A Guardian Angel’s Desperate Plea: Stop Spraying the Heavens With Chemtrails!

Posted on by Stephenson Billings
A dire message leads to a spiritual awakening.

A dire message leads to a spiritual awakening.

It was extraordinary, maybe the most extraordinary thing that’s happened to me in years, but it began in the most ordinary way.

Lunch.

Hushpuppy butterfly shrimp, dipping gravy, a biscuit and a basket of fries. There’s a new restaurant in town that I’ve been going to practically every day. Looking back, I have to wonder if I was drawn there for a reason.

The place is quiet and air-conditioned and there’s always some gentle teenager with lollipop-red lips ready to serve me. The older you get in life, the harder it is to find such moments of peace. That’s why I drink coffee. It gives me another ten minutes to sit at my table alone, watching the boys in their pressed uniforms as they saunter about.

At the end of my meal I had two shrimps left and I distinctly remember saying to myself, “They look like angels’ wings…” A swirl of cornmeal and gravy crisscrossed the plate, giving it a majestic, almost ethereal quality. I chuckled thinking my leftovers had more spiritual depth than anything you’d see in a “modern” art museum today.

An Emergency Call

Later, sitting at my desk, I began to drift off. Hot rays of sunlight hit my arms. My toes tingled. Out the window an airplane was passing. I drifted farther and farther. I couldn’t feel my hands. I didn’t care, I was spinning. There was a ringing in my ears.

Suddenly! Snapped awake!

My eyes focused with complete clarity on the clock. The numbers glowed brighter than I’ve ever seen them glow before. The time was 2:22pm. My stomach burned with anxiety, but I felt strangely sublime as well.

Exactly two years earlier to the very day, I wrote this in a column about angels:

“Angels are quite literally the factory workers of faith. They are tireless and everywhere. They accomplish innumerable feats, from minor pangs of guilt to the throbbing passions of love. The angels are there to guide us, to inspire us and, ultimately, to remind us of our obligation to Jesus. The fly through the air at His beckoning. They are gentle and ever willing. We would be far less human and humane were it not for the angels.”

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Ever find yourself staring at unique numerical sequences on your clock or cellphone?

Secret Codes, Heavenly Secrets

Have you ever heard of Angel Numbers? I hadn’t before that day. Many spiritual people believe that these are moments when our guardian angels communicate. They use clocks to get our attention. They inspire us to look exactly at specific times, when the numbers repeat or have a sequence. Sometimes they’re warnings. Other times they want to remind us that God is watching over our lives. The most important Angel Number is 2:22.

Think about it yourself. How often have you randomly checked your cellphone to see that it’s 3:33, 10:10 or 12:34? It happens far more than most would admit. Mathematically, it would seem improbable that of all the points in the day when one could possibly notice the time, it would be these very unique numerical sequences that had been defined as Angel Numbers.

I learned all this in the week that followed. But what happened immediately at that 2:22pm mark was truly astonishing. It was such a disconcertingly amazing moment, that I tremble with excitement even typing about it here.

Chemtrail, Interrupted

At 2:22pm on that Wednesday, I looked out my window. The airplane I mentioned passing overhead was gone. In its wake was a fresh, crisp chemtrail line. If you don’t know about chemtrails, please go educate yourself about the conspiracy to poison our skies before reading any further. This is a diabolical population control scheme that is causing genuine health problems in Americans every single day. I have been a long-term victim. I’ll spare you the whole “woe is me” diatribe, but suffice it to say these atmospheric toxins can cause psychopathologized damage to one’s lifeblood and livelihood.

Here’s the breathtaking thing. The chemtrail at 2:22 that day had a feature that made my jaw drop: It was interrupted directly above my head! That’s correct, the chemtrail was solid until it reached my office. There it stopped for 30 yards and afterward it immediately began again…

At 6:23 that evening, I felt the angel’s wings once again flutter and I found myself staring at my cellphone… I didn’t comprehend the message, but I knew enough to know that there was a message there. I wrote “6:23 pm???” in my notebook and set it aside.

The premonition of angels during my meal, the “third” anniversary of a paper I wrote about angels, the revelation at precisely 2:22 and then the disrupted chemtrail… What in the world was going on here?

Dyersburg, TN: July 8th, 2015, chemtrail disruption above the author's office. (Photo: Stephenson Billings)

Divine Intervention, Dyersburg,Tennessee: July 8th, 2015, chemtrail disruption above the author’s office.(Photo: © Stephenson Billings)

Cloud of Sorcery

It took me some time to decipher the code. I first began to wonder, how did my guardian angel disrupt the chemtrail spray above my office? Did he distract the pilot for a moment with pangs of guilt? Could he have enlisted his brothers in a swarm that flapped its wings enough to disperse the trail? I will never know, but I understand now that a great spiritual effort was made to allow me to bear witness.

Eventually, I found myself pondering the message of 6:23. A little digging on the internet led me to the Scriptural Reading of Revelation 18:23 (6:23pm is 18:23 in military time and, taking into account that the military is deeply involved with the geoengineering conspiracy, this makes perfect sense). The passage reads:

Chemtrails are destroying American spirituality from within.

The Atheist chemtrail agenda is destroying American spirituality from within.

“…For your merchants were the great men of the earth, for by your sorcery all the nations were deceived.”

Numerous Biblical scholars have pointed out that the word sorcery in Greek is pharmakeia, which means, “to drug and poison.” Pharmakeia is the foundation of the English word, pharmaceutical, and was often associated with mercury in the Bible. Recently, numerous investigations have revealed that mercury is one of the major components in chemtrails. Clearly not a coincidence!

The Atheist Endgame

In my earlier work, I had explored the hypothesis that chemtrails were created by people with the highest levels of devotion to scientism and, as such, were connected to the Atheist element of the New World Order. As Atheists, they take special umbrage at the power of angels and that may explain why these poisons are sprayed so high in our skies.

For many it’s hard to see the bright rays of knowledge when you’ve been chained to the walls of the Illuminati dungeon for so long. I was fortunate enough to experience a spiritual revelation, and I experienced it vividly. Nothing can challenge that truth that now dwells in my heart and that is why I write here today. I feel blessed to have been chosen for this message, but I can’t deny it is a dire one that all need to hear.

We need to stop the chemtrails.

It’s just that simple. They are destroying humanity and our protective atmosphere of spiritual love. The angels themselves are being poisoned. And now they are dying. How else to explain that our nation is being subjected to homosexual marriage and marijuana legalization just as New World Order geoengineering has reached the tipping point? How else to explain the march of Radical Atheism just as faith in God is being assaulted by the lapdog media?

We need to stop the chemtrails NOW!

shrimpSave the Angels, Save the World

I’ve returned many times to the little restaurant. The cornmeal-crusted shrimp remains the highlight of my afternoons. The lanky boys with their cherubic lips smile at me and I order another coffee. I’m happy to have a few minutes by myself, away from the responsibilities of the tangible, the unavoidable. Marriage is not what I expected. Work always is.

It takes me even longer to pull myself up from the corner booth these days. Sometimes I make idle chatter with the fellow at the register. He knows Jesus, but not much about chemtrails. I’ve printed out pamphlets and have even offered to drive him to a march. I have a spiritual obligation to educate the public. He told me, maybe someday. That’s the best I can ask for, an open mind. Youngsters like him are angels, too. It’s a terrible thing to be so guileless and hopeful in an unchaste world. Boys have an innocence to their skin that smells like fresh grapes. Helen Keller wrote that once, I believe.

One day such grapes will be free to blossom into manhood without the threat of spiritual toxins. Making that day a reality is my mission. I understand that now, thanks to my guardian angel.

 

  • Blanche Beecham

    You may be a Doctor, but there are always lessons to be learned from our spiritual guides! What a moving and thrilling testimonial of faith and sheer awareness of the unseen divine hand at work in our lives! You truly are a blessed package!

  • Servant of the Mighty

    GOETH THOUGH NOW AND REPENT THINE HOMOSEXUAL LUSTING AFTER THE SERVERS OF SHRIMP! I just heard my angel tell me to say that to you at 9:33 pm no less! You are misinterpreting the whole warning. It isn’t about chemtrails, but about your path to heaven being broken by your gay lustings.. Some times obvious truths are lost on those who most need to see them. Prayers for you DR. Billings.

    • Stephenson_Billings

      You’re crazy. I am 200% heterosexual and have been that way my entire life. Methinks your projecting your own hardcore lusts on my journalism here.

      • Alex Mather

        Are you aware that a science commentator on ABC Australia has been quoting your articles as fact. Check ABC MediaWatch for transcript. Hilarious!

  • Greg Polkosnik

    Once I stayed in room 3333 at Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas. I took it as a sign that I was going to be lucky on the slots. I wasn’t. Now I’m starting to believe that maybe I was lucky being assigned a room on a lower floor with all those chemtrails from McCarran International Airport wafting into the posh upper floors of the resort.

  • Thomas J

    To some reality is all about real-ty and the perceived control and ownership of such. To others reality is someone else’s problem and they revolve around the likes and dislikes of an ever fading past. To be given the chance to penetrate deeper into the ephemeral depths of the true cosmos must surely be a gift given to those born with, or blessed with the power of divine attention. Kudos to you sir and to the possibilities that may appear to you. Kudos also on being able to express such truths amongst a background of absurdity so as to conceal the sometimes frightening truth from the poorly equipped cattle that might stumble upon your experiences. Let there be no doubt that God is great.

  • Savanah Gray

    Okay…that one wasn’t funny at all. That was just creepy. I was laughing until the talk of innocent boys smelling like grapes. Then it got gross really fast. Very poor taste! The rest was funny enough!

  • Sincere

    Oh you have some severe pathological damage… It is not good. You need help! Go find an angel. Go find an angel RIGHT NOW and do not stop until you find him. This is GOD speaking. Go forth!