07-24-2017, 12:00 AM
Ever since those two years of training with Sam, wherever I go, the Thunderbeings come with me. In November of 1990, I was invited down to São Paulo, Brazil, to present a workshop to scientists and medical doctors about medical astrology. For the week that I was in São Paulo, there was a thunderstorm every day. My host, Miguel Ferrari, told me that it was highly unusual for there to be storms in the city at that time of year. Further, the storms were so large and devastating that they literally flooded parts of this city of fourteen million people.
When I left with Miguel and his family to spend a week in the Amazon jungle, we first stopped off at Cortine, in Minas Gerais, the mining state of Brazil. We toured tourmaline mines and quartz crystal mines and saw some of the most beautiful gems I'd ever seen. I had sung songs for the spirits of this incredibly beautiful land while there. I had made a small medicine wheel for them. When it was time to leave and fly on to Manaus, which is set at the headwaters of the Amazon, the most amazing and spectacular thunderstorm arose. It was a storm of such devastation that it knocked two hundred-year-old trees down across the two-lane highway, blocking us from going anywhere.
As I sat in the van while my husband and Miguel worked with twenty other people who had left their cars to try to remove the huge tree from the road that dusk, a Thunderbeing called my name. I turned to the window and looked out, hearing his deep voice vibrating telepathically in my mind. He told me that the mountain spirit of the area didn't want me to leave but rather to stay a few more days and perform more healing ceremonies for the spirits of the region. The mountain spirit had asked the Thunderbeing to create a storm of such magnitude that it would stop me from leaving! I was thunderstruck, to say the least, having not even thought of my presence in the area that way. I didn;t even have my personal pipe with me. I only had my songs, my heart and my need to give back to all my relations.
I begged the Thunderbieng to relent, to let us pass, to stop the rain. Within fifteen minutes, the storm abated and within half an hour, right at twilight, the sky was miraculously clear of clouds and storm. It was magical. I felt humbled by the request of the powerful mountain spirit near Governador Veladares, the gateway to the land of gems and minerals. But I couldn't stay. I mentally sent a promise to that huge mountain that if I ever returned to Brazil, I would bring my pipe, stand at his base and perform a healing ceremony for him and his relations.
No matter where I go in the world, a thunderstorm will crop up about twelve hours before I arrive, during the time I'm there or roughly twelve hours after I've left the area. I'm reminded of a time I flew into Los Angeles where I was to stay at a woman's house and give a two-day workshop on medical astrology. She was a very controlling individual, what we term a "powerstalker," but at the time, I didn't realize it. However, fifteen minutes after my arrival, a thunderstorm took place and lightning struck the transmitter on the power pole right next to her apartment! Needless to say, I paid attention, and I knew that in this particular case, it was a warning. By being on guard, I averted a lot of unnecessary problems for myself as well as for the people who took this workshop. The Thunderbeings were warning me, and for once, I paid attention.
When I left with Miguel and his family to spend a week in the Amazon jungle, we first stopped off at Cortine, in Minas Gerais, the mining state of Brazil. We toured tourmaline mines and quartz crystal mines and saw some of the most beautiful gems I'd ever seen. I had sung songs for the spirits of this incredibly beautiful land while there. I had made a small medicine wheel for them. When it was time to leave and fly on to Manaus, which is set at the headwaters of the Amazon, the most amazing and spectacular thunderstorm arose. It was a storm of such devastation that it knocked two hundred-year-old trees down across the two-lane highway, blocking us from going anywhere.
As I sat in the van while my husband and Miguel worked with twenty other people who had left their cars to try to remove the huge tree from the road that dusk, a Thunderbeing called my name. I turned to the window and looked out, hearing his deep voice vibrating telepathically in my mind. He told me that the mountain spirit of the area didn't want me to leave but rather to stay a few more days and perform more healing ceremonies for the spirits of the region. The mountain spirit had asked the Thunderbeing to create a storm of such magnitude that it would stop me from leaving! I was thunderstruck, to say the least, having not even thought of my presence in the area that way. I didn;t even have my personal pipe with me. I only had my songs, my heart and my need to give back to all my relations.
I begged the Thunderbieng to relent, to let us pass, to stop the rain. Within fifteen minutes, the storm abated and within half an hour, right at twilight, the sky was miraculously clear of clouds and storm. It was magical. I felt humbled by the request of the powerful mountain spirit near Governador Veladares, the gateway to the land of gems and minerals. But I couldn't stay. I mentally sent a promise to that huge mountain that if I ever returned to Brazil, I would bring my pipe, stand at his base and perform a healing ceremony for him and his relations.
No matter where I go in the world, a thunderstorm will crop up about twelve hours before I arrive, during the time I'm there or roughly twelve hours after I've left the area. I'm reminded of a time I flew into Los Angeles where I was to stay at a woman's house and give a two-day workshop on medical astrology. She was a very controlling individual, what we term a "powerstalker," but at the time, I didn't realize it. However, fifteen minutes after my arrival, a thunderstorm took place and lightning struck the transmitter on the power pole right next to her apartment! Needless to say, I paid attention, and I knew that in this particular case, it was a warning. By being on guard, I averted a lot of unnecessary problems for myself as well as for the people who took this workshop. The Thunderbeings were warning me, and for once, I paid attention.