From Don Croft <firstname.lastname@example.org>
July 19, 2004
What the hey, if thousands of CIA employees found asylum in
Canada, why can’t I? I get pretty sick of these murderous FBI cretins
in our town. Two nights ago, one of them tried to murder my stepdaughter and
now we’re slogging through the process of retribution. I get so sick
of this stuff.
Local update: As soon as I left for my little vacation on June
30 the FBI bought a house three doors away from our home in Moscow, Idaho,
and Carol saw them installing a bunch of cameras and other spy gear. We found
out that they had also bought a larger house around the corner, which was
the staging area for the murder attempt on Jenny, by the way.
Carol was proactive and thoroughly gifted both properties and,
with our good friend, Linda, who is a psychic on par with Carol, began gathering
intel on these cretins. They had already beefed up the basement entrance of
the nearer house and covered the windows and Linda, while standing in the
alley, had a waking vision of the cretins taking a person out of a van, in
a wheelchair, who was blindfolded and obviously drugged, and wheeling that
person into the basement entrance. The shape of things to come? Fortunately
not but the potential was probably very real. These thugs all need to be arrested
and imprisoned, but meanwhile we’ll do what needs to be done to protect
ourselves and our loved ones.
When I was walking home from the bus depot last week, I walked
through a group of three very grumpy FBI guys around the sidewalk in front
of that house. They all failed to return my friendly greeting. Carol had already
told me the score, of course. I think they already knew they had to leave,
otherwise they’d have had the customary FBI smirks on their criminal
faces and yesterday, Carol and I saw that the house is for sale again ;-)
Yesterday afternoon, too, we rode over on Carol’s motor
scooter and stood in front of the other house, sizing up the opponents, if
you will. One of the FBI cretins stood in the driveway and engaged me in a
staring contest, which he lost, and the fellow who tried to murder Jenny then
drove up on his motorcycle, so we goosed him, too. That night we blasted the
snot out of six people in that house who had been involved in the murder attempt
and tonight we’ll do the coup de gras, probably around twilight, from
behind the property. I like to telegraph my punches sometimes because it earns
me some points and terrorizes the terrorists better. You should try this if
your not a pothead. Most of those cretins use pot and coke, so they’re
already paranoid a hell and easy meat for Hellboy. Carol talked me out of
taking along my pistol with the teflon-coated bullets ;-)
We had driven the feds out of the previous ‘command center’
in town last summer about this time. I guess it’s not over ‘til
it’s over, as the Yogi says.
Think globally, act locally.
Okay, enough about that—what I really want to tell you
about is our vacations!
We all get a little stressed now and then and until June 30
I honestly never understood the function of vacations. I’m 55, so I
guess I’m kind of slow that way. Like the guy who takes along a fishing
pole in order to justify just sitting on a boat in the water, I planned to
make the trip pay off by networking. It was still very pleasant and uplifting,
of course, because I absolutely adore my fellow warriors and look forward
to every opportunity to meet more of them.
What triggered my urge to travel this time was that some orgone
warriors in Canada had been contacted by three alleged ‘final companions’
of Wilhelm Reich and I thought, ‘My God, if they contacted any of us,
the CIA will suicide them shortly!’ so I figured that I’d sneak
over to Pennsylvania and Ontario and make contact with them and publish it
for their safety, after some initial contact from our friends there. The CIA
had recently killed my good friend, Wilhelm Muller, in British Columbia, so
I was genuinely concerned.
The three turned out to be ringers, of course, sent in to defuse
what Steeve Richard and Steve Baron had initiated so well and thoroughly.
One of the oldsters is appaerently Waffen SS, in fact ;-)
Well, it was clear to Carol and I that I needed a break. I considered
hitchhiking for the sake of solitude but Linda fairly had a fit, as she could
clearly see me getting picked up and tortured to death by some CIA-sponsored
satanists, so I went by bus, instead.
Of course the FBI was present on the buses and in Spokane the
US Border Patrol was checking everyone’s US Citizen identification,
which is a horrid violation of privacy. I don’t have any standard ID
but luckily my native tribal ID card worked for them and that was worth knowing.
The guy who checked it came up to me in the bus station in Spokane a couple
weeks later and cleverly questioned me, which was kind of cute and fun, as
he’s an Indian, too. I think he’s a genuine person, though has
bought into the myth that there are terrorists outside the US who are not
employed by the US or Her Majesty’s alleged governments.
I got to Bismark, North Dakota, the next morning and spent the
day there, visiting with Carol Two Eagle. She told me a bunch of stuff that
she didn’t feel comfortable sharing in email and I came away from the
visit with a greater appreciation of just how profoundly corrupt and murderous
the FBI are. Carol had spent a lot of years at Pine Ridge, helping the folks
cope with the massive, repetitive assaults there by the FBI and one of those
jerks, a regional boss agent, had tried several times to frame her and get
her into prison. When he realized that she was just too powerful, he pointed
his pistol in her face and threatened to blow her head off. It gets pretty
overt for people of color in the US these days who wish to exercise their
birthright. You’ll be hearing a lot more about and perhaps from Carol
Two Eagle, as my Carol and I will be working closely with her to defeat the
There’s a fellow in Bismark who’s a 33d degree mason
and appoints all of the ‘elected’ officials in that state. He
was courting Carol Two Eagle’s support with promises of wealth and ‘power,’
until she approached him in the State Capitol building during a legislative
session and said, ‘Hey, Mr (I forgot the jerk’s name), this is
for you!’ and she kissed her hand, then turned around and slapped her
own butt, just like my own Carol would have done. It’s easy to make
friends when one fights the occult world order in the open.
I don’t mind (much) having the FBI around as long as they’re
not in the process of planning my murder but in Michigan, I got that feeling
that someone was peeking more aggressively than usual, so I sent out a massive,
non-directed Hellboy blast and the guy across the aisle puked, then keeled
over. He was hauled off the bus, still unconscious but breathing, by paramedics
and his FBI chum got off at the next rural stop after giving me a strange
look. I think they’re all too chicken not to travel in pairs or groups
these days. After all, nobody likes them except their dope dealers.
When I got to Detroit, though, the cops were waiting at 1AM
and giving me ‘that look’ so I figured the Canadian border cops,
on the other side of the tunnel in Windsor, Ontario, had been warned by the
FBI not to let me, Idaho’s Number One Terrorist, into their nice country.
Although I was pretty hot to get to Toronto and help Steve Baron
jumpstart the final, dramatic gifting campaign there, I was also a little
relieved, as it gave me an excuse to visit my friend, John Kilroy, in Boston.
My plan was to sneak across one of the New England border crossings into Canada
where the FBI wouldn’t think to send somebody to poison the border guards
against me. The cops in Canada aren’t as reliant on computers as the
ones here are, fortunately, and I don’t think I warranted a national
All Points Bulletin there at any rate. They suspect that the alleged US Gov’t
are the only terrorists in the world, I think, but they’re likely to
believe the lies the FBI tells about me if they’re approached individually.
It used to be pretty tough to escape the NSA’s dragnet
(impossible before we figured out what the Succor
Punch can do to their gear) but I can usually avoid the FBI skunks without
even a Succor Punch and their psychics are the ones that the NSA and CIA didn’t
want, so they’re easy meat.
I brought along a tent and small sleeping bag because I’m
kind of like the turtle, though I’d slept in a couple of motels on the
way. I wanted to lose a few pounds by walking and carrying a pack helps with
that. It took me a couple of hours to find the Kilroy residence on Nantasket
Peninsula, south of Boston, but when I got there it felt just like home, which
didn’t surprise me, and after John told me that his granddad used to
host the Three Stooges in that house when they were performing nearby, it
occurred to me that I may fairly brag that I slept in the same bed as the
Three Stooges. I know that’s a stretch, as it’s probably a different
bed, but close enough, eh?
My tummy got a good workout when it wasn’t full of Adele’s
delectables during that visit because both of them are so full of funny stories
and impromptu, raucous humor that those muscles got a hell of a workout. If
you want a taste of that, check out www.johnkilroy.com , noting that he’s
one of the finest portrait artists you’re likely to encounter and his
music is the kind of stuff you may want to have playing in the background
to help you through your long, tedious day.
We all like to hang out with geniuses like Genghis Kilroy because
it makes us feel smarter, too. He’s a kind soul whose main concern is
everyone else’s welfare, which is a rare quality among the more intelligent
of our specie.
Adele shared some insights about the history of the region which
tied up some loose ends for me. If you want a good laugh and some useful information,
take a look at Genghis Kilroy’s current postings on boards.ethericfreedomfighters.com/eve
One of the reasons, I figured out, that I was sort of pulled
over to Boston is that John was poisoned by CIA operatives, ten years ago
(and periodically ever since) in an attempt to cause him to die under non-suspicious
circumstances. Before that, he had been happily indoctrinating his art students
and patrons among the Boston Brahmin (Illuminati families) in the artful study
of conspiracy history. For the final judgement, he was brought to Washington,
DC, where he was introduced to Chainsaw Cheney in one of the hidden offices
in the upper level of the US Capitol Building. He told me that was a pretty
creepy experience. It’s always creepy to experience direct, physical
contact with a predatory
reptilian, of course.
These days, we’re seeing that the world around us has
taken on some fairly surreal characteristics and you may wonder, at times,
whether we’re really just inmates of an asylum, but in fact if you’ll
always seek balance, you’ll easily see that our side is winning this
war against tyranny and the bad guys will all be gone or rightly dealt with,
then the nightmare part of our existence will be mostly over. I think that
will happen pretty soon but if you’re not busting the new death towers
in your town it will happen later for you than otherwise.
There are two kinds of innocence: innate, as with children,
and acquired, or re-acquired. The innocence of children is vulnerable and
corruptible; the innocence one gains from self discipline and spiritual striving
is solid and incorruptible. I’m inviting you to strain yourself to get
rid of all the stuff that ties you to the disappearing paradigm because the
only way we’re going to navigate the present global rebirth process,
which seems kind of chaotic at times, is to strive toward innocence and detachment.
I don’t mean abandon your farm and stand on the hill with
white robes and open arms, of course (that actually happened in America in
the spring and summer of 1844;-) Detachment isn’t like that. It’s
an inside process. We’re still responsible to take care of our wonderful
bodies and our earthly obligations, of course. That’s as much a part
of our spiritual progress as any meditation technique or belief system (or
lack of same ;-) is.
We gathered materials for orgonite the next day and that night
we made up a batch.
The following morning, the plan was to initiate a gifting campaign
as a misdirect, then sneak over to the border in Vermont, a five hour drive
from Boston. I’d planned to take my chances on a bus from someplace
like Concord New Hampshire, but John and Adele very graciously offered to
take me all the way to Montreal, instead.
As we got near Burlington, Vermont, Adele sensed that the feds
had found us, so John dowsed an alternate route, which took us across the
northern part of Lake Champlain to the border crossing in New York State,
instead. The guard there obviously wasn’t looking for me and John schmoozed
her thoroughly enough that she didn’t even check Adele’s or my
IDs. I really wanted to get over to Toronto and to support Steeve’s
presentation in Ottawa on the following Saturday. This was Tuesday.
The short ride through Quebec was kind of raucous, beginning
with those two singing the Canadian National Anthem in French and some liberal
comments about a sign in a restaurant window that read, ‘Menu Enfants.’
They dropped me off at a nice hotel, which almost felt like I was in Europe,
and we all saw that the Sylphs were having a wild time over the island city
itself, but not seen much in the surrounding area. That, along with the complete
absence of smog, plus the requisite disappearing chemtrails, was the finest
tribute I could imagine to Steeve & Celine Richard, Denis Couture, and
the other Canadiennes who had so thoroughly gifted that beautiful city. I
look forward to spending time with the French cohorts in the fall, when Carol
and I hope to witness the victcories in Eastern Canda, personally and together.
Right now we have to focus on paying off the debts accumulated from our former
travels ;-), hence my shoestring journey.
There are enough cloudbusters in the Eastern region of North
America that the chemtrails won’t generally stick for more than a few
minutes, anywhere. West of Cleveland, the situation is much brighter, at least
in the US. I get the sense that there are people busting the death towers
just about everywhere now, though most folks only do a few, then quit. The
reason I felt compelled to support the Toronto effort is that several folks
there have been chipping away at the thousands of towers in that metro area
for over two years but Steve Baron has committed to sponsoring the final victory
effort now and that kind of commitment fairly demands a supporting visit by
at least me.
When I got to the Toronto bus station on Wednesday afternoon
I was unable to connect with Steve on the phone. I got a map and found his
street, which runs along Lake Ontario, west of the city. The address, 2679,
indicated that I’d need to walk about 3 miles, so I headed out. It ended
up being closer to ten miles, but I wanted the exercise and to get the bird’s
eye lowdown on how Toronto felt and looked. How better than by foot? I could
have taken a trolley to his door but this was my vacation, after all.
As I was approaching his address, a white cat came out and greeted
me on the sidewalk and I recognized that this was a special creature. We walked
to the front door and when I saw a bench, loaded with tower busters, on the
porch, I knew it was the right place. I don’t know if you’re familiar
with the Cards of Destiny but Carol practices that art and it’s how
we met, seven years ago. I’m an ace of spades, the Death Card, according
to my May 5 birthday, which is why I’m comfortable living on the cutting
fringe. John Kilroy is a nine of clubs, the Psycho Card, which accounts for
his wild but disciplined creativity and his heartfelt appreciation of the
bizarre and ironic. Steve Baron’s a nine of spades, the same as Linda
Kingsbury, and it’s characterized by constant rebirth/death, which is
why they’re drawn to arcane information and personal awareness ‘systems.’
We stayed up pretty late discussing all manner of things and
Steve was surprised to find another soul who has a well-functioning bull$#!+
meter. Many of the folks he associates with in his quest for arcania aren’t
well endowed that way but I assured him that there are plenty of folks like
he and I; they simply aren’t generally found in newage workshops and
I think this effort is pulling a lot of like minded people together
in Toronto, also some well meaning new agers who, after all, are showing their
true worth now by busting towers and shutting down underground bases with
orgonite rather than trying to do it all with chanting, group hugs, conformity
and rituals. What I’ve seen, after all, is that the comraderie that’s
generated by gifting far surpasses any ideological considerations and this
is what I continually stress.
I should note that Facel, the nice white cat, was attacked and
poisoned during the first nitght of my visit, and it happened inside the house.
Carol said it was the NSA who did that and the spooks who later showed up
around the lecture in Ottawa were also NSA, she said. Ann and the kids spotted
them while we were looking for the lecture hall.
After some zapping and a vet visit, Facel was on the road to
recovery, thank God, and I got to smack down some NSA thugs after that—always
a treat! It made Steve pretty mad, too, which was probably just the opposite
result of what these jerks intended for him ;-)
Actually, it was getting acquainted with Steve that caused me
to realize that Canada is actually a nicer place to live than America is.
Before that, I had assumed that National Socialism had pretty much rotted
that country from the inside out but I learned that the black market is alive
and well there, as it is here, and that I could do well there, not least because
the US sewer rat agencies have a difficult time operating in Canada these
days. Canada, despite the obvious corruption of its government, has exercised
genuine national sovereignty, way beyond what I’ve seen in America,
by standing against the predatory agendae of the Whore of Babylon (the London
trolls who hide under QEII’s ample skirts). The US military and espionage
agencies happily go about being London’s planetary legbreakers, though
I’m striving mightily to get our benighted military to just stop being
London’s wise guys and arrest the damn traitors in DC, instead. They
can go instantly from being Zee-ros to being Hee-ros ;-)
Having said that, I do feel committed to stay in my native land
and fight these murderous federal agency rats until we finally win the war.
I can’t do it as well from Canada, as that would make me a hypocrite,
I think. I’m a lot more interested, right now, in freedom than safety,
as you ought to be, too. When just a few more people take this attitude, the
war will be won and these murderous, poisonous cretins and their masters will
finally face courts of law.
Here’s an interesting development: We on EFF always help
anyone who asks for it but it’s gotten to be sort of like in ancient
Greece, when the Spartans were asked to send military aid. In that case, the
Spartans just sent one soldier. In our case we’re taking care of business
in most cases, individually, without having to generate group support, so
we’ve become sort of like the Spartans.
When the FBI set up two very expensive task forces in our neighborhood
last month in order to facilitate our final demise, we didn’t think
in terms of self defense, though I’ve sprayed some bullets in my assault
rifle with Teflon, in case they totally lose it and bust down our doors some
night. I bet they wouldn’t even do that unless there were around a hundred
of them. They used 200 to take the little Arab here, on charges of ‘credit
card fraud’ last year ;-)
You can bet I’m not going out with a sigh if it comes to that. I’m
not afraid to die but I don’t think it will come to that, because, after
all, I’m not afraid to die ;-) and all of them are merely bullies, i.e.
Carol and I went after these local FBI bastards before they
had a chance to organize a cogent plan. This is the only way to oppose blatant
tyranny. Nobody wins a chess game from a defensive position and life’s
just like a chess game that way, especially when one has committed to defeating
Police Chief Billy calls us from time to time just to let us
know that the FBI no longer harass him or Lt Carl, thanks to EFF’s intervention
last February. You may remember that the FBI had tried to frame those two
courageous men and railroad them into prison (a death sentence for any cop)
because they’d stood up against the Homeland Security Abomination. Remember
the HSA? I haven’t heard them mentioned in months—have you? I
think all that Gestapo crap has devolved upon the FBI, who have a long history
of breaking the heads of people of color and anyone else who won’t toe
the line, politically, in America.
The newspapers in Toronto note that the pollution problem and
even the E. coli contamination on the beaches has disappeared suddenly. They
didn’t mention that it was because Steve Baron gifted those waters last
year but I guess it’s because nobody told them yet ;-) The Sunday paper
had a story about some divers who visited a shipwreck southeast of Toronto,
expecting to have to use powerful lights to photograph it. They were astounded
to find that the light from the surface, in the now very clear water, was
adequate and that they were able to see the entire wreck rather than just
a piece of it, as before when it was murky.
The first day of the resin pouring marathon, there were thousands
of waterfowl, sort of camped just beyond the rocks by Steve’s lakefront
home. At one point, around a thousand cormorants swooped and landed right
offshore, then shot up with the sound of a large waterfall. The swans from
miles around have taken up their trolling activity close by. When you stand
on the shore you can see for a couple of miles in each direction but the swans
are nowhere but within a few hundred yards of Steve’s house. None of
us were feeding them.
Of course, the sylphs were cavorting right over Steve’s
CBs, one of which is a replica of Galaero Aurelius’ ‘hurricane’
configuration. I like to call that one ‘The Texas Big Hair CB’
and it was nice to finally see and feel one of those in operation. There are
several reputable inventors in this network who are improving on our basic
designs and coming up with entirely new devices, I’m very happy to report.
Steve’s a magnet (Kilroy told me I’m a cajoler).
Each day, more and more people came to participate in the orgonite manufacturing
process and each one left with a pile of devices and an assigned or assumed
area to bust towers in and otherwise heal the land, water and sky in and around
Toronto with orgonite. His unconditional generosity and effulgent spirit has
everyone feeling like he/she is an integral part of this effort, which in
fact is true.
Kim Smith, who posts as ‘many crows’ on EFF, was
there and very pleased to see that all her hard work in the past has come
to fruition in the form of large scale, committed involvement by others in
the area. I was wearing my tee shirt that has a lot of crows on it, so of
course gave it to her as a token of my appreciation. Fortunately, I’d
brought my loud Hawaiian shirt along, so I could still be recognized as an
American. Kim’s been with this network since the beginning, three years
ago, and was one of the first on the planet to build an orgonite cloudbuster.
Actually, there are very few people who have stayed with this from the beginning
year, and to me people like Kim Smith, Jerry Morten and precious few others
are entitled to some special appreciation and recognition, aside from giving
them the shirt off my back.
I finally met Tom Wloka, who has a very large mailing list to
whom he sends out breaking news stories and reports of what’s happening
in the personal sovereignty movement. He brought along some other interesting
and interested folks and we made some fine connections that will likely lead
to some interesting developments down the road.
As Kilroy notes in his posts on EFF, the first thing I do when
I encounter a new group of allies is to offer to find and bust all of their
electronic and nasty-etheric implants. There was a truckload of little implants
among that Toronto bunch, so that had me pretty busy for two days straight.
Everyone noticed the energy boost they got from having their implants disabled
and when this is done in an already friendly and dynamic setting the effects
are pretty astounding. How much happiness and empowerment can YOU stand? ;-)
Anne came to this network a few months ago because she instantly
recognized that she’s supposed to be doing this work. After some struggle,
she’s managed to arrange her affairs to devote a lot of time to this
effort and what particularly pleases us is that she’s able to consistently
see the DOR energy signatures that the towers and underground bases put out.
Actually, I found this out when she and her two older kids, Jennifer and Kevin,
were escorting me to Ottowa. On a hunch, I asked her to look at the towers
we were passing and tell me what the energy looked like around them. What
she was describing was just like what Carol describes. On the final leg to
Ottawa, she saw that most of the towers weren’t putting off much DOR,
so I realized they’d been gifted.
The day before, I’d told Steve Baron that he needs to
have a reliable energy sensitive on hand who can tell him what areas have
been covered and which are still giving off DOR, so now those two are working
together to coordinate and evaluate the regional gifting work.
Jennifer, 17, is turning into a genuine asset to the Toronto
effort, too, as is Kevin, 10. They attended Steeve Richard’s four hour
presentation and were engaged and interested, which you probably realize is
remarkable and a testimonial for Ann’s mothering skill, as well as to
the capacity of the two younger ones..
We got to Steeve’s lecture a little late, as we were unfamiliar
with the campus. Steeve was invited by Dr. Rudi and Patti Verspoor, who operate
a school and clinic that trains physicians to become homeopaths. Rudi bases
his work on Hahnemann’s, Reich’s and Steiner’s teachings
and he’s quite reputable, according to our own Dr von Peters, who is
a renowned homeopath in his own right (www.uncurable.com) and the formulator
of Chembuster, the homeopathic/herbal remedy which Carol and I are promoting
The Verspoors have a cloudbuster and they’ve both been
busting towers in and around Ottawa recently. They invited Steeve Richard
of Quebec to give a presentation to around a hundred visiting physicians during
a seminar/conference. These people came from Europe, North America and Asia
and were a receptive and supportive audience, which is certainly a credit
to Heilkunst, which is what Dr Rudi calls his approach. You can find out more
about this by visiting www.homeopathy.com
The old-school natural healers are the ones that should be patronized,
by the way, because they understand the causes and cures of disease and also
understand the process of healing. These fine folks make ordinary pill pushers
and even ersatz naturopaths look like the hacks that they truly are.
We came in late, as I mentioned, and burdened with bags of towerbusters,
which Steve Baron had characteristically donated to the effort. Our plan had
been to gift the campus and put a couple in the lecture hall but our lateness
prevented that. Kevin and I distributed them (with Steeve’s permission),
instead, to the attendees, most of whom got one and that turned them into
a captive audience, since many of them are energy sensitives ;-)
I was as spellbound as the rest to hear Steeve Richard’s
presentation and I was particularly pleased to see that he has a fine grasp
and a no-nonsense, working knowledge of the energy dynamics involved with
orgonite. In fact, his offered explanation of how orgonite works is the best
I’ve heard, so far. After the break (half time) he invited me to participate
with him in answering questions and comments from the audience, which lasted
a couple of hours and was awfully fun for me. I had hoped to spend more time
with Steeve and Celine after the meet but they had to get back to their experimental
farm in Quebec right away. Steeve facilitates the French language forum on
www.quebecorgone.com and sells fine products from that site.
The potluck dinner after the presentation was just as high and
lively as the meeting was and Patti told me later that Steeve’s presentation
was a highlight of the conference and the subject of a lot of disussion for
the remainder of it. Rudi treated me to an short dissertation on his unique
approach to healing and
curing—what a fascinating man! Most folks only meet one or two creative
geniuses in their lives but on my little bus trip back east I encountered
The next day, I got on the bus to come home and that trip was
pretty uneventful, except for a brief flurry of activity at the border crossing
in Detroit. The border cop who checked my ID didn’t give it a second
glance but as I was standing in line to have my bags checked out, four of
them suddenly turned to look at me after conferring together briefly, so I
knew that the FBI had spoken with at least one of them about me just then.
The fellow who checked my baggage sort of rushed through the routine without
looking inside and when I was on the bus, they all kept glancing at me. I
wonder if they were thinking, ‘So THIS is what the FBI is calling a
terrorist now, eh? Hardy har har!’
You may have heard that I’m a kind of non-descript, unassuming
guy who smiles sweetly a lot.
On the trip east, the only chemtrails I saw were over the largest
cities and those were disappearing fast, due to the presence of cloudbusters
and the activities of the folks who bust the towers. On the way west from
Detroit to Spokane (almost the west coast) I saw not a single spewplane and
the skies were gorgeous, with plenty of Sylph clouds here and there, even
over the cities.
That told me that there are actually only a token number of
spewplanes flying these days. In fact, Steve Baron told me that the spew assault
on Toronto was so massive for three days after I left that I wondered if all
the spewplanes in North America were ordered to go squirt Toronto then ;-)
Of course, tactics like this only make the Toronto Tornados
more committed and determined to wipe the orgone slate clean in that region
A word about the miraculous recent proliferation of evidence
of the Sylphs in our skies: Well, two words: they connect with us through
our hearts, not through our eyes and they absolutely don’t need anyone
to be their spokesman, any more than God does. Also, the NSA and MI6 has contrived
to make fake sylph clouds, apparently, and send out some disinformation specialists
to tell you ‘all about Sylphs and what they want from us.’ so
DB’s prediction about that has come true. 99% of what anyone will be
telling you about sylphs is pure horse $#!+, please consider. Discernment
is a heavy burden but it’s inescapable these days, folks, and the Sylphs
are absolutely real and want to help us.
Okay, the third word is that the Sylphs are non-physical entities.
They’re not clouds but they often use clouds to show us stuff, the same
way you might use a painting to communicate something. Otherwise, they come
to us through our hearts, the way dolphins and whales do, and sometimes they
come right down and envelop us. You’ll know that’s happening because
everything around you seems brighter and more vivid and everyone around you
acts content and happy for the duration. I hope that you’ll experience
all of this directly and if anyone wants to pretend to preach on behalf of
the Sylphs, please don’t do it to me, okay? I, like you, have had personal
contact with these heavenly creatures, so let’s keep it real, okay?
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