Contrails Information
by David Tilbury

From around the world reports are coming in of strange aircraft contrails which do not disappear but stretch out and linger. This is usually followed by reports of mass illness.
This page is intended to show photos from around the world and to host eyewitness reports. Please send me any photos or reports you may have.

Current Information as of 23rd March 1999


**NEW INFORMATION 18/3/99** Check out my photos taken in England

**NEW INFORMATION 23/3/99 Contrails - Lab reports show 3 distinct Pathogens ***

**NEW INFORMATION 18/3/99** My web page has been visited by the ICBM division of the Air Force! t8ceec.icbm.hill.af.mil

Great new page full of photo's and reports from around the world - Strange Haze

Check out the similarities between this photo from the U.S. and mine. Does anyone know if the inverted 'A' is a common factor??

This guy's page of contrail photo's has been visited by the Military!

** NEW! Reports I have received by email **

Check out this new story from WorldNetDaily entitled: "Are U.S. planes spraying chemicals?"

Article from MSNBC July 1997 entitled, "Do contrails effect climate?"

"Fixing the Weather" by William Thomas

Read William Thomas' Excellent Original Report

Read Ian Goddards Analysis of contrails

Read Michael Theroux's study on contrails at Borderlands

Mystery contrail Reports Continue Coming in Nationwide

LA Mystery Contrails

Contrails as a mass Vaccination?

Contrails over Long Island NY

Interesting Photo of LOTS of contrails

Excellent Horizon web site


MAIL ME : spraying@hotmail.com

William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot see the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?











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