Chapter 30:  Insane According to the World

Chapter 30: Insane According to the World

A Chapter by Taffy Lane Writer

I say, “Do not ask for a sign. Is not everything you say and think not a sign? You do not need a sign, signs are all around you telling which way to go. Why not learn to read the signs? Does a pointed wooden sign that reads Jerusalem mean you are in Jerusalem? Why not follow the direction the sign indicates you should go and see whether even Jerusalem is still there?

Why stand in Palestine before such a sign believing they have brought you to Jerusalem? If you blow yourselves up where you are then how many Jews will you murder besides yourself? And if you cannot read the signs why don't you ask someone, even someone who is no one really like me? Have I refused to tell you where to go? But this I tell you honestly. If your delusion results in even the death of yourself all you will accomplish is miss the chance to learn from a Jew, one of those dedicated to preserving the truth instead of that liar Mohammed. Were not the signs all around him also? Why did he blow himself up by lying to you and himself? There will be nothing left of you and your phantom prize of forty-seven virgins. You and those like you have probably blown up more virgins than you will ever even see, for the moment your bomb explodes your part in the object lesson will cease and what you tried to say will be a lie as everyone who is sane well knows.

Instead blow up your leaders who deceive you for they are yet angry because Allah never existed. He never was on the moon. How could he live there and leave no trace? Are you as stupid as the Cosmonaut who went to space and declared God wasn't there? Duh!

Insanity is such a shame and when sanity comes to you, if you ever allow it to, you will be embarrassed what you thought was real and true. Trust me, ask a Jew what the truth is. They have been fighting their delusion from Moses' Adam to this very day, but they are dedicated to the truth and have preserved some it.

No one believes that Allah, Mohammed imagined ever intended to preserve even one truth. They seek to reign over the Jews like all of the insane of earth ever did even the apostate Christians. It cannot be done. Will you change their nationality by forcing them to lie, if they even will do that to you? You and your leaders know what a joke Allah is. Isn't that why you get so angry when you see the true drawings of that fictional one. Draw a cartoon of me if you can. You know nothing of what I look like. Yet I tell you the truth in the language you best understand, Fiction.

Abraham is not your real father. You were born out of wedlock. The son of a man, flesh of his flesh like a little girl named Woman, Ismael. There was no truth in your conception. You were never an heir of Abraham's. Even Sarah spoke the truth to your mother Hagar. You who were given nothing at the reading of the will because you were nothing to Them why do you seek to kill off your only hope. Were you a Jew and killed off all of your brothers you would stand a better chance of receiving anything, but Cain already tried that and was disinherited for what he did also and he is your true father. Face it you are not a Jew. You never were a Jew. And you cannot become a Jew for one of your own will murder you.

Maybe the Christians whom you also kill more justly will accept you into their apostate religion. Stop being so damned religious! There is no truth in it anymore. It is all window dressing at best. When the Light finally comes back don't be like the religious. Religion is of no value where sanity reigns if you believe in its artifacts and hollow false prophecies. You are insane. Accept the truth is They do not know you. They want to. But even They can make not sense of your babbling and meaningless ramblings no matter how many times you repeat them. Why continue in such foolishness to your own detriment?

When was the last time They blessed you? When was the last time you experienced a miracle? Can you remember it? Surely someone asked Them to show you a miracle that you might understand the object lesson is not a matter of energy and matter but of Their power, that you might come to know Them.

You know what I am saying is true. Even those lost to ISIS know the truth and tremble with fear. I fear them not at all, for even if they blow up everything they will not have harmed any part of the reality the object lesson was given to teach, and this metaphor was designed to make clear. They cannot even blow me, Frank Li up.

Are they not completely impotent? What good would forty-seven virgins be to a dead impotent killer? Are you not altogether like them? They know you are. You cannot fool Them, and you have not fooled yourselves.

You know Frank Li is more real than any of us, my writer, me and you. Open your eyes and read the words on these pages and ask yourself if you are even as real as I fictionally am. If not, isn't it about time you become some scribble in your alphabet, some single word, even a foolish one, some indicator of a true thought They might have once had in mind for you to communicate to even one of your enemies.

Being nothing but gibberish an insane writer left as graffiti on a toilet wall written in his feces for he had no toilet paper that means nothing anyone will ever understand just as he intended is even more meaningful than the lies you have been taught and the liars you follow and the lie you have become. Nobody understands your meaning for you have perverted what you might have been intended to say to the point no one can read you anymore.

Is it any wonder the entire world has given up on you and everyone you know? You need help. Why won't you let us help you? We are your only hope? And you kill us in the hope of scaring us away! Are you not insane?

Your beloved prophet Mohammed lied to you and murdered the entire lot of you, why do you lie down in the graves of your fathers who all died just like you will. What good did that do? Was it supposed to be a joke? I and every sane person, even those sane in the eyes of the world, didn't get it, if it was meant to be a joke? But what else could it be? It never made any sense.

Is that really the legacy you want to pass onto your hateful little children? Are they that unruly? Why do you hate them so? But you encourage them to blow themselves up for what? Something even you know is not the truth! Is there any hope for you? Do you even want anything that makes sense to anyone that you might ask Them for something? I think not. And my heart goes out to you. I have been where you are in the depths of your insanity. Are you not as pathetic as I was then?

“Please,” Frank Li plead, “Do not make me write anymore. I love them. But they are hopelessly insane. No one understands what they are even trying to do. Do they intend to destroy even the object lesson? Why? Why would anyone do such an insane thing? When all they have to do is read the object lesson or my writer's metaphor! Are they retarded? Surely not all of them are. Why my writer? Why torment me with their nonsense a word longer? I beg of you. Stop it. Stop it this instant! Are you insane?”

“No,” the Inspiring One said, “It is just that he feels so deeply for anyone completely insane and tormenting themselves with insanity. Perhaps it is a purely emotional thing. But I don't know. I have never been insane. He doesn't just have sympathy for them. He cries out to them with empathy for once he was very much like them if not precisely like them. He never killed anyone. But he tried twice to kill himself for he hated himself for what he was doing to himself and he could stand the emotional pain of doing that no longer. Fortunately he did not die. If anyone can understand them. He can. In fact all who are like him can empathize with them.”

The rest of the world can only offer sympathy at best, and even killing them off is better than leaving them in that agony their entire lives long. Why don't their saner relatives do something for them? They are their responsibility. They obviously can't stand reading their holy books. It has driven them insane in a very dangerous way. They are a danger to themselves, their families and to others.

Do their relatives hate them that much? That is so unfortunate! Why then don't they lock them all up somewhere safe so they won't hurt themselves or anyone else until such time they become saner? I don't understand relatives who don't care for their brothers even? They are insane like my own family who have always been worthless to me and were not ever any support to me at all. Are you all not the true reprobate in this. You have the audacity after all to claim you are sane yet you won't help your own who are in grave danger! I have never known how such hypocrites can live with their own consciences. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves for you not only permit them to act out you harbor them from those who would put them away! Are you not the scourge of the earth if you cannot plead insanity also? Islam has apparently taught you nothing either. Cowards are no help to anyone in a dangerous world.”

That is all they have to say to rest of the insane on earth, but nothing to Them whom they do not know and who has no way of knowing them ever. Do they not experience insanity like we have, for like it or not I am as one of you and my writer was just like you before they helped him be sane.



© 2015 Taffy Lane Writer


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