year's ago I was up on a hilltop blowng a horn during easter weekend in some crazy God thing. As I did this a red balloon appeared in the sky and came drifting toward the little round lake below me. I declared it the Second Coming and blew my horn very loud. Whereupon the balloon did a 90-degree deflection back into the air and drifted away to the west. Despondant I followed it. Presently I came to some railroad tracks. I came out of brush onto the tracks near a signal box. The signal box had wording grafitti'd on it that said : Insane. Die. I felt even more despondant as I walked the tracks. The trakcs had a ballast of black stones. soon I came to a pile of white stones. Feeling like I needed to do something redeeming I gathered up the small pile of white stones and rescued them from the darkness. As I picked them up I realized they were broken bits of the same stone. and when I put them all together the stone united looked like an actual human heart (you know, kinda lopsided, thicker at one end than the other). Years later I had those stones out on my counter in a circle, and a wasp landed and began clamboring up and down over the rocks n the cirlce. the wasp did this over and over and over and over again. weird. So I wrote a question to God in my journal what this meant the wasp circling the scattered tones like joshua at jericho. and I came on a passage that was Jeremiah talking of the return of the exiles, but as I wrote it transcribed in my book the pen died, but I kept writing anyway. and the ink began to flow again as I began to transcribe the words in the passage that said "Bring Them Back"
