But what about the more subtle effects on human consciousness?

Why are we regularly busting (gifting with orgonite) places of political power, places of religious indoctrination, human suffering? These places have significance not on a physical but on a spiritual or conscoíosness level.

What was the purpose of gifting Auschwitz and Treblinka and other concentration camps and places of torture and mass murder?

Why do we find it necessary to surround masonic lodges with Orgonite?

Orgone swirl in the freestate after gifting Ficksburg and surrounding areas

Interestingly, Don Croft built his first orgonite cloudbuster (yes, all the main popular orgonite tools have been pioneered by Don Croft and he should get a lot more credit for that) not in order to disperse chemtrails or end unnatural droughts, but in order to blast the consciousness of the corrupt city officials in town hall in his then town of residence.

The consciousness effects of orgonite are much more difficult to document or prove than the protophysical ones.
The proof lies hidden in subtle observations. It will never be accepted by sceptics and that’s OK with us.

How can we know?

Intuitive or psychic perception

Direct psychic insight is one way of ascertaining the consciousness effects
of orgonite. From this side we have received a lot of confirmation from many healers and clairvoyants whom we have met along our journey of the last few years, including such eminent and well known shamans as Credo Mutwa.

Here are just a few examples that come to mind without much searching. They stand for so many other – often casual – feedbacks we have received over the years:

• psychics associated with the international orgonite network have found that holding a piece of orgonite, especially one of the pulsed devices such as SP-crystals or Power wands is making it easier to send and receive psychic energy. We use this extensively in the chat sessions at etheric warriors, where we use energy sending to blast the negative entities causing mayhem on this planet. Experienced healers and psychics do not need orgonite in order to perform acts of distant healing, psychic energy sending or remote viewing or sensing, but orgonite helps less experienced etheric warriors to become aware of these abailities by sensing the energy that can then be directed using visualisation.
  

Credo Mutwa loves Orgonite

• Sensitive people who introduced orgonite in their household report deeper sleep, more vivid, often lucid dreams and less or weakened etheric attacks.
  
• People who constantly work with orgone and are exposed to positive orgone fields start becoming more perceptive of subtle energies and more trusting in their own intuition. That is very much our own experience by the way.
  
• My daughter Katharina and I on one of our early gifting trips encountered an abandoned cemetery with the grave of a girl that had died very young. We both fealt the heaviness and the sadness of her death. A more accurate psychic would peobably have found thet her spirit was still lingering around. After we had placed the orgonite, we felt such great relief. Both of us had to cry. (sceptics will say we were just a bit hysteric, I know…)
• Whern I was travelling in Uganda with Don we gifted Bujagali Falls, a distinct energy spot that had been deliberately desecrated by Idi Amins murderous governement by dumping the corpses of thousands of murder victims. After we had plunged some orgonite pieces into the rapids we saw thousands and thousands of Bats rising from under the overhanging river banks. There was no way that our presence could have physically disturbed them a the rapids are roaring so loud that none of our throws was audible. Funny enough, we all had that eerie impression that they were the trapped souls of Idi Amin’s victims now suddenly being released by the burst of positive energy.
  

The list could be extended endlessly and of course the impressions and sensations in  the psychic realm are of a subtle nature and not made to convince sceptics.

Observation of behaviour changes

Observations of behaviour changes would potentially carry more weight with scientifically minded sceptics as they are open to statistical verification. In the absence of funding for large scale experiments with suitable oversight, they remain “anecdotal evidence” which is routinely dismissed by the scientific establishment. However we should keep in mind that a lot of good medicine and science has been based on keen observation and just such “anecdotal evidence” while “science based medicine” has managed to lower life expectancy in the USA from 74 to 68 years in the last decade. That should make one think.

• After we had given it a major push by gifting the whole of Johannesburg, previously known as the murder capital of the world (not quite rightly, Bogota has a lot more murders per capita) the rates for serious violent crime, such as murder, manslaughter, robbery with aggravating circumstances dropped significantly for the first time since 1994. That was about 2003. The number of killing delicts for example dropped by 13%.

• A very good friend with access to the political top leadership in a neighbouring country reported a “new healthy insecurity” among the decision makers after introducing orgonite into the personal space of president, head of secret service and other top military and political personnel. (A very subtle but accurate observation in my view)
• People stop quarreling and become able to “just let go” in cases of unresolved conflict. They become more constructive in problem solving and tend to work together so much better. One example was a couple whom we had know for years and who had run a business together. At some stage the love relationship between Christo and Merle somewhat cooled down but there were so many things holding them together. A never ending quarreling, bickering and mutual psychic torture commenced. At some point we installed a cloudbuster and some orgonite in their garden and – lo and behold – suddenly they let go. She went to live in another city and both found new partners. I would not mention this if he had not told us that he clearly sees the sudden relaxation as a result of the positive energy introduced by the CB.

Christo and his orgonite CB October 2003

• A friend of mine worked in an open plan office for a large IT company. The office and furniture was in drab colours and everybody seemed to slouch through their day in a very dpressed fashion. After putting a few TBs in the access flooring and more orgonite in the server room, I returned a few months later: “By concidence” the office had been refurbished in happy pastel colours and everybody (same people) had a spring in their step and a fresh sparkle in their eyes.
  

How is that possible?

The Muslims have a great saying: “Allahu Akbar”, which losely translates into “God is great”.
What they are trying to express with this is a wonderful humility in accepting the limits of the human mind in explaining how the universe really works.
Modern theoretical physics is a lot further down the road of understanding these limits than the more mundane proponents of the mechanistical worldview want to make us believe. Since Heisenberg’s “uncertainty Principle”, we know that we can either know a particles state or it’s momentum, never both.
Further research seems to suggest that all perceived material phenomena are ultimately consciousness. Even the (mis)nomer “energy” for those states of the universe of potentiality seems inappropriate. From a quantum physical perspective it seems as if the observing consciousness creates “reality” by collapsing a “cloud of probability” into that which it actually perceives.
Many recent authors with a background in theoretical physics have started exploring the spiritual implications of this new world view. (Don calls it the emerging paradigm, as opposed to the recedign paradigm of the mechanistic worldview)

A new paradigm emerging: Quantum consciousness

So, all explanations would be highly speculative and the vocabulary to be used in order to describe these dynamics is not yet settled or agreed upon.
One can describe it in a “new agey” way or try to introduce concepts of the new physics. In any case these are only approximations, metaphors for something we intuitively perceive and where we can see the effects, but we don’t really know how it works. Maybe we have to acept our limits of understanding and gain more experience in these realms before we venture into formulating new all encompassing “unified field theories”.

In some way that which Wilhelm Reich called POR or Positive Orgone Energy is obviously creating a more positive flow on the consciousness level and not only on the physical.

Orgone pioneer Wilhelm Reich

Wilhelm Reich described the relation as follows:

• DOR (Deadly Orgone Energy) = Contraction, rigididty, fear, death, striving for control
• POR (Positive Orgone Energy) = pulsation, energy moving in vortices, joy, life, creative self-regulation

Of course we know that Wilhelm Reich’s pronouncements and theories are also only approximations. He was partly stuck in the materialistic world view of his time and did not say much about consciousness.

The best way for you to find out is to try!

Another dam wall "sabotaged" with orgone gifts: Haartebespoort Dam West of Pretoria

Some of our psychically gifted friends even found that our imprisonment as a “labour of love” has unleashed even greater healing forces in the region than an outwardly successful and “smooth as planned expedition” could have done. I am not prone to much mystical speculation and still believe in the value of good old solid orgone-ite gifting in order to turn whole regions from places of misery and decay into paradisical gardens.

So we want to be back in Northern Mozambique and finish what we started sooner or later.

All these projects are not forgotten.

But in the meantime it may be wise to focus on our home turf and do a lot more work in South Africa. After all, our main push in gifting South Africa has been in the years 2002-2005, thereafter we have ventured out more and more into African countries, trying to expand the cover of positive energy over the whole region.

Of course we can say that chemtrails and excessive HAARP modulations have basically vanished from South African skies and that rains have been quite good with very few pockets of drought remaining. That’s despite however hard the other side may be working on creating these “climate change” conditions in support of the fraudulent “global warming” agenda.

(more global control is of course the main objective there, apart from the anticipated boom of trading in “carbon rights” derivatives)

The South African weather service has acknowledged that general rainfall in the Eastern parts of the country has increased while in the western part there have been parts suffering from drought like conditions.

Let it be known that the EASTERN part is the one we gifted most thoroughly and that we were only able to close an important gap on the West Coast of South Africa in March / April this year.   so the impact of this change on the rainfall statistics is still to be seen.

We take all drought scenarios in our adopted region as a personal affront by the way and feel challeneged to do something about it. We really take it personal!

Haartebespoort Dam is one of the 2 major water reservoirs for Gauteng Province, the economic engine of South Africa with Pretoria and Johannesburg as it’s two majo cities that have grown together into one major metropolita area.  We had plopped a few gifts in there with my first boat before taking it to the Zambezi in Zambia in 2006, but obviously not enough.

Friederike makes a funny face as we steer towards the dam

The boat was finally repaired from all the damage suffered during our Mozambican adventure and had to be taken for a spin in order to run in the new pistons. So Haartbespoort dam was a natural choice as we are aware that it’s heavily polluted and and infested with algae and water hyacinths.
Another factor that makes it an attractive target is the closeness to the nuclear research facility at Pelindaba, the place where South africa built it’s first nuclear bombs and is now doing research for the pebble bed reactor they are so keen to build.

In flagranti: putting the orgonite were it belongs!

In the background Pelindaba nuclear research facility

I am not sure if the orgone-ite will do something about the infestation with the invasive water hyacinths that are clogging up so many African waters these days. After all it doesn’t help against mosquitoes either. But surely, gifting such a large water body so close to a nuclear facilty will have an impact.

I did drop more than 30 TBs on the terrain of Pelindaba in 2003 btw, when it was much less protected and secured than it is nowadays.

Then they were not yet sure what to do with it, after South Africa had officially reliquished it’s nuclear weapons aspirations. so they wanted to turn it into a “hatchery” business park for innovative new ventures nurtured by the government.
I think now with the global warming scam lending renewed “carbon credibility” to big nukes, they are very busy preparing for a nuclear future here in South Africa.
Another reason why they love nukes so much is the financial investment volume they call for.
The banksters just love to create billions of dollars worth of new debt instruments, (money out of thin air for which they can charge interest) especially if they are guaranteed by a relatively solvent government like South Africa.

Oh, all the money that can be made by creating this debt and then trading it down the bankster feeding chain.

Millions of people producing their own free energy would of course only spoil that fiesta which is why it’s not happening, not because of technical limitations.

Zoom onto Pelindaba: In need of orgone-ite

Nuclear energy generation is DOR (Deadly Orgone eneRgy) par excellence. It doesn’t go much more DOR than that. Maybe “Hot Fusion” is worse but that process has not yet been mastered as we all know. We believe that all the cancer and genetic mutation observed around commercial nukes is due to the massive DOR cloud hanging over these sites of accelerated entropy. Just like with the cellphone towers, it’s not the electromagnetic aspect of the emissions that makes us sick. It’s the etheric. That’s why every nuke needs to be ringfenced with lots of Orgone-ite and earthpiped as well.

Someone told us of a guy in Ausralia who publicly stated that a nuclear reaction cannot take place in a strong positive orgone field. Soon after making this information public he was visted by four men in dark suits who told him to shut up.
That was before the grass roots orgone-ite movement became so wide spread and the knowledge of orgone energy so common that it’s now impossible for the darksiders to remove this information from the public realm with such crude measures.
Instead, they have now taken to infiltration and “spin” whereby “false gurus” are planted into the interested community, seemingly promoting the good cause but in fact detracting from the empowering simplicity of basic orgone-ite gifting.
Do not trust anybody who makes orgone gifting sound difficult, OK?
Making orgonite is simple, everbody can do it and everybody can gift their environment with great effect without any esoteric or scientific knowledge whatsoever.

Never forget that!

That’s the first layer of discernment you need to use when evaluating information on the subject.

HAARPy sky clearing up after the orgone deed is done

When we drove out the sky had looked a bit soupy, indistinct and “flat” which is typical fo lots of electromagnetic interference. MAssive orgone gifting reglarly opens up such soupy and flat skies, first “exposing” the electromagnetic ripples before it starts forming into distict and well articulated clouds, mostly cumulus.

That's how an orgone charged sky looks like in rain mode

This is how an orgone rich sky looks like in the build up for rain. I love it!  You will learn to notice the difference as you start having your own gifting experiences.

The damage done: Haarties after the "sabotage"

The deed is done: approximately 150 TBs along the border and through the middle. Let’s see if the lake can recover now.

Southern Africa busted - orgone gifts are blue dots, cloud busters little flags

That’s the status quo of our orgone gifting effort so far. Next year we will adress minow gaps in South Africa and Botswana and look after “special places” closer to home.

If an opportunity for a long distance expedition arises, we will of course take it.

In the first part I told you how an optimistic and ambitiously planned orgonite gifting expedition landed us in prison in Mozambique. The story is interesting not so much because of it’s pity factor (poor us for having to endure 53 days of detention under quite harsh conditions, at least by first world standards) but for the major publicity it created for the cause of orgonite and the interesting interaction between us detained orgone warriors and the highest institutions of the Republic of Mozambique, namely the presidency and the office of the prime minister.

I shall try to use an as much as possible chronological format from now on, in order not to get carried away and confused.

Sabotage, espionage, terrorism: orgone warriors accused of unspeakable crimes

Monday 20 April

We soon realised that our situation was much more serious than we first thought. Somehow police interrogators all over the world are quite smart in getting their victim’s cooperation by giving them this feeling of “come on, we’re just going to ask you a few questions and if everything is as you say, you’ll be free in no time” so you come along without too much fuss and are much easier to handle for them.

So we had thought this prison was just a temporary holding cell and we would be out of there in no time. They even let us go in there with our cellphones and other belongings, insinuating there was no problem keeping the stuff. It was not like this of course and the first thing was that all our private belongings were taken from us and checked into a steel cupboard at the prison office.

As is to be expected, we were quite apprehensive at first and rather cuddled in one corner of the large hall where other prisoners were gathered around an open fire.

The structure was obviously an old disused car workshop of sorts.

It had an airy roof on steel trusses that allowed for a strip of sky to be seen and provided good ventilation. The old offices on the left side were used as the actual cells. 5 of them as far as I remember, each about 3 x 4 m where 17-21 prisoners had to sleep on the naked concrete floor.

Tuesday 21 April

we were called out to attend a complete search of our car under heavy armed guard in the presence of police, customs officials and secret service offices. Many insinuating and leading questions were asked and the general atmosphere was quite aggressive. Especially the customs official took on a very threatening and unpleasant pose.

Nick, the Manager of Ugezi Tiger Lodge where we had camped came to see us in the evening. He said it was very difficult for him to see us and that he had to try 3 times or more in order to finally be granted a visit. He said he would not be able to visit us again. We asked him urgently to help find a lawyer for us. The same message was put out to a bystanding business man who watched the scene of our car search and with whom I was able to exchange a few words.

Wednesday 22 April

Our case officer Senor White (a black Mozambican, but somehow he or his family had aquired this English surname) took us to court, after we had pestered him with fancy legalities for a while about not holding us illegally without charging us formally. But no paper was produced and nothing was explained to us. We went back without result. White obviously wanted it to look like some kind of legalisation of our imprisonment, but it wasn’t.

At this time we were told to expect a few days until they would have conducted some tests and then of course, if everything was as we said….

Same old tactics.

We were not heavily guarded, basically walking to the court with Sr. White and could have easily run away if this had seemed a viable option to us. Convinced of my innocence I wasn’t ready to risk all my confiscated property and my life in an adventurous escape. (How nice it would have been for them to hunt us and shoot us while trying to escape, no more questions asked)

Maybe they did this on purpose to entice us to do just that. Otherwise I could not explain the strange contrast between the severity of the allegations and the sloppyness of our guard.

Thursday 23 April

After a rather featureless day, only interrupted by counting appeals (chamada) and eating, we were finally visited by Dr. Nhantumbo, who was the lawyer somehow alerted to our need either by Nick or that anonymous business man. We will never know for sure, how word got to him.

If you think in terms of what you know about criminal procedures mostly from American movies, you may believe that detainees have “a right to their phone call” or some such niceties.

This doesn’t seem to be common practice in Africa. (See my similar experience in Zimbabwe in 2006, www.orgoniseafrica.com/prisoners.html) Things happen via the grape vine or actually you depend on the goodwill (to be achieved through bribing) of your carcer masters.

A rather good looking and well dressed tall black man with an energetic and youthful demanour, Dr. Nhantumbo immediately became our ray of hope and focus of all the sympathy and trust we could muster. In other words: We loved him to bits from day one!

He came in with his wife who doubles up as his secretary. They were allowed to use the desk in the little office of the prison to interview us. After taking statements of our version of events they were quite shocked I think. After all, they had been told that we were terrorism suspects by the police whom they had seen first to get aquainted with the case.

Herminio, as we should call him for most of the time suggested a fee of 750 USD per person for the four of us to which we agreed. We felt quite invigorated after the interviw and were even able to pass on a zapper that we still had in our”handluggage” and a piece of orgonite to him. We were under the impression that our feelings of sympathy were mutual and that Nhantumbo genuinlely sypmathised with our case, which gave us great hope. He was independently pointed out to us as the best lawyer in Tete Province by other prisoners. (prisoners tend to know a lot about who is who in the legal system they’re dealing with)

Friday 24 April

This time it was for real: We were taken to court in order to legalise our imprisonment. Now in the presence of our new found lawyer, we made our statements.

We were confronted with all kinds of printouts from our cameras, with a focus on cellphone masts and other objects of “national importance”. The drift was obviously to concoct a kind of sabotage story. Also they confronted us with a “test” conducted in laboratories of HCB (Hidroelectrica de Cahora Bassa) the operating company of the dam.

This test was of more than dubios nature and extremely manipulative in it’s conclusions. But it was accepted by magistrate judge Dr. Domingo Samuel as enough reason to hold us pending further investigation, despite the fact that he had to already admit irregularities in the procedural handling of our arrest and detention.

While they admitted that the orgonite did not dissolve in water, they subjected it to all kinds of very aggressive substances such as fluoric acid etc., then to observe that the dissolved orgonite after such treatment was forming a rather toxic slurry (no mention here that the lake is not made of highly concentrated acids, but of pristine and clear water) which might then be potentially corrosive to the turbines of the dam etc.. also it was noted that water into which one of our orgonite Tbs had been inserted showed a pH value of 2.4 which is acidic.

This was portrayed as potentially damaging to aquatic life forms. Again minimum scientific requirements were not met, as no critical evaluation of quantities took place. After all the dam has 53 cubic kilometres of water. Did they immerse the TB into a glass of water or a bath tub? What was the pH of that water before they immersed the TB? None of this was mentioned yet the most adventurous conclusions were drawn from the funny and layman-like “experiments” that they had done. Enough fig leaf for them to toss us back into the slammer.

It was clear then, that someone was hellbound to have us go through this ordeal without any reference to truth or simple common sense. This “test”was outrageous and the judge knew it as he privately admitted to Nhantumbo, but they went ahead never the less.

At this point we had the impression that the satanic coven seeking our punishment was hiding within the structures of HCB. This suspicion was fuelled by the fact that Nick had told me before our full scale arrest that the environmental director of the local HCB management crew was particularly angry or rather more than just angry with what we had done.

The amount of anger thrown at us and the kind of sustained energy behind the “investigation” began to puzzle us as it is so untypical of Mozambicans who are normally rather laid back with a clear tendency towards “lazyness”. But this….?

Had we succesfully disabled some unacknowledged secret underground base? Alien hive?

I tend to think so because the buzzing angry energy they threw at us had all characteristics of a disturbed hornets nest.

That same day and typically without presence of our lawyer we were subjected to further intimidation in what can only be called an attempted shake down.

Carlos and I were called out and handcuffed. Tino was also handcuffed and locked away in one of the cells while Prophet was locked into another cell without hand cuffs.

We were led first through the police station, always in handcuffs and under heavy armed guard. The demeanour of the soldiers and policemen was very threatening and we were now really afraid. This looked to me like they were about to bring us to a place of torture, some cellar where they can beat you up and nobody hears the cries. All African police forces do that if they deem it fit and probably in Western countries as well. But somehow the whole thing ended in confusion. A vehicle that they had ordered, arrived late (typical Mozambique) and once they had crammed us inside, suddenly they changed their mind and brought us back to the prison. Apparently they had wanted us to point out to them where we had put orgonite in Songo and surrounds, but we told them that was difficult as we would not remember the concrete spots and GPS logs were inconsistent and not very accurate.

After all we did not want to give them more incriminating evidence and were quite happy with the fact that they had no material proof that we had tossed anything anywhere at all, apart from our open and forthcoming “confessions”.

Now they went for Prophet and we started fearing for him, thinking they might see him as the most vulnerable of us 4 and try their ugly trade on him.

After about an hour, when it was already dark, Prophet came back unharmed, alas!

He told us they had driven with him to the office of HCB and left him waiting in the car under guard for most of the time. After that they had come out with some of the HCB people laughing and he was then driven back to the prison. They had apparently been watching the movie footage from my little film camera and now thought they “had us” because it shows us tossing stuff, sometimes near cellphone masts.

A big fuss was made about our electronic equipment even in court where they made it look like these freely available consumer electronic items like GPS, cameras etcetera where the latest from Mr. Q in a James Bond Movie.

We were now more than ever convinced that this “investigation” was driven by HCB and not the police itself.

Definitely none of the printouts and sophisticated analyses of contact networks based on our cellphone data that they had shown us in court was within the technical and even intellectual capabilities of the local police.

HCB runs the show in Songo, that’s for sure, as the whole town was only built to accommodate the builders and engineers who built the dam and also now HCB is the only game in town economically.

Apparently they have their own security organisation and probaly a bit of an intelligence network too.

After all, Cahora Bassa is considered probably the most important single structure or building of superior economic importance in Mozambique.

It can be considered a national monument and a lot of the anger that was purposefully directed at us was fuelled by feelings of hurt national pride or feelings that we had violated their souvereignty. These feeling are deeply rooted in a history of decades of civil war funneled by an inextricable melé of foreign interference including of course mercenary commandos who would blow up bridges, lay land mines and other such gruesome activities.

How easy for someone who wanted to deter us from further gifting in Africa to trigger all these traumatic memories in a country where people still get maimed by leftover land mines every week or so?

Saturday 25 – Monday 27 April

We wrote a detailed statement, refuting all accusations that we have become aware of so far. First we formulate it in English and then Carlos translated it into Portuguese. We wanted Nhantumbo to be well armed. No action by the “authorities”.

Tuesday 28 April

They had brought in high ranking prosecutors and criminal investigators from the capital Maputo in the meantime.

Obviously there was a sentiment in Maputo that “the local boys could not handle it”.

We were brought to a different building in town, the local prosecution office. After a while a cavalcade of relatively shiny 4×4s arrived and a few gentlemen who seemed very convinced of their own great importance alighted from those vehicles and entered the building.

Nhantumbo was also there.

I was called in first. The chief prosecutor from Maputo, the highest ranking one in that delegation did not partake in the interrogation. The actual interview was conducted by a prosecutor and a police criminal investigator from Maputo. I do not recall their names even though they did introduce themselves. But we did never receive a copy of the written record of this interview.

The often leading and insinnuating questions were very much geared towards the complex of “espionage, sabotage, terrorism”.

Not a surprise, as obviously whoever started this made sure it stayed on this level. They had to of course deliberately ignore a lot of information in order to prevent common sense from entering the picture. I wonder if any of these guys ever took a look at my website www.orgoniseafrica.com.

I gave the address to the police at the first interview.

We were under the impression that this information and our previous statements to the magistrate were deliberately supressed in order to keep all the players in this mind frame as if they were involved in a “big fish” terrorism case.

Despite all these adverse factors, I believe our statements made an impression. We were calm, friendly and cooperative but not submissive. Later heard through the grapevine that the prosecutors found me arrogant, probably that’s the part that I call “polite but not submissive”.

We did not deny any of the material facts and generally told the truth about our expedition, what we had done so far and what we had planned to do. I also told tehm freely about my previous expeditions of similar nature. This is public knowledge anyways, so why not talk about it.

Carlos went in second and that was all that fitted in one day.

Wednesday 29 April

The interviews – or rather interrogations – continued with Tino and Prophet. Nhantumbo had meanwhile managed to find some Portuguese websites talking about orgonite and submitted the printouts to the prosecution. Obviously a good move to show that we were not the only website talking about it and that it had entered the Portuguese speaking world independent of our little troupe. After the interviews were finished we all had a good feeling and somewhat expected the charges to be dropped immediately or at least next day. This feeling was especially fuelled by what we learned informally and totally “off the record”:

1. Apparently another test had been conducted in Maputo and found the orgonite sample free of any dangerous substances.

2. The guys at HCB had finally looked at our website and now knew that we were innocent of Sabotage, espionage or whatever was the charge against us.

We had seen the prosecutors speak very animatedly with Nhantumbo and congratulate him on his good work. So we really expected it all to be over very quickly now.

In the meantime I had developed a painfully swollen leg, probably started by a small wound I had contracted stumbling over a high step in the prison at night on the way to the toilet.

Thursday 30 April

A decision on our fate is indeed promised and our hopes are high but no news transpires. Prison routine. I develop fever from the infected leg. We have no more zapper at this stage.

Friday 01 May

Today we are not let out into the open hall. After the morning appeal the whole prison is locked back in the hot and stuffy cells.

We later found out that the guards who knew we had money were basically displeased because we had not paid them a goodwill bribe yet. That was the reason why the whole prison was made to suffer. Welcome to the Mozambican “justice” system!

We corrected that of course, by paying them. It was a bit difficult to do that with a dignified face.

Saturday 02 May

Corruption is an important part if not the most important part of the interactions between wardens and prisoners in Mozambique. As we were to learn, everything can be bought: drugs, prostitutes, food, privileges of all sorts. Of course there is always a limit where the warden would compromise his position and continued employment. He does not compromise that normally or the bribes wióuld have to be extremely high.

We used the system to gain access to telephone calls by buying wardens airtime in return for which they allowed us to send SMSes home and ask our home team (mostly Friederike was the one who kept the others informed and talked to me frequently) to call us back.

In this way we had frequent communication with home while in Songo. This was to change later when we were transferred to the provincial capital Tete, but for now we were able to speak to home almost daily. We were also able to speak to Nhantumbo who told us he was in Maputo to “cut the bullshit at the top”. Obviously he was trying to utilise all his contacts to prevent the “Authorities” in Maputo from falsifying or further delaying the test on which our freedom depended.

Just a little anecdote by the side:

when I first entered the prison I was shocked by the grotto-like filth that was called the bathroom in this place. There were 2 squatting toilets of broken porcelaine with permanently running water. Everything around these toiltes was quite filthy and one would not want to come in touch with any of these surfaces for sure.

In the same compartment there were 2 pipes sticking out of the wall with equally permanenetly runing water. Nobody has ever installed a water meter there apparently and so they kept water running happily the whole day also in the big hall through an open channel that traversed the whole length of the hall.

One could get into this shower by balancing over a few slippery stones which gave the whole setup it’s cave like appearance.

Very basic conditions!

I only realised after a while that these horrible ablution facilities were obviously considered a blessing by the wardens who regularly took showers there, obviously not having running water at home.

The normal wardens earn no more than 100 US Dollar worth of Mozambican Meticais per month. No wonder they are so keen to augment their meager salaries.

Sunday 3 May

No news nor action from the state side. We wither away in relative boredom.

Some general observations:

Theoretically prisoners in Mozambique have similar rights to prisoners in more developed countries. The wardens gave us a brochure called “Os direitos do detidos” or “the rights of detainees” among which we found familiar ideas like:

• The right to legal representation. In case a detainee cannot afford a private lawyer this would even include a state lawyer.

• The right to nutritious and healthy food

• The right to physical exercise

• The right to proper medical care

• Freedom from wanton corporal punishment or other abuse

Interestingly that little brochure needed the sponsorship of at least 11 or 12 foreign embassies in order to get published, symptomatic for the donor dependant mentality in this country.

The prison food alone is not nutricious enough to maintain even minimum health. It consists of rice, maize meal and brown beans, nothing else ever, two times a day.

That’s it, day in day out for years to come if one is sentenced.

Without supplementation from what relatives may bring their detained kin or what prisoners are allowed to buy outside through privileged prisonmers who are allowed to go out, this must definitely lead to disease and death. Subsequently we found that many of the long term sentenced prisoners looked quite emaciated, pretty much like what you normally get shown as “AIDS” victims.

AIDS in Africa of course is basically malnutrition + vaccine and medication induced damage to the immune system, so the prison diet just accelerates a trend that affects poor Africans inside and outside the walls of prisons alike.

Some prisoners get beaten every day and a large group of the sentenced prisoners are allowed to leave their stuffy overcrowded cells only for the counting appeals. Surely no organised effort to allow for healthy exercise is undertaken.

State lawyers are an unheard of luxury and those who can affort the exorbitantly expensive private lawyers find that their communication with those lawyers is being obstructed at any level. Nor do the police have a culture of respecting the rights of lawyers or the relative sanctity of lawyer-client privacy. We were officially not even allowed to phone Nhantumbo nor was he automatically called to be present in ad-hoc interrogations.

Medical care was basically the dishing out of pills to those who had been declared sick.

A nurse from the hospital came from time to time to administer pills.

I had received antibiotics for my infected leg only from Nhantumbo. Afte a while the guards started giving us disinfectant and penicillin powder, the only chance to control the festering sores under the generally dirty conditions.

A doctor only came to see me much later after a general attitude change was ordained from above, not in the normal course of events.

Hygiene is difficult to maintain under these crowded conditions. Nevertheless we observed that the prisoners are trying to keep themselves clean and washing of clothes, taking showers and so on takes up a lot of time in the prisoner’s life every day. Ingenious systems have been devised by prisoners. Personal belongings hang on strings from hooks under the roof, so that foods or other belongings are safe from rats and mice.

Since the prison cells are not opened at night, prisoners have invented a smart system to urinate into a cut plastic bottle which is inserted into a tiny hole in the floor near the door that is basically a small pipe connection to the ditch outside with the permanently running water.

You have to learn to use it though and a bit of urine is allways spillt.

Our every day prison life in Songo

We managed to do quite a bit of exercise while in Songo prison. I did about 20-30 minutes of Yoga exercises and Tino and Prophet did a round of Tai Chi every morning. Carlos did not participate in any physical exercises but did a lot of meditative grounding work while standing upright with closed eyes. All this attracted quite a bit of curiosity of course. We decided not to care though for “public perception” for what was there to lose if they thought us a bit weird?

Prophet even did one of his poetry recitations which always include singing and powerful recitations of spoken words which caused quite a stir.

At that time we still hadn’t finished all our books, so reading helped to fill some of the slowly passing time. Since they had confiscated about 6000 Mts in cash from us, we could access that money for the buying of food (and other usefull expenses)

For breakfeast we mostly had bananas, freshly baked Portuguese style bread rolls and some very chemical jam and margerine.

To augment the maize-pap (they call it Nshima in Mozambique) we got tinned sardines and also we were able to get our dry food box from the car with some camping pots to use over the communal cooking fire.

We got along well with the other prisoners who were not particularly violent or threatening.

On the contrary, we heard many heart breaking stories of crude injustice that had brought many of them to prison. Of course not everybody there is “innocent” (whatever that means in a sick society like Mozambique, where lies and deception and cruel oppression of the majority by a greedy and totally corrupt “elite” is the normal modus operandi) but many sit months and years for petty crimes like stealing an egg, while those who put them there are happily stealing millions without any sanction whatsoever. A weird system.

Simple people without money basically get convicted as accused.

If the boss says they have stolen they get sentenced accordingly. Finished and klaar! No investigation, no witnesses apart from the accuser needed. Investigation is regarded as a cumbersome burden anyways and shunned wherever possible. That doesn’t prevent some of these gents to pose as “investigative officers” because the title sounds impressive.

This is probably still like under the Portuguese slave masters. Tete was a major base of the unofficial but thriving Portuguese slave trade up until mid or late nineteenth century when it was still witnessed and described by David Livingstone.

Of course you get your career criminals and gangster kingpins who even at prison brazenly enjoy the privileges and relative power their illgotten gains can still buy them behind prison walls.

Apart from reading and exercise we soon had another pleasant distraction: we had made a makeshift game of chess out of an A4 paper and even the pieces were drawn with ball pen on paper and carefully torn from the bigger page.

So we played chess a lot.

Prophet actually learnt it in prison and got quite good at it over the weeks.

We watched the strip of sky that we could see between the surrounding walls and the roof a lot. We found lovely cumulus and a lot of humidity in the air. Unusual for the time of the year, approaching the dry winter period where the sky is normally steel blue without clouds.

We also noticed the sweet, energised taste of the water that was flowing so freely through our involuntary home.

That water was pumped directly from Cahora Bassa and you could feel the lovely orgone created by our many orgonite gifts. Surely it did not smell or taste “contaminated” in any way.

Despite our outwardly unpleasant situation, I remember the overarching feeling as peaceful and happy, as unbelievable as this may sound.

We had many good conversations and especially Tino proved to have great entertaining talent with his word-by-word true renditions of many movies from “For a fistful dollars” to “Blackadder goes forth” and Louis Farakhans blood curling speech “The shock of the hour”. So we did have a bit of fun once in a while, mixed of course with anxiety about how our strange situation would further develop.

In the meantime our home team did not sleep

There was lots of talk of accessing high ranking politicians in Botswana and South Africa. After all Tino has been a very respected pilot in the Botswana Airforce and was offered a high profile job directly by the president of Botswana in a one hour personal interview just before our trip. We could expect some support from that corner and should later also learn that it had been forthcoming albeit with no immediate effect.

Monday 4 May

Spoke to Nhantumbo. He’s still in in Maputo. Said he had not seen the test results but that “everything is under control”.

Tuesday 5 May

we’re getting restless, waiting for news. In the very late afternoon in already fading light we were suddenly called out, handcuffed and brought to the yard of the police station. Wondering what this was about and fearing another shake-down style aggressive interreogation we were pleasantly surprised to see TV cameras and a bunch of cilvilians who turned out to be newspaper reporters gathered there.

In fact Nhantumbo had mentioned earlier that he would “bring in the media” if the case wasn’t resolved soon. Had he arranged for this?

It turned out that the TV host from Mozambique’s national TV was definitely a friend of Nhantumbo’s and in fact we were able to speak to Nhanmtumbo through the TV guy’s phone.

Carlos gave a lengthy in depth interview which went quite well. All of us were asked a few questions and the TV producer asked the camera man to zoom in on my swollen leg which looked quite awful by then.

Wednesday 6 May

Things now seemed to turn in our favour finally. We’re picking up from what other prisoners tell us that favourable voices were increasing out there in radio and newspapers.

Also suddenly a doctor from the hospital came to see me about my leg and even though she only looked at it from a distance then to prescribe another antibiotic it was a sign of changed attitude. The doctor even told the prison wardens that I had to ly with the leg raised and someone fetched a bench and everybody was suddenly fussing about me.

Prophet gave a radio interview. It seemed the media were now catching on to the story big time.

In the evening I was called out into the commander’s office. 2 gentleman, one of whom was introduced as a provincial government official were with commander Jorge. The other one spoke German fluently and told me he’d studied in Munich. Everyone was suddenly extremely friendly.I was offered bisquits and Coca Cola and they apologised for the inconveneniences we were having to endure. They said it was only going to be another test and a few more days and then we would be surely free. Interesting. The hot – cold treatment or what? I told them they must talk to Tino as well who has flown so many support missions for the Mozambican army while still a pilot in the Botswana airforce.

By then we did not know yet that our story had made international news headlines from BBC to Portuguese national TV and all the major South African Newspapers and some national radio stations. A friend of mine even heard about our fate on the radio in Berlin.

Thursday 7 May

We still haven’t seen Nhantumbo in person for 8 days or so. We officially demand the right to phone our lawyer in writing and the guards confirm delivery to commander Jorge.

No reaction. Instead Senor White comes in and demands that all our goodies that are still held in the steel cupboard are turned over to the police station. We are made to sign a new amended list for the confiscated goods. We wrongly think this is some kind of petty retaliation for our audacious demands. We would discover the next day that the concentration of our goods in one hand was the preparation for transferring us to Tete, the provincial capital.

The battle in the press had begun, to a much larger extent than we could fathom from our isolated position in prison and it seemed to swing in our favour. Now finally we really felt reason for optimism.

Suddenly we heard the president saying in the radio that nobody should jump to conclusions about our guilt or innocence. Then the Prime Minister came on and said she believed we were innocent.

Friday 8 May

No wonder we thought it was going to be our release when we were told to pack our things in the morning and be ready to be transported to Tete.

With all the build up of the last 48 hours we thought they had scheduled our release to be done in Tete.

The wardens and even the quicksilvery “commander Jorge” all let us feel that they expected us to be set free in Tete. People in the prison system tend to get a bit sentimental when a prisoner gets released.

The may say things like “we hope you’ll keep us in good memory” and so on…

It is also known that terrorist hostage takers have a desire to be liked by their victims. Same here.

Of course the usual delays made the waiting long. Finally we were packed in the back of my own Landrover handcuffed to some other prisoners while most of our belongings were haphazardly thrown onto the back of a pickup truck that had to accommodate more handcuffed prisoners. The boat was hooked onto the Landrover and armed guards squezed into the Landrover and the pickup trick.

Little did we know what was to await us in Tete, so clearly was our mind set on freedom…

To be continued in Part III – watch this space!

Battle by media – the top guns get involved

Punishment without crime

Staring down the beast: They lost it!

Afterthoughts

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It was meant to be another Orgonise Africa expedition like many before… only bigger and better: The Great Zambezi Expedition No 2. In 2007, I had ‘gifted’ the Zambezi along the border between Zambia and Zimbabwe for about 600 km. Now we wanted to follow this great African river further; down to the sea, all the way through Mozambique – and even connect from the delta to Vilankulos, where my previous ocean-gifting acivities had reached so far. The previous Zambezi expedition had already produced wonderful results; namely increased rainfalls in Southern Zambia and Northern Zimbabwe. Together with the recent gifting of lake Malawi, we hoped to achieve a real breakthrough with this expedition.

Water gifting on a large scale has the potential to energetically ‘liberate’ whole regions – and when I mean regions, I’m talking large parts of subcontinents like Southern Africa, not just a few counties in a small European country. I’m talking of thousands of ‘Towerbusters’ distributed over thousands of kilometres of waterways. The immediate visible effects are not as dramatic as the massive gifting of deathforce transmitters (misnamed ‘cellphone towers’ or ‘radar installations’).

Nevertheless, they are profound and long lasting.

Water is the main ingredient of life; a carrier of information. Increasing attention is paid by the worldwide alternative research community to water’s ability to store emotional information (see the well publicised work of Massuru Emoto or the recent DVD: Water – the Great Mystery, available at www.waterthemovie.co.za).

The Zambezi is one of the truly great rivers of Africa, the third most important one after the Nile, and the Congo. The Zambezi region in Mozambique has seen much of the atrocious fighting of a decade long drawn out civil war and much subsequent suffering and trauma. What could be a more suitable feature to gift in order to uplift the energy of this country?

The planned route by boat: Cahora Bassa, down the Zambezi and along the coast to Vilanculos.

The satanic pentagram over Zimbabwe.

A few months before our departure, Francie, one of the psychics that regularly participate in the chat on www.etheicwarriors.com, identified the above satanic pentagram as a figure installed by ritual black magic in order to hold Zimbabwe down energetically. Two of the end points of this slightly distorted pentagram were within reach of our expedition, and we were happy to include them in our target list. One was near the small settlement Mecossa on the way from the Gorongosa National Park to Tete, the other near the Luangwa confluence with the Zambezi; the Western boundary of Lake Cahora Bassa.

Getting Ready

The preparations for this trip were thorough and expensive. I bought a new boat with two engines in very good condition and a lot of new safari equipment. I had custom-made fuel tanks manufactured for the boat, in order to be able to store a maximum amount of fuel for the long trips we were to make between possible refuelling points. The longest I figured would be from Marromeu on the Zambezi to Beira; approximately 340 km. There were many uncertainties to contend with and not a lot of information available. This part of the world is not a tourist area…

Obstacles Mounting

Getting there was hard. The unspeakably bad roads of Mozambique were shredding the boat trailer to pieces – we lost a wheel after Vilanculos and were delayed for many hours, driving back to source new wheel bearings. Luckily, the axle was undamaged. This happened many more times before we reached the Cahora Bassa Dam. When we reached the Dam after 5 days of travelling, we were proud of the obstacles we had overcome so far, but also aware that there was marked resistance to the success of the trip. Was this black magic etheric resistance or just bad luck; an oversight in my preparation?

After a day of preparing the boat we took it out for a first test drive, which went well. We were quite happy with its performance, so we prepared for the great day of the big trip to Zumbo, on the other end of the lake, and back. Driving up and down to Songo to get more petrol, packing camping stuff and Orgonite on the boat filled the rest of the day. We felt we were ready and set our alarm for early next morning in order to be moving by first sunlight.

The boat was in the water by 6am, but we found that it was totally overloaded and, with that weight, we could not get it up to speed – instead of about 40 km/h we were only moving at 10-12.

We had to decide quickly. The solution, not easy but necessary, was that only Tino and I would do this trip and the others would remain at the camp. We also reduced the camping gear and food supply. Finally, Tino and I were up-and-running, and in a good mood… the weather was great, almost no wind, and the water very calm.

When we reached the large open water after about 40 km, one of the engines started to behave strangely, gradually losing power. We stopped to take a look. It took us hours to take the carburettor apart, clean and reassemble it, but there was no marked improvement. In fact, the engine would not start again at all.

Finally, we puttered back using one engine, at a speed of just 10km/h. Our comrades looked on with big, dissapointed eyes to see us back so early and without having accomplished much. At least we had laid out a string of TBs over the 40 km we had travelled; dropping one into the river approximately every 1000m.

The next day was spent further dismantling that fateful engine with the help of Gary and Steven, two friendly people who were working nearby. We ended the day thinking that there was something wrong with the ignition coils.

Forcing it: The Fateful Trip on the Pontoon Ferry

I guess this should have been the point of going home after so many warning signs and obstacles; just a few too many to be ignored. I would not accept defeat, as it would not only mean breaking-up the expedition, but also writing-off so much time and money that we had invested. When would I next be able to repeat this and get this far? When would I be able to again gather a team of four?

Since we had mastered the previous obstacles quite well, I was willing to push the envelope.

Lake Cahora Bassa – The distance from the dam wall at Songo to Zumbo is about 240km.

The Cahora Bassa Dam wall – a national monument?

While we were quite depressed about the problem with the boat, (was it sabotage?), we heard that a weekly pontoon ferry was making the trip to Zumbo, and so we decided to use that for gifting the lake. The plan was born that Carlos, Tino and Prophet would do the trip on the ferry, while I would stay behind and push for the boat to get fixed in the meantime. If I could get the boat back in shape, we would at least salvage the objective of gifting lake Cahora Bassa and accomplish the greater part, or all of, the original mission.

The ferry was a pathetic contraption – basically, a rusty platform atop of welded-together oil drums with a shaggy-looking corrugated iron roof on top. It was driven by the type old diesel engine used for a water pump, with a moving speed of about 10-11 km/h tops. The trip to Zumbo by ferry would take three days, and another three on top of that if my friends could not find an alternative way of returning.

So the morning they left on the ferry (Wednesday 15^th April), I got myself busy with the boat engine immediately. Luis, the resident mechanic of the fishing lodge where we stayed, had already stripped the engine and we soon found that the pistons were burnt and the piston rings had seized. How was that possible on an almost brand-new engine? The other engine was fed from the same petrol supply through a water filter and had brought us home safely, so it could not have been an omission to put 2-stroke oil into one of the petrol tanks. It would have inevitably killed both engines. I cannot exclude the possibility of sabotage.

Trying to find spare parts was a nightmare – it turned out that these engines were so new that the dealers did not stock spare pistons, as nobody expected anything to go wrong with them. Luis, an experienced ‘bush mechanic’ and a really nice guy, too, had a friend who could weld aluminium, so we tried to fill the holes in the pistons with welding material and then filed them down to the correct shape. This wasn’t 100% successful, but it looked promising.

In the meantime, I had made 2 new friends – Neil and Caroline – who were operating a fishing rig with cooling room on lake Cahora Bassa. They offered to lend me an engine for the rest of trip, and we brought it to the lodge ready to fit to my boat the next day. I noticed a group of soldiers lingering around the parking lot. Undeterred, I decided to invite Neil, Caroline and Gary to have dinner at Songo town as a ‘thank you’ for their generous help. We all went back to the lodge to dress up a little for the evening.

On the road to Songo, we were suddenly stopped by a group of soldiers and plain-clothed police. They gesticulated wildly while wielding their AK47 rifles in a menacing way, shouting, “Back to lodge, back to lodge!” It soon turned out that they were only interested in me and not in my companions. I already knew then that this was related to our gifting activity in some way, but tried to stay calm and collected.

Dammned!

The soldiers and policemen followed us to the lodge, where we parked the car and went to the restaurant/bar. We were asked to wait there for further instructions. My new friends asked if I had done anything wrong, so I set out to explain what I was doing with the Orgonite (I had been a bit discreet about the mission before) and that we had previously experienced similar problems in Zimbabwe.

Nick, the manager of the Ugezi Tiger lodge had seen the Orgonite before and knew that it was harmless. The police conveyed to Nick via one of the Portuguese-speaking employees that I was not allowed to move the car or leave the lodge. Senior police officers would arrive the next day to talk to me.

The following day, around seven important-looking people arrived in a convoy of vehicles. Among them was a ‘Commander Jorge’, the police commander of the Cahora Bassa area, and two guys who introduced themselves as belonging to ‘counterintelligence’. I knew then that I was in trouble.

They told me that my friends had been observed throwing things into the lake from the ferry and asked if I could say anything about that. I proceeded to show them a few Towerbusters, explaining what they were and why we threw them into the lake. After a while of looking at the TBs they became a bit friendlier, but in a way not really to be trusted. They finally departed, saying I should inform them when my friends were back from the ferry trip, as they wanted to talk to them as well.

Is it worth mentioning that I bought a bottle of wine and paid for a few other drinks for the officers in a futile attempt to ingratiate myself and dispel the menacing atmosphere? It later became clear that this had been orchestrated much higher up – there was never an opening to bribe or charm our way out of it. This had been set-up to punish and frighten us from deep inside the security jungle, and Commander Jorge and his men were only pawns in the game.

Busted: In the Slammer!

When Tino, Prophet and Carlos came back from their arduous tour-de-force, exhausted, tired and dirty, they hardly found the time change their dirty clothes or take a shower, let alone sit down and relax, when a whole convoy of police, soldiers, and security people already arrived at the lodge. They had obviously been monitored all the way.

After a short and still civil talk around the table, we were asked in a firm but still polite way to settle our bills at the lodge and pack up our car and follow them to the police station. The packing was supervised by armed police and military.

At the police station we were asked into the Commander’s office for an interview. All this was still polite and based on our voluntary cooperation. No warrant of arrest was ever produced. We repeated our truthful explanation of the purpose of our trip and the nature of the Orgonite. I also asked them to check out my website www.orgoniseafrica.com for confirmation that this activity was on public record and told them about my book Operation Paradise. I did not have the feeling they were too interested… somehow their minds were already ‘set’ in a different way, and, at the end of the interview, we were escorted to the neighbouring prison – a converted garage. Significantly, Commander Jorge advised the officer who escorted us, “No beating, no torture”. I guess that means it has to be said in order for these things not to take place.

The scene enfolding in the dim light was weird to say the least. The open space of the garage was populated by prisoners mostly lingering around an open cooking fire, all eyes directed at us. We were of course anxious and afraid of what was waiting for us…

(to be continued in Part II…)

Part II -Preview

Sabotage, espionage, terrorism: accused of unspeakable crimes

Battle by media – the top guns get involved

Punishment without crime

Staring down the beast: They lost it!

Afterthoughts

The hysteria – the media coverage – we were in fact engaged with the whole country of Mozambique in a “trial by media”!

First accused of “sabotaging the dam” with an unknown and dubiuous substance to which corrosive and poisonous qualities where ascribed, then pronounced innocent even by the prime minister of Mozambique as early as 8 or 10 May, only in order to linger in jail for another month. “Let the competent authorities do their proper investigations”, a euphemism for “Let’s fry them in jail for a bit longer, ‘t will teach them a lesson”

to be continued…

Please boost the Zambezi team and support us in all possible ways.

Georg (Songo, Cahora Bassa, Mozambique)

The full report is on www.orgoniseafrica.com/malawi.html

XL and I had passed through Tete in 2006 on our way home from Malawi. The energy there was then almost unbearably negative. Tete boasts 2 major secret underground bases, (which we already pierced with earth pipes then) a large above ground UN base and lots of other unpleasant things. It was a centre of Apartheid South African sponsored warfare against the Mozambican government by Renamo and the blackened ruins of a fortified Renamo base there (right next to the UN base of now) remind one of the ferocity with which these proxy wars were faught. Millions of Africans died in these wars that South Africa euphemistically called “border wars”.
We had put out quite a bit of orgonite then, but did not find the access road to the  radar station above town.
So that remained to be done and done it was this time with great effect.

In fact the following few pictures on their own should be enough to convince any sceptic of the thunderous success of orgonite against heavy duty weather warfare equipment.

Let’s have a look:

Radar station on mountain top above Tete

A closer look

Friederike hammering in an earth pipe

The sky was heavily rippled from all the electromagnetic HAARP crap coming from the radar station. Howerer it did not look all that energetically negative any more, probably because of all the previous gifting of other places in town and the foothills of that same mountain.

HAARP sky over Tete mountain top array

10 minutes later: dramatic change already happening

A blue hole forming – the muck is breaking open

The most dramatic change was happening within the space of 20 or 30 minutes.
The sky started changing immediately after we placed the first gifts near the radar station. As we left the mountain, a large blue hole had already formed and minutes later rain was already coming down in the distance.

And as we leave: the blue hole is already quite distinct

Not much later: The first rain in weeks, totally out of season in July

That was really nice confirmation

We drove off very satisfied.

The sequence shown above is absolute typical of what happens when a massive negative energy transmitter get’s busted with a few appropriate tactical orgonite tools. We have seen it so many times. Not always the effercts are as easily documented on camera however.

If you browse through our older expedition reports, you will find many similar sequences documented.

G.