Engelman: If you all have a pencil and a piece of paper, I'd like for you to write something down. There're a lot of people placing a lot of things on websites, on the Internet. And, uh- false information, and a lot of strange things. [Doyle: "Gladys Ottman ??"] Hmm? [Doyle: "Gladys Ottman."] Hmm-hmm. [Doyle: "??"] Now this is the Branch Davidian website, Mt. Carmel Center. H-t-t-p colon, frontslash frontslash, start, dot, a-t-t, frontslash, Mt. Carmel. I'll read it again. H-t-t-p, colon, frontslash frontslash, start, dot, a-t, frontslash, Mt. Carmel. That's where you'll find out what's really going on. ["M-t or m-o-u-n-t?"] I'm sorry? ["That's m-t or ??"] M-t. ["??" (request to read address again)] OK. H-. [Lukaszewski: "It's m-t dot carmel."] H-t-t-p colon, frontslash frontslash, start, a-t, frontslash, m-t period, carmel. [Lukaszewski: "It's start dot at, slash-"] Start dot at, frontslash, m-t dot carmel. [Lukaszewski: "You got it!"] Huh, huh! Sooner or later! ["??"]

[The mt.carmel link has recently been changed to mtcarmel.]

A Branch Davidian survivor would like to, uh, say a few words. Gladys Houtman? ["??"] Ottman! I beg your pardon, Gladys! Let me fix this for you. [applause] ??
 

I bring you greetings from Canada, and from some of our brethren in prison- Renos Avraam, uh, Jaime Castillo, Brad Branch, Kevin Whitecliff- uh, my daughter Ruth who has recently been released from prison, Ruth Riddle- [applause]

I've been asked other years to speak, but I haven't been able to bring myself to that point. But two of the things that I noticed especially today at the beginning of the program, and again by our just recent speaker, was about coming into unity on Mt. Carmel. And last year as we journeyed home, from the program, this poem was given to me as we came into, Shreveport, in the midst of a thunder and lightning storm which lasted the whole night. And in the morning, Annetta Richards, my son Phillip, and I completed this poem.

On Mt. Carmel, the myrtles blow
Beneath the main stones row on row
That mark our place
And in the sky
The mockingbirds still sweetly singing fly
As souls beneath the altar cry,
"How long, O Lord, holy and true
Dost thou not avenge our blood
On those that dwell on the earth?"
We are the dead
Today it's five years ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved, and were loved
But now, our blood cries out on Mt. Carmel
Will you, our fellowservants and dear brethren too
Take up our quarrel with the foe?
Ears stop; why stop ears when light should flow?
To you, from faithful hearts we throw the torch
Sweet Seven Seals reward!
Be yours to hold it high
Up hither, sweet song of liberty
Open Book of Life
Lamb of God, our Lord, who set us free
From sin and death and tyranny
If you break faith with us who cry
We shall not live
Though myrtles blooming blow on Mt. Carmel.

And I would like to tell you, that the Seven Seals is now in written form- through one of our men in prison, God has continued with the work that God started to do through David Koresh, and you can find it on, the, Internet. [applause]
 

Engelman: What we'd like to do at, right at twelve noon- is read the names of all of those, that died, on this piece of property. And that, gives us about fifteen minutes. Over here, there's a little refreshment stand, if you'd like to, uh, get yourself something to drink. Um. And if you'd, you'd be back here in fifteen minutes at twelve noon, we'd, uh, will conclude. Thank you.

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