by marykmusic » Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:34 pm
A couple of important events took place in March of 2003.
First, my boys were taken out of the public school, run like a prison where only the staff had keys to the locked iron gates, and the younger one hated his teacher for being so intent on “only teaching the AIMS test. If it’s not on the AIMS test, we don’t teach it. No science, no social studies, no reading [for fun], no writing-no-art-no-music.” That’s the Arizona Instrument to Measure Skills. It was brought in as part of the No Child Left Behind Act. But that wasn’t the only reason; we could all feel an abduction being planned. Each boy was reporting black SUV’s with “G” plates and blacked-out windows pacing them as they walked down the main road, parked nearby when they got on or off the bus, things like that. Spooky stuff. So we started home schooling. It’s legal in Arizona.
The other life-changing event was the email from Sally.
She could charge water, and crystals, and whatever else, right in her yard in Wisconsin. Yes, we wanted to try some, we immediately answered back. When it arrived, we could tell it was more potent than what we’d bought from Henry. And it was self-replicating, too; by leaving some in the bottom of the container, we could be sure that the added water would also be charged. Or structured. Whatever.
We became great friends, and others on the forum asked for her Sally Water too. Most people liked it; others, as will happen in any group, thought she was promoting some kind of “pagan” agenda that threatened their own personal Belief System. It got worse after my brother Don decided he didn’t like the idea of using charged water at all.
One of Dragon’s first experiments was to fill a 1” diameter copper pipe with Sally Water and cap both ends, then use that as the center crystal of a Power Wand. We still have it. Liked it then, and still like it now. But for us, Power Wands are not what we use any more.
“Become the Device” was a phrase I coined when I realized that, the more stuff I tried to do, the more I was able to do. Asking CbsWork what I could do to increase my learning curve on the forum, he answered with general instructions. First, he wrote, one must spend six months on a vegan diet. No animal products of any kind, not even dairy or eggs. Then, get up every morning and do a sunrise meditation, including toning (humming) certain notes, for thirty days. I got right on it, starting in June, 2003. But I’m a bit ahead of my story, now. A lot happened that year.
I hadn’t seen my brother since spending three weeks with him in May/June of 1998, in Ashland, Oregon. Two of my kids were with me, and two of his joined him soon after we arrived. It was great! We had never been close (far from it) but he was teaching me how to build zappers. That was how he was making his living at that time, and they were all handmade by him then. I’d never done electronics, and really didn’t know what I was doing. But from the day I arrived, he’d had me use one; my Rosacea started going away. His credibility went ‘way up to me! My doctor had tried treating it, and it never helped; the last thing he’d tried, a topical ointment, burned more each time I’d used it. It wasn’t worth it. But Don’s zapper was working.
I’d been one of the first recipients of the new Terminator zapper described at the beginning of this writing. But I hadn’t seen him until he arrived with Carol, his wife, in the Zapporium in early April. Don is a marvelous craftsman and loves to build small wooden boats (and take them out on the ocean.) The Zapporium looked like a boat overturned on top of a ’78 Ford flatbed truck. However, it was a lovely little handmade cottage on wheels. A Joe Cell supplied the energy for the home itself.
Don didn’t hate me then. We seemed close. But it only lasted a short time; the Sally Water became the bone of contention that broke our relationship, budding though it was, back apart again. We showed him and Carol the Power Wand made with water in place of the crystal. Don looked, said nothing, handed it to Carol. She said she couldn’t feel anything, and passed it back to Dragon.
Carol is Don’s “high psychic.” He claims many times in his writings that he “can’t feel a thing” and depends on her intuition for everything. So whatever Carol says is the honest truth to Don, who’s nothing if not loyal. But I am of the opinion that nobody is 100% accurate on psychic decisions. I’m not, the most influential psychics I’ve ever known or read about say the same thing. However, Don trusts Carol implicitly. And later, after arriving back to their home in Idaho, Carol decided she didn’t like the Sally Water, or Sally, for that matter. And by implication, the line was drawn on the forum. You’re either with us or agin’ us, Don wrote.
It was a crisis. Discussions heated up. Flame wars, posts deleted, even some people kicked off. Every little problem that had been smoothed over by diplomatic writing, raised its head again. Sides were taken and battle lines drawn.
Meanwhile, in the middle of April, the boys and I took our dachshund Woody and drove up to meet Sally in Wisconsin. We considered it a grand geography field trip. It was a wonderful run, and bonded us as friends in person as well as online. The boys carried little versions of the first water crystal, as an offensive bio-interactive device. Called them “water wands.” They aimed them at every tower they saw, or anyplace that felt “wrong,” and said, “Bang!”
At Sally’s, where we only stayed for a day and two nights, we each spent time in what she called her Medicine Wheel, which was centered on a large fir tree in her yard. I was able to feel the energy from photos before we left, and the boys saw entities of some sort in the tree and the pasture beyond. As we left, Sally poured some of her Water into a stream near her house, which fed into the Mississippi River not far away. At home, Dragon was watching the Doppler radar for the area. What happened next… is for Dragon to tell. --MaryK