RE: Norfolk, Virginia – Prophetic Gathering

I wrote about that to Kirklin, and even at the meeting on Friday night every time an usher went behind me, I was waiting for them to tap me on my shoulder and throw me out. It wasn’t until Mrs. Oldridge looked into my eyes at the coffee stand and she started speaking into me to be released. I was stunned, the longer she spoke the more was revealed, of course I wrote that all down too.