The Adventures of Don & Carol Croft
The Adventures of Don & Carol Croft – Parts 11 – 18
Episode 11 You Must Be Eighteen
Episode 12 What We Did Last Summer
Episode 13 A Case of Hives
Episode 14 Deadly Valley
Episode 15 Carol Croft Takes An AIDS Cure To Kenya
Episode 17 The Canada Excursion
Episode 18 We Slowed Time Down on Saturday, March 23, 2002
Episode 11 You Must Be Eighteen
By Don Croft
We had successfully finished our HHg placements prescribed by the Wingmakers for our coast to coast trip at one of the vortices near Bohemian Grove with the able assistance of our Wiccan friend there, and arrived at Mt. Shasta on June 20th, 2001, after visiting the Hughes in Ashland, Oregon, just up the road.
My belated birthday present to Carol was her choice of Vogel power crystals that James Hughes had designed. At his suggestion, she took two to Shasta to keep overnight. One was 12-sided, the other 16-sided, and both double terminated at specific angles. I brought a crystal along with a mobius coil and a frequency device attached [Succor Punch], in order to activate it on the mountain and tune it to the owner to help her through a trauma she was experiencing.
Carol’s 15-year-old daughter, Jenny, had joined us in San Francisco right after she finished school in Idaho. Carol and I opted to sleep in the grove we had found in September, which is near Panther Meadow, but Jenny preferred the comfort and VCR of the Zapporium. As Carol and I retired to the grove shortly before sunset, Jenny asked her mom to keep track of her telepathic messages and report back in the morning with them. The daughter has started to develop gifts inherited from her mother.
On the short hike from the parking lot to the grove, I distinctly heard Carol say, “What time is it? Oh, wait, I forgot—I have a watch on.”
I told her the time and she said, “Why did you tell me that?” When I told her she had just asked me, she said, “No, I was just thinking it.” Though it didn’t feel weird, I knew I’d just entered the Twilight Zone. While we were eating our supper before bed, I ‘heard’ her silently reading the ingredients on the food package.
We bedded down just as the sun was setting. There were big black ants all over the bedding, so we put food a short distance away to draw them off. Naturally, they simply carried the food onto the bedding. The bugs kept us awake pretty much all night but it’s just as well—it would have been a loss to have slept through what transpired.
As soon as the sun had set, we both heard rather strident singing/chanting start up. It sounded like it was coming from Gray Butte, about a half mile away. Carol figured they were just Wiccans performing a solstice ceremony at first, but then the sound seemed to be coming from every direction. There were male and female voices, about a dozen or so, it seemed to me. It was a pretty melody that they repeated continuously until 6:40AM, the moment of the solstice, at which time it simply stopped.
Pull Down the Shades & Tell the Kids to Leave
So, here’s what happened between sunset and the solstice:
I rarely see entities that are not fully in our dimension. Carol sees them plainly, just as she hears thoughts of others. In September, at that grove, I’d seen several as shimmering distortions of the background, including Kashi, our Atlantean helper, and Lucille, the fairy that dwells on my sound crystal (I named her after B.B. King’s guitar, with her permission) The entities that Carol saw around us were completely invisible to me. These are the ones that were making the music and interacted with us that night. This time, Carol saw through their blue energy fields and saw regular humans with blond hair, fair skin and blue eyes, all youthful adults, Lemurians (who the hell knows how old they are?) though there were others there, too.
A good friend, after I’d known her a few years, once shared a story with me: She was visiting Shasta for the first time in the early seventies, at Panther Meadow, when she noticed some beautiful young people having a picnic. They called her over and shared food with her. Afterward, they all put out mats, in order not to crush any plants, and took a short nap. When they woke they invited her to accompany them through a very large tunnel, on the other side of which was an identical meadow. I forgot what happened then, but my friend said she got in her car a little later and drove back to the interstate to continue her journey north. For years after that she thought she’d just spent the afternoon with some nice hippies in odd clothing. I guess that most people reading this already know that there are no tunnels like that on the mountain. This friend is from a family that has been involved in a metaphysical organization for 3,000 years. I’m assuming she doesn’t want her name mentioned.
One reason I love Shasta so much and consider it home is that the energy there is so pure and powerful that both the parasitic ET’s and earthly non-humans simply can’t stand to be there. Jerky humans even have a hard time staying long there on the mountain. A visit there is like an etheric colonic to me—also, like a terrific breath of clean air and a long drink of cool water after being in the desert.
Around 10PM, I got an impression that there were a lot of people standing around us. I was trying to sleep, having grown tired of watching the aerial display by the various Lemurian craft. Carol confirmed my impression. She usually just keeps these things to herself—probably the result of conditioning, as children and others soon learn not to step on the paradigm toes of others less aware of their surroundings by pointing out anomalies.
I think I knew right away that they were just waiting for us to have sex but they wanted me to think it was my idea. I was onto them, of course, as soon as the thought occurred to me. I was born at night, but it wasn’t last night.
Here’s the part that is truly difficult for me to write, so please bear with me.
A lot of people understand that there is tremendous energy released in an orgasm. These watchers stayed around until they had gotten enough energy from our orgasms. Some stayed until the end but most left in small groups before that. Boy, was that weird for me!
I’m sure I couldn’t have done it if I’d been able to see them, though I could definitely sense them. I knew before we started that an exchange was about to take place, so that extra incentive was nice.
In Carol’s defense, I feel sure that she wouldn’t have done that in front of regular humans of our dimension ;-)
They’ve been with us off and on ever since. Carol says they’re helping to protect us now from the alleged government while we disseminate the information about how to easily destroy the chemtrails. This is the third group that we know of who are running interference for us. The main ones are the Wingmakers, of course, but the Reptilians that we met in Georgia and Florida also help from time to time.
The small group that remained after the party interacted with Carol. One of them, she told me, stood over me and aimed a crystal device at my heart chakra, in which there has been lingering pain since my children were taken from me by the alleged government in 1995. I’ve come a long way, of course, having been very close to suicide, early in 1996, immediately before finding the zapper and killing the parasites that were causing my depression. The flower essences of my second wife were a tremendous boost right after that, but it’s been a grueling climb until very recently. The only thing that kept me from killing myself at the low point was the realization that it is extremely hurtful to one’s children. Divorce is hard enough on them, God knows.
The Lemurians that stuck around after the show were quite intrigued with the Vogel crystals, even the contrivance that I’d made up. One of them enjoyed the experience I gave him by pointing the device at him and spinning it, Carol told me. I had told her to show me where he was standing.
I’ll be SO grateful when we’ve all decided to return to the rule of universal law, under which governments are forbidden to intrude on family matters unless an actual crime is committed. Under the law of rules that exists now the felonious court system considers us chattel of the Federal Reserve Corporation, the judges’ and lawyers’ own liege lord and master.
When we got back to the Zapporium after our excursion, Carol told Jenny what she’d been projecting, including “I can’t believe they’re actually going to sleep on the ground.”
Episode 12 What We Did Last Summer
By Don Croft <
September 1, 2001
Carol was invited to spend September in an African country to show people how easy and cheap it is to cure AIDS. I won't name the country, since all of the governments there have made it unlawful to treat AIDS. She was invited by a foundation which is operated by native Africans [update, it was Kenya].
40 Miles North of Spokane, Washington
We've been sort of care taking a rural tract north of Spokane for the summer. It's given us a chance to study the effects of the Chembuster over time. Also, people in 4 other countries are sending data about their own Chembusters' effects. It's great to see that we're all getting the same results. The one we left in LA has stopped the chemtrails at least around the Hollywood/Burbank area and greatly reduced the smog [it was removed around the time of this writing]. The only account I have of that is from a customer in North Hollywood. She had to drive forty miles before she could start to see chemtrails
The pipe spacing seems to be the bottleneck for people making their own. I'll send a pattern for the three plywood pieces which hold the pipes in position during construction to anyone who is seriously intent on making one or having one made. [This was written before the Relfe’s put the info on www.metatech.org or Ken at educate-yourself.org].
I'm not taking money for any of this so that I can continue to promote it in my essentially anarchic style.
Since setting up the Chembuster, we've seen a variety of UFO's. The CB must be some kind of etheric porch light. We mostly see reptilian craft (according to Carol), which are small, disc shaped and shiny, but a triangle craft showed up close to the house early on, and occasionally a Lemurian ship.
There are at least four Sasquatch on the property, not far from the house. They're quite loud and seem to keep coyotes, deer, owls, etc., as pets, because we hear them usually when one or more of those species are near us, and mostly at night. The most dramatic chorus was at about 5 AM one morning, though, when all four were as loud as an air raid siren. They seem to live at a vortex that's in a grove of trees in the meadow near the house. We put an HHg in the vortex to tone it up, and Carol said they love it. If you listen to the tape recording of a Sasquatch that Art Bell plays now and then, I can tell you that it's accurate. That recording sounds a little scary, but these sound beautiful and not at all threatening. They are extremely psychic and able to shift in and out of our time phase. Carol's seen them four times, and each time they disappear right after making eye contact. Once she saw a mature male with a youngster.
Our friend, Bob, who is a healer on the Flathead Indian Reservation in Montana, told us that he's had lots of interaction with Sasquatch, and that they once took him to one of their communities in the mountains, where they actually raise crops. He told us he was taken by them through a dimensional gateway in the face of a cliff I believe him, as he came from a long line of shamans and gets good results with his healing work. I've sent some customers to him for assistance it getting their immune systems back on line. If a person's immune system is very weak, he/she won't be able to use a zapper properly. His email address is email@example.com . Bob's Chembuster is also working well.
Within a week of setting up the CB here, the chemtrails were all gone, and none have been formed here since then, though the jets fly over every morning from their base in Canada, then back again in the evening, spewing as they fly. Another white plane, a smaller turboprop one, sometimes flies along the path of the jets at a lower altitude, presumably to try to figure out why the spew isn't doing its job.
We put a CB in the yard of our friend who owns this property. She's in Spokane, forty miles to the south. It took about a week for that one to disappear the spew, too, but now the UN spew planes are unable to get the stuff to set up between here and there, as our CB fields have linked. Another CB was put at the other end of Spokane with the same results, and we put one at my brother's place 80 miles southeast of Spokane, in Idaho. There are no chemtrails now within about forty miles of any of these.
There have been two HAARP attacks this summer, probably designed to disable the Chembusters. The first attack was stopped in a clean line made by the three Chembusters to our south. The second attack was directed at us here. A strong wind came up in front of some strange looking clouds. I simply pointed the CB into the wind and it stopped within about five minutes. The big cloudbank dissolved, and we got a nice, gentle rain an hour later.
For three days after that, a big Navy spy plane, like the one the Chinese downed, flew back and forth over us, sometimes quite low. One day, at dusk, a very quiet helicopter flew directly over us at a low altitude. As it passed, I saw another reptilian craft as the two crossed paths.
Spokane was one of the five worst smog cities on the continent. Now it's pretty much smog-free, and the whole ambience of the city has improved. I used to dread going there, but now I can spend the whole day there and not feel tired.
The reason I believe these are UN planes, is that it's common knowledge that all UN vehicles are unmarked and painted white. I got some powerful binoculars and was able to see that the spew planes are stark white with no markings under the wings. Commercial jets have prominent numbers under the wings. Spew planes are also much quieter than commercial or military jets, though they only fly at around 20,000 feet or less, while commercial flights are twice that high. The spew is most often irregular in the way it exits the craft, sometimes shooting far out to one side. Most often, Boeing 707's are used. I doubt there are any commercial airlines or militaries that use these dinosaurs. They’re very quiet, though, in spite of their low altitude. I can’t even hear them when I’m in the city.
We discovered that Slim Spurling's Environmental Harmonizers work synergistically with the Chembuster, and when a friend of ours was showing Slim what the CB did to the chemtrails, Slim bought it. In that instance, the Chembuster was set up just minutes before Slim’s presentation during a visit to a Canadian city. I attribute this faster action to Slim's and Fred’s apparent orgone capacitance’ from working with their energy devices over the years.
The base of the Chembuster is an orgone generator, as is the HHg. When intention is applied to any orgone generator by these walking energy capacitors, the effect is powerfully amplified.
The Namibian Chembuster [there are six of them as of January, 2002] is being used to prevent sandstorms from reaching the locale. This has resulted in more moisture being brought from the opposite direction in the form of dense fog. It can be many years between rainstorms in Namibia. I'll include more data from that site in the future.
We live in a semi arid part of the country, and rainfall is almost unheard of during the summer. It's rained every week to ten days since we set up our Chembuster, and on the drive to Seattle, we noticed that there was a lot of greenery among the sage brush, and even new sage plants, which were in bloom during what is normally the hottest, driest part of the summer. This rain has been coming from the south, instead of from the ocean, 400 miles to the west. There are no sources of moisture to the south.
Dr. Reich experienced this effect near Tucson serendipitously. He had taken his cloudbusters there in the early fifties to make war on the offworlders who were polluting the planet with dead orgone, as the current human regime has since learned to do, and he soon discovered that the cloudbusters were refreshing the atmosphere and causing the desert to bloom. The rain came later when he removed the energy pollution from the Sierras.
I can't really talk about what's on our agenda for the autumn, but we'd sure like to get onto a motor yacht and do some networking in Central America and the Caribbean. I'll probably visit a different African country after Carol gets back It would be terrific to find some investors who would buy a few million components for cheap zappers to be assembled and distributed throughout Africa. It will probably happen, since the old order is now receding faster every day and the new one is taking its place. Our take is that if the established order in so intent on killing off our African family members, they must be pretty important to the planet's future.
For many years, I've believed that when the alleged rulers of the planet are finally convicted for their crimes, a fitting punishment would be to put them to work as janitors and orderlies in a charity maternity hospital in the Central African Republic. This would be an act of mercy, since it would allow them to experience service work before they kick the bucket.
On that note, I've decided to use Canadian pennies on the Terminators. The Queen's face will be the medium through which healing energy will be brought to a large number of people who have been made ill by the agencies that she's sponsoring -- namely the various sub-groups of the international money cartel which finances all biological warfare, genocide and general mayhem on the planet. I'm doing her a small favor. I believe she's not actually a reptilian, as many have imputed, and that any human, no matter how culpable, has a chance to get integrity and a conscience as long as he/she draws breath.
We attended Dannion Brinkley's workshop yesterday. I was happy to learn that, through his study of quantum physics, he's come to know that chaos is not something to be avoided, but is, if used with intent, an unfailing source of spiritual growth, so we should welcome it. The Terminator produces pure chaos with the Mobius coil, and the body takes this raw energy and uses it for balanced kundalini activation, which in turn promotes healing and detoxification from the sub-cellular level on out.
Another point he made is that all of the technology that brings us together is a means of achieving unity and higher universal awareness. This is a distinct departure from the Atlantean paradigm, in which technology had the opposite affect. He predicts that soon we'll simply move from external technology to using DNA to accomplish these tasks, so all of these useful, but sometimes frustrating tools are simply a temporary bridge between our materialistic traditions and the emerging spiritual ones.
I got to hug Danion twice. He asked me if I prefer to be around him when he's calm and composed, and I told him I like him better when he's yelling and screaming.
Episode 13 A Case of Hives
By Don Croft
October 15, 2001
We felt it was unsafe to send this account to many people until we had neighbors again. We were living in rural Washington State last summer, where our closest neighbor was a quarter mile away through the forest, and aerial surveillance and remote (and not-so-remote) viewing of our activities were going on almost constantly, so it just felt too risky to talk about this then in a public forum. If anyone thinks Major Ed Dames is not promoting the Model T of government psychic spying, please think again.
My wife, Carol, spent the month of September in Kenya, working in a village clinic. She took a small ‘crowd zapper’ that I’d made shortly before she left. It zapped three at a time, powered by a small 12v battery that was charged daily with a flexible solar panel. Briefly, as this is to be told in more detail later, Carol was invited to go there because of the AIDS epidemic and the reputed ability of zappers to cure AIDS. While there were no testing facilities there, everyone who had AIDS in that area who availed themselves of the clinic’s crowd zapper apparently recovered very rapidly, even the people who were close to death. Carol took a picture of the outdoor ‘waiting room’ which was full of AIDS sufferers waiting for their daily ½ hour on the zapper. I’ll get her report and pictures onto http://www.worldwithoutparasites.com ASAP.
We had rented a small house in Moscow, Idaho, shortly before Carol left, but couldn’t move in until mid-September.
In the last week of August, we went to Nelson, BC, for a dental appointment, taking Jenny, Carol’s fifteen-year-old daughter, with us. That’s about 100 miles directly north of where we were living.
We had been looking forward to that trip in order to find the connection, perhaps, between the UN Spewplanes that flew from that direction every morning on their way to American targets and flew back every evening after their day’s work (I don’t ‘blame Canada,’ as in the South Park movie ;-) and the reptilian hive from which the multitude of craft that we saw around us came from. The connection was obvious. Probably because our cloudbuster was drawing in all the dead/deadly orgone, reptilian craft would criss-cross the skies where the chemtrails were being spewed, apparently in an attempt to make them last long enough to spread out in the customary way. They were unsuccessful, of course, since a cloudbuster, like Prometheus, just gets stronger when this kind of energy is present.
I’d thought that there was a secret base north of Nelson in the big valley that showed no highways or railroads on the map. As at Ft. Huachaca in Arizona and Otay Reservoir in San Diego, secret bases are often built around the openings of reptilian hives.
I may have been correct about the location of the airbase, but Carol dowsed the map and told us that the hive opening from which the craft came to work in our vicinity was near Cranbrook, BC, on the edge of the Rocky Mountains, about 120 miles to the east, so after the dental work was done, we piled into the car and drove there, taking our holy handgrenade with us.
About 15 miles before we got to Cranbrook, Carol said she got a mental image of where to place the HHg to close the portal (opening). The image was of a small lake on the north side of the highway and we were to throw it anywhere in that lake. About five minutes later, we saw the lake, but before I slowed down, Carol said ‘The Wingmakers told me that the reptilians put that image in my mind—the real portal is east of Cranbrook. It’s a steep bank, like a cliff, beside a river bend.’
So, we drove through town, toward a mountain that Carol said was close to the portal. When we reached a junction, Jenny said to turn right, and then directed us to make a left turn and we arrived at the place described by Carol. It was a short walk to the tall bank, and I put the HHg where Carol directed me. Portals are hyper-dimensional. They’re specific locations, usually in natural vortices, through which the reptilians can pass from their deep, underground hives to the surface. There is a force that prohibits them from interacting with us in 3D when we’re in a fully awake state, but apparently this force is gradually becoming inactive, since we’re able to see their craft more and more and many people are seeing them peripherally. Energy-sensitive people like Carol see them more clearly, but still as not-quite-physical entities.
Al Bielek, Preston Nichols and others who worked with the reptilians in the underground facilities saw them in 3D but these people were in an altered psychological state when they worked underground.
Carol showed me on the map that this hive’s southwest portal was this one, and that their only other portal was across the Rocky Mountains, near Edmonton, AL. [we just did that one, too, finally, on March 10, 2002]
They apparently knew we were coming, as Carol said there were a large number of craft present. We got back in the car and drove away. About two minutes later, Carol and Jenny both said simultaneously, ‘There’s a big, blue ship right behind us!’ I knew before anyone said so that this was a Lemurian craft guarding us from the reptilians, who were apparently mad enough to do something extrovert to us.
Jenny had seen this one or one just like it (Carol said it was one of their mid-sized ships and had a crew of about twenty) a week before. She was returning to St. Maries, Idaho, with her older brother and a friend and they’d left the highway during a rain, flipped over and landed upside down in a lake, about fifty feet below a steep bank. Fortunately, all three were able to get out safely and get to shore.
Jenny’s telepathic gift sort of blared out the next morning and the following evening, as she was standing on the deck of her brother’s apartment, a large, glowing blue sphere appeared right in front of her, then slowly receded into the sky and out of sight.
After we closed the portal, we were only surveilled by one craft at a time in the following weeks. Carol said that they were just too busy trying to arrange another opening to bother with the spewplane program any more.
The night after we got back home, though, a craft from the hive showed up near us and I felt the fellows inside trying to manipulate my mind. I get a characteristic tone in my left ear anytime reptilians are trying to influence me, so that’s how I knew they were there. Carol confirmed it, so I put the sound crystal that I bought from James Hughes on my chest, between my solar plexus and heart and applied the 15Hz of the zapper circuit to it.
The energy generated by the mobius coil in the zapper is greatly magnified and focuses by the crystal and can be sent wherever I direct it, so I sent it back along the energy attachment that the reptilians were trying to place on me, as I had with the Draconian earlier this year.
Carol said they saw it coming and deflected it to the hive’s queen, hereafter referred to as the Raging Queen, who was directing them. Carol said RQ started squirming and got very angry and threatening, but the attachment was withdrawn from me immediately. I programmed the crystal to keep sending her the beam of bright blue orgone at that frequency. Since then we haven’t had any interference from that hive. It had been getting pretty overt right before we made that trip.
In the next segment, I’ll go into how this directly related to Carol’s experience with voodoo in Africa ;-) The best first step with any predatory entity, human or otherwise, is to make them respect us. That opens the door to harmonious co-existence if not unity later on. Our experience with the friendly hive under Florida/Bahamas/Yucatan showed us that this is not unthinkable & Carol noted that they all honor the same Creator that we do.
Another thing happened in early September, a few days after Carol left. We had been invited to give a talk at a monthly meeting of the Metaphysical Research Society in Spokane then. They meet in a Masonic Lodge, right in the room with all the satanic symbols, thrones, etc. We’d been to one of the meetings that summer and the people are pretty impressive, though the meeting place is a real bummer to be in.
Before I started talking, I put the pyramid-shaped orgone generator that Carol keeps in the back window of the car into the center of the large inverted pentagram in the middle of the floor and I put the clodbuster, which is a half-scale cloudbuster designed for therapeutic work, on a podium, pointed at another satanic symbol above one of the thrones. I told the audience to just take note of any changes in the energy of the room and started talking about our Terminators and answering questions. I passed out about thirty T’s to people who were sick. About half the audience was noticeably ill and there were about a hundred people there.
This is typical of any American gathering—50% seriously ill. I’ve never seen this anywhere but in the US and I doubt that this could have been possible before the Chemtrails and the widespread use of health insurance (an oxymoron, of course). Another feature of US healthcare is that one is challenged to cure the illnesses caused by the treatment as well as the one for which one is treated. In many, if not most, cases of cancer the treatment kills before the cancer has a chance to, and the antibiotics (ALL of these are strong fungal toxins) used to ‘treat’ infections create conditions that lead to far worse infections a little later. The chemtrails have overridden all other causes of illness, though, in the past year or so, and their diseases mimic the former but are more pernicious.
About two thirds of the zappers were sold that night. In a less aware group I would have sold about half than many [five were stolen—Carol later told me that a felonious federal agent attending the meeting did that out of spite. I had asked all feds in the audience to stand up and introduce themselves at the beginning of my talk, but nobody did that]
About halfway through the hour-long talk, several people noted that the ambience had transformed into a very pleasant, energizing state. Many of the audience who are professional clairvoyants and psychics, could see the customary blue dome of orgone centered on the pyramid, and a child said she could feel the swirling currents as a breeze. Everyone was feeling pretty good, an effect which was more significant because many hated being in the room in which satanic activity had been carried out and in which there were debilitating geometric shapes, such as the inverted pentagram.
If anyone looks through MORALS AND DOGMA, the Masonic ‘bible’ written by Confederate General Albert Pike in the mid nineteenth century, one will find a diagram of ‘Baphomet, the Hermaphroditic Goat’ drawn in an inverted pentagram. Notice that the face looks reptilian, perhaps even Draconian. Carol and I believe that this is the image that the 32nd degree and above Masons regard as Satan, their sponsor. We believe that a Draconian or off-planet reptilian show up in their secret upper level meetings and that the humans are just stupid enough to think he/she’s a devil ;-) It’s no small wonder that LaRouche refers to Satanism as ‘infantilism.’ We feel it’s time to educate these benighted souls and tardiness and hooky should not be allowed.
One other event occurred while Carol was gone that’s worth mentioning here. In July, when I asked her if there were any sick vortices around which needed a HHg, she pointed at Priest Lake on the map as the only big one around. At the MRS meeting a couple of people mentioned that there was some nefarious activity going on there but that they were at a loss to know how to reverse it. I got a better map and asked Jenny to point out the vortex for me, and she showed me the smaller island in the south part of the lake.
I was ready to go on September 15, with a holy handgrenade and our little dinghy on top of the car. I had just made a double size cloudbuster, which I named Jumbo Funky. Carol had helped me determine the dimensions before she left. I had a feeling that this was connected to the exercise I was about to engage in.
I got to the lake around noon. There were a few rain clouds over the north part of the lake. It took me an hour to get to the little island from the marina on the shore. I used a trolling motor since there was no wind for sailing. It felt pretty crummy there and I was a little nauseous from the time I got there until I left a couple hours later.
When I got to the island, I put the HHg under some brush on the island’s hillside, and then returned to shore. By the time I’d gotten the boat back on the car and was leaving, dark clouds were forming over the small island. That night a thunderstorm arrived where we were living, about sixty miles southwest of Priest Lake. The storm came from that direction, which is the first time since we got there in June that any weather came from any direction but south. I later learned that the storm never reached Spokane, 35 miles south of us.
At sunset after I returned from the lake, I had placed my large smoky quartz generator crystal in the center of the pipes on Jumbo Funky and applied 15Hz to the mobius coil that I’d wrapped around the crystal.
A few days before all of this, I’d gotten a very long email from Dr. James DeMeo, who is reputed to be an expert on all subjects related to orgone and Dr. Wilhelm Reich. I won’t go into details, but he expressed a lot of anger at what I’d been doing and saying about our cloudbusters, especially the one in Namibia. The letter didn’t seem very rational or objective to me, so I asked him for more clarification. For instance, he told me that what we were doing was ineffective and that I was apparently delusional. He also said that we were causing drought, not alleviating it, and that only highly qualified people should attempt cloudbusting. He didn’t address my observation that if it were ineffective, at least it wouldn’t be doing any harm ;-)
That’s what sparked me to make the bigger cloudbuster. It had rained regularly enough all summer to cause the desert for 150 miles west to remain green, long after it should have turned brown as it typically does right after the spring rains. It hadn’t rained for three weeks before I got that letter from Dr. DeMeo, so I was concerned that there may have been some truth to his warning. I had a hunch, though, that droughts may be largely the result of parasitic entities siphoning energy from vortices like the one in Priest Lake. I later learned that the older cloudbusters made in the style Dr. Reich designed (DeMeo used that kind) were no longer effective at stopping droughts for some reason.
Carol and I are in the process now of finding others through the internet who are willing and able to find these vortices with us and correct the imbalances. There are groups of people who regularly heal certain vortices, but that requires attention and effort. There are talented people, like Fred Fischl, who do clearing work in cooperation with earth elementals, but that needs regular renewal. Maybe elementals, like humans, don’t have long attention spans. The elementals absolutely love having orgone generators like the holy handgrenades around, though, which may partially explain why our method requires no maintenance.
The beauty of our method is that after the HHg is in place, no attention or follow-up is required. I learned the importance of that principle by making zappers that can simply be worn instead of taking daily time and attention to hold some copper pipes or paste electrodes onto the body.
We believe, too, that the massive volume of electromagnetic energy in developed countries is exacerbating the weather imbalances. She took two HHg’s to Kenya with her. While she was in the village, there was a thunderstorm every single night, beginning with her arrival. Before that there had been a severe drought. In the absence of electromagnetic activity, the atmosphere there was very responsive to even a little orgone generation. The village had no electricity, not even a small generator, which made us glad we thought to include a solar panel with the crowd zapper.
Cloudbuster and holy handgrenade instructions and pictures are now on www.metatech.org
Episode 14 Deadly Valley
By Don Croft
(I was going to write about Carol’s September trip to Kenya, but now that the felonious feds have escalated their War on Healing (thank Grid they are as inept with this as with the alleged War on Drugs!), we’ve decided to include that account in a book, along with our upcoming Kalahari AIDS Cure Safari—a sort of pre-emptive guerrilla initiative in the War.)
The War on Drugs analogy breaks down when you consider that the people at the top of the regime are actually selling the drugs, of course. [see Dope Incorporated-The Book That Drove Kissinger Carzy by Lyndon LaRouche]
We had found it expedient to bring the Zapporium to Southern California in connection with a free energy process we’re involved in (a device that can only be prepared above a certain temperature). The alternative was to wait until we got back from Africa, which will be late January 2002 to drive it to a warmer climate to finish the process, which seems like bad timing. More on that later, of course.
About twenty minutes after we left our home in Moscow, Idaho, Carol said, ‘Did you bring any Holy Handgrenades?’ I hadn’t considered it, but neither of us wanted to turn back, so we headed south, taking the most direct route—to Winnemucca (I always call it Run-amoka how can I resist?), then through Death Valley to the vicinity of Gemmorah. I think the only way we can tolerate more than driving through Los Angeles is to have about 200 pounds of orgone generating material around us, which the Zapporium has, in addition to an involved grid/crystal/coil/frequency apparatus under the entire floor.
As we left Moscow around noon, the sky was beautifully clear and blue, except for the nice, healthy clouds, thanks to our two Chembusters, the Joe Cell and seven large orgone generator pyramids in the Zapporium. The chemtrails there had started disappearing within minutes of setting up Jumbo Funky in late September, but the customary wind of the Palouse (fancy name for the prairie that joins the foothills in the vicinity of Moscow) didn’t die down until I added water to the Joe Cell in the Zapporium and connected it to the battery, in mid October. There wasn’t more than a breeze until I had to dissemble the Joe Cell a couple of weeks later, at which time the wind returned until the next day, when the Joe Cell was back together with better water. Autumn is supposed to stay windy, which is why some people dislike that beautiful area.
There was a bank of what appeared to be artificial weather about ten miles south of Moscow, running east to west. As we approached it, the western end ‘moved aside’ and most of the way to Run Amoka the edge of the system stayed just above and to the west of us, due, no doubt to the energy from the vehicle. I had wanted to get an indication of the range of our Moscow Chembusters, as there were none to the south of us until Southern Arizona (Al Gray’s Array) at the time. For the next four hours, over 200 miles, the chemtrails were being vigorously laid down along the edge of that fake weather system. After that, when it was dark, the moon showed us that the chemtrails remained intact except for in a space about 5 miles in diameter directly over the Zapporium.
We reached Winnemucca after midnight, by which time the ‘weather system’ had enveloped us. We had seen and dispersed several lenticular clouds along the way, especially after the front had overwhelmed us. We always make sure they aren’t our friends from the base on Venus first. They’re usually just local reptilian craft. I’d packed my stuff in a little backpack so I wouldn’t have to check it in at the airport on the way back home, but I forgot to bring it. My Big Secret [we later named this ‘Succor Punch.’ ‘Succor,’ which means nourishment received from others, as in the form of a gift of mercy, and is pronounced, ‘sucker.’] was in that bag, so we rigged up Carol’s twelve-sided Vogel crystal with a Terminator to make them go. Carol tried the crystal by itself, but she said they were just laughing at her, so she put the pennies of the T on the crystal, and we had our turn to laugh as they took off. When they’re gone, the lenticular clouds simply disintegrate within a couple of minutes. It must take a lot of energy to maintain them. I saw one that was made up of about nine layers, like a stack of pancakes.
I had driven all the way. The plan was for us to take turns driving and go straight to So Cal, but I had gotten some ephedra at a truck stop, so was too wired to sleep. I was in pig heaven, though.
We woke up around eight o’clock and it had started snowing gently. By the time we finished our shopping for snacks, etc., it was coming down harder and a strong wind was blowing from the west. Carol had said that the Wingmakers told her we didn’t have time to stop for breakfast if we wished to leave town, and a store clerk told me that the snow was expected to keep coming through the following weekend (this was Wednesday), so we drove fifty miles east, to Battle Mountain, then south, as planned, to Tonopah. I was told that the road was already impassable a short distance west of Winnemucca.
As during the day before, we kept the weather front, with it’s blizzard conditions, to our western side until we got far enough south to reach the southern limit, in this case, just outside of Tonopah, Nevada. At times, the snow was just shallow enough to maintain traction. An hour later we wouldn’t have been able to drive that way.
Several times, especially when we stopped for gas, we saw a blue hole just above us, which steadily widened. This led us to realize that getting Joe Cells out there in large numbers might do more to destroy the HAARP (and therefore all predatory/parasitic electronic apparati) than a few hundred cloudbusters. The CB’s still seem to be better for destroying chemtrails, though, and for improving the ambience of the environment over a wide area.
The trip to Death Valley was fairly uneventful, except that we saw a lot of unmarked white vehicles in that part of Nevada, many of which had no license plates. Also, where we saw more of these vehicles on the highway, there were just a few people living in the once-prosperous little towns, and all of the gas stations were closed down for a stretch of over ninety miles. We had the impression that the few remaining residents were being made to feel unwelcome, but were just unwilling to leave. There was a lot of white vehicle traffic off into the mountains. One pickup, which turned onto the highway from one of these well-traveled side roads, had ‘Lockheed Martin’ on the side of it. A little further down the road there was an odd-looking building with a huge vent coming up out of the ground beside it, right next to the highway [we put a Holy Handgrenade there on a return trip a couple of months later], and Carol said there was a lot of energy and activity coming from many places underground along that whole stretch of US 95 in Nevada.
A Nevada Highway Patrol fellow stopped us for having a headlight out right before we turned onto the road to Death Valley, which made Carol feel pretty good, as she’d been stopped several times on our travels, and this was my first. I had noticed that police in general don’t seem interested in the vehicle, though I’m not sure why. Maybe it just looks too weird for most of them, though a Sheriff’s deputy near Mt. Shasta once stopped to offer help when I was parked near there and she complimented me on the appearance of the Zapporium and asked me what zappers are (I painted signs on both sides of the camper shell I built on the 1970, yellow Ford F100 pickup, which looks like an upside down boat to some, a spaceship to the more imaginative).
The road down into Death Valley was in pretty rough shape, and there were no guard rails, which seemed curious to me, as there were hazardous curves during most of the 13 mile stretch from the 4,000’ plateau down to the valley floor, which is right at sea level.
Just joking, I asked Carol if there was any unseemly activity going on there, and she pointed to a lighted area about 10 miles further on, which we figured was Stovepipe Wells, according to the map. We found a well-lighted, small RV campground with a bar and motel, all very upscale and new, there, on the south side of the road, and opposite was the road to the wells with a sign that gave directions. Carol said the wells were actually vents for an ancient underground facility, and this was now being used by a consortium of human and non-humans, mostly dressed in what looked to her like white radiation suits, some with helmets, others without. We didn’t even stop, though both of us were sorry we had neglected to bring an HHg. As it turned out, that faux pas may have saved our lives, which may be another case of the Wingmakers turning a liability into an asset.
Carol has a thing going with owls. I rarely saw owls before I met her, but in the past few months, our vehicle has nearly hit several of them as they swooped across the road directly in front of us, and on our walks in the Moscow Cemetery, Carol often stops and talks with an owl that lands on a low branch or light pole along our path. One of them swooped the car just as we turned onto the road leading into Death Valley, another as we were leaving, just after the incident I’ll now relate.
Carol told me later that a small plane flew very low, close to us just as we drove past Stovepipe Wells, and that she ‘heard’ the pilot give instructions to someone to look for an ‘unidentifiable land vehicle,’ and that he was helping to set up satellite surveillance.
About five miles beyond the motel, I stopped the truck and got out to relieve myself. When I got back in, Carol said, ‘Did you see the reptilian? He came over to look at us—he’s eight feel tall. I thought he was coming over to where you were. He was right by the truck.’ I said, ‘Where’s he come from?’ and she indicated a small, cone shaped mound nearby (mounds are anomalies in Death Valley). Just as we drove onto the highway, a dark shape sped across the road, at a height of about ten feet. I said, ‘What the hell was that—was that him?’ and Carol said it was, and that he was playing with us, riding on a small scooter-type flyer.
I had made a contact with him though my heart chakra just before we moved down the road, as I’ve gotten pretty fond of reptilians, especially since we ‘liberated’ the small offworld reptilian colony near Emida, Idaho, a month before. I had one of those ‘AHA’ moments just then, when I realized that there are about as many, per capita, reptilians with personality as there are humans in the mainly Caucasian cultures of our world (in other words, very few) which is why it’s always been such a relief to me to arrive in a ‘third world’ country and I get culture shock when I return to the US.
The nice thing about reptilians is that they’re extremely attentive and non-judgmental. Although they tend to operate as a hive, that changes when their consciousness raises, and I don’t think a hive mind is any more appropriate for them than it is for humans. If you look at which human groups use beehives as their symbols, my point will be well taken. I think that’s why ‘The Borg’ creeps us out so much—it hits fairly close to the mark in that way.
In North America and Europe, a few people can be congratulated for being slightly less mentally conditioned than others, but it’s extremely rare to find someone who is free of it. In most undeveloped countries, these mind control programs were never initiated, which is probably why there are such vigorous population reduction policies mandated for their alleged governments by the IMF, UN, and other predatory/parasitic agencies of the alleged world order.
I was relieved to learn that many of our military officers are now discovering that they are nothing more than mercenaries--leg breakers--for these agencies, and I think we can expect to see some creative initiative by them, though the internet, itself, is probably already a result of this initiative. If you consider that our officers went through the entire Vietnam War period without opposing the London banks’ predatory sycophants in the White House, this is a significant development.
I hope you who are reading this will take a hint and make an even stronger effort to notice details around you in your travels and inquiries and will use your imagination to connect the dots yourselves. I’d be a little perturbed if anyone ever took my word as being authoritative.
A few miles down the road, just before the highway starts the 5,000 ft. ascent, there’s another very well lit, classy establishment, which is a tavern. I wish I’d taken more notice of the vehicles in both of these places, because a white, late model car pulled out of the lot right as we were leaving, and I pulled over to let him pass (the Zapporium, though it has a new motor, doesn’t go fast uphill). Just for fun I said, ‘Is he one of the guys who works underground?’ and she told me he’s a guard there, on his way home after work, and that he’s not aware of us or what he’s guarding in the facility.
We noted that there were also no guard rails on the highway going up out of this side of the valley, though it’s a beautifully engineered road, well paved, marked and banked, with even a shoulder. [A couple of months later we saw a LOT of new guardrails there]
Our route was to take us to Olmancha, but I missed a turn and came out twenty miles north of there on US 395.
I noticed that there were even more white vehicles on the California side than in Nevada. The clerk in the gas station/store stared at us so much, that as we left, I jokingly asked Carol if he was a reptilian, and she said, ‘yes.’ Just then two unmarked vans, a white one and a silver one, both with heavily tinted windows and no license plates, sped past us at about eighty miles an hour, very close together. Carol said there were four guys in each one, heavily armed, mostly American, but with some Russians and Mid-easterners among them, dressed in black, and that they were really scared of us. In that part of California, people rarely drive that fast—you need to get closer to LA and the other metro areas to see that)
She said they’d been instructed to run us off the road leading out of Death Valley, but couldn’t get to us in time. If we’d stopped to drop a holy handgrenade, they would have gotten their wish. Thanks, Wingmakers! I’d like to go back with some friends in a caravan to do that one, since they apparently don’t like to have witnesses when they kill people that way. Maybe I could just sign up for a tour with some retirees—drop the HHg then get back on the bus. Maybe you could do it. So many secret bases, so little time!
As though that weren’t enough excitement for one evening, we’d seen so many ‘UFOs’—I use that term advisedly, since Carol’s able to identify all of them and tell where they’re from—that night that they no longer needed much comment. The most interesting one, to me, was a long orange one with a lot of lights along the side, moving at a steady rate below the clouds in front of us & not making any effort to hide. She said that was one of the Venus guys’ bigger ships. They weren’t even concerned about us this time and only use their smaller craft to surveille us. As far as we know, these are the only nice offworlders besides the (now friendly) reptilians we met in Emida who still use technology that’s disabled by a Chembuster or Big Secret [Succor Punch]. We believe that this is why they keep tabs on us. Maybe they can see enough of the probabilities that they consider us a link to getting better technology from the Lemurians and others.
Al Gray sent us tapes of some very interesting talks by Barbara Marciniak. Carol gets visits by Pleiadians when she needs extraordinary healing after predatory attacks, and we feel that this is their primary purpose here—individual healing and guidance. We are coming to believe that if we are to fix what ails human society, which is what also ails our planet, we need to take the initiative and find the solutions, rather than getting them handed to us by offworlders. To me, this also accounts for the admitted trickery and maze-like directives that Barbara and other (legitimate, in our opinion) channelers get from offworlders.
The only problem we’re having with some of the native reptilians is that we haven’t earned their respect. Getting their respect helps us and it helps them move out of a predatory awareness. There are only twenty or so predatory reptilian hives, according to the information we’d gotten from one of their queens while she was under duress from our Big Secret [Succor Punch] and a friend of ours turned one of them around all by herself. We turned another around with the help of one of the Lemurians we met on Shasta at the summer solstice last June, and will work with our Namibian friends on turning the queen of the African hive who controls all of the voodoo on that continent. One of our friends in Bosnia may help us turn the queen of the hive which controls the British aristocracy, Zionism, Islamic fundamentalism, the alleged World Order, the UN, the IMF, etc.
A friend in Finland has the opportunity to help us turn the queen of the hive that controls the Russian Government and military, and all that remains to disempower the rest of the allegedly potent tyranny in the world is to find somebody who can do the same for the queen of the hive which controls the Chinese government and military. The rest are small change. Two Holy Handgrenades, placed in the right locations, are all that’s needed to do the deed for each hive, though in some cases one is enough, and both can be removed any time, but not by the reptilians or their human minions. This story is better than any Hollywood script or science fiction because it’s real.
Unlike some, who charge up to sixty dollars for a book on this subject, we will never take a penny for this narrative or for information and commerce related to the Chembusters and Holy Handgrenades. We’ll continue to earn our livelihood in unrelated ways so that we can’t be accused of having a profit motive with this story.
Also, anyone who knows us can assure you that the notion of a following is repugnant to Carol and I, so that’s not a motivating factor. We will never interview for mainstream radio, TV, as we consider this the kiss of death for any serious pioneer these days. That policy is subject to change after the current parasitic/predatory world regime is replaced (SOON, please Grid!), and we have no problem at all with the fact that most people who read our narrative do so simply for the entertainment value.
It was getting close to midnight as we were on the final leg to our destination on the outskirts of Gemorrah, a Motel Six beside a Denny’s in Palmdale.
East of the highway, near the top of a mountain, in the vicinity of the China Lake secret facility, I saw a large, glowing area. It reminded me of the second UFO phenomenon I’d seen four years earlier, in British Columbia. Carol was leaning against the door, sleeping. I turned to ask her what it was, and decided not to, since I knew how tired she was. She held up her hand and moved it like she was pushing something away from her face.
As she often does, she woke up when I looked at her, so I pointed at the glow, and said ‘What’s that?’
‘Oh, I thought I was dreaming. One of the little white alien guys from that ship kept getting in my face, telling me to listen to him. I was pushing him away, but he kept coming back. They look sort of like the crowd of cute little guys on GALAXY QUEST, but they are friendly, whiter and stockier than those, and have arms that hang down to their knees and knobs on the backs of their heads. There are several of their craft on the mountain, illuminating an area of it, but you can’t see the craft themselves. They said not to tell anyone where they’re from, which is a planet that humans don’t know about yet, anyway.’ As I continued driving south, the bright spot moved up and over the mountain ridge, just as the one in Canada did. Carol told me that this is also what I saw four years earlier.
Carol climbed into the back right after she said that and slept in the bed until we arrived here. I’m in the motel now, the next morning, writing it all down while it’s fresh in my memory.
Here’s ‘the rest of the story.’
Kashi, who is the Atlantean elder we met on Mt. Shasta at the autumn equinox in 2000, which was the beginning of our current venture, shows up now and then, and this was one of those times. He was there when the little guy was trying to get Carol’s attention, so Carol asked Kashi if this was important and he said that it was.
She also asked the Wingmakers, of whom Kashi is apparently one now and then, and three of them were also there and everyone told her, ‘Listen, because the little guy wants to give you the description of a device that Don’s to make. However, Don’s not to tell anyone about it until you both figure out what it does!’ She gave me that description, and I’m pleased to say that it has no moving parts and is in line with things we’re already doing, so I hope to give you a report on the outcome in the next installment (no charge, of course ;-)
I’ll fiddle with it before I go to Namibia next week. Namibia is a better place to play with this stuff, I think because there’s no HAARP, MKULTRA, or other disgusting electronic facilities near there to skew the process or results of weird science projects.
Episode 15 Carol Croft Takes An AIDS Cure To Kenya
by Don Croft
Feb. 27, 2002
I got an email request from the director of a foundation that organizes and supplies a village clinic and orphanage in a village in Kenya, near Lake Victoria, last August.
The request was for a donation of zappers to give to AIDS sufferers there. After some more correspondence, the director asked if I'd be willing to go there and teach the folks how to use the zappers, so Carol and I discussed that and decided that Carol might be a better candidate for that. Ever since I first discovered, firsthand, that zappers cure AIDS, I'd been dying for an opportunity to take this information to Africa, which is undergoing a genocidal program, which has been using AIDS to reduce the population. I'm personally as incensed about this as others do about the genocide committed on the European Jews and Gypsies in the previous century. I've always been curious to know why these people aren't up in arms about the current genocide program.
Notice that I'm not mentioning names. It's because the director knew instinctively that her organization would be jeopardized if the word got out about what we were contemplating. Medical students from a major university and a well-known naturopathic college volunteered regularly for a month at a stretch to administer the supplies of herbs, nutrients, homeopathic and other remedies to the AIDS sufferers and to deliver these supplies to the clinic's small apothecary. There are no carriers to these places, so if it's not taken in luggage, it won't likely arrive. That's an interesting comment on many of the relief efforts we hear about.
Carol was asked not to freely discuss her purpose with her fellow travelers, though the Kenyan liaison in the US who would be going along to supervise the volunteers was well informed and supportive. Each of the volunteers, including Carol, bought their own plane tickets but their
Kenyan hosts provided hospitality and meals during their stay.
We made up a bunch of regular, no-frill zappers for the Kenyan woman to distribute according to her discretion and Carol took a small crowd zapper (zaps three people at a time through small, hand-held copper pipes) that I made for her to donate to the village clinic, along with a little 12v battery and a solar panel to charge it daily. She also took along a few Terminators (our current zapper model) [contact Editor@educate-yourself.org for more info on Terminators] and two Holy Handgrenades (HHg), which are cone-shaped orgone generators of our design.
Soon after their arrival in the village, some women showed up to dance for them in the house where they'd be staying. Carol recognized them as witches, of course, and the dance was done to ensure their protection and safety during their stay.
It was apparent, pretty soon, why these women found it necessary to protect them. "Night runners" are men who run through the forest (almost entirely made of thorn trees) naked every night, accosting people who are not in their houses, sometimes invading the houses themselves. There are no streetlights, of course, and not even a small generator in most villages. These guys were voodoo practitioners and that area of Kenya was not a happy place at that time. Where voodoo predominates, there is usually some form of control through terror that keeps ordinary people from moving around after dark. This is common in the countryside of Haiti, according to the book, The Serpent and The Rainbow, and Carol told me that there was a prevalent ambience of hopelessness and despair in that region, though all African people are naturally prone to exuberant happiness and love of life. She kept lots of coins in her pockets for when the small crowd of orphans swarmed out of the woods when she walked by each day. She was surprised that they seemed as though they didn't have a care in the world. Their parents had mostly died of AIDS.
She learned that the 'good magic' is mostly done by women and the voodoo is mostly done by men, and that the latter is fostered and promoted by the un-natural neocolonial form of government there. She also found that these women are not afraid or even remotely intimidated by the night runners, who more likely fear and respect these women.
The whole continent is not like this, apparently, and when Carol later joined me in Namibia, she expressed profound relief that it was so comfortable there and relatively free of misery.
She treasures her friendship with the people she worked with in the village, her hosts and the many AIDS sufferers she helped to cure themselves, of course, and it was pretty apparent to her that a few holy handgrenades and cloudbusters in that region could turn the tables, in short order, on those night runners and the stranglehold they had on the population. I later had the pleasure of their acquaintance when nine of them astrally followed Carol home, but that account comes toward the end of this chapter.
Incidentally she sort of sneaked one of the Holy Handgrenades into the roof of her hosts' home the first day she was there, and it rained every single night thereafter, shortly after sunset. They were astonished by that, since they had been experiencing a devastating drought for quite awhile. I wasn't surprised to learn why this could happen-in areas of the world where there is very intense orgone activity even a small orgone generator can unlock energy imbalances in the atmosphere, as a cloudbuster will in less energetic surroundings. Apparently the entire continent of Africa is a zone of intense orgone activity and it's fairly pristine, since there are very few microwave transmitter/receivers, cell phone towers, etc., which tend to deaden orgone fields and discourage free orgone circulation in the atmosphere. I personally believe that another factor responsible for the lovely orgone there is the exuberance of the Black Africans and their essential sense of harmony, fostered over the millennia, until very recently, by a social system characterized by power sharing between men and women.
The conditions in Africa may be similar to what the white settlers found here in North America and now we're in the process of returning our own continent to those pristine conditions with our cloudbusters and other orgone devices, along with many other folks. You can see orgone currents if you look at a monochrome background, especially blue sky, and let your eyes go out of focus the way they do when you look at one of those posters that look like multi-color, chaotic dots until a 3D image appears. The currents of healthy orgone are brighter than the background, the currents of the unbalanced orgone are darker, and both seem to appear and disappear within a second or two. In Africa we noticed that the bright currents far outnumber the dark ones, and that the currents are much brighter, fatter, and last half again as long as the ones in North America. Of course, Carol and other sensitives just see the energy itself, anywhere, any time, but this exercise is something you and I can do.
The med students that Carol shared sleeping quarter with were aloof and unfriendly with her the whole time, except for a brief interchange with one or two of the friendlier ones. Most got a light case of Malaria, though they had begun taking the prophylactic drug for malaria before their arrival and throughout the trip. Carol tried taking the pills, but they made her feel sick, so she just kept her Terminator [contact Editor@educate-yourself.org for more info] the whole time and she never got malaria or any other sickness.
One of the first AIDS sufferers she met was a young woman who was so far advanced in the illness that she could no longer hold her head up and could only breathe with difficulty. At that point, Carol just gave her a zapper to use, and in a week she was walking around. In another week, she had resumed her duties at the main house, full of energy and health. By the time Carol was ready to leave the village the woman had her bags packed and was going to move to a place in the nearest city.
Each day, Carol showed up at the village clinic, run by Uncle Gaia, who graciously became the proprietor of the crowd zapper. The days were spent ushering in groups of three AIDS sufferers at a time, for a half hour or so of zapping, then zapping three more, and so on.
I must say that our purpose in Carol's visit was mainly to share information with the native Africans and investigate the conditions there, not to play 'great white hope' or get a reputation for applying our AIDS cure. We already knew that it's impossible to move enough zappers into the continent to reverse the genocide being perpetrated through the UN's agencies (is that even debatable any more?), but our hope is that enough Africans will talk to each other about curing AIDS with electric current. Electric fences are common in many parts of the continent, but not in the area where Carol visited. My strong feeling is that any AIDS sufferer can simply touch an electric fence once a day for three weeks and every trace of the virus will be eliminated. Because of the vitality of the energy there, people heal very, very quickly, we noticed.
I'm openly stating that AIDS is very easily cured by mild electricity passed through the skin by pulsed DC. I get hammered sometimes by professional med people for not providing data like lab reports to back up my claim. I tell them that the burden of proof is not on me at all. It's not worth mentioning to them that there's no electricity in that village, much less a modern medical lab. I don't have any proprietary claim to that information and anyone on earth can repeat what we're doing with AIDS. Besides--I also tell them-my distrust of medical labs is as profound and my distrust of all the other tentacles of the medical/drug cartel, and I think it's time for you to wake up and stop serving that monster!
Even tapping a car battery terminal with one hand while holding the other terminal in the other for twenty minutes or so replicates what the zapper does. Africans are extremely resourceful, so a little information can go long way. Our experience with zappers curing AIDS has been 100% success so far.
Some of these people get tested after the cure, for confirmation; some don't bother with that (I certainly wouldn't bother with it). Carol didn't do a lot of follow up, but at least we know now that what they're calling AIDS there (we doubt that it's the same engineered virus as the one used here) is as easy to cure, though apparently more virulent for the sufferers and kills them much faster than in the west.
She found out that the UN dictates medical policies in Africa and they've coerced all of the governments to make treating AIDS with other than UN-approved drugs strictly unlawful. Of course the drugs are ineffective and even poisonous (only one in a thousand Black Africans can afford them), just like here, and the laws are hardly enforceable, but many reputable traditional healers fear for their lives if they transgress those laws, since most governments there have even less 'due process' police practices than we do here in the land of the formerly free and brave, with our plethora of felonious jack-booted thug agencies, federal, state, county and city.
The beauty of our crowd zappers is that, technically, the sufferer treats him/herself and the only relationship the AIDS sufferers have with the practitioners is as guests.
I'm told by Georg, a fellow cloudbuster aficionado in South Africa who works with Zulu chief shaman, Credo Mutwa, that there is a common plant in Africa that, when made into a tea, cures AIDS. This may actually be the answer. Georg is feeling pretty downhearted about this right now because, although Credo Mutwa is actively campaigning to spread this information, the South African government (Nelson Mandela's regime, don't you know?) has implemented a focused media program of obfuscation to prevent this information from spreading.
I'm trying to convince Georg that their efforts will most likely cause the information to spread faster than if they'd ignored it, just like what happens in the US whenever alternative medicine is attacked by the felonious feds. Our zapper business certainly takes a Great Leap Forward in the number of orders every time they try to whack Dr. Hulda Clark, for instance. I know that there really is no such thing as bad publicity these days. We've come a long way since the 1950's when the 'go along to get along' Depression Babies and WWII vets stood idly by and even cheered when Dr. Wilhelm Reich's books were publicly burned by the felonious federal agents and he was then railroaded into prison and martyred. I think the internet would have died on the vine if it were introduced in those bleak days.
Carol didn't let on that she was psychic until the end of her visit in the village. When the word got out, she was swamped with requests by mothers to contact their children who had died, mostly of AIDS. Carol said that the pressure from all of those recently deceased children wanting to talk to their mothers was so great that she simply couldn't bear it.
The Kenyan woman, Uncle Gaia's niece, who supervised the visitors invited Carol to Mombassa for a little R&R before their flight back to the US, and they stayed in a very nice, thatched-roof hotel and spent a day sailing in an Arab-style dhow over the reefs and the clear, warm coastal waters. It was the highpoint of her trip in some ways, though she was severely sunburned.
Anyone who visits Africa gets sort of addicted to the place, I think because it's so invigorating, but I think, also, because the people are so thoroughly fascinating; even the most destitute and apparently hopeless beggars there have a joie de vivre and presence of mind that one rarely sees in North America, even among the most affluent, interesting and beautiful people. The average person there is courteous, intelligent, curious and willing to converse with strangers. They receive new ideas with an open mind and are quick to adopt them if they find them worthwhile. Typically, if you start telling a sick person there about the zapper, that person will put it on before you finish your first sentence. In North America, you'd be hard pressed to give them away to most people, no matter how sick and desperate they are, though this is changing fairly rapidly these days now that the predatory regime that created and maintains the mind control infrastructure is finally collapsing.
On the way back to the US there were an unusual number of checkpoints with metal detectors, since it was only three weeks after the feds blew up the WTC and Pentagon. For some reason, Carol walked through those metal detectors without setting any of them off, though she was wearing the zapper (it has plenty of metal in it) her silver necklace and pendants, and plenty of pocket change. A couple of months later, when I went to southern Africa, there was almost no security at all in the European airports I went through. I guess they'd figured out by then that the 'terrorist' attack was phony, so why waste their manpower on a sham? Europeans are pretty pragmatic.
The first night back for Carol was spent in a state of collapse since she hadn't slept for two nights before that, but on the second night we got our first visit by the Kenyan voodoo practitioners. Carol had gone to sleep but was shaking and crying, so I woke her up and asked her what was up. She hadn't discussed her psychic abilities in Kenya because she didn't want to have to contend with the night runners there. It was just as well, because, although I was sure she could have easily handled them, now I had a chance to try the Succor Punch on human subjects instead of just predatory aliens and native reptilians. This is the device I was calling the Big Secret, but Carol was given instructions for another device that deserves that name more. I can't talk about that one right now ;-)
We activated my own Succor Punch to chase the fellows while Carol used hers to put up a protective barrier, as they had caused a wound in her etheric field that was causing her some pretty intense pain in her lower back. I sent them all the beam of intense blue orgone, pulsing at 15Hz, a frequency that is anathema to all predatory and parasitic entities, from which they were unable to break free. Carol and I traced the source of the energy to the queen of a very large reptilian hive that ran from Swakopmund, Namibia, to a large swamp, 200 miles north of Kinshasa, Zaire. We learned that this reptilian queen was directly responsible for maintaining the network of voodoo societies throughout Africa, through ten of her offspring with human fathers. Credo Mutwa tells that the queen had invited him to mate with her but he refused. We found this out later on.
The 'son' of the queen in Kenya occupied a key natural vortex west of Nairobi. Carol had noticed the vortex in the distance on her trip to the village and saw that it was severely distorted. She had hoped to travel there on the way back and put the other holy handgrenade there to heal it, but nobody would agree to take her there because of the reputation of the place as a site where cannibalism was openly practiced. One Kenyan did agree to later put the HHg on the grounds of the presidential palace in Nairobi, though.
When we were tracing the energy from the visitors, I asked Carol to take a look at the man in the vortex. We knew at that point that he was 'energizing' our visitors but we weren't aware of his mom until Carol screwed up her courage enough to take a close look at him and his surrounding. It must have been pretty frightful, but of course that fellow is in the business of frightening people. She told me that he's obviously not completely human and that he was in the process of eating a human body part, raw, when she looked in on him. It was only a short jump after that to connect with the mom, whom we immediately energized in the customary manner. This took the wind out of the sails of our visitors instantly, and they were pretty pitiful looking as they stumbled around trying to figure out what happened. The connection they'd created in Carol's energy field, through which we found our way to the reptilian queen, also vanished at that point, though we kept up the connection we'd formed with the queen through the Succor Punch.
'Succor' means 'to nourish,' by the way. I don't think it's possible to harm anyone with this energy, which is why I've arranged for people to be able to buy them now. I don't take money for this, but Michelle Ridgley is making and selling them according to our specifications. I've asked her not to sell these to anyone who doesn't have a cloudbuster, because I feel that one will more certainly use this in a balanced way if he/she is in the presence of a very strong, balancing orgone generator, which is what the cloudbuster is. Michelle also makes and sells cloudbuster kits and finished cloudbusters if one feels unable or unwilling to follow the instructions for making a cloudbuster which are found on www.metatech.org in the 'chembuster' section. Note that this is not our website and that we don't necessarily support the other discussion you'll find there.
The voodoo guys went back home after that. Carol assures me that they had believed that their 'power' originated within themselves, so they became confused and disoriented when we jerked the rug out from under them. They left shortly after that, but we continued to energize them for several days after that during the time of day when they were in their most sound sleep. They say it's a bitch to get enough sleep when you work nights, so it was convenient for us that they were sleeping soundly when we were wide awake. Allowing for the 11-hour time difference, we woke them up every day when their clocks said 9AM, which is right about when they go into REM sleep. I bet they had nightmares about us when we eventually let them have their day's sleep ;-) They still come around once in awhile, but they're discreet now, so we don't bother them. Some folks may never love you, but most everyone can be made to respect you.
Shortly after the 'dust settled' that night, some Pleiadians showed up in the room to heal the damage done to Carol's etheric body. I noticed them as a distinct feeling, just before Carol said, 'the Pleiadians are here!' Once I saw one of them in a waking vision as a vaporous blue entity with a black sky and a dazzling, blue sun in the background. I found our years later, during a visit to Mt. Shasta with Carol, that this entity is a Pleiadian and I got the same feeling when they came to heal Carol that night. The dolphins' energy is similar to that, though much easier for me to identify with. I can tell you that our experiences make the Star Trek series and movies seem a little crude and clumsy to us, though I think that those programs are a priceless service to the whole human race and are almost prophetic.
I was corresponding almost daily those days with Gert Botha in Namibia. He lives within twenty miles of the portal at the southern end of the African reptilian hive. He located it in consultation with us through email and started making plans to close it with a holy handgrenade, but that's another story. You may remember that Gert got the most dramatic cloudbuster results by stopping the sandstorms that had been almost daily occurrences in that part of the Namib Desert and later bringing several weeks of thunderstorms there. I'll always consider that Afrikaaner desert rat my soul brother.
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Episode 17 The Canada Excursion
By Don Croft
March 7, 2002
We had closed the west portal of the native reptilian hive in western Canada last August with a holy handgrenade. That was near Ft. Steele, BC, on the western edge of the Canadian Rockies, not far north of the US border. We had found the eastern portal, by dowsing the map, in the vicinity of Calgary, Alberta, just across the mountains and farther north. A month after we closed the first portal we attempted to cross the border but were turned away.
This time, though, we decided to just keep trying different border crossings until we got into Canada, but we got through on the first attempt-barely.
The guard asked me a series of questions. The last was 'What's the name of your business?' and I hesitated, since it has no name (nor license, bond, tax number, etc.) before saying 'World Without Parasites!' A crowd of guards with pepper spray (they aren't allowed to have guns) swarmed out of the customs house, dragged me out of the car, threw me on the ground and roughly handcuffed me!
Just kidding-they just had us go in and get checked out by an immigration officer, who gave us dire warnings about what the US border guards would probably do on our return ;-) It used to be so easy! Then we were loose in Canada. Bwahahahaha!!
We drove by the former portal at Ft. Steele and Carol said the energy there was good. They use a combination of natural vortices and prominent natural features usually, like a steep hillside, big hole in the ground, lake, etc.
We hadn't made a secret of why we were going to Calgary and I advised the reptilians who were following us to tell their friends to get into the hive before we got to the portal.
Most people fail to realize that no non-humans can interfere with anyone physically when we're conscious. They have to wait for an opportunity to mess with us when we're in a semi-conscious or unconscious state. Just having a HHg around will discourage all but the most persistent agents (non-humans and gov't operatives alike) from approaching us, and a Succor Punch, used judiciously, will train them to keep their distance forever after.
Two craft kept flying directly over us, and three times one of them dropped something on our windshield which sounded like pebbles. We weren't following other vehicles, the road was clear and the sky was cloudless. After three times, Carol used the Succor Punch on them and they dropped far behind us & monitored at a distance. Carol said they didn't think we'd close their other portal until we got within a hundred miles of so of Calgary. It seems that the various hive queens communicate with each other on a 'need to know' basis, since several predatory hives have been closed down in the past year or so, but the new ones apparently don't believe we can do that.
The location was northeast of Calgary. While driving through the city I got lost and went several miles in the wrong direction. At that point, though, Carol could see the vortex in which the portal was located, so we just drove toward that and eventually found the right highway. A little while later, we could see the location from the highway-it appeared to be in or near the city's electrical power plant, which was lit up like Disneyland. That made sense to me, since we'd seen, in daylight, a couple of reptilian discs flying along the high tension lines that go to Los Angeles, apparently drawing power to enable them to cloak themselves. Parasites are as parasites do, after all.
We were near the entrance to the power plant when Carol saw the two craft bolt into an opening in the ground in a small grove of trees just across the highway from the guarded entrance. I turned around, parked the car and walked to the grove, where I put an HHg in a good spot. I felt people watching me as I got back into the car and Carol said that the guards were instructed to monitor activity across the highway, though they weren't told why. Carol said that about eight craft got into the hole before we got there. I saw two of them as we were approaching the city. At night, they flash intermittently but not rhythmically like the lights on aircraft do.
I wanted them all to get into the hive before we closed their remaining portal because it apparently takes a long time to make another one and because they're kind of like old Samurai, who are unemployable once their master has died. The nicer reptilians will absorb newcomers into their hive, but the predatory ones won't, except as lunch, perhaps.
Since we'd been on the road for twelve hours, we got a motel near the Olympics complex on the west edge of town. It was pretty cold, and we noticed with a little trepidation that all of the cars there had oil pan heaters which were plugged into the wall.
Carol barely got the car started next morning due to the cold. By the way, a Canadian who is married to a Spanish woman told me that the name 'Canada' actually is from the Early Spanish mapmakers who, when asked what was in that region, replied, 'Aca, nada!' That means, 'Up there, nothing!' I don't know if that's true, but it's a terrific antidote ;-)
Actually, any American who travels in Canada has to admit that it's a lot prettier than here. It did occur to me that perhaps the reason there were so many natives there when the white man arrived is that they could be assured of not being attacked for about nine months out of every year due to the numbing cold.
The next twelve-hour drive through the Rockies and Glacier National Park was along one of the most scenic highways on the continent. A fellow who was directing traffic for a road repair crew visited with us for a few minutes while we waited to pass. He told us that forty below zero in both Celsius and Fahrenheit are the same actual temperature, and that's what Canadians consider cold. We Americans who listen to Prairie Home Companion and shiver at the thought of living in Minnesota during the winter really don't have a clue about how cold a place can be and still be considered home.
We went directly west but the next day we were in a rain forest in Vancouver, BC, putting an HHg in a lake surrounded by vibrant green vegetation. We spent that night in Chilliwack, though, which is at the eastern end of the Fraser River Valley, 60 miles from Vancouver, where glacial peaks can be seen on three sides. We wanted to meet Dennis, who has a cloudbuster there, and tell him the good news that his cloudbuster was destroying the chemtrails in Kamloops, BC, 150 miles away to the northeast. I didn't have his last name or phone number, unfortunately.
By the way, those chemtrails in Kamloops were the first we saw along the way from our home in northern Idaho.
On day three we drove down the valley to Vancouver, stopping to call Dale in Alergrove, who was not able to spend the day with us, but who is in the process of putting together a plan to heal the wounded earth in his neighborhood with HHgs to supplement his cloudbuster's efforts.
Carol had dowsed fifteen locations in the metropolitan area. As it turned out, most of these locations are in parks, which supports Preston Nichol's claim that predatory activity is protected in perpetuity (they wish!) by placing it on city, county, state or national parks.
We put down eight HHgs on the way to Steven's to save time. Most of them had obvious characteristics, and most of them were fairly remote from people's homes and businesses. After I put one in Deer Lake in Burnaby I saw somebody peeking at me from behind a tree. Carol told me it was a tree spirit and that she saw her, too. The elemental was very pleased with what I'd done and wanted me to know it. These are usually as tall as people. I saw one in a photo of a tree once.
We met Steve at his apartment in the early afternoon, and took a second map so he could dowse the locations in the West End, which is the downtown area of the city. We did this in Wakopmund, Namibia, with our friend Karsten, who dowsed the same locations that Carol did on a separate map. Steve has a natural talent for this, which didn't surprise me. I could have spent a couple of days just looking at his interesting books and artifacts, but we needed to do the city, so went off to work after having coffee and some map dowsing.
Thank Grid Steve had the presence of mind to keep us on track going to the nine locations they dowsed. I really appreciate people like Steve who can stay that focused. I'd gotten lost several times before I reached his address and Vancouver is one of those cities that aren't laid out strictly on a grid. It is the most beautiful city in North America, though, and filled with a variety of ethnic populations, which adds to its charm.
Steve's cloudbuster was in great shape and needed no improvement. We really like what he did with the magnets and coils around the pipes & I'll try that on one of ours. It's sixty feet off the round but Carol said the energy is clear and large, just like ours. His barrel of aluminum made me a little green with envy, but I got over it. His first attempt at making an HHg didn't turn out as he wished, but Carol said it would be appropriate for the Masonic Temple. We had been taking turns depositing the HHgs, and when we got to the temple it was Steve's turn. As we were parking, a mason was approaching, looking rather intently into the car. Carol told us he was telepathic and knew we were up to something, but Stever managed to get his HHg in place in the few seconds we were out of the fellow's view as he turned a corner. He saw us again as he entered the temple, but Steve was getting back into the car.
That was the only close call that day, though the same cop showed up each time we stopped to put an HHg in the first four locations earlier in the day. Carol said he was giving a visual confirmation and that a transponder, connected to satellites, has been in our car since we were in Death Valley in January. Now I understood why they broke into our car there (I had put clear tape across all the door, hood and trunk edges before we went to bed that night, and the front passenger door 'seal' had been compromised). We decided to just leave it there because we get points for not being intimidated by the predatory world regime. I like getting points, though it feels like we've already won the game. It's kind of like counting coup ;-) I'm sure it drives them to distraction. I'd put Carol up against their best psychics any day. I think we've already done that a few times, actually.
We noticed that the edge of the HAARP overcast moved closer in toward the city during the day, but the sky changed when we were done and it rained steadily after that, which indicated a change for the better in the city's orgone field. Carol had noted that the excellent orgone blanket had been suppressed to the ground as though by quilt stitches, which we all undid with the HHgs. We feel sure that this has put Steve's CB in touch with that field, so the earth will now be able to use it better to communicate with the sky and re-establish the right weather patterns.
I got to put the HHg in Queen Elizabeth Park ;-) and I put it between the roots of a very tall tree. On Friday, the previous day, we got thirty rolls of Canadian pennies at a bank in Revelstoke, BC, because I like to put the Queens' face on each of our Terminators, as a kindness to her. This is one small way that she can vicariously work off (through the zapper's healing energy) some of the personal debt to humanity and the earth that is accruing from her enthusiastic sponsorship of this predatory, genocidal, poisonous world regime's banking houses in London and New York.
As we drove the thirty or so miles to the US border, the rain continued, then stopped right before the crossing. On the other side, the wind was blowing the opposite way (from the east) and there was no rain.
The only problem getting back into the US was when the border guard saw the remaining HHgs and asked me what they were. I had him hold one and put his nose over the point and told him they were gifts, which is certainly true. Carol was pretty impressed that I got him to do that. In case you don't know, when you put your nose over the point of an HHg and breathe, the effect is exactly like when you breathe pure oxygen-your rib cage expands like an accordion and you feel rejuvenated. That's an orgone effect.
Episode 18 We Slowed Time Down on Saturday, March 23, 2002
By Don Croft
March 26, 2002
Dr. Linda Kingsbury is an old friend and associate of my wife's. She has a healing center here in Moscow, Idaho and is particularly gifted at working with herbs through the elementals that are the herbs' custodians.
A couple of years ago, while recuperating from a bone fracture (it forced her to slow down ;-) she had a vision of a 'launch pad' made primarily from a copper grid configuration. A month or so ago, she felt a strong need to have a large pyramid in her studio, so I made one out of copper pipes and fittings-ten feet square, each side an equilateral triangle, so it's around seven feet tall. Her intention was to have her healing circle gatherings within the pyramid. Usually, five, or so, local women, including Carol, show up for these at the new moon to work on healing themselves, the city, the region and the planet. (A side-note: a few weeks ago somebody on the CB forum posted that breathing over the point of a holy handgrenade was like breathing pure oxygen, and sure enough, we found it to be true.) There's a St. Buster's Button in one corner of the ten foot pyramid which keeps the pyramid highly charged with pure orgone and free of the unbalanced orgone altogether. The ladies took turns standing on a ladder and sniffing over the apex of the ten footer. One of them became quite dizzy, like when you hyperventilate, and Carol said that if you touch the person who is breathing over the apex you get the same breathing effect yourself. Taking the little St. Buster's Button away from the larger pyramid diminishes that effect quite dramatically.
Linda had asked me for a smaller pyramid, two feet square, to be put inside the larger one, but didn't yet know why she needed it.
Within a few days of Linda's initial 'pyramid request,' a fellow E-mailed me with an odd story (I like anything odd, of course). His partner had just disappeared and their equipment was confiscated shortly after they announced that they'd slowed down time in the field under a rotating pyramid which had crystals in the corners. I knew right away that his story and Linda's obsessions were connected, so I told Linda about it and she agreed to experiment with us in that vein and promised to see about recalling the exact pattern of the 'launch pad' grid she'd seen in her vision.
Linda and Carol are both adept at spontaneous astral travel, by the way, so it's a real party whenever they get together. L's vision of the launch pad gave her the impression it was for the purpose of astral travel.
I was getting a kick out of knowing that my ideas would cause things to happen lower down than the psychic centers ;-) In fact, it turned out that the focal point of the energy of this experiment was between the heart and solar plexus of the person sitting under the rotating pyramid. If any travel was to take place, it was guaranteed to happen in a more integrated way than via the astral.
I quickly made two pyramids, two feet square, out of ½" copper pipes, last Friday, being careful to screw all of the joints together so that it wouldn't come apart and drop on somebody' head while rotating. I dowsed the crystals to use and put a small D/T in each corner of the bottom, axes diagonal and horizontal, and a 4" long, single terminated one, that I got from a roadside vendor in the Namib Desert in January, hanging from the apex straight down. Linda wrapped that one in copper wire so it would hang better.
She had drawn a rough diagram of the launch pad on paper for us, having gotten the inspiration again shortly before that. It includes the spiral that she designed for the St. Buster's Button (therapeutic holy Handgrenade) last June.
So we showed up at Linda's office Saturday afternoon ready to go to work (play). We dowsed the correct height of the small pyramid and hung it by a looped string so it would keep spinning when we wound it up. Carol took her watch off and laid it beside Linda, who was the first subject, after we both synchronized our watches.
I don't need to go into all the details at this point, but clearly we needed the launch pad diagram to complete our experiment, so we each took a turn for about twenty minutes under it while the other two watched. Carol and Linda were watching the aura and pyramids' energy & I was just watching the countenance, which my work with zappers over the years has given me some awareness of (when a person's brain parasites are killed, for instance, there's a marked improvement of one's countenance-sometimes the person looks like somebody else within about twenty minutes). Carol and Linda both considerably lightened when they were sitting under the pyramid, more so when they put the launch pad under them.
The launch pad has an axis. When it's turned sideways, the energy is drawn downward. When it's turned front to back, the energy moves upward and there's apparently a change of mass when this is done as the pyramid overhead turns in a clockwise direction.
Without the launch pad some interesting things happen, but they're not particularly noteworthy. All of us could feel the whirling energy created by the rotating pyramids, and it only felt really nice when it was going clockwise. Our take is that this is when we lost one minute on the watch within the field in about one hour rather than when the pyramid was rotating counter clockwise. That will be easy to check, of course.
We'll get around to experimenting some more sometime, but I think it's more important to get this little report out successfully than to get bigger results, and it's going to take me a few days to make the launch pads (I'm making two, of course ;-) out of soldered wire, sandwiched in two pieces of 12" diameter plywood. Linda envisioned another pyramid (the second one I made ;-) inverted in the first one, sort of like the Merkaba, so that will come shortly & I'll send you a report on that, too. We'll be getting a five-legged Star Gate from George Hughes when he returns to England next month (thanks, Ronen in Israel, for telling us about George and your own Star Gate!)! I'm sure this is connected to what we're doing.
The fellow who contacted me with the time manipulation account wanted to get a cloudbuster so that he could have enough protection to get back to work without getting molested again. I haven't heard from him since, but I suspect I will someday.
Notice that this is extremely low tech. The predators at Montauk and other secret government facilities, who mistake feral cunning for intelligence, are getting results with time manipulation using gigawatts of electricity and lots and lots of alien technology, but I believe we're onto something here that is in line with the technology of the Lemurians and other higher races who are not stuck in a predatory loop like the races who are involved with our alleged world order. Dr. Grebbenikov, Viktor Schauberger and a few others have also discovered principles of gravity manipulation that are relatively low tech but profoundly effective. In most cases, these pioneers learned what they knew by observing nature, not by delving into clumsy materialistic science as the Montauk researchers and their alien handlers have done and for which they're apparently already paying their spiritual dues ;-)
However, I'm in total agreement with Danion Brinkley's assertion that all of the high tech communication and transportation devices we're all using now are important intermediate steps up toward the level of no tech reliance on our own psycho-spiritual natures to manifest our needs in harmony with universal law. We would do well to honor where we are now, since that's the only way we'll be getting the information we need to move beyond it.
This report is an act of aggression on my part, pure and simple. I 'm sending this out to you before posting it on the cloudbuster forum so that the fed agents who have been interfering with the posts of some of the members there will know that there are other ways to get this information out to a lot of people, and, believe me, They Will Know ;-) that they screwed up when they delayed my Sunday morning posting for a day and a half.
Most of the real news never gets the attention of most people. It's not necessarily because they're brainwashed, per se, but rather because most people are accustomed to and expect sensationalism. It's another reason most people don't see the abundant ufos in our atmosphere these days. Without a Hollywood soundtrack, this stuff just doesn't have a lot of impact, let's face it.
To me, the most important historical incident recently was not the feds' blowing up the WTC and Pentagon from the inside, with high explosives. It was the fact that thousands and thousands of people crammed into the places where Michael Moore gave his talks and signed his book, STUPID WHITE MEN.
As a conspiracy book, this is not particularly profound, though he did a good job peeling back the most superficial of the many layers of the Bush family's centuries-long tradition of criminal activity and genocide. The real significance is that masses of people are expressing their distrust and non-support of this government, an unprecedented show of non-support, in fact.
This means that the alleged government no longer governs at all. We Americans have such a strong mandate of personal freedom that even the most thoroughly brainwashed are now waking up to the fact that this regime rules rather than governs, and we all find rulership by the alleged elite simply unacceptable. What I'm saying is not sedition, but rather good medicine. I don't even own a gun, nor do I believe that violent opposition or even work stoppages and strikes are appropriate. We have reached a stage of maturity that allows us to simply create a better alternative than tyranny, and we can do it without anyone missing a meal or losing a job.
David Icke gave a lecture in 1998, shortly before Hale-Bopp was to hit our lovely planet (diverted, according to Al Bielek, by our planetary defense system, Star Wars) and told this joke: If Hale-Bopp hits land, it will cause the dust to obscure the sky, destroying life on earth; if it hits the ocean it will cause tidal waves that will wipe out all coastal cities; if it hits the Federal Reserve Bank, it will cause the whole world to prosper.
That's the alleged government I'm referring to, not their puppet- politicians in Washington, DC, who will do our bidding as soon as their banker overlords have been forced (at our insistence-We're the true government) out of their penthouses and into the jail house. Nobody needs to be shot, though the guilty do need to be held accountable.
The Santa Rosa County Sheriff (the only Constitutionally allowed law enforcer in the county) can do that on June 21 this year if he feels like it. The perpetrators will all, literally, have their pants down at Bohemian Grove as usual on that date, without any of their body guards or Secret Service agents to fight for them. Carol and I plan to be there, along with Gregg Wion and other cloudbuster aficionados, and we'll be happy to lend our assistance ;-)
I do believe (speaking of cloudbuster aficionados) that the drought in North America is now ended, thanks to around 150 cloudbusters located in key positions around the continent. This has all been documented by members of the forum over the last six months in the form of weather reports and observations centered on their cloudbusters.
There's more snow in the Rockies east of us than anyone's ever seen, and the salmon run is also unprecedented. Lake Champlain, which was nine feet below normal levels, is now apparently up to where it should be, only two months later. The bees, including honey bees, are flying in the southern states already, reversing the trend of recent years of arriving later and later, even into the summer, and the birds are singing again where there are cloudbusters-remember the last time you heard birds singing? When we see blue sky and white, puffy clouds, our hearts ache with the realization that years of chemtrails had made that sight extremely rare, and people in the cities where there are CBs are learning what life can be like without smog.
Now that the chemtrail and HAARP weather control apparati are nearly disabled, we need to disable the mind control towers that are springing up in every neighborhood throughout the world. These have the flat, vertical plates arranged all around the mast and each plate has a 3" thick cable going to it from underground. As far as we can tell, these are not even usually on the power grid, so it's coming from underground-the implications are mind boggling, aren't they! These may have been set up to trigger illnesses in certain areas, even in certain racial groups, and even genocide, but without the chemtrails, we believe this will no longer be possible.
We've found that disabling the primary towers, which are usually over a hundred feet tall and located on high ground will automatically disable the neighborhood towers. I’m sure most of us have noticed how close these are together, which makes it obvious that they're not cell phone towers. We've disabled them in Africa, Canada and the US in our travels. Just put a holy Handgrenade as close as you can comfortably get to the tower and it's out of service forever because you've removed the essential deadly orgone field. NO predatory technology can operate without plenty of deadly orgone (seen as smog, usually, but not always) which is why it's so easy to protect ourselves with orgone generating devices which reach out, grab the deadly/dead orgone and transmute it into healthy orgone.
Happy Hunting! www.metatech.org 'chembuster' section has instructions for the holy handgrenades. If you send a stamped, self-addressed envelope to me, I'll mail out plans for the pyramids and the launch pad. Don Croft, 212 Henley St., Moscow, Idaho 83843
Let's all do the time manipulation experiments and pool our information, okay? Don't worry, the jack-booted thugs won't come out from under their rocks to draw attention to what you're doing ;-) Besides, they're too busy monitoring our email to be out murdering innocents any more. Remember that you need to have a cloudbuster to join the forum. This has kept the obfuscators and agent provocateurs away.