Thousand: Two Hundred Eighty-Three

he said. It was Jesus! He has risen and returned. He came to you in that flying saucer, didn’t he? James was so pressing, so certain. Everyone had tuned into his energy, as though what I’d brought with me was no mystery, it was clear. James knew what it was. It was Jesus! It couldn’t be anything else! He began to weep. Right there! Of course, it wasn’t unusual to cry in the group. People had such sad stories. They’d lost so many things to the drugs. Divorce, children, their parents disowned them. I almost felt bad, my story was