21 December 2029
ANDY
Northern New South Wales Australia at 7.00am, the sunrise was supposed to be an hour ago. Daylight savings frustrates Andy Peach but this is cast irrelevant as the chemtrails had descended once more to blanket the sun for the second day in a row.
Surf could be heard hitting the coast some five kilometres away from Andrew’s perch in the hinterland. On a clear day he could see a long way. Going on his thumbed diary, those clear days had steadily reduced to roughly two a month
Reminds me (not Andy) of an old saying – “Do you know that on a Clear Day ……. if you concentrate hard enough ……. you can see the back of your head.”
Some truth in that. Apologies for author diversion.
“Five months! Five bloody months!! Has almost been like I dragged the curse of UK chemtrails over here. I really thought that Aus would be different. Aagghhhhh, eff it”, Dave yells at a particularly disinterested cockroach whose only intent was to find dark from the march of day and the weather.
Locals at the Mullumbimby Community Markets had given up trying to explain to Andy about the vagaries of the weather over warmer months. Unfortunately the last five years had seen increasing Cyclonic activity further South than there ever used to be. Plenty of cloud cover, wind, great swells and lots of rain.
His steadfast refusal to understand the weather at this time of year had them bemused and confused by Andy’s self inflicted weather ignorance.
They mainly accepted the eccentricity due to being a Pom, unfortunately a bit of a whinging one at that, but he fitted into the eclectic mix living at hills and valleys out the back of the coast.
“What’s the weatherman saying? The advancing cloud band from the recently named Cyclone Shakirah being the cause? What? How dare they push cyclones further south than ever before.
The weatherman, in fact all meteorologists should be dragged out in this bleak dawn and face the firing squad for their scripted lies. Have had enough of these paid shills who will state anything to cover up government crimes against humanity!”
Frustration overwhelms, with Andy’s rapid closing of curtains reducing mounting fear of looking out and up at government run Armageddon building out to sea.
Door seals put in place, air filter system switched on and Andy retreats further into the back of his Amazon bought Kit Bunker. The Joseon Digital terminal pings and Dave Willington’s daily message auto broadcasts-
“….dimming is in full effect, unremitting fog descending on England for the 6th day, the sun has not been seen in Alaska for weeks, snow and silver iodide laced ice curses central Europe through to the Russian steppes. The Republic of Tatarstan is fighting back with its massed Spires aether energy cracking the sky open. It is a place of refuge from the disbelievers and shills. Come now! The mighty Tatarian Empire will rise again and crush this geoengineering madness.
Remember our Christmas embossed digital Joseon coin for this once only buy of a lifetime. Start now and you will be forever independent of the New World Order.”
Andy stops and considers for a moment.
Ah Tataria, but what to do? If I buy a ticket those in charge of chemtrailing us every day get my money to continue bombarding us. Besides, seriously the bank account is hammered from the big move. Just gotta ride it out. Stuff the weather and the Government!”
Andy ignores the day outside, picks up a spool of copper wire, starts twining while being temporarily contented that he is working on something massive that will turn the tide against those satanic people trying to ruin his day and life.
That HaarpHoist Initiative brochure he found at the Nimbin markets three months earlier among the Alt-power pop up stall literally saved his mental well being.
Soon after he sent an email to Constantine@haarphoist.com, follow up whattsap video hookup and here he was happily twining multiple strand copper poles to afix to the top of many rotary arrays. When Constantine insisted on being called Con, Andy vaguely recalled he had seen the HaarpHoist and Con somewhere before like FB some years earlier. Anyway, it didn’t matter now as this was the closest that Andy had come to happiness in a very long time.
CON
Meanwhile out the back of Tweed Heads, Con is focused at the map, red dots of potential High Frequency (HF) disconnection taking most of his attention. Random thoughts refused to go away about when it started and getting from there to here and now.
“An amazing journey this HaarpHoist Array. Biggest in the World! Eh, that is big. It feels good. Five years earlier one small post on the neighbourhood Whattsap group about his experimental rotary clothesline array and viral it did.
Somehow it ended up on an FB Page – “Geoengineering, Weather Warfare, Chemtrails, Sun Simulator, Zombies and Unicorns” with much interest from the learned and not so learned variety.
It has gone well beyond original statistical estimates with 543 Rotary clotheslines, 297 Strip clotheslines, 140,000 lineal metres of farm wire boundary fencing, roughly 2,500 people including entire families are physically involved across south east Queensland and Northern NSW.
An additional online crew around the World numbering about 250 with expertise across the spectrum. Wah! So much knowledge. It is gonna work!
Organic farmers jumped in early and big Farm farmers jumping in recently to connect so many of the red dots and turn them blue.
Most of the Blue Dots include Hippies, pissed off retired and not so retired boffins, standard concerned citizen, fearful folk, religious, libertarians and conspiracy believers, especially chemmtrailers and weather warfare.
Sometimes that mix is wrapped up in one person around those parts.” Wry grin appears at that thought.
Con still couldn’t get over his admiration for the ingenuity and resourcefulness of the Hippies with anything recycled including ingenious and compact power devices that have proved essential in connectivity. Those devices having that Steam Punk sort of look and feel with compulsory rainbow coloured somewhere.
He needed to walk away from the table for a while. Focus on something else and wandered out to the driveway to inspect the “Rig” as it was called by all involved. Con promoted “Constantine” as a name but received stuff all support from just about everyone apart from the neighbor’s kids.
Con wasn’t sure how to take the rebuff for a while. Anyway ‘Rig” it became and it looks like one with pipes, wires, frames, boxey stuff with shiny, matt and satin textures
One rather long (about 12.76 metres long) Copper pointy tube thingy with a copper waratah flower shape bit at its front locked into the HF signal launch Rig under an oversize tarp on the truck flatbed in the drive. It sort of reminds of Datura flower, with the Waratah nested at the base.
A big box Battery sits snuggled up to the Rig that could power a small town under 200,000 population for a few hours and/or a decent Hills Rave for at least a month. Is a matt black beast.
“The entire Rig looks so cool and quite pretty. It will work because it looks so good and the Maths has been checked many times by others. Is solid.”
A bit of squeamish doubt sneaked in until focus on the red dots resumed but didn’t last long enough. He was still mulling over the name for sharp pointy thing with a decent hookline for the Mugs and T-shirts.
“Hump the Rig?, Rigged?, HF is Sick!, nah only surfers will understand that. Beast and Black?”, but it’s not all about the battery. Ahh … “Tubular Bells” for the sharp pointy thing with Waratah at the front. I hope Mike Oldfield doesn’t mind. I’ll give him 10%. Seems appropriate especially with the Sound system cranked up leading to press the Big Red Button for the first time. Oh well Cli is here in what? Hour and Half? Will chat about the tunes when he gets here. He’s the man for that.”
Cli is one of those aether harvesting Copper rods and growing good and solid veges dudes. With some friends he mainly designed and built the long pointy thing with the waratah at the front.
He was one of the early collaborators from the neighbourhood the day after the whattsap post. Front door rattled with his knocking. “Are you Con? I’m Cli, Mate, from number 42. Never met ya. Am glad to. I love copper, big veggies and aether. You?” The places that short one way conversation took both of us. Firm mates.
“We tossed for Red Button duty and he has the odd, and myself the even numbers. He gets to press it the first time, bugger. How many times? Somewhere between seven and thirteen times we expect the HF beam to warm up the cockles, so to speak. Real time data will sort that out, in theory, mmmm. The experiment marches on!! No stopping now, especially with that Cyclone falling in our collective laps. Perfect opportunity.”
Con’s mind attempts to de-distract itself back to the 94 red dots, but alas no with thoughts drifting to his name being Con Spiracy and connotations of the dark side – conspiracy. “No grifter here,” he reminded himself
He always understood “Con”, short for Constantine, his first name.
He never really understood how the family name was Spiracy, but for some reason it fitted with his life and bold scientific endeavours to manage weather.
Con is common in Greek culture, “Spiracy” must be like an Anglified name for “Spyropoulou”. Must be. Con casts the eye over his light table map, happy in his Greek thoughts but still unhappy of the need for 94 Hills hoists in random locations.
Cyclone Shakirah due to hit the coast between Byron Bay and the Gold Coast was a real chance to prove that he could influence the cyclone path by making it do a U-Turn before landfall and eats itself.
A massive HF beam to the Ionosphere above and then repeated blasts down through the main column to water level and all focussed just left of centre to break up Coriolis.
Calculations as with anything to do with nature, could never be exact. The gut said proceed even if the map still had 94 red dots to turn Blue.
If not a U turn, maybe just stop it off shore and make life happy for surfers. That’ll be ok.
Where the heck is Yuri and the Cyclone track info? Ping happens and Yuri speaks. Con, am here man. All good from your end?
All up, the Array covered about 1,209 square kilometres of ground arc, almost horshoe of over 100 kilometres from Goldi south to Lennox Heads and inland over 15 kilometres to Mt Warning.
24 December 2029
CON
All in the green with Cyclone Shakirah moving as per forecast at 24klm/hr and tracking 70 kilometres off shore just north of forecast but not by much. Brunswick Heads will be the preferred place not to be in about four hours time. We are ok, some 80 kilometres north and waiting for the 50 kilometre line in the metaphorical sand to punch the big Red Button and unleash the Rig.
The Black beast and Rig are having a hummingly happy time. All lights are green and waiting for go. Outstation Hoists all reported in the Green with HF hum at optimum.
My living room turned control centre is a tad too packed for my liking, but my fault as I did invite all and sundry participants to witness the big Red Button being punched.
Some have flown in, mainly researchers and cheer squad funsters like Neil, Mike Moron, Kath Helpingostall, Victoria who had paraglided up from Sydney. Remarkable effort. Dan Gee has been masterfully pumping out the coffee brews, a bit buggered.
The crew behind the ground crew patient at their screens overseas – Gary High, Dell MacMac, Marty Judge, Eddie Beam and who could forget Nelson Mince. Love these people!
Yuri Zod getting too excited- “35 minutes ago Cat 3, now Cat 4, so quick…..wait ….. damn that can’t be right! Shit it jumped up another notch. Look at that ground speed! Gone left, no no right, I mean….,” What had been visible daylight, albeit greyish, was now a jarring disturbing black/grey. It looked like the universe folding in on itself.
Yuri couldn’t wrap his head around the screen numbers – approaching ground speed 120 klms/hr, wind gusts to 380klms/hr, splinter tornadoes all Cat 4 spinning off the main system as if choreographed and fanning out on a 140 degree arc almost mirroring their HaarpHoist array.
Pin drop silence apart from the increasing unearthly cyclonic howl, then gasps closely followed by agh fuck, grunting – the unhappy variety, pin drop again, gasps, shit, fuck, shit and basically alot of screaming about death and other bleak stuff. Am unsure what is bleaker than death though.
ANDY
“Someone belt the Red Button”, is being screamed by no one in particular. Andy who had struggled to squeeze into the room, found his moment. The storm within, all the shill hatred and years of feeling powerless turned into this moment of ultimate clarity that only he can save the immediate World. Finally he would show em all his value.
“Eff it, doom? fuck you and all your pathetic try hard humans like Con, Yuri. Cli and their rat pack. I am the man!”. With that whispered outburst, Andy vaulted and shoulder charged through the panic to the big Red Button, lunged as if he was doing a great and glorious rugby try. The left hand and right hand locked in a lovers embrace to double whammy the big Red Button. And ….
Implosion, explosion, implosion, explosion of glass, wires, bricks, a rending of hell itself with the last Andy mind imprint of hands hitting the switch and no more of anything because Andy was dead along with all that had come to claim their civilian rights to manipulate and geoengineer the weather.
27 December 2029
1st overflight from Brisbane and it soon became apparent that the first Category 6 in history had reshaped the landscape from the coast to Mt Warning across an astonishing arc from the Gold Coast to Ballina. Scoured clean of property and vegetation with extremely odd cases of solitary houses enduring as if picked by random by the storm gods. Data over the following weeks would confirm 94 properties relatively speaking unscathed. There appeared to be no pattern to the saved.
ROUNDY
Roundy Round, employee of the Weather Manipulation Bureau had been researching weather manipulation conspiracy cults for some time. The one clear observation from his infiltration into the HaarpHoist sect was that these 94 properties lacked a Hills Hoist.
As improbable as it seemed, their locations matched the 94 red dots on Con’s map that represented the Array disconnection locations.
Roundy had heard rumours of the “Weather to just be Weather Cooperative”, who had fought hard against the Array, arguing that it is just the Weather.
In past times Roundy would have happily supported this Cooperative, but weather had increasingly become more disturbed and extreme since the North Atlantic current stopped dead.
Extreme measures were needed in maintaining a semblance of normalcy for all, and weather manipulation through geoengineering and high altitude seeding appeared to be the only solution. HaarpHoist was a clear and present danger to Government weather manipulation and it had to go.
A charged Barium isotope dipped cruise missile here and there to nudge Cyclone Shakirah and broadband broadcast of Ultra Low Frequency (ULF) band Laser dispersal tech was enough to attract the weather system to any charged up High Frequency(HF) systems.
The result? HaarpHoist and its sycophants are no more.
Now? If only there was some bug that specifically targeted Greenies to stop em going on and on about anthropogenic global warming.
THE END.
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