The Key Master
Brussels came to me on Good Friday, in St. Thomas, during the celebration of Carnival’. He spoke. I listened. I did not believe. Brussels came to me, Good Saturday on a beach known as, Magan’s Bay, (locals called it, Heaven’s Gate). He spoke. I pondered. Brussels came to me Easter Sunday morning, at a famous book store called, The Octopus. He spoke. I listened, I pondered, I heard the truth. I traveled back to America through “The Bermuda Triangle” (locals called it, The Devils Gate) I went out to the masses. I spoke. No one listened. I wrote. No one believed. I traveled across the world and spoke of Brussels. Some pondered. Many listened. Today, thousands believe. One person can make a difference. Is it you?