After Michael was done singing the little boy got up and took his hand and said "Will you take me to see Jehovah now?" Michael smiled and asked, "Are you a Witness?" The little boy nodded and Michael answered "I'm not a Witness any more. I have become a child of Islam. We call God Allah. The King who now rules all of Islam gives me his power so I may do God's good works." "Wow!" the little boy said. "He's given you alot! Then, whatever you call God, can we go see Him?" "Certainly!" Michael answered. "I don't know why, I always seem to know where He is. He's waiting for us."

Unbeknownst to Michael and those with him, but seen by others, while he had been singing an incredible phenomena had taken place. Smoke seemed to appear in the Darkness, split into nine columns and formed into nine children, five girls and four boys. The girls were wearing shimmering white dresses and the boys shorts and shirts that seemed to be made of the same material. As Michael and his new friend began to walk off one of the girls ran up. "Please wait, sir!" she cried. "Please wait! I need to talk to him. Please?" Michael and his companion stopped and turned around. "What is it?" Michael asked. However, the girl ignored him and came up to the boy. "Please take us with you?" she asked, "Please give us eternal life? He's given you the power. He's transferred it to you so you can help us. Please? Take us with you? We'll be good. We'll be born where you're born and we will serve you all our lives. I will be your wife, and then we will journey to the stars. Please? Don't return us to the Darkness! It's horrible to die forever. It's wondrous to be brought back! Please take us with you?" The boy looked at Michael. "Not my decision!" he answered to his unspoken question. "God has offered her to you. I think she's quite pretty! I think it's a pretty good deal!" The boy smiled. "O.k.!" he said. "But you better be a good wife!" The girl smiled and motioned to the others. Michael brought them to a mansion I had prepared for them that had a playground in the yard. I told them this was their home. Each pair had a room. But there were extra rooms and I was sure that their parents would like to visit once and a while and share the joy that they again had eternal life. The children agreed that that would be wonderful, and we all went on to other business. But the wonder of what has happened has spread through the entire Afterlife. Nothing like this has ever occued before! The little girl that spoke to the boy had been a monster. She had killed her mother and several other members of her village until she was killed, herself. Her brain was damaged by the drugs her father had taken, and they had driven her mad. But her mother says "This is my daughter. But it is not my daughter. This is a child I would love to have had! This is beyond understanding! I saw her die forever. None come back from eternal death. Yet she is here. It is her. What power does this new servant of God have?"
We are more powerful than We have ever been before, wonders beyond wonders are being seen. If We could restore Our full power what would We be capable of? If only the people would send the courier/protectors! If only We could regain Our full strength! I am sure We could save mankind!
Oh, there is one bit of argument in this wonder. Everyone was praising Michael Jackson for his song and he said "Oh! It's not my song, it's Demetrius'! He wrote it some time ago for another occasion, something totally different, but it seemed absolutely perfect so I used it. I found it in all the material that he has stored in The Afterlife. There's so much that's never been used that hasn't even ben touched!" Demetrius says "No way!" He never wrote anything even vaguely similar to that piece and he does not know why Michael is making such a claim. This is his work, totally and completely, and if they make anything from it it will go to pay his debts. Michael says "Oh, bother!"
One other thing. Demetrius, Speaker Gerald A. Polley, hasn't been singing very well since his heart attack, but Michael insisted that he record this song acapella, and that his wife not make a version. If someone else wants to buy it and record it that's fine. But this is the only version Michael wants for the time being. I think We're going to have a little turf war here, two very powerful souls struggling for dominance, but I'm sure it will work out!