By Zuerrnnovahh-Starr Livingstone
April 8, 2005
For months my wife Joan and I have been planning to attend
the wedding of two friends on March 26 2005 in Sedona Arizona. David is
the man who introduced us to the works of Don and Carol Croft in 2002. He
also performed as the lead musician at our wedding the same year. Joan had
built up a lot of vacation time at her job and we planned to spend twenty
days in the US but had to come home to British Columbia after fifteen days.
Both David and Erin are practitioners on the biofeed-back QXCI machine and
the newer SCIO version . David also trains others how to use the machines.
Joan and I spent a month preparing our 1975 Dodge Maxiwagon for the trip.
Early spring camping at high elevations is cold. The propane tank was replaced
and the fridge, stove and heater were serviced. The old propane tank dated
back thirty years and was heavily corroded. The appliances date from the
1960s and an earlier vehicle. They all worked.
Our first stop was a Jon Logan's house near Rock Creek BC to pick up a box
of TBs and HHgs. It was the first time we tried the heater and slept in
comfort even though there was snow on the ground in the morning.
Jon showed me a number of the projects he had on the go and his workshop
was full of work in progress. His Pulsers are spectacular. We talked about
many things regarding alchemy, orgone and free energy.
The next morning Joan and I crossed the border into Washington State and
drove to Spokane. The cedars and jack pines are showing the effects of drought
and more rain is needed to prevent wild-fires this summer.
The gasoline prices were wrong! $2.09 a gallon? That was wrong! Converted
in Canadian prices that was 64 cents per liter. The price in Canada was
nearing a dollar per liter or $3.24 per gallon. At $57.00 per barrel, 45
gallons per barrel of which only 60% to 80% is usable as fuel, the oil companies
would not be making a profit! The state and federal governments would not
be getting any taxes? Something is not correct with this picture. Canadians
are expecting gasoline to rise to $3.60 per gallon soon. It may hit at high
as $4.00 per gallon by summer when the full cost of the high oil prices
reaches the pump. My suspicion is that George Bush has asked oil companies
to keep gasoline prices down. The easiest way to do that is to pay just
$25.00 per barrel to supplier nations. As Canada and Mexico are the two
nearest suppliers with Canada as the largest foreign oil supplier, blame
Canada for the $2.09 per gallon price. The recent meeting of Prime Minister
Paul Martin with Mexico's President Vincente Fox and George Bush may have
capped the North American cost of oil. Such a move would make the world
price of $57.00 per barrel a sham. If the world price for oil were in effect
Americans would be paying between $4.00 and $5.00 per gallon. The economy
would suffer. Inflation would go sky high.
Spokane had grown since I had last visited it in 1974. I could not recognize
much of the retail strip of Division Street. Everything was new and glossy.
Downtown Spokane and the 1974 World's Fair site was basically the same.
I could feel imposed fear in the aether. The electronics from the cell phone
towers were on a low setting and my skin was hurting. Such a setting would
make people apprehensive about their neighbours and cause them to hide behind
locked doors after sunset. People experiencing such low grade fear isolate
themselves from others. This is an electronically imposed "CURFEW".
Neither Joan or I were comfortable in such an atmosphere and left town for
Pullman to the south.
Just as Don Croft reported, the area south of Spokane has microwave "death
towers" on nearly every hill. There are hundred foot towers with up
to seven arrays of various type of microwave receivers and emitters. There
are thick cables coming out of the control shacks on the ground. One of
those towers alone could handle a sizable portion of Manhattan's cell phone
usage but they cover the dryland wheat farming Paloose prairie where so
few live. I could not feel mind control commands coming from the towers.
The arrays were in passive or "listening" mode.
The Paloose is a dry area with little in the way of water resources. There
is no irrigation to the hilly region. Some of the winter wheat was sprouting
and the recent contour ploughing to prevent soil erosion and spring wheat
seeding was evident. There have been spans of years when the drought was
so severe that little grew. Paloose farmers were the poorest of the poor
yet near Colfax the brick farm houses were neat and clean. There were few
barns and no equipment sheds. There were no tractors, seeders, spreaders,
mowers, rakes or combines visible. There were just farm houses and garages
with the seeded fields coming into where the vegetable gardens would normally
be. All the farms were similar. The economics of the family farm were gone.
This was contact farming and the farmers were tenants.
The Paloose also was subjected to fall-out from escaped radiation from Hanford
about a hundred miles upwind. This is a cover-up of an American Chernobyl.
It is likely the grain has a low radiation signature. The type of grain
grown here is low in protein, the type used in making cookies. Low protein
crops do not pull as many elements from the soil as high protein crops.
In this area many women in the 1950s and 1960s came down with goitre and
had their thyroid glands removed. The scar on the neck was called a Hanford
Under the soil is a layer of basalt plainly seen along the road cuts. The
basalt varies from a few feet to hundreds of feet thick and the soil upon
which it rests is a baked red colour. The Columbia Valley lava fields cover
most of eastern Washington and Oregon. They are in western Idaho and similar
lava/basalt sheets are seen in southern Idaho and northern Utah. The explanation
I was given in school was that millions of years ago the ground opened along
a lengthy fracture and the mantle poured upon the surface of the earth.
The teacher never explained if the fracture zone had been discovered nor
why the lava hugged the shape of the earth like a formfitting carpet. Such
fractures happen at the mid Atlantic Ridge and other expansion zones. The
fracture zone is plain to see. There are no fracture zones on the maps I
have looked at. I believe that this area had been hit by a Coronal Mass
Ejection (CME) and whatever soil had been on the surface at the time was
cooked into the basalt layer. Similar zones have been found in the Ghats
region of India and south central Siberia.
There were stories from the early days of radio that reception in the Paloose
was exceptional due to the layer of basalt. I believe that the towers on
the Paloose are NSA. The Paloose might be the best listening anywhere on
Joan and I continued driving beyond sunset to get away from the area. We
drove through Lewiston and then camped at Idaho's Winchester Lake State
Park. Winter camping was allowed and we licked the money into an envelope
and put it in the gate slot. The sleep was uninterrupted and restful. The
aether was extraordinarily clear. When we awoke there was again snow on
the ground. There was no-one else there, just some ducks and loons on the
lake. I awoke remembering that the Spokane Indians call themselves "The
Children of the Sun." If a CME had shaped the land then they truly
were children of the effects of the sun.
The next day we drove through southern Idaho. We felt unhindered psychically.
What struck us was the polarization of wealth. Some communities had regular
two and three bedroom homes with two cars in the driveway. Other towns were
entirely made up of mobile homes. Some of the old mining towns with the
peeling clapboard panels curling away from the support studs. For such a
wealthy state there was a lot of poverty in central Idaho. It has been a
given in economics for a long time that the hewers of wood and drawers of
water in the resource sector get less than ten cents on the dollar of the
actual value of the resources. West Virginia derived pennies on the dollar
from the billions of dollars of coal it shipped elsewhere. Idaho with its
lumber, minerals and potato crops is not getting a fair shake. Such is the
case with all "colonies". Idaho is a colony. Not until manufacturing
is in place does wealth spread into the trailer court towns... but New York
and Washington DC are shipping all manufacturing outside the country...when
does a nation become trailer court town?
I know that a lot of orgonite has been spread around Boise. I could feel
a bit of the CURFEW frequencies while speeding past on I-84. A few have
cleared the boot print of Masonic geomancy. Thank You.
I could feel the presence of radiation fall-out. On the state map there
were many places where the poisons are kept. Then there are places which
have not been disclosed to the public. All eight states we visited have
the same problem with radioactive materials. A lot of orgonite will be needed
for the hot zones. I have not seen a Geiger Counter since university in
the early 1970s. If radiation detectors can be found use them to search
out places to drop TBs. I am not fearful of atomic radiation but wary of
its problems. It is possible to live a healthy life regardless of exposure.
A good attitude goes with a good immune system and people with good immune
systems are not bothered by exposure. Orgonite, as Don Croft has proven,
changes radioactivity. I believe it lengthens the radioactive half-life
by altering the temporal matrix.
Joan and I arrived in Ogden Utah after dark and could not find a camping
area. Most were still closed for winter and the one that we did find open
was more like a trailer court. The office was closed and there were no late
arrival instructions. We elected to stay in a motel. The shower felt good.
I mused to Joan, "Was there an Ogden Nash Rambler dealership in the
1950s?" She groaned, "I like Ogden Nash poems." I added,
"Did you know Ogden Nash wrote about the NWO ninety years ago?"
My sleep was disturbed as I was feeling a stabbing pain in the third eye
and tight bands around the head and heart. Such is the indication of an
atmosphere of wilful prayer. I was feeling the strong action of group prayer
sessions. In the morning I awoke feeling like a couple of astral missionaries
in black suits with the Book of Mormon in one hand and the Bible in the
other hand tried to convince me to join their church. I said, "No Thank
We drove into Salt Lake City and parked at a meter at Temple Square. The
pressure on my head felt like a fifty pound migraine. I could not generate
any sort of heart felt energy. We went into the bookstore across the street.
Our idea was to buy some books for vacation reading. As I was feeling horrible
and wanted to leave town as soon as possible I chose a sci-fi novel and
went to the register to pay for it. The cashier looked at what I had placed
before him and I could see heavy judgment, a snarl in his eyes. It was as
if he were saying in his thoughts, "A good Mormon would not read such
trash!" He was rude with the way he took the money and he forcefully
pushed the change back at me as if trying to push me out of the store.
I went upstairs to the coffee shop and there was a huge window overlooking
Temple Square. The Tabernacle with its tall spires is actually quite small,
the dimensions come from the Temple of Solomon. To make up for the lack
of room a domed building and office complex have been added. The stonemasonry
was exacting. Due to the heavy psychic pressure I was feeling all I could
think of was the travail and pain of the stone polishers. It felt like a
mausoleum. Having read the Book of Mormon from cover to cover I could see
death written on every stone. In the Book of Mormon the lost tribes of Israel
who escaped capture by Babylon about 700 BC, fled by ship to America. Christ
after His resurrection teaches the lost tribes in America. The book ends
with war after war and the wiping out of the Israelites. When the imagery
of Revelations in the New Testament is combined with the Book of Mormon
a dark vision of what to expect in this life is hammered together. This
is little wonder that "survivalist" is part of the Church of the
Later Day Saints.
Joan bought a couple of books and got the same treatment from the clerk.
In reference to the rude restaurateur Jerry Seinfeld called the "Soup
Nazi", I called him the "Book Nazi." I wanted to be "Outta
Here" in a big way.
Driving on I-15 south the stamp of Mormon/Ethan Allen like architecture
was everywhere. Even the big box stores and national chains had taken on
the appearance of 150 year old grandfather clocks. Time is ticking, the
world as we know it will be gone soon enough. Only the surviving Mormons
will be here to reap its bountifulness. The stone weightiness of the Tabernacle
reveals a stiff-necked denial of the impermanence of mortal life.
On top of all that control over people I was feeling the electromagnetic
pulse of CURFEW.
South of Nephi we saw a spectacular and deadly six vehicle crash. Two medivac
helicopters were called. The speeds on the interstate highways is posted
at 75 MPH. The actual speed is 90 MPH. Joan and I turned off the interstate
towards Bryce Canyon, Kanab and Page Arizona. Even off the four lane highway
the speeds were high. Over the stretch of road north of the North Rim of
the Grand Canyon we were doing the posted 65 MPH and eighteen wheelers were
passing us at 90 MPH on two lane highway. The 75 Dodge Maxiwagon has a thirty
year old motor in it which uses one quart of 10 W 30 every eight hours.
I kept pushing the camper at a constant 65 MPH much to the anger of the
motorists who wanted to do Autobahn speeds on a desert road. The next morning
I learned from a Navaho counterman at Checker Auto Parts (while buying more
10 W 30) that everyone races along that road, it is part of the culture.
Then in a cautionary voice he said that there are five agencies that can
issue speeding tickets between Kanab and Page: Utah and Arizona Highway
Patrol, two Sheriff Departments and Wild Life Officers. From one Sheriff
he got a $400 ticket for doing 68 MPH and from a highway patrol he got $300
for being 20 MPH over the limit. Somehow the laws seem draconian and arbitrary.
Do people break the law because the law needs to be broken?
Page Arizona at the Glen Canyon Dam was our first glimpse of the Grand Canyon.
The high altitude desert of Navaho-land felt unencumbered by the weight
of mind control electronics.
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