I could've sworn someone made a prediction about This earlier, but can't think where.
Hi Meghan, I had made (1) predictions about Erik Prince and his mercenary troops, and (2) vigilantes showing up at protests and turning them violent. Sounds like the really scary story you found fits the latter. Thanks for posting it.
There is something utterly creepy about the growth of paramilitary forces from pockets of rural poverty throughout the country. Step the length of a toenail outside of urban America and reality resembles the stories told in Winter’s Bone and Under the Banner of Heaven. There’s this odd marriage of people guided by fundamentalist religious belief, redneck patriarchy, the meth trade, and white Aryan brotherhood (the latter nurtured in the prison system) … all marching to the drumbeat of the NRA …. guns, guns, guns … they now live down the street and right next door in every locale. This part of Trump’s base is concerning, because whatever comes up on the national scene politically, they’re dug in: homegrown terrorists.
Devil’s got my tail: fake news; priests of old.
Insolent, I stride forward, pull the weed from Mother soil, and toss it to Kali.
I brush the pyramidal force in pelvic bone with forefinger and drive root of my being into Mother seeking stone light through stubborn clay, across sea swept shells on the face of limestone, down and down and down to emerald hues radiant.
Quietly I ask the gentle guardian of my angel covenant.
He wraps shimmering gold around the splayed rivulets of my newly growing root and holds me dear.
Geemay stirs the crystalline hum and gently we lift into sight:
BOOOOOO! Scram!
I lift my root and whip in wide arcs;
Hoops that drop in cylindric order around the peaceful flame.
Hee, hee, haw! I call it Neopagan.