“Follow your heart but bring along your brain.” Senator Kennedy
It’s 5 am this ordinary Thursday morning here in the backwoods of Michigans Upper Peninsula. No daylight yet penetrates the kitchen window as I make my way over to the coffee maker and hit the button. A piercing green eye awakens the room with just enough light I’m able to find my way around. I stop for a moment and gaze out the window over the sink. The northern sky is bright with a glowing radiance from the sun slapping his powerful waves towards earth. A flash of brilliance momentarily lights the whole sky with spotlight of color so powerful it fills my kitchen with it’s glow, then just as quickly fades away. What a show!
I notice an ambient orange glow from the living room from the remnants of last night warming fire. I make my way to the woodstove and poke it disturbing the glowing coals. Time for another log. Almost immediately it bursts into flames creating a comforting warmth. The outdoor temperature is 17 degrees yet this April morning. A couple of years ago our old kitty would have been curled up on the stone pad the woodstove stands on. It was cold, crisp mornings such as these the warmth gave comfort to her 22 year old achy body. I guess you could say it was her kitty sauna.
I finish my morning chores, time for a cup of coffee. A gray daylight hangs thick,foggy clouds just above the tree tops relieving the northern light dance of its overnight show. Sometime during the night a thin layer of icy snow fell covering the stubby brown grass. It will be a few more weeks before things begin turning green in this peninsula of Michigan.
As I was finishing my outdoor chores last night a pair of Sand Hill cranes dropped out of the sky into my yard. These huge birds are solitary and independent with a wingspan of what seemed like at least 10 feet. If I’m not mistaken they mate for life. I was totally amazed, in awe actually, as I watch the deliberate control of the air beneath their massive wings giving them a perfectly safe landing.
Making our local news was a big bird on the loose. A driver in another town videoed an Emu making a mad dash along the shoulder of a highway in Skandia. Now that would have been a strange sight in itself, an Australian bird in the cold U.P.? Turns out the Emu jumped a fence from a farm keeping 3 Emus as pets. The huge flightless bird had turned around and was heading home when he was being videoed. From what I heard the sheriff arrested the escapee and safely returned him to his owner. No handcuffs were used and no tickets were issued. Emu takes unauthorized jaunt
Speaking of birds and all of nature for that matter. Nature is the central theme in a book with Glenn Becks name on it. The story inside, however, was written by a Harriet Parke, a retired emergency room R.N. published in 2012. The name of the novel is “Agenda 21.” The title is a little outdated now but I needed something to occupy my winter evenings when I picked it up at a thrift store. Turns out it was pretty damn interesting. It could have been published yesterday only called “Agenda 2030.”
“I was just a baby when we were relocated and I don’t remember much. Everybody has that black hole at the beginning of life. That time you can’t remember. Your first step. Your first taste of table food. My real memories begin in our assigned living area in Compound 14.”
Of course, a plausible story that leaves an impression on your psyche, much like “The Hunger Games” did for most of us. Governments, or whomever, is just the face of those that wish to steal the souls of mankind and strictly control human movement and behavior. The facilitator, if you will, year after year keeping the world distracted and divided. But to what end goal?
I actually see the “hunger games” speeding toward us right now. First week in July, an emotional release is expected.
I became acutely aware of happenings in the world back in the late 1960’s when JFK was murdered. I was 10. “Duck and cover” were monthly drills at school back then but honestly you never forget where you were when you first heard that our precious country was no longer safe. How could they do this to a sitting president? More major assassinations of brave souls who just wanted peace, in your face with endless TV coverage. Then came the Vietnam war. The first brutal, bloody war that was televised. In color, I might add. Witness the carnage, buy the fear. What better way to subjugate a population.
My high school friends were being drafted as soon as they graduated and when some eventually made it home, their bodies were so very damaged, as well as humanness mentally destroyed. To top off these young draftees misery, they were greeted at the airports with disdain, hatred, and spit on from the anti-war woke groups with hateful signs. They can remove our history from the school books but those that lived it remember it vividly. Fifty years later history seems to be repeating itself, just the actors have changed.
I may be older now but my observation skills are still keen. Maybe more so at this time. I don’t have the distractions that my grown children have. Raising teenagers, mortgages, credit cards, etc.
This country, hell, the world, is about to go through another major, painful transformation. We as a humanity, are fast approaching the end of this civilization cycle. Even the energy of the planet feels different.
Add to the stress already presented, weather patterns have shifted. If this is a natural process or maybe helped somewhat by chemicals in the sky is yet a bit opaque, but I suspect a combination of things. Up until a few year ago the an atmospheric jet stream dipped over the Upper Peninsula on its regular travel across the surface of the planet but a change has occurred. It now drops way far south raising havoc and much more destruction. When cold Canadian jet stream meets warm moist gulf air, you get the picture.
Our migratory birds were gracing us with their songs 3 weeks earlier than normal this year. I was so surprised to see the first Robin here two weeks before that huge Michigan ice storm. Red Wing black birds usually don’t show up until the second or third week in April, but they showed up with the Robins. As a general rule, Sand Hill Cranes nest along the water shed down the road from us. They like the water ice free as it mostly was early again this season and so were they early. It was like they knew their nesting was free from ice.
Our rainy season has changed too. It used to rarely rain in July, but the last couple of years we have had lots of rain in July and August. Just some observations.
If I’d have to put a sharp point on this article, it would be for everyone to become a witness. SOP, they call it. Standard Operating Procedure for your safety and awareness of your environment and whatever surrounds you at every given moment. Keep your children safe by teaching them a natural awareness too. That will be a gift legacy to them and your future generations. Become your own witness. Awareness demands that you put down that damn cell phone!
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space weather with Tamitha Skov Awesome space lady!
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