I’ve written about the following a few times but not lately. Good, basic intel about underground bases.
In our earliest gifting sorties in our present region (Idaho and Washington, mainly) we noticed large areas in which dump truck loads of dirt covered the ground over hundreds of acres, most often in the vicinity of then-new death tower arrays. I suppose it’s on rural ‘public land’ because we didn’t even see cows there. The only legitimate reason for dumping that much dirt is to create a landfill on which to build houses or commercial property, or else to pile dirt up to raise the foundation of a large building, such as a MalWart, above the floodplain. Of course, you don’t see this as often as before because thecorporate Algores have worked so hard to stop all new construction in the US and elsewhere.
The algores evidently don’t mind if the underground alleged civilization experiences an explosion of growth.
We haven’t seen any new dumped dirt fields and, like the aspiring escapees in The Great Escape, the corporate world order seems compelled to figure out clever ways to hide their dirt in plain sight. The towering garbage dumps (two thirds dirt; one third trash) in South Florida are a case in point, as are highway construction projects and large mining operations.
In the 1950s the corporate world order were so complacent about the Pajama People forever remaining aggressively asleep that they just piled up a cubic mile or so of dirt from under that old Air Force base south of Miama. When Carol and I were in the Florida Keys for a month or so in early 2001 there was a persistent thunderhead over that base and the big mound bristled with weather weaponry. This was about six months before the feds took down the World Trade Center with thermite, which was the start of the corporate world order throwing up those millions of new death towers.
We erased that thunderhead from sixty miles away by leaving our first orgonite cloudbuster set up and pointing at it. It had three foot extentions on the pipes to narrow the focus/field and when we left that RV campground one of the Air Force’s little flying saucers buzzed the camper. I figure the Air Force owned it because when it was very, very close I saw halogen lights on the bottom [Image Can Not Be Found]
When we moved back to Florida in 95 Jeff told us that very long trains, made up of cars filled with sand, were moving north several times a day behind his house, which was just north of Palm Beach. Carol and I watched those trains several times over the course of our year-long stay in Florida and most of them evidently originated from Titan Industries, which we assume was the outlet for a hugely vast underground base construction job, perhaps under the Everglades National Park. We all got the feeling that the Everglades hosts a big, probably very ancient underground base and we felt that draconians are running all that–perhaps have been for hundreds of millenia.
When Jeff and I gifted the Gulf waters along the west and south edges of the Everglades we were treated to the most aggressive, violent storm imaginable, originating from the center of the Everglades and expanding to cover South Florida’s land mass–none of it moved out over the water, according to the local weather radar images on TV. In mid morning the sky was clear except for a single, growing thunderhead out in the middle of the Everglades, about fifty miles from us. Within two or three hours that single cloud grew outward and darkened, then the wind and rain started. We were on the edge, so could see it all. Two dolphin-shaped Sylphs seemed to mark the limit over the Gulf and they tracked us north for a couple of hours. It just felt to us like seething, frustrated draconian fury [Image Can Not Be Found] and ever since then we’ve wanted to get through the Everglades with some appropriate boats (too shallow for our Zodiac) and drop scores of earthpipes. Carol and I have since gotten the Hobie sail/paddle boats, one of which has a little 2HP outboard motor. What fun!
We don’t have to know what they’re doing under there, by the way. I suspect one’s sanity would be ‘at risk’ if one were to know how bad the corporate world order really is. I think we know that genocide has always been their favorite pastime and a million missing children in North America, each year, is just one of many indicators of the corporate world order’s intention. It seems obvious to some that the really nasty offworlders mainly interact with the human element of the corporate world order underground.
The miracle of orgonite continues to astonish anyone who recognizes what it does. Some folks want to credit Carol and I with discovering it because it sounds like a good story but, of course, I learned about it indirectly from Karl Welz and I don’t know how he and others found it before we did. Karl was kind of careful not to tell the ingredients of orgonite or even to name it until after we popularized it. I was just told about a fellow who is presenting our basic orgonite inventions on YouTube as entirely his own, by the way [Image Can Not Be Found] and that’s pretty blatant plagiarism. Most of the orgonite vendors around the world who avoid mentioning us are a little more coy.
I’ve been collecting observations of disinformants/plagiarists. Some folks ask me to give them a list of these so they can avoid them but I won’t do that. I’d rather teach folks how to honor their own sense of smell, instead. Fakers have a distinct aroma but they and their employees have convinced a lot of people that cr@p smells like roses.
It may be that the main characteristic of a disinformant is that he/she is rarely held accountable, publicly. Someone like me is held accountable for everything. That’s not a subtle difference.
A popular faker, who has a long-standing Chicken Little disinformation website, earned a reputation for treating his customers badly and nothing you order from the guy will arrive in less than three months, nor will he answer your emails except when you first order something. He’s been doing this for all the years we’ve known him.
If Carol and I, or any of the others in the vendor list in the right margin of this forum’s homepage, did business that way we’d have to go find a day job because this fellow and his ilk would spread the news that we didn’t care about our customers. We don’t even mention his name because the agency that evidently employs him would send dozens of their noisy, Monarch-programmed tools to public forums to say that he and I have a ‘personality conflict.’ See how it works?
Actually, it’s not working that great for them any more because as the years roll by I hear his name less and less, which shows me that there’s a waking-up trend among people who seek information on the internet and fewer people are getting mired down in disinformation websites.
I think that the only way anyone can get onto the path of real information discovery is to avoid disinformaiton websites for awhile and pay close attention to intuitive promptings. The ‘right books’ literally do ‘fall into your hands’ when we get on this pathway. We meet the right people, too. It’s like how a pot smoker has to put that addictive stuff down and allow his etheric field to mend itself before he/she can start having genuine metaphysical experiences. Smoking pot is like watching a fascinating movie; when one is sober one is IN the movie [Image Can Not Be Found] and you could say something similar about disinformation websites.
Side note: a couple of years later we returned to that decomissioned (sure it is [Image Can Not Be Found] ) air base to bust the weather weaponry. I also spudgunned a few towerbusters into a couple of underground-nuke-generator cooling ponds, since they were too far from thje razor taped fence to toss them by hand. I think we scored big with that because by the time we got to South Miami we were treated to a hurricane-force ‘microburst’ complete with green lightning, that lasted about thirty minutes and stopped traffic on the freeway. Carol saw the image of a furious Homeland Security bureaucrat in a gray uniform. I think they should dress like harlequins by now, due to their accelerating failures to achieve the Algores’ ‘global warming’ goals of desertifying our planet.
When we went back there in 2006 all the weather weaponry was gone from that big mound [Image Can Not Be Found] but when we got in the boat, that day, to gift the adjacent commercial nuke plant on the shore of Biscayne Bay we were greeted by several CIA watercraft in that horrible water close to the nuke. They looked abslutely miserable but were pretending to fish in the dead, disgusting, nukified water [Image Can Not Be Found] and I bet that water is clear, vibrant and full of fish, now.
~Don
