Trust the detour. You do not know what is up ahead.

That time we got struck by lightning. Another day in the Texas life.

The lightning bolt of life, and I its champion.

My partner and I were on our way home from our “baby moon” a few weeks ago. A super corny saying, I know. We wanted to get out of town and do something fun before our family grows by one whole person.

I am currently 8 months pregnant and on my way to becoming the mother I never knew I wanted to be. Life always gives you what you need first, then what you want…if you pass its lessons of course. At least that’s what I’ve learned about this mad world.

We decided to head home a day early. We couldn’t sleep another night on that godforsaken mattress in that hollow room. The reviews failed us. I would rather sleep on the floor with a fussy fetus inside me. So, we packed up the car and headed back home, excited for our own beds and ventilation in the bathroom.

Side note: Good fucking god! It should be illegal not to have ventilation in the bathroom. Why isn’t it illegal?! My partner is a bear!

Texas is funny.

To me, Texas is oddly comforting with a futuristic feeling on progress within technology, business, human interactions and family systems. All the while, nursing archaic laws and closed minds regarding women, children and their bodies because “Jesus.” (ref: any political post of the past year) The oil and gas industry is a motherfucker too. Fucking cocksuckas. R.I.P. Gulf of Mexico.

Dimensions collide here.

It really is it’s own little sovereign nation pretending to give a fuck about the other 47 continental territories or “states”.  Well, I guess it doesn’t even pretend now does it?

I was born here but I did not grow up here. There is something held in the blueprint of a native Texan that is akin to an ancient stone carving or a piece of masterful Amish carpentry, intentionally unbreakable with a larger than life presence.

Don’t mess wit it.

There is honor here connected to the land and its many historical battles for liberation that live inside the hearts and minds of the native Texan. The Wild West is alive and well my friends.

(Mexico is currently trying to take it back and I don’t blame them. I want my shit back too. My ancestors are screaming in the background, “Save Turtle Island!”)

About 2 hours into our ride we entered a hellscape of rain, thunder and tornado weather. As aforementioned, I did not grow up in Texas. I grew up bi-coastal. I was present for the 89’ earthquake in San Francisco, the 91’ Oakland Hills Firestorm, as well as multiple blizzards and floods on the east coast. I have handled some of natures nastiest dramas. However, never once had I been near or around a tornado. This was some weird middle earth shit to me.

These times they are a-changin’.

The sky was a brownish-greenish-gray with low cloud cover. Elephants and walruses coming down around us, ‘cats and dogs’ just aren’t sufficient. This energy gave me pause. There was something happening, a psychically connected warning. My partner grabbed my hand, looked me straight in the eye and said “We are going to be okay.” With his smile and gentle touch, I softened. You couldn’t knock this man over in a hurricane. Go team apocalypse!

Trust…its what’s for dinner.

Around 19:30 on that rainy lower dimensional highway we saw a flash. Like a bullet moving past your head (another experience of my insane past), a bright light within the blink of an eye that accompanied a BOOM!

Zeus’ shot gun had blown the circuit board.

A massive truck next to us carrying longhorns or some other gigantic animal, witnessed our electric connection. It started swerving in and out of our lane.

Oh shit, we done pissed off the cows!

Only in Texas.

The electronics in the vehicle went haywire, flashing and spiraling while the horn began honking on it’s own for what felt like 2 straight minutes. The brakes were completely useless as my partner navigated us to the shoulder. My hero.

The electric charge of that lightning bolt pulsed through my bodies, all of them. I grabbed my belly and asked our unborn child without panic, “kick for me”…so she did. Our little angel will probably have superpowers…or come out licking light sockets, we shall see. A premise to a superhero movie?

I sat in my beloved silence for a moment or so and asked my inner channel for truth.

“Why had we been stopped?”

The answer was clear, “You do not know what is up ahead.”

I trusted that. I had to. There is always a reason provided if you wake the fuck up, emotionally disconnect and zoom out. My path is protected, I fought for that inner knowing. Even if it meant inconveniencing me in the short term, I knew it was correct. Violet Blood.

(Fun Facts: Both my partner and I have had multiple experiences throughout our lives where lightning struck directing in front of us and/or around us affecting our equilibrium and our bodies. I was on/near a tree as it was struck, on 2 separate occasions. My partner was watching TV and lightning came through the window and zapped the TV, on another occasion it was his fireplace.)

True hue-man energy is a lightning bolt.

We called 911 and ended up spending the evening at the local firehouse. 3 tornados touched ground around us that evening, multiple cars were stranded in flood waters while the brave men and women left us at the firehouse to go help them.

We were having trouble finding someone to drive the 150 miles south to come pick us up, on a Sunday night, in tornado weather. There was no Uber or Lyft in this dimensional time-loop of a town. So, we sat and waited. We knew we would be taken care of.

About 20 minutes into our stay a couple of women showed up: a twosome of beautiful smiling sisters. Drenched from head to toe, they glowed with their own inner lightning bolts. Our angels had arrived. They announced they had also been struck by lightning as well, in a brand new fully electric vehicle, go figure. Fuck yaself Elon!

One of the women was kind enough to offer us a ride back home as they were traveling in the same direction. Her husband was on his way.

I don’t believe in prayers the way most people do but I do believe in having cosmic conversations with the energies around you and intentionally magnetizing what you need, when you need it. You are the miracle waiting to happen.

Universal Law of Attraction. hint: not found in self-help books.

As we waited for our ride home, we gorged on the generously provided spread of pizza and sweet tea. We were so grateful to the firehouse for their hospitality. The pizza was from a less than desirable pizza chain (I know, I’m a snob), but I knew I could “Purple Peach” each pizza box for the safety and security for all that would be ingesting the fake cheese and paper-towel crust slices. As usual, it worked! Everyone was safe and accounted for that evening.

We got to know each other on the ride back to civilization and found out there was more that connected us then separated us. We were even pulled over for speeding on the way home because, why not?! The weirder the better. I intentionally commanded, out loud, “No Tickets. No Tickets. No Tickets.” The wonderful husband of our lightning angel deserved better, because I said so. So be it, so it is.

Fast forward 15 minutes, would you look at that! No Tickets.

We arrived home exhausted and wired, a very weird space to sit in. For the next few days my body felt the lingering charge of that lightning bolt, rewriting my code for the next level of energetic evolution. All of my vitals, and the baby’s, were solid, there were no physical issues. However my skin, my bones, my blood were all sore and vibrating like I was plugged into a universal light switch…again.

Trust thy power source.

Being of true hue-man lineage means walking the path of highest energetic resonance, within and without. In my reality, there is no coincidence. We were in a pickle and were provided protection because we trusted. We did not panic. We were not afraid. We never gave up our personal power. Trust.

You are the lightning bolt.

It’s incredible what a little trust in your own power can do for the circumstances you may find yourself in.

Once upon a time a little Texan birdie told me, “Most people are good when given the chance to be.”

We all deserve the chance to be.

We can all become like lightning.

The Purple Peach

P.S. I will not be buying any lottery tickets.

Please comment if you or someone you know has been struck by lightning and survived, mainly so I can stop feeling so fucking weird. Cheers!