Etheric Strategic Air Corps ;-)

A year ago I had my older plane on the trailer, dis-assembled with the wings on the racks, waiting for a weather window to go gift in the mountains behind Dooney and Stevo in Montana, also to drop a bunch of special orgonite along what Carol, Dooney and Stevo described as an abandoned (evacuated in ancient times?) hyperdimensional Lemurian city along the western side of the Clark Fork River downstream from Superior, Montana. Superior is on the way to where D and S live. The river is in a beautiful valley, there.

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We arrived kind of late in the afternoon

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I flew at a thousand feet above the ground, along the river, and I found it worked best to ‘bless’ the route by making sure that the plane was level and I could see the opposite banks by glancing out each side of the cabin. I flew to ‘bless’ a death tower on a high ridge on the way to my run and the left wingtip was about forty feet from the top of the tower–felt kind of intimate [Image Can Not Be Found]

After I landed it was about an hour before I could stop smiling. The sun was setting, then, but even though the air was calm we saw two, beautiful lenticular clouds forming in the north, which was the direction I had flown from the airport. Carol was quite gratified by that. Natural lenticulars form when strong winds carry warm air aloft, where the moisture condenses in that particular shape before suddenly returning to lower altitudes on the other side of mountain peaks. As the air heats up again by compression (more atmospheric pressure at lower altitude) the moisture evaporates again. Ordinary cumulus clouds form by warm air currents rising in a column, where the air kind of stalls and eventually spills in a more haphazard way off the top of the column–kind of like how a fountain works. There was no strong wind, then [Image Can Not Be Found] and it was an incredibly beautiful flight in smooth air. It was also the first time I’d taken an aircraft on the road for ‘foreign’ missions.

Antigravity craft are apparently able to generate the same effects to create that cloud shape around them, we believe; the larger the cloud, the bigger the craft. Carol and I have seen lots of antigravity craft in the sky so it’s not a stretch for us to assume that this is true about un-natural lenticulars. I think that anyone who will pay attention will eventually also see these craft.

Doing it just before the full moon also may have been helpful to the waiting Lemurians, I think. Carol told me that they’re very grateful. She felt that ‘blessing’ the river would be more helpful to them than dropping the orgonite along the mountain tops and ridges and that the city’s location has a lot to do with that river. This is the river that empties into Lake Pend Oreille, which is near our home.

We got the plane loaded and secured before dark and drove through Missoula to D and S’s place in the Bitteroot Valley, south of that city. After a terrific supper we got in the chatroom with Hawthorne, Mark Bennett in UK and Laurent in Switzerland. That was closer to the time of the full moon.

~Don

I posted about the chat session in the Specific Targets section, today. Gifting during the period leading up to the full moon is considered to be a way to make the gifting more effective. We had the chat session just prior to the full moon in order to make our efforts more productive.

The next day, I graced the mountainsides behind Dooney and STevo’s home after the full moon happened because I wanted to take power away from the people (sic) who etherically assault them from that direction, around the clock.

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As you can see, those mountains are pretty big. D and S live just in front of that notch between the two closer peaks. The tops of those two peaks are about 2,500 feet above the valley floor and the wind was picking up quite a bit by the time I reached the target area, so it was spilling over the tops of the ridges, creating wind shear and turbulence. Fortunately, this little plane is very strong and maneuverable but on the other hand it has a slow climb rate, so I was unable to reach the peaks through the downdrafts. I had expected to get to the peaks, then to the next higher row of mountaintops behind them. The snow-capped one you see is 7,500 feet above the valley floor and I don’t think I have enough fuel capacity to reach that one in this plane, even on a calm day.

I did get two rows of blessings, each one progressively higher on those two mountains and got some of it within a few hundred feet of the top. After I landed, I asked Carol how successful I was and she said the NSA baby-eaters were furious at me, so I took that as a ‘congratulations!’ Also, a spewplane flew directly overhead, which lots of gifters report seeing right after a successful sortie. The spew disappeared in a few seconds, as usual over that well-gifted region.

As I got higher and closer to the mountainsides the air became more violent. Even with my four-point harness I felt a need to hang on with my left hand from time to time and in an updraft along the edge of that notch I was moving up at 1800’ a minute, the fastest climb I’ve ever experiened. It felt like two Gs of force. It was pretty exhilarating! At other times, one or another wing was thrown upward and when that happened I turned in the direction of that wing to find lift. Much of the time, the windshear was pushing me down at a thousand feet per minute. It’s a lot of fun to work the available lift when flying an ultralight airplane. The weather forecasts were consistently predicting light wind for that afternoon but as soon as I took off the wind picked up–reminded me of Florida, where the HAARPies always seemed to be able to kick up high seas, locally, every time we went out–not that it ever prevented us from getting the work done, of course.

Dooney did a lot of filming at the airport and think she’s going to post something. I usually take a camera with me but, this time, the bag of orgonite in front of my belly barely gave me enough room to fly the plane [Image Can Not Be Found]

I’m working on getting the film put together from Don’s gifting run over our mountains. I had to upgrade my system software and just found out that I have to download two other pieces of software to make the files from my Sony camera work on the Mac. However, Stevo found the picture below on the internet that shows current snowfall in Montana. The bright blue patch that I have circled in black is right over our house! So, good confirmation that Don’s gifting was spot on.

Stay tuned for a movie…

Dooney

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Doc Stevo had just sent me that image, this morning, and after I spent 8 hours riding the snowblower the first thing I did onlne, just now, was to load that image so I could post it. Coach Dooney beat me to it, obviously [Image Can Not Be Found] . I think a week ago was the last opportunity to take a fair weather trip to Montana with an aircraft in tow. Flying around deep snow is a little too risky for me since you can’t land in it safely, in the event of an engine-out emergency (like some clever CIA schmuck caused to happen to me in July) without skis.

The dark blue spot (heaviest precipitation) at the place where the Idaho/Montana frontier takes a sharp bend is right at Dooney and Steve’s place, as she says. That was the wildest airplane ride, so far, by the way, and the flight of the previous day by Superior was the most exhilarating (evidently due to the Lemurians’ energy).

Joseph Farrell writes about weird stuff in a way that is down to earth and he’s a genuine scholar so now I’ve gotten more confidence about telling about my own good-weird experiences and impressions. I hope everyone, here, will feel the same way because nobody’s going to condemn us for just stating our subjective impressions and most of us are reputable enough not to come across as flakes, neurotics and Theosophists.

The effects of the gifting in Montana were so impressive that I’m wondering if the Ameican continent is moving toward being as vital and lively as the African one, these days. Carol and I saw lots and lots of Sylphs across the US in September and most of those places weren’t even gifted, yet.

Thanks, Coach!

~Don