Chapter 18: The Global Psychopaths

“It's time, Frank Li,” I said sadly, “It's time to go in, now.”

“I don't want to go in there,” he said, “I don't ever want anyone to be like I am again.”

“Even yourself, Frank!” I said in my shock.

“I don't deserve to live,” he said, “Especially for Them. Not anymore.”

“Nobody does, Frank Li,” I said, amazed at the remorse still in my voice after all this time had passed since I died, “Nobody.” Then I just stood there fighting tears as he was stoic and silent the entire while.

And he-? He said, “I know.”

I never felt closer to anyone but Jesus Christ whenever I think of Him than I did Frank Li at that very moment as a tear found its way down my right eye, ran down my cheek, landed on my arm and dripped off onto Frank's body there on the hospital bed as I thought I saw the beginnings of a smile, looked away and then discovered he was back in his body, for I was just standing there alone. And because of it I was caught off guard by his mother, Anda, as she came through the opened door in silence.

She gasped when she realized what I was and looked at me with panic.

“It's alright, Mrs. Li,” I said, “He's just got to get used to having a body again and he will be with you.”

She gasped again and put her hands to her eyes and said, “How-? How-? How long will it be?”

I just stood there wondering whether I should tell her.

“It-It's alright!” she said, taking her hands away from her face and smiling as her eyes became bright with love and joy.

'Is she one of us?' I wondered for it all seemed so real and not animal-like at all and certainly not pretended.

“Once he was standing by the box elder tree just outside the window when I went to the sink to get a drink of water-?” she said, “He was talking to someone and it was as if they were talking back to him. I only heard one side of the conversation. Was he just imagining there was someone there that loved him that much? How I wish I could imagine someone loved me that much!”

“He is a most remarkable man,” I said, “I have never known anyone quite like him and only one I enjoyed being around more than him.”

“Was it you?” she asked.

“No,” I said, “But I know the One you are talking about.”

Then I walked across the room, passed by her touching her shoulder as I went then went through the open door glad to find no one was in the hallway where I went back where They are, disappearing around the corner and the physical and from Anda, happy to be home again.

“Frank Li,” I said once home where They are, “Did you hear anything?”

“No,” he said, “My body doesn't seem to work. I think it's dead.”

“It won't be, Frank,” I said, “You are only fiction. Our writer has the ability of fiction. He can do anything he can conceive of. And he says they were afraid he was becoming you. He put so much of himself into your story. They were afraid They wouldn't be able to save him from becoming fiction like you are. And that it was possible you could be misinterpreted to be him. Besides they are afraid some psycho might harm someone using what he was writing. Your writer just wanted to remind his readers there is a difference. We are only fiction. They are real, our writer and Them, the One whose name he does not even dare to mention. He does that when he writes sometimes. He gets so wrapped up in what he's writing he can do things he never intended.”

“Why was he telling you that!” Frank said, “You are real, aren't you?”

“No, Frank,” I said, “No more real than you are. But they tell him their might not be time to finish the trilogy before he dies physically. And he hopes he will be able to see the One whose name he does not dare to mention for real and is changed when he dies physically. When you get older your body doesn't mean that much to you anymore. Your spirit and your soul get very important to you. They were just keeping him sane. You know?”

“They must like this book too!” Frank said, “Neat!”

“I don't know about that,” I said, “But he does and he asked Them to help him keep it together so he could write it. They answer prayers, Frank Li. Too bad we can't really pray.”

“Why can't we pray?” Frank said.

“We only exist in this book and in his mind,” I said, “Surely you can see why he wants to keep that separate given his mental disorder? Someone might become a little too confused if we do that. Do you understand? That would be insane like the hippies were and like psychos who roam the Internet looking for people to do harm. Religious insanity would ruin the entire book and he would have to delete the entire thing and try to forget it like any delusion.”

“It is so difficult giving up delusions,” Frank said, “It's just like what the Islamic extremists have to do. Hanging onto any kind of delusion, especially one that causes you to even want to hurt others not to mention killing people like those religious psychos did in the name of that false god, Allah, did at 911. When they go that far the most anyone can do for them is what the rest of the pretenders in their false religion should do, help anyone whose people they harm catch them and remove them from the wold's society.

They may be insane, but at least they are not psychopaths, not yet. There is still hope for them, but the psychos among them have to be stopped from driving susceptible people in other countries to becoming psychopathic too. Mohammed was a psychopath to incite such angry people to kill others anyway. He is best forgotten and his false religion along with it. There is nothing good in that evil insanity. It doesn't even make good fiction. Anyone who supports them is a shame to everyone else in the entire world.

You said you supported 911 and your writer meant he did too. But he meant now that it's over. Do you see, Frank? Our writer forgot for a moment he was talking to real psychopaths who believe they are religious.

America should be punished for what their rich do. But killing people is not the way to do it. He never meant that at all. He just meant to say he supports it in principle not in action. But these thing he writes about carry strong emotions for him too. They don't want them killed either he said if you remember. You cannot obey your god and kill other people especially when your religion's principle book is as silly as the Koran. Flying carpets and crap like that. Don't they watch Disney movies over there? It's full of symbolism like that. So full of it no rational man takes it serious who isn't as insane as the apostates here in America.

Going wild-eyed insane like David Karesh rather than abandoning your delusions makes you a psychopath. The Islamic extremist are even more psychopathic than he was with all his screwy ideas.

Nobody kills anybody from the Mormon fantasies. They are completely off the wall and their religion has nothing to do with Christianity at all, but last I heard nobody has become a murderous psychopath from their religion. There insanity just leads them to all sorts of perversions. They're psychopaths too and they have to be stopped for the sake of their victims. Not all people are as in control of their sanity as others. They tried to recruit our author and gave up. He was just a kid. And he knew they were silly saying God was the father, and they had a mama God and that Jesus and Satan were brothers. What planet are they from? No sane person buys that crap!

All religions nowadays save maybe Judaism is either full of so many phonies it is ridiculous or is the baseless fantasies of psychopaths from the distant past just like Mohammed. I do not tell anyone that to infuriate them or incite them to kill saner people than they are, but to get them to abandon their foolishness. My God knows Islam is too stupid to be for real. I will not lie about that. If you believe differently it is best you abandon your foolishness. If you do what Satan would have you do, for he is a psychopath and recruit people to do what he would do, you are as bad or worse than he is, are you not? Your insanity will be what it is.

Anyone who thinks I am insane because you are insane is purely speculating, but if you kill anyone or even slap your child defending your insanity you should be arrested. How much worse should them poor excuses for humanity who kill hundreds and even thousands be treated? Anyone who tolerates psychopaths and harbors them should be treated like psychopaths who have proven themselves that in whatever name they do it in.

Our writer personally thinks, and this is his thoughts not my God's command, but it is his own opinion they should be killed for having killed innocent people like any other psychopathic murderer and he applauds the effort to destroy the extremely insane like any rational man would or should.

That said, he says, “To Hell with the Islamic terrorists as soon as possible! And my writer agrees with me. If it is not time to say that then the truth is not the truth or I was born in the wrong time. And they are as insane as people think my writer who is certifiably diagnosed with a serious and persistent mental disorder. He believes it is time. I believe it is time. Frank, you believe it is time. If They will it will be done!

But if They do not protect America what am I supposed to do about it. Let America start believing in Them and start praying again. They are real and They answer prayers even the prayers in the ranks of the Islamic extremist if there is anything to answer that is not vanity or insane. It is out of my hands and it is out of your hands. If you die, you die. And if innocent people die why condemn me? When you turned your backs on Them did you not expect something might be in the wings? You do it and blame me for inciting killers to murder us because they are psychopaths? If that makes sense to you, you only prove my point I am an alien here in the Hell you have created on earth. Did you really think you could do that and nobody would object? Who is more foolish? Me for saying truths I know because I know Them or you for pretending you could pull the crap you have pulled all his life."

My writer will gladly go to hell to protect truth's place in his life. What chance does he have to be sane just because the truth is inconvenient for some strategists? He will stand by the truth even if you do him a favor and destroy his aging body which he hopes he gets to abandon before the doctors torture it toward the end. Go ahead destroy his body! Go ahead! He is innocent. That never stopped you psychopaths before! Prove to the entire world which one of us is insane. You have already done that so many times it is redundant. My writer prays They will kill everyone of you psychopaths now! Amen?”