https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyclone_Tracy
Tomorrow morning at approximately 5.30am Australian EST, it will be 50 years since the terrible cyclone Tracy hit Darwin. I had just turned 11 years old at the time and new to Australia. I had no idea what a cyclone at first, and I had only been in the country for 13 months, so everything was new to me.
On Christmas morning my brother and I woke up and went to open our Christmas presents around 5.30 am, as kids do. We had our little transistor radios with us and were listening to the news when the cyclone was reported.
I remember the shock when hearing of the destruction and deaths. I felt so guilty because I was safe in my home opening up my Christmas presents, and other children and adults had lost everything. How could I get my head around this? It most certainly put an end to any happy Christmas for me when I knew what had happened, Darwin was flattened. I ran through to my parent’s bedroom and woke them up, to tell them what had happened. I don’t remember their response other than just being woken up after a few hours of sleep. I remember the song, Santa never made it to Darwin, which came out after the tragedy. It gave me the chills and I couldn’t listen to it without being very distressed.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Never_Made_It_into_Darwin
I will never forget this terrible day as long as I live, and all this week cyclone Tracy has been on my mind, not actually realising it’s now 50 years ago. But just a feeling of foreboding and worrying about a disaster happening on Christmas morning again was bothering me. Let’s hope that is not the case, it’s more likelihood that the energy of the event that is being picked up on and I being very sensitive to the energy.
