It’s hard to tell from this photo, but the ‘Strategic Benefactor’ can carry a couple hundred pounds of orgonite and other stuff and still take off and land in a very, very short distance.
I bought this thing almost two years ago and it took this long for me to finally get the training to fly it. I spent a couple of weeks in Arizona (got home a week ago) and probably got another ten hours of instruction, which makes a total of about twenty. There are some who can learn to fly these in a day but I’m not one of those [Image Can Not Be Found]
I trained on a heavier, faster ‘trike’ belonging to the fellow I bought this trike from, so when I got in mine to solo I wasn’t prepared for the difference in response: mine is a floater and it requires a very, very subtle touch to fly it; the training trike was more rigid and responded more like an airplane. So, I felt like I was going to crash during my entire solo, which otherwise probably looked hilarious from the ground.
He took pity on me and sort of leaned on a friend of his to teach me to fly mine, so after that I made rapid progress and within three days I was impressing my original instructor with effortless and smooth spot landings. The second instructor successfully explained to me how this particular wing is like a living creature–flying this is more like riding a horse; very interactive and requirs subtlety.
When I got home the conditions were unfavorable for flying (still are) but after I installed a ballistic parachute (Carol’s request [Image Can Not Be Found] ) and did some other needed alterations I set out the Carolingian CB at mid morning and by noon the CB had punched a suitable hole in the overcast/fog conditions for me to do a little flying. I had a sense that the window was going to close pretty soon (it did right after I landed) so I got right up there and did a few touch-and-go exercises, then floated to a landing close to our hangar. This thing really feels like I’m flying a bird.
Last year I made up two very big 108s for the American/Mexican desert-reversal agenda. Ismail–Ixma on EW–in Mexico has been working on the desert on that end, by the way. We hope to meet him soon. Three years ago, when Dooney, Stevo, Carol and I went to Quartzite, Arizona, those three psychics all got the distinct impression that a 108 in two specific areas in the desert: Carson Sink near Fallon, Nevada, and the Mexican border area south of Tucson, stand a good chance of reversing the original Spanish-clergy human sacrifice rituals that we believe were conducted in the early 1500s to create that desert.
Even so, I can report that everywhere I looked in the desert in Arizona desert there is green grass growing among the cacti, now, so I think we’re about to see the tide turn. Even Tucscon has grass growing all around & we saw Sylphs in the sky. We don’t know of anyone flipping death towers, there, though lots of people in that area have orgonite cloudbusters and Carol and I, along with perhaps a few other quieter workers, had made several trips to the desert since 2001 to reverse it. Our success in Deat Valey is a matter of record, I think, though the NSA had erased the reports on EW. We did most of that during the time I was posting journal reports on another site, though. We how host these reports as a free PDF and voice document, called ‘The Adventures of Don and Carol Croft,’ in case you’re new, here. I think it’s now the only remaining public record of what was done with orgonite before 2006. I promote the good work of others whenever I’m able, so there’s lots of that in the reports.
By the way, I noticed that there’s more chemtrail jets than ever on the ground at the CIA’s huge, private airport outside of Tucson and all of them have red-painted tails [Image Can Not Be Found] which is probably because too many Pajama People noticed how odd it is that all-white, unmarked jets lay those ‘contrails’ at such low altitudes. ‘Mustn’t cause the PJ folks wake up,’ or that will cause the end of parasitic tyranny, of course [Image Can Not Be Found] . In 1999 I saw my first chemtrail jets on the ground and that was at Miami’s international airport. In those days the sewer rats evidently felt confident that nobody was going to speak up about seeing dozens of unmarked, white jets on the ground at a major airport. We used to see lots of chemtrail jets at the Kingman airport, south of Las Vegas, but those are now gone, replaced by DHL jets, which I think are legitimate parcel carriers.
So, with this weight-shift controlled, powered Rogallo wing I can take a 108 to the middle of a dry lake bed, unobserved by the sewer rats (I always take along a Succor Punch on gifting sorties) plant the 108–just below the ground with my cool bulb planter–then take off and nobody will see a trace of it. If I were to drive anyplace to do this, the sewer rats who inevitably track us, just out of sight, on the ground would be likely to just follow the tracks and remove teh 108. By the way, if you’re one of those benighted folks who think you need to bury your orgonite, just consider that every time you stop long enough to do that a sewer rat is likely to photograph you, then promptly remove your orgonite. If you’re going to bury orgonite, please be sure to look all around you to be sure that nobody sees you, okay? Hide a bit, too, so you can’t be seen from far away. Your Succor Punch can be relied on to block these felons from tracking you with their transceivers in your car, clothing, body, etc.
I got off the ground within about 70 feet down in Arizona; here in Idaho, last week, it took a little over a hundred but even though the air, here, is denser on account of the lower temperature it also was loaded with water vapor, that day, so performance was lower than usual.
Southern California’s desert, just across the Colorado River from greening Arizona, has no grass growing in it, as far as I could tell when driving north to Las Vegas. California is a tough nut to crack, though I think the rewards are more dramatic when one has expended the effort. We see glorious evidence of that in Los Angeles and the San Joaquin Valley, for instance.
With the trike I can now efficiently gift the Salton Sea and the mountain peaks and ridges in that area, which is where Wilhelm Reich somehow knew to put one of his cloudbusters (in the Chocolate Mountains) in 1953 to augment what his cloudbuster outside fo Tucson was doing. In that case, as you probably know, the grass started growing all over Southern Arizona before it started raining, there. All of that went away after he left, of course, but he had set the stage for what we’re all doing, now.
I have a little hunch that if I can get orgonite into teh Salton Sea and onto those mountains it might induce the jet stream to return to its natural course, which is from the west rather than from the south, which has been the prevailing course, evidently since the 1500s. We believe that Reich understood how to ‘heal’ the jet stream in the months he was in Arizona. I hope we’ll soon see.
There are more things to check on a trike during preflight inspections than in most other aircraft, which is to say that the feds who so cleverly sabotaged one of my other aircraft a few times may have more opportunities to sabotage this trike but, to me, that simply means that I have to be extra thorough with my preflight inspections, so their felonious behavior ultimately makes me a better pilot. I don’t feel like thanking them for that, though [Image Can Not Be Found]
My final instructor, who is exceptionally gifted as a teacher and pilot, took the shot of me sitting on the trike, wearing one of his comm helmets. He told me I look pretty goofy in that photo and I said, ‘Well, it’s who I am, after all.’ I’ll take a camera aloft shortly to get a more dramatic shot to post, here.
In a couple of days the sky muck is supposed to ease up, a bit. On that day I’ll put out the Carolingian an hour before flight.
I forgot to mention that when I got to Arizona the weather was also not cooperating and on the second day we were not going to get an opportunity for a lesson, so in the middle of the afternoon, when the wind had increased and the sky was darkly overcast, I hookd up the Carolingian to the battery and installed the pipes on the egg-shaped base and a nice hole started to open up overhead, the wind died down and the dark aspect of the surrounding clouds brightened. My instructor was so impressed that he took a panoramic series of photos all around and we had a terrific lesson. That night, it rained nicely and this is extremely unusual in Arizona in January.
I can bear witness that if one of us really wants to accomplish something he/she will prevail with enough persistence, no matter how many obstacles are thrown in our path. I’ve finally reached a reasonable level of competence and confidence with flying, now, and if it weren’t for the interference of the corporate order I’d probably have reached this point a couple of years ago. What matters to me, though, is that I’ve made it this far and am now ready for some serious, long range aerial ‘blessings.’ [Image Can Not Be Found] If I weren’t living at an airfield it probably would have taken a lot longer, so I’m grateful to my dear wife for finding us this house and hangar to rent, almost five years ago, when we both had committed to learning how to fly.
I’m now concentrating on helping to make it possible for at least one of our East African wadugu to learn to do this and to get a suitable microlight aircraft–maybe in a couple of years? Judging by what they’ve done for the environment, so far, I think the desert reversals and the revolution in the fortunes of all the East African countries will accelerate when one of them has the capability to gift the many major mountaintops and ridges. The Tanzanian gifters did Mt Kilimanjaro, as you know. I don’t think anyone else but people in that ancient tribe could have gotten past the soldiers all around that mountain [Image Can Not Be Found]
I’ve been corresponding with Eliud, who is one of my Tanzanian heroes, and this has been a big part of my Kiswahili training [Image Can Not Be Found]
~Don
