The devil knew him well and had him portray himself as a friend in order to enter the Rock’s holy and sacred life. The lowlife broke bread with Rock while eyeing his beloved wife, and while being married himself to another innocent wife, he had made false promises of love and fidelity – just like he had made and fooled the other three he had wed before. She was abandoned and made insecure who found refuge in drugs and alcohol and lived her sinful life in darkness depended totally on her lowlife husband for her habit and her daily life.  

The devil made him come as a friend and acted like a beast as he was a thief. He pounded his chest, claimed to be tough and rough, to be smart and rich all to impress the weak soul of his wife.

When his weak wife succumbed to his lies, she too had become a slave to the devil and betrayed God, she said she loved and obeyed so much. The devil was happy he had accomplished the first brazen act that, to be sure, would weaken Rock and make him curse God. Triumphant, the devil had the shameless women deliver the devastating news to her honest and devoted husband of thirty years who adored and loved her with all his souls and deep in his heart. A husband that her own mother called “a dream husband,” “a one in a million,” as his sister said many times. A husband was so faithful that his mother spoke of his fidelity and loves for his wife often and to anyone whom she came across.

The bad news had come, especially at such a time when he was ordained to deliver the “Book of Prelude,” an honor that the believers have been waiting and long overdue.

He was devastated and heartbroken, to say the least. But he had now a holy job to do that was beyond his earthly life. He rose every day from the sleepless night and sat at his desk, writing what was being revealed to him through the night.

He cried and moaned as he continued while the devil was hard at work and constant at its goal. He took a break only to mourn and weep for his wife. He was not hungry even when he hadn’t eaten for long. He was losing weight as he was losing sleep. He walked the house while writing and then the streets at night. He witnessed his unfaithful and shameless wife pack and left their home as if she was a teenager in love. Nothing had pained him as her act has done. He pleaded with God for salvation and end to this unbearable time.  

But he never once deviated or stopped continuing with his holy task as God was more important than anything he had or loved and or all of the pains and how long he had to bear. A few days later, a deadline of 10/10/12 was reveled, a deadline that was not far in the distance. It was not enough time or the time to grieve for his loss. That had to wait until he was done with this holy job. As he cried in pain, he continued with his mission at hand, day and night.