‘The earth rumbled, all was frozen, life was nowhere.‘

During the whole summer, Sun had hidden behind clouds, as if she did not want to see Earth. Wind rested in his bags, causing smoke and steam to stand like pillars over houses and pools. This made the air become dreary and dull, and neither joy nor pleasure were in the hearts of people.
In the midst of this stillness Earth began to tremble as if she was dying. Mountains split open to spew out fire and flames, while others sank into her bowels; and where there had been plains before, mountains rose up.
Many people were buried alive, and many who had escaped the fire later perished in the water. Not only in the lands of Finda did mountains spew fire, but also in the Twiskland.
As a result, forests burned one after the other, and when Wind came from there, our lands were covered with ashes. Rivers changed their course, and at their mouths new islands were formed of sand and drowned animals.
Earth suffered like this for three years, but when she recovered, one could see her wounds. Many lands were submerged, others had risen out of the sea, and half of the Twiskland had been deforested. Bands of Finda’s folk came roaming across the empty spaces, and our dispersed people were exterminated or became their allies.

Oera Linda Book / Jan Ott