At one o’clock in the afternoon we arrived at the door of Randolph Geisner’s room, whose name I recognized immediately as the king of the murderous drug-lords in the American hemisphere. The two FBI agents at his door did not take notice of us as we walked into his room. Randolph Geisner was sitting up, his left wrist handcuffed to the bed railing, his right arm in a cast and sling. He turned his head and scowled at us. Ms. Molly raised her hand with her palm towards him.
Randolph Geisner opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He looked very perplexed and tried again -- nothing. Ms. Molly said, “Randolph Geisner, let me get right to the point. You have done many unforgivable, evil things in your life. We are here to tell you that your soul will die at 1:14 p.m. today.” Randolph Geisner’s eyes widened in surprise and then fear, he struggled mightily against the handcuffs in desperation of getting away from the two of us. His mouth was moving as if he were yelling at us, or for help.
Ms. Molly walked up beside his handcuffed wrist and lightly laid her feeble, arthritic left hand upon the hand that gripped the rail. He became very still. She looked him directly in the eye, and in a gentle, soft voice said, “You see, Randolph Geisner, there is only one punishment for an evil person like yourself, and that is the utter destruction of your soul; for a person is not truly dead until his soul no longer exists.” She paused for a moment, and then announced, “Randolph Geisner, I have come for YOU. I AM THE SOUL EATER! I BRING YOU THE FINAL DEATH.”
At 1:18 p.m. the FBI agent found Randolph Geisner dead in his bed, his face frozen in a tortured grimace, staring, with his mouth open as if he were screaming.
For the rest of the day Ms. Molly and I continued to greet, console, pray with, and encourage our patients.