Joined: 09 Aug 2004
Location: Mississauga, Ontario
Wed Jan 05, 2005 11:48 am Post
subject: So long 2004! You served me well.
|About this time last
year, I was examining my life and didn't like how it was
going. I decided 2004 was going to be a better year and I
was going to make positive changes.
My health was not so great. I had chronic brain fog. I was
constantly exhausted from candidas and who knows what else.
Every year since about 1990 I would get a deep hacking cough
in the fall which last until spring. The force behind the
cough would leave my ribs and stomach area raw and painful.
The last time I felt happily energetic was the summer of
1995, just before my 3rd child was born. That was the year I
developed fungal rashes that still plague me. I had to pick
and choose where to spend my limited daily ration of energy.
If my health problems were not enough, my guilt would weigh
heavy on me for not being physically able to take care of my
family and home the way I wanted to. It was a rather
I recalled reading in a joke list of all places that some
people were having health successes with hydrogen peroxide.
That is where my research started. This led me to educate-yourself.org,
Don Croft, the zapper and chemtrails. I read everything I
could for a week. I got brave and contacted Don directly
asking if he thought a zapper would help me.
The zapper did indeed help me and my family. My son coughed
up two worms within 5 minutes of wearing it. Thank God I
didn't throw up from seeing that as we were in the middle of
a grocery store. From the first day zapping I stopped taking
my thrice daily asthma medication because I felt okay and
simply forgot about it. I've only needed it once or twice
since then. Soon enough a cyst in the corner of my eye
mysteriously disappeared. The other dramatic improvement for
me was the first dose of Doc Von Peter's chembuster remedy
that I started about after a month of zapping. I did dishes,
laundry and mopped the floor all before noon. That usually
would have taken all my energy and the whole day to
accomplish. When I realized what I'd already done and how I
still had energy left over I was dancing in the kitchen! I
was no longer a prisoner in my body, I was free!!
When I came to realize there was a pro-active and positive
way I could change my environment and fight evil in the
world by gifting, I heard a voice in my head say "You were
meant to do this". I found the existing orgone forums at the
time confusing and contradicting. I had a lot of questions
and Don graciously answered them all. Like alot of
beginners, I only made a few tbs at first. I had to find out
for myself if this was for real. I did the freezer test,
using ordinary tap water that was run through a Brita
filter. The stalagmites that formed proved to me these
devices indeed held some kind of energy.
Next step was gifting. I had never felt as alive as right
after that first gifting run. What a rush! I'm not one for
drugs or alcohol but that high I get from gifting beats any
mind altering substance I've ever tried. It's very
addicting! Selfishly, if I'm feeling down or out of sorts
the first thing I think of is gifting to set things right
I got my initiations pretty early. I'd had a tire slashed.
I've had the helicopter fly bys, the first one close enough
to vibrate the house. The moment I thought "I'm not giving
them the satisfaction of looking" it stopped. Suspiciously,
ants, maggots, black flies, fleas and a rat invaded my home
during the last year. My telephone wires have been cut from
the inside. My emails go missing, both to and from. I've
been followed by psychics, who are pretty easy to scare off
by staring back at them and thinking "I know what you're
doing here and it's not going to work!". Then there were the
psychic and scalar attacks causing headaches and heart
pains. Sometimes I would confuse events for natural
occurrences, and there's probably things that I dismissed as
just that. These intimidation attempts just proved to me
that orgone works. Why else would they consider me a target?
Now I had to keep gifting to get these cretins off my back
and off my planet!
Everyone needs goals in life and now I had some whoppers! I
felt that my life finally has a purpose and the physical
energy to back it up. It appeared to me that puzzle pieces
were falling into place at every corner. Reality sunk in as
I realized the magnitude of the job at hand. A small city
can seem huge when the goal is to grid every few blocks with
orgone. And I live in a suburb of Toronto, a mega city. I
considered moving to a small town so that gifting it would
be a reachable goal. Then I thought if I don't do it, who
else will? So I did the next best thing. I put the word out
for other gifters to find me. And it worked!
I've met some fantastic people who also experience the joy
of gifting. You know what I love about gifters? Sure there's
that "I love how it feels" reason to gift, but for the most
part we gift for humanity on a broad scale. Gifters are the
most selfless bunch of people I've ever had the pleasure of
meeting. The give up their time, money and resources to make
the world a better place for everyone. And I'm not just
talking about their immediate area, they go out of their way
gifting cities they may never visit again and places they
won't personally benefit from.
My main gifting partner, Kim, became an instant friend from
the moment I met her. She introduced me to many new ideas
including radionics and the successful tag team technique we
use in chat blasts of circling a target (food, person,
place) counter clockwise to remove negative energy by
casting it away to where it won't hurt anyone anymore, then
circling clockwise to raise beneficial energy. She has a
high respect for nature and has taught me to gift trees
whenever possible. She's shown me generosity, love and
friendship in a non-judgemental way that I've not
experienced before and welcomed my family into hers. She
introduced me to Steve Baron, who has probably done more for
the gifting movement in Southern Ontario than anyone
including cbswork in California. A modern day hero who puts
his money where his mouth is, this man does something orgone
related every single day. His generosity has sponsored many
gifting runs for myself and others. When you walk into
either of their homes, the energy makes you feel as if
you've just stepped into heaven. I am honoured to call them
I also got to meet Don Croft in July. It was him who noticed
my psychic potential and in his persistent style kept
pushing me to give him answers. I'd had flashes here and
there my whole life but I'd only ever tried asking once.
It's a bit freaky and disconcerting knowing what's going to
happen. Usually I ran from it, choosing at the time to
believe in coincidences instead. I constantly doubted my
instincts, even when I knew people were lying to me. I
thought everyone could be psychic if they wanted to be, I
just didn't want to.
He showed me the benefits when looking for implants on my
youngest daughters. They had been checked and cleared the
day before. They mentioned an incident from overnight and I
knew one of them was implanted as a result. Don asked me
where I thought it was. Her cheek. His dowsing confirmed
what I'd said, one received an implant, the other did not.
This was validated with a zapchecker. No one was more
surprised than me. I've come to accept it as a gift.
Being psychic, at least in my case, doesn't mean I can see
through everyone or everything. If I want to see something,
I generally have to look for it. The information is not
always readily available like some people think. Sometimes I
don't understand the answers I'm given. And sometimes an
answer doesn't come. I'm still fairly new at this and have
been told with practice it gets stronger.
Another incredible gift I received last spring is being able
to see the magnificent beings in the etheric world. While
looking at pictures on cbswork site I was in awe that he
could see them and I could not. I asked for the ability to
see them. Now I can. At first it was just in pictures, but
immediately after disabling implants with neodymium magnets,
I could see them around us in real life. Amazingly, one of
my daughters had been seeing them for quite some time which
explained to me why she talks to flowers and sings to
Like everyone else, I've waded through a ton of disinfo.
Discernment has always been my number one priority and I've
still been fooled more than once. Now I automatically rule
out anything involving channeling, rituals, chanting,
repetitions and rote. Anything to do with mainstream is
quickly dismissed. I ponder how I feel after reading
anything. I question the reliability of any source. That
includes religions and our distorted versions of the bible.
Don't get me wrong, I believe quite strongly in God. My
visions are more pronounced when I ask him if there's
anything he want's to show me. I've probably missed out on a
few things that could be a benefit but have no regrets since
I've created a nicer little corner of the world for myself
than when I began. I also reserve the right to make
I think the hardest thing to accept was my monarch
programming. When I described some events in my life to Don
in our early correspondence his response was "Lucky you:
your life's been shit already, so there's nowhere to go but
'up' for you now
didn't come right out and say it but I'm sure he recognized
my history as typical monarch programming and saw through
the mind control tactics used on me. He did say, and has
been proven right by the reports I've gotten since, that
folks with similar histories and situations are drawn to
this grassroots effort of gifting. How dare they manipulate
our whole lives and think they can get away with it? I for
one will not sit down and take it anymore! The payback
aspect is a hell of a motivation in itself and proved to be
uplifting and empowering with gifting and blasting alone. In
contrast to my life before, now I stand up for what I
believe and do something about it.
I learned how empowering our thoughts really are. I believe
this is a huge part of humanity that they have stolen and
hidden from us, the knowledge of the true power we all have
inside us. I think of all the prayers in my life that have
been answered. I've noticed the difference between wishing
and receiving is the amount of belief I put into it. For
example, I knew that if cbswork was seeing etheric beings
than I could too. So I asked, and believed I would receive
this gift without any doubt that it would happen.
Blasting has become a big part of my life. I fall asleep
blasting my family, friends and enemies. Sometimes I wake up
and have been dreaming of blasting in my sleep and can still
feel my energy going out. As I go about my daily life, I
blast everyone who crosses my path. Usually I just send my
energy out and let God deal them the results. Neighbours,
teachers, children, shoppers, cashiers, pedestrians,
drivers, everyone I make eye contact with. Those who act
suspicious and look away or refuse to look me in the eye get
an extra special blast long after they have left my field of
vision. Depending on the circumstance, sometimes I feel
anger go out to them like a lightning bolt (Spy on me will
you?). Then there are those people who break out in smiles
as wide as their faces will hold. They radiate love and get
a blessing from me in return. I've had the habit of blessing
people without their knowledge for over 20 years. Selfishly,
it's when blessing others that I feel most comforted, happy
and loved, so I did it often.
So, as you can see, 2004 has been a fantastic year,
exceeding my expectations in every respect. I got my health
and energy back. I learned many new ways of coping
successfully in this newly revealed to me reality. Not to
mention all the big words I was forced to look up and learn
from reading anything written by Don.
and doubt have been replaced with courage and hope. I found
a reason worth living and fighting for and most importantly
the methods to do it!
May this new year bring blessings beyond your wildest dreams
to all who read this.
(Ahh that felt good. I can't help it. I told you I was
"They always say time changes things, but you actually have
to change them yourself." -- Andy Warhol