If it were allowed for me to indulge in idle speculation as allowed of any Neanderthal biped suggesting CroMagnon intelligence, I would advance that what occurs in the midst of night in the way of weather is not in any way normal. In fact , having lived for some decades in what once was considered normal as vindicated by the popular verse and holiday of yesteryear the overall sense of we have been experiencing extraordinary circumstances in the way of atmospherics for a decade and a half where older traditional patterns have almost become extinct. Now, the current official pronouncement of the ‘running dog’ press trumpets the clarion of manmade “Global Warning” and pins the cause squarely upon the insignificant shoulders of the lower rung of our own species. And while I, as a resident in an area taking up barely a mircro-dot on the surface of this spinning globe have no credentials to make equally cogent theories beyond the usual hubris of my own wagging tongue, have to suggest that based upon the panoramic view my bedroom affords of the sky, something possibly more dramatic and probably sinister is afoot.
Take for example the current thousand mile long storm cell that is now thundering overhead with its ceaseless lightning and pellet sized raindrops. The normal abnormal layer of dish-like haze that descends over the greater part of the metropolitan area and has for a decade running now replaced by a dense plasma cotton candy thick fog within which Thor’s hammer ricochets endlessly in a manner that suggests the hardware used in the Carl Laemmle produced original film version of Frankenstein. In other words the scale and power of the phenomena is approaching the fantasy level of Hollywood. Something in the modern context that a Stephen Summers might appreciate. There is an unsubstantiated explanation of course that has all the trappings of this entertaining dimension. That the malevolent powers of the power elite have harnessed the mad genius of the actual inspiration of the pyrotechnics that were previously cited film, Nikola Tesla, and are applying them on a Global scale. That the desire to command the heavens, or at least a hundred vertical miles of them has finally been fulfilled by a combination of deliberately sprayed airborne pollutants in combination with 3.6 MW of 2.8–10 MHz HF beamed like some manmade equivalent to the last climactic display of the the fictional namesake of “Raider’s of the Lost Ark”.
If you bother to look up such things one can easily hearken back to the first part of the last century where the general population scoffed at the possible abilities many yet to be revealed inventions that have become long accepted in everyday parlance. Bombs that can kill and entire city, missiles that function with advanced robot-like intelligence, and sending satellites into durable orbits far above the firmament of the earth’s surface. The power to tap the massive electric potential of unseen resources within the earth and atmosphere itself still hesitantly resisted with the Liberally applied catchword “conspiracy” by most yet plainly evident is such circumstances as the ones now grinding over my own head. I guess that I remain a caveman in this sense bouncing around slinging my jawbone of an an ass skyward in intellectual frustration. Not privy to the secrets of my betters whose understanding of the cosmos is necessarily kept arcane from my unscientific mental ramblings. For just because similar phenomena is fed to me in the popular media does not mean that such nonsense has any possibility in fact! Our larger world cultural Matrix does not work that way, right?