Before and After The Storm
The picture above was taken just before the big storm we had a few days ago, after a previous round of ominous clouds gave way to the light, before another set rolled in.
As many of you know, there is a lot of geongineering going on. My friend, son and I have worked with the sky to help ease and gentle the formation of these artificially induced harmful weather patterns. It is different than the usual sky of metallic streams that used to simply fog over, by attracting water molecules to particulate in the sky. These patterns have been actively forming in ways that I can see visually and feel in my body before they happen. The ways I have been learning to work with the sky are to remind all the molecules, ions, atoms and essences that are being harnessed artificially of their sovereign divinity - to remind them that they are love - that they are divine, that they do not have to conform to the patters attempted to be imposed on them. There is a lot of help from heaven too. I am told by on intuitive I know that Green and Red Tara beings are helping big time.
I have seen things I never thought I would see…wind moving in different, opposing directions to move clouds into very specific formations…and then I’ve seen what looked like water colors dripping down about to form something…simply get sucked up and away. I’ve seen what looked ominous dissolve into blue skies.
And when a storm finally managed to hit us enough to take power out in our area for over a day, we were so protected. The only things that fell over at my house were two plastic planters. The plastic container, being rigid, couldn’t withstand the wind. The milkweed, even the delicate flowers-in-the-making -those cosmos that will bloom later in the summer, were completely unharmed because of their flexibility.
The neighborhood was lined, the day after the storm with various sized fallen branches, all neatly dragged out to the curb, as if it were a pre-planned brush pick up day.
Down the street, a particularly large branch split from the main tree. I felt for the tree. Yet it had a joyful feeling to it, as well, as I watched the children emerge from their homes to play. One, in particular was climbing on the branch that formed an arch from the tree to the ground…it had been tender enough to bend but not entirely break, even though it had nevertheless been rended from the tree. It’s graciousness surrendered to this eased-fall, allowing the glee of children, who unfettered by fear, and delighted to have the day off school embarked on the most innocent and joyous of play.
This morning we had a softened storm, and my husband and I went out for coffee downtown, just after the severe thunderstorm warning ended. We had a wonderful time, and I had a delightful conversation with a man who just got his Ph.D. while my husband parked the car and did several kindnesses for strangers. Turtles have been trending in our home conversations the past several days, and this fellow had a turtle on his water bottle. I told him how much I loved it, and we had a great conversation about turtles, and then about other things. I may have given him the crash-course red pill. He and his wife/partner both are wonderful human beings with a lot of faith in humanity. We need people who feel positively and optimistic about humanity who are also in computer science, who are also red-pilled. I asked the fellow what gave him faith that everything would be okay, and said that there are a lot of wonderful, truly good people in the field. Hubby brought over coffee and avocado toast, just as the fellow and I were wrapping up our conversation. Before I’d been led to find a seat, which led to the awesome conversation, I’d chatted briefly with the barista. I asked how his place was after the storm. He said only his patio furniture had been blown about. I told him, “You could go with the story that the wind had a wild party, but no one got hurt.” He was down with that. I asked if they were in stock with the avocado toast, which is my favorite - and he said they were, which delighted me, as I’d been thinking of it ever since hubby and I left home. I forgot all about it while having the conversation about tech. Yet my husband was tuned in…and ordered it for me without me asking. Divine choreography is the most joyous, wonderful thing. Just as I had felt led to get dropped off and let him park, which allowed him to ensure that an African American woman made it on the bus (she was trying to wave it down but it didn’t stop for her until my husband, who was a bit closer was able to wave it down on her behalf,) and also pay for someone else’s parking, after the considerately honored his request to scooch ahead a little…He was listening and implicitly understood to leave me to my conversation and to order me to avocado toast.
With a latte and a chai and sliced radishes and greens garnishing cornbread smeared with avocado, we snuggled in, while the lightning appeared, for a moment, to take a flash photograph.
This picture is taken after the major storm. Before the mild one we had this morning.
Here you can see a bit of the early formation of something I believe is unnatural, followed by the beauty when nature and divine beings have cleared it.
The milkweed is loving the rain!
How are you doing in the storms and openings of grace in these times? How are you embodying your strength, while being absolutely loving with all that feels uncomfortable?
I'm doing so much better now that I've taken the time to read your prose. Thank you.
Are you familiar with Wilhelm Reich? Weather was a major part of his work....