The Adventures of Don &
The Tonasket Barter Fair
By Don Croft <email@example.com>
October 24, 2002
Carol and Melody’s latest opportunity for a well-deserved break from
their husbands, the Croft brothers, came last week. In this part of the
country, the Barter Fairs are a time-honored instituion, perhaps a continuation
of the old Indian Potlatch. Melody and Jim started one in Santa, Idaho,
about twenty years ago, that is a long-awaited event for many folks in
the region, but the premium annual Barter Fair happens in Tonasket, Washington,
on a small plateau on the Colville Indian Reservation about fifty miles
from the Oroville border crossing into Canada.
I had written earlier that the Oroville border crossing is where the
Washington Constitutional Militia confronted a huge convoy of Russian troops
in 1994 when they attempted to cross over the border and into the ‘North
Cascades International Peace Park.’ The fact that those resolute
militia men in their pickups were successful in turning them back is precisely
why the plans for that ‘peace (the regime’s version of peace, not ours)
park’ was no longer mentioned and quickly reverted to a ‘National Park’
again. I suspect the Russians found another route onto (into) US soil after
that, because Carol picks up their thoughts when we’re in the vicinity
of underground bases, which is one reason we’re busting all the towers
in our region, of course. If the Chechans can whip the Russians’
butts twice, you know that we can if we have to, as long as the deathforce
transmitters are disabled- which they certainly are now in our region.
I’d rather embrace them as friends and welcome them to my fine country.
The choice is theirs, of course. We don’t blame them for what the
regime does, just as we don’t blame our fathers and grandfathers for being
the regime’s mercenaries in all the conflicts since 1865.
I made up 60 Tower Busters and six holy handgrenades for them and Melody
took along a plethora of her Harmonizers. Here’s where I take out my new
digital message recorder. I got it because I didn’t want to miss any of
the things Carol was to tell me about their eventful trip. Being naturally
shy, she clammed up when I put the thing in her face It was a bit
like coaxing a toddler to open up. Fortunately, after she got going,
it came out in a flood and I got every little bit!
I forgot to mention that Jenny, Carols’ 16 yr old daughter, went along.
Her job on the road was to toss out the Tower Busters as they found ELF
towers on the highway leading north out of Spokane. After they got
on Indian land, the towers were essentially absent.
Just over the mountain pass beyond Kettle Falls, Melody and Carol sensed
reptilians and sure enough, the underground dwellers had reactivated another
portal which must have been unused for millennia. Melody buried one of
her Harmonizers there and that was the end of the activity. Carol
said that the presence was pretty feeble, they were simply resigned to
losing the portal this time and that nothing much would have come of it
anyway. Since we closed the portals on Rainier and St. Helens,
they’ve been pretty busy making a new one someplace else, to the exclusion
of any parasitic/predatory activity in our region as the regime’s cohorts.
Melody felt bad about doing that. She hates to do anything that’s hurtful,
but Carol assured her that none of the reptilians would be harmed.
They don’t need to be in the surface world right now.
Several of the cops they passed on the highway called them into the
NSA, but when they got to the fair, all the cops and pavement artists were
more involved with keeping track of the dopers. In some years, 10,000 people
show up for this event.
The only time the women encountered the requisite anti-orgonite NSA/CIA
psyops team was on the first day. In this case, they were a
couple of middle aged folks in matching green vests and caps who were obviously
out of place among the hippies and mountain people. The woman was marginally
competent and had sort of skewered Melody, psychically. Melody felt it
and then tried staring the woman down. She asked Carol, ‘What do
I do, what do I do?’ and Carol told her to think of something else. So
she started running Scarecrow’s song from The Wizard of Oz: ‘If
I Only Had a Brain,’ mentally and the psychics broke contact and
they both went away, not to return. I bet they were happy to leave.
They had set up the cloudbuster right away so there wouldn’t be any
unpleasant weather for the weekend. Of course, the rain that was
forecast didn’t arrive, nor was there any customary strong autumn wind
on that high plateau. The women slept comfortably in the Zapporium, which
has a nice yacht heater in it. Carol took along the little VCR with a LCD
screen and Carol kept asking her to turn it down because she didn’t feel
it was in keeping with the spirit of the low-tech-oriented gathering.
I think Carol forgot to mention that neither are the combustion engines
in the parked vehicles or the PA system being used there.
Not longer after the CB was erected, a huge triangle ship showed up.
Carol and Melody were aware of it, especially Melody, who was getting beamed
from it. The thing was so big that it was casting a shadow in the sky and
was close to the sun’s position. The ground shadow wasn’t apparent, though
it may have been on the other side of the mountain. Melody pointed the
CB at it and Carol pointed her Succor Punch at it and it was gone in a
very few minutes.
Right after it fled, a bunch of light lenticular clouds showed up around
where it was located. These were the Lemurians. The ship was one
of the regime’s B Sirian consorts’ ships, probably slated to participate
in the phony alien invasion later this Fall. Carol said it wasn’t
one of the big 20 orbitting B Sirian space stations.
Some of the folks there recognized the cloudbuster because there are
a bunch of them around Oroville now. Typical of most CB builders,
they never told us about their devices. I’m just glad they made them, though.
They got the information off the Internet and decided it was worth a try,
then others made more. That’s how good really good news spreads, after
Here’s what some of the locals said about what’s happening in
the areas close to the national border near Oroville now: Mysterious
white trucks show up at the houses and cabins near the border in the woods
and the fellows in them tell the people that they’re building inspectors.
They poke around, then tell the residents that their houses aren’t up to
code and that they’ll need to do thus and so in order to get them up to
code by a deadline, or else they’ll have to leave. When they get to the
stores, they’re all told that the supplies are not available.
Earlier this year, a lot of forest fires were started by ‘ball lightning,’
and there were several HAARP wind events—typically, 75mph winds that felled
trees and damaged property. The woman who told Carol about it said that
she called the weather service and they denied that anything like that
happened in those mountains because ‘it was impossible.’ Carol says
this is just some HAARP scalar stuff designed to drive people out of the
area. The balls of ‘lightning’ were seen plummeting to the ground from
high in the atmosphere and the winds were very localized, not part of a
The border crossing facilities on both sides of the line have been beefed
up far beyond what one would expect for such remote locations.
The women didn’t drive to Oroville, so they don’t know if the towers
have been disabled in that area yet. One can only hope. I may connect
with some militia folks near where we live soon to see if any of them know
about what we’re doing. They’re a pretty informed, very low profile bunch
and not at all like the racist, xenophobic paradigm the media has suggested.
I’ve learned that all the ethnic groups in America are proportionately
represented in the Constitutional State Militias. Around here, they
operate the Search and Rescue operations for some of the county Sherriffs.
There’s a lot of wilderness close to where we live.
Mt. Rainer Heating Up
One of the men at the fair had found out that Mt. Rainier is throwing
ash now and the lakes up on the mountain are heating up. He showed Carol
and Melody a baggie full of the new gray ash and said the feds followed
him around when he was there collecting it. His impression was that
they didn’t approve.
Them Their Eyes
Another man with a large iguana draped over his shoulder came to visit
the women a few times. He was a friendly fellow, but they had the
distinct impression that he has a lot of reptilian DNA and in fact, is
one of their walking ‘videocams.’ Melody said, ‘Are you a reptilian?’
and the fellow said he didn’t know, but that he’s fascinated with the ‘underground
dwellers.’ Carol says that his girlfriend was an awful lot like him, also
reptilian. They admitted that most other people consider them really weird.
I’d like to get to know them, though.
Carol had asked me to make at least four HHgs, one for each corner of
the plateau, because the last time she went there was some awfully intense
predatory energy there, especially during the all-night drumming circles.
I guess the hippies need to get more in touch with how the Indians do that
at powwows and maybe ease up on the ol’ hallucinogens a bit to keep the
unwanted astral visitors out of the circle. I didn’t hear what happened
this year, but no news is good news, I guess.
On the trip back, though they were making a beeline for Denny’s Restaurant
in Spokane, they did stop to disable a brand new HAARP array north of Spokane
that wasn’t there four days earlier. There was a fedmobile waiting to see
what the women would do about it, but of course, Jenny was too sharp for
them to see her do the deed ;-).
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