Digital Snow Day

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
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.

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.

Like entering the fourth dimension, from the back

Tropical storm Helene’s been swirling out in Veracruz (meaning true cross), the same Mexican state where Hurricane Ernesto made his second landfall. He hit Coatzacoalcos, an indigenous name meaning ‘where the snake hides’. These storms are aiming for an area where the planets are going to align on December 21st 2012. Interestingly, while Ernesto was acting up, I heard a radio interview on Red Ice radio with Drunvalo Melchizedek, the first person in the world (in modern times) to mathematically and geometrically define the human body's light body, called the Mer-Ka-Ba. He has been researching Mayan prophecy directly with the Mayan council of elders and their leader, Don Alejandro Cirilo Perez. The interview with Drunvalo was all the more interesting as he is pictured with a snake biting itself, and ‘where the snake hides’ was Ernesto’s destination. Here’s a key excerpt from the interview:

Drunvalo Melchizedek: You look at the procession of the equinoxes, which is basically a wobble in the earth’s axis. Science thinks it takes 25,771 years for that to go around once, the Mayans say no it’s 25,625 years; they’re off by about a 142 years… and it's that cycle that is what everything is about ….right now - what the whole earth is leading into. The whole paradigm about that is huge! It’s been talked about since the Vedas 6000 years ago and instilled deeply in Hinduism and Tibetan Buddhism. It is behind everything they’re saying, it’s the focus, because according to them, this cycle is divided in half, so it’s about 12,000 something years each way, and we’ve just come around the last half… and on December 21st 2012 at 11:11 pm, in Chichen-Itza, Yucatan, Mexico, the sun, the earth and the center of the galaxy line up in a straight line. That just might seem like it’s an eclipse or something, but from their point of view and from the Mayan point of view and that of the tribes that work with them, it’s WAY much more than that! For one thing, for the last 12,000 something years this cycle has been male and male dominated, and starting on December 22, 2012, the cycle switches to female, and females will basically begin to control the world, just as the males have for the last 12,000 years. They’ll take over everything… they’ll take over the governments, they’ll take over the religions… they’ll take over everything. This is what the Mayans are saying anyway, because it’s just what happens when this happens, and then 12,000 years from now they’ll get all convoluted and kinda crazy like the males are now and the males will take over again… and coming down the dark side they will protect us as we go through there again… so this cycle’s been going on forever.

Red Ice radio interviewer: That feels like a pretty long cycle. If we can put it in context, half of the game, the other team holds the ball so to speak, and the other cycle, the other team… this seems to be pretty evenly distributed.

Drunvalo: It is perfectly evenly distributed and what happens as eventually the males come down to the last 2000 years, they’ve been getting more and more weirded out and at this point all we’re doing is having wars all over the world and going crazy. And that’s what happens every time according to the Mayans. They’ve got it written in their predictions from a long, long time ago that this is what’s going to happen right now – and that’s exactly what’s happening. The world has looked at their prophecy and only seen the part that they’ve talked about towards the male side, which is from there, they see what always happens: all the male institutions and everything they’ve created dissolves away. So from their point of view, the governments and everything dissolves away and a whole new way of perceiving reality appears which is purely female. This is what takes over, and this is what keeps the balance as we evolve over time.

So... as I see it, there’s your pussy riot, in case you don’t quite know what that means. The Mayan prophecy is not about the end of the world, although some guys might still decide to interpret it that way. In light of chemtrail madness perpetrated by men who believe they have God-like powers, the Mayan prophecy doesn’t seem all that crazy. Check out the latest full length movie on Chemtrails, ‘Why in the World are they Spraying?’ The power to create and control severe weather conditions serves disaster capitalists with the means to consolidate monetary and political power. Un_fucking_believable... but_right_dead on. It’s like reality is a dream; a Buddhist concept that's making more sense than ever.

And what about all the hurricane name synchronicities? Where does that fit in with these new clues? In the August 5th post about Ernesto (Her Nest Oh), I wrote about the stones from my coffee table coming from Devil’s Hole, and that pinged… on August 7th, cyclone Gilma formed in the East Pacific. Gill is a crevice and Ma… well you do the math. Is this another hypothesis for the source, and sanctuary of the angel? Soon after Gilma, there was cyclone Kirogi. Qui rogue? Hi! A taunt to a comment from ‘Her Nest Oh’ on how the only research on chemtrails is ‘rogue’ scientific inquiry… I’m thinking of getting a Rogue emblem from a Nissan for the back of my jeep.

Then there was this gem: major typhoon Kai-tak. When I saw it I had just relayed the whole angel story to some good friends… Kate talk. Could it also be a free Pussy riot, and a green light to blab about this blog?

I dunno, there’s a lot of work involved and the possible reaction is a big mystery, but I’m sensitive to more signs. Right now I’m missing some of the 'Consciousness Beyond Chemtrails 2012' conference to write this, but with Helen (elle haine – she hate) wooshing around Veracruz, and Dr. Masters predicting the next one, Isaac (eye sac) is heading straight for my island, I get the idea, I’ve been complacent and I’ll write ‘til it’s done.

Ok, trying to keep up… the other one left is Gordon. Hurricane Gordon is on its way to Europe. I looked up Gordon, it's a Scottish name, here's what I found: "This placename is derived from the Welsh language elements gor, meaning "spacious"; and din, meaning "fort". After ‘Her Nest Oh’, that would make sense. Of course we're working on the upstairs 'Garden' too!

The first time I remember Gordon was in 1994, at that time I was still with Don. Although he was a great man on so many levels, he did have a propensity for mood swings (probably a genetic link with a history of slavery, or his contemporary drug habit) and he would sometimes get mad at me for arbitrary reasons, although his emotions were only served with words. Anyway, in 1994 Gordon killed 1200 Haitians, and at the time 'gore Don', a protective instinct, seemed logical from my angel's point of view. And then there’s Bill’s gory story, something about jealousy… Does this look like writing dirty?

When you have an angel, things are complicated enough. Now we’re happily married to the same man since 16 years.

...So now it’s 6:30 am the next morning and I’m up putting finishing touches on this… I just noticed tropical storm Tembien popped up just this morning. T’aime Bien in French is ‘love you’, I feel happy I’m writing!

Before I get back to watching the fascinating Consciousness Beyond Chemtrails conference, I want to point out a weird thing mentioned by Bill’s guest, Peter Byck, director of the movie Carbon Nation. He talked about a meeting of minds with an airline pilot who didn’t believe in global warming, yet still excelled at conserving fuel.

Pilot? Fuel? Why bring up the key elements of chemtrails, and not talk about the elephant in question? Byke contends that a new way of grazing cattle and organic farming can turn on the fragile soil and enhance carbon sequestration, to make a real difference against climate change. I can see his heart is in the right place and he may think the best way to get publicized is to take the soft approach, but if it’s now proven science that chemtrails are saturating the soil with massive doses of aluminum, strontium and barium, new grazing habits will have a limited impact. Why doesn’t he just address the issue? It’s already out there.

Anyway, I agree with Bill’s other guest, Chelsea Handler. We're taking the back way into the fourth dimension and men are gonna get it soon enough. 

Billet-doux on the nature of reality

It's halfway through 2012 and turning out to be a barnyard of revelations for those brave enough to face the folly. Take chemtrails, those ominous aerosols being sprayed by military and commercial jets all over the earth… up to now barely a mention in the media and blacklisted by science, yet the internet is blowing up with information and rogue scientific inquiry. Little by little, some familiar faces are breaking the silence; Roseanne is speaking at a major conference on weather modification from August 17 to 19.

When I was in the States last month it hurt to go outside and exercise; plasticized lawns were spewing a chlorinated concoction in guise of watering, and aluminum laden graffiti filled the skies. Lo and behold, the BBC is starting to sensitize the public to chemtrails, as a technology to curtail global warming. I see… instead of facing peak oil, they’re coating the earth with even more chemical particles in an attempt to reflect the sun’s heat back into the atmosphere. It's no surprise that former global warming master skeptics, The Berkeley Earth Surface Temperature Group (funded by the Charles G. Koch Foundation ) is now reversing its findings to conclude that humans are almost entirely the cause of climate change. Will franken-science use global warming as an excuse to chemtrail us into oblivion? Other latent reasons for chemtrails point to Monsanto’s patented aluminum resistant seeds, rigging of weather related derivatives… and don’t forget the blooming Alzheimer’s industry!  

So far, the multitudes of weather modification patents don’t seem to show much success, as drought and temperature extremes still ravage the earth. And cowering under the menacing skies, folks from both the far left and extreme right remain global warming non-believers. In diverse circles it's a commonly held belief that temperature spikes are attributable to sun flares. Witness a new alliance forming:  permaculture hippies protected by gun packin’, freedom lovin’ rednecks, united by a bristling repulsion to government, FEMA and carbon taxes.

As a hypersensitive I know from direct experience that man-made pollution is destroying the earth. Other mysteries abound though, like whether science is behind the reduction of hurricane intensity these past few years. Bill Gates was supposedly looking into a technology to cool down hurricanes in their path. Really? If that’s the case, thanks for enveloping the Leeward islands in high wind shear again this year!

Which brings us back to our fantajournalism… after tropical storm Fabio, the name of my Italian friend,  I spotted Typhoon Vicente, which is my husband Juny’s given name. His name is Vincent but Vicente fits right in after Fabio. And following my Soul Train dance demo from the last post, there’s tropical storm Saola, pronounced soulah, the name of a rare horned animal from Vietnam.

Then there was typhoon Damrye, which made its way to China after the Aurora shootings occurred. On the fringes of the internet, the Colorado massacre is connected via numerology and other arcane concepts to a blood sacrifice for the corporate darling Olympics. I found the reasoning a little far-fetched, but parts of it intrigued me, especially in light of the name Aurora. Recently I wrote about how right after she died, my Mom roared into St. Maarten on the wings of two earthquakes: “That night she roared back and the earth shook”. With all the Ohs and Ahs stylistically punctuating our hurricane poetry, I had to do a double take over 'Oh Roar Ah!'  I joked that my angel might be connected metaphorically to the Joker releasing his angst. He bounced back with “I know you are but what am I?“ in the form of typhoon Damrey. Dame rit means ‘lady laughs’ in French. When I saw a reference to the actress Emily Attack attending the London premiere of The Dark Knight Rises, I laughed again. In Buddhist thinking, the ultimate nature of reality is beyond good and evil. Hating those who hurt us perpetuates misery. What we can do is bear witness to the pain, and allow it to heal over time.

The next typhoon, Haikui, needs no explanation. Typhoon Haikus coming atchoo!

Meanwhile, in the Atlantic, the fun is starting up again. I can completely relate to tropical storm Ernesto, ‘Her nest oh!’. Completing Eversummer is my passion these days. I’ll take this opportunity to show the columns we’re covering in mosaics and other views of the house.

We're planting 2 shades of ground cover plants in the basin, only 2 inches high to frame the view. 

The coffee table stones come from Devil's Hole in Rouge Beach. They're veined in iron oxide.

The mirror wall, all hand made (inexpensive art).

Her Nest Oh!

Tropical storm Florence also fits in the picture, as we’ve been attempting to remove grout residue on the marble... hence ‘floor rinse’. The other day we used olive oil on the marble inserts and it worked!

Here we thought we'd need nothing less than muriatic acid applied with a thin paint brush, but the oil worked better.

Every time I look at a hurricane name and figure out its cute meaning, I light up with love. Whoever is entertaining us in this way, I adore you!