Captured today in my new hobby of zooming in on airplanes with my new 40x zoom camera. The UFO watchers in LA have much higher zooms than this, but this one is enough to really see that the planes are not planes.
The craft that we see spraying chemtrails appears not to be a solid object. It appears to be of the same material as the very trail coming out of it. We are living in a hologram created by our minds, a false illusion. The illusion is perpetuated by our ignorance and by our willingness to be mind controlled. We take into our lives devices designed to suppress and alter our brain waves, so we can’t see what’s going on around us. It’s not just because we’re always looking down, but because we’re being controlled through and through. Worried about computer operated driver-less cars? We already have them. The people driving the cars are completely controlled by their smart phones and GPS machines. That’s why everyone drives like a moron these days.
The chemtrails are a psy-op to keep us afraid and anyone speaking at any of the major chemtrails summits or taking up ridiculous lawsuits against geoengineering are paid shills. I’ve been too nice for too long. Michael Murphy, Dane Wigington, Scott Stevens, annoying newcomer Matt Landman, crackpot ninny Cara St. Louis and the rest, I see through you. No understanding of orgone energy, spreading fear and helplessness, and appealing to a business entity that calls itself a government that has no authority to regulate anything. I do not want to hear about the “good aliens” saving us or the “Alliance.” Don’t speak to me of fairies and air spirits. We’re at war with off worlders and it’s up to us to grow up, stop ignoring reality, and do something about it.
There is a major cover up going on here, and this cover up is about our own life force energy and manifesting power and of the alien interference on Earth. Lawsuits? How can you sue shape shifting inter-dimensional entities that are here to suck off the life force energy of our Earth and live on our suffering? Is this actually a plane or a hologram in the computer program that the
controlled opposition says is the government spraying us?
Top signs that your Himalayan salt lamp is a fake include:
1. Poor Return Policy
Himalayan salt lamps are made of salt so it’s not surprising that
they’re fragile objects. A good manufacturer knows this and has return
policies that are flexible since there could be some damage in transit.
If a salt lamp’s maker is extremely strict (like a “NO RETURNS” policy),
then it makes you wonder if it’s a scam operation. This might not
necessarily be the case, but some fake retailers have been known not to
permit any returns because they know they’re not giving you the real
2. Highly Durable
As I just said,
Himalayan salt lamps are inherently fragile. Once you own one, you
definitely need to be careful not to drop it or bang it into other solid
objects because the salt crystal can be damaged very easily. This is
actually a rare time when durability is not desirable. If your salt lamp
is unaffected by a collision, it could likely be an imposter.
3. Very Bright Light
all you’re looking for is a bright light source, a salt lamp is not the
way to go. Due to its high content of numerous minerals, a Himalayan
salt lamp gives off light in an irregular and muffled manner. A true
salt lamp does not give off enough light to completely illuminate a
room. If yours does, then it’s most likely not the real deal.
4. Inexpensive White Crystal
typically find Himalayan salt lamps that give off a warm pinkish or
orange hue. There is such a thing as a white Himalayan salt lamp, but
it’s extremely rare and a lot more pricey than the colored ones. So if
you find a white salt crystal lamp that’s not substantially more
expensive than the pink/orange versions, steer clear because this is
likely an imposter.
5. No Mention of Pakistan
underground mines in Khewra, Pakistan, are the only source of true
Himalayan pink salt. If you’re questioning whether you have a real
Himalayan salt lamp, look for mention of Pakistan as the salt crystal’s
country of origin. You can also ask the lamp’s maker about the salt’s
origin, keeping in mind that it may list the country of origin as the
location of the lamp’s assembly.
its inherent nature, salt is an absorber of water. If your salt lamp
has no problem being near a moisture source (like a shower), this is a
good sign that you own a fake. A true salt lamp is prone to some
sweating when exposed to moisture.
7. Not Experiencing Any Benefits
you’re sure that you bought the appropriately sized salt lamp for the
space you’re using it in and you’ve also been exposed to it on a regular
basis and don’t see any positive effects whatsoever, then you may not
have a real Himalayan salt lamp.
Hunting ghosts in an affliction tee shirt (so he can show off his biceps) and a respirator (because he’s been doing this for ten years and physically cannot breathe in any more asbestos): ‘These raindrops fall around me, and I can’t help but think that these are the tears of the orphans that lost their lives so violently here, at this haunted orphanage’
I am trying to write a poem about my loneliness
But the page just seems to insist
on staying empty.
But loneliness isn’t emptiness
loneliness is the lead ball in the pit of your stomach
and the feathers tickling the back of your throat
loneliness is the itch you cannot scratch
it’s feeling far too much
far too little.
Loneliness is an all consuming enigma
of the past
of a past
Of a past you’re trying to forget
Of a past you can’t help but regret
Of a past that shoved you into the position
of isolation in which you reside
In which you’re going to die.
And sometimes solitude becomes gratitude
but the demolition of the monuments
that used to be perched on my ribs
left nothing but dust
and I am no longer grateful.
I used to build shrines in my heart to girls who would
never quite love me.
But that was never loneliness.
Unrequited love is a social activity because broken hearts
scream louder than all the wind in the world
Despite the rain and miserable weather
I could fill myself up with love even though no one
would ever reciprocate
even though I always had to compensate
by giving more than I had left in me.
I would clutch my chest and rip out pieces of my heart
on which metaphors for love and birds and bones
and sadness and stars
I could gift these to those who smiled.
Because nothing cuts into loneliness like affection
or the smile of someone who has no
I suppose I never had a reason to.
I am trying to write a poem about the rain.
They say that people are nothing like rain
nothing like snow
nothing like autumn leaves
because people do not look beautiful when they fall.
A phrase I could never quite wrap my head around.
Because to me falling is dancing
and dancing is writing
and writing is cleaning your body of the toxins
that well up behind your eyes
and hide behind your liver
and pump fluid in your lungs.
What isn’t beautiful is hitting the ground.
The snowflakes will dissolve and the rain
will be absorbed by the greedy earth.
The leaves will rot
and you’ll be taking shots
Until your heart falls out of your chest.
Loneliness is falling
and falling is dancing
and dancing is writing
and I am trying to write a poem about my overwhelming
fear of touching the solid ground.
I am trying to write a poem about falling
Because I reside in free fall
and my heart falls for the snow
and the snow falls for the rain
and the first rule of gravity is everything
So we fall
And I fall
and you fall.
On this day in music history: July 20, 1991 - “Unbelievable” by EMF hits #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 for 1 week. Written by James Atkins, Derran Brownson, Mark Decloedt, Ian Dench and Zac Foley, it is the biggest hit for the alternative dance band from the Forest Of Dean, Gloucestershire, UK. The track features samples of comedian Andrew “Dice” Clay throughout the track as well as a looped drum sample of The Soul Searcher’s funk classic “Ashley’s Roachclip”. The band are signed to EMI Records after only playing four live gigs professionally. Though the bands name is said to stand for “Epson Mad Funkers”, it has also been claimed to stand for “Ecstasy Mother F******”. “Unbelievable” also has the unique distinction of receiving a massive amount of airplay in spite of the fact that it features another vocal sample with the phrase “what the f*ck was that?” throughout the song. Since it is somewhat undecipherable, the profanity was never censored and continues to be heard in unedited form to this day. Entering the Hot 100 at #87 on April 13, 1991, it climbs to the top of the chart fourteen weeks later. EMF charts two more singles in their home country with the follow ups “I Believe” (#6 UK), “Children” #19 UK), and “Lies” (#19 UK, #18 US Pop), the latter is their second and final chart entry on the Billboard Hot 100. The band record two more albums before breaking up in 1995. EMF eventually reunite for a series of live gigs in 2001. Original bassist Zac Foley dies of a drug overdose in 2002 at the age of 31. The band split again in 2002, but reunite again in 2007 and 2012. The song is later featured in the films “Space Jam”, “Coyote Ugly”, and used in a television commercial for Kraft cheese. “Unbelievable” is certified Gold in the US by the RIAA.
Brittle bones break more easily
than the healthy
Bitter chocolate crumbles
on your tongue,
you are not the only one
See, trying to build homes
out of people
is much easier than it sounds
if you have a tendency for
co-i couldn’t live without you
and i wouldn’t want to even try.
a persons ribcage is the door
you lock yourself inside
it’s perfect to hide
and from inside their ribs they can not
throw you up
throw you out
throw you to the fucking wolves
and their heart is central heating.
Your furnace is loud before it breaks
and her heart has always been deafening
yet you’re the one who
ends up broken.
Do not forget to turn her mouth
into your mailbox.
Search and search inside
for something you’re waiting for
Something you may never find
deny and denied
Rejection letters and fliers
are the only things you get anymore
that’s okay because
fuck love letters
you don’t need them
fuck reciprocated love
you don’t need it
fuck every single thing you thought
you needed to survive
but wait you can’t because you are
already inside her
A ribcage turns into prison and her drinking
runs down her throat, ruining your
mail, burning your skin
It tastes like an eviction notice
The bank is foreclosing on your home
and you have nowhere to go
because bones to you are walls
and blood vessels are the paintings
her veins are the pretty trim.
If her teeth are the picket fence
you’re living the dream
fight the urge to scream and
Resign yourself to the fact you will always
like a stray cat except you can’t bare
the smell of blood
unless it’s your own.
Meet someone new
you don’t like them
and they don’t like you
but they make a mistake and open
I am already choosing a throw rug.