Space Weather

Space Weather

By Donna Henderson

Chapter 1. The Silenced One

"Now it's your turn to grow up and be beautiful," she said softly to her seven-year-old daughter Safia Nur. She gazed down at the small figure asleep on the white quilt made by her grandma, on the mountainside overlooking everyone in the meadow below.

Her long, thick, golden hair framed her apple cheekbones. A moment around Ariel was intoxicating. You felt as if you could drink the amber-colored aura she emanated. Many craved this light that calmed their restless aching hearts. People didn't understand, in any case. Fear crumpled their faces as traumatic stories played out in their interaction, built on some phantom archetype they created for themselves. Society said she had a condition, a mental one. She had gone mad, and attempts on taking her whole life away were allowed. She lost everything. They claimed her career, her marriage, her daughter, her very sanity of thought. She was insane, they said. Let her figure it out, they said. We won't help her.

Gazing at the small brown birds flying over the tents on the horizon, she thought. "Would she ever get them out of this place, of this illusion of her own making?" The wind picked up and tossed her hair in an amber wave across her back.

Safia heard something in the wind and looked up at her mother, muttering. "I missed it," she thought and sat up. Safia looked up at her mother's face to see if she meant to say anything, as she often did. Before she could ask, Ariel had swooped down to pick her up and press her against her heart.

"Something doesn't feel right, Mom. Are you okay?" asked Safia.

Ariel was staring out into the shimmering horizon, oblivious to Sophia's pleas for answers.

"One day, you're going discover the key to undoing all of this and leave this place."

"Undo what?" said Sofia.

She pulled herself back to her daughter's gaze.

"Undo what has broken me," said Ariel, "what has broken us," she sighed.

Chapter 2. A Weathermen's Guide to the Sun

Shlomo made a living as a weatherman traveling, measuring magnetic fields and activity in landscapes that were scorched and dry, most of the Earth. Shlomo was untouched yet by the afflictions of most humans that endured the scorched Earth. Psyches were negatively affected by the polar shift and ensuing disasters. Was the tremendous environmental and health decline, in fact, the absence of Sun-Earth resonance? He was developing a research field: impacts of space weather on emotional health.

Weather is a tricky thing for humans to understand. The Sun and Earth are a battery. An interplanetary battery exchanging energy, charging, and recharging our planets and Universe, causing earthquakes, storms, terraforming our landscapes and our lives. Weather on Earth wasn’t a closed system, we interact with the Sun.

"You see, Terry," he said to his colleague that often met up with him on this particular barren work site. "The Sun makes weather and earthquakes on Earth and affects our heart health. All the planetary bodies are spheres of magnetic fields interconnected by the interplanetary fields from solar winds. It was simple, changing streams of electromagnetic energy from solar flares streaming out from sunspots interacted with planets in a cyclical pattern", he said.

"But we know better, Shlomo," said Terry with irritation. "Human activity messed this place up, and now we have to fix it."

Shlomo laughed and quickly broke into a smile. "Well, Terry, if humans want to believe they're so powerful as the Sun, who am I to disagree?"

Terry was annoyed at Shlomo's disregard for his scientific work. "Well, I do know that space weather health isn't a real science," said Terry.

Shlomo chuckled and looked into the sky to see the dark gathering clouds near the horizon. "If you say so if you say so," he whispered.

Chapter 2. The Land of the Butterflies

Ariel went hiking up the gulch behind the roughly constructed teepees, a homestead nestled in the mountains of a rural community of Sweetwater in northern Idaho. I remembered when my childhood N'dian Nez Perce friends would teach me words like kitswi (money), pits pits (cat), and one I never did appreciate, soyapo (white girl), or Lapwai (Land of the Butterflies). Our homestead was a mile hike up the winding switchback mountain driveway. Bear-hunting Plot hounds scattered the mountain driveway in tiny houses, their chains carving out circular paths around them. A cacophony of low harmonious baying announcing visitors.

Ariel passed her sister's tent and looked up to see her playing the flute up on the grassy hillside near the bottom of the ravine.

"Hey, Renee! Will you watch Safia while I go get some exercise?" Renee smiled and quickly jumped up from her perch on a granite rock to run down and meet Ariel.

"Hey, sis! Of course, I will," said Renee. Renee had been worried about her sister ever since she saw her talking to no one in an empty meadow.

"Charlie Mae!" "Come here, boy! Follow Ariel!" called Renee hurriedly.

White and yellow butterflies escorted Ariel briefly as she brushed the tall grass and walked up the ravine trail. The ravine was wide at the bottom, covered in tall yellow grass and trees that narrowed as the sides of the mountain came to meet each other. As if they had sat down with heads touching to whisper and laugh on this warm summer day. Charlie Mae ran after Ariel as she bent the corner to go up to the water hole, deep in the ravine.

Renee bounded back up the mountainside and settled back onto her rock with her flute, and quickly scanned the field for signs of Safia. Safia was there reading a book under a large maple tree.

Chapter 4. Safia's Words

Ariel quickly surveyed her surroundings from inside the cave and saw young Safia outside reciting words from the little black book. Ariel smiled while turning around to head to the inner caverns arranged in ovals with narrow passages between them. Ariel called upon her energy being to guide her.

Ariel hadn't always been able to absorb this light energy. Her sister Renee had found her one day wandering in the city, abandoned as homeless and deemed crazy by America's medical and legal institutions.

Ariel began to heal at home, to speak again with words too beautiful to bear. You would weep from happiness. Safia came to know more than anyone that her mom was a creator. She knew that all the words she wrote in her book were magic.

Ariel forgot for a moment where she was as she advanced into the mountain caverns and through the darkness, accentuated by glowing rocks illumined by the soft light.

Chapter 5. Coronal Mass Ejection

Shlomo turned his Land Rover down the dirt road at the base of the volcano. Electromagnetic activity had been recorded just three days earlier up on a mountain range near the Great Rift Valley, Ethiopia. The large coronal mass ejection emanating from the Sun was a stream of plasma emitted as an electromagnetic shock wave caused by the solar flare. Shlomo had gathered enough data to see the connection between CME's and human health. He theorized CME's create heart-brain dissonance and sickness.

Shlomo drove up to the geo-located area near a volcano that should be the epicenter of seismic waves detected by the African Space Weather agency, established in 2030 to study the effects of weather, the grand illusion of catastrophic proportions.

Shlomo found a series of hollowed-out caves and entered with his equipment.

∞

Sofia was only seven, but she knew mountains and how to track her mother. Charlie Mae had been up ahead of her; his red and black fur coat had paused with tail and nose pointed toward the side of the mountain.

Safia heard voices inside the mountain. She sat down on a rock and started reciting the melodic words from her book. Safia had started writing down all the Sun-imbued words of her mother long ago. She had continued what her father had started when she was just an infant. When both parents disappeared, and she was all alone, it was all she had to hold as her own. When her mom reappeared alone one day with her Auntie Renee, she thought to herself, "I will write all the beauty my mom utters. For I know that this book will be important one day."

All the abundance in the Universe was available to her with these words. A record of the future is no different from the past or future happening simultaneously. These words collapsed those worlds into a single timeline of their choosing.

∞

Geomagnetic energy from the solar activity of either high or low frequency can interrupt the heart rate and beat interval fluctuations, causing arrhythmias, heart attacks, and strokes. In happy people, the heart-brain is in coherence. Lack of coherence increases feelings of anger, violence, and murder-suicides. Scientists had uncovered the connection of space weather to earthquakes and tsunamis, but not their own hearts.

∞

Ariel walked and talked with energy, smiling while receiving exquisite light packets of knowledge. Ariel's heart possessed heart-brain-Sun coherence. The world tormented her still. Lack of Earth-Sun-heart coherence created a polarity on Earth that scorched environments and launched the Earth into a century of illusions of misery and violence. People would walk the Earth believing they are free, but they have no free will in this discordant condition.

Ariel stopped in her tracks when she saw a strange man ahead in the cavern. He was placing instruments onto the cave floor while singing beautifully to himself. "What is this?" she asked her being.

∞

Ariel approaches the kneeling man. Startled, he turned around to see a golden luminous Beauty approach him. Shlomo felt peace in his heart at this vision.

The glowing figure spoke out loud in the cavern, "Is it him I must give my knowledge?"

Suddenly the woman muttered, and light poured from her aura, enveloping Shlomo with packets of light information. Shlomo blacked out.

When he awoke the next morning to the beeping of his equipment, suddenly, Shlomo remembered his vision, and the information of infinity flooded his consciousness.

Shlomo contacted the Ethiopian Space Weather Institute to give them the frequency of sound and specific wavelengths to broadcast to the cities around Africa and the world with their communication team. Within moments of transmission, Shlomo saw what appeared as holographic waves surrounding people walking down the road shimmer and shine and then short out. Iridescent bubbles popping with the gentle wind.

People walking down the streets just moments before the space cast had been angrily shouting and violently making their way down the street until they stopped to listen. People slowly started to become aware of themselves and broke into a cacophony of happy tears and cries of joy.

"We are back, my people, we are back," said Shlomo. They had once failed to realize human emotion was causing every bit of weather catastrophe and environmental misery on Earth. How could they fathom that this scorched Earth was catalyzed by human emotions mirrored and experienced by all as weather catastrophes? He knew it was up to humans to evolve themselves. To use science to connect the hearts of man with the Sun and with Earth. A very recreation of our destiny.

Chapter 6. Home Again

Ariel found Safia near the cave and reached out to her. "Mother, did you see it?"

Ariel just smiled and laughed. Safia said, "Mom! The answer was you all along!"

Safia and Ariel walked down the ravine. Around the corner, there was a beautiful Gathering of 20,000 Souls with handfuls of cash to offer the beautiful one that had freed them from the grand illusion. From within the crowd, Safia's father emerged, crying at his separation from his beloved ones. They were together at last. They were home.

The End.