Dear fellow etheric warriors,
I have been a member of the
www.donebydooney.com board, as well as Georg Ritschl's German
orgonite board. I have now been invited to post at Etheric Warriors
also. It is a great honor for me to share some of my personal
experiences involving orgonite with you. Besides that, I will also
post some articles from the German board, that I believe to be
particularly interesting. "We" from the German board do this the
other way around with important articles from EW. After all,
information should not be stopped by language barriers, as Edostar
just remarked! For a start, I will be reposting the story of how the
German FBI blew up my powerwand. I have posted this story before at
Dooney's and Georg's board, but EW probably reaches a broader
audience. Additionally, it was just this huge confirmation for me
that I am on the right track. Although it was quite a frightening
situation, objectively seen, it is not supposed to frighten (new)
people. I can assure you that beeing in the situation I had a really
strong feeling that "the Operators" were helping me. I knew that I
would get out of this unscathed. I felt like having a protective
layer around me while being held by the police. To get to the point:
this whole thing was meant to intimidate me, but it only made me
stronger!
Katia
By the way, I had a right to full compensation of my material losses
by the German law. The minute they blew the PW up, I was proven
innocent and the police looked silly. Of course, I reordered a new
PW as soon as I came back from my trip. About 2 months later, the
bill was paid by the state of Germany. I suppose this to be the
first PW beeing sponsored by a government! Isn't that ironic? Mr.
Yellow
Hello everyone,
I have been on a trip to Brussels for a couple of days, which is why
I couldn't join you at the last chat. I wanted to relax a bit
meeting up my boyfriend who is currently working there. Instead, I
am feeling lower on Energy than before. So if you could give me a
boost, I would really appreciate it. And this is my story...
The short facts for those who don't want to read the whole thing:
On my way to Brussels, the Belgian police was waiting for me on
behalf of the German police when I stepped out of the plane. The
German police had discovered something "weird" in my lugagge, which
made me a terror suspect, as they had mistaken my Powerwand with a
bomb. They interrogated me for about 3 hours, I didn't go to jail,
but the German police still detonated the PW. I saw pictures from it
with the christal burst in pieces.
I will tell the whole story, because it might fit into recent
assaults on "travelling" orgonite (vendors) and I also think that
the story deserves exposure.
At the gangway, there where two civil policemen, a man and a woman,
waiting for me. They told me they had just gotten a call from the
German federal police that there was a problem with my luggage. I
was led to a room in the airport where one of the policemen started
calling somewhere. There, I had to hand over my cellphone. They
asked me, if I could imagine what was causing the trouble. The only
thing in my lugagge that was a little different was my PW. I told
them they migt have found my "medidation tool". Apparently, Germany
was having trouble deciding what to do. Meanwhile, another unit of
Belgium's police wanted to interrogate me, so we left for their
quarters. There, I was basically interrogated by one officer and his
boss. They asked me what this object was all about. They had all
been really polite so far, but I knew that I had to give them
something. Otherwise I would end up in jail quickly. Later the
officer told me that hadn't I been as cooperative as I had been, I
would not have answered the questions on a chair, but in a cell
(They also said I could consider myself lucky not to have left the
plane in handcuffs...). I pondered what I judged to be the most
"neutral" description of a PW I could get them in the internet,
because they asked me for a description in the internet. So I gave
them G. R.'s vendor page. Well, they weren't content with that and
started googling the term "powerwand". They came across a building
instruction of a person I did not know. Later, I came to know that
the German police was also busy at the net. They stumbled over some
adventures of Don and Carol. Especially the Germans in charge did
not really understand English. So they pasted some of D's
descriptions for the use of the PW ("bloodthirsty", blast, energy,
military, police) and where convinced I had a tube bomb in my
luggage! The description of this unknown writer added to it, because
it advised people to use the gem pyrite in the PW, which they
thought to be some explosive material (allegedelly, it had a
slightly different spelling, though). I sticked to my story that I
use this tool for meditation the whole time through. I didn't think
I could help anyone by explaining too much, or by defending Don.
They now decided to officially interrogate me. While sitting in the
interrogation room, the boss of the interrogating officer showed up.
He was the only one who made me feel unconfortable by his personal
presence. Otherwise, I was not afraid at all. I was totally friendly
and outgoing. At last, I had nothing to hide. They were a little
irritated about this, but I think it secured me a nice treatment.
Nevertheless, I also made clear that I knew my rights and that they
were not to judge my "religious" beliefs (sometimes a law degree is
worth something). In the mean time, they decided to blow up my
powerwand in Germany. The Boss of the Belgian police showed me
pictures of the mutilated object. The boss, was annoyed by Don's
"man in black" expression. He admitted to be a "military man" and he
WAS clad in black, by the way . This "boss" was still really
interested in names like Don's and R. McG's., which he noted on a
piece of paper. He also asked me, if I was SURE my boyfriend is
really German (they had just gotten a copy of his ID card over the
computer...). Until my release, I could not make phone calls. Later,
when they released me, the officer tried to justify their paranoia
with: Nowadays, they are more and more using young blonde women for
their purposes... So imagine, what would have happened if I looked
any more "Latin". Handcuffs for sure, I guess!
All in all, I had a "helping hand" over me all the way through. I
had no fear at for the time at the police and I knew I would get
out, if I cooperated. I was lucky they didn't blow up my suitcase,
which I got back a day later. They did not search my body and hand
lugagge, which I thought was strange from a legal perspective. The
"boss" told me they would still have to search me, I prayed to God
they wouldn't. They would find my Harmonic Protector, which I did
not want to give away under any circumstances. My feeling was right.
Later the officer told me, in Belgium they would have kept the PW,
even if it turned out to be harmless. I think they would have kept
the HP, rather than use it as a clearing evidence for my sake. The
minute they got me, I knew that this was meant as a warning towards
me. Not by the operating police itself, I suspect. Legally, they
were not overstretching the law, which makes the whole thing even
worse. Of course, they interpreted everything like they wanted to
interpret it. I think that the "brains behind" all this might not be
sitting among the people who actually decided on my case... I have
travelled with the PW on planes before (even over London). Nothing
ever happened. And my orgonite usually does set off the metal
detectors (I don't know what D. does not to set them off). When I
first got the PW I called the company I was flying with and they
told me to put it in the luggage, which should be o.k.. They said it
could only be problematic if I carried it on my hand lugagge. Up to
now, they have always been able to make a simple test with the
orgonite to see if it was dangerous...Until I started getting busy
at the Chatblast and cleaning out my life some more... Coincidence?
I can not really estimate, what happened etherically. I only know
that I feel really low on energy. Me and my boyfriend woke up
unusually exhausted, dreaming all night and waking up depressed and
with fear in the solar plexus region. I was feeling a lot better
before this happened. He was fine before this incident happened as
well. Coincidence?
I see you online next Saturday, K.