Weather Modification Matters

I am still and always in awe of the resilience of nature.  While we are still on the mend from spring weather chaos, the birds and the spiders are ambivalent, the flowers return, the roof gets fixed, the windshields repaired, the debris cleared, eventually.

But I never want to take this marvelous regeneration of nature for granted, because I actually don’t know for sure how far we can rule nature with an iron fist before we’ve gone beyond the point of no return.  I don’t think anyone knows this, and I highly mistrust anyone who says they do.

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That’s why it’s so important we as the public are informed on what’s really going on with the weather.

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In our case, planning and patience, and saving for the rainy days, have been key when it comes to us mere humans in recovering from weather catastrophe.  Three times now we’ve been able to practice, so we’re getting pretty good at it.  

Three times, three different locations, good situational training, right?  And we didn’t have to deal with injury or serious trauma, just run of the mill damages compared to the tragedies that millions around the world are being subjected to with ‘science’s’ drive to ‘own the weather’.  

I am humbled by the resilience of the enemies of these global tyrants, innocent victims not of Mother Nature, but of psychotic, destructive fellow humans who couldn’t care less that another town, city or village has been flooded, droughted, sprayed, poisoned, electrocuted, or whatever other nightmare they can inflict on the world’s populations.

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Handy Hubby is by far the number one reason why the wee homestead is making any progress at all in recovering after the spring ‘tornado’ or that I continue to trudge along in my own healing.  He is still clearing the topped and uprooted trees from just around our house, in miserable heat.  It will be another year, at least, before all the paths can be cleared and the fencing project continued.

I get to ponder and research from the comfort of the couch in the cool air condition those bigger questions, lucky lady that I am: How did this happen, again? What is really going on with the weather?  Is this crucial question of our crazy climate really just an argument between Believers and Deniers?

The well-framed climate debate continues on mainstream and ‘alternative’ channels, keeping folks well-honed in on the myth that the weather chaos is either: A. Man-made climate change or B. Mother Nature.

Both sides insist the science data is firmly on their side.  Those are the two prescribed swim lanes, to veer from them is to leave yourself vulnerable to every shark in the ocean. 

Where’s your data?!  NOAA says tornados are drastically reduced in numbers!  NOAA says there are no big hurricanes for a decade!  NOAA says the climate won’t burn up in 12 years!  Don’t believe the United Nations shills—they try to manipulate you with children! Believe US!

Seriously?  Is this a game of ping-pong?

70+ years of weather modification never hits the headlines and rarely hits the alternative circuit either?  

Yet just a few decades ago it was commonly mentioned in the news, by scientists and politicians.  I wonder why now, suddenly, so few are interested in the science of weather modification?  Why do the fields of weather science and climate science seem to rarely overlap, though they are clearly exceptionally inter-related?

For this reason too, it’s clear that a homestead without livestock is at a serious disadvantage for several reasons, not just ready fertilizer, but also “food” insurance, because a bad year of crops can turn into two, or more, and animals are less work, less reliant on the weather, and can get by on grass or in the case of pigs, scraps and forage, when required.

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Weather Modification Associations around the country are full of ex-military, isn’t that interesting, you’d think this would be a talking point for the media.

Crickets . . . Big surprise.

MIND GAMES: ‘The New Orthodoxy’, Blasphemy, Heresy and the New Inquisition – By Charles Hugh Smith — RIELPOLITIK

Source – oftwominds.com – “…Questioning the ruling rentier “solution” to climate change–carbon credits that trade like CDOs, securities, etc.–marks one as a dangerous heretic. Anyone questioning the rentier skim of carbon credits is labeled a climate-change denier, and run through the media/social media Inquisition…This is of course the full flowering of Huxley’s loving our servitude […]

via MIND GAMES: ‘The New Orthodoxy’, Blasphemy, Heresy and the New Inquisition – By Charles Hugh Smith — RIELPOLITIK

The Vice of Kings: A Book Review

The Vice of Kings: How Socialism, Occultism, and the Sexual Revolution Engineered a Culture of Abuse by Jasun Horsley

On the pervasiveness of child sexual abuse and trafficking in the global culture, Horsley’s book adds a critical dimension of insight.  Examining his own upbringing in elite, or at least wannabe elite circles, he weaves an intricate tapestry of how these deplorable practices have come to be accepted and even to proliferate in our modern era.

From the back cover: “The Vice of Kings maps the shadowy intersection between progressive politics, psychosexual research, intelligence programs, behavior modification, occult ritual and philosophy, and organized child abuse, to reveal long-term social and cultural engineering goals throughout the twentieth and twenty-first centuries.”

This book is a conspirology, to use his own terminology.  In it he takes the ‘whistleblower’s path’  which is a path I deeply respect, but which socially, as he rightly claims is: “the lowest and most despised station of all, a traitor not just to my class but to my blood—a dirty rat.”

“To bring it down to very simple terms, and to what I know for sure: The conspiratorial legacy I have inherited is that my father hated his father and was never able, or willing, to tell us why. He died still hating him, perhaps partially because he could never talk about the reasons why.  My brother also hated his father, and likewise died with (into?) that hatred. I am the last man standing, left staring at a powerful ancestral bond of hatred that, like Shakespeare, goes back countless generations. To begin to understand how and why this bond was created is to start to dissolve the hatred with understanding, which is the first stirring of love. But it also means looking more closely at the reasons for that hatred, and so finding the source of it.  And the closest, most immediate source is right here and now, within myself.”

He discusses at length the influence of The Fabian Society, well-known to conspiracy researches as the ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’ of social engineering groups, displayed proudly on their ‘logo’. 

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I became interested in his work hearing this interview on Skeptiko: https://skeptiko.com/jasun-horsley-socio-spiritual-engineering-392/

“The prevalence of child sexual abuse in our society is a bitter pill to swallow. The idea that it could be organized, systemic and intentional (part of a ‘hidden policy’) is a whole bottle of bitterness.  Correlation does not equal causation; just because we can map an interest in promoting the idea of child sexuality, or in prematurely sexualizing children through various forms of interference, or, most disturbingly of all, in using the psychological trauma (stress) of sexual abuse to ‘crack’ psyches open and thereby shape culture at large, none of this proves that widespread child sexual abuse is a direct result of these interests or agendas. But I trust even the most skeptical reader will allow for some relation between the two.”

I’ve found this book to be a valuable contribution in navigating the shadowy world of the swamp creatures where the culture-shapers roam.

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Totally normal, nothing wrong here, the kids love playing dress-up, that’s all.

Climate Hysteria + Agenda 2030

I was cross yesterday after watching Lester push the diamond ring poop story along with his ‘in-depth’ Climate in Crisis propaganda series.  I quipped ‘do the math’ in irritation, and that’s not nice, I don’t even like math, a lot of folks don’t.

So, in a calmer tone let me try to be helpful in a positive way, with a few hints in what those two stories are really meant to tell us, we of the subservient masses.

Diamonds, like the one pooped out in the national news story, are made of carbon.  Carbon credits are what we all must pay in the great climate change hoax scenario.  In fact, diamonds are not even rare, just like CO2.  Diamonds are plentiful and a semi-precious stone.  CO2 is plentiful but it’s water vapor, not CO2, which is our most prevalent greenhouse gas.

Diamonds are given value by the market, based on propaganda that they are rare and precious. Just like in the news story, we, the public, swallowed a lie.  Now that lie is coming back down through the pipeline in another carbon-based lie fueled by propaganda.  That’s my kind of math.

Tragedy & Hope Diamonds: The Jewel of Denial, Outgrowing Stockholm Syndrome

What does this have to do with U.N. Agenda 21/2030?  Because this is what the Climate Change hysteria is really about, it’s that simple.  Global governance and global control of resources are what’s required to enforce Agenda 2030.  They tie it up in pretty packaging, just like they did with the ‘diamonds are a girl’s best friend’ campaign, to get the public to buy it.

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In fact, what’s really causing the ‘climate chaos’ we are witnessing, which really is happening, is being carried out by weather modification/climate engineering.  Climate change is the ‘red herring’ of weather manipulation on a global scale.

The Weather Modification playlist at YT NeverLoseTruth is an ideal resource for those who still do not understand that weather is being used as a weapon against us in this and many other countries.

To make up for my crossness and frustration in yesterday’s post, please enjoy along with me this funny toe-tapper by Tim Hawkins!

MSM News Beats Comedy Central

Great fun, tonight’s show tops the week, I’d say, how about you, Lester?

Good stuff, very good stuff.  Loved that bit about the engagement ring, right, classic.

Indeedy-doodle Lester, pooped it right out, how about that.

Good skill in the presentation too, right?

Oh yes, but of course he’s favorite for nearly a decade now, very trusted.   Notice how he took the story from offer, to dream, to swallow, to poop, in the nightly news, nationwide, right before the ad, Lester Holt, really a professional.

Follow his series on the Climate Change Hysteria, big names there, good stuff, you’re going to love it.

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Seriously folks, I just watched this on the mainstream news that gets pumped through homes, businesses and airports worldwide.  A story about a woman who poops out her engagement ring after having a dream that she must swallow it.  That was the national news, with Lester Holt, just now.  Followed by the ad about Climate in Crisis, his current ‘in-depth’ series.

Do the math. Or just, help me vomit.

 

 

The Cost of Being Good Company

You sold the lie you bought the lie doesn’t really matter the lie is still the lie

Why we dance, to the song, or to the bullet

Aces & Eights, we do the hokey pokey, that’s what it’s all about

The game of fates, of soul’s lost-lost souls

paying the ultimate cost

Bored with the plants and the bees and the truely finer things

Driven to their greater, that they call the stars, life on Mars, mason jars

I had a once upon a time

At the very birth of the days of rhyme, and reason

And its nature, they are of season

Like the figure 8 times 9, like chimes

Me for you, and you for me, and all one big happy family

Should I catch a shooting star?  Should I bring it where you are?  I will.

The cost of being good company,

a dying pathetic cacophony of never could’s and never wills

I don’t like when they feel sorry for me

They just don’t see, it’s Persephone calling, and she needs my company

Don’t worry, I know her well

her cries and colors don’t scare me anymore

I know her toll strikes loud and hard

Her bite stings and her rhythm so slow

an excruciatingly low tempo

But, I dry her tears and she dries mine

and when the tears turn to sobs, she does not turn away

She is not afraid

There’s but one beam, or thread, how to say

The mind-buoyed

I know to trust, to bring me back up, someday

How do I know

It’s her colors, her subtle deep dark tones that tell me so

The dark gentle giant of the undertow

 

Misbehavior Is New Word for Abuse

As the lifetime actors in the Hollywood-Politiko class try to reign down their terror on anyone who questions their absolute authority we have on MSM the latest Weinstein’s piggery, or I guess it’s Epstein this week, left to digest during the dinner hour.  Yum.

”He should be spanked for his so HUGE Mis-behavior,” says the bleach blond tween posing as a news reporter.

“For sure! Nine spankings, and eleven Hail Mary’s! Right? Get it . . . the code,” says the greased up fat turd next to her . . . wink, wink.

Translation following, for the unhappy few in this asylum who miraculously still possess a set of standards and a moral compass:

Abuse is relative, you know!  

You got it!  One boy’s abuse is another’s sexual fetish.  It’s all good.

It’s really sad more folks don’t understand that. If you pretend it’s not abuse, then you think it’s not abuse, so obviously then it’s really not abuse. It’s all about perception management.

Yes, for sure.  They subject themselves to more abuse, because they can’t understand that their abuse was totally relative.  Why keep whining about spilled milk?  I mean like, you didn’t get your dick chopped off, right? Because, that happens.  And that didn’t happen to you, so I really don’t get why you can’t get over it already. Consider yourself lucky.

And besides, you know misbehaving can be fun!  I misbehaved in choir once, but it wasn’t really my fault, I mean, she practically ass-ulted me.  Really.

I sometimes fantasize I meet these assclowns celebrating some nonsense at a local bar with a small band of their mesmerized fan cult.  Two vodka sodas is just enough for me to say the following, without a shadow of remorse, laughing myself to sleep for days.

”So, do the folks around you in your life really put up with your bullshit on a regular basis?  I mean, they must right?  I’ve been watching you for a year and it’s like one con after another—denial, gaslighting, whitewashing, spinning, selective memory holes.  It’s like you’ve learned from a true master.  I imagine you must treat everyone this way, right?  I mean a person’s professional work bleeds right into their intimate life.  Every time I watch you I feel bad for the future man in his old age who’s going to have to look back at the shyte he did to make a living, and he’s going to see bright and clear what a douche he was his entire life.  That’s gotta hurt.”

Blank stare from the professional tele-prompt readers.

“And I can imagine how hard it is to keep all those plates of bullshit spinning! No wonder you have migraines and chronic IBS.  Sucks to be you.”

”Hey, but let me be a sport, ok, no hard feelings. I’ll buy y’all a round if you give me a bit of advice, it’s about my neighbors.”

They don’t mind being insulted, because they’re locally famous in this these rural parts, so they agree, just another crazy story to share on Instagram.

”So, here’s my problem.  My neighbor’s dog keeps killing my chickens.  This has been going on for a couple years now and the neighbor refuses to do anything about it, considers this to be my problem, for having chickens.

“Being the solution-oriented person that I am, I’ve got to solve this problem.  But, being a dog-lover I hate to shoot the dog, or poison the dog.  So, I thought what if I just break the dog’s leg, that way he can’t chase the chickens?”

Wide eyes and astonished looks from the peanut mob.

Greased-up fat turd replies and all nod in unison, “You’ve got to give up your chickens, DU-UH!”

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