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So here it's strictly 'no conferring' I'm on my own to understand what
this place has to teach and why I have been so strongly drawn here. And
what I tune into, more and more strongly, is the fire in the earth, the
volcanoes. Since I got here I heard that the Boiling Lake is going to
blow. Perhaps in March or April. At first we heard of a few tremors
being felt in the South near Scott's Head. A few days ago there were two
articles in the local paper. On around the 6th March 63 tremors were
recorded in 13 hours. On the 1st March I believe there were 97 in 24
hours. The other article was about a simulation that will begin on 25th
March to evacuate people from the South, particularly the area of Gran
Bay. French and British vessels are said to be on stand-by. The paper
reports the scientists as saying that an eruption is inevitable.
Normally, I think, I would have been on the next plane out if I found
myself in such a situation. And strangely, that'd exactly what I would
be doing today, if I hadn't canceled that flight and re-booked for three
weeks later. So perhaps I'm flying in the face of Fate, willfully
overriding the signals from my intuition which are telling me loud and
clear that I don't feel good here, not at ease, not happy. Or perhaps it
has to do with not running away from fear, getting closer and closer to
the heart of the matter and learning how to ride the wave feeling safe
and connected.
Dominica is often rocked and shaken by great hurricanes, such as
Hurricane David in 1987. The possibility of a volcanic eruption seems
remote for a lot of people, and those that feel it coming appear calm
and unmoved by the thought. And yet, tonight, out of the blue one of the
beach boys said to me, "I had this thought when I was walking along just
now." "What thought was that?" "I could see clearly that the world is
going to end!" That was all. His attention wandered and he started
talking about something else.
It's late now. A couple of radios playing nearby. The crickets are doing
their thing. It's time to go to sleep. Tomorrow is another day. I hope.
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