Spray Day 10.19.17

spraylineIt’s been a while since I’ve posted spray day pics, but have no fear, the geoengineers are still at it.  There are rumors the heavy metal particulates in these man-made ‘clouds’ have intensified the fires in California.  I can only repeat what I hear, I do not know.

But I can look in my own sky and see this.  Spray begins.  Gorgeous blue sky.  Cool and beautiful.

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Spray continues. Skies get ugly, hazy and cobwebby.

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By morning there is heavy fog and I have horrendous allergies.

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I have not edited anything in these photos but the size in order to fit here.  The color of the sky, the crispness of the air, not to mention the beautiful clarity are so obvious I’m in shock and awe that folks still call ‘chemtrails’ and geoengineering a conspiracy theory.  Or that they can look at this ugly mess and think anything good could ever come of it.

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The artificial chemical induced ‘sun dog’.  Not so rare these days.

And to make it worse it continues still, I could take a dozen more pics right now as the sky gets further trashed by the hour.  If I breathe too deeply my throat burns and I start sneezing.

chemtrailI am grateful to the activists who have helped me understand at least some of what is happening here with ‘geoengineering’ like Dane Wigington, who continues to insist we all stop calling it ‘chemtrails’.  I’m fine with that, but I wish there was a word that describes what I’m seeing in equally derisive sentiment.  It looks like chemical trails, and it smells like them, too.  The various ‘scientific terms’ sound far too benign: solar radiation management, stratospheric aerosol injection, climate remediation,  ionizing the atmosphere, whatever the hell they are doing and want to call it, whatever, it’s not like I get a vote.

But if I did, I’d call it weather terrorism.

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Reclaiming Time (part 1)

I turn 49 next week. Nearly half a century here and I have recorded a good bit of my journey. My intention is to stick around a good bit more, most days I feel I’ve surely got another 50 to go.

Maybe no one, or more precisely, a precious few, care to read my records or ramblings. This blog is maybe nothing more than the diaries I’ve written from ages 12-45, only to eventually discard. That is on paper, easy to eliminate, by fire, or compost, or any other number of ways. My online ramblings are permanent, or at least their permanence or lack there of, is out of my control, completely.

It is sometimes like a daily offense, just that fact alone, yet I know I could walk away from it at any moment. It is seeped in a weakness I share with many others.  Monitor yourself vs stop monitoring yourself. Share yourself vs retreat inward. Public vs private space.

I feel I was pushed out of academia largely on issues concerning privacy—my own, and my students. Yet on the other hand, my life is quite the open book, much more than Handy Hubby appreciates, I know. In any case, it’s hard to complain when I’m glad it happened.

On ‘ratemyprofessors.com’ I’d had scathing performance reviews so much so I had to stop looking there after only two visits. That was many years ago and I’ve avoided my ‘public profile’ ever since, but I never lost my teaching jobs until I said, “No, I won’t do that.”

I will not violate my students’ privacy in this way.  I will not become their task-master.  Cheerleader is one thing, drill sergeant is quite another.  I will not step on this slippery slope of the complete surveillance grid, no matter how you try to sell it or push it.  I will not simply follow orders.  I will not accept whatever comes down the pipeline without question.

Indoctrination is not education. Social conditioning should never be the aim of teaching.  That was why I went toward academia in the first place, because I was apparently duped into believing that didn’t happen here. This was not McDonalds. This was not the Army.

Online now I see the world erupting. Academics and scientists dismissed readily as complete frauds.  Hollywood is satanic, the United States is a corporation under maritime law, elite reptilians rule over us all, the moon is a mirage, and the Earth may very well be flat.

And I’m one of the precious few who say, without a hint of mocking, ‘BRING IT ON!”

The weather is being manipulated, I know that for sure. I saw through the staged political-media theater since the Iran-Contra hearings. I lived in Mena, Arkansas and spoke with folks, and that’s all I’m saying here about that. I heard directly, first person, enough to make me understand reality as I had not before.

The weather has been weaponized. Our government was usurped long ago. Now connect those two dots.

There is still a denial in the general public to face the dire facts though they are surrounding us for anyone with the courage to look and discover.

I do not claim to be an authority, I am not, will not and never want to be. Indoctrination was never my intention and never will be.  That my intentions might be misunderstood provokes me to spend a bit of time and words unraveling . . .

I am a steward of this land, that’s what called me here. And for the next few posts I’d like to share what that means to me, for those precious few.

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Naked Sunday and redneck holiday fun!  🙂 🙂

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pensive and painted in pokeberry (summer 2017)

 

Motivational interview of the week, considering it’s a miserable 95 degrees again, after a few unseasonably gorgeous days feeling of fall:

http://www.geoengineeringwatch.org/geoengineering-creating-freeze-fry-extremes/

Homestead Love-Hate

I hate August on the homestead.  There, I’ve admitted it. I can’t stand pretending.  Sitting at the kitchen table looking at the last of about 250 pounds of pears, I could almost cry.

I’d like to sell it all right now and move to Fiji.  I imagine moving permanently into a rented beach hut complete with pool boy serving me colorful fruity cocktails all day.  Not processing pears.  Not plucking dozens of ducks.  Not gaping helplessly at the crops becoming engulfed, scorched, withering to their deaths.

Handy Hubby could even join me there if he wanted to, it’s not his fault after all.  The bugs, the heat, my aching hands, the better part of an entire nation on vacation, as if that weren’t bad enough.

Because then on top of it all is the garden.  Every year, the garden horror show, unrecognizable from a month ago, my annually recurring failure at keeping nature mildly tamed.

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In anticipation of my August mood, this year I planted loads of flowers at the garden entrance.  Flowers and puppies are just about all that’s keeping depression at bay.  Some are miserable in the dead of winter; I am miserable in the dead of summer.

cowpeasMowing stopped mid-way for stabbing arthritic pain in my wrists and fingers.  I don’t care anymore.  I can’t care anymore.  There are plenty of cow peas and a few ripe melons in that mess, if you dare.  After weeks at work, this is what Hubby must come home to, and rescue me from, furthering my shameful failure.

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Okra successfully outmaneuvering the pernicious grasses, but I don’t like okra.

 

happypig1The pigs still have their wee escape, and I have mine.

Puppy love.

Puppy pics are way more fun than chemtrail pics.

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I could be taking photos of the regular assault in our skies with the disgusting aerosols of climate engineering, as I was for a number of months.  Another failure it seems, because I can’t bare it, it doesn’t seem to be helping anything at all, except for normalizing abhorrent “science”.

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I simply have no more capacity or patience for folks who don’t, can’t or won’t see, or who don’t care, or who like, the whole-scale rape, murder and pillage of our planet.  When will it stop?  When will the madness heal?  When will a mass of mankind have had enough of bowing to their masters as they crack the whip on the laws of nature?

I’m on vacation alright, just like the bulk of a nation, it’s just a vacation on my window seat, directly under the a/c unit, where I’m grateful to continue my climate engineering research thanks to these more tireless and consistent deeply concerned citizens.

http://www.geoengineeringwatch.org/

https://stopsprayingus.com/

http://zerogeoengineering.com/

Part 21: Strawberry Fields Forever

The perception sorcery we find ourselves in

Awash in illusion, deception, sin

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Notice the ceiling.

 

Which flowers you grow laws rule

 

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Let me take you down

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Cause I’m going to

 

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Nothing is real

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And nothing to get hung about

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Living is easy, with eyes closed. Misunderstanding all you see.

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Always, no sometimes, think it’s me.
But you know when it’s a dream.

I think I know it means a “Yes” but it’s all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.

Married to illusion. What sort of glam-golem are we-they creating?

 

You get to see the pretty pictures.  But not the shit, literal shoveling shit, that went in to creating them.  A Walt Disney dream.  For every success, a dozen failures you don’t see. I don’t talk about.

 

This is what I really think, after many months of research into Geoengineering.

 

We are all now ruled by the cartoonish mentality of the technocracy.  They are trying to force upon us a reality based on illusion.

I want to thank the following folk for their work, which has helped me tremendously to navigate this fool’s path.  This particular journey may be over, but it doesn’t look like I’ll be able to move on too far.

unslaved

crrow777

thehighersidechat

corbetreport

1pacificredwood

geoengineeringwatch

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What a long strange trip it is.

 

 

 

 

 

Spray Day 5.25.17

I was pleased to be able to predict we’d have a spray day on Thursday after seeing the forecast on the local news several days before:  Rising heat, rising wind gusts, little rain chance except for isolated severe storm potential on the weekend.  “Ah,” I said to Hubby, “they will spray Wednesday afternoon or Thursday.”  Inwardly this does give me a bit of comfort, despite how much it annoys me to know we are all guinea pigs to these vampires.  At least I’ll know why I have an ear ache, head ache, joint pain and/or severe allergies.

To what do I owe my newly-found powers of prediction?  Psychic abilities?  Nope!  Thanks to a YouTube channel called 1PacificRedwood.

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Not normal clouds! Stop pretending or pay attention!

We have an innate reflex defined as disgust.  When we find something repellant, something repulsive and ugly, most likely, thanks to evolution, we can surmise it is not healthy.  I see ridiculous comments and memes trying to push this geoengineering acting as if it’s the better of two evils–it’s severe climate change, or it’s this unsavory alternative to cover the atmosphere in heavy metal micro and nano-particulates.

Where do we get to choose? To opt-out? I’ll take my chances that the SUV drivers of the world won’t ruin the climate if the weather terrorists just stop with their toxic wizardry, thanks anyway.

 

 

 

 

Part 19: Camouflaged

That’s not God!  That’s men!

Youtube channels about the crazy weather are popping up like weeds in the garden.  Quite a significant percentage of them are full-on fear porn blaming God for the bad weather and looking to Bible verse for answers.  And of course, solutions.  Those solutions, along with those of the New Age movement involve:

Adjusting. Adapting. Aligning. Accommodating. Acquiescing. Assimilating.

Not getting educated, nope.  Not informing oneself outside the advised spiritual texts.  Not observing and collecting data. Not questioning authority.  Not blaming a corrupted system. Not pushing back against the insanity happening in the name of god or science.

Solar radiation management (SRM).  Some say it’s bogus misinformation, a psyop.  Others say, no, it’s absolutely true, they want to block out our SUN!  They are already doing it!  ‘It will slow climate change,’ say the ‘scientists’.

Bad move, whether true or false, unless the true aim is to get folks really riled up.  We tend to like our sun.  Some of us even worship it.

Among the religious and spiritual types, if one is really serious and needs some actual action on behalf of his integrity, he can brandish a placard. Or, become a prepper.  In my experience thus far, only the latter has the potential to be self-empowering.

Otherwise, he can, as I have tried to do here, turn to science.  In our collapsing system there are two kinds of science: real science and biased science.  99.9% of the science the average person is exposed to is biased science.  In now several months of searching through the science of geoengineering and other relatable fields, I have confirmed for myself with 66.6% accuracy that even the real science is still biased.

And yet, a light at the end of the tunnel!  Trudging through the sewers of deception I realize I’ve honed some serious skills of discernment.  A most sensitive frequency now tells me who is making the call, God or Man.  I have come a long way; I longed to stop long ago. But I’ve held tough and the tricksters’ tricks have become more transparent to me, where before they were mostly blinding.

Accelerate, is what that tells me now. Radiate. Expand efforts exponentially.  Absorb the current intensity in the field and diffuse it toward my ends.  It is the final steps of one journey that create the impetus for the next.

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Our still-skittish new sheep–they know neither the nature of camouflage nor as yet the coquette arts that will soon have them eating out of our hands.

 

 

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Our stellar huntress strikes again!  She guarded her captured possum for several hours, but then lost interest.  In classic possum camouflage, it lay there playing dead for half of the day, and then sure enough, disappeared.
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What is it?!  A dead bee?  A spec of soil? Nope. I could swear I saw it move!  I showed Hubby, he scoffed and shrugged at first.  I insisted, look, it moved again!  We got out our magnifying glass, then our video, and sure enough, it’s an extremely well-camouflaged inchworm. WOW, now that’s some impressive nature.

Camouflaged warfare becoming blindingly apparent.  How will the public react now?  Best video of the week, not to be missed.

 

 

From the chemtrail Summit in Oregon, many more folks tired of the BS and amped up to make changes.