(Excerpt from the book: The Mountain Moved Me, by: Vanessa Wishstar)  “There’s no human form of justice”, my husband sighs.  It’s what I want, what I keep on searching for, the voice to speak up about this injustice. A living (thanks to God) testament that what is happening is unjust.  We’re being *forced to evict ourselves. This is beyond insane of a human request. And on top of it we’ll have to watch another repossess our lives as if we…