Their Demonic Loftiness
October 7th, 2008Here in Hellenic Republic, my ally and I have been fashioning small orgone generators to essay to better the energy field of battle about our firm, because there is so very much electromagnetic radiation sickness coming up from the cell phone towers and the military, devising citizenry ill. These orgone cones are rather easy to get if you have quartz glass crystallizations — and we do — and after I had got got a few I beginned “dealing out” them about to the pillar sites inside a 3 or 4 km wheel spoke of our firm. I victimized a pendulum to aid me encounter the right musca volitans to go forth the generators (likewise cognized as Holy Paw Grenades, called by Don Croft who excogitated the method acting I am postdating) — the first few multiplication, I was affected at how helpful the pendulum was at guiding me to lay that off extinct to be perfect, and that I could not have set up on my own. We as well have found a major decrease in the disconfirming energy we are opinion, and since we got down making this the whole country looks to be ever — it’s hard to state if this is truly natural event, but it but looks that thing are more proportionate, and nature is seeming more and more beautiful.
So last hebdomad, I of a sudden matted the impulse to see Samothrace, a 2-3 60 minutes ferry sit from Limnos. Themis well to deter me, by saying me that there is a spate of black magic on that island. He referred reports that fellow members of the British Royal Menage are frequent visitants to sure land sites on the island, where they take part in secret rituals. My suspicion still unbroken saying me to go, and to convey along one of our orgone generators and plant it there, to ameliorate the energy and foil the dark schemes of Charles IX and Camilla…
So on Sabbatum at 6:30 am I used up the ferryboat, and after a very glooming ocean trip through fog, set down in the port of Samothrace where the Sun eventually seemed. The ocean was throwing off off sparks dissimilar any I have of all time realised earlier. It looked the whole island was shimmering with energy and light.
One time off the sauceboat, though, it was only some other distinctive Greek island, with parallel bars and coffee shops and hands sitting down about imbibition java. I held not through with any research, so I purchased an usher book in one of the stores and chop say about the ancient mystery site on the North coast of the island, a mere 11 km. from the port. I launched a motorcycle rental place, leased an older clunker for USD 6, and occupied off wheeling along the coastal route in the way of the destroyed synagogue of the Outstanding God.
The land sites on the North coast of Samotrace were exploited by an mystery craze that was sec only to the one at Eleusis, affecting the goddesses Demeter, Pallas Athena and Magna Mater (Cynthia or Princess Diana), with Aides (Pluto) and Despoina in there somewhere. There’s a destroyed synagogue, and assorted circular ruins where installations were ordained.
It used up me about half an 60 minutes to make the archaeologic land sites, but for some ground were all engaged up and the entire versant was enclosed slow high fences. It was only 10:30 a.m., and I forecast all I had got to do was get somewhere near the spot where the Royal Household kept its rituals. So I unbroken on motorbiking, savouring the beautiful weather and the moving ridges fucking on the beach.
I came up to a forested country that appeared to be to a great extent populated by black caprine animals peering from the hillside as I cycled past. Unremarkably in Ellas I like to be about caprine animals, but these were an unlike strain, and it looked very crawly that they should be viewing up on the manner to an ancient mystery site of animal sacrifice. The guide didnt state anything about human sacrifice, so I was believing I will let the pendulum guide me to an appropriate spot on a versant, maybe commanding one of the ruinations. I specifically inquired to be interpreted to the place victimized for rituals by the Prince of Cambria and his sweetheart. I visualised some cragged country in the open, with lots of older rocks broiling in the Sun, but truly I held no idea where I was headed or what I would encounter.
At some detail I stopped up to look into once again, and the pendulum said me to keep on down the main route for some other 260 meters. I took the air the motorcycle so as to step it extinct precisely. At 200 meters, I came up to a shaded wayside picnic-type country with a rush spring. I enquired the pendulum if I could drink the H2O as I held buried to convey any. It stated no, go along on for 60 - 70 more meters.
The North face of Samothrace is comparatively lush, and has sulfurous raging springtimes in the mounts. I was drawing close this untamed country, where there are lots of very spooky-looking “plane trees” that can turn very large and misrepresented and frequently have hollowed out Centre, and some of them look nearly human like the Ents in Lord of the Ring.
At 60 meters, the 2-meter high wire fence (foreclosing citizenry reach the ruinations lawlessly by circulating back through the wood) of a sudden lordotic to less than half a metre, and I was appearing up at a flaxen off, about 5 meters high, spread over with trees and brush. I noticed there was a very minded way, perchance a caprine animal track, meanderring upward from the bottom. It was easy to tread all over the fencing, hide my bike slow a shrub, and then I went up to the top of the flaxen bluff, being heedful to take hold of onto bushes and not slip off the border.
Up above was the woods. I was nowadays standing up in a little glade, with lots of wide, toned bushes that spread in circles along the anchorred like large clumps of ferns. The pendulum stated me to hang up a right, although this intended taking the air into some grandiloquent, bushed bushes with spread branches that out of use the way of life in all ways. The pendulum took a firm stand that I get past these bushed bushes and into some other place where there were some very big tree diagrams. With each step I occupied, branches were snarling aloud, and it went on to me these bushes were there as a roadblock, i.e. no manner an interloper could forward without devising an illegitimate enterprise and directing an admonishing to whoever could be collected in the infinite before.
It was 11 a.m., wide day, and there was no one to pick up me as I rammed through and established myself in a derelict orchard that I straightaway accepted as the site of something truly painful. There were three large bowlders on the anchorred set in a hemicycle, one of them orthogonal and very plane and smooth, some other one round, and some other magniloquent more unpredictable at the far edge of the brush.
These large rock stood up veneer two immense excavated trees that restrained the drop edge. Both tree diagrams had got their backs to the ocean, and were molded simply like human existences with lifted weaponry, and the dug extinct component part of each tree was large enough to keep a full grownup adult. It was impossible to appear at them without conceiving of soul being trussed to them. On the anchorred near the bowlders were two round pits that held been lately filled with twigs and goes forth, neatly ordered.
I have never realized or matted anything like the spot where I was standing up, intelligibly the site of something terrible. It besides matted up ancient, like an infinite intentional by nature for a perverted design, not nature as we cognize it, but something Gothic, most alien. I’ve realized like topographic points in the forest England, and likewise Pelican State, but never earlier in Ellas. The tree diagrams could have been 100 months older, but peradventure more. The three bowlders could have been conveyed in from the archeological site. The square flat rock emphatically seemed like it was intentional for ritual slaughter — perhaps the twin fire pits were for roasting variety meat and viscera! My vision was scatting a spot untamed but there was a frightful quiver in this glade. I held been channelised to this spot in the thick of a woods dominating a route that was upon primarily for ordinary rural dealings — and what small touristry there is on Samotrace — but any went on in this woodlet was not for tourers.
Not only was the infinite fended for on all face by slurred circular bushes, and unseeable from the route because it was roosted on a fenced-off off — the likeliness of coming up crosswise it by fortuity patch padding lawlessly through the wood was nigh zippo — but even if you mislaid and sick enough to bumble onto it, you could not notice what sort of spot it was. You would have to be guided there, or you would never bump it.
I was occupying all this in, breakage extinct in a moth sudor, questioning where I should place my Holy Manus Grenade so I could get extinct of there. Simply then, I picked up something go “Baaaah” from right nearby and virtually leapt extinct of my skin. About 10 meters away at the border of the glade, a snowy long-horned caprine animal stood up observation. Up to that minute, there held been a still quiet. Next, a fowl of a sudden got a very worrying, dissipated dissonance from one of the crowns. I matted encircled by dire brutes who held seen something here and were holding back.
I started out urgently appearing about for an obvious spot to go away my orgone gizmo. There were respective possible muscae volitantes: I locomoted to the tree diagram, but the pendulum emphasised no, not there. It placed me to the farthest of the three bowlders where there was an infinite with informal dirt and little rocks — a full topographic point to lay to rest a little physical object, that I made, in about two sec. Some other birdsong came up from overhead I accepted the pigeon that the Hellenic languages call “Dekaocturo” because it makes an assuasive sound like “Dekaocturo” that way number 18. This appeared to be the all clear signal because then early fowls beginned whistling, and I could feel the fearfulness dispersing.
I endorsed away and bumbled through the greaves bushes, break lots of arms in my hurry to go forth. I seemed down from the top of the bluff, saw the route and then saw my bike still down in the gully. Acquiring back down the collapsing flaxen way of life appeared a tidy sum harder than coming up up, but earlier I had got clocked to believe, the stones and gravel but afforded mode and I slewed all the fashion to the fluxing stream at the bottom. What an assuagement to get extinct of there debauched, without any scratches.
I bounded on the motorcycle and cycled as dissipated as I could along the route till I came up to some other field day spot, besides whole derelict, and stopped up to pick up my breathing place. It was 11:30 a.m. I was in a province of total astonishment that all this held taken place, and what made it mean? On the style back to the port, I saw only one black caprine animal. It was kneel by the wayside. This too looked weird at the clip. I held never realised a caprine animal do that earlier. It looked to be expression, Hats off to you, Madam, and thanks for falling by. I inquired if some of those untamed black caprine animals are really human dupes at bay in animal organic structure.
When I acquired back to the port, I held a swimming near a small wayside chapel service consecrate to St. John. For the remainder of the twenty, I made good for you, touristed thing, such as climb Mount Saos in the searing sun, getting half-dead at 3 pm in the beautiful settlement of Chora that hangs up off a versant, where I held lunch. For that 60 minutes or two it was like being in Eden, and I partially buried about the Infernal woodlet by the ocean. In general, Samothrace appeared like a terrific, unspoilt topographic point, entire of lovely citizenry — demur for one local adult male who Saturday near me in a coffee bar, who moved bizarrely, asking for a passer to represent card game with him and then ripping off — he was not imbibed but his address was thick and he had on this permanent smirk — ulterior it happed to me he could be “obsessed.” The topical anaesthetics hardened him with caution although the server stated him off after he ostensibly ejaculated extinct something abhorrent in Greek and frightened away an aged gentlewoman.
The pendulum kept yielding me full, precise ways for the balance of the good afternoon: anticipating where I would feed lunch, and the dependableness of my leased bike, and respective early small “tests” that proven it makes work. It stated me not to see the sulfurous springtimes, and as well not to attempt to feed lunch in the small town on the South face of the island that has a miracle chapel service consecrate to the Virgin The Virgin — that I ulterior set up extinct was primarily empty and derelict.
So I feel sure that place genuinely is tied to the British Royal Menage. I inquired to be steered to the site of their secret rituals — envisaging this would lead me to the entry to some archeological souvenir, or perchance a Lodge in the mounds with sunburnt citizenry lawn bowling then unavowed off at nighttime to some tatty observance with torches and silly costumes. I sure enough never envisaged I would end up in the epicenter of evil.
I hope I do not sound hysteric! I have no doubts about the intending and purpose of what I saw.
I acquired back to Limnos on the gravy holder at 10 pm, spent. Themis and I locomoted extinct to a taverna and I said him all about my unusual escapade. Heliums never truly surprised by anything, so he but expressed to be heedful, as I could mislay powerfulness if I maintain this up.
The next solar day, the energy was a small brainsick. We locomoted pick mulberry trees and Themis had got a flat tire. Ulterior, I dreamed about Samothrace and being at the Christian church of the Virgin Blessed Virgin in the settlement of Chora, and all over were brilliant, pink flowers. I likewise dreamed soul handed me a certain, slurred drinking glass container filled with crawly, crawly centipedes and former toxicant beasts — they were seeable inside, but could not get extinct. And I hope this is a metaphor for the future: that these dark arcanums will be cognised, but not let loose on an unsuspicious macrocosm.
Today I’m composition this — posterior, I’m locomoting to get 2-3 more orgone generators. They clear away disconfirming energy, that I am finding more and more. They work in spirals. When located in countries where there is a pot of disconfirming, or even Demonic, action, they first neutralise the country and then they turn it to convinced.
“Buckingham Castle” came up up in a twosome of distant showing Sessions, as the rootage of the secret experiments on small fries and others. I made not assay to “distant position” the aspect in the plantation last dark, although I was allured. Alternatively I inquired for protective covering and cut down asleep. About midnight, in the openning up minutes of 06.06.06, I of a sudden matted a potent jar of energy that wakenned me up. I have no idea what that was — it was a spot like an ordnance travelling off in my head. I’m merely trusting the Holy Paw Grenade in the Clearing had got a moistening effect on the proceeding.
And that Charles IX and Camilla had got a decent weekend, bowls,