When the Sirens Go Off
What do you do?
How do you feel when the raindrops start splattering your windshield? What is your immediate reaction? What change in energy do you feel?
Soon you can hear the raindrops splat against your vehicle. You turn the windshield wiper to, ‘high.’
Worlds begin dissolving into other worlds.
The rhythm completely changes.
And the resultant rainbow confirms your suspicions….
There is no mojo like a thunderstorm, right?
How do you react to a thunderstorm? How do you open up to the energies of one? How do you respond to Mother Nature?
Do you surrender to the energies washing over you? Do you seek shelter? Do you just stand and watch and become a conduit for the divine energies to pass through you into this illusory reality? Do you dare those energies to transform you? Do you feel and laugh at the intense humor that offsets the intense seriousness you feel compelled to look for?
Can you feel the softness beneath the covers of intensity? Do you hug that which could easily overwhelm you? How willing are you to surrender? How do you respond to an approaching tornado?
Or do you instead react? The difference between reacting and responding is the opening into the blueprint we have adopted. Going through this opening, we discover that we have the divine power of choice. We can stop reacting, surrender, and then respond with the full power and clarity of our divinity.
Or we can simply surrender to that which we, as divine humans, have created, thus opening the door to move into the space within which we create something new….
…. and then surrender to that new something. Is that how we suck “new somethings” into our seemingly physical world? Can we ever bring anything new into our reality until we surrender to it? And release that to which we are clinging?
Every tornado is a mirror of the tornado within us that wishes to cleanse us of our thinking and propel us into new thinking. Every tornado is an opportunity to transcend the mental processes we have been conditioned to. As our very own creation, every tornado is a gift of vision that turns our world from black and white to one bursting with color.
The symbolism of a tornado represents cleansing and change. How much fear do we hold towards that? Is it fear that prevents surrender? Does fear send us underground into the basement? Does surrender open us up to cleansing and change?
Do we react or respond? What the hell do we do?
In the little, tiny town on the Great Plains of Turtle Island in which I live the tornado sirens go off every first Monday of every month. It is the way all sirens scattered about the community are tested to make sure they are working properly.
This morning the sirens went off. Most humans living in this backwater town have been conditioned by the tornado siren to look out the window. That is exactly what I did. That was my reflex. After living here now for slightly over six years, it was the first thing I did. I immediately looked out the window.
Looking out the window in my little apartment is not exactly easy because of the enormous amount of houseplants occupying the windowsills of all the windows in my apartment. I actually had to stick my face through a veritable jungle in order to peer out the window.
And what did I see? I saw beautiful clear blue skies without a single, solitary cloud. One of the things one learns after living any reasonable time on the Great Plains of Turtle Island is that if there are no clouds then there are no tornadoes.
That is when I realized that it was the first Monday of the month. Who the hell needs a calendar when the town you live in has “civil defense” tornado sirens go off every first Monday of the month?
Seriously?
While an actual tornado can inspire all sorts of expressions, today I learned how a simple tornado siren — even if only being tested — can also inspire all sorts of expressions (like this post that is finally coming to an end).
So how do you react or respond to sirens?
Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.
Stories by White Feather
