Burning Eyes and a Dead Family Pet
| After reading this, see The Chemtrail Smoking Gun for a background study. |
| In the
fall of 1999, I made my first public statement regarding the “chemtrail”
issue. At that time, the only thing I knew for certain was that I
had heard civilian reports of “unusual” aircraft activity in the skies
over many parts of the U.S. and Australia. I had not yet seen any
of the infamous grid patterns being laid out above my own home in the northwest
interior of Washington state. However, what I did observe
on a GOES-10
image the morning of June 30, 1999, was an unprecedented number of long
filamentary objects scattered about the northeastern Pacific Ocean.
The swarm had formed overnight — in less than twelve hours — with some
stretching over six hundred miles in length.
(Commercial shipping...??? Do the math: 600 mi / 12 hr = 50 mph at least.) |
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| An email I then placed to NOAA evoked a response that, on the surface, appeared to contain a reasonable explanation. It said that what I was looking at were nothing more than a bunch of “ship smoke stack tracks”, just “normal” oceangoing ship traffic. But one of the problems I was having with that, was in understanding what type of configured shipping lanes would produce grid patterns — out in the middle of nowhere — like the ones I spotted the following morning. |
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| In over 25 years of examining weather satellite images, I had never before been blessed with the sight of one single ship track. Moreover, in the course of earning my bachelors degree in atmospheric sciences, I had learned that such an event was exceedingly rare and cause for a celebration of sorts. Exactly one month later on July 30, 1999, when an even more blatant grid appeared in the Gulf of Alaska, my follow-up inquiry to NOAA was utterly ignored. Silly me — attempting to question the collective intelligence of a huge Federally-funded scientific organization such as NOAA. |
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| With the brush-off I had received regarding perfectly valid observations of extraordinary activity taking place out at sea, I had a big laugh on September 13, 1999, when I read the following Associated Press report regarding the corresponding land-based goings-on with “chemtrails”. Yeah right... Agent orange and nuclear testing on civilian populations were both myths, too... |
| Once I regained my composure, I drafted a letter-to-the-editor and had it published in the local daily newspaper, The Skagit Valley Herald, making public my then-current take on the “chemtrail” issue. It is only logical to conclude that it was picked up and read by any number of military personnel at the nearby Whidbey Island Naval Air Station. |
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| Then, on Saturday, October 16, 1999, I witnessed something that quite literally stopped me in my tracks. If I harbored any prior skepticism about the existence of “funny” contrails, they were laid to rest just before 13:30 PDT as I was about to enter the local Fidalgo Bay Coffee shop in Mount Vernon, Washington. Looking up after hearing the roar of one of NAS Whidbey’s EA-6B’s, I watched as the jet aircraft was traveling from east to west about 30° above the southern horizon. From its angular size and velocity, I could easily tell that it was flying at no more than 10,000 feet above ground level. With that in mind, what made absolutely no sense was what appeared to be a vapor condensation trail that was being left behind. It was not smoke, nor did it appear to be a routine fuel dump in progress. Any that I have ever seen have evaporated within no more than four to five minutes. This fluffy plume was only beginning to dissipate some ten minutes later, also ruling out any visual effects of wing-tip vortices. (Although I did not have a camera with me that day, I was carrying my brand new Minolta STsi Maxxum four months later when I saw the same thing again.) |
| Upon returning home from the coffee shop, I spent close to fifteen minutes on the telephone with the On-Duty Officer at NAS Whidbey, explaining to him what I had been watching. He pretended to be totally ignorant on the subject of “contrails” (at a Naval air base...??? Yeah, right...), having the audacity to suggest that what I had been looking at were simply “birds being carried aloft on thermals”. I was obviously unimpressed with the response and then asked him about the day’s radar reports. The officer set down the phone and was gone for over five minutes, while I sat and listened to a toddler squealing and having fun in the background. He finally returned and replied that there had been “nothing on radar all day long” (su’prise, su’prise...). I made some smart-ass comment about “national security”, but stopped short of asking him if he had had the time to trace my phone number. |
| That evening, I composed an email report and sent out copies to a number of people — including the guest host of late night talk radio’s Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell (woo woo...). A week later, on October 23rd, I was interviewed for 20 minutes by Hilly Rose on live national radio. Having only recently become aware of “chemtrail paranoia”, himself, he had me describe to the audience what I had seen in the sky over Mount Vernon, as well as my little chat with the On-Duty Navy Officer. There was also time for me to speak about the “drunken ship captains’ party” of June 30th, where I summarized most of what I had submitted to the newspaper a month prior. |
| While out on my heated back deck not more than two hours later, I received the first hint that not everyone was appreciative of my attention to detail or of my willingness to rock the boat whenever I think it is called for. About half past midnight, my eyes started burning, followed by uncontrollable watering. Before I knew it, the lenses on my glasses were covered with the saline solution of my own spattered tears. Once my sinuses began draining as well, it became increasingly clear that I was under some kind of physical attack. My first reactions were denial and disbelief, that there had to be another more “rational” explanation for what was happening to me. Those thoughts departed just as quickly while I was inside cleaning up myself. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash and ran back out to the deck. There on the floor sat my black and white Rex bunny, Peter, not far from where I had been standing a few moments before. The problem was that the rabbit had been inside his cage and somehow managed to jump upward almost two and a half feet, with enough force to pop open the top of his cage and come to land on the deck floor beside it. If I was imagining things, then so was the rabbit. |
| For ten full minutes, I continued to suffer. Nevertheless, I kept the incident to myself for at least a couple of weeks. Who would believe me? I was satisfied that with the sides of the deck enclosed in 17 mil vinyl plastic, as it always is during the cold months of the year, almost anyone could have sneaked up undetected and silently delivered pepper spray or some other form of eye irritant between the boards on the deck floor. Reflected light from two 75-watt equivalent compact fluorescent bulbs made it almost impossible to see anything — or anyone — that might be cloaked in darkness out in the yard. The sound of whatever menace might be lurking about was also muted by the protective covering. |
| Three weeks later, it became evident that the assault was not over. Jack, my other rabbit, a three-year-old mini-Rex, died unexpectedly from a lung hemorrhage. He was a perfectly healthy animal, exhibiting absolutely no signs of distress of any kind. And yet, within a 36 hour period, he had stopped eating, huddled himself into a corner of his cage, and was dead before I could even get him to see the vet. I woke up to find Jack stiff as a board on Veterans Day. Not even a $160 necropsy would reveal what virus or bacteria brought on the pneumonia that had led to the hemorrhage. The vet told me that he had never seen such a condition develop and kill so quickly. |
| Nine days after that on November 20th, Clifford Carnicom was being interviewed by Hilly Rose on the Saturday edition of Coast to Coast AM. Incredibly, it was a little past midnight when I was again hit in the eyes with something that began to burn, just as it had soon after I had been heard on the radio, only a month earlier. This time, however, a neighborhood 120-pound black lab mix was running around loose out back and started barking at something. Almost immediately, his barking turned into whimpering and then — silence. With Jack now gone and my having been physically attacked twice, I wasted no time in confining all of my pets to the inside of the house. By the time I had sneaked out the garage and was in the backyard myself, there was nothing and no one anywhere. Still, the local police were anything but patronizing toward me when I filed a report this time around. Fortunately, the dog showed up unharmed the next morning. But to this day, none of my critters are being allowed to live out on that deck. |
| Especially after the deadly terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, one would think that there are now vastly fewer grins being proudly displayed by the American people for no good reason. You know — the kind of smiles born of vacant contentment, falsely secure in the “don’t worry, be happy” mentality. Certainly, if the corporate news media doesn’t report it, it isn’t news — nor did it ever happen. “Don’t confuse me with the facts,” said the Sheeple, “If you don’t think that life is good, then you’re just a plain ol’ gov’ment paranoidal freak.” |
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| Apparently, the facts — to which I have testified above — were not good enough even for some of the very few friends and co-workers in whom I had confided. “Aw, it was just coincidence,” one of them told me. “It was only mischievous neighborhood kids that had to be spraying you.” His tune abruptly changed, early in December of 1999, once he overheard the chilling call placed to my desk phone right after lunch. “This is Rabbit,” the female caller began without missing a beat, “I know you miss me. I will always be around if you want me.” At first, I thought I recognized the voice of a friend who was sitting in the next row of cubicles. It wasn’t her. And when company security took my report, I was informed that the call had actually originated from outside... |
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