I didn’t believe in chemtrails, thinking that at some point, not everything people are paranoid about can be true. I started reading about them, still dismissing it despite the rest of my world falling to pieces with all this Covid nonsense. Then my asthma began getting very bad. No obvious reason, so I thought, “maybe it’s just allergies.” But then an event happened. I had left early for work, so I was just strolling outside. I paused to admire the perfect, sunny day without a cloud in the sky while I heard what was three fighter planes in formation. As I watched, right in the middle of my view, in unison, all three planes started to drop their chemicals. No trails before, no clouds passing by… Just three jets clearly dropping something over the downtown part of the city (my husband, in denial when I showed him the pictures, asked if perhaps there was a fire they were putting out-although he realized how silly that sounded after the fact). There was no denying that something was being dropped, and sure enough, my asthma that had finally calmed down started back up over the course of the day.

I mention this because it is a perfect example of the hypnosis being broken by logic and truth. I am regaining my freedom in part because the drastic, “last straw” events tptb are taking are breaking the spell they have cast over all these years. It is almost as if they have become too drunk from all the power they have seized over the years, and instead of being slow and patient, they went too far and can no longer hide the absurdity of their desires.

I am including the link to the days and times these jets will be back. I know it’s a clue (as Jon would say), and perhaps someone on here can use it or figure something else out.

https://kval.com/amp/news/local/f-15-flyovers-monday-for-eugene-springfield-roseburg-cottage-grove-and-florence

There is a third option: to just accept the fact that nothing is ever what it seems to be, we don’t have all the answers, and live happily knowing that the final answers don’t matter – what matters is that our choices are not narrative-driven. One must realize that there exists something within us that does not need a narrative, that is totally self-energizing and sustaining.

I came , I saw and I didn’t believe my eyes .

Pierre from Bordeaux

Mayn is a truth,
a potent wine,
once Immersed,
becomes Divine.

https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/mayn

Mage and the Mead