When The Hunters Become The Hunted,
and Other Personal Power Considerations
By Don Croft <email@example.com>
October 5, 2002
This journal entry is dedicated to my good friend, Alan
Yurko, who just got out of 30 days of solitary confinement for apparently
encouraging his fellow inmates in a Florida prison to exercise their sovereign
rights not to eat bad food. Of course, those inmates only took made
their indivicual decisions with their own discretion. Alan only mentioned
that he wouldn't be eating that stuff any more and followed through with
that commitment. He never incited his fellow inmates to anything
at all except to follow their higher instincts in life.
He's in prison in the first place because he's a reputable journalist
who isn't afraid to lift the lid on the regime's predatory vaccination
agenda, certainly not because he broke any real laws.
His latest work clearly shows that the 'Anthrax Cartel' (my terminology)
is nothing but a scam based on a well-orchestrated fear campaign and that
the official remedies, which involve billions of dollars in manufacturing
and distribution, are not only ineffective; they're positively harmful.
Even the FDA, the unlawful federal agency which is owned and operated by
the same folks who are carrying out this campaign, refuses to approve the
procedures. As far as I'm concerned, this research simply points
out, once again, that the only terrorists operating in the United States
right now are employed, directed and financed by the alleged US government,
itself. I hope you arent' entertaining a notion to receive a vaccine
shot for anything these days.
After reading some of my material on how Carol and I are dealing
with the NSA/CIA agents who follow us around and sometimes try to intimidate
us, Alan advised me to be more gentle with those agencies because there
are good people in them who regularly and clandestinely throw wrenches
into the cogs of their predatory/parasitic machinery.
This is written in reply to Alan, who is good-hearted to a fault,
and in acknowldgement of his personal sacrifice and integrity.
Two days ago, after we had left an initial 60 mile long swath of
disabled dead orgone transmitters and votex-arrays, we were driving through
Wilbur, Washington and I spotted three vehicles parked together on a side
street with two of the drivers standing and conversing. We hadn't seen
any feds since we left the vicinity of Fairchild Air Force Base along
US Rte 2 a couple of hours earlier, so I was scanning for signs of them
when I spotted these fellows.
The older looked directly at me and had that 'Oh, S-t!' expression I've
come to enjoy so much, then I noticed that two of the small white cars
had 'City Parcel' on the doors in big, nondescript red letters; no phone
number or other graphics. Of course, there's no such business.
I turned around at the next available spot and went directly back to
confront them. This is a departure from my usual hand-gesture-grin indications
that I've made federal agents, but it just felt appropriate.
Of course, the other two cars had split instantly when the boss agent
got made and they were trying to get into position again elsewhere, but
the boss had gotten back into his car and was sitting, staring forward
when I drove next to him and waved at close range.
Since he didn't respond, I made a quick U turn, drove back alongside
his car and yelled, 'How Ya Doin'?' He still didn't turn to
look at me, so I whistled so loud it hurt poor Carol's ears. Then he looked
at me, but he wasn't smiling. I just waved and smiled as usual and drove
off, but I could tell I had turned a corner in my relationship with these
During the entire following day of our two-day tower busting patrol
through central Washington, I only saw two agents, and they were making
sure I wouldn't be getting close enough to exchange greetings.
I'm eager for the next opportunity to humiliate a boss field agent,
just as I'm eager to find any helicopter within range of my pellet gun
over my house. It's my way of 'counting coup,' which was the option
that the more
honorable, civilized Indian tribes used to settle disputes with neighboring
tribes before the Whites came here.
In my view, since they have no lawful jurisdiction to follow me, keep
our mail (they kept several thousand dollars in wholesale order payments
for over a month before allowing them to be delivered by our postman last
for instance, and most of those were sent by Priority Mail), knock
over our lawn ornaments, cause our phonecalls to be inaudible due to heavy
electronic 'surveillance,' send physical agents to prowl inside our home
at night through some arcane energy transfer tech or something (I wasn't
home that night, of course), or otherwise insinuate themselves officially
into our lives, they are Fair Game for my own version of harassment and
As you can imagine, it wouldn't occur to me to drive next to a police
car and behave that way. This may illustrate a point about personal power
that I'd like to make here.
Lots of folks talk about personal power, give expensive seminars about
it, sell books, and otherwise entice the gullible into getting an illusion
or, at best, a distant glimpse of what personal power is, there's nothing
quite like making a physical, 3D demonstration of one's personal sovereignty.
I gave back the slave number that was foisted on me. That was over six
years ago. It was a good gesture and I don't regret it. I don't think it's
necessary, though, for one to do that in order to experience personal sovereignty.
I use a driver license, for instance, though I know some who get away without
even having one of those or registering their vehicles. As with anything,
it's probably outside the bounds of prudence to be a purist, not to mention
the forced lonliness it implies. Expressing integrity in an intelligent
way makes new friends and lets the false friends detach gracefully, though.
I consider hollering at that fed a moderate act, by the way, considering
the profoundly unlawful mandate he's operating under that brought him to
my attention.Citizen arrest would even have been appropriate, but I've
too lazy to learn the ins and outs of common law to pull that off.
Maybe I'll buy some handcuffs and wave them in their faces.
I simply believe that one must express his/her personal sovereignty
(my Canadian friends who did that have another name for it, but it's the
same thing) in a personal way. Expressing it is an acknowledgement
covenant under universal law that we all come into this world in tacit
When we get in touch with personal power, we also get a boost in awareness
concerning personal responsibility. The traditional notion of 'liberty'
has always been suspect to me, as it implies anarchy and hedonism, both
of which I consider self-destructive tendencies. I sometimes jokingly refer
to myself as an 'essential anarchist' because that, to me, implies rejection
of arbitrary authority, which we surely all can do well without.
True authority derives from our innate understanding and acknowledgment
of universal law. The US Constitution's Bill of Rights is the guarantor
of our protection under this unwritten, unwritable covenant, which is as
pervasive and immutable as the law of the jungle, only a higher expression
that that. Other countries have similar guarantees, or certainly should
For those of us who find it convenient not to pay attention to our inner
guidance concerning matters of law, there are written laws in force in
every society to keep these people from easily violating the rights of
others. I can envision a society in which police and courts are extraneous,
but I haven't been to many places in the world where this is practicable.
I must say I've visited places which have no apparent need for a formal
system of law enforcement, notably a small, remote community in Yucatan
and one or two islands in the Republic of Belau. That's
not to say these folks don't have a pratical way of exacting retribution
for obvious crimes, of course.
What has come to be thought of (under the protocols of our current mental
programming) as moderate is to keep the ego in a stranglehold. What most
don't seem to realize is that this simply stops one from expressing personal
power and from taking personal responsibility. As with other aspects of
artificial programming, we are presented with two options: let the ego
express fully (read: obnoxious, self-centered, predatory) or suppress it.
Actually, the ego is like a fine stallion, or the tiger, if you will.
When we engage the potential of the ego with a simple, humane bridle, it's
going to take us places we wouldn't otherwise have experienced.
If you're reading this, you're most likely a person of conscience and
integrity and I encourage you to stop beating your ego into submission
with the club of artificial programming and let it join forces with your
intuition and heart-felt desires. If you don't have a conscience or a sense
of integrity, none of this will mean anything to you, and for your sakes,
I say, 'Thank God for the US Constitution and whatever can adequately replace
it in the future.'
This is a non-sequitur, but it just occurred to me that Carol and I
are enacting a higher expression of General Sherman's march to the sea
in the US Civil War. We're marching to another sea, and we're harming nobody
the process, of course. In fact, instead of a trail of destruction
and misery, we're leaving a trail of empowerment and awakened possibilities.
He had an army, but at this point we're only two among a small handful
of people. It's a good demonstration that a few committed,
empowered people can undo what was done by a horde of predatory officials,
sycophants, unwitting technicians, unlimited finances and the worst of
all possible intentions. We're not only undoing it, we're causing
it to work for us all. That's real power.
Yelling at NSA/CIA boss field agents is just a field tactic. If they
get in trouble with their bosses while carrying out unlawful surveillance
orders, that's really not our problem, is it? We still get occasional friendly
waves from lower level operatives.
What endears Alan to me so much is his ability to turn every incident
into a spiritual reward for himself and others. He's just as sweet and
self-deprecating after thirty days in the hole, for instance, as he was
the day he went in. A lesser person would have become bitter and depressed
by these severe tests. I'm extremely gratified to know this fine exemplar.Hopefully,
enough attention can be directed his way for him to get an unconditional
I'm betting that the Internet is more appropriate for this than any
other media, since the really effective, powerful people in the world prefer
this media over the rest.
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