Contrails and Chemtrails

I find myself angry every time I look at the sky. It starts out blue but by mid-morning, it begins to fill with white trails streaking across the sky. By late afternoon, they have blocked the sun and I can no longer tell if the white in the sky is a real weather event or man-made. 

This is not covered by the media but as more planes leave trails, I can't believe that no one will acknowledge their participation. We've heard that air traffic has increased so there are more contrails. Air traffic that flies sided by side filling the sky? Air traffic that makes cross patterns? Air traffic that is visible to us little folks on the ground? Contrails dissipate. Cemtrails linger and spread. It's almost as if the powers that be are snubbing their noses at us. 

In the last month, it has gotten worse. The sun is blocked almost everyday now and I have a garden that needs sun. I am afraid of what they are spraying in the sky. There are a lot of conspiracy theories so you are free to take your pick. Just type in chemtrails and you will find lots of information. 

The Bible tells us that we are to care for the earth. That is not a global statement, it is meant for each and everyone of us. 

Genesis 1:26 “Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.”

Genesis 2:15 “The Lord God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and keep it.”

My little space is my Garden of Eden. Believing I am responsible for caring for and maintaining my space, I do not harm the earth. My anger is directed towards those who willingly harm me and my garden. They harm the insects, the animals, and the people around me. 

I have to wonder how Jesus expects me to meet this challenge. Anger is probably not the correct response but today, I am mad. I am not a sheep to be lead to the slaughter for whatever purpose the chemtrails are meant to do. They are harming me and my earth. 

I know the end is near. All the signs are there. I know that whatever is going on is just the beginning of something awful. So today, I will go out and water my garden. I will enjoy the flowers and watch my vegetables grow for as long as the Lord allows. 

Letter to my grandson, adopted at birth

Written in 2010, the letter to Gregory was never sent. Some of the events in our life have long ranging effects. Children make adult decisions as teenagers that change the direction of their lives and those of their parents. 

Gregory,

For more than 20 years I have wondered about you. You were my first grandchild and for most of your years, my only one. I can honestly say that I thought about you often and always wished the best for you.

I am sorry that your parents were young and dumb but we did offer to adopt you so long ago. Your biological mother made that impossible so we took the only picture of you we had and put it in a safe place. Think what you might, I always held out hope that we would meet you someday. You are part of the family.

I am happy that your biological mother has made it possible for you to find my son. I am sorry about all the nasty emails that were part of the process. Email is not the best way to deal with issues that are important. So much can be misunderstood.

Thank you for contacting my son with the wish to meet him. We know you are only interested in biological medical information but that’s a whole lot more than he had before. Your email to your biological father was greatly appreciated. You made it abundantly clear you were not interested in talking to me. I understand and hope that you will change your mind.

It is fair for you to think of your biological family as strangers. You are a stranger to us as well. It is hard to decide what to think. On one hand, you are family who was taken from us by a frightened, hateful child. On the other hand, you may have had a better life than we could have provided.

In the meantime, we have adopted our other grandson. He is a joy and the reason we have rearranged out lives. We love him completely as we would have loved you. He knows about you and family is important to him. He loves his uncle, your biological father, and spends time with him.

I just want you to know the door will always be open. We are just people, not special, not unique. If you choose not to meet me, that's OK since I have gone this long without knowing who or where you were. I will take your picture and put it back in a safe place. I have no intention of reaching out to you or attempting to disturb your life. If you change your mind I will welcome the contact. The choice is and always will be yours.

Grandma