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Hewers of Wood, Drawers of Water

By Zuerrnnovahh-Starr Livingstone
May 22, 2003

The distribution of orgonite May 17, 18 and 19 2003, south central British Columbia

The intent of this trip was to set up a big grid covering about 150 miles east to west and 160 miles north to south. This is 24,000 square miles in one weekend. Existing ley-lines would be used and orgonite every 30 to 50 miles in major lakes and rivers. This works out to one large piece of orgonite per 1000 square miles. Forty-five TBs of various sizes and shapes were also distributed. Intent is a large part of the "gifting". Both Jon and I expect that the quality of the water will improve and with the clearing of DOR out of the Columbia River the negative web of environmental poisoning and mind control malpractice will suffer a huge set-back.

Jon Logan and I left his place about 10 AM Saturday May 17. Our first stop was Lake Osoyoos and we lifted his sixteen foot canoe off the roof of my truck, hauled the heavy fiberglas three seater across the beach to the water and paddled out to the middle. A couple of water-skiers in wet-suits were making waves on the calm water but nothing they created did much to rock the boat. Both of us agreed that one particular spot was good and the Octo (octahedronal Holy Hand-grenade) splashed into the water. A few seconds later we both felt it power-up as it sank deeper into the water. With Octos the deeper the better.

This trip has been six months in the planning and the first of many lakes and rivers gifted with quart sized HHgs. Lake Osoyoos is part of the Okanagan River which makes up a big portion of the irrigation water used to grow Washington State apples in the Wenachee area and along the same valley. It just might happen that the apples will taste better in the future.

Our next stop was Lake Vaseux and winds had increased creating some waves but the canoe rode through the chop easily. The Octo sang its etheric chord as it sank. The canoe is over thirty years old and Jon repaired it after his brother crashed into a weir and broke it in half. The patching gives the canoe a green and brown mottled appearance. Camouflage? There are also four metal brackets for out riggers but adding those pontoons makes the canoe hard to propel. The brackets make paddling difficult too. Jon's patching was good and there were no leaks for the whole trip.

South of Skaha Lake Jon spotted a tower on a small hill. The was a pond at the bottom of the hill and a Tower Buster went into the water. Rain was soon falling on the tower.

On the Penticton's side of Skaha we launched again and dropped an Octo near the Skaha Bluffs. Looking south the rain was still falling on the tower. It was strange how the "operators who are standing by" wanted to soak that particular tower. Jon took a picture of the small rain storm stuck above that small hill. While on the beach a helicopter at low altitude slowly passed overhead. Jon wondered if the tower stopped functioning and the helicopter was sent to see where we were? Psychically I felt no threat from the pilots. This trip we were avoiding the mountain top towers as we had just three days to cover a large area.

North we dropped an Octo into Okanagan Lake at Summerland. Further north at Peachland another Octo. Jon dropped his first pine resin orgonite Poshast across from Kelowna. He let it go once it was beneath the surface of the water and it floated slowly into Ogopogo's depths. Ogopogo is the Loch Ness monster of the Okanagan and Jon's parents saw it with their own eyes and refused to swim in that lake after that shock. North of Kelowna at Elison Lake I threw another. Likewise Wood Lake.

Kalamalka Lake near Vernon was different. It was not friendly. The waters were dark and Kakuli Bay Provincial Park felt like it was beset with negative psychic cooties. We paddled to find the right spot on the lake and as soon as the Octo was dropped the cob-webs broke free releasing the tension over the area. Jon spotted a heron on the shore.

Our last spot of the day was Swan Lake north of Vernon. One of my Octos is already in the Okanagan Lake at Vernon from a trip in April. We drove to my place and slept for ten hours. Many dreams crowded our sleep.

The next morning the first stop was at Mabel Lake. We pushed the canoe past the shallows. About fifty swallows were flying in the middle of the lake. They were swooping and circling. In the midst of the swallows we dropped the Octo in deep water. It felt very good. This is a friendly lake.

Three Valley Lake at Three Valley Gap was next. This is a spooky lake. A rock fall had killed a man working on the nearby highway last winter. The three valleys are separated by three mountains of the same height and shape. The lake is at the junction of a large "Y". We decided to drop three pieces of orgonite. An Octo, a large TB and a Poshast. Getting into the canoe Jon accidently fell on the Poshast breaking off the lowest arm. The Poshast now had just three arms....the coincidence was just too blatant and decided that the damaged Poshast had to go into the water because it now had three arms. We were the only ones on the lake when we felt as strong thought directed our way. Someone did not want us on their lake. Both Jon and I could sense which house on the shore was the home of that person. Regardless of the animosity we dropped the three orgonite pieces in a west to east line. The Poshast went in closest to a radio telephone tower erected by the Canadian Pacific Railroad. Again the light tree resin gave the copper tubing some boyancy and the orgonite sank slowly. When the TB was dropped a flock of small birds whizzed past us. I asked Jon if he could feel the presence of the Sylph guiding the birds? He nodded. The Octo went nearest to the site of the rock fall. We both felt that strong medicine had been worked in the lake. From the map work Three Valley Lake is a key in establishing the Columbia River Grid even though it is part of the Thompson River system.

Next we drove near Revelstoke where a Cloud-Buster was put into the Columbia River last Christmas. Then south to the Galena Bay ferry. In the middle of the Upper Arrow Lake I threw an Octo into the glacier fed waters. The level of the lake was twenty feet lower than normal. The two years of drought are showing in the water levels. As the level of both the Upper and Lower Arrow Lakes is controlled by the Hugh Keenleyside Dam at Castlegar, water had been released to replenish the Grand Coolee Dam in Washington State. Such releases of water are controlled by a joint USA/Canada commission. A display on the ferry indicated that a program of feeding the fish was on-going as the dams on the Columbia had stopped the flow of nutrients from the tributaries. Even though the Arrow Lakes were the size of Lake Mead behind Hoover Dam they could not generate enough food to support the Kokanee Trout and other fish. One rare trout had died out entirely. Damming rivers is not good for the ecology. The downstream dams also stopped the migration of the Kokanee Trout which are landlocked Sockeye Salmon. The annual migration used to add a huge nutrient base into all the lakes.

We had a frosty welcoming from an owner of the Halcyon Hot Springs when he found out that we were not one of his well heeled customers. Lots of TBs were tossed into the trees and lake.

At Nakusp we tossed an Octo from shore. At Fauquier another from shore. There were raptor nests on every second power pole. We decided the the large birds were not eagles but could not decide what kind they were. (Asking a wildlife expert I learned that they were osprey.)

At New Denver on Slocan Lake we buried an Octo at the base of a cottonwood tree on the beach. The road from New Denver to Kaslo has three ghost towns where silver and zinc mines had once been. Jon and I wondered what the trace metals from the dark slag from a silver mine would have added to our orgonite resins but did not stop to retrieve any. Slags are usually toxic. We did stop to photograph a grizzly bear cub. We did not see the mother bear so we did not get out of the truck to take the picture. ( The same wildlife expert said that the mother grizzly would have been nearby and any call from the cub would have brought her charging out of the trees.) There were white-tail deer everywhere so we drove slowly to not add an entree to the menu of the Roadkill Cafe.

The sun was setting as we arrived in Kaslo and the town was crowded. There were men throwing doubleheaded axes at tree stumps. Jon guessed that it was a Lumberjack Rodeo. We stopped and got some pictures of the S.S. Moyie, a stern wheeled steamship that traveled on Kootenay Lake from 1899 to 1959. It is now high and dry on the beach looking elegant in its new paint. All the campgrounds were full and so we made our own campsite on the side of a mountain. The temperature was just above freezing so the fire was well appreciated. Both of us had forgotten to bring eating utensils so Jon the woodsman carved two spoons so we could eat our pasta. I had brought along a multiband radio and on shortwave we got the news from the BBC: Suicide bombers in Morocco. Someone could have been on the side of a mountain in Afghanistan listening to the same report. The Beebe brings that sort of eerie realization often.

The next morning we dropped an Octo into the north end of Kootenay Lake and only an otter watched where it went in. The water was mirror smooth. We later learned that the Octo was dropped on one of the fish feeding zones boundaries.

At Ainsworth Hot Springs we dropped a number of TBs. The road to the Cody Caves was rough so we did not gift there. Don and Carol Croft gifted a portal near Nelson last year. Their efforts closed those subterranean routes. The caves are about 15 miles from Nelson.

The Balfour to Kootenay Bay ferry is a new boat called Osprey 2000. Jon was in the truck when I flicked the Octo off the side. Jon felt an emergency and left the truck to find me. When we met a few minutes later Jon asked if I had any problems? I said that I had no problems and no-one saw me drop the Octo. Jon found that the alarm was from a woman whose husband had just had a heart-attack. The crew of the ferry went into action and stabilized him. Jon has amazing psychic awareness.

The next drop was at Lockhart Beach. The wind was strong and the waves were about two feet in height which is a problem when the canoe's freeboard is about six inches. We pushed into the lake from behind a breakwater. Away from the shelter we paddled into the wind for about five minutes, dropped the Octo, waited for a lull in the wind, swung the canoe around quickly and made it back to shore. I was soaked as I was in front. By now our routine for lashing the canoe to the roof rack was smooth and we were quickly in the truck drying our clothes, heater set on max.

North of Creston is the Creston Valley Wildlife Management Area. This is one of the biggest bird sanctuaries in the world. The number of birds is huge. Both an Octo and a Poshast went into this marsh. There are levees surrounding Duck Lake keeping the wetlands wet when the Kootenay River is low. The Kootenay was lower than the wetland. The Poshast went into the marsh and the Octo into the river with an osprey watching from above.

As we drove into Creston, Jon said that he was in what he called a "one/third trance" while driving the truck. My spider senses were tingling, this is not a good sign. Jon flicked the switch on his Succor Punch and placed it within his windbreaker. A few minutes later I felt a psychic blow to the third eye and I was drifting in towards la-la-land too. My last trip to Creston was in 1964 and I do not remember that visit as I slept in the back of the family station wagon. Jon had worked in town a few years earlier and knew the lay of the land. He pulled into a mall parking lot to find that the gas station he remembered was no longer there. Jon was not fully conscious of what was happening around him. We drove to another gas station and I filled the tank while Jon bought two black coffees. Jon decided that some TBs had to be dropped. A block latter we saw a transformer station beside an RCMP station. The dirt lane to the transformers was narrow and after the toss Jon backed out onto the pavement at the same time two officers in one police car drove out of the station. Jon was on the wrong side of the road blocking the officers and a pick-up truck. Jon edged over to the right side of the road and the police officer driving the cruiser shouted to Jon, "Wake-up!"

I shouted to Jon, "This is a psychic trap, let's get out of town immediately!" Even then Jon could not get his bearings and mistakenly took the east road out of Creston when we wanted to go in the opposite direction. A few minutes later he could remember the turn off towards Salmo and points west. Jon wanted to stop for a break. I said, "Let's get out of this valley then stop." As we started to make the climb out of the valley the same officers we had seen earlier had stopped a motorcyclist and were doing a search. Jon frowned and said, "That's harrassment!" We did not stop until we hit the snows at about 5000 feet and finally the claws of Creston were letting go.

I told Jon much of what I knew of Creston as he continued to drive. At one time Creston had more churches per capita than any other town in Canada. It still has more than fifty churches for a population of 5000. Jon could sense one woman surrounded by twenty-three others as the psychic battery for the woman.

After a couple of nights sleep I was able to determine that the psychic trap was mainly created by the willful use of prayer by some of the churches to attract new followers. The church "market-place" is saturated and the hard sell techniques of born again missionaries rule the psychic realms around the town. I have run into similar mind numbing pressure in the Bible Belt towns of the USA. In many cases the rectors, priests, ministers and elders have gone over the line in their zeal to do God's work and are deep into black magic and mind control. Some "Fundamentalist Christian" books I read do instruct people in mind control techniques. The neighbourhood churches are copying the televangelist's gimmicks. Creston is in the thick of a self created hypnotic haze.

The trip to Castlegar was a discussion on chemistry and the possible points of interface with alchemical mysteries. Jon can see atoms through his higher senses but what he is seeing is perplexing. I explained co-valent, ionic, Van der Waal's and metallic bonding. Earlier I had explained the work of Kervran and his book "Biological Transmutations". Driving along Kootenay Lake I told him about the possibility of a hidden series of transmutations in chlorophyll which convert water and CO2 into sugars. The transmutations could make the process simpler and might possibly be the way nature actually does it.

At the Hugh Keenleyside Dam above Castlegar we tested the temperature of waters at a marina and let an Octo flutter like a leaf through the waters of the Lower Arrow Lake. Further upstream Jon threw a Poshast from the granite boulders along the shore. Our weekend mission was complete. The grid was buzzing.

It took another hour to drive Jon home and another three hours for me. We were both tired. Jon said that he slept twelve hours. I slept ten hours. We had traveled in three days the same region that David Thompson took years to map.

Since the Confederation of Canada in 1867, Canadians have been called, "Hewers of wood and drawers of water." That is exactly what the Illuminati consider Canadians to be: indentured servants! Originally most of Canada was charted to a company in 1670, The Hudson Bay Company. All the charter holders were princes and nobility. Three hundred and thirty-three years later Canada is still a company town. When the 1858 Gold Rush happened in what became British Columbia, the manager of the HBC, following instructions from London, became the governor of the new colony. In 1859 the legislation paperwork caught up Sir James Douglas became the first governor. BC was a colony and all the valued resources went to Britain.

Canada is now an economic colony of the USA. Since 2001 there has been a 27% penalty on softwood shipped to the USA. This has been applied because American lumber companies said to the US Dept of Commerce that we were dumping softwood below cost. On eight previous occasions GATT said there was no dumping. BC and Canada have vast forests and sawmills are able to cut many times more board-feet of lumber than US sawmills which have limited and expensive resources. BC is the size of Washington, Oregon, Idaho and California combined. Half of which is covered by forests. The population of the four states is over forty million. BC has four million people. The economies of scale give BC a big advantage over US producers. The strange aspect of this dispute is that more than half of the companies working in BC are American owned. The Dept of Commerce is penalizing American companies!

Another strange aspect is that the 27% penalty goes to the companies which launched the protest when the dispute is settled. These are the same people who already own more than half of BC's forests. The small companies have shut down and those that are still cutting are now newly purchased by Americans and shipping uncut logs to the US without penalty! This has led to the consolidation of forestry resources under the largest of US lumber companies. That is exactly what the Dept of Commerce wanted from the start. By the time the dispute is over, 70% of BC forests will be in American hands.

The previous colony owners were in London, now the owners are in America. There are a few men behind this transition of resource ownership. The new bosses are just like the old bosses...scales and tails. They are greedy. Just like under the HBC, few dollars or pounds remain in the colony, and now BC has a per capita income less than the State of Mississippi. Americans did not know that the Dept of Commerce was "legally" stealing the resource base of its northern neighbour at the same time as George W. Bush was asking Canadians to contribute manpower and materiels to the War in the Gulf. When the Prime Minister said "No", Bush, felt that Canadians were not good neighbours.

Most Americans do not know about this conflict.

Most Americans do not know that Dubya stole billions from France and Russia by cancelling their oil service contracts in Iraq. Then Bush bad-mouthed France.

The Dept of Commerce just penalized Canadian wheat imports 12%, because they said grain was being dumped under the cost of production. The price is set in Chicago and all the grain in the world is priced under the cost of production because the ones with scales and tails set up the Commodities Exchange making every farmer in the world a slave to the manipulations of the few. The cruel irony is that most farmers keep their farms going by working a second job. The second job indicates that the price of grain is below the cost of production. US farmers get four times the subsides Canadian farmers get. Capitalism screws the commodity producer. Farmers have no redress or leverage. This is a worldwide phenomenon and now multi-national corporations are tearing the stuffing out of America and America is become a colony to be plundered just like the rest of the world.

The NWO one world rule is an economic reality with the USA acting the part of the bully at this time. The horrible result is the planned deliberate collapse of the US Dollar. This will allow those few with scales and tails to capture whole resource rich nations such as the Slave Colony of Canada and ultimately the Slave Colony of America.

This is the intent that was sent out through the grid which David Thompson mapped nearly two hundred years ago. As the RCMP officer shouted, "Wake-Up!"

Zuerrnnovahh-Starr Livingstone

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