Secrets of Liberty Mountain Yesterday s TomorrowChapter 24
The stern rap of Sheila’s opening gavel muted but did not extinguish the murmuring voices of dozens of private conversations. The posture of the Colony’s leader appeared poised and relaxed as she held the gavel in the ready position with her elbow bent at a forty-five-degree angle for several long seconds as she waited for silence. Beneath Sheila’s placid surface, I spotted a ripple of anxiety as she unconsciously polished the gavel’s wood handle with her thumb. I’ve called enough gatherings...