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This report is copied from the EFF forum as is. It contains the accounts of Dr. Batiibwe and Don Croft of our trip to Uganda.
I will eventually add some comments of my own and some of the nice pics I have made. I am also expecting some more pics from Dr. Batiibwe in Uganda.
Don Croft & Co Uganda Reports
Post by Mark Davey on Dec 4th, 2003, 1:51pm
Passed on from Don.
PROUD TO BE A MZUNGU
Actually, I'm proud to be an American, but 'mzungu' is the regional term
for any European like me. It's not derogatory at all and apparently
the word is used similarly to the way western cultures use the term 'ET.'
I love it when little kids here run up to me and say, always genuinely,
'Hello, Mzungu-how are you?' I sort of feel like a visiting spaceman, as
not many Mzungus are seen in these parts. A black person is 'mudugavu,' by
I've wanted to visit Uganda for most of my adult life, ever since learning
from some expatriate American friends, who lived here before Idi Amin's
well-funded rampage, about the gracioius, talented, witty, culturally-rich
and resourceful people here. Winston Churchill had named this country 'The
Pearl of Africa'during his visit here after World War II, and while he may
have been eligible at the time for hanging dü to his war crimes, his
compliment was right on the mark, I can tell you.
During the course of this monologue in several parts, I'll introduce you to
four of my Ugandan friends/teammates who have been instrumental in
facilitating these very productive efforts on behalf of orgone and zappers,
both preceding and during my too-brief visit to this wonderful country.
Certainly not least, you're probably already acquainted with Georg Ritschl,
who accompanied us during the first two weeks of this East Africa gifting
Dr. Paul Batiibwe, who has, ten minutes ago, frankly told me that he can't
figure out why I'd want to mention him at all (I told him that I'm no more
worthy than he is, so 'Please don't worry about it.') may be considered the
clinical, overall scientific component of this team and is currently my
host and the coordinator of the field-testing work for three crowd zappers.
He routinely 'gifts' with Holy Handgrenades, Towerbusters and Etheric Pipe
Bombs during his travels whenever he encounters deserving sites and has
been working extensively with Kizira, who has reluctantly agreed to let me
refer to him as a 'witch doctor.'
I'll have an awful lot to say about Kizira, of course, and the uniqü
working relationship he has with Dr. P. He's one of those very rare
individuals who have fully committed to applying a rare, composite gift of
healing, high psychism, courage and exemplary spirituality, not to mention
a profound knowledge of an extensive regional herbal pharmacopia. Under
the circumstances, I was unable to come up with a more descriptive
reference for Kizira than 'witch doctor.' My hope is that I'll be able to
purge that term of the old Hollywood and dime-novel connotations that
incite apprehension ;-) You can't conceive a more gentle soul that
Dr. Rushidie Kayiwa is the fellow who laid the groundwork for our visit and
made it possible for us to get right to work. This very well rounded,
well-travelled (he's flünt in English, Arabic, Finnish, Swahili and a host
of regional African dialects) and well-connected physician has consistently
astonished us all with both his resourcefulness and his power of friendly
persuasion. Nobody ever, apparently, taught Dr. K that he has limitations.
He was the first to greet Georg and I at Entebbe International Airport
after one of his close friends, who prefers to be referred to as our
'Secret Supporter' had us ushered past customs. 'Secret Supporter' had
been regaled by Dr. K with tales from 'The Adventures of Don and Carol
Croft' on www.educate-yourself.org and obviously wanted to see our tricks
firsthand. Dr. K had previously given our very open-minded and
inquisitive Supporter several zappers, which were subseqüntly distributed
these to trusted associates and relatives in the upper echelons of Uganda's
establishment who had then gotten profound healing from diverse maladies in
a short time.
Georg Ritschl of www.orgoniseafrica.com graciously joined me for the first
sixteen days of our multinational orgone-ite (formerly known as "orgonite")/zapper initiative and after our
first night in Uganda we made for our Secret Supporter a couple of
cloudbusters, then we got very busy busting towers the very next day, using
our host's sideyard as an orgone-ite factory for the ensuing two weeks and,
of course, keeping him fully updated on our progress..
German Georg is a towerbusting fury on two legs and he also heroically
participated in Uganda's mainly-unregulated (by western standards, at
least) traffic 'system' throughout. He rather reminds me of the cartoon
character, The Tasmanian Devil, in fact, since he rarely stops moving and
planning. Thanks to his tireless efforts (and the use of an intrepid 1978
Toyota Landcruiser, compliments of our magnanimous and curious Secret
Supporter) we busted essentially all of the HAARP and entropy transmitters
from Congo/Rwanda to Kenya in less than two weeks and deposited the two
cloudbusters in key positions in Kampala and Kisoro. Kisoro is the
district that lies in the southwest corner of the country and includes a
small population of gorillas and some borderline-surreal, jungle-clad
towering volcanoes and dizzying roadside vistas.
After the final round of busting, last Friday, the equatorial skies over
populous Southern Uganda are now uniformly pristine again. It's always
refreshing to look at white, billowing cumulus clouds in an azure sky
rather than the sad aerial constipation that's come to characterize the
skies over most of the world's population centers since the northern
hemisphere's autumn of 2001..
There are no chemtrails to speak of in Africa, except the intermittent,
half-hearted ones they've lately squirted out over Johannesburg, South
Africa, in beleagüred response to the good job that Georg and a few
Afrikaaner associates have done to severely insult the extensive HAARP and
electronic entropy network throughout much of Southern Africa.
Kampala, the Capital of Uganda, is built on a procession of lush, verdant
hills at the north shore of Lake Victoria and on each and every hilltop the
disgusting, parasitic World Order has erected HAARP and entropy arrays. If
anyone wishes to go to Africa or to any other lovely, remote area in order
to escape the debilitating effects of the World Order devil-worshippers'
deadening new electronic matrix he would be grievously disappointed (unless
he moves to Uganda, of course).
When we got here the skies over Kampala were mostly whited out by local
HAARP transmitters, which push atmospheric moisture up above the altitude
where rain happens, as we've seen elsewhere. Dr. P's cloudbuster is
located a hundred miles west of Kampala and, of course, no cloudbuster is
likely to disable the whiteout-we have to bust all of the local HAARP
transmitters to get that happy result-but it has been raining sufficiently
in Kampala regardless of the parasitic, global scheissvoegel, thanks to his
The nice thing about doing this work in Africa is that there's so much
vitality in the land, water and atmosphere that it must surely take two or
three times as much energy from these unsavory Illuminati tecchies to get
even minimal ugly effects in the sky, and those effects are usually
localized, at best, in Africa except around Johannesburg, where there's
apparently enough human misery and electronic/industrial molestation to
maintain some pretty ugly skies for periods of time, in spite of Georg and
friends having busted all or most of the towers in the metropolitan area by
Re: Don Croft & Co Uganda Reports
Post by Mark Davey on Dec 4th, 2003, 1:52pm
My heart surely goes out to Georg, who periodically develops new methods
for busting a big, blü hole over Jo'burg, only to see it get covered over
again within a few days by the obsequious whiteness as HAARP regroups from
his latest assault. Thanks to his efforts, though, we have a new range of
orgone-ite 'weapons' that we can deploy against the enemy of humanity. I'm
particularly fond of his 'Stielhandgranate,' which is an etheric pipe bomb
whose orgone-ite end is embedded in a towerbuster, and his prototype Orgone
Howitzer, an orgone tecchie's delight.
Many of the lakes and rivers in Uganda are now graced with some of Georg's
offerings. The stielhandgranaten feel awfully good to throw, by the way,
though one is left with a slightly nagging feeling that it would have been
more appropriate to 'pull the pin' first. His 'Orgone Howitzer' may be
the proper antidote to the remote HAARP and groundwave transmitters that
are still plaguing Jo'burg and Pretoria. Stay tuned to
www.orgoniseafrica.com for further
reports on that, of course.
As in the case of Vancouver, Canada, perhaps, most of this incessant urban
whiteout that occurs in spite of extensive gifting of urban HAARP and
entropy transmitters may be getting accomplished by a combination of
underground facilities (Extremely Low Freqüncy ground wave transmissions,
sans towers) and scalar transmissions from remote HAARP arrays This, in
fact, apparently causes the Illuminati to overesxtend their reach in this
case, which presents us with some intriguing opportunities if we're willing
to exploit them.
Dr Paul Batiibwe had constructed East Africa's first cloudbuster six months
previously and that had perhaps forestalled a severe drought and famine
which had apparently been slated for this region. Dü to the vitality
here it only takes a minimal effort to cancel the worst effects of the
World Order's atmospheric/electronic rapine and plunder. Dr. P did that on
the eve of the equatorial June-July dry season, which then turned into a
wet season. When Georg and I landed here in mid-November we were treated
to such brilliant hüs of green that it came close to hurting our eyes.
I'd never encountered this phenomenon, though I'd traveled extensively in
Carol and I had busted all of the new HAARP and entropy transmitters that
we encountered during our travels in Namibia two years ago. The Illuminati
had then just initiated their ugly, global display at the time, so I' m
sure that we were only seeing the first of their efforts in that region
and there hadn't been enough of the new transmitters on the ground for them
to have established the high-altitude whiteout that you and I have come to
know so well where sufficient transmitters are still functioning in close
proximity to each other.. I bet you enjoy wiping that hideous crap from
the sky as much as we do. Could you have conceived how much fun this would
be before you ever heard of towerbusting and cloudbusting?
Another feature of Africa's vitality is the ease with which one can
accomplish 'sky sculpting' with an ordinary cloudbuster. We had a chance
to play around with that near Kampala in our host's sideyard with the two
CBs before we planted one, upright, in his garden and delivered the other
one to a garden in Kisoro District.
In this case, I followed Dr. Reich's recommendation to point a CB near an
existing cloud in order to draw rainfall from that direction. I did it
toward clouds that were in a downwind direction in order to demonstrate
that rain can be gotten that way and I kept the other one pointed over
Kampala in order to suppress the still-existing whiteout until we finished
disabling the nationwide, east/west HAARP network after our visit to
Kisoro. Our host was quite impressed and I felt like some kind of wizard,
though I slyly didn't let on that this doesn't work as well in my country,
where the more-sluggish, ambient orgone matrix still needs a lot of healing
Before I left home, I got kind of fat because Carol had warned me that East
Africa is a place where tasty, nutritious food is scarce. She was right
in her assessment, at least, regarding the nearby section of neighboring
Kenya, where she'd spent some time in a pestilential area in 2001,
demonstrating the crowd zapper in a village clinic.
What she couldn't have known is that the difference between that little
area and this country is quite profound. Whereas she was literally
restricted to her cramped quarters after sunset dü to the prevalence of
aggressive, violent, male voodoo terrorists ('night runners') and that
locale was generally ravaged by a combination of near-genocide by the World
Order, HAARP drought and the residual fear-based magical traditions, an
army of homeless, starving AIDS orphans and rampant illiteracy, Uganda,
although essentially identical in terms of natural resources and climate,
has a longstanding tradition of good family relations, mutual assistance,
self-reliance and literacy, which is probably why it has survived a series
of British-instigated, bloody dictatorships with general magnanimity and
confidence. I've long felt that the Illuminati are jealous of the
Ugandans, as they apparently were of the Biafrans, hence the destruction of
that progressive Nigerian community by the Illuminati's bloodthirsty,
rapacious proxy Nigerian regime there in the early 1960s.
I must say that I've rather been in a glutton's paradise here, because
while the traditional foods in Uganda are delicious, varied and filling,
I'm actually losing weight without having to exercise. I actually feel bad
for Carol and wish I'd had to suffer here at least a little bit for her
sake. I'm hoping that my recently acquired taste for fried locusts will
get her past some of this. No, they don't taste 'like chicken;' they
rather remind me of roasted pumpkin seeds.
By the time Her Royal Highness, the scaly Whore of Babylon, had thrust the
similarly canniballistic Idi Amin Dada at the peace-loving Ugandans, gave
him a trunk full of blank checks, an unlimited supply of bullets, a huge
walk-in freezer for human meat, and a full array of the latest torture
implements, the western world, fortunately, was no longer willing to
condone genocide in Africa, so that syphillitic, brutal psychotic and
former British Army Sergeant Major, was unable to fulfill his genocidal
mandate from the City of London.
Re: Don Croft & Co Uganda Reports
Post by Mark Davey on Dec 4th, 2003, 1:53pm
AIDS, which is, of course, yet another deadly Illuminati bid to reduce the
Africans to a 'manageable' population, is far less rampant here than in
neighboring Congo and Kenya, by the way.
In frustration, after President Yoweri Museveni's grassroots 'Movement'
successfully supplanted the most recent, well-armed and limitlessly
financed proxy-monster head of state here in 1986, the banker trolls in The
City of London immediately and drastically devalüd the Ugandan Shilling
in a desperate bid to destroy the Ugandan economy.
Right now, the Illuminati are arming and funding a rebel army in Sudan
which is terrorizing the less populous northern part of Uganda and thereby
forcing the government to divert funds from infrastructure to defense.
Of course, the resourcefulness of the Ugandan people is pulling them
through even this crisis. What I'm witnessing here is an economy that
stands teetering on the threshold of rampant prosperity, having absorbed
the worst that the out-of-balance World Order has to offer without plunging
into the hopelessness, cynicism, self pity and drug addiction that can be
seen in so many other nations, including mine.
All we have to do now is disable and imprison the Illuminati and their
culpable minions and then the whole world will prosper. It seems like a
simple task to me now, sort of like zapping tapeworms into oblivion with
microcurrent. There's really no reason for us to fear parasites.
Georg noted that Uganda, like France, has mainly its agriculture on which
to base prosperity. As we know, France was nonetheless in a position to
defeat the British Empire at the same time that the Americans declared
their independence and Great Britain has always based its economic empire,
even to the present day, on undermining targetted social structures and
then consuming the natural resources of these otherwise-productive
economies, just like a tapeworm does inside the human intestinal tract.
I wonder if you can conceive of a capital city that has only two stoplights
and requires a four-wheel-drive vehicle to navigate most of the
side-streets. Dü to an almost complete lack of funds for national
infrastructure, there has been very little Public Works construction done
here since Museveni ousted the last of the Illuminati's leeches from the
Presidential Palace. As with Hitler, Stalin, Mao and Roosevelt, the
Illuminati routinely paid for extravagant public works in order to buy
loyalty, reminiscent of the Roman hierarchy's use of 'bread and circuses.'
The Ugandans didn't buy into that scheme, obviously, and are now paying for
their hard-won but precarioius freedom.
What struck me most dramatically about traffic in Kampala is that while
cross-town traffic is slow, it nevertheless works and everyone seems to
abide by unspoken 'traffic laws' which include a sufficient dose of
courtesy, and one will find very few dented fenders and miraculously few
wrecked vehicles. I wonder what it would look like here if the Illuminati
had been able to addict sufficient numbers of Ugandans to alcohol, heroin,
cocaine and pot, as they've been able to do in most other countries.
Dr Kayiwa, who has placed his bid for the Presidency in 2006, laments the
lack of traffic signs and cops in the Capital, but I observed an old
Persian proverb to him, 'The peacock is always happy because it never
looks at its ugly feet.' I hope to convince him that problems like this
are mainly symptomatic of a beleagüred economy, not essential ones at all.
He's rightfully proud of his countrymen's resourcefulness and adaptability.
There simply isn't much that these craftsmen can't make from available
materials and they like to work outdoors, so a ride through town is a treat
for the eye and for one's incredulity and an astonishing display of a wide
range of fine manufactured products.
I risked catching a lot of flies in my mouth the first few days here as I
witnessed the way goods are moved along on locally-manufactured bicycles,
which double as taxis and cargo haulers throughout the country. Farmers
even get produce to market by alternately pushing heavy loads uphill, then
coasting down the other side. I saw one fellow carrying a bed frame on his
bike rack. Altogether, the load stood 3 meters high but the fellow weaved
in and out of traffic as though he had no load at all. As a fan of the
surreal and the near-miraculous, this place is more fun for me than
Another feast of new experiences went along with our tower bursting efforts
through the muddy side-streets and hillsides of Kampala as Georg guided the
Land Cruiser under the able navigation of Dr. Kayiwa. Everywhere we
looked, there were food crops, busy, energetic people, friendly greetings,
chickens, goats and even small herds of dignified traditional cattle, which
are called 'Nsagala,' which means, 'walks with grace.' I'm going to try to
figure out how to get a pair of their horns home. Our American Longhorns
would be consumed with antler-envy at the sight of some of these specimens
headgear, which rises dynamically up and twist around in a way a little
like my treasured kudu horn from Namibia does. The longer horns reach
almost two meters in length.
Re: Don Croft & Co Uganda Reports
Post by Mark Davey on Dec 4th, 2003, 1:53pm
Along the way, Dr K let us know which neighborhoods have reputations for
voodoo (human sacrifice, just like what the Illuminati do!) and then we
heavily gifted those few areas as well as the ubiquitous HAARP and entropy
transmitters. I was happily able to point out to the Doc that actual cell
phone transmitters were very small and mounted on inconspicuous poles in
strategic spots throughout the city. He had naturally assumed that it
required a billion dollars' worth of fancy, new, military-style towers in
order to operate the cell network. I bet you did, too ;-)
Thanks to a combination of Providence and Dr. K's fancy footwork (not
necessarily in that order) Georg and I were treated to an unending stream
of networking connections here for the zappers, which is what half of our
visit has been about.
The team's plan for zappers is to establish a demonstrated reputation for
this simple tech's easy ability to cure a wide range of endemic diseases,
including AIDS, yellow fever and malaria, and to meet the subseqünt
continent-wide demand for affordable variations of this effective device.
Uganda is the natural choice as a starting place in Africa because of it's
relatively free press and the innate ability of Ugandans to fend off
Illuminati-backed disinformation campaigns and sabotage efforts. I wish
we could take full credit for this happy state of affairs but we were
obviously all guided into this position by the entities who may be referred
to as The Operators (ever standing by ;-)
and this is probably just another evidence that 'the meek are inheriting
Also, of course, I'm shamelessly fond of saying, 'You heard it here first!'
I need to tell you about the birds here. In Namibia, Carol and I saw
what I think is called a 'greast bustard,' which is a crane-like bird that
stands about four feet tall and has a wingspan of around 8 feet. When I
saw that big creature take off along the road in the Kalahari a couple of
years ago I felt like I'd seen a UFO. These giant savengerss fly in
flocks above Kampala, riding the updrafts almost to the level of the
There is also a specie of falcon which resembles one of our peregrines back
home but it uses its tail as a rudder and rarely 'banks' during turns,
though is very skilled at fast aerobatics when a group of them vie for
territory with the big local ravens, which have white 'torsos' here, sort
of like they are wearing T-shirts. Along with all that, there are many
types of colorful, tropical songbirds, magpies, and swallows which have
pointed, instead of split, tailes. You probably noticed that your new
cloudbbuster attracted a lot of songbirds and raptors and I invite you to
imagine that process tripled here.
Perhaps the most refreshing aspect of Uganda, for me, is that I'm not being
dogged by that plethora of anal-retentive MI6 and CIA agents provocateurs
and pavement artists. This reminds me that I'm no longer being plagüd by
the dirty-dozen payrolled dissimulastors who used to footnote all of my
comments on the public fora I participated in before Mark Davey
courageously set up ' Etheric Freedom Fighters' for us all on
http:/eff2.proboards21.com last summer. I bet you also got tired of seeing
their little bits of excrement every time you went to dip your ladle in the
public punchbowl, so to speak.
As with so many things westerners do these days, this schizophrenic
assumption that free public discussion is possible with the participation
of paid agents provocateurs is a little like the way fundamentalists
assume that they can be holy by 'going to church' while engaging in
spiritually-degrading practices during the week. Nothing short of
universal censure of bad behavior and resolute refusal to allow espionage
and mind control in public fora will stop these agents from destroying
viable discussion groups. Do you think that your own courtesy and
long-suffering will help them 'see the light?' Has it done that even once
in the two and a half years that this network has been growing worldwide?
As with families (if you're in any western country's dysfunctional social
millieu you may think I'm speaking Chinese or Navajo by now) dissension and
character assassination have to be stopped dead if any group of people is
to enjoy free public intercourse and for every agent provocateur that may
be induced to leave the fold, there are ten more who are ready to take
his/her place who are more clever and resourceful, as we've seen, so it's
the principle of discord that must be overcome, not the individual paid,
largely witless but persistent chumps that are thrown at us by
We're all ready to demonstrate that our emotional ages correspond to our
physical ages, don't you think?
Most of the folks around here learned this basic social lesson before they
got pubic hair but my own alleged head of state displays the fact that he
has the emotional age of a toddler. Even I was shocked to learn that he
refers to Africa as a 'country,' by the way ;-)
Don't be abysmally ignorant like him and also, please stop excusing others'
bad manners and general sabotage in public discussions! I guarantee that
until you do that, these mind-numbing Bazungu will continü to dominate and
subvert every single, otherwise worthwhile thread.
I've suggested that Makerere University, a very fine school here in
Kampala, send some cultural anthropologists to the USA and the UK to study
those cultures and then determine ways to help these beleagüred but mostly
well-meaning bazungu to overcome their centuries-old mind control protocols
and neurotic prejudices. I already knew that Africans look to the
Americans and the British to provide a little historical perspective about
political and economic freedom.
Short of that, our own Dr. Kayiwa had spent several years practicing as a
physician in the USA, Iraq and Finland and has developed some fine
observations which may well contribute to a nationwide synthesis of the
best aspects of western, Middle Eastern and East African cultures in his
ongoing political/social efforts in Uganda.
Since your internet attention span is probably similar to mine, I'll end
this article now, but I haven't done much writing since I got here, dü to
previously limited computer access, and I've got an awful lot of things to
report which will follow shortly, including some rather magical firsthand
experiences. My heartfelt thanks go to Dr. Paul for letting me use his
laptop this morning while he's at work. I was fairly rupturing from the
need to write some of this down before I forgot something essential and my
short term memory is not very impressive.
Don Croft Dec. 2, '02
The Source of the Nile and Budhagali Falls
Post by Mark Davey on Dec 4th, 2003, 1:55pm
The Source of the Nile and Budhagali Falls, 19 November, 2003
The day after their arrival in Uganda on 16 November, Don and Georg had
swung into action.
Each felt they should visit the source of the Nile ASAP, so I joined them
in nearby Jinja in company of Dr. Rashid Kayiwa and we rode to the spot at
the edge of Nakabule (Lake Victoria). The wide, swift river abruptly fell
500m from the lake to begin its 4900km journey to the Mediterranean Sea.
The falls were mostly submerged when Owen Falls Dam was constructed a few
decades ago. Unlike other major rivers, the Nile is very wide and
fast-moving at its source.
My father remembers hearing the rumbling sound of the mighty falls in
Jinja, 6km away, moreso at night. A rainbow had spanned this entire area
for most of the day.
Not far downstream a bridge and, later, the dam were built. When the
bridge was constructed in the 1950s a large herd of hippos were destroyed
before the project was completed It's said that a lot of human sacrifices
had traditionally taken place there as well. Don and Georg had thrown a
few Etheric Pipe Bombs from the bridge, which is just upstream from the dam.
Owen Falls Dam is responsible for submerging a very large spring near the
previous waterfall at the edge of the lake. The dam, which is just north of
the bridge, is responsible for the near-total submergence of the falls.
The actual starting point of the river is a little debatable. Very close to
an island in the middle of the stream is a large, now-submerged spring,
hence the debate. Burundi, which lies along the lake's southeast shore, is
also said to be the location of the trü source of the Nile before it
empties into this inland sea.
We hired a large, motor driven canoe to take us all through the fast
current to the small island which lies at the lake-edge source of the Nile.
Georg gifted this site with a 'stielhandgranate,' which is an etheric pipe
bomb stuck into a towerbuster.
Immediately, we all felt changes ranging from a slight unexplained dizzy
spell, in my case, to a full surge of energy in Don. "This is a very
powerful spot, very powerful!" Don declared. Kayiwa and I tossed etheric
pipe bombs downstream as we went back over the swirling water.
Close to where we landed is a commemorative bust of Mohandes Gandhi. Some
of his ashes had been cast into the Nile at this spot in 1948.
Don felt that the Illuminati and voodoo societies were thereby exploiting
this good man's legacy and personal energy, so he dowsed for an appropriate
response, then threw one of Laozu Kelly's uniqüly powerful,
energized-water HHgs into the river not far away.
We then proceeded 6km downstream to Budhagali Falls.
Budhagali has always been a primary ritual site in Uganda's magical
traditions and my wife, Hilda, and I had also celebrated the first
birthdays of our two children here. One of nature's most useful moulds can
be found here, incidentally.
The Nile calmly spreads quite wide before accelerating to a violent speed
over the beautiful falls.
The government of Uganda is now bent on submerging these falls in the name
of development, by constructing a dam. Damn! The last time I was here with
my family I had come to take as many startling still photos as possible in
case the dam is to be constructed and I have to say goodbye to this mother
of all creations.
Don insisted that I choose the locations to gift and we walked first
towards the upper part of the falls.
I had Don toss one of his etheric pipe bombs in and within five minutes,
thousands of bats flew up from the nearby bushes.
He intimated that perhaps the spirits of sacrificed people had been
released by the upsurge of lifeforce from the gift and that the bats were
an outward symbol and a confirmation of our success and of course we, the
less 'superstitious,' bought that half - half
At these falls are young men who earn a living by swimming into the rapids.
Another man, a cripple, dances while ascending a vertical, freestanding
wooden pole about 6metres high. I must say watching them can be breath
Kintu, one of the swimmers, offered us a show for a few dollars. As we
were unable to throw an etheric pipe bomb suffienetly far into the stream,
we hired him to carry it to the middle of the lower falls and release it at
a certain spot.
The moment he dived into the upper falls, Don told me that he has sensed
earth spirits near the place I'd chosen to have the EPB released. By now,
Kintu was in the lower falls, raised his arms and threw the healing device
into the water, somersaulted and began swimming to the rocky riverbank.
Lo and behold, the same bats, which had returned to their sleeping
places, again flew out over the falls en masse. This was no longer a
coincidence or superstition. A psychic ought to tell us what happened,
because I have noted Don is still quite unsure, most times, about his own
Re: Don Croft & Co Uganda Reports
Post by Mark Davey on Dec 4th, 2003, 1:57pm
Another confirmation occurred. For the first time I appreciated the changes
in the skies that can happen after some significant gifting. . A huge
cumulus cloud formed and, atop the billowing mass, white, horizontal
fumes were being released by what Don said is a typical Lemurian space
ship. Other uniqü cloud formations were seen, too. Some almost formed Dr.
Reich's orgone symbol.
Our Journey to the East on 28th November 2003
On today's trip to the Tororo District, near Kenya's frontier with
Southeast Uganda, we escorted our friend, Sam Okurut, who helped Georg to
reconnect with Credo Muttwa in South Africa a month previously, to visit
his father's village.
We travelled by road from Kampala in our Secret Supporter's offroad
vehicle. Along the way, as usual, we dropped TBs whenever one of us felt
like it and we freqüntly detoured to disable the more remote transmitters.
Kakira Sugar Plantation and Refinery, for instance, which lies halfway
between Kampala and Tororo, felt real bad, so we tossed several tower
busters along the way, after turning north from the tarmac highway toward a
large transmitter. As we got closer, we saw that there were several other
towers that we hadn't seen and they were all in the middle of a large,
depressing settlement that is connected to the big refinery.
The small band of orgone-ite warriors, including Dr. Kayiwa, Georg, Don and
Sam, had spent the night in a hotel in Iganga, just east of Jinja (the
large town that lies near the headwaters of the Nile River) and I joined
them for the eastward trek the following morning. Seeing that a very few
of the more remote transmitters were located on mountaintops which were
surely inaccessible to even our intrepid Land Cruiser, we discussed the
viability of using large, remote controlled model aircraft in the near
future to reach such targets, which Don had already begun tentatively
experimenting with at home in the USA.
I offered to chauffer the little squad, though I'm not a fan of 'kick and
push' and prefer the comfort and convenience of automatic transmissions.
We gifted a stretch of highway in the vicinity of Nakalama, about 5km east
of Iganga which had been notorious for motor accidents. Don noted that
the exceedingly strong, tall barbed wire fencing on both sides of the road
along that stretch was reminiscent of some underground bases in America and
is uncharacteristic of any fencing that he'd seen in Uganda and there were
some suspicious-looking ponds inside the fenced, apparently deserted areas.
The locals don't know what takes place here. Some villagers say that this
property belongs to an internationally well-connected tycoon and was meant
to be a horticultural project, whilst some others believe it to be a fish
farm. For us, it just felt bad, so we gifted some of the ponds with etheric
pipe bombs. There's something very satisfying about hearing that special
>From a distance, southeast of Nakalama, we saw some hilltop towers worth
neutralising. We made a right turn but couldn't see an obvious route. After
a reminder that the truck was designed for cross country we made our way a
little thru the bush till we reached a graded gravel road. By passing heaps
of dug up murram blockages we reached the furthest tower first. To our
surprise there was a much shorter, mean looking tower with enormous drums,
entirely painted sky-blü. We hadn't seen this until we got quite close
to the more obvious, tall red and white transmitter.. This is one of the
lesser known but gravely heinous GWEN TOWERS! See Ken's website
[www.educate-yourself.org] for a fuller description. I was so outraged
that if I'd had a spud gun I would have 'inadvertently' shot a tower buster
right into one of these huge drums!
This monster, along with with two 'cellphone' towers (see Ken's site) were
almost sharing the compound with Bugiri District Administration offices and
a workshop/residence for handicapped people! These GWEN sites are worth
observing for any radiation related illnesses amongst these officers and
workers. All we could do was to generously gift the environment here in the
interest of healing both the locals and the environment. One of the TBs
rolled right in front of the Administrative Office. Hopefully some one has
picked it who at best would just throw it into the bush or keep it in a
near by house. We often hand these to curious children and ask them to
keep them in their homes.
We happily continüd to wend our way to the east. The streams running below
the highway received gifts irrespective of half naked bathers and
onlookers, and so did the many towers.
Like in any war some ammunition didn't hit the target but there's no such
thing as wasted ammo in this campaign.
Kibimba Rice Plantation, a little further east, is a beautiful, private,
commercial scheme and was the recipient of several etheric pipe bombs.
All along our route, uniqü clouds with long, finger-like projections were
seen forming in our path and the HAARP whiteout which had previously
covered the sky ahead of us, receded farther east as we moved and busted
more and more transmitters. Don said that he had not seen this phenomenon
until very recently during other long-range tower busting expositions in
his own country..
Re: Don Croft & Co Uganda Reports
Post by Mark Davey on Dec 4th, 2003, 1:58pm
An enormous, solitary rock became visible as we finally approached Tororo
town. On top was an array of various types of towers. I was told that a
helicopter was used to ferry the construction materials to the top. Georg
[orange shirt ;-)] placed an HHG near a hedge at a point as near as we
could get to the transmittters on our circuit around the small mountain.
As there were some onlookers, we posed for a group photo in order to
conceal our intentions there.
We drove along further around the rock and saw a very large cave. Don said
that such a cave in a geological feature like this is surely a powerful
vortex and must must have been an important ritual site since time
Indeed we found inscriptions, apparently quite ancient. Like any good
visitors we left a 'gift' or two to honor the place. Don's gifting spot,
at the back of the cave, was full of disturbed bats, so he considered it
safe to leave something there.
I now agree with Don that Georg is quite energy sensitive, something which
Georg does not admit easily. After gifting this huge vortex, Georg
experienced pleasant sensations in his feet and legs to the extent that he
reqüsted to delay our departure so he could relish it longer. Such
sensation are similar to what people feel when about to astral travel.
Georg has made and tossed orgone-ite (formerly known as "orgonite")-based devices at well over one thousand
towers in Southern Africa. He is a good friend of Credo Mutwa, the renowned
Zulu shaman and historian. For all the good he has done, Georg has come
under repeated attack by Illuminati psychic predators in concert with
African voodoo practitioners. Thanks, Carol, 'Cbswork,' and Don for
seeing this earlier in the year and acting on it before Georg expired!
Immediately after we gifted the cave, large cumulus clouds and swirling,
spiral clouds began forming over the mountain, which strongly suggested
that our gifts were well-received.
We headed along a rough track to Sam's father's village, 15km further east,
near the Kenya frontier. The traditional settings of these scattered
agricultural settlements is something not to be missed.
Groups of beautiful, immaculately rounded, well groomed mud wattle huts,
built and maintained by the locals, are unfortunately punctuated by
corrugated metal roofs and relatively ugly, rectangular houses, belonging
to sons of the soil who work in the cities, obtusely demonstrating their
relative wealth. Large, extended families, easily accommodated by simply
building more huts, are still characteristic of this part of East Africa.
They're surprisingly cool, well-ventilated and roomy inside.
We were generously treated to a traditional meal, including some delicioius
bread, made from sorghum, millet and cassava.
For the first time Georg ate sugar cane and he opted for the aggressive
'mudugavu' style, while Don chose the less manly mzungu method of cutting
the cane into smaller, bite-sized pieces.
Don had, of course, often eaten sugar cane in the first half century of his
By now, having completely disabled the HAARP, GWEN and enropy transmitter
network across the most populous region of Uganda, from the Republic of
Congo to Kenya, we returned to our homes in the west in anticipation of
returning to Budhagali the following day.
Kizira at Budhagali, 29th November, 2003
The gifting adventures made one of the rarest, incredible experiences for
me since Don and Georg's arrival..
For some few months I had been working with a reputable psychic and healer,
named Kizira. I was introduced to this unassuming man in a village, 12 kms
from my workplace, by a female patient who had cancer of the breast stage
Kazira's wife was astonished at how he trusted me to the extent of sharing
his own writings of his experience. These had been typewritten in
anticipation of publishing a book.
Prayer is the foundation of his healing and psychic work and he feels
strongly that we ought to pray directly to the Creator and not to or
through Prophets, such as Jesus, Mohammed and Buddha, etc. If not, he
jokes, "You get less than what you bargained for!".
Kizira heals while reciting prayers and says this ought to be adequate, but
he's also a top-seed, well seasoned herbalist.
I have referred infertile couples, who had failed to conceive with
conventional medical treatment, to him and. I have proved them pregnant
after just words of prayer, exorcising entities, and touch healing. I
have seen sickly people flourish from these ministrations; I have watched
drama unfold as he casts away demons from psychiatric cases whom we've
declared incurable. I have, indeed.
He communicates with trespassing entities and casts out demons while
praying to the Creator. He's been looking forward to working with good
entities to harmonise the earth. He calls them thru mediums, announces his
intentions to them and helps them with some of their requirements.
Re: Don Croft & Co Uganda Reports
Post by Mark Davey on Dec 4th, 2003, 1:59pm
If you've personally known a mature, competent psychic, you'll see that
Kizira's abilities are very real. he is one. Don, who has known and worked
closely with several powerful psychics, says that Kizira is 'world class.'
Kizira first establishes contact by either holding your hand, or touching
the sick area.
Sometimes he just raises his hand above you. He emanates a heat sensation
from his hands, which tremble during healing sessions.
Today, as intended two months ago, we escorted him to visit Budhagali,
which is actually the name of the ancient entity who is responsible for the
Kayiwa, Georg, Don, Kizira (with entourage) and I met in Jinja town and
headed to Budhagali Falls.
At the entrance to the park, I asked the gatekeeper where Mandwa Budhagali,
the 'official' priest for the site, could be found and was told that he
uses an island in the middle of the falls to conduct his rituals but that
he rarely goes there any more. Mandwa Budhagali has a national reputation
as a Satanist, by the way, and is the center of a very large scandal
involving human sacrifice deep under the falls themselves, involving many
of the nations wealthy people, which has lent a new twist to the term,
inquired where mandwa Budhagali (the 'official' priest) could be found. I
was told that rarely does he ever go to the island, a place where the
previous priests used to perform the rituals. I was further told that the
priest now works from home, a walled off compound with a dark green gate
which we had just passed.
Meanwhile Kizira had 'asked' and was told that we should just proceed to
the island and get to work.. Don and Kizira felt that the Mandwa was not
actually important and is rather just used by more powerful, hidden people
as window dressing.
At the entrance to the area, which is a National Park, we were reqüsted to
pay for the two bazungu (Don and Georg) and six badugavu (the rest of us)
before we were allowed to visit this sacred natural site.
We got into large, hired canoe in turns of threes as there were only that
many lifejackets, then took turns crossing to the ritual site: a small
island in the middle of the turbulent Nile, just downstream from the lower
Two of Kizira's sons and a daughter brought along drums and Nabikokola, who
volunteered to be the medium, had brought along her little grand daughter
from her home near Entebbe. Don volunteered to hold the baby during the
We all climbed the island's path to a small clearing, where a round,
traditional wattle and thatch hut was built to accommodate rituals.
Kizira prayed to God.
"Praise be to the almighty Creator of the universe! I categorically affirm
that nothing in this world is greater than You. Hear and answer my prayer;
let Budhagali come thru so we can talk".Pause...He repeated the prayer
while raising his hand in the air.Pause. "Budhagali, it is me summoning
you.. Hurry up and come and tell us where you are and how you have been.
Budhagali? Budhagali, where are you?. We are your visitors!" .pause.
"Boys let do some drumming while we praise the Creator."
Amid singing praise songs and drumming, Kizira roared, "Budhagali I hereby
command you to appear here, NOW!"
The body to be used by the entity remained occupied by its owner,
Kizira's eyes roved around as if he were searching for something, then he
looked straight at Georg, waved his finger and said, "I cannot detect the
entity. It seems that he's no longer here!"
Georg wondered aloud if our previous gifting had expelled Budhagali from
the place, but I told him that Buchagali is a good entity and that
something else had caused him to flee.
We all agreed that Kizira should hide a Holy Handgrenade on the premises
and then try to contact Budhagali again. After doing so, Kizira restarted
the prayer and reqüsted the entity to come through Karikokola.
Within a minute of praying the body started performing a welcome dance to
the rhythm of the drumming, but decided to keep silent, as though he were
unsure about us. He walked away with Kizira following, trying to inquire
what is wrong. He returned, fell to the ground and started sobbing with
emotion. After a time, Kizira asked if any of us had done wrong. To this he
replied, 'No.' To me this was wonderful; an endorsement that what we are
doing is right.
Kizira inquired about his current location.
"I stay far away in the hills." He answered.
"Where, exactly?" Kizira sought for a clarification.
"Tell us where exactly you are located so that we can come and visit you
whenever we feel like it."
Kizira assured him that we had come to his rescü and asked Budhagali who
had been doing harm to him and to suggest other sites where evil was being
done in Uganda.
"I don't think you will be able to fight my many enemies," Budhagali said
with profound sadness.
We reaffirmed our commitment to help. Kizira then allowed him to return to
the hills and asked him to come whenever called or else allow us to visit
him in the nearby hills.
He then called Nabikokolo back to her body. She came back and cheerfully
joined the game Don was playing with her little grand daughter.
Suddenly I saw Kizir lift his foot as if to pick off some biting insects
and he exclaimed, "Ho! there are jiggers here" Nearly everybody except Don
and Georg scattered to find a safe place to remove our sandals and pick off
the jiggers. falling short of scatter, checked their feet and removed these
Tunga Penetrans (jiggers) have to get into an animal's skin, preferably a
human's, to complete their lifecycle wherein. The fertilised females'
bodies then swell and burst, releasing hundreds of eggs. While in the skin
they irritate and cause discomfort to the host. We carefully eject those
using safety pins. Goerg, who wore a pair of closed shoes, claimed a zapper
can do away with them. Well knowing how much discomfort they caused I
didn't want to experiment on myself. Kizira's children helped Don with the
removal and he asked them to help their 'Auntie,' Nabikokolo, who was then
sitting down. But she withdrew her feet covering them with her traditional
inner garment. She wore this sad, elderly stare.
I then realised that Budhagali and Nabikokolo were now sharing the body at
We helped 'him' walk to the beach and into the boat. While our ferrymen
paddled the canoe across the powerful current, Budhagali kept looking
around like someone who hadn't been there in a very long time. We helped
him to disembark at the riverbank, and then helped him into the Land
Cruiser, which was brought very near. There, the grand daughter did not
recognise the grandmother, though she sat on her lap!
After paying the boat men for their services, I engaged them in a
conversation to find out what they know about Budhagali. They said all they
know is Budhagali was compensated by the government agents planning to
construct the dam here and that the entity had relocated with the 'priest'
to his home near the road junction to the falls, where he practices.
Kizira shook each of boatmen's hands in thanks and said, "Each of you will
know, by tomorrow morning, precisely what happened here today."
Before we set off Kizira reqüsted that we pray. Budhagali tried to get
out of the vehicle to join the prayer, but I advised him to participate
At the end, Kizira blessed everyone who was present while raising his hand
and then, while holding our hands in turn, he asked us each to 'Obey God,'
and asked the Creator that each of us get whatever we ask for.
I bade farewell to my dear friend, Georg Ritschl, who flew back to his
family and career in South Africa the following day. He had asked me to
shorten our farewell, as he becomes quite sentimental.
I asked Don, "What next?"
He replied "Well, I'm going to go to Kiboga and hang out with Kizira for
I was picked up in Jinja by my wife and daughter and we returned to our
eastern home in nearby Iganga, where I have carefully resorted to not
telling this story to any one, lest I pass for a lunatic.
Re: Don Croft & Co Uganda Reports
Post by CTfighter on Dec 4th, 2003, 3:23pm
Don & Company:
Fantastic job of gifting the African continent! Hopefully, an inspiration to all to expand our gifting on an international level, whenever possible. I know it had that effect on me! Sounds like your hosts are wonderful and very special people, indeed.
This reminds me that there are still reasons to be proud to be an American (read: "private citizen", as opposed to and in spite of the illegally appointed, illegitimate regime of GWB and Co.. I like to think that the rest of the world can differentiate between the two, also. Yet, I suppose it can be difficult to feel much kindness for any American, when you happen to be living in the latest country targeted for U.S. Military conqüst, and you are busy pulling a bomb out of your ass, while watching the neighborhood children being blown apart by a "GWB smart bomb," which of course is an oxymoron!
Anyway back on to a more positive note, Don, once again you have got the evil ones on the run! Great job and I look forward to hearing more about the work that you're doing over there!
Re: Don Croft & Co Uganda Reports
Post by andy on Dec 6th, 2003, 02:57am
Kudos to Georg, too.
That was the best read I've had in a while!
If you guys need anything, let me know.
Re: Don Croft & Co Uganda Reports
Post by Didier on Dec 6th, 2003, 4:27pm
Great post. Very inspiring.
I especially liked the part describing how one can be healed with the energy coming from the hands of the healer. I personnaly experienced it when I was 17, and it happened exactly as described in the post. Without touching me, I could feel the heat emanating from the hands of the healer. It wasn't just heat actually, it was more like boiling hot on my belly. Then he told me I was going to sleep for a while. When I woke up, I was A1.
Re: Don Croft & Co Uganda Reports
Post by egoli on Dec 7th, 2003, 6:25pm
The second part is written by our friend Dr. Batiibwe.
I have little to add to this brilliant account by Don and Dr. B.
Maybe the episode of the evil witch of Kabale should still be told, preferrably by Don.
She is (was) a sorcerer, said to have been controlling african statesmen, including Robert Mugabe from her stronghold in Kabale.
Don thinks we got her real good, at least we did some dramatic gifting in Kabale with some great visual confirmations.
Our visit included the gifting of a regional youth conference on AIDS that was attended by President Museveni and our silent supporter. We believe we took out an underground base in the process. Apparently there was a nuke pond we hit and that may well have been "her" ultimate hideout.
I felt a strong energy surge after we gifted the high security venue of the AIDS conference "national teachers college" which was so befittingly placed above the underground base.
Big blue hole appeared in the wonderful moist fog that had enveloped the whole city as a result of our busting efforts the previous day. Those included a fierce hilltop array and one of the deepest lakes of Uganda, Lake Buynjoni (spelling?), also known for a host of satanist activities.
Re: Don Croft & Co Uganda Reports
Post by Don Croft on Dec 30th, 2003, 9:28pm
Good for you, Didier, for having had a healing experience like that! We need to really treasure and sujpport the rare individuals who have that gift.
The same energy that all of our devices put out is also the medium of healing that comes through their hands, by the way.
Georg--you were absolutely golden in Kabale. The Bitch focused almost entirely on you as you were out taking away her electronic powerbase, as you know. I"m glad we thought to lock the hotel room door that night, though.
Right now, Carol and Kizira are seeing that The Bitch can't do more than just irritate anyone a bit since we nailed her in Kabale. I had thought she was dead but we only disabled her. It will be fun to watch the African political scene in coming days.
Some of those remaining satanic/reptilian proxy dictators and their sycophant/parasite retinü might start eating each other instead of the populace now ;-)
In my travels I've found that people generally don't equate American visitors with American political crimes. It's a good idea not to make friends in low places, though, as they'll primarily be obsequious parasites. Some places have more people like that than others. I think Southern California has more of these grinning backstabbers per capita than Calcutta does, for instance
Of course most American tourists are a noisy, drunken, self-seeking pain in the butt, even in Florida, but people in other lands usually seem to allow us to demonsrate our characters before they make any judgements.