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between them. I then saw that his pretended love was exactly what I had told him: it was a temptation from the devil born from his own frustrated malice. I believed that such an ungrateful man could not possibly exist, yet his malice went even further. He followed me to the places where I worked to try and get me fired, until I was forced to take legal action against him. He then hired two false witnesses to speak against me. This made me tremble in the Guildhall the town hall and center of local justice, as I feared he would use false oaths to take away my life. At that moment, I received an inner answer: "It is finished An echo of Jesus's final words on the cross, signifying the end of a trial or period of suffering.. Up to this point, it has been by God's permission, but now his restraint is at an end."

I asked my lawyer why Wills did not bring his own son to testify, knowing the son would not swear to such lies as the others had. My lawyer, Mr. Roberts, asked the opposing lawyer, Mr. Fanshaw, why the son was not present. Fanshaw replied that he had brought as many witnesses as he thought necessary. Mr. Roberts then said, "You brought as many as did not care what they swore to. Mr. Wills would not force those in his own house to commit perjury the crime of lying under oath, but he did not care how many people he caused to lie outside of his house. Let him bring the son. If the son swears to the same things as these others have, I will give up my case." However, the son would not come to defend him. So, I won my trial because the son refused to come and take a false oath against me.

The hidden meaning of this story goes deep for the nation, as you do not yet have even a quarter of the details. It shows the world in its true character. The day after the trial, I was ordered to write the history of my life and have it printed, for thousands would be converted by it. I wrote the history of my life, but my friends persuaded me never to publish it. I was not pressed by the Spirit to publish it after I had written it, until I was visited again in ninety-two 1792. This first writing happened at the end of the American War the American Revolutionary War, 1775 to 1783. When you have received the full history of my life, you will receive the explanation of the whole matter.

I did not tell the worst parts about a man named Rigsby when I was writing about him previously, or explain what made me despise him so