CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and EIGHTY-TWO
“It won’t matter,” Jacob said. “When you are tapped into the energy of a time, you know, or maybe a better word is sense, everything that’s going on at all times.”
“I think everyone’s able to do that,” Honey said. “I don’t need to see the news to know that things are crazy right now. Just go out of the house and see how people treat each other now. Work is sheer madness. I have to regularly remind people that they will be fired for being an asshole. They joke that it’s my regular ‘don’t be an asshole’ announcement. But joking aside, I have to do it because people are acting like fools. I’ve never seen anything like this before. Not in my life.”
Everyone in the circle nodded in agreement. They hadn’t seen anything like this either.
“So we have to think — how are these current events connected to the vision she saw of her grandmother’s life?” Delphie nodded. She gestured to the group. “Any ideas?”
Shaking their heads, the adults looked at each other. Too intimidated to speak, the teenagers looked a little dazed.
“I have an idea,” Katy said. “Is it okay to talk?”
“Of course,” Jill said.
Katy looked at the fire for courage.
“Katy?” Delphie asked. “What’s your idea?”
“I noticed that your mom was about Ivy’s age,” Katy said. “I wondered if maybe your mom was going through her vision-dream time. You know, she was hiding under the cart. Maybe she knew those guys would come and kill everybody, you know, from her own vision-dream. So she hid.”
When no one responded, Katy dove into her mother’s belly from embarrassment. Jill held Katy close.
“She’s right,” Ivy said. “The girl under the cart did look like me and was my age. What does that mean?”
“Well,” Abi said. She looked around the circle to see if anyone else wanted to say something before she continued. “One thing that I noticed was how brave and resilient these people were. Yes, the women were shot, but their families stole their bodies and buried them with their own ceremony in their own cemetery.”
“Tremendously courageous act,” Fin said. “An act of war, really.”
“An act of war?” Delphie asked. “What do you mean?”
“From what I saw, and I only saw what Ivy showed us, it seemed like one party was attempting to control another group of people,” Fin said.
“That’s right,” Jacob said.
“When the goal is control over people, those in control work to destroy the very identity of the other group of people,” Fin said. “Wipe out their identity, you gut people. They become powerless, barely able to function. These people rose up against their oppressors. By stealing the bodies and giving them a proper burial, they were saying very clearly to those in power, ‘We will not be destroyed.’ That’s nothing less than an act of war. And certainly, I will tell you that the people who arrived while the bodies were being ritualistically buried, felt the stealing of the bodies, the funeral, and burying the bodies as an act of war.”
“Those who wish for power over people usually fail because of this kind of small acts of uprising,” Fin said. “It’s death by a thousand cuts. Each small act causes a little amount of blood to leak out. More cuts, more lost blood. Each loss of blood weakens them until they are overthrown. It’s just how things work.”
Abi waited to see if Fin would say more, but he just nodded.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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