Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Fake Firmament

I'm looking out of a west window into a sleeping city. The ghostly tanker jet flies over like a white owl. His wing-span is gargantuan. Engines -- mute. Boeing's latest and greatest. Heading toward the Glades, asending gradually, he slips into a thick blanket of ceiling -- one that is an illusion even through Steiners.

This morning I saw doubtless ocular proof that what I had hypothesized was correct. The frantic 24/7 Boeing tanker missions (chem-trails) are to lay a fake ceiling around the planet. So that at night you think you're looking into a star-studded Nevada sky. But the stars are fake. And so is the sky.

The backdrop to the moon and stars is an aerosol blanket posing as a clear night. I infer that it is a cocktail of particulate nuke-friendly metals. They are good conductors of electricity and radio frequencies. The dense blanket is also an exellent aerosol base onto which one might project holographic images. The moon never looked so good -- until you see the clouds behind it, oops.

During the "star arrival" and "set up" phase, I notice how the whole star-studded blanket moves around in unison. As though somebody is moving the layout with a computer mouse. During this time it appears that the non-holographic drone-stars are linked-up with the software program and locked into their nightly positions. After this, they move across the sky in sync with their backdrop, mimicking noctural progress of celestial bodies from east to west.

What appeared to me as a Nevada sky in the subtropics was an optical illusion. This explains why my telescopes could not penetrate to deep space. The night sky had cartoon opacity about it and the stars were too close to the earth for true focus. A cream soup of "not quite black enough" to be open space. It had the surreal creepiness of van Gogh's "Starry Night."