By Don Croft <email@example.com>
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 perfoming 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
Here’s the part that is truly difficult for me to write, so please bear with
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 til 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.”
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