Category: mythology

At the end of the day, I have to admit, I prefer this bullshit artist over that one.

Atmospheric technologies used to manipulate earth’s environment is geoengineering. On face, it is proposed to mimic the temporary planetary cooling effects of a large volcanic eruption. The 1991 Mount Pinatubo eruption in the Philippines would be an example of the scale of exhaust into the atmosphere the engineers talk about achieving. Geoengineering tech has been reported for decades. It is mainstream now. If contemporary reports are sewn together, some glaring contradictions stand out in my view. It is right now in the news that an estimated 26 million tons of dust has blown up into the atmosphere from dry landscapes. This dust is scientifically estimated to be hiding the real nature of earth’s climate change by reflecting some of the sun’s rays back into space. That’s exactly what the solar radiation management geoengineering plan is designed to do. Exactly. If governments are studying the possibility of deploying atmospheric geoengineering, what exactly are they studying? What gives? Sure seems like broken logic to add more reflective elements to the sky if all it’s going to do is mask a supposedly real problem. Geoengineering is also always sighted as being controversial for a variety of reasons. It can’t be localized and the elements have pollution effects all the way down to, and into, the ground. So given the dust and danger components now in the news, what else factors into an effective world view regarding geoengineering? Damning evidence if you ask me.

Micro-particle pollution is everywhere. On every continent. On every mountain. In every drop of rain. Inside the organs and tissues of people, and I’d assume all life. It’s in the soil and air. It is everywhere. The scale, scope, and prediction of the geoengineering fallout is upon us. In spite of the fact that we live in a world in which denial is an art form, the ubiquity of world wide pollution cannot help but get noticed. This notice has catalyzed the engine of plausibility in the world of corporate “journalism”. With growing intensity and desperation the corporate propaganda lords have to utilize bold absurdity in the alibi narrative. To their credit, they do it with a pretty steady conviction. We’re not being fooled, however. Not all off us.

Because the industrial powers that be have taken the time to describe, in detail, the engineering of atmospheric spraying, they’ve actually sounded an alert. If it looks like spray program and manifests as one too, it’s not a reach to conclude that it is what it is; atmospheric spray programing. Now it is seen renewed that all the reported observations and expectations is of a source which industry will not confirm, but some of us must point out. The thread of coherence is easy to trace, as far as I’m concerned. In the process of following the thread, certain notions begin to seem funny. When “science” first informed us of an ozone hole, we were persuaded that the contributing factors of ozone decay was not the jets flying up to, and into the stratosphere, or the rockets punching through it, but rather that it was you and me in our garages using cans of Krylon spray paint. That announcement always seemed odd. Now it seems ridiculous. The ozone tale is like an earlier chapter of the plausible alibi era that has us now getting report after report of progressively greater and greater failure. Desperate failure, in fact, in the attempt to explain the unexplainable, and continue to capitalize on the gullibility of an indoctrinated population that is as apathetic as it is trained. Unfortunately for the corporate creeps that have been intentionally filling the atmosphere with “dust” not everybody is going the compliance with authority route. Too many people are too awake, and with every new distortion report of the unfolding geophysical nightmare more and more people are forced awake. So to all those that would poison the world, and all of us on it, damn you for forcing us into this toxicity corner, and thank for making it so obvious.

As today’s high velocity tornadic psycho drama tears through the landscape of grass roots confusion and fields of zombie apathy, it might well be time we regard the depths of commitment to empathetic generosity with renewed style. Give freely of favor, friendship, care, and blemish free smiles. Give, give, and keep giving. Make beauty break back like wave after wave up on the shores of cynicism, disillusionment, mistrust, and corruption. Let waves of favor erode the hardened coastal ego crust. Clear rinse the composites of fear that have been laid down by the fairly disguised pornographers of fear. Flagrant fear pornographers have had the run of the mill ever since some ancestral genetic hacks insisted that slavery was the highest priority business model. The primal solution to this bizarre fit of cosmic selfishness manifest in our now inferno filled toxified terrarium is love. If one has it; It’s time to share it.

The redundancy and regurgitation THE problem(s) is at peak recognition. With every repetition the problem gets worse and worse. So with one last frown, it’s time to bid adieu to you problem. It’s been a period of living with an increasing angst, anger, and dyspepsia over the raging degradation of memories, moments, and hopes. One at a time try this little exercise. Grab the leaf of customary conventional acceptable norm and turn it over. Turn over the leaf of this spellbound perception that the agencies running our lives into the ground can at all be trusted for even one more second. It’s an ever monumental gestalt shift. How about living’as if everything up to this point has been a clumsy mistake? The mistake of handing our destined inheritance over to a cult of parasitic blood lust predators that have worked overtime for eons to convince us that we owe them our fortune. In this waste product schema of insatiable deserves, the lion’s share of all willful energies disappears into the cosmic black hole toilet bowl of tragic disappointment. The commode is flushed by a bunch of undead posers that never give back anything worthwhile for all the stolen favor. How bout we try living as if the customary boss has no jurisdiction? Tell your service to self homily walking..

A big way to live free now is to claim freedom and share it. Enough with living to hoard what the material dream suggests is a need. Screw that. It’s lead us up to, over, and beyond the precipice of disastrous shortage. The encouragement has been to live as if a fortune needs to be secured in some far off future securities fund. It’s all presented with this asinine competition objective of perpetual growth, while the organic world goes belly up. Ugh?! What a rotten disaster and a terrible shame. From here on in I’m giving a try at liven’ as if the real objective is charity. With all the certain imperfections the last word is less likely to be, “Give me that, it’s mine.”, and maybe, just maybe, some thing more along the lines of, “This is working for me. Would you like some?” And do it with some favor, an eased edge, and a smile. Start living’ as if we have good will toward the world and everything in it.

What’s the deal with these public people that had been so outspoken about telling us we are under perpetual threat? Telling us we had no other choice than, ” Do what you’re told.” With each passing minute it becomes more and more clear, in fact ridiculously clear, that the entire foundation of the messaging from these loud mouthed dictators is completely inaccurate, misleading, false, and wrong. It was audacious enough to man the phalanx of microphones all over the world and pin us down with weapons grade propaganda, but now with the evaporation of all trust in the so called science BS, all those talking heads that were running their mouths have gone mum. Forget naming names. I’m personally tired of giving power away to these puppets, and even more so to the puppeteers pulling their strings. So now we’re supposed to basically forget the recently past fear mongering that herded us into this sickness box, and move onto the next phase of being told what to do by another wave of “because I said so” people. No way!

It’s all one big colossal set up. Promises of profound reward are everywhere. It’s as if tech, and its ministers, have become refined in full. The total commitment has bourn down on the brethren without reserve. Total reliance, compliance, and allegiance is the only option. It is commanded of the many without question. It starts at the top. A top which as much a nadir as a zenith. Top bottom, bottom top. Lasting longly for those that have bit the bait of furthering hell’s parasitic message. Do this for those that deserve better than your selfish sovereignty, or suffer. Suffer your ignominy. Suffer your selfishness. Suffer your guilt. You should be ashamed of yourself. How dare you, dare you question, or think to resist. We are the proprietors of promise, and this is the way to get get right. Do it or else…

Those that have taken the deepest dive, however, into the abyss of disgrace are the purveyors of the fear porn we all call infectious disease, health, and Pharma. These agents of alarm and compliance are as shady as the most low down hustler. The karmic behemoth these individuals have developed for themselves is as inversely great as the false promise they’ve been pushing. The fancy allure that has people succumb to the temptation of greatness has to be blinding. As the gross pigeons come home to roost, I can only imagine how dire the nausea is to become for those now caught in the web they themselves created. Reconciling one’s contribution to the intentional interruption of others liberty takes the mighty weight of the entire material reward one was promised, and whips it down repeatedly with the ferocity and spike. When I engage in harming others I set myself up for the promise that I will eventually feel all the feelings my actions caused others to have to feel. Period. Set up and knocked down.

Look deeply. Deeply if you care. It is through the blood of the ghost revealed the world alternative she says we may invite. It’s true. It’s true. Old and the new. As the climaxed world we think we’re in thins, the veil between now and then dissolves. Faint we lay upon the ground. Gulping breathes of ground and suspending the nausea until the breath steady movement promotes meaning. We dream? Seeing a clear sight of another tragic minded despotic mistake. It’s Sitting Bull in retiring repose. Again the army makes a preemptive strike. Without reliability, without honor, without fair deliberation the death act spikes. Another genocidal shiver deprives the ignorant of bliss. Yet we look. Look deeply. See through the blood of the ghost which streams in blind space. Thoughts to erase and remember. Blasts of psychedelic fractures broker brightness of the furnace of forgiveness in the land behind time. It’s our leisure. Forgotten by a scramble of metric signals and false relations, and reminded with the love long features of the most favorite friends. Alive. Alive. Alive. Alive. So alive. The deep greens, spirals, and blues drape the apparently lost in remarkable hue. It’s the splendor reward of not forgetting the dream, facing a horror, and beating, pounding, thumping the ground with a blood line conviction of ocular compound. It’s the heritage you see. The beginning the end, ending begin. Liberty is at hand with enhancement and strength, while the forces of parasitism must freeze in the sand. Walking calmly and holding the space for all free who witnessed through the bloodline of a ghost just like me.

Two events side by side. Both focus on the topic of COVID 19, and the medical response to it. One seems really genuine with fact and evidence basis; the other doesn’t. One event is in Cincinnati on July 21, 2021 and the other in Washington DC on January 24, 2022. Viewing this Town Hall meeting in Cincy and the panel in DC together one after the other has resulted in a very real internal response. Some of these people are speaking from a place close to the heart. There is noticeable integrity. Where can you feel the gravity, in Cincinnati or DC?

This blog site originated out of a journal. The journal contained observations of the sky. What I believed I was observing in the sky was deeply troubling. The verbal complaining, railing, ranting, and raving was having a really negative effect on myself and on my important relationships. The planes that so often that could be seen leaving trails in their wake had become an obsession. Guess what??? They still are.

Thankfully, the journal has worked as an outlet of angst. This is a channel for the obsessive thoughts and madness associated with the awareness of geoengineering. At the end of 2022, I would say that the better term would be hyper-geoengineering. The enormity of the up ramp in numbers and amount of volume in the sky observable in this area is very large. I have a regular view of the I84 corridor from the NY/CT state line to the Delaware River. The vistas and sky views in all directions are, with rare exception, littered with trails. All year my commute has had me on the road. There has not been a single zero sum day. The cloud covered days shield the eyes, however, the imagination and mind are stimulated every time the sound of an over flight can be heard. There is no reprieve. The journal entry for the end of 2022 is this, the past month has seen the amount of sprayed material in the skies above our area increase tremendously. It has seemed like an onslaught before, and this has been an increase on top of that. In a word, intense.

All the commentary about the consequences of this much pollution can wait. Reports are popping up with regularity now regarding the toxic downstream effects of filling the atmosphere with engineering materials. There are also articles, and reports, popping up on the plausibility of trails behind planes, and their effects. Geoengineering isn’t really a fringe issue anymore. The ramifications are sinking in. The awareness is growing, and the obviousness is making it impossible to ignore. The level of environmental and ecological catastrophe is what we are going to experience. We are now. My personal tolerance level for this witness is increased by logging another journal entry. At the beginning of 2023 it feels like we have reached an incredibly high point of insanity. There are many elements of the modern world that are weaponized against the inhabitants of this world. The “pedal to the metal” acceleration of atmospheric spraying from jet planes is, for lack of a better way of saying it, right above it all.

The scales had tipped. Prejudice was running high. Everyone had their own ignorance and bias. Politicized perversions skewed all manners of observation and perception. Official instructions and news routinely contradicted itself, running a gamut of the mondo bizarre. Discernment had become a vaguery. Confusion prevailed insistently. Cynicism and doubt had become the forward guard for the vast majority, of people, that were plowing headlong into the endeavor of preserving a paradigm of decay disguised as “the way”. Absolutes of apathy, irrelevancy, imbecility, hostility, injustice, dishonor, and fraud were burdening the limits of tolerance and understanding for those that had not yet succumbed to the overload distraction hype. Nature is in balance. Lopsided existence has a term limit that will never be ultimately defied. Ordinary reality breaks down intermittently with falling renewal cascade, and the era of self service was crashing to term. Selfishness and self serving systemic social functioning had created a planetary vacuum. Into this vacuum is rushing waves of energy. Astronomers are reporting that Earth is receiving extra energetic waves, pulses, and beams from the cosmos. Make of it what you will.

Imagine the dream of spontaneous compassion. Organized, deliberate expressions of love increasingly pouring into an environment. Multi-various forms of aid, healing, friendship, and relief offered as help to any need. Like waves of grace energies of healing pour over all of us; over everything. Life, however, is still life, and the human maintains a quantum key; choice. Being offered help is one thing, accepting it is another. A prevailing sickness is going to make help threatening, unrecognized, unnoticed, unappreciated, rejected, and denied. Jaundice in the modern world of inversion isn’t easy to overcome. A world turned upside down and inside out by corporate agencies of heist operating in a vast void of conscience have devastatingly distorted attitudes about health, wealth, and well being. Capacities of feeling and sensation have been overtaken. Key, organic, reflexes of basic care and consideration for one and another have been overridden. The overall body of world society is not well. There is a prevailing illness and malady. A major, and rudimentary feature, of the malady is spiritual; energetic. There are healthy cells left in the sick body, and anything uncorrected can be corrected. The basics of every solution are built in to each and every problem. There is help. The most far out concepts are readily accepted in dreamscape. Reports of strange and persistent radio signals arriving at earth from far off in the cosmos is interesting. It makes me think that the race to the bottom, lead by corporate industrialists here on earth, is a panic move. Panicked kleptocrats that lost the genocide race, and know there are far too many dreamers that never went under the spell of apologizing for a nightmare. Real people that did not fearfully lose love of their fellows, abandon critical thought, were still willing to offer and receive help, and woke up in a dream of healing supported by waves of antidote energy streaming liberally all over as a counterbalance to epochs of exploitation which had nearly killed everything. A closing lotus will reopen.

…to be continued.

What meets the eye is one thing. What it is that is meeting the eye is another. There is much more than meets the eye, and the language used to describe the observable world is unreliable. The delicacy of describing what appears to be is lost. The power of language is, and has been, an exploitable resource. There are manipulative agencies that have leveraged language to further their own interests. Part of that leverage has dumbed down a mass of intelligence while those that hold that intelligence forget they have any. Communication mediums (languages) lose their verse, mode, and meaning while all of us using language lose the ability to describe anything. The power of language is lost on the average person, exploitation grows, incoherence and contradiction grow too.

For years now it has been pointed out that these planes flying around are leaving behind trails of trouble. The official vernacular has consistently mocked the notion that this is true. That is until today. While constantly using language control to control the truth, the official deniers of what meets the eye can’t out describe themselves. They fall into versions of description that literally inch their way into effective description, but we’re all too mind set to know anything about anything about what actually is. It is now being admitted, albeit in continuously lost terms, that jet planes flying around leaving “contrails” (their term) are doing harm. Hello?!

After pointing out that the forecast for eighteen hours of snow at temperatures above 32 degrees Fahrenheit seemed odd, I was given a weather breakdown about how temperature in the atmosphere make this scenario possible. So, what actually happened? Well it snowed alright. The longer it went, the wetter it got. Eventually the precipitation transitioned to rain. The total accumulation is about a quarter of the prediction, and the question of the forecast was more accurate than the forecast itself. So much for the apologetic breakdown. This topic would not have much meaning, in the big picture sense, if I believed that Mother Nature were in charge, and weather is unpredictable. That is not the case. I believe that a nightmare of Henry David Thoreau proportion is happening.

“Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.” Henry David Thoreau. The topic of weather modification, the aerosols that are used for it, and the effects are inconsequential to most. They are, however, very easy to research. It’s not like a hidden topic. While I was outside last night shoveling the wetenning snow there was a parade of flights overhead that could not be missed. Those planes could not have been all that high. They were loud. One after the other, after the other, after the next. Nonstop from 9:30 through 11pm. Then this morning when I went back out to deal with what’s left of the sloppy mess, the parade was still going. There’s no heavy traffic airport near here, and I’m frequently out there at all hours, and never heard anything like that. What’s clouded by those clouds on this stormy night is Thoreau’s black dream. Geoengineers are pouring it on these days. It was remarkable to witness.

One can speculate as to why weather control has become this desperate onslaught, but while we’re all wondering how long the next migrant train is, or who’s running for president in two years, or how fast inflation will slowdown, or how many stolen files are locked up in Mar a Lago there is atmospheric engineering running full throttle. As we were saying, many fallout elements of atmospheric engineering programs are reported on all the time. We just don’t connect them to the geoengineering program; in spite of the fact that predictions of the programs detail exactly the phenomena that is now widely observable. Whether it’s nano air pollution, contaminated rain and/or snow, micro plastics everywhere, epidemic algae blooms, rampant breathing disorders, or water freezing above freezing the down stream effects are on us. Chicken Little was right, and maybe not hysterical enough. The control sky of a crumbling detour from sanity has peaked. It won’t stop the desperate atmospheric control scientists from continuing their effort to create the reality they need, but we are way past the waste.