December 12, 2,008

Below is a little story that will be in our next magazine that God asked me to write. It's just fiction but it could very easily be truth, it could very easily be a lot of truth.

IMAGINATION'S PLACE
FICTION
SHE HAS THE POWER
By; Gerald A. Polley

The Ancient One lighted far to the west of his home and entered a bedroom. A very attractive young woman was sleeping in the bed. The Ancient One took on his human form and got in with her. After a little while the woman moaned. "I thought something was said about dignity and respect," she remarked.
"I think that is being shown," The Ancient One answered. "I'm dressed and I'm not touching you in any inappropriate places, am I?"
The woman giggled. "No, you're not!" she answered. "And it feels rather nice, kind of fathery. But may I ask why?"
"Simple," The Ancient One answered, "I need to bond with you for a little while and have you balance my powers before we go off on a little mission. I want to see what you're capable of."
"Oh oh!" the young woman moaned. "I don't think I'm gonna like this."
"Maybe not," The Ancient One answered, "but it is absolutely necessary. Let's just be quiet for a few minutes."
They fell silent and after a while The Ancient One got up.
"I can't believe you're an astral projection!" the young woman remarked, "You feel so real! Your touch is so sensitive!"
The Ancient One held out his hand and the young woman rose from her body. She was dressed in a loin cloth that went down to about her knees. She had on a sword belt which held a vicious looking weapon, a head band held back her hair but she was bare breasted. The Ancient One looked at her. "We're going to be around children," he remarked "I think you'd better cover those."
The young woman looked down. "Oh!" she remarked. A leather garment appeared that covered her shoulders and went down over her breasts just about to her navel. "Better?" she remarked.
"Much!" The Ancient One answered. Both of them laughed. They went outside. 'You have no means of flying," The Ancient One remarked, "take my hand, I'll carry you."
He leapt skyward and the young woman easily followed him. "Whoa!" she remarked, "I thought we were supposed to see everything in silver. Why does everything look so natural to me around here?"
"You're familiar with the area," The Ancient One answered. "You've seen all these things in color so your mind perceives them in color. When we're in places that are unfamiliar to you everything will seem silvery. You'll get used to it."
They soared on and picked up speed. The Ancient One used underground passages when they got where it was light. When they finally emerged among some rather decrepit looking buildings the young woman gasped. "What a sensation!" she remarked. "Why are we here?"
"I lied a little bit the other day," The Ancient One answered. "I didn't actually finish my quota for the suicide bombers. I've got three more to deal with. But they keep young children in their proximity that I could not approach without you to control my power. I really needed to see how effective you woudl be. Come on! They're in here. They conduct most of their activities at night, so they sleep during the day."
They entered a house and went into a bedroom where a man was sleeping with a boy of about thirteen or fourteen. "Father sleeps with his naked son," The Ancient One remarked. "Little bit odd, don't you think?"
The young woman could only nod. "First," The Ancient One remarked, "you open a little passage into The Afterlife like this!" A shimmering little vortex appeared. "You can see," The Ancient One continued, "they don't have much souls left. See how the aura is compact against the body, and there's only two layers? There's usually eight to twelve. It's really very simple."
He went over to the man and put his hand into his head. "You reach in, feel it, and pull it out." He yanked a shimmering glow out of the man's body that at first had his basic shape but quickly shriveled up into a sphere. "Then you just rip it apart," The Ancient One continued, beginning to tear pieces off the sphere and toss them into the vortex. "I'm making the pieces big enough so they'll reincarnate as a dog or a cat, something like that, not big enough so they'd be a primate. Eventually one of the pieces might actually become intelligent again. We have to save all the energy we can. This is still dangerous. But at least some of them are saved this way, but their intelligence is gone, totally destroyed!"
He finished with the man's soul and took the boy's. The young woman watched, obviously quite uncomfortable.
"Come on!" The Ancient One snapped.

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