CHAPTER EIGHTEEN“It is all about love. Finally, what we are doing here is all about love. It’s ironic, isn’t it? What they see from outside as our resistance to their interference, they call hostility. From within, all I can see is the love: we will not let them in, because to do so would mean to give up love: we have nothing else to hide. Look around you now. How many people do you see? Seventy or eighty the last time I counted.”
The congregation crowded into The Temple, a more secure building than the larger Meditation Hall, was somewhat closer to sixty strong, because of the guards on duty at the farmhouse, and in the barns and the outbuilding, keeping watch on the Federal and State police who were, in turn, keeping watch on The Programme.
“This is what we have been trying to achieve
