Call me Wind

It was then the at the last moments of my life that I have lived so long avoiding where I finally took a look around and seen what it was that I was once beholding. I took a long look around that was all around me, above, below, wipe out into the fields that the people were there planting and sowing, I watched the fires burn brightly in the night and seen all the stars in the sky erupt with all the light and shine. I sat there and watched the rise and fall of all the ones who came before and after, I watched the cities burn and turn to ashes, I watched the sky fall and grow back, seen the mountains give way and crack, fall to nothingness, and rise up once again tall and mightier than before, I seen the great halls of the days of yore where all those would meet, gather to and flock thereafter no more. I had seen the sights of those whom dwell in the hills and upon the valleys, I seen the old men cry out in anger and sob in their misery. I watched for eons with no thought or care to even set foot on their ground. I have been there above you and below you and all around. My name gives me purpose and cause and scene, I am called the Wind, my friend, welcome, what brings you to me?

Wind, a man of little to no words but had always introduced himself in that manner whenever speaking to a person upon every meeting. One would think you would have gotten used to the bazar and melodramatic ways of man whilst one would stay here. I have been here since the building was first erected in the late eighteen-hundreds, then, as one would say were simpler times without all the fast-paced racing and the action since Henry Ford made the auto mobile the way he has and made sure that every person was taught and shown how to drive one and be able to afford one no matter where they are from. Making products from an assembly line as a madman in a clouded state, or that of whimsy or even fantastical dreamers whom take their top the skies above thinking that there in the heavens while the stars look down is where the answered to all things lie. This man who we called Wind was just another Hatter from days gone by.

It was late one evening when he walked into our beloved home with an armed escort and a jacket strapping him to himself. He seemed docile in nature to me upon first glance, then the introduction began and at once I knew that this man had been through something terrible, I mean a lot more terrible than that of the great war where our boys are in now. The state of this man called Wind was not the first of his kind and I know him not being the last either, but I knew right away that there was something amiss about him and I needed to find out why and what it was that was missing from this poor diluted man’s life. I decided then and there to make it my work to solve the dilemma of the man called Wind.

My name is not important, but I know that for the record I have to address myself in the third at least once; hence, my name which shall be redacted from the file hereafter is Nathan Cromwell PHD Psychology; herein now known as 1. The man seeing the treatment of Wind is Coner Dumwell; hence 2 from here; as well as the medical enforcement director Martin S. Silver III, as known as 3 and his department as 4. That should therein cover the basics for the time being and I shall adjust my testimony accordingly. It is why I write this for all prosperity and for the namesake therein that the man called Wind was not a man but a mere legend in the making. I state my case with my fellow conspirators below as we all tell our tale on how Wind came and went like the wind and why we are all now patients here at the Hostile Inn.

The day after the inhabitants of our cozy little home had all had their morning routine and returned to the idle sitting that they were all becoming accustomed to, there seemed to be a more gentle atmosphere in the air. The monotony of the everyday yelling and screaming that at which point all forces that we would be able to use to congregate the audience into a more subtle nature or lure them into a more well resting state were alone against the oncoming sounds of cheer and laughter as Wind had entered into the fire. We thought that the sounds of the screaming victims whom suffer from their own demons and whose fights that broke out on a daily basis were old and tiresome and that there seemed to be no end at which case Wind changed all that for the time that he was here. He seemed to bring about him a more gentler tone and way about him that lured the patronage to him where they then hung onto his every word and phrase, a liking to that of a biblical disciple, this in turn however did not go well with those who pay us weekly for our services as doctors and jail keepers. We were meant to ensure that these people who came to us for help and better understanding of how to live and handle life, we then, as our given motives by those we called Masters, would do the opposite, and ensure that they were not only compliant to their rules, but any signs of rowdiness would be averted with a good lashing or a cane to the back of the shin or thigh. We made them complacent in all their ways and were their families made to pay us for their comfort as only would then show upon days we called Family Visits.

Wind, however, changed that within these people who sought refuge with us. In return to them hanging onto everything he had spoken of or thought aloud, they all seemed enamored by the man as if he were sent specifically for them. They listened and adapted his ways and making sure as to withdraw themselves at the very sight of 4. It then took a more decisive turn when 3 and 1 would enter into any of the congregation halls or those pathways thought uncommon for us to attend, there the hushed tones and whispers about the people and place were no longer hushed but silenced altogether, as if by some stroke of twelve the magic that was destined to occur for all at once would and then thereafter quiet throughout all areas and all people, with the exception of the staff working and the nurses at their duty stations trying to get their charges to tell them of their ailments and how they, the nurses, could tend to their wounds. Wind, he changed all the loud and all the gowning as well as all their pain and transgressions, wither faux or otherwise, into a more softer, somber gesture. There was no violence even from the more volatile inmates that would then lash out a moments glace, thereafter Wind, there was none of that. Nothing of the usual, in which case, brought it more toward the unusual and our Masters did not like that. As we were paid to ensure the complete destruction of every individual we facilitate and make the family burden the cost of their insanity and have them, both patient and member of their house, believe that the person staying in our happy home was always for the best, as it was, or seemed, our first job and main occupation was not to the well care or wellbeing of our charges, no, it was of sales and being salesmen for the Masters in charge of funding our pay.

I find that I am without understanding of these people and their doings as it seems that a formation of planning is what they are after whence Wind began speaking to them. 2 and 3 both agreed to this thought as 4 hung on to the idea that this more docile gaggle of persons would be a good thing. But as I, 2, and that of 3 reminded 4 and 4’s staff that if this were a good thing, then they or staff would no longer be required and such a disproval and then the dismissal of place, pay, and wellbeing would come to pass, and their gainful employment would then come to an end. 1 was the only hold out and would refuse any kind of goodwill attempt to bring him inward. As if he too were to hang onto everything that was happening as if it were but a sign, we know these men and all about them and nothing good would come from their changing of hats or habits, this was nothing more than a trial or phase, an attempt to show that they were people that could harness themselves and become whatever they were wanting to be, but it would last only for a spell, a fortnight at most, this was not a good thing if they were to try to make it last a quarter or that of two or three, knowing that these people would return to their sick and deluded ways and knowing that they could never do or be what they wanted and nay, I do say, ever reach their full unbridled potential would be a sham itself to allow such notions or even indulge them further into the venture. They needed to be reminded and in the reminiscence of their own folly, they would need us once again. This is not what 1 wanted, nor did he think that the folly was on them, he was beginning to believe in them and forgo our master’s and ensure HIS complete uselessness. 1 seemed to be happy in knowing that he would no longer have a need to be here. This made us ponder what it was he wanted to be at this point and to see if he too could indulge himself into that fancy and let a little of it shell out to us.

That was where we drew our boundaries as it were to say, 2 and 3, then 4 joined in rally while 1 partook to the latter. 1 was becoming more and more unlikeable at all turns, we were ready by week three to regain our standing as heads of this Hostile Inn and reclaim our birthright to oversee the men here who needed to be removed from the deities of wine, women, and that of song. We decided against 1’s newly found self and brought in a hashish filled with the best quantity of opium we could cater to and allowed a more relaxing state for the patronage that were watching all in frail hope and attempt to ill their mind of the lustfulness of the wonderous smell and would at once upon inhaling the tonic we were prescribing they would come back to their senses and 1 would then be back to his and we would be able to keep our standings, as it were. This was not to be.

The room was set in somber tones with a small band of lyres and other instruments all ornately arranged to bring in the somber notion that the staff and the patients would not be able to divert from and then, as it were, to take part of and smoke the pipe. Our own personal den for medical practice as it were, and as we expressed to our masters who seemed to enjoy the idea. The room and music was all set and upon the stroke of ten in the morning we sprung our plan into action. By that of two, we had only staff from 4 puffing away at the pipes whilst those from Wind’s sat in the courtyard and spoke of matters of the heart, really and truly listening to each other and speaking without talking and listening though there seemed no words spoken for any and all to hear, but we watched as 1 was sitting there happy as could be hanging onto words unspoken as if he were to be the only one to receive the message for us staffers. We were outraged by this setback as it were, as if 1 betrayed us in speech to Wind and ensured our failure. We knew that 1 was a good man and a good doctor, and we had then decided to do what we must to bring him back to himself. 4 then went to the place of his home and gathered his belongings, including his wife and child and that of the child in the womb of his daughter and husband. 4 then had them drop to their seats and take in the smoke and listen to the sounds that were playing comfortably and asked them if there seemed a wrong in it, unaware that they were the ploy to bring the good doctor to his senses. Upon a few inhalations, they placed the pipe to their right along the chair set there to hold the stem, then, turned to us and spoke of things that seemed unrealistic and harmful in themselves as if they were struck by a force of hate and lust for each other’s comfort. Wife and daughter hugged and tickled their fancies while the husband sat and watched as if they were to be putting on a show, then the small child of ten, the heir to the doctor, rose up from his seat and spoke of wanting to end it all for our lives were of meaningless futile and we were just dust floating endlessly in a void of night. We knew then that our plan worked and retrieved the good doctor and showed him that his family was maddened by the way 1 had been and become. Wind said nothing, and that nothing when 1 looked back to him then became a nod of the head and such 1 lashed out upon 2 and 3, and all at once the rally of the forces that seemed to be still overtook the forces of 4.

There was no lingering sounds of screams but our own as they all worked silently in this as well as 1’s own family joined it 2, 4, and myself 3’s undoing. We were helpless, as if our trap was sprung backwards on ourselves and we were but the pawns being handled. 2 and 4 all suffered greatly and as I watched the last of 4’s men being drug into the dark corner of the cell to my right, it became known to me that my final hour had been struck and at once the bobby’s roared into the building and all attempts of ill manner ceased and all seemed right in the world. 2, 4, and I, 3, would take the fall as 1 and Wind would once more rule over us as we were the ones who lost our heads. Wind seemed to be the one who was actually in charge and 1 as a student to Wind.

2 and 4 plus the men serving 4 stood aligned by the notion that we were nothing but the true inmates of our minds and 1 had found a release. We told those who came for us all that we had done and now as we have all taken our turns at our discretion to release our burden for justice and provide that we were the ones seeking fault, I, 3, and those of 2 and of 4, are being cared for by 1 and Wind. The truer of us all.

Wind came in on a breeze of his own and has since stayed in our home.