Don has been kicking my rerluctant posterior
out of hiding, pointing out that I'm deluding myself that it's
even possible to go unnoticed, given alphabet agencies' scrutiny
of anyone who resists jackboot gumint. So here goes.
I live on an island off the coast of Maine. it's beautiful
-- pink granite mountains, ocean, coves, lakes, ponds, eagles,
and Acadia National Park. It's also (had!) horrible air
pollution. The park service and the weather service intoned
about bad air quality from distant megapolis -- Boston, NYC, the
Ohio River Valley. Cancer rates for the state were alarming.
Me, I looked up and watched the spew planes clotting
perfectly gorgeous skies with choking haze. This often occurred
at times folks would not be noticing, pre-dawn, after dusk. I
like the out-of-doors and was deeply offended, and wild at
feeling helpless to do anything about it.
Last winter, many children and adults were ill with a choking
lingering cough, which went on for months. Pertussis, as
diagnosed, or something dumb like intentional pollution? First
warm day in Spring, I dozed off on the deck on a
bonny make-the-heart-sing morning. I came to, barely able to
breath. The crudtrailcreeps had all but played tic-tac-toe
Furious, and coughing, I began reading online about
chemtrails, and stumbled into the Croft freebee info. Wowza. A
CB finally went up mid-July. I considered the purchase a tithe
to the planet, and to sane life on it. Even if it turned out
I'd been a fool, I was DOING something, and so were a lot of
other folks, all over the world.
Well, lo and behold, I might as well have unleashed a light
saber in the murk. The skies cleared of faux-cirrus and smog,
turned brilliant, like skies of childhood. Cumulous clouds
began forming; hadn't seen any in years. And yes, the tedium of
low-flying planes and helicopters began. The spew palnes went
through a bezerker period of blanketing the skies over the park
(gazillion nature-lover tourists below.) The CB, and relentless
gifting of the island and mainland turned the aerosol tide,
however. Heaviest spew grids took about 20 minutes to
dissipate. We began having days with no spraying at all, glory
days, prettiest I've seen in my 5 years here.
I left the CB in one place, on a granite ledge, in a small
forest clearing. Have since been told it's wiser to move it
just a bit, even inches. Meanwhile, the more I gifted, the more
empowered and gleeful I felt. However, I was doing this
adventure, without making use of protection tools developed by
the Crofts. I gifted a famous mountain's towers, and felt like
I'd been blown backwards through a knot hole. I started
thinking about shelling out for HP, SP, etc. I did, and it's
made a huge difference.
The HP arrived in time for the Bar Barbor Sept. earthquake.
Sonic boom sounds led up to it. I was all but stupefied by a
headache from hell, and was in the process from moving from Bar
Harbor. The CB was still in place. The quake hit, epicenter
~1/8 mi. from the CB. My friends' house, by the CB, shook to
the foundations. I was miserable from the weird malaise, and
got help from dooney and psychiatrist (thank you guys.)
I left the boosting session, pissed, and went gifting around
the island, esp. hitting areas of major predator-class players
and their summer estates, and the park. I also moved the CB, as
it was not ok for my friends to be terrorized, assuming there
was any correlation with the CB's dazzling effects, and the
We've had another quake. USGS gave it a 4.2. Houses shook,
windows rattled, the earth rumbled, the park loop road was
closed from fallen boulders. The strange "sonic" earthbooming
had continued daily and nightly at the old location of the CB.
This latest quake shook the whole island. Something bizarre is
happening with water levels of wells:
Now I wear the HP, and carry Andy's Powerwand in my pack when
I go agifting-ho. (I've noticed many cops, park rangers, and
homeland security Coasties take a wide-eyed look, then back
away and avoid me when I'm out hiking or on errands. As I find
most everyone interesting, and am friendly, strange, no?)
I appreciated Andy's reco to start gifting polling places.
The following concerns timely gifting at a peace rally I
attended on Sat., which I should have posted in this section:
As Don mentioned elsewhere, gifters are likely to be active
across the country and involved in the Oct. 5th activities. The
psychics are by no means asleep at the switch. It would seem to
be an especially useful time to gift while the wasteland folks
may be plotting power-grabs.
This weekend I attended an anti-war rally and march. it was
well attended. Folks young and old and Veterans for Peace drove
and bused in from all over the state (Maine.) I went hours
early to gift the city, the meeting area, and many monstrous
towers. One tower, which had newly risen out of a cranberry
field, caused me one of many sudden sharp turns down country
roads and up mountains. It was fenced, had locked buildings
within the enclosure, the road in was blocked. The monstrosity
had been erected by "Global Tower Partners", which did not give
me a warm fuzzy feeling. My companion in mischief turned pale
several times when I disappeared up granite and into forests.
leaving a succor punch on in the car.
While gifting the park 3 hrs. before the peace demonstration,
a Verizon guy, creepy, was doing something to the two ~4x6ft.
electrical boxes. He sort of shrank back and wouldn't meet my
eye when I strolled past with my pack full of TB's and a PW.
During the speeches, spew planes flew directly over the
gathering, 3 parallel chem trails, which were promptly diffused
into whisps and nothing by all the orgonite, good general energy
I did not know the march route and, therfore, had not gifted
it. I did slip into a couple small parks as we
marched and gifted TB's. Also went back after. and did more.
During the march, the downtown seemed to be a ghost town. A
friend asked if this were the Mojave Desert? Where were all the
people on a Saturday, for goodness sake. Of the few we saw,
some were enthusiatically huzzahing. Bikers and several cops
gave off thuggish rage at anyone protesting anything ever.
The pre-event gifting felt very good indeed. I think now
that gifting there at least the day before would have been
advisable, and maybe folks would have felt safer coming out to
see what was afoot.
The fear meme, left to run wild, can be as virulent as a
pandemic. Orgonite seems to function as a very interesting