Allow me to ramble coherently for a short bit, to set the stage for today’s dramatic tale; though with chaos as our programmed and expected norm, perhaps good drama is hard to come by anymore…
For a long time before i moved to the foothills here, i’d trained myself to stop looking at the sky. Those white tic-tac-toe boards crowning above me always and all the time, and the curved ones arcing down to enclose me in haunting filmy fogs; the way the sunny blue sky turns blustery right away and the cold winds blow…
The subsequent rainy weekends.
Oh how the game of evil circles and hunts the laws and ethics of all ages and time, stamping them completely out.
OUCH!
i can’t help but look up now. The trees tower above me in layered tiers flanking canyon walls. The sky here is simply too wide to ignore.
And now… plasma streams carrying flickering candles floating by.
There is nothing natural about this. Any of it.
What? i’m repeating myself?
No, it’s not altzheimers. i’m just doing my best to bear witness to this devastating sky carnage and carry on.
Besides, you already know how i feel.
And the intelligence i am being volitionally fed - that becomes horror stories such as this…s—-t—-r—-e—-t—-c—-h—-e—-s—- my emotional forbearance to heart-pounding limits…
They want to burn us down.
Now i’ve seen it with my own eyes, and it could only have been one thing.
Would that i could unsee and unknow ALL this!
So here i am by the Sierras, in a “small town” that no longer deserves to give itself that name, riddled as it is in noisy smelly industry and construction bent to eliminate all beauty and wilderness to bits.
To bits.
Big box stores and giant convenience stores lack grace and charm. But that didn’t stop them. Geez, the old west was once such a cute (albeit wild and dangerous) place.
But the dangers today are latent military assaults on the good people of this state and all others, from all fronts…and we here are strategically placed on the edges of a vanishing wilderness - greedy man’s final frontier - hills that sits precariously between Travis and Beale airforce bases. Layers of planes fly over us, having nothing to do with the Sacramento flight paths - helicopters (red, yellow, and gray) thunderously skimming our roofs; above that, yellow and red warplanes go back and forth; then there are dozens of chem-trailers striping the skies - day and night.
Today was day six of heavy spraying. The air has visibly thickened each day this week, and for three solid days i’ve watched ionized plasma streaming by me like viscous soup.
Today there were fat brown stripes all across the horizon over the mountains way out…
i learn a region by car and by foot - not by map or gps. This makes me more observant, because i’m engaged with the environment and perceiving its scope. Scanning the horizon with my heart’s eyes, as anyone smitten by love would do.
more about my new town:
The train goes by periodically by day, but always in the wee hours of the night - and like the train that rumbled through East Palestine some months back before it was blasted off the tracks (all two miles of it) our train takes a long, long, long, long, long time to pass by. Deep earth rumbling all night. Plenty of time to wonder what kinds of chemicals and explosives we are carting unthinkingly through this tiny little foothill town.
There’s rowdy construction all over (that only ever briefly stops) - at every crucial intersection, and most vitally, all along the road in and out of the mountains - our only road. Construction leaves toxic smoke and fumes in the air, and backs up traffic for miles and hours - and far down curving forest roads.
One way in and same way out. PLAN: Block it.
i saw that trick in the bay area - cement girders and columns and strange out-of-place curbs, all over, haphazardly placed.
= NO WAY OUT.
Then there’s all the sirens. One siren-y day last month, on three (3!) separate occasions, ambulances and fire trucks wheeled through our development. They silence the sirens once on our streets - but i saw those big red monsters pull in. Saw the first responders with gurneys. Three times.
Like all disease and pathology today, the death of seniors en masse is a normalized thing. i feel sad to think that they are all targeted sitting ducks - overmedicated, locked into the grid with a cellphone and dish tv, and the wireless satellite bowl on the roof right over their heads.
Sudden death is too normalized. The people are hapless victims; while it’s their society that is demented and sick…
So, largely thanks to Elana Freeland, Dane Wigington, Deborah Tavares, and Devra Davis, i now notice where the transformers, small cells and phased array antennas are placed; and the distinct layers of chemicalization in the sky; and how our state and regional parks conceal the microwave towers in tree cover; and how even the large nature parks in town are absolutely gridded in - people there all on their phones.
(this world is just too disembodied and weird for me at this point…)
By some great good fortune, in my complex here, none of the cell blocks or (what i believe to be) phased array antennas point at my house, and the lady next door doesn’t live there any more so her services are off - and i have several Quantum Sound Therapy technologies vortexing and enhancing my space.
But i still feel it. i can’t be inside when everybody has their cellphones on; it’s too painful. And i can’t bear the daily nuking of our skies.
(which brings me back to today’s tale…)
DEW’s AMONG US!
My favorite trail (down to the river) has been closed for construction, so i’ve been poking around. Today i climbed down the old quarry trail, blessed and blissed by preternatural layers of forest greenery that looked and felt as old as time.
About halfway down the trail, the plasma thickened in the sky, and within the passing film was a yellow ribbon blinking and floating by.
Dumbstruck, i stopped and watched for quite a while. It was like a yellow candle flickering on an unseen breeze, heading right into the canyon about two miles down.
My energy has been very low during these last few days, but i push myself to hike anyways. The heavy atmosphere and what is in it causes jolts to my heart, followed by pounding palpitations i often can’t stop.
It’s been a breathless weary week, as my racing pounding heart stops me in my tracks.
(“What ARE they spraying?” Canary cries!)
Just earlier today, i’d remarked to myself on the extreme dryness of the air - noting that ionization and microwave frequencies consume our most primary resources, water and air. This week’s weather and my difficulty breathing anywhere outside of the forest cover pushed the point home.
(“What ARE they spraying?” Canary cries!)
Then i smelled the smoke, and it rose from the canyon, penetrating the air.
My heart dropped and landed plop-bang in my gut. As i hiked out, the smell of smoke increased, and my concern for the forest grew. i could not forget that little yellow candle floating past me in the dense plasma sky - and the apparent visibility of particulate matter sort of streaming by and blinking - and the knowledge that DEW’s, or directed energy weapons (explosives) can be, and are, sent across plasma streams precisely to start fires.
Getting home took a long long time, as dozens of fire engines and sheriff vans went hurtling and screaming by, in the opposite lane, toward Canyon Creek.
And i am left with the sick feeling that i have witnessed a stealth weapons launch attacking our forests, just as did the quiet observers in Paradise and Santa Rosa in 2020 and 2021.
i wonder what we will be told about this, if anything at all.
i wonder if the fire crews had water - and if they used it, or rather if they knew that their water would be useless against microwave fires.
Lahaina anyone?
It’s all the same plot, over and over and over again…
but there are all different kinds of fires, and i’m too young in the learning of 5th gen covert warfare to explain this yet, but firmly planted on the track - eyes and ears open wide.
and off we slip, into the deep unknown…
So much spraying in the last few days. I’m in SW Wyoming and some days we have no unnatural lines in the skies. Today was not one of those days.
My parents live in CA, near Folsom, and it gets more difficult to visit due to the air and 5G energies. So thankful 5G is not active yet in my town, but the town to our east is active. We cannot escape it even here in our square state.
Thank you for sharing your experience. ❤️
oh my dear yolanda...sigh...this piece you've written is so important and so needed if it will wake up even one person who still thinks the forest itself, the trees themselves are the cause of continuing yearly fires. i was at farmer's market in occidential last week standing in line for some of Lata's fine indian food and pointing up to a plane farting gaseous trails, asked the young man in front of me 'what do you think that is?' 'water vapor' he replied. 'but water vapor like you know evaporates, that is just staying there and kind of spreading out...so what is it?' he even suggested passenger plane. clearly a young man who never looked up to see what we see. i was just kinda taking a personal survey. anyway dear friend, i will share your post as much as i can before i head up to OR for a weekend family thing and pray to stay out of harm's way to live and stand another day. I DO NOT CONSENT. much love.