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Clouds Of the Future in the Present Day

Clouds of the future, in the present day Astronomical Lies of would-be Biblical, but Judeo-Masonic deception, sleeping world enjoys its enslavement unconsciously, as though by default Majority rule is democracy? But, the majority insists on immoral high ground and is anyway the majority manipulated towards a certain tyranny Terraforming our once beautiful planet into a controlled and abberated self criticism, elitism and love of depopulation.. An envisioned pretense of coincidental hell on Earth Wake up sheeple wake up. "Nice clear skies...Nothing to see here, Move along, that's right move along" Conspiracy Theory, conspire against pragmatic research, hard fought-for, hard won Government agencies working in tandom with and dictated to, by age old secret societies Owned and controlled mass media oulets and social platforms enforce legitimacy, perpetuate and smother the propaganda and the lies Censorship of speech eventually.. All freedom dies Technocracy surfaces as authoritarianism deconstructs any and all opposition, If you think you've heard of this before, sensed it even you may be right, you may sense or see glimpses of truth still.. Does it matter that the weather modification projects ramped up in earnest from the late 1990's onwards employing underground laboratories, added Aluminum, Mercury, Barium, Strontium and more are bending, twisting and constructing new chemical formulae, for 'we the people' to inhale? Is this then, an almost certain dystopian future for their children too? For and within patented Jet propulsion, Big Oil global system, "Nice NORMAL skies, just a figment of the imagination - nothing to see here, move along, move along" continued in Part 2 to follow..

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