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by Joe Hillshoist » Wed Jan 10, 2007 2:32 am
by Trifecta » Wed Jan 10, 2007 9:50 am
The Conspiracy of Chemtrails
Ten Problems
By Mark Davey
http://educate-yourself.org/cn/ctstenpr ... un03.shtml
June 9, 2003
What is blocking chemtrail activism and mass public/political debate which would lead to action and solutions?
Well, for starters, all of so-called officialdom flatly denies that they exist, but the evidence is so overwhelming, that anyone can conclusively prove it to themselves or to others, at least to those who are willing to open their eyes and look. This presentation is a review of the problems that I encountered in discovering the reality of chemtrails and what could be done about them.
Trevor James Constable is a leading light in weather manipulation and follows in the footsteps Wilhelm Reich in etheric technologies. All living things have an etheric field, a luminescent energy around their bodies, including you. Here is how to prove it. Put your hand up against a dark background and after a few seconds you will see a faint white shadow round the tips of your fingers. Next look at a group of trees and you will see the same type of shadow against the skies background. Unbelievably, you can use this energy to make clouds disappear. Choose a small cloud first, start scanning it with your eyes from left to right, and up and down, focus on breaking the cloud up with your mind. It will seem to disappear as you focus, re adjust your eyes and keep the process up. WOW, you have just made your first cloud disappear. Show all your friends your new magical powers. This is etheric FREE energy...more later. This will work on all clouds except chemtrails. Thus, Proving chemtrails exist. No conspiracy that they exist.
Ten Problems with Discovering Chemtrails
Problem 1
You wake up one day and notice streams of lines formed by jets high up in the atmosphere. You wake up the next day and once again, the
ubiquitous lines are there. You notice crosses, grids and bends. You think to yourself that is not normal. Then you notice day after day that the sky
is always a whiteout (unless cumulus clouds are present), yet when you woke at six in the morning you had a blue sky as you have been accustomed to all your life. By the time, you arrive at work the sun is hidden by what you could only describe as a fuzzy haze. Perhaps you ask some friends have they
noticed anything odd and they usually look at you blankly. Therefore, you go to the internet and after a while discover the term chemtrails. From that
moment on your life changes.
Problem 2
The name CHEMTRAILS, coined by Will Thomas, is a starting point. Ha ha you think, I have discovered what is happening. You start to investigate, and your stomach hits the floor, you cannot believe your eyes. White NATO jets are deliberately spraying chemicals such as barium and aluminium into the sky. Why? You ask yourself. Again, why would our politicians condone such madness? Your stomach hits the floor again as you discover the effect of the toxins on all planet life. You start to ask your friends: "do you know what those white lines are in the sky?" "Yeah, they're jet trails." Some may even tell you they are contrails, but you instantly start to tell them: "Well actually, they are chemtrails, as contrails dissipate after a few seconds." You are then asked to explain what 'chemtrails' are. You soon discover that your friends and family turn off and ignore what you are saying as they mutter: "have you been on Prozac?"
At this point, most people give up and think to themselves, "yeah its just normal air traffic" and go back to being sheeple, although always at the back of
their mind they know something is wrong.
Some, however, decide to carry out more research.
Problem 3
Knowing that you are not on any prescribed or illicit drugs, you pursue your research and you discover other sites and groups of people who have
seen and heard about chemtrails. You pluck up the courage to ask questions about your new subject and then it starts to get really complicated, no one
can tell you exactly why chemtrails are being sprayed, a multitude of theories start to come into your new world view. "Its to save the planet" some say, "it's mind control" shout others, "its a silly old conspiracy" "it's a mass population cull" "its about the control of water" or "it's aliens" etc.
If you try to explain to family and friends, they'll tell you that it's becoming an obsession and there are many more things in life that are more
important than chemtrails. You go back to the sheeple with a fuddled mind. Really intrepid explorers continue and start to take a more direct approach.
Problem 4
You start to ask questions of those who you think would be knowledgeable: "sorry it is not part of our current activism" (Greenpeace); "we
are looking at it" (The Green Party); "What are you, a mad man?" (the media). Moreover, you hit those who know the term, but do not want to know: "it's a conspiracy; go back to work" Baaaa.
Problem 5
Debunkers: By the tone of your enquires and your genuine interest to find the underlying cause of the problem, you start to send out
vibes which are intercepted by the professionals. A pilot may take you under his wing and explain it is just a conspiracy: "I have been flying for twenty
years and it is just down to the amount of air traffic these day old buddy" or " Nah! It is just plain old contrails, nothing to worry about " You, thinking that it cannot be that simple. start to hit these people with some facts: " But Will Thomas and Jeff Rense say this and that (etc.)" Then you hit the professional debunker mode as you progress with your information: " Rense, Thomas, don't be a fool. They are just playing on your naivety." ( this is classic projection seen with debunkers like Jay Reynolds, resident debunker at www.chemtrailcentral.com and alleged agent http://worldzone.net/science/reality2u30/threats.html et. al.) they want to sell you books and videos. Once you have made contact with a professional
debunker and you overcome the flight explorer scenario, look at these pictures from 1945, this professional said this, look at this scientific report. Jay Reynolds is also disputing Will Thomas on barium and aluminium tests found in chemtrails. Remember your etheric vision does not work on chemicals.
Break 1
At this point your get a break. Someone leaks some new information: an insider blows the whistle on the whole chemtrail project. You discover
the term geoengineering. You hope that with this new scientific term and information you can retrace your steps, go back to the media, organise
political action, get something done. Your family and friends will forgive you for your obsession, you were right all along. You were the smart one.
They should have listened (momentarily forgetting about the debunkers and how hard it is to prove leaked information, without an actual contact name
and address). The big guns are rolled out. Will Thomas debunks the whole article, and you sink down into depression and wonder if 2 billion are
actually going to die. And piece by piece, the story is rubbished. Your hero steps in and he debunks the story.
You have already put the information out there expecting mass action to stop the madness. Now association rubbishes you. At this point, you should really give up and join the herd.
Problem 6
Other serious researchers and thinkers start to help you, they have seen the debunker attacks coming for miles they know that some very sincere people just give up under the torrent of debunker abuse. They point you to some sound evidence and to Congressman Dennis Kucinich and Bill HR 2977. There it is in black and white chemtrails next to some very exotic weapons and the Star (t) Wars ( my (t) for reality check) programme. Only to discover that in the amended bill all terms relating to exotic weaponry have been removed- including chemtrails. At this point, you understand that government do not want you to know what they are up to and will not let it out to the public.
Problem 7
Having realised that you cannot find a political solution to the problem, you wonder what direct action you can take? Suddenly a new doorway
opens up; your research has led you to a pseudo scientist called Don Croft. A man who has adapted a device from an invention called a cloud buster (Wilhelm Reich) and is using it to destroy chemtrails. Although highly sceptical, you start to look at the information and your first instincts are what a load of rubbish, this person has cobbled together some copper tubes, a bucket, some resin, a few crystals and metal shavings from machine shop floors and calls it a chembuster. The whole contraption can be put together for less that £30.00 pounds. Your brain catches hold of the beauty of the idea and you inwardly laugh at a cheap device that could beat a billion dollar operation. Alas, you discover that Mr Croft and his wife are using similar so-called orgone technologies to thwart mind control created by microwave, HAARP, and GWEN (2, 3 ) towers. They are also using physics and are being helped by so-called friendly alien entities; they have graphic adventures, which could only be described as science fiction. You file it into the 'nutty professor bin' and move on. How ludicrous!
Problem 8
Once you move into the star (t) wars arena you come face to face with political lies and deceit. You learn about black projects, mind control, secret governments, Illuminati, UFO's and real aliens. Then you discover links from the last 50 years. Nazi scientist given new identities, the Bush family connections with Hitler, you can trace the family genealogy all the way back to Edward the 1st. How Betchtel is a company we should all have deep concerns about. Why did they never actual capture Hitler, Osama, Saddam, and you find out that the Bush CIA connections and all the above assets are intrinsically linked. Even the JFK Assignation is linked to the Bush junta etc. You start to think you have lived in a major conspiracy all your life and that somehow it all forms a unified theory of everything.
This hurdle, to the sensible activist, is something you know you cannot overcome. After all, you are just a mere mortal and do not have the budget and resources to compete with monolithic Corp/Gov/Media and now you are in the area of dark evil stuff. Even with your newfound etheric energy, the voice inside your head (and fear) is cautioning you to run away.
Problem 9
One day, you spot out of the corner of your eye something sparkling just at the edge of a ubiquitous chemtrail. As you brain adapts to what you are seeing, it disappears. Two days later, you see the same thing. Nevertheless, this time you recognise it as some kind of glowing silver orb about the size of a basketball, you watch it for a few seconds and it suddenly disappears. Then a week later, another silver orb appears in and amongst chemtrails. This time you notice that it is moving up and down and from side to side, you watch it for ten minutes and then it just literally disappears once again. You rush home to tell your wife, but your wife no longer listens to you. You are identified as a freak and you only have your digital family left. Common sense would tell you to stop what you are doing and run like hell.
Problem 10
You are now classified as a conspiracy theorist , but have discovered that "conspiracy", in this case, is just another word for the "truth". Now, the doors of perception spring open. You discover that we are not ALONE and you become a target after a few months. First, it is your phone that starts acting funny; then you discover that your e-mails are being intercepted; at certain times of the night you are sweating, twisting and turning; your dreamscape becomes even more absurd; you wake feeling burnt and disorientated. You now understand what microwave ELF energy really is. Your ears start ringing, you pick up strange frequencies.
You are now being attacked and you doubt your own sanity. Where do you go from here? After a few days, you realise that your perceptions are correct: this whole thing is wrong and you are damn well going to find the underlying cause of it, even though you know it is going to kill you or you are going to get locked up under some trumped-up charge or some psychological problems.
You spend a few weeks just on research you look at what geoengineering really is and what mad solutions to the problem are being tabled. The thing
to look at is not so much the crazy proposals which are definitely being used in the chemtrail conundrum, but who is proposing the Geoengineers. They are invariably scientists from biotech industries (with a mountain of funding) from the usual corporate suspects (Exxon et. al.). So, your natural question
would be: Why aren't the earth scientists involved? Why are we not looking at algae growth as opposed to pouring tons of iron into the oceans? Why is
there no debate on this problem and why do we have to accept what the (nutty) mechanistic scientists are doing to our planet?
Break 2
Nutty Scientists! At this point and with a mass of crazy information, you need to take stock. You decide to lock yourself away and think. You choose the Descartes route and question your whole chemtrail research. Nutty scientists, secret governments...NWO!
An old friendly voice in your head goes off. “USE THE FORCE LUKE”
Don Croft, the nutty guy who had invented a chembuster based on orgone. You decide to read and study Wilhelm Reich and his experiments with orgone in his book Ether, God and the Devil. You had already read his book on the psychology of fascism, and were most impressed, and could see the parallels with today's fascistic and racist world. After all, how more fascist can you get than chemtrails and mind control? You then read Trevor James Constables book The Cosmic Pulse of Life and John Keel's book Operation Trojan Horse. All things start pointing to a unified theory based on orgone (chi, or etheric energy). Thankfully, you were able to test out empirically some of the ether energy stuff that Constable had suggested to the point of being able to break up clouds with your own eyes. You went back, re-examined Don Croft's work, and it all started to make sense.
The NWO, secret government, and fascist policies had chosen geoengineering over climate engineering proposed by earth scientists to negate the problems of CO2 emissions for fat profits of the self-chosen elite, thus protecting the status quo of big business and the Illuminati. This has been sold to the spider flyers (chemtrail pilots) as ' you are doing your world a great service' (pandering to gung-ho ego's). A solution has also been sold to congress that allows them to continue as normal and negates the need to solve the real cause of global problems: namely, the need for social engineering and a switch to cleaner energy sources, particularly FREE energy, which they have denied for years. They must protect this lie and the status quo, even though the outcome of geoengineering will no doubt create a situation that we will not be able to control. Secrecy has to be kept to a maximum under national security clauses. Whistle blowers could face the death penalty for not spilling the geoengineered beans; they are doing the planet a great service, under the false believe system perpetrated by the secret government. They are trying to protect the original lie to justify this nutty science.
For years we have been told chemtrails do not exist. That free energy is nonsense and that aliens are just another crackpot's warped imagination to stop you from believing that we are the only intelligence in the known universe. We are told that the secret government and Illuminati are just conspiracies and so on.
Perhaps the real conspiracy is that the Crofts have discovered the answer to chemtrails, mind control, and are pushing back the dark forces to save humanity from the straight jacket of conspiracy . Perhaps they are being helped by divine and extraterrestial intervention. And as we are now being asked to accept the idea of two billion plus deaths or green skies for the rest of our existence? Perhaps we should look harder for the real conspiracy instead of the everyday, controlled pseudo-reality being dished out to us
Etherically yours,
Diary of an Etheric Freedom Fighter. Part 1
"We shall no longer hang on to the tails of public opinion or to a non- existent authority on matters utterly unknown and strange. We shall gradually become experts ourselves in the mastery of the knowledge of the Future." ~Wilhelm Reich
Dear Reader,
Today I step into the realm of an etheric freedom fighter, not sure who coined the phrase it may have been me. but it seems appropriate and I will be using it for my web handle and creating my new reality and identity. Thus, I have decided to base my world around an assumption and a need to be empowered by doing something locally while trying to help the global awareness raising projects all over the net. My etheric freedom fighting will take the form of building a Don Croft Chem-buster and pouring orgone creations called holly handgrenades (hhg's) and towerbusters (tb's). (I also like the creative art side). My inner voice says yes, my indoctrinated mind says FOOL. I enter this brave new world as a confused sceptic, where it ends I shall truthfully report, from now on my life becomes an etheric diary.
Let’s start at my beginning. We can skip the first 38 years. Nine months ago, I discovered an urban myth called chemtrails. I spent a number of months trolling the websites and forums finding clues to these new lines in the sky. For a while, I just kept looking and trying to understand what it was all about, at the same time taking photographs and videos of the scary yet beautiful creations in the sky. I started to learn about meteorology, atmospherics and aviation. I became consumed with new ideas, theories and beliefs. Gradually I noticed that it was not an urban myth, that in fact is was no more conspiracy than GW Bushit(e) and B Liar's real reasons for staging perpetual war. "The reality is that most conspiracy is truth and the truth of our reality is conspiracy."
The search went deeper into military capabilities, funding and black projects. Simultaneously I was being lead down other conspiracies to back this so called chemtrail conspiracy up. I learnt about secret government, illuminati and deep science and it’s funding via transnational corporations, I learnt about the pharmaceutical industries crimes and cover-ups, UFO technologies and mystical experiences. Gradually not only did I understand parallel universes, I was living in one. I only had to switch on the TV or read a paper to understand and laugh at the parallels of everyday life and the truths behind the mainstream corporate spin.
With all the body of evidence, one would have thought that action would be taking place all over the world, but the perps (perpetrators) had done a good job of putting enough part time and full time agents in the right place, with profiles of the types they needed to watch out for.
1) Free thinkers i.e. anyone not committing to 10 hours of TV a day or five hours of sport
2) Possible leaders i.e. anyone one who says lets get active, or stops wearing the Pyjama mentality
3) Anyone with an opinion, unless stuck within the dualities of left or right or wrong etc
Paying specific attention to those of a freethinking brain or a following. Targeting the unindoctrinated, those having deprogrammed their wernke traps wedged in their bicameral minds and have raised their spiritual boundaries to encompass the whole sordid show. I will save this attainment for others, as this journey is one of the self and must be integrated into the wholeness of humanity. Most of my memory of those times of ignorance and blindness have been integrated into my being and thus have been evaporated and encompassed. I can begin anew absolving myself of the crimes I have committed against myself. At some point whatever environment you inhabit 'THE' call comes to look for something more real in this plastic self-corrupting world. You have done all of the drugs, experimented with the natural highs, experienced the shady under belly of society and now you need real soul food, music, reason and mystery. Once you face this point in your life a whole gamut of opportunity exists and the walls of deception come tumbling down.
You enter a different part of the matrix, you experience electromagnetic fudging of your senses, your dreamscape is interrupted with missions on a higher plain and you awake many times in soaring heat as your body is burnt by the blue beam, you decide to take the red pill and enter the psychotronic battle, the art of war rings within your trembling belly and you begin your search for invisible forces.
Can it be as simple as boosting your etheric energies with orgone? Is it a placebo that enhances your bravery and negates the fear? perhaps it enables one to reach a closer tie with our own godhead? Only time will tell, I will pour my first batch in the next half hour, if black helicopters turn up I will have my webcam ready and so starts the diary of a new etheric freedom fighter.
Regards
Mark
Mark Davey
Etheric Freedom Fighter.
EFF1 (2) trails (0)
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/superpowe ... -08-03.pdf
A newbies experience so far.
Being an activist in the area of Star(t)Wars, Chemtrails, geoenineering, air pharmacology and the rise of fascism (BNP nazi Party) in the UK, I have had my fair share of personal abuse and threats. Recently I have been experiencing ELF frequencies in my ears and various hot spots in my house, particularly when asleep. During my chemtrail activism I was introduced to Don Croft by Ken Adachi of the educate yourself site. Don and I started a conversation thread that as been ongoing for some months now. During this time we have crossed swords on ideas and beliefs (mine in particular) Don is some cases as been like the proverbial Koan as advocated by Zen Masters or my old boxing teacher that always hit me in the stomach (knowing this was the weakest point of my fighting armoury) Both these experiences hit me more in the ego department than anything else. To cut a long story short, Don sent me a harmonic pendant (hp), explaining that Carol had just created these and at the same time a shamanic friend who writes books on Stone Circles, holy wells etc gave me Wilhelm Reich's book god, ether and the devil and his sons book of dreams, he also had a copy of Trevor Constables the Cosmic Pulse of Life.
As I was starting to understand the etheric body and the concept of Ogrone I noticed that while wearing the hp the frequency attacks in my ears stopped, I started experimenting with what happened when I wore it and when I did not. I even noticed a difference while wearing it during sleep as it led to more lucid dreaming and the heat attacks stopped. When I do not wear it during sleep the attacks continue (sometimes I just cannot wear it at night and it usually lets me know this) I have also noticed that it does give you a few seconds of premonition or should I say exacting premonition, not just knowing who is on the telephone etc, but what is coming around the corner and the subtler things normally missed unless your meditate regularly (I have been pretty lax in the last year)
After much debate and downloading of relevant ogrone information and Dons constant gripe that it is all just intellectual masturbation until I actually get active with orgone. I finally built my first CB and made some Tb's this week.
I built EFF1 (Etheric Freedom Fighter 1) as I was in the process a fleet of light lenticulars with deep pinks, greens and a smidging of purple were overhead, the perps bombarded them with chemuck and black lines. My first test on Wednesday took 22 minutes to destroy the chemtrail crud from the back of the plane. By way of acknowledgement 30 Blue tits swarmed in low from the trees and took turns in fours and fives to sit on a telephone wire outside my window and sang a magnificent song. Followed by a little sprinkle of rain. all this happened within 22 minutes. That night deep groans were being omitted from the bowels of my 1679 built house. My wife, a non practising sensitive told me the groan was complaining of too much orgone in the house.
Yesterday it only took 13 minutes and cleared the grid formation over my house, not seen until the low cloud lifted. I left it outside last night and they have tried to lay trails again this morning. however they have not stuck.
Yesterday afternoon my Wife wanted to go for a walk as she is always complaining that I spend too much time in front of this computer. I said lets go and bust some towers and she agreed. Although we have a couple within 1 mile of each other I wanted to do the next village, first for personal reasons. Years ago when I moved from living 22 years in London and finding the Yorkshire moors I lived in a beautiful part of the Valley, only obscured by a huge cell phone tower, within weeks of living there I became impotent, something intuitively told me that it was related to this tower. After six months of limpness I had some cranio sacral osteopathy work done as I was having feelings of dizziness and falling when I closed my eyes, not only was this cured from the cranio work, but my libido came rushing back. So I decided that this cell pone tower would be my first target.
Within a quarter of a mile of putting my first TB down, a helicopter (Black with slight red lightning emblem?) buzzed the car. I waved and said hello, it quickly shot of over the moors. I jumped out of the car, dug a hole within three feet of the tower and buried my TB. As I got back into the car a Red Kestrel (very rare here) appeared and followed us along the Valley at eye level for about tree hundred yards.
The next Tower I busted was a massive one overhanging one of the most "alternative" villages in the UK, filled with artists, musicians, healers etc. In fact a few close light workers have been gifting the same spot with Pyrite. As this huge tower was behind a friends house, he had been suffering from tinitus and sleep deprivation for some time, he and is family also have seen strange blue orbs emitting from the same area and his kids have been waking up seeing little aliens in their bedroom?. As we approached the trees and bushes were burnt, the energy around the place felt really horrible, so I gifted it with two TBs. My wife was starting to get interested for the first time in towerbusting and asked if she could do the next one . She pointed to the opposite side of the valley to another cell phone tower.
We drove up and she gifted her first tower, by digging a hole right under it and burying a TB. That night she asked if we could do our valley. So we gifted three more towers and a hue imposing Folly on our biggest town (I had been told by a psychic that it harboured greed and anger over the whole town.
I do not have the equipment yet to measure how effective these are, although both my wife and I are sure that we put the right intent into our operations and I know she will be keen to do some more.
Late last night wit unknown inspiration I started making specific creations for group activism (ease of use at protests in difficult areas to gift)and also made my wife an orgone creation that is just stunning (I am my own worst critic, apart from Don , creative and functional. I have never felt this creative before or even able to do any art since being kicked out of school.
My overwhelming sense this morning is one of empowerment. WE all need to raise what we are doing so that the Pyjama/sheeple people can break out of the mind control and electromagnetic poisoning they are under, and although they will never know what we do for them...well it don't matter as long as it works for all And it would seem nature has a way of saying thank you.
by erosoplier » Wed Jan 10, 2007 10:12 am
by Trifecta » Wed Jan 10, 2007 12:30 pm
http://educate-yourself.org/dc/trustingtheoperators08jan04.shtml
Jan. 8, 2004
When I first got digital with Don Croft, I was actively trying to solve the chemtrail mystery to my own satisfaction. Don told me when my theories had gone off kilter. The information that he shared and his genuine interest to post truthful information to the activists I was communicating and getting feedback from, impressed me. I never read his Adventures, having seen comments about the alien thing. But I have always put that to the back of my mind that the possibility existed. In essence, I cut out the information that would have led me to understand him better. I learnt fast that he was always 100% correct when he critiqued my information. We started an amazing daily e mail dialogue. It was quite some time before I actually peeked my head into the orgonite field.
I trusted Don’s information. We worked together on some campaigns to help fellow truth seekers and correct changers of the course of humanity. Never being one to worship/work/explore/research crystals, I put my trust in the hands of so many who had gone before me. I built a cloud buster. It worked.
Some months later (and a genuine mathematical impossibility), a group of amazing people met as the operators played chess with their lives. Two saw, two led, and two carried the flag. The effort had doubled within 24 hours; the effect was stunning, instant, and well thought out.
Now I cannot say when I decided to order a plane ticket that I could not pay for, and go see some orgone people in the USA. I just did it and knew it would all come together. A newbie gives me a call, wants some HHg’s and some towerbusters, money starts flying in with small amounts from out of nowhere…the ticket gets paid for. The scene is set.
I arrive after 48 hours of consistent and unrelenting buttons being pushed by the dark side: destroying computer equipment, forcing situations and turning the emotional screws on everyone in my immediate environment. I knew they were trying to get a reaction from me and the minute they broke my energy they would be in f**king with the inner workings of my mind and being.
I got to the airport and all they could do to impede my will was to mess around with the planes, pushing the stress and awaiting the anger/fear response…it never happened. I cannot say why I was so strong and resilient in the dark forces quest to get in on the meeting, (I later discovered some good energy was being focussed on me), but they pushed everything at me, while working on the rest of the group. Finally I had arrived to meet the man Croft and his wife Carol. I recognised Don first, although I have never seen a picture of him before. I recognized Carol, as I had seen her picture before. Very old friends met for the first time; a big hug and they bonded in actual 3D and all the other dimensions occurring at the same time. Gifting in route, the conversations began: brothers and sisters in arms, learning from one another, time standing still as outside forces were still trying to create the opportunity to enter the meeting through any weak link in the newly formed trinity. One will lead, one will see, one will carry the flag...
By nightfall, we were behind schedule. It did not matter, as all knew something special was taking place. The energy was high and the laughter and insights flowing. Cop tales, snow blizzards, gas, coffee, cigarette (me) breaks, and hours and hours of open, uplifting and enlightening exchanges took place as friends gifted from Boise, Idaho to Reno Nevada, pulling in at the cheapest motel on earth, awaiting your gambling money in exchange for a bed for the shirt off your back. All slept soundly. I was particularly happy with my first days expenditure, with little to spread around. I awoke fresh and ready for the day's drive to San Francisco and the meeting with Stuart. I bathed, sang a little, and wondered why it was so quiet. I walked across the road to a gas station to get some coffee and was shocked to discover it was four in the morning. I returned to my room and felt sorry for the person listening to my singing in the next room. As I had not been to the States in over four years, I decided to see how fascist the country had become, it was already looking way over what Orwell had shared as a possibility, what with being searched three times in SF airport, the swab on my sucker punch, the quizzical looks when I explain it helps with mediation and the interest in why the Harmonic Protector did not go off in the detectors they were using. Once in, and having to spend 12 hours on New Year's eve listening every twenty minutes to the NSA’s Christmas message “WARNING: National Security is on HIGH terror alert, we are at CODE ORANGE" etc . Now, if that is not the most blatant mind control mechanism for your next year of fear, then I don’t know what is.
Until 4.30 AM in that Reno motel, I switched on the TV and Fox News had a massive logo in the bottom left hand screen reminding you that America is at CODE ORANGE and your liberties have gone courtesy of the Patriot Act 2, introduced by stealth (and Saddam dragged out for the media frenzy, when the date trees had long given up their fruit). Bush signs, and now you are being told-courtesy of mentaltainment-that every face you see is possibly out to get you. The sticker bar flashed with the same warning every couple of minutes and news was focused on the bombardment of the terror to come. Throwing TB’s out of the car window in this country would be strictly classified as a terrorist act. I got the message they wanted me to get. Following another three hours of waiting for my fellow travellers to awaken at non jet lagged time, I was bombarded with all types of MC going off on every channel. The news had the terror covered; the religious channels were offering you a solution to give up more of your sovereignty; and the keep-fit guys and gals were reminding you how unattractive and fat you are from the way we like to feed and drug you….welcome to the USA.
Don and I met at the same time coming out of the door, we looked at each other and both craved our morning coffee (sorry Wife Unit. DB™) “Do you want to see if you have any implants”asked Don. “Sure” I said as a sceptic. Five minutes later, I had seven implants found and tapped with some large neodymium magnets. In shock, Carol put her hand on my back and found an etheric attachment. It had been with me for ten years and over the last few weeks, made me feel as if my body was armouring and pulling my muscles in from an area in my body. The attachment had taken the form of an etheric hook. It was being used to control me in very subtle ways and was now manifesting itself as a pain in my side. Carol tried to remove it, yet it would only move up and down slightly. We took the magnets of and I felt a little light headed.
We all had breakfast together and the amazing conversations continued.
You don’t get many close friends in my line of work. Perhaps I am too wrapped up in helping to save the world to be hassled with other people’s lives and stories, as time is very much a speeded up premium since they started f**king with it. But sitting at the restaurant table listening to Carol’s reconstruction of the Men in Black walking into the pizza restaurant the night before, and her acknowledgement of them as they bolted out the door, I felt among old and dear friends. While also wondering which one of us they paid a visit to later and what they hit us with. They must have been very cold at 4 in the morning and hence they left the ignition in the blacked out SUV (a memory just returned while writing this). I have no memory of going to sleep. I just put it down to being jet lagged and not being rested enough on the bench at SF airport during New Year' Eve…boy am I committed to etheric freedom fighting (my wife, six months pregnant, would put it into harsher words;-).
I did not know that this trip would dramatically change my life and my outlook on differing realities. Little did I know that today I was going to wake up faster than my previous 39 years.
Don reminded me of an older brother, who had looked after his little michievous younger sibling. Something was more than familiar about him, had I seen him in a movie, a dream, or had we always had some kind of connection. I was struggling with how to communicate with Carol, we have had little or no 3D contact. I just felt so comfortable and warm with the pair of them, any fear I harboured about clones and witches vanished as soon as we met and had some face to face space away from the journey we had undertaken. Brother, Sister, mother, father-whatever was going on in my etheric body, was real.
As we embarked on the next leg of the trip, Don climbed into the back to do some e-mails and play his model airplane computer game. Carol and I started a dialogue about the knowns and the unknowns. Before we arrived in Reno at the crystal shop, I had a great deal of the missing parts and the blocks I had put into my life. Looking back at me was the snow covered underground bases (identified by the stagnant DOR anyone can see from a distance) not so strategically covered as I would have thought. You could say the same of my life as well.
I noticed that Don would somehow interrupt when I was about to ask a question that would take me deeper into my past and perhaps upset the tone of our adventure. Now, Don Croft will tell you he has not got a psychic bone in his body, yet his timing is impeccable and his insights, spot on. He starts to remind me of Pooh bear in the Tao of Pooh bear. Something very simple about this man, yet very profound. Don and Carol, what a winning combination. And thus the other dimensions arrangement between these etheric freedom fighting souls. I took Don’s blatant and banal interruptions during this requiring memory session and I shared experiences. The first leg of the journey was gone in no time. I had travelled my whole 39 year, 3D adventure and the synapses in my brain fused into a cohesive whole. I could not work out what had caused these immediate breakthroughs. Was it the removal of the implants or Carol’s energy? I was indeed among very special people.
When the crystal lady opened the three boxes of pink Lemurian crystals, I got a rush of energy that made me sweat. Not being one to sense the energies directly from a crystal before, these had hearable/visible energies in abundance. The sound alone was music to the ears. I purchased a six inch slightly chipped one (chips do not affect the crystals power) for $13 and could not let it go; the heat from it was amazing. Carol put a lump of ruby in my palm, the energy shot through my body, emanating from my stomach, through my heart and into my head. Carol must have seen the change in my aura, because she gave it to me as a gift. Don phoned Reno Richard and he was at the shop within a few minutes. We were now four. The operators were playing a fascinating game of chess. Richard was hugged by everyone and we made our way to find some lunch. Richard’s stories and inventions fascinated me. The constant intrusion into our conversations by a programmed waitress was intriguing and I started to see energy and get message about people. I offered some advice based on the feelings I was getting, and offered them to Richard. The conversation was alive. Ideas and stories were swapped in the little time we had together before we moved onto our meeting with Stuart Jackson.
We advanced out of Reno and spent seven hours cruising at an average speed of 20 miles an hour due to snow and tire chain entrepreneurs up and down the highway. Seven hours later, more insights, fun, and a movie about clones on Don’s laptop. We arrived at another hotel on the outskirts of San Francisco. I noted the price and decided I would sleep in the car. The attacks were on me all day. I did not complain because my fellow travellers did not complain. The room had two beds. I was invited to sleep with the Crofts. Now I was going to find out if the stories were true and I had joined some strange cult and was going to be disrobed.
All slept soundly. In fact, apart from Don growling like a wounded puppy and my sleep talking, we all commented on how soundly we slept…(perhaps it was too risky with all three of us in a room?). Carol looked fetching in her wincette nighty
For the first time since arriving, I noticed chemtrails as we headed closer to SF and I also noticed a number of flashes across the skies- birds of all denominations pointing out hot spots to gift. As we reached Stuart's abode, you could see where the wall of chemtrails formed and a very large and clear hole formed over his property. On meeting Stuart, I hugged an American football player, rather than the accountant I had seen looking back at me for months on the cloud buster forum. Stuart explained later than he had the shot taken while at a client's, who incidentally was a firm of accountants. I was also shocked at his age, imaging one of older years.
Then I got to see his collection of orgonite. Instantly, I was drawn to the Shiva. It reminded me of a time past and forgotten, yet the tool seemed so familiar to me(?). Orgone weapons and healing devices were everywhere and the energy was very high. Stuart gave me the tour of his set-up and equipment. I knew, as he later mentioned, that the meeting of two forum owners was a most unusual event; we started to bond. The next thing that happened nearly made me collapse. We were now four. One saw, one led, and two carried the flag.
We had the chance to meet John and Jacqueline, who knew we had arrived by an energy boom as we entered the road. Tea was made and a discussion took place. I toured the ground to look at their pyramid and orgone creations in the garden, As I bent down, I looked at a strange shaped greyness that had appeared. It had a happy, funny effect on me, and then an etheric line appeared and I was told by the direction of the line that something needed gifting over the hill. As Don, Stuart, and I were looking out over the bay and parts of the city, a couple of spotter planes kept buzzing overhead to have a closer look. As one flew by, I saw a silver orb that seemed to pop out of the banking light aircraft, fading in and out of vision. I pointed this out to Stu and Don, but they could not see it. I offered my sunglasses to them both and they still could not see what to me was as clear as anything! Fortunately, Jacqueline came out and instantly spotted the fake orb which was now pretending to be a seagull, very high up, circling its targets. This was clearly demonstrated, as a real sea gull flew underneath.
We went back inside and a discussion on remote viewing and entities was in full swing. As I caught up, I sensed the energies within the room we were standing in; so did Carol, John, and Jacqueline. This thing was not nice and it started pushing and pulling me in subtle directions. As I moved around while everyone else was talking, the energy kept shifting. Next thing I know, the pink Lemurian crystal was being used to heal some etheric tears in my body with a joint effort by Carol and Jacqueline working on my body; while John used a vibration tuner on my body with the Lemurian and the Harmonic pendant. When the tuner was placed on my third eye, I got such a rush and warming feeling that my legs started to give way. C & J held me until I was stable again. After a few minutes, I was going weak at the knees and sweating with incredible pain in my kidneys. We all sensed a 'pop' as the hook moved. I was so lifted by the experience, I thanked everyone, as if slightly drunk on cheap beer.
We left to join Cbswork in his new house. On route, my third eye started to pop and I was seeing silver orbs everywhere.
Listening to things from Stuart’s perspective was a big lesson to me in judging people in the digital realm. As I was almost a complete novice in this movement, I had no background information on Stuart and this tended to lead me to think he was other than he is. This man is passionate about what he is doing with the forum. Stuart has demonstrated that he plays the long game, and I had to admit that although we have had our ups and downs, he was experiencing different things from different people based on a history I knew nothing about. EFF (Etheric Freedom Fighters) operated at a different frequency to cloud busters and it was apparent that orgonite did as well. It became obvious that we had something unique in the realms of other forums. A seed was being formed beyond the reason I had come on this trip to meet Don Croft. The fact that Stuart was in the car had changed the dynamic of the meeting and expanded it to new horizons.
The journey passed in quick time. Don wanted to gift a lake that fed LA with some nasty poisons, keeping people in their arranged and controlled space. We both jumped out of the car and Don wrapped an HHg in plastic so it would sink to the bottom. When we reached the bottom of the bank, Don offered it to me for gifting, I strong armed it into the water. A seagull appeared from nowhere directly over the splash. “Jonathan just said thanks” I said. Don tells me the story about the man we are going to meet who knew the writer and the story behind the Reluctant Messiah. I started to get a picture of Cbswork and the type of life he must have led before they focussed their negativity on him and his family. Cbswork and I had a strange digital relationship one based on mutual mistrust, part of the street fighter's protective shield.
We drove to another section of the lake on a spot where they made it plain, you would be arrested if spotted. Don jumped out and asked Carol to move the car across the other side of the bridge. We moved off and watched a simple man walk to the side of the bridge as traffic flowed at speed past him and tossed the HHg in as if he was just taking a Sunday afternoon stroll. The exact spot he gifted was dead from the water treatment works abuse of the area. I am sure LA will benefit from this man's action. I realised that the most simple of acts can have the greatest consequences. I remembered why I get such a buzz out of doing this work.
Don and I played games with each other and told jokes for the rest of the journey; we bonded like brothers. We both knew that at anytime they could do something to paint us as murderers, paedophiles, put a bullet in our heads, arrange a car crash, a cancer or heart attack from a pin prick in our shoes, and we also knew that if they did it, it would make this thing go global overnight. At the same time the gifting was being done, people were being aided to wake up and we were living the life we wanted. It was fun. Don’s infectious smile and radiance was blasting my energy centres and hot spots kept appearing on my body for hours on end.
Stuart swerved the car just ten minutes from our guests’ house. A blackout-out SUV/ trailer combo swerved in front of us. Stuart pointed out the I Love Cheney poster on the windows, and I noted the number plate "4 Don Croft 2003". As we drove past, the sleeper/agent got a blast from the Shiva and the four other orgonaughts in their car. He pulled off the road instantly. The attempt at intimidation failed; they would have to roll out the big guns.
I was rather weary of meeting Cbswork. We have had a few run-in's in the past and I was convinced he was a “wrong un” as they say in Yorkshire. I had judged him based on the rumours, the e mail campaigns, and the strength of Don Croft’s conviction that he was a “good un”. I realised that he was not going to let just anyone into his house and although he had not met Stuart before, Stuart had been a major factor in the house we were about to enter. This limey, however, walking into his new home was a different matter. As we pulled up, he was already waiting for us in the drive way. I saw him stare at me through the blacked out back windows of the car. My first thought was he had abilities. As he looked directly into my eyes from blacked out windows, he could see me. I waited for the others to make his acquaintance with friendly hugs. As I stepped out of the car, he took one look at me and said “You are a mess” I apologised for the way I was dressed (thinking him a snob) before realising he was looking at my etheric body. I had the distinct impression we had met before. “Have we met before” I enquired.“Yes” was the reply. We hugged.
Don and Carol were more than aware that he was not going to let me into his house made of orgonite people and creations, if even a sniff of me being an agent bringing shit to his door was going to happen. I felt his eyes pierce me on numerous occasions and once he got into my face and said a couple of words about whom and where I have been and am. I relaxed.
We all got the tour and met the family unit, Angelbaby, aka wife unit and the kid units, four of the smartest, funniest little men you have ever seen. We chowed down and all gave thanks to the wonderful house and the spot it resides in. Instantly, you entered this house and it felt safe, and warm, and perfect. It was a very familiar place
“WTF did they do to you boy” Dad unit bellowed at me in a John Wayne accent that impressed me and scared the shit out of me at the same time. If alpha state was the effect Cbswork wanted to get, then he had me by the balls. I was fighting memories of what I had learnt today, the guy standing in front of me, could see it all and more in the blink of an eye.
The conversation flowed and at some point everyone grabbed the Love radionics device and nine people grabbed hold of me to send me some love energy to help with the etheric damage I had experienced in my strange life and shifted the nasty etheric hook from my being. I just closed my eyes and smiled. Joy entered me and then Dorkboy could not take it anymore and ran off to be sick.
I was now in double alpha state. What was I carrying around inside me, was some alien life form that had not known he was on candid camera. The family unit, Don, Carol and Stuart, made me feel safe in an uncomfortable environment. I was working out if I had now dropped into an agent's den. The hook pulled in on cue to let me know my thoughts were being manipulated into the negative.
Dad unit returned from the bathroom and invited me into his bedroom. “Have you ever been shot” was his first question, strangely this was the second time I had been asked the very same question that day. When John was doing the frequency work with HP and the pink lemurian. “No, only in dreamland” Don assumed the councilor's position and I started to go through the psychiatrist-patient routine…my paranoia was quickly setting in. Don explained that nothing in all dimensions can enter your being or have any involvement with you unless you invited it in. I relaxed, we started to connect on many different levels and by the time we left the bedroom, we were buddies.
Then began the conversation about the future.
by Trifecta » Wed Jan 10, 2007 12:54 pm
by Attack Ships on Fire » Wed Jan 10, 2007 4:54 pm
by Trifecta » Wed Jan 10, 2007 5:06 pm
no doubt Dragon and Mary would have other forces protecting them?
by marykmusic » Wed Jan 10, 2007 5:50 pm
by marykmusic » Wed Jan 10, 2007 6:22 pm
by Wombaticus Rex » Wed Jan 10, 2007 6:44 pm
by Et in Arcadia ego » Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:37 pm
orz wrote:Maybe orgonite can give you Real Ultimate Power?
by marykmusic » Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:49 pm
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