By Don Croft <terminator3@turbonet.com>
http://educate-yourself.org/dc/adc36mountbaldyB27sep02.shtml
September 27, 2002
The Idaho Panhandle is eighty miles wide and about 150 miles long. It’s
mostly wilderness and the population is along the western edge, where the
mountains turn into prairie, and in some long valleys. Interstate 90 goes
from Spokane, the city in Washington that we freed from the dead orgone
transmitters this month, to Western Montana, over the Continental Divide.
The towns along that route are very small, and there were very few dead
orgone transmitters to speak of between Lake Coeur d’Alene, in the west,
and Montana, and only one HAARP transmitter, which conveniently straddled
the highway. I did that one with two Tower Busters, thrown
out the passenger side window going east, then west on the rreturn.
The only stop I made was at Cataldo Mission, ‘The oldest standing building
in Idaho.’ In other words, that’s the church complex that the Jesuits
erected with forced Indian labor in 1853 in advance of their regime’s pillagers
and plunderers. Just as a tapeworm weakens the host in order to more easily
steal its sustenance, missionaries sowed seeds of doubt, fear and mistrust
among the tribes in order to make them easier to conquer a little bit later
on.
There’s a huge ‘crowd stopper’ near the mountain pass that’s at the
border of Idaho and Montana which was impossible to reach, so I vectored
that one with three Tower Busters, a quarter mile apart.
It got dark after I crossed over the border, which I thought was pretty
good timing.
The reason that dead-orgone transmitter was impossible to get to is
that my steering coupler broke after I drove into Montana and I only had
enough control to drive the truck along the highway far enough to reach
an auto parts store in Kellogg, Idaho, forty miles west. That would have
been farther in the other direction.
I’m not a mechanic, but I managed to replace the broken coupler. Kellogg
is at the bottom of Silver Mountain, which is a major vortex and has a
complex array of dead-orgone transmitters, of course, and perhaps even
some communication equipment.
You may have found, on your tower busting excursions, that the high
places are no longer accessible to the public. We may be led to assume
that this is to ensure that our cell phones will keep working, no matter
what threat is posed by bad Muslims, but here’s one of the areas where
the regime’s illusion breaks down. There are already a lot of people in
this country who resent not being allowed access to ‘public lands’ in the
vicinity of new transmitter arrays and new underground bases with their
expensive offroad vehicles and pretty soon they’re going to simply decide
that this is an untenable situation, I think.
Mt. Baldy is the only mountain top that I’ve been to recently to that
isn’t restricted. There’s very little new stuff up there and it’s 60 miles
from the nearest city along very twisty roads.
The fact that I got such spectacular effects in the sky last Saturday
just by putting a HHg there showed me the importance of reclaiming the
major vortices, though. I hope to show you that it’s not necessary to risk
confrontation with quasi-military Whackenhut Corporation guys with guns
to get that done.
Of course, the easy ways up the mountain were closed off at the bottom,
so I had to drive around to the backside, which was a ten mile detour,
and drive up the treacherous old logging roads as far as I could go. I
was able to get within a couple of miles of the top before the risk of
getting stuck was just too strong, so I managed to get the Zapporium turned
around (barely) on a narrow switchback and put my biggest holy handgrenade
there. I ‘strung out’ three tower busters along
the road at intervals until the road came back to the creek near the bottom,
and I put one more in the creek itself.
A fellow had piled dirt on the road in preparation for bulldozing it
out, so I was stuck there for a half hour while he spread it out.
The Joe
Cell had stopped working because the center pipe had corroded through
and the water ran out. You need juvenile water for a Joe Cell, that
is, springwater that’s run downhill for some distance, so I filled an empty
jug with that creek water, having noted that there’s less iron at the higher
altitudes on that mountain. The water I got for the Joe Cell closer to
home is loaded with iron, so conducts electricity a little too well.
At least the motor had retained the 30% power boost the Joe Cell had
given it. I think it was about to kick over to running on pure energy rather
than fuel shortly before it broke because the motor had been running very
rough. It ran smoother than ever after the mishap. Carol then
asked me to take the top off and examine it because she no longer saw any
energy coming from the Joe Cell. I’ll have our local machinist make a new
center pipe up for us shortly and get the JC back in action.
Of course, when I’ve achieved free energy success, I’ll be completely
vocal and strident about it. If the regime is concerned about having its
towers and biological chemtrails busted, wait ‘til they have to deal with
a grassroots free energy promotion campaign, too, and I’m not ‘selling
shares’ for some alleged future development, rather I will be demonstrating
it to mechanics and machinists and selling the engineer plans to anyone
via mail for $17 a set.
It’s been my life’s dream of kicking the world regime squarely in it’s
sanctum sanctorum and I believe that free energy is the most magic of all
the magic bullets, or boots, as the case may be.
Silver mountain, which has a volcanic top just like Mt. Baldy,
took half the day to rejuvenate. I quickly arrived at Lake Coeur
d’Alene, where I’d seen one of those big, fake dead-orgone transmitting
Sequoias towering over the fir trees and a new HAARP array nearby. The
access to those two sites were also restricted. The fake tree was on private
property—that’s a huge hilltop estate of some rich chump—and the HAARP
array is in a high meadow belonging to another one—there seems to be no
shortage of stupid wealthy folks and farmers who are willing to take the
bait. I got a Tower Buster within a quarter mile of the fake tree before
getting to a ‘private drive, no trespassing’ sign and gate but the HAARP
array took some finagling and vectoring with a HHg and a tower buster on
either side along the public roads.
The city of Coeur d’Alene, which has about 30,000 people and about fifteen
transmitters, is in one corner of an alluvial plain that’s triangular with
Post Falls on the left corner, fifteen miles west and Rathdrum and Athol
in the top rounded corner, about 30 miles north. The center part is mostly
farms.
I-90 goes along the south edge of the valley, which is the north
shore of the lake, which is pretty big and very beautiful. The transmitters
along the highway have a lot more panels and rods than if they were just
for the town—again, it’s the multi-use factor: stop travelers and
disable the townfolk at the same time.
Have you given any thought to what’s being said in the British media
in apology for these transmitters? The Brits notice them more than the
Americans because Europeans, generally, care more about aesthetics and
let’s face it: these things are UGLY. They’re being told that there are
many towers because there are many cell phone companies, and each has its
own network. They’re told, furthermore, to expect even more transmitters
closer to the users as the numbers of cellphone users increases in times
to come.
What’s wrong with this picture? By following that line of reasoning,
we should be progressing from cars to horses; from planes back to trains
in transportation technology.
I don’t know if the Brits are swallowing that tower proliferation scenario.
Maybe somebody will tell them, at least, that in areas where only one cell
phone company operates, the ratio of the number of people ‘served’ per
tower is exactly the same as in the areas where there are a dozen cell
phone companies.
I know that the same media held a brief campaign a couple of years
ago to discredit Dr. Hulda Clark and zappers in general, but our sales
of zappers to Brits went up after that, so maybe there’s hope for them
in this case, too. If this were 1954 America, Dr. Clark’s books would
have been publicly burned and she would have been murdered in prison by
now. Dr. Clark has been exonerated, hands down, even in our
unlawful courts after repeated attempts by them to railroad her into prison
on false charges. I’ve even found her books in public libraries, even though
the AMA has made its intentions to destroy her quite clear.
They did that to Dr. Reich and many, many other reputable pioneers without
even breaking a sweat in earlier times. This is one more evidence of the
subtle shift in power back to an informed public, no matter how few we
are. The political base of support for arbitrary quasi-governmental
agencies are dropping like flies now, thanks to Medicare, predatory
Health Insurance (my current favorite oxymoron) scams and other backfires
of national socialism, which is so lovingly cherished by the Depression
Babies on whose backs it was set up in the first place.
Oops—I guess I slipped into a rant there. Sorry about that.
Hayden Lake is north of Coeur d’Alene. I was going to do that after
doing Cd’A and Post Falls but it just felt too creepy there that day and
it’s going to have to wait because I ran out of Tower Busters. The water
towers there are the weapon of choice apparently of the regime, though
the biggest, meanest tower we ever saw is next to the area where the Nazis
live, speaking of national socialism. Carol and I did that one months ago
when we were on some other business, but happened to have a HHg in the
car.
Before I took on the valley, I decided to neutralize the butte-top/vortex
array overlooking the valley from the east. I saw on the map that a forest
service road went from the backside over the top to the town, so I went
over to check that out. On the way to that road, I passed through
some shimmering energy for about fifty feet. Carol said it’s some sort
of portal that was opening at the moment. I didn’t experience that
on the way back a half hour later.
I came back that way because, of course, the road was closed off to
motorized vehicles.
The road on the other side was also closed off, ending effectively on
private property, but I vectored an HHg and a couple of tower busters along
the road on the way back down to the valley.
The west end of that valley meets the east end of Spokane Valley.
The Spokane River goes from Lake Cd’A toward the Columbia River about forty
miles to the northwest of the city.
When I was on a rise, I saw a vast field of water towers reaching from
Post Falls to Spokane. There are about thirty of them, mostly in
areas where there are very few people living, so of course I assumed there’s
some dirty business involved with that.
I still don’t know what that’s about, though there’s apparently some
underground base construction going on along the southern edge. This ‘water
tower farm’ is the area where I encountered the most ground surveillance.
Of course I keep a Succor Punch going all the time when I’m out and about
so I can be sure that I won’t be watched from space and it’s much easier
to deal with eyeballs on the ground, so to speak.
If I weren’t more aware, I’d have to wonder why there was so much traffic
on those lonely roads between nowhere and nowhwere. You’re probably like
me at this point if you’re an habitual tower buster; it’s kind of
fun to wave at them and try to engage them in conversation. I don’t
know about where you are, but here the locals almost all wave back and
are usually happy to talk to you. The NSA/CIA agents so studiously avoid
eye contact that you’d think this was Manhattan or Paris. You can be sure
they’re ‘peripheral visionaries,’ though, so when you look at them for
more than two seconds, they know they’ve been ‘made,’ and are out of the
game.
Wait til I tell you about yesteday’s ‘three way’ encounter with the
Feds [Part 3[! That was fun; at least for me it was.
I started seeing a pattern to these towers. Some of them lined
up perfectly, though I suspect they’re all on the ley system, so putting
Tower Busters by each one is probably getting some long-term benefits.
The spewplanes were hitting Spokane/Cd’A extra hard yesterday, and they
were flying low. Boeing 747’s, which have the most spewpower, were mostly
being used, and I assume the least toxic stuff, perhaps barium salts, were
being spewed.
Since we’d neutralized all of the HAARP facilities, the primary vortex
arrays nearby, and all of the dead-orgone transmitters, they
were only getting about 10% of the desired effect and the spew disappeared
before spreading out, though they were able to achieve some fairly
long trails.
I forgot to mention that on the way to I-90 from Moscow, my home, which
is 80 miles south of Cd’A, I’d done some ‘mopping up’ of one remote
transmitter that Carol and I had been unable to find the access road for
and a butte-top, small array over the line in Washington which was also
hard to reach.
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