Privacy Prerogative

Etheric Warriors Archive Questions and Comments from Readers
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I moved the following from my post in Bear Claw’s first thread after I realized that I was posting a non-sequitur:

I simply experienced a moment of frustration when I started to type this fellow’s first name and realized that he’d taken pains to keep his name out of hte post. I’d been corresponding with him for some time on a first name basis. My personal frustration isn’t anyone else’s problem, of course.

Some gifters actually do need to at least keep their last names out of posts. One is a psychiatrist, one is an accountant and an especially busy gifter is a cop. All of them risk problems if someone at work does a search on their names and end up here. Police Chief Billie Phillips isn’t the cop I mentioned. He specifically looked us up for help, some years ago, to get out from under an FBI sting operation after he stood up in a police chief conference in Tennessee and said that his department would not support the Patriot Acts. We beat the felonious feds off his back in the chatroom; he and Lt. Carl did a lot of surgical gifting and instead of going to jail, Chief Billie now enjoys an enhanced reputation as a proponent of the rule of law vs. the law of rules [Image Can Not Be Found] . Lt Carl is now a police chief in another town. The FBI had tried to frame them both for dope dealing and statutory rape, which is usually how they get rid of cops who demonstrate integrity.

We couldn’t have done all that without the psychics, by the way. Chief Billie had a chance to humiliate the FBI in front of a bunch of local, county and state cops, after the fact. Good coup–he tied a bow on it [Image Can Not Be Found] . Imagine police laughing at these fedetral gangsters instead of bending over for them!

Also, I refer to Chuck, our webhost in Virginia, as ‘Capt. Azti’ because he’s an inctredible pilot–a sort of mentor–and a fellow veteran Air Irregular. We had a blast together in August.

I’m posting all this because my sleepless detractors, some of whom have recently gotten the confidence of some of EW’s contributors, crave opportunities to exploit my own character weaknesses. If I call attention to my own flaws, first, they can’t poison my forum as easily. Do email me at [email protected] if you detect even the slightest evidence of a lack of personal integrity in any of my posts, okay? I’ll publicize it and correct it, as always.

So, I’m sorry for being insistent about my personal bias against gratuitous privacy.

~Don

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I sure do keep some things private but the success of this unorganized movement depends on us carrying out an open conspiracy. It’s an end run around both the programmed brain police and their CIA/MI6 programmers.

A lot of contributors to EW came through one of the faker forums. They got caught up there because that’s where the search engines directed them when they became interested in orgonite. In those ‘pits’ the brain police rule; if anyone demonstrates exemplary activity he/she is punished by behavior modification specialists, who are backed up by a peanut gallery of Monarch-programmed brain police. This has become the internet version of academic peer review–no joke. It’s taken some of these gifters years to break out of those forums and finally start gifting, at which point they often ask to post here, or else I ask them to post here if we’ve been corresponding.

The notion that we need to keep our identities hidden seems to come mostly from a mix of brain-police conditioning and infantile assumptions: that the world is filled with treacherous people who will exploit us if we give out our names publicly; that the feds won’t see us if we hide behind a nom de plume; that we’re ‘humble’ if we don’t give out our names; that there’s some romantic quality to it, like a Zorro mask.

I gave some obvious exceptions but that doesn’t apply to most of us.

When I invite someone to post here I don’t usually list any ‘rules’ besides 1) No cult preaching, including bornagain chumpism and theosophy; 2) no doomsaying, which also infers not spreading Chicken Little disinformation in posts.

I’ve never made an issue of gratuitous privacy but perhaps I ought to. The few of us, here, who openly fight the corporate world order’s murderous agencies: CIA, FBI, NSA, MI5/6, Mossadomites, Jesuits, Triads, KGB/FSB, etc., certainly give our full names and it’s even a point of personal integrity with us.

I usually assume that, under the circumstances, if someone agress to post reports, here, he/she would naturally feel inclined to also share his/her identity unless there’s a genuine seccurity risk. In each case I mentioned that security risk concerns their careers; it has nothing to do with those $#!+bird agencies or the brain police. Maybe some of the guys who are hesitant to share their names risk getting no sex at home, of course, and that seems legitimate enough to me, too [Image Can Not Be Found]

You may have noticed that some of the most prolific gifters who post here are opposed to fighting the bad guys. One of them is even being periodically whittled down by serial killers (MDs) because he won’t fight back after he gets poisoned and/or psychically attacked but chooses to go to hospitals, instead.

I want prolific gifters to post, here, because I don’t want someone else to steal credit for what they’ve done and there isn’t any other reputable website where this stuff is being recorded. Maybe there will be someday, after the CIA’s Monarch Progfram and MI6’s Tavistock Institute are in ruins.

I’m walking so many tightropes that I could probably string them together and make a trampoline. Meanwhile, a small army of skilled detractors hunts for openings to influence contributors to EW against this forum. The only chance I have of preventing their poison from ruining this effort is to get their criticisms out in the open instead of in the emal boxes of people on EW who haven’t yet achieved certainty. I keep inviting anyone who demonstrates exemplary gifting (at least) and a genuinely heroic stand against the corporate world order (at best) because this is a growing movement and not to expand the membership would guarantee a sort of ‘calcification.’

~Don

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Another behavior habit that tests my patience is that I get incredible reports in email from people, even contributors to EW, who are afraid to post them. After ten years I"m still not clear about where that fear originates but I’m pretty sure it’s mainly a fear of censure.

When I call attention to stuff like this I usually get a storm of protests in email, which seems a little out of proportion to me, since I’m only drawing attention to something that really should be discussed if we’re to move ahead socially. Maybe it’s like the old tabu connected with discussing sex. Notice that it’s still hard for most of us to do that publicly. Maybe I need more patience.

~Don

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Hanh Don. What you said about the police chief brought this story to mind & I thought it might encourage someone if I tell it here. Hope you agree…

Back in 1994 when I was raising stink with the crooks on Pine Ridge & Cheyenne River Rezs (at the request of Traditionals there), I was told by one of the good (but previously, terrified) cops that because of my refusal to back down to intimidation efforts by the bad cops (& their bosses), the good cops not only began to band together to have prayer vigils & ceremonies to keep me safe & help me succeed, they went as a group (big group, BTW) to the bad cops at some “gathering” of law enforcement folk, & told them that they were watching both me & the bad guys & if anything nasty happened to me, the brown stuff was going to hit the rotary air mover big time. I’ve become (in?)famous for insisting that the only way a reign of terror can continue is if people keep quiet about it… I never doubted I was right, but people more easily intimidated needed some convincting.

The intimidation efforts including killing several of my 4-legged hairy children, abusing my geriatric horses**, jailing me (solitary), etc., etc. And none of it worked. When they roped, dragged & poked holes in my geriatric horses, I prayed for their enlightenment (among other things) & I hear they are still ducking & dodging. Fine. I never could stand a bully; & horses are sacred to us Lakota. (Obviously, not everyone with an enrollment card is a real Indn… our term for the fakes is “apple” – red on the outside & white on the inside.) Not to mention, innocents should never be made to suffer for the efforts of one such as me. There’s a special kind of hell for people who abuse innocents…
When they jailed me (during Sun Dance season, no less), I sang Sun Dance & other ceremonial songs even after a jailer (big guy, too) threatened me with his club. The other women in the jail heard me, heard the threats, & rioted (!!) until the jailers brought me to the general population. I will be impressed for the rest of my life by the memory of seeing a 4"X 4" angle iron bed frame ripped out of a concrete block wall by Indn women – using their bare hands. We Lakota women are generally easy to get along with, but it’s most unwise to make us angry. Or so my Unci taught me… obviously, she was right. (The reason I was jailed, they said, was because I am “too good”. I don’t drink alcohol, use drugs, lie, cheat, steal, bed-hop, etc. etc. For a woman with a really dull life, I sure don’t lead a boring one…)

It’s interesting to me that to this day, on those rare occasions when I have a bad run-in with a cop, when my name comes up, the great majority of them not only back off, but if one doesn’t, there always seems to be another one who strongly advises the tough one to get a grip.
Among the supposedly powerful politicans, I who is described as having ‘no money, no power, & no votes’, a considerable amount of energy is put out trying to discredit me. Seems to me if I’m so0o important, they could just send Hallmark… I don’t try to duck the bad-mouthers… I publicize their antics. They really dislike that.
Truly – telling the truth in public (sometimes, over & over) is about the worst thing that can be done to such scum. The truth is among the most powerful weapons there is. Mitakuye oiasin.

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My name is John Frederick Gerard Burchell born March 5 1960 (yup I’m a geezer) and the triads can send me what they want. Some of their deliveries have served my betterment and clarification. Yet I think they’ve received a thousend smiling heart orgasms in return so there is hope.

I really liked the name “DOR-knobs” in another post for these constipated fellows. The term made me laugh. Don makes me laugh often and one thing that I know about the “DOR-knobs” from experience is they are not keen on genuine heart-felt laughter. It flips their stuck energy and reflects it back as a rainbow into their hearts…delightful.

One of my goals is to drive a free energy motorcycle…one day the WHOLE PLANET will be using FREE ENERGY!!

Love love…Hong kong Johnnnny

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Just a quick note: Right after I did the above post my laptop was fried. My tech guy says hard drive, motherboard, everything all at once. This could be a coincidence (my laptop certainly wasn’t new) and I’m open to it being a natural consequence of things getting older. Yet I decided to boost and follow the trail and energize the hearts of those responsible. It was delightful to do so. Strange too, I feel very energized and empowered by the whole ordeal despite the fact that I had to buy a new system (something that was needed soon anyway). I think that Don is right in that the “DOR knobs” strength is in their numbers and their ability to act like a “pack”…yet their MASSIVE weakness is their complete vulnerability to a boost of genuine heart-felt loving energy.

Many heart smiles…hkj

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Johnny is the first guy to do a lot of gifting in China. He’s the point man. Happy gifter are really hard targets, as you can see. Posting about the computer sabotage earns you/us a lot of points by exposing the saboteurs a bit more, thanks.

I bet you can see why I was so happy that Auntie Carol agreed to post reports, here, too [Image Can Not Be Found] . Thanks, Auntie–your great, historic stories bear repeating often and I’m proud to know you.

~Don

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Hnah mitakuyapi. In my previous post on this subject I spoke about people’s reaction to me / my name… It happened again on voting day. I vote. I’ve been pestering Indns across Turtle Island to vote for at least 25 years & we’re finally beginning to. But when I vote, I refuse to show my ID / Driver’s License, etc. I insist on voting from the affadavit, in which I ‘swear or affirm’ that I’m a resident of that precinct. Then they witness or notarize it & give me a ballot & I vote. But every once in awhile, there will be 1 or more new poll workers when I go in, & /or someone challenges me insistence on voting from the affadavit. Usually, they ask why & I smile & tell them, “it’s a check to make sure the system works in all its parts & to insure there’s no discrimination or other irregularitys”. They usually then give me a ballot. This year, there were a man & 2 women at the desk; the nearest woman asked ‘why’; I answered, & the man said he "didn’t know where the affadavits might be or if they had any. I said, “You must have them, or this precinct is in violation of the law & its voting will be unacceptable under the law”. Smiled. The older woman – very old – at the far end of the table, grumped, “What’s your name?” When I replied, the nearer woman got all excited, waved her hands around & told the man, “they’re over there! In the corner drawer! Get them! Get them!” He did. Quickly! You’d think I was going to explode or something if he didn’t. [Image Can Not Be Found] [Image Can Not Be Found] [Image Can Not Be Found] I filled it out, took my ballot, & waited. Finally, the nearer woman asked why I was waiting & I said, “I’m waiting to make sure he’s happy with the affadavit so there are no hitches.” Someone chuckled behind me – & the man at the desk finished the affadavit & put it in the proper file – so then I voted. Duwahleh!, it’s fun to see people get so excited about a name… Especially when the republican political leadership of the state describes me as having no money, no votes, no power. Just cracks me up. Hope you enjoy it too…