Preparations were underway…

The food was hot, delicious and plentiful. They had all eaten until they were satisfied. Their throats were full of revelry, joy and family. Many could not participate with such fine clothing, delicacy or address, because they did not have any.

Many jumped up and ran for the door. Some took a nap and rested from their great ordeal with the plate, spoon and fork. Some of them prepared for the day of work and service the next day, while many gathered their currencies, plastics and smartphones in preparation for the so-called black day. Some gave thanks while others did not. Because they lived across the way.

The day of celebration of the great birth was festive. Many were concerned for those who had not, while many simply zoomed in and out, inadvertently overlooked, ignored, and dismissed. Although, in large part, due to invisibility and selective, mindless ignorance. Unemployment also depended on pins and needles. The debate, decision, and race to the door session was his only hope. Hopes were shattered, spat out and destroyed with the traversal footsteps at the end of the session that escapes oblivion. Their faraway addresses were kept hidden from the masses and the media: the eye of truth, justice and freedom for all, especially those on this side, on the other side of the road.

Glitter lights and babies squinted and widened the eyes of the pious and the wondering. They ran across the road to see what sparkled next, what was cheapest or most expensive, best, biggest and brightest or brightest. After the takeover, the knick-knacks and loot were returned to the luxury and preference residences, through doors, windows, and chimneys, all of which are neither required nor offered along the way. In a word, they ran away and denounced things as ridiculous, the words written in a pretty good Book:

“This,” says the Lord, “do not learn the way of the nations, because the nations cower before them, because the customs of the peoples are vain; because one cuts down a tree from the forest, the work of the hands of a laborer, with the They adorn it with silver and gold, secure it with nails and hammers, so that it does not move.
~ Jeremiah, Ch. 10~

Can’t you see, oh, across the way?

The ball fell off and fell over the post. They ran down the road to see… The newly entered year took hold of a jubilant and cheerful demeanor. Will it be short-lived? I think so… The old and the weak stayed away from the celebration for fear of being trampled by the maddening crowd, in their attempt to get the best place – on the other side of the road.

The people, who did not know what they were doing, boasted of the image of Him with false looks. His head and his hair were white as wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like a flame of fire. The Trojan lands were under siege.
“I know your works, your tribulations and your poverty, but you are rich and I know the blasphemy of those who say they are Jews and are not, but the synagogue of Satan”, although Enoch walked with God on the other side of the road. .

Cain dwelt in the land of Nod, east of Eden; the earth giants were children of angels and the human female. The daughters of men were indeed beautiful.

Crowds of the unemployed held onto hope in a tense attempt to believe that the chosen ones would sooner or later do the right thing, for those who stood in the way. They ran across the road, pursuing them, in a foolish attempt to evade the Most High, to escape the avenging archangel in the night, or Satan himself, to catch the naked Black Man before he could reach the safety of freedom. across the road.

Those on the other side of the aisle, stretched out with tense limbs, stretched out with warlike contention, striving to show them the light of the just.

“Do not leave the session now, do not leave when we are most needed, your homes are intact and well equipped. Is it not our duty, our responsibility to ensure that everyone is equally safe? Is it not our duty to provide so that they can get there, across the road? We beseech you, every sober and just soul, turn inside and live up to the honor that has been bestowed on you; for the people, by the people, and for the people Even if a creed does not support the other, the colloquial destiny is one.

Cherries and fantasy envelop the living belief of life within the liquid crystal display. Several dinnertime survivors sit anxiously awaiting their turn to contribute their experience of the day. The loving pride of parents casts a mighty beacon across the city in the land of the free. The totality of the union, (for the moment), superlatively overwhelms the surrounding host of despair. Lack of unity is the ultimate sacrifice to which humanity has submitted: surrender to Satan. The power of him lies in the destruction of humanity. Many are deceived into following and believing in individuality, contempt, separation and isolation from the masses. As long as we are not able to understand and communicate, how can there be total cohesion, peace and equality between us? Believing that one is more powerful than the other, better than your God, the curse cast on those who built the ‘Tower of Babel’ falls and spreads to all the lands of the world, on the other side of the road; allowing Satan’s victorious smile.

The gladiators of the iron grid, the hoop and diamonds of the earth, the passion ring and rope, or the Olympic trials receive greatness from admiring eyes. Wealth and riches have fallen to them. Who is now the master and who will be the servant? Cold cereals, razors, sodas and beer are presented with scantily clad, light-skinned women flaunting their breasts and buttocks proudly, supported by rich green bucks of slimy booze-soaked neophytes and Neanderthals slapping each other’s heads. back. Waitresses are pinched, kissed, and slapped in the name of prank, subtlety, and lust. Big screen television with realistic dramatizations and alienations saturates the rampaging horde in abundance. The studious husband of a flirtatious wife caught the scope across the way, even though he had completed his doomed pact-breaking date, coming back the other way.

Complaining and moaning, because the snow didn’t stop falling when they wanted it to. Did the snow fall on purpose to ruin their day, to ruin their plans? What are the benefits of snow while you’re shoveling and throwing things there, across the road? Have you been sick? I had a cold? What do you think happens to the saliva found all over the sidewalks when the old, dirty snow is melted, shoveled, collected, and piled up right there on the other side of the road?

Cars, buses, trucks, trains, and planes have succumbed to the wrath of winter weather. Its roads and paths covered in white fluff and cold as ice. The trees, many of them old, reluctant to support the weight of things that fall from the sky. They made up their minds and were forced to bend and break and use suburban houses and support poles as buffers for their way to sidewalks and quiet fields across the road.

Humans, many of them of highly secure means and “wealthy”, were suddenly and abruptly denied their basic needs. Never mind those who have lived their lives continuously, without the things they take for granted.

The cold winds howled and blew. She huffed and puffed and brought everything down. The water pipes froze and burst. Many wiped their dry mouths eager for thirst, for lack of a glass of water. After several days, the agony began to drive them insane, to the verge of murder. The lights were off. TV didn’t work. The Kindle did not turn on due to dead and depleted batteries. Nowhere was there any convenient everyday, ordinary power of any kind. Transportation was no longer an optional consideration package for them across the road.

The car started fine, but to no avail, to no avail. There were no longer any amenities available to the pretty little cul-de-sacs that were now pits of woe and despair, gestating an inevitable platform slope for starvation. Electric wires and hot, live power lines were untouchable, inaccessible. There were no more matches, paper, or wood available to heat the fireplace. The gas grill was empty of propane. Charcoal grilling killed some families who didn’t want to freeze to death in the safety of their broken, vandalized and exposed homes.

One guy wondered, “What did the Indians do? Are we going to die like the pilgrim settlers, leaving the safety of the ships that took them here to the Americas? Trapped in hundreds of feet of snow and started eating each other to survive. What did they use to cook? Where are the Indians when you need them? Could they help us survive! Please, will someone tell us what to do? Do?”

Some of the residents were lucky enough to do the hostel circuit. Two weeks later, repair crews were relentless in their dedication to restoring power to the various communities outside of the city.

The burly Black Man, a power company supervisor, addressed the derelict, destitute and depraved semi-homeless drifters. He cordially visited them, simply to reassure them and inform them of the daily progress of the power teams. He wanted to let them know how soon they could start going back to their homes. But that was not to be. Savage and unfairly attacked was he. They hit him with verbal assaults from every single direction. They wanted satisfaction now, right now.

“You’re telling a bloody lie! We’re tired of waiting for your useless, worthless slow jaws!”

He tried in vain to calm down the people, none of whom looked like him. When he failed to bring peace and control to the raucous group, he searched for his belongings that had been taken from him. They stole his lunch box, books and papers that he had brought to the meeting, and took off his outer clothing. They were also confiscated. He bolted from the room yelling into his cell phone and his radio for help that would never come. Losing the radio as he fled for his life, the rampaging entities of helpless suburbanites in the appearance of chalk-faced zombies, ignited and began attacking each other. They couldn’t see eye to eye, couldn’t reason with any semblance of sanity. They came from there, from across the street.

The wind, the rain, the snow, and the ice stopped falling; then, after six hours had passed, they started again for another twenty-four hours. Everything stopped and subsidized, then it was completely gone. It was clear that someone, something was watching them. It, They, She or He was watching to see how the tables had turned, how the tide had fared… The One Who is the Most High, the One Who sat and watched them from the media, when it was all over. He saw what they did, how they did it… from there, across the road.

Until next time…