I feel that I interrupt the weather control system HAARP in Alaska that New World Order uses to ruin our planets skies. I feel that they know this and fly over my home. I also get the feeling that there are some like, large, international covens of older witches that may fight the system, that perhaps notice my work. The Native Americans I believe definitely know of my affect on the weather. While I like being able to affect sunsets, make rainbows, and clear skies of chemtrails, I feel guilty whenever my emotions overcome me and there is damage done somewhere because of me.
but its all part of the plan i guess, because im pretty sure there are dragon clouds and phoenix clouds in the sky, battling or eating chemtrails together, like, all the time. its amazing to me how malleable he sky is. its sort of like a big hat the earth wears (thank you Brooklyn 99). air is symbolic of thoughts and intellect so the air around and over an area is basically a collective representation of how a place thinks. the clouds are water, the emotional element, so clouds a like the emotions that like derive from our thoughts. so clouds around a place are the emotional collective of that area. people like me, who know this, can affect the sky with their minds and feelings more intensely than someone who does not recognize this fact. for instance, I can see a chemtrail and sort of ask the cloud spirits to come and eat it, and they do. i can even clear it myself if I use a wand or staff. um, I can bring the sun out even in rain by just asking it to. i can create holes to the blue sky through thick grey clouds. often rainbows appear to me as sun dogs or fire rainbows or regular rainbows and i can amplify them with my mind. I can sort of stop rain and i can sort of bring wind. often entire sheets of grey clouds break up into blue sky directly over my house. sometimes it feels like my crown chakra like drags in the sky. what this all is is like meeting the Universe half way, like we do weather magic together. and every night, i care for the sunset and ask that it be lovely and pink for the people of saint louis. it often is.
because this place, named for MISSERY, is like a holding cell/breeding ground for the country's negative energy. the negativity from the east and new york and the west and LA passes into st. louis through it's "gateway" status. this and the riverbank's large archway/vaginal symbol make st. louis a feminized, submissive city to the rest of the country and the world. it is the seat of the Catholic church here in Uhmerica; Budweiser, Wells Fargo, Monsanto, and the Cardinals rule the city, as well as the freemasons and Washington University. there is flagrant racism in just the way the streets are laid out and named and in the city's budgeting for things like road repair and schools. it has the highest number of private, gated streets in Uhmerica. and the numerology of st. louis is staggering.
first of all there is one area code: 314. 3.14! PI! this implies a circularness to the communication coded to st. louis. and its true. the people here talk about the same stuff every day and night. they all go out and get drunk and talk about high school. still. and always. plus numerologically 314 speaks to the pain and stagnation of a community based on the pain and stagnation of the individual. and you know what the main drag, one of the country's top rated "streets in america" is called? THE LOOP. and you know what function the Arch, half a loop, serves? to control the gravity in the st. louis area, which controls people's emotions, which affects the weather and everything, and keeps it all looping in circles (think about it, that much metal in that shape next to flowing water, probably does something to gravity/emotion). The emotional climate here is weird and often does feel like a negative-feedback loop. Because of the church people are really weird and recursive about their sex lives, which essentially keeps everyone here from growing/growing up. because of the alcohol people don't deal with their problems and stay stuck, emptying out their negative emotions each night in the form of beer instead of dealing with them. and because of the money, everything feels segregated and classism is rampant. and then there's the real crime, and then the fake crime of the insane amplification the new world order does on the "St. Louis crime scene" in the media and on the internet. basically, st. louis is the never-ending hellhole where negativity between New York and L.A. meets and combines and is amplified as much as it is swallowed. st louis is where everyone is held for emotional ransom by the structuring of their streets, budgets, numbers, and a giant, gravity-bending Arch. the sports fans, the vast ghettos, the bad cops, the night life that thrives in this weird, sick shadow where no one has fun and everyone is broke, all of it is all of America's problems. basically, the city is going in circles with everything wrong in America suppressed into a few square miles by dark magic and gravity/weather manipulation. a witch once told me that St. Louis was like the Hellmouth in Buffy. that there is a giant rift here in space time, like a portal that begins at the arch and ends at the west end of The Loop, a street called Delmar, or "Of The Sea" in Spanish, going west, to the sea from the arch, later renamed Obama Ave or some shit, and ending at the foot of the old Freemason temple, now the Scientology Center, across the street from the Jewish Temples. it's like this big laid out bubble of energy manipulation. mostly sexual, as all the area codes are like 63112 and 63130.
there is a pall of hopelessness here. no one moves in and no one moves out. the best thing that happens to many people all year is the Cardinals fly around and hit balls with sticks. the sex scene is nasty and tainted by the catholic church and beer. the politics are corrupt and everyone hates their job. so i, a daughter of the light and of Atlanta, can be apart from this and go strait to the land and the animals and the sky and affect reality outside of this weird kill zone on st. louis. so every night i try to make a nice sunset and everyday i try to clear the skies of the many chemtrails and clouds of my own emotion. so that there at least feels and looks like there's hope here. and in ways i cant imagine i hope that the work i do here resonates a little elsewhere and that maybe it gives someone else hope that there is a reality out there without chemtrails and fema camps and government shut downs and aliens fucking up the moon and dark wizards masons trailing me wherever I go. all i can do is hope and pray for us all. it gives me hope that among these pictures of the hardships I brought, there were many of rainbows as well. the panorama of a rainbow on the left and storms on the right seems to well indicate the role my "bipolar" nature expresses itself in the sky. farewell, friends, and don't forget the sky.
