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They Come on Gusts of Wind
The excited sounds of the birds outside confirm my feelings
that I’m not the only one that feels the rise in emotion and energy. Alarm
bells go off in my mind warning me that something is coming…I feel like I’m
inside a dream not able to see what looms in front of me but I know its there…I
feel it’s approach as the raised hair on my neck confirms.
The wind rolled in, howling down on the dwellings of
confused inhabitants all around me. Dark clouds above moved in swiftly,
battling in a tangled twilight with the suns rays revealing images in motion as
if on plains long forgotten and in stories from long ago only rediscovered now
as they announce their presence.
The clouds merged into landscapes and shadow images seen only
in dreams as the wind carries something that moves unseen and silently into
place. Formations held fast as the wind briefly dies to reveal consciousness
peering down on the life below…and then just as quickly as it came, moved away,
chased by something close behind.
There was an awareness in the air that seemed driven by
confident madness…and yet it did not take notice of the scurrying figures
below. The moment seemed fit for the beginning of a nightmare but in a waking
moment, it is real…
In an instant, my mind is taken to confident thoughts and
impressions found when consciousness takes hold in dreams. There are cycles of
deja vu and all knowing flowing through my mind, thoughts of shadow and light.
Something is there…I sense it, and it senses me…
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