posted 03-07-2001 03:34 PM            

well i just took a vacation, first in a long tyme, and with only a 7$ camera , no telephoto stuff..
I left the ground hazed Oregon coast and drove into the inlands on the 14th, and watched as a totally blue sky was systematically raped with dripping on~off wierdness. I drove down the I-5 superhighway into California as more jets left marks over every population center in particular and whited out that nasty naked blue that the chemplanes hate with a passion. I drove past dark, but when i awoke on thursday the 15th the sky was boiling with black. This whole time I was getting shocks every time I touched the truck door and the ground. I still gingerly approch the car door (it was that pavlovian). so i drove down to Chico California, to see an old friend and see the jets wiping out any semblence of blue on the leading edge of their blue sky siege. Tic Tac Toe drippers in aboundanc, yet my “apparently blind” professional nature photographer friend is oblivious to the very sky he photographs.....

you just have to love the things you hate
love them to the death
love is the power that hate
hates
love is the demise
of hate...

with hundreds of unmarked tankers
many of them crinkled and dented,
all off them un placarded with DOT placards
declaring their contents (except for the ones hauling gasoline or hydrogen peroxide)

while overhead the contents of the jets dripped in profusion
and on the ground the ground visibility smoked as if the world was on fire yet http://www.mercola.com/2000/oct/8/mtbe.htm http://www.mercola.com/1999/sep/26/traces_of_gasoline_additive_found_in_humans.htm
This is the gasoline additive that supposedly cleaned up our air (but mommy~the air is all white!) (be quiet and eat your happy meal dear)
we soak up MTBE into our very cells
"to make the earth a cleaner environment"
[did you know that every gallon of california gasoline contains 11% by volume MTBE~in every 10 galone fillup a gallon+ of MTBE is released to the atmosphere...

So i awoke friday morning to hook up with my trail riding buddy (old fashion dirt trails~not chemtrails) and on the road we went toward the area of Lost Wages, Nevada, you know, edwards AFB, nellas AFB, china lake NWC, and area 51...all close at hand, so to speak.
We also went by (the no longer there) mohave AFB that was full to overflowing with grounded jets, basically with commercial markings of Fed Ex and the like...
refit
Friday evening we pulled into nevada and the sky was gloriously blue with the suns glowing~nauught a "clould” or trail in the sky~ yet a profusion of jets were slowly going over leaving "dissapating" trails several times wider than their wingspans>>>
Up Saturday morning at the crack of dawn
i stepped outside to greET a tic tac toe grid of
ongoeing dripping.
By 8 AM there was a football shaped "rainbow"
in the sky planely seen WITHOUT sunglasses
and it had to compeat with a mammouth corona
for attention...
but i had come hear to forget all that
and i had 215 miles of desert jeep roads to ride before I could eat and go to bed...

My bike started on the second kick, after months siting idle, and i was off into the desert, to grind my mind and hone it...no more bombing of Iraq could seep into my mind as i now had to totally concentrate on the thin line of my existance...
"keep the rubber side down", and watch for rocks and washouts that could kill you before you ever knew what happened... i sometimes had a brief momment to look up into the sky and registar that several jets were unloading gobs of dripping chem, but the reality off millions of rocks kept my eyes and mind focused to the thin tread of the thin line where i must place my tires
else i crash in the non forgiving desert...

Perhaps Mr. “Sore Throat” can best understand how i felt as i sailed into the mindset of total concentration with the natural features of the environment. One wrong move spells a major hurt or possible death, one must at all times be totally aware of each signal from the natural environment, and one can not allow the "world" (politiks/chemtrails) to enter your conciouse mind or, you will crash...
imagine the concentration of a tight rope walker,
imagine this for hours.
if one can get into the zen of this state
then one can begin to let the subtilties intrude
the smells of the desert sage
the coloures of the sand
the textures of the rock
the shimmering and quivering of the life

living
living in the desert

in spite of the deathly white being sprayed from the “non existant” planes

we got into a desert town by nightfall

up at 5 AM and off at 7 we rode our bikes up into the snow covered trails on the east edge of Death Valley, and while only 15 miles out on a 200 mile day i hit my first booby trap...a carefully placed triangular file ripped through my tire and dented the rim of my bike, no doubt that someone was "defending the earth from the likes of me"
{remove wheel, tire, tube, patch tube, install tire, reinstall wheel, ride one more mile ...get another flat tire,
and repeat
(I changed 3 tires that day...)
a "saint came by in the middle of know where with a bicycle tire pump"
and together we rode to the grave sites of old Nevadan miners and read their gravestones in awe, as some lived to be 105 and others only to 20, the numerous armed BLM rangers stopped by to check our ID's.
then back to the bit of civilization and one more tire fix and off to bed.
Day three we awoke to scrape the frost from the bike seats and head out for 175 miles across the desert ( a new tube in place) (and a clear blue sky getting sprayed)
I watched instead as the terrain changed as each microclimate was traversed
as the white sand and blue sage
into zillions of polished black flat rocks
evenly spaced
upon a plane of red cinders
with yellow stick brush
quivering in the wind
as bits of snow stuck in the shady notches behind the rocks
and bits of sand glisened
and we got lost
(over and over again)
in this~our great land
we rode upon the Spanish American trail
where every few miles a slender post
white and pointed to the sky, proclaimed
this mule trained highway
a wagons track wide
from the billions of other acres
that one could get lost on...
and down into an arroyo
was a 30 foot tall all white
statue of Christ
holding his hand
pointing at the sky

naught far from Parunph Nevada
(home to art bell)
is cathedral canyon
a secret place
a step
away from hell

back again we rode lost
into the new world
and deeply into "reality"
we stepped
to find ourselves returned to
the present daze

and onto the black asphalt of a casino
we came to our sences and gathered
amougst the millions of souls that gamble their very existance on the crap shoot
of the video tables controlled by the cage
we packed up and departed smelling clouds of diesel
not of sage
and watched a plane leave a marking
shaped like a tunnel from Nevada to the Pacific ocean
but moments latter
a plane with a dissapating trail 5 times wider than it wingspan intentionally found
its persistant chemtube
and seeking the inner center of its emissions
flew true the center of the tube
wipeing out 2 minites behind
all persistance of its hundreds of miles long trail
but wait
2 minutes behind that one
anoughther jet with a thin single grey line layed slightly above the first passed by and
reserected the entire tube line that had just vanished from the second plane
if you want to believe this is just weather modification
lets just go for a ride.........
Yes I have more tRaVeloG stories to tell,
on the first night of travel 2/14, i was listening to the radio and heard a report that a 70' long "fuel droge" (the big soda straw that connects two planes refueling) fell onto someones place in washington state, the military said it was a practicing accident. On the way home on highway I-5 i saw a lot of tankers without DOT placards, but one of them really caught my eye, the logo was CHEMCENTRAL, and i thought of Thermits, it really said CHEMCENTRAL but in my eye it said CHEMTRAILCENTRAL http://www.chemcentral.com
”Hellow Jeggelson, i just called to make a delivery, you see I need to paint the sky white before the day breaks
be a chap mate and sent a few dented tankers to the front lines, would you ?””get a grip dude~ our unplacarded transit system
follows the highways and byways”
you think you can call upon the shallow hearts of those unknown to you the only way you will ever see us is through a peri~scope
on dander
on blitzen
on mayhem who will listen?
Well i like this old song so much “shine on you crazy diamond”
that i will just have to write some more (too bad i cant hear it while i write)
An unusual thing about some of the spray jets i saw in Nevada was that they layed only one trail yet they had 3 or four engines, the old single refueling droge thing, seems they used everything they had at their disposal. Watched "Chemtrails the movie" again last night, and plan on circulation of the film in these here parts ASAP.



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posted 03-08-2001 12:12 AM            

but then again no one cares http://www.chemtrailcentral.com/ubb/Forum6/HTML/000045.html
and castles made of sand
fall into the sea
eventually


[Edited 1 times, lastly by mark sky on 03-08-2001]

posted 03-10-2001 06:31 PM            

agloss in deciete
laying a web of
they remain un seen

cloaked yet fully public
lie they chant

this is all normal
you dont have a chance

git on with the life we granted you
punch in that credit card
gamble with your future
stake the life of your child
give in to the ineVile abet eVilEable

give us your child

make your way free
give in to our credit exstacy
we own you any~way

give us your heart aND soUl
you don't need it anymore

why woulds you want it anyway
cause you are so small

surrounded by dismay
and with only yourself
you cry out the scream
that this is naught the way it used to be
and to go smuck yourselves

cry on you crazy diamond

i am cripple on finely
breathing your posonouse breath
hobbled allonge and
draggin my tail

posted 03-10-2001 07:31 PM            

sended to insanity
from a non~existant ~l;AB

FROM MILLIONS OF COCAINE dollarws
that you never asked if they 3ever haD

diverted profits
and little anmphetramide labs
that they hid in the woods

never you mind
that they close (your) "national forests"
rode l;ess and stuck in a parking lot
aMeRiCanS will ceaSE tO bE

shine on you hopeless diamonds

you may want to be free
hope that your chielDren
might be able to breath

but a non~existant jet cru~said
has upserped your blue skys

and made a crossed up puke of a life for
you and me

posted 03-10-2001 07:46 PM            

at sucH A sIght

posted 03-10-2001 07:57 PM            

some may think they are in arreares
while others pack up to relocate

a gaggle of fool
a~noughter~sky
trowels scoop
awaite

about you are all the signs
that GOD IS AliVE

get you wait fore this "infor,mation"
to be aLivE

posted 03-27-2001 01:29 AM            

been a while since
i sent a message unto

the chimes of the destitute
cowered unto
afraid of what they have hatched
and set loose

genetikaly enginneered
and set out to cook
upon the air

fried in the brainsorming confines
the best that could be buyed

and tooken under a spell
that could deniegh

what they were doing
what they had "created"
in the still of the night

it has three eyes
and creeps out of level four
containment a joke
except to you and me

it vants to know you
and crawl over your face]
get into your lungs
under your mucus layer

to cure your cistic fibrosis
made of AIDS and EBOLI
you may think i'm a joke

while the last bits of reality
on which you might choke
swivel away
as you
"miGht Not HavE SeeN On TeeVee"
the great god
you would now kill for

aposiles wandering amoung you
feeling lost as
they find naught a soul to save

not a home intact to place a sign upon as
saddam and hillary
come to meat

don't ask me why
don't ask me why
i write unto the night
blessed with insanity
the drunken enemy (of JAY REYNOLDS)
waves the master "good night"
and wishes him
and all of of its kind a long
a long
a long
a long
"life"

posted 03-27-2001 01:46 AM            

As You wAtch Your WorlD CrumBle
anD Your ATmOsheerE
GEt HevYeR and FaLl
YouR aiRE cOyuLd Be Cut By A knIfe

A PieCe At A tyMe
By The SqAure Mile
and SolD To thE blOckErs
the On4es With The deBunKing Smiles

TherE to AssUre You
That EvEry Thing
is jUst SurrrrrrrrrLey
just finnE

your air has never been sweeter
the trees have never looked so fine
leaf less but look
better naught

the fruit has died on the vine

VE Vile Bring new Vine From chile
so yohf had better Mynd

you hafe vorn aught your velcolm
shine on you coronaed soul
your spinning a tail
chaseing a trail
that no mortal
will ever see

alone on this night
with only the NSA
keeping you company
for all the other stars
have long gone to bed]
but you chose to stay up
instead

while you talk to no one
and no one hears you anywaay

you can pour out your fears that
everyone has gone away

posted 03-27-2001 02:01 AM            

little left of a blue sky
i run upon the sand
into the sage
brushing against
whats left of my mynd

athority
authority

not much left to drain
i went the the FAA
The EpA
The AiR FaRcE dId i ExPlaine

and wip out my pictures
while getting my licence plates framed

yes bow to the new pesidency
perhaps he wont take a liking

to monica

yet we go on

anybody got a number
to a chinese chat room?

i would like to see their skys
and settle this once and for all
a world wide chemtrail abomination
for no one to see

then i could go to sleepp with
all the rest
and shop at K~mart
and put on a gReat Big smIle

WhIlE mY stock mARket
ReTirEment Goes to hell