What Really Happened With Sandy

So what really happened with Hurricane Sandy?

There are several sites on this link.  What do you think?

http://weatherwars.info/

The Commanders

Moles spend much of their time underground.  Digging.  Their paws are especially adept at clawing their way through life.  They are squatty with underveloped hind legs.  Close to the ground.

She was like that.  Cubish in stature.  Cubish in personality.Even driving a Cube.  Always digging.  Cherubic little face but claws that could pierce with the slight movement.  Always into everything.  Everyone's business.  A self appointed Chief of Police.  Commanding.  But I am not so sure who she commands. Definitely the down and out.  The elderly, too.

She is partially friendly with Town Crier, another rotund woman.  Town Crier has a pitbull appearance.  Cockney-like mannerisms.  Pygmalion. There is absolutely no filter between her brain and her mouth. She appears to like to help folks in distress.  She would even lose her life to safe someone.  She is also dogmatic. 

Without seeing her, the sounds of her flip flops year round and a heavy walk bespeak her presence.  Her British voice always gives her away until she rounds the corner.  She likes the remote control in the gathering room and can't turn the volume up loud enough.  She is fodder for my blogs.  So is Mole.

But Mole isn't nice.  She tells the obvious.  Always. A woman who feeds your dog bones while insulting the owner.  Very Catholic in her upbringing, she is continuing aghast at her ground children.  None, interestingly enough, come to visit her.  She is married to Jabba, the Hut.  More rotund, morbidly obese.  He is her parrot. Mynah bird.

It was a short walk to the gathering place to complete this blog. It was also more than quiet.  Until Mole entered the room.  Without concern for anyone watching the morning news, once again Mole commanded the space. She was speaking about who was breaking the rules again.  After delivering the basics, she trudged off to her room by the front door. Slamming the door as always.

Projection can be fun.  Especially for the observer.

BINGO

When one thing comes into your thought pattern, you observe it.  When two things come into your thought pattern you wonder.  When three things come into your thought pattern you take notice.   

From: www.skyshipsovercashiers.com:

A former NASA employee who has retired shared this information:

1.

    "The Earth’s magnetic field has dropped 40% in the past couple of
years and NASA expects a pole shift between November 2012 and the
spring of 2013.

    NASA was moving to Dayton, Ohio.

    Gas and oil facilities are primarily located on the coasts and
would be destroyed during the pole shift.  He noted there was a
refinery in the mountains of Colorado that would probably survive.  It
was added that because of the dams in North Carolina, some power might
sporadically become available.

    The pole shift would take about three days and during that time
there would devastating winds.

    There is a gag order on NASA employees. They are not to share this
and perhaps other information with anyone beyond their immediate
family members."

2.


HAARP is at its highest frequency in the mid-Atlantic and eastern New
England region.

http://www.haarpstatus.com/status.html

3.

 Could this over-hyped Hurricane Sandy be engineered.  Why not? Clouds were seeded in China to keep rains away from the Olympics.  We do have the technology to do this.  Consider this.   The 'swing'
states (FL., NC, VA., NH, OH) seem like they are in the direct path of Sandy.


Alex Jones thinks this could be engineered as well:

http://www.infowars.com/the-engineered-storm-of-the-century/

We will probably never know what causes a lot of the mysteries in our world.  It is important now, especially now...to notice relationships between events that have the potential to control us, to limit our freedoms.   And stay away from all this negativity.  At the very minimum, our pollution could have brought about these changes, along with natural occurring climatic changes. 

For this writer, I shall continue to trust my intuition. It tells the truth.

Keep Out, Keep Out

Stories abound about the removal of the Memorial Bridge in Portsmouth, New Hampshire.  Some say the eerie waters of the Piscatagua River are a marine grave.  Submarines were repaired nearly.  Netting around Peirce Island used to keep Russian Subs away from the Naval Shipyard.  The netting is still awkwardly in place.

The arched bridge above carries travelers to and from Maine.  Memorial Bridge was just in front of it.

This river cries to be left alone.  It didn't didn't the Navy there to begin with.  And, it doesn't want more destruction to the marine habitat.  This past week, a tug boat capsized trying to remove supports for the removed bridge from under the sea. The bridge was removed this past winter. Please take a look:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUCFfC8CGoE

The seas has a memory.  It wants to be left alone.  Forever.  So it wasn't surprising that the tugboat was claimed.  Even when it began to list, no one could save it.  A tugboat couldn't upright it. Even divers and salvage crews couldn't surface the boat.  More attempts will be made today. 

What is most interesting about this process is the energies lying below the river.

KEEP OUT.  KEEP OUT.

Three Knocks

Three Knocks

"Snug as a bug, I'll bet the builder of this barn didn't anticipate the tree growing so large. Many barns are held up with large rocks," Beth thought.

She was driving past this old barn when she came upon this:

While you can't see it now, a tall and slender man dressed in Brooks Brother's finest dropped an envelope alongside of one of the grave markers.  Slowly, he turned his head side to side before he tilted upward.  A few sniffles later, the man was back in his shiny black Mercedes.  

The envelope he dropped was quickly fingered by what appeared to be an Appalachian Trail through hiker. The hiker was clearly out breath, and at a distance she could see he had on a tattered Arc'teryx shirt, short hiking pants, socks and boots. It appeared that he had not seen a bath or shower in some time. Beth was glad to be standing near the water's edge and not so close to his view shed.  The flowers she laid beside a flagged tombstone was also her camouflage.  But just as she laid them down, he disappeared down the other side of the hill.

Beth continued to photograph areas sites.

She was remembering when this naval prison closed in the late sixties, and  imagined the cloak and dagger schemes a few of the inmates would later tell.  Government prisoners aren't always in the slammer because of crimes.  Sometimes...well, they just have too much information.  Reminiscent of Mandela, they are better kept alive for their deaths would have erupted a revolution for sure.

As Beth was packing up the Canon Power Shot SX 30 IS, the man in the Brooks Brothers ensemble returned.  This time he was in a vehicle with "The Property of the United States Navy" logo written on the doors.  He climbed the slight hill appearing to look down as though he was waiting for someone but didn't want to appear obvious.  The Appalachian Trail through hiker moved in.  Soon he was in place within a few feet of the naval officer.

It was apparent words were exchanged but never any eye contact.  The Naval Officer reached for a small white envelope from inside his pocket.  The through hiker took it placing it inside his pocketed tee shirt.  Beth dropped to her knees, afraid she may be revealed as she reached for Kleenex from her Baggelini purse to quell her runny nose.

"Beth!" the voice cried out.

She turned her head quickly as three more Naval Officers ran toward her in a soon-to-be-flanking position.  She didn't know either of them. Though she had been writing stories like this before.  But they had never been a problem.  At least not to her knowledge. Her heart was beating out of her chest as she ran toward the Mustang. Beth couldn't get inside the car fast enough.

Doing an S-curve toward the bridge,  she saw two more naval vehicles were positioned at and behind the bridge.  She couldn't go back because she didn't know what was behind her.  She did know her car could spin around them.  Perhaps Beth watched too much of the Dukes of Hazard while raising her children.  This wasn't the General Lee but it could sure get her to safety.  A friend's garage was just a mile down the road and Beth already had her on speakerphone.

"Beth, the door is open, just get in!" she said.

Bo closed the door behind me.  She was breathing so hard she could not speak. She was glad there was no light inside the garage to reveal she had just pulled in.

Bo had these people on a high tech GPS and alerted the team to follow them. Just then her cell phone rang and it was Barbara, her high school friend.  She had taken early retirement from the FBI and was ready to join us.  She had seen enough to last a lifetime.  Now she wanted to do something good.

"I'm on my way.  I'll be in about midnight.  Three taps on your door and you will know it is me."

(Cough) We Care About The Small People

Nuclear weapons go off underground:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEfWw06IO_k

Andromeda Council. 

Was the explosion in Virginia, later said to be an 'earthquake' real????
Undersea military bases are being moved.  Check it out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcpXKvjElMc&feature=related

http://www.activistpost.com/2011/08/6-strange-anomalies-with-virginia.html

Phil Schneider and government cover-ups.  A bit about his alleged 'suicide.'

"

The Mysterious Life and Death
of Philip Schneider
By Tim Swartz with assistance from Cynthia Drayer

Al Pratt suspected something was wrong with his friend Philip Schneider. For several days in a row, Al had gone to Phil's apartment, in Willsonville, Oregon, saw his car in the parking lot, but received no answer at the door. Finally, on January 17th, 1996, Al Pratt, along with the manager of the Autumn Park Apartments and a detective from the Clackamas County Sheriff's office entered the apartment. Inside, they found the body of Philip Schneider. Apparently he had been dead for five to seven days. The Clackamas County Coroner's office initially attributed Philip Schneider's death to a stroke. However, in the following days disturbing details about his death began to surface, leading some to believe that Philip Schneider had not died from a stroke, but had in fact been murdered.

Philip Schneider's life was certainly as controversial as his death. He was born on April 23, 1947 at Bethesda Navy Hospital. Philip's parents were Oscar and Sally Schneider. Oscar Schneider was a Captain in the United States Navy, worked in nuclear medicine and helped design the first nuclear submarines. Captain Schneider was also part of OPERATION CROSSROADS, which was responsible for the testing of nuclear weapons in the Pacific AT Bikini Island. In a lecture videotaped in May 1996, Philip Schneider claimed that his father, Captain Oscar Schneider, was also involved with the infamous "Philadelphia Experiment." In addition, Philip claimed to be an ex-government structural engineer who was involved in building underground military bases (DUMB) around the country, and to be one of only three people to survive the 1979 incident between the alien Grays and U.S. military forces at the Dulce underground base. Philip Schneider's ex-wife, Cynthia Drayer believes that Philip was murdered because he publicly revealed the truth about the U.S. government's involvement with UFOs."

Source:   http://www.ufodigest.com/mystery.html

And more on this:

 http://www.ufodigest.com/mystery.html

We Have Met The Enemy And...

Need I say more?

http://www.brasschecktv.com/videos/the-war-on-terror-is-a-fraud-1/the-fbis-fed-follies.html