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Le Comte Sainte Humaine's and St. Buster's Etheric Blasting Compendium
'Has Anybody Got Any Ruth?' Asks the Hundredth Monkey
Part One

By Don Croft <terminator3@turbonet.com>
http://educate-yourself.org/dc/lecomtesthumainepartA06dec04.shtml

As you read along and, hopefully, are entertained, please bear in mind that
my purpose in writing this is to encourage you to form or join a
'blasting/intel cell' like the one we created on ethericwarriors.com.
Anyone with commitment and genuine aggression can do this work and I'm
confident that if you're not adequately psychic to get the necessary intel
someone will show up to do that for your cell. You don't have to be an
ascetic or even a nice person to be effective. I'm no paragon of virtue
and I can do the work, so you can, too. A small, united group does a whole
lot more damage to the genocide agenda and occult global hierarchy than one
or two can do and we need to destroy both of these entities right now
before they make your and my country look just like Iraq.

I was going to wait until morning to start to write this essay but after
midnight I apparently started getting body slammed, literally, by some
dolphins while lying in my bed in Northern Idaho-a sort of feeling of
urgency accompanied by a lot of telepathic imagery of sacred geometry,
colors, lights, a vision of a Big Wave in Hawaii and a lot of mirth, tinged
with a little desperation.

How else are they to get a thick-headed person's attention? I felt this
unmistakable energy signature once before (except without the desperation)
in April, 2001, when Carol and I met a couple of dolphins in Florida. For
a succession of nights after that meeting I could tell when I was about to
get that peculiar etheric embrace from the lovely one who took a cotton to
me: my lower legs started jumping, then my heart was flooded with warm,
exhilarating energy, then my head filled with rapid-fire imagery which I
don't recall now. All I remember is that during those episodes my wife,
Carol, was also getting energy/info from the other friendly dolphin across
the road. We'd just clandestinely 'gifted' those two dolphin pens in a
bold, midnight amphibious assault. She remembered her imagery clearly,
since she's a natural psychic, and even marked a spot on the nautical
chart of the Bahamas where they showed her some Atlantean ruins in fairly
shallow water, south of Andros Island.

I know the gifting raid sounds dramatic, but really, we just put our little
rowboat in at a marina next door to the facility and 'landed' on the
seaward side, close to the pens because we didn't want the facility's
owners and employees to see us tossing orgonite into the water during
business hours. We preferred to risk them calling the cops at night ;-),
hence the handy exit option-we'd see the cops arriving at the gate in time
to get away from there. 'Caution is the better part of valor.' The pens
are only separated from the sea by a narrow causeway which any of them
(dolphins, not cops) could jump over without much effort, so they're all in
those pens voluntarily.

The Women Warriors on ethericwarriors.com allowed me to join their Thursday
session a couple of days ago, perhaps on condition that they could
surgically experiment on my psyche. Everybody's got an agenda, eh? Most
of them are psychics, as is Sensei Dennie of knivesandcrystals.com, whom
they invite to join them each week because he's a real cutup with his
telekinetic Powersword. I think they had lost patience with my relative
density, so when I asked them to give me the full blasting treatment so
that I could write about it more fully in this essay (this co-ordinated
blast is what we send at any occult/corporate and/or non-human predator
that comes within our purview and I wanted to know, for sure, what this
feels like to the average Joe), they did something extra: they applied the
new Papimi blasting method to my third eye. They asked for permission, of
course, and I said, 'Sure, why not?-I'm dense enough for that not to affect
me much.'

Carol will be on a little island along Costa Rica's Pacific Coast for a few
more days. She's half way through her visit with the dolphins there right
now. I sure didn't expect to get any personal contact from these entities
and had rather enjoyed my lifelong psychic obscurity, secure in the
confidence that one doesn't need to be psychic to kick etheric butt these
days. In some cases ignorance really is bliss. Desperate times require
desperate measures, though, so maybe I'm supposed to start getting some psi
intel on my own after this. This could happen to you but I honestly don't
recommend it. I'd much rather just go play in my workshop, travel around
busting hurricanes at sea with an onboard cloudbuster and fly around up in
the Sylph footprints and bust mountaintop arrays from a plane, antigrav
craft or blimp.

Three days before the Thursday chatblast the collective group at ew.com ran
some etheric interference on behalf of Carol and our local friend, Linda,
who accompanied her.

After we blasted a couple of MIB would-be assassins on the plane who
apparently went along with them one of the psychics found some technicians
working on a vessel in those waters-the equipment was designed to put out
chaotic underwater signals to distress all of the cetaceans in the
vicinity, sort of like how the FBI constantly blared loud-volume recordings
of animals being tortured to death at the men, women and children in the
besieged compound outside of Waco for several days before they moved in
and slaughtered them all at B'nai Brith's Masonic behest on that spring day
in 1993.

If you've ever done any tropical skin diving you understand that sound
travels, undiminished, over a tremendous distance underwater. That's how
whales can signal each other across hundreds of miles, in fact. The
deeper you go, the louder it gets because the air in the middle of your
head gets denser and more conductive to sound. When I lived on St John,
Virgin Islands, in the early seventies I used to skin dive every single day
and would dive deep in those gorgeous, crystalline waters just to hear the
whales singing to each other in the Caribbean Sea. Now I finally get why
The Operators lined that job up for me, I think. A honeypot glommed onto
me, then, and for the next 22 years my life was hostage to a programmed
psychopath, but we made four potentially wonderful assets to humanity in
the meantime: Arian, Bevin, Nora and Cameron Croft.

I probably shouldn't mention the name of the popular scientist/inventor
whom they also saw on that Navy craft because I might get sued (hint-he's
an authority on dolphin communication and wrote a popular book on pyramids
in the 70s) but we etherically smacked him silly, too. These high level
masons, just like Himmler's boys were at Nuremberg (with Karl Jung's
considerable help), are pretty clever at shifting responsibility for their
crimes against the cosmos-quite slippery, in fact, but we apparently nailed
this guy's feet to the floor this time pretty good and I don't think he'll
be torturing any more dolphins for awhile. Just for fun, too, the psychics
determined that he was implicated in the murder of his wife in the mid 90s.

A well-known GWB guru who's been showing up as a necessary target in nearly
all of our blasting sessions, lately, as the Great White Brotherhood's
favorite buttboy, er, I mean Golden Boy, was also there stirring up trouble
on land and I had the honor and pleasure of doing him while the others
watched. This guy, a high level mason in the reptilian newage movement
hierarchy, introduced a trick meditation technique about ten years ago and
has a reputation for taking groups of newagers to vortices around the world
to 'heal' the distressed vortices but of course after these smiling,
blissed out sycophants drop their expensive in the vicinity the energy
actually gets a lot worse every time because that's what these chumps were
really brought there to do.

They not only actually pay this guy for the dubious honor of tagging along;
they buy their own huge crystals to waste-this is partly how high masons
shift responsibility for their actions. See the pattern? They gift and we
gift ;-)

Those compromised crystals are used as energy conduits and amplifiers for
Masonic and other satanic energy-pirating blood rituals on behalf of the
parasitic occult/corporate world order. This fellow, who apparently isn't
made to participate in the ritual slaughter of infants, is an old school
mason with a graying ponytail who's particularly adept at pirating earth
energy, making it look to the unwary like he's saving the world, of course.
Sooner or later this psychic nazi jerk's going to bust a blood vessel in
his brain if he doesn't stop bothering us on behalf of his NSA handlers, I
think.

This process is just like the way serial killers (MDs) 'treat' illnesses
and make them worse and worse until the patient finally gets relief in
death. Practice makes perfect in that case, too, of course, which is
probably why a dope-dealing MD calls his biz a 'practice.' Some of them
are really, really good at this and don't even need to practice any more to
bleed their victims dry.

The peekers also found several US Navy Seals in the vicinity who were
assigned to look for opportunities to murder Carol and Linda, of course.
I've been so ashamed of the poor, benighted US Military lately. This kind
of stuff is usually small change for the blasters and we cycled through all
of these would-be menaces without a lot of time and effort but I think it
was Darlene of spiritualartofhealing.com who picked up, then, on a larger
Navy/CIA plot to kill off all of the dolphins in the region. The Navy/NSA
technicians were in the process of using combination of shipboard and
ocean-bottom sonar transmitters which are apparently the aquatic
counterpart of the new death towers you see when you walk out your own
front door every morning..

The psychics also picked up some clear imagery of reptilians, including an
admiral in the predatory armada in that region, overseeing this agenda.
It makes sense that the reptilians would want to kill all of the dolphins,
of course, especially since we drove the reptiles' craft out of most of the
earth's atmosphere in the past three years with cloudbusters and gifting.
We kept busting up transmitting equipment and predators in that little
fleet until the psychics' consensus got that the dolphins were safe again
and satisfied, but all of that stuff and manpower is easily expendable and
would get replaced immediately, so someone really needs to gift all of the
underwater vortices in that region ASAP in order to ensure that those
transmitters on the ocean bed will never work again. This is just like we
do on land by gifting the death towers with cheap, simple orgonite.

This is all more real to us than the alleged news you're getting every day
from your sparkle box is to you because this is an intereactive process for
us and you're only passively receiving CIA programming and lies. I want
you to turn off that damn box and get busy fixing this mess, instead. The
longer the thing is turned off the less fear and hopelessness you'll feel,
even if you won't accept any accountability or responsibility.

Don't waste heroics or fancy materials if you're in a position to gift
these tropical ocean vortices, okay? It's about taking the territory back
from the pirate world order, not winning prizes for 'biggest and baddest
orgone bomb.' It won't take much orgonite to do that but it's going to
require some adequate navigation and time. There are several good sites
online that show the location of all the earth vortices-just do a little
search for that info. They give you latitude and longitude for each grid
point. Close enough is good enough, too. Gifting is a pretty pastoral
pursuit, after all. Leave the precision to watch makers and artists like
Mr. Soggiu and the undecipherable technobabble to the Beardonesque
armchair scientists, okay?

We always trace the line of command up from the street level thugs and
pavement artists in the secret police and Masonic networks whom we
encounter and this time it ended up in a reptilian enclave under Arlington
Cemetery, near the Pentagon. The level of command below that bloated hive
queen that was a bunch of hybrid, spiritually filthy sycophant generals
and admirals in the Pentagon, of course, affiliated with the NSA. When
that fat, bloodthirsty green bitch finally pops I doubt she'll show up in
any obituaries, the way 'Looney Larry' Rockefeller did a few hours after DB
(ethericfire.com) despatched him etherically at Devil's Punchbowl during
an occult/corporate blood ritual and feeding frenzy in August.

If you're paying attention, you'll get that I'm describing a typical,
successful group blasting/intel session. When I describe the tools and
specific tactics, shortly, they'll then make more sense to you.

Dooney and Dr Steve of bluemarbleimages.com (Dooney is one of the regular
Woman Warriors and Steve is a professional healer who is also psychic),
had connected with the dolphins near Bimini some time ago and drew on their
cetacean connection to get some of this intel, by the way. Just like Carol
and I do in the blast sessions, they use two computers in their home during
the chatblast sessions. It's a little bizarre to communicate with one's
mate across the room through a computer screen, I can tell you.

Whenever I feel blitzed or in need of dynamic balance I clip a 15Hz Succor
Punch 'driver' onto Cesco Soggiu's Little Secret's golden electrodes, by
the way. That coil form of his, described and available on soulbalm.com, is
a powerful environmental and personal harmonizer. I'll mention some
reliable sources for Succor Punches later in this essay.

Bear with me: this essay might seem like an infomercial but I assure you
I'm not going to get any kickbacks from the folks whose sites I'm
mentioning. I'm telling you about it because it all works, is easily
available and is effective, 'next level' tech for being a player in this
rapidly emerging new paradigm. Each of us started out in this movement
exactly like you did, by the way: on a wing and a prayer ;-)

Whew! I'm settled down now. What a rush that was! The multiple tones that
have been sort of singing in my right ear since June, 2002 (since Carol got
the Big Secret from those nice little aliens; these aren't for sale but you
can make one) have just expanded and jumped up in volume again. I guess
the little spacemen and the dolphins are working together. Are the dolphins
part of the bunch whom I call, 'The Operators?' I've been getting the
impression that they, too, are always standing by, waiting for our calls.

The first night after the gals did the 'Papimi Pamper' on my pituitary
gland (it tickled) I was a little miffed at them because a sort of view
screen opened up right in front of and above my eyes at bedtime and I
received a parade of uninvited imagery, most of which I hadn't a clue about
(still don't ;-) and the hole they made in my forehead didn't close enough
for me to get to sleep until around 4AM. This is how progress sometimes
works, though. Whether or not we're comfortable with it we still have to
go through the little self initiations. They were just having a lark
(having their way with me 8)) but in the wider view they were apparently
just inspired by The Operators to do this so that a pathway could be made
for the information/energy I started getting from the dolphins tonight.

Yesterday, still a little cranky from lack of sleep, I'd posted on ew.com
that I'd choose to sit in the middle of a copshop, covered in donuts, and
smoke a fattie before I'd volunteer to have them use this etheric Jaws of
Life to pry open my third eye again but now I get it. The nice thing
about having plenty of orgonite around is that we're now capable of
learning our little life lessons much faster and more thoroughly than
before.

Don't denigrate funky orgonite, please! You may hear a lot about
gemstones, fancy ingredients, arcane coil configurations and massive scale,
expensive devices (these have their place, too, when properly made) but,
really, it's the meek little muffins made of resin, metal waste and little
quartz chips-nothing more!--that's getting the bulk of the global gifting
job done right now. I'm very proud of that proven invention! It's the one
thing that lets people know for sure that this grassroot movement is for
everyone, not just for the genuinely gifted and the camp-following prima
donas and etheric mercenaries and proselytes.

Having said that, battle-tested aficionados like Ryan of ryanmcginty.com,
and Sensei Dennis Griffin who make fancy, arcane weaponry that works, know
exactly what they're doing and can tell you the purpose of each of their
components in language that we can all understand. Dennis sells the fancy
ingredients, by the way, on knivesandcrystals.com

If you have a burning desire to explore the potential of the fancy stuff,
consider that this is more appropriately applied to orgonite devices that
you'll be using within your own energy field, okay? When you're not using
them, they're not doing much at all. These additives are interactive with
YOU, in other words. 'Interactive' applies only when you're conscious of
or next to the devices, not when they're 'out standing in the field.'
Sometimes I feel like a lone crusader with this little bit of practical
info. I know, from three years of forum experience and almost nine
successful years in the healing trade, that many well-meaning people tend
to bound off into waterless regions of the indecipherable, complex and
arcane rather than embrace and apply simple, genuinely empowering
techological truths. There's simply no substituted for a little
intellectual integrity, my friend, and if you're dragging a long trail of
letters behind your name I rather pity you for all of that acquired alleged
knowledge that has jaded your discernment.

For example, thousands of people have spent thousands of dollars, each, on
expensive Rife Plasma Generators and I've only personally known of three of
those people who can get consistent results, the way Dr Rife always did.
This international crowd even gets together in conventions every year to
compare notes on why they're not doing a damn thing to help anyone ;-) and
if I were innocent and blind I'd show up there to patiently explain that a
$2 zapper circuit is all they really need to get those desired results. Dr
Rife didn't have one of those when he was alive. Rife is the early 20th
century science pioneer whom Dr Hulda Clark fully plagiarized, by the way.
I'm mentioning this for the record and to show you that the floundering
alternative healing community is in dire need of some even more alternative
healing and education..

Speaking of integrity, I'm compelled to let you know that everything I'm
telling you right now is subjective; only my own impressions based on
experience and observation. There's absolutely NO authority behind
anything I'm telling you. If you want to understand any of this, you're
going to have to do your homework, which involves some adequate,
inexpensive and risk-free, 3D experimentation. You won't be good for
anything much in this unorganized, grassroot movement if you refuse to do
your homework. You'd just be baggage, in fact, and we all like to travel
light, strike hard and strike fast ;-). I want, more than anything else,
for you to share in what we're finding out in this unfolding global
enquiry. What we're witnessing and facilitating, I believe, is that this
quickly emerging paradigm is sweeping away the metaphysical, spiritual and
intellectual dross of past centuries.

Proof is a funny, ephemeral thing and there really is no such thing as
objective proof or evidence. What passes for proof for the PJ hordes is
official approval from whitecoated, lettered, institutionalized scientists
who look like Grandpa, mutter technobabble and point at obscure charts and
models. If you need that kind of approval in order to do what we're doing,
you ought to just go turn your sparkle box back on and leave us alone.

The idea for gaining confidence and confirmations relates more to this
reality finding a home in our hearts, which are where the action really is
rather than in the minds. Let the mental computer do all it's calculating
and then decide whether this is something you can commit to. The rest is
easy because commitment is a powerful heart function that lets us find and
open all of opportunity's doors.

In the absence of a genuinely open mind, after all, anyone is fully
capable of explaining away every 'proof or evidence' that contradicts one's
myopic personal worldview or self-policing programming. If you have a
passion for avoiding judgement, belief and denial in your experimentation,
though, you'll get more astonishing proof than you'll know what to do with,
I guarantee, if you'll follow our simple gifting instructions. All we can
do is approximate 'proof' for others, otherwise, because the observer is
never detached from what's being studied. Our intention in bringing these
accounts to you is to inspire you to get off your damn couch, turn off the
sparkle box and get busy healing this world with us. Rather than see this
paucity of authoritative evidence as a liability, I want you to open your
mind a bit and consider it as an asset, instead. When you'll take off your
pyjamas, discard your voluntarily applied programming shackles and start
to witness the effects of your dynamic interaction with the cosmos you
might get a little frightened by your own potential, in fact. Wouldn't
that be a nice problem to have? Welcome, then, to the world of personal
sovereignty and accountability!

Years ago, I gave up trying to validate this next-level work for people who
demand proof before making any commitment or taking any risks. I avoid
folks like that, actually, like I avoid getting genital warts (any zapper
cures that 'uncurable' disease in twenty minutes but it's a terrific
metaphor). Since then I've been a little spoiled by the fact that when
anyone has a burning desire to learn about what we're doing, he/she simply
does the work, experiences the confirmations and then no longer needs
validation or justification from others. I think you know, by now, that
I've got no vested interest in whether you believe me or not.

I can tell you, though, that it's very nice to have confidence in something
as simple and empowering as gifting is.

The shortcut into this 'state of grace' is the gifting work itself, of
course. There are still millions of new death towers and HAARP arrays left
to disable and they're all on the earth's etheric grid and in vortices,
so busting them does double duty of freeing the atmosphere and humanity
from the new 'death matrix' and of healing the earth itself. Even though
thousands of people are doing this now it's likely that you can still find
some unmolested transmitters without having to travel very far. Basically,
if the skies are gorgeous where you live (deep blue, lovely, light cumuli,
chemtrails disappearing quickly, no more HAARP muck and perhaps a lot of
Sylph footprints and bright lenticular clouds present) and the smog is gone
it's likely that someone's already done the gifting work there. I bet the
occult/corporate pigs never reckoned on their new transmitters being the
instruments of our enlightenment instead of harbingers of our deaths ;-)

If the atmosphere is mucky in an area, chemtrails are sticking in the sky
for more than a few minutes and there are ominous, sluggish clouds and even
dark lenticulars present the death towers and HAARP arrays are still
operational, simply stated, so just get busy there! Clear the atmosphere
in a day with your little fifty cent TBs and dollar HHgs and seize your own
confirmations. Do at least a dozen or so contiguous towers and arrays,
otherwise you might not see immediate, dramatic results. A $25 gallon of
fiberglass resin from Home Depot, some sweepings from a machine shop floor
and a handful of cheap, busted crystals can get you these confirmations.

Sometimes when we bust a major death array in a vortex we're treated to an
immediate sky transformation and smog-clearing and it costs a dollar to do
that. If that's not enough to start you down the road to realizing your
own potential, do a bunch more towers and notice how consistent the results
are. I believe that these easy acts of selfless service do more to open up
our heart/mind connection and unfold the realization of our own personal
sovereignty than years of meditation, physical conditioning, courtroom
tapdancing and disciplined arcane study could possibly do.

If you're a sovereignty wonk who's memorized Black's Law Dictionary,
though, and can say with conviction that your efforts in court to reclaim
the stolen rights which God gave to all of us in the first place have
significantly eroded this mountain of post-1935 UCC fake laws and fiats
then you're a heroic exception. What would happen if a hundred of us who
drive without lingered in the street with our cars near the exits of our
respective Sherriff Department parking lots and simply refused to sign a
damn thing for the duration of our subsequent abductions? He didn't block
the copshop lot but Constantin did succeed in being expelled from the Las
Vegas jail in September by simply not signing anything. I think he had even
memorized Black's Law Dictionary, too ;-)

Maybe a hundred people could thus destroy the UCC and, by extension, it's
sponsor, the City of London's Federal Reserve Corporation. The only thing
keeping that corporation alive is the sleepiness of the PJ folks. They
can't enforce any of their tyranny, otherwise.

The witnessing of one's own successful atmospheric healing effort has been
the most consistent evidence for this effort's viability that I'm aware of.
The nice thing about having a reputable board like ew.com around is that
when you wonder if you're making this all up you can read similar accounts
by seasoned gifters which will validate that the confirmations you're
feeling from the promptings of your higher instincts is genuine, not
imagined.

Before the death towers were built three years ago one could achieve this
confidence and realization by simply building or buying an orgonite
cloudbuster and watching it blast a huge, blue, vital hole in the
omnipresent sky muck over your town. If you want to live in a
tornado-free, flood-free and damaging-wind-free zone, do make or buy a
cloudbuster (less than $100 for materials to build one in the US) in
addition to busting all of the death towers and HAARP facilities in your
area. Only an orgonite CB seems to have the capability to mollify violent
weather automatically, without requiring anyone's interaction. The up to
date instructions for building a CB are on educate-yourself.org and you can
buy them, already built, from Andy in Los Angeles at ctbusters.com, Steeve
at quebecorgone.com, Markus (Switzerland) at organizer@goalternatif.com, or
Georg at orgonise-africa.net. There are other vendors, of course, but
these four are the ones I know and can vouch for, personally. If you're in
Asia, maybe Ed or Big Lar in Japan will sell you one if you don't want to
make your own, though I'm told there are already a lot of cloudbusters, at
least in Japan and Korea. Pablo in Argentina, who has the Spanish language
board, and Al in Brazil, who has aureocrescent.com,
might build you one.

If you want nuts and bolts info on gifting, read the 'Gifting' instructions
in the Tips and Strategies section of ethericwarriors.com. We edit these
any time we can find a way to simplify the process even more because we
know from long experience that the simpler a healing process is to apply,
the more enthusiastically and universally people will adopt it. If you want
mystifying ruminations and complex, arcane artifacts around this subject, I
can direct you to a number of flaccid, substance-free, English language
internet orgonite boards where a small crew of breast beaters, doubt
mongers, drug addicts and armchair generals will hold forth for you for no
cost at all. I'm sure they're standing by, just waiting for your call and
will make room for you. They need new blood by now, so if you like eye
candy better than sustenance, by all means don't darken our door.

These are the mutinous boards, initially hosted and controlled by my former
alleged allies 'for my convenience,' which I finally left behind in pursuit
of the present, more genuine, unpolluted and supportive forum environment
at ethericwarriors.com, which only I'm responsible for. The hard
realization, that only a cell approach will be successful from now on in
this grassroot movement, was pretty hard to contemplate until last August,
when it had become abundantly clear that the more public and unregulated a
board effort in the English language is, the more sabotage and subterfuge
will be present. The reason boards that are set up in other languages
aren't as savaged by Monarch Program sociopaths is that the City of London,
which is the throne, if you will, of the corporate order, had determined
that if they can completely control the minds of America and the
Commonwealth countries, they'll control the world. The CIA, which oversees
the Monarch Programs, is a subgroup of British Foreign Intelligence, MI6.
If you think I'm making this up, check out the ambience of any of the other
English language orgonite boards compared to the ethericwarriors.com. It
won't be hard for you to find those boards. CIA and MI6 hackers have made
sure that they and their related websites will come up first in most
search engines.

Who's got time to deal with that mess right now? I sure don't-this movement
has grown beyond the capability of any unpaid agency to manage it, much
less someone like me who has no resources, skill, or time to take on a task
like that. There are many thousands of people gifting and I can't imagine
riding herd on the huge, inevitable camp following of saboteurs and
sycophants that are inevitably part of any genuine movement, because the
camp followers who make up the other boards are the ones who demand all of
one's time and energy. People who are actually doing the work don't need
their hands held or their bottoms wiped like those folks do. An army has a
camp following when it's on the move-are you familiar with the term, 'camp
follower?' When the Romans invaded a region, they looked pretty spiffy and
impressive when seen from the front but if you looked at it from behind all
you saw were the ragtag mob of whores, lawyers, professional beggars, con
artists and other parasites who inevitably followed in its wake from camp
to camp and waited to prey on the chumps among the warriors. Don't be a
chump. Most of these camp followers in this case are programmed or paid
sociopaths, courtesy of the CIA's Monarch Programs and British MI6. The
pitiful but vicious and resourceful lapwings are mostly from the latter. I
used to be an Anglophile but I've been cured of that misperception. Where's
King Arthur and Merlin, now that the poor Brits need them then most? Maybe
they could sweep away all of this cultural dross;-)

My posts and even my name have been expunged from those boards, in case you
wonder why I'm studiously ignored in those venues except in unprovoked,
slanderous diatribes. Caveat emptor, my friend. I've only ever been
interested in associating with balls-to-the-wall, self sacrificing,
passionate warriors and for three years I allowed myself to be conned into
'helping' the omnipresent lukewarm and duplicitous, instead. Incessant,
wounding attacks from these fake friends during the first three years of
this effort finally taught me that the lukewarm won't be induced to become
passionate or courteous, the slavish sycophant won't be persuaded to
embrace freedom and accountability and that the more ardently and lovingly
one tries to 'help them be better people,' the more vicious their personal
attacks will be. Divorce from these ringers was inevitable for me, of
course. The fact that a few of them still do a little gifting is a
testament to the creative impetus of simple orgonite, I think. I never
said they were bad people. Most treachery in this world is born of fear
and envy and we all have at least a little of both.

If you're serious about fixing this mess which some of us call 'the
occult/corporate world order' and seizing our lovely planet back from these
too-wealthy corporate pirates, try some of the following recommendations on
your own, then find some equally-committed peers and form another informal
intel/blasting cell. We'll support your efforts to get started, don't
worry, and if you can keep the lukewarm and saboteurs/sociopaths out of
your little group, the way we do, we'll work closely with you from now on.
It will be wonderful for us to hone our own skills by having some friendly
competition. You're going to be astonished by what you'll be able to
accomplish. Are a few of you nice folks on the French and German orgonite
boards going to set up your own blasting cells any time soon? I'm sure
that several of you people are sufficiently psychic to facilitate the intel
part.

Some of us don't use any etheric weapons. We didn't intend to do it this
way; we simply forgot to turn them on, eventually, as we became more and
more familiar with the energy signature (the specific feeling of success)
of blasting predators, which is essentially the same as the energy
signature of healing. The French word for 'warrior' is 'guerriere' and the
word for 'healer' is 'gueriseur;' these words have the same root and when
you get going with this predator blasting work you'll know why that's so.

The reptilian parasites in the occult order have suckered billions of nice
people into assuming that aggression and anger is always a bad thing except
during times that they decide to have a war and draft all the young men for
cannon fodder.. Any parasite specie programs its host this way, of
course. Any parasite specie's collective mind and will signals the host,
too, that it's pointless to try to eradicate parasites.

Dr Rudi verSpoor, an acknowledged authority on homeopathy
(www.homeopathy.com) claims that diseases have consciousness and will and
have to be defeated the same way one defeats a physical opponent: with
aggression and skill. This parasitic occult/corporate world order is
nothing more than a disease. I don't think that's debatable. My own years
of successful experience in the healing trade has convinced me that applied
microcurrent destroys nearly all known diseases by easily and quickly
killing the biological pathogens which cause them. It's an act of
aggression when you stick a zapper in your sock or under your bra strap, in
other words. You're committing genocide on every specie of bacteria,
virus, fungus and worm in your body this way, you bloodthirsty tyrant! ;-)

If you acknowledge that this is so, you'd need to be clinically schizoid to
assume that a similar process isn't needed, immediately, to rid humanity
of the body politic's life-threatening macroparasites, which are the
Federal Reserve Corporation and every single affiliated group, all of the
major banks in London, the Windsor Hive Queen (Whore of Babylon, for sure
;-)) the treasonous US Congress, the treasonous White House staff, the
treasonous US Supreme Court, every single black robed bandit (judge) in the
western world, all secret police organizations, all masons above the level
of the zany Shriners, all voodoo societies, the Tong and Triad networks,
the Yakuza, the Great White Brotherhood, the Vril, the Jesuits, the Mafia,
Cosa Nostra, KKK, the US, Chinese and Russian Army, Air Force and Navy, the
UN and all of its affiliated cancerous organizations, the passionless
reptilian newage/sewage hierarchy, ad nauseum.

All of these are parasitic organizations. None of them are doing a damn bit
of good in the world right now; all of them are simply siphoning off the
physical, etheric and human resources of our wonderful planet and, if left
unchecked, they will all eventually destroy the host, which is humanity.

I'm told that an un-embalmed body, when exhumed from a hermetically sealed
coffin before much time has passed, is so chock full of every specie of
worm that they pour out of every orifice and erupt from the skin everwhere,
presenting a spectacle that might have come out of Stephen King's
frenetic imagination. Those are the progeny of the parasites which had
been living in that body for years while it was still animated, some of
which species were no doubt responsible for the person's demise in the
first place-- 'The conqueror worm.'

This stage is the heyday, the glory realm for all parasites, in fact,
because their progress is no longer being held in check by the body's
immune responses. Of course, the end of immunity also seals their own doom
and the party in the coffin is short lived. The occult/corporate world
order has been looking forward to and meticulously planning for a similar
heyday (theirs) for countless generations. Like any other parasite, they
apparently just don't consider that destroying the host would be their own
end. Parasites are not entirely sentient beings, after all-people like
that who have no conscience aren't moved by virtue or even by rational
thought. Did you have the impression that these voracious corporate
monsters actually know what they're doing?

It's said that the rich man plans for future generations and the poor man
plans for Saturday night. What we're seeing, now, is that compared to the
scions of these ancient counting houses in London, Rome, Paris, Geneva and
Vienna the poor, profligate man's actually got more integrity because he's
at least not harming anyone else and his goal isn't ultimately suicidal ;-)

We're engaging in activity, now, that may ensure that these uninvited
macro-passengers will never get to party among us like their micro
counterparts, the worms, do in a rotting carcass. Right now, the movers
and shakers in this ancient behemoth have to settle for overcoming babies
and young children in blood rituals and an occasional large scale
massacre-by-proxy of innocents, which they're sponsoring in Iraq right now.

When Germany invaded France the French Resistance formed fighting, sabotage
and intelligence cells. There was no apparent hierarchy for the Germans
to infiltrate because in a cell, a few efficient, resourceful people can
know and trust one another properly-there are no strangers among them to
wonder about. But the movement was essentially unified in purpose, at
least; they all knew what needed to be done and they collectively did more
damage to the vast German occupying forces than could be done by an
invading army.

What we know from experience on ethericwarriors.com is that when a small
group of determined people get together to oppose this vast, ancient
behemoth effectively we become more attuned to each other, more trusting,
more resolute, more confirmed, mutually supportive, more aware of our
Helpers and, actually, happier & more contented as individuals. What can
be better and more satisfying than finding one's own destiny and carrying
it out, after all? I really want you to experience this now! Of course, if
you're just reading this for entertainment or a little inspiration, read on
and thanks for doing so! Tell your friends and family about us, please,
even if you only want to ridicule us. There's no such thing as bad
advertising.

Some of us actually have scars from being assaulted by our stalkers during
sleep, which is the only time we're vulnerable. Many of us still get
poisoned regularly, beamed with powerful, focused radiation, our businesses
sabotaged, our friends and family members compromised (the weak ones, only,
of course) and this takes place so routinely that we don't even mention it
any more unless we feel overwhelmed, at which point we usually ask our
fellows for etheric help. That help always fixes the problem, thankfully.
Also, most of the inventions and weaponry I'm discussing in this essay were
born of necessity and near desperation during the dicier periods of this
effort's brief history. This isn't a game for us, please understand, even
though we have fun most of the time and joke with each other a lot.

The mutinous boards sure aren't the real threat to us these days. I think
the Operators want to keep them around, at least as camp followers, to
demonstrate some dynamic contrast between the real and the fake in this
growing movement.

We've gotten enough second and third party feedback from our intel/blasting
sessions to know that whatever is accomplished in the etheric realm
strongly affects the physical realm, which is arguably just a shadow of the
etheric realities. A negative example of this is when a serial killer
initiates radiation 'treatment' on a cancer sufferer. Radiation is a
function of ether and is dense, deadly energy which affects the entire
body, not just what these jerks are aiming at.. Radiation destroys the
person's energy field (aura) first, then the body soon follows in most
cases.

Repairing the etheric field is chancier than simply repairing the body, as
anyone who tries to get free of marijuana addiction knows. The ripped
etheric field of a pot addict becomes a self-regenerating threat to his/her
personal integrity becase even a Harmonic Protector can't then guard the
person from the entrance into one's body of a host of ambient parasitic or
predatory entities and thoughtforms. My objection to mind- and
aura-destroying substances isn't a moral one at all; it's entirely
practical.

A zapper-any zapper-will quickly and efficiently cure cancer (I've never
known this to take more than three weeks, even in very advanced cases) but
if radiation has been applied, the zapper won't be able to affect the
cancer. I've been directly aware of hundreds of dramatic cancer cures by
my customers who bought and used zappers over the years. I've also been
directly aware of at least that many people who started zapping their
cancer after receiving chemo and/or radiation treatements and most of these
folks didn't survive this 'treatment' and 'practice' of the serial killers.
Here again, I know better than to try to prove something like this to the
Pajama Folks and there's a chance that if I were to publish the cancer cure
testimonials I would be murdered or framed by the drug cartel, just like
hundreds of genuine healers have as casualties of the ongoing War on
Healers.

A positive example of this is that when you're under severe psi,r
radiation, infrasonic and/or electronic assault and are feeling overwhelmed
you can put on a Harmonic Protector (worldwithoutparasites.com) and the
attack will seem to just stop. Really, you've simply boosted, balanced and
reinforced your personal etheric field (if you haven't stupidly ruined it
with pot or booze) and the attacks simply bounce off of your surrounding
aura after that. The attacks don't stop then, of course; they're likely
intensified right after that but you just don't feel them any more because
the orgonite in the specifically configured HP transmutes the energy of the
attacks into an even stronger etheric field around your body. Carol and I
accidentally discovered that principle while lying on a Florida beach, four
years ago, within deadly-energy range of a nuclear power plant.

These occult/corporate minions' psi, radiation and electronic weapons are
designed to slowly kill entire popluations by savaging our etheric fields
(auras). This is obviously one of the many functions of the new death
towers. See why it's essential for you to disable the ones that are in
your own town? If you don't want to disable them for your neighbors, do it
for yourself and your family! What have you got to lose? This movement's
big enough, now, that I don't ever hear from most of the folks who are
gifting, perhaps the majority of whom don't even comprehend English, so you
can be sure I won't be looking over your shoulder and shooting my mouth off
about you ;-)

If you're wearing a Harmonic Protector and you actually feel an assault,
it's a focused personal assault by one or more of the thugs of the
occult/corporate order and you're then free to attack your assailants.
Just 'return to sender' with extreme prejudice in that case. Get some
practice with this and you'll be astonished by how fast the symptoms will
just go away when you hit these criminals back, hard. If you don't bust
the towers, though, you can blast these structures 'til the cows come home
and it's not going to make a lot of difference because the death towers are
sort of like the incessant artillery barrages that keep the infantry (us)
cowering in the trenches. Blasting them might only give you a momentary
reprieve. Only gifting seems to perpetually disable these extremely
powerful, fortified transmitters. Go do the heroic commando thing and
disable those horrible towers! It doesn't matter whether you actually
believe and perpetuate the lie that these towers are for cellphones as long
as you just gift them.

I've written around fourteen pages by now and haven't discussed the nuts
and bolts of the blasting process or mentioned any of the weapons except
the Succor Punch. The reason I'm taking this approach is that I needed to
prepare the ground a bit before planting the little suggestion seeds for
you, otherwise you won't water them with care and will forget about my
instructions right after you read them and will probably just go back to
accepting the undeserved punishment that the occult order heaps on you
24/7. Also, without some background explanation I could just tell you what
we do but you might not comprehend it. I think you're ready now.

As I said, a lot of us don't use physical weapons any more. To say, 'we
do it with our minds' shortchanges the description and in fact our entire
bodies are involved, along with our minds. The mind's not in the driver
seat. You'll get it, so bear with me.

I'd better do this in two parts. This way, someone who already has a
sense for what this is about can cut to the chase and just read Part Two.

 

~Don

 

 

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