What is a Mobile Mesonet?


What it is

A mobile mesonet, or dubbed simply “mesonet,” is a some form of vehicle- usually a van, SUV, or compact car. These vehicles serve as a weather station on wheels. You may have seen one before, they’re usually out near severe storms or tornadic supercells during the spring and summer months.

It’s Purpose

The shapes and designs of these weather stations may look odd, but each one is designed to obtain the truest, most accurate readings of the atmosphere in and around a supercell thunderstorm or tornado.

A mobile mesonet samples the atmosphere at set intervals, usually every second, and records temperature, humidity (dew point, not relative), atmospheric pressure, wind speed and direction. Additionally, they are equipped with GPS devices that plot and track the vehicle’s position and speed for later analysis.

The design

A mesonet is made of an aluminum, or sometimes PVC pipe, rack system mounted…

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Reporter, Kilgallen’s Death Linked to UFOs, Marilyn Monroe & JFK’s Assassination


Did Dorothy Kilgallen know too much?

Another fascinating story about TV’s What’s My Line star and controversial news reporter Dorothy Kilgallen (above, center) was her relationship with Marilyn Monroe and Kilgallen’s interest in the UFO coverups of the 1950s with which we are so familiar today.


How are they related? The link is JFK.

At one-point Kilgallen reported on Monroe regularly…In 1953 that changed. Monroe was known to stop confiding in reporters if they did not report on her the way she wanted. It could have been also she turned to Louella Parsons. Parsons also could make or break a career, and she was in Hollywood.


An interesting 2018 documentary on Netflix, Unacknowledged, narrated by Dr. Steven Greer, who headed the 2001 Disclosure Project, names some names. Dorothy Kilgallen is one of the names Greer mentios. Dorothy already had an interest in UFO’s that went back to the 1950’s. Here is a column she wrote about a 1955 UFO sighting in Great Britain that caused some stir:


Those “Little Men” On Flying Saucers? Real, Says Kilgallen

Remember the creepy stories about flying saucers and little men from outer space? Dorothy Kilgallen has run into a new one in London. Here is her dispatch to the New York Journal-American on what a British official thinks about those “little fellows.”

By Dorothy Kilgallen
Distributed by International News Service)

London, May 22 – British scientists and airmen, after examining the wreckage of a mysterious “flying ship,” are convinced that these strange aerial objects are not optical illusions or Soviet inventions, but actually are flying saucers which originate on another planet.

The source of my information is a British official of cabinet rank who prefers to remain unidentified.

“We believe, on the basis of our inquiries thus far, that the ‘saucers’ were staffed by small men – probably under four feet tall,” my informant told me today.

“It’s frightening but there is no denying the flying saucers come from another planet.”

This official quoted scientists as saying a flying ship of this type could not have been constructed on earth.


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Tonight’s Read: Grey Aliens and the Harvesting of Souls, The Conspiracy to Genetically Tamper with Humanity by Nigel Kerner, TOC & Introduction…


Table of Contents

Title Page
1 A Beginning of Sorts
2 The Truth about UFOs
3 What Is Truth?
4 Who Rules?
5 The Kingdom of Heaven Is Within You
6 A New Creation Story
7 Down the Chute
8 The Coming Terror
9 Evidence
10 Human to Monkey
11 Our Fathers Who Art in Spaceships
12 Lambs among Wolves
13 Returns and Lies
Photo Insert
14 Near Death Experiences
15 The Fact of Life after Life
16 Ghost Meets Grey
17 Beneath the Surface
18 You and You Alone
19 Returning to Godhead
20 The Triumph of Truth over Lies
21 Living Water
22 Immaculate Conceptions Galore
23 Alpha to Omega
24 Out There
About the Author
About Inner Traditions • Bear & Company
Books of Related Interest
Copyright & Permissions


I was passing through the East End of London with my fellow schoolmates, on our way to see the famous Tower of London. The year was 1960. I was fourteen years old, and we were all, my mates and I, full of the exuberances of youth that were natural at that age. There was excitement, even joy, in the form of a zest running like soft brush strokes of stinging nettles around the extremities of my body, joy in anticipation of what was waiting for us all just a few meters ahead on one thousand square meters of pure history—history wrapped up in ghosts and human ghouls that marked the jagged desultory corridors of a British past.

Prior to that day, I had never taken ghosts as a phenomenon seriously enough to give even a lingering thought to them. I had always been a dreadful cynic. My mind has naturally never had a penchant for the belief in anything that I could not see, feel, or touch. Ghosts were definitely out. But something really strange happened on that first trip to the Tower. I suddenly felt real fear at one point on the tour. I remember feeling annoyed at myself at not being able to explain why. The fear arose just there, at a particular location, and nowhere else. There was nothing forbidding about the place, it was a kind of lobby from which a staircase descended. The fear was completely irrational, and this irritated me more.

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