Meet my little friend. Actually, it's not as small is it appears, nor as little as a Praying Mantis is. My "friend" sure looks like a Praying Manits, but its sky blue color, and its height of at least eight feet, make me wonder.

Does that make you wonder about me?

They really like their cloaks. They often like their hoods up, and look a lot like "The Grim Reaper," only they carry their own "sickle." I guess that's why they don't do all the operative procedures themselves, those insect "hands" just aren't like Humans'.

I must confess, I'm glad I met it (her?). If it weren't for it, I may not have met God, even though it told me it loved me. When they "killed" me, God "said" that they were evil, but that It would protect me. They only stopped my body from working so that my spirit would depart, but, they had the power to revive me: I'm fine, and I got to meet God too, cool :)

If I never met God, I might never have had a mission!

I'll say it for you - In his own mind!

To the Outside Door.