Keep Your Arms and Legs Inside the Ride at All Times

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Damage in Moore, Oklahoma June 2013

Reading a post from a fellow blogger this morning instantly made me think of this post. One of a few very early blogs from February of 2016. I felt obliged to share again.

It’s eerie rereading this now. For I know I have visions. I know I just know things. A blessing or a curse? A question all my life. I finally have an answer. A true blessing!

The words I read …

(Edited and reposted from February 20, 2016)

After four sacrificial years away, having left to find work to support us while I finished writing my first book, my husband and the father of our daughter, finally returned to live with us.

He rode up that day on his Harley. All he carried with him was a change of clothes and his toothbrush. He returned just in time to watch our daughter perform at her big dance recital.

The following Monday, we headed off if in a torrential down pour for Oklahoma to retrieve his car and some of his belongings, and for me to say goodbye to my oldest son as he prepared to move to California.

I knew I shouldn’t have been driving. The roads were slick and the tires on my car were bald. I could feel us hydroplaning several times.

With low visibility, in spite of me knowing how to drive in bad weather, driving is my husband’s expertise. Why was I the one behind the wheel?

Before I had the opportunity to find a dry place to stop and let him take over, the car did a donut and headed for the ditch, rear end first. It was an omen of what was to follow.

It took over an hour for the tow truck to arrive and get us back on the road.

As we drove southwest, we found dry roads ahead. The rest of the trip was uneventful, but as we headed down I-44 west of Tulsa, I received a text from my son asking where we were.

We had another hour and a half of driving and he told me to hurry up and get to Oklahoma City, bad weather was on its way.

Emergency weather alerts were broadcast on all channels. We were being told we had two hours at best before damaging winds and hail, along with dangerous tornadoes, some possibly in the F4 or F5 category, would be over the city.

Chilling at the very least, since the 3rd big tornado during my time connected to the state had just moved through Moore a few weeks earlier, once again doing significant damage.

We arrived at my sister-in-laws as several tornadoes were reported in El Reno and Yukon, 30 miles west of us. Fortunately, they were real slow-moving.

The thought was to stay put hoping we might be missed, or that we’d be safe in the underground portion of her house.

My son, who’s vicinity was near, had said he was sticking it out at his home. Suddenly he sent a text. He was heading south for a friends in Moore as the storm steadily moved in a northeast direction.

That made me grow concerned as he’s typically of a calm rational demeanor.

As we watched on TV, the tornado was heading our way. With panic, the weather reports were calling an “EMERGENCY WEATHER ALERT”.

We ended up getting in our cars, three separate vehicles, as we didn’t want to come back and find them all hail damaged by the reported softball size hail.

My husband drove his sister’s van, taking our daughter. I didn’t want her to be in another accident with me at the wheel. His oldest son, with his pet ferret, rode with me, and his sister followed behind us.

Heading east down I-44, there were dark skies up ahead. The weather man reported the tornadoes were right on our tale, passing over landmarks we had just driven by.

The sky to the south was clear and blue, so we made the decision to get on I-35 and drive that direction. Apparently, along with half the city, as cars were bumper to bumper and moving real slow.

No sooner than we did, the weatherman says, “Oh wow, the tornado just did something they never do! It just took a sharp right turn and is now heading towards Moore!”

Panic hit my heart. The cloudless blue sky above, instantly turned a deadening black, and the winds quickly picked up.

I tried calling my husband, but his phone had been left in my car.

The transformers above began popping and flashing. Their van, directly in front of us, started to seriously rock as the wind increased. I feared it would tip over.

His son asked where we were going. I had no idea, but I knew we needed to get off the interstate.

At the next exit there was a church just off the road. Cars were exiting and hopping the curb.

I followed suit, with my husband doing the same. Being the athletic one, I grabbed our daughter and ran for the church, losing one of my sandals and unknowingly, my car keys along the way.

By the time I got there some men had broken the back door in with a fallen tree. They were escorting women and children through the broken glass.

Once inside, they got everyone settled in a room and did a head count as a tornado passed over. One of the last to arrive said they could see the roof of the church pulsating as they pulled up.

We sat it out for over an hour before the winds calmed down enough for some men to go out and assess the damage.

We had been fortunate, it hadn’t touched down or the church would have been wiped away.

The F5 from weeks earlier had taken that same exact path, leaving massive destruction in its wake.

The next day, when we went back to search for my lost car keys, we seen the damage all around us from the prior tornado; demolished shopping malls, movie theatres, hills of smashed cars, and only piles of debris where homes once stood.

It was eerie and surreal. It had felt like we had become part of a movie set. The enormity of what had happened and what could have happened was all around us.

My son had made it to his friends’ home. They sat it out in the hallway with a mattress over their heads and his friends’ dogs going wild.

My son had taken off down the freeway. We were a short distance behind him, and the tornadoes were directly behind us.

The fact that it took a sharp right turn just as we did was symbolic to me.

We had already lived through a life of hell during our six-year stay in Oklahoma. This seemed like a clear message of preparation for what was to come.

Dark times were upon our beloved country, most citizens oblivious. We were certain to be a part of it, but we were to be protected.

It was no coincidence. It was serendipity or God’s message. I knew our lives were that of warriors. We would always be out running tornadoes or whatever calamity was sent our way.

It was a message, as it had been two months earlier when my family and I stayed at our place in Kissimmee, FL.

We rode all the wild rides at the local theme parks with the constant warning, “Keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times. Be prepared to come to a sudden and abrupt stop.”

Bad times for our country lay ahead and we were being shown how to survive.

We were the warriors and I was a change agent. For, someone has to do something, and I am aware … the Revolution Begins With Me.

Thursday’s Roar of A “Tiger”

I woke up early this Thursday morning ready to rant. Perhaps it has to do with this enormous knot I have in my left shoulder, impinging on the nerve in my left arm, but I’m feeling a bit like the “tiger” in me (2 time Tiger alum) and I’m wanting to roar.

I’ve kept to myself since the Corona outbreak in March. Watching the shut down first of our city and then of our country.

Subbing as the attendance secretary at one of the local middle schools two weeks leading up the our school district’s closing. The Universe had placed me frontline as the panic began to hit our city, being the one that fielded the phone calls from hysterical parents as speculation of what was to come began to infiltrate our area.

Spring break only a few days away, my daughter and I with plans to visit my son who is in the Navy in Florida, the pandemic not to interrupt. My background in nursing, going into that field only after becoming severely ill while finishing my last year of my microbiology degree before I was to start medical school (years later finding out I had SEVERE mercury poisoning). I had done significant study in microbiology and immunology and much of the storyline mainstream media was feeding us did not make sense.

Chastised by many for taking our trip when the rest of the country was shut down, I had learned years ago, fear was not going to stop me from living my life. Within weeks, the animosity and negativity of “friends” on Facebook made me completely unplug from the world.

The only energy I wanted penetrating my body, mind, and soul was positive energy. Glorious and uplifting energy from family and friends, but perhaps most importantly, the power of the energy I cultivate from the earth.

Living on several acres with different parts of our property sectioned off; “country life” where my large garden and our chickens live, our “backyard beach” our pool area, (this Minnesota girl’s necessary water source) and down our sloped hill leading to the creek and woods is our “Mystical Forest”.

Intuitively, the Universe had led us to this area, completely unexpected. We/I have spent the last 6 years perhaps prepping it for the dawning of this year and what was to come. We had created a mostly self-sufficient environment out of our passion for nature and the outdoors. Suddenly, I excitedly watched the masses starting to do all the things I love doing. Gardening, raising chickens, and returning to the old ways of living; becoming self-sustaining.

I started to hear from people or read articles that which I have known all my life, that there’s an energy, a vibration, that allows the spirit to calm, that relieves stress and anxiety, that brings peace to the soul when out in nature, when you have your hands in soil, and when you walk barefoot on the earth.

Anyone that truly knows me, knows there’s no better place for me to be than barefoot with my hands in the dirt. Well, not exactly true, my favorite place to be in is some body of water. Which, was the other place we were to frequently find ourselves, at the lake with my dad’s boat I had inherited.

Having left my career as a critical care nurse almost 2 decades ago, (not a difficult choice after watching people die needlessly almost daily, but that’s a whole different topic) there was much material sacrifice choosing to make my children and my own personal well being top priority. For me, the most significant, the use of my boat that sat broken and unusable in our garage for 13 years, the expanse of my daughter’s life.

The Universe being so amazing! Last fall, I was finally able to get it fixed. When spring hit, we found ourselves on the water. This began a season of unprecedented lake time. Memories to be made that will last a lifetime, not only for us, but many friends we invited to join us, giving them a break from their sequestered life in the city.

My point…is that in returning to what is REAL, in returning to Mother Earth, we will begin to rediscover ourselves. The last several decades have seen people pulling further and further inside, not just physically, but mentally, emotionally, and to me most importantly, spiritually. As a nation, we’ve grown bitter and afraid. Hostile. Complacent. Numbed up. Dumbed down.

It’s time we all take a step outside. Unplug from the technology that now surrounds us and controls our lives. We’ve allowed ourselves to be enslaved. In doing so, we have given away many of our God given freedoms and liberties. We’ve forgotten how to think for ourselves, and instead allow the talking heads to control our thoughts and our minds by continually feeding us nothing but lies, creating what we see now, a country greatly divided, that is literally at war with each other.

I check the news daily. Not mainstream media, for it all has an agenda, but real news, and I don’t recognize the world that exists out there. This didn’t happen over night. And change won’t happen over night. But it has begun. The swing in the other direction, to first take back our own lives, but then to take back our country.

It starts with each and everyone of us as individuals. The biggest thing I believe that needs to happen is for people to reopen their minds. Tune back into themselves. The voice within. Try to cut away from the socialization and indoctrination that has been intentionally implemented, for yes, that is exactly what has happened. We have been fed decades of lies while our once great country is being stolen away from us. Once very insidiously, now so blatantly out in the open.

We need to start asking questions. The storylines we’ve been fed do not make sense and its abundantly obvious once you lay down your political biases. We are one election away from losing this country forever. The last four years, nothing but hatred and hostility being pushed with an agenda. An agenda to take down the one president who truly has a belief in the American dream, for he has lived it. The one president who is not bought and owned by the elitists and globalists.

The clock is ticking and I truly do believe I know the ultimate outcome. I don’t know how ugly its going to get, as it’s already gotten uglier than I could ever have imagined. But, I refuse to allow myself to be a part of it. There is a huge silent majority who are waking up, finally, to REALITY. Not the reality they try to sell us on the nightly news, but the TRUTH, for there can only be one TRUTH and we have not been living in it.

I like the rest of the country, and honestly the world, wait with bated breath as each day unfolds leading to what is certain to be the most ruthless and savage election of all times, for it already has been.

For my part, I will get out and vote. Vote with an awareness of the how our once strong country is being destroyed, knowing the one man who has fought to save it has had four years of nothing but struggle with every action he has taken to return our country to greatness. The radical left doing nothing but slandering, and trying to destroy, dismantle, and remove him from office. But, bottom line, God is going to let his warriors win and win we will.

Until that day, I will keep peace in my heart and love in my soul. I will send positive energy out to all I encounter. I will be the best version of me I can possibly be … for the Revolution Begins With Me.