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“He's dead?” Anda Li screamed into Frank Li's cellphone that laid on the table in his bedroom in his apartment at Northland Apartments..

I knew he was scanning his now three dimensional mind, but I kept silent to sharpen his mental acuity. 'I know you are still here,' he said, 'Wh..

I just monitored Frank Li's spiritual mind after that for a while, but it seemed to be sleeping almost all the time. They didn't seem interested..

Frank Li began walking around in Jacky's yard trying to know what grass felt like, I guess. But I don't know that. He is just a character in a no..

“Wow!” Frank Li said, “What was that?” “Your writer needed some rest so he deleted some of his book which is where ..

“It's almost time, Frank Li,” I said. “Time for what?” he asked. “Do you want to meet others?” I asked. &ldq..

“Be very careful with the delusional,” she said, “They are like children who don't remember what they are told and merely want t..

“What are the dead interested in?” Frank Li asked her. “Mostly they are preoccupied by their basic needs like food and shelter an..

“Do you want to go back?” I asked Frank. I could see he was in a great angst the likes of what Jesus of Nazareth must have gone throug..

“We want to show you something, Frank,” I said as my husband stood beside me next to Frank Li's hospital bed, “You brain has to ..