{"id":22043,"date":"2012-07-09T21:09:20","date_gmt":"2012-07-10T01:09:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/static\/?p=22043"},"modified":"2012-07-10T13:16:05","modified_gmt":"2012-07-10T17:16:05","slug":"aurora","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/2012\/aurora\/","title":{"rendered":"Aurora"},"content":{"rendered":"

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—Calvin Luther Martin, PhD (Autumn 2002)<\/p>\n

Low on the northern horizon, a faint white light forming.\u00a0 Even as the night unfolds, this light forms.\u00a0 Amid myriad stars.\u00a0 There is no moon.\u00a0 Pleiades dance in the east, seven—I count seven.<\/p>\n

Black except there, on the northern horizon, low:\u00a0\u00a0faint white light gathers itself.\u00a0 “Now it ripples, now it murmurs, ripples, it sighs, hums” (Quiche Maya, “Popol Vuh”).\u00a0 Constellations wheel slowly, night sinks into darkness.\u00a0 The light grows, glows brighter, sending silent fingers arching across the sky to the very dome of heaven.\u00a0 Then—ripples.\u00a0 Huge cosmic ripples.\u00a0 The aurora comes alive, flowing into the vault of heaven, sending long jets, volleys of light.\u00a0 Rippling, discharging, immense.\u00a0 White, green, some red.\u00a0 Half the night a shimmering tissue of light—jets, streams of cosmic matter.<\/p>\n

All this above this mountain pond this autumn night.\u00a0 Loons call—a rippling.\u00a0 Barred owls growl and scream, echoing strangely through spruce forests.<\/p>\n

Was it this way at the beginning of creation?\u00a0 The Maya say it was; the wise men, they say, remembered and wrote it down. \u00a0“Whatever might be is simply not there:\u00a0 only murmurs, ripples, in the dark, in the night.”<\/p>\n

This autumn night I witness creation again.<\/p>\n

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—Calvin Luther Martin, PhD (Autumn 2002) Low on the northern horizon, a faint white light forming.\u00a0 Even as the night unfolds, this light forms.\u00a0 Amid myriad stars.\u00a0 There is no moon.\u00a0 Pleiades dance in the east, seven—I count seven. Black except there, on the northern horizon, low:\u00a0\u00a0faint white light gathers itself.\u00a0 “Now it ripples, now it murmurs, ripples, it sighs, hums” (Quiche Maya, “Popol Vuh”).\u00a0 Constellations wheel slowly, night sinks into darkness.\u00a0 The light grows, glows brighter, sending silent fingers arching across the sky to the very dome of heaven.\u00a0 Then—ripples.\u00a0 Huge cosmic ripples.\u00a0 The aurora comes alive, flowing into the vault of heaven, sending long jets, volleys of light.\u00a0 Rippling, discharging, immense.\u00a0 White, green, some red.\u00a0 Half the night a shimmering tissue of light—jets, streams of cosmic matter. All this above this mountain pond this autumn night.\u00a0 Loons call—a rippling.\u00a0 Barred owls growl and scream, echoing strangely through spruce forests. Was it this way at the beginning of creation?\u00a0 The Maya say it was; the wise men, they say, remembered and wrote it down. \u00a0“Whatever might be is simply not there:\u00a0 only murmurs, ripples, in the dark, in the night.” This autumn night I witness creation again.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[157,175,16],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22043"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22043"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22043\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22043"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22043"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22043"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}