By Don Croft <firstname.lastname@example.org>
June 20, 2002
(I was going to title this journal entry, 'Hide and Seek with the NSA',
but I wanted it to reflect our more aggressive attititude toward unlawful
agencies such as the NSA, CIA, FBI, etc.)
Here's a short version for those who are curious about what Carol and
I have been up to, but may not resonate with your view of reality: We left
Moscow, Idaho on Wednesday, June 19, delivered a Chembuster
to Clarkston, Washington, visited our witch friend and CB aficionado, Lori,
in Lewiston, Idaho, the town next door, and headed for Bohemian Grove,
at least the outskirts of it, near Guerneville, California.
We arrived in time for our friend, known on the forum as Greggus, to guide
us to the relevant vortices and to temporary locations for the two cloudbusters
we were carrying and all of that was finished by sunset, which was not bad
at all for about five hours of work.
Bohemian Grove and the Malta Hive
We felt it was important to have everything in place before the satanic
ceremonies by the big owl statue at Bohemian Grove commenced at sunset.
We were also timing it to coincide with the efforts of Kolina and the European
Chembuster crew in Malta, which Carol said were going well in spite of
the concerted effort of many agencies, human and otherwise, to subvert
it. Kolina is very sharp about these things and knows what to do.
They went to Malta to close off the west portal of the primary, predatory
reptilian hive on the planet, which is intimately connected with the secret
group that compels the Illuminati to hold those infantile, degrading ceremonies
each year at Bohemian Grove. Remember that none of the Illuminati whose
names have ever been mentioned are the ones in charge, including the Rothschilds,
Prince Thurm und Taxis, et al. If you've ever read their names,
they are underlings.
Carol was prevented from going to Malta by the feds, who kept her passport
until after her scheduled departure date. No matter, of course, since
she really needed to be with me on this trip in order for it to be successful.
She'll go next month and build on what Kolina and crew have done so well.
There are many vortices there that had been associated with pre-Christian
spirituality, but are now severely distorted by the many secret societies,
especially the British ones, which are fueling their predatory activities
with that stolen energy. These organizations are anti-Christian, so I'm
not denigrating the healing message of Christ in any way by indicating
that many of the older forms of worship are equally valid. Perhaps
their chief endorsement is the fact that the patriarchal secret orders
had been so determined to suppress them.
I suspect that the nastiest, most hidden of the Illuminati (at the top
of the dungheap) will see their names plastered all over the internet before
we're done and very likely after their attempts to institute overt global
tyranny and genocide have failed completely this year. Carol tells me that
if they can't do it before early November they know it will be impossible
to do so at all.
Towers, Towers, Towers
Napoleon said, 'An army can do anything with its bayonets except sit
on them,' and now that the Illuminati have 'fixed their bayonets,' which
is how I'm characterizing the new
ELF transmitters, they have to do something overt pretty soon or else
they're going to be exposed, at least the body parts that they sit on.
Let's all continue neutralizing those primary transmitter arrays
on the hilltops and also continue talking about the situation!
We've already poked some pretty big holes in their network in many cities,
and note that it didn't take a lot of effort or money to do that much!
Just don't discuss your plans beforehand and never mention trespassing.
Take the battery out of your cellphone, since the transponder in the phone
gives your precise location at all times, and if you think you're
being tracked otherwise, turn on your Succor
Punch and put it in your pocket.
(Oops-sorry! I was supposed to save this sort of discussion for
the next part of the narrative.)
The usual huge crowd of 'Fortune 500' and world political leader
celebrants weren't there this year, probably because the previous year
Greggus and ourselves had cut off much of their occult energy source right
before last year's ceremonies, leaving them underwhelmed with their own
apparent power. I think it's hard for them to have much confidence in their
handlers' occult prowess when the magic stops working. Fickle folks, I
guess. I rule out the claim that only a few of the wealthy, influential
predators (ersatz aristocracy} showed up out of concern for their security,
since they are the only real terrorists in the world and they were the
ones who had the WTC and Pentagon blown up in the first place. They
all showed up for the Bilderberg meeting in Virginia a few weeks ago, I
believe, and they also showed up in Alberta again right after that. Both
of those places are far more easily accessible to 'evil Muslims' than Bohemian
Grove and much harder to defend for reasons that I'll make clear in a bit.
In the next part of this narrative, I'll offer my observations on the
differences between satanic and divine knowledge and I hope it sparks some
Anyone who's at least been an army grunt with a little field training
with explosives knows that the buildings in Oklahoma City and New York
and the part of the Pentagon that was being 'remodeled' during 9/11 were
blown up from the inside. C-4 is kind of fun, but now they're using fulminate
of mercury, which is a lot more spectacular. I bet they didn't trust
that 9/11 job to the goofy BATF jerks who failed to bring down the entire
Murrah Federal Building because some of the fulminate of mercury canisters
the firemen found in the standing structure were unexploded. Live
and learn. All the truck bomb did, aside from making an impressive
crater in the street, was to break windows and a little bit of building
Why didn't more people question the purpose of destroying the Murrah
building before any investigations could be done on it? That was right
before the Internet got going, though, so small wonder.
Spooking the Spooks
I got a chance to teach Carol and Greggus what I had learned about
fed active surveillance a few weeks earlier in Los Angeles under the able
tutelage of my secret insider buddy. The two of them are extremely
fast learners and we got photos of several field agents of the CIA and
NSA, which caused them to back off enough to let us put the six HHgs
and two temporarily-positioned Chembusters in place without being observed
or perhaps arrested.
We drove about the area in the Zapporium,
which is arguably one of the most conspicuous vehicle on the planet, second,
perhaps to the Oscar Meyer Weiner Wagon, so I'm sure the Special Agents
in Charge (SAIC) had some explaining to do about why they didn't see us
place any of the devices. Usually there's only one SAIC in an operation,
but there were at least two federal agencies trying to follow us.
Since the Zapporium has a rather extensive energy grid made up of crystals,
copper wire, orgone generators, mobius coils and a frequency generator,
to which the rest is attached, none of the voice and telemetry transponders
the various fed agencies put in the vehicle were working while the
frequency generator is turned on at 15Hz, so we were untraceable-even by
satellite. Carol repelled the various psychics with a Succor Punch as they
We turned off the screening device when we left in order to get the
feds to follow us again and headed toward home (in the next part, I'll
tell about the most fun Fed photo-op of the whole trip). After Sacramento,
we turned it on again and went to Death Valley to put a Chembuster there.
Carol said the NSA spooks in Tahoe City were waiting for us, but they
still apparently thought we were going home at that point and were just
playing with their heads, so they covered the only other logical route.
An NSA vehicle passed us on U.S. Route 30 heading toward Tahoe City before
we got to Placerville, but Carol said they hadn't been told to watch for
us yet. We turned south a few miles before any of them would have spotted
us. There was a fake forest fire (saucer crash) on US 395,
so we had to make a detour through part of Nevada to Bridgeport.
More on that later, too.
"Don't Worry boss, we'll get him this time!"
Awhile after we drove south through Bridgeport, I clumsily allowed
an NSA psychic to read some of my thoughts while Carol was sleeping on
the bunk behind the driver seat for a couple of hours before we got
to Death Valley, so they were waiting for us there.
By then, Carol was awake and alert again, and it was quite dark, so
we easily eluded their obvious ground surveillance, planted the CB in an
area of high brush (for good cover) during a long drive without headlights,
and turned off the frequency generator and turned on the headlights, both
in the moment we passed the NSA fellow in a white van who was to report
our presence. Carol waved to him. I was driving pretty fast and had
asked Carol to cue into his thoughts and location before we reached Stovepipe
Wells, where she said he was watching the highway. BOY, was that
She also keyed into the intention of the NSA SAIC to send some ninja
types in a couple of vans, just like they did on our first trip there last
November, to run us off the road ASAP so we didn't linger for any photo
opportunities. They didn't find us again, of course, and stopped
looking after awhile, according to my telepathic wife, who just got a promotion,
apparently. I'm going to start saluting her.
Illuminati Deep Throat
Here are more of the details for our fellows on the cutting fringe
of metaphysical research and development. The rest are free to keep their
PJ's on and hit the 'snooze' button on their alarm clock. Life can
go on as usual: work--booze/pot-work-booze/pot
I'm writing (and you're reading) under a handicap, since I promised
to sparingly discuss my former-insider friend out of consideration for
his safety. My visit with him warranted a journal entry rather larger
than this one, but it also involved too much activity that would land him
in a dungeon, the bottom of a lake or a fed psycho ward to tell you about
right now. I'm confident that he'll feel comfortable about me talking about
it before the end of the year, when we have had our collective victory
over the efforts of this unlawful government to create an overtly murderous
police state. Of course, we've been living in a police state
for generations, and they've invested countless billions of dollars in
keeping the Pajama People from being aware of it, since the PJ folks would
instantly put an end to it if they woke up to the knowledge their own power,
as you and I are doing right now.
We both got a lot of new information from our interaction. He developed
a first-hand appreciation of the easy ability of the Wingmakers to protect
and guide the process of political and spiritual liberation now in progress
and I got a very good, first-hand look at how the felonious feds are able
to get information from us and how to stop them from getting it with
a little savvy and some simple devices. We didn't have time to get
into all the stuff he had taken blood oaths not to reveal, but we can do
that later, perhaps. He knows that I'll tell you about it.
We had told lots of folks over the Internet that we were leaving on
Tuesday. Our unspoken intention was to sneak down to LA for a brief visit
with my friend, but an electrical problem in the Zapporium made that impossible
Langley Maintenance Man
About an hour after our announced departure time a fellow knocked on
the door and said he was the new maintenance man and wished to fix an electrical
problem we'd reported a few days earlier. It was around seven
o'clock in the evening. He was a CIA operative sent to case the house for
evidence of whatever we were doing to scramble the psy-ops equipment they'd
set up a block away in an effort to make us psychotic or something.
Of course that all stopped working when we put the HHg in the bushes
under their window. That's the pyramid-shaped one that Jeff Contreras
sent us, so here's a good endorsement for you, Jeff!.
After they beefed it up some more, we put a HHg at each corner of our
house outdoors. They've beefed it all up several times since then and two
transformers leading to that building, which mainly houses the offices
of the University of Idaho's Forestry Department, have exploded from overloads
;-) --the later one exploded the day before we left this week.
When I laid Jumbo Funky, our outsize Chembuster, into the wind
a couple of months ago, to stop a HAARP assault (rare these days), a black
helicopter showed up over our back yard. I hadn't seen one of those
in Northern Idaho before, so I'm sure Jumbo really did a number
on the CIA's formidable psyops equipment that day. I didn't realize
it was pointing at their little setup until that chopper showed up.
I was just feeling a little peeved at the sudden wind when I set it to
point into the face of it. Good thing for the crew of that chopper,
too, that I had no intention to use a bow and arrow and roll of surveyor
tape and make it land real soon;-). I think they don't like
to fly at all in N. Idaho.
Somebody once told me that when the pilot of a chopper is flying low
over your neighborhood on a moonless night, you can also force him to land
just by shining a strong spotlight at the chopper. They allegedly have
to land to recalibrate their night vision and infrared equipment when you
do that. I'll try it the next time I get a chance. I bought a really
strong 12v spotlight. I wonder if they're having as much fun as we are?
Jenny, who is also telepathic, but not nearly as talented, yet, as her
mom, said the 'maintenance' fellow was exploring the whole house, though
the problem was in the bathroom. He looked like an engineer, sort
of over-qualified, and drove a very nice, new truck with lots of equipment
in the back. I love my landlord, but I know for sure that he doesn't pay
top dollar for anything, including wages for a maintenance man. We all
knew he was a spook before he left the house, but next time, I'll have
the forethought to tweak him a little.
Taking their picture is the ultimate coup, probably more humiliating
to them than shooting them, which I won't do unless/until the felonioius
Feds get their wish and put their tentatively-scheduled dissident-roundups
and 'detention' camp exterminations into operation a little later this
year. All bets are off in that case, of course. I really believe
we'll all stop them before they get to that point, though. Americans
have developed a curious duality in the last couple of generations. For
some reason they think it's bad when a robber busts your door open and
violates your home, but it's okay if the Feds do it without due process,
as they do often these days, especially to people of color.
I'd be willing to be martyred for my religion, as many thousands have
been recently, but there's no way in hell I'd sacrifice myself for the
sake of their infantile predatory schemes, which should be painfully obvious
to any rational, balanced person by now. My parents' generation were
arguably much more stupid than mine is, but not even they would have been
comfortable with a 'Homeland Security Force.' Yikes!
Like most of our drives, the one to the Bay Area was pretty eventful.
After noting all the new martial law ELF transmitters that we will need
to disable along U.S. Route 95 in western Idaho, we were keen to check
out what we'd done to the underground facility in neighboring Oregon a
few months previously. There were no chemtrails, though there were
several of their planes, including a Boeing 747, trying to lay down the
spew downwind of that facility, all the way to Boise. Jerry's CBs
were making that impossible, of course, but an ELF frequency was obviously
being used on the odd-looking clouds that were sort of pointing toward
the facility, which is about 170 miles from Jerry's westernmost CB and
apparently well within its range.
We saw four lenticular clouds form right in the middle of that cloud
formation. The apparatus was apparently directed at these clouds almost
immediately, as they developed a sort of washboard texture on some of the
outer edges. At the same time a chemtrail jet flew right over all
of them. We saw the shadow of the disappearing spew on each lenticular
cloud Soon after that, a green edge formed around them all and the
washboard texture quickily disappeared. Then a magenta edge surrounded
the green color and the size and density of the clouds increased a bit.
About twenty minutes later we passed through what should have been the
shadow of these clouds, but there was no shadow at all on the ground, though
the clouds had obviously been more dense than the surrounding clouds, which
did cast shadows. There were Lemurian ships inside, as you've probably
deduced by now.
The lenticular clouds which hide the craft of predatory groups are dark
and rather ugly. I had seen the flash of a Lemurian craft near the
horizon shortly before the clouds formed that day. That's their way of
announcing their presence to psychically-challenged folks like me. Carol
already knew they were there, of course. She said they showed up
to distract the folks in that underground facility, which had created the
effects in the sky earlier, so we could put a second HHg there and
end their predatory activities there.
A young fellow in Holland recently told me about seeing what Carol and I
knew were Lemurian and reptilian craft there as he and his brother one day
were busting clouds with the 'visual
ray,' which many have mentioned doing in the forum. The Lemurian
craft was flashing near the horizon, then when he and his brother were watching,
it quickly made a huge 'W' flight pattern while putting out a steady light.
This was very close to two dark lenticular clouds, which then moved toward
each other at high speed and contrary to the direction that the other clouds
in the sky were moving. There's an awful lot of information in a demonstration
I congratulated them, both for trying to bust chemtrails with such panache
and for putting the observations in writing and I suggested that when they
no longer feel they have time and energy to destroy chemtrails this way,
why not just put a Chembuster out in the yard and get it done effortlessly,
24/7? Apparently the chemtrail campaign has not been defeated yet
in Europe as it has been in North America.
We dutifully arrived at the underground facility, which is marked by
a windowless building on a hilltop next to several towers with those vertical,
12' tall mast antennae arrayed around the tops of each one and put the
HHg on the side of the facility from which Carol saw the energy emerging
(opposite of where we'd put the first HHg). I saw a drainage
pipe coming out farther down the hill and assumed it was coming from inside
the hill, so I bent down and shouted a 'Hello!' into the pipe. At that
point I noticed, with a little chagrin, that it only reached the other
side of the road and was for draining rainwater. When I got back in the
truck, Carol was giggling and said that what I did was felt rather strongly
by troglodytes in charge there and it pretty well freaked them out. When
we arrived, she had picked up on their plans to do something pretty awful
to the population of the area soon, but the date wasn't clear.
She got a similar impression from the underground folks that she gets
when moving through a crowd of people, though of course, most of the people
in that facility are MK Ultra drones. The MK Ultra program was set up to
provide the work force for the World Order and everyone in the secret facilities,
from the janitors to the scientists, were processed through Montauk-type
facilities as young boys. I apparently was, as were many people on
the cloudbuster forum. It used to be considered an honor to be a
white man, but now we know that whites are the most easily programmed,
which doesn't speak well for our innate spiritual strength. However,
that gives us a pretty strong vested interest in bringing the predators
down when we do wake up to what was done to us without our consent.
My clandestine insider buddy says they're aiming for October, 2002,
to fully activate the crowd control ELF towers and take the dissidents
away, as well as all the guns they can round up from among the violently
sick, physically disabled citizenry.
Oh, Cell Phones, of course!
I'm patiently waiting for Carl to furnish some evidence that these
new transmitters are for cell phones. After he does that, I'll ask him
why the transmitters are as close as a mile apart in some cities, such
as Sacramento and Spokane, and almost entirely absent in cities such as
Santa Rosa and Las Vegas. There are obviously no fewer cellphones per capita
in the latter than in the former. I'm sure the other electronics engineers
on the cloudbuster forum, who have been a little shy about publicly discussing
this up to the present, would be keen to read Carl's comments. I
sense some hesitation on their part, but hopefully, after reading about
our own experiences with the Object of their possible trepidation, the
dirty CIA, they'll get bolder and give us their learned opinions.
If the wetwork specialists aren't suiciding me for blatantly stopping their
fun, I'm sure they won't punish these engineers for exercizing their free-speech
Every predatory agency in human history has relied almost totally on
fear and intimidation to maintain their control over others. Greggus witnessed
the way we all forced the surveillors to leave us alone and we used nothing
but a camera and a little telepathy. They are much more terrified of cameras
than of psychic acrobatics. I'm sure they don't have a clue that the only
reason we could pick them out of the crowd was that Carol and Greggus keyed
into their thoughts.
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