Tornado Diary – Part 1

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Friends,
I offer strange reflections this Memorial Day Holiday. I am thinking of the fallen of the most recent and escalating war of which most Americans are oblivious as it runs misty battle lines this spring stretching sometimes for over two thousand miles eastward across the American great plains to the Atlantic coast. The people run for cover at the call of tornado sirens. The bombers approach and thunder. They are a great air fleet of anvil headed cumulus nimbi unleashing their dreadful loads of hail flash flooding downpours and twisters. Neighborhoods and whole towns, such as Tuscaloosa, and Harvest, Alabama, and most recently Joplin, Missouri are left in the wake of their bombing run flattened and torn asunder like Dresden, Berlin, London, Tokyo — cities bombed and flattened in the Second World War.

Like Churchill before him, President Barack Obama as leader of a besieged nation surveys the wreckage of his “East London” one week, then comforts the survivors of debris fields of his “Coventry” the next. He is already a “war leader” in the ways our limited understanding defines it narrowing the definition to that waged by human weapons and inhuman behavior in Iraq, Libya and Afghanistan. He does not yet see himself as a war president surveying the rubble of Tuscaloosa one week, Joplin the next as fearful ruin descending from bombers of a non-human attack.

This has been so far the deadliest US tornado season since 1950 with a death toll from tornado outbreaks in April through May across the US southern and midwestern states rising beyond 500 and climbing. In Joplin, yesterday, President Obama participated in memorial services nationally televised for the 142 recovered dead from killing fields left by the twelve mile long rampage of a single EF5 tornado that passed through the southern part of a city of 50,000. Many of the bandaged 900 “wounded” in this attack of the sky were also present and thoughts and prayers strayed upon concern for the war missing, the 100 or so who are yet unaccounted after the attack.

Few within the throng of silent survivors or their president yet grasp that this is war and not merely acts of God in natural disasters. It is a hard thing to fathom, this war, because appearances are deceiving. The storms that do the lethal work whilst sweeping away lifetimes of work and homes in a few terrifying moments are not the enemy but the consequence of what is “enemy” that set this most global of all world wars in motion.

The enemy is in our collective minds.

The “Adolf Hitler” in this world war is Adolf Habits we have been trained to mindlessly adopt and borrow that pits our hubris against the natural balances of this world. The strain of our parasitic and growing numbers, our usurpation of the world’s treasures of earth, sea and air to abandon — without thought of the consequences of our unsustainable “Adolf Habits” — has brought the air fleets of thunder flying over our towns. It is as if we had loaded the gun and shot ourselves thinking the blow had come from outside of ourselves.

The 500-and-counting who have tragically died and are soon to die in this 2011 tornado season have pulled the climate changing trigger on themselves along with all the rest of us. The state of their consciousness and of ours who are yet spared is the enemy destroying our lives and property.

In this war of nature — human nature versus the natural balances of the planet — we have become the collateral damage of our unconscious intentions.

Those who wish to become aware of their nature can work to turn the tide of this conflict with Mother Nature, calm her storms and quakes, and restore ecological balance to the planet.

My way to recognize and transcend my part in the creation of imbalance in nature is through practicing meditation techniques that restore awareness of the soul to the mind’s borrowed and anti-life machinations of Adolf Habit.

If you wish me share information and links to these, just click here on meditation.

Many of you who regularly read HogueProphecy.com are in the line of attacking storm tracks these last few months and as much as I am able, I have been trying to contact you and hold you and your dearest ones in my meditations. Among these are my friend, Madhuri Jewel, who is near Joplin and Kira, whose town of Harvest, Alabama was virtually destroyed by 200 mph winds of one of the EF5 tornadoes in the great tornado outbreak of 25-27 April across the South that killed over 300 people in one afternoon, injuring thousands.

Kira has left an e-diary of her experiences. I have asked and received permission to share her account of life in Harvest Alabama after the tornado.

On April 27, 2011, Harvest suffered catastrophic damage north of Nick Davis Road, situated between Old Railroad Bed and Wall Triana. The devastation advanced towards the Limestone Prison where the following You Tube video was shot, I believe, by correction officers. Click on Harvest Alabama Tornado.

The tornado went directly over them. Hear the beautiful, terrifying, sound of nature’s power, the great apocalyptic symphony of the winds in an aquamarine and black wedge EF-5 tornado.

Something like this is what Kira, her husband and their two small children (one aged four and the youngest not yet one year old) witnessed. They fortunately did not take a direct hit, but as she will relate, such disasters affect more than just those in their direct path.

This is a foretaste of what many of us will experience when a globally warming climate expands the power, the reach and the size of tornadoes, Atlantic hurricanes, Indian Ocean and South Pacific cyclones and western Pacific typhoons. Kira’s entries are dated and in dark red, my inserted entries come from today, 30 May 2011. Her first entry was posted the second night after the destruction of Harvest late in the afternoon of 27 April 2011:

KIRA
April 29, 2011 5:15:52 PM PDT

Hi john…. typing this on borrowed generator power… and in the dark. Am in harvest alabama, f4 territory. You should have seen the wind, it was Astounding! Sorry for mistypes,using a nook and fat fingers. My house spared, many houses gone, three left their roofs behind. Most large trees splintered or broken. No power till at least next Thursday, may end up without water soon. All stores empty for 50+miles, gas stations have limited power to pumps,gas lines hours long. Will write again next time I run jnto a generator. Kira

The storms are going to get more powerful with each new year. Thus the widespread disruption of supersystems that sustain food, water and power systems that provide you your basic needs for life will be ever more wide ranging. That is why it is prudent to store food and water because as I have written in the past, collective prophecy visions indicate what is coming in natural disasters will escalate and be global in nature.

Four days later, Kira wrote:

KIRA
May 3, 2011 5:35:24 PM PDT

I have a generator once more and just wanted to give you a quick update, this time not so wigged out that I type so badly. We are still without power in some places and it is unstable in others. Complete strangers will come up to me and want to talk about what they saw during the storm… people are still in shock. For a while everyone hung out outside, riding bikes, walking, going to parks, volunteering. But as power is restored, the community roads and sidewalks are again becoming desolate.

Still, it seems the storm was a life changer for everyone I have talked to. One guy in all camouflage told me with a thick southern accent that he now believes in global warming. My husband says he likes the quiet, so he is canceling cable TV, and plans to stay off the Internet 6 days per week. The Bible thumper lady next door said she realizes that needing to straighten and then curl her hair before she leaves the house is no longer desirable… But I think she will not stop it. Little bites of realization for everyone. Its getting cold and dark… time for bed. More later. Kira

Two days later…

KIRA
May 5, 2011 12:21:39 AM PDT

I was just lying in bed, between my kids, thinking about our experiences here in Harvest during and since the (apparently EF5) tornado ripped one mile past my house. I was wondering when my mind would percolate down the lessons I had learned from this disturbing experience. My husband and I refer to this super tornado event as the “pre-pocalypse”, assuming we will be seeing much more of this weather. I think I know what I will be taking away from this experience, at least partly, and I thought I would share it.

First, let me say that I have always been a survivalist type. When I was 18, I traveled to Vatican City and talked with a bishop in the Vatican to ask about being a nun there in Rome. He refused me, said I wasn’t ready. He told me to go get a degree in education and then return.

Instead, I moved to Virginia and went to college among the Amish and the Mennonites, so that I could learn their plain way of living. They taught me quilting, cleaning and cooking. I saved up all my grocery money, eating only oats and popcorn for four years, so that I could go to survival school in the summers. I took all the classes I could, and even started going to the survival school when no classes were in session, just to practice my skills.

Then I moved to Seattle to become a trauma nurse… This is the nurse who rides in the rescue helicopter to uncover avalanche victims or people lost and starving in the mountains. Missing my family, I moved to Alabama to work at NASA’s Earth Science facility. I also worked closely with the National Weather Service, and knew full well what the 2000’s would bring violent weather-wise. I have a garage full of survival stuff — water, food, medicine, you name it. So I was very, very, very well prepared for a pre-pocalypse this spring!

So the tornadoes tore through our community and vacuumed hundred year old oaks clear out of the ground, roots and all, and threw them around the sky like toothpicks, knocking down houses, power lines, and other trees.

This EF5 tornado missed the northern Alabama nuclear facility by only ONE MILE. That nuclear plant wouldn’t have stood a chance if it were in the direct path. We got really lucky, even though power was out in the whole city, phone service (both cell and land line) was gone, gas was very hard to get, food was stripped from the stores within hours, and no one had any idea how long this would last, or how bad the crime would get. Dad says he slept with his gun from Vietnam on the bedside table, and a shotgun in the hall. It was DARK at night. Looters were driving in from all over the place.

At first this new electricity-free world was novel… So silent it was deafening. Really, you could hear your ears ringing just because they were scanning to hear all the sounds they normally did. The stars were unbelievably bright jewels. Thousands upon thousands. Usually we can only see maybe 10 stars at night. I remember thinking, “Well no wonder the ancients built all their temples in relation to the stars!”

Living in the mostly dark for a few days, I realized what my grandparents really meant when they said, “Make hay while the sun shines!”

We had to get up with the sun to get our survival going before the sun set. My 4-year-old son seemed to be much happier without all the noise and interruptions of electronic media in our house. The neighbors were out meeting each other and trading destruction stories. People were riding bikes. Things were peachy, and I was enjoying the learning experience I had prepared for pretty much all my life. But then came the rainy cold day. Dark. I had to search through the dark house for warm clothes for my kids. I had to figure out how to find them something to eat without the ability to cook outside on the fire pit. Our great weather changed for the worse and flooding started in the yards. Tree branches and trashcans floated down the street. I couldn’t sleep because we were out of food and I couldn’t get hold of family by phone or computer. Eventually I took the kids to my mother’s, when her power was eventually restored.

Power came on at my house today. I am exhausted and think I have an infection now from dehydration. We still aren’t out of the woods here, but a bright light really makes the heart happy. And I have learned something I thought I would never ever think, and that is that pioneer life mostly sucks. It’s a lot harder than I thought it would be, living day to day without all our distractions, conveniences and entertainments.

It is very beautiful, and it most definitely makes people more intimate, there is no doubt of that. There are some aspects of this life we are going to keep, like reducing the noise and busyness of our modern lives. We are getting rid of cell phones and TVs in our house. Electronic toys will be losing their batteries. I plan to get rid of most of the junk in my house, just because I tripped over so many things when the lights were out. But I have learned that urban survival is really hard.

I guess in a year, had we made it that long without normal supply chains, we would have gotten used to it. But having prepared for this enforced-simplicity all my life, it still sucked, and I have learned my lesson. The Internet is pretty awesome. Lights are really really nice. Running water, HOT water … wow. We have really made a heaven on earth with some of our modern inventions. And I think we are so addicted to these pleasures that we can’t see, until we are hit by an EF5 wind, that we are going to kill ourselves, by way of an angry planet, with all these pleasures.

It took a 100-mile per hour wind to get me to see that there are some things worth saving.

I am not sure if I have clearly enough bared my soul here, as I have tried to do. I guess you kinda had to be there. But I have a feeling we will all be getting a taste of this pre-pocalypse soon. And it kinda sucks to have to wake up like that. Kira

Wake up we must. And the sooner we all wake up and start sustaining our civilization in harmony with this planet, the less catastrophic will be the disruptions of the human world to come.

In the next blog, Kira will continue her Tornado diary with a drive into ground zero a mile away from her home to bear witness to Mother Nature’s EF5 bomb run on Harvest, Alabama.

John Hogue

(30 May 2011)

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