As we say, God likes to use stories. Perhaps some day these will be called The Parables Of The 2,000s, but things are happening. People will have to decide for themselves how much is real and how much is fiction. But sometimes the truth is even stranger than fiction!

The Ancient One drew his beloved companion out of her body. "I need to relax," he remarked. "I can't fight or anything so let's go play."
"Oh, goodie!" his companion giggled. "Can we get the girls?"
"Why not?" The Ancient One answered.
They headed west, and entered the bedroom of The Ancient One's new helper. She immediately came out of her body and looked at them curiously. "Why do you look like teenagers?" she remarked, "And why are you human?"
The Ancient One's companion smiled. "Because we're gonna go play," she answered. "Look at yourself!"
The Ancient One's new helper looked down. She, too, looked about thirteen and was wearing a white virtually transparent dress. "Whoa!" she gasped. "This is going to be unusual. Just how are we going to play?"
"Figure out something when we get there," The Ancient One answered taking her hand. "Right now let's go get the others."
"Others?" the new helper asked.
They quickly went north and got two more girls who were white. They then picked up a colored girl and finally another white girl. They appeared in The Afterlife on a soccer field. The Ancient One's companion looked at him. "I really don't think they can play in those dresses!" she remarked. "May I?"
"Of course!" The Ancient One answered.
She snapped her fingers and all the girls were dressed in little white jumpsuits that covered them from neck to crotch and had little white skirts. The Ancient One's helper looked down and giggled.
"I love the way you guys can do that!" she remarked.
"She's my goalie," The Ancient One explained, pointing to his companion. "You pick one. The rest of you against me."
"Doesn't sound very fair!" The Ancient One's helper sighed. One of the other girls cried "I'll be goalie!" and headed for the net. The Ancient One tossed up the ball and when it came down his helper took it, and was quickly headed for his goal. She even managed to score but as the game went on she found it was a lot harder. But everybody seemed to be having a good time. During the game she was running beside the colored girl and noticed she was panting. "Thought we couldn't get tired here!" she remarked.
The girl grinned at her and looked at The Ancient One. "That's not why I'm panting!" she remarked.
The Ancient One's helper burst out laughing and they played on. Some time later as she was near her new friend again, she asked, "Did he really look like that?"
"He certainly did!" the girl answered. "I wish I'd been around him then! He was some hot!"
"Can't argue that!" the helper answered.
Time was finally called, and the girls had put up a good fight. The Ancient One had only beaten them by a point. "He wasn't giving us a break," the new helper asked, "was he?"
"Absolutely not!" all of the other girls answered in unison. "He would do nothing but his very best all the time. He wouldn't dishonor us by letting us..." they stopped, staring at each other.
"Wish we wouldn't do that!" one of them muttered.
Everybody laughed. "Come on!" The Ancient One's companion called, "We've got some refreshments. That was fun! Thank you girls! Sometimes you just have to let off a little steam."
As they sat down The Ancient One's new helper looked to the others. "I know all of you," she remarked.
She pointed to one of the young women who suddenly cried out, 'No! No! Don't say my name! Please! People will probably figure out who I am but I don't want to make it easy for them. I'm not here of my own free will. Sometimes he's a real bastard, he's really mean. He's gonna write about this, I know he is!"
The Ancient One's helper looked really bewildered. "Can I explain?" the colored girl asked. "I think they would prefer it."
"Sure!" The Ancient One's helper answered. "But you'll be living in The White House soon, won't you? Isn't your father one of his greatest enemies?"
"Absolutely!" the young woman answered, "But I'm not. I can never be. You see, I'm his. I have been for untold ages. Back when this all began on the home world I was his mistress, lived with him and his wife." She pointed to The Ancient One's ever present companion. "I gave birth to the blood line that he used to come to Earth. When the trouble began I got born in my present family, because those I wanted to be born to couldn't have children. We figured sooner or later the man would become powerful, and we wanted someone on the premisis. God plans ahead."