We camped for a couple of nights, before and after the gifting run, in the Yellowstone River valley some distance north of the Park entrance and on the first night, STevo and I smoked victory cigars:
Is that confidence, or what?
We dropped the 'Go-fast Raft' in the water at an upwind boat ramp, hoping to beat the elements a bit with a little timing
As we left the river and entered the big lake a buffalo kept tabs on
us
There were DOR-laden (HAARP-injected) storm clouds already forming
over the lake when we got there but the combination of the boat's
little cloudbuster and the orgonite we were tossing in the lake
erased it pretty fast. The rangers at the dock warned us that the
lake experiences storms every afternoon and boaters can get in a lot
of trouble, then. These are nasty thunderstorms with a whole lot of
wind and lightning. We sort of expected the HAARPies to jack up
nature's inclination to make storms on summer afternoons over that
huge lake and here's what the HAARPies did to try to negate our
wonderful orgone assault:
The feds knew that if they could generate big waves we would have to
slow down so much that we wouldn't have been able to finish the job.
The capper for this mission was to drop the little CB into the
middle of the deepest part of the lake, which was near the end of
the route. Not far from that deep spot there were steam vents
nearby on shore, by the way, which was a nice confirmation for the
psychics, who decided on the CB's target.
The federal HAARP white-coats' stinky, world-odor efforts to prevent
us from fixing the volcanic threat were so underwhelming that
Lemurian ships showed up to help and observe.
Do you remember when it was a lot harder to achieve results like
this? Years ago, we still had the feeling that the sewer rats might
win their war on humanity and we had to literally wade through
federal agents and would-be assassins just to get our 'littering'
done. On this trip, we hardly got a whiff of federal sewer rats,
which was awfully refreshing. I think they're feeling kind of
dispirited by now. On our previous gifting trip to Yellowstone there
were assassins in Park Ranger vehicles and The Operators apparently
took us out of time right after one of them showed up, hunting for
us ( I had intuitively just pulled off the highway onto a side road
and parked). As we left the Park and went to a restaurant, that
afternoon in October, 2004, we wondered why it was getting dark so
early, then Carol and I looked at a clock and saw that we couldn't
account for a couple of hours 
Dooney took pics from the bow, where she rode with Jack and
Charley, the dog people. These stalwart fellows are not big fans of
boating but they're great sports.
From her position, looking astern, Dooney briefly saw a huge, shiny
spaceship around the time she took that photo but it appeared and
disappeared so fast that she didn't have time to take a photo.
That happened to me, once, on a mountain top during a solo gifting
exposition. It was hard to imagine something as huge as that
flying. If you keep your eyes open when gifting you might have the
same opportunity. These are apparently little gifts from The
Operators; personal confirmations that are quite encouraging.
This is what she mostly saw, though, and I'm holding a can of tea,
not beer 
:
The HAARPies tried a couple of times to generate storms in our path
but the more orgonite we tossed into the lake, the faster those
serrated, multi-directional stratus formations disappeared. Lake
gifting is the most potent way to disappear chemtrail remnants, by
the way, if you're one of those folks who find the harmless remnants
disturbing. Also, lake gifting seems to keep increasing the orgone
content of the atmosphere for quite a distance all around. AFter a
year, we're finding in this region that the atmosphere continues to
improve and the improved area is still expanding. We haven't seen
any whiteouts in several months, even though we're very close to a
major city.
We didn't get a pic of the Church of the Living Dead (Church
Universal and Triumphant--the CIA's premier Monarch chump farm)
that's in the river valley north of Yellowstone Park.. but I
noticed that they'd planted a lot of poplar trees on the highway
side of the big, cheap church building in an apparent effort to hide
it and they had also removed that huge, silly-looking Celtic
cross. I consider it a sign of progress when any murderous CIA or
MI6 cult falls on hard times. We didn't see any log trucks coming
out of their property, this time, so I assume they had already sold
off all the thousands of incredible old-growth trees that they had
promised to preserve when they bought all that land. Aren't old
hippies like these supposed to take care of nature instead of
exploit it for profit?
On a more positive note, the disarray of this cult is just another
positive sign that this ancient, parasitic global regime that's
built on deception is falling apart and even running for cover
now. The psychics have lately been exploring new alliances and
realizations that are incredibly encouraging and empowering, by the
way. We haven't written much about all that, yet, because we're
waiting to see how some of it plays out and we're gathering
feedback. If I were to mention any of it, here, you might find that
you've had feelings an intimations about all this on your own. This
is positive feedback, too, of course. Nearly all of what we
collectively achieve is considered to be empirical evidence, after
all, and it's as good or better than anything that funded scientists
might come up with in their labs, though at some point there will be
a lot of that, too--after there are finally some genuine people
providing research funds instead of discorporate (creepy-corporate)
fascist agencies. That happy day is apparently fast approaching.
~Don