Where we live, in the southwest desert area, of Las Cruces, New Mexico, and El Paso, Texas...the windy season, is supposed to end after March. It is now, June. Where we live, the summer monsoon's, are supposed to start in July and August. It is now, June. Every day...it is a strange mix, of vapor trails, gaseous, amorphous clouds, and chemical odors coming off the desert. Every day, we do our work, as particles, unknown and un-admitted, descend upon us, and our neighbors. If these things, are a harbinger, of our future...we just might have to move, underground. All around our farm, in the open areas...in the sagebrush, the chaparral and grease wood...Jack rabbits, and Cottontail...Roadrunners and Rattlers, all ask the same question...What is happening, to the seasons, the cycles...we are used to? They sniff the air. They stare, at the sky, as we do, and they wonder. Do we still have time?
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, Deming, New Mexico
Photo Credit: disclose.tv, Tackling the Chemtrail Conspiracy
I think we do..I hope we do. Your words remind me of the Qaballah concept of 'Ain Soph Aur'
ReplyDeleteIn that, Ain Soph Aur, is sort of, light/time catching up to itself, where, as our lag time is diminished, our last second is eternal...so, in that event...we become 'one with everything' just like a weenie, from a hot dog vendor. Hahaha. Thanks for a hopeful comment, Dean.
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