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Le Comte Sainte
Humaine’s and St. Buster’s Etheric Blasting Compendium
‘Has Anybody Got Any Ruth?’ Asks the Hundredth Monkey
Part One
As you read along and, hopefully, are entertained, please
bear in mind that my purpose in writing this is to encourage
you to form or join a ‘blasting/intel cell’ like the one we
created on ethericwarriors.com. Anyone with commitment and
genuine aggression can do this work and I’m confident that
if you’re not adequately psychic to get the necessary intel
someone will show up to do that for your cell. You don’t
have to be an ascetic or even a nice person to be effective.
I’m no paragon of virtue and I can do the work, so you can,
too. A small, united group does a whole lot more damage to
the genocide agenda and occult global hierarchy than one or
two can do and we need to destroy both of these entities
right now before they make your and my country look just
like Iraq.
I was going to wait until morning to start to write this
essay but after midnight I apparently started getting body
slammed, literally, by some dolphins while lying in my bed
in Northern Idaho—a sort of feeling of urgency accompanied
by a lot of telepathic imagery of sacred geometry, colors,
lights, a vision of a Big Wave in Hawaii and a lot of mirth,
tinged with a little desperation.
How else are they to get a thick-headed person’s attention?
I felt this unmistakable energy signature once before
(except without the desperation) in April, 2001, when Carol
and I met a couple of dolphins in Florida. For a succession
of nights after that meeting I could tell when I was about
to get that peculiar etheric embrace from the lovely one who
took a cotton to me: my lower legs started jumping, then my
heart was flooded with warm, exhilarating energy, then my
head filled with rapid-fire imagery which I don’t recall
now. All I remember is that during those episodes my wife,
Carol, was also getting energy/info from the other friendly
dolphin across the road. We’d just clandestinely ‘gifted’
those two dolphin pens in a bold, midnight amphibious
assault. She remembered her imagery clearly, since she’s a
natural psychic, and even marked a spot on the nautical
chart of the Bahamas where they showed her some Atlantean
ruins in fairly shallow water, south of Andros Island.
I know the gifting raid sounds dramatic, but really, we just
put our little rowboat in at a marina next door to the
facility and ‘landed’ on the seaward side, close to the pens
because we didn’t want the facility’s owners and employees
to see us tossing orgonite into the water during business
hours. We preferred to risk them calling the cops at night
 ,
hence the handy exit option—we’d see the cops arriving at
the gate in time to get away from there. ‘Caution is the
better part of valor.’ The pens are only separated from the
sea by a narrow causeway which any of them (dolphins, not
cops) could jump over without much effort, so they’re all in
those pens voluntarily.
The Women Warriors on ethericwarriors.com allowed me to join
their Thursday session a couple of days ago, perhaps on
condition that they could surgically experiment on my
psyche. Everybody’s got an agenda, eh? Most of them are
psychics, as is Sensei Dennie of knivesandcrystals.com, whom
they invite to join them each week because he’s a real cutup
with his telekinetic Powersword. I think they had lost
patience with my relative density, so when I asked them to
give me the full blasting treatment so that I could write
about it more fully in this essay (this co-ordinated blast
is what we send at any occult/corporate and/or non-human
predator that comes within our purview and I wanted to know,
for sure, what this feels like to the average Joe), they did
something extra: they applied the new Papimi blasting method
to my third eye. They asked for permission, of course, and I
said, ‘Sure, why not?—I’m dense enough for that not to
affect me much.’
Carol will be on a little island along Costa Rica’s Pacific
Coast for a few more days. She’s half way through her visit
with the dolphins there right now. I sure didn’t expect to
get any personal contact from these entities and had rather
enjoyed my lifelong psychic obscurity, secure in the
confidence that one doesn’t need to be psychic to kick
etheric butt these days. In some cases ignorance really is
bliss. Desperate times require desperate measures, though,
so maybe I’m supposed to start getting some psi intel on my
own after this. This could happen to you but I honestly
don’t recommend it. I’d much rather just go play in my
workshop, travel around busting hurricanes at sea with an
onboard cloudbuster and fly around up in the Sylph
footprints and bust mountaintop arrays from a plane,
antigrav craft or blimp.
Three days before the Thursday chatblast the collective
group at ew.com ran some etheric interference on behalf of
Carol and our local friend, Linda, who accompanied her.
After we blasted a couple of MIB would-be assassins on the
plane who apparently went along with them one of the
psychics found some technicians working on a vessel in those
waters—the equipment was designed to put out chaotic
underwater signals to distress all of the cetaceans in the
vicinity, sort of like how the FBI constantly blared
loud-volume recordings of animals being tortured to death at
the men, women and children in the besieged compound outside
of Waco for several days before they moved in and
slaughtered them all at B’nai Brith’s Masonic behest on that
spring day in 1993.
If you’ve ever done any tropical skin diving you understand
that sound travels, undiminished, over a tremendous distance
underwater. That’s how whales can signal each other across
hundreds of miles, in fact. The deeper you go, the louder it
gets because the air in the middle of your head gets denser
and more conductive to sound. When I lived on St John,
Virgin Islands, in the early seventies I used to skin dive
every single day and would dive deep in those gorgeous,
crystalline waters just to hear the whales singing to each
other in the Caribbean Sea. Now I finally get why The
Operators lined that job up for me, I think. A honeypot
glommed onto me, then, and for the next 22 years my life was
hostage to a programmed psychopath, but we made four
potentially wonderful assets to humanity in the meantime:
Arian, Bevin, Nora and Cameron Croft.
I probably shouldn’t mention the name of the popular
scientist/inventor whom they also saw on that Navy craft
because I might get sued (hint—he’s an authority on dolphin
communication and wrote a popular book on pyramids in the
70s) but we etherically smacked him silly, too. These high
level masons, just like Himmler’s boys were at Nuremberg
(with Karl Jung’s considerable help), are pretty clever at
shifting responsibility for their crimes against the
cosmos—quite slippery, in fact, but we apparently nailed
this guy’s feet to the floor this time pretty good and I
don’t think he’ll be torturing any more dolphins for awhile.
Just for fun, too, the psychics determined that he was
implicated in the murder of his wife in the mid 90s.
A well-known GWB guru who’s been showing up as a necessary
target in nearly all of our blasting sessions, lately, as
the Great White Brotherhood’s favorite buttboy, er, I mean
Golden Boy, was also there stirring up trouble on land and I
had the honor and pleasure of doing him while the others
watched. This guy, a high level mason in the reptilian
newage movement hierarchy, introduced a trick meditation
technique about ten years ago and has a reputation for
taking groups of newagers to vortices around the world to
‘heal’ the distressed vortices but of course after these
smiling, blissed out sycophants drop their expensive in the
vicinity the energy actually gets a lot worse every time
because that’s what these chumps were really brought there
to do.
They not only actually pay this guy for the dubious honor of
tagging along; they buy their own huge crystals to
waste—this is partly how high masons shift responsibility
for their actions. See the pattern? They gift and we gift
Those compromised crystals are used as energy conduits and
amplifiers for Masonic and other satanic energy-pirating
blood rituals on behalf of the parasitic occult/corporate
world order. This fellow, who apparently isn’t made to
participate in the ritual slaughter of infants, is an old
school mason with a graying ponytail who’s particularly
adept at pirating earth energy, making it look to the unwary
like he’s saving the world, of course. Sooner or later this
psychic nazi jerk’s going to bust a blood vessel in his
brain if he doesn’t stop bothering us on behalf of his NSA
handlers, I think.
This process is just like the way serial killers (MDs)
‘treat’ illnesses and make them worse and worse until the
patient finally gets relief in death. Practice makes perfect
in that case, too, of course, which is probably why a
dope-dealing MD calls his biz a ‘practice.’ Some of them are
really, really good at this and don’t even need to practice
any more to bleed their victims dry.
The peekers also found several US Navy Seals in the vicinity
who were assigned to look for opportunities to murder Carol
and Linda, of course. I’ve been so ashamed of the poor,
benighted US Military lately. This kind of stuff is usually
small change for the blasters and we cycled through all of
these would-be menaces without a lot of time and effort but
I think it was Darlene of spiritualartofhealing.com who
picked up, then, on a larger Navy/CIA plot to kill off all
of the dolphins in the region. The Navy/NSA technicians were
in the process of using combination of shipboard and
ocean-bottom sonar transmitters which are apparently the
aquatic counterpart of the new death towers you see when you
walk out your own front door every morning..
The psychics also picked up some clear imagery of
reptilians, including an admiral in the predatory armada in
that region, overseeing this agenda. It makes sense that the
reptilians would want to kill all of the dolphins, of
course, especially since we drove the reptiles’ craft out of
most of the earth’s atmosphere in the past three years with
cloudbusters and gifting. We kept busting up transmitting
equipment and predators in that little fleet until the
psychics’ consensus got that the dolphins were safe again
and satisfied, but all of that stuff and manpower is easily
expendable and would get replaced immediately, so someone
really needs to gift all of the underwater vortices in that
region ASAP in order to ensure that those transmitters on
the ocean bed will never work again. This is just like we do
on land by gifting the death towers with cheap, simple
orgonite.
This is all more real to us than the alleged news you’re
getting every day from your sparkle box is to you because
this is an intereactive process for us and you’re only
passively receiving CIA programming and lies. I want you to
turn off that damn box and get busy fixing this mess,
instead. The longer the thing is turned off the less fear
and hopelessness you’ll feel, even if you won’t accept any
accountability or responsibility.
Don’t waste heroics or fancy materials if you’re in a
position to gift these tropical ocean vortices, okay? It’s
about taking the territory back from the pirate world order,
not winning prizes for ‘biggest and baddest orgone bomb.’ It
won’t take much orgonite to do that but it’s going to
require some adequate navigation and time. There are several
good sites online that show the location of all the earth
vortices—just do a little search for that info. They give
you latitude and longitude for each grid point. Close enough
is good enough, too. Gifting is a pretty pastoral pursuit,
after all. Leave the precision to watch makers and artists
like Mr. Soggiu and the undecipherable technobabble to the
Beardonesque armchair scientists, okay?
We always trace the line of command up from the street level
thugs and pavement artists in the secret police and Masonic
networks whom we encounter and this time it ended up in a
reptilian enclave under Arlington Cemetery, near the
Pentagon. The level of command below that bloated hive queen
that was a bunch of hybrid, spiritually filthy sycophant
generals and admirals in the Pentagon, of course, affiliated
with the NSA. When that fat, bloodthirsty green bitch
finally pops I doubt she’ll show up in any obituaries, the
way ‘Looney Larry’ Rockefeller did a few hours after DB (ethericfire.com)
despatched him etherically at Devil’s Punchbowl during an
occult/corporate blood ritual and feeding frenzy in August.
If you’re paying attention, you’ll get that I’m describing a
typical, successful group blasting/intel session. When I
describe the tools and specific tactics, shortly, they’ll
then make more sense to you.
Dooney and Dr Steve of bluemarbleimages.com (Dooney is one
of the regular Woman Warriors and Steve is a professional
healer who is also psychic), had connected with the dolphins
near Bimini some time ago and drew on their cetacean
connection to get some of this intel, by the way. Just like
Carol and I do in the blast sessions, they use two computers
in their home during the chatblast sessions. It’s a little
bizarre to communicate with one’s mate across the room
through a computer screen, I can tell you.
Whenever I feel blitzed or in need of dynamic balance I clip
a 15Hz Succor Punch ‘driver’ onto Cesco Soggiu’s Little
Secret’s golden electrodes, by the way. That coil form of
his, described and available on soulbalm.com, is a powerful
environmental and personal harmonizer. I’ll mention some
reliable sources for Succor Punches later in this essay.
Bear with me: this essay might seem like an infomercial but
I assure you I’m not going to get any kickbacks from the
folks whose sites I’m mentioning. I’m telling you about it
because it all works, is easily available and is effective,
‘next level’ tech for being a player in this rapidly
emerging new paradigm. Each of us started out in this
movement exactly like you did, by the way: on a wing and a
prayer
Whew! I’m settled down now. What a rush that was! The
multiple tones that have been sort of singing in my right
ear since June, 2002 (since Carol got the Big Secret from
those nice little aliens; these aren’t for sale but you can
make one) have just expanded and jumped up in volume again.
I guess the little spacemen and the dolphins are working
together. Are the dolphins part of the bunch whom I call,
‘The Operators?’ I’ve been getting the impression that they,
too, are always standing by, waiting for our calls.
The first night after the gals did the ‘Papimi Pamper’ on my
pituitary gland (it tickled) I was a little miffed at them
because a sort of view screen opened up right in front of
and above my eyes at bedtime and I received a parade of
uninvited imagery, most of which I hadn’t a clue about
(still don’t
and the hole they made in my forehead didn’t close enough
for me to get to sleep until around 4AM. This is how
progress sometimes works, though. Whether or not we’re
comfortable with it we still have to go through the little
self initiations. They were just having a lark (having their
way with me
 )
but in the wider view they were apparently just inspired by
The Operators to do this so that a pathway could be made for
the information/energy I started getting from the dolphins
tonight.
Yesterday, still a little cranky from lack of sleep, I’d
posted on ew.com that I’d choose to sit in the middle of a
copshop, covered in donuts, and smoke a fattie before I’d
volunteer to have them use this etheric Jaws of Life to pry
open my third eye again but now I get it. The nice thing
about having plenty of orgonite around is that we’re now
capable of learning our little life lessons much faster and
more thoroughly than before.
Don’t denigrate funky orgonite, please! You may hear a lot
about gemstones, fancy ingredients, arcane coil
configurations and massive scale, expensive devices (these
have their place, too, when properly made) but, really, it’s
the meek little muffins made of resin, metal waste and
little quartz chips—nothing more!--that’s getting the bulk
of the global gifting job done right now. I’m very proud of
that proven invention! It’s the one thing that lets people
know for sure that this grassroot movement is for everyone,
not just for the genuinely gifted and the camp-following
prima donas and etheric mercenaries and proselytes.
Having said that, battle-tested aficionados like Ryan of
ryanmcginty.com, and Sensei Dennis Griffin who make fancy,
arcane weaponry that works, know exactly what they’re doing
and can tell you the purpose of each of their components in
language that we can all understand. Dennis sells the fancy
ingredients, by the way, on knivesandcrystals.com
If you have a burning desire to explore the potential of the
fancy stuff, consider that this is more appropriately
applied to orgonite devices that you’ll be using within your
own energy field, okay? When you’re not using them, they’re
not doing much at all. These additives are interactive with
YOU, in other words. ‘Interactive’ applies only when you’re
conscious of or next to the devices, not when they’re ‘out
standing in the field.’ Sometimes I feel like a lone
crusader with this little bit of practical info. I know,
from three years of forum experience and almost nine
successful years in the healing trade, that many
well-meaning people tend to bound off into waterless regions
of the indecipherable, complex and arcane rather than
embrace and apply simple, genuinely empowering techological
truths. There’s simply no substituted for a little
intellectual integrity, my friend, and if you’re dragging a
long trail of letters behind your name I rather pity you for
all of that acquired alleged knowledge that has jaded your
discernment.
For example, thousands of people have spent thousands of
dollars, each, on expensive Rife Plasma Generators and I’ve
only personally known of three of those people who can get
consistent results, the way Dr Rife always did. This
international crowd even gets together in conventions every
year to compare notes on why they’re not doing a damn thing
to help anyone
and if I were innocent and blind I’d show up there to
patiently explain that a $2 zapper circuit is all they
really need to get those desired results. Dr Rife didn’t
have one of those when he was alive. Rife is the early 20th
century science pioneer whom Dr Hulda Clark fully
plagiarized, by the way. I’m mentioning this for the record
and to show you that the floundering alternative healing
community is in dire need of some even more alternative
healing and education..
Speaking of integrity, I’m compelled to let you know that
everything I’m telling you right now is subjective; only my
own impressions based on experience and observation. There’s
absolutely NO authority behind anything I’m telling you. If
you want to understand any of this, you’re going to have to
do your homework, which involves some adequate, inexpensive
and risk-free, 3D experimentation. You won’t be good for
anything much in this unorganized, grassroot movement if you
refuse to do your homework. You’d just be baggage, in fact,
and we all like to travel light, strike hard and strike fast
.
I want, more than anything else, for you to share in what
we’re finding out in this unfolding global enquiry. What
we’re witnessing and facilitating, I believe, is that this
quickly emerging paradigm is sweeping away the metaphysical,
spiritual and intellectual dross of past centuries.
Proof is a funny, ephemeral thing and there really is no
such thing as objective proof or evidence. What passes for
proof for the PJ hordes is official approval from
whitecoated, lettered, institutionalized scientists who look
like Grandpa, mutter technobabble and point at obscure
charts and models. If you need that kind of approval in
order to do what we’re doing, you ought to just go turn your
sparkle box back on and leave us alone.
The idea for gaining confidence and confirmations relates
more to this reality finding a home in our hearts, which are
where the action really is rather than in the minds. Let the
mental computer do all it’s calculating and then decide
whether this is something you can commit to. The rest is
easy because commitment is a powerful heart function that
lets us find and open all of opportunity’s doors.
In the absence of a genuinely open mind, after all, anyone
is fully capable of explaining away every ‘proof or
evidence’ that contradicts one’s myopic personal worldview
or self-policing programming. If you have a passion for
avoiding judgement, belief and denial in your
experimentation, though, you’ll get more astonishing proof
than you’ll know what to do with, I guarantee, if you’ll
follow our simple gifting instructions. All we can do is
approximate ‘proof’ for others, otherwise, because the
observer is never detached from what’s being studied. Our
intention in bringing these accounts to you is to inspire
you to get off your damn couch, turn off the sparkle box and
get busy healing this world with us. Rather than see this
paucity of authoritative evidence as a liability, I want you
to open your mind a bit and consider it as an asset,
instead. When you’ll take off your pyjamas, discard your
voluntarily applied programming shackles and start to
witness the effects of your dynamic interaction with the
cosmos you might get a little frightened by your own
potential, in fact. Wouldn’t that be a nice problem to have?
Welcome, then, to the world of personal sovereignty and
accountability!
Years ago, I gave up trying to validate this next-level work
for people who demand proof before making any commitment or
taking any risks. I avoid folks like that, actually, like I
avoid getting genital warts (any zapper cures that
‘uncurable’ disease in twenty minutes but it’s a terrific
metaphor). Since then I’ve been a little spoiled by the fact
that when anyone has a burning desire to learn about what
we’re doing, he/she simply does the work, experiences the
confirmations and then no longer needs validation or
justification from others. I think you know, by now, that
I’ve got no vested interest in whether you believe me or
not.
I can tell you, though, that it’s very nice to have
confidence in something as simple and empowering as gifting
is.
The shortcut into this ‘state of grace’ is the gifting work
itself, of course. There are still millions of new death
towers and HAARP arrays left to disable and they’re all on
the earth’s etheric grid and in vortices, so busting them
does double duty of freeing the atmosphere and humanity from
the new ‘death matrix’ and of healing the earth itself. Even
though thousands of people are doing this now it’s likely
that you can still find some unmolested transmitters without
having to travel very far. Basically, if the skies are
gorgeous where you live (deep blue, lovely, light cumuli,
chemtrails disappearing quickly, no more HAARP muck and
perhaps a lot of Sylph footprints and bright lenticular
clouds present) and the smog is gone it’s likely that
someone’s already done the gifting work there. I bet the
occult/corporate pigs never reckoned on their new
transmitters being the instruments of our enlightenment
instead of harbingers of our deaths
If the atmosphere is mucky in an area, chemtrails are
sticking in the sky for more than a few minutes and there
are ominous, sluggish clouds and even dark lenticulars
present the death towers and HAARP arrays are still
operational, simply stated, so just get busy there! Clear
the atmosphere in a day with your little fifty cent TBs and
dollar HHgs and seize your own confirmations. Do at least a
dozen or so contiguous towers and arrays, otherwise you
might not see immediate, dramatic results. A $25 gallon of
fiberglass resin from Home Depot, some sweepings from a
machine shop floor and a handful of cheap, busted crystals
can get you these confirmations.
Sometimes when we bust a major death array in a vortex we’re
treated to an immediate sky transformation and smog-clearing
and it costs a dollar to do that. If that’s not enough to
start you down the road to realizing your own potential, do
a bunch more towers and notice how consistent the results
are. I believe that these easy acts of selfless service do
more to open up our heart/mind connection and unfold the
realization of our own personal sovereignty than years of
meditation, physical conditioning, courtroom tapdancing and
disciplined arcane study could possibly do.
If you’re a sovereignty wonk who’s memorized Black’s Law
Dictionary, though, and can say with conviction that your
efforts in court to reclaim the stolen rights which God gave
to all of us in the first place have significantly eroded
this mountain of post-1935 UCC fake laws and fiats then
you’re a heroic exception. What would happen if a hundred of
us who drive without lingered in the street with our cars
near the exits of our respective Sherriff Department parking
lots and simply refused to sign a damn thing for the
duration of our subsequent abductions? He didn’t block the
copshop lot but Constantin did succeed in being expelled
from the Las Vegas jail in September by simply not signing
anything. I think he had even memorized Black’s Law
Dictionary, too
Maybe a hundred people could thus destroy the UCC and, by
extension, it’s sponsor, the City of London’s Federal
Reserve Corporation. The only thing keeping that corporation
alive is the sleepiness of the PJ folks. They can’t enforce
any of their tyranny, otherwise.
The witnessing of one’s own successful atmospheric healing
effort has been the most consistent evidence for this
effort’s viability that I’m aware of. The nice thing about
having a reputable board like ew.com around is that when you
wonder if you’re making this all up you can read similar
accounts by seasoned gifters which will validate that the
confirmations you’re feeling from the promptings of your
higher instincts is genuine, not imagined.
Before the death towers were built three years ago one could
achieve this confidence and realization by simply building
or buying an orgonite cloudbuster and watching it blast a
huge, blue, vital hole in the omnipresent sky muck over your
town. If you want to live in a tornado-free, flood-free and
damaging-wind-free zone, do make or buy a cloudbuster (less
than $100 for materials to build one in the US) in addition
to busting all of the death towers and HAARP facilities in
your area. Only an orgonite CB seems to have the capability
to mollify violent weather automatically, without requiring
anyone’s interaction. The up to date instructions for
building a CB are on educate-yourself.org and you can buy
them, already built, from Andy in Los Angeles at
ctbusters.com, Steeve at quebecorgone.com, Markus
(Switzerland) at
organizer@goalternatif.com, or Georg at
orgonise-africa.net. There are other vendors, of course, but
these four are the ones I know and can vouch for,
personally. If you’re in Asia, maybe Ed or Big Lar in Japan
will sell you one if you don’t want to make your own, though
I’m told there are already a lot of cloudbusters, at least
in Japan and Korea. Pablo in Argentina, who has the Spanish
language board, and Al in Brazil, who has aureocrescent.com,
might build you one.
If you want nuts and bolts info on gifting, read the
‘Gifting’ instructions in the Tips and Strategies section of
ethericwarriors.com. We edit these any time we can find a
way to simplify the process even more because we know from
long experience that the simpler a healing process is to
apply, the more enthusiastically and universally people will
adopt it. If you want mystifying ruminations and complex,
arcane artifacts around this subject, I can direct you to a
number of flaccid, substance-free, English language internet
orgonite boards where a small crew of breast beaters, doubt
mongers, drug addicts and armchair generals will hold forth
for you for no cost at all. I’m sure they’re standing by,
just waiting for your call and will make room for you. They
need new blood by now, so if you like eye candy better than
sustenance, by all means don’t darken our door.
These are the mutinous boards, initially hosted and
controlled by my former alleged allies ‘for my convenience,’
which I finally left behind in pursuit of the present, more
genuine, unpolluted and supportive forum environment at
ethericwarriors.com, which only I’m responsible for. The
hard realization, that only a cell approach will be
successful from now on in this grassroot movement, was
pretty hard to contemplate until last August, when it had
become abundantly clear that the more public and unregulated
a board effort in the English language is, the more sabotage
and subterfuge will be present. The reason boards that are
set up in other languages aren’t as savaged by Monarch
Program sociopaths is that the City of London, which is the
throne, if you will, of the corporate order, had determined
that if they can completely control the minds of America and
the Commonwealth countries, they’ll control the world. The
CIA, which oversees the Monarch Programs, is a subgroup of
British Foreign Intelligence, MI6. If you think I’m making
this up, check out the ambience of any of the other English
language orgonite boards compared to the
ethericwarriors.com. It won’t be hard for you to find those
boards. CIA and MI6 hackers have made sure that they and
their related websites will come up first in most search
engines.
Who’s got time to deal with that mess right now? I sure
don’t—this movement has grown beyond the capability of any
unpaid agency to manage it, much less someone like me who
has no resources, skill, or time to take on a task like
that. There are many thousands of people gifting and I can’t
imagine riding herd on the huge, inevitable camp following
of saboteurs and sycophants that are inevitably part of any
genuine movement, because the camp followers who make up the
other boards are the ones who demand all of one’s time and
energy. People who are actually doing the work don’t need
their hands held or their bottoms wiped like those folks do.
An army has a camp following when it’s on the move—are you
familiar with the term, ‘camp follower?’ When the Romans
invaded a region, they looked pretty spiffy and impressive
when seen from the front but if you looked at it from behind
all you saw were the ragtag mob of whores, lawyers,
professional beggars, con artists and other parasites who
inevitably followed in its wake from camp to camp and waited
to prey on the chumps among the warriors. Don’t be a chump.
Most of these camp followers in this case are programmed or
paid sociopaths, courtesy of the CIA’s Monarch Programs and
British MI6. The pitiful but vicious and resourceful
lapwings are mostly from the latter. I used to be an
Anglophile but I’ve been cured of that misperception.
Where’s King Arthur and Merlin, now that the poor Brits need
them then most? Maybe they could sweep away all of this
cultural dross;-)
My posts and even my name have been expunged from those
boards, in case you wonder why I’m studiously ignored in
those venues except in unprovoked, slanderous diatribes.
Caveat emptor, my friend. I’ve only ever been interested in
associating with balls-to-the-wall, self sacrificing,
passionate warriors and for three years I allowed myself to
be conned into ‘helping’ the omnipresent lukewarm and
duplicitous, instead. Incessant, wounding attacks from these
fake friends during the first three years of this effort
finally taught me that the lukewarm won’t be induced to
become passionate or courteous, the slavish sycophant won’t
be persuaded to embrace freedom and accountability and that
the more ardently and lovingly one tries to ‘help them be
better people,’ the more vicious their personal attacks will
be. Divorce from these ringers was inevitable for me, of
course. The fact that a few of them still do a little
gifting is a testament to the creative impetus of simple
orgonite, I think. I never said they were bad people. Most
treachery in this world is born of fear and envy and we all
have at least a little of both.
If you’re serious about fixing this mess which some of us
call ‘the occult/corporate world order’ and seizing our
lovely planet back from these too-wealthy corporate pirates,
try some of the following recommendations on your own, then
find some equally-committed peers and form another informal
intel/blasting cell. We’ll support your efforts to get
started, don’t worry, and if you can keep the lukewarm and
saboteurs/sociopaths out of your little group, the way we
do, we’ll work closely with you from now on. It will be
wonderful for us to hone our own skills by having some
friendly competition. You’re going to be astonished by what
you’ll be able to accomplish. Are a few of you nice folks on
the French and German orgonite boards going to set up your
own blasting cells any time soon? I’m sure that several of
you people are sufficiently psychic to facilitate the intel
part.
Some of us don’t use any etheric weapons. We didn’t intend
to do it this way; we simply forgot to turn them on,
eventually, as we became more and more familiar with the
energy signature (the specific feeling of success) of
blasting predators, which is essentially the same as the
energy signature of healing. The French word for ‘warrior’
is ‘guerriere’ and the word for ‘healer’ is ‘gueriseur;’
these words have the same root and when you get going with
this predator blasting work you’ll know why that’s so.
The reptilian parasites in the occult order have suckered
billions of nice people into assuming that aggression and
anger is always a bad thing except during times that they
decide to have a war and draft all the young men for cannon
fodder.. Any parasite specie programs its host this way, of
course. Any parasite specie’s collective mind and will
signals the host, too, that it’s pointless to try to
eradicate parasites.
Dr Rudi verSpoor, an acknowledged authority on homeopathy
(www.homeopathy.com) claims that diseases have consciousness
and will and have to be defeated the same way one defeats a
physical opponent: with aggression and skill. This parasitic
occult/corporate world order is nothing more than a disease.
I don’t think that’s debatable. My own years of successful
experience in the healing trade has convinced me that
applied microcurrent destroys nearly all known diseases by
easily and quickly killing the biological pathogens which
cause them. It’s an act of aggression when you stick a
zapper in your sock or under your bra strap, in other words.
You’re committing genocide on every specie of bacteria,
virus, fungus and worm in your body this way, you
bloodthirsty tyrant!
If you acknowledge that this is so, you’d need to be
clinically schizoid to assume that a similar process isn’t
needed, immediately, to rid humanity of the body politic’s
life-threatening macroparasites, which are the Federal
Reserve Corporation and every single affiliated group, all
of the major banks in London, the Windsor Hive Queen (Whore
of Babylon, for sure
)
the treasonous US Congress, the treasonous White House
staff, the treasonous US Supreme Court, every single black
robed bandit (judge) in the western world, all secret police
organizations, all masons above the level of the zany
Shriners, all voodoo societies, the Tong and Triad networks,
the Yakuza, the Great White Brotherhood, the Vril, the
Jesuits, the Mafia, Cosa Nostra, KKK, the US, Chinese and
Russian Army, Air Force and Navy, the UN and all of its
affiliated cancerous organizations, the passionless
reptilian newage/sewage hierarchy, ad nauseum.
All of these are parasitic organizations. None of them are
doing a damn bit of good in the world right now; all of them
are simply siphoning off the physical, etheric and human
resources of our wonderful planet and, if left unchecked,
they will all eventually destroy the host, which is
humanity.
I’m told that an un-embalmed body, when exhumed from a
hermetically sealed coffin before much time has passed, is
so chock full of every specie of worm that they pour out of
every orifice and erupt from the skin everwhere, presenting
a spectacle that might have come out of Stephen King’s
frenetic imagination. Those are the progeny of the parasites
which had been living in that body for years while it was
still animated, some of which species were no doubt
responsible for the person’s demise in the first place--
‘The conqueror worm.’
This stage is the heyday, the glory realm for all parasites,
in fact, because their progress is no longer being held in
check by the body’s immune responses. Of course, the end of
immunity also seals their own doom and the party in the
coffin is short lived. The occult/corporate world order has
been looking forward to and meticulously planning for a
similar heyday (theirs) for countless generations. Like any
other parasite, they apparently just don’t consider that
destroying the host would be their own end. Parasites are
not entirely sentient beings, after all—people like that who
have no conscience aren’t moved by virtue or even by
rational thought. Did you have the impression that these
voracious corporate monsters actually know what they’re
doing?
It’s said that the rich man plans for future generations and
the poor man plans for Saturday night. What we’re seeing,
now, is that compared to the scions of these ancient
counting houses in London, Rome, Paris, Geneva and Vienna
the poor, profligate man’s actually got more integrity
because he’s at least not harming anyone else and his goal
isn’t ultimately suicidal
We’re engaging in activity, now, that may ensure that these
uninvited macro-passengers will never get to party among us
like their micro counterparts, the worms, do in a rotting
carcass. Right now, the movers and shakers in this ancient
behemoth have to settle for overcoming babies and young
children in blood rituals and an occasional large scale
massacre-by-proxy of innocents, which they’re sponsoring in
Iraq right now.
When Germany invaded France the French Resistance formed
fighting, sabotage and intelligence cells. There was no
apparent hierarchy for the Germans to infiltrate because in
a cell, a few efficient, resourceful people can know and
trust one another properly—there are no strangers among them
to wonder about. But the movement was essentially unified in
purpose, at least; they all knew what needed to be done and
they collectively did more damage to the vast German
occupying forces than could be done by an invading army.
What we know from experience on ethericwarriors.com is that
when a small group of determined people get together to
oppose this vast, ancient behemoth effectively we become
more attuned to each other, more trusting, more resolute,
more confirmed, mutually supportive, more aware of our
Helpers and, actually, happier & more contented as
individuals. What can be better and more satisfying than
finding one’s own destiny and carrying it out, after all? I
really want you to experience this now! Of course, if you’re
just reading this for entertainment or a little inspiration,
read on and thanks for doing so! Tell your friends and
family about us, please, even if you only want to ridicule
us. There’s no such thing as bad advertising.
Some of us actually have scars from being assaulted by our
stalkers during sleep, which is the only time we’re
vulnerable. Many of us still get poisoned regularly, beamed
with powerful, focused radiation, our businesses sabotaged,
our friends and family members compromised (the weak ones,
only, of course) and this takes place so routinely that we
don’t even mention it any more unless we feel overwhelmed,
at which point we usually ask our fellows for etheric help.
That help always fixes the problem, thankfully. Also, most
of the inventions and weaponry I’m discussing in this essay
were born of necessity and near desperation during the
dicier periods of this effort’s brief history. This isn’t a
game for us, please understand, even though we have fun most
of the time and joke with each other a lot.
The mutinous boards sure aren’t the real threat to us these
days. I think the Operators want to keep them around, at
least as camp followers, to demonstrate some dynamic
contrast between the real and the fake in this growing
movement.
We’ve gotten enough second and third party feedback from our
intel/blasting sessions to know that whatever is
accomplished in the etheric realm strongly affects the
physical realm, which is arguably just a shadow of the
etheric realities. A negative example of this is when a
serial killer initiates radiation ‘treatment’ on a cancer
sufferer. Radiation is a function of ether and is dense,
deadly energy which affects the entire body, not just what
these jerks are aiming at.. Radiation destroys the person’s
energy field (aura) first, then the body soon follows in
most cases.
Repairing the etheric field is chancier than simply
repairing the body, as anyone who tries to get free of
marijuana addiction knows. The ripped etheric field of a pot
addict becomes a self-regenerating threat to his/her
personal integrity becase even a Harmonic Protector can’t
then guard the person from the entrance into one’s body of a
host of ambient parasitic or predatory entities and
thoughtforms. My objection to mind- and aura-destroying
substances isn’t a moral one at all; it’s entirely
practical.
A zapper—any zapper—will quickly and efficiently cure cancer
(I’ve never known this to take more than three weeks, even
in very advanced cases) but if radiation has been applied,
the zapper won’t be able to affect the cancer. I’ve been
directly aware of hundreds of dramatic cancer cures by my
customers who bought and used zappers over the years. I’ve
also been directly aware of at least that many people who
started zapping their cancer after receiving chemo and/or
radiation treatements and most of these folks didn’t survive
this ‘treatment’ and ‘practice’ of the serial killers. Here
again, I know better than to try to prove something like
this to the Pajama Folks and there’s a chance that if I were
to publish the cancer cure testimonials I would be murdered
or framed by the drug cartel, just like hundreds of genuine
healers have as casualties of the ongoing War on Healers.
A positive example of this is that when you’re under severe
psi,r radiation, infrasonic and/or electronic assault and
are feeling overwhelmed you can put on a Harmonic Protector
(worldwithoutparasites.com) and the attack will seem to just
stop. Really, you’ve simply boosted, balanced and reinforced
your personal etheric field (if you haven’t stupidly ruined
it with pot or booze) and the attacks simply bounce off of
your surrounding aura after that. The attacks don’t stop
then, of course; they’re likely intensified right after that
but you just don’t feel them any more because the orgonite
in the specifically configured HP transmutes the energy of
the attacks into an even stronger etheric field around your
body. Carol and I accidentally discovered that principle
while lying on a Florida beach, four years ago, within
deadly-energy range of a nuclear power plant.
These occult/corporate minions’ psi, radiation and
electronic weapons are designed to slowly kill entire
popluations by savaging our etheric fields (auras). This is
obviously one of the many functions of the new death towers.
See why it’s essential for you to disable the ones that are
in your own town? If you don’t want to disable them for your
neighbors, do it for yourself and your family! What have you
got to lose? This movement’s big enough, now, that I don’t
ever hear from most of the folks who are gifting, perhaps
the majority of whom don’t even comprehend English, so you
can be sure I won’t be looking over your shoulder and
shooting my mouth off about you
If you’re wearing a Harmonic Protector and you actually feel
an assault, it’s a focused personal assault by one or more
of the thugs of the occult/corporate order and you’re then
free to attack your assailants. Just ‘return to sender’ with
extreme prejudice in that case. Get some practice with this
and you’ll be astonished by how fast the symptoms will just
go away when you hit these criminals back, hard. If you
don’t bust the towers, though, you can blast these
structures ‘til the cows come home and it’s not going to
make a lot of difference because the death towers are sort
of like the incessant artillery barrages that keep the
infantry (us) cowering in the trenches. Blasting them might
only give you a momentary reprieve. Only gifting seems to
perpetually disable these extremely powerful, fortified
transmitters. Go do the heroic commando thing and disable
those horrible towers! It doesn’t matter whether you
actually believe and perpetuate the lie that these towers
are for cellphones as long as you just gift them.
I’ve written around fourteen pages by now and haven’t
discussed the nuts and bolts of the blasting process or
mentioned any of the weapons except the Succor Punch. The
reason I’m taking this approach is that I needed to prepare
the ground a bit before planting the little suggestion seeds
for you, otherwise you won’t water them with care and will
forget about my instructions right after you read them and
will probably just go back to accepting the undeserved
punishment that the occult order heaps on you 24/7. Also,
without some background explanation I could just tell you
what we do but you might not comprehend it. I think you’re
ready now.
As I said, a lot of us don’t use physical weapons any more.
To say, ‘we do it with our minds’ shortchanges the
description and in fact our entire bodies are involved,
along with our minds. The mind’s not in the driver seat.
You’ll get it, so bear with me.
I’d better do this in two parts. This way, someone who
already has a sense for what this is about can cut to the
chase and just read Part Two.
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Le Comte Sainte Humaine’s and St. Buster’s Etheric Blasting
Compendium
‘Has Anybody Got Any Ruth?’ Asks the Hundredth Monkey
Part One
As you read along and, hopefully, are entertained, please
bear in mind that my purpose in writing this is to encourage
you to form or join a ‘blasting/intel cell’ like the one we
created on ethericwarriors.com. Anyone with commitment and
genuine aggression can do this work and I’m confident that
if you’re not adequately psychic to get the necessary intel
someone will show up to do that for your cell. You don’t
have to be an ascetic or even a nice person to be effective.
I’m no paragon of virtue and I can do the work, so you can,
too. A small, united group does a whole lot more damage to
the genocide agenda and occult global hierarchy than one or
two can do and we need to destroy both of these entities
right now before they make your and my country look just
like Iraq.
I was going to wait until morning to start to write this
essay but after midnight I apparently started getting body
slammed, literally, by some dolphins while lying in my bed
in Northern Idaho—a sort of feeling of urgency accompanied
by a lot of telepathic imagery of sacred geometry, colors,
lights, a vision of a Big Wave in Hawaii and a lot of mirth,
tinged with a little desperation.
How else are they to get a thick-headed person’s attention?
I felt this unmistakable energy signature once before
(except without the desperation) in April, 2001, when Carol
and I met a couple of dolphins in Florida. For a succession
of nights after that meeting I could tell when I was about
to get that peculiar etheric embrace from the lovely one who
took a cotton to me: my lower legs started jumping, then my
heart was flooded with warm, exhilarating energy, then my
head filled with rapid-fire imagery which I don’t recall
now. All I remember is that during those episodes my wife,
Carol, was also getting energy/info from the other friendly
dolphin across the road. We’d just clandestinely ‘gifted’
those two dolphin pens in a bold, midnight amphibious
assault. She remembered her imagery clearly, since she’s a
natural psychic, and even marked a spot on the nautical
chart of the Bahamas where they showed her some Atlantean
ruins in fairly shallow water, south of Andros Island.
I know the gifting raid sounds dramatic, but really, we just
put our little rowboat in at a marina next door to the
facility and ‘landed’ on the seaward side, close to the pens
because we didn’t want the facility’s owners and employees
to see us tossing orgonite into the water during business
hours. We preferred to risk them calling the cops at night
,
hence the handy exit option—we’d see the cops arriving at
the gate in time to get away from there. ‘Caution is the
better part of valor.’ The pens are only separated from the
sea by a narrow causeway which any of them (dolphins, not
cops) could jump over without much effort, so they’re all in
those pens voluntarily.
The Women Warriors on ethericwarriors.com allowed me to join
their Thursday session a couple of days ago, perhaps on
condition that they could surgically experiment on my
psyche. Everybody’s got an agenda, eh? Most of them are
psychics, as is Sensei Dennie of knivesandcrystals.com, whom
they invite to join them each week because he’s a real cutup
with his telekinetic Powersword. I think they had lost
patience with my relative density, so when I asked them to
give me the full blasting treatment so that I could write
about it more fully in this essay (this co-ordinated blast
is what we send at any occult/corporate and/or non-human
predator that comes within our purview and I wanted to know,
for sure, what this feels like to the average Joe), they did
something extra: they applied the new Papimi blasting method
to my third eye. They asked for permission, of course, and I
said, ‘Sure, why not?—I’m dense enough for that not to
affect me much.’
Carol will be on a little island along Costa Rica’s Pacific
Coast for a few more days. She’s half way through her visit
with the dolphins there right now. I sure didn’t expect to
get any personal contact from these entities and had rather
enjoyed my lifelong psychic obscurity, secure in the
confidence that one doesn’t need to be psychic to kick
etheric butt these days. In some cases ignorance really is
bliss. Desperate times require desperate measures, though,
so maybe I’m supposed to start getting some psi intel on my
own after this. This could happen to you but I honestly
don’t recommend it. I’d much rather just go play in my
workshop, travel around busting hurricanes at sea with an
onboard cloudbuster and fly around up in the Sylph
footprints and bust mountaintop arrays from a plane,
antigrav craft or blimp.
Three days before the Thursday chatblast the collective
group at ew.com ran some etheric interference on behalf of
Carol and our local friend, Linda, who accompanied her.
After we blasted a couple of MIB would-be assassins on the
plane who apparently went along with them one of the
psychics found some technicians working on a vessel in those
waters—the equipment was designed to put out chaotic
underwater signals to distress all of the cetaceans in the
vicinity, sort of like how the FBI constantly blared
loud-volume recordings of animals being tortured to death at
the men, women and children in the besieged compound outside
of Waco for several days before they moved in and
slaughtered them all at B’nai Brith’s Masonic behest on that
spring day in 1993.
If you’ve ever done any tropical skin diving you understand
that sound travels, undiminished, over a tremendous distance
underwater. That’s how whales can signal each other across
hundreds of miles, in fact. The deeper you go, the louder it
gets because the air in the middle of your head gets denser
and more conductive to sound. When I lived on St John,
Virgin Islands, in the early seventies I used to skin dive
every single day and would dive deep in those gorgeous,
crystalline waters just to hear the whales singing to each
other in the Caribbean Sea. Now I finally get why The
Operators lined that job up for me, I think. A honeypot
glommed onto me, then, and for the next 22 years my life was
hostage to a programmed psychopath, but we made four
potentially wonderful assets to humanity in the meantime:
Arian, Bevin, Nora and Cameron Croft.
I probably shouldn’t mention the name of the popular
scientist/inventor whom they also saw on that Navy craft
because I might get sued (hint—he’s an authority on dolphin
communication and wrote a popular book on pyramids in the
70s) but we etherically smacked him silly, too. These high
level masons, just like Himmler’s boys were at Nuremberg
(with Karl Jung’s considerable help), are pretty clever at
shifting responsibility for their crimes against the
cosmos—quite slippery, in fact, but we apparently nailed
this guy’s feet to the floor this time pretty good and I
don’t think he’ll be torturing any more dolphins for awhile.
Just for fun, too, the psychics determined that he was
implicated in the murder of his wife in the mid 90s.
A well-known GWB guru who’s been showing up as a necessary
target in nearly all of our blasting sessions, lately, as
the Great White Brotherhood’s favorite buttboy, er, I mean
Golden Boy, was also there stirring up trouble on land and I
had the honor and pleasure of doing him while the others
watched. This guy, a high level mason in the reptilian
newage movement hierarchy, introduced a trick meditation
technique about ten years ago and has a reputation for
taking groups of newagers to vortices around the world to
‘heal’ the distressed vortices but of course after these
smiling, blissed out sycophants drop their expensive in the
vicinity the energy actually gets a lot worse every time
because that’s what these chumps were really brought there
to do.
They not only actually pay this guy for the dubious honor of
tagging along; they buy their own huge crystals to
waste—this is partly how high masons shift responsibility
for their actions. See the pattern? They gift and we gift
Those compromised crystals are used as energy conduits and
amplifiers for Masonic and other satanic energy-pirating
blood rituals on behalf of the parasitic occult/corporate
world order. This fellow, who apparently isn’t made to
participate in the ritual slaughter of infants, is an old
school mason with a graying ponytail who’s particularly
adept at pirating earth energy, making it look to the unwary
like he’s saving the world, of course. Sooner or later this
psychic nazi jerk’s going to bust a blood vessel in his
brain if he doesn’t stop bothering us on behalf of his NSA
handlers, I think.
This process is just like the way serial killers (MDs)
‘treat’ illnesses and make them worse and worse until the
patient finally gets relief in death. Practice makes perfect
in that case, too, of course, which is probably why a
dope-dealing MD calls his biz a ‘practice.’ Some of them are
really, really good at this and don’t even need to practice
any more to bleed their victims dry.
The peekers also found several US Navy Seals in the vicinity
who were assigned to look for opportunities to murder Carol
and Linda, of course. I’ve been so ashamed of the poor,
benighted US Military lately. This kind of stuff is usually
small change for the blasters and we cycled through all of
these would-be menaces without a lot of time and effort but
I think it was Darlene of spiritualartofhealing.com who
picked up, then, on a larger Navy/CIA plot to kill off all
of the dolphins in the region. The Navy/NSA technicians were
in the process of using combination of shipboard and
ocean-bottom sonar transmitters which are apparently the
aquatic counterpart of the new death towers you see when you
walk out your own front door every morning..
The psychics also picked up some clear imagery of
reptilians, including an admiral in the predatory armada in
that region, overseeing this agenda. It makes sense that the
reptilians would want to kill all of the dolphins, of
course, especially since we drove the reptiles’ craft out of
most of the earth’s atmosphere in the past three years with
cloudbusters and gifting. We kept busting up transmitting
equipment and predators in that little fleet until the
psychics’ consensus got that the dolphins were safe again
and satisfied, but all of that stuff and manpower is easily
expendable and would get replaced immediately, so someone
really needs to gift all of the underwater vortices in that
region ASAP in order to ensure that those transmitters on
the ocean bed will never work again. This is just like we do
on land by gifting the death towers with cheap, simple
orgonite.
This is all more real to us than the alleged news you’re
getting every day from your sparkle box is to you because
this is an intereactive process for us and you’re only
passively receiving CIA programming and lies. I want you to
turn off that damn box and get busy fixing this mess,
instead. The longer the thing is turned off the less fear
and hopelessness you’ll feel, even if you won’t accept any
accountability or responsibility.
Don’t waste heroics or fancy materials if you’re in a
position to gift these tropical ocean vortices, okay? It’s
about taking the territory back from the pirate world order,
not winning prizes for ‘biggest and baddest orgone bomb.’ It
won’t take much orgonite to do that but it’s going to
require some adequate navigation and time. There are several
good sites online that show the location of all the earth
vortices—just do a little search for that info. They give
you latitude and longitude for each grid point. Close enough
is good enough, too. Gifting is a pretty pastoral pursuit,
after all. Leave the precision to watch makers and artists
like Mr. Soggiu and the undecipherable technobabble to the
Beardonesque armchair scientists, okay?
We always trace the line of command up from the street level
thugs and pavement artists in the secret police and Masonic
networks whom we encounter and this time it ended up in a
reptilian enclave under Arlington Cemetery, near the
Pentagon. The level of command below that bloated hive queen
that was a bunch of hybrid, spiritually filthy sycophant
generals and admirals in the Pentagon, of course, affiliated
with the NSA. When that fat, bloodthirsty green bitch
finally pops I doubt she’ll show up in any obituaries, the
way ‘Looney Larry’ Rockefeller did a few hours after DB
(ethericfire.com) despatched him etherically at Devil’s
Punchbowl during an occult/corporate blood ritual and
feeding frenzy in August.
If you’re paying attention, you’ll get that I’m describing a
typical, successful group blasting/intel session. When I
describe the tools and specific tactics, shortly, they’ll
then make more sense to you.
Dooney and Dr Steve of bluemarbleimages.com (Dooney is one
of the regular Woman Warriors and Steve is a professional
healer who is also psychic), had connected with the dolphins
near Bimini some time ago and drew on their cetacean
connection to get some of this intel, by the way. Just like
Carol and I do in the blast sessions, they use two computers
in their home during the chatblast sessions. It’s a little
bizarre to communicate with one’s mate across the room
through a computer screen, I can tell you.
Whenever I feel blitzed or in need of dynamic balance I clip
a 15Hz Succor Punch ‘driver’ onto Cesco Soggiu’s Little
Secret’s golden electrodes, by the way. That coil form of
his, described and available on soulbalm.com, is a powerful
environmental and personal harmonizer. I’ll mention some
reliable sources for Succor Punches later in this essay.
Bear with me: this essay might seem like an infomercial but
I assure you I’m not going to get any kickbacks from the
folks whose sites I’m mentioning. I’m telling you about it
because it all works, is easily available and is effective,
‘next level’ tech for being a player in this rapidly
emerging new paradigm. Each of us started out in this
movement exactly like you did, by the way: on a wing and a
prayer
Whew! I’m settled down now. What a rush that was! The
multiple tones that have been sort of singing in my right
ear since June, 2002 (since Carol got the Big Secret from
those nice little aliens; these aren’t for sale but you can
make one) have just expanded and jumped up in volume again.
I guess the little spacemen and the dolphins are working
together. Are the dolphins part of the bunch whom I call,
‘The Operators?’ I’ve been getting the impression that they,
too, are always standing by, waiting for our calls.
The first night after the gals did the ‘Papimi Pamper’ on my
pituitary gland (it tickled) I was a little miffed at them
because a sort of view screen opened up right in front of
and above my eyes at bedtime and I received a parade of
uninvited imagery, most of which I hadn’t a clue about
(still don’t
and the hole they made in my forehead didn’t close enough
for me to get to sleep until around 4AM. This is how
progress sometimes works, though. Whether or not we’re
comfortable with it we still have to go through the little
self initiations. They were just having a lark (having their
way with me
)
but in the wider view they were apparently just inspired by
The Operators to do this so that a pathway could be made for
the information/energy I started getting from the dolphins
tonight.
Yesterday, still a little cranky from lack of sleep, I’d
posted on ew.com that I’d choose to sit in the middle of a
copshop, covered in donuts, and smoke a fattie before I’d
volunteer to have them use this etheric Jaws of Life to pry
open my third eye again but now I get it. The nice thing
about having plenty of orgonite around is that we’re now
capable of learning our little life lessons much faster and
more thoroughly than before.
Don’t denigrate funky orgonite, please! You may hear a lot
about gemstones, fancy ingredients, arcane coil
configurations and massive scale, expensive devices (these
have their place, too, when properly made) but, really, it’s
the meek little muffins made of resin, metal waste and
little quartz chips—nothing more!--that’s getting the bulk
of the global gifting job done right now. I’m very proud of
that proven invention! It’s the one thing that lets people
know for sure that this grassroot movement is for everyone,
not just for the genuinely gifted and the camp-following
prima donas and etheric mercenaries and proselytes.
Having said that, battle-tested aficionados like Ryan of
ryanmcginty.com, and Sensei Dennis Griffin who make fancy,
arcane weaponry that works, know exactly what they’re doing
and can tell you the purpose of each of their components in
language that we can all understand. Dennis sells the fancy
ingredients, by the way, on knivesandcrystals.com
If you have a burning desire to explore the potential of the
fancy stuff, consider that this is more appropriately
applied to orgonite devices that you’ll be using within your
own energy field, okay? When you’re not using them, they’re
not doing much at all. These additives are interactive with
YOU, in other words. ‘Interactive’ applies only when you’re
conscious of or next to the devices, not when they’re ‘out
standing in the field.’ Sometimes I feel like a lone
crusader with this little bit of practical info. I know,
from three years of forum experience and almost nine
successful years in the healing trade, that many
well-meaning people tend to bound off into waterless regions
of the indecipherable, complex and arcane rather than
embrace and apply simple, genuinely empowering techological
truths. There’s simply no substituted for a little
intellectual integrity, my friend, and if you’re dragging a
long trail of letters behind your name I rather pity you for
all of that acquired alleged knowledge that has jaded your
discernment.
For example, thousands of people have spent thousands of
dollars, each, on expensive Rife Plasma Generators and I’ve
only personally known of three of those people who can get
consistent results, the way Dr Rife always did. This
international crowd even gets together in conventions every
year to compare notes on why they’re not doing a damn thing
to help anyone
and if I were innocent and blind I’d show up there to
patiently explain that a $2 zapper circuit is all they
really need to get those desired results. Dr Rife didn’t
have one of those when he was alive. Rife is the early 20th
century science pioneer whom Dr Hulda Clark fully
plagiarized, by the way. I’m mentioning this for the record
and to show you that the floundering alternative healing
community is in dire need of some even more alternative
healing and education.
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"We shall no longer hang on to the tails of public opinion
or to a non- existent authority on matters utterly unknown
and strange. We shall gradually become experts ourselves in
the mastery of the knowledge of the Future."
~Wilhelm Reich |
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