By Don Croft <terminator3@turbonet.com>
http://educate-yourself.org/dc/myeviltwin29jul03.shtml
July 29, 2003

If you've ever felt the need to stay away from belief, judgement and denial, this is a good time for you to do so because the following is probably going to challenge my credibility (and perhaps your credulity ;-) just about more than anything else I've ever reported.

Feel free to laugh this off if you like, of course.

The reason I'm even writing it is to formally let the Homeland Security Abomination know that Carol and I are aware of it.

Yesterday, my current teacher, Linda Kingsbury, was visiting Carol in order to work on a new invention with her and told her about a dream she'd just had in which I showed up in two places in the same house, at the same time. One version of me was laying on the couch, watching a movie and wrapped in a blanket while the other version was in the office, talking on the phone, smoking a cigarette, dressed in clothes that I don't wear and operating a bank of computers. Nothing happened in the dream to speak of, but Linda thought it was important for us to know about it.

Last night, Carol and I slept in a tent inside the big pyramid, under the rotating radionics octahedron and we discussed the dream and went hunting before we went to sleep.

It's taken us a week to get some semblance of normality after setting up the device because the big vortex that it created has been moving all of us through some pretty fast paces in terms of assimilation of new energy/information.

One of the problems with being on the cutting fringe is that not many people can relate to what you're experiencing, which is one reason why there's been some turmoil from time to time in the growing global cloudbuster network as we get to each succeeding level of competency and awareness as a group.

I hope nobody feels the need to comment on this post or to commiserate with us (we're anything but miserable, anyway ;-). There's really no need for either; I'd just like you to read and consider it, that's all. I'm sending this to Ken Adachi for inclusion on www.educate-yourself.org, too.

Carol didn't have to go far to find the cloned, fake Don Croft, nor to understand the pretty blatant agenda around him. After Carol goes to Ireland next week he was to have committed a heinous crime in front of witnesses here in town, then I was to have been arrested and disappeared into the prison system, perhaps murdered in the process--'Crazy man goes down in a hail of police bullets,' etc (I certainly wouldn't shoot any cops who came with a warrant to arrest me).

My clone is apparently right here in town, biding his time and setting up his violent act (Carol says one of the Mormon satanists is keeping him hidden in his home for the Homeland Security Abomination because we monitor their 'safehouse' at 812 Blaine Street daily), but he's no longer attached to me psychically. Two of his three handlers are dead now and the third probably doesn't want anything to do with us any more, but the cloned twin has been successfully programmed to hate me implacably and he's at least as smart and resourceful as I am, so doesn't need a lot of support. These types are kind of like guided missiles. I guess we'll have to dowse for is location and gift it shortly--time to mess with stinky resin again ;-)

What we've been seeing a bit lately is that agents are programmed to do bad things to a few of us in this network and are capable of carrying their assignments out without having any handlers. The CIA operative (MK Ultra) who had insinuated himself into our home this spring was one of those and another pioneer in our network has a reptoid/human stalker to contend with. MK boy, by the way, got arrested for grand theft (plenty of evidence) and by rights really belongs in jail, but he was let out after a few days of being charged (he had jumped bail before, but no bail was even set this time, nor was he extradited to the next county, where his fingerprints were found all over a stolen, then wrecked truck) and he's apparently gotten a fresh dose of programming. We had made his former CIA handler 'go away' as soon as we figured out the game.

His name is Mid Morrison and his blunder in early May was that he bragged to me of his affiliation with a CIA operative nearby and his own history of being a dope dealer and jailbird. He also let me know that he's been considered a powerfully psychic fellow ;-) Otherwise he was charming enough to have stayed around our family long enough to do some real damage. He's not stupid enough to come to our home any more, so that's our edge. Aiming these self-starter chumps at us is a new tactic of the Homeland Security Abomination, but it's not an essentially better one.

Just consider what I'm telling you if you're sticking your neck out and damaging their predatory infrastructure (gifting). Consider it and keep your wits about you. You'll be guided by the signals, as we are. If you're on the ball and independent/responsible enough to be doing some real damage to the fake gov't, you're not paranoid so I'm sure you'll take this advice to heart without letting it make you silly/crazy.

Let's see what transpires with this clone fellow. Mind you, I'm not even insisting that this is true. I just want the fake gov't to know that we're staying open to the possibility and that we're certainly acting on it.

I felt a real connection between us only after a couple of blasts at the guy. Carol saw the connection through my feet and her initial psychic image was of me standing on a glass with him upside down on the other side his feet to mine. After a couple of my orgone blasts she saw the rotating octahedron above us bobble, even though there wasn't even a breeze. At that point, he was only attached to one foot and I felt a surge of energy down my right leg, then he detached. I didn't say anything, but Carol giggled and said he fell on his head and was madder than ever at me. She was astonished that I wasn't aware of his anger until she mentioned it.

The bristling Homeland Security Abomination thug who sat beside me in the Motor Vehicle Dept. in Reno last month, after our victory in that area, also palpably hated me, but I didn't notice that, either. My starter wife of 22 years still desparately wants my blood too (nine years after she divorced me), but I rarely feel that any more. Maybe if I weren't so thick skinned, I couldn't function at all, considering all the allegedly powerful people I may have angered in the past couple of years.

Before Carol goes on her trip, I'll practice going after the bloody plotters, just so they'll know for sure that I can do this without her in a pinch.

She says that they were taken totally by surprise last night and had actually believed that they finally had me in the bag ;-) Here may be a case of The Operators looking after our best interests because who else could have delivered that dream to our close friend? The Operators, at least, know very well how seriously we take this form of guidance, even when it comes from other people. I'm sure they know how much we appreciate them, too.

Having said all that, I'm perfectly willing to give my life for this effort and I'm not afraid to go to prison. I'm enjoying the fight, though, and I'm not the typical, handwringing, lamb-to-slaughter, Fed-fodder type whom the fake government is so fond of mashing under their hobnail boots and/or filling up their still-burgeoning prison system with.

Life gets sweeter when we realize how quickly it can be taken from us. 'Trouble' is truly just another word for 'fun,' too.

~Don

Update: August 3, 2003

----- Original Message -----
From: "Don Croft" <terminator3@turbonet.com>
To: <editor@educate-yourself.org>
Sent: Sunday, August 03, 2003 7:53 AM

Hi, Ken--I thought you might like an update on the 'evil twin' thing:

Our friend gifted the vicinity of the clone's house outside of town on Friday with 4 towerbusters and we need to make time today or tomorrow to do more there and to take a posed digital photo for posterity. She said that all of their new red vans have license plates which vary by a single digit, so the plates were obviously gotten in bulk, along with the vans, recently.

Carol's been getting a lot of email from people who want to check their PW and other efforts on this composite fellow, so it's turned out to be a terrific training project, thanks!

The Andromedans are short, but they show up in several ways, including full frontal 3D. They never feel unpleasant, which is what distinguishes them from the 'shadow people' who were plaguing a lot of folks until a couple of years ago. I should let the other Cbers who meet them chime in with their descriptions now, if they're inclined to do that.

(If they didn't want to play, Tim, they wouldn't be showing up in your apartment, I think. You may need to take the initiative, though, for more direct communication. That shouldn't be difficult for you.)

In line with the emerging paradigm, these self-effacing little foreign people are far more powerful, effective, subtle and intelligent than even the tall, puffed up, bristly draconians who directly influence the highest levels of the Illuminati and the rest of the world order's occult excretions.

And they're definitely looking after us these days.

Carol says that the clone has lost a lot of confidence and actually fears capture now because he's being openly discussed here and on Ken Adachi's well-attended site. All parasites dread exposure.

~Don

"When a resolute young fellow steps up to the great bully, the world [order ;-)], and takes him boldly by the beard, he is often surprised to find it comes off in his hand, and that it was only tied on to scare away the timid adventurers."

~Ralph Waldo Emerson