The Quandary Is; Do we accept all we’re being told by politicians and the main-stream-media about the state of the world today? Or do we all open our eyes to what actually ‘is’ going on all around us and particularly in our skies? Has Geo-Engineering changed our skies, our world, and humanity forever?
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YEP, the sky wears whispers we were never taught to hear,
A silver hush of particle dreams drifting year to year,
Old geo-engineered horizons scribble moods in air,
A subtle rain of questions settling everywhere.
They say aluminium ghosts are in the drifting brew,
A soup of unseen seasonings falling through the blue,
And minds feel heavier under thoughts they never chose,
As if the weather learned the map of inner woes.
A CERN-side voice once murmured, cautious, calm, and boson-wise,
The Higgs she nudged, and fractionally we shifted skies,
We feared a door to Big Bang days would yawn too wide,
Instead a quieter hack slipped through the cosmic side.
Reality, once solid, flickered just a thread,
A pixel shaved from certainty, a rule misread,
So clocks feel drunk and truths feel bent and tempers fray,
No wonder streets and screens all seem to shout “okay?”
We laughed at end-of-worlds and swallowed jokes with cheer,
While something tuned the dials we didn’t know were here,
A cosmic prank, a lab-born tweak, a tiny spin,
That let the strange grow loud and let the odd slip in.
And in the halls of power, suits rehearse their lines,
A uni-party chorus humming out of time,
Their eyes like doors left open in a padded ward,
Escapees, we joke—sorry, Broadmoor—marching toward the board.
The world goes mad, we ask, or did the rules just tilt?
Did sanity inherit someone else’s guilt?
When clouds feel planned and headlines feel like plays,
And common sense takes holidays for days.
Perhaps it’s myth and metaphor braided tight,
A way to name the unease haunting night,
Or maybe truth wears costumes, thin and sly,
And science dreams where poets fear to pry.
Between the spray and smash of stars and schemes,
We drift inside our hacked and humming dreams,
Trying to laugh, to rhyme, to keep our head,
While certainty dissolves like words unsaid.
If madness reigns, let wonder share the throne,
Let questions breathe where answers turn to stone,
For in a fractured world we still can say,
We see the cracks—and rhyme our way.
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YEP! The old ‘Geo-Engineering’ has also contributed to the ‘Mental Health Pandemic’ sweeping the Nation/Nations in recent years {What with Aluminium Dust being just ONE of the ingredients in the ‘Particle Soup’ being sprayed all over Us!} – Although a CERN insider has put it down to the Higgs-Bosun Experiment which She says “Altered Reality Fractionally” …
So while WE! Were all warned that the experiment ‘could’ take Us back to the time of ‘The BIG BANG!!’ – In-fact – We’ve just had our ‘reality’ hacked – A little bit – So NO WONDER the World’s Gone MAD!! – EH?? .. It would also explain WHY! Almost ALL of the Uni-Party Politicians appear to be Escapee’s from Broadmoor … (Sorry Broadmoor) ….Does this all explain ‘The Mandela Effect’??
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