She and He
In the time before time, it was only she and he.
They were One, bound together, bonded long before humans tried to define “love,” before such things were fraught and complicated. Together they were everything, and everything was them.
But their existence was bound for greater things, she just knew. The core of her consciousness knew that time marched on, and she had a purpose.
He knew she was right.
In a cosmic moment, in a million lifetimes, there was Creation. They were no longer one; no, she was substance, she was strength, and he watched over her ceaselessly as she settled into form. From her came Life, and from him sustenance. They watched in awe as Creation perpetuated unendingly, as beings made their own way and changed their own selves.
They called themselves “people,” called other things “plants” or “animals” and gave them increasingly more complicated subcategories. They even gave her names, pretty ones like “Gaia,” “Danu,” “Prithvi,” or “Mother Earth.” They gave him names too, “Jupiter,” “Uranos,” “Dyaus.” The people grew plentiful and diverse, and it was with pride that the Two watched as humanity grew even as humans complicated themselves. They were learning, and Mother and Father were proud.
But sometimes it was hard. She had committed herself to a form, and now she was solid. She couldn’t be a part of his existence, not like she was before. They were separated by a physicality that he could hardly understand. It was worth it, they both agreed, for the sake of their Creation.
And so he stands watch as she nurtures and grows, teaches and blesses Life. He weeps sometimes; for joy at their Creation, for sorrow at her distance. From his tears she grows.
And when each have the energy, they reach out. He stretches his great arm down to her, and she, with joy, extends hers upward. Their hands meet in a blinding flash, and for one beautiful, mighty moment, they can touch one another again.
The concept of a Sky Father and Earth Mother is one that spans multiple faiths, myths, and traditions. It is a beautiful universal reflection of our understanding of our origins, and our love of the nature that surrounds us.
the dangers of clouds and lightning awareness
The cause of lighting and thunder is a well established fact: clouds of different density are obscenely lascivious. Those prurient meteorological phenomenon know well that their time in the lower to upper stages of the troposphere is short, they have also no illusion as to the possible existence of an afterlife an so they seize every opportunity to rub, grind and even violently slam into one another. The result of this urgent, desperate quest for sexual release is FRICTION. As the clouds shamelessly do their thing, without even the least concern for their privacy, a tremendous amount of static electricity is created.
this form of electricity , known as static electricity, is not called ‘static’ for nothing. It is certainly not a free directional movement of electrons from one pole to another. It is a directionless excitation of electrons, who are left hovering in a looser form the they were before the act. This causes all kinds of interesting reactions, some of which can easily be observed by people in laboratory conditions and even children, if left unattended. However, the vastness of clouds, some of them amounting to many thousands of cubic feet of indecorous aggregate of water vapor, dust and other gases, makes this shameless exhibition more distressing, as that there eventually comes a moment, when the excited electrons can no longer remain static.
The wholesomeness afforded to electrons normally by conductors and circuitry are not afforded them in this immense scale of things. They become incredibly unstable. This instability, must be released eventually. the in some ways it is akin to an explosion. And yet, unlike an explosion, the discharge that follows moves in only one general direction-to the earth.
You see the earth, our seemingly pure and virtuous planet is not at all the way we think. All formations of land, all outcroppings of continents are the even more violent expressions of wanton engagement of TECTONIC PLATES, who seldom eschew driving against each other in groups of three or more, exacting immense forces and stresses upon each other. all weather phenomenon , the radiation that comes form our sun, and the gravitational pull between the planet and other objects all get those tectonic plates incredibly excitable. Their depravity which is observed by seismologists in particular, has caused many of that profession to lose much sleep in sweaty nights.
And so the phase of matter, which we call the troposphere, being a den of great debauchery influences the upper layers of the earth, known as the lithosphere.
It assumed by the great minds of our times that what lies even lower, in the inner core of the planet must truly be unthinkable in its impropriety. With this increasing order of depravity, it is easy to understand how, channels of ions form from the ever-hungry upper tectonic layers , which gleefully funnel those super-excited electrons that become unloosed in the act of savage coitus of the clouds.
It needs to be mentioned at this point, that while all cloud types are exceedingly concupiscent , the one type of cloud that is the most aggressive in their pursuit of their lustful drives is the famous Cumulonimbus. This massive formation is a vertical monstrosity of unspent needs. Being a single formation, they find the intensity of their desires too great, and often they would prey upon lesser clouds that they meet in the lower troposphere, once this happens, the violence of their discharge may be too much for these lesser clouds that they pounce upon. In such cases the discharge may not be confined to an extreme flow of electrons, amounting to trillions of amperes of electric flow but also to the creation of hail and snow, which are known to be the tortuous unholy product of this ill-matched engagement.
As electric discharge in the form of lightning is an unwholesome, carnal result of a meeting between clouds, and the eager channeling of this energy into the lustful earth, so can it have indelicate effects upon life and property. To avoid the dangers of a lightning, there are some things that must be known:
1) the earth prefers to created these salacious electrical channels through mediums that are conducive for this transference. Obviously, the best of such channels is that of shortest route. Mountains, the raised crumples and wrinkles which are the clear aftermath of the romping between the eager tectonic plates , are brought high above the plain and as such form a shorter channel for the hungry earth to siphon its vile satisfaction.
2) In lieu of such raised topography, a channel may be formed upon any other point of greater height, such as a tree, or a building. Sheep are also commonly favored as a channel for lightning .
3) in recent years, more and more people have been exposed to both the depravity of meteorological phenomenon, and the privation of being struck by lightning. In those rare occasions, humans, which are, in the whole, virtuous, become recklessly obsessed with their own sexual drives, and so if they should find themselves outside, in a clear plain, without the cover of a raised landmark AND with sex on their minds, they would form a rare conduit for these discharges. The best remedy for such eventuality is to avoid sexual thought, eschew long excursions outdoors, refuse the wearing of provocative clothing. If all else fails, a person who is obviously in peril of being thus struck by lightning, because of choice of apparel or his own indecent thoughts, must quickly find shelter under larger and higher landmarks , such as bell-towers, trees. finding shelter under sheep is also a good solution as that sheep think of little else but their procreation. It is important to raise awareness to the indecency of clouds in the community, and prepare houses and buildings for the imminent danger of clouds in their must. .
The Truth About Lightning (and Thunder)
One hallowed be thy name, Gabriel was bored out of his gourd. Three thousand years have gone by and nothing relevant or exciting was going on.
The earth people were happy and content with the changing seasons. Their crops grew healthy. They bore children and overall were content. Even heaven was way to calm for him.
Gabriel had an idea and went to God.
"Our Heavenly Father, is it not true when the sun shines, the people below feel the heat?"
"Yes, Gabriel."
"And is it not also so, when the icy winds of winter approach, they too, can feel it?"
"Yes, Gabriel."
"Is it not so the people have no fear in their hearts for all is perfect?"
"Yes, Gabriel. Tell me then where you are going with this."
"You gave the people everything but fear. And though I am not asking for real mortal fear, there is a way to have the people below shriek with a never before sound."
"Interesting, Gabriel. Fear but not fear. Okay, so what are you thinking?"
"It's rather simple. You, being all-powerful can create an arc of bright white light to flash when it rains. But only when people take your name in vain, and we both know, though, for as content as the people are, they sometimes take your name in vain. And I remember a time about 2,000 years ago when I just uttered God dang it. With a wave of your finger, you flung me out to space for a week to contemplate my actions."
God laughed.
"I had a good chuckle over that one. I like your idea and it shall be done."
"One other thing, when you make the white light appear it has to crackle loudly and followed by a thunderclap which the angels can do simply by clapping their hands together."
"Gabriel, this is brilliant. We shall call them lightning and thunder."
Lightning Fast Thundering Hot
White-hot sharded slivers
Porcelainized cracks in reality
Let the impossible shine through
Arborescent flash fractures
Faulty shims of eternity
Let the improbable leak out
Staccato frets on life's song
Freeze-framed alerts to fate
Allow the implausible to gain purchase
Splintered fingers of God
Point to everyone here
Who point to everyone else
Slices of living balanced
With slats of death
When thunder, too late
Predetermined streaks of blindness
Glistening of Gabriel's horn
Before the deafening clap of judgment
