And we wonder “who did it?” — in Syria? Well, who’s still doing it here in the U.S.? Raining down on our lungs, rivers, soil, trees, plants, animals . . . But don’t look up! Please, stay disconnected from what’s really going on. Stay compartmentalized internally. Stay traumatized into denial. That way you don’t have to know that there’s an insidious long-running poisoning of our precious Mother Earth’s biosphere raining on and on and on.

Here’s how I discovered this morning’s inundation. I was out with puppy Shadow on our morning walk and, unfortunately, looked up. At least three or four chemtrails being sprayed against a background of other diffusing chemtrails that very moment. Well, of course, this put me in a rage, and I decided that when I got back I would get in the car, go to the highest nearby spot, and document the disaster.

This I did, trudging up the hill by the Carillon Bells at Indiana University, furious that my morning should be so disrupted by my need to, once again, take on the role of “political activist.” Not because I want to. Of course I would much rather be spending my day in beauty and love.

And yet it’s the fierce love of the whole of creation that fired my 70-year-old body up that hill.

A quote from Starhawk comes to mind:

No sane person with a life really wants to be a political activist. When activism is exciting, it tends to involve the risk of bodily harm or incarceration, and when it’s safe, it is often tedious, dry, and boring. Activism tends to put one into contact with extremely unpleasant people, whether they are media interviewers, riot cops, or at times, your fellow activists. Not only that, it generates enormous feelings of frustration and rage, makes your throat sore from shouting, and hurts your feet.
Nonetheless, at this moment in history, we are called to act as if we truly believe that the Earth is a living, conscious being that we’re part of, that human beings are interconnected and precious, and that liberty and justice for all is a desirable thing.

Yep. Check out my view:

On my way down the hill, paradoxically pissed that I didn’t have a “fresh” chemtrail to document, I got in the car and looked up again. Presto! Look closely. It’s hard to see the new chemtrail being made without motion. But it’s in the center of the shot, being placed over the top of another diffused chemtrail. Yuck.