Divine Visitation - A Miracle in Johnstown

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D I V I N E  V I S I T A T I O N
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I n  t h e  v i l l a g e  o f  J o h n s t o w n

[Penned by the Scholar Jean of the Order of Bl. John, @Jentos]

 

HERE YEE HEAR YEE

 

On the 16th of Malin’s Welcome, 1768 a white mare hath appeared. 

The horse, white as fresh cream was found silent and brooding within the walls of the Kennels, the fort of Johnstown. None had seen the beast appear, and with it’s blessed aura intrigued all along with it’s unseemly coming. 

 

One by one, the Hounds of Blessed John tried saddling the soft-mannered beast, but the thing would accept no bridle and no leash ! So one by one, the Hounds of Blessed John mounted the animal, it’s coat like the basking, reverend moon. 

 

The beast was of unnatural gait - it’s steps swift and yet soft, making near none a sound as it carried each man with great elegance. Why, most strangely it seemed almost to glide as it guided each man that mounted it across the hills and rocks of the Northlands. 

 

“Come hither! Come hither!” had cried the scholar, waving his arms frantically, bidding forth the alder-chief of the place, the fine Lazlo who with merry stride joined the congregation of stunned men. The order-master took a single look at the animal, let out a sweet chuckle and vaulted unto the back of the animal. 

 

And then he flew. 

 

The men looked on strickenly, visages twisted by awe and disbelief, silence had crowned the very land. The mare shone in the setting sun, mane set aflame by the screaming rays of the sun, dancing amidst the sky as Lazlo rode it forth - guided, sent sprawling towards the Heavens, southwards to the waters of the shore. It’s feet kicked hard as it guided it’s wind-walking stride finally burrowed it into the waves, leaving Lazlo spitting and swimming back, eyes widened as two great moons. 

 

There was much laughter that night, and much merry. But there was also the sound of weeping, and tears snaking, pearly and glinting as the moon took to the Heavens. As some men celebrated, shouting the name of  G O D  loud and clear with raised arms, others knelt beneath the great cross of the town, knees shaking, fingers curled. They swayed and they swayed much like those great chestnut trees that sat above. They murmured and they pleaded - they thanked. The heavens had cast their bid, the heavens had given a sign to the Hounds of Blessed John.

 

I write this now, with shaking hands. Why, who ever amongst us could doubt the will of Him? The good Lazlo has instructed us; still soaking wet from his Heavenly escapade he commanded us to begin constructing a church in the vicinity of where he took flight, uprooting the very earth. 

 

So be weary, you sinners, slithering scamp and scoundrel, shabbaroon and skinflint, stingbum seek-sorrow! Heathens and  curs! For  G O D  has sent us his sign. Hence forth, the Hounds of Blessed John now give blessings to the White Mare of John, symbol of our steadfastness and purity to G O D. 

 

 

Spoiler

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[ooooowee 559]

Hadrian weeps before the divine white mare.

[Archangelic 212]

Pomnite decides to make white mare shortbread cookies in celebration.

[koanda 620]

Catherine decides that the upcoming festival in Johnstown should be held in honor of this astonishing gift from GOD.

[Somersetting 310]

“This am clear sign from Godanistan!” Abram shouts out, tears streaming down his face as he watches the horse fly out over the lake.