Long hot summer nights?

On 4 May 2013 00:25, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

Long hot summer nights... hugging the hearth.
 
The "merry month of maybe", giving the grate a side kick to dampen the updraft for fear of soot. Home where the Hibernian hearth is, sipping tea in a broad brimmed hat back after chilly market chat.  Where i in mid banter was approached by a man in similar headgear fondling a formidable telephoto with zoom "just looking for interesting faces" and i was happy to contribute and be shown how i turned out crows feet and all. Said he'd send me them, having typically plugged the blog stating "so long as it won't be used in evidence against me" intuitively psyching that he wasn't a 3 letter acronym with a cover.

Just what i was wanting yesterday, some professional portrait email attachments to attach and email to my kinly attachments. 
A sign of accelerated manifestation. Simultaneous to ambulation contemplating a comment hint of a 'chemtrail post'.  Re the responsibility intrinsic to the power of speech.

Given, the scrawled note on my hall wall, a succinct code: 
"Harm nothing.  Create beauty.  Speak truth".

Ruminating inwardly, 'how DO you break a hard truth softly without walking on eggs, literally?'

I mean, if someone was in the path of an oncoming car and unaware how would i live with myself if i didn't scream
"LOOK OUT!" ?

I mean you don't say "'er, excuse me but...".
If the house is on fire you don't give a damp cloth if the man who put it out had red hair or not.

Except in this case the alarm cry is "LOOK UP!"
"When will you’s ever 'LOOK UP' for Earth's sake!?"

Better stop first.  Switch off your self-phone. Be aware of absent manhole covers, there's never a shortage of burst water mains with men dressed in yellow nearby somewhere chatting over poised picks and shovels.
Anyway there i was.  Avowedly a someone with heartfelt intent to unearth and freely disseminate portents of hope backed by fact, or at least as undetractable as a relatively solid fact could hope to be.  Appalled by mass apathy combined with complaining when it's raining anyway, pondering i was, how to broach a caring question, like:

'When is a cloud NOT a cloud?'

Particularly when the choice at stake is between,
'a will to LIVE, or a willingness to EVIL.

It's plain to see right there, you can't have it both ways, and the absence of firmly insisted choice is interpreted as consent, by certain people who choose to remain nameless and faceless.

Cut to the choice.

A friend remarked that, at least the people who read my blog would already be well aware of exactly what i am so gently alluding to.
It's the others, especially with children and kin to care for, or the confused, or barely coping consensus. How do you share a crucial truth with folks who trust the TV (Divide and Rule) 'programming', more than they could mobilize unanimous COMMUNITY action at the drop of a channel remote control stick?
It IS a moot point.
Disturb an ants' nest and they all go into action as one and resolve the emergency.  Same with bees, wasps, wolves, birds, pick any undomesticated creature.
Whereas, HOMO APATHETICUS?
"I don't like to think about it.  They wouldn't do that."
Well i'm sorry.  They DO.
"And who are 'they' anyway?"
Exactly.  'They' don't want you to know that.
So, for the uninitiated, take a break or read on.  I give you a fair choice.  I have no wish to alarm never mind depress or harm trust and hope.  On the contrary.

Chemtrails, as they are called.

(I nearly lost this whole text to the cybervoid right there!)
Well i got as far as a succinct title:

'RAINING POISON'

That's pretty stark.  Well stark.  Not pretty.
Since anything i may or may not say about it is already prolific (Pro LIFE-ic) throughout the public domain, the wisest thing to do is enter the word 'Chemtrails' into an online search engine.  A bee would consider you slow if you didn't, make a bee line for it.

Surely you've taken a moment to look at the blue sky, particularly when there's a sunny morning.

You've seen vapour trails of passenger jets.  Their white trails naturally evaporate to nothing at a distance behind the plane.

Increasingly, if you look, you will see vapour trails which DON'T just evaporate.  But remain suspended and expand.  They expand to the extent that they become a wide streaky haze.  They are chemically designed to do that.

Shortly after, the weather will change. 
Obscuring the blue of sky and clear sunlight.
We are 'led to believe' that is their purpose. 
You know, "global warming" and all that.
Global warming!  Are you kidding?

"You don't have to be a rocket scientist," so that's one less thing to worry about.  Worry is unproductive anyway.
Quite simply (and it's amply documented by a fast growing army of credible researchers the world over, this is a global phenomenon), the contrails just described are NOT 'condensation trails'.

They don't evaporate.  They are NOT just water vapour.
They consist of a variety of chemicals, including heavy metals, aluminium, barium, and other toxic substances, all of which you will find have been detected and tested and found to be in the water, the soil, the air, and hence the food and all that lives.

'They' call it 'geoengineering', but i know what i'd call it. 
Am i being gentle enough?





I am sorry to wake you, but,
"YOUR HOME IS ON Fire!"







Breathe gently, take a homeopathic 'rescue remedy' if you have one. 
Shock is temporary.  It's sometimes what it takes to wake up. 
Take it easy.  I've said enough.  Don't linger in worry, i recommend you do some simple homework.

When you feel calm and centred i recommend to start with...  carnicom.com.
(That's Clifford Carnicom.  A researcher and lover of wild nature, aren't we all, who subsequently self-educated on the matter.)

There are many documentaries, youtube videos and websites.
Try 'What on earth are they spraying?'

Try aircrap.org.


I first 'got wind' as they say, that this would be occurring, back around 1996 or 7.  It's not just recent but is becoming more apparent to more people in every country.

I must add (i must) that despite the burden of knowledge and any sadness we are to process and arise out of, there are many natural means available which purge toxic substances from the body.
Garlic for example (wouldn't wish you to lose any close friends you may have).  Seaweed then, in most edible forms as part of a healthy diet, otherwise, (thinking of the kids - "Aw mum not seaweed again i hate seaweed!") kelp tablets.  Rosemary, rosemary tea is very powerful strangely enough.  Spirulina and Chlorella from the wholefood shop.  Also Magnesium for certain.  Vitamin D3 for the immune system.  You never need get a cold, why is it called 'the common cold'?  Because of weakened immune systems.

There's just a few, and there's more.

Most of all, a valiant optimistic (opti-mystic) and life loving, trusting SPIRIT.  Dedication to all that is GOOD and TRUE.  The NATURAL BEAUTY of LIFE.

We are not only human you know!

There is more that's transpiring than meets the eye.
The good thing about a bad dream is that it wakes you up.
I apologize if i disturbed you.

As William Blake said (you've heard of him i presume), "Oh what have i done?  The power of the human word".

I hope i've helped in some small or larger way.  I had to say something. We're all here together, and i wish you, and us, and IT, well.~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Planet Visitor.

PS~  PINK!
I like that pink. It's for LOVE not alarm.

photos : moo chemtrail pics by d.p.w.t.

artwork, digital panplay : "in livid fuming" - i burn 1-3; ii bleak 1-2; iii blitzer 1-3; iv blaze 1-3
MAY13 - wfp for moo

art : collage excerpts incl. towpath vision, martin law, April 2013

"Wish they'd quit aerial aerosoling.  They're a load of fecking aerosholes and shld be shut down but a catapult don't shout that far.

So we have to resort to escalating art/word magic with no less of a vehemence 'eye have spoken!'"

MRBM 2 May 2013 18:40

~ starting a garden,/ re. rooting.

On 23 January 2012 03:42, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker> wrote:

fifty-four change of address moves since leaving the parental nest, culminated in the first stable and satisfactory present one on a housing estate.

satisfactory, in that, while not being the first garden I have established from scratch, it does have adequate space to do it again. thirty-seven and a half feet square out the back, with also a sizeable front garden.

an opportunity to put down roots, after a half century lacking such. the previous address having only a comic/tragic claustrophobic three feet of gravel, totally shaded by a fifteen foot high surrounding block wall.

so that, three years ago now, this present address was a welcome opportunity to establish roots and grow food.

the square patch was overgrown, having never been cultivated. the previous two year's harvests from it have carried me through most of the winter. a timely re.rooting synchronized with the impending systems’ crash.

being a painter, I approached the challenge as an artist approaches a canvas. with fertile imagination and a love of the materials. it was mostly long grass at first. I loved the way the wind rippled in waves across it. but of course, the main density of grass is below the surface, that is, roots.

I have never had any inclination to resort to a mechanical cultivator. any more than I would do a painting with an electric toothbrush. so I set to "work", preparing my canvas with spade and fork.

the first thing I did was, clear a space of cut grass in the centre, by hand, with garden shears, old rusty ones I had found. to lie down in the sun and contemplate my next move.

well, a central lawn is nice. especially a twelve foot diameter perfect circle, inscribed with a string and two sharp sticks from the exact centre of the square.

this left adequate space around it for radial arms of enough potential vegetables of sufficient diversity. the only crop-circle for miles around, in an environment of complacent rectangles. I imagined how that must look from up above.

and so, feeling like a cookie cutter I slowly started to separate the green from the brown, enjoying the sharp edge, which would later become a moat. radiating out concentrically as more brown expanded to counterbalance the green. and the brown is thick with roots of grass. the brown is dense and never been dug. there is also plastic, trash, glass, and what became a mound of stones of all sizes.

knowing full well, this will have to be dug and dug again many times to restore it's fertile consistency and texture.

some may disagree, but that's cool. I love the process, and intuitively know the energy and attention won't be wasted. it's my painting, and I'll make it as welcoming as possible for whatever may wish to grow and thrive and throw down it's roots.

and of course, everything did thrive. friends commented that it must be magic, and of course it is. creative energy harmonising with the sacred soil, inseparable from it.

but this intimately relating, with the downtrodden and neglected earth, dreaming of rich loam and fertile abundance, that's a next part of the story for a rainy day.~~~~~

~~~~from martin rainbowmaker.

art by martin law :
- radiant sphere, january 2006   
- window in space, august 2006
- solar quincunx, 2006   

collage by Wfp for moo



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