Crashing symbols rolled out into the night sky of severity and disdained . The entire system of the world sky above us rolling in a thunder to match any cleaning needed to be done in the house of 6th and 7th house of enemies. Laying within the house of Mars , Courage and ambition, choosing the way you fight your battles. Also meaning God of wars , turns to ending corruption, turned into God is good defeating all evil in the place.
" We shall take over making Evil or club to bear upon your soul," The demons wailed into the night sky. Tipping the half moon, into a full one, making the moon beams spill onto the entirety of it all at this time of calming down.
Angels wing span proteus into protection , do not fear evil , I've got you Seraphm sang out . To win back our Town touched by the demons trying to take over.
Ching , Ching , club hit to sword , going on seemed like forever . Yet not too long just part way through. As a systematic symagagry takes the back seat driving for our lord. The six winged Seraphim equipped from standing guarding our Gods throne. Created by God to serve and worship , regarded as the heir-achy belonging to associated with light , ardor, and purity .
Sun up it all over with , the Conclusion of the flour sac headed Demons, dead all lay around those of us whom survived. The peoples of Shinning Star Village came out from being locked behind doors from demons. Nowhere to be found anymore.
Singing Prayers came out by word of mouth singing in tongues they knew all too well since childhood.
     During the next few months, The Town of Shining Star grew into a project town. Means to which these Criminals which stole, murdered men and beasts, and ripped up a lot of farm barns, fences, and wooded areas. The damage they did would surprise you.
      The Involvement of Angel's divine intervention proved to be what the Bible calls a Prelude from Heaven. Sending God's finest angels to intervention, something which rarely occurs. Only in rare times of when circumstances arise when people on Earth cannot control a terrible fate and are doomed to ruin away because of it.
       Blinding from the light in of God presence
Seeing is believing in it. In the knowing is when you find out being in Cherubim , Seraphim singing choirs of the Angels after the experience of them both are much needed from Heaven. Experience like the killer and this organization all wearing a hooded costume troubled us all.
   As the words of a scholar , let the lord lead us , take to places beyond our spiritual realm.
Later on Peter Esh , had a life changing experience from it. He were going along in his squadron car. Down in a very leafy gully from being grown without much weeding. The Lord weeds his garden with helpers, his people, so as to grow straight tall firm, and peaceful, because not overcrowded. The bad weeds did not overgrow to not push out the good plants. Instead of going to Thistle ruining the entire Group.
     In a way like our Village Town almost when the Demons of Darkness flour sack heads invaded the Town of Shining Star. All in federal
Prison.
Today well lived taking our town back , making it clean and whole once more , the place to come home and be proud of.
     The whole entirety of it all , our pretty little Village run into the ground by crime.
     Afterwards it's as if the entirety of it all , our world sighed relief . The heaviness left  a heap taken from our shoulders. I you can imagine what that's like , immediately prayer went on daily in groups , taking turns at each others houses.
       Soon after immediately, change of heart took place. Shining Star Village took off, singing, and love of earth came back to them . Not a haunt of death , misery of a living hell on earth from the Flour Sack Heads back.
     Back again , love, laughter to name a few. Parties starting up once more where all can come out and attend at each others parties. Eight handed Dance , instrumentalists , playing singers while dancing .
A beautiful sight a cross fell across the moon for at least a month leaving us all Godly once more. Always believe in power of prayer it truly works in troubled times. Seeking us out to cleanse our souls to make purpose once again. In a world even in plain not fancy.
Truth be told the entire town , will be writing a story of what exactly happened in their life during the massacre of Shining Star. And it's been a great turn out , more stories than expected.
Estelle Peachy formed a writers workshop to extend a hand out to us all promising a turn out beyond belief. Being a writer herself, she fit in quit well getting it all up and going. Tall beauty of a Mennonite lady all of 23 years old, long brown hair big green eyes. Lean nose,full pink lips. A personality , warm, charismatic, caring beyond measure.
Just out of Mennonite College for writing. To those of us whom find writing important, may this letter of encouragement find you all doing well. I am inviting interested Amish, Mennonite to my writing workshop.
This is going to be an interesting, invigorating, time to be together while making lasting friendships. Please come to our coffee tonight, bring some of your writing along. A comfortable lap top, something you love to write with and paper if your choice. Bring some kind of cookies a dozen and we serve punch, vegetable tray with dips.
They all came after supper hour , loaded buggies down in lap tops , writing cases and cookies. Letting themselves in the front door of
An old Victorian house looking pretty and much loved. We are all here to play around with some writing. This is how you learn a natural form of what to write. All Welcome.
     Marcus Troyer, first to enter "Estelle, something has happened come ." All she could think of was well alright then. Leaving class to be taught by Christian Yoder. She was happy to teach the writing class when she left alongside Marcus Troyer.
     Marcus took her in his buggy, a mile away to The Auction House, for livestock and Horses to be auctioned. A man in a slumped state of condition sat on the chair out front, yes nice looking, and well-kept, except for a gash over his left eye, he'd been found in a buggy accident.
     "What's your name Sir? She asked him quietly. "  I seriously do not remember, it's the worst feeling to encounter as this spot I'm in helpless, hopeless. He whipped his head blood on his handkerchief.
     Thereafter Doctor Stoltzfus pulled in behind the Him. A large man, gray-haired, long beard Old Order Amish, best doctor around these parts. He set him in his buggy and they traveled not far from the spot where he'd been sitting. Marcus and Estelle followed in his buggy.
      You see Estelle has also is a licensed nurse too, a two-year program from here. Marcus knew of it they had dated a few times for something to do. Marcus is part owner of the auction house, along with his family.
To whom it may concern, any leads found to a case of missing persons report. The giving a description of we named him Joshua for the time being a gut old biblical name. He was found and it gave a detailed description of his whereabouts when first found.
For the time being up and doing good thus far just lost all memory bank. Leaving him desperate, and feeling alone, not knowing what next will bring him.
He lived with Estelle in a spare bedroom, a large one, and also big enough for a good-sized bed, couch two oversized beds. And some wood rocking chairs. A nice desk and a plugged-in laptop.
Her big house is very nice Amish Mennonite, clean. On the one side another porch and a duplex, she held a Writers Work Shop. Making rooms places for writers to write alone for privacy. Posters up for individuality to process while your spend time with us.
Estelle's house entrance was around the back, which also had a big privacy fence going all the way around her yard. She is also a traveling nurse on call during certain times during the month.
With being a nurse and running the writer's workshop she'd be teaching. So much has been going on since she met Joshua, she named him until his memory returned to him.
She'd make the best of it right along with him as her roommate. So many questions going on in his mind. Praying as he'd went for knowledge of reading still there for him than thankfully.
Estelle, busy as ever, with all the writing activities. She persuaded Joshua to attend along to the writer's workshop. Because he is still able to read and write it's his memory of himself missing from a hard blow to the head.
Got rid of his wits about him, the knowing of who you are.
There at the workshop, it is up to Joshua if he'd like to make it known his fate, the story of his memory loss. And when the writers gave a story about them, stapled to a corkboard, he wrote about an accident leaving him lying alone ready to waste away. And his friend found him on the side of the road nearby. How he can remember how to write, and vocabulary, just not his name or his home life from before the accident.
Alongside his classmate's description of their lives. His shone bright like a star, making him feel better that his new friends knew about it. To him and everyone else amazement, Joshua is a gut writer. His ideas came through clearly, a plot, and engineered a point of reasoning.
       Soon all our attempts as good writers accumulated a storybook Called," Our Town ." The thoughts of a sudden criminal take over. And what exactly happened through the eyes and hearts of Shining Star Village Town?
     Through tears, while writing it for some of us in the writer's workshop, others poured into it thoughts of terror grief, and hate towards the Bad Man.
      While others wrote long episodes so true to life that whoever reads it will visualize in their hearts what it very well may have looked like. Estelle already had orders to purchase the book. Proceeds go to building the town up after the disaster of the Four Sack Heads destroying as much as possible. Thinking they were taking over.
       Tonight Estelle, and her new friend Joshua, decided to, go to a horse sale in Marcus sale barn, auction house. The Sheriff suggested kindly Joshua not drive for the time being. And he agreed to it wholly.
    Estelle driving a light-green old Ford pickup truck. Well worn much loved. "The nice part
Marcus auction house will deliver the beasts we buy, she told Joshua while driving.
   " I like the idea, I do remember horses and I can ride. Only I do not know any family ties whatsoever or my name. I must tell you though Estelle I'm very excited about us going there tonight."
    " Joshua so am I we will build our team of horses you and myself, sound gut to you? She smiled over at him beside her riding along.
    They pulled in, lots of buggys tonight, got out of the truck, and walked into the auction house. The first thing to hear is the auctioneer bellowing out horse trade names, and prices, and customers hollering back responses to bid, each bid higher than the last.
     Grabbing hot kaffi and a napkin went to sit in a seat close to the front where horses coming into the ring to be auctioned arena to be sold to a new owner.
   Giving one another a high-five, drinking kaffi from the other one," Good luck to us," They said smiling.