|| Stormy Night - Alone|
Thunder crashed and lightning flashed so rapidly and close, it drowned out all other noise. I thought it was just another storm, they’d been happening often in the past week or two. Once again the weather had gone from snow to mud to blistering heat in what seemed just a few short weeks.
The power went out, which was not unexpected, given the intensity of the storm. I fumbled around looking for flashlights or candles, of which there were plenty, but not so easy to find in the dark. I closed my eyes, for some reason feeling more comfortable in the pitch dark this way. Perhaps an unconscious attempt to feel in control my environment…
After knocking over a few small objects, and banging my legs into furniture a couple of times, I located a flashlight. I opened my eyes again, it was easy to find plenty of candles with even minimal light to guide me. I placed at least one lit candle in each room I was likely to enter. I used several in the living room, then opened all the windows and drapes. It was nice to feel the cool air pouring in, and I have always loved and felt excitement at intense weather. (Of course I have usually found it is best to enjoy it comfortably, from indoors. :-)
Thunderstorms always fill the air with power, you can feel Mother Earth in all her glory. The flashes and booms were entertaining for quite a while. Strangely, the storm seemed rooted over my house, an hour later there was still no lessening of intensity.
Despite my usual enjoyment of storms, I was beginning to feel a little concerned. The rain had been pounding down so hard, I wondered if the basement was beginning to flood. Unfortunately the stairs down were difficult in the best of times. The idea of holding a candle against the dark and trying to magange them didn't encourage me to try it – so I just crossed my fingers, said of few words of protection, and hoped for the best.
I continued watching and listening, and as time passed, it seemed as if the sound of the wind and thunder changed. I felt that I could almost hear words in the cacophony of sound, I strained trying to understand. As I concentrated, the sounds seemed clearer and became words I could comprehend - I was being called!
I began shaking as I realized that the storm was calling my name, I was terrified to answer that call, yet felt somehow compelled nonetheless. The level of noise, beyond belief, actually seemed to increase. I felt enveloped in light and sound. I closed my eyes for a moment and found myself outside. Despite the torrential downpour, I didn’t seem to be getting even damp, let alone drenched, as I should have been.
My body seemed to know where to go, and my mind seemed willing to let it take the lead. I was soon walking through the woods I knew so well, and this at least was somewhat comforting. I entered a circle of large trees which had always seemed a special place. I had often chosen that spot to meditate.
Immediately upon stepping into that circle, the chaos of booming sound, flashes of light, and pouring rain ended for me. Although I could no longer see or hear it, I was aware that outside the circle, Mother Nature continued to rage.
By now I was exhausted from excitement, stress, and wonder. I sat down in the same spot I used when meditating or just de-stressing, and felt my eyes close once again. I do not know how long I was there, but I felt something beyond anything I had ever experienced before.
There are not words to adequately describe it. The voices seemed to fill my head, and for a time I was lost in their message. I learned much, but what seemed even more powerful was a complete re-alignment of my thoughts and experiences. I understood my life from such a different perspective – the meaning of it, so to speak. Even in the midst of this completely overwhelming experience, my thoughts strayed briefly to Jimmy Stewart in “It’s A Wonderful Life.”
But it was more than even this... I felt like I was being shown a path, that I was meant to take. No,… more like there were choices ahead, and I was being shown something of them.
Gradually the “storm” diminished, and I rose and left that circle of ancient trees. It was raining only lightly now, but much water also dripped down from the wet leaves above. I was no longer protected from the moisture and found my self quite wet by the time I had stumbled back into the house. The lights were on again, and fortunately most of the candles had gone out on their own. None seemed to have burned down much from the last time I remember noticing them. One candle remained, merrily burning in the living room. I lay down on the couch and began trying to remember all that had been shown to me, and exactly who had done the showing. I drifted off to sleep, dreaming the road that I must follow…
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