The Chemtrail Conspiracy Set (Lady Justice Book 22)

by Robert Thornhill

  Being a retired professor with doctorates in Psychology, Sociology and Philosophy, I figured he might be able to shed some light on the mysterious streaks in the sky, so I parked my car and headed to his apartment on the first floor of my building.

  “Walt! Come in please. What brings you to my door this fine day?”

  I pointed up. “Tell me what you know about the streaks across the sky.”

  He smiled. “What was it --- a year ago, maybe two --- I pointed those out to you but you just weren’t interested. What’s changed?”

  I plopped into one of his easy chairs and told him everything which had happened since the first call from Jack Carson.

  “So, I guess at this point I’d like to know what’s being sprayed, who’s doing the spraying and why are they doing it.”

  “My, my, you are an inquisitive lad. What makes you think I have the knowledge you’re seeking?”

  “Well, for one, you’re the smartest person I know and I figured you would have the information or tell me where I could get it.”

  He rubbed his chin. “Very well, let’s see what your attempt at flattery will get you. In a nutshell, the answer to your ‘why’ is weather control and national defense. Are you, by any chance, familiar with a paper titled, Weather as a force multiplier. Controlling the weather in 2025?”

  I shook my head.

  “I thought not. It was a paper published by the Air Force in 1996. It laid the groundwork for what we are seeing today. Hang on a minute.”

  He went to a bookcase and ran his fingers across a row of titles.

  “Ahh, here it is.”

  He returned and opened the book to a dog-eared page.

  “Let me just read some of the things being proposed back in 1996. ‘In 2025, US aerospace forces can “own the weather” by capitalizing on emerging technologies and focusing development of those technologies to war-fighting applications. Such a capability offers the warfighter tools to shape the battlespace in ways never before possible. It provides opportunities to impact operations across the full spectrum of conflict and is pertinent to all possible futures. The purpose of this paper is to outline a strategy for the use of a future weather-modification system to achieve military objectives rather than to provide a detailed technical road map.’”

  He ran his finger down the page. “Here we go. ‘Weather-modification technologies might involve techniques that would increase latent heat release in the atmosphere, provide additional water vapor for cloud cell development, and provide additional surface and lower atmospheric heating to increase atmospheric instability. Critical to the success of any attempt to trigger a storm cell is the pre-existing atmospheric conditions locally and regionally. The atmosphere must already be conditionally unstable and the large-scale dynamics must be supportive of vertical cloud development. The focus of the weather-modification effort would be to provide additional “conditions” that would make the atmosphere unstable enough to generate cloud and eventually storm cell development. The path of storm cells once developed or enhanced is dependent not only on the mesoscale dynamics of the storm but the regional and synoptic (global) scale atmospheric wind flow patterns in the area which are currently not subject to human control.’”

  He continued to scan the page. “Ahh yes, and here’s how they plan to do it. ‘A number of methods have been explored or proposed to modify the ionosphere, including injection of chemical vapors and heating or charging via electromagnetic radiation or particle beams (such as ions, neutral particles, x-rays, MeV particles, and energetic electrons). It is important to note that many techniques to modify the upper atmosphere have been successfully demonstrated experimentally.’”

  “Any of that sound familiar?” he asked.

  “I heard ‘injection of chemical vapors,’ and I’m guessing those are the streaks across the sky, but the rest of it doesn’t mean a thing to me.”

  “You are quite right about the vapors, but those chemicals are only half of the equation. Have you ever heard of HAARP?”

  Of course, I had not.

  He thumbed through the book again. “HAARP is a research station in Gakona, Alaska. It is funded by the Air Force, the Navy, the University of Alaska and DARPA, the Defense Advanced Projects Agency. Let me read a description of the facility to you. ‘It’s the largest ionospheric heater in the world. Capable of heating a 1000 square kilometer area of the ionosphere to over 50,000 degrees. It’s also a phased array. Which means it’s steer-able and those waves can be directed to a selected target area. What they have found is that by sending radio frequency energy up and focusing it, as they do with these kinds of instruments, it causes a heating effect. And that heating literally lifts the ionosphere within a 30 mile diameter area therein changing localized pressure systems or perhaps the route of jet streams. Moving a jet stream is a phenomenal event in terms of man being able to do this. The problem is we cannot model the system adequately. Long term consequences of atmospheric heating are unknown. Changing weather in one place can have a devastating downstream effect. And HAARP has already been accused of modifying the weather.’”

  “Here’s a photo of it,” he said, handing me the book.

  “So you think the government is altering the weather with this thing?”

  “It would certainly seem so, and with disastrous results, I might add.”

  He reached into a newspaper rack beside his chair. “The Kansas City Star, Sunday, May31st, 2015,” he said opening the paper. “The headline reads Worldwide, the weather is weird. It talks about the drought in California, the floods in Texas, the 91 degree heat in Alaska, and the record snowfall in Boston. They talk about global warming and El Nino, but the real culprits are the blasts from HAARP which heat a 1000 square kilometer area of the ionosphere to over 50,000 degrees. The jet stream controls our weather, that’s an undisputable fact, and the jet stream is undoubtedly altered by HAARP. Storms that would have normally dropped rain on the west coast have been diverted north, over the Arctic Circle and down onto the east coast.”

  “Okay, I think I understand about the weather aspect, but what about the military part. Why are the Navy and Air Force so invested in these projects?”

  “A very good question and one which is out of my area of expertise. If you want to know more about the military’s involvement, let me refer you to a colleague of mine at the university, Dr. Frank Katz. He’s done extensive research on the subject.”

  I thanked the Professor and as I headed out the door, I paused. “Tell me, Professor, if all of this is going on, why aren’t more people up in arms about it?”

  He shrugged. “Apathy, the curse of modern society. Why do only fifty percent of the voting population cast their votes in the presidential election? Frustration, as in, you can’t fight city hall. The government is just too big and powerful. Complacency, as in, I’m doing all right, why rock the boat. As I recall, the last time we discussed this subject, you didn’t give a damn either.”

  He was right. I didn’t give a damn then, but I certainly did now.

  CHAPTER 5

  I left the Professor’s apartment and was heading to my own on the third floor when I met Jerry on the second floor landing.

  “Hey Walt, do you know what you get when you cross a chicken and a ghost?”

  Jerry fancied himself to be the second coming of Rodney Dangerfield and was constantly trying out new material for his weekly act on amateur night at the local comedy club.

  I just wasn’t in the mood for levity, so I snapped back, “Not today, Jerry!”

  I saw the crestfallen look on his face and realized I was being an ass. “Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind. Please tell me what you get when you cross a chicken and a ghost.”

  He brightened immediately. “A poultry-geist, of course. So what’s got you all bent out of shape?”

  I wasn’t about to go into detail regarding the conspiracy theory with a stand-up comic, so I simply said, “The Professor and I were discussing the jet trails across the sky.�
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  “Beautiful, aren’t they?” he said wistfully. “Did you see the ones last night right at sunset? They looked like a big Tic-Tac-Toe game in the sky. Then they turned all pink and gold from the rays of the setting sun. It was just gorgeous.”

  “I’m sure it was,” I replied, climbing the last flight of stairs.

  So there it was. The reaction of the average man on the street, totally awed by the phenomenon and totally unaware the brilliant colors were being reflected from poisons sprayed into the sky. One more example of wolves disguised in sheep’s clothing.

  The Professor had used that analogy one other time when describing the wonders of modern technology like cell phones, computers and On Star, which on the surface make our lives so much easier but which also open portals into our private lives so Big Brother can keep tabs on us. I really didn’t believe him until it was revealed the NSA was monitoring our phone conversations and email.

  Wolves in sheep’s clothing.

  That’s what was on my mind when I opened the door to my apartment.

  Maggie must have heard me chatting in the hall. She greeted me with a big hug and a smooch.

  “I see you made it through the Jerry gauntlet.”

  “Yes, but not unscathed. Poultry-geist.”

  “Yeah, I got that too when I went for the mail. You seem tense. What’s bothering you?”

  Maggie can read me like a book. We had only been married six years, but I learned early on I might as well come clean with her because somehow, she gets to the bottom of everything that’s going on in my life.

  “It’s a long story.”

  “Well, I’ve got all night. How about I get you a glass of Arbor Mist and you can tell me all about it?”

  It actually took two glasses of Arbor Mist to get through the entire tale of the alleged government conspiracy. When I finished, I could see the concern on her face and I knew what was coming.

  During my five years on the police force, I had placed not only myself, but my family and friends in harm’s way. It took a bullet in my buttocks to make me realize I had escaped the clutches of the grim reaper one too many times. That’s when I made the decision to turn in my badge and open my own detective agency where I could choose cases which wouldn’t put myself and my loved ones in peril.

  “Walt, if what you’re saying is true and this Falcon was silenced to prevent him from talking, it sounds like these people, whoever they are, wouldn’t hesitate to take out anyone threatening to reveal their secrets.”

  I nodded. “You’re probably right.”

  “So then, exactly what are you planning to do? I hope you’re not going to get mixed up in this thing.”

  “No, of course not. I’m smart enough to know challenging the government is like Don Quixote tilting at windmills. The last thing I want is to put you and my friends in danger, but ---.”

  “But what?” she asked, and I saw the look I always get when I’m about to do something stupid.

  “I’m not going to get involved, but I’m certain Jack Carson is. All I’m going to do is feed him as much background information as I can find and then I’m done --- out of it completely, and he can do what he wants with it. As a reporter for a major newspaper, he is certainly in a better position to get the truth out to the public.”

  I could see she was skeptical. “Somehow you’re going to get sucked into this thing. I just know it.”

  “I won’t. I promise.”

  The next morning, I parked my car on Cherry Street and walked the few blocks to the University of Missouri-Kansas City campus. After asking a few passing students, I was directed to the teacher’s lounge in the Arts and Sciences building.

  Seated at one of the tables was an elderly gentleman with a full beard who reminded me of the stand-up comedian, Foster Brooks.

  He waved me over. “Frank Katz,” he said, extending his hand. “You must be Walt Williams. My old friend, Professor Skinner, told me you’d be dropping by. How can I help you?”

  “Well, this may sound a bit off the wall, but I’d like to know what you know about the chemtrails. The Professor said you were somewhat of an expert on the military aspects of the trails.”

  “I don’t know if ‘expert’ is the correct term,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “but I have done a bit of research on the subject. Ever heard of Project Cloverleaf?”

  I shook my head.

  “I’m not surprised. Very few have, and yet it’s one of our most sophisticated defense systems. Cloverleaf involves a combination of chemtrails for creating an atmosphere which will support electromagnetic waves, ground-based electromagnetic field oscillators called gyrotrons and ionospheric heaters.”

  “The Professor told me about the ionospheric heater. I think it’s called HAARP.”

  “Very good! Here’s how it works. They spray barium powders and let them photo-ionize from the ulataviolet light of the sun. Then, they make an aluminum-plasma generated by ‘zapping’ the metal cations which are in the spray with either electromagnetics from HAARP, the gyrotron system on the ground called GWEN, or space-based lasers. The barium makes the aluminum plasma more particulate dense.”

  “Ummm, I don’t want to appear stupid, but what’s a cation?”

  “That’s certainly not a stupid question. Cations are atoms which have lost an electron to become positively charged. In short, chemtrails are the medium and directed energy is the method. Spray and zap!”

  “But why? What are they trying to accomplish?”

  “It all goes back to the Cold War with Russia. Surely you remember the days when the Soviet Union was stockpiling intercontinental ballistic missiles and aiming them at the United States.”

  “I certainly do. People were building underground bomb shelters and socking away food and water in case of a nuclear attack. It was a scary time.”

  “Indeed it was, and that’s why this technology was invented. By deploying the HAARP system, no missiles from Russia would reach the US. None. Zero. And that was pretty effective! Most people think of an ICBM as a kind of big rock or arrow. You just lob it from here and it sorta lands on the target over there. Not so. An ICBM is a space vehicle. It must take off using a large booster rocket, travel at near orbital speed in the vacuum of space until it is over the target, then it must re-enter the atmosphere.

  “To survive re-entry the missile must use one of several schemes, like retro rockets, or deploying an ablative heat shield to protect the warhead from simply burning up in the atmosphere. If the missile's computer controls are destroyed when passing through the magnetosphere then the missile will not survive re-entry and will simply burn up like a piece of space junk or a meteor. There's a good chance the missile's control systems are destroyed even before the second stage separates from the booster, thus the missile never even arrives over the target.”

  “So let me get this straight. The planes we see in the sky are spraying chemicals into the atmosphere which are zapped by installations like HAARP to produce a layer of gunk which will neutralize the controls of any missile launched at the United States.”

  “That’s it exactly and it works! This system was most likely what brought the cold war to an end and may have even led to the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991.”

  “Here’s what I don’t understand. If this program is so wonderful, why all the hush-hush? I would think the politicians would be scrambling to take credit for the very thing that ended the nuclear threat.”

  He sighed. “That would be true except everything comes with a price. Like the ads for medications on TV, sometimes the side effects of something are far worse than the benefits and I’m afraid that’s the case here.”

  “Are you talking about the screwed up weather patterns?”

  “Among other things. Once this technology became known, the U.S. didn’t have an exclusive on it. Today, not only the United States but also Russia, Canada and many European countries have installations similar to HAARP. With every major superpower bombarding and super heati
ng the ionosphere to protect themselves from nuclear attack, there is no question it is altering the earth’s weather patterns.

  “Then there’s the fallout. Whatever is sprayed up there, if it’s heavier than air, will eventually fall to earth. That’s another whole field of study.

  “Unfortunately, that’s not the end of it. Once directed spray into the atmosphere became an accepted practice, there have been a multitude of experiments, including the deployment of aerial vaccines.”

  “Holy crap! No wonder the government wants to keep this under wraps.”

  “Just curious,” Katz said. “Why are you so interested in all this?”

  I figured, why not, and told him what had transpired up to that moment. When I mentioned the photos, his eyes lit up.

  “Really! May I see them?”

  I pulled out my cell phone and flipped to the photos I had taken of the planes and the storage containers inside.

  He clapped his hands like a little kid. “These are perfect! This is the final piece of the puzzle!”

  “What puzzle?”

  His eyes got a far-off look. “I’ve been collecting data on the chemtrail conspiracy for years. My intention was to publish a paper bringing the whole sordid affair out into the open, but there was always something missing, and now, here it is. Would you be willing to email those to me?”

  “Of course!” He gave me his email address and it took just a few seconds to send them his way.

  “Thank you so much! I’m eighty-five years old and I know my time on this old earth is limited, but I think I’ve got enough gas left in the old tank to put this paper together. This will be my parting shot --- my legacy!”

  He glanced at his watch. “My goodness! I’m late for class. I must run. Thanks again!”