The Tipp City Tornado
of 2022:
I was lounging in my
backyard pool with my son when I felt an odd energy start to come in. Looking
up at the sky, I could see fast moving clouds coming in that began to look a
shade darker.
Getting
off my raft, I continued to survey the sky. My son, floating on a raft right
next to me, stuck his arm up, into the air and said, “Mom, we have 3 hours
until the tornado hits,” spoken with a very serious face, unlike a seven year
old. He swam over to me and took my raft.
“Where
are you going with that?” I asked him still in shock over what had just
transpired.
Turning back to answer
me, after he had reached the first step, leading out of our in ground-pool he
replied, “I am getting the stuff out to of the pool. We have to clean up, Mom.
The tornado is coming.” He moved fast and was quite firm.
It
was the summer of 2022 and my son was seven years old. I had never seen him
this serious before or had seen him clean up on his own. “Something is about to happen,” I thought to myself. Normally he
was the happiest kid you ever saw and never sat still. His seriousness, along with
the clouds quickly coming in over my head, were quite frightening.
Suddenly
the wind really came in and was blowing hard and fast. My son and I worked to
get everything inside our storage area swiftly before the rain started. We ran
around the backyard and pool, gathering up toys and floats.
Inside my husband was
watching the local News and confirmed with me that it was defiantly coming. And
sure enough, the timeframe our son had predicted was correct. We had exactly 3
hours until a big storm would hit us and we had a Tornado Warning.
I looked at my son and
he said, “I will get dressed Mom and start helping Dad bring down the pets to
the basement,” Still in his serious mode but I was grateful. We have several
pets and 5 in cages. So my husband needed the help.
I
took a fast shower and got dressed. I heard my phone start to ring and reached
for it. I saw it was one of my out of town friends, so I answered the call, and
explained the situation. I told her what had happened with my son in the pool
and how we didn’t have much time left. This friend knew of my gifts so I
thought she would understand. I also thought she would see why I had to go to
help bring important things down to the basement before the storm. However, she
did not seem to care, she just kept talking.
Out
of the blue I heard a male voice that I knew very well. It was my good friend,
a spirit named, Jason. He was a relative of a great friend and client of mine.
Sometimes he would come to check on me or help during an emergency or bad
situation.
Not
thinking clearly about why he was suddenly in my bedroom, I said, “Hi, Jason,”
greeting him happily, forgetting briefly about the storm at the moment.
“What
are you doing?” He said to me in a stern manner. I had never heard him sound so
upset. Swiftly I got up from my sitting position in my bed where I had been
talking to this friend on the phone.
“Jason is here!” I
exclaimed. This friend knew of Jason from the past, I had told her about a time
when he had come to see me and it was important. So I believed she would understand
now that I had to go, and it was dire.
However,
she got excited instead and started asking him a lot of questions,
enthusiastically.
I saw Jason walk over to
my bed-side stand, ignoring her presence, and soon saw my light atop of the
stand flash on and off by itself. My jaw
dropped as I heard him say, “Get off the phone. That girl is selfish! Get the
pets and everyone to the safety NOW!” I have never seen Jason that angry before
and I had known him for years. I knew at that moment, “it was coming” and this storm was going to be very bad.
“I
have to go!” I exclaimed. “The Tornado is coming and Jason is saying to get off
the phone and go to the basement now!” I said and hung up the phone. I didn’t even
wait for a reply. Grabbing everything important as fast as I could, I made my
way down with my family to the basement. We turned on or TV to the News Channel.
Soon we saw that the News
reporter had zoomed in on a road next to our neighborhood. It was so
freighting, we all gasped in fear. I looked at my son with worry in my eyes as
he took my hand in his to comfort me. I could still see his very serious expression
on his face as he looked at our television. I also felt Jason in the room with
us, which gave me some comfort.
My
husband and I exchanged looks, he normally tries to pretend he is a
non-believer in what I do, but that day he knew from what my son had said in
the pool earlier, and from his serious demeanor still, as well as Jason’s visit
upstairs, that something was happening that he couldn’t deny. He looked at me in
fear and then looked at the news reporter again on television.
“Wait
a minute folks, this just in,” the reporter said, lifting her hand to her ear
to listen intently to what was coming in. Soon she looked at the map in front
of her and you could see her face change into a concerned expression.
My
whole family paused and waited. Swiftly my son lifted his hand again in the
air, just like he had earlier in the pool that afternoon. “It just skipped over
us,” he said without delay, as he looked away from our TV. “It’s heading
towards Tipp City. It will destroy Meijer,” spoke the seven year old. Then he turned
and looked at me. “We are safe now.”
“Meijer?”
replied my husband to my son in surprise as our child pulled his hand down from
its position in the air, and placed it in his lap.
“Yes, Dad, it will hit Meijer
and more over there, it will be bad. But we are safe now. Just watch, you will
see,” Spoke our son and turned back toward the News on TV, where it looked like
the reporter was about to speak after waiting for more information.
“Okay
Folks, I have been informed that the path has turned. It is now heading towards
Tipp City!” said the young female reporter.
We
all, including our daughter, two years older than our son looked at the young
boy as he smiled back at us all awkwardly, feeling the spotlight on him and
liking it, very much; said, “I told you guys.”
“If
you are in Tipp City off 25A, near Meijer Distribution Center please take cover
now!” The reporter warned her audience on the News. “The Tornado has now gained
momentum and is moving fast. Take cover now!”
A few
minutes later, a male voice broke in to speak to the young female reporter, “We
have reports of flying debris and we have just heard confirmation from a caller
that the tornado has hit Meijer.”
We
all gasped again in unison as we looked on at the News horrified in disbelief.
“He
was right!” I said aloud and looked around the room at my family. “See Mommy,”
replied my son, “I told you. Poor Meijer, but I knew once it shifted, we would
be okay!” He said to me with a twinkle in his eye, as he cuddled up close to my
arm for snuggles.
Twenty minutes later, we
all sat on couch listening to the aftermath reports from the storm come in on
the News when my son suddenly exclaimed, “Okay, we can all go up now, it’s
over!” with so much self assurance in his little voice. He stood up and started
up the basement stairs with all of his stuffed animals’ in hand.
Shortly after that, we all gathered in the car
and drove toward Tipp City where Meijer Distribution Center was located. As we
got closer to Meijer, we saw that half of its roof was gone and caved in. You
could see debris from the ceiling of Meijer all over the road for miles around
Tipp City, and a house near the Distribution Center’s yard was a mess.
You could see the
owners trees had lifted out of the ground, as well as their telephone poles and
wires. All were knocked down and were laying on the ground in their yard. There
was a huge picnic table about 8 feet long that was stuck in the people's wires
and their roof was clearly torn to pieces. The people were outside their home
looking around their yard in disbelief. They were lucky to be alive after that
event, and you could see they saw evidence of that as they looked around their
property.
From
that day on, my son has predicted many storms and knows when to go the
basement. We never hesitate or question him; we just get everyone downstairs as
fast as possible.
I am
so grateful that my son said that the tornado was coming that day and that Jason
came to tell me to get off the phone. I
especially paid attention to the fact that he called my friend who was on the
phone, “selfish.” Years later, I found out that she was not the person I
thought she was. A life lesson was truly
learned.
Jason
is a huge protector, I have woken up several times in the night to see him
sitting by my bed, in what I call, “protection mode.” I would ask him if my
angels had sent him to watch over me to which he would reply, “Yes. Now go back
to sleep.”
I am so blessed Jason
is in my life and comes to help me. I only have known him in his spirit form,
but he is such a blessing in my life and I will always be grateful for our
friendship. I know someday, he will greet me on the other-side when it is my
time to go home.
Then
End..
-Rosella
C. Rowe
