It all began in Tucson Arizona, 2003 when I first became aware of the trails and hazy white skies. Moving out west was a dramatic journey for a man raised in the Bronx, between elevated train tracks and the confinement of pavement. In 1990 I had decided to move my family, wife and two preteen kids to Tucson in order to seek a better life without the intrusion of the polluted city skies and general congestion of the NYC area.

Tucson was magnificent in those days, skies were perfectly serene which displayed sunshine 300 plus days a year, enhancing the dry crisp desert floor blooming with desert flora and animal life. For the first time in my life the night sky enticed me with bewilderment until my neck hurt from stargazing. These and much more were the benefits from leaving the congestion to the sparsity of the wild west.

The strange thing about being busy with the things that consume your life, namely work, is; you do not look up enough to appreciate the planets natural beauty until it is no longer there. That is exactly what happened to me as I explain this life altering personal experience. The first decade 1990-1999 living in the Southwest desert was filled with outdoor activities. I was excited to live in a place that offered on any given day, an opportunity to bask in perfect clear skies and dry heat. Hiking and driving into the desert just to hang out and dangle my feet off my favorite spot, "Gates Pass" which I nick-named, The "Desert Mecca" for its beauty. From this mountain perch I could see the mountain ranges in the distance, like a saw blade's teeth, dancing in the clear skies on the horizon. Many an evening I would drive my family to this spot and watch the sunset as the multiple color hues dazzled the imagination. Sad but true, in the early 2000's especially after 9/11, I was distracted with business and slowly descended into the former life I had ran away from a decade earlier.

It was about June of 2003, as I re-established a connection to my deep affinity with nature when I noticed the "Skies" were not the same as before, a hazy white film was perpetually present with white lines crisscrossing from end to end, distorting the once incredible expansive desert sky. I could not help noticing and looking up even while driving, almost causing an accident or two. This all became frustrating because from the three years that I was distracted in business, the skies were gone. It is like not seeing someone you know for a period of time and the suddenly meeting them and seeing that they have aged. If you were to see them every day you may not have noticed. this is what I witnessed and remained shocked to the difference in appearance to the desert sky.

It was not until a business associate explained to me; that what I was seeing was Chemtrails. I immediately investigated using the internet and found the rest of the disturbing reality of what we have all (in the know) have come to despise. Since that day I have dedicated my discussions, to the dismay of some, as a preacher in the wilderness, to expose the horror of this life altering governmental intrusion into our lives. No vote or say, the question is; how have we as a Republic descend into an abyss of lies and cover-up?

Big Sky Montana:

It was time to move. Tucson and the Southwest was not the place that it was when we first arrived two decades ago. My wife and I started to look to the mountainous areas of Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado and Utah. following the Rockies especially the Continental Divide as a guide to where we thought would have been a suitable place to relocate. I insisted in a preconceived notion that I could find a place where the skies were blue and untouched by this encroaching sky menus. Naivety was a sad excuse for the wishing of yesteryear. I longed for the skies to be blue again without the haze and insisted that there "Had" to be a place that "they" have forgot about and skipped over. This as we know is a fairytale, but at the time my desire for nature to be restored as it were, trumped the reality I knew down deep from the extensive research...no safe place. Still I continued on my quixotic search that there was such a place.

In the summer of 20011, My wife and I crossed over the Bozeman Pass into Livingston Montana, it was a perfect day. Big Sky could not describe the beauty. It is overwhelming to witness mountainous snow capped peaks juxtaposed with huge puffed cotton candy clouds afloat the currents, draping in the distance were the majestic Absaroka Mountains. Not a blemish to be seen, only the spender of perfection. We both looked at each other, without words, we knew this would be our home.

One thousand miles in three weeks time, we relentlessly traveled up and down Paradise Valley, not a Chemtrail in the sky, only puffed clouds and blue skies. We found Paradise, "Chemtrail" free at last. The ranch was perfect, we bought it and made quick plans to build and in the spring of 2012 started construction.

The dream burst! Chemtrails, Chemtrails, Chemtrails. What we experienced the season before was an anomaly of moisture that for some reason they did not spray. Paradise Valley is located outside and North of Yellowstone National Park and south of Livingston Montana. It is known for its beauty and open spaces. The mountains surrounding the valley channels the south wind as a funnel towards the north giving the area a break from the Chem-trails by cleaning out the trails periodically. This gives a little relief to the presence of the white haze. There are times when the wind is so great that the skies remain blue without trails either because they blow away from the area or reasons unknown to the objectives of the management of the sprayers.

The dismay and reality check that followed the move to Montana did not distract from the happiness we share on this ranch and magnificent valley, but the moral of the story is what is important. I have learned that even though I moved for the reason of Chemtrails; the destiny of one's life is connected to perception and pursuit of happiness. The realization, that no matter where we are located we share the same things as our neighbors as cohabitants of this planet. We breath the same air, we live on the same earth and our hearts beat to the rhythm of natures waves.

I joined this forum to share my story not only about Chemtrails, but to reinforce the belief in anyone who reads, that we are not alone in this realization and that the quality of our lives are in jeopardy. The effort by as many people as possible to eradicate the intrusion and invasion by this unelected mastery must be exposed. I was asked by a friend "what can we do, they control everything without our consent"...my answer is simple... "everything that you can, our lives depend on it!"

Glad to be here,

James "Bornfree"

Thank you for your story.

It's wonderful that you took the time to share it. I will share it online as well.

Thank you for sharing. I know how you feel about the sky. I live by Mt Shasta in California. Every morning I would wake up to the smell of Junipers & breathtaking Sunrises. Now, all I can smell is chemicals. I wake up to the chem trails laid down in the East. The Junipers, some very ancient are dying. I am going to leave. I know it is bad all over the world, but here they have been spraying longer & heavier So cumulatively it is worse. Blessings to Human Beings. May are Earth & ourselves be delivered quickly from this suffering. Lana

Roseofshasta,

Thank you. Wish you the best on making a decision on where to move. As you have stated; there are not too many options on this planet without this intrusive contamination. I agree that some areas are better than others but the reasons are still illusive as to why. I am looking at Costa Rica as a winter haven but love Paradise Valley, MT for my main residence. Best of luck on your journey. James

Thank you for you story. At least there are two of us awake in Montana :-)


Maybe we can get together some time....

From the trenches,
Celeste

HI Celeste

I have been reading some of your material posted here and must say you are a true activist. We are getting blasted down here…what part of Montana do you live?

Bornfree,

Hi there! Sorry it took so long to write back. I had some articles go viral and working on 2 more.

We live between Missoula and Kalispell in a valley between two mountain ranges.

It has been a see-saw winter-cold,warm,cold-warm. Better now than in the spring. I pray that we do not have a cold spring because we have a short enough growing season. LOL!

Be blessed!
Celeste

Hi James,

I was born/raised in Livingston, now in AZ.

Tell you why you're not going to see chemtrails often there... Do you realize the key international criminals all are clustering around Yellowstone country, many in the Livingston vicinity?

- Kissinger in Greycliff - ranch under James Johnson, Bilderberger
- Rumsfeld's son in Livingston - Rummy himself spotted in Sax & Fryer - has his own ranch outside Ennis
- Bill Gates has his end-of-the-world ranchette condo up Gallatin Gateway, and Ted Turner of course is there - notice the guy in the oval office, returning from Mexico in 2009, went straight to his handlers in MT supposedly to visit Yellowstone and have a buffalo burger with Ted
- Cheney right across the caldera near Jackson
- the entire cast/crew of world finance - Goldman Sachs et al - not only have their annual meetings in Jackson, but many live in the vicinity. Take their private jets to lunch in Jackson.

There are more, but just like wild west hideout days, that's where you'll find the ones with the world's blood on their hands.

Careful with Park County and Livingston administration. White collar crime syndicate. Way sold out to evil. County Atty DePuy so crooked they'll have to screw her into the ground to bury her.

Best of luck with all those outfits.

One other thing about Montana. Something I was personally told by none other than Jerome Weisner, science adviser to Eisenhower and Kennedy, and (exceedingly regretful) author of the "duck and cover" drills: Montana is number one in nuclear missiles. It alone would be the world's fourth largest nuclear power. Most of the nukes are staged in the northern Rockies. There's a reason the powers that be are there - literally sticking to their guns.

Very deadly for health. I lived many years on the east coast, and all my old friends there are accounted for, alive and well. On the contrary, with very few exceptions, most of my early life Montana friends have succumbed to cancer way before their time or other deadly diseases. It seems "the owners" want to eliminate people. Whistleblowers, thinkers, upstarts of any kind in Montana die young. Beware.

Oy! That is not very encouraging for us in Montana :-(

From the trenches,
Celeste