Facing the Blood-Red Storm
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree and Rising.
One of my â€œbroodâ€ is having a rough time right now. I know it because I can feel it. Not completely sure which one it is, male I think, but Iâ€™ve checked in on everyone I usually feel such connections to except for three, and two of them are male. Iâ€™m not likely to hear from those three on the physical plane since all three live far from here, so it makes me wonder whatâ€™s going on and why things are so rough.
Iâ€™m doing what Iâ€™ve learned to do; just let the intense energies pass through. Easier said than done! The good thing is realizing whatâ€™s mine and what isnâ€™t and that these are people I choose to have these connections with and they with me, whether their emotions are joyous or horrific.
Iâ€™m feeling much better now, just an occasional coughing attack, but much, much better. I had started feeling quite a bit better early yesterday afternoon, so if Iâ€™d felt all these crawl-out-of-your-skin antsy intensities earlier in the week, I could have pointed out that I was sick and being housebound was driving me nuts. But in the past 50 hours, Iâ€™ve received some wonderful news, rebounded from being sick, heard great news from my mom, chewed the asses of three Cingular phone representatives (and won, yum), finished the flowering borders to my driveway, made a couple of business arrangements that will be productive, and spent several hours visiting with Jillian for the first time in two years. So, by dark last night, I was feeling pretty good when the first rush of unsettlement hit.
I felt it during the night, too. Someone so full of doubt and second-guessing and worry. I tried to reach out in meditation but all I could find was an odd place where I was among friendsâ€”several of them shamansâ€”and I was temporarily moving to the east coast of Florida before moving to another condo in Florida and socializing with friends of friends. It was an odd dream full of opportunity, uncertainty, and separations with possible reunions with unexpected partners in unexpected ways. But somehow, once the arrangements were made in regard to where I could be living soon and who would be my roommate for a few months, I noticed the blood red clouds above coalescing like a hurricane.
The shamans gathered in a circle, huddled, and I was trying to grab a fence post to cling to but the shamans urged me to get in the middle of them and keep my head down. I kept looking up when I could, and watched the blood red tornado turn to black fury as it touched down and then disintegrated into the ground, stopping time and melting Styrofoam, and then it was gone.
The heaviness was there all morning, and then late today, almost unbearably anxious. I, on the other hand, was feeling quite calm and relaxed. I could feel the energy in my fore-arms and my face, in a way I havenâ€™t felt since January.
My sense is that there is a tremendous storm threatening, descending. Itâ€™s powerful, but I was not harmed. When it was over, I stood and surveyed the damage and found it wasnâ€™t nearly as bad as it had looked when it was looming over me.
So whatever this one of my â€œbroodâ€ has to face now, I donâ€™t think the outcome is going to be as bad as it looks at the moment.