[Editor's Note: The amazing journal of Don & Carol Croft continues.
For the tiny, minuscule fraction of humanity fortunate enough to have
stumbled upon these pages, consider yourself privileged and part of a very select
circle. Within the pages of these Adventures,
we are witnessing one of the most exciting and dramatic real life sagas to have
unfolded since the days of the Old West, yet there's really nothing in
history to adequately compare it to. It stands on its own as a shining example
of the triumph of courage over fear, creativity over destruction, truth over
deceit, and of course, good will over evil intent. Against unbelievable odds
and facing a mind bending disparity of resources, finances, and personnel, a
mere handful of ordinary people (with 'extraordinary' assistance to be sure)
are thwarting one of the most diabolical plots to destroy and enslave humanity
in the history of planet Earth. If the motion picture were ever made and the
story accurately told, this saga would sweep ever major award in film and print
and be retold with a mantle of awe and admiration for generations to come. Unlike
the mega-million propaganda vehicles churned out by the Illuminati stooges in
Hollywood, here we have real heroism, real adventure, and real
danger. I had the chance to meet the Intrepid Duo up close this time and
got to witness the action first hand. Mama Mia, what an afternoon! It was a
little like being dropped into the set of Men In Black III at Universal Studios-
and we only went to lunch ;-)
Just so you know, in all of these episodes, the subtitles, underlines, bold
words, and italics, are mine to emphasize the importance of what's being communicated,
but the writing is all Don Croft. So sit back and buckle up. As that deep, baritone
voiced announcer queries at the opening of the Art Bell show: "Wanna take
a ride?" ...Ken Adachi]
By Don Croft <terminator3@turbonet.com>
http://educate-yourself.org/dc/adc45Apart07dec02.shtml
December 7, 2002
Carol and I took circuitous route to deliver the chemtrails documentary to
Stuart. We started out by eluding the NSA stalkers in Seattle, dropped a few
healing devices around Mt. Rainier on the way to Taos, New Mexico, then picked
up the CD in Los Angeles and took it to Stuart in San Francisco.
There are a lot of indicators that this rapacious world regime is losing control
these days and our total success is only one of them, but it certainly bears
reporting for the sake of historic record, if not for the sake of journalism.
I mentioned the latter because, of course, none of what we're doing is reported
with the intention of proving anything. Our hope and design is that these
few people who are able, ready and willing will repeat what we've done and
expand on it, as many have done already. We're happy to leave the proof to
someone else.
I'm told that up to half the people who are posting on our forum are NSA,
CIA, CSSA and Interpol moles and unwitting, stoned-out agent provocateurs,
waiting for an opportunity to divide and destroy the cloudbuster network and
erase our efforts (let's see who on the forum has the chutzpah to call me
paranoid for offering this assessment ;-). Even that is encouraging
and a confirmation because it only takes two or three of these agents to neutralize
most other forums on the internet. Of course they'll fail, probably
sooner than later, since all of the good stuff here is done by example, not
by personality factors, and everyone's discouraged from imitation and
blind acceptance. Those of us who operate in the field do so without
human assistance when necessary and our networking is informal and 'un-organized.'
Much, if not most, of the cloudbuster, HHg, and towerbusting
work is now done by people who don't even contact the forum. This is the most
encouraging development to me, though they apparently closely follow the posts
on the forum, so the forum will remain viable and essential to this global
healing task.
It can't be argued that there are any kingpins or charismatic leaders
here and that's also problematic for the world regime's espionage apparati.
The agents are finding it counterproductive to attack the Old Fart Himself,
for instance.
Carol and I had brought a hundred tower busters and ten holy handgrenades
along to create a nice buffer around my kids in Seattle and Mt. Vernon, WA
(we thought) but after dropping the kids off at their mom's place in Mt.
Vernon we 'decided' that we needed to get to Taos because the word,
'Taos' had shown up in a lucid dream Carol had two days before. We hadn't
discussed that dream with anyone or outside a Succor Punch field until then.
At this point, unless one has taken steps to shield one's thoughts from
the NSA psychics, those thoughts are as accessible as the PJ chumps in THE
MATRIX were to 'the Agents.' It takes more than a Succor Punch to
do that, unfortunately.
We'd had some success eluding the NSA stalkers by using Mr. Skull, my crystal-skull
Succor Punch. The entity who was helping us through Mr. Skull has the
ability to make whatever vehicle we're driving appear to be any vehicle we
like. Carol has confirmed it by 'looking through the eyes' of the fed
stalkers and police (ALL police forces are funded primarily by the feds these
days) as they scan for us on the highways.
We made a NSA psychic in the restaurant in Seattle Thursday morning (Thanksgiving-I'd
forgotten to bring my new super-telephoto camera into the restaurant) and
that guy was the last one to see us until we arrived at Secret Buddy's house
in Los Angeles five days later. The first two nights we experienced some
frantic searching by the fed stalkers and I had to exercise some uncharacteristic
self-discipline to keep them from accessing our location while I was in my
alpha and beta states. I've since gotten better at that. On the second night,
in Colorado, Carol woke me up around midnight and said, 'They're getting
close; think about some other place!' After another couple of minutes,
she said, 'It's okay, they're gone.' The first night we stayed in
a little town in Idaho. We parked behind the building, so the fed pavement
artists wouldn't be able to see our car. The psychics came out in force
on night two.
Of course the NSA's been using psychics since their inception. I believe
the CIA is primarily involved with electronic gadgetry and old-style pavement-artist
surveillance, but the NSA uses a blend of satanic, ritual magic and technology
to do its work-not surprising since the top NSA people are the 'National
Security Council' who operate whoever has been appointed President of the
United States. The movie, Hearts Over Atlantis, has some news that
we tower busters can use these days about the true nature of fed psychics.
'Major Ed Dames' is a bad joke. 'Remote viewing Satan,' indeed
;-)
Have you noticed that the media whores are feasting on Dick Cheney's entrails
now? We believe that's due to our informal network's having prevented
Bush's assassination last month and our collectively 'interfering' with Chainsaw
Cheney and the other US rats in the sinking ship of the world regime. If
this sociopath fully intended to have his war on Saddam, we seriously doubt
he'll be able to pull if off now, since he's essentially been shown to be
out of balance. Like with too many rats in a small space, the one who shows
weakness is eaten by the others (Better use a lot of spices in that meat,
you remaining boys and girls sitting at the dungheap's summit!).
When my Doppelgangster is done with the NSA boss of the underground base
at Yellowstone (they use Elizabeth Clair Prophet's nearby chumps as techie
slave labor and blood sacrifices), I think I'll put him to work on Condoleza
Rice, since I learned that all of the satanic rituals of 32d and 33d degree
Freemasons and eighth and ninth degreeTheosophists are carried out be women
like her. Apparently Hillary Clinton is wanting to move up from being the
baby slayer in those rituals ('It Takes a Lodge') to the boss position. It's
always better to deal with the boss than with flunkies. All the ritual performers
are flunkies, of course, but they're the ones who are actually operating
the regime's occult engine of destruction.
I remind you that this is just my opinion, of course.Apparently enough people
have similar opinions because the ten top jerks in America are not having
a lot of fun these days. Just before we got busy with them in October with
Succor Punches,
Big Secrets,
radionics,
etc., they were in pretty high spirits-remember? Just track their progress
by looking at their photos from week to week.
Speaking of photos, have you noticed the look on Prince
William's face lately? He looks like a bloody demon waiting to tear
somebody's throat out. Also, his pop looks like he's aged ten years in the
last year, otherwise Dad looks as oblivious as ever. Many are now saying
that Prince William 'Arthur' is the AntiChrist, the false prophet to be trotted
out after we get martial law in America-and then the planet. I'm glad my grown
kids didn't go through that phase in their teens. Yikes-I'd probably be dead
as Diana now. Look at that guy's face and consider how many saps would buy
into the 'World Savior' scam. Can you say, 'psycopath?' Here's
where new age programming is likely to be put to its most severe test. It
will be fun to watch if one has a strong stomach.
We rubbed energy fields with a lot of NSA agents since we let them find us
on Monday morning (they still couldn't see us, but I'll get to that in Part
Two) They were getting wound up tighter and tighter each day. The advantage
we had was that they were unable to see us, so we got pretty close to them
in their unguarded moments. I have to wonder how these folks survive a normal
workday, surrounded as they are by people just like them (I probably don't
want to understand that).
After Stuart got the documentary online and fixed (with his Succor Punch),
the Man in Black who was in charge of interruping cloud-busters.com's internet
access, the downloads started from all over the world and we knew that Stuart
Jackson wasn't going to be 'Ninja'd' out of this life for slapping the face
of the NSA/CIA, so we all went to a restaurant to celebrate.The feds who were
in there, waiting, gave us the most forlorn looks, like we'd shot their dogs.
It was quite a spectacle. That's when I knew for sure that we'd all beaten
the Mighty Fed Spook Agencies, playing by our own rules. They didn't
even poison our food that evening, though even our waitress was an agent (psychic,
too ;-).
It takes some effort and attention to stop the fed psychics from anticipating
our moves.The fact that they've found very, very few of our orgonite devices
can only be attributed to higher intervention, in my opinion. I'll
continue to give detailed reports of how Carol and I elude these psychic weasels
(not to give weasels a bad name, of course) and I hope everyone will try
their hand at it. It's wonderfully fun and rewarding and it's getting
less risky, day to day.
Some folks are mystified that we haven't been suicided. I'm told by folks
who 'know something' that there have been many attempts. We're only aware
of three from the regime and one from Bad ET. Some folks give me too much
credit for courage. In fact, most of what looks like courage is simple
oblivion. Carol's the one with real guts because she sees the threat on the
astral plane and does this stuff anyway. She also sees the protection there,
of course, but only because she has faith.Without faith, even the most potent
psychics won't see the protection because they simply choose to live in fear
instead. Caveat emptor.
We drove from Durango (where we spent the second night) to Taos, only
stopping to heal a vortex at a mountain pass and two more in the high valley
on whose eastern edge lies Taos. When we do those healings, the dark masters'
agents are aware first, then the NSA, and then the CIA.
There's a place called Las Piezas (The Stones) on the western edge of
Taos' valley, where the highway comes out of the mountains. Carol saw a
large, weakened vortex at one of the small-hill sized stones which is on
US Forest Service's area headquarters and horse farm, which were not occupied
that day.
As we were walking back from placing the HHg, a late model sedan with darkened
windows all around drove around the parking area, obviously looking for somebody
(us). Carol said they didn't even see us, though we were in the open,
close to the parking lot. She also said they're aliens, which is why the glass
was blackened, that it was not likely even a car (we were apparently caused
to perceive it that way) and that it came up from an
underground facility very close by.
The valley's about forty miles wide at an elevation of 7,000 feet.
Toward the eastern edge a very deep, narrow canyon runs through it at the
bottom of which flows the Rio Grande River over a series of cataracts.
Our next task was to drop a HHg into the river, so we walked out onto
the middle of the bridge and had the good fortune to hit a pool instead
of a rock, which would probably have shattered the HHg dropped a thousand
feet or so.
We had the notion that this project has something to do with the Wingmakers
and we were directed to a hill southwest of Taos, right after we checked
into a hotel. For some reason it's easy to see where all the vortices are
in that valley (and in many other places, thanks to all the cloudbusters)
because the clouds spin [vortex] around them. These aren't ordinary
clouds; they're the amorphous, wispy, white ones that I saw forming each afternoon
on my initial Tower Busting research exercize in Southern Idaho in September.
In that case, it formed over each town after all the deathforce and HAARP
transmitters and arrays were neutralized.
It seems that a lot of Cbers mistake these clouds for chemtrail remnants
(and get bummed out), but in fact, Carol and I believe we're witnessing a
brand new cloud form. I saw these in Africa, where there are no chemtrails,
so I think I'm correct about this.
It took some time to reach the hill vortex location southwest of town and
that vortex is on land that the King of Spain had given to somebody in the
1500s. Carol went through the fence to put the HHg in the right spot, then
we went back to the hotel.
As we entered our room we realized that the electricity wasn't working.
In fact the whole down had lost power a moment before and it wasn't restored
for another hour. I asked a local store owner if this was common and he said
it only happened during violent storms. The day was very pleasant, with
a blue sky, warm temperatures and a light breeze.
One of the characteristics of a 'vortex cloud' is that it tends to develop
into a cumulonimbus where there are drought conditions.Many people in drought
areas have told me that their cloudbusters created rainstorms this way and
I've witnessed it more than a few times.
These are obviously created locally, not blown in on a frontal system.
Usually blue sky and smaller, cumulus clouds are seen all around and
the rainstorm doesn't move away downwind. I enjoy watching people's
faces more than the storm itself in those cases. I feel like the good
witch, Glinda, in THE WIZARD OF OZ, saying, 'Wake up!' at times like that.
Also, these vortex clouds in North American drought regions are routinely
suppressed by a type of chemtrail that dissipates clouds. I think that's
a variation of silver iodide, but I'm not sure. These clouds are normally
formed around the higher mountains in some areas. When a cloudbuster is within
a hundred miles or so, these mountain tops are constantly wreathed with
raining or snowing clouds.
After we did the vortex southwest of Taos, we saw cumulus beginning to form
in the outer tendris of that cloud and the other vortex clouds extended toward
each other and thickened into cumulus, as well. By the next morning,
it was raining. Carol said that what we did allowed the vortices to re-connect
after having been isolated from each other by ritual dark magic and HAARP.
The vitality of the atmosphere in that region is so strong that chemtrails
don't last more than a few seconds. There were several spewplanes crisscrossing
the skies over the valley and mountains when we were there. I think the nearest
cloudbusters to Taos are in Santa Fe and Durango.
We think that anyone who visits Chaco Canyon, farther west, and puts a
HHg in the right area will break the NSA's control of the Wingmaker archaeological
site and allow the information to finally go public instead of being distorted
on the internet. How about it, Santa Fe CBers? Let me know if you want map-dowsing
data.
The trip to Los Angeles from New Mexico was unremarkable except that we noticed
that the Lemurians are blocking all the HAARP effects from reaching Navajo/Hopi
land, where it was raining nicely. There was a lot of HAARP stuff going on
south of there along Interstate 40, but the green and magenta bordered Lemurian
lenticulars [clouds] created a sort of wall-in-the-sky, beyond which none
of the striations, which are characteristic of HAARP transmissions [a highly
striated, banded-cloud look], could be seen north of the highway, which runs
along the southern border of the huge Navajo Reservation. The Hopi Reservation
is squarely in the middle of Navajo land. And there are three cloudbusters
around the Hopis' perimeter.
By the fourth night, we experienced no more probing by NSA psychics, but
we'd been dogged by a sort of Draconian ET group for a couple of weeks and
they always seemed to know where to find us. We'd successfully discouraged
them from exerting pressure on Carol's head, but were having some problem
getting one of them to leave me alone. Carol eventually chopped off his
left arm, but he kept at me, sort of like the Black Knight in MONTY PYTHON'S
HOLY GRAIL.
Carol says they have gray skin and are sort of like mules, used by the
Draconians specifically for harassment/murder. She says they've been bred
to have low intelligence and suicidal determination. I asked Carol to stop
harming the guy who was hurting my back and neck and to let him know that
we love him and that stopped it for both of us.
There's a certain dynamic involved in applying Christ's teachings that
seems to have escaped most Christians and has certainly eluded the head-oriented
Theosophists (and, by extension, all the mentally-programmed New Agers) who
insist that Jesus is 'one of them' and a clever ritual magic adept rather
than a Divine Manifestation, Who is beyond their jacked-up mental comprehension,
but easily found through anyone's healthy heart chakra.
Just as 'everyone who talks about heaven isn't going there', I hope that
you aren't tricked into believing that anyone who talks about selfless love
can demonstrate it. In the realm of action, money talks and BS walks.
If fine rhetoric was sufficient, all the good talkers who have run from this
fight at the first sign of actual opposition would still be out there busting
towers instead of sniping at the ones who are still at it or disappearing
off the radar screen altogether.
Lao Tse's dissertation on the power of humility can round the average
Christian's understanding of Jesus' sacrifice so that he/she can get past
the phony elitism and Gnostic mishmash that the clergy foisted on him/her
for two millenia. You can bet Jesus didn't go out with a whimper as we're
led to believe, nor did human limitations ever factor in to his earthly
work.
We paid a visit to Secret Buddy, somewhere in Los Angeles, but that's the
only part I can't talk about until he decides its okay. He's the one with
the most serious dropped-jaw syndrome regarding our survival under the circumstances.
I wish I could share some of his stories. Maybe he'll agree to co-author a
book with us someday.
The really fun stuff started when we connected-the next day-- with Cbswork
[Los Angeles member of www.forum.cloud-busters.com], who made good on his
promise and metaphorically chained us to the galley bench (our convertible)
and made us use our bucket o' towerbusters in his grand scheme, which he'll
describe when it's done. The whip he wielded on Carol and I was the enticement
of letting us see, firsthand, the fruits of LAARP's ['Los Angeles Atmoshpere
Reclaimation Project'] labor to date and also of letting us participate in
some of the juiciest bits of their regional campaign.
He promised to post a full account of his insights and accomplishments
in the project. I suspect that the other LAARP members--Rick, Pickles
and Andy--will then share what they've done in this campaign, too. When you
see how simple and obvious it is, you'll slap your forehead, as I did.
More to follow...
