There were huge fires everywhere in the Western United States of America.

I read a story about Chico, California where a man started a fire by push rolling his burning car into a gulley.

Apparently, the fire reached Paradise, California and growing by eight square miles per hour. A woman lamented that everything in Paradise was burning again. There was a woman and her husband that I knew who lived in Paradise during the last fire that were in the same graduating class as me at my highschool. They owned a beautiful 8 acre property that was meticulously gardened and I was on Facebook where I saw all the photographs.

Now a day or two before, we had that fire to the south about 20 miles. I wondered what I could do with all this armor and holy weapons. Ever thinking, I took my hammer, went over to fire, and tapped the burning ground with the hammer.

Of course, there were crews over there. I had a chance to see the burnt areas as we drove by to go the store yesterday evening. Nothing but grey ash, or was it gray? It seemed to work.

It had all looked like a setup. The claim was that lightning struck and caused the fire. I said to the wife, I doubt that.

I learned that I could do something about the fire. So, with the air all smokey, I looked on the national fire map.

There were more fires to the south, here in Utah. So I thought that I would give those fires a shot. It's like dating. Figuring out the way it works. There's the hot sexy chick, all aflame, and how does it lead to marriage and children?

These fires were larger than this one. I did like the small fire to the south, with huge winds gusts of forty nmph, or nautical miles per hour. Which what with whirlwinds of chaos invoked, I said to the wife, "Don't you remember how many burnt vacation trailers and houses were out there in the desert when we moved here? The Grand staircase of ole black Maggie's house out there behind that cattle well to southwest? They'd love it if our house burnt to the ground."

I did what I could down south and made efforts to reduce the wind and I know, there would be these jerks talking about St. Florian had failed you, blah, blah, blah, and so on."

So I read about the Tehama, County California fire I knew the area, what having a farm, ranchette in Lowry South of Red Bluff. There I went. It was so huge.

I stood in the fire and smoke. I truly made no dent at all. Partly, it was because I stood in the spirit world? Step into reality?

I used to call spirit motive force, the poltergeist coefficient. Then one day, Jesus the Great Soul, said to me that the motive force a member of the host generates is called psi. So he talked about it for awhile and have exercises to do.

So, I was tapping the fire with my hammer and it was too slow, like I observed. So, I started rolling in the fire. I became dizzy.

Then I used my shield in one hand hammer in the other and would roll and slap the them. That works better.

But then, I stood and slid the soles of my feet across the ground while tapping my hammer and slapping my shield on the ground. That works even better and no dizziness.

Then, at some point in time, I saw the brilliant idea to ask the Trinity for the ability to put the fire out. Uh duh.

I grew in size. And I grew in size some more. First I slid one fraternal twin across the ground and then the other. Wouldn't you know it, Noname I was watching the whole thing. Next thing you know, there were a whole lot of Very Good Friends of God legions involved doing the same thing.

Then we went over by Chico, then up by Etna and Shasta. Then over by L.A. then it was off to Oregon. Then it was under the command of Noname I, and then everything began to come under control I noticed that the second night of evil light of drought were out there and I will damned if Mr. Orange and minions set number 15,473 didn't attempt to knock open the Heavens Gate for like the third time.

Hey diddle the cat plays the fiddle
For the tower placers here's a riddle
How do you know when God says so
And that's the way things will go
Where is the smoke why don't it blow
Why is the sky blue and clear?
It's not so hot no not a lot
What happened to those not in their spot
Well Frosty was tired, she's a lil dragon girl
So it couldn't be her, way too much work
So where in the did they go?
Not visible to most, not caught by camera
Disturbs Doppler radar's return
Can't be seen well in lenses
Though on the prairie stand out
Tops of mountains are about
Red lights flash back and forth in the night
I received no real help must do it by myself
The Father asked, Did you remember to...
You know, you could remind me, if I forget
Put it right here, angel after angel said

That reminds me, being the bait is not bad

A few moments ago. I have been called a "bad veteran" because I am not taking down the flag at night. It's a paranormal experiment. When the D.A.D.A.D.S. was here and the flag was flown, the longer the flag was up, the higher velocity was the wind. Seems to be okay now. It's so nice a day.