Thursday, June 30, 2005

Kansa Free Press News Release

News Release, July 4, 2006
The Kansa Free Press

On July 1, 2006 the United States Government by Executive Decision of the President of the United States of America, severed the state of Kansas from the Republic. This enactment was brought about by the government in response to the actions of the Kansas Board of Education and the Designed Intelligence Coalition of Kansas who had lobbied for and caused to be enacted stringent new laws governing not only the teaching of evolution but also the mere mention of the theory in public or in private. Declaring that these laws were so ludicrous as to make a mockery of the legislative process, the Congress pressured the President to do something to negate these laws. Her decision to sever the state from the republic was deemed harsh by some who criticized her for making a knee-jerk decision. Her response to this criticism was, “If they want a cake-walk, I’ll give’em a cake walk.” This enigmatic quote appeared throughout the world news media picturing the President escorting the Kansas contingent of lawmakers from the steps of the Supreme Court Building where her enactment had been affirmed without review by Justice Laren, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. President Brinda, who had taken office only six weeks prior, immediately appointed Stephen Darjeeling as the Executive Officer of Intelligent Design Liaison. Darjeeling could not be immediately reached for comment. This is the first official enactment by the new President who took office after the Special Election of 2006 which was held after President Jeb Bush stepped down, stating that family issues were more important than any country. Darjeeling, who owns property in Miami County is renowned as the person who cracked the code of the Voynich Manuscript and made the first ever extraterrestrial contact based on the code’s instructions. His Maimi County property had been confiscated by the government when the extraterrestrial contact was discovered. In apparent retaliation, the extraterrestrials, called Star-People or Star-Beings by Darjeeling, had created a protective crystalline field around the thirty two acre Darjeeling estate. This barrier prevented anyone with negative intentions from occupying or entering the property and is in effect to this day. It is expected that Darjeeling will continue to seek advice from the Star-Beings in his newly appointed position.

Kansas Intelligent Design Act of 2006

The Kansas Intelligent Design Act of 2006
An Act of the United States Congress
By Executive Decision of the President of The United States of America

Be it enacted by the Congress of the United States of America under Executive Decision of the President of The United States of America that on this first day of July, 2006 that the State of Kansas, a sovereign state of the Republic, is hereby severed from that Republic according to the state boundaries as they now stand and as established by legal survey of the Bureau of Land Management.

Further be it enacted that the citizens of the State of Kansas, as established by the Special Census of 2005, are hereby released from citizenship in the United States of America and henceforth shall be known as Kansa or Kansans with rights and privileges as enumerated in the body of this document.

The Citizens of Kansas shall not be governed by any laws of the United States of America, nor by any established state law. The Congress of the State of Kansas is hereby dissolved and shall enact no laws nor have any power of taxation over the Citizens of Kansas. The laws of the State of Kansas are hereby declared null and void. There shall be no governing body over the citizens of Kansas except for the establishment of a Kansas Federal Review Board which shall oversee the economic viability of Kansas and the Citizens of Kansas. This board shall reside in Washington DC and shall be appointed by the President of The United States of America on an annual basis. There shall be established the Kansas Office of Liaison which shall communicate directly with the board on an as needed basis. The Office of Liaison shall be staffed by one Kansan who shall be appointed for life. Qualifications for the Executive Officer of Intelligent Design Liaison shall be established by the board. The Kansas Office of Liaison shall be located in the courthouse building of Anderson County, Garnett, Kansas 66032.

Further, the county governments of the State of Kansas are hereby dissolved and governing bodies disbanded. No county or regional governments shall be established in order to enact legislation, nor levy taxes, nor conduct official business of any kind. Likewise, all city governing bodies are hereby dissolved with the same stipulations as above.

The citizens of Kansas are no longer bound by the governing laws of the United States of America nor by the laws of any sovereign state in the Republic. The citizens of Kansas are free to travel outside the boundaries of Kansas and are not bound by any restriction by any governing body outside the boundaries of Kansas. Citizens of other states of the union are not allowed ingress into the boundaries of Kansas without the expressed consent of the government of the United States of America. Each citizen of Kansas shall be subsidized by the government of the United States of America and provided monetary security.

Enacted and so ordered this first day of July, 2006.
(Seal of the President of the United States of America)

Friday, June 24, 2005

A Song In E minor

I sing a prayer to Sara, Saint of Gypsies
Whenever Chaos raises her beautiful head,
I recite dear Emily's songs of dying,
And pray dear Robert's poems --sighing,
And hang there in the balance by some emotional thread--

Whenever Chaos raises her beautiful head,
The gypsies come to camp beside me,
Laying out their circles of wagons,
Light their campfires, bring out their flagons
Of wine--then tell their children not to worry,
In this life there is no hurry,
And put them safely in their bed--

A hand passes by me--a voice speaks my name,
I hang there in the balance of the two--
By some emotional thread
And I sing dear Emily's canticle for the dead--
The gypsies break their camp of wagons,
The campfires smolder with the dregs of their flagons
Of wine--and the children sing a song or two,
Whenever Chaos raises her beautiful head.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Whenever Chaos Rears Her Pretty Head

Darjeeling sat on the ground with his head in his hands. He didn’t know what had happened, he only knew that a sequence of events had developed and had turned real negative. It scared him to death to think about what might follow. Right now all he knew was that the Albatross Camper was no more. It all started when he had tried to elevate the cab-over camper high enough to get it into the bed of the truck and it fell over. Then he picked it up with his John Deere 420 tractor loader bucket and it fell over the other way. He tried to jack it up (4 jacks cost him $250) and it kept falling over different directions. He got the tractor again and the Albatross started breaking up like the Titanic. So there is no more Albatross. Chaos reared her pretty head and the Albatross was gone. Pushed into a heap. Gutted and empty. And Darjeeling sitting on the ground amidst the ruins, nursing a wasp sting as well.
Darjeeling didn’t really care about the physical Albatross or the loss of one more material possession. It was the manner in which it all happened that caused him concern. He had been riding a pretty high wave up until then, like a surfer about to crouch into the crest and enter the pipeline for a really good ride, only to be smacked down by the wave as it engulfed him and his board, in this case, the Albatross. The board came up broken in two and Darjeeling washed up on the beach, lying there feeling sorry for himself. He ran over in his mind what exactly had happened trying to pinpoint the instant in which Chaos showed up.
Chaos was something that pretty much dominated Stephen Darjeeling’s life. He thrived on it when he knew it was coming and he loathed it when he didn’t. It caused him to reach knew plateaus of euphoria when he was able to stand back and watch others react to total chaotic situations, and it brought him almost to the depths of despair when it blindsided him like it had in this instance. He was lucky in that the highs outweighed the lows and when the lows came he was able to recover fairly swiftly. His reaction was not to the loss but to the misunderstanding and misreading of the signs that led up to the negative chaotic event.
Darjeeling looked up at the ruined Albatross hulk. Then he smiled. “Worthless piece of shit,” he said out loud and pitched a handful of mud that he had scraped from his boots at the camper shell. “A nest for birds, a skunk den, a squirrel house is what you are now, or maybe I will continue to break you into pieces and feed you to the dumpster,” another mud ball marred the white outer side of the Albatross. He wiped from memory all of those times he had sought refuge in some wilderness area, the faithful Albatross stashed out of sight, camouflaged and ready to roll at a minutes notice. He recalled to mind Coleridge’s poem. “Dead birds smell in three days, I’ll not wear you around my neck!” Whap! Another mudball splatted and left a brown streak as it hit and then slithered to the ground. He heard a noise come from inside the camper and went to investigate. As he walked around the front he caught sight of a shadow shape. Turning quickly, he confronted it. This was his dementia, this was his own albatross that he wore.
“Who’s here?” he called out. He ducked around the corner and then quickly turned a hundred and eighty degrees to try to detect who or what was behind him. He heard the crunch of leaves under the hedge trees. One of the dogs? No, not this time, they were off chasing rabbits. “Who’s here, show yourself,” He came to the doorway and was just about to enter when she appeared at the camper entrance.
“Ok, Stephen, I will,” the lady spoke silently to him in his mind. “You ask who I am? I am Star-Chronos, the caretaker of chaos and I have come here to give you a warning. This is just a simple example of the chaos you and the world around you are about to experience.”
Darjeeling regained his aloofness and stepped back a step. “If you are the caretaker of chaos then you caused this to happen and you can keep even greater chaotic events from happening.”
“Just because I am the caretaker doesn’t mean that I control chaos. I just observe it much like you do when you have things under control. It should be obvious that in this instance, you don’t.” The lady’s eyes glowed emerald green and a halo shown around her golden hair. She stood framed in the doorway of the destroyed camper and smiled at Darjeeling. He could tell that she liked him and had compassion for him even though she now chided him for his lapse of consciousness and control. She raised her right hand and extended her index finger. A star shaped point of light appeared at her finger tip. “Here, Stephen, I am giving you this as a reminder of what you need to do to avoid chaotic conflict. Whenever chaos is about to turn negative, you will see this star light appear before you in the area where negative chaos is about to develop. Then it is up to you on how you react to it.” With that, she turned around and went into the camper. Darjeeling followed her in but there was no one there. He went back outside and kicked the side of the camper.
“Worthless piece of shit,” he said and grabbed a cold Mickey’s from the cooler in the pickup twisting off the lid and flinging it into the camper. It came floating back out on a star shaped pinpoint of light.
“Remember, Darjeeling, only you can prevent chaos,” the voice inside his mind said. He turned and got into the truck and drove out to the vineyard and sat there waiting to see what would happen next. It didn’t take long. He saw something up by the corner of the vineyard that looked like a column of clear light. As he looked more closely, he started up the truck and crept slowly forward between two grape trellises keeping his eyes on the column that now looked like a faceted crystal. Suddenly the truck stalled so he got out and walked toward the corner of the property. He noticed that the closer he got the harder it was for him to walk until he reached a point about a hundred feet from the crystal column and had to stop. It was like he was walking in molasses. The column was vibrating and glowing with a soft crystalline glow and was situated at exactly his northeast property corner next to the gravel road. The crystal grew and grew to a height of fifty feet or more and then stopped growing. On top of it appeared Star-Chronos who looked down at Darjeeling and smiled. She stretched out her hand and a star-light appeared in front of her as she faced to the west and pointed down Darjeeling’s north property line. As the star-light went out it created a diaphanous web of crystal, a wall that was as high as the column and was attached to it and spread along the north property line until it reached the northwest corner of the property where another crystal column formed and the wall turned and went south to the southwest corner. This sequence was repeated until all of the corners had columns and the crystalline web entirely enclosed Darjeeling’s property. When that was finished the web covered the entire property from corner to corner creating a ceiling over the thirty two acre tract. In his travels, Darjeeling had once encountered this phenomenon as it was shown to him by a group of monks in Tibet. They had told him that it was possible to do it anywhere if your mind was strong enough and focused and that it was used for protection from negative chaos. Darjeeling looked up at Star-Chronos who was descending toward him on a lotus-shaped pedestal of pink crystal. She stopped directly in front of him.
“Stephen Darjeeling you are right in your conclusion that this is the same structure as the Tibetan monks showed you. They have also been visited for centuries by me and others of the Star. They are a force of goodness and compassion. You should devote yourself to the same altruistic lifestyle that they have.
“You mean I, Darjeeling, am going to be a monk?” This was something that Darjeeling already knew was not going to happen.
“Of course not, silly, we do not interfere in human development or change lives, it is only a suggestion that will be of benefit to you and to others around you. And besides, it can’t hurt can it?” Star-Chronos added a British accent to the last sentence and laughed.
“OK, but what about this stuff on my land, I mean won’t the neighbors talk about it and ask me where I got the funny fence?”
“Of course they can’t see it, only you can, Stephen.”
“Like, how do I get out of here to go to work and such?”
“Through that gate over there,” she pointed to the gate at the drive and Darjeeling noticed as the web developed an outline of a gate. “You can come and go freely but others may not be able to enter. If you see someone who appears to not be able to pass through the web, be aware that that person or persons has negative chaotic energy that will disrupt the field. They will be turned away.”
“What if they happen to be my friends?” Darjeeling could think of several who would qualify in the negative category.
“Be wary of anyone who cannot enter,” And with that, Star-Chronos mounted the crystal lotus and began to slowly ascend until Darjeeling could no longer see her.
“Thank you, Thank you,” Darjeeling called out and waved and then noticed that his neighbor was getting his mail and had turned around to stare at him like he was crazy.
“You are welcome, Stephen,” he heard in his mind. He waved at his neighbor and went back into the vineyard to get his pickup. He looked up. There above him and all around his property was the web supported by the crystal columns. Darjeeling felt good and promised to himself to be more altruistic and compassionate in his life. He went around to the back of the house where the deck was where he had first encountered the People of the Star. There he noticed one more crystal column, bigger than all the rest that was anchored in the center of the octagonal deck and that reached up to the web and supported it like the center pole in a circus tent. He marveled at its beauty and it vibrated and glowed in response to his thoughts.

Thursday, June 16, 2005


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Friday, June 10, 2005

The Four Horsemen

Rafe Garcia looked in the rearview mirror of his old Chevy pickup. “Well I’ll be hornswoggled,” he said and grabbed the sleeve of Slim’s shirt. “Slim, Slim, wake up, mon, you won’t believe your eyes on this one.” Slim snorted a couple of times and began opening his eyes, fresh waking up from his dreams. Slim had seen so much with his eyes lately that he didn’t know what was a dream and what wasn’t. He sat up straight and turned to look out of the sliding back window, wiping off the dust so he could see better. Rafe was already getting out of the truck. “Jenny, Jenny!” he started off down the road and Slim opened his door putting one foot on the ground and keeping the other on the floorboard. Slim was still a little groggy. He saw Jenny Linn and someone else coming down the dry dusty road looking a little bedraggled. Slim couldn’t quite make out who the other person was but he could see that Rafe was about to reach the two of them. The Kansas heat was intense now and Rafe had broken beads of sweat on his brow as he reached Jenny, arms outspread and her likewise. She was genuinely glad to see Rafe this time and suddenly realized that she was a little bit scared about all that had happened. They hugged each other and Rafe looked over at Jack.
“Howdy, preacher,” Rafe stuck out his hand. He knew Jack from the bar in Jetmore when Jack would come in late at night for a scotch on the rocks unbeknownst to his congregation. He had to relax more than a little, sometimes from the rigors of ministering to so many people who thought they were suffering. Some were but there was always that fringe that just needed attention. He checked out Rafe and Jenny and realized then that they did care for each other, even if it was a curious kind of care. He had seen them arguing more than once at Wild Willie’s but often wondered if it was anger or just antagonistic playfulness. He stood there in the heat and shook Rafe’s big hand, smiling at him and giving him and Jenny some room as he began walking toward the brown truck and Slim who was now standing in the open door of the passenger side with his hand on the side rail. Slim was shielding his eyes with his other hand still trying to make out who it was with Jenny.
“Hey, Slim,” Jack called out as he closed the distance, “What are you two yahoos doing out here?”
Slim knew who he was talking to now and he was a bit reticent to be too overly friendly. He and the preacher had had a run in or two at the bar when their conversation turned to theology. Slim was very opinionated about the parallel relationship between the Buddha and Jesus Christ and had tried to swing the Lutheran pastor toward the Eastern approach to compassion. He even suggested that he, Slim, would invite His Holiness the Dalai Lama to Jetmore to preach at the Lutheran church. Jack had laughed at him and that made him mad. It wasn’t that big of a deal to Slim so he decided that he would let bygones be bygones. He stuck out his hand and smiled as Jack approached. Slim, too, was more than a little concerned about the events of the day, and seeing a human being that he knew was comforting in and of itself, let alone the fact that this was a man of the cloth who may be able to offer some spiritual protection if they needed it. Slim was constantly surveilling his spatial surroundings for any indication of spiritual intervention. He knew he had not only witnessed, but had participated in a higher level of consciousness and spirituality than ever before. He was a Christian, but not of the mainstream kind. He relied on more than just the Gospel for his Christian needs, and most recently had embarked on a study of the Gospel of Thomas which was more Eastern in its philosophy and that agreed with him and his studies of Buddhism.
Rafe pushed Jenny back and looked into her brilliant green eyes. “You won’t believe what happened.” They both spoke the same words simultaneously and looked again at each other, somewhat embarrassed. “You go first,” they did it again. “No, you,” it happened again and this time Jenny remembered what Darjeeling had told her about his Theory of Glossosimultaneity. She knew if they continued from that point that they could be locked into Simul-Speak where they would continue to utter exactly the same words at the same time. Jenny quickly broke Rafe’s hold and his gaze which had become unblinking and glassy-eyed. She turned her back to him and began a series of thoughts that had nothing to do with where she was or what she was doing. She felt Rafe’s hand on her shoulder and quickly pulled it away as she walked back up the hill thinking of Mom’s Apple Pie and the Kansas City Royals winning the World Series in ’85. Finally the linguistic link broke and she felt the urge to speak recede. She would have to remain silent now for about ten minutes. This would probably be a problem with Rafe who was insistent on getting her attention and talking to her. She turned back around and looked at him as she pulled her thumb and index finger across her closed lips, making the gesture of turning a key in a lock when she had “zipped her lips” and showing Rafe the imaginary key as she faked putting it into her pocket, just like a little kid who played the same game. This game was serious. She couldn’t afford at this time to go into glossosimultaneity with Rafe, it was just too maddening and dangerous. Of course, Rafe thought she was still mad at him and didn’t understand. He turned around to head back to the truck where Slim and the preacher were having their own discussion without the interference of glossosimultaneity.
“Slim, I believe you, I believe you are telling the truth. Something happened to Jenny and me today, too, and I really can’t explain it in logical terms. There was a voice.”
Slim cut in, “Was it Star-Brinda?”
Jack looked astonished as Rafe joined them overhearing their conversation. “No, it was Star-Laren.”
“Who are these star people anyway?” Rafe asked.
“I believe that is just who they are, star people, people from a different part of the solar system or maybe even galaxy,” Jack looked at the two of them for confirmation.
“Yeah, I could go with that,” Slim said. He was rummaging around in the cooler for a cold beer. “We’ve got to get to town for some beer.”
“Can’t you think of anything but beer?”
“Oh, yeah, but it wouldn’t be appropriate to mention it in front of the reverend,” Slim slammed the cooler lid shut and twisted the cap off of the next-to-the-last bottle of beer. He had a serious look on his face as he took the first sip, dragging the beer down about one third of the way. He looked over the top of the bottle and saw that Jenny was just about to join them. “Hey, Jenny, what’s hapennin’?” Slim tipped the top of the bottle towards her in acknowledgement.
“Hey Slim, I don’t know for sure, maybe we are all going nuts.” Jenny joined the group, avoiding Rafe’s steady gaze. He was still under the influence it seemed and she didn’t want to have a relapse. She stuck her hands in the front pockets of her jeans. Just then, the four of them perceived a glowing object about chest high in the midst of them. Then the voice came to all of them at once. It was Star-Brinda and Slim grinned from ear to ear.
“The four of you will now take this manuscript and drive to Kansas City where you will meet two others on motorcycles, Nuke Dimmitis and Sunny Day. Your truck will guide you to where they are.”
“My truck don’t run since you interfered with us,” Rafe spoke out loud. They all heard a laugh even though there was no one around them. Just then the truck started up on its own, put itself in gear and drove off driverless over the hill. They stood there bewildered and watched as it reappeared and stopped right next to Slim. “Slim, you drive,” the voice told them.
“No problem, lady, any chance we can stop for beer?”
“Look in the cooler, Slim” Slim lifted the cooler lid and beamed. It was chock full of Mickey’s green bottles and at least two bags of ice.
“Say Star-Brinda, how’s about you and me going and you can send these other folks another car, like maybe fix the preacher’s car and send it on over to pick them up?”
“Don’t push your luck, Slim,” the voice said and the truck revved the engine. “You all need to be in Kansas City today.”
The four of them looked at each other. Then Rafe shrugged his shoulders. “Might just as well, we can’t dance and it’s too dry to fly.”
“Too windy to sort rocks,” Slim chimed in. They walked toward the truck and Slim jumped in behind the wheel. This irritated Rafe to no end. He walked around muttering to himself as the three others climbed in the cab. He took off his hat and slapped it on his coveralls, dust flying around him as he spoke:

“Posterity will n’er survey
A nobler grave than this
Here lies the bones of Castlereagh
So stop, traveler, and piss.” **

With that, Rafe unzipped his fly and pissed on the truck tire before he rezipped and jumped into the back of the truck. He was ok now, Lord Byron’s poetry always either calmed him down or revved him up and now he was calm.
“To Kansas City!” Rafe shouted and thrust his arm in the air toward the east where they would meet Nuke and Sunny. The Brown Chevy truck moved jerkily forward then stopped and died in the dust. They all looked at each other. Jenny turned to the preacher who had remained relatively calm and silent.
“Got any ideas, Jack?” She asked.
“Yes, behold the Four Horsemen,” It was Jack speaking but it was not his voice. In front of the truck stood four steeds of different colors: red, white, green and black. They snorted and stamped and lightning crackled all around them as they beckoned their riders. One by one, Jack, Rafe, Slim, and Jenny found themselves on the back of one of the horses. At once they were off, lifted from the surface and flying through the air toward the sun. Jack the Preacherman held tight to the glowing manuscript and wondered what it contained.
** From: Lord Byron’s epigram to Castlereagh.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Dust Devil On A Road

Jenny and the Preacherman took off walking down the road. It was all they could do since whatever kind of aircraft it was that buzzed them had overturned their car. It was a hot sultry day. One of those Kansas days when the humidity sticks to you and sizzles on your arms and face and you are ringing wet with sweat in about twenty minutes of exposure. Thunderheads were building up behind them as they walked East on the dirt road, the sun blazing in front of them, merciless in its mid-morning heat. Jenny put her hand and forearm up to shield her face and teased the preacher. “Why don’t you put your collar back on?” She turned and looked to see if he was as miserable as she was.
“I might as well, I couldn’t get much hotter,” the preacher reached down and picked up a rock, chucking it at a rabbit on the roadside. His shirt was totally soaked by now and he walked with his head down, looking at the dusty track in the road instead of the sweltering sun. The buzz of insects in the weeds added to his misery, like a reminder of the heat, the noise of them adding another level of suffering.
“It’s a good thing you’ve got a white shirt on,” Jenny continued to tease.
“That’s all I have is white shirts,” Preacherman picked up on the joking and offered one back. “And black pants.”
“Don’t you have like an old Grateful Dead T-shirt somewhere, or a pair of bell bottom jeans? Jenny picked up a rock and threw it at the rabbit, nearly hitting it and picked up another to throw as the rabbit ran straight down the road, kicking up little puffs of dust.
“If we stand still, the rabbit will come back.”
“Not with that thunderstorm bearing down on us,” Jenny offered back her own expertise in Kansas nature. “That rabbit will hole up just ahead of us, you better get another rock and try to get closer than ten feet this time. And, oh yeah, you throw like a girl.” Right then they heard the first thunder and felt the rumbling across the plains. “There’s the tater wagon arollin,” Jenny laughed.
“The tater wagon?” Preacherman laughed and looked at her with a sarcastic smile. “The tater wagon?” he repeated. “I’ve never heard of the tater wagon,” he stretched out the words, poking fun at her.
“Hey, that’s what my grandma told me as a kid,” Jenny shot back, “What the hell did you call it anyway?”
“Thunder,” Preacherman beamed at his getting her goat. He liked to tease as much as she did. “Looks like we might get wet the way that storm is coming, we had better look for some shelter.
“Gimme, gimme shelter, or I’m gonna fade away,” Jenny sang as the first big, cold raindrops splatted in the dust and were immediately absorbed, leaving no trace of themselves behind.
“I’m melting, I’m melting,” Preacherman scrunched down toward the earth like the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz. The rain stopped and they felt the coldness of the few drops on their clothes, a welcome coldness to respite them from the heat. They both laughed and kicked up dust with the toes of their shoes. The storm wheeled to the North and they were spared from any downpour, but that just made the heat and the humidity more intense. No cooling from the passing storm, just more heat and the noise of the grasshoppers in the tall bluestem grass.
“What do you think that thing was, Preacherman?” Jenny asked.
“Do you have to call me that?” Preacherman looked at her for her reaction.
“What do you want me to call you, then, Father?” She was embarrassed and hid her embarrassment by using this offensive defensive question.
“No, Jenny, you can just call me Jack,” He smiled at her and kept on walking. “Where are we headed anyway?” He ignored her original question.
“Well, there’s not much out this way. Farms are few and far between and the next town is the one we were headed for. So we’ve got some more walking to do, Jack.” Jenny emphasized his name but not in a sarcastic manner. “What was that, a plane?”
“Yeah, a jet, I suppose.”
“You’re lyin’ out your teeth, you saw it as good as I did.”
“OK, then, I don’t know what it was.” The wind picked up behind them and they heard the roar of more thunder and high wind in the receding storm. A dust devil kicked up in the track about a hundred yards in front of them. It stayed stationary as they approached. “Hey, did you ever try to jump in one of those?” Jack increased his pace to try to get to it before it dissipated.
“Yeah, you get dust in your eyes and grit in your teeth,” Jenny lagged behind. Jack quickly closed the gap on the mini-twister. He didn’t care about dust or grit. The dust devil that had began as a small, gentle zephyr was now about twenty five feet tall and six feet in circumference at the top, outlined by the dust it was continuing to pick up as it spun in one place at the top of the rise in the road. Jack got to within six feet of it and stopped. He was being pelted with dust and small pebbles. He wanted to reach out and touch the side of it or jump into the center but couldn’t, the wind was too strong. Jenny caught up with him and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away from the vortex. “Come on, Jack, you’ll get hurt!” She had to yell in his ear because the wind from the dust devil was louder now and it was still increasing in size. Jenny was afraid now. She had never seen anything like this.
“Over this hill, you will find transportation to Kansas City.” They both heard a voice, but not a real voice. It was like it was being broadcast into their minds. They looked at each other, intuitively knowing that the other one had heard the same voice. Jenny was the first to think.
“Who are you,” Jenny thought in her mind and Jack was astounded that he could also hear.
“I am called Star-Laren and all will be made known to you in a little while. For now, take the ride to Kansas City in the truck over the hill.” The dust devil collapsed and they were looking down over the other side of the Kansas hill.
“Oh my God!” Jenny exclaimed, “It’s Rafe and Slim.”