storm

August 2 2024
The audio book Filly was listening to only had a little over an hour left to play. But it got sort of weird. One of the things she liked was the level of detail the author put into descriptions. She specifically liked how the author talked about the main character using his name instead of saying I. And she liked how she could not figure out how the book was going to end with such a short amount of time left to play.

Which was why the book got weird. Suddenly the sound just stopped in the audio book and when the sound started again, the story was ending without telling HOW the events came to be. Like it skipped a big chunk. Like the audio had been edited out. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe Filly did not want to know what things that had happened. Because even though the bad guys got taken out in the book, the good guy did a lot of taking out too. At some point, how could a person tell the difference. Filly guessed that God could tell the difference, if the main character was a SIM of the real world. What mattered was the real world. And someone on this platform was highlighting her comment that stories by the media were inflated, often untrue and also based on fear.

But back to the subject of things bizarre, the other thing odd in the book was that Filly noticed how different characters kept saying a storm was coming.

She was lying in bed in the motel room and had been hoping to hear the end of the book. She had turned the TV on and it was on the weather channel. She rewound the audio book thinking somehow she had accidentally skipped part of the audio. Nope, there it was again, the dead space in the audio and then suddenly the end… without explanation. She turned off her phone audio book. Frustrated. But at the same time she could not keep her eyes open. She fell asleep and it was only seven pm.

She woke up to doors slamming. The whole room shook each time. It was so noisy it startled her. She closed her eyes again. Another door slamming and the room shaking and then another. She opened her eyes again, uncertain of what to do. She could get up and ask for a different room. A shadow by her window caused her to get up and shut the curtains and then the drapes completely even though she liked the sunshine. The sun was not shining so much now since it was later anyway. She could hear people walking about outside. The walls must be paper thin. Doors slammed again. Wow, REALLY loud. Then she heard a faint roaring sound that got louder.

The roaring got louder than the slamming doors. Wind? It was punctuated by the sound of loud plopping sounds on the roof…RAIN. Just like the book had predicted. (if books could predict). It was raining HARD. There were screams from outside, screams of joy and people running in the rain. Rain was rare in Arizona?

The noise outside was pounding the roof and the walls. Lightning was flashing and thunder was clapping. There was a unique coincidence, a trifecta of three events that matched, people screaming at the weather on the weather channel, while simultaneously people screaming live at the hotel outside with the heavy rain, matching people in the book sliding around in the mud, shooting guns and getting wet in the sudden storm.

The rain was torrential, incredible. The hardest rainstorm she had ever seen. Maybe because she had never been in Arizona during a rainstorm. She videotaped a bit of the storm. Arizona was dry, and the rain was good for the land.

Storm was an acronym for what is simulations testing operations research modeling in the army. Filly already thought that the main character in the audio book series was a sim. A computer simulation. The rain was a simulation that had a unique coincidence with what happened in real life. Where good happened. Where evil was destroyed. Where families who loved children were protected and defended. For that Filly was grateful.

She had a thousand miles to go. Her husband was in Alaska. Watching whales jump for food. He was with his brothers. Filly was going to do the road trip with her daughter and some other families. She let the rain lull her back to sleep.

The baby in the story was saved. The bible verse she randomly picked also had coincided. Good prevailed.

14 That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cunning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive;

15 But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ:

16 From whom the whole body fitly joined together and compacted by that which every joint supplieth, according to the effectual working in the measure of every part, maketh increase of the body unto the edifying of itself in love.