V23 N1 P27

On December 30th I must send The Angel Of Destruction to destroy 2,000 souls in Pakistan responsible for the massacre in India so that those that possess them will become the living dead. The people in The Afterlife that dwell in Paradise have come up with a different solution. I cannot ask The Indian People to accept it. I leave that to you. It is up to you to choose rather the souls of those that follow you will be destroyed in their bodies, or if your forebears will play the price for your crimes. There are other alternatives, but only my true servant, Speaker Gerald Polley, of Bismarck, North Dakota, can impliment them, discuss them with you. So again I ask you to contact The President and The Prime Minister of Pakistan and ask them to acquire his services and to make him totally responsible for what happens to you and your followers. Otherwise than that one of these solutions will be carried out. The choice is yours.

The Ancient One picked up his young helper. As he did so she went to summon her armor and The Ancient One said "No, no need! We're going into The Afterlife. We won't be doing any fighting. And maybe you'd better change your dress a bit. Make it less transparent, maybe shoulderless, not too revealing, but teasing."
"Men!" the young woman muttered. She concentrated and her dress changed.
"Very good!" The Ancient One remarked. "You're getting better all the time! This is going to be a bit unusual. I'll explain as we go."
They went into The Afterlife and his young companion found them approaching one of the most marvelous things she'd ever seen, a golden river seemed to be cascading down out of the sky and dispersing down in all directions in a beautiful waterfall.
"What's this?" she asked.
"It's one of the portals that feeds energy from the material world into The Afterlife," The Ancient One explained. "There's six major ones and four minor ones. This is the one that's closest to Iraq. We're going to the tunnels that are feeding the back flow delivering the purified energy and souls that are returning to the material world."
They reached their destination and The Ancient One began to examine the different streams of energy going back into the material world. "Here we are!" he remarked. "Flies. All these little specks of light are the souls of flies returning to the material world. Can you imagine how many fly eggs are laid a day? Those in The Afterlife are trying to find ways of solving the situation in India and Pakistan without having to destroy the souls of two thousand living individuals so two-thousand of their relatives in The Afterlife have volunteered to take their place, to break up their souls and be reborn in India as maggots. Of course each soul will produce hundreds of thousands of maggots. The people have already presented themselves and are gathered, preparing. But We've never done anything like this before, not on this mass. Very, very rarely one person may have sacrificed themselves back into the flow of energy, but never two-thousand! We need a test run. There was this recent suicide bombing in Iraq. I have already destroyed two souls in their bodies. These four individuals have volunteered to be sacrificed for their children. So We're gonna give it a try, see if it will work. We'll simply create a barrier around them and let them feed themselves into the flow. Theoretically the normal souls will break up the bigger one if it's already separating into units their own size and carry them into the material world. We're just here to make sure that none of their energy is lost, none of it is wasted. Just take my hand. I'll do most of the work. I just need your power."
The Ancient One's young helper looked at him wide eyed but gave him her hand. The first man came forward, leaned out and put his hands into the flow. Within moments he was completely sucked in and gone. The Ancient One's companion let go of his hand and ran off. The Ancient One did not move but the woman waiting her turn quickly took up pursuit.