Three Winds Logs.

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Cult Hours of The new Apocalypse.

Three Winds Speaks.

Two years ago we embarked into the void to transplant what will be yet another long shot, a seed that life in the human form would continue.

I can not help but think all the spiritual essence residing within the mission laid out by the path of cataclysm are completed.

Ishmael saw for the first time a Civil war. The working class outgrows the families now, In the old families greed to rape a sector for hired hands they are deluded into thinking they even matter again.

My vessel is capable of great sealth.. So I flew to the North Western Hills and plantations and beckoned the Decons and other plantation owners to come.

They accused me of abandonment they accused the divine of abandoning them.

I said merely.. "What is a drop of rain compared to the storm."

The Deacons thinking I was quoting scripture brushed off my explanation.. And a dark shadow loomed.. something that I had not felt in a long time. an age old cold impulse to ...purify. to kill.

I said simply.. "We cannot hurt one another lest we hurt ourselves, malta has done so, its divided itself even with cardamine the stubborn human need to quivel and establish superiority amongst itself won out. It will be some time before we can be trusted. Before... You humans... You Ishmael can be trusted."

They were hushed.. but the head deacon.. this..man this fat pig of a man raised a weapon to me and fired it. I felt the wound... but it was their folly as without my suit protecting them my poisonous essence leaked out.

it was a matter of moments before the old church was filled with the bodies of the dead..

For a time I sat there.. on one of the pews in contemplation. Are we too sick to continue? I can see insolence is a virtue if its controllable but these farmers envisioned themselves as bosses, as cartel and not followers and light showers to the divine.

I walked to each plantation and removed the cancer personally. The Temple AI still functions.. rife with hacking attempts and order viruses it managed to teach me the events , the roundups of cultists and oracles by the Agent known as Balor.

A single red eye is his calling card "beware the eye" the warnings said "beware he follows the dream and follows us."

Cybernetics seems to be better tools than the divine estimated. Without their protection many of us have vanished.

There are a few devout left that I can count on who have recently installed the required devices onboard the flying temple.

Balor my old friend hunted us nearly to extinction and oddly.. he himself is now missing....

We will be vigilent we are the storm.