Hurricane Isaac was a highly politicized storm, the kind that strikes
around election season. As I proposed a few years back... might collective emotions be vented through
natural phenomena? The medical community confirms that negative mental states
can metastasize into physical disease. On a metaphysical level, what can nationwide
waves of emotions ignite? Storms named Fay, Hannah, Gustav and Ike made 2008
one of the most active seasons, in co-relation with worlwide surges of emotions. Otherwise it’s been pretty
quiet these past few years. Last year’s Hurricane Irene (name meaning Greek for
peace) could be interpreted as a synchromystical backlash, ripe with references
to Arab populations’ resentment of NATO’s expediency in
getting rid of the Lybian dictator for only a billion versus Iraq’s trillion
plus war.
Now that I recognize
chemtrails and HAARP as part of the equation, hurricane Isaac can be analyzed
as both a poetic phenomenon reflecting political fervor at the time of Tampa's Republican National Convention (note the ever more pronounced Republican rage
steering it straight to New Orleans) and a precisely guided HAARP missile,
punctuated by SoCal’s earthquake swarm and the exceptional feat of splitting it in half, with one section going west and the other towards the
east… effectively avoiding the forecast hit on Tampa.
The storm parted for
Tampa in the biblical sense, although it wouldn’t make sense that whoever was
trying to protect the convention intended for it to strike New Orleans in a
split screen debacle of Republican insensitivity. Its final destination points
to emotional steering. As a matter of fact, as it neared New Orleans, someone
was attempting to avoid the crappy tie-in and send it even further west…
perhaps the earthquake swarm of the day before discouraged more drastic
tinkering. As MSNBC meteorologist Bill Kearns forecast its sudden westward motion could steer it as far west
as Port Arthur, bloggers at Wunderground waxed meteoro-illogical on how Isaac
defied the laws of physics:
1533. WALMARTPROFITSAGAIN 3:49 PM PET on August 27, 2012
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Wow, what a storm...
so far since last Monday there’s been 58 track changes and 18 different landfalls
predicted and now they’ll use this storm to increase gas prices because oil
rigs are being affected in the Gulf. Someone is making a fortune off this
storm.
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Yeah
Wallmartprofitsagain… and they didn’t miss the opportunity to raise orange
juice commodities when it was going to Florida.
Another anomaly, this
time fortunate, is that Isaac didn’t gain much intensity over the Gulf. Can the
chemtrail plasma envelope inhibit acceleration? 
What’s amazingly clear are the wild fluctuations of typhoons these past few weeks. Check out super typhoon Tembin’s unforecast acceleration over the course of one day. He went over Kadena air base in Okinawa. They say the military likes to test on its own people. And could it also be someone we know blushing in his inimitable way after I wrote Tembin in French (t’aime bien) means I love you, on Aug 19th? Whether HAARP or mistral poetry, at this ephemeral level I don’t think one precludes the other.
Within a day, an explosive intensification.
And what is going on here? Does this fruit loop look natural, when Atlantic storms take a week to intensify from tropical to hurricane?
Bolaven was also a ‘peek-a-boo' typhoon that turned into a bad biotch, but it took a couple days for its unforecast intensification, probably because at 700 miles wide, its size dwarfed Tembin's. The eye of the super typhoon grazed camp Foster in Okinawa and hit North Korea like a bomb, killing 48.
To bust its forecast intensity, Bolaven only moved 2 degrees north and exactly 8 degrees east.
Note the name (bowl
have in) also proudly announced my cistern was finally full, helping me avoid
having to pay outrageous fees to trek the government’s chlorinated water up the
hill... I had been clamoring for that since a couple weeks.
I just found out
about HAARP recently, but hurricane names have entertained me for years, and they
charmed me again with the following adorable equivoque… during what I thought to be the most fascinating presentation of the Consciousness Beyond Chemtrails
Conference, meteorologist Scott Stevens brought up the abnormal shape of
Hurricane Isabel. He pointed to the geometry of a pentagram in its core, which
is quite visible. But… why Isabel? Is it an extraterrestrial funomenom telling
us it’s a bell? Here's the video:
Scott Stevens says that copy/paste
cloned clouds in the programmed weather patterns he’s observing are so sophisticated
it’s likely they’re from an extraterrestrial source. Is all this information
converging to form a big picture? That’s why I want to kiss and tell.
All along I’ve enjoyed playing ‘decipher the hurricane name’ word games, and Isaac didn’t disappoint. Besides Isaac’s intriguing Hebrew name meaning “he who laughs”, it also stands for I.S.A.A.C, the International Society for Augmentative and Alternative Communication; an organization which promotes multiple forms of communication for people who can't rely on natural speech. These include shared glances, text, gestures, facial expressions, touch, sign language, symbols, pictures… and in our case, cosmic poetry.
In Alfred Lambremont’s interesting interview with Dr. Leuren Moret , they touch on name games, this time by the illuminati, citing evocative places like Diablo Canyon and El Salvador (the savior). These days there seems to be a simultaneous interest for this type of codification. Now that I’m keeping up with chemtrail/HAARP poisoning, the genocidal threat beckons hopeless depression. It reminds me of HBO’s Veep, where the Hillaryesque VP’s aide tells her communication director who’s trying to open the windows that they don’t open because they’re anti-suicide windows. In our chembombed world, no need to lock them, it’s suicidal to linger outside! My mystical experiences with hurricanes over the past two decades serve to reassure me that there is something beyond these genocidal tendencies. Besides all the funnies and sweet nips, again this year, hurricanes Ernesto, Gordon, Helene, Isaac, and Leslie have passed either below St. Maarten or above it, not disturbing a single burgeoning seed in the garden.
I guess I've been a good girl; Isaac began its legendary track changes by moving south of us.
Actually, here the drama is
centered around an occasional jealous spat, like tropical depression Fabio soaking
LA, but it’s only a metaphysical bun tease, because deep down my angel and I
share a deep love we celebrate with a big bang lightshow, as it
should be when phantoms collide.
So anyway, the other
week Bill had his old girlfriend Arianna on the show, the queen of all
media. She once wrote this about tweeting
with Bill: “When I
first met Bill, the rituals surrounding our friendship were fairly
straightforward. I'd do his show... he'd come over for dinner... we'd go out
with friends. Now, thanks to social media, it's much more multi-layered,
multi-media, and much, much more meta.”
Arianna, you can
be the omni mogul, I got the meta angle covered.
