By Mark Davey <info@suckingeggs.com>
http://educate-yourself.org/dc/trustingtheoperators08jan04.shtml
Jan. 8, 2004

When I first got digital with Don Croft, I was actively trying to solve the chemtrail mystery to my own satisfaction. Don told me when my theories had gone off kilter. The information that he shared and his genuine interest to post truthful information to the activists I was communicating and getting feedback from, impressed me. I never read his Adventures, having seen comments about the alien thing. But I have always put that to the back of my mind that the possibility existed. In essence, I cut out the information that would have led me to understand him better. I learnt fast that he was always 100% correct when he critiqued my information. We started an amazing daily e mail dialogue. It was quite some time before I actually peeked my head into the orgonite field.

I trusted Don’s information. We worked together on some campaigns to help fellow truth seekers and correct changers of the course of humanity. Never being one to worship/work/explore/research crystals, I put my trust in the hands of so many who had gone before me. I built a cloud buster. It worked.

Some months later (and a genuine mathematical impossibility), a group of amazing people met as the operators played chess with their lives. Two saw, two led, and two carried the flag. The effort had doubled within 24 hours; the effect was stunning, instant, and well thought out.

Now I cannot say when I decided to order a plane ticket that I could not pay for, and go see some orgone people in the USA. I just did it and knew it would all come together. A newbie gives me a call, wants some HHg’s and some towerbusters, money starts flying in with small amounts from out of nowhere…the ticket gets paid for. The scene is set.

I arrive after 48 hours of consistent and unrelenting buttons being pushed by the dark side: destroying computer equipment, forcing situations and turning the emotional screws on everyone in my immediate environment. I knew they were trying to get a reaction from me and the minute they broke my energy they would be in f**king with the inner workings of my mind and being.

I got to the airport and all they could do to impede my will was to mess around with the planes, pushing the stress and awaiting the anger/fear response…it never happened. I cannot say why I was so strong and resilient in the dark forces quest to get in on the meeting, (I later discovered some good energy was being focussed on me), but they pushed everything at me, while working on the rest of the group. Finally I had arrived to meet the man Croft and his wife Carol. I recognised Don first, although I have never seen a picture of him before. I recognized Carol, as I had seen her picture before. Very old friends met for the first time; a big hug and they bonded in actual 3D and all the other dimensions occurring at the same time. Gifting in route, the conversations began: brothers and sisters in arms, learning from one another, time standing still as outside forces were still trying to create the opportunity to enter the meeting through any weak link in the newly formed trinity. One will lead, one will see, one will carry the flag...

By nightfall, we were behind schedule. It did not matter, as all knew something special was taking place. The energy was high and the laughter and insights flowing. Cop tales, snow blizzards, gas, coffee, cigarette (me) breaks, and hours and hours of open, uplifting and enlightening exchanges took place as friends gifted from Boise, Idaho to Reno Nevada, pulling in at the cheapest motel on earth, awaiting your gambling money in exchange for a bed for the shirt off your back. All slept soundly. I was particularly happy with my first days expenditure, with little to spread around. I awoke fresh and ready for the day's drive to San Francisco and the meeting with Stuart. I bathed, sang a little, and wondered why it was so quiet. I walked across the road to a gas station to get some coffee and was shocked to discover it was four in the morning. I returned to my room and felt sorry for the person listening to my singing in the next room. As I had not been to the States in over four years, I decided to see how fascist the country had become, it was already looking way over what Orwell had shared as a possibility, what with being searched three times in SF airport, the swab on my sucker punch, the quizzical looks when I explain it helps with mediation and the interest in why the Harmonic Protector did not go off in the detectors they were using. Once in, and having to spend 12 hours on New Year's eve listening every twenty minutes to the NSA’s Christmas message “WARNING: National Security is on HIGH terror alert, we are at CODE ORANGE" etc . Now, if that is not the most blatant mind control mechanism for your next year of fear, then I don’t know what is.

Until 4.30 AM in that Reno motel, I switched on the TV and Fox News had a massive logo in the bottom left hand screen reminding you that America is at CODE ORANGE and your liberties have gone courtesy of the Patriot Act 2, introduced by stealth (and Saddam dragged out for the media frenzy, when the date trees had long given up their fruit). Bush signs, and now you are being told-courtesy of mentaltainment-that every face you see is possibly out to get you. The sticker bar flashed with the same warning every couple of minutes and news was focused on the bombardment of the terror to come. Throwing TB’s out of the car window in this country would be strictly classified as a terrorist act. I got the message they wanted me to get. Following another three hours of waiting for my fellow travellers to awaken at non jet lagged time, I was bombarded with all types of MC going off on every channel. The news had the terror covered; the religious channels were offering you a solution to give up more of your sovereignty; and the keep-fit guys and gals were reminding you how unattractive and fat you are from the way we like to feed and drug you….welcome to the USA.

Don and I met at the same time coming out of the door, we looked at each other and both craved our morning coffee (sorry Wife Unit. DB™) “Do you want to see if you have any implants”asked Don. “Sure” I said as a sceptic. Five minutes later, I had seven implants found and tapped with some large neodymium magnets. In shock, Carol put her hand on my back and found an etheric attachment. It had been with me for ten years and over the last few weeks, made me feel as if my body was armouring and pulling my muscles in from an area in my body. The attachment had taken the form of an etheric hook. It was being used to control me in very subtle ways and was now manifesting itself as a pain in my side. Carol tried to remove it, yet it would only move up and down slightly. We took the magnets of and I felt a little light headed.

We all had breakfast together and the amazing conversations continued.

You don’t get many close friends in my line of work. Perhaps I am too wrapped up in helping to save the world to be hassled with other people’s lives and stories, as time is very much a speeded up premium since they started f**king with it. But sitting at the restaurant table listening to Carol’s reconstruction of the Men in Black walking into the pizza restaurant the night before, and her acknowledgement of them as they bolted out the door, I felt among old and dear friends. While also wondering which one of us they paid a visit to later and what they hit us with. They must have been very cold at 4 in the morning and hence they left the ignition in the blacked out SUV (a memory just returned while writing this). I have no memory of going to sleep. I just put it down to being jet lagged and not being rested enough on the bench at SF airport during New Year' Eve…boy am I committed to etheric freedom fighting (my wife, six months pregnant, would put it into harsher words;-).

I did not know that this trip would dramatically change my life and my outlook on differing realities. Little did I know that today I was going to wake up faster than my previous 39 years.

Don reminded me of an older brother, who had looked after his little michievous younger sibling. Something was more than familiar about him, had I seen him in a movie, a dream, or had we always had some kind of connection. I was struggling with how to communicate with Carol, we have had little or no 3D contact. I just felt so comfortable and warm with the pair of them, any fear I harboured about clones and witches vanished as soon as we met and had some face to face space away from the journey we had undertaken. Brother, Sister, mother, father-whatever was going on in my etheric body, was real.

As we embarked on the next leg of the trip, Don climbed into the back to do some e-mails and play his model airplane computer game. Carol and I started a dialogue about the knowns and the unknowns. Before we arrived in Reno at the crystal shop, I had a great deal of the missing parts and the blocks I had put into my life. Looking back at me was the snow covered underground bases (identified by the stagnant DOR anyone can see from a distance) not so strategically covered as I would have thought. You could say the same of my life as well.

I noticed that Don would somehow interrupt when I was about to ask a question that would take me deeper into my past and perhaps upset the tone of our adventure. Now, Don Croft will tell you he has not got a psychic bone in his body, yet his timing is impeccable and his insights, spot on. He starts to remind me of Pooh bear in the Tao of Pooh bear. Something very simple about this man, yet very profound. Don and Carol, what a winning combination. And thus the other dimensions arrangement between these etheric freedom fighting souls. I took Don’s blatant and banal interruptions during this requiring memory session and I shared experiences. The first leg of the journey was gone in no time. I had travelled my whole 39 year, 3D adventure and the synapses in my brain fused into a cohesive whole. I could not work out what had caused these immediate breakthroughs. Was it the removal of the implants or Carol’s energy? I was indeed among very special people.

When the crystal lady opened the three boxes of pink Lemurian crystals, I got a rush of energy that made me sweat. Not being one to sense the energies directly from a crystal before, these had hearable/visible energies in abundance. The sound alone was music to the ears. I purchased a six inch slightly chipped one (chips do not affect the crystals power) for $13 and could not let it go; the heat from it was amazing. Carol put a lump of ruby in my palm, the energy shot through my body, emanating from my stomach, through my heart and into my head. Carol must have seen the change in my aura, because she gave it to me as a gift. Don phoned Reno Richard and he was at the shop within a few minutes. We were now four. The operators were playing a fascinating game of chess. Richard was hugged by everyone and we made our way to find some lunch. Richard’s stories and inventions fascinated me. The constant intrusion into our conversations by a programmed waitress was intriguing and I started to see energy and get message about people. I offered some advice based on the feelings I was getting, and offered them to Richard. The conversation was alive. Ideas and stories were swapped in the little time we had together before we moved onto our meeting with Stuart Jackson.

We advanced out of Reno and spent seven hours cruising at an average speed of 20 miles an hour due to snow and tire chain entrepreneurs up and down the highway. Seven hours later, more insights, fun, and a movie about clones on Don’s laptop. We arrived at another hotel on the outskirts of San Francisco. I noted the price and decided I would sleep in the car. The attacks were on me all day. I did not complain because my fellow travellers did not complain. The room had two beds. I was invited to sleep with the Crofts. Now I was going to find out if the stories were true and I had joined some strange cult and was going to be disrobed ;-).

All slept soundly. In fact, apart from Don growling like a wounded puppy and my sleep talking, we all commented on how soundly we slept…(perhaps it was too risky with all three of us in a room?). Carol looked fetching in her wincette nighty ;-)

For the first time since arriving, I noticed chemtrails as we headed closer to SF and I also noticed a number of flashes across the skies- birds of all denominations pointing out hot spots to gift. As we reached Stuart's abode, you could see where the wall of chemtrails formed and a very large and clear hole formed over his property. On meeting Stuart, I hugged an American football player, rather than the accountant I had seen looking back at me for months on the cloud buster forum. Stuart explained later than he had the shot taken while at a client's, who incidentally was a firm of accountants. I was also shocked at his age, imaging one of older years.

Then I got to see his collection of orgonite. Instantly, I was drawn to the Shiva. It reminded me of a time past and forgotten, yet the tool seemed so familiar to me(?). Orgone weapons and healing devices were everywhere and the energy was very high. Stuart gave me the tour of his set-up and equipment. I knew, as he later mentioned, that the meeting of two forum owners was a most unusual event; we started to bond. The next thing that happened nearly made me collapse. We were now four. One saw, one led, and two carried the flag.

We had the chance to meet John and Jacqueline, who knew we had arrived by an energy boom as we entered the road. Tea was made and a discussion took place. I toured the ground to look at their pyramid and orgone creations in the garden, As I bent down, I looked at a strange shaped greyness that had appeared. It had a happy, funny effect on me, and then an etheric line appeared and I was told by the direction of the line that something needed gifting over the hill. As Don, Stuart, and I were looking out over the bay and parts of the city, a couple of spotter planes kept buzzing overhead to have a closer look. As one flew by, I saw a silver orb that seemed to pop out of the banking light aircraft, fading in and out of vision. I pointed this out to Stu and Don, but they could not see it. I offered my sunglasses to them both and they still could not see what to me was as clear as anything! Fortunately, Jacqueline came out and instantly spotted the fake orb which was now pretending to be a seagull, very high up, circling its targets. This was clearly demonstrated, as a real sea gull flew underneath.

We went back inside and a discussion on remote viewing and entities was in full swing. As I caught up, I sensed the energies within the room we were standing in; so did Carol, John, and Jacqueline. This thing was not nice and it started pushing and pulling me in subtle directions. As I moved around while everyone else was talking, the energy kept shifting. Next thing I know, the pink Lemurian crystal was being used to heal some etheric tears in my body with a joint effort by Carol and Jacqueline working on my body; while John used a vibration tuner on my body with the Lemurian and the Harmonic pendant. When the tuner was placed on my third eye, I got such a rush and warming feeling that my legs started to give way. C & J held me until I was stable again. After a few minutes, I was going weak at the knees and sweating with incredible pain in my kidneys. We all sensed a 'pop' as the hook moved. I was so lifted by the experience, I thanked everyone, as if slightly drunk on cheap beer.

We left to join Cbswork in his new house. On route, my third eye started to pop and I was seeing silver orbs everywhere.

Listening to things from Stuart’s perspective was a big lesson to me in judging people in the digital realm. As I was almost a complete novice in this movement, I had no background information on Stuart and this tended to lead me to think he was other than he is. This man is passionate about what he is doing with the forum. Stuart has demonstrated that he plays the long game, and I had to admit that although we have had our ups and downs, he was experiencing different things from different people based on a history I knew nothing about. EFF (Etheric Freedom Fighters) operated at a different frequency to cloud busters and it was apparent that orgonite did as well. It became obvious that we had something unique in the realms of other forums. A seed was being formed beyond the reason I had come on this trip to meet Don Croft. The fact that Stuart was in the car had changed the dynamic of the meeting and expanded it to new horizons.

The journey passed in quick time. Don wanted to gift a lake that fed LA with some nasty poisons, keeping people in their arranged and controlled space. We both jumped out of the car and Don wrapped an HHg in plastic so it would sink to the bottom. When we reached the bottom of the bank, Don offered it to me for gifting, I strong armed it into the water. A seagull appeared from nowhere directly over the splash. “Jonathan just said thanks” I said. Don tells me the story about the man we are going to meet who knew the writer and the story behind the Reluctant Messiah. I started to get a picture of Cbswork and the type of life he must have led before they focussed their negativity on him and his family. Cbswork and I had a strange digital relationship one based on mutual mistrust, part of the street fighter's protective shield.

We drove to another section of the lake on a spot where they made it plain, you would be arrested if spotted. Don jumped out and asked Carol to move the car across the other side of the bridge. We moved off and watched a simple man walk to the side of the bridge as traffic flowed at speed past him and tossed the HHg in as if he was just taking a Sunday afternoon stroll. The exact spot he gifted was dead from the water treatment works abuse of the area. I am sure LA will benefit from this man's action. I realised that the most simple of acts can have the greatest consequences. I remembered why I get such a buzz out of doing this work.

Don and I played games with each other and told jokes for the rest of the journey; we bonded like brothers. We both knew that at anytime they could do something to paint us as murderers, paedophiles, put a bullet in our heads, arrange a car crash, a cancer or heart attack from a pin prick in our shoes, and we also knew that if they did it, it would make this thing go global overnight. At the same time the gifting was being done, people were being aided to wake up and we were living the life we wanted. It was fun. Don’s infectious smile and radiance was blasting my energy centres and hot spots kept appearing on my body for hours on end.

Stuart swerved the car just ten minutes from our guests’ house. A blackout-out SUV/ trailer combo swerved in front of us. Stuart pointed out the I Love Cheney poster on the windows, and I noted the number plate "4 Don Croft 2003". As we drove past, the sleeper/agent got a blast from the Shiva and the four other orgonaughts in their car. He pulled off the road instantly. The attempt at intimidation failed; they would have to roll out the big guns.

I was rather weary of meeting Cbswork. We have had a few run-in's in the past and I was convinced he was a “wrong un” as they say in Yorkshire. I had judged him based on the rumours, the e mail campaigns, and the strength of Don Croft’s conviction that he was a “good un”. I realised that he was not going to let just anyone into his house and although he had not met Stuart before, Stuart had been a major factor in the house we were about to enter. This limey, however, walking into his new home was a different matter. As we pulled up, he was already waiting for us in the drive way. I saw him stare at me through the blacked out back windows of the car. My first thought was he had abilities. As he looked directly into my eyes from blacked out windows, he could see me. I waited for the others to make his acquaintance with friendly hugs. As I stepped out of the car, he took one look at me and said “You are a mess” I apologised for the way I was dressed (thinking him a snob) before realising he was looking at my etheric body. I had the distinct impression we had met before. “Have we met before” I enquired.“Yes” was the reply. We hugged.

Don and Carol were more than aware that he was not going to let me into his house made of orgonite people and creations, if even a sniff of me being an agent bringing shit to his door was going to happen. I felt his eyes pierce me on numerous occasions and once he got into my face and said a couple of words about whom and where I have been and am. I relaxed.

We all got the tour and met the family unit, Angelbaby, aka wife unit and the kid units, four of the smartest, funniest little men you have ever seen. We chowed down and all gave thanks to the wonderful house and the spot it resides in. Instantly, you entered this house and it felt safe, and warm, and perfect. It was a very familiar place

“WTF did they do to you boy” Dad unit bellowed at me in a John Wayne accent that impressed me and scared the shit out of me at the same time. If alpha state was the effect Cbswork wanted to get, then he had me by the balls. I was fighting memories of what I had learnt today, the guy standing in front of me, could see it all and more in the blink of an eye.

The conversation flowed and at some point everyone grabbed the Love radionics device and nine people grabbed hold of me to send me some love energy to help with the etheric damage I had experienced in my strange life and shifted the nasty etheric hook from my being. I just closed my eyes and smiled. Joy entered me and then Dorkboy could not take it anymore and ran off to be sick.

I was now in double alpha state. What was I carrying around inside me, was some alien life form that had not known he was on candid camera. The family unit, Don, Carol and Stuart, made me feel safe in an uncomfortable environment. I was working out if I had now dropped into an agent's den. The hook pulled in on cue to let me know my thoughts were being manipulated into the negative.

Dad unit returned from the bathroom and invited me into his bedroom. “Have you ever been shot” was his first question, strangely this was the second time I had been asked the very same question that day. When John was doing the frequency work with HP and the pink lemurian. “No, only in dreamland” Don assumed the councilor's position and I started to go through the psychiatrist-patient routine…my paranoia was quickly setting in. Don explained that nothing in all dimensions can enter your being or have any involvement with you unless you invited it in. I relaxed, we started to connect on many different levels and by the time we left the bedroom, we were buddies.

Then began the conversation about the future.

Mark Davey

 

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