I have been
fretting over writing this report for over a month because I
still have not come to terms with the experience and what it
means to me and my further course of action. but here is the
Johannesburg, 4 September 2006
It was supposed to have been
the trip of all trips, the expedition of all expeditions.
Since at least 2 years I had wanted to do this and
preparations were extensive. Many people had helped us to
make this great trip possible with donations and moral
XL from Austria had joined me to share the experience.
For a description of the planned
Originally planned trip
The arsenal of orgonite for the trip
We had 7full size
CBs, 2000 TBs, plenty of HHGs, many Dolphin Busters, Earth
pipes and Etheric Sticks on board. XL had also brought some
very special gift for special places.
But it was going to be a very
different trip from what we expected. Read here what
Zimbabwe - a country falling apart
The trip already started with
some strange confusion as we already lost the way in South
Africa on the main road to the Zimbabwean Border, which I
had travelled many times in the past.
those who are not familiar with regional events in Southen
Africa, I want to give a short introduction to the situation
to what's going on in Zimbabwe.
Zimbabwe has been spiraling to economic destruction after
The Mugabe Government started chasing the white farmers from
their land a few years ago.
Since then the country has not only lost most of it's
agricultural production and export earnings but
hyperinflation and an increasingly draconian neostalinist
approach have crippled all business in the country.
Essentially 5 out of 17 million Zimbabweans are now "over
the border", that means making a living by working illegally
in South Africa. Interestingly that is about the same
proportion East Germany reached after 40 years of communism,
only in Zimbabwe it took a mere 4 years to achieve the same
No ordinary economic activity is possible any more in
Zimbabwe and people are generally desperate, while the
government prosecutes the poor fellows that try to find some
fire wood in the forests as "fire wood poachers" and puts
them in prison, while high officials curruptly organise big
game hunting safaris for rich foreigners with impunity.
Sick people are brought to hospital on handcarts, and many
die on the way, in the morgues dead bodies are openly
rotting because of lack of refrigeration.
EU and Commonwealth (and I think the US as well) have put
the country on sanctions which contribute to the meltdown of
They also make it easy for Mugabe to blame the whole
calamity publicly on Tony Blair and MI6 or what he calls
Of course the history is complex and nothing is what it
seems to be.
Mugabe uses a shrill anticolonial rethoric which still buys
him a lot of support all over Africa.
But the irony is
that he is factually working for the New World Order take
over of his country.
It is necessary to know that he was put in his position by
Lord Carrington, the "British Kissinger" in the Lancaster
House Negotiations in the 70s that led to the present
Majority Government in Zimbabwe after the renegade settler
republic Rhodesia broke away from England with it's white
minority government and was finally overcome by a plethora
of liberation movements with lots of western secret service
support, Mugabe's only being one of them and not the most
popular one. One of his first acts in stabilising his rule
was a well publicised massacre of more than 20 000 people in
Matabeleland who were deemed to be loyal to the competing
and possibly more attractive rebel leader Joshua Nkomo.
In these talks a 20 year moratorium for land reform was
agreed and large sums of money promised for implementing a
peace- and lawful land redistribution programme after those
20 years by Great Britain,
because of course the white land grab by Cecil John Rhodes
and his cronies in the 1880s was a historical injustice of
This promised aid never came forth of course. So in a sense
there is some truth in Mugabe's public Argumentation, only
that, sadly but true, he works for exactly the forces of
destruction that he so eleoquently lambasts in his hateful
public speeches .
Be that as it may, the country is in shambles and ready for
the big corporate take over after the elimination of any
middle class, be it black or white.
that sense Zimbabwe is an advanced model of what's basically
planned worldwide by the ruling elite:
The elimination of any economically independent group,
creation of a state where a small functional elite is
required to "keep things going" and a mass of rightless and
economically enslaved serfs, as many as needed, to keep up
comfort levels for the elite. The majority of "useless
eaters" (NWO parlance, not mine) is to be eliminated by
biowarfare like "AIDS", vaccination programmes, starvation,
attrition wars , weather manipulation and other forms of
So look at Zimbabwe: It's a testing ground for certain
policies, just like Ruanda, Burundi and the Congo.
(I forgot to mention Cambodia etc...)
And my feeling is that that's exactly the job that Mugabe is
paid to do.
Your Bank Manager (I'm not talking about your branch
manager, who is probably a nice person and has no clue of
what's going on) is also working for the same goal and
vision, hoping that he will be part of the elite, haha..
Never forget that!
is of course only to happen if we're not able to stop these
plan's in their tracks and create an atmosphere in which
self organisation and self reliant prosperity are encouraged
to grow worldwide, replacing the fraudulent international
money system (wealth extraction scheme). Massive saturation
with orgonite holds the promise of turning things around
apart from it's immediate positive effects on the weather
and fertility of farm land, securing abundant crops and
stopping attempts at mass starvation through weather
You can imagine that the atmosphere in the country is pretty
tense, can't you?
President Mugabe of
Zimbabwe - MI6's best asset in the country?
Whenever I sound my theory that Mugabe is actually doing the
MI6's bidding in destroying his own country I get a lot of
approval and mostly a lot of additional information from
intelligent and awake Zimbaweans (of which there are many)
For example what I just heard in Conversations during this
turbulent visit is that the "great mining houses",
especially LONHRO under Tiny Rowlands shifted their
allegiance from the white minority government to support the
rebel movements, just like the western secret services did.
Nothing is what it seems to be in this world of deceptive
layers of smoke and mirrors...
formation near Ngundu, an underground base is not far from
going via Masvingo, the Town near the Ruins of Great
first night we stayed in a lodge in Ngundu, about 100 km
everything in Zimbabwe, the lodge was on the edge of
warm water, but of course the prices stayed the same as in
better days and were to be paid in foreign currency.
received very interesting information from an anonymous
source, who claimed to have been a former operative in the
secret "one world army" that messes up Africa with all these
there is no war in Africa that is not run by outside secret
services who mostly create he various 3-letter "liberation
movements" that murder and create mayhem. All these
Insurgent movements are equipped and suported by the "One
World Army" of the "New World Odor".
monster has many names, call it UN, French Foreign Legion,
South African Mercenaries, CIA, MI6.
activities are supported by a network of underground bases
with weather warfare and mind control capacities, secret and
forbidden territories for training and assembling armies
etc. Most rebel insurgencies originate from the vast "game
reserves" in Africa that are mostly already under the
control of cover organisations like the WWF (run by Prince
Charles of British royalty)
but in Africa is the NEW WORLD ODOR so obvious and so
murderous at this present moment in history.
information I received consists of a map with the location
of 100s of different places that are allegedly some kind of
underground bases, some of them military, some of them alien
already started acting on this information on a tentative
basis in South Africa and had received very good results.
That means great changes in atmospheric energy after
treating these places.
found clues at some of the places that indeed indicated some
trying to say here is that I am not able to judge the
authenticity of the information we received and therefore
treat it as unverified for the time being, but events of
this trip as well as or previous experiences tend to add a
lot of plausibility to this information.
first of these underground bases was near Runde. The place
is marked as some kind of memorial on the map. Interestingly
we found a network of construction roads to indicate that
there had been some kind of activity going on, and they (the
roads) were demolished only close to the main road so that a
casual passer by would not notice anything special happening
in the bush.
The map was spot on again!
fine tuning work of placing the gifts at the right spot one
still needs some intuitive guidance, but luckily my travel
Companion XL was quite good with that.
normally place 1 or
2 earth pipes over an underground base and possibly a
HHG or some TBs for support.
Kyle near Great Zimbabwe
back to the Area of the famous ruins of Great Zimbabwe which
had already been gifted twice, was a revelation:
though we are at the end of the dry winter season, the place
looked surprisingly lush and a peaceful, very positive
time I had been there with Kelly, also known as Laozu, when
we gifted a vortex nearby and left some general gifts in the
time we actually gifted the lake itself for the first time
and found another hilltop array that had escaped my loving
attention the last 2 times.
hill complex of Great Zimbabwe
The seat of an entity that Kelly noticed at
our last visit
our guide Robson who had also guided Kelly and myself last
great enclosure seen from the hill complex
conical tower in the great enclosure
Arriving in Harare, the capital of Zimbabwe, we checked into
a derelict Motel that was nevertheless charging the proud
amount of 50 USD. The next day was reserved for Harare and
Generally the energy around Harare felt very bad. Also we
got stopped by a corrupt policeman who was fishing for a
bribe by threatening to search ou car thoroughly and by
several road blocks and traffic cops trying to collect
speeding fines. The brand new radar guns seem to be the only
functioning equipment in Zimbabwe.
We did 2 underground bases outside town and another one near
The one at the airport was obvious as it had various vent
shafts showing above ground. The other ones vere invisible
but felt very nasty energetically.
We also did the town centre and residential suburbs.
the evening we found the place of Sheik Yusuf in
Chitungwidza. He is running an orphanage with a school and
feeds, clothes and teaches about 60 children who would
otherwise live on the street.
Sheik Yusuf and associates in Chitungwidza
Orphanage receives minimal or no support from the government
and everything is very basic, including his own living
quarters. But the place is neat and clean and the children
seem to be happy there.
CB at the orphanage
cloud forming over Chitungwidza after placing the CB
left a CB in his yard and observed some immediate changes in
As so often, a nondistinct grey soup changed into articulate
cumulus clouds even looking more like rain clouds,
Chitungwidza we left in direction Mozambique, leaving gifts
on the way as we went along.
Generally we had felt miserable during our whole stay in
Zimbabwe with short exceptions such as meeting the gentle
and modest Sheik Yusuf. The atmosphere in the country is
generally agressive and negative. One feels like being
ripped off at every bend and corner because everyone is so
desperate to make a living. So we were looking forward to
leaving Zimbabwe quickly.
Involuntary Guests of "His Excellency"
Comrade President Robert Gabriel Mugabe
Shortly before the border post at Nyamapanda we tossed out a
last TB at a bridge . There were people around and XL
actually warned not to do it. But I had never encountered
any difficulties with people watching us toss orgonite and
ignored the warning.
I was to regret that moment of stupidity!
I had not been aware
how close we were to the border and also that all the
seemingly inconspicuous people were police agents in civil
At first we proceeded normally to the immigration and
customs counters at the border, where our passorts got
stamped as usual.
But as we got back to our car, ready to leave, the civil
police agents started questioning us and asked for some
documents that I had never heard about and I got angry with
the officer in civils, another mistake it seems. I had
actually taken the bunch of guys for the usual parasitic
money cangers and "Madobadobas". (that's guys who attach
themselves to every foreigner crossing an african border,
offering "irresistably" to help expedite the process) The
last thing that would have occured to me, would have been
that they were all police agents.
They then told us that we had been observed throwing an
object from the bridge and somebody actually came up with
We were asked to
follow them with the car to the nearby police station for
We saw no other way but full disclosure of what we were
The car was completely searched and of course they were
amazed at the amount of orgonite we had on board.
Any hopes of a speedy clearance and continuation were soon
frustrated when we were told we had to wait for the
In the meantime a lot of the guys were chatting to us in a
friendly manner and we had the impression that we could win
them over. Except for the one officer that I had been
colliding with right at the border, the others were rather
curios and friendly than hostile and soon we had a lot of
budding friendships going on and a lot of Ogrone Pamphlets,
TBs and HHGs diistributed.
But little did we anticipate of things to come!
The commanding officer came late at night and didn't even
want to talk to us much, so we were asked to sleep on the
concrete floor in the charge office where people were coming
and going all the time and the radio was crackling the whole
We were allowed to access our car under supervision of an
officer an get food but they took the car key and our
The next day we were interrogated by the commanding officer
and the CIO (criminal Intelligence Officer) The latter
turned out to be a sympathetic guy. Interestingly his father
had been a Sangoma (traditional healer) He would have let s
go if it had been his decision.
But it was not in his power.
In fact, wave after wave of ever higher ranking officers was
brought in, asking basically the same questions again.
Obviously they wanted to see if we would contradict
ourselves in our story.
I showed them my registration as a traditional healer with
the International Traditional Healers Council of Malawi,
which impressed the CIO but did not lead to our release
I basically told them I was doing my job as a rainmaker,
protected by inernational agreements between the countries
of Southern Africa regarding the work of traditional
Then they decided to take samples of our stuff to Harare for
That would cost us at least another day we thought...
If it had been only another day!
After 2 more days (we were allowed to pitch our tent on the
police grounds for the other 2 nights) with many more
interviews and basically getting to know all the guys at the
station, befriending most of them in the process, it was
decided we had to be transferred to another station where
higher ranking officers wanted to have a look at us.
I was taken in my car, accompanied by 3 officers, using our
last diesel, while XL was taken in a police van.
Interestingly one of the officers made a remark, clad in a
question, that showed that they were aware of outside
interference ito their weather, meaning HAARP based weather
warfare. The question insinuated that our tools might
contribute to this foreign sponsored drought creation
XL's journey turned out to be the much more eventfull one
because the offices used the vehicle for a lot of brisk side
business on the way, like transporting chickens and goats,
taking passengers for payment and buying some boxes of soap
somewhere, trying to sell it at a profit in another village.
Hence he was not to be seen at our first destination, the
police station in Murewa. As soon as we arrived there, new
orders from above arrived, and we had to continue to
Marondera, the central police station for the province of
Mashonaland East. XL arrived about 3 hours later due to the
business detours of "his" police offices.
Arriving at Marondera, we already found groups of very high
ranking officers (judging by their clothing and demeanour)
waiting for us.
The Car was completely offloaded and searched again.
A new series of interviews began. We still had the feeling
that we could win them over with our natural charme and
obvious unevil intentions.
I learned from one of the junior officers who was a bit
sympathetic to us that we were now talking to the top
charges of the Zimbabwean secret service (nobody ever
introduced themselves to us by the way) and that President
Mugabe was involved in this.
Quite a confirmation for
our work to get such top level attention, I think.
Unluckily the top secret service man in charge found the
markings of underground bases in my map and that apparently
really sent him on a spin!
Now my computer was searched and they were very dissapointed
that there was nothing on it.
I told them that the markings on the map were bad energy
spots that I had dowsed with a pendulum.
But Mister Secret Police was not very convinced...
The famous map: Underground bases in Southern
and Eastern Africa
here for detailed version)
finally charged with a minor misdemeanor because otherwise
they could not have kept us any longer, not even in
Zimbabwe. The charges amounted to "depositing an object in a
place that is not designated to deposit such object" -
littering in other words - under an ominous "miscellaneous
offences act". They told us that we should sign an
admittance of guilt and we would be out in no time with a
minor monetary fine. We did sign that because it seemed
senseless to deny the charges of having thrown something out
of the window.
Now we were no longer permitted to sleep in a tent but
rather in the normal police cells.
Police detention cells in Moronderas
In a way we were
still privileged because we could keep our clothes on
(normally only one trouser and one shirt, no underwear, no
belt) and get food from our car.
We were even alowed to take our sleeping bags into the cell
after some negotiations. And we had a cell for ourselves.
The more luckless "ordinary" prisoners get no food, no water
whatsoever, they are declothed and sleep on the naked
concrete if they sleep. They may often stay like that for
several days, so that they arrive at court already in a
quite dehumanized state.
I was even able to smuggle my camera into the police cell at
one occasion and take the following snaphots of our luxury
The prisoners of orgone (here still in own
The toilet in our luxury hotel
XL in good spirits
Mr. Tata at Maronderas
During the day we were mostly allowed to move freely on the
grounds of the police station under lose supervision. As in
Nyamapanda we had soon established a good rapport with the
ordinary police officers. But in hindsight I feel that some
of the senior guys just played confidence tricks with us to
get our friendly cooperation and make us voluntarily go to
prison where they would then have all the time in the world
to think about what they were finally going to do with us.
Anything would have been possible: They could have planted
explosives or drugs in our car to get us locked away for a
long time or they could have "shot us while trying to
escape". The options are endless, and I believe that it was
due to the wonderfull support of many people on the
spiritual and etheric level, hat none of these quite
feasible potentialities materialised.
"Picknick" at Maronderas central police
And to prison we
After spending three nights at Marondera police station,
with high hopes that Monday it would all be over with a slap
on the wrist, it was to become worse.
Monday we were escorted to the court to see the public
prosecutor. This slick and well dressed gentleman had no
inclination of treating this as a simple case of littering
but insisted that the forensic report must be in first.
So we were checked into the backward labyrith of holding
cells, all our personal belongings were now were finally
After hours in those ice cold cells with crowds of awaiting
trial prisoners, we were presented in court, where a mean
and lazy looking lady magistrate decided to keep us in
So we were to make acquaintance with real prison life in
We were led back into the cold mass holding cells to await
transport to prison.
By now it dawned on us that we would be well advised to seek
a lawyers help.
But how to get one?
If you are used to scenes in American movies, where
prisoners have the right to a phone call and access to a
telephone book, that's not what happens in Zimbabwe.
In fact if you don't know a lawyer already, you are
dependant on the wardens who are eager to link you up with
an attorney-buddy, getting a nice kickback from the learned
man in due course. And what about the loyalties of a lawyer
so deeply enmeshed in the court and prison system?
But we had no choice but to go that route and when we
chatted to one of the nicer wardens we asked him to find one
But first we were to be tossed into prison for the night.
Transport was a ramshackle old bus that had to be pushed
into gear by a bunch of prison wardens everytime it
attemptetd to make a trip.
It was filled to more than double capacity with each of us
having another prisoner on his lap, plus the grocery
shopping of the wardens returning from town to prison and
their wives and kids.
A most colourful, almost funny affair.
The bus was to finally break down completely during our time
of stay, whereafter we had to cram in the back of a pick up
truck with an armoured shell. That was really fun then...
Prison was about 15 km out of town invisible from any major
road and looked like a derelict concentration camp with the
multiple perimeters of rusty barbed wire sort of holding the
crumbling buildings together.
Watchtowers and armed guards were completing the picture.
Here we were "declothed", that means we had to stuff our
civilian clothes in a bag and put on a pair of thin torn
khaki shorts an a similar shirt with short sleeves. (To bad,
no photos of this episode)
Then we were tossed into seperate cells in 2 adjacent but
Before entering the
cell for the night (it was almost dark by then) I had to
strip naked, then to enter the cell were 6 other inmates
were already waiting.
Luckily initial fears proved unfounded and my fellow inmates
proved to be quite decent guys, mostly family fathers who
had fallen foul with the alledged law for desperation to
obtain food for their starving families.
In fact I soon learned that some were already sitting more
than 3 years without ever getting tried, just because they
could not afford a lawyer to get them out on bail or
expedite their trial.
They were keeping their cell clean and hat developed many
smart mechanisms to cope with everyday prison life.
One of the many small amenities they had developped was a
game of chess. The pieces were made of dried maize porridge,
the staple food, sometimes accompanied by baked beans.
The black pieces were made of the same, pigmented with ash
from burnt newspaper.
The board was made from cut up bibles of the type that all
these American mind control churches are so freely
distributing in Africa and especially among the prison
This game of chess I kept as a souvenir
The next day we were
ferried to court again, this time in foot shackles because
we were now suddenly clasified as high risk and high
security prisoners, (and those cut into your flesh quite
deep after a while of hobbling along) to sit for ours in the
ice cold holding cells. I learnt to keep myself warm by
doing lots of exercises all the time. (Yoga and bush ups in
shackles: one could introduce that to fancy urban gyms as a
novelty form of yuppie exercise)
This time we finaly met our lawyer.
By the way: If you think that privacy of talks with your
lawyer are a universally granted right of the accused:
Not in Zimbabwe. You talk to your lawyer under the eyes and
ears of a prison warden!
It turned out that we had already seen him and greeted him
while lingering at the police station.
He turned out to be quite alright and helpful after all and
promised to move the case.
He also got us a tube of tooth paste, soap and a minuscule
towel as well as some juice to brighten up our prison diet.
Thursday was now set for our next appearance in court.
He also told us that the case had been complicated because
of a "national security dimension" that was attached to it.
Famous at last: Article in the Herald of 20
(click for readable version)
friendly older warden who had also offered to contact the
lawyer for us, told us that we were famous now and an
article had appeared in the main National Newspaper that
normally parrots exactly whatever is the current government
opinion, The Herald.
The article was highly manipulative and false in most facts,
for example that we had been spotted doing our "evil deed"
by some villagers, while in fact they were all police agents
We spent another long day in prison, whereby I played about
10 games of chess against 3 of my fellow inmates, lost some,
won some, all the time thinking about what would happen to
XL had decided that he would go on a hunger strike by then
to show that he was sick and tired of being friendly and
cooperative (and by the way he did not like the food
anyways). That got them quite scared and they offered him
meat, a rare and desired commodity in this prison, but the
way it looked like, he gave that to his cellmates.
They always came back to me for reassurance and wanted me to
persuade him to eat.
I told them it's his decision and they should not worry as
we would be out soon. (I tried to persuade myself of that)
On Thursday we were
brought to court again (in shackles) where we had a short
meeting with the lawyer.
He assured us that everything was under control.
Hours later we appeared in court and in fact the miracle
The sentence was "cautioned and discharged"
Our criminal record in Zimbabwe: "cautioned
and discharged" (after 9 days)
click here for readable version of picture
finally in sight! It still took hours, but discharged we
were. The deputy prison director, who had certain sadistic
tendencies, seemed to regret it greatly that we were to be
withdrawn from fis sphere of absolute power.
But he still had the audacity to ask me to keep my ears
open, when free again, for some sponsors who might fund a
new prison bus.
This made me think that if they wanted to execute you, they
would probably ask you to buy the bullet for them first....
I still had a late night meeting with the lawyer and some of
his friends. He turned out to be quite a likeable fellow
privately and so were his friends.
I asked him to have a look at the files of my cell mates and
left some money to cover his expenses.
I hope that we can get some of the guys, where the case is
pretty straight and just needs a lawyers touch, out at
We headed straight back to Nyamapanda, this time to leave
for good and the extreme apprehension only left us after we
were safely in Mozambique.
Free at last: XL enjoying the relief of being
out of Zimbabwe
feathers were quite ruffled by then, including the loss of
some 1200 USD that were stolen from the vehicle. Luckily not
much else was missing.
XL felt like breaking off the trip immediately, while I was
all for continuing at least as far as possible.
The compromise found was that we would at least continue to
Malawi, some 600 km from the Mozambican/Zimbabwean border to
liaise with Dr. Chipangula from the International
Traditional Healers Council of which I am a member.
From there we would decide what to do. either XL would fly
home, leaving me to continue if I could find a suitable
companion for the continuation or both of us going home by
His girlfriend had heard of our ordeal via the Austrian
embassy and was by now quite frantic with fear and worry.
The border crossing
into Mozambique was easy and relaxed, quite a relief after
what we had ben through.
Our main target on the short passage through Mozambique was
Tete, according to our by now famous map, home to 2 nasty
Tete had been a stronghold of RENAMO, the western sponsored
rebel army, that destabilised the "revolutionary" MPLA
government for about 20 years with help of the Apartheid
government and of course the whole bouquet of One World Odor
energy in and arond that town felt accordingly very nasty.
Hilltop array above Tete (Mozambique)
Hiltop Array above Tete which proved inaccessible in the
litle time we had, was neutralised by puting a distant drawn
out chain of TBs and one HHG. We busted the transmiters in
town of course, while urgently searching for diesel.
Tete bridge: notice the very negative energy
bases were on the way out of town and both felt very nasty.
One was near a bobed out RENAMO base with smoke blackened
remnants of concrete bunkers, the other one tellingly near a
large UN base with lot's of white Nissen Huts with "UN"
painted on them in supersize letters.
Another base en route to the Malawian border made it's
presence felt by a strange electric feeling, simmilar to
what one sometimes feels near a giant beehive or anthill.
Arriving late at
night in Blantyre, the economic hub of Malawi, we found only
the best hotel in town really inviting and crashed for a
good night's sleep after a sumptuous meal.
In the morning we called Dr. Chipangula and were met by his
associate Dr. Kazua and Chipangula's son, a brilliant kid of
They showed us the way to Dr. Chipangula's house, a modest
little structure in one of the poor parts of town. Dr.
Chipangula is well known and respected all over the country
and far beyond and is the president of the 250,000 member
strong International Traditional Healers Association of
Malawi, of which I am a member as well.
The sky above Blantyre before we put up a CB
looked hazy and opressive in the morning, but that was to
quickly change after we put up a CB up at Dr. Chipangula's
He was no novice to orgonite because TBs and HHGs had been
brought to Malawi by associated healers from Johannesburg,
who were also the ones inviting me to become a member
because of our environmental healing work.
Together with Dr. Chipangula, we found Dr. Chazerezeka and
other healers who were eager to meet us and a steady stream
of visitors was to come and go during our stay.
We agreed to leave most of our Orgonite in the capable hands
of Dr. Chipangula and his organisation, for distribution all
over Malawi, which had recently also been hit by one of the
the NWO fabricated HAARP-droughts in order to create hunger
and "donor dependancy", as usual.
My feeling is that with the Healers' Councils grassroot
network, that spreads into the last corner of Malawi, the 3
CBs, more than 1000 TBs and multiple other gifts will do
magnificent work, better than we could have ever done by
ourselves on a 3 day drive-through visit.
We also left 10 orgone zappers with Dr. Chipangula.
Dr. Chipangula, his son, Dr. Chazerezeka and
myself with CB
What a change: the sky above Blantyre after
placing the CB
This sky is really looking alive now!
generally the lesson of this aborted trip: We cannot do it
In the future
we will do much more to liaise with people in Africa who are
already distributing orgonite, like the group of excellent
busters in East Africa such as Doc Kayiwa and consorts in
Uganda, Judy Lubulwa, David Ochieng and friends in Kenya and
Dean Nyalusi in Tanzania.
After all, Africa cannot be liberated from outside, however
wellmeaning such intervention may be.
The networks of genuine traditional healers who are not yet
corrupted by their various governments like most notoriously
in Zimbabwe, will also play an increasing role in this "True
African Renaissance" .
So, in line with this new found approach we sent lots of
orgonite straight to Nairobi and Dar Es Salaam right after
This in effect guarantees that all the gifts we were
intending to distribute on our trip will find their place in
the intended destinations after all and additionally will
strengthen the emerging African Orgone network, thus
achieving much more than we could ever have achieved alone.
While I was still
hoping to continue the trip at least a liitle bit more, XL
was determined to head home.
His girlfriend had heard of our detention only through the
Austrian Embassy and was frantic with worry by now and his
intuition said it was not advisable to continue.
I was not at first willing to accept that decision and tried
o persuade him to at least accompany me to Daressalam, where
I hoped to find a new companion for the rest of the trip.
We did however, in conversation with a friend who is not
only psychic but also has some reliable links into the shady
world of secret services, learn that it would really not be
advisable to continue, as Mugabe's secret police had sent
out messages to other African countries on our way, to
detain us again and harrass or dissappear us in any possible
We also learnt that the German embassy in Harare had been
involved in the plot to detain and possible dissappear us in
Zimbabwe, quite frightening, considering that Friederike had
put high hopes in the German Embassy to intervene on my
We probably owe our survival to the determined allies all
over the world who etherically blasted the snot out of
Robert Mugabe's occult power structure. (Like all NWO
dictators', his power rests on deeply occult fondations of
voodoo, sorcery and masonic black magic)
We were advised to go home as quickly as possible, via
Zambia and Botswana, avoiding Mozambique (which would have
been the shorter route) and certainly Zimbabwe.
So, after spending 2 nights in Zimbabwe, during which ime we
had much opportunity to get to know the wonderful and gentle
Dr. Chipangula even better, we were given a full Muti
(African Medicine) treatment for our protection and left
Blantyre at Midnight of the 3rd night to be at the Zambian
Border when it opened in the morning.
Psychic attacks were still rampant on the way out, so that I
hit the barrier of a sparsely lit police roadblock with
almost full speed, just 80 km before the border, a stupid
situation from which we could only extricate ourselves by
negotiating a juicy bribe with the 2 senior officers. (We
could have landed in a prison again for that) The dent in my
bumper is an acceptable punishment for this negligence.
Home via Zambia and Botswana
we headed straight
west through Zambia on a mostly bumby and potholed road,
leaving our customary trail of orgonite gifts along the way.
We didn't have time to do anything in tha capital Lusaka,
but just leave a few gifts on the straight way through.
Lusaka would have o be left to some future visit or a yet
unknown future Zambian activist.
Elephants in the Zambezi river above Victoria
Vic Falls - Mosya o tunya (The smoke that
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Rainbow in the falls
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XL at the headwaters
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camped near Livingstone, the Zambian town near Victoria
The falls were in fact the second of the seven wonders of
Africa we originally wanted to cover on our trip, the first
being the ruins of Great Zimbabwe.
We visited the falls, that were almost in full water, in the
morning. Quite an impressive sight and of course some gifts
found their way into the wide and mighty Zambezi above and
below the falls.
It was noteworthy how many HAARP towers were concentrated
especially on the Zimbabwean Bank of the Zambezi. Surely an
attempt to manipulate the strong positive energy of the
While we did everything in Livingstone, we could of course
not access the ones on the Zimbabwean side, so had to
contend with a large Orgone Pyramid on the Zambian side.
We crossed the border into Botwana with the Kazungulu ferry
over the Zambezi (plop, plop, plop again)
and found the Botswana Border refreshingly unbureaucratic.
Botswana is the NWO's "best managed" African country. Thinly
populated and relatively prosperous because of i's 2 main
industries, diamond digging (All in the hands of DeBeers'
joint venture with the Botswana government called Debswana)
and beef export.
You may find that odd, but after so much misery and poverty
it's just great to have roads with proper markings, well lit
intersections and a border where you don't have to pay an
arm and a leg just to be admitted to the country.
Kazungulu Ferry from Zambia to Botswana
After hectic almost
non stop driving for 2800 km, we were finally back in
Johannesburg, and after XL had left, I joined my familly who
were spending some days at the coast with friends where we
had a very nice boat trip, seing a large pod of dolphins
from very close by (of course we had tossed some orgonite)
and 2 humpback wales from further afar.
Dolphins near Shelley Beach, Kwa Zulu Natal
We left some traces after all (blue dots are
State of distribution of orgonite gifts after the trip
Surely we achieved something on this trip, but I don't know
yet what it will be that come out of it. I am still sad for
having missed to meet all the wonderfull people and see the
wonderful places that were lined up on our route.
I hope however that the new approach of working much closer
with our orgone compadres in Africa will be fruitful and
that orgonite will become a mass movement in Africa.
I will soon be going to Zanzibar to meet some of the East
African Activists for some exchange of experiences and
generally getting to know each other.
All the gifts that were intended to go go north have been
distributed, not all at the intended places, but none of the
sponsorships for cloud busters that we received was wasted.
The most gratifying part was of course the interaction with
the Malawian healers and especially Dr. Chipangula to whom I
spoke just a few days ago and he told me how fantastic the
CB works in Blantyre. He is really excited about it.
Dr. Chipangula will soon come to Johannesburg and we will be
able to strategise even further together.
You can help
strengthening this emerging African network by making a
donation under one of the following sponsorship options:
www.orgonise-africa.net or more specifically
September 3, 2006 00:59 by Egoli.buster