The slave ships from Africa brought a precious cargo -our Ancestors. They were transported over to the coast
of South America and dropped off on various Island plantations in the Carribean, the Gulf
of Mexico and finally on the South Eastern coast of the U.S.
A hurricane is born in Africa over warm water and follows the same path that our Ancestors did. Could the
energy source of that storm system be born of those African's who did not complete the passage? Is the unpredictability
of the hurricane a conscious force made from the combined awareness of the lost souls of Africans
tossed into the ocean because they were troublesome, sick, dying or dead? Is the hurricane's
electric force and destructive power an emanation from human souls whose bodies were discarded
like rubbish into the Atlantic?
Is it possible that the power of the hurricane is the energy released from souls whose human flesh
rotted and was picked away from WET BONES, bones of wrists, necks and ankles that still drag the weight
of rusted iron manacles, souls who no longer possess a body but strangely somehow are
not completely dead, souls hung and stranded between the shores of Africa and the
Americas, in a limbo world
positioned between the physical dimension and the astral worlds, between *a rock and a hard place*?
Souls whose bones can never dry out in their watery grave are restless so they rise as Spirit from
the bottom of the ocean, over and over again, relentlessly re-tracing the path of the ships,
the trail of torture as they lament for loved ones and friends left behind in Africa and the companions
who shared their pain in the Great Tribulation. Is the strength of hurricane systems over the Atlantic Ocean
their fury toward those who abused, raped and tortured them on the high seas to finally toss them into the sea without
ceremony?
Can it be that the Storm Itself is a Holy Host that is exacting a heavy penalty fee, a fine that is
paid in human lives and vast destruction. Is this a form reparation? There is a deep connection
between Slave Trade Routes, the path hurricanes take over the Atlantic and the bones of the dead
on the bottom of the sea.
