Chemtrails - Jets Spraying Over Populations

The day was sunny and the sky, a harsh blue; I noticed overhead a couple of jets spraying, their exhausts spewing a milky trace expanding into a puffy pollution plume, slowly diffusing over densely populated areas and refracting the light of the sun. I hastily secured my seat belt as the car powered up and adjusted the rear-vision mirror. My chiseled face was pale and thinning hair, unkempt. I spotted the look of apprehension over my face as the car turned into Queen's road towards the University where the meeting was scheduled.

It is almost a decade since America and the globe is gripped by this new strange malady that has stricken me. A recent study identified the organism involved is silicon-based with a melting temperature of eight hundred centigrade. I cannot understand the indifference of mainstream news nor the disconnectedness of the medical establishment that at best reproaches victims as delusional.

Fortunately, we have the Internet today; otherwise I would not have discovered people with the same affliction as myself and joined in discussion forums. Most of all, I would not have met free-press reporter Jeff Reece. Jeff's website explains the whole sad story, disease, symptoms and lack of action by researchers and an uncaring medical fraternity.

"Crazy world", I bemoaned audibly, banging my fist firmly on the steering wheel.

The new disease emerged in Australia some five years ago. My ex-wife complained about a strange skin-crawling sensation, soon her children reported the same, followed by myself. We are all hosts to tiny tubular feelers colored red, black or clear, visible under the skin and protruding from beneath, even from hair follicles. Julia needed operations on both her kneecaps to have fibers removed before she could walk again. Other people have their own horror tales and there are reports of hopelessness and suicide.

As the car sped along the boulevard, I noticed more of the so-called "chemtrails" now criss-crossing the sky. At the University's bio-genetics building, I caught a lift to the third floor and announced my arrival at reception. Soon, I was led to the conference room where a familiar thin man about forty, wearing a disheveled gray suit uttered, "Hello, come in John. I'd like to introduce you to Dr Kahim Rajah and retired Major Glen McClelland; you've met Dr. Helen Hildegarde, PhD last time we met." Then turning to the others "I'd like to introduce John Matheson, a victim who provided samples." Handshakes were exchanged and everyone settled in their seats.

"OK, we all know why we're here, let's get down to business." announced Jeff at the front, "John will begin with a short account, then Helen will give her update on her research."

I stood to speak and explained that different victims practically report the same experiences: the growth is itchy, uncomfortable, causes a variety of illnesses and is highly contagious. Anecdotal evidence suggests transmission by insect bites, direct contact or leaching into the skin from sleeping on the same mattress. If tackling a lesion with a certain amount of vehemence, I suggested some kind of intelligence from the idea of fibers receding back into the skin, as if perceiving some kind of attack. When I place my hands in water the organism collects under my skin, moving in a clockwise direction, always clockwise, why this preference I cannot say. The delegates looked surprised, even shocked, then Helen began her brief.

"Thank you, John, Gentlemen. Last time we took samples from the callus on John's cheek and since, we analyzed cell structure using electron microscopy. Dr Rajah, here are some of the images at magnifications ranging from two hundred times to one thousand times, your opinion?"

Dr Rajah graduated from Yale University, his passion and course of research for many years has been the pathology of migration of silicone in human tissue. Unlike his peers in research, this new, strange disease fascinated him. "I examined these images earlier and I see no known parasites; these do not appear to be any animal that I recognize and I don't consider them biological. I mean there is no defining cell structure, therefore it cannot be under genetic control."

"You mean the cell structure is random?" said Jeff.

"Yes" continued Dr Rajah, "they exist in an ambyloid, or pre-protein state. When mixed with genetic material, they can make a new life form, a eukaryotic cell such as happens in cloning. Eukaryotic means two or more complex cells."

"So, we have a gel mass or template, as I may call it that can take on the genetic characteristics of whatever material is nearby?"

"Precisely," exclaimed Helen taking over the conversation. "To elucidate technological advances behind this phenomenon, I'll cite Shanghai University in 2003. For the first time, scientists successfully fused human cells with rabbit eggs, producing a hybrid embryo called chimera, therefore blurring the line between human and animal.

At Tel Aviv University, nano-battery technology of dimensions less than the thickness of a strand of hair has been developed and patented. "

Jeff who was absorbed by Helen's pictures and still listening intently suddenly interjected, "Now take a look at those images, you can see colored fibers, gooey coating, polymer, hologram tentacles that suggests machines."

"Sure," replied Helen, "under high magnification, one can readily see the gel mass, here in the shape of a snake with hooks in it there, you can see one much like the claw of a cat and even evidence of strange reptilian scaling. These tiny colored tubes would be antennae of some kind, apparently for transmitting information."

"Indeed, nano-machines!" exclaimed Dr Rajah, "those blue wires have gel on them and one has a golden head, which is translucent and as Jeff alluded to, appears to be a holographic sensor for recording and storing data as we know this is where nano technology has progressed to these days."

"And how does the disease move throughout the body?" I asked tentatively amidst the learned company, "Well, by self-replication," replied Dr Rajah, "these nano-machines know how to replicate; therefore this is the mechanism for growth.

At this point, Jeff wound up the discussion. "OK folks, we have seen the evidence so far, now let's speculate. We know from last time we met there is a connection between this organism and chemtrails the nano-tubes have come from the skies. Somebody on this planet may have engineered these things and they have come loose, or it's done deliberately. What is its 'raison d'etre' for the human body, who is collecting the information and for what purpose?"

Jeff turned to the Major who had been sitting quietly and asked for his comments. McClelland is an aging but fit gentleman, rather phlegmatic. When he stood up, I noted he was indeed a tall man. "Thank you Jeff, as you know much of the information we are seeing today and the background research is released for public viewing on the Internet - just type in the key words into your favorite search engine."

The Major paused and now his countenance changed to more severe, if that is possible.

"The factual evidence shows a connection with engineered bio-warfare, I believe. Those of you who read free-press articles would know there's a group of elites - the wealthiest families of the world, who have their own agenda for a single global government referred to as the so-called New World Order. You can easily verify this by doing your own research on the Internet and you will see that what I am saying is correct."

Jeff expanded on this view, "History has shown they have infiltrated Western governments, they wield power and their machinations hide their true intentions. They don't care about ordinary people, so now this new scourge known by the name Morgellons has emerged and they are implicated. Why do you think they are doing it?"

"Possibly for population control or even mind control I dare say, world population is growing fast, exponentially. Numbers of people on the planet must be limited or we will run out of space to live, we will outgrow our food supply and over-pollute the world with our waste."

An uncomfortable silence prevailed over the room.

"Thank you Major, it's time to conclude our discussion so I wish to thank everyone for their contributions and please watch your emails for further news and our next meeting. A final word, we all wondered just how widespread this disease is. How many people are carrying these abominable things in their bodies? - In the United States, in Australia, in the world. Thousands, Millions? Guess we don't know yet."

With that thought I made my way down to the car park. Driving down the boulevard, my mind drifted, pensive about the new research and its implications, but more at ease now that another piece of the puzzle has been found. The Major's radical thoughts troubled me, though my immediate concern was ridding myself of these terrible parasites and getting back to health.

My attention was again drawn to the lurid skies but there were no jets now, just a visible uniform brownish haze fueled by the afternoon sun, testimony of unnatural forces previously at work.

A week later, I got a phone call from someone by the name of "Jack Tonkin." He declared,

"Hello, your phone number was provided to me by a Major McClelland. For reasons you will understand later, I can't divulge my real identity. I'm an aircraft mechanic working for a major airline on maintenance bases located at a large airport. I discovered some information that you may find important in your research on chemtrails and related diseases."

He was reluctant to chat further over the phone and wanted to meet me. We made an appointment to meet that night at eight o'clock at my apartment. There was a knock at the door right on eight. A stocky, unshaven man with a moustache and cap, about forty in blue overalls introduced himself as Jack Tonkin and I welcomed him in, offered him a seat in the sofa, and asked him; "Would you like a beer?"

"Sure, thank you" he said with a look of relief as if it was his first chance for the day to relax after a hard day's work. When I returned, it did not take him long to start with his story:

"First I should tell you something about the 'pecking order' among the mechanics at the maintenance department at the airport. It's important to my story and to the cause to which you've dedicated yourself. "He was pensive for a moment, and then continued...

"Mechanics want to work on three things - the avionics, the engines, or the flight controls. The mechanics that work on any of these three systems are considered top of the pecking order. Next come mechanics that work on the hydraulics and air conditioning systems. Then are the ones who work on the galley and other non-essential systems. However, at the very bottom of the list are mechanics that work on the waste disposal systems"

"I see, I get the picture," I said, "No mechanic wants to work on pumps, tanks, and pipes that are used to store the waste from the lavatories, right?"

"Right! But at every airport where I've worked there's always two or three mechanics that actually volunteer to work on the lavatory systems."

"That's a bit odd." I muttered.

"Well that's only the start of the mystery, the other mechanics are happy to let them do it. And because of this, you will have only two or three mechanics that work on these systems at any one airport. No one pays much attention to these guys and no mechanic socializes with mechanics who only work on the smelly waste systems. In fact, I had never thought much about this situation - until last month."

"What happened last month?"

"Well, one day I was called out from our base to work on a plane for another airline. The dispatcher didn't know what the problem was. On inspection, I found the problem to be in the waste disposal system. There was nothing for me to do but to crawl in and fix the problem. When I got into the bay I realized that something was not right.

"Oh yeah, what could that be?"

"I noticed immediately that there were tanks, pumps, and pipes that should have been there, but were removed. It had been ten years since I had worked on one, so I wasn't entirely sure. Then I quickly realized there was extra piping and tanks not connected to the waste disposal system. I had just discovered this when another mechanic from my company showed up. It was one of the mechanics who usually works on these systems. I happily turned the job over to him, but as I was leaving I asked him about the extra equipment."

"So what did he say?"

"He told me to worry about my end of the plane and let him worry about his!"

"Hmm, not exactly a friendly reply."

"The next day I was on the company computer to look up the wiring schematic. While I was there, I look up the extra equipment I had found. To my amazement, the manuals did not have a thing on them. I even checked the manufacturer files and still nothing. Now, I was really determined to find out what was the function of that equipment!"

"Oops, we've run out of beer." I said, "let me get some more from the fridge in the back room. Back in a sec."

...coming soon