By Don Croft <terminator3@turbonet.com>
http://educate-yourself.org/dc/adc35mountbaldy27sep02.shtml
September 27, 2002
After trying for a week to find an opportunity for Carol and I to go
on the road together for a couple of days, but failing due to some conflicts
with schools schedules, etc., we decided that it was prudent for me to
get up north and try to finish off the towers in Idaho. We’ll still try
to get over to Central Washington together to neutralize the dead orgone
network upwind of where we live.
After our Mt. Baldy victory, the Spew Administration has called out
the Big Planes to dose us every day. Nothing’s sticking over
us, of course, but north of us the trails were lingering longer than
I liked, so right before I left on the latest tower busting excursion,
three days ago, Carol helped me turn Jumbo Funky, our outsized cloudbuster,
so it pointed up into the northern sky. We generally keep it pointing
west to prevent HAARP winds from blowing, which it does very well.
I drove north for eighty miles, so I had a good view of the subsequent
process. First, all the new spew began disappearing within seconds.
This was within a half hour. Then the existing spew remnants sort of shredded
away to the north, though the prevailing wind at that altitude is from
the west. All of it was gone within two hours. I later found
that the field of influence spreads out in a cone. I don’t know what
the northern limit is, but a hundred miles to the north the width of that
cone is about 140 miles.
For the politically squeamish, please jump to the report itself
[Part
2]. What follows is some thoughts that I consider relevant, but you
may not, and I don’t want to exclude you from this beautiful process just
because I have strong opinions.
As it turned out, a needful detour into Washington State made
it impossible for me to get up to the remaining two small towns near the
Canadian border in Idaho, but I’m confident that the Cbers in one of those
towns can handle that. We would like to get to the next border crossing
farther west and take care of the enormous new underground base we discovered
last year there. I imagine it’s part of the regime’s invasion scenario,
sort of like the way the N. Koreans tunnel under the demilitarized zone
to get their agents into S. Korea. I’m now confident that the vast
majority of folks who work for the US and Canadian alleged governments,
including the ones who are following you and I around on our tower busting
crusade, would resist right now if they knew just what their employer
was really up to.
I don’t mean to give the impression that Canadians are tunneling into
the U.S., of course. There’s an Indian Reservation that borders Canada
in W. Montana that has a lot of dirt roads. You Canadians can come across
there if you don’t like to deal with bureaucracy. I know some other spots,
too.
It’s funny how this has made me less suspicious of official-type folks
rather than more so. The real culprits are at the top of the dungheap,
after all. They don’t know, as we do, that centralization is
not a good idea, so they keep the lower echelons in the ‘mushroom’ mode.
That’s about to backfire on the ancient jerks, I think. A ‘mushroom’ is
one who is kept in the dark and fed bull manure. Accepting that treatment
is contrary to human nature and to universal law. I feel it’s dead wrong
to accept disrespect in any manner.
A business acquaintance of mine in Anacortes, Washington has a son who
was one of the militia men who stopped the ‘defunct’ Russian Army from
crossing into the U.S. from Canada north of Oroville, Washington (on the
eastern side of the Cascade Mountains), to occupy the North Cascades International
'Peace Park’ in 1995. I was living on the western side of that
area then and I remember when the only highway through the North
Cascades National Park was closed to traffic by uniformed soldiers of indeterminate
origin.
You may remember (although you may be programmed not to consider it
significant) that the Russians who were in the Iron Curtain countries were
not allowed to return home after the end of the Cold War. Where else would
they go but here? ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled underground
masses, yearning for some fresh air.’ Yikes. At least the countless
thousands of Russian troops in the Eastern U.S. are out walking around
on the military bases and in the closed-down national parks.
Just before that, an acquaintance of mine who was a longshoreman
in Bellingham, Washington, the closest port to the national park, personally
loaded manacles from a ship into a big, un-marked, white truck.
It was so odd that he left work and followed the truck onto the dead end
road leading into the heart of the North Cascades National Park, somewhere
near Mt. Baker. I heard rumors at the time that a concentration camp was
built there.
Do you remember the media telling about that ‘peace park’? Did
you ever wonder why no mention was made in the prostituted media any more
of that ‘International Peace Park?’ Their plan, apparently, was to
close it to all visitors and fill it with Russian combat troops, trained
for urban warfare. The same thing was carried to completion in the
Smokey Mountains National Park at the same time. I think they’re way behind
schedule for getting martial law, and that this is the reason they stuck
their necks out ever further by erecting all those ugly towers. When
you get to my account of what happened in Spokane yesterday, you
might see another use for the dead orgone network they’ve created. The
regime certainly gets points for their ‘multi-use’ modus operendi,
at least.
When the word, ‘God’ is mentioned in Morals And Dogma, the Masonic
bible, ‘Lucifer,’ their own mental construct of a devil, is inferred for
the few who ‘get it,’ and the vast majority of Masons who warm pews
on Sunday mornings are thereby mollified. When the regime’s media
whores speak about ‘peace’ it’s not the same thing that you and I envision
at all, but the Pajama People go contentedly back to sleep when that reassuring
word is mentioned.
That reminds me of Lincoln’s simile. He asked, ‘If you call
a donkey’s tail a leg, how many legs does a donkey have?’
Of course we immediately say, ‘Five!’, but he said, ‘No, he still
has four legs. Calling a tail a leg doesn’t make it one.’ Having
studied the life of that dead President a bit, I personally think he used
something besides a tail for that example, but this is a family forum.
Here may lie the crux of why we can all go out and commit mayhem on
the cherished agenda of, arguably, the most powerful regime in recorded
history, yet the worst that’s happened to us, so far, is some petty larceny
by the Men in Black and getting a couple of lawn ornaments pushed over.
Due to the requirements of the emerging paradigm, the reality that we
can only be governed if we give our consent has been strengthened, so the
world regime has had to bend over backward in recent times to maintain
the illusion that they have power over us all. They actually don’t,
otherwise somebody would have suicided several of us long before now.
We are exercizing real power; they’re not, and they’re definitely not
going to draw any attention to what we’re doing by harming or even threatening
us in this crucial (for them) period, even though we’re steadily taking
away their territory.
Everything’s based on energy. They know that better than most
of us do. Any parasite has to first prepare the body before it can successfully
invade. This is done by debilitating the body slowly, by degrees so the
cause won’t be discovered. This process has been accelerating in recent
generations and it’s reached a feverish pitch now because they’re obviously
behind schedule and are under time constraints, set by a universal
cycle.
We’re simply reversing that debilitating process, and pretty quickly,
apparently. We do it where we live and move out from there and network
with others in a grassroots manner.
Our success is guaranteed if we stay in motion and follow our instincts.
As I see it, even if all freedom on the planet is ended on November 3,
for instance, I’ll at least die content in the knowledge that I gave it
my best shot and dying is better than living as someone’s chattel.
What’s wrong with dying, anyway? The regime’s days will be done shortly
no matter what any of us do, simply because the old farts at the top are
now being called to account for their deeds. This house of cards, though
they call it a fortress, is collapsing right now. The trick, in the end,
may be to avoid standing under the falling debris.
In the receding paradigm, effort was only made in hope of reward or
fear of punishment. In the new one, the effort is the reward
and the punishment, as the case may be. The only thing of real value we
can take with us from this life is our characters, and virtue is the only
thing that really develops character, not kneeling down or bending over
for some chump clergyman.
The regime rely on the contagious nature of fear, suspicion, personal
doubt to maintain their fragile hegemony. We are experiencing the
contagious nature of courage, love and certainty, and that process means
a lot more than any political or economic considerations. In fact,
any advance in the latter two is meaningless if the people haven’t first
gotten some courage and a sense of personal responsibility. If you’re
reading this, I don’t think you fancy yourself well off if you’re well-fed,
well-appointed cattle.
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