[Ediotr's Note: I sent Don Croft an E-mail yesterday asking
him for his new phone number as he had recently moved to another house and
the old number didn't work. Along with the new phone number, he included
the amazing narrative below which he said was OK to publish. For readers
who are new to Don's material, you won't comprehend everything he refers
to, but I'll try to insert explanatory brackets or links (as time allows),
to explain the more esoteric references such as "Mr. Skull". Old
time readers and Adventures fans will have no trouble understanding
the details of the narrative. The "Vril" refers to those Nazi
inspired humans, semi-humans, and off-worlders who use the front groups
of the German Vril Society and the Thule Society to promote their fascist
agendas. Of course, anyone who has seriously studied the makeup of the NWO
players here in the US, knows well the intimate connection and infiltration
of Nazis into controlling positions within the American government beginning
with Operation Paperclip during World War II (read Dave Emory's
material and listen to his taped archives at www.spitfirelist.com
for more info on Nazi infiltration into the American government and it's
The battles discussed here are taking taking place on the
astral plane, but the effects are felt on the physical plane by the fascist
dolts and minions who-up until now- thought they were completely immune
and exempt from counter attack and retaliation for their dastardly deeds.
Orgone defensive tools such as the Powerwand
Canon are used by most Etheric Freedom Fighters (EFF), but Don tells
me that after a while, you can do it with your mind alone and you don't
even need the tools (Mama mia, what a Brave New World we live in after all!).
"DB" refers to cbswork...Ken
By Don Croft <firstname.lastname@example.org>
June 13, 2004
had an international blasting party because the Vril had targetted seven
of us for extinction this week. Ryan
McGinty was here and Carol ran the show on the chatroom.
Heng in Singapore had learned in a vision. I think on Friday, that some
of us were to be murdered within a week, so Carol took a hard look at that
and, sure enough, here's the list the Vril
had chosen, in this order:
Sensei Dennis Griffin
She got that Laozu Kelly, who's touring part of Europe with
his bride (a honeymoon after 25 yrs of marriage) has an entourage of 3 MI6
and 2 KGB spooks but that he's safe. Since Kelly showed up and put
a bunch of Earthpipes on the base at Dulce, New Mexico, in March before
even the NSA knew what was happening, the sewer rats get really nervous
whenever he takes trips these days.
Crystal Jones was apparently to have been shot by the FBI
on June 8 but she'd been warned in a vision to get away from Michigan before
then and get to a remote desert area, which she did (she visited us on the
way ;-) and she's fine, on her way home if we're not mistaken.
When the blasting started, yesterday, at 2100GMT, the white
haired NSA guy who had been responsible for murdering a good friend of ours
in 99 showed up in front of Mark Davey's house [England], as did several
assassins. We worked pretty hard ruining their fun, then in the heat of
it I got a hunch to go after the head Vril creep who lives six miles underground
in Neue Schwabenland (the old German base in Antarctica). I put Mr Skull
on that one.
Mark was fine after about a half hour and the MI6 wetworkers
had left or were carried away (no details yet from him), so more of us focused
on the Vril guy, who was absolutely furious because we weren't supposed
to be able to get to him. He reminds me of the demonic, murderous, ageless
character in the leather SS outfit, mask and dark glasses in HELLBOY, by
It's fun to get control of these predators, I admit.
Last week, as you know, DB's
family were almost murdered by the CIA, again, and when Carol and I
went after the perpetrators that night, sure enough, she saw the dapper,
white haired NSA guy in charge, so we got busy with him and with his CIA
crew who installed the water meter that has the depleted uranium plug welded
into it. The NSA guy isn't human, of course, so wasting him doesn't do more
than slow him down a bit (he's either reassembled or his consciousness is
transfered to a 'polaroid' clone). We figure that if we do him enough times
he'll end up like another ET, Count Sainte Germaine, whom nobody's heard
from since we did him, finally, at Mount Shasta, over a year ago. The Count
is still around; just not able to show up in human form any more and, to
the chump newagers who buy cheap copies of Benjamin Creme's little icon
portait of him, he's quite frightening looking now, so he just
won't show up for them and has also remained silent, even to the channelers.
Most folks don't know that his old castle, called 'Ste Germaine,' in France,
is on a big rock in a tidal flat. Most chump newagers assume that this very
old offworld predator and sometime shapeshifter is a saint ;-) DB met him
a couple of times under creepy circumstances, by the way.
By the way, his reference to 'doggie' is about a ground squirrel
who lives in the family's backyard and has gotten familiar with them. The
CIA no doubt poisoned the little animals just to make DB's children unhappy.
What patriots, eh? ;-)
After the MI6 wetworkers and that Vril creep were 'done,'
we got busy with the ancient Draconian who was in charge of this operation.
Fortunately for us, that old fart had been tormenting Ryan all night, and
now that there's so much orgonite out in the world, the offworld and underworld
creeps are having a harder and harder time doing harm in our dimension,
so the old sorcerer/priest, who was apparently running this Vril operation
from his home planet, was pretty worn out already. I didn't even get a chance
to join that fun because the guy collapsed under Ryan's directed wrath too
fast for me to join the fun. I'd assumed that the Draconian would be the
toughest nut to crack. Go figure.
have come back to our dimension in force due to all the gifting that's
been done. It's sort of like 'Public' broadcasting, Ken, but please bear
with me because those two things represent diametrically opposed institutions
In the case of 'public' broadcasting, you're aware that for
two weeks out of the year anyone who's accustomed to listening to a public
radio station or watching a PBS station endures the most intense, degraded
form of on-air begging. They're begging for 5% or so of the stations' operating
expenses, which are considerable due, partly, to the dizzyingly high salaries
of the top bureaucrats. Most of the rest of the annual budget is paid for
by the Rockefeller, MacArthur, Carnegie and Mellon foundations--Illuminati
money--and a little bit is paid for by the feds. Just how public do you
consider these foundations?
In the case of The Operators, among whom are the Sylphs, Lemurians,
Andromedans, local etheric entities, spirits of departed Good People, even
some good reptiles, insectoids, Pleiadians, etc., our 5% or so is plenty
sufficient to indicate that humanity is, indeed, worth saving from our own
predatory world order, hence the obvious displays in the sky, just about
everywhere now, of Sylph cloud sculptures, white lenticulars that hide the
Good Guys' spacecraft, the occasional mystical clouds ringed with magenta
and chartreuse borders, and those gorgeous cerulean skies and white, puffy
cumuli that so many of us are now seeing, here and abroad (but only when
an area has been gifted, of course), after having witnessed the horror of
HAARPed, spew laden skies and dense smog, day in and day out since early
The best part of this all, for me, though, is that some of
us, including DB, used to be box- surveilled and intimidated by a parade
of lower level CIA and even FBI thugs, psychic predators and sorcerers and
now that those payrolled sewer rats no longer have the temerity to show
their faces around us, the occult world order only assigns their top people
in plans to erase us. That's real progress! This plot was apparently hatched
after another chat/blasting effort busted up the three Illuminati meetings
in Geneva, London and New York, a month ago. By the way, on Tuesday, the
Women Warriors got together to ruin another couple of World Order Elite
(sic) gatherings and they found that these top rats are now so scattered
and disorganized that they've got more mayhem plots running than every before
but that they lack enough focus to pull any of them off, thanks to the squeeze
they're now under, hyperdimensionally. Note, too, that the reptilians and
other predatory non-humans are finding it harder and harder to cloak in
our dimension, and to stay focused.
Sun Tsu knew that war is all about energy dynmics and consciousness,
rather than bloodshed and force of arms, and that force is best used 'surgically.'
This is especially true when one belongs to the side that is grossly outnumbered
and mostly made up of people who are a paycheck or two away from the poorhouse
I think the Operators like to pick people like us, who are
pretty ordinary in popular terms, because when victory comes it will be
seen that extraordinary people didn't achieve it. That's going to be a pretty
empowering realization, don't you think?
By the way, if anyone's been gifting the death towers and
wants to know his/her status with the sewer rat world order, all one needs
to do is notice whether the subsequent. requisite black helicopter visits
are directly overhead at a low altitude or skirt around just out of rifle
range ;-) The reason I say that is that the occult world order's minions
and enforcers are mostly cowards. The chopper pilots all know that when
they break the law by flying right over our
houses, the more law-conscious among us know that we can shoot at them and
we won't be punished for it ;-)
I had mentioned before that when Carol and I were in Atlanta
over a year ago 200 FBI ninja thugs broke down the door of the apartment
of a young Saudi student on the campus in our little town, here, and charged
him with credit card fraud (no kidding!).
The chairwoman of the law school, here, was so incensed by
this blatant thuggery that she offered to personally conduct his defense
and the Saudi gov't footed the bill. Last week, he was found innocent in
Boise. This is a landmark case, though you probably won't ever hear about
it from the media news whores. Normally, when the FBI loses one of their
railroaded cases in court the trial just stops short and the records are
expunged but this time an Idaho judge actually ruled, I'm happy to say.
If the sewer rats were still really in charge, that law professor would
have been suicided and the Arab would have landed in a federal prison within
a couple of weeks.
I only mentioned this to demonstrate the FBI's cowardice and
loss of influence. Right now, as you probably know, the FBI is telling some
people in our town not to associate with us becuase 'The Croft's are dangerous
and are under intense investigation.' You also know that EFFers forced the
FBI to leave Police Chief Billie and Lt. Carl, in Tennessee, alone last
February when the FBI tried to sting them with fake dope-dealing and rape
charges right after these two heroes stood against the (now, nearly defunct)
Homeland Security Abomination, publicly.
Two weeks ago, an FBI guy in a new Audi tried to 'take one
for the team' on US Highway 95 by abruptly driving into our lane, from the
other direction, right in front of our car. Carol's reflexes were good at
the moment and she swerved onto the shoulder just in time, our car missing
his by inches at about 120 miles per hour. You can always tell the FBI local
bosses because they tint their windshields black. How far would you or I
get with a black windshield before a cop pulled us over? ;-) Yes, this is
exactly how stupid and arrogant the FBI are these days. The five Men in
Black whom I met outside of Washington, DC, after I gifted the satanic grid
there in November, 02, were all driving their own new, black Lincoln Towncars
with big chrome grills. Even they don't tint their windshields, though.
These MIB 'morticians with attitude' sure do stand out in a crowd, by the
way. I wonder how much more bizarre these world order types are going to
get before we arrest them all and get them in front of lawful judges, finally.
We celebrated our victory yesterday at Mikey's and Ryan ordered
the 'lizard special' (yes, it was made with chicken but we can imagine that
draconian meat tastes like chicken, right?)
Sensei Dennie apparently had a ball in Mark Davey's dooryard
in West Yorkshire during the 'chat' yesterday, and he's got a particular
talent for showing up, somewhat more than just astrally, in the midst of
assembled predators and doing that 'Kill Vril' thing that only a genuine
swordmaster can pull off. I can't wait to read his account! Maybe Mark had
to hose a lot of blood off his driveway ;-) Dennie is in charge of the martial
arts department at The Citadel, which is America's premier military prep
school. In January, he had conceived an orgonite weapon after having spent
a month learning more stuff from a Chinese swordmaster, including some advanced
meditation techniques. Dennie tried the new etheric weapon out at the headwaters
of the Nile in February and apparently our witch doctor associate there,
was so inspired by Sensei's success that by April he, too, was kicking reptile
butt in Africa and taking names. I think he's the first African shaman to
stand up to these old voodoo predators and it may indicate the start of
a trend there.
We all feel like we've moved up a notch in terms of the viability
of our modest global network of genuine fighters. The best confirmation,
though, came recently with the realization that more and more genuine fighters
are joining and posting on EFF. It's been pretty hard to get past the possible
stigma of being saddled with too many people who believe that 'fighting'
is something other than how the dictcionary defines it ;-) and most of the
later arrivals are true exemplars, finally. Most of the gifting is done
by people who aren't interested in fighting, and that's rather a confirmation
than a liability. We don't consider what we do to be appropriate for everyone,
but rather as a sort of janitorial service. I get a lot of blasts from hot-blooded,
militant pacifists, and, as you know, a small internet crowd of them pretty
much had me on the ropes on another board, last August, when Mark Davey
came forward and offerred to set up a board just for fighters. It's been
lke pulling teeth to keep these PC mavens from overrunning EFF. Their true
natures are apparent when they try repeatedly to log onto EFF under a variety
of assumed names and IDs. Strange world, eh? These would-be character assassins
remind me of the pitiful, militant vegans who leave the honey barrel's spout
open a few minutes before closing time in the local organic food store in
order to protest the evil humans' exploitation of bees.
Fighting the top rats of the occult world order feels like
a privelage, by the way. Oddly, it's not so much about winning, any more
than the destination defines a journey. It rather feels like we're reclaiming
our birthright or that we're stopping a schoolyard bullies from stealing
lunch money from all the first graders. Your site is a good place to discuss
this stuff but the vast, vast majority of white people simply can't conceive
most of what we're about, so if we were motivated by a desire to get famous
or rich, we'd be very disappointed and even scorned.
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