Thanks, guys. In fact the ‘asperatus’ seems like an extreme version of mammatus, which are sometimes natural (arguably) and are sometimes seen as sources for tornadoes. Whoever came up with that name was probably a real boob
The first time Carol and I saw the effect of a simple orgonite cloudbusters on a line of thunderheads in Tornado Alley (Oklahoma) during tornado season it was kind of amazingl. We drove right into the middle of those thunderheads and plowed a deep, blue furrow through them as the wind died all around us. A few days later we did the same in Illinois.
When we moved back here (N Idaho) from Florida in October, 2006, there were mammatus clouds about 30 miles away in a little area where tornadoes had touched down. This was obviously weather manipulation because of the isolated nature of the storms. After pointing one of our cloudbusters in that direction, down close to the horizon, that area of sky became gradually brighter over a period of months. A year later I busted all the mountain top death ray arrays with my first airplane and then the weather got even better [Image Can Not Be Found]
Some months ago, I moved that cloudbuster to point about 20 degrees farther east and, by now, that area of targetted sky is getting brighter. Anyone can do this experiment.
The remaining tornado location is on the other side of Mt Spokane from us, about 45 miles west. Carol says there’s probably an underground weather manipulation facility near there, so we’ll go take care of that shortly. Mt Spokane is the biggest Mt in the area, also well gifted from ground and air. The first gifting sortie, there, was seven years ago when the gate to the ski lodge on the mt top was still closed by the feds. They had closed the road and the popular ski business a year before, after they had thrown up a dozen or so death towers and weather weapons on the mountain top. That’s just what terrorists do, I suppose.
I gifted as well as I could and when I got to the bottom of the mt and parked near a grocery store, some CIA stiffs immediately boxed me in with three vehicles while one of them pestered me with questions, trying to see inside my camper truck [Image Can Not Be Found] . I was pleased to show him because he evidently thought it was full of tricky, Reichian tools and there was nothing in there. He sure looked confused. Then they all left without a word.
The sky over the mountain was kind of nasty before I started, that day, then bright and lovely before I reached the bottom of the mountain. Nice confirmation. That was in the earlier years, before most of us started seeing the Sylphs’ elegant 'Thank You!'s.
A year ago, when STevo and I gifted the alleged ‘bad drought’ area in North Dakota that rather looked like the Irish countryside on account of the rich greenery, we saw the most bizarre, uniform mammatus clouds imaginable over Bismark, which Stevo had just finished gifting while I was in the water, that day, distributing towerbusters.
~Don