October 16, 2,008

Monday Jesus had us email His final note to Florida, praising the people there for sticking by Him in some crucial times and doing the right thing. He had us send this to the governor there, the house and senate, and the media.

Gerald went to the doctor's office for a diabetes test, Monday morning and both him and Linda got their flu shots. They had their first lunch at McDonald's since the boycott was cancelled.

On Monday afternoon Linda's computer, the Compaq with Windows XP that makes all the videos and does much more, was overcome by a hacker attack, and completely froze up.

Tuesday Gerald asked our friend Elgard if he would help Linda take the tower of said computer in to Staples to be fixed and upgraded because it's really needed for the Work. He agreed and it was taken in. This was done and it may be back home by next Monday night. When Linda called later to ask the tech a question about the upgrade he reported he was doing the virus scan on it and so far had found 24 questionable items!

Also Tuesday Linda emailed Jesus' farewell to Texas to the governor there, the leader of the senate, and the media.

Wednesday Linda finished mailing Jesus' letter to Texas to the Texas media, she also mailed His last letter to Maine to the media of that state, some the speakers of the Maine House and The Senate and a few of the Republican house members. Jesus had her send the letter to Maine and Texas toWashington DC and Los Angeles, California.

Then Elgard stopped by and took Gerald & Linda out to dinner at their favorite Chinese restaurant, then for a long ride in the country. It was a busy day but a good one.

The surface copy of Jesus' resignation sent to CNN came back because it had no person's name on it, therefore CNN would not accept it. You just can't send items to their news department. We are wondering how long it will be before CNN collapses. They are simply refusing to accept God's messages, and that will cost them dearly! It is only a matter of time.

Gerald got his test results back and his diabetes is doing well. But all these expenses are adding up, and we wish we could find some additional support.

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IMAGINATION'S PLACE
FICTION

ON MY GROUND
By; Gerald A. Polley

Durga was having trouble keeping up with The Ancient One. He was roaring mad! When he finally reached the place where he had been called to, there were three Imperial shuttles on the ground, and two good sized warships overhead. The Ancient One walked up to the Imperial commander and snapped, "Why in the hell are you on my ground when I have expressly told you not to be?"
"I am in hopes," the Imperial commander answered, "that His Majesty, after hearing my explanation, will forgive my transgression. If he does not, I will give him my life, here and now."
"Let's hear it!" The Ancient One snapped.
"We began to receive a homing beacon from an Imperial officer's shield," the commander explained. "I decided to send a party to investigate. I had a bad feeling, so decided to send three ships each with a full squad. When we arrived in this vicinity we found the source of the transmisison, but we also read several life signs around it. It seemed to be hiding from them. We landed, and tried to reach the signal source. We did so, and found the shield was in the possession of a young girl, perhaps ten years old. She started telling us something about them having a device and that they mustn't use it. Suddenly we came under fire. We defended ourselves and withdrew. But the attackers had heavy weapons, and as we went to take off all three of our shuttles were damaged. We managed to make safe landings in a secluded area, and I called ships with mechanics to cover us and repair our vessels. We are in the process of doing so. The girl has become frightened, and will no longer speak. I thought perhaps you could bond with her and retrieve the information."
"That could be very dangerous!" The Ancient One snapped. "Let's see if we can do it the normal way."
One of the warriors walking by accidently pulled the tarpaulin off from the two bodies laying by the hatch. He quickly went to replace it.
"One moment!" The Ancient One insisted. He went over and knelt down. "Oh no!" he moaned, "Isn't this the young officer that asked our political leader to name his son after him?"
"Yes, sir!" the Imperial commander snapped. "He went down in the enemy's first volley."
"Damn!" The Ancient One moaned. "He'll never get to see his son."
He went into the ship. The little girl was laying on a bunk that had been pulled down from the wall. When she saw The Ancient One she gave a little shriek. "The Winged One!" she cried, "The Great Destroyer!"

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