Viagra com
Com Viagra
- Details
- Created on Tuesday, 15 May 2012 15:52
- Written by Betty Krawczyk
Chemtrails and LRAD
Saturday
morning, from my back porch in Comox Valley, I think perhaps I caught a
glimpse of the future. And it was in the sky. High enough that I
couldn’t even see the airplane emitting the plume of vapor left behind
that was spreading across the bright sun lit sky to the east. Chemtrails over Victoria - photo: Andy Sinats
I’ve
rather dismissed the emails I get from people who seem paranoid about
chemtrails (the plume of white vapor left behind some airplane flights
that seem unusual for whatever reason.)
But when people’s actions seem
peculiar or disturbing to me I always look for motives behind the
actions.
Sometimes there aren’t any. At least nothing discernible.
But
while I didn’t completely dismiss the email warnings I had received in
the past about the odd, vaguely menacing plumes of white vapor that
airplanes seem to be emitting more frequently, I just hadn’t been able
to establish a motive. Why would the Canadian government be trying to
poison us, as some of the emails claim, or mess with our brains? What
would be the purpose of this?
And yet, while looking at this extremely
large chemtrail yesterday morning I was struck by its bold, beautiful
and unusual patterning.
It
was by far the most striking and detailed chemtrail I had seen to date.
I stood mesmerized as I watched the long, broad band of white lace
sprawl across the sky, the lacy vapor band so clearly defined that I
could distinctly make out the repeated swirls and circles within the
band’s borders. And equally striking were the vapor tassels hanging in
patterned intervals along the left side of the lacy band. It was an
incredible show. And I was without a camera. My camera was in
Vancouver with my grandson.
But as I stared at the chemtrail it struck me how familiar the pattern
was; it seemed a stunning, eerie portrayal of a section of my
grandmother’s handmade white lace tablecloth being writ large across the
sky. And this was no vapor trail because it wasn’t vaporizing. It
just hung there.
When I had to leave the porch twenty minutes later the
band of sky lace was in the act of decomposing but the image was still
distinct. What was it that this plane was spewing out that made such an
incredible design I wondered? Were these kinds of sky vapors actually
composed of dangerous chemicals as some of my more paranoid (seemingly)
contacts insisted?
But
as one wit said of paranoia, there is no such thing. What is described
as paranoia is merely a heightened sense of awareness. Whatever, when I
stepped out on my back porch Saturday and saw this eerily beautiful
chemtrail it was immediately after listening to a radio report on how
the authorities in London plan to use Long Range Acoustic Devices for
crowd control during the Olympics. Just in case.
This is a device that
brings excruciating pain to human ears, rendering the owners compliant.
And after the Olympics? Would LRAD be used against the Occupy
protesters? Or in any protest where people gather demanding democracy
and transparency of government actions? Are we being gradually
conditioned to accept any outrageous form of control under the guise of
national security? And conditioned not to demand answers when the sky
(our sky) becomes criss-crossed with vapors that are inexplicable to us?
And what to do about it, anyway?
I
think first, we might recognize that the more paranoid people among us
who see the chemtrails as ominous threats to everybody’s health and
safety may very well be right. However, the jury is out until something
more definitive is brought forth; but I am now ready to at least listen
to these people.
To see a huge, long white vapor trail across the sky
portraying the distinct pattern of my grandmother’s lace tablecloth (as I
remember it) complete with tassels, and then to personally monitor this
image as it hung there under the sun intact for almost twenty minutes
is disconcerting to say the least. It seemed to me like some kind of an
omen. That I should pay more attention to this.
Okay, Grandma. I get
it.