an intentional scramble to make resources short?
to scramble our thinking too? we won't know unless we are capable to ask questions.
If what they spray is proprietary, we won't know unless we ask and insist on factual, long term answers.
Seven Generations is the only way to plan for all life's general welfare The Wealth and control of the few and to hell with this planet must shift. At the end of our lives, what will bring us contamination into the next dream? What will bring a sweet balm into the next?
I want to shout names at the supporters of weather modification, names like demon spawn or Satan Incarnate. But where will that get me? Bars of my own making because my energy goes jagged and sharp.
This anger feels invincible. Riled. Like I can throw a boomerang to the tide,
if my thinking is corrected and made fierce in the knowledge of my sovereignty. The sovereignty of breath is being taken from us via these aerosol concoctions. Is this what we want?