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POISON FROM SKY THE The ‘Chemtrails' Crisis — Mystifying respiratory disease outbreaks across the United States are coinciding with sightings of aircraft that criss-cross the skies with lingering contrails. wo years ago, William Wallace was ploughing fields on a ranch in Washington state when someone declared war on him. Without warning, a US Navy Intruder swooped low, spraying the fields with a fine mist. "I got real sick for about three weeks," Wallace relates. "My eyes watered. Fluid came out of my nose. And then I got headache and my eyes watered. I couldn't lift my arm above my head for days and days. It hurt so bad, I couldn't comb my hair." Complaining that he was doing half the work, his boss let him go. Throughout the following summer, Wallace and his wife Ann watched high-flying jets work the skies above the cabin they were building in Washington's remote mountainous country near Kettle Falls. Day after day, pairs of multi-engined craft criss-crossed the sky, forming "X"s and elaborate grid patterns with emissions resembling contrails. But unlike normal contrails which dissipate soon after swirling ice-crystals off wingtips and engines, these billowing streamers emanating from the tails of the mystery aircraft hung in the clear, blue sky for hours. Refracting an oily purple colour in sunlight, the woven rows of "chemtrails" gradually thickened into a solid overcast that wept long, feathery streamers toward the ground. William and Ann kept getting sick. Every time the jets came over, they tasted some- thing strong and strange. Extremely fatigued, they would end up in bed with severe headaches. “I must've had 15 nosebleeds last summer," Wallace added. I'd blow my nose and it would bleed. And I never had that before." To the Wallaces' horror and their veterinarian's bewilderment, their cat's face became half-paralysed and started to dissolve. When the cat died, Wallace went to Channel 2 tele- vision news with his story. The newsmen refused to believe him, but someone heard Wallace's outcry. Two days after a pair of fighter jets buzzed their cabin, leaving chemtrails in their wake, a turbo-prop aircraft, painted white with blue wingtips, dived over the house, spraying something that came down and hung over their property, making them both sick. "That propellor plane," William Wallace realised, "was tellin' me to shut up.” Wallace grabbed his backpack and headed up into the mountains around Yosemite for some respite. Climbing through an alpine forest at 8,000 feet near Bass Lake, 50 miles north of Fresno, the beleaguered American was startled to see what looked like cobwebs drifting out of the sky. As he watched, long strands draped from the silent trees for hun- dreds of feet. When a wondering Wallace wadded some of the lightweight substance into a marble-sized ball, it just disintegrated. On New Year's Day, 1999, William Wallace was outside splitting wood when the fight- ers returned, making three passes. That evening, another jet came over and Wallace showed Ann the lingering chemtrails woven in a silver tracery against the Moon. About six the next morning, Wallace became sick with diarrhoea. Along with a neighbour who had also been outside doing chores all day, Wallace suffered from diarrhoea—"all day; the worst I ever had it," he said. Both of their wives, who remained indoors, suffered no ill-effects from those attacks. by William Thomas © 1999 Suite 383, #15-180 Central Road Duncan, BC, Canada V9L 4X3 E-mail: wilco@islandnet.com Website: www.islandnet.com/~wilco SIGHTINGS FROM THE TWILIGHT ZONE—OR THE X-FILES... Wallace didn't know it then, but offshore in the Gulf of Mexico, 23 miles out from Corpus Christi, Texas, a roughneck responsible for maintaining oil platforms had entered the Twilight Zone last Christmas. Alighting from a helicopter to effect repairs on five different rigs, this technician was stunned to see a "white web or angel hair-type stuff" draping each platform. Whatever it APRIL —- MAY 1999 NEXUS © 17 by William Thomas © 1999