By Zuerrnnovahh-Starr Livingstone
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April 11, 2005

Joan and I took Highway 64 west out of Taos NM. We stopped to see the Rio Grande Gorge. It took me less than a minute to determine that this was a fracture in the crust of the continent, not a canyon created by erosion. The river was hundreds of feet below the bridge and the walls were vertical cuts through many layers of lava and basalt. Simply put, the ground broke and the river took the easiest path. I could see that there would be a resonance generated by the fracture and the river. More on that later.

A few miles west on 64 one of the ranches had been subdivided into a very unusual suburb of Taos. The homes were off the electric grid and are solar powered. At first glance the acreages look like UFO crash sites and the aliens who survived used the pieces to fashion homes. There was a sign indicating tours available but Joan and I got out the binoculars and looked at them from the side of the highway.

At Tres Piedras we turned north on Highway 285 towards Colorado. This area is all high altitude desert and cattle ranching is king. In Colorado towards Alamosa there is irrigation and some farming. At Alamosa we took Highway 17 north and off in the east we could see the great sand dunes of the Great Sand Dunes National Monument twenty miles to the east, held in place by the Sangre De Cristo (Rocky) Mountains. I immediately thought of Lemurian Seed Crystals growing in the sand. It is likely that elemental energies are assembling grains of sand into large double terminator quartz crystals. Gnomes at work, making the world a better place.

Between Hooper and Moffat is the Crestone UFO observation platform. A lot of UFOs have been seen in the area. I think the platform and satellite dish decor were used to make a B-movie.

At Salida we turned onto Highway 50 and followed the Arkansas River to Canon City. The weather was warm and the chemtrails did not hide too much of the blue sky. There were no chemtrails from Taos to Salida but starting over the national forests north of desert the chemtrails grew thicker. It was as if the desert was fine as is and the plan was to spew over the trees until they were gone too. Do they want to make all of Colorado desert?

Along the Arkansas River were sports fishermen casting their flies out over the clear water. In this river the fish can be seen clearly. "There were so many fisherman," Joan said, "The fish do not stand a chance." I said, "The season must be short." We learned later the fishing season is year round. I then said, "Fish and Game must restock the river on a daily basis." The river has a lot of LIFE in it.

We drove up to the Royal Gorge, refused to pay the twenty dollars each to walk onto the suspense bridge 1056 feet above the Arkansas and saw the gorge from the parking lot. We should have had a video camera. No, not for the gorge but for the sylphs overhead. They cleared the chemtrails in minutes from haze to chevrons to lenticulars to blue skies. Two spewplanes flew into the breach of clear skies and their chemtrails were gobbled up immediately. These are dangerous skies for sylphs. Cheyenne Mountain is just a few minutes away as the sylph flies. If the US Air Force wants to claim ownership of the skies it would be over Colorado.

There was one giant sylph and maybe six thunderbirds, where the giant sylph was over five miles in diameter and the thunderbirds were under a mile in diameter. They were definitely risking their skins to make a point about something with regards to the Royal Gorge itself. One of the thunderbirds took on the shape of a fish with two eyes on its head. It changed position in the air and one eye blinked shut. The sylph was now in alignment with the Arkansas. Fish! Water! Royal Gorge!

I went to the fence and looked a thousand feet down to the river. I looked at the rocks. I looked at the crystallization of the nearby stones. The rocks on both sides of the gorge were the same, pink granite with especially large crystals. Pink quartz, pink feldspar and mica flakes the size of a silver dollars. Like the Rio Grande Gorge near Taos, this granite canyon was not eroded by water. It was spit by tectonic movement, on purpose, this was no accident. Doh! It is a Jomon, matching pair of super megaliths! Energy from the twin pillars are broadcast up and down the valley through the water, ground and air. That is why there is so much life in the river. Even the fishermen would be getting a buzz from this huge standing stones: Cosmic fly fishing at its best.

Mother Earth out-Masons the Masons. The Masons stole the twin pillars from ancient cultures and built the World Trade Buildings only to blow them away. In Colorado are two stones equal to the height of the Twin Towers. The twin stones are energy generators based on the principle of life itself. The WTB fall was to symbolize death and destruction. Life has power, death has no power.

The Jomon was a megalithic culture dating back more than 5000 years in Japan. They left many standing stones, some of them matching standing stones. Such stones may have stabilized the seismically active islands by tuning into higher dimensional energies and into the Earth energies.

I explained this to Joan at Royal Gorge and thanked the sylphs.

We shopped for groceries in Canon City and I could feel the buzz from the mind control electromagnetics. FEAR and CURFEW were in my bones and crawling on my skin. After a few days in the mountains the cities of the plains did not seem welcoming. We camped at Pueblo State Park and had a restless sleep. Later as we drove into Pueblo we spotted a cell phone tower with seven layers of emitters and receivers. Again this one tower could have handled most of the cell phone usage in Manhattan. There were not enough cell phones in all of Colorado to warrant such a tower. I could feel electricity in my bone marrow.

We were planning to camp above Denver and out of the irritating buzz we felt at Pueblo. From Colorado Springs we went to Woodland Park and stopped for Sunday Brunch. This is when we learned the pope had died. Then we took Highway 67 through Pike National Forest. All the campgrounds had been destroyed by forest fire and shutdown. Strangely the towns and houses out of the park were unaffected. There were no campgrounds above Denver. We drove through Evergreen, Morrison, Conifer and then down to Golden. There were four RV parks. We checked into one and found out that a Hell's Angel's Club House was next door. The second RV park was on the other side of the hundred parked Harley Davidsons. We had found a third RV park in downtown Golden but it did not feel good. Driving from that RV park we passed by the Coors Bottling Plant. I felt something buzz me and shouted out about watching for people making left turns which scared Joan. Joan's heart was racing, she could not get enough air and she turned bright pink. She has been hit by a psionnic weapon.

She had been driving and the Coors plant had been on her side of the camper. We switched drivers and I drove into Lakewood along West Colfax. Businesses were shut down everywhere. There was a huge Wal-Mart at Wadsworth packed with cars at 6:00 PM on a Sunday. The rest of Colfax was economically devastated. Bikers in black leather patrolled the streets and only the bars with Harleys parked nearby were open. It was as if the 1950s Marlon Brando movie about a biker gang taking over a town had come true in Lakewood Colorado. We drove back towards Golden and elected to check into a Holiday Inn, the same hotel I stayed in 1981 when I was last in Denver. In the phone book the nearest RV park was in Aurora. There were more RV parks in our town of 15,000 than in Denver and vicinity.

Joan was in terrible shape. I made my introductory calls to Slim Spurling and Tim White. I arranged to meet Tim in the morning and Slim in the afternoon. My solar plexus was a ball of angst, fear and horror. Even after a long shower there was still FEAR and CURFEW. After her shower, Joan was still bright pink and shaking. I brought in some orgonite from the camper and put it on our solar plexuses. Solar Plexi?

The sleep was not restful. I could hear Harleys tooling along Colfax even though our room did not face Colfax. The hotel was virtually empty. There were only four cars parked on our side of the building. Along with the mind control broadcast there was the Wierneke like Commands going directly into the base of the brain... SAFETY..... SAFETY..... SECURITY...

Were the Harley riders immune to the FEAR ... CURFEW broadcasts? Does black leather and insignias make one scarier than the mind control broadcasts or are they a piece in the same puzzle?

We met Tim White at 10:00 AM Monday and told him about our experiences. Tim said Coors has a huge underground base beneath it. He said the Rocky Mountains from Cheyenne Wyoming to Albuquerque NM are full of underground bases unlike any other place in the world. Colorado and Denver appear to be control central for the NWO. Denver International Airport is their airport, as it can be seen in the artwork on its walls.

For the next two hours he "downloaded" reams of information onto me. Tim is a walking and talking computer memory bank. His biography is unbelievable, but I believed it. Tim's skin tells the tale.

At noon we left to see Slim. We hopped onto I-25 and headed north. Traffic was thick and sometimes we were at a standstill. North of Denver the traffic thinned and the speeds increased. The posted speed limit was 75 MPH and that was the highest speed I was going to push the thirty year old motor. We were the slowest vehicle on the road.

Joan was feeling better when we pulled into a Safeway supermarket in Firestone Colorado. I saw a payphone and tried calling Slim. He was not home. He may have been expecting us later in the afternoon. Joan went shopping for groceries. I waited outside and phone a few more times. Once I left a message on his answering machine. I went inside to check on Joan. She was finished paying for the groceries and she was lobster red everywhere I could see.

I ran up to her as she was about to faint. She was holding onto the grocery cart to keep from falling. I stood beside her and she was crying, shaking with fear, saying, "I feel like I'm going to pass out." Her heart was racing. Slowly we walked together to the camper. She got into bed and I put away the groceries. I asked her what she needed? She said, "Let's get out of here." Without calling Slim to cancel, we did not stop until Laramie Wyoming.

Why target Joan? Why not target me? Are they trying to get to me through Joan? From 1973 to 1976 I took Melchizedek training in Denver. Joan had the same training, but was only in Denver for about 6 months.I remember being hit a few times by a psionnic device while walking in front of the Kittridge Building in downtown Denver. It was a odd feeling to go from being wide awake to falling down sleepy in a few seconds

[Ed. note-this is called a 'sleep wave' and it's done with tightly focused microwave energy that will only effect the person or persons being targeted. I've experienced this myself while traveling in a car a couple of years ago in Arizona with two other people going down a steep mountain with narrow roads and absent of guard rails. It was 10a.m.and we were fully rested. One person fell asleep completely and I was struggling to keep my eyes open. Thankfully, the driver had more protection than we and was able to handle the driving safely, although he remarked later that he had never experienced such a thing before. When we arrived at the bottom of the mountain about 30 minutes later, we all suddenly returned to a normal state of wakefulness. It was obvious to the three of us that the dark side had targeted us to have an accident that morning, but thankfully, the lighter side had different plans..Ken]

I was able to maintain consciousness and run a few blocks and shake off the grogginess. A couple of other times the blast was even heavier but I was able to walk away from them too. I told the teacher. He said to expand the energy field and always hold Christ alignment. Joan has not had the experience and depth of training that I have had. I was hit in Golden Colorado, but it did not affect me the way it affected Joan. I held her in a protective action of consciousness.

As an aside, in the early 1970s the National Transportation Safety Board was running into a problem with pilots falling asleep at the controls. Our teacher said it was negative psychic imposition. A psionnic weapon generates the same imposition. After a few months the problem seemed to have disappeared. It appears the weapon was being tested widely and may have brought down aircraft in unexplained crashes. It is the same sort of device which induces sleep before Grey Alien abductions. The same weapon can induce heart attacks.

As we headed into Wyoming there was only a small bit of FEAR... CURFEW.... SAFETY... SECURITY buzz in the base of my brain. Joan was feeling much better. We slept twelve hours that night and awoke ready for the drive back to Canada.


Zuerrnnovahh-Starr Livingstone

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Part Six, Wyoming, Idaho, Washington and British Columbia

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