So many things have happened over the years, many have slipped from my mind. We got an obnoxious email from a homosexual the other day and I mentioned that the filth he was speaking reminded me of a minister that I had once thrown out of my home. I had quite forgotten the incident, which is unusual because it led to a nice relationship with a pretty girl, which I usually always remember!
Well, anyway, I was living in a nice little apartment and I had learned that the young woman upstairs was a lesbian. I had made it quite clear that I disapproved of her lifestyle and a few days later her so called minister showed up and started giving me the homosexual crap. I told him to leave and he refused. He said I was going to listen to reason.
I opened my door, opened the outside doors, and blocked them, then proceeded to take the minister by the ear and escort him down the sidewalk as he screamed and hollered and called for the police!
He finally went on his way realizing he had tangled with far more than he could handle. As I was going back in the little old lady across the way opened her door and asked "Mr. Polley, what's going on?" I explained to her and she went "Oh my goodness! She is such a nice young lady, but I do disapprove as well."
A few days later I was coming home after visiting a friend of mine and I was carrying two books on the Aztec practice of human sacrifice that I had borrowed from him. When I entered my neighbor was in the hallway with a very charming young lady. "Oh, Mr. Polley!" she cried, "I'm so glad you came in right now. This is my niece, Alice. I was telling her about the problem you had with the minister and she could not believe that someone who represents God would not respect someone's wishes and leave their home."
"Oh, that's not the first time!" I told her, and I related the story of how I had chased two evangelists out of my house with a rifle after they had broken in.
"My goodness!" the lady's niece remarked, "You have certainly had an adventurous life!"
"That's an understatement!" I told her.
She looked at the books I was carrying and said "That's a strange subject to be reading about!"
"Something I've never been able to understand," I told her, "how a race, an entire group of people can become so depraved, so twisted that they believe murdering innocent children will gain them favor with their gods. I've been discussing it with a friend of mine who's a priest."
"I'm studying psychiatry," the young woman remarked, "and that's a subject that fascinates me too. Could we get together and discuss it some time?"
"Certainly!" I said, and we did! She came over several times, we had coffee, and we had long interesting conversations. I think her grandmother was rather unhappy when her niece returned to college and that a permanent relationship had not established itself. I heard from her a few times through her grandmother but when I moved from that place we lost contact. But you never know what any situation is going to result in! Neither one of us could still understand how people could believe in human sacrifice, but our long conversations helped me understand it better. The assistance of another highly intelligent person is always of benefit. These homosexuals might be annoying, but sometimes they bring back pleasant memories of good times that have faded away. Oh! Eventually I got on pretty good terms with the young lady and her friend, though they still understood I did not approve of their relationship. They thought I was a very nice person, for a man!
Unfortunately their minister did not end well. I cannot relate the story because people might recognize it and it would still bring grief to his family. But many years later a friend of mine let me know what had happened to him as his little group had been keeping track of him. It is sad that so many of these people end up with sad and miserable lives and an even sadder Hereafter. The souls they destroy catch up with them and they very often suffer the same fate. We constantly say if we could show people one person suffering eternal death and have them know it is absolutely real, all the evil in the world would disappear because no one would be wanting to look forward to that!

We are having quite a problem with people that are dying lately! We can't get any comments from anyone. When people find out what's going on in The Afterlife they don't want to send any messages back to the material world. Almost always their comment is something like "Oh my God! I don't want my relatives getting involved in this! I don't want to say anything! This is a nightmare!" You can understand their feelings but it makes it very difficult on us. Because without proof from The Afterlife it's hard to convince people that we're real. It is really getting to be a problem! And we have no inkling of a solution because, of course, we will not violate anyone's wishes. That is our first law, positive and absolute! But the problem of not getting involved is not a problem with the living, alone, it's getting to be a problem with the dead, too.

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