Thanks, Georg--several people have told me that they also notice the effects of Carol's gifting effort .   She told me that she wished she'd had Kika's cell number so she could call her directly.  She was looking forward to doing some of this with her.

What she and Katya did, though, was just a good beginning, so there's plenty of sites left for people to gift, evidently including perhaps more in Portugal.  Carol said that there are people in South England who have evidence that Jesus was there (presumably after the crucifixion) but the gals were prevented from going there.  Carol's got a story about that

In fact she and Katya told me a lot of stories on the way back from the airport, last week.   It was midnight when we dropped Katya off at her home. Right before that our windshield was quickly fogged, presumably with poisonous vapor, and the gals both got sick that night.   I was evidently pokisoned with chromium (injection?) that night during sleep.  Good thing I had an appointment with Doc Stevo this week because he identified the poison and recommeded some PCA Rx to get it out, which I'm now doing.  

That little bottle also got the beryllium out of me (again) a couple of years ago after another poisoning.   Five years ago Doc von Peters got several poisonous metals out of Carol and I with his treatments.  Stevo is now repairing my damaged heart, too, and says that when he started on it, a year ago, I was on a steep decline toward heart failure.  Since I had no heart trouble before we started getting poisoned regularly with toxic metals I'll assume my heart would be fine if Carol and I had not committed to this work, ten years ago.  She was recently poisoned more heavily with uranium, by the way.  You don't need to worry: only a few of our closest associates seem to be the targets and we're all doing fine. It sucks to get poisoned, of course.  I'll be SOOOO glad when the US Government finishes imploding because that will also be the end of the British/Israel parasitic regimes, too--no more terrorism in the world!  On a personal level, it will probaly also be the end of these murder attempts and sabotage to my aircraft.

Stevo suggested that posting about it might help discourage these omnipresent, felonious federal DORknobs from trying so hard to destroy us.  I didn't want to make a special thread for it.  I'll just post notices from time to time after the attempts occur. I was getting kind of lax about telling about it.  They can damage this grassroot effort a lot by killing the psychics and me but it sure wouldn't stop the growing distribution of  orgonite from ruining the corporate world order's stinky etheric infrastructure forever

Carol's all lined up to post on her blogsite about their adventures: crystalinsights.net .  Dooney gave her some cheerleading yesterday when we were at their house.  I'll ask my daughter to help Carol learn how to post her images in her blogs.

She cleared up a couple of huge questions for me about history and my towerflipping buddy in Dubai will also be particularely heartened by what we've surmised:  The Templars were good guys and protected Jesus' and Magdalene's lineage, perhaps are still quietly doing so in Scotland; there are LOTS of Cathars in Southern France who are still practicing the 'clean' Christianity that Mary Magdalene taught and which the world may soon know about with certainty, which will be the quick end of ruinous, parasitic Christian patriarchy (including the shaky foundation of Bornagain Chumpianity)

The freemasons and Sion evidently attached themselves like leeches to the Templar legacy to give themselves credibility, though she didnt' get a complete picture of what Sion represents, this trip--just that it looks wretched for now.  The Sion DORknob who followed Carol and Katya around Rennes le Chateaux was  energetic but cadaverous, like the two Sion/freemason creeps who were interviewed in one of the documentaries about that place

Carol's stories are real page turners.  She's been home for 10 days and has only gotten through two folders of her pictures with me.  We figure that the hundreds of photos (she took a good camera) will adequately trigger the stories for her on her blogsite

~Don
  

A bit long after the event, but here is how it all started, as seen from my ‘position’:

Back in March, I decided to look at Greg’s site www.greghallett.com after John had recommended him to me.  I was rather startled by the book title “Hitler was a British Agent” and ordered it immediately.  Couldn’t put it down, made me realise that after spending the last 5 years wading through the conspiracy morass this was probably the ultimate style and substance in revelation of what is actually going on.  

I ordered the next volume, got a note from Greg saying that he was out of town, possibly not too far from me, upon which I expressed a desire to meet him if at all possible.  A correspondence ensued, culminating in my meeting him at Rosslyn Chapel just about a month ago.  You read an author’s book and then meet him just like that, how cool is that, eh?

I had no idea what to expect, even though I’d listened to interviews with him on his site (highly recommended), I even had doubts as to what I’d let myself in for.  As it turned out, this was a lifetime type meeting which set in train events that appear to be changing the inner direction of my life.

Before Greg and I went into the actual chapel, I wanted to have a look at the landscape this building stands in.  It overlooks a valley and I was absolutely overwhelmed by the beauty and energy that comes from this place; as it happened, it was one of the few warm days we’ve had so far this year, many trees were in bloom and there was a feeling of Paradise there that words cannot describe.  I knew very little of Rosslyn Chapel before but the surrounding nature was my point of immediate connection to it.  Also, as we began our walk, workmen were just in the course of taking off the first sheet of the temporary roof that had been over the chapel for the last 13 years to protect it from water while restoration was going on – revelation, which is what we will see a lot of this year, I am reliably informed.


                                              




Before we went into the chapel, we walked some way into this beautiful valley to look at the ruins of Rosslyn Castle.  We sat down to chat for a while and just after we got up, a piper and bodhran player came to play on the very spot we had been sitting.





















We went into the chapel and Greg gave me explanations of certain ornaments and sculptures.  It appears that even the guides there didn’t know that this place was built by Portuguese stone masons who were deeply conversant with Masonic symbolism and had free rein to express secrets in stone that could only be understood by those in the know (remember that 800 years ago Freemasons were not the same decadent movement that they have become in recent centuries).
As we walked away from the chapel, it dawned on me that I would probably be in this place again the following week, and here is why:
Don had asked me whether Carol could send some orgonite to me for safekeeping until she needed it on her trip.  So the stuff duly arrived a few weeks before Carol; I only knew that she wanted to go to Edinburgh, a couple of hours’ drive south from us, and I said to Don I would meet her there and hand the orgonite over and perhaps have time to go gifting a bit.  

In the meantime I had figured out that she would probably want to go to Roslin/Rosslyn and  I told Greg that I would likely be down here again the week after and showed him a TB by way of explanation, thus introducing him to orgonite.  He was immediately interested and excited that there was a group of people who were actually doing something practical to rebalance all the weather and other manipulations of which he is fully aware (he was tossing TBs with relish on our trip back home).   I told him as much as I could in a short time about Don & Carol and how I had found them and began making my own orgonite and started gifting.

He then mentioned that the next place he would visit after staying with us – where he was going to give a lecture to a group of us – was Kentchurch Court.  What?  That’s John Scudamore’s place, who I was just about to tell Greg about.  By this time I was beginning to suspect that things were falling into place in a way that was not merely coincidence (there’s no such thing anyway) but that there was a deep purpose behind it all.  Over the next week I experienced so many revelations and occurrences that I had to start pinching myself hard on a regular basis to make sure I wasn’t dreaming this up.

Greg told us about his present research, which is a new departure for him, and it became ever clearer to me that this would probably be connected to Carol’s endeavours.  After what I’d told him about her and her work and the fact that she was going to be in these parts he became very keen on meeting her.  As it happened, he was also held up and had to stay with us for longer than anticipated, which then made it possible to meet Carol here – this clearly had to happen.

Watching the two meet was quite an event, Carol handed one of her fleur-de-lys orgonite creations to Greg and he immediately felt the effect of it while she was watching what was going on with him.  I was rather amazed that Greg was able to feel the energy and I think he probably was, too.  I’m not sure whether he’d realised until then that he was energy sensitive.

Anyway, Carol and Kathy stayed with us for a couple of nights, and the next day we had a memorable dinner when Carol and Greg were bouncing stuff off each other, comparing notes, that left the rest of us gawping in amazement.  They clearly have a very strong connection with each other.  I will leave it to Greg to eventually present his current work here, just watch this space.

I would now like to relate my short trip with Carol and Kathy to a few sites of interest.  First off, we went to the Templar cemetery near us where Carol clearly felt their presence and we buried three of my TBs in certain spots.  This is a place I thought I had been to but actually haven’t.







Some of you might see what's going on in this picture:































I have not done much research into the Templars yet, but I’m about to and I think that there are huge misconceptions about them out there, especially amongst conspiracy people.

Next, we went to visit the stone circles I had visited with Kelly 4 years ago, see http://www.materiaetherica.com/heavenandearth/Britain.  Carol confirmed Kelly’s findings, namely that there is an ancient spirit entity there, a quite powerful and respectable sheng being, as he called it.  Carol spent some time there in quiet contemplation and as we left, she said that the guardian said thank you for our visit.  Kathy took a picture of Carol and myself and, as so often with digital photos, an entity can clearly be seen among the trees above us.  Last time we were there with another visitor, in April, there was a fog in and around the circle but not anywhere else; it is a very special place and we visit it frequently, often showing it to visitors and seeing what their reaction is.






























There are three circles close together in this area, all of them in spots with spectacular views, and they are related to each other.  The next one we went to see I had not visited with Kelly but Carol found there that the guardian spirit of it was not in the circle but some distance away at the edge of the forest.  We buried 3 TBs and as we left, Carol said that the guardian was now closer to the circle.  We also noticed something like bone meal in the middle of the circle, as if someone had made an offering or some such; although the circle is in the middle of a field, it looked unlikely that it would have been fertiliser that had accidentally been spilled there.  In the middle of many stone circles human bones and ash have been discovered during excavations, it seems that they were also used as burial and possibly scarificial sites.  My understanding is that they were points of connection between heaven and earth as well as gateways to the unseen world.

















The circle after that Kelly had gone to see and reported back that there was a spirit in the big stone who was quite happy in himself but that there seemed to be something not quite right, almost sad in the rest of the circle and that he, Kelly, couldn’t do anything about it.

As soon as we stepped into this circle, Carol began communicating with that guardian spirit and she said that he was actually a fairy king and that there was a whole fairy village in the pile of stones that lay directly across the circle from the big stone.  Carol, in consultation with the king, instructed me to place three TBs in various locations within the circle.  Apparently the king got really excited and started barking orders to his subjects, which made Carol laugh; this continued for all the time we were there.  He also said that he really liked Kelly and that when Kelly came next time, he should come with his boots on – “Tell Kelly to bring his boots!” the king kept repeating over and over, even as we eventually walked away from the circle.

The fairy king stone is the big one left of centre.














Carol laughing with the fairy king.
















Words are a pale reflection of the reality I experienced there through Carol’s participation but the feeling it engendered is still with me, it has opened a door to the elemental world for me.  This is a direction in which I have been going for a long time and what Carol showed confirmed to me that I’m on the right path there even though I am not apparently energy sensitive as such, more a bookworm.  Just thinking back to that day fills me with joy.

In the evening, we had a raucous dinner altogether, now referred to in our small circle as “The Dinner”, with Greg and Carol bouncing stuff off each other like fireworks.



Greg trying to impress Carol with his whistle-while-I-eat routine.














Two tousle-haired old codgers, one of them not Paddy.














I think this was possibly the moment in which Greg became really aware of being psychic; I had taken him to the stone circles the Sunday before and there was no reaction to their unseen aspect from him then.  The conversations that went on that evening were something else, everyone was in high spirits, particularly Greg who had just succeeded in having some preview copies of his latest book printed [again, watch this space!].  We also all benefited from personal consultations with Carol in a quiet corner of the table, which felt like a real privilege to me.  

Next day was for goodbyes, we were really sad to see Carol go, particularly my wife.  She brought something unexpected to our lives and it was a real thrill to watch a world class psychic work at close hand and we feel really honoured to have had her as our guest.  Seen that her work in Europe is by no means finished, I’m really looking forward to meet her again on her next trip.  Tributes also to Kathy, whom we didn’t know before, for being such a staunch companion (you should have heard them bitching at each other good-naturedly, it was a delight  

Greg’s attempt at getting his book printed was beset by all sorts of problems, but they turned out to be the factor that made him meet Carol and they ended up going down to Kentchurch together in Carol and Kathy’s hired car.  



World class psychic team setting off.













Paddy
  

Paddy, your report and photos were well worth the wait, thanks!  Thanks, too, for making the photos small enough--very helpful.  I love seeing the evidence in photos of present entities (the bright foggy bits).  Let's track this over coming months because we've seen these things change in digital photos, sometimes.  No need to worry about  pajama-clad, complacent curmudgeons explaining important stuff away--I don't invite them, here. I love seeing Carol that happy.  She takes on everyone's burdens and I'm conspiring with the unseen hosts to engineer an existence for us that will allow her to have more fun, like she did with you guys in UK.

You'll increasingly enjoy your contacts with fairies and elementals.  I think it takes any of us awhile to learn to stop being closed off to this larger view of  reality.  The confirmations are priceless, once the door has been opened.  Note that we all were aware of this stuff when we were small children, so of course anyone is capable of regaining that awareness after it's been programmed away.

Carol enjoyed reading  your report (VERY much, as you know) and tried, again, to post something in this thread but hackers prevented it.   She's been trying for months to post on EW and even with Alejandro's able help has not succeeded, so far.  I'm hoping that my comments will cause the NSA/CIA/MI6 DORknobs to back off and stop the hacking so she can 'speak.'  Meanwhile, Carol will get another password from Ale and try again.

Her happiest time in the trip was with you folks and Johnny, by the way, and this is evident in the photos.  The work in France was grueling but necessary.  They enjoyed getting acquainted with Gregory in Paris and David in Lille, though, and Carol was sorry that she was not able to meet up with Katarina (Georg's daughter) in Southern France, this time.   I hope to go back to France with Carol next summer to share the load, also to Portugal for more gifting of important Magdalene sites, including Fatima.  I'm scheming to successfully use my world citizen passport, then, via Santo Domingo.  This type of passport,  often used by refugees who can't get visas, otherwise,  was born in France, so to speak.

I'd love to have Greg for a visit but the feds just disappeared another conspiracy writer, very close to where we live.  They're really slamming the door on free speech in the alleged Land of the Free under the New Patriotism

I suggested to Carol that they aren't likely to disappear me because I'm seen as kind of a clown.   She begged to differ, since I'm incessantly calling for the dissolution of the federal gov't, but I reminded her that in Florida, when the US Coast Guard abducted us in international waters and called every conceivable police agency, including Homeland Security (right next door to where we were being detained) to come take us away, none of them showed up and we were finally released in the middle of the night.  

That was during the year that Jeff McKinley, Carol and I were successfully 'transforming' the HAARPicane-generating infrastructure in the region.  Also, every single time she pulled out of our driveway, during that year,  a cop followed us for a short distance but every time I drove out (I have no driver license--can't get one under the New Patriotism) there were no cops in sight. I drove quite often, too, especially to pick people up at the big airport in Palm Beach, 30 miles away.

If I miss three days of email and posting on EW, people begin to speculate that I've been disappeared by the DORknobs and I think Carol is equally unlikely to be disappeared  because she, too, has no hate in her.   If they were able to tie us, even very remotely, to any of their own stupid racist/bornagain-chump/terrorist groups we'd have been disappeared a loooong time ago.

Greg's presentations are also light-hearted but with very heavy subject matter so maybe that's been keeping him out of harm's way.  There's no hatred in that guy, either.   Carol says he's a natural psychic.    I think he's psychic in a way similar to how stock traders and investment  counselors (like Hong Kong Johnny and Bear Claw) and other successful business speculators are.  I don't perceive the stupefying stink of Theosophy in him, which is incredibly refreshing to me

Carol bought a casting of a Magdalene cross at the gift shop in the little village of Rennes le Chateaux.  It's closely similar to the Templar cross, which closely resembles the Maltese cross.   In one of the books about Rennes le Chateaux--the one written by the British surveyor--an enormous Maltese cross is seen laid out across the Mediterranean region with significant old cities, temple sites and geographical features delineating the main points of the figure.  Also, a perfect hexagram and a symmetrical but 'bottom-heavy' pentagram connected at the northeast of the hexagram, covers the country of France, similarly 'drawn' by key geographical and architectural features. I wish I could remember the name of the book but the author surmises that these were created more than fifty thousand years ago.  After so many years of  forced vagabondage, which pretty much ended a year after Carol and I got together,  I didn't keep most of my favorite books.

I agree that we're starting to unravel some important history about the Templars, now.  I think the Templars, including Jacques de Molay, who  were rounded up and tortured to death in the 13th century, throughout Europe, were good guys connected to the Cathars. I think the present  freemasons parasited on this legacy to give themselves undeserved credibility.  

Notice how a similar (but relatively bloodless, thank God) strategy is being deployed, now, to discredit and bury this unorganized orgonite movement.  If I die from 'natural causes' then I think the fakers have a slim chance at succeeding.  I said, 'slim,' because there are probably enough courageous and committed people around, by now,  to keep the noisy, sponsored fakers and  skilled, obfuscating fools in the background. God bless them all

Several of the psychics in the chats started seeing Mary Magdalene during our exercises in a more 'present' and active way since Carol gifted those places in Europe.   She feels a strong pull to get back there and do a lot more but doesn't want to go during the cold months. She was depressed at the end of the trip by the realization that the job has only begun. She had expected to get most of it done and hadn't realized the scale of the challenge.   Hopefully, other gifters in France and Portugal will get busy with this important work.  The fleur de lis is Mary Magdalene's family symbol, after all.  What an incredibly important historical figure she is!  Carol and I believe that her legacy figures very, very heavily in the needed collapse of this ancient global tyranny.

~Don
  

I saw the picture of Carol laughing with the Fairy King and it brought to mind Mark Twain's "Joan of Arc", where I'd read about Joan's interaction with a group of fairies near her village, and how that happy interaction, which Joan refused to repudiate, was one of the lynchpins of the Church's "she's a witch" agenda against her. In fact, all the local children saw them, interacted with them - and destroying/driving the fairies out was a stated mission of the Church authorities at the time - if I recall correctly they chopped down the sacred tree they inhabited, did an excorcism of them to drive them away.

Growing up, I read virtually everything Mark Twain/Samuel Clemens wrote, and was shocked as an adult when I discovered "Joan of Arc". First of all, I thought it was tremendous, one of the best things he wrote, and it didn't me take too long to figure out why I hadn't been told about the book. It's a very well researched, stick-it-to-the-man tour de force, check it out if you haven't ever.
  

Very interesting, Jeff--I understand that 'Arc' is 'Arques' which is the region where Mary Magdalene evidently lived and died and I personally believe Joan was a descendent of Mary Magdalene--a very refined young woman with royal blood, rather than a peasant. By then, I think all the European royal families had this bloodline.    This is the only way to make sense of the way she was begrudgingly accepted by the aristocrats, I think.

Joan's alleged interaction with faeries seems appropriate to me and maybe it relates to Jacques DeMolay's evident good relationship with fire elementals.  I had a taste of that during two firewalks, I think--the feeling of otherworldliness doesn't seem unusual during the experience.  Anyone can do that but I don't flatter myself that I could do what Jacques DeMolay did.

I'm having a conversation with Herve in France about this and after we discussed the Masons' evident parasitic piracy of the Templar traditions, he sent me this account:


 
About the high-jacking of Templars by the masons:   highly likely to be correct.  There’s an interesting story about Jacques de Molay recounted by Derlon when his mentor brought him to “L’île de la cité”  on a pilgrimage to his mentor’s “Master of Fire”:  
 
“This day (18 March 1944) is the anniversary date of the death of a great master-sorcerer, a great traveler who, a long time ago, was burnt alive at a square of Paris which I am going to show you in a little while….  In 1314, at this precise spot, the Templars grand master and his companions were burnt alive. The Templar, surrounded with flames, spoke to his suzerain, as if the fire wasn’t affecting him, and allegedly ‘cursed’ him and his line.  

The Tziganes [Gypsies] came to France only a century later but on hearing of the story and the dramatic termination of the “Cursed Kings;” their masters of fire recognized or were led to recognize Jacques de Molay as one of theirs.  

In the manner of the ‘Compagnons du Tour de France,’ this spot became a secret meeting place for the Tziganes’ masters of fire.”

“What you just did,, Pierre (extinguish a cigar on his palm without any trace of burns), is nothing compared to what Jacques de Molay did the day Philippe le Bel burnt him here.  It’s only been a short while since I know his name and still wouldn’t know it, hadn’t you taught me to read.”

“How did you call him before?

“The Master of Fire.”

“Why ‘Master’?”

“Because during his torture, not once did he stop talking with the tone of voice of a man unaffected by pain.  Furthermore, he predicted, to his executioner, things that did happen; this because fire can also be used as a divination prop and bring to the present what tomorrow will be.”
 
That sets the record straight as far as the “curse” go.