By Don Croft <email@example.com>
November 23, 2004
On the surface it was pretty innocuous but the significance
might be pretty encouraging.
Carol and I came out of a local theatre (watched NATIONAL
TREASURE--a thinly disguised, pitiful Disney puff piece for 'freemasonry'
but a lot of fun) and as we were walking toward the entrance to that little
mall two boisterous men in their 30s walked toward the theatre entrance
from the parking lot. They passed about 30 feet away from us, so weren't
there to implant us.
Whenever I get an etheric 'whiff' of feds I ask Carol to get
into their heads. She confirmed that they were feds, so I turned to look
at them. They turned around shortly after that and gave me an unpleasant
look, so I laughed and waved at them. By now, we were about 100 feet from
Normally, this would be any fed's cue to melt into the environment
(they get in trouble whenever you 'make' them, too) but these two guys followed
us into the parking lot. I bet they're in extra trouble from me writing
We got to the car and I turned to face them again while Carol
was working pretty hard to determine what agency they worked for. One had
a long pony tail--looked kind of like a computer geek--and the other one
had a leather jacket (not biker jacket) and was laughing very loudly. They
were about fifty feet from us, walking out into the mini-mall's parking
lot and giving off a lot of noisy bravado, kind of like drunks after a bread
and circus event. They obviously weren't drunk, though. This was another
uncharacteristic sign. The CIA and FBI pavement artists work so hard at
being nonentities that they actually stand out because of it.
Usually, she can tell whether our stalkers are FBI or CIA
and it's been quite awhile since we even saw one who was that blatant. It
took her quite awhile to get that they're NSA, in fact. By then they'd walked
halfway across the parking lot. I was blasting them, of course, and Carol
said they couldn't remember where their car was by then. There weren't any
cars in the direction they were walking.
A block from the parking lot, as we reached an intersection,
a Sherriff Deputy car crossed the intersection in front of us, very fast,
and Carol looked a little stunned. She said an NSA guy was driving the car
and had already gotten dispatched to check and see if we were going home.
We followed him to get to our street and he slowed down just to see if we'd
turn there. We knew they knew we weren't going on any trips. Don't kid yourself;
the NSA can usually tell what you had for breakfast any day of any year.
The only time we've ever eluded them for a period of time we had to really,
really work at it.
They know, for instance, that a US Army infantry platoon leader
had bought a Powerwand and emailed me for advice on how to use it. This
is going to be fun, I think. I assured the young Lt. that he'll be getting
a lot of protection from The Operators.
This 'in your face' kind of surveillance stuff (without the
bravado, of course) used to happen every time either of us went out for
a loaf of bread, but stopped happening over a year ago, so when we got home
I got prepared to go on an etheric safari in case we were being set up,
but Carol said, 'No--they're just flabbergasted these days and are so frustrated
that they're more openly intimidating us now.'
The NSA is above the CIA and FBI. These guys are so secretive
that most 'terrorists' (all patriots are considered terrorists before a
regime falls, of course) like me rarely encounter the NSA peekers or don't
recognize them when an encounter happens. The CIA are omnipresent but not
as competent or intelligent and the FBI, of course, are just thinly veiled
street thugs. The NSA has the best hackers, by the way, which may be what
the pony tail guy does for a paycheck.
For all the talk about the Homeland Security Abomination these
agencies are still quite separate, the way the SS and Gestapo were separate
and competitive in Hitler's day.
I was kind of looking forward to working our way up the chain
of command from those two NSA jerks. Maybe another time.
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