She knew she had to keep it moving and there was always something brewing. She embraced it. Many people and animals were afraid of her, rightfully so. She did not want to harm anyone, it was something beyond her control like an untamed mind. She had been known to devastate towns, break up homes and catastrophize families yet she knew it was part of the cycle of life. After she left the area she saw it receive the sun’s warm embrace. While she was sleeping or in contemplation humans animals and spirits could rest.
The animal kingdom lived in fear of her as there were tales of how they had lost loved ones from her tumultuous nature. Temperature, climate or land did not dissuade her from wreaking havoc on your world. She mixed with ice, rain, snow and hail. It did not matter. The best thing the sentient beings could do was to prepare for and create safe havens from the wrath. Most of them did not believe in a godly figure however they knew for a fact that Universal Law was in effect regardless of good or bad. They all had sneaked peaks at harvest and spring rituals that men partook of. The rituals were celebrations of the elements and life cycles that continued for eons. With water came renewal and fire burning of the old.
She was billions of years old and had been considered a goddess. She lived in the ethers –she was not born, she will not die. She is somewhat of a loner yet hangs out with rain and trees. She, worshiped by witches, elementals and Druids. Her temperament is calm at times yet volatile on occasion. She could be likened to Goddess Kali, the destroyer and Goddess of Death making way for new cycles and life. She helps create new life to be seeded. Her children are born through the rain.
Storm had made a promise to herself to do the least amount of destruction that was needed, protecting plants, sentients and humans from harm when she was able. At times, she and the Sun did not agree on things yet they always managed to get along. She did not consider herself a religious entity yet knew that nature had it’s laws and going against them could never be a good thing. She could see through the veils and felt a kinship when the witches performed their dances and planted their crops. Most witches did their best to work with nature not against it. She knew most places she visited were their sacred grounds and she did not take that lightly. She always tried her best to get along with rivers, lakes, ponds and streams yet sometimes it was tenuous. Of course, every being has their motivation and agenda and not everyone will see eye to eye. She talked to the Maguses often. If their intentions were good, she welcomed their input. Storm has a reciprocal relationship with rain, land, water and snow. They are strong and intertwined together. They all form a circle and friendship is near. Every meeting is a ritual as they all manifest vibrations.
Storm’s profession requires her to always be on the move she does not stay in one place for long yet her family is large. She is a Mother Goddess. She has birthed millions of sentients, flowers, plants, trees and more. Although many fear her there is a reverence lasting many seasons. She is fearless. She is fierce, a natural warrior. When duty calls she does not back down and she always wins. Some envy her and most want to be like her. Her babies love her and giggle when the feel her presence. She whispers, “I love you all and you understand this is the natural cycle. Hide yourselves.”
The duality and conflict transpire in her interactions with Sun. Storm and Sun rarely cohabitate. She is feminine, Sun is masculine. They often disagree on things yet they know one cannot exist without the other. There was a time in history where the Sun became ill from various things in the atmosphere. It was a dark time literally and spiritually. Storm did her part yet missed her compadre and confidant. She was overjoyed when Sun became well again. Things went back to normal and the kingdom was truly filled with joy and love with all the rays coming over them. Back to work for Storm.
As she slowly flew over the baron dusty desert, not a proton was prepared. It was quiet and the lizards scurried about. The birds began to circle around screeching out alarm calls while avoiding predators. Coyotes, foxes and wolves sat up on alert feeling the wind and smelling the rain. Strange days indeed.New cacti and flowers yet unborn. In this neck of the woods she was welcome as good royalty and aliens and angels cleared her way without dissent or argument. Even the demons knew there would be more energy and entities to feed on when she was finished. Balance returned on each visit she gifted.
Small, miniscule drops of rain dropped from her dusky clouds . It was a mental release for her as the spiders, insects and all animal life frantically sought refuge. Pat-pat-pat, quickly became a downpour as lightening and thunder made boisterous appearances. The Desert Rose quickly became a shallow river as some lost their earthly lives to this element. Storm felt a sadness over the lost baby squirrel and scarabs floating lifeless down the galley. She felt a pain only a mother can feel. She continued to release a magnitude of rain as if she was crying for thousands of years for lost generations, species, children and planets. One could not see Storm with the naked eye yet she had the ability to truly see all dimensions. Through the blazing orange sky, she saw Kali with charcoal skin laughing as she danced in the sky. In every ending there is a beginning. Could this be how people felt during all the ancient floods we heard of?
As she shrunk down and got ready to rest on this night, she reflected. How much devastation, cruelties and losses had she caused? She hadn’t chosen her role it had been chosen for her. First and foremost, she was a mother and wished to keep and save as many children as she could. She always did her best to temper herself. It’s not as if she had to report to anyone yet she knew if she did not fulfill her duties the ecosystems would quickly tilt out of balance which effects earth universe, other solar systems and multiverses. Talk about responsibility!! She must do her job. She had no sisters or brothers to confide in.
Hadn’t we all felt these feelings at some time or another? Did we do the right thing? We did not mean to hurt someone. For Storm, it was on a larger scale yet it was not an easy role to fill. She often sought support in her tree and animal friends. Herr Rabbit was a tall Jack Rabbit who resided in the old Germany and had great wisdom. He often listened to her tearful pleas and statements. “Now you know Storm not everyone is able to do things without fail or regret. We must carry on our duties if we want this new planet to survive. If you were not able to carry on your tasks so many sentients would suffer more than they do now. Please understand this. You must also know that you are deeply loved throughout the Universe.”
That night she rested more than she had in a long time and was at peace. Once she woke she knew she must correspond with the Sun. As above, so below. As within, so without. As the birds flew finding plump worms for their young it had never been more evident. The babies opened their mouths as Mama birds regurgitated the food lovingly to them. Foxes slept in their nests as the young ones wrestled and played. Turtles diving to and fro in the ponds of deep green. The multitude of colors was a testament to the beauty of nature.
Since she could easily communicate telepathically, she “rang” the Sun, so to speak. He was happy to talk with her and they informed each other on their whereabouts, demands and who needed them. They usually let various interdimensional councils know of the plans as long as it was for the greater good of various multiverses. The Sun empathized, “So where you have been I will wash the ground with orange, red and yellow rays of light whispering hope into the ears of elder rabbits and serpents. And so it is.”
Since she was in constant communication with all trees, she felt their fear, pain, joy and loss. Some of what the trees experienced were mirror reflections of societal values, thoughts and attitudes. Some of what the trees felt was a reaction they had to mistreatment, dismemberment and murder of their loved ones. In a way, trees represented the microcosm and they certainly effect the macrocosm.
Who were these people called man? She hadn’t had the same experiences with other beings or planets. She felt the trees heartbreak yet on many occasions she received giddy loving reports of all the new life budding up after she had left including monarchs, turtles, bats, and toads. Flowers like irises, roses, lotuses and tulips growing and full of life, abundance and love.
Although she, Rain, Thunder, Lightening, Sun, Moon and Stars have witnessed tragedy and annihilations, there remained on ever-present power of new hope and renewal. The vibration of the planet had risen exponentially making it impossible for lower diabolical frequencies to remain. To all life left behind, they were fine with that and truly enjoying their new caring and loving planet. There had been talk of renaming the physical location they lived since it did not reflect the old decrepit earth. It was a place where MK Ultra, CIA, Shadow Reptilian Government, Cloaked Malevolent Demons, Empty Seaters, Syntheticas, GMO Clones and more could not exist. Ancient Satanic, Luciferian Diabolical practices no longer existed. Yes that was a beautiful place and it was a place where all of the alien and species all got along well, believed in no harm and found new and joyous ways of exchanging information. Archaic beings were gone. The new name for the planet was Lumina.