TODAY (VERSION FOR US)
We are a miracle of life
We do what we want
We want what we do
We are perfect
We are cosmic trees
We grow by the calm lake of light
Its smooth opal surface
Reflects the sun’s smiling face
Our roots drink liquid light
Our crown sparkles with stars
Our leaves are green with peace
Our flowers are gold with joy
Our fruit is ripe with wisdom
We are a living miracle
We are perfect
From noon to midnight
From midnight to noon
We love what we do
We do what we love
We are – We shine
We are one with the One
WE ARE PERFECT
© 2016 by Maja Trochimczyk
From Into Light by MoonrisePress.com
I wrote this poem for my son, when he told me he was not happy, so that was my gift of affirmation for him to read every morning. I do not know if he reads it or not, but I occasionally do. I even gave out printed cards with this poem during the Independence Day Parade this year. I had over 500 cards printed with Today, Independence Day (my poem from last year), and two versions of America the Beautiful. When I read it in a poetry event last time, I thought it would be nice to change all "I" to "We" and address it to all poets gathered at the reading. It worked! Yes, we are perfect!
It is too easy to forget and too easy to focus on what's wrong. For instance, with the sky.
August 2015
When I moved here from Canada in 1996, I fell in love with California azure summer skies, so saturated with color and intensity of sunlight, it made me dizzy. In the winter, my favorite was the fog rising from the ground and wrapping around hills like white cotton scarves, they were so cute wearing these scarves... I even loved the stormy clouds of winter covering the sky with thick, dense, clouds that were so heavy with rain they looked carved from marble. The next morning after the pouring rain, - all night, non stop, as if the flood had begun - the sky was pristine, so blue, so clear, without a trace of smog at the horizon, but with small puffy clouds that rose from wet hills to form another set of thicker and thicker cumulonimbus clouds and maybe gather for another round of rain. And then, it was all clear, all blue again.
Of the Mountains
I.
I love you, my mountains,
oranged into sunset
of embarrassment.
Your cheeks aglow –
what sin you’re hiding,
in waterless creases,
what guilt?
Or is it first love
that makes you shine
with such glory?
II.
Bare mountains –
no – old grassy hills
worn out by wind
and torrential rains
shine in stark morning light
like exquisite folds
of red-brown velvet
covered with stardust.
Snow whitens the slopes
sculpted by crevices.
The earth sighs
in her sleep.
III.
I’ll never tire of these mountains
made from the earth’s dough
by the hands of a giant
who kneaded a cake
that was never finished,
the dough left in piles
on the table of smooth fields
surprised by their sudden end
in rich folds and falls
decorated with the icing of snow
on cloudy winter mornings.
From Miriam's Iris, 2009 (Moonrise Press)
Hills wearing cloud scarves, February 2012
Winter rain clouds, December 2011
Azure skies in June in Big Tujunga Wash, 2019
I first noticed that there was something different one sunset in July 2005, when I realized that the sky looked like tiger stripes, golden against turquoise cupola, they changed to pink, to magenta, to purple. The most amazing, unimaginable colors. Somehow strange and unusual. When did I last see a bunch of stratus and cirrus clouds that were arranged just so, regularly in a pin-stripe pattern? Never. My poem, Tiger Nights, was written a bit later, after I saw the same clouds above the Hollywood Bowl and listened to Joshua Bell. I was wondering about the hidden danger of these strange new formations and connected the tiger sky with a surreal dream, a warning of sorts...
Tiger Nights
Someone
nailed gold-plated clouds
to the hard,
polished turquoise of the sky.
Striated,
like the stripes of a tiger
I did not
know I had for a pet
until he
bared his teeth
at the
dogs flowing through the air
to corner
him in my backyard.
The blond
fur glistened in shadows.
Three
golden labs growled
at the
cat the size of a calf.
He
turned. His stripes shone
with
danger. I woke up afraid.
Now I
watch the gold of the clouds
change
into orange, scarlet and amaranth
in a
quickly darkening cupola
that
rests on the hills
above the
Hollywood Bowl.
Smooth
tones of Joshua Bell’s violin
glow in
the air, escaping
the
relentless chase of the brass.
Wind
snatches notes from the bow,
plays
with their glossy sheen.
Stars
blossom on cloud-stems
in
bouquets, wild as tiger lilies
you gave
me that night.
Danger
lurks in your smile
as you
caress my ear
with a
whisper: “Remember?”
©
2010 by Maja Trochimczyk
A pink fan of chemtrails at sunset.
I did not have a good photo of these tiger stripes, even though I saw them so often. To a version of the poem that was coupled with artwork, I added some "tiger stripes," cut out from photos of "tiger patterned" pillows, and created the tiger striped sky, using a chem cloud photo as the starting point. The completed artwork also had some blades of wheat, at the bottom, just for fun...
Photo by Kathabela Wilson, 2011 exhibit of poet-artists at
Susan Dobay's Scenic Drive Gallery in Monrovia
I did not know the word for chemtrails yet. I first heard it from a friend, when I showed my photo of a tree above Eaton Canyon in Pasadena, taken in 2010 maybe, where a strange linear cloud seemed to be emerging from the tree. I thought it rather picturesque, so I posted it and shared it. She said: "that's a chemtrail, don't you know?" By then, I started noticing the crisscrossing patterns in the skies. So many, more and more days with skies covered with the strange whitish mist that did not rise from the ground but rather drifted down from above. The patterns were ugly. I called them "graffiti in the sky" and started collecting albums, taking photos in my neighborhood every day. There were months of these monstrosities, on end. And no rain, no fog rising from the mountains, no cumulonimbus gathering in their puffy vainglory.
2010, Chemtrails in Eaton Canyon, Pasadena
After almost a decade of exposure, and learning to Look Up! I can tell which of my older photos are of chem-trails, or unnatural chem-clouds, caused by chemicals sprayed from planes in the air, and attracting water vapor to form strange patterns that have nothing to do with patterns of clouds we saw in our childhood, and I witnessed in California in 1996-2000. Here are some older examples of "graffiti" skies. Notice the parallel lines stretching from end to end, horizontally, or diagonally, or criss-crossing. . . I collected those photos since 2011 in Picasa albums; then Picasa was bought by Google and all photo albums were destroyed. Now I can see the photos in Google photo albums, but these are for me, not public. I wrote a couple of posts about these patterns in the sky - they are so annoying - and posted other examples of this strange and unnatural phenomenon on my previous issues of this blog:
https://poetrylaurels.blogspot.com/2019/06/live-in-balance-in-harmony-in-sunlight.html
In March 2019 I saw with delight the rare lenticular clouds that looked like they are carved out of marble or as if they cover up an oval shaped UFO:
https://poetrylaurels.blogspot.com/2019/03/on-joys-of-spring-azure-skies-and-light.html
Big Tujnga Wash, August 2015
My street in Sunland west, August 2015
OF DAYS AND SKY
I look at the cloud heart dissipating above the rooftops
Someone’s Valentine or a marriage proposal.
Cute - I sigh. I do not have a heart, a ring, not yet,
not ever. Day one. Graffiti in the sky.
I read a book, lying on a blanket in my backyard.
I look up at the strange, striped cloud patterns
And wonder – there is no wind, it is sunny,
How did these long, even strips with serrated edges
Get there? Day two. Graffiti in the sky.
Dirty, milky white fog above the horizon.
Crisscrossing patterns spoil the view
of the mountains. Where are the bluish
edges receding in the distance? Ridges don’t turn
From green, to blue, to deep indigo. Not today.
My photos are ruined. Day three. Graffiti in the sky.
I read strange stories on the web of lies,
Sick imagination, horror, secrets. Antenna arrays.
Bursts of energy. Fake drought in California.
Fake snow in New York. Tornadoes, blizzards.
Floods. Over 160 weather modification patents.
Weather warfare? Day four. Graffiti in the sky.
Powdered aluminum, strontium, barium
Compounds fall from the sky, enter my lungs
Clog the veins in the tree leaves, settle in roots,
my cells, soil, water, air – the whole world
is poisoned. Day five. Graffiti in the sky.
They say only corporations’-owned
GMO plants will survive in the new world
Made by the spawn of hell. We will all be slaves.
Who pays the pilots of the small red planes?
Who makes the poison to destroy the earth?
War on Nature. Day six. Graffiti in the sky.
Clouds gather for yet another winter day
Of El Nino without rain. The farmers
Will go bankrupt, the rich become much richer.
Do these billionaires live in underground caves,
With artificial air, soil, plants and sunshine?
God rested on the seventh day. They do not
rest. Day seven. Graffiti in the sky.
(c) 2015 by Maja Trochimczyk
Another view on my street, 2015
2012, the pink shape is a reflection from the sun (camera, not nature).
Sometimes the pilots of chem planes seem to be playing tic-tac-toe
or checkers. 2014. Big Tujunga Wash.
we forget what we want to be
under whitened sky
(c) 2015 by Maja Trochimczyk
Others pilots seem to like flying in circles making an artistic splash!
This was my street looking east in 2014.
But there is no doubt that these "clouds" are made on purpose.
Here's one photo of chem cloud and new chem trail in front, with the plane making it.
their water rights sold –
last breath of freedom
(C) 2015 by Maja Trochimczyk
A rare photo of "ribbed" (microwaved) chem cloud sky, with new chemtrail
and its shadow on the dense clouds. Very strange. Are we still on Earth?
The Big Tujunga Wash, entrance. The landscape photos are over, you cannot really put it in your album and pretend everything is OK and these things were always in the sky. Not on days like this.
I wonder how photographers make calendars these days... The answer is very simple, they put chem clouds everywhere! Even in animated kids movies so the kids would not know that what they see when they look up at the sky and see these patterns of lines - is not normal, no, not at all.
Some days, the "artistic" graffiti show the pilot's ambition, but no talent.
On other days, they seem to be working entirely too hard. A cross on a sky of stripes. Interesting? Maybe. It caught my attention. Beautiful? Mmmm, no.
Oblivion
The clouds become milky, the sun death-white, like bleached bones on the chalky shore. Planes after planes fly high up, leaving patterns of crisscrossing chemtrails in the sky. The strange lines of clouds puff up and spread like cancer in the air. He takes out his camera, takes another series of snapshots for the series of Graffiti in the Sky. At home, he looks through his inbox, Los Angeles Sky Watch is meeting again. Same old, same old: aluminum, barium, strontium compounds, nano-particles stopping the rain, causing the blizzard, transforming California fields back into deserts. Only six thousands signed the Stop Geo-engineering petition he wrote. Only two hundred came to the demonstration he spent months planning. He thinks of ancient prophets, unheard voices calling in the urban wasteland.
like frogs in boiling water
they do not notice poison
raining on their heads
(C) 2015 by Maja Trochimczyk
First published on this website -
The plane spraying us flew much higher than the earlier chem-clouds, also made by planes, but have drifted into cloud shapes. This was close to sunset so the plane's trail is white (higher up, still in sunlight) and the rest is charcoal.
This seems to be a masterpiece, of sorts, made before sunrise. At daybreak, the sky is already full of these weird "sheep" - that seem to have been made by hitting the chem- clouds with microwave radiation to heat them up and create a barrier for moisture that dissipates instead of raining down to nourish the earth.
I live on a strange planet, with a sick, patterned sky.
And here are some strange cloud patterns from this year, 2019 and last fall, 2018.
Is this for real? Have you ever seen an M'shaped cloud? Artificial rain clouds, 2019
That letter M above is the most astounding. It is completely surreal. Why? My, oh, my, why? One hypothesis: "weather modification" to dim the sky. The recent "experiments" for the "first time" in 2019 dimming the sky in "solar radiation management" projects were widely publicized as if just started by Harvard University (that same evil Harvard University that bought out farmers who were bankrupt by drought that was created artificially in California for so many years). The press reports to which I will not provide links, Google has tons of those, were all enthusiastic, all cheering - oh, what a NEW idea, dimming the sky! None of them admitted to the fact that this "SRM" has, in fact, been done all over the world at least since 2005. I think everywhere there are American military bases.
As I was growing up in Poland, I never saw any chemtrails in a country of such cloudy skies, with ever changing patterns, from totally overcast, to stratus, altostratus, cumulus, cumulonimbus, all sorts of clouds. Yet, none of these long ugly crisscrossing patterns. Not until 2015, when American soldiers established their bases and promptly started spraying the Poles, too. Ruining the postcard views in the summer, and filling the air with who knows what?
Here's sun and rain-clouds together, the weather maker could not decide, there is a little hole already in the rainclouds. It seems it will not be raining, after all. October 2018
April 2019. Notice that even though the sky is almost white, new stripes are still being added.
So that was the first idea that came to mind. Let's not pretend it is new. My friend Susan Bowen, who is as aware of the chemtrail nonsense as I am, lent me the book published by a notable historian of meteorology by Columbia University Press in 2010 and entitled "Fixing the Sky" It is not a new idea, but it is always done wrong and always has negative consequences for us, plants, animals and all living beings on Earth. There are plenty of theories about "Geoengineering" - Dane Wigington has a huge website and there is lots of information there: https://www.geoengineeringwatch.org/. I'm posting the link before Google makes it disappear in searches. Wigington posts current reports from around the globe, detailed analyses of weather anomalies, artificial droughts, winter storms, hurricanes steered to hit one island and not another. There are geoengineering patents going back to the 1940s at least, and the "science" of weather modification has been in operation at least since then.
April 2019, the same sky, closeup: a newer stripe on almost white grey skies.
There is another theory I have about all these fake clouds, intense fires everywhere - maybe, indeed, the Sun is getting so intensely hot, that we do need protection from its newly increased radiance? Maybe the governments collaborating on these secret geoengineering and sun-dimming projects are actually trying to help all of us survive? Help the plants survive and not burn under the relentless heat? Keeping the secret to not cause mass panic, suicides, unrest? Maybe, but judging on the past track records of government secrecy, highly unlikely.
That one is my hypothesis, based on PR and propaganda put out by Harvard The problem is that a lot of this stuff on the internet is mixed with speculation, so it is hard to discern what's factual, what's hypothetical, what was really done and for what reason, and what seemed to have been done, and for what unseemly evil reason. I don't know. And I do not want to trust someone saying so when I do not have a proof in hand. A copy of the patent is proof enough. So I know that "weather modification" has been in the works for decades.
What I know for sure is what I see. Every day, I look at the sky. It helps that I live in such an incredibly beautiful place - Los Angeles National Forest is not a forest here, but some gently rising hills, some covered with velvet of gold grass, some with dark bushes of sage, manzanita, buckwheat. The Big Tujunga Wash is filled with chaparral, between them there is enough open sky to be happy and free. But the sky is not as beautiful as it used to. The days of pristine blues, azures are exceedingly rare.
The sun is no longer golden, but rather milky white, April 2019.
In last two years I got tired of photographing the repetitive stripes of chem-clouds, they were so many and so boring, day after day, month after month of the same. Some photographers were delighted by the rich reds, orange-golds, maroons, and purples of sunsets with chemtrails making a display in the sky. These colors are seen after fires, due to particulate matter in the air, so when the sunsets are too beautiful something is wrong with the air.
It is not about clouds versus blue sky. I love clouds. I was raised in Poland when there are always clouds, of so many shapes and sizes. In California, too, we can have nice and puffy clouds.
This photo, from March or April 2019 is a beauty: cloudy winter morning skies, with lots of natural clouds, This is the sky at noon after heavy rain before the chem-planes returned.
We used to have such thick winter clouds, for years! Here are some from a rainy day in November 2014; our lovely hills are covered with white blankets.
Winter rainclouds sit on the hills, November 2014
Winter rainclouds are full of water vapor, and very heavy.
Here you have a thick blanket of clouds before the rain. November 2014.
In the summer, there are clouds low above the forest and mountains far in the distance. They never rise very high, just magnify the outline of the hilltops. They used to. Very rare these days too. But remember in the old stories of sailing adventures? When the presence of an island far away alone in the ocean was first announced by the clouds rising above its forests and mountains? I remember those stories, do you?
Here clouds are rising from the hilltops, or sitting down on them to squash them. March 2012
Nonetheless, I still prefer clarity, turquoise, azure, sapphire... Here you have it, after a rainy day, the sky is turquoise at the bottom and sapphire above. Perfect! June 2019.
Big Tujunga Wash, June 2019
I was driving to a poetry reading through Lake View Terrace, and stopped on Kagel Canyon, so beautiful and pristine clear in June 2019!
If you look up above my roof, the hue of the sky in the late afternoon, before sunset, changes to my favorite shade of periwinkle, slightly violet but still blue. It did have this amazing hue one late afternoon in July 2019!
One could say, maybe it is like that only in the foothills, far enough and high enough above the metropolis of Los Angeles (1300 feet).... So these clear and intense blue skies might be just a local phenomenon, just as sunlight is, in Sunland (so many days of sun! when downtown LA and the coast were shrouded in mists).
Not at all. I saw the same intense blues, azures, sapphires above Lake Huntington in August 2012. It is four hours drive north of Los Angeles, north of Fresno, in the high Sierras:
Lake Huntington, August 2012.
And, of course, there is the huge expanse of the sky to be seen above the Pacific Ocean. For instance, in Hermosa Beach and Manhattan Beach. July 2019, after the China Lake base earthquakes, there was a notable break in chem-trailing. So much so, that people thought that China Lake base was out of commission and completely destroyed. Apparently, the "fixing the sky" operation for Los Angeles is run out of that naval weapons base. Supposedly, its runways were cracked. But they were fixed quickly... I do not know for sure, I have not been there, I have not seen it. But...
And if you look at the water into sunlight, you notice that it is a perfect shade of jade close by, and aquamarine in the distance...There is a layer of fog, or smog in these Pacific Ocean photos, though - it has not rained there for a while, so the atmosphere was not cleared from pollution... Or maybe there are chemtrailing the area far in the distance, at the horizon? Who knows? I have not been there. I have not seen it.
The important thing about these monstrous attacks at natural beauty of the earth is to do not consent. I repeat every day as I look at the "creative writing" by planes up in the sky: "I DO NOT CONSENT. WE DO NOT CONSENT." I continue: "You do not have permission to ruin my air, to ruin my view, to harm and hurt the trees, animals, people, all living beings on our wonderful planet." I wish the planes to malfunction on the ground so they cannot fly and for the spraying equipment to malfunction so there is nothing sprayed...
If enough people have this intention of "I do not consent" and if enough people have this intention of "I love natural, clear and beautiful skies" - the latter is more important, since everything negative tends to bounce back - eventually, we will win. There is more of us than them. Also, we can have help, if only we ask...
So here we are, in July 2019 enjoying a perfect day under azure skies, watching the jade ocean, one wave after another...
On the Shore of Jade Ocean
Freeze the ocean mist
keep it, keep it
stop the waves from coming
and going, stop it now
We cling to happiness
like children to their favorite
toy, a tattered teddy bear
that used to be white but is not
Breathe with waves
flow with the breeze
let the current carry you
through life into distance
into the unknown
Love the ocean mist
in its pearl-blue silence
love the waves that breathe
with you, in and out
Love the translucent jade waters
that sparkle in gold sunlight
love the Sun, touching us
from infinity of jewel skies
(c) 2019 by Maja Trochimczyk
