The Great White Brotherhood is a secret society that is neither white nor about brotherly anything. It's an ancient group of black magicians. When Bradley went off to do other things, the job he was bred and raised to do was given to Drunvalo Melchizedik. That's a whole 'nother story that has little to do with this history, except to show how long the GWB's reach is (funny, someone else has those same initials!)
Let's pick up where I left off... winter of 2002-2003. I became a moderator on the Cloud-busters forum, and spent a lot of my time and energy there, as well as making Holy Hand Grenades (these are resin, metal shavings, and clear quartz as well as other types added, usually conical in shape.) Muffin pans were being used by then to make Tower-Busters, same ingredients, smaller size, for tossing near the various towers that Don Bradley, as "Secret Buddy," had given the heads-up on the previous summer, and my brother went public about them. Mind control towers, they were. By then, Dragon had built more than 20 cloudbusters and spread them out across southern Arizona, while on his route-driving job. Lots of HHG's, and hundreds of TB's. Sometimes those last were made in cute little molds, to add to the eye-appeal; these were given out as gifts. I still have a little car-shaped one on my dashboard from the first boxful that Dragon had mailed to me, even before we met.
But my brother was not happy. Even while writing wonderful essays as well as his Adventures that can still be found on http://www.educate-yourself.org
, he went into private email rages at various members of the community, myself included. Sometimes it was in person, such as when he visited Mark and Suze Hooten in Florida. They http://www.hootenization.com/hooten_page_one_replay.html
were "Hootenizing" and adding lots of new devices to the arsenal. Then it would pass, and he would be back to his old self.
It was also during that time that Bradley, known on the forum as CBsWork, was posting some unbelievable material about trauma-based mind control, such as he had undergone in childhood, and let Don and I know that we were both M-kids, too, with similar experiences. Things started coming together for me; unexplained fragmentary nightmares, odd phobias (such as being on train-tracks), wierd experiences.
And the private section of the forum, which was only for Stuart, the owner, and us moderators, was jumpin'. Incredible amount of information being passed around, including what was really going on with my brother (he is a multiple from that M-kid thing.) And it became known to others what I had been aware of my whole life: he hated me.
Then Don told Stuart that he didn't want me moderating any more. January, 2003. Said too many people were offended by things I said. I was heart-broken. But the work kept going on; we were planning on gifting Sedona; Bradley had insisted that it was the most important target within our reach. And yes, it was about Reptilians, including the Great White Brotherhood and other black magick practicioners. He'd spent a great deal of time there while growing up and being "trained."
February 16 was our target date for a huge Sedona run. The day before was a Friday, and Casa Grande was very busy because it was the first day of O'odham Tash, the annual festival put on by the tribe to our south, the Tohono O'odham. Flash, Dragon's best buddy, was riding with me in the white Toyota, on our way to Glendale (NE of Phoenix) to pick up a 5-gallon bucket of resin. As we approached the intersection of Rodeo Road, where the Indian rodeo was about to start and the traffic was heavy, I was travelling north at the posted speed limit of 55 through a green-light intersection. Suddenly, a brown sedan was in the intersection, directly in my path. Flash hollered, "We're gonna hit!" and I was already on the panic stop. We hit just behind the rear wheel, and went spinning crazily in a circle. Flash was pasted against the windshield and I bumped it some, too. No seatbelts.
As we came to a stop, Flash was bleeding rather heavily from his forehead. I grabbed my Stetson and held it under his chin to catch the blood (still have it, too.) Medics were there pretty quickly and strapped us both to backboards and transported.
They kept Flash in the hospital but not me. By the time I got home and back on the Forum, CBs was posting about it, saying it was an assassination attempt; the 16-year-old girl driving her mom's car really didn't see me when she made that left-hand turn, as she later testified under oath.
It had happened before. But that was before I had even gotten back together with my brother, two attempts during 2001. A different story for another time, perhaps.
And that's enough for now. --MaryK