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It sort of looks like I landed safely in a tree [Image Can Not Be Found] but it was our overgrown yard in front of the hangar, last June. I had put a long (sniper), rifled barrel on a good paintball gun the Kitfox after some rumination and the trigger, located on the stick & operated with the flying hand, is a lever from a bicycle handbrake. The magazine holds a couple hundred rounds.
I was eager to test it on the only suitable target within 50 miles, which is an old, tall, cylindrical water tower that is in Farragut State Park, nearby. So I flew over there and made half a dozen or so passes (some shallow dives and some straight on) at the top of the tower. I hadn’t sighted the gun, yet and because the tower was painted pale blue & the paintball splashes are medium blue I think that made it nearly impossible for me to see the spots, even though I got very close (20 feet or so above the tower, and shot a lot of paintballs in each pass.
I wanted to do it a lot longer but a park ranger parked his truck about a quarter mile away and was probably watching me. That park used to be a Navy basic training facility (one of three massive boot camps in the US during WWII) and is still over a huge, perhaps ancient underground and underwater base. The other two facilities were in San Diego and Chicago. This one was in a part of Idaho that was still wildnerness so you know they paid a whole lot more than they needed in order to locate it and support it here at the time. German submariners were essentially stationed here throughout the war–kind of like at Montauk, which the SS still evidently owns and operates. I posed for this shot after dropping a whole bunch of earhpipes in the sea around Montauk Point a year ago:
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I don’t think my original report about gifting the base near us survived the subsequent hacker assaults, though I think the last report was done after the most recent successful NSA hacker assault in August 2009 so it’s probably still on the forum. You can see us in the boat on that deep lake with Andy and Doc Stevo in Andy’s film, available on DVD from ctbusters.com. He also put it on YouTube for people who just hate to pay for anything. On our first orgonite toss on the lake in November, 2006 Doc Stevo and I encountered what was evidently a huge nuclear submarine nearby, pushing up a big mound of water as it tracked us. I asked Stevo to put his psychic hat on and flipped the boat over to that moving hump. It immediately flattened but when we were over the spot where it was we heard a deep, sustained rumble that also shook our own boat. In the film I display a photo of a Polaris Missile flying up from the water in that area of the lake–probably photograped in the 1980s, according to the relative growth of trees on the nearby mountain slope, then and now.
Carol and I are getting ready to take that Zodiac over to the San Juan Islands in Puget Sound to finish up our extended orgonite tossing project, there. I dropped a couple hundred TBs all around Whidbey Island last month (inspired by Francisco Garcia Subirachs) from my more diminutive Zodiac:
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That was 80 miles and took me seven hours. I reported about it here.
Here’s the bigger Zodiac on the lake during our end-of-summer camping trip last September:
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We got that boat in Florida in order to distribute orgonite all around the southern half of the peninsula and into the Bahamas. We successfully destroyed the then-growing Hurricane Agenda that way, which is why you haven’t heard of any more bad hurricanes in the US since October 2005.
Pictured are Carol, friend Deralee (sells us her zapper labor & hosts our horses) and Deralee’s Cool Sherriff Deputy paramour, who ought to remain un-named here until we’re sure the FBI won’t try to harm him for being our friend. He keeps orgonite in his squad car [Image Can Not Be Found] . That weekend was uneventful except on our way back in the boat from Sand Point, 25 miles north of the campsite. Some federal terrorists stopped us to ask for directions and the cop bristled because he knows well enough what genuinely bad people feel like. As they were pulling close to our boat he said to us, ‘Don’t worry, I’m packing.’ They followed us all the way back to the campsite and he asked Carol, ‘Does this sort of thing happen to you a lot?’
I suddenly found my movie camera last week after having been unable to find it for several months and I was going to fly down to the nearest mountaintop weatherball to mark it up and film it, camera mounted to the barrel, but the plane failed to start. When I have time I’ll figure it out–feds might have monkeyed with the carburetor or magnetos, this time. No big deal and it’s part of my flight training, after all.
I already flipped that weatherball from the air and in fact that’s the day I crashed my first plane, five years or so ago. I was almost out of gas by the time I got to the mountain but had figured on that and brought along five more gallons behind the seat. I landed in a big, nearby meadow after gliding from the mountaintop, refueled and took off but I was too inexperienced to recognize that I was in wind shear as soon as I left the ground, so I pulled back more on the stick and even though I was flying level, I stalled and lost control, hitting the ground at a steep enough angle to completely disable the plane. If it were today, I’d have gently banked the plane downhill, built up more speed in the ground effect (that’s a sort of buffer or cushion close to the ground that holds a plane up during takeoffs and landings regardless of what the wind is doing above–it’s how hovercraft ‘fly’) and then climbed out.
I suppose in terms of warfare it was a victory in spite of my loss: multimillion-dollar weather weapon turned into an environmental healing instrument weighs favorably in the balance of a disabled home-built ultralight airplane [Image Can Not Be Found] . The pschics saw some wasichu mischief around the event and a confirmation was that even I was seeing quick, slouching shadowy creatures around the hangar in the daytime for weeks before that but not after. They all said it was Triads. I suppose they can slightly manipulate wind in clever ways but I’m responsible for the crash because I had put myself into a situation for which I didn’t have enough flight experience, yet.
So, it’s just counting coup on this terrorist global corporate regime for me to harmlessly but graphically tag their big white ball and to hopefully get a visual record to share. I’m going to zoom the ‘gun camera’ lens all the way out for that event. Since it’s on top of a mountain and there are no obstructions around it I should be able to get at it safely. I want to photogaph that huge building that it’s on, too. It’s as big as our hangar and has no windows. Nor does the road get plowed in winter so I suppose the worker drones arrive by elevator from below.
The more serious (desert reversal) work for the Etheric Air Corps will have to wait until January when I’m in Arizona and Southern California with the ‘bomber.’ Benedict’s orgonite success in the very arid region next to Mount Kenya has given me new encouragement for that.
In August they cut the flat top off that water tower and did something to it before putting it back. There was a massive crane there for a couple of weeks. I flew over the top, very low and it looks just like a water tower inside. The water was clean and a few feet deep. I wonder if my aerial episode had spooked the operators of that underground base, which is probably what the water in the tower is for since there is nobody there, any more. The corporate enemy seem to often overestimate our capabilities, since they still don’t understand what any of us are doing, even after eleven years. All of the Navy’s buildings were demolished and it’s all meadows and woods–great place for horses and next summer I hope to have a chariot to practice driving there, behind my guy, Rico, who is a cool Missouri Fox Trotter for the nascent Etheric Cavalry.
After Francisco posted his first couple of reports I realized that most of us just don’t put enough personal stuff in our reports! I know that people who are humble feel like they’re being self-indulgent to do this but in fact it makes the reports a lot more valuable than mere statistical data could be. I’m doing more of that from now on. Gracias, hermano!
~Don
