The Whispering Wind

Sarcha was a shaman who was to lead her people to find food, water and safety. She was to use her skills, not in the tropical rainforest jungles, but to escape the concrete jungles that had now become one of the harshest environments to live in.

She needed to still herself. No matter what happened outside, she knew to focus on her breath. With the intention to see beauty in the light and dark, and to unconditionally seek to manifest the greatest good, she controlled her breathing that controlled her heart and mind.

She remembered when she first heard in the whisper of the wind. Her grandmother, her mentor, had taught her saying,“When you feel fear, get in a meditative state with no distraction. Breath. Find meditation in motion, stillness in every moment. Enter the holy lake of greatest double light, where light from outwards and inwards spin together. Then the cosmos will cocreate in synchronicity. You will find that serendipity supports and compliments your intention and planning. The wind will take you where you should be.”

Sarsha did as she had been taught. She had been educated in the tools to help her tribe moderate responses to the ebb and flow of a breath and nature and fellow man. She knew the steps to resurrect the power of the wind.

The air was still. She felt as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean. The doldrums were upon the region. Global temperature changes had reduced the differentials between the poles and equator, resulting in more extensive periods of doldrums. The Dunkelflaute events- the dark winds- once only occurred during midwinter -when weak winter winds coincided with the solstice minimum solar emissions. Now, the low wind speeds of the doldrums had become associated with unpredictable violent storms in her region.

The doldrums usually occur in the Intertropical coastal Zone, ITCZ, pronounced the “itch”, but it had expanded beyond the waters and lands of the Maritime continent between the Indian and Pacific Oceans, shifting poleward because of climate change. The Itch zone is the major heat source for the entire global circulation system. It also contains high concentrations of fine aerosol particulates of acidified black carbon caused by wildfires and biomass burning used to clear land for cultivation. The particulates were known to lead to premature death because of infiltration in the lungs. Particulates settled in rains that degraded limestones and stung the flesh and eyes and damaged plants.

She needed to protect her tribe, the young and old who could not tolerate the deluge.Her breath was to conjure up the beneficent spirits of the winds and lead her along a magical mystery tour.

She smiled. Her path was not imposed by will but directed by a greater spirit. She was following the Fairy path that holds the substance of Feng-Shui, letting forces which cannot be seen or grasped harmonize individuals with their surrounding environment.

She was walking along the corpse roads, where spirits travel the earth, in straight lines. The contrary nature of the oblique motion of invisible winds carrying hot and cold, wet and dry air brought the howling winter winds, pelting rains and snow that were soon to fall onto the dead lands.

She followed the principles of habit. She felt the craving, and expected the response that would trigger her brain-dopamine levels to spike and provide the reward that reinforced this habit as one of success. First, to identify and label her mission, she thought about what held deepest personal value to her today. Safety. Her mindset shifted. She was aware. Her senses were engaged. She identified an image, that was positive and optimistic. A bird leaving a cave and diving like a ray of light.

On average one car traveled down the road each minute. When they went the speed limit, the sound seemed to rock , moving in a breath, inhaling from lowest to highest as it approached and exhaling from highest to lowest as it went away.

She remembered more of Grandmother's message. " Flow with the rustling leaves of the trees. Follow them. The Incas refer to the Ceques or spirit lines on pathways that lead to the summit of Holy mountains. The Mayans referred to the Sache, and Bolivians refer to the Anasazi roads, the Germans refer to the Hellige linien in the area of Teutberger Wald, the heartland. The Aborigines know the Tjukurrpa or Altyerr path seen in dream time, that explains how life came to be co when creative gods the ancestral beings shaped and reshaped the world, revitalizing energies and creating landscapes, plants, animals, and laws. Animals know the lines. Observe them and sense what you must learn."

A car passed and swooshed away these thoughts. She came back to the present and savoured the lingering magic of the gentle westerly Zephyr winds, associated with summer. She looked up and heard geese clucking, communicating they were searching for food to eat and shelter as they created a check mark in the sky over the early autumn fields.

She saw the bright light on the clouds shaped like dragons, floating over the trees shaped like dragons. Dragons are said to chase the pearl then carry, guard and protect the pearls between their teeth. She knew she was following the dragon-lines, that moved with the moon and planets. The dragon, formed by the differentials in pressure, changed with the repeating patterns of solstices and equinoxes.

Sarsha recognized that it did not matter if these lines are aligned by random chance or folklore inspired since prehistoric times. These Meridional lines influenced the layout of Roman roads along the where people travelled, and where cities were often established on hills that overlook rivers and man-made wells of natural mineral or spring water sources.

A car went by, over the speed limit. The wind escalated a panicked warning. Time slowed down. She knew she was looking for the archaic stone structures, and stone recessions that transmitted the timeless message of nature’s powers shown at a level above the common, everyday existence.

S he climbed up a steep hill, along what some call the devil’s path, used by the devil alone, to retreat from man, and others call the path of the giants who formed caves and built tunnels. She found herself at the table of the devil, found in many places throughout the world. She was invited to play a version of Diabolo.

She needed to swing the string of the Chinese yoyo shaped like an hourglass, that forms the symbol of infinity, with the two cups representing the past and the future light cone. She was a cleverly wired and trained member of Mankind, a terracotta warrior, modelled of clay. She knew the breadth of the devil’s path, and had the ability to stay on the road of the Golden Mean while spinning the light and shadows of darkness. With agile adaptations, she spun the wind calabash fast enough to hit the sweet spot that resonates through the ages.

She felt the slightest breeze blowing across the sky. It made the trees shiver and birds twitter. She allowed her soul to act as a spiritual automaton, that spontaneously retrieved the ancestral memory by listening to the wind and the genie held in the breath that cycles with time.

She felt like piece of light-weight tracing paper, that when cut on the diagonal, horizontally or vertically and placed in water, curls in different ways.

Sarsha had been taught to use Psithurism, the rustling or whispering sound of the leaves in the wind. Psi follows the wave when an imaginary number is squared to get a real number solution. Thurism a suffix that means uncountable. Sarsha accepted that Psithurism holds a divine magic.

Using the "magic" of science and mathematics she could recognize patterns that were often neither heard not seen. She was naturalist who could access the miracle of white magic, thaumaturgy, meaning wonderworking. She saw mushrooms in circles and companion plants that supported each other, as well as healing herbs.

She knew silence was not an empty void, but a moving stillness, where messages are transferred along the fastest route through the earth. Using the power of right relationships she heard a voiceless message in the wind.

Perceptions were rendered intelligible. She was able to move according to a universal harmony that provided providential order in which everything happens for the best. She saw Green Men, figures made out of natural material such as leaves or twigs, that hinted at how she needed to adapt her human psyche to understand the alchemy of a higher power, a higher plane of existence.

She needed to go slow and observe any clue as to how to foretell where and when food and protection could be found.

The distant stirring of air created the tone of a sirens horn. Shortly after, a truck went by. The wind sighed heavily. There was movement in the bushes. She saw a blind mole sifting through the dense surroundings, looking for a safe place, knowing what is to come and getting prepared. She saw beyond the present. She went undercover. She crouched down in a protected area.

A strong brief gust of wind cut the air with the slice of a scythe and rang across the countryside as a typhoon and rafale, multirole fighter planes, flew over.

A momentum tunnel of a cloud front followed. It prepared the path for the future by pushing the past ahead, with a force that rattled the leaves like a snake tail, warning of danger.

The chemically laden rain began to drop. They dropped as tears that released the oppression of the doldrums that had settled when the prevailing trade winds of the north blew southwest and collided with the southern hemisphere’s driving northwest trade winds. Historically, ships were stranded for days or weeks and ran out of food and fresh water to drink.

As the storm raged, the rains became the access port to sympathetic magic. There are moments when there is a mystical connection between emotions that mimic nature, and nature that responds to and mimics emotions.

Her village depended on her. They needed the storms, the water to be neutralized and the wind that powered their portable wind turbines.

When the storm passed, Sarsha saw with the eyes of an innocent child. A similar cause produces a similar effect. She noticed the stones, plants, insects and animals. Once contact has been made with other parts of the world, and a relationship she called love formed, communication was possible at a distance, even after physical contact has been severed.

She saw animals emerge from protection they had found in the vertical banks. They return to grazing, seemingly unphased. A kingfisher, genus Halcyon, dove and brought food back to its nest, recessed in a vertical bank. The kingfisher was said to charm the wind and waves. These were the halcyon days, characterized by happiness, great success, and prosperity, that held the final golden glows of an idyllic time, from the past.

Sarsha felt content and grateful for her powers to be present with nature. She looked ahead, and saw a cave. It was deep and a tunnel led to a pool that held fresh water. This was where she would move her tribe to find food and safety from the rains and the bombers. Here she could hear the winds could whisper and accept their gifts.