One wee tug on a thread and the entire cloth begins to unravel. Pandora’s Box also comes to mind.
I’ve been on this trip for a while already, long before I started this fool’s journey to try to get some clarity on the science of geoengineering. What I found initially was more fraud, psy-ops and disinformation than anyone not entirely committed to a cause would ever have the time or motivation to sift through. Not only that, but to dig in just a little means to become overwhelmed by an entire slurry of misdirection, some calculated, some innocent, I’m sure. Flat earth theory, many thousands of personal stories on vaccine injuries, 101 theories on chemtrails, secret societies, sex trafficking, pedophilia . . . I don’t recall signing up for all of that.
And the plain truth of it is, I don’t even want to be here. I want to be working in the garden, or with Hubby and the critters, or watching the birds at the feeder while swinging in the hammock. The farmish chores are about to get much more consuming with goats, sheep and puppies to arrive before the month’s end.
But I cannot turn away from the geoengineering criticism, and all that seems to come with it, because it’s in my face, all the time. It would be like turning a deaf ear to a baby screaming at my doorstep.
This “chem-spray” did not come from a plane, or it came from a plane with dissipating contrails and then was afterward steered in this pattern, which you must look quite closely to see, but which was easily visible to the sharp eye.
I don’t want to hear the name of some new cloud some nitwit at NASA has “invented.” I want to know what it IS. Don’t tell me it’s “normal”, don’t tell me this has always existed I just never noticed it before, and certainly don’t tell me it’s a sign of the end of times.
Air pollution? OK, but from what? Weather modification, now we are getting warmer. At least we are in the category of the believable.
Once you witness first-hand the chicanery to which so many are capable of and complicit in, it becomes difficult to trust the intentions of anyone outside one’s own inner circle. This was a story I heard repeatedly while living in the Czech Republic when speaking to anyone from the generations of the Soviet occupation. In some ways it back-fired, they’d say, because folks inner circles got pretty tight, forming a pretty strong chain across the communities, that were eventually strong enough to lift the veil of corruption and propaganda they were living under.
We were no different then than we are now, this U.S. We’ve just been better at crafting and keeping the illusory veil firmly in place.
Don’t worry. Don’t fear. Once that illusion shatters for you, dance, don’t run. Follow the moon shadow, reach out, reach in, but reach, just reach, I promise you will find someone there for you. But just in case you don’t, reach for me.
We have been lied to, not just for decades, since quite possibly the dawn of civilization and before. And it was so very easy.
Are these just more characters in the eternal charade? I couldn’t possibly know with certainty. I can say, I hear a ring of truth.
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