Like Lambs to the Slaughter......

Blue skies turned to gray…..

     Looking up this morning, I see blue skies stretched out as far as the eye can see. I am grateful for the day, yet, disheartened by the parallel streaks criss-crossing overhead, not yet dissipated enough to blanket the blue, but a frightening sight, nonetheless. And this is now a daily ritual. We are forsaking God’s canvas of blue. We are being doused in white, and being told to expect a cloudy day. But it is not clouds we see; it is a delusion of mankind. Man thinks he can undo what he has done. It is too late, I fear. We cannot stop the waters from rising, the seas from churning and the mountains from rumbling. The volcanoes will erupt, the earth will open wide its mouth and swallow whatever lies in her path. But man thinks he is invincible and can stop her after all the damage and pain he has caused her already. Mother Earth will stop at nothing to unleash her girly power and sending planes into our skies to lace the earth with chemicals to thwart global warming will not work.

            A patchwork of chemicals, raining down on our land and on our heads; who is at the helm here in this world? Man? I don’t think so. The universe will have its way with us. We are not in control. How much is it costing? Not in dollars; in sense? The price on our heads cannot be measured. Are we so dispensable now? Are we too many in numbers? Is there a fleecing of the flock or a shearing of the herd going on? Why are we inundated with electromagnetic fields of color, palettes of streaming white chemicals, vaccinations; a new one every day to go along with a new pill for whatever is ailing you, with a death scribe to beat the band, all for our viewing pleasure as we watch: “America’s Funniest Videos”. I am not laughing. I am crying on the inside and alerting all I know to “LOOK UP”.

            This morning, as I drove home from taking my daughter to school, I pulled over and asked a local “Newsday” contributor, a neighbor: “Hey what do you think about all those chemtrails over our heads?” He looked at me and said: “Oh, they said it would be cloudy today.” I said: “I counted on you for your insight”. He said: “I am not so brilliant after all.”