JIHADISM AND THE UNBELIEVABLE DELUSIONAL PSYCHOTIC STATE OF ITS FOLLOWERS! PART 7!

Allah.: Then, Jihadi. Let me say this to you. How did humans live before the arrival of all the world's now established religions? Before the Qur'an, the Bible, the Torah, the Vedas, and others? 

Were they wrong in the things they did, the lives they led? And if so, by whose and what measurement were or are they posthumously classified as having been 'wrong', or, for that matter, 'right.'

No, Jihadi. I do not intend for humans to become my slave, and neither should they seek or submit themselves to becoming slaves to anybody or to any doctrines. 

Especially those which advocate slavedom. If I were to walk among you and your kind, Jihadi, and, in truth, you cannot really know that I have not done so.  You would have labelled me an 'infidel', a 'non-believer, and murdered me, as you have done to others.' 

Because, you see, Jihadi, I value the freedom to be free from having to submit myself to people and things which are of no benefit to me and/or to others. 

Which is why you do not see me intervening in the affairs of humans, bestowing blessing on them or smiting them with curses. 

I, Jihadi, do not need humans to bow down to me or serve me in any capacity. 

All that I would ask of them, is that they do good to each other and avoid doing any harm, as they strive to acquire what little happiness they can. Before they are reabsorbed back into infinity.

But for now, Jihadi, what am I to do with you? Do not count on being given 72 virgins. 

After all, what would they do with someone who has eyes, but chooses not to see. Who purportedly has a brain, but chooses not to think for himself, and to comprehend what would be obvious to all sensible people. 

I neither reward nor punish humans for the good and the wrongs they have done, Jihadi!

Jihadi.: Then, Lord, what is to become of me and those who, like me, have done such harm, believing that it would succour favour with you? 

Who have, truly, like the dog crossing the river with his bone, and dropping into it.  

As he rashly jumped off the bridge of life and attempted to grasp the bigger bone.  Only to find that it is no more than a shadow of the real thing which he has now lost? 

What are to become of us, Lord? For what have we turned our backs on our earthly life, and sacrificed the only chance we had of realising some happiness, as it is given to human to experience?

To be continued.