CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.”
SHAKESPEARE - OTHELLO
As Sam fell, she suddenly stopped midway down the mountain and halfway toward the flaming pit. Suspended in air, she felt as if she’d been sucked into a vacuum. Numbers flew around her, and she began to recognize them as years counting forward from her birth year, 1966, until the present, 1998. Along with the numbers came images, and she thought her life was flashing in front of her before she died, but the images she was viewing weren’t from her history but from the world’s.
As 1967 flew by, she saw people dressed in bell bottom pants, women with flowers in their hair, men with long hair and beards, and recognized the hippies known as “flower children.” She saw the gathering a
