Gifting a Bioweapons Dump to stop Red Tide
Jeff, Carol and I traveled to the Florida
Gulf Coast a couple of days ago to drop orgonite on a location
in the Gulf of Mexico which Carol identified as the alleged
dumping ground of a massive amount of bioweaponry, perhaps
mycoplasma or a derivitave. We round out about it from the yacht
broker who was trying to help us find a suitable catamaran last
fall.
Over dinner, he told us about the
persistent red tide that’s plagued the Florida coast line for
ninety miles or so from Tarpon Springs down to Venice. As usual,
when the fellow was talking about the situation surrounding the
beginning of the problem, which was that a contractor who makes
biological weaponry for the Bush family got sore at the
government and ‘spitefully dumped a large number of leaky
barrels into the Gulf,’ Carol got the psychic impression that
the dumping was an attempt by the US Government to see how much
destruction can be wrought in the ocean this way, and for how
long.
The corporation is connected to a
university in Sarasota, where environmentalists are getting
funding to 'try to figure out how the persistent red tide was
caused.'
I’m posting this in some haste because as
Jeff and I were finishing up the gifting, Carol was surrounded
by cops in combat gear while she waited to pick us up at the
boat dock. The only other time we’ve been openly accosted by
cops was when a platoon or so of federal cops in black uniforms
sort of swarmed D Bradley, Ryan McGinty, Carol and I at the end
of our day of gifting at Devil’s Punchbowl, coincidental to the
arrival of a large number of well-to-do ‘celebrants’ for that
evening’s (about to fail, heheh) satanic, human sacrifice
ritual there, in the ‘closed’ park facility.
On her way to pick us up at the public boat
ramp Carol lost a couple of hours. She feels that this was a
protection measure; a gift from The Operators. This has happened
to us a few times on crucial, risky gifting sorties. We're all
well protected, folks. She arrived at the boatramp, at the end
of our fifty mile run from the dumping ground, just a few
minutes before we did and as we approached the facility she was
already backing the boat trailer down the ramp.
We had to replace a worn tire on the
trailer, soon after that on our way south, and Carol was knocked
down by another energy weapon assault as I was walking beside
her. She identified six feds in a van across the road in a
parking lot. The van sped away after that but Jeff, Carol and I
‘did’ them all a few minutes later. She said these were all
just jerk feds, not Chinese nationals or offworlders.
The blast, as usual, was aimed at her back
in the heart region and she fell forward before I could catch
her. Fortunately, the Vitalizer we got from Doc von Peters
patched her up pretty well in a short time and she told me that
the feds are particularly anxious that we not report about their
bioweapon dumping ground, fifteen miles due west of the entrance
of Aclote River and in 44 feet of water. We’re now spending the
night at a campground on Sanibel Island, farther south, in
preparation for Jeff and I driving the boat across the state to
gift the Calusahatchee River, Lake Okeechobee and the St Lucie
Canal. We made quite a load of TBs for this entire venture, as
you might guess. The only HHg we used was one of Carol’s
pyramids, which we added vanes to--ensures it lands upright on
the bottom--and dropped exactly in the middle of the dumping
ground, out in the Gulf.
Carol dowsed the location on the
chart-graphics GPS as I moved the crosshairs around for her in
that area, which she’d dowsed from a larger map several days
ago. She told Jeff to look for a dark pinkish tinge in the brwn
DOR field on the horizon, west of where we launched the boat.
That river mouth is where the Greeks in Tarpon Springs
traditionally go out from to get their sponges, by the way. My
first encounter with the sea was near there in 1952, when I was
a three. I saw a hard-had diver in a rubber suit walk right out
of the sea, through the short surf and onto the beach and I
screamed. My mom was unable to drag me to the water after that.
I laid in our tent tonight, scratching, for
four hours before deciding that maybe I’m being prompted to get
this posted before Carol drives back, alone, across Florida with
the boat trailer in the morning after she drops Jeff and I off
in the boat at the Sanibel Island Bridge. The sewer rats seem to
love to gang up on her and, once this is posted maybe they’ll
lose some heart and go bother someone else for awhile. Carol,
right beside me in the little tent, went right to sleep and
hasn’t been scratching a bit. It’s a pretty standard tent with a
screen fine enough to stop all biting creatures from coming in.
This also happened to me three nights ago, at home, where there
are no bugs in the house, and I got up and transcribed half of
Peter Reich’s article, then went to bed and the itching had
stopped. I guess I’ll figure it out later. I posted that
earlier and will post the rest after I get home and transcribe
it.
Have you considered that there are now
thousands of ‘cosmic engineers’ like you and me in the world?
When Reich was around there were only a small handful and they
all worked with him directly. I bet he’d be proud of the way
we’ve all been getting familiar with the same subtle energy
dynamics that he had discovered, even though most of us have
never read Dr Reich’s writings or even read about him, much. It
may be that he’ll finally be exonerated and vindicated through
the consistent, substantive and selfless work of this vast,
unorganized gifting network. Just like us, Dr Reich waged war,
defensively, against the predatory, fascist/corporate US
Government and predatory off-worlders. I doubt he even realized
that those two species are on the same team.
What will save this quiet network from
obscurity is the good habit that some on this board have
developed of posting not only their gifting reports but also the
confirmations and insights they’ve gained from those
experiences. Taken altogether, this is hard, empirical evidence
of orgonite’s raw power to heal the world and also of our
ability to neutralize predators, for which we’ve got a shining
track record, so far. Maybe if Dr Reich had stumbled onto this
ability before we did he'd still be around. Maybe Peter Reich
will show up to teach us what he knows.
I lived in Sarasota, which is one of the
areas plagued by red tide now, twenty-some years ago and the
water in the Gulf, then was sort of milky green from all the
plankton in it and loaded with fish and other sea life. Now, the
Gulf along this coast looks prettier because it’s clear; but
it’s clear because the plankton have been killed off by the
acidic excretions of the living pathogens at that dump site, who
feed on the plankton, multiply like crazy and drive the fish
away. In ninety miles of sea gifting we only saw a dozen or so
small fish in our fishfinder and there were absolutely no
fishing boats in sight. On the first day we saw a shrimp boat
but shrimp are bottom feeders and thrive on DOR. I suppose that
if there were shrimp out there we'd have seen more than one
boat.
The first day we put in near the entrance
to Tampa Bay and gifted for 43 miles south along the coast. The
sea was pretty rough, so we returned on the Intercoastal
Waterway, behind several long keys. There were a few fish
‘behind’ the islands and also birds and people in boats,
catching fish. We could taste the acidic gases that are produced
by the bioweaponry that caused the red tide and the entire sea
and sky in that area just felt dead and depressing.
The next morning, after feds siphoned 40
gallons of gas from the boat while we slept in a ‘secure’ motel
in an upscale community near Tarpon Springs, we gifted for
fifteen miles west to the dump site, then 43 miles south to the
Tampa Bay ship channel, then around Egbert Island, which the
Coast Guard uses and Carol said has something intensely nasty on
or under, then on to meet Carol, 8 miles or so south at the
boatramp with the witless SWAT cops. We disappeared the car and
boat on the way out of there and saw a few frantic feds looking
for and through us until we eventually got the tire place in
Bradenton and they found us again, which is when they assaulted
Carol. Psychics are particularly vulnerable to these electronic
weapons but you and I won’t likely even feel the blasts if we’ve
got some orgonite in the vincinity of our thymus.
That’s the third time in as many years that
Carol’s been knocked flat while walking with me and I never felt
a thing. Well, the second time, which was last April, she wasn’t
actually knocked down--maybe because they nailed her from the
side rather than from the back. She caught herself on me that
time and we stood there and blasted the rats until three of the
four vehicles they were using left the area. The fourth one, a
large, new pickup with a blacked out windshield (only feds have
those) was occupied by an adroid, she told me, and he/it was
immune from blasting. We nailed his handler, though, when we got
home.
That was two days before they killed our
dog (and made another attempt on Carol’s life) and it was also
around the same time that they tried to kill Ted Gunderson and
Sherman Skolnick. Lots of genuine patriots are dying too soon,
these days. Skolnick was apparently hospitalized, then, as was
Ted, and Sherman Skolnick eventually died a couple of weeks ago,
unfortunately. When Ted was hit, Ken Adachi called Carol to ask
for our associates’ help. We went to work on Ted and his
assailants in the following Sunday chatblast and he’s doing
okay, now. I wish we’d known about Skolnick in time to help him
because his untimely death is an enormous loss for everyone who
practices free speech and investigates reality effectively. Ted
was living in a condo complex where there are lots of retired
feds but he’s prudently moved to a safer place, since several of
his neighbors were implicated in the attempt on his life.
Back to the bioweaponry dump site: I marked
the spot on the GPS and we went pretty much straight to it. When
we got very, very close, Jeff was able to see the dark, swirly
energy that characterizes a polluted/pirated vortex. It was a
few yards off the mark that Carol made, but certainly close
enough and I think it’s great that Jeff saw it so clearly. When
we got in the middle of that area, he saw the DOR as a sort of
umbrella, overhead, and we stopped the boat to watch the pyramid
spiral down, out of sight. Of course the jerks picked a vortex
to dump their deadly poison in, like a viper that knows to bite
a vein. We made a fast circle with the boat for a mile or so
around that and Jeff tossed out a dozen towerbusters; neat. Then
we headed for the Tampa Bay ship channel and Egbert Island, 43
miles south, and dropped a TB every half mile, as usual. I’m
still learning to steer by the compass, I’m embarrassed to say.
In that cloudless sky there was nothing to aim for and we were
out of sight of land for awhile.
The only fish that made an appearance in
the past two days were two, small flying fish that sailed away
from the boat the instant we reached Ground Zero. Jeff saw them
and we both saw the white chemtrail jet that passed exactly
overhead when we got there. The spew disappeared immediately,
I’m happy to say. Much farther south, we saw a few small fish
in the fishfinder (sonar). We also saw almost no seabirds,
which is another indicator that there are no fish.
Here’s news you can use: Roy, the Costa
Rican marine biologist who was Carol’s guide on her trip there
in December, 2004, told her that he looks for large, graceful
black seabirds birds to find the dolphins. That’s happened for
us a couple of times off the Florida coast. They have an
affinity for dolphins. They’ve been my favorite birds since the
first time I saw them in the Caribbean in 1971--long, curved and
elegant wings and long, forked tail like a swallow and their
bodies are quite small. They can spot a fish from hundreds of
feet in the air and dive like a hawk, straight down into the
water with barely a splash or sound.
If I were a trickster I’d tell you that
they get the name from what they seem to call out after they
miss their targets: Friggit!
I think they were named by sailors who were
simply reminded by them of the most impressive and graceful
things they’d seen above the surface of the sea: frigates, the
largest and most graceful of the fighting sailing ships in the
1700s.
We like being out at sea where no land can
be seen as long as it’s not too rough. Even that area seemed
sweeter, no doubt due to the orgonite we laid out along the
coast, farther south. Water gifting greatly magnifies orgonite’s
potential and range, which is why we’re doing so much of it in
this region now. There are lots of cloudbusters around here but
the gifting has been spotty and lots of new HAARP towers were
erected, close by, after several existing ones were gifted. Jeff
will probably drive over here and clean up the loose HAARP ends
before the HAARPicrats generate any storms this ‘season.’ It’s
‘too little; too late’ for the HAARPish sewer rats and maybe
what will ultimately blow HAARPicanes out of the water will be
the water gifts.
We didn’t see any Sylphs the day before but
on Day Two one Sylph clearly formed in an otherwise empty sky
above the end of our seagifting route, which was the beginning
of the previous day’s gifting run. Even I could tell it was
struggling to appear and we all felt it was thanking us for our
efforts and success. It did get some help from our little
cloudbuster, which we always take out in the boat.
We later poked a nice, round hole in the HAARP-generated, black
storm over our campground at the end of the day so even though
we put up the tent in the dark, at least it wasn’t also in the
rain. Jeff’s sleeping in the back of the Jeep right now and if
the felonious feds can steal gas out of the boat tonight they’ll
deserve a medal for valor. It’s a good thing we have a big gas
tank and keep it topped off or Jeff and I might have been
ingloriously retrieved by TowboatsUS.
Each day, we were greeted by a pod of
bottlenose dolphins toward the end of our runs. They came a lot
closer to the boat than have the black-backed, smaller spinner
dolphins who often show up at the end of our gifting runs along
the other coast. We tossed one dolphin ball out to them, each
day--it’s all we had on hand. The dolphins obviously weren’t
there to feed because there were no fish.
There, I’ve stopped itching and the article
is done, so maybe I can get a little sleep before the Big Day of
gifting right across Florida in a boat. That report will follow
in this thread but maybe not right away. We’ve got some good
guys to help and some bad guys to interfere with the following
day in the Etheric Warriors global chatroom.
~Don |