Little Fluffy Clouds – Cloud Meditation

We have literally hundreds of proverbs and superstitions relating to the sky, in particular clouds. From predicting the out come of the weather to provoking vivid pictures of flying saucers, but for millennia specially skilled people have used and even manipulated, some claim, the weather for a form of divining.

In the fifties and sixties before the discovery of chaos theory people everywhere excitedly chattered of a new age, an age where we controlled the weather; where we could seed clouds to make rainfall or even create the opposite effect, no longer being a slave to the elements but rather there master. In those days the potential looked immense. We may have demystified the science of the sky to a small extent, understanding some of the how’s, where’s and why’s, but with the arrival of the newly discovered chaos theory these dreams of weather control vanished back into the realms of superstitious myths and legends. Once again a more holistic view steered, but reinterpreted into the modern philosophical concept of the Gaia hypothesis, viewing earth as a biological organism in its own right, self regulating, self healing, and predominantly chaotic. Within the parameters of the chaos theory no possible or impossible possibility can be ruled out.

Possibilities like reports of cloud dispersing by the control of psychokinesis (PK) maybe taken into consideration. However these reports are inconclusive and as sceptics quite rightly point out, most cloud formations scatter of their own accord within 15 minutes or so, so it rather depends on which side of the fence your sitting on, or which possibility your more drawn to. However shamans and other wise people from around the world claim to have been able to commune with and induce change to the weather “gods” for thousands of years.

Everyone recognises the clichéd image of the shaman clad in a buffalo-hide, rain stick in hand, chanting his rhythmic beat to the “Wankan tanka” the great everything. In a book called “Black elf speaks” the narrator at the end of the book takes Black Elk (a holy man of the Oglala Sioux Indians) back to the planes of his lands(just the two of them with the old mans son) that he had fought for. In an apparent drought through ceremony it began to rain. Only within the last few months there has been a report of rain-makers in Roraima, quenching a drought, extinguishing much of the fires in the rain-forest region. Coincidence?