More Chemtrails in Guadalajara

Devoted Boles Blogs Network reader and commenter Alison Hermosillo checks in again from Guadalajara to give us a press update concerning our ongoing coverage of “Contrails into Chemtrails” —

Hello again,

This time, i’m sending you an article on the newspaper MILENIO, here in Guadalajara, Mexico.

It’s in spanish, and says nothing “new,” mostly argues the point or better said, question on how it is weird that no authority, news media, or even investigator has gone into the topic of our skies beeing “seeded” with the contrails “chemtrails.”

Give it a look, I thought it was nice to find 😉

Alison

http://origin-impreso.milenio.com/node/9087541

Look for “Nubes de Jets”, by Hector Topete Tovar

The attachment is a scan of the newspaper original.

— here is a copy of the newspaper scan:

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More Contrails into Chemtrails

On July 11, 2007, I wrote an article — Contrails into Chemtrails: Are We Being Poisoned From the Sky? — where I posited the notion that something strange was going on in the sky above us:

As we cock our heads skyward to wonder at the jets above us and the beautiful plumes of white they leave behind as godly evidence of their whirlwind trip into the heavens, there are some scientists who believe we are being slowly poisoned by those white plumes — those contrails — by chemicals that are being seeded into the sky in those beautiful, twisting, tufts of man-made trailing clouds.

Intrepid Urban Semiotic reader and commenter Alison Hermosillo took me up on my offer to get in touch:

I found your site on a “purposely made contrail” search I did a few minutes. I live in Guadalajara in Mexico. I have just recently (about a month ago) become aware of patterned lines in the sky. I don’t know much on the subject, but I do in fact believe this:

1- It is a new sky effect, this wasn’t happening before and it’s characteristics (parallel or crossed lines, during a lapse of time during the day) make me think it is NOT a natural event, but man-made.

2- Since it is man-made, and I know planes, airplane fuel and permits to fly aren’t cheap, I know that somebody MUST be spending a lot of money to do this.

To me it leaves 2 possible options: Either someone RICH is doing something really GOOD, for altruistic reasons OR someone is doing something very BAD for evil reasons. Mexico does not have the money or the smarts to be engineering these things, so why are we seeing this here?

Here are Alison’s images taken in Guadalajara, Mexico:

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Surveillance Art: Faces From the Sky

The slums of Kiberia, Kenya take on a special, enigmatic, glow when viewed from above.  The large face art is only visible on a grand scale in the surveilling, Panopticonic view:

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The Invisible New York City Spy Chopper

As you walk the streets of New York, someone is watching you from above — and it isn’t the FDNY Firefighter Spies.  You can’t see them, but they can see you.  You don’t know where they are — but they are always… there.  Right there:

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Contrails into Chemtrails: Are We Being Poisoned From the Sky?

As we cock our heads skyward to wonder at the jets above us and the beautiful plumes of white they leave behind as godly evidence of their whirlwind trip into the heavens, there are some scientists who believe we are being slowly poisoned by those white plumes — those contrails — by chemicals that are being seeded into the sky in those beautiful, twisting, tufts of man-made trailing clouds.

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Monarch of the Plains

Growing up in Nebraska can be a lonely and hard thing. Earth and sky are elements made for crushing. Each Nebraska horizon beyond the urban core presents only two images you learn early to avoid and they are both found on the visceral level where trembling and genetics meet blood creating the canvas of dreams and the kindling of hope: Bunches of blue sky crouch and stretch above just out of reach, teasing you over and around in what you imagine the ocean must look and feel like; maturity comes in dry pieces you kick and hold in your hand as dust while down beneath your boots rusty slivers of infertile earth scatter telling of dreams ending in sharp shards and hope dead and undone by a landscape that forgives nothing but rain.

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