I’ve always loved storms. To feel safe in the middle of one is about knowing what protects you.
The power of these tubular squalls can be devastating as they rip homes and lives apart, destroying everything in its path.
I once read that a tornado is considered "a process". I believe that Spirit has revealed tornado as a new symbol for me, of a vortex of energy that I have danced with all year and now follows my call when a clearing is necessary.
I have been inside this vortex for 9 months. Now it is time for perhaps the calm and the rebirth of new and fertile ground.
Those who have fanned this wind of mine are not safe from the path destruction. Dented and scraped, I’m sure they pray the worst is over. The fact is, they will never know when the elements of God will produce this …”process” again.
A friend from far away, who is traveling to see me, recently sat with the sorcerers of Jacumba Ca, and drew from their deck of power cards, a tornado, predicting that he would meet his worthy adversary soon.
I soaked in the naked spa of the Korean baths today ready to be scrubbed when I struck up a conversation with a beautiful woman.
We briefly shared our lives, and when I laid out my most recent past, she said “ My God, it’s a tornado" I laughed,... again, a confirmation reiterated from the universe.
The scrubby pads whirled and whirled around my tired epidermis, I emerged glowing, just as a new babe should.
The mighty wind of Spirit clears a path , removing what is necessary for the shamanic cleansing.
I know I am protected, but I also am in awe of the power of God.