Finally! This courageous wizard of a man has found a way to get the information about geoengineering/weather modification to flow upstream and downstream with his mountains of material soon to be complied into one enormous website from three separate ones of over a decade of research. He’s one seriously impressive dude!
It all starts with awareness. I hope y’all will check him out, and spread his wealth far and wide.
Or, if you don’t have 30 minutes to spare and share, how ‘bout a song? Do you really want technology controlling our weather?
The geoengineering/weather modification is destroying lives, property and our environment. This is now clear to millions of folks around the world who are getting educated, standing up, and speaking out.
But millions will not be enough to change this course, we have the biggest multinational corporations, governments and militaries around the globe against us, and against the entire web of life.
Like this landowner, who goes by Swamp Boss, we have also been losing trees at an astonishing rate these last several years. This is absolutely not normal by any stretch of the imagination and any landowner paying attention knows this. Our forests are being poisoned.
I try to talk about this with folks—friends, neighbors, family—I even hand out flyers, and I get blank stares and eye rolls for my efforts, and rarely do I get a single question or look of concern. It’s baffling and upsetting and I’m really peeved at the lack of care of those around me. That’s why I spend so much time alone gathering evidence from folks I’ve never met, simply because it’s too painful to not find like-minded individuals, so I seek them out, even if only in cyberspace.
There is plenty of information out there and if more folks don’t take an interest in the actual world around them, the natural world, we don’t stand a chance.
I really wish I knew what the magic formula would be to get folks to look up from their games and fiddlesticks for long enough to realize all our lives and livelihoods are in danger, and we are at war.
Folks need to stop saying, “Calm down!” And start rising up.
What will make folks care? Who do you think your grandchildren are going to blame when they inherit a dead planet, while you eye-rolled yourself back into a zombified stupor bowed before your handheld radiation fondle slab?
Or said, “No problem, calm down, God will solve it.”
Or said, “Technology landed us on the moon and will solve this too, so stop bothering me with your negativity.”
”But look . . ,” you will try to explain at your grandchildren’s accusations of carelessness and irresponsibility . . . “You don’t have food, but you have Facebook! We did that! You’re welcome!”
What kind of trade off have you made on their behalves, and who gave you such a right?
The geoengineered ‘tornado’ this spring has been a big setback for us, but we’re adjusting with a blossoming ‘f**k it’ attitude that will surely see us through the misery of the current hazy-swamp setting per the weather controllers.
The ‘feels like’ temperature promises to remain in the 100s for a few months, no doubt.Most folks around here say that’s normal, but that’s because most folks alive today have been living with modified weather for decades without realizing it. Weathermodificationhistory.com
Since the politicians and select scientists have partnered up to bully the public into buying their global climate change scheme, the few who even notice the atmosphere is different think the technocrats will swoop in and fix it all up again.
The ‘f**k it’ attitude is necessary to maintain sanity currently, but knowing it must be temporary makes it especially bitter-sweet.Downed trees remain a keen reminder still in looking out through any window of the house.
But, I’ve adjusted to them now, labeling them in my mind as satanic yard art.
My shoulder injury persists, Hubby’s working loads of overtime, and there’s plenty to do just in maintaining what we can without tackling a difficult clean-up project just now. Or just about anything else.
As a bonus, the birds love it, we have cardinals nesting, super happy woodpeckers, bouncing bunnies, and the sheep are cooperative enough to take on the garden mess for me.
Since I can’t make cheese or garden or can, I’ve been trying to foster some new hobbies.Learning to paint and sew helps to pass the time, but mostly they are too sedentary for my nature.I’m trying to adjust.
But, it feels like trying, as does reading, which doesn’t fit so well with the ‘f**k it’ mindset. For now we join the masses in their preferred great American pastime of apathy, avoidance and distraction by binge-watching movies with a good buzz on.
The bees are growing fine without my participation, yay! And, I think I heard Mr. Dragonfly volunteer to help me train the young grape vines.
The roses aren’t happy suffering through brambles and grasses, but they’re handling their neglect with grace nonetheless.
But, there should be butterflies all over these zinnias, and that’s cause for concern.
Which then reminds me, it must be cocktail hour. Like Grandma used to say, “It’s 5:00 somewhere!”
Is there a point when Americans will say, “Enough is enough!”?
We’ve long led the world in all things fake, but surely, there is a limit, right?
Fake cheese was already an affront to me as a teenager, as soon as I came back from my first trip to France.I surely sounded snobby in my refusals to any longer group Velveeta and American cheese slices in the same category as real cheese. I’d already drawn my line in the sand back then, but fake foods of all kinds are now more than ever the mainstay of American cuisine.
Fake boobs are still on the increase; fake facial features now the norm;now we even have fake genders.
And as if that weren’t enough to be the last straw, folks have accepted fake weather.
These days are dire indeed.While I’m not particularly hopeful things will improve any time soon, I’m not particularly pessimistic either.As odd as this will probably sound to most, it’s by paying attention to the doom-and-gloomers that I find strength.
These are the folks who see through the spin. These are the folks who care enough to take a stand, who educate themselves and then courageously and relentlessly find any other way they possibly can to educate others.
These are my virtual mentors.
It’s the hordes of rose-colored glasses folks that make me want to scream and rant and throw verbal daggers. It’s these ninnies whose ignorance and apathy inspire such ‘hate speech’ to which they whine and want to make laws to protect themselves further from anyone pricking the bubble of their own delusions!
Sometimes I have to dive very deep into my wellspring of empathy to remember that many folks are dealing with major drama and disease in their lives and for us all we have every aspect of our culture stacked against what is our actual reality.Many, a great many, Americans live more in a virtual reality than in a real one.We are now several generations raised primarily by screens, starting with the TV.
The world of nature is no longer the norm, and this is what most scares me.I have a very difficult time relating to those who, at still this very late stage, are not able to sense any danger in our position as humans at all and are perfectly willing to lay their very lives, and all of ours along with them, directly into the hands of a complete technological takeover of society.
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.
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.
Mowing 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.
The pigs still have their wee escape, and I have mine.
Puppy pics are way more fun than chemtrail pics.
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”.
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.
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.
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!
I realize there is a war between the so-called “climate deniers” and the ‘global climate change’ enthusiasts and that both sides are trying to defend their positions with science. I am also trying to get my head around this science and following both sides of the argument and it is a heated argument indeed.
What makes me curious is why does such a complicated argument only seem to have two sides. Already this is a red flag for me. No complex issue has only two sides. If the Empire is using an ‘either/or’, it’s black or it’s white, it’s right or it’s left, they are trying to frame the conversation and stir up oppositional debate that is a diversion from the real issues. Climate change is real or climate change is a hoax, that’s the limits of the discussion. You are for, or you are against. You are with us, or you are with the terrorists. The entire public conversation is rife with fallacies and emotional triggers on both sides.
Lord Monckton calls himself “an outsider” in climate science, though he’s been publishing on the topic since 2011. He says he has made a breakthrough, a simple arithmetic error, that will prove once and for all we have nothing to worry about climate change at all. Poof! A simple math problem in the models! We’ve been throwing money and expertise at this problem for decades based on a simple math error. Oh well. We can move on now, thank heavens. Isn’t science wonderful! He makes sure to sprinkle in some good digs for those who are sure to disagree with his refined models, those “bed wetters” and “profiteers of doom.”
What’s left out of the various infomercials-called-interviews he gives, like this one with Stefan Molyneux, is the most important part, the context. In fact, the essence, the very relevance for us average Joes and Janes.
What’s most to fear is Environmental Totalitarianism, he cries! What he leaves out is that this is what both sides want, they just have differing ways of taking us there. The real problem, he declares, is those who haven’t learned logic and critical thinking. He repeatedly insists the scientists are following party lines, then proceeds to make all the science about politics. For or against. Color inside the lines, citizen-cum-consumer.
What about the spraying campaigns, Your Lordship? When can we expect the Solar Radiation Management programs, and the Stratospheric AerosolInjection procedures, and the other various Weather as Force Multiplier missions the military has been cooking up globally for over a decade, when might we expect those to end based on your new models? You know which ones I’m referring to, surely!
I can imagine Lord Monckton’s reply. “No, you are quite mistaken, those are only proposed projects.”
And I am Alice in Wonderland fallen into a time warp, apparently.
All the now well-documented programs the scientific community keeps saying are a conspiracy theory, while the data compiled by now hundreds of thousands of “average” folks around the globe more than suggests otherwise.
It sounds to me, your Lordship, like you might be suggesting they’ve been experimenting with our weather for decades for no good reason at all! And that maybe the major global corporations like Weathermodification, Inc., will soon be going out of business? Could it be?! Do you suppose their vast number of global clients know this yet? What about the curious spike in aluminum futures, might that have something to do with your new findings?
“Weather modification is not the same as climate engineering,” the good Lord might stammer.
What the scientists and the Empire want us to do is ignore our own sensory data. Ignore what your eyes are seeing, ignore what your ears are hearing, and stop saying anything we don’t want you to say. It’s all hoaxes and conspiracy theories, if and until we say otherwise.
As I committed in part two, I will take no man at his word, still some men I trust more than others. I especially tend to trust more the ones who repeat continually, ‘don’t listen to me, do your own research!‘ Like Dane Wiggington at Geoengineeringwatch.org. I follow-up on his claims, I’ve studied his site, clicked on some of the patent links, and listened to every one of his presentations and weekly radio shows. I do not take him at his word, but I listen and I see where it aligns with my own sense data.
What do I know, beyond what anyone tells me, beyond any guru, beyond any faith, beyond any miracles of science or gods, news reports or military propaganda?
These observations did not take any formal training in logic or critical thinking, go figure!
–the weather in my area has gotten warmer over the last five years, based on my own records, and there are more days with 40-50 degree temperature shifts within very short periods.
—winter has gotten shorter and more mild in my area, based on my own experience. The leaves are not falling off the trees as much, but rather dying while still on the branches, this is not typical here.
—the weather FEELS hotter, to my body. The thermometer reads higher temperatures consistently by 20 or 30 degrees compared to normal the last couple years, and rather than building fires in the woodstove this time of year, I have all the windows open and the fans on, and I’m still hot. Due to the fact that the thermometer corroborates my feelings, I do not think this to be the onset of menopause.
–the pond is not full as often and the creek is lower and floods the banks less often, according to the input of my two eyeballs.
–the plants are not well-adapted to these shifts or something else happening in tandem. Gardening over the last few years has become more unpredictable. Many of the plants that normally thrive this time of year look “scalded” or something, which became worse after the last rain. It seems to me the plants do not look happy. (omg, so unscientific!)
–the clouds are very different sometimes, they look different and don’t behave as the clouds of my youth (NASA brags about some of them as brilliant man-made clouds, I think they are gross, but that’s just my preference).
–there is SIGNIFICANTLY more air traffic over our rural area on certain days and in certain seasons. By significantly I mean from zero flights for many days and suddenly flights non-stop for days. This is based on auditory and sometimes visual data of my own mind-body.
–the “contrails” of some of this air traffic do not look or behave as normal contrails, they do not dissipate, rather they expand, and eventually turn the sky a milky or hazy shade of very pale blue or silvery-white, occassionally turning irridescent in spots. I have taken many photos and they look like the photos I see online that “conspiracy theorists” are calling “chemtrails.” When I respond with my direct experiences, what I see and hear above my own head, I’m often told I’m crazy and/or irrational.
They don’t “believe” in chemtrails or geo-engineering. They equate it with saying one has seen Bigfoot. Why? Because science says they do not exist. They are contrails, period, end of story. Stop being irrational!
The reason I, and many of us trying to find out the truth, become so passionate and often excessively agitated when we discuss this topic is because many scientists and loads of average folks blindly following them are asking us to ignore our own sensory data. They want us to turn a blind eye to our own knowing and believe what the scientists and media are telling us, or that science will save us, and that the truth will prevail, that we should all have faith in the scientific method.
Isn’t empirical evidence supposed to mean data gathered by one’s own senses? And yet, unless the Empire is the one dishing out such evidence it’s not really empirical evidence at all, it would seem.
Climate science sounds remarkably like religion, so it should be expected that there are those of us who will continue to address it with a certain fervor.
The Monckton-Molyneux infomercial noted above ends with these prophetic words, further cementing the “us vs them” social programming:
“It’s very difficult to get the truth out. Am I gloomy? No! Because we have the one thing they haven’t got . . .We have the truth and if we have the truth we have everything and they have nothing, and in due course the truth will assert itself as it always does.”
Molyneux replies with enthusiastic vows to do his very best and concludes, . . .to get more of the Lord’s work, visit . . .”
As I attempt to compile information and to uncover, recover, discover my own mind, I’m finding the gaps daunting. I must change the tone and the content of this series of posts on science to reflect my inner reality: I’m on a fool’s journey, alone, with hardly a map.
This makes me certain of only one thing, which I repeat from last post: Science is failing us.
I am alone on this journey, but not without guides. To discern between guides leading astray and those leading toward truth is futile. I will take no one at his word from this point forward. If there is truth to be known, I will find it and I will know it as the newborn knows to inhale and the body knows when to expel his last breathe. There is the mind that knows a thing when it’s told to him—God exists, God does not exist, the scientific method works, the scientific method does not work—this is indoctrination. There’s another ‘mind’ some call it the mind-body, which is a knowing that transcends, a knowing that inhabits the individual and is based in the etheric reasoning of the mind-body. Contrary to the objection any rationally-minded individual has based on that statement, this is not faith, at least not in the way expressed by religion. Might this be what science is hopelessly searching for . . . the God particle? Searching desperately in the material world for an immaterial force, they are, perhaps?
I’m not asking you to follow me, but still I feel compelled to leave a trail of bread crumbs, for you or me, just in case. It’s a sort of mind map of my fool’s journey. I’ve committed that during the next two months I will be in deep study and reflection and my already limited social life will move even further into the background of my existence. Still, I so appreciate any thoughts or comments, breadcrumbs of yours, that might inspire or not, but that I will promise to take in as more food for thought.
My guides will change, sometimes dramatically, and at the moment they include Michael Tsarion. The occult in general will be a primary topic, and how could it not be, now with all the disgusting pedo headlines seizing up our neural networks.
I’ve been a student of the Tarot already for some time, I will deepen into that work and all the so-called ancient mystery school teachings. The origins of science stem from alchemy, they say, so it seems only logical the journey should begin there. I’ve circled around these studies for years, dabbling wherever the truthstream takes me, but I’ve never approached them with intent, with an expectation and an itinerary, yet with the malleability of my nature and as a seasoned traveler.
My foremost commitment—I will take no man at his word and I will follow no gurus be they men of science or faith. I will know it for myself, in my mind-body, or it will not be known to me.
I spent 18 years in formal education, and another 20 as a teacher. How could it be that now, in middle age, I find the knowledge I gained in all that time to be so insignificant in navigating my reality as to be nearly useless.
“In 1997, Teller publicly outlined his proposal to use aircraft to scatter in the stratosphere millions of tons of electrically-conductive metallic materials, ostensibly to reduce global warming.(32)
Shortly after Teller’s presentation, the public began seeing frenetic chemtrailing. In 2000, CBS News admitted that scientists were “looking at drastic solutions for global warming, including manipulating the atmosphere on a massive scale.” CBS confirmed that the plan to load the air with tiny particles would “deflect enough sunlight to trigger global cooling.”(33)