From; VOICES FROM SPIRIT MAGAZINE Vol. 4 No. 3 Copyright November, 1990 By Spiritist Publications By The Polleys. All rights reserved.
INSTRUCTIONS FROM A FRIEND
By; Speaker Gerald A. Polley
THE ANCIENT ONE WAS WORRIED. For months he had been hunting the alien
intruder that was interfering in his world, and quite by accident had stumbled
across her while dealing with some local drug dealers. But he had found
himself powerless to act. His abilities had been impotent. By the time he
was able to summon help, the evil woman had escaped.
"It makes no sense," he told his mate, "my powers are only impotent against
good, and this woman is most certainly among the evilest I have come across
in many a year."
He was concerned with papers his friends found in the evil one's headquarters,
papers that showed the residence of his leader in the capitol of his nation,
and the words under it, "When we are done with Iraq." The frustration was
almost overwhelming. Then the following day a familiar voice spoke to The
Ancient One.
"My good friend," it said, "do not be concerned. It is I, Mohammed, The Voice
Of Allah. It was I who interfered with you, that would not let you capture
this evil from the stars. For she is involved with those ones that say they
worship Allah, but know only the hate and greed in their own hearts. Come
tonight, my brother. Come tonight and I will show you tomorrow."
And that evening while his physical form slept, The Ancient One soared to
The Spirit World, and approached a great mountain where The Wise Teacher
Of Islam stood. And he was buffeted by a great wind that impeded his way,
and as he came to light beside The Great Prophet he realized what the wind
was. In the valley below them were billions of women in all manner of dress,
from the traditional Arab garb, to very modern silks and satins. They all
wept and wailed. Some ripped their garments exposing their breasts and all
cried for mercy for their children.
"Spare them, Mohammed!" they cried. "Do not unleash The Messenger Of Death
against them. Hold him back! Keep them from The Darkness, oh, Voice Of Allah!
Do not destroy all that is Islam!"
And The Great Prophet turned to his friend and saw a tear in his eye. "What
is this?" he asked, "Does The Heartless One have feeling? Does The Heartless
One pity?"
"What man," replied the Ancient One, "is not moved by a mother pleading
for her children? If he is not moved, if he does not have compassion, then
he is NOT one fit to live."
"Then perhaps," said the Prophet, "I am no longer worthy of existence. For
the evil of their children has so sickened me that I will no longer bear
it. Soon, my friend, their insanity will explode and I must ask you NOT
to interfere in any way. Do not use your powers in their behalf, no matter
how much the temptation. My apologies for interfering with you last evening.
but things must fall the way they must fall. None must hinder Allah's wrath.
They have chosen their path. Let them proceed to their own destruction."
The Ancient One looked out over the wailing women. "Among your people, Great
Teacher," he answered, "many of mine sleep. I can no less keep myself from
protecting them, than the rain can keep from falling."
"This I know," the Prophet replied, "and I would not ask you to do otherwise.
But do nothing for the Children Of Islam. Save not one man, woman, or child.
Protect your own, as I know you must, but leave mine to their fate. Their
hatred, their greed and their lust has consumed them. Let it now consume
their flesh>"
Mohammed rose his arms and stepped close to the top of the mountain, and
the wailing about him ceased. "Go home!" he cried, "Go home! Those who will
die, will die, those who will live will live. Some will come with honor,
most will come with shame. And few will enter into Allah's Kingdom. Go!
Go home!"
The weeping became a slow moan, as the women scattered. The Prophet turned
once more to his friend. "You, too, spread your wings," he said, "and return
where you belong, and, good hunting!"
The Ancient One bowed and sped homeward. The next day a co-worker ran up
to him as he did his daily labor. "Iraq just invaded Iran again," he said,
"it was just on the news."
"That's strange," said The Ancient One, "I thought that was over."
When he returned home he found out it was not Iran The Butcher Of Baghdad
had attacked, but his rich little neighbor, Kuwait, and because of almighty
oil his world was plunged into chaos. There would be plenty of hunting,
plenty of hunting, indeed!