Living is easy, with eyes closed. Misunderstanding all you see.
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.
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.
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.
No rain, as I expected, only man-made clouds. According to some idiots on Youtube we are supposed to admire these Frankenclouds and find them fascinating and their creators marvels of science and engineering. Whatever. Where’s the rain?!
Chemtrail spray day once again over our area of East Texas. I was not able to get good photos because I was too busy. As has been the typical pattern so far after the spraying our temperatures increase, the wind gusts pick up and our rain chances are reduced. The sky becomes a whitish opaque and I get severe allergies.
You can tell the result of the spreading contrails are not normal cirrus clouds by the color and the ‘cobweb’ effect they create in the sky before leaving it a hazy silvery bluish-white.
Update: 5.16.17 The jets continue overhead over the cumulus clouds which should be giving us rain chances by the afternoon. According to the local weather forecast it will become clear by the afternoon instead. There are rain chances given for tomorrow, but I expect we will not have rain here.
Here is the only meteorologist I know of who is daily telling the truth about how our weather is being manipulated.
Lots of color to encourage bees and butterflies and me to enter.
I am selectively NOT weeding the Queen Anne’s lace (wild carrot) and cilantro from the garlic patch.
I’m intentionally doing that! Beans with onions and select weeds, quel horreur!
Broccoli and lettuces and tomatoes in the same bed? What madness is this?!
There is a science underworld that borders with pseudoscience where mavericks and rascals believe the world, indeed the entire universe, is holistic, not mechanistic. I’m fascinated by these courageous thinkers who have ventured into unconventional territory. I recognize the strength of character and conviction such a journey requires. Whether or not they are correct is, to me ,secondary, though I believe they are on the right path.
What I admire is that they strayed from the consensus, they escaped the group-think and the brainwashing of scientism, all while holding fast to a theory of a collective unconscious. At what point, I keep wondering, did they choose to deviate from the accepted experts in their fields and trust their own knowing? I’m so curious, because I seem to have arrived at that crossroad myself.
I’ve read many books by seasoned gardeners and farmers with great interest; I was a Master Gardner for a couple of years until politics got in the way; I’ve taken many classes, watched loads of videos and have now about six solid years of practical successes and failures under my belt. I can say with relative assurance that close to half of what I learned was wrong, or useless for me, or this particular region. In hindsight some of it was just a waste of time. Of course, there was much essential learning happening too, but I’m making my own rules in the garden now, based on little other than intuition.
I might be completely wrong, I’m sure I’ll be called totally crazy, but we will see how it goes. Considering the weather whiplash of this year, we are off to a pretty good start so far.
What’s calling me has many names that seem vaguely similar: companion planting, permaculture, biodynamic agriculture—it’s basically like organic farming on (natural) steroids. 🙂
There is a growing amount of literature on the subject and I will continue to peruse through it, for ideas and inspiration of what to experiment with myself. I get the very strong sense that what this field needs is more explorers, more rascals and mavericks, more little devils tinkering with the science-status-quo. I begin with one overarching position—the answer is not to be bought. The answer exists in the nature right around us. I need only slow down, focus, and really listen.
I had a lesson just today on how I am certainly lacking in that level of detail and attention. I was marveling for a moment on a butterfly that landed in the grass as I was walking back from feeding the pigs. How marvelous, I thought, and I squatted down slowly and got closer.
I thought how lucky and clever I was in that moment– Lucky that I had such time and appreciation of beauty to take extended notice and so clever that I thought to consciously memorize its details so I could later look it up.
I was so intent on it, I nearly missed the smaller, paler, but on closer examination equally exquisite butterfly laying still in the grass not even a foot away from his showy cousin. A very tiny creature, brownish and so more camouflaged on the just greening grass, but with perfect miniscule polka-dots in varied shades of blue along the base of its wings–but I could not find his likeness on any search.
Most certainly they were enjoying a tour of our garden. Did they also think it too wild and untamed? Weeds and crops growing side-by-side, on purpose?! Were they as incredulous as most modern avid gardeners would be of my methods in madness?
I’m sensing the butterflies saw it more like this.
But the weeds! They are choking and starving your crops! Are they? All of them? How do you know this, I now question. You see, the jumping jacks are delicious and gorgeous in a salad and they want to grow next to the onions. And the lady slippers and carrots growing side-by-side not only looked lovely, but produced the best crop yet.
The most unexpected, and it would seem magical, transformation I’ve experienced since beginning our rural life is my sense of smell has gotten very keen. So much so it’s become a disadvantage when trying to engage in the outside world. What I consider a heightened sense, a new level of sensitivity that serves me very well in my immediate environment, is called by modern scientists as a symptom of a brain disorder. It’s in the ballpark with phantosmia– I ‘hallucinate’ smells and over-register the strength of them, it seems. I bet they’ve manufactured the ideal medication to rid me of my new superpower. 🙂
This week’s bread crumbs:
Yogic Science ‘one consciousness’ = high consciousness? Not sure about that, but found this one interesting enough to include it. He made me wonder, when did the goal of spirituality become happiness? Somehow, I missed that memo.
You may call them simpletons, I call them inspiring.
“The most beautiful and profound emotion we can experience is the sensation of the mystical. It is at the root of all true science. That deeply emotional conviction of the presence of a superior reasoning power, which is revealed in the incomprehensible universe, is my idea of God.” Einstein
I’ve asked a number of folks what they think of my ‘gravity-free icicles’ photos from November, when the temperature dropped by 50 degrees in a few hours.
I’ve sent it to strangers with Youtube channels who I thought might be interested in this sort of phenomenon. I’ve had no replies from them. I did hear back from one friend whose simple comment has made the most sense so far. “It’s like the world turned upside-down,” he said.
It certainly is. It’s 85 degrees right now here on the wee homestead, yesterday I got stung by a wasp on the knee in the house. Ouch! Not only are wasps circling in this unseasonable warmth, we’ve been vacuuming up lady bugs by the thousands. I once thought lady bugs were kinda cute, now they are on par in my view with ticks and fleas.
“It’s great! I’m in my summer clothes,” chirps the choir, parroted across social media. Strawberry fields forever! Nothing to get hung about!
Adapt2030 says there’s a Grand Solar Minimum reeking havoc in the world, and it’s going to get much worse over the next years. A new Ice Age, it seems. Then there’s the Pole shift to consider. And Planet X, or is it Nibiru? Lots of speculation on all the weather craziness, obviously. And folks love to talk the weather, and I love to talk the weather with folks, until I say, “What are all those lines in the sky?”
What about the weather modification? What about the chemtrails?
When I look up this is what I see. I don’t like it!
What the hell is going on up there? This is considered “sunny” by the local weather man. All is normal, just a bit unseasonable. Why can’t we get any straight answers?
Oh, but the weather, look, it’s beautiful! 85 degrees in February! The pear trees are blooming so the bees are happy! Just get happy too!
Daffodils in January, stop complaining, what could be wrong with that?!
The pigs don’t seem to mind, look how they’ve grown!
What if life was just a game? Nothing is real . . .
Bingo! I knew it was just a matter of time and determination before I’d find someone who could explain what the hell is going on with the manipulated weather in layman’s terms. Scalar technology, ELF Waves, creating vortices with lasers, creating updrafts, manipulating storms with microwaves, directing and intensifying hurricanes, yup, it’s all there and it’s all happening and has been for years now.
In this must-see video Dutchsinse explains not only how the technologies work, but also why as well as debunking a few of the skeptics and disinfo agents.
I am one giant leap closer to understanding the photos I’ve been taking from recent weather fronts. I knew it had to do with something other than cloud-seeding for the simple reason that after heavy spray periods we are still not getting rain. We have however been overcast, hot and nearly rainless for months, except for the periodic and engineered severe and sudden temperature drops.
On social media a woman expressed her enthusiasm for the great scientists who are creating perfect weather for us all. Wow! The ignorance and naiveté apparently knows no bounds.
This week’s breadcrumbs. The list is long I know, but finally we’re hitting it with full steam!
Here’s the good news, though I don’t know who in the universe to give credit where such credit is due: I retrieved our precious pooch from the wild side.
Was there some Law of Attraction happening there, as I challenged in my last post? I can’t really say, but it makes for a great story. I found him with a pack of dogs, half of them feral. He was injured, limping and highly disoriented. I am still bringing him back to health, slowly. I am bursting with joy he is home, in any case.
Here’s the bad news. Geoengineering is the greatest shell game on earth. It’s a Psy-Op Supreme with all the fixings, being carried out from the very top of the pyramid with far more angles and rabbit holes, trolls and shills than anyone I’ve heard speaking about it cares to admit. It’s a cesspool of cons, collaborators and deniers, just like vaccines.
I am loathe to admit I have also been a loser in this shell game, but I’m starting to get better at it. For starters, I trust NO ONE now. I’ve been a fool, as I started out saying with this series of posts, on a fool’s journey. I’ve supported, in word and even with our hard-earned dollars, some of the very people I now find highly suspect. I will refrain from naming names at the moment, since I have no proof and no desire to slander, but do know I’m watching them all now with far more critical eyes.
I will retract one thing directly I said in just the last post, I will not be studying the work of Michael Tsarion with any more depth, it’s a dead end. I can add him to the growing list along with Stefan Molyneux, Alan Watt, Alex Jones, and several other shell gamers on whom I once wasted time. I now recognize ‘the scent’ of these players; I can hear their NLP tricks (neuro-linguistic programming); I can see their ‘cult of personality’ following and I am out of their loops.
Still, I’m not saying they don’t have some good tidbits to consume, they certainly do, otherwise they would not be where they are. For example, I think Michael Tsarion has some crucial advice about self-empowerment and his work about ‘psychic vampirism’ has helped me understand some of the nature of evil, how to recognize it and to root it out of my own life. His work in mythology and ancient history is also compelling, but lots of folks are doing compelling work in these fields and arriving at far different conclusions. The conclusions these folks are making is where the issue lies.
For example this fascinating researcher who looks like she’s doing some fabulous work debunking the sciences of anthropology and archeology. She’s turned me on to my new favorite word: Quackademics! Now that’s funny! And it’s so true, I can say that after spending over twenty years in the system—the number of blind order-followers there must surely rival the best armies. I listen for her data, her conclusions ring false to me, like all the others. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bk-o42NNQm4&t=63s
“The truth is precious. It is sad that there are so many in our society who have lost respect for it; people who have traded in their conscience and their soul for temporary financial comfort while sacrificing the stability and balance of the rest of the country in the process. The human psyche breathes on the air of truth. Without it, humanity cannot survive. Without it, the species will collapse, starving from lack of intellectual and emotional sustenance.” Tyler Durden http://www.zerohedge.com/news/disinformation-how-it-works
It’s not just sad, it’s devastating and disgusting. These aren’t just little white lies to keep from hurting someone’s feelings; these are blatant and brutal attacks on sanity and consciousness and nature.
From 80 degrees when I went to bed, to icicles when I woke up in the morning. The mainstream weathermen give this incredible shift some ridiculous new name so we think it’s ‘normal’ or at least ‘normalish’. What I do know, without any doubt is, our ancestors could never have survived with such rapid and regular temperature extremes. If the plants don’t like it, it’s not normal.
I’m not sure what spirits of the land ignited me yesterday, but I was suddenly driven to create my first wildcraft wreaths. We took a short walk and gathered my supplies: blackberry vines, eucalyptus, rosemary, bay laurel, lemongrass, rose hips and buds, and the ever-pervasive yaupon. (BTW, yaupon leaves browned and crushed makes a tea so similar to black tea it might even fool a real Englishman.) Within a few hours I’d crafted these little gems, no experience necessary.
I’m not saying they’d win any awards, but I had fun and I’m happy to be bringing in the natural beauty of the great outdoors and not be purchasing more imported artificial crap.
A few are convinced, as am I, that the creative force connects us to something greater than the self. There is an awareness that seems to imbibe a non-temporal, non-spatial state of being. I had no idea how to do this, yet I did it, without a coach, or a class, or any advice from the internet or my far more crafty sister. I did almost call her, I’ll admit. But then a still small voice said, “No, you’ve got this.”
I consider myself very lucky that my family and friends are not ones who expect gifts from me. But this Christmas I’m going to step it up a notch–I will purchase nothing, at all. I will forage and create. And who knows, in a few years maybe you will find me at the local Arts & Crafts fair, with my own stall, sharing my wildcrafts with other lovers of nature.
I invite y’all to rethink your purchases these holidays and consider getting crafty instead.