By Don Croft <firstname.lastname@example.org>
September 27, 2002
Mica Peak & Shasta Butte
A companion HAARP/dead-orgone array near Mica Peak, Spokane’s worst
vortex/mountain array to the south, is Shasta Butte. The access road to
that ended at a new private estate, so I put one HHg as near as possible
and left finishing it untill later on. After I did the water tower farm,
it was ‘later on’ and I found yet another mountaintop array, including
HAARP, in line with Mica Peak and Shasta Butte at a lower elevation.
Having lost the rest of the NSA/CIA entourage along the mountain road
leading up to the locked gate on the road to that ridgetop, I found a good
spot to put a second HHg to vector both Shasta Butte and partially take
care of the third array. I had a sense some changes in the sky would
soon be observable, so I hurried around the mountain to put the third HHg,
the charmer, if you will. It happened to be near another, easier access
road that wasn’t marked on the map. I know it led to the array because
a sign indicated buried cable and the gravel was new and thick—not even
wealthy chumps with mountain estates could pay for that. Knowing wealthy
folks as I do, the come on for them was probably really, really cheap
land, sold to them by the alleged federal gov’t, who didn’t own it in the
first place—as valid and lawful as a deal made in a Monopoly game. There
was no sign denying access, but a couple of railroad ties were placed across
the road, that’s all.
You may have noticed that very thick fiber optic cables are buried along
the access roads to arrays and even to remote individual towers. Yet one
more extravagance to be paid for by you for only 2/10 of a penny per minute
of cellphone use? Who says there’s no free lunch!? Gosh—maybe Big Brother
really is our friend, after all.
I wonder what these guys are thinking. They watch me drive by a tower,
then the ‘power’ winks out there without me having apparently done anything
at all. I always make sure I’m not observed when I toss the Tower Busters
out the window, and I guess they don’t read my written reports or take
them at face value. I let one of them have a good look inside the
back of the Zapporium yesterday, but I’ll get to that in a bit.
As expected, a distinct change was taking place in the sky, over not
just this array and nearby Shasta Butte, but similarly over Mica
Peak and spreading out.
First, all new chemtrails disappeared within three or four seconds,
then the existing chemtrails sort of shredded and disappeared.
A lovely, puffy white cloud formed over each array and remained distinct
in spite of prevailing winds, though of course they were constantly forming—it
wasn’t the same clouds, per se.
This led to a concerted low altitude assault on the three clouds, which
continued for hours, but had absolutely no effect on the clouds.
In those minutes, too, a very big, amorphous low altitude cloud began
forming over the city itself, exactly the way I saw a thunderstorm develop
over each city in SE Idaho after I busted the town towers and surrounding
arrays. I think four jumbo jets at about 12,000 feet were on that
one, as you probably guessed would happen. It didn’t fare as well
as the puffy clouds over the arrays did. Also, I could see it was
getting hit very hard from the direction of Mt. Spokane, judging by the
alignment of the ripples that started appearing.
I was off to the north, starting to work my way back toward Hayden Lake,
,when I noticed that HAARP action coming from Mt. Spokane, which is the
area’s premier vortex and has the biggest array. We hadn’t given
it much thought before because it’s barely visible from the city,
20 miles to the northeast. I only noticed a few weeks ago that there’s
an array on top, and that was only when I was looking though powerful binoculars.
As I was ruminating on the sky phenomena, an Idaho Highway Patrol car
driven by a female cop drove slowly past me as I was pumping gas, and the
driver gave me a slow, meaningful look, so I knew the feds were having
all the cops keep tabs on me, too. I paid for the gas, got
my coffee, then walked around toward the back of the gas station, and sure
enough, she was hiding there and scooted out to the road when she knew
I’d made her. She waited at the intersection as long as she comfortably
could, looking at me, but I didn’t move until she was out of sight.
Wow—good thing she didn’t notice that my license plates expired last month.
I think my insurance ran out, too. God, do I hate national socialism!
I was going to do Hayden Lake, but the fact that it felt so creepy there
that day, my close encounter of the second kind with that cop, and
my curiosity about what would happen if I did Mt. Spokane led me to decide
to take the backroads to the latter, which I suspected was being closely
monitored, and see if I could make some interesting things happen in the
sky from there, too. I’ll let Hayden Lake bask in the glow of that nice
new orgone field for a bit, then I’ll go back and finish the
job there, hopefully with Carol, since she learned where some of
the Nazi ‘settlements’ are when she took the census in the panhandle three
years ago (which paid for her nice car). I want to grace each settlement
with at least a tower buster. They must have a lot of money. That’s a pretty
Ritzy area. Maybe the media has another picture painted about
that. The Nazis hold a full dress parade in Cd’A each year, but otherwise
are hermits, in fact. They probably shouldn’t be that shy. After
all, national socialism has been fully embraced by many Americans, so it’s
I earn a lot of points for evading the multi-jurisdictional (of course
the only ones with any real jurisdiction are the Sherriff departments)
dragnet in my gaudy truck so often. I hope to win a prize someday, but
that’s not why I do this, of course.
Carol used to live on Mt. Spokane and spent a lot of time wandering
all over the mountain in a jeep when she was in high school. There
were no restricted areas then. There’s a ski lodge with a huge paved parking
lot near the top of the mountain, at the end of a well-maintained, paved
two lane highway.
When I saw a sign, fifteen miles from the ski lodge, saying that access
to the remaining two miles was now cut off, I knew some extra measures
were needed. I was going to simply put a HHg near the lodge, like
Nova Scotia Jeff and I did on Mt. Rainier, but not getting within two miles
was a problem.
On the road up the mountain, I tossed a Tower Buster out, one
per mile. At the gate, which is at a former lodge, there were
several vehicles parked, but I didn’t see anyone, so I quickly turned around,
drove downhill a way, and planted a holy handgrenade. I sensed that
nobody saw me arrive.
Because of the tall trees and the narrow canyons on the drive down,
I couldn’t see much of the sky for about a half hour. I did see the
new spew disappearing within seconds (of course they sensed a shift, so
sent several jumbo jets over to the skies over Mt. Spokane) and the new
spew shredding as before.
By the time I got back to US Rte 2, north of Spokane, the entire sky
was azure blue, though there were at least ten jumbo jets spewing like
mad at low altitude over the entire area in a crisscross pattern.
I could still see the clouds over each major array farther south, but the
jets had decimated the amorphous potential raincloud over the city by now
and it wasn’t reforming.
The McDonald Summit
I went into a McDonalds to use the facilities (that’s mostly what I
use McDonalds for) and when I came back out, a Fed in a white van was parked
directly in front of the Zapporium, avoiding eye contact, and another Fed,
probably the one in charge, drove by me slowly and gave me the ‘I found
you’ look that only the bosses are allowed to do. I waved to him, he waved
back and parked out of sight while a third Fed, in an unmarked white flatbed
truck, parked beside me and wanted to know all about how I made the camper
shell on the Zapporium.
I told him a bit about that and let him take a look in the back. After
that, I pointed at a jumbo jet flying silently right over us at a low altitude
and told him about the chemtrails. He didn’t want to hear that, but he
didn’t leave, either. I said, ‘Not only did I make those chemtrails
disappear, the NSA is really mad about that and is following me around—there’s
one (pointing to the back of the hiding SAIC, who was still sitting in
the car), and there’s another one (pointing at the guy practically blocking
my exit). The third one didn’t want to hear about that, either. He
didn’t react at all to those statements, but changed the subject and started
asking me about the zappers. I told him a bit and probably could have stayed
there talking all day, but I told him it was time for me to go.
I wanted him to see that there was nothing in the back of the Zapporium—more
points for me, I guess.
I only had a dozen tower busters left and four HHgs, so I decided to
mop up the remainder of towers leading from Spokane to Idaho along US Rte.
2. Brian, Carols’ brother, and his family live next to that road and we’ve
been wanting to neutralize the transmitters they live within range of.
Once in Idaho again, I took the state highway south along the border.
I had seen an array on Hoodoo Mountain, another major vortex with a bald
volcanic top, like Mt. Spokane has, about fifteen miles to the southeast
of Hwy 2, which goes east to Sand Point from where it enters Idaho. With
a name like that, it’s GOT to be a vortex, right?
Assuming that the road shown on the map no longer reached the top of
the mountain as indicated, I put one HHg as close as I could get directly
west of the summit and drove to the end of the public access road on the
southern slope and put one there, too. I had used a very small HHg
to neutralize a HAARP array along the highway several miles northwest of
That left two Tower Busters and one HHg, so I drove east from
Rathdrum to the spot on the north/south federal highway, US 95, where the
ley line from Mt. Baldy and Crystal Peak crossed it and buried it there.
By the way, along that five miles of rural highway east from Rathdrum are
six enormous dead orgone transmitters, though the area is sparsely populated
and the road is not heavily traveled. I suspect this makes up the northern
array for the entire valley and of course we’ll get those shortly.
We’ll do some mapwork and put some more healing devices along that vortex
farther south of Melody’s place, which is also on that ley line.
I wish I’d had one of her Harmonizers for the latest location.
I forgot to mention the other apparent reason for keeping the cities
under a blanket of dead orgone. I believe it’s simply the regime’s
way of making certain that the hundredth monkey effect of what we’re engaged
in, which is a ‘little person’s’ way of taking power back from the parasitic/predatory
regime, won’t catch hold in the general population, though they might have
already failed to stop it.
If this were mainly about rain suppression they wouldn’t focus so heavily
on the skies over the cities. The old jerks still won’t give up that
focus on the urban population, years after the Internet has conclusively
demonstrated that decenrtralization is the wave of the present.
At least we few have eliminated the threat of biological assault from
the jets. That stuff has the shortest life-span in the presence of
a cloudbuster, all of whose ranges are sufficient to encompass most of
the population of North America now.
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