Source – peterakirby.com “…It slices and dices the insidious claims (usually made by the shills) of the lines in the sky being harmless condensation trails. It deftly and effectively explains the manipulation of atmospheric particles with electromagnetic energy. It exposes the disinformation tactics of the mainstream media. It compiles the extensive evidence proving that the […]GEO-ENGINEERING: ‘The Dimming’, New Feature-Length Geoengineering Documentary — RIELPOLITIK
The official story calls it climate change. The alternative story names it the Grand Solar Minimum. The actual truth of the matter is far darker: man’s technologies are drastically altering the weather, by design.
Geoengineering, weather modification, climate remediation, space weather, pluviculture, cloud seeding, stratospheric aerosol injections, ionospheric heaters, marine cloud whitening, contrail-induced cirrus (aka—the infamous ‘chemtrail’ conspiracy theory).
“10 Technologies to Own the Weather Today” Video Link
1, #2, #3 Ionospheric Heaters, Sounding Rockets, and Satellites (Related)
Dr. Harry Wexler warned that the use of technologies to modify stratospheric ozone or punch holes in the ionosphere could lead to world wide weather issues.  After his sudden heart attack, the RAND Corporation suggested an increase in the use of sounding rockets to punch holes in the ionosphere and dump chemicals in space. 
Collectively this type of weather control is referred to as Space Weather Modification, Ionospheric Modification, Magnetospheric Modification, Plasma Seeding, and Geophysical Warfare.
Space weather modification could be causing a myriad of effects, from triggering earthquakes to creating artificial plasma mirrors that destroy ozone, focus sunlight, and cook troops.
Everything switched to chemical releases from sounding rockets and satellites when upper atmospheric nuclear explosions were banned shortly following Project Westford (needles), Operation Argus, Starfish Prime, and the like. These chemical dumps usually consist of: 
4. Tri-methylaluminum (TMA)
5. Sulfur Hexaflouride (SF6, banned CFC. #Irony)
Immediately upon release, these chemicals interact with solar wind (sunlight) and glow. Lithium is unique because it is visible during daylight. Each of these chemicals will attach to magnetic field lines in the Van Allen belts, allowing scientists to use them as a tracer: they make the invisible visible.  Once military analysts can see and diagnose the ionosphere it is now time to fix it! High powered microwave transmission antennas, in large arrays called Ionospheric Heaters, cook the ionosphere and the plasma clouds made by the chemical releases. This allows the military to: 
• Destroy the Van Allen Belts, more gently referred to as radiation belt remediation
• create an “Artifical Ionospheric Mirror” (AIM)
• create ELF waves that are heard worldwide
• create plasma clouds
• create airglow using HF radio waves and/or rocket exhaust plumes
• create holes in the ionosphere
• modifies the magnetic properties of our planet to probe underground structures
• protecting against EMP from solar flares and high altitude nuclear devices (graphic below)
PLEASE visit Jim Lee’s websites to education yourself!
The United Nations, pushing the climate change narrative, knows perfectly well the real reason behind the weather and climate chaos—they are now part of the cover-up operations!
I realize how unpopular this view is, because I’ve been harping on about it incessantly for over half a decade.
But I’m not the only one who shares it, not by a long shot.
A global virus, lockdowns, quarantines, is NOTHING compared to the worldwide, man-made weather chaos being created now and most certainly ramping up in future. I have NO tolerance (Or patience) for anyone still calling this a conspiracy theory and gaslighting others who do their due diligence in researching it for themselves.
Do you see what I see?
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you feel what I feel?
Do you know what I know?
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From the excellent book Chemtrails Exposed: A New Manhattan Project: second edition by Peter Kirby
Edward Teller (1908-2003) Known as “Father of the Hydrogen Bomb”
“Teller wrote and spoke about weather modification countless times. In his memoirs, Teller writes of, “putting 1 billion small floating spheres into the atmosphere.” We have noted how he wrote about spraying us with aluminum. In his book “The Legacy of Hiroshima he suggests the solar radiation management (SRM) geoengineering thesis. In other words, he suggested spraying us with chemtrails many times. Teller served on the Panel on Weather and Climate Modification of the National Academy of Sciences where our good friend Gordon J.F. MacDonald was chairman. Teller once testified before the Senate Military Preparedness Committee that if Russia was first to control the weather on a global scale, then the United States could be beaten without war. Teller also told the committee that he wouldn’t be surprised if the Russians achieved global weather control in the relatively near future. Throughout his career, Teller used the Russian threat as a justification for more spending on weapons programs. In the example reproduced next, we see how Teller notes atmospheric ‘triggers.’ He’s writing about the notion that certain, relatively small atmospheric phenomena at certain points in space and time can create atmospheric chain reactions which eventually lead to large atmospheric phenomena such as storms. It is analogous to the so-called ‘butterfly effect.’ The butterfly effect is the notion that the flapping of a butterfly’s wings in China can eventually cause a giant storm on Cape Cod. The thesis of atmospheric triggers is mentioned over and over again throughout”
“the weather modification literature in the same way Teller mentions it here. In order to control the weather, Teller and his peers suggested that these triggers be artificially created and/ or manipulated. The atmospheric trigger thesis is central to today’s NMP operations. In fact, it was during the course of his work in computer-simulated weather models when American mathematician Edward Lorenz coined the phrase and wrote about it in his paper “Predictability: Does the Flap of a Butterfly’s Wings in Brazil Set Off a Tornado in Texas?” Today’s NMP supercomputer atmospheric modeling systems are designed to be able to identify these triggers and predict their outcomes. Knowing the probable outcomes is how the people running the NMP know when and where to perform atmospheric manipulations. The National laboratory Teller co-founded and directed (Lawrence Livermore National Labs) has been at the forefront of supercomputer atmospheric modeling since early on and continues there today. Teller writes: “Before anything can be controlled, it first must be understood. We are just beginning to approach an understanding of weather. We know that very small causes can grow into very big effects. A slight disturbance of the air masses on the front separating the calm air of the poles from the steady westerly winds encircling the globe in temperate latitudes can trigger a whirlpool a thousand miles wide and can affect the weather over the United States for an entire week. We can and we should increase the number and range of our weather observations. We will use satellites and other means to keep track of clouds and winds. Then, using improved electronic computers, we shall be able to predict weather and trace the origin of each development back to its original trigger. “When this high degree of meteorological understanding has been attained, we might be able to create triggers of our own and realize the age-old dream of actually doing something about the weather. We might spread a cloud of dust over a strategic location [author’s emphasis] or find some other way to upset the temperature balance between air masses. We might break droughts. We might regulate the precise location and time where a hurricane arises, thus predetermining the place where the destructive winds would dissipate. “Such new command over nature will give us responsibilities beyond our present ability to imagine. When rain will be the servant of man, man must be the master of himself. Control of clouds will bring either conflict or co-operation between nations. The prospect may seem terrifying, but in the long run this situation or one similar to it will surely arise. Science brings progress; progress creates power;”
It is this layman’s opining that connects this now long dead, but very famous scientist with these current scientific studies:
Aerosols and seismo-ionosphere coupling: A review – ScienceDirect
This is a study about “electromagnetic plasma drift” which I believe is what is meant by the “butterfly effect”.
Defects formation and spiral waves in a network of neurons in presence of electromagnetic induction | SpringerLink
A study about spiral waves as pattern in nature which are powerfully affecting the human heart.
Chemtrails Exposed: A New Manhattan Project: second edition by Peter Kirby
“Charles E. Jones III is a retired US Air Force brigadier general who served continuously in the Air Force and Air Force Reserve from 1954 to 1986. He has written a short piece acknowledging the reality of chemtrails. Jones writes: “When people look up into the blue and see white trails paralleling and criss-crossing high in the sky little do they know that they are not seeing aircraft engine contrails, but instead they are witnessing a man made climate engineering crisis”
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 have to be honest, as unsavory as this is, but these folks feel like a liability to me now.
What will it take before you notice, and speak out?
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.