By Don Croft <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Dec. 7, 2003
I realize that the following report is out of sequence, since I started
writing about my Uganda experience in the middle of it, so please bear with
As Dr. Batiibwe and I mentioned in his
illustrated article, Georg and I didn't waste any time getting to work
when we got here in the middle of November. Every other time I'd visited a
tropical country before it was with the understanding that everything was
going to go slower than what we're used to in the west, so I was surprised
to find that the opposite was true here. Not only were we given immediate,
enthusiastic support by our host, Secret Supporter, but Dr. Kayiwa personally
ushered us around Kampala the following day to expedite getting materials
for the clouduster
and both he and Dr. B arranged logistics and provided new opportunities for
us, with generous support from The Operators, of course.
There are no Home Depot stores or even department stores in Kampala and whatever
you need comes mainly from wholesale merchants who have the means to import
goods through neighboring Kenya by truck. It's definitely a seller's market
here.For the cloudbusters' materials, we paid three times the cost I'm used
to paying in the USA.It costs a hundred bucks to fill a gas tank here, too,
so all the driving around that Georg and I did pretty well made up for the
fact that our lodging was usually provided and restaurant meals are inexpensive.
Here's what happened in the two weeks between our arrival and the events
along the Nile, a few days later, that Dr. B and I recounted a few days ago:
I left Spokane, Washington, the same day Carol and Linda did on their way
to Florida, but my next two nights were spent in the Salt Lake City airport
and on the South African Airlines plane from New York to Johannesburg, via
Cote Ivoire. A year before, after busting Washington, DC's satanic grid with
a hundred pounds of BBs, resin and WalMart crystals, I'd spent the night in
Baltimore's airport, where some long couches are provided for weary travellers,
so I was a little miffed to see that SLC only provided uncomfortable seats
that seemed to me like pews with chastity belts. I did manage to steal some
sleep, though, in both situations and being in Africa again was so exhilarating
for me that the jetlag (it was 11 time zones away from home) didn't slow me
down too much.
Georg Ritschl met me at the airport in Jo'burg and though we'd seen each
other's pictures it took us a few minutes of standing and looking around before
we recognized each other. I think he changed his glasses and he'd thought
I was shorter ;-)
Right before that, while retrieving my luggage, I'd naturally assumed that
the secret police would be fooling with at least the cardboard box full of
aluminium particles, crystals, knives (gifts that I'd traded for from Dennie
the Swordmaster) Laozu Kelly's exquisitely boosted water-resin Holy Handgrenades
and a blanket. Miraculously, the box had apparently been unopened by the American
Sure enough, I looked around while I was waiting beside the luggage carousel
and spotted the box about 50 meters away. Someone was in a fast-moving line,
trying to check it in at an airline ticket counter. I walked over and told
the fellow that this was my box and he vigorously protested. I said, 'Hold
on-I'll show you my luggage ticket stub,' but while I was rummaging through
my shoulder bag he'd disappeared. I knew it was mine, of course, because it
was well-bound with a characteristic rope which was tied in a Gestapo-discouraging
Gorgon's knot and they'd even put
a shiny sticker on the lid in Spokane which noted that it was approved by
the TSA. I had assumed that the American Gestapo were simply told not to mess
with the box because it was to be stolen at the other end. Georg had already
planned to bring plenty of metal and crystals to Uganda, just in case.
Orgone & Metal Detectors
I assume that you have as much fun walking through metal detectors as I do
these days. If you've been using a Terminator
zapper or worn a Harmonic
Protector for any length of time you, too, will be able to walk through
them with all your metal on without setting them off. . The orgonite in these
'worn' devices turns your body into a sort of orgone capacitor and strong
orgone temporarily disables those walk-thru metal detectors. I love the looks
on the Gestapo faces when I do that and it makes the requisite, formerly humiliating
body search with a hand scanner worthwhile. Carol and I always get our tickets
marked with the 'POSSIBLE TERRORIST' stamp, of course, so whenever we show
up the Gestapo feel like they're finally earning their pay. I bet they otherwise
feel like the TV 'Maytag repairman,' since there are no terrorists in America
except the CIA and other unlawful alphabet soup cabals. I'm sure you know
that they never stand in line at airports.
Georg and Friederike provided some gracious hospitality in their suburban
home and we all stayed up way too late but we made it to the early flight
to Entebbe in the morning with time to spare.
Lake Victoria looks pretty small when you see it on a map of Africa but
when we were flying over the middle of it, I was wondering, 'How come we're
flying over the Indian Ocean?' I swear there's so much to Africa that it might
qualify as a planet.
Entebbe Airport, Secret Supporter, & Dr. Kayiwa
Right after we were whisked past Customs at Entebbe and ushered into the Executive
Lounge to meet our Secret Supporter, we walked past Dr. Kayiwa, whom I instantly
recognized and hugged. I hadn't seen his picture but there was something about
that big smile of his that left no doubt at all in my mind ;-) I don't know
if you personally know any enigmas but Dr. K will always remind me of the
Great Sphinx-more about that later, of course. A day with him is bound to
expand anyone's personal horizons. If it weren't for his resourcefulness,
networking skill, and logistical help, I probably wouldn't even be here. 'Multifaceted'
falls short as an adjective in describing this complex character, as you'll
If you haven't dragged out your dusty World Atlas by now, shame on you! Uganda
lies along the north and northwest shore of Lake Victoria. The rest of the
lake is bordered, clockwise, by Kenya, Tanzania, Burundi and Rwanda.
Most of the urban population of Uganda lies within a few miles of the lakeshore,
so that's where most of the HAARP and entropy towers are, which is why we
got such tremendous results from plowing through them along the highway. If
HAARP was really a beneficial global program to 'save the environment,' they
would have built the arrays uniformly throughout the planet, including the
oceans, instead of putting them mainly in densely populated areas and a few
atmosphere-moisture choke points, don't you think?
Remember, though, that the bad guys always overbuild, so it's not a bad idea
The most pressing need at first was to bust all of the towers in Kampala,
so Georg and I got busy with that on the third day. We'd done some sky sculpture
for Secret Supporter right after we made the two CBs, which absolutely delighted
him, and while we were doing the dirty resin work we also made a bunch of
3oz towerbusters for town. I'd brought along four WalMart muffin pans for
that, which I'm leaving with Dr. Paul Batiibwe, the resident, already accomplished,
orgonite flinger. Who can account for what may be considered precious in any
culture? Those muffin pans are worth an awful lot to us here.
My first few nights in Africa were a bit of a challenge because my jet lag
pretty much forced me to go to bed before ten o'clock and our host loves to
stay up late and converse. I had never experienced a midnight dinner before
I came here. Fortunately, Georg only moved across one time zone and he's a
gregarious, pleasant and very intelligent fellow.
On day three, Dr. Kayiwa joined Georg and I and guided us through the deeply
rutted side streets of Kampala in order to reach the city's successive hilltop
arrays. Georg marked every single disabled tower on his GPS, just like he's
done throughout Southern Africa on his gifting campaigns. He'd told me about
that in an email but until he showed me a printed image of a map of his region
with all the busted towers, I didn't realize how impressive that recording
method could be.
Unlike in America, where most of the hilltop arrays don't have any powerlines
going to them and underground nukes' characterisitic dual cooling ponds are
apparent wherever you are, when you go to these Ugandan arrays, you usually
hear big generators running in the fortified shacks inside the barbed wire
compounds around the towers.. A few of them have massive powerlines feeding
them from the commercial grid itself, which I'd never seen in North America,
except when the occasional urban entropy transmitters are located on the high
tension power transmission line towers themselves. Judging by the bundles
of massive shielded cables at each tower site, these transmitters use a LOT
of electricity, sort of like having one world-class radio station transmitter
for every couple of thousand people. Doesn't this strain your credulity as
much as it does mine? Cell phone towers, indeed!
In Kampala, the biggest arrays were in the middle of hilltop military installations.
In these cases we simply 'vectored' the gifts around the perimeter of the
bases. The ease with which we all neutralize even the most fortified, hidden
deadly paraphernalia reminds us that the world order is actually quite defenceless
in this emerging paradigm. Why not exploit the opportunity and just insist
on having these Illuminati gangsters and their wise guys arrested right now?
Your county Sherriff has that authority and you probably elected him in the
first place. These gangsters' criminal records are clear as a bell, thanks
to the typical criminal's penchant for wanting others to know of his exploits..
Where I live, the Illuminati like to put their entropy towers on the grounds
of schools, hospitals, office buildings and similar places where a lot of
people, especially children, are close by. I don't think the Illuminati like
kids, unless they're 'properly cooked,' as W.C. Fields said.
We had most of Kampala 'liberated' in a day but the skies further east, over
the source of the Nile and the adjoining jungle area, were still whited out,
perhaps mainly by rampant voodoo activity, and we were to shortly see that
there was some apparently scalar effort from remote HAARP arrays to mess up
Kampala's skies again. That only cleared up for good when we finished off
the remaining HAARP arrays to the east and west.
We'd made two CBs at Secret Supporter's because one of them was to be delivered
to Kisoro, where an important person wanted to see some sky sculpture firsthand
and we jumped at the chance to get a regional CB network set up. Dr. Batiibwe's
CB in Kiboga and Secret Supporter's in Kampal would soon be part of a triangular
Smog wasn't a major problem in Kampala, as it is in Nairobi, even though
many of the vehicles throughout East Africa are smoky diesels and nearly everyone
cooks on outdoor charcoal or wood braziers. Carol told me that the smog in
Nairobi, which is on a plain, is even thicker than Los Angeles' was prior
to Cbswork's and a few others' Herculean gifting efforts in and around the
LA Basin. I just figure that Nairobi's an unhappy place compared to Kampala.
Human misery generates dead orgone, therefore smog, and I don't see a lot
of misery in Kampala. Even the goats and the lovely, traditional Nsagala cattle
grazing in the neighbourhoods look content and robust.
The Road to Kisoro
We travelled to Kisoro and had the opportunity to have share halfway there
with a Ugandan resort owner and architect, which was nice for Georg, who is
also an architect and was impressed with the fellow's artistry, skill and
Going west from Kampala, which is pretty much in the center of the stretch
from Zaire (Congo) to Kenya, one sees a variety of environments relative to
the changes in altitude. Until very recently, the region midway from Kampala
to Zaire (pronounced, 'Za-EE-ray,' here by the way) was quite arid, but now
is looks as green as the formerly desert hillsides around Los Angeles had
become by last winter and spring.
After that, one goes back down to an altitude that supports the lush vegetation
that Kampala enjoys. Lake Victoria is over a thousand meters in altitude.
The real jaw dropper, for us, was meandering along the dirt highway on the
near-vertical mounatain sides as we approached Kisoro, which lies in the southwest
corner of Uganda in the presence of G'hinga, the soaring, live volcano whose
top is usually concealed in a gorgeous, ever-morphing lenticular cloud, far
above the level of the drifting cumuli.
If I were a fan of Wall Street, I'd buy stock in a Surreal Tourism agency
because as soon as curiosity seekers learn how rich this country is in unusual,
mind-boggling sights they're going to stampede to get here ASAP ;-) I suppose
I could buy and sell Surreal Estate here if I had any money.
The mind falters, too, at the sight of the terraced fields that extend thousands
of feet up the sides of these mountains, most of which are very, very far
from the nearest road. I'm told that much of bordering Rwanda resembles Kisoro.
I must say that on the way to Kisoro we encountered our first hostility in
Uganda. We noticed that a few of the folks by the roadside in a small area
gave us dirty looks and a young boy actually threw a rock at the car before
fleeing into jungle, unsuccessfully pursued by the driver. That simply reminded
Georg and I that we'd need to do a little roadside gifting through that area
on the way back, which we did.
There is a neighbourhood in Kampala which has a reputation for human sacrifice
rituals, Dr. K told us during a towerbusting excursion there, and, sure enough,
we saw some pretty unhappy folks there and so flung out several TBs.
Dr. B told us about a similar area along the road to his western home in Kiboga,
but we'd already gifted that area because it felt so crummy. His car engine
had simply stopped in that area a couple of times, though there was nothing
mechanically wrong with it. The only time Carol and I experienced that phenomenon
was on a remote road in Yellowstone National Park right after we'd neutralized
one of the I AM Fellowship's human sacrifice sites. It's pretty creepy when
that happens but at least we all know that we're getting the job done.
When we got to our Kisoro host's place, we immediately planted the CB in his
garden and started watching the sky, which had been partially whited out by
HAARP rape. Immediately, a blue hole formed overhead and an immense, proper
lenticular cloud appeared on the edge of the hole, right next to G'hinga.
Whether you believe, as I do, that these phenomenal clouds almost always accompany
and conceal Lemurian and Andromedan ships, they're nonetheless a common sight
that commemorates anyone's orgonite expositions.
There are a string of very green volcanoes in an east-west line here. G'hinga
is the easternmost and also the largest. Rwanda owns the southern half of
that one and Uganda owns the northern half. Most of volcanoes further west
are in Zaire. There are some mountain gorillas who live in that region. While
we were in nearby Kabale a few days later, we saw a big, rugged open truck
with some tourists in it who were heading for some social intercourse with
gorillas. For $200 you can go meet a gorilla family, which is a pretty good
deal, I think. At some point maybe somebody will arrange foreign tours for
the gorillas. I'd love to show them around Idaho.
The East Africans are fond of the big TATA trucks from India. These last
about twenty years on rough roads and are affordable & have a lot of carrying
After an evening of very pleasant company with our Kisoro host, a son of
a chief, who also prefers to remain anonymous, and his raconteur friend, Father
Joe, a delightful Ugandan priest who had travelled a lot, Georg and I rested
in preparation for a shoeleather tour of Kisoro the following day.
There are some lakes in that region which we wanted to gift but most of them
are inaccessible with a vehicle. Six kilometers from our host's place we were
able to toss a couple of etheric pipebombs into the end of one of those lakes,
though, and it was fun meeting and talking to folks along the way and shaking
hands with a hundred or so curious children who greeted us with, 'Hello, Bazungu-how
are you?' which was likely the only English they knew prior to going to school.
We hiked about twelve kilometers that day.
That evening we were introduced to some of the local doctors, who were keenly
interested in having a clinical crowd zapper, thanks to our hosts' glowing
reports. I arranged for one to be delivered there the following week.
The Kabale 'Bitch'
The next day, Georg and I went to Kabale to do some intense gifting in an
effort to neutralixe 'The Bitch,' who had been making plans to erase me for
about a month.
Kabale is also near the Rwandan border and it's where the road to Kisoro
branches off from the paved, main highway. Big trucks from Mombassa, Kenya's
seaport, go through Kisoro to get to Zaire. Most of those are flatbeds, carrying
metal containers from the ships themselves.
A month or so before I left, 'Cbswork' had warned me that the Illuminati
dung-hoarders had already arranged for me to be killed in Uganda. Their plan
was centered around the efforts of a Ugandan woman with salt-and-pepper hair
whom Cbs had clearly seen astrally. Carol saw that this witch had a lot of
support from British MI6 and we got busy with the problem. Oddly, Carol learned
that this witch, though very competent, never saw my hits coming. We apparently
erased the two male Ugandan killers she had enlisted and also several murderous
British and UN espionage middlemen but none of the mayhem we caused among
these killers would weaken The Bitch's resolve. This was clearly her project
and it was mainly perceived as a territorial struggle by her, apparently,
rather than a powerplay, which is what usually motivates the Illuminati themselves.
I continued to slam here periodically [Powerwand],
right up to the time we went to Kabale, which we came to assume was her operational
base and present location when we were there Nothing at all seemed to slow
her down, though she obviously had a long history of killing in her resume.
We stayed in a hotel on the edge of town and the following morning Georg
and I walked up to gift a hillside array in that part of town (on a college
campus) and to generally get our bearings. There were two more arrays in town
which we could see from this elevation and a lake not far away. After lunch,
Georg rented a small motorcycle to get them all expeditiously in preparation
for going after The Bitch, both of us assuming that she was getting a lot
of energy from these transmitters. We both had a sense of trepidation and
the fact that President Musaveni was to visit Kabale and deliver a speech
the next day sort of reinforced our impression that The Bitch was here. The
Operators usually work this way, moving us gifters around like chess pieces
and if you've ever gotten a sense for this on your own orgonite expeditions,
you know exactly what I'm talking about and can more easily relate to this
bizarre account. If you can't relate to what I'm telling you, just read this
as a fantasy if you like. I don't mind.
Georg is a very level-headed guy, not at all anxious by nature, who keeps
a healthy dose of scepticism but he told me that as he was coming down from
the last, highest array in town, which was spread out along the ridge of the
tallest mountain there, he felt distinct trepidation, which probably accounted
for a fall from the bike that resulted in a pretty gruesome 'road rash' along
his left arm and left knee. I have to say that I wasn't too surprised when
he then showed up in our hotel room looking like he was 'in the wars.'
He washed and dressed the wounds, but quickly left again to toss some stielhandgranaten
into the lake, four kilometers away, while he still had the rented motorcycle.
He was pretty tired when he got back, partly because the motorbike stopped
working halfway there and he had to walk the rest of the way. The level of
gas in the tank was low enough that driving up a steep hill halfway to the
lake had left the fuel intake exposed and...no juju in this case ;-). He did
rightly have a sense of accomplishment, though, and of course he used one
of his zappers after that to prevent infection.
Trailing the Mzungu Signal
The day after that, President Musaveni was in town and there were armed soldiers
everywhere. We determined to look for The Bitch and gift her into oblivion
if possible and as we were getting ready to go, the electricity fortuitously
went off in town. I grabbed my zapchecker and turned around until I got a
signal, hoping that wherever she was might be giving off a strong signal.
Georg's view of her gray uniform led me to assume that she worked around some
powerful electronic stuff that was powered off the grid. Of course, a modern
satanic practitioner in Africa (or anywhere else) is likely to make use of
evil mzungu magic, which is based largely on electronics. We'd busted all
of the HAARP and entropy towers, so nothing else in town should have been
putting out a signal.
It turned out that I got a consistent signal from exactly the same direction
that my pendulum had indicated a little earlier. It was coming from a part
of town that we hadn't visited yet (right after that, the power came back
on) so we headed off in that direction, having to take quite a few turns along
the way, guided mainly by my pendulum at this point.
We walked past a large boarding school and the pendulum indicated that the
source was right on or under the grounds of that walled facility. Soldiers
were stopping everyone who walked through the gate in order to check for weapons,
so this was apparently where the President would be speaking and people were
lined up there, waiting to get in. We'd just gifted a rectangular pond, by
the way, which seemed like it could be used for an underground nuke. We were
later told that there are a lot of caverns under Kabale.
Assuming we would have to gift the perimeter of the large schoolgrounds,
we walked on, but when we turned the corner, we saw that a gate had been left
open futher down the street, so we walked through that one and continued to
follow the pendulum and zapchecker. In the middle of the facility was a spot
that was over the center of the energy field, according to both the zapchecker
and pendulum, so was perhaps directly above The Bitch may
have been the Ugandan witch that Credo Muttwa had told Georg was controlling
Zimbabwe's President and, perhaps, several other African dictators.
I'd already learned that the most gruesome satanic stuff in Uganda takes
place underground, probably on account of the reptilians' involvement.
We then walked out past the guards at the front gate, who were still busy
scanning for weapons. I bet they'd have had a hard time wrapping their brains
around our orgonite weapons if we'd tried to take them in that way ;-)
Georg and I immediately felt a sense of relief (after I got an intimation
that The Bitch had sent more killers to look for us the previous night, I
locked the hotel room's door). We found an internet café later in the
day and I'd gotten a note from Carol expressing concern about not being able
to locate me the night before and I told her that the Operators were probably
concealing us then, for our own protection. We experienced something like
that a year before, when we eluded the NSA for the first time on our way from
Seattle to pick up the CLOUDS OF DEATH video from Cbswork in Los Angeles.
That was the only time Cbs didn't 'see' us coming. I don't think he'd ever
experienced such a gap in his super-psychic skills before, but of couse when
The Operators want to hide us, they hide us from everyone, not just from the
otherwise omniscient NSA, with their army of top psychics, satellites and
'I'll Be Back'
Carol later confirmed that The Bitch was dead at that point, but the reptilians
or somebody apparently reconstructed her not long after that. It was an awfully
good coup, regardless.
By the way, the day before, Georg and I had a visualization session and he
saw her in a gray uniform (typical secret-UN/Homeland Security Abomination
costume these days) and also saw a tall Egyptian man in an expensive business
suit with her. It was apparently easy for us to erase the Egyptian, so he
must have been an all-human ritual killer, perhaps directly involved because
of what we'd done at the headwaters of the Nile. There's a prominent Egyptian
bank in Kampala, so maybe he was somehow connected with that.
I think The Bitch is part reptilian. She's awfully durable. I got the instinct
impression that we can at least terrify her now, which means that as long
as I'm breathing, I'm winning. Carol and I will get busy with her when I go
home; meanwhile, I've asked Doppelgangster and Mr. Skull to pay her a courtesy
A couple of days ago, I asked Kizira to look at the situation and he told
me that I won't have any more trouble in Uganda, even if I go to the war torn
north. He's a really good psychic.
Georg rented the bike because we didn't drive from Kampala. We did manage
to get rides from new friends to Kisoro, Kabale and back and, having marked
and gifted most of the locations of the HAARP and entropy transmitters along
the way, we gifted the ones we missed on the way back.
It's a good thing we didn't have to ride buses, since they really pack you
into these African buses and it would have been hard to do much proper gifting
that way.Have you given any thought to how these countless thousands of towers
can be used after they've all been dismantled by proper governments pretty
soon, as the Russians apparently already did in their country?
In the next article, I'm going to tell about my visits with Kizira in his
village and to relay some of his personal accounts of visions and circumstances
that led to his present career.
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