Was (is?) this weather event, this so-called “Fern,” geo-engineered? And before that, were the chem trails that I was seeing crisscrossing the skies day in and day out for at least a week, echoed by sky observers in many places, related?

Oh, you’re just paranoid, Ann. Let it go.

They told us we would get 4 to 7 inches of snow. No big deal. Well, we got at least 14 inches.

A part of me wants to taste it. What’s in it? That part of me wants to send a snow sample to some kind of outfit that tests what’s in it.

I do wonder if, just like pedophilia and child trafficking are now gingerly making it into the Overton Window, climate engineering is going to herald the next wake-up call.

Dane Wigington has been alerting us to this for at least the last 15 years.

Here’s his latest:

Oh, that’s ridiculous, Ann. It’s been thoroughly debunked.

Why the chemtrail conspiracy theory lingers and grows . . .

Oh? I remember when weather.com began to use scary headlines to generate fear (False Evidence Appearing Real). That began at least a decade ago.

 

For my part, this snowstorm was undeniably beautiful, and the extreme low temps we are now enjoying/enduring have been no big deal on my daily morning walks. Having lived for many years in a 20-foot diameter yurt in the mountains of wild Wyoming,

I know how to dress for winter weather: hiking boots, five layers on top, one thick or two layers on bottom, heavy gloves, several neck scarves, hat covering ear gaiter, and today, also a neck gaiter that I pulled up to cover my face when needed during my 1.5 hour walk that started at 8 AM, with 8° weather, due to go down to 0° as the day wears on!

Gorgeous. Glorious.

Puppy Scampi, however, didn’t agree. Refused to go with me.

And yesterday. I did not walk yesterday morning; instead I cleared paths for about an hour (it was either that or else go up and down the basement stairs 50 times; exercise is crucial to my mental health!) enough to get between our two houses and one path down the porch and out to just beyond the car . . .

. . . the street was cleared, late morning, with huge buildup of snow at the edges of course.

Then, when I got up from my nap at 2 PM, I noticed that the entire driveway out to the street had been cleared!

Wow. It turns out Joseph and Marita, who live next door in our little village, did that, plus shoveling other paths that get us various places internally.

Before this latest scaremageddon began we checked with Elisha, in the third house, to remember that we have two generators, three large containers of water, plenty of canned and dried food . . .

If we do get into trouble, we can even invite a few neighbors to join us.

I have a wood stove, for which I need to get its pipes cleaned; once cleaned it can be used for warmth. We do have wood.

We’re lucky.

We’re extremely lucky.

I live in gratitude every day.