BENEVOLENT AERIAL GEOENGINEERING BY EARTH ALLIANCE FORCES NOW IN PROCESS- REC-NOVEMBER 22, 2022
ON-THE-GROUND ONGOING EYE WITNESS EVIDENCE FROM US WESTERN WASHINGTON STATE
The Earth Alliance TR-3B spaceships over/near my apartment building/Interstate Highway 5 / I-5 in Olympia, Western Washington State, nightly numbering from 3-6, are becoming ever more obvious, as if they are doing their very best to be seen and acknowledged, as I myself am attempting to oblige. At 4:55 PM in the late afternoon sunset of Tuesday, November 22, 2022, as I debarked from a westbound bus at the stop right in front of my apartment building, I turned to go into the front parking lot, and saw the one usually hovering over I-5 hovering lower over the major thoroughfare on which I live. It could not have been even a half mile up, and it seemed lit in a pale golden color, and, with some of its lights turned off on its triangular frame – to be mimicking a rising crescent moon no one but me seemed to notice -- even right there obvious for all to see.
I greeted it with my usual vigorous waving, shook my head and laughed at still common human obtuseness and denial, and continued on my way to my building. I do, however, have a number of other witnesses of these silent space operations, who have either visited me here, or seen them further north on I-5 to the northeast of here. They say, however, that what they have seen up there has not been either so regular, so interactive or
so intensive.
By 6:15 PM, as I took recycling and garbage out, I saw the small silent red light-pulsing coordination airplane, possibly a drone, come right over my head in the back parking lot about 200 feet up going over the trees of the nearby hiking trail to the west, and saw the amber-colored, friendliest spaceship twinkling over my building.
It then disappeared in a bank of what seemed rare wind-driven non-chemtrailed clouds as I went inside.
I followed up around 7:30 PM from my balcony, after the night sky had cleared. The normal three flying triangles were in their regular positions. They responded as they usually did to my high-beam tactical flashlight “Jedi light”: by twinkling back, with the friendliest amber one, now nearer the hemlock tree, flashing back with red, white and blue with some enthusiasm. I also noticed that to the south near the spacecraft hovering over Interstate 5, there were two thin elongated clouds, one white, one pink, that did not look completely natural.
By the time I checked from my balcony again at 10:30 PM, the night sky was completely filled with that mysterious localized night mist we have all been seeing here for much of these past 2.5 years; the craft were no longer visible, nor were any stars. Being sensitive to toxic chemtrailing, I can definitely tell a difference between that and what is is now filling the air nearly nightly in my own backyard.
I have mentioned to some in the past that I had sensed that certain "patriot workmen" we had in my building off and on for six months during 2021 were somehow connected to the positive military – including possibly what seems to me this “pilot’ project for benevolent chemtrailing to counter the negative chemtrailing done in the past, and the many toxins we have all been hit with, especially more recently. Part of my reasoning was, that perhaps certain tweaks to the system that they were installing last year might facilitate the positive process they may be involved in testing out right here. I now say this with more certainty, because of a remarkably synchronistic incident that had just happened the day before:
On Monday, November 21, 2022 at around 7:15 AM, I heard a truck pull up underneath my balcony window. Although I often look to see whose truck it is, this time I was busy with my usual Monday writing and editing to get certain weekly offerings out to the public. I just assumed it was a maintenance crew arriving early for overtime, during this holiday period being marred by impending major HUD public housing inspections.
Several minutes later, a knock came at my door. I opened it; three of the said "patriot workmen" were suddenly and unexpectedly standing in the hall outside, saying they wanted to talk with me briefly, but declined to come in; they, as usual never seem to have much time, and so stood out in the hall, while I remained just inside my door. Two of them were the older ones whom I had earlier known and conversed with; the other one, much younger, was unfamiliar. The older two I knew asked how I was doing, as well as how were others in general were doing in the building; they seemed most concerned with that.
I told them that, between certain advanced technological protective devices being planted in key spots here to counter the toxic emanations of the 70 5G connector SMART meters placed underneath my apartment that they knew about already, and apparent benevolent chemtrailing by positive military spacecraft just outside at least several times a week, no one but one senior woman had died suddenly here. This was so, even though everyone in this seniors/disabled building had been put for the past 2.5 years under much greater stress by the COVID Cult agenda, and probably at least half have had certain allied controversial medical procedures. The men looked at each other and seemed subtly to smile.
The lead technician then, after looking at his watch, said they were about out of time. I then asked them if they were here briefly to recheck some of their handiwork for the upcoming HUD inspection; the lead technician replied that no they were not. They had come here briefly to say hello to me – and perhaps some others if they saw them, while they just "happened to be in the area"; they then said hello to my neighbor as he passed by. I then jokingly asked him why they always seemed so much in a hurry, that they so often seemed like fear-driven wage slaves. He responded that they were all under an extremely stringent “federal contract”. The lead technician then subtly smiled, and looked around at the others, who also subtly smiled back. I also subtly smiled, and then thanked him –- just having had subtly confirmed what I had long suspected.
The lead technician then introduced me by name to the youngest member of the group, whom he said was new on their team and just 20 years old. He asked me to give this young man as an elder my vision of a positive future for of our planet in 25 words or less. So I obliged, but first with mock objection that I am always put in “time cuffs” before ever being allowed to speak. They then thanked me and departed, bidding me happy holidays – with me responding the same, and that I felt they would be happy indeed knowing what I had just learned – with all of us, whether we knew it or not – having that much more certain to be thankful for!
We all have much to be thankful for in the ways of divine intervention on this planet in crisis -- much more than most may presently know -- that will soon become much more apparent. We need to do as the Master Jesus said to do: vigilantly observe, integrate within ourselves and share with others the positive signs to be seen in the heavens and the earth, as well as in the positive signs of these tumultuous times, then give thanks to our Creator.
Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Holidays to you and yours in this now-waning year of AD 2022!