Look out of any window / Any morning, any evening, any day / Maybe the sun is shining / Birds are winging or rain is falling from a heavy sky.
— Box of Rain. Robert Hunter / Philip Lesh. The Grateful Dead
Gradually and deliberately historical weather patterns have been displaced by technology driven “weather patterns” of the modern world. Weather forecasters and meteorologists have been showing us maps for years. Systems, fronts, and storms displayed in color code and motion over the maps the world. They become familiar, and perhaps particularly interesting at times of severity. The earthy, organic, familiarity is more about how things feel outside. “Brrrrr… It feels like snow.” ,”The sky looks ominous, a storm’s on the way.”, “It’s going to be a hot one.”, Beautiful day; not a cloud in the sky.”, “A rainbow.” Weather vernacular; the small talk dialogue heard everyday, just like, “Good morning,”, “Good day”, and “How are you?” Climate, and its features permeate all being. It reflects in cultures, customs, and rights. Each climate’s historical features are born out in features of those that live in it. It is intrinsic. It is manifest in migrations, fur coat thickness, diet plans, hibernation schedules, and on, and on, in to a myriad of phenomenal aspects. The magnitude of the influence on the whole of existence can’t be overstated. It’s big.
Everyone has a relationship with the world around them, the climate that exists there, and the patterns about it. Intimate, romantic, relationships develop for many outdoor species, and people.. The subtleties (which at times are not so subtle) of climate and weather, and its patterns, are often endearing. The weather is like Nature’s embrace. It is felt all over, and it never lets go. So total is the presence, the energetic expression of the climate, that it is the baseline for each moment’s realization, whether one realizes it or not.
Storms command attention, and are often the set and scene of romance, apprehension, threat, intrigue, and mystery. Subtleties ground awareness ; a gentle breeze, slow rain tapping, dew mist rising in the sunshine, the softness of snowflakes muffling to earth. Nature has this rhythmic way of reaching the offspring of the Earth, we are of it and in it, it is meant for us and we for it. Interference with the weather is interference with most meaningful relationships, identities, and senses.. The modified “weather patterns” of the modern world is a sin. Weather manipulation, and modification, in the modern world has grown so greatly that it has reached the limit of assassination. Where the climate and weather go, so go we.
Late November 2024 here in the Northeast part of the U.S.A. a “winter storm” just came and went. On the way in patterned jet trails filled, filled, and re-filled the sky ahead of the encroaching clouds. This observable, never welcome, phenomena is so intense that it requires prayer and restraint to avoid cries of distraction, discontent and rage. Then the most bizarre weather begins happening. Without ever seeing the temperature drop to 32 degrees Fahrenheit, snow begins mixing in with the rain. 35, 36, 37,34, 33, and maybe eventually touching 32. The snow picks up replacing the rain. Cement snow begins sticking to the ground. In globs and pellets the frozen stuff begins to add up in the unfriendly form of instant slush. Slippery and soaked is everything burdened with the intense weight and presence of this stuff while plane after plane can be heard passing overhead, augmenting this latest unnatural disaster. These now, routine, desperate attempts at creating weather events demonstrate, in a nearly obvious way, that the monopolistic, sick-tech, kepto-class of industrial complex corporate nar-do-wells are grasping at straws to maintain their scurrilous grip on the levers of social/climate control, Oh for The Grace Of God may these be the last straws that break the camel’s back of these insidious efforts to deprive the inhabitants of the Earth realm of a most fundamental birthright; connection with the earth that bears and supports us.