Weather Gal — By Jone Victoria — September 2, 2009

Controlling weather is what I like to call “Big Talent”. As a child I was fascinated with the weather and how it affected my body. When late summer hurricanes formed, I could feel the barometric pressure changing with a strange hissing buzz inside of my head. People talking would sound like my head was underwater, and cause a slightly sickening feeling within my stomach.

Rain, depending on what kind it is, impacts me as well, always did. If it’s a torrential downpour, with thunder and lightning, the hair on the back of my neck gets all tingly and charged up. My scalp can feel the static electricity as it moves along the shafts of my hair to the ends. Not unlike Medusa, my hair gets all charged and my skin feels prickly.

If it’s a light rain, nearly silent and windless, then my lungs feel open as if I am breathing pure oxygen; it makes me giddy and high.

Pelting rain is refreshing and cleansing. I love how the water hits the pavement with such force it bounces back up into itself. Witnessing this, I wrote “Water popcorn bursts from hot tar.” …yeah, nobody got that, but isn’t writing really therapy for yourself?

Then there’s the strange weather, the weather that slips onto your body like a black oilskin Duster. The colors of a black, blue and kidney red sky blocks out light with a cloaked sensation. The dark energy rides on the swirling wind making you look behind you with the trepidation of seeing something other-worldly; something invasive that doesn’t belong. It’s the sense that you aren’t alone and that unseen beings have been let out of the gate from the Underworld.

When I was a teenager, I read that weather witches of old would dip their broom bristles in the sea and reciting incantations would raise their broom to the sky to call forth storms. One day I went to the Cape with my broom in hand (no, I didn’t fly there), and tried it knowing full well the forecast called for a clear, star filled night. Within two hours a storm came from an easterly direction and rained to beat the band. The power of intent.

Another time I was taught a song that was guaranteed to make it rain. I used to sing it quite a bit to keep in practice of storm raising — it rarely failed me.

Then there is using your mind to dissipate small clouds, or using your crystal weather wand to move large bands of cloud cover quickly, allowing the Sun to shine for your outdoor event.

Weather manipulation — some have it, some do not. America’s Got Talent, I laugh upon you.


Here in New England the weather is a constant topic of conversation — especially during those heat waves of mid-summer, or the wintry snowy storms of deep winter. We always check our weather shows (or nowadays our apps) to see if there will be a sprinkle of rain, or if there is an oncoming hurricane — a dusting of snow or a full blown blizzard. I’m not sure if this is the same throughout the States, but in New England weather is our one constant companion — the most frequently heard statement is “If you don’t like the weather, just wait a minute” — a paean to the capricious changes often happening without warning!

Of course, controlling the weather is a wondrous thing — I remember when our large extended family would plan a reunion — usually in the Summertime when most folks have time off — and I would begin my mental gymnastics in order to have good weather for the event! For several occasions, the day was sunny but quite hot 90 degrees F or more — and on one such reunion, my cousin Willy asked if I was focusing on good weather — I answered in the affirmative, and she said — well so am I — perhaps just one of us could try — and it would be sunny but less hot! We both got a chuckle out of that — and I left the weather for the other reunions in her able hands.

I have to admit to a checkered ability in adopting my own agenda with the weather; when two of my daughters were graduating and we planned a double party — I really wanted it to be sunny so we could use the outdoors and the pool — Mother Nature over-rode my requests and it poured every weekend for several weeks prior to and including our party date — on the occasion, our house was over-filled with family and friends (and even some drop ins), since everyone was so frustrated and burnt out from the many rainy weekends preceding our event. I believe it might have been one of the most successful and enjoyable times we ever had. Everyone was so happy just to be out of their usual routines, that they all were ready to party and enjoy every minute!   So perhaps sometimes Mother Nature knows best!


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