Carol and I had a fine revelation, yesterday, with an assist by Ben Morton.
I’ve been dragging my feet about using the radio when flying but I started flying to other airports, last week, and peer pressure is moving me ahead.
A year ago, when Terry moved his plane into my hangar and we started flying together, I attempted to use the radio with him but I was unable to hear mine, even through the headphones, so I figured I’d wait and find an inline amplifier, then try again. Terry’s a fine mentor, having survived years of flying those slow Skyraiders under fire in (mostly) Cambodia during pilot rescue missions. He even gave me helpful hints about dropping ordnance [Image Can Not Be Found] though the only ordnance I admit to dropping from the sky are little bags of white flour during target practice from 500 feet up. I’m slowly improving. My goal is to never drop one on someone or on something valuable. It’s a lot harder than it might seem. There’s an old bathtub in a very large pasture near our airfield that is usually the intended victim and when I get it within 30 feet I call it a ‘direct hit.’
In a fit of inspired accountability I asked Carol to help me figure out whether interference is causing my radio failure and she agreed to take the other radio outside so we could do some tests while I flew around the traffic pattern and within sight of her on the ground. She had avoided watching me fly since the beginning because she didn’t want to feel anxious and, this time, she asked Ben to accompany her and compare notes. She wanted to talk to Ben about what they saw because this is too personal for her to be entirely objective. It’s also just good for psychics to work together.
On my first fly-by, Ben said to Carol, ‘Look at the dense blue orgone field right around Don!’ I think that’s the first time she did more than glance at me while I was in the air [Image Can Not Be Found] and she was shocked to see a globe of very dark, deadly energy right around the plane, with a blue ball of energy (around me) in the middle of that. Ben immediately saw the dark energy, then. For psychics it’s easier to see subtle energy when there’s a bright, monochrome background, such as a blue sky or a white wall so this was a good test.
The radio was clear, both ways, in less than a half mile but a mile away it was unintelligible and two miles away it was almost impossible to hear, though I could easily hear the air traffic around Coeur d’Alene Airport, ten miles south of us, when I was in the air. These radios do work better from plane to plane for some reason and I should have a proper antenna on the plane.
After I landed (after several passes) Carol and Ben could tell that the sphere of deadly energy was constantly rotating from back to front, overhead. On the ground, they could both also see that an object had been put inside one of the aluminum tubes of the plane’s airframe and that was the source (radionics connection?) of the dark energy.
We decided, then, on a two step controlled experiment: adding one of Carol’s mega-towerbusters to the plane, then turning on a Succor Punch. We immediately added the TB and they saw a sharp reduction and weaker ‘spin’ of the deadly energy. I keep one of Andy’s magnetized TBs behind the motor, where the magnetos are, and of course I wear an Harmonic Protector when I’m flying. The next morning I made a Succor Punch but it wasn’t until the next day (yesterday) that Carol found the time to participate in another experiment.
This time, she suggested I add the little orgonite cloudbuster that I made to fit on a plane, though on that plane there’s nowhere to secure it, so I stuck it in the pack behind the gas tank, which is behind the seat. On July 2 I flew with my other local aviation mentor, Roger, over to another airfield for a campout and that pack had carried a tent, sleeping bag, airmatress and pillow. I slept well in spite of the mosquitos, that night [Image Can Not Be Found] and the weight only made the plane a tiny bit tail heavy, which I instinctively corrected by bending up the trim tab on my elevator just a little. I think flying is half science and half art.
This time, they both saw a funnel-shaped field of darkening energy spinning down into the cloudbuster and the plane was surrounded with bubbly blue energy–not a speck of dark energy outside the funnel. Carol said that she hadn’t seen that since that day in 2000 when we drove past a nuke plant and the explosion of blue energy from the orgonite in the camper truck was so dense that she was unable to see the road as she followed behind in the car… That gave us confidence that orgonite changes even the strongest, meanest deadly orgone radiation into healthy life force.
She has a strong feeling that a little filthy-magic item was installed in my plane the same night that my engine was sabotaged. I posted about that somewhere else but it caused me to experience my first ‘engine-out’ emergency (over a thick forest), which I aced [Image Can Not Be Found] by gliding six miles to a landing strip with a few hundred feet of altitude to spare. Good thing I was high up at the time. Some schmuck had pumped my cylinders full of fuel with the little primer, one night. I wasn’t able to start the motor for two days, after that, and I then flew 40 miles to see a friend, Hari, at the airport where I made the emergency landing. He let me keep the plane there overnight and the next day, Carol and I took the airplane trailer up there, took the wings off the craft and loaded it on the trailer. I got to test my special wing racks for highway driving–another success. Hari discovered the problem and when I replaced the primer pump it started right up. I flew up to see him a couple of weeks later with Terry.
My wife and I both feel sure that the engine sabotage was done as a distraction and that the dark sphere was created by Triad $#!+heads; the magic is just too strong for Europoid satanists to achieve and I suspect radionics is part of the makeup. Carol didn’t see where the dark energy was coming from that was funneling down into the orgonite cloudbuster and that’s an open quesiton, right now–hyperdimensional portal? She said it definitely isn’t coming from above or from the ground. Carol went to Europe, today, but Ben wants to make up a device and see if it affects the DOR field around the plane that might return if I take out the cloudbuster. If it works on my plane maybe the other, more clandestine members of the International Etheric Air Corps can order them from Ben. Some of those pilots can’t put a cloudbuster on their planes. A couple of them can’t even open a window without hearing a sound like the world is coming apart. The Corps needs more ultralights/microlights! Tactical
When I turned on the Succor Punch, by the way, the radio reception and clarity vastly improved. I’ll be testing it often in coming weeks.
On the subject of radionics, I remember some little metallic stickers that were being sold by a fellow orgonite pitcher, Stan Cayer in Vancouver, to people who claimed they significantly increased their gas mileage when the stickers were placed on their gas tanks. At some point, that stopped and Stan (he didn’t say whom he bought them from) is reputable but I never heard from him, again. I think he got mobbed by angry customers but Carol and I reckoned that the CIA or some other sewer rat agency had bought the company and reversed the radionics program [Image Can Not Be Found] .
I’m normally skeptical about such claims, since I know that the sewer rat agencies routinely introduce ‘miraculous products’ to the market, complete with an array of impressive testimonials. I think that’s done to destroy people’s hope and to make them doubt their own judgement. I either need to see something work or to get the testimony of someone I know and trust before I’ll even mention a new product publicly. I was even skeptical about the local free energy inventor, Rick (yet another Canadian), until I visited his shop. I was mainly doubtful until then, though, because Bedini’s name is connected to it. I’ll promote that in another thread, shortly. Carol had become friendly with his wife, a mutual acquaintance of the Russian gals.’ Rick had taken one of Bedini’s underwhelming offerings and turned it into a viable over-unity device that charges and even restores batteries. I think he’s one or two steps away from achieving what Muller did: magnet engine.
Stan had told me that he and all of his customers were getting a lot better gas mileage, so I bought one of the stickers for a couple hundred bucks and then my gas mileage decreased a bit. He’s the psychic who was hiding orgonite at an underground base location in Vancouver and when he dug down he found one of our HHgs. He did as much gifting in British Columbia as Gare has done in Saskatchewan/Thailand and Steve and crew did in and around Toronto. I sent him my condolences in an email but either the hackers intercepted our mails after that or else he just felt wretched about the sticker business.
My first impression, when Carol told me about the rotating dark sphere, was that the Triads are doing it. A confirmation came when Ben experienced severe muscle pain on his torso, yesterday, which is a Triad trademark. I encouraged him to lie on the PowerPlate for a couple of minutes and the pain lessened, then. I noted to him that when they tweak our muscles, that way, it causes tissue damage so there’s bound to be some residual pain for a day or so. I used to put the Russian device (SCENAR) on those spots and that was helpful but the PowerPlate obliterates the attacks. The key is to catch it early, I think. These attacks have nothing to do with accidents or improper lifting, by the way. I think it was the author, Joseph Farrell, who described the Triads as a combination of masons and mafia. They’ve been around a very, very long time and the Li family name is typically identified with them–China’s scumbag Rothschilds? [Image Can Not Be Found]
I flew for an hour, today, with the little cloudbuster jauntily sticking up out of the back and I felt noticeably better. I’d always felt, probably wrongly, that the sense of foreboding was just part of the fun of aviation. I’m pretty sure that sort of dynamic contributed to the partly-surreal crash of my first plane, three years ago.
Ben and Carol had seen the funnel of dark energy going into the CB at the same angle that it points up from the pack, by the way.
So, maybe the Chinese Government is getting very nervous about fledgling public interest in orgonite, there? Remember when those rabid Maoists/PolPotites were chanting, ‘The East is Red!’? Maybe pretty soon we can start chanting, ‘The East is Blue!’ [Image Can Not Be Found]
~Don
