Another Grey Day

Another grey day. Yet is it grey? No, it is another ‘white out’. A blanket that does not move with the wind and that does not break apart or have edges or endings, except at night when the layers have finally sunk down to ground level, distorting the light of sunset into unfamiliar prisms of green, pink and yellow.

Each day the sky is an endless, bleak, depressing shroud. As indeed it is meant to be.

‘They’ become ever more blatant.

In the summer those who had initially mocked and equivocated, finally quietly admitted that something was going on but only with vague hints and whispers, yet it was there hidden in the folds of the government website. Geoengineering and weather modification, which is probably for own good because the government would not allow it if it were harmful. Sold! To those of the ‘climate change’ religion who may even believe that the egregious chemtrail noughts and crosses are justified because we need to blot out that dangerous scorching summer sun, lest we spontaneously combust like so many vampires in terror of the dawn.

Even though of course it is impossible to blot out the summer sun; how arrogant, what hubris! This foolishness resulted in us being suffocated under a choking fug that kept the stifling heat in and the pollen low, like an endless dry sauna with none of the health benefits.

But it is winter now and the demonic sun still needs to be blotted out?

What is ‘their’ flimsy reasoning now?

The real agenda is an assault on farming, to blight the crops or at least stunt their growth. And why not kill two birds with one stone? The grey helps to depress the public, to make us ill by depriving us of vitamin D, whilst poisoning us with toxic heavy metals. More subtle than a gas chamber but no less effective over time...

Meanwhile, with heads down, glued to black mirrors, the willfully ignorant carry on digging their own graves by contributing a slice of their council tax to fund the ‘weather modification’.

This to me is the most evil of all the sins ‘they’, the Satanists, the Illuminati, the

Cabal, the WEF, have committed because there is no getting away from the skies and the air. I can opt out of the supermarkets or the NHS, electric cars and smart meters but I cannot opt out of breathing this foul fog.

And where are the whistle blowers? Even if the spraying is done by drones, someone is producing the toxins, loading it into canisters, flying the craft and pressing the release trigger. And what of those that work in production, where are the huge plants of chemical manufacture?

When I was a girl some 50 years ago, sparrows smothered the lawn everyday in our small suburban garden. We had swallows and huge flocks of birds forming their circling kaleidoscope patterns before settling down each night. We had the dawn chorus and insects that squished on the windscreen. The trees and bushes were so many shades of green, not dry, withered and a sickly yellow. Clouds came and went, the sun hid and came out again and I regularly had burnt shoulders. On a ‘lovely day like this’, we were expected to be out, it was considered a waste of the weather to be indoors and to watch TV on a dry day was sloth like indeed.

I comfort myself that this too shall pass; though not in my life time, not in yours and not in our children's. Yet I know also that ’they’ will never be sated or satisfied, it will never be enough. The desire for control is a hunger that is never abated. The turning of the screw will continue on and on...

And when there are no longer any of us left to persecute, they will turn on themselves. The savage dogs, ripping each other to shreds until the victor, the richest and the most powerful man standing, shall be raising his arms aloft, reveling in his glory, with no one there to applaud him. No witnesses, no envy, no competitors, no celebration, no admiration, no laurel wreath. Just emptiness and silence.

And then the winds will blow fresh and clean and the earth shall grow green again, the sparrows and swallows shall return and the beasts shall graze lazily in fecund fields, with the bugs and the bees humming nature’s rhapsody but you and I will long be dust and sadly not there to welcome or to praise life’s return...