I emailed Don about this first, but I don’t know if he got it or not. My house has been getting a lot of internet interference lately – which normally doesn’t happen here; we have cable, phone, and internet combined service. So it’s possible he didn’t even get it.
The week of Thanksgiving a series of things happened that have single handedly brought my life from finally looking up, after a year and a half of hardship, to a new low. I don’t normally like to air my problems publicly, but the extraordinary events of the past week merit mention.
On Thanksgiving Day, there was a fire in my room. I was next door at my mom’s house, and my grandmother called my mom to tell her that my room was on fire. I risked almost passing out from the smoke to put it out, dumping water on it, and stomping on the debris. Ten to fifteen minutes later, the fire department arrived. If I had waited for them to get there, the fire most certainly would have spread to the rest of the house. I managed to put it out before it torched the entire room, but a lot of my books and personal effects were burned, about $1,000 worth of stuff. As a writer and a lover of books, it was a horrifying experience. Gone was my personal library of religious and spiritual texts and a lot of my crystals were blackened by all the heat and smoke. There were a few unusual things about the fire from the start. I thought at first that the fire was started by a scented candle that I had forgotten to put out (my room does not air out very well and thus gets a little too musky), but when I talked to the fire inspector, he said that my cell phone charger had probably caused the fire. The fire started in the area where the end of the charger had been and there was a small hole in the floor where you could see the ground underneath. He thought that the wire had gotten crimped, but I didn’t have any thing on the wire to damage it or “crimp” it, and I had it plugged into another socket for three months without any trouble. I had it plugged into that particular socket for only three days when the fire started. The night before the fire, the power went out from 2am to 4am, which was unusual in itself, yet the streetlights all down the street were also out. I woke up and noticed the electricity was out due to the beeping of my grandmother’s oxygen machine. The morning of the fire, I went over to my mom’s house at 11am, and the fire started at about 2pm, and the fire started very quickly, according to my grandmother, as she noticed the smoke billowing out from under the door.
After the fire was out, the fire chief picked up one of the various pieces of orgonite I had spread around my room. Not wanting to sound like a loon (to him of course [Image Can Not Be Found]; ) I told him they were some things an artist friend had given me. He noticed exactly what kind of resin it was made out of – epoxy – commented on it, set it down, and said nothing else about it. He took the melted mishmash of carpet, plastic, stationery, and what was left of the charger and electrical cord into a box and said he’d give it to the insurance people that day.
Fast forward to today and a long interrogation by the insurance company fire inspector. One of the firemen testified that the candle was on the windowsill when he arrived, and it wasn’t lit. That rules out the candle. The fire inspector doesn’t think it was the charger either but is going to look at it under a microscope. If it wasn’t the charger, what in the blazes caused it? Well, this happens to come at a time when my life was looking up after a long period of darkness, and also when I had planned some big orgonite related activities, which makes me suspect interference by the $&%@birds.
I went on a walk Monday to the towers on top of the Presbyterian apartment complex and noticed that a few of the tbs I had hidden were missing. I suppose that the landscapers could have discovered it, but in light of recent incidents in my life – maybe it’s connected.
I had planned, over the phone, to take a trip later this month back up to Pensacola and throw some tbs with my friend Dennis every mile or so along the roads near Eglund because he knows some people that live right near the base, and as a precursor to Don coming to Florida in the spring. Eglund Airforce Base is a source of a lot of weather manipulation in north Florida and southern Alabama and is rumoured to be the source of the UFO activity over Gulf Breeze, just across the bay from Pensacola where I grew up. Dennis and I had been talking about starting a site to sell his new hand held mini cloud busters that he’s been making. I had also been brainstorming some ideas of combining sacred geometry and orgone energy in building and designing houses – can you imagine houses built as giant orgone generators and the effect they would have against the NWO? Whenever I tend to plan something related to gifting via email or phone – it gets obstructed somehow. I’m sure many of you have had similar experiences, and it’s not a mistake I will make again. I was also supposed to start a job making subs – not a great job, but one that would give me a paycheck and one that I would enjoy doing. Although, I haven’t heard from my boss in over two weeks, and I pretty much had the job – my boss really liked me. It’s all just very unusual, and it did bring me down for a few days. Things really improved after the last email I sent Don, and now they’ve crashed back down again. But fortunately, I’m stronger inside than the average Pajama person.
If the #@&$bird agencies were involved in trying to further destroy my life in a single week, they couldn’t have done a better job. I was supposed to hear back from my boss on the Monday before Thanksgiving (she had been in a car accident one week before Thanksgiving – she wasn’t injured but her car was banged up pretty bad), then on Thanksgiving Day the fire started, and the next day, on Black Friday, my step dad got fired for his job for no particular reason – his employees called him up asking where he was; he was pretty well liked there. My grandmother blames me for the fire, saying: “wherever you go disaster follows.” I’m now sleeping on my brother’s floor. But I’m taking it in stride and trying to be strong. I’m encouraged by reading DB’s blog and the hardships he’s endured.
I don’t want to jump the gun if I’m only being tested by the operators, but something seems odd about the recent series of events, and my higher self did tell me to say something about this. Their tactics haven’t dissuaded me though, in fact it only encourages me because I know I’m on the right track. [Image Can Not Be Found]
To end this post on a lighter note, here are interesting observations about the fire. Ironically, Dante’s The Inferno and Fahrenheit 451 were at the very top of a stack of books only inches from the fire, but they didn’t even get singed – probably due to a large piece of orgonite being at the foot of my bed near where the books were. My bed also miraculously escaped the fire despite being inches away from it. I had five pieces of orgonite spread around the room, and the fire didn’t spread to any of the areas where there was orgonite. I had a small box with a piece of orgonite, a large quartz crystal for meditation, and a journal right near the heart of the fire, and most of the box and the journal amazingly survived, albeit still charred, and there was a large white mark on the wall where the box was…the only white mark on the entire wall that got scorched by the fire, despite there being several other boxes along that wall that got incinerated and blackened the wall. The orgonite and crystal survived without fire damage except for some soot and melted plastic that had fallen on it from above, as the box didn’t have a top to it. I’m convinced that if I didn’t have orgonite in the room, the fire would have burned the whole room, if not the whole house down before I or the fire department could have put it out.
