Chapter 8: The Proposal

“What are the dead interested in?” Frank Li asked her.

“Mostly they are preoccupied by their basic needs like food and shelter and procreation,” she said in a voice thick with sadness, “It seems to takeover their entire lives. They spend most of their life, doing or thinking about all of that; how to acquire it, how best to maintain it, and remembering or even fantasizing about it, sex especially.

Almost all of their society is tied to sex in one way or another. As a result they talk about it, they form friendships based on it, they entertain themselves almost exclusively with it, for they seem to have mastered the food and shelter side of it blaming it on hormones They gave them to help create the drive in the first place for their survival. It leaves them intellectually retarded and actually reduces some of them to sounding like very nearly, imbeciles. But even they become bored with doing it or become uncomfortable with being involved in it for one or more of the many, many problems, most of them imaginary, it causes them. And the apostate pretenders most often pray about nothing, but their basic needs with the addition of rest and sleep, and are not interested in anything else.

Even some of the very few of us there are on earth become totally caught up in it even though that has little or nothing to do with what they were born to do. To all humans it seems so important they get completely carried away with it and wind up depressed when any of it is short supply, or even murder their own bodies because of complications due to sex primarily.

It is so important to them they even invite demons and devils into the situation, sometimes begging to be possessed in order to have fun doing it and murder others or destroy their others in many ways. They are very good at doing that despite the many addictions they cannot even challenge depending on how addicted they are and the duration of the addictions. They actually feel like they are contributing to their communications and societies believing they are actually doing something important. But even the animals spend less time preoccupied by it, for in them it is much more balanced especially when food is plentiful, something that depends on how overpopulated with humans earth is.

It is a sad situation as increasingly they need more than the imbecilic pursuits they waste their gray matter on. It makes me want to cry sometimes, hoping that it is so swift they don't even realize it when the end does come in the great fired that will destroy them to the very elements of their bodies as well as anything remotely connected with them, leaving nothing to even remember about any one of them because of the redundancy with which it has already been done.”

Frank Li patiently listened realizing that most if not all of his problems had been tied to sex too. He was amazed at her insight and the accuracy at which she portrayed it. Thus he sat quietly and looked away from her face realizing that had been tied to his sexuality also.

“What is wrong, Frank Li?” she asked, knowing she could have been talking about him as much as anyone else. “Have I offended you?”

“You have shown me myself and all the people I was ever acquainted with,” he said, “And I guess I am offended by us too.” Then he looked back into her blue eyes and asked, “Is there anything we can do? Shall I ask Them to change it?”

“You can ask Them anything, Frank,” she said, “But there is nearly nothing They can do. Why do you think They leave up to others like me and your other Inspiring One to encourage people like you to try to let them know they don't have to be disgusting, even to themselves in many cases? And that there is so much more they could be doing, for I sense that at least you realize that you were like them and a creature completely addicted to the satisfying of their own appetites or the appetites of others. Rather than reach beyond their bodies and use their conditions to even reach others that some of them might even really live, they do not even approach the open door to joining us in my dimension. Most refuse to actually accept we are even possible and try to blame their situation on others who are precisely like them.

Even when They do reveal Themselves to the very young among them it can take a very long time before those they reveal themselves to even share Them with anyone. And even They are very close to giving up on the entire lot of them and They would just let them stay in their underdeveloped minds and continue on until they destroy themselves. But even They can only take so much, you know?”

“Do you mean he has chosen me to tell them?” Frank Li asked proudly.

“No,” she said, “Our writer was one They revealed Themselves to and he understood, but even he has decided to take extraordinary lengths to tell them, knowing even the Bible is useless to the pretenders who look upon Them as imaginary friends. It is highly unlikely anyone will take him seriously anymore than they will you. And infinitely more unlikely anyone will take Them serious enough to even join the pretenders whom They hate too.”

“So!” Frank Li said, dragging the word out very long, “What are they going to do?”

“They are sending one of Them, the Light whom they on earth call Jesus Christ to judge them soon,” she said, “I'm surprised They have taken so long. Perhaps They were waiting for you, Frank Li? I don't know. I just know that the returning Light is coming back to judge them, not to save them.

The pretenders don't understand. It is doomsday. Not a day of rejoicing for what they would get out of it. Anyone who would rejoice over such a thing does not love like They do. They will be counted in the number of the pretenders and the dead, rejected forever, left to their just deserts. They had all the answers. They had the cure. But they didn't even love one another not to mention the dead, only themselves. And they will be the easiest to forget. They might even be easier to forget than the Devil, the devil's and the demons. It is very difficult to love them at all. They come as close to mocking Them as is possible, for even Satan is proof They exist.

If you can do it, Frank Li, when you get back to the conscious earth, don't just pretend to love anyone, least of all any one of Them.”

“What am I suppose to do when I get there then?” Frank Li asked, “Let them kill me?”

“If it comes to that,” she said, “You do love Them don't you?”

Even Frank Li was silent.

“There is no way for me to know unless I'm truly tested,” he said.

“You can't flunk the test if you are real, Frank Li,” she said.

So why was Frank worried?

“Do I have to go?” he said clearly dreading the proposition.