“That is where my long story comes into play. Have you heard of the epidemic of people who appear normal but seem to be sleep walking?” Isolde asked with a sigh.  Yvonne nodded in confirmation and to urge the healer to continue as she spoke of a witch and her son, names she recognized all too well, on a crusade to enslave the world. “I tell you this because I believe I was directed to you. You speak of a Divine Mission and yet, you do not yet know what it is.”<br/><br/>“His ways are mysterious,” Yvonne intoned with a nod and closed her eyes, sending a thank you to the Father.<br/><br/>She did seem to hear the angel as she continued, “I’m telling you, that this threat is greater than human, it is greater than demon, and it is greater than the Angels who sit in the midst of God’s throne. This is our Divine Mission, our quest, as you put it. We have to suspend judgment of each other’s sins and affiliations to come into a unity to save us all from her will, from her son’s will. “<br/><br/>“Thank you.  I can assure you His Will-”<br/><br/>Isolde rose suddenly, pacing the floor, running her fingers through her curly red hair until it stood around her head in a fiery halo.  The comparably put-together blonde simply listened.<br/><br/>“I want this war that Germany has perpetuated to come to an end. I am ready to go into battle behind the scenes to lay down my life if need be for the cause of protecting the Jews. I want the suffering of innocents to cease, but more than that, More than what I want, The world needs to be rescued from this diabolical plot that my cousin, Darcy Krohs has devised. She has more than sold her soul to the Devil. I believe she had seduced Lucifer himself and treads the glowing coals of Hell in her ballroom slippers. We must unite, Yvonne, you and I. We must be open to joining hands with others who have stake in this cause. None of us are exempt and if we are to be victorious and vanquish this evil, it will take Heaven and Hell joining hands.”<br/><br/>Clearing her throat with emphasis, the still-seated woman kept her eyes from the others, not wanting the frustration to show through her own. Isolde appeared to be under duress, of her own devices or otherwise.  It would do neither any good to argue.<br/><br/>“There is none greater than our Father who art in Heaven.  That being said, every day is a test of our faith requiring action to uphold in the fight against sin and the darkness that Satan and his minions wield.  You are right, we must fight united, but we mustn’t wander off the path hoping to discover a shortcut through the shadows or find ourselves lost.”<br/><br/>Her patience was on its rails, her own test of faith in mental fortitude.  Yvonne took a deep breath to offer a tabling of the discussion in light of the new information she had received.  “I do not believe I am the only hand you expect to join.  I am with you."<br/><br/>The growl in her throat was faint, but there.  "Who else is?"