Carol and I went to Santa Barbara to sell some stuff at the Raw Spirit Festival and to deliiver some of Carol’s customized garden orgonite to David Wolfe for his beloved plot on Maui. The projected crowd of five thousand spenders, which the organizers of hte festival were expecting simply didn’t show up. Instead, about a thousand hippies descended on the campground with drums, bare feet, outrageous libidos and expanded heads, but no cash [Image Can Not Be Found]
They also didn’t bring much pot, which probably disappointed the omnipresent, pugnacious cops (oink, oink!).
We had fun, though, and so did Andy of ctbusters.com, who joined us, there, the day after he raced his motorcycle on a track for the first time. Big event for him, which I related to solo flying my airplane for the first time.
We hastened to Mt Shasta after that. Carol had started reading THE EXPECTED ONE, an (alleged [Image Can Not Be Found] ) novel about Mary Magdalene’s personal written records, on the trip, so I did all the driving so she could read. We walked around the downtown of Mt Shasta (the human town, not the Lemurian hyperspace city) and did some shopping. I bought a book so I could also do some reading–a really good one by Colin Wilson about the evident Neanderthal civilization. Neanderthals are some of my ancestors, via Bohemia.
We expected to walk to that old-growth fir grove near Panther Meadow for old time’s sake because that’s where we had our first multi-sensory Lemurian experience, all night long, at the June solstice in 2001. Carol’s seen and talked with them an awful lot, since then, as have Dooney and Stevo, more recently and also Francie, lately. I’ve only seen their craft a few times, since then including a huge silver one a few years ago when I gifted the top of tall St Joe Baldy (no kidding) Mt. in the Bitteroots.
This is the sort of subjective reporting that Dr DeMento ridicules me about. I don’t think anyone has reminded him that Dr Reich invented the cloudbuster in order to fight back when alien craft nearly killed everyone at Orgonon with beamed DOR in 1947 [Image Can Not Be Found] . I wouldn’t call DeMeo ‘DeMento’ if he hadn’t intentionally tried to harm Georg, Carlos, Tino and Prophet after they were jailed in Mozambique. He tried to make a specific public case, then, that orgonite is harmful. What a pompous schmuck. I want to be a fly on the wall when he meets Dr Reich after he dies and has to account for what he’s done in Reich’s name. I wonder if some gifters will peripherally grace his learned exposition on ‘orgonomy’ in Ashland, Oregon this summer [Image Can Not Be Found] but I pity the person who will mention ‘Croft’ or ‘orgonite’ in his droning, soporific lectures.
Until he tried to harm our buddies he was simply a good advertiser when he attacked our work. Now, he’s put himself in the same category as Horrible Herbie as a doer of harm. I’ll let up when he stops trying to hurt our associates physically, with his lies.
Horrible Herbie backed away from trying to implicate Je Torres in the CIA’s bombing of death towers in Spain after we exposed him, so I hope the same effort will stop DeMento in this case.
I met that lettered stuffed shirt in Ashland in 1998. He evidently built an orgonite cloudbuster on the sly in 2002, according to what we saw on weather radar shortly after that on TV in a motel: a perfect circle of rain, about fifty miles in diameter, centered on Green Springs, Oregon, which is where he lives. Michelle Ridgley in Baltimore later told me that she had sold him a cloudbuster kit a few weeks before that event. Carol said he quickly dismantled it after it started raining. There was a severe drought in his region at the time. That was before anyone did much gifting around there. He started publicly attacking ‘Croft-style cloudbusters’ after that, even took a trip to Europe to dissuade Germans from making them. Right after that, a LOT of Germans, Austrians and Swiss made orgonite cloudbusters, which is why I called him a ‘good advertiser’ for us and generally refrained from referring to him as ‘Doktor DeMento’ in those days.
He’s just a short distance north of Mt Shasta, by the way. I don’t hate the jerk; I just want him to stop trying to get Georg and crew sentenced to imprisonment in Moz for their altruistic gifting efforts. Exposure is good medicine for parasites and I suspect Dr Reich is thanking me from the next realm. He detested sycophants and fakers (parasites like DeMento). I’ll ask Carol [Image Can Not Be Found] . That guy has been craving my condemnation for almost nine years, so let’s see how he likes this.
We expected to go to that grove to sit and look around but the road was gated a few thousand feet in elevation below Panther Meadow, probably on account of snow, so we sat there in the car, tossed food to the ground squirrels and read our books for an hour or so.
On the way back down, Carol told me that when we had started driving up the mountain, the Lemurians showed up and were quite happy to see us. She said they revere and honor us for what we’ve done and when we parked, several of them arranged themselves in a semi-circle around the front of the car and sent us heart energy, also talked to us. I didnt’ have a clue when it was happening but she assured me that I was also communicating with them on a higher, unconscious level. Folks like Carol do that consciously but less aware people like me do it on an unconscious or superconscious level, rather. I like the way Max Freedom Long describes all of this in the context of Huna traditions.
She told me, the next day, that she had offered to leave some of her special Holy Handgrenades for the Lemurians but they advised against it because the I AMers were likely to hunt for them and remove them. In light of what she shared with me from the book she was reading, I asked her if there were women among the Lemurians who visited us on Mt Shasta and she said there were.
I was tickled, earlier in the day of our visit, to see that photos and books of ‘Count Saint Germain’ were almost entirely gone from the racks and shelves of the stores in town that had previously featured that silly horse$#!+, before we finished gifting ‘Count Saint Germain’s’ and the I AMers’ murder ritual site in nearby Pluto’s Cave, five years ago. We did the initial gifting a year before that but it wasn’t quite enough, so a few braindead channelers were still spewing that creepy alien’s hypnotic ‘messages.’ Ryan went with us for the next sortie and he got some pretty neat, if unpleasant confirmations about the necessity to finish the job, deeper into the cave. We started ethericwarriors.com a week or so later at DB’s place in LA, the day after our Devil’s Punchbowl gifting extravaganza/reptilian-freakshow and collectiive initiation.
The saccharine, Theosophical I AMers’ headquarters/bookstore in town had burned to the ground during Dog Days, shortly before we had arrived with Ryan in August, 2004, and they didn’t rebuild, as far as we could tell. Very nice confirmation but the I AMers are still around, of course. We had to carry loaded pistols on our gifting excursions to the satanic ritual sites around Shasta in May, 2003, when the I AMers were still feeling their oats and were more omnipresent and dangerous. ‘I AM’ chagrined by now? [Image Can Not Be Found]
Chagrin: mental uneasiness or annoyance, caused by failure, disappointment or humiliation
Have you noticed that when hipppies stop smoking pot and swallowing LSD they gradually wean themselves from mind-numbing Theosopy, too? A lot of the raw food hippies we meet seem pretty sharp in that regard. The raw foodists who are not hippies are a little more grounded. I think the milieu they usually emerge from is the Algore corporate environmentalist paradigm and the diet tends to wean them from that sort of lockstep hypnotism, too. I don’t think one has to eat raw food in order to become more aware. Some of the best psychics die from heart attacks by age forty, after all (wall street floor traders who live on meat and booze) but Carol and I are both convinced that it’s prudent to avoid processed (corporate) food on account of the bioweaponry that evidently permeates it. I suspect that the ‘organic’ labels in the sleazier corporate stores like MalWart are even spurious.
Spurious: not genuine; false
Hari in Germany, who personally knows Gerd Huber, told me that he specifically got more proficient in English so that he can read the postings on ethericwarriors.com. He taught me a word I didn’t know. He said that he’s ‘autodidactic’ and I had to look that up. It’s a good word–you ought to look it up if you don’t know it. He noted that he’s like me, that way, and I said that Lao Tse’s admonition is always right in front of me, ‘There’s something ponderous and one-sided about the learning of the self-taught.’ [Image Can Not Be Found]
Carol and I intend to get into shape well enough to again ascend to Castle Crags, across the valley from Mt Shasta. We want to do that very steep hike wthout feeling like we’d been beaten with clubs, after. When we went there, before, we hadn’t yet been poisoned by the feds. Now that we’ve gotten so much healing, afer the poisonings, we feel confident that we can do it even better, next time. The bad guys are losing in all ways by now, I think.
At the same time that we gifted Pluto’s Cave, six years ago, we had been given a list of secret corporate/occult/luciferic ritual sites in the region by DB, with good, detailed instructions for reaching them. We thoroughly giftged all but one of the sites, which was inaccessible at the time due to snow. Those proliferous bodysnatchers didn’t see us do any of that [Image Can Not Be Found] . He’d told us that if a path appears at the waterfall at the end of the state park trail up to Castle Crags, it means that the Lemurians have invited us to visit their hyperdimensional city on the other side of the cliff. When we got to the falls, the path did appear but a couple of feds were sitting there, watching us, so we decided not to take the path and vowed to come back. The I AMers, just like the more overt satanists, are CIA/NSA assets, of course. The feds showed up at that spot because they wanted to more directly try to find the orgonite–I guess they don’t trust some of that to their Monarch-programmed drones, not even to their very adamant Theosophy or bornagain-chump-jihadist cultists.
After the meet and greet on the mountain, last Tuesday, Carol feels confident that the Lemurians’ invitation at Castle Crags, six years ago, included a rain check [Image Can Not Be Found]
We had hoped to meet Eric Carlson there but he was on the road, still. He arrived there yesterday. I hope we can include him in our Castle Crags hike if he’s still in the area when we’re ready.