So it is Friday night. The weekend is here. We know now is the time for fun. Trivia and trifles. Maybe some truffles. We have laid our burdens down. Monday will come again. We are Weekend People. Time for Game Day. Time to make ammends. Time to make friends of our enemies and make our friends love us. A little prestidigitation…a little alchemy.

Songs lift the spirit. There is magic in the air. Who can make a silk purse from a sow’s ear? Have we discovered how to make diamonds from coal? Hearts are easier to deal with. A stony heart can return to a heart of flesh. We look around and see that we are still here. Where there is life, there is hope.

‘Please keep your eyes glued on the top hat that I am waving my magic wand over,’ Chet intoned. ‘Tonight you will see a piece of magic that will either excite you or frighten you,’ Chet continued. ‘This is only designed to be seen once,’ Chet continued. ‘What you are about to partake in is life-changing…you will not leave this venue as you came,’ Chet promised. ‘You came in burdened by the load of life you carry,’ Chet said. ‘You will leave by another way,’ Chet smiled. ‘Do not take your eyes off the Hat,’ Chet emphasized.

‘Where are we?’ Jane asked. ‘I passed myself on the way to the concert…the girl looked just like me except different,’ Jane continued. ‘The clouds are multicolored,’ Jane observed. ‘A lamb has been nuzzling my leg and smiling at me,’ Jane observed. ‘Everyone seems happy… anxiety-free…there is a spiritual feeling in the air,’ Jane whispered. ‘Mom and Dad are in the audience…they have been dead for many years,’ Jane said. ‘I hear the sound of many waters flowing and the sound of doves,’ Jane said softly.

‘Look in the distance…the fighting has ended,’ Billy B noted. ‘Children are reading in the town square,’ Billy B continued. ‘The President is talking about all of us joining meetings around round tables to talk about what we want our country to be,’ Billy B said. ‘There is a giant Top Hat on the horizon,’ Billy B exclaimed…