Something seemed off. There was a wind warning. When was the last time we had a wind warning? The wind warning was before the main event. The temperature was forecast to drop 40 degrees overnight. The ill wind meshed with the way the people felt. Time seemed frozen on the black Sunday. Many were lost in their thoughts. They had hurt others. They pushed the guilt from their minds, but today it all came back. Certainly, they were of the elite. Learning to destroy those who are weaker than you and then claim their property and wealth. It has been said, ‘To the victor belongs the spoils.’ A tree fell onto Giant City Road. How would that feel if it fell on your head? Unrest was in the air. The satisfied assurance of being in the right waned as the wind picked up. We are vulnerable. All made of flesh and bone. The Proprieters of propaganda were strangely absent. The Wicked Wind was present.

‘This is a Wind like I have never seen,’ Chet said. ‘When it strikes you in the face, it causes reflection of the soul,’ Chet noted. ‘How did we arrive here?’ Chet asked. ‘Has it been God’s plan for us to rise to the top of the Heap by stepping on the weak?’ Chet said. ‘We tell those whom we bomb and kill that we love them…it is a funny way to express love,’ Chet mused. ‘Many are coming out of their homes and standing in the street to assess the wind and what it brings,’ Chet noted. ‘I remember a distant time where we loved each other and helped each other…if our neighbor was hungry we fed them…if they were cold we took them in…if they wept we dried their tears,’ Chet said softly. ‘Jesus ministered to the poor and loved them, Chet said. ‘Christ neither sought the rich nor gave them special place in his movement…he said it was harder for a rich man to enter the kingdom of Heaven than for a camel to go through the eye of a needle,’ Chet explained. ‘Remember when we welcomed the stranger as the scripture has taught,’ Chet asked. ‘Have we ended up in Hell and never knew when it happened,’ Chet postulated.

‘I fear our two-by-six walls will not hold in this terrible wind,’ the Leader said. ‘This house is hurricane proof, according to the builder,’ the Leader noted. ‘How is it that this mysterious wind has arisen and we were not told about its coming,’ the Leader said. ‘We have prepared…we have prevailed…we are the chosen…and yet the Wind,’ the Leader said. ‘Who shall we blame for our calamity,’ the Leader beamoaned. ‘This freakish weather must have come from the countries we want to bar from our shores,’ the Leader exclaimed. ‘Excuse me, but I must go to the bunker in the White House due to my importance,’ the Leader informed.

‘The days have changed since I was a girl,’ Neva J said. ‘Once we were all poor and helped each other…one family had apples, and another had chicken…all of us ate something if it was no more than persimmons we found in the woods,’ Neva J said. ‘Persimmons are good when you are hungry,’ Neva J laughed. ‘Leaders spoke of helping others and being servant/leaders,’ Neva J noted. ‘Somehow we entered the time of every person for themselves… no compassion… no love…only how much money can I gain,’ Neva J said somberly. ‘I have read of Hades and have read Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy,’ Neva J said. ‘Do people in Hell know that they are in Hell?’ Neva J asked.

‘Come, my friends, we have a place to gather in the Woods,’ the Preacher said. ‘We shall hide from the Wind for a while,’ the Preacher admonished. ‘Change has occurred, and most do not realize it,’ the Preacher explained. ‘Many will be taken in the Wind,’ the Preacher said. ‘We have trusted in our own strength and the diminishment of others,’ the Preacher said. ‘Now the Mysterious Wind of Change is here, and all of us will suffer,’ the Preacher said.