For the first three nights after the largest coronal mass ejection in the history of mankind, the aurora borealis was incredible. From one end of the
sky to the other the green, red and purple waves of light danced in a magnificent choreography only God could create. There was no part of the sky
that was left out of this incredible brilliance.
It was on the fourth night, December 20 that the dancing lights gave way to the blood red moon. It was on that day that I walked down to the gas
station just a few blocks from our house to see what news I could find out.
We lived in Crawdad, Wisconsin, a small town of just a few hundred people about an hour east of the Twin Cities. Although the power was out, our town
was still functioning. Two days prior to this I took the family for a drive around the area to see how widespread the blackout was and to find out
some news. We found out that it was worldwide. The power grid fell like dominos. Radio and internet were down as well. I knew at that moment that
it wouldn’t take long for law and order to fall apart.
We went home and decided to stay put and pray. We felt relatively safe in our small town. Our home was a split-level two story built onto a slight
hill. To the west, towards the Twin Cities, were several smaller homes at the bottom of the hill and out towards the corn fields. To the east were
more homes up the hill. Our home was on the outskirts of the town which sat to the north.
Thinking back now I wished I had prepped for all that was happening. I wished I had stored food, bought guns, stocked up on batteries, bought a ham
radio and well, you get the point. I suddenly felt a profound determination to protect my family at all costs. We had to stay in our home and hope
for the best.
As I walked the several blocks through town, there was an eerie stillness that settled upon Crawdad. There were people walking to and fro but in the
street. No one used the sidewalk. They were in their yards but everyone was off a bit. They kept to themselves and it seemed no one was interested
in the next guy.
And the quiet. It was disturbing. There wasn’t one generator running anywhere in town.
They readied themselves. They were as if it were the final day of our existence. The next day would be December 21, the day that prophecies
predicted the world would end.
As I got to the gas station I saw that Tim Johnson was in his backyard unloading wood from his pickup. He was tossing the chunks directly into his
He lived next door to the gas station. I’d known Tim since I moved to Crawdad the year before. He was the gym teacher at Crawdad Community School,
a small school that had grades k-12. The class of 2012 had 23 graduates.
“Hey Tim, what’s going on man,” I said to him as I walked up behind him. He startled a bit.
“Oh, Jack,” he looked relieved to see me. “You got to be careful sneaking up on me like that.”
He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t joking, not on this day.
“What ya up to,” I asked. I didn’t think he had a wood stove.
“What do you mean,” he paused. “You haven’t heard what’s going on?”
“No, I’ve been at the house with my head buried in the sand. Just hoping the power would come back on I guess.” He’s shaking his head, eyes
bulging at me like I’m the dumbest fool he’s ever spoken to.
“The friggin world is coming to an end, Jack, and if it isn’t, our president is going to make sure of it,” He said.
“Our president,” I question. I already knew there must have been a lot of frightened folks out there with the blackout, internet down and no way
to communicate. The brilliant northern light spectacle was enough to bring any man to his knees and pray for salvation, but what else had been
happening to make Jack believe it was his last days.
“Look, look here,” he stuttered. Tim pulled out a St. Paul Pioneer Press newspaper. It was dated for December 20, that morning. It had a large
roaring headline that read simply Doomsday?
Below the headline were four smaller headlines above their own columns. They each described four
major events that happened since the geomagnetic storm.
The first story said that more than a dozen major volcanoes exploded in the two days following the initial blast from the sun as well as another dozen
earthquakes above 7.0 on the Richter scale. Three of the volcanoes were North American.
“Mt. Saint Helens, man,” Tim said nervously. “”It exploded again and it was pretty bad.” The story also said that Mount Hood in Oregon, a
volcano that hasn’t erupted since 1866, blew its top. And then there was the Big Island in Hawaii that was now covered in lava because Kilauea, the
world’s most active volcano, exploded like never before.
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