[Editor's Note: The article is about how to build a device that Don had identified
as "the Big Secret" in many of his earlier articles. Details on how to make
the device were given to Carol Croft by Andromedan aliens one night near China
Lake Naval station in California. The device is simple to make and does not
cost much in material, however, it's potential capabilities are amazing, but
only if you make it and if you apply yourself to its
application with a dedicated and conscientious frame of mind. Like the Succor
Punch, this is a powerful tool, if you treat it seriously ..Ken
By Don Croft <email@example.com>
August 15, 2002
Carol and I are making plans for this device available because we've determined
that it can't be used to do harm. We won't ever publicly share
plans for making mobius coils because misuse of them can make one ill and
the regime is likely using them right now in some of those transmitters to
generate dead orgone fields. That may account for the inability of the cloudbusters
to neutralize the transmitters within their field of influence. It's okay,
though, as this provides some incentive for the Cbers to get out and about
and neutralize them with orgonite tower busters. If we don't do it,
you can bet nobody else will.
Big Secret is a departure from the orgonite devices in that it operates through
interaction only, which should please a lot of the folks who seem to wish
that this were true of orgonite. Remember that your Big Secret might not work
for anyone else, so choose the crystal with a little discretion if you can
because you'll be relying on that personal connection to the crystal. Mine
also works for Cameron, my 12 year old son.
Most who are reading this remember the circumstances surrounding the conception
of the Big Secret in November of 2001, while Carol and I were driving
south along China Lake, one of the many, unconscionably ugly secret underground
bases in Southern California. But for those who are unfamiliar with that report,
here's the short version .
We had just driven through Death Valley and two shiny, new unmarked
vans with tinted windows, sent to run us off the road coming up out of
the valley, had passed us after midnight driving hellishly fast and close.
That was the first time in this project that our lives had been in danger
(they tried that on our next two visits to Death Valley, too) Carol
telepathically got that the vans were filled with SWAT-type mercenaries
from several countries, including Russia, part of the private army of the
We had seen more 'nice' alien craft that night than ever before, as
opposed to the black ops government craft and the ones the reptilians and
B Sirians drive and create those nasty dark lenticular clouds around in the
By the time we had reached China Lake, I saw a familiar light moving
slowly up the mountain opposite from us across the dry lake bed/underground
base. It looked like the ground was lit by stadium lights, but I didn't
see the lights. I'd seen the same phenomenon in Central British Columbia one
night five years before that-my second UFO encounter then.
Carol was trying to sleep in the front seat, leaning against the door. I
didn't want to wake her up, since UFO's had become fairly common sights for
us, but I saw her trying to push something away from her face and she was
muttering something in her sleep.
She woke up right after that and told me that a white-skinned little alien
was 'in her face' trying to get her attention, but that she was too tired
to focus on him. He was very persistent, and Kashi, our Atlantean
elder friend, insisted that Carol pay attention, so she woke up.
She said the little dwarf guy was from the group of craft that were
lighting up the hillside. We later learned that they're from the
Andromeda star group, here to give us information for our species' development.
He wouldn't even hint at the purpose or use of this device; just
insisted that we had to figure it out on our own and that we mustn't share
it until we'd become acquainted with its workings.
After we returned to Moscow, Idaho I made the first one according to
Carol's instructions. It was pretty crude but we both saw violet
light along the coiled copper. Carol saw a field of that light around the
crystal. But I'm getting ahead a bit here.
Making the Big Secret
Here are the instructions, which are quite simple:
Find a relatively clear quartz crystal, at least
three inches long, which has a point at each end.
Wrap a bare copper wire, clockwise, around the center, as tightly as possible
by hand in order to prevent the crystal from falling out. I start with 12
feet of wire now, wrapping the center section around the crystal.
In the shape of a cone forming outward from the center, form the wire into
five turns in each direction, so that there are five turns leading
to the center of the crystal, three turns around the center,
and five turns leading outward from the center in the other
I now use a plastic funnel to make each set of five turns and I knocked
the spout of the funnel off enough to hold the crystal at the center.
I wrap so that there is some wire left over after the five precise turns
have been made, then I cut off the remainder beyond the five turns.
I arrange the turns so that there isn't a lot of waste.
In the picture, the wire is thicker than it needs to be. I've
since re-made mine after the crystal broke in two during the expedition
to close the remaining portal of that reptilian hive in Western Canada,
probably because it was time to upgrade to another crystal.Crystals have
their own way of speaking to us, as many of us have found out.
I use the same funnel to rest mine on when I'm not using it.
Programming the Big Secret
As soon as I'd made the first one, which is the one Carol still uses,
she knew what the purpose was. She was told at that point, by
whom, we don't know, that one may speak his/her heart-felt desires
into the center of the crystal and they'll manifest.
By this time, I was scheduled to go to Namibia, so I waited until I
got back in January before I made one for myself.
Here's what happened to me the first time I used mine:
At that point, the only thing my heart longed for was to have free access
to my children again. It was a time when it seemed least likely
to happen. Their mom was being quite aggressive and manipulative
in my view and not at all willing to negotiate with me, seven years after
I felt an odd assurance that things would radically change before long
and I went to sleep.
I spent what seemed the entire night in a lucid dream in which some
Gypsies along the north shore of Lake Superior were teaching me about my
Id and introducing us to each other.
Carol was beside me in the dream, but was forbidden to explain to me what was
happening. The Gypsies were very kind and supportive but rather adamant
that I pay close attention. I've always resonated strongly with Gypsies for
The Id started out looking like a bald, middle aged, dapper man in a
three piece, silk suit, but as we watched, he changed into a black panther,
at which point I woke up. During that day, Carol and Jenny complained that
some shadowy, fast creature was lurking about the house on all fours, knocking
things over and generally harassing them both. Jenny was fit to be
They both discovered that it was my Id, or doppelganger,
which had come to stay with us from my dream. Having identified
the creature, they did what needed doing to persuade it/him to stop bothering
The house next door, which is the point of purchase for hard drugs in our
little college town, was very noisy the following night. I couldn't sleep
on account of the loud, booming speakers and after a half hour or so of being
kept awake and annoyed, I heard what sounded like a sledge hammer hitting
the wall of the neighbor's house closest to my bedroom window. The 'music'
stopped instantly and I went to sleep. I thought they'd been hanging pictures
or something and was grateful that the noise stopped.
Next morning, Carol asked me what I'd done to the neighbors to terrify
them the night before, and we figured out that my Id was just performing
a service for me, unasked.
A few months later, my children's mom called and asked if they could come visit,
perhaps live with me. My 12 year old son, Cameron, now lives with us and my
14 year old daughter, Nora, spent part of the summer and will visit regularly.
I can now send her things without her mom intercepting and destroying them.
A personal friend of mine was raised in a family that has been involved in
the regime's agenda for many generations. His dad is high up in the
CIA's wetwork establishment-an unsavory, satanicly-inclined character in a
Navy Intelligence Officer's uniform. Awhile back, after someone
in his chain of command was sent to psychically attack us, we simply 'roasted'
the assailant with the Succor Punch for awhile and traced the chain up to
this jerk, whom we discovered was my friend's dad (my friend confirmed that
later), and I sent my Id through the Succor Punch to keep that fancy thug
busy 'protecting' himself for a month or so.
Since the old bugger is directly responsible for arranging the attempted
murder of his own son, I made it clear to him, psychically, that
neither my Id nor myself was pleased with him and any further interference
would get him into more trouble than he could fathom. Imagination can be
a wonderful thing.
Id showed up back home at some point after that and I knew that his mission
had been accomplished, having apparently boosted the old fella's dry cleaning
bill exponentially during that month. I probably don't need to mention
that I haven't been psychically assaulted since that first time. We can't
cause the miscreants to like us, but we sure as hell can make them respect
I'm waiting to see how others will use the device. I trust that nobody
we know will just want to get rich, sexy and powerful ;-) -what a waste
of copper and crystal; leave that prime motivation to the Cargo Cult adherents,
who say, 'What Would John Frumm Do?'
Carol uses hers a lot but hasn't shared her adventures with me yet.
She's no doubt working on making me a 'better man, ' at least, for which
she has my undying support.
When Kolina, the Wheelchair General in The Netherlands, was undergoing
the worst of the harassment from a Draconian associated with the White
Brotherhood for the work she and the crew had done so well in Malta, I
sent the Id on an errand to bother the Draconian. Unfortunately, he came
back the next day having failed in his mission. That was okay, ultimately,
since Kolina was successfully helped by her local friends in this case,
whom I've been told don't want their names mentioned, though most of the
Cbers know who they are ;-) We should all be so humble, eh?
Don't worry if no razzle dazzle shows up for you after you've made your
own Big Secret. Once your desires are stated, the way they will manifest
will not likely resemble your imagined goal, I hope you know, since the
whole purpose of getting our wishes granted is to move us up into a higher
awareness and everything looks different with a change in altitude.
Another saying that I'm fond of: 'As your faith is, so shall your
powers and blessings be.'
As usual with using potent energy devices, our ability to stay away
from denial, belief and judgment is directly proportional to the quality
and quantity of the information we'll receive from using them. I think
faith is what comes from studiously avoiding those three pitfalls during
our independent investigations of reality.
Another reminder that is mostly redundant in this forum
of orgone aficionados: All energy devices except for the ones made
of orgonite don't do much on their own-they're eminently interactive,
so abusing them or ignoring them gets us as much benefit from them as a chimp
gets from a sextant or a book of poetry.
As usual, don't be shy about posting your experiences in the cloudbuster
forum! It's got a moderator again, so the meanies and HAARPies
among us have to keep their big traps shut and act like kind, courteous folks,
just like before the moderator was booted out of the first forum by the feds.
THREE CHEERS FOR STUART JACKSON for creating and hosting this new, inviolable
cloudbuster forum on his own server at http://forums.cloud-busters.com
While we're at it, THREE CHEERS FOR STEPHANIE RELFE, who had the
courage and commitment to set up the first forum and promote it on her
excellent website, http://www.metatech.org.
Before she did that last September, mine was a voice calling in the wilderness,
literally. We've shared some enlightening and enriching experiences,
which will, no doubt, long continue to happen in our shared projects.
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