I began to see sparkles in front of my eyes, what people would call ‘stars’ I suppose. I was a little light headed as I opened a pathway in my frustration and anger. I grabbed Brother Michael by his robe and jumped dragging him with me.
We stood on a flat, barren plane, no tree, no blade of grass grew. The sky above us was gray and heavy with clouds. The entire world seemed to be in shadow. The air was thin and hard to breathe. It was the noise that alerted us.
Brother Michael and I both turned at the same time. IT was like a swell of darkness, enormous and black. We couldn’t see the top of IT as IT slowly rolled toward us. We could feel the waves of hopelessness, something greater than depression, rooting us to the spot where we were standing. We wanted to wait where we were until it came, to be sucked into nonexistence. Then ‘something’, some resolve that was both human and of ‘the people’ began to build in me. I pointed at IT and said to Brother Michael, the thin air making my voice almost a whisper, “That is in my dream. That is what I need to learn to fight.”
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