The other was a bearded and muscular horned god holding a spear in his upraised hand and a set of pipes in his lowered hand. Oak leaves curled around ...is face and trailed out from his mouth, and he had goat legs like a satyr. A bull and stag were on either side of him. A glass candle holder was embedded in front of them, just like the other statue of the goddess, but instead of a clear tumbled quartz crystal imbedded in front of the candle holder, there was instead a clear quartz crystal that. His feature was all wrinkles. He had a few day's stubble of beard, and appraised the women with indolent eyes."You're a couple minutes late," he said."Sorry. There was terrible traffic on the way."He opened the door further for Jenny and April and then shut the door behind them. April glanced back at the door thinking she had missed her one chance of escaping this surreal dream.Jenny tapped her arm and April turned to see what she was looking at.Four other black men occupied the room. Three of. She also knew Sean didn't love her either due to the rumors floating around the office that he had begun sleeping with one of the women out of the marketing department.That hadn't bothered Mandy in the least. She had her family again and she began doing her best to put the memories of her mistakes behind her. Then, just when things seemed to be going so well again, his deployment orders to Afghanistan came through. She was crushed.Not surprisingly, two months after he left, she found herself. I finally settled on that I believe that there is SOMETHING out there, but not ‘God’ as he/she was presented to me when I was a child. Some part of my brain just couldn’t handle all of the crap that was served to me on the silver platter that was organized religion. So, here I am without something to believe in when, apparently, I need something. I’ve thought about medication for anxiety. I’ve talked to my doctor and read through the effects and side-effects. I don’t think meds are the answer..