It’s always tricky when our spouse, life partner or close relatives are not as energy aware or involved in this work, as we are. Not only does it create problems from a relationship standpoint, but this dynamic also tends to create opportunities for interference and outside manipulation that we can’t really prevent, when those who are close to us do not protect and/or defend themselves.
The black-op / CIA saga in Panama, which I posted about here https://www.ethericwarriors.com……l:rvx8ecra continues, but now that I am back in the area it’s taken an entirely new dimension and dynamic.
While I was away, my partner Martin befriended a well-known influential local businessman – owner of the largest general store in Bocas town – who happens to be an ex DEA and CIA agent. He’s quite open about his past, and his office is filled with photographs of himself shaking hands with former presidents and elite chumps. He entrusted Martin with the keys to his main dock, invited him in his house and they go out for lunch together several times a week, like good buddy’s. The man offers us substantial discounts to purchase resin and other supplies, and Martin even talked him into allowing me to setup a small shop in the back of his store to build my devices for the upcoming gifting run. I visited the store yesterday, boosting / blasting everything on the way in. I quickly noticed the banner of a local masonic lodge – the Logia provincial de Chiriqui – displayed shamelessly in the store’s office.
All retail stores in Bocas town are owned by a small group of chinese families – and it is common knowledge among all the foreigners (american expats mostly) living here – which make up over half of the local population on the island – that these chinese families, the “Chinos”, have close ties with the so-called chinese mafia. Read: the Triads.
This large general store is no exception. So yes, Martin’s friend is an Asian man from a Triad family, member of a masonic lodge who openly admits being an ex-CIA agent. He actually still works for the CIA, as I’ll explain shortly. So the guy is selling us resin at a discounted price and agreed to let me use the space in the back of his store to prepare my upcoming gifting campaign. All this is quite surreal, to say the least.
They say the rule of the game is control. At this point, one can legitimately wonder who controls who though. I have utterly strong faith in the operators and I have very, very little fear and wariness – although I will admit to being afraid of heights or being out a sea during a storm. I still don’t know exactly what to make of the situation, but my sensitive alarm bells are not being triggered, strangely.
So now that I just laid out the basic setting, let’s get to the juicy part! Last Friday, Martin headed in town to renew the yacht’s cruising permit. In Panama, a special yearly permit is required to operate a private boat in territorial waters, as is the case in many countries. They charge hefty fees and I liken this to highway robbery, probably derived from archaic medieval practices.
I stayed aboard to do some work online. After an hour or so Martin sent me a text message feeling somewhat distressed, frantically searching for his passport which he said he had with him a couple minutes before when he was in the Port Captain’s office. He then went to make photocopies in the office of his CIA friend – just a couple blocks away from the port captain.
Martin swears the passport “vanished” on the way there. I knew right away something was wrong. I started boosting, trying to stop the dark magic / psyop concerted attack but was not able to intervene in time to retrieve the passport. Martin was quite mystified, but he is starting to wake up and realize all the strange occurrences for what they are, now. Since that day, he’s wearing his orgone pendant at all times when he heads out.
With a disappeared, missing passport, Martin had to make arrangements to go to Panama City to apply for a new passport at the Canadian embassy. He left last night for the capital. Conveniently, his CIA friend was also flying out to Panama City this morning, before flying back to the states for some meetings in Atlanta, and perhaps in Langley. He offered to drive Martin around the city, and help him go through the procedures to renew his passport.
Martin just got back from Panama City, and told me interesting tales of how he was taken on a military installation, his friend’s car waived past the security checkpoint while all the other cars were being searched extensively by armed guards dressed in white. He didn’t ask questions as to where he was, but my flair tells me it was an NSA installation. He saw large envelopes and documents change hands, then was taken to an upscale restaurant for a casual launch with some high ranking officials. Just like that.
I really regret declining the offer to accompany Martin to Panama City. I deliberately chose to stay behind so I could do some extensive web design work last night. I don’t know if they would have taken me to the NSA / black ops base if I had been there with Martin.
Cassandria
