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by Jamane a. White (Author)
My name is Jamane A White and I was born on May 28, 1939 in the state of Oklahoma and the city of Tulsa. I was there until the age of three when my brother Delmar, age six and sister Faye the infant left Tulsa along with my mother Ocey. My father was in the military and about to be discharged; while station at Mare Island Naval Base in Vallejo, California. I also remember that it took three trains for all of us to reach Vallejo, California and I classed the trains in this manner. The first train I call it the "slow poke" and the second train was classed as the " flyer" and the third train was classed as the "stream liner" and the best of them all. My father and mother went on to have thirteen kids, which turned out to be seven girls and six boys. We all grow up in Vallejo, California and attended the Vallejo schools and the best I could do in school was c's and d's. However, for some reason I liked to work with numbers but was taken away with a three month stay in Stanford hospital in San Francisco, California with a condition called RA in short and cause me to learn how to walk all over. That was the roots of my life, however, my first job was working with my father in his landscaping business and then in a gas station and from there to work for D. O. D. for some twenty- eight years and retired in 1994 as a Logistic Management Specialist. While working for D. O. D. I became a child of the King and that happened in 1968, and I joined and worked in St Paul A.M. E. Church in Vallejo California under the Pastor Fred Silkett and during that time I read though the Bible in one year. There came a call to the ministry and in 1988, I was appointed a minister in the African Methodist Episcopal Church. While in school, English was not my cup of tea and writing least of all; however, with the power of the Holy Spirit and reading again the book of the Revelation the strong desire came to write a book covering the Revelation, a book a lots of Christians did not read. I guess the rest is history.
