What’s that in the sky?

As a child, I would find stories in the clouds. A My Little Pony, an ice cream cone, a puppy. It was a fun way to get my imagination going, to say the least.

I grew up and stopped looking to the skies then. My life came inside, into a school or an office or a home, and I stopped looking for those stories. I’ve never stopped seeing the magic of the skies, though.

Then, a couple of years ago, I learned about Sylphs, a different kind of cloud. Instead of the puffy, cotton-ball kinds I remember from the 70s and 80s, these clouds are soft and wispy. I took a picture of one over Tucson this summer. I think it looks like a dove.

What are Sylphs?

Wiki says a Sylph “(also called sylphid) is a mythological spirit of the air. The term originates in the 16th century works of Paracelsus, who describes sylphs as invisible beings of the air, his elementals of air.”

Elementals are coined from the same work as Sylphs. They are mythical creatures attached to an element of the Earth. They are Gnomes and Fairies. Helper spirits. So, okay, they’re not what you learn in textbook science classes. The scientific explanation for what I consider Sylphs is that they are simply cloud formations. Nothing different than just clouds that got pushed together or molded into one. Let me tell you, Sylphs make my cloud stories so much more lively now!

Dove in the clouds.

What are Chemtrails?

According to Wiki, again, chemtriails are so named because of a conspiracy theory tied to contrails left by airplanes. “According to the chemtrail conspiracy theory, long-lasting trails left in the sky by high-flying aircraft are chemical or biological agents deliberately sprayed for sinister purposes undisclosed to the general public.”

Most people shrug off the idea of a checkerboard sky as just something that happens. But theses things never disturbed my childhood sky-watching. There were never stories in boxes.

Above all, Chemtrails are annoying. What the heck are they doing? Toilet-dumping? They didn’t exist when I was a child. I never had grid lines interrupting the picture-stories I watched, but I never jumped on the chemtrails bandwagon. Lately, though, I’ve noticed the chemtrails have been overpowering the skies. I can’t ignore them anymore.

One day last fall, I watched the skies over my Mom’s house in Miami as a Chemtrail floated toward the space directly over me. I considered going inside to avoid the possible fallout, then I noticed a few Sylphs seemingly speeding on an intercept course. Within the hour, the Chemtrail had been pushed away from my location. I could stay out longer!

Since then, I’ve asked Sylphs to help keep the trails away from me, and I watch as they do my bidding.

Now, I typically am not a conspiracy theorist, but something happened yesterday, Sept. 2, 2015, that made me a believer in the effects of Chemtrails.

After weeks in the mountains of Colorado where I saw not one Chemtrail and very few Sylphs, I returned to Arizona and was met with an amazing vision. In the distance, a majestic storm cloud grew. I watched two trails as one dropped into the cloud and another seemed to be on an intercept course. Nothing more happened there for a while until we drove under the cloud and watched dark gray columns reaching from the cloud overhead to the ground. Not one column, or two. There were at least a dozen. As we neared one column, I thought maybe the grayness of the column was rain, but there was no rain with this column, just a pickup of wind action.

That night we reached Tuba City and watched the magnificent colors and patterns left by the setting sun, and the grid-like Chemtrails seeming to originate and fan out from one spot in the East.

The next day, I woke with a migraine. We meant to drive to the Lake Mead area, but we got a bad start and had to retrace our steps. There were two ways to get there from where we were, not three, like we thought. One would take us North to Utah and would be a five-hour trip. The other, through the center of Arizona, would take a little over three hours. That’s the route we finally took.

As we drove, I watched the skies. From the very beginning of the day, chemtrails had been painting the sky in the same grid-like pattern, as if they were meant to cover the Earth’s grid.

As the day got longer, my headache became unmanageable. An anger built within the vehicle. I’ve always been very sensitive to feelings of anger. For me, it feels like an electric blanket set on stun. That day, I was motivated to get out of Arizona and out of this Chemtrails assault, but the trails followed into Nevada, where I watched them build at night as the silver light of the moon reflected off one particular trail over the rocky mountains of Lake Mead Recreation Area, making the Chemtrail look like a telephone wire.

Why Lake Mead? In my travels, I have seen less Chemtrail action over some areas, like Cortez, Colorado, and more over others, then this paint job over Arizona’s Hopi and Navajo deserts.

I don’t know the reason for these trails or the chemical compounds. For that, others are more diligent than I. See, www.geoengineeringwatch.org/chemtrail-syndrome-a-global-pandemic-of-epic-proportions-2/

I wonder if the chemtrails are affecting us in more ways than the physical. I wonder if they’re affecting our moods and our perspectives, maybe even changing our personalities.

I don’t know, actually. I’m just thinking and researching. Let me know what you think, my friends.

Sincerely,

The Dragonfly’s Student

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