Thank God, we survived Hurricane Milton. To be honest, I live on the east coast of Florida in a little town called Titusville. It is a bridge away from Cape Canaveral where the Nasa rockets launch. It’s rumored that we have Native mounds to keep us safe constructed by early Natives called the A’is, possible descendants from the inhabitants of Atlantis. (I’ve never seen these mounds, but I’m sure they’re here somewhere.)
It is also rumored that one of the many reasons NASA chose this site was because these mounds protect us from the worst of the storms. These mysterious mounds are also linked to Mayan prophecies regarding space travel. The A’is moved to Vero, Florida, so the entire costal area between Cape Canaveral and Vero Beach are protected by the mounds, so we seldom take a direct hit from a hurricane. Whether these mounds exist, or existed, we here in Titusville get to reap the benefits. If you watched the news, you’d see how Hurricane Milton stayed the course from west to east, then when it got to us it split and the brunt of the storm went north and south of Titusville and Cape Canaveral. Once the storm passed Florida, it merged back again until it fizzled out in the Atlantic. Hmn, makes you wonder.
Don’t get me wrong. The outer winds from the storm were plenty severe enough, trust me. When the storm ended, I discovered a rain forest on my roof and enough branches in my yard to build a hut.
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But, I was blessed when I realized my home is not in a flood zone. We lost power for 10 hours, and cable for 48 hours. I spent the time lighting candles, reading my well-charged Kindle, and even showered with the last of the hot water.
Then the power returned and I turned on my TV. That’s when my pity-party abruptly ended. I witnessed the amount of devastation that took place on the west coast of Florida and couldn’t believe my eyes. Seventeen people went to meet their maker due to this storm. If it wasn’t for the massive evacuations there would’ve been far more lives lost.
Even today, once heavily populated cities on both Florida coasts are still without power, they still have floods as high as their roofs, destroyed cars & homes due to the 41 tornadoes that hit, and the damages continue to rise. People are squeezed into shelters, being fed by the goodness of restaurant owners & food trucks, because they have no homes to go back to. Pets are homeless. The residents can’t work. They can’t travel. They can’t do anything, but wait for the Florida sun to soak up all the water, and replace what the Gulf of Mexico bombarded the west coast of Florida with on October 9, 2024.
The citizens of our beautiful coasts of Florida will rebuild. We always do.