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!


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