In the early part of the 21st century, before America became engaged in the Afghanistan War, I had a night vision. I was walking in Afghanistan, through refugee camps with half-naked, shoeless, and starving children and villagers. All the while, I was being led by and was talking to a tall angel dressed in a white garment. My mother had just died in 2000, and I had been experiencing many strange dreams and phenomena? I was so happy to be in the...