Surveillance stories

The first time we noticed we were being followed was on our second or third gifting run. We were on our way to Missoula to do some towers up there and we also wanted to hit a few on the way up. We got to Florence, which is about 6 miles north of us, and there was a tower behind a gas station. We pulled into the gas station and wandered around the parking lot trying to decide where to toss the TB’s when we noticed a Montana Highway Patrol car following us. The driver stopped when we stopped and he was staring straight at us, looking like he expected us to throw a grenade out the window.

We were going to get gas, but the tanks were being filled at that moment so we went onto the next gas station and the cop didn’t follow. We gifted the Florence tower on the way home. This was our first blatant confirmation that they were watching us. I have never been stared at like that by a cop before.

The next time we really noticed surveillance was on another run to gift the small airport across the valley from us. We were getting so many flyovers that it was quite annoying so we thought gifting the airport might help (it did). The airport is on a high “bench”, which is just a hill before the foothills of the mountains across the valley from us. Once we were done circling the airport with TB’s, we drove down the front of the bench and I noticed a bright blue pickup driving along the road below. Nothing unusual there, except a few minutes later, he was behind us. We turned, he turned. We turned again, he was behind us. I belatedly realized that I hadn’t turned on the SP we had brought with us. I turned it on and we turned down another road. He didn’t turn. We backed up and turned around and came back to the intersection where we had just turned. There he was, sitting on the side of the road, on the phone. We took off heading toward Missoula and he never saw us, never followed. I wish we had had the presence of mind to pull alongside him and say hello, or better yet, take his picture. This was a great confirmation for me that the SP blocks surveillance.

Another funny thing that happened was that after we gifted the local underground bioterror lab, they sent two helicopters to hover over the house and bug Stevo when I left the house to go to town. They hovered for nearly 45 minutes, and of course I had the camera with me so Stevo couldn’t get proof. They left about 5 minutes before I returned. The interesting thing here is that we discovered that they liked to buzz Stevo when I wasn’t around, maybe so that I wouldn’t believe him or something. What they failed to realize is that I have a lot of faith in Stevo and I believed him. As if I needed proof, one day Stevo left the property driving the car that I usually drove. Not 5 minutes later, a low-flying, and I mean low-flying, small plane came over the property and flew back and forth over our pasture about 6 times. I got it on video. They obviously thought I was in the car that left and they came to hassle Stevo.

We don’t get surveilled anymore, except when we go to visit Don and Carol. The feds love to accompany us to breakfast and dinner, maybe because we choose such great places to eat! They can’t really get close to us here because we’re out in the country and the surveillance is really obvious. They have taken to doing long-range radionics to bug us instead, which we have defeated with a combination of boosting and gifting.

Dooney’s first attack

The first time I really perceived clearly that I was being attacked was right after one of our early gifting runs. I had just emailed Don to say that we were about to out gifting, which was akin to publishing it on the web! We left our house and about 1/2 a mile away, a black SUV with the license “BUSHCO1″ pulled out into traffic behind us. We came to the turnoff for downtown and he followed us. I got extremely nervous and felt it in my 3rd chakra (solar plexus). The SUV followed us all the way downtown (a few miles) until we pulled into the post office. I can’t remember our target for that day…it might have been the Mormon church across the street from the post office.

By the time we got home, I felt awful. I felt weak and scared  and I wasn’t in my body. I asked Stevo to look at my energy and he saw a cord at my 3rd chakra. This was all new to me, I just knew that something wasn’t right. He worked on me, cutting the cord and healing my 3rd chakra, and I immediately felt better. It’s hard to explain if you haven’t experienced it, but when you have someone else’s energy in your space, it just feels wrong. When your space is clear, it feels so right.

This was a very good illustration for me to know what was my own energy and what was not. I have never forgotten that feeling of wrongness, and when I feel that now, I know I am being attacked. It was also a good lesson in that I let that person in my space by going into fear. If I had been able to better control my fear reaction, they never would have been able to attack my 3rd chakra. Today if the same thing happened, I would simply boost the driver of the car and think nothing of it.

Stevo’s first big attack

Stevo suffered the first big attack in the beginning of our gifting life. The night before we left to meet Carol and Don for the first time, in 2004, a woman walked up our 1/4 mile driveway at 10pm just to ask Stevo about his healing business. She was either stoned or a programmed zombie, probably both, because her eyes were dead and her speech was slow and ponderous. I wouldn’t even go to the door because her energy felt so bad, but Stevo politely answered her questions and sent her on her way.

We later learned that she was sent to get close to Stevo to get his energy signature for an attack that was to come. A few days after we returned from visting Carol and Don, Stevo was attacked so bad that he spend a week in bed in terrible pain. I spent the week nursing him and fending off the constant flyovers of small planes. Every 15 minutes or so I would run out into the back yard and pick up our 10-foot CB, and swing it around to point it at a low-flying airplane. It was interesting to watch them veer off each time I did that. It was very obvious that they wanted to avoid the energy of the CB. If it had happened once or twice I would have called it coincidence, but it happened more than a dozen times. They made a mistake when they messed with my man!

That’s a typical ploy, by the way. They hardly ever attack me in a direct physical manner. They attack Stevo, knowing I will suffer because of my empathetic gift. After he recovered from that attack, I don’t think he’s ever been hit as hard. We learned how to fight back. We learned that being passive is the NWO’s control game for sensitive souls. Don’t let them convince you that fighting for your life is a bad thing. Learn to defend yourself with the best weapon you have….Love.

About the chats

So much happens in the chats that it is sometimes hard for me to remember from week to week, so I’m hoping to have a bit better record of what we’ve done so we can track confirmations. Don is good about posting about the more important chats, so this will be more of a record for me and the other chatters. Not everything that happens in the chats is for public consumption, so I will just publish the highlights and not any personal information.

Meeting Don & Carol

We first met Don through email, as many of you have also done. Stevo had been researching zapper technology, wanting to find something more efficient than his Rife machine for killing parasites. He came across the Don Croft zapper and started corresponding with Don. That led, of course, to the Adventures of Don and Carol, which made for fascinating reading. I ended up corresponding with Don and we joined one of his earlier forums and began gifting and posting.

A few months later, Don and Carol invited us to join them on a gifting trip into the Bitterroot Mountains on the Idaho side, to Monitor Mine, where a miner had found a circle of standing stones and bulldozed them for fear his mine would be taken over as an historical site. On his deathbed, he confessed, and folks have been searching for the standing stones ever since. We went up there to re-gift the mine, as Carol and her friend Linda had had quite an adventure there the year before (see the Adventures for the whole story).

We met Don and Carol at their house in Moscow, Idaho and had a wonderful time getting to know each other. Don immediately sat me down and had me play flight simulator on his computer. I wasn’t too bad! He later told us he has everyone do that as a kind of test to see how game they are for adventure. It was great to talk to Carol, who is probably the most talented and humble psychic I’ve ever met. I blabbed all about my childhood and she confirmed many things about myself that I had long suspected, including being targeted for psychic shutdown from an early age.

We had fun up at the mine, camping out along the Continental Divide, complete with a bear visit in the middle of the night. Ryan McGinty was also on that trip and it was fun meeting him too. For the first time, we were around people who didn’t look at us like we were crazy and roll their eyes when we talked about psychic stuff. Like Carol says, being a psychic is a lonely life.

We hiked all over and dropped orgonite into the mine in a couple of spots. Our dog Charlie was so hyped up, running around in the woods and jumping over fallen logs, that he was lame the next day. Our older dog Black Jack was also having trouble, so the second day I stayed at the car with the dogs while Stevo, Don, Carol and Ryan hiked deep into the woods looking for the standing stones.

About an hour after they left, I heard the helicopter. One black helicopter followed the hikers, who stayed concealed in the heavy undergrowth. Both Carol and Stevo psychically saw snipers on the helicopter. Ryan got a picture of the helicopter and posted it on the forum a few days later. I briefly thought of hiding in the bushes with the dogs, wondering if they were going to come after me, alone by a river. Instead, I focused my energy on a positive outcome and did not let fear overtake me. This was still early in my “training” and it was a scary thing to consider. The helicopter was real. The bad guys were out there and they knew where I was.

A few hours later the hikers returned, exhausted. They didn’t find the standing stones, but they did drop a bunch of orgonite into a vortex and got it spinning the right way. Ryan came back with a friendly elemental attached to him. It was a good day’s work.

Taking the right path

In the chat the other day, one of the chatters asked a good question – how do you get clarity about what your path should be taking? I told him basically, you have to trust yourself. You have to stop doubting yourself and trust your intuition. Easy to say, simple concept…but hard to do in your daily life. So how do you trust?

Stevo says: “You gotta follow your heart. Your heart is your truth detector. It can also be used as lie detector. When you feel peace in your heart, you’re on your path. When you feel fear or tension in your heart then that’s the indication that you’re not on your path, or someone is manipulating you.”

How do you keep from being manipulated? Keep your space clear. Do the daily maintenance on your energy system, starting with grounding. Steer clear of habits that allow others to control your space, mainly drugs and alcohol. Pay attention to your energy. Soon you will be able to distinguish if it is your energy you are feeling or someone else’s.

First weather confirmations

We were fairly skeptical about orgonite in the beginning, as some of you may be. Our first experience pouring orgonite changed our minds. We started out making TB’s in our garage. At this point, our region of Montana had been in drought for several years. It was April, traditionally a month that we typically are still experiencing snow and frost. In April, 2004 it was 83 degrees F by the second week – midsummer weather – and completely dry. The day we made our first batch of orgonite, before we even finished pouring our first tray, it began to rain.

A few weeks later, we made our first CB and assembled it in our garage. We had decided to use 10-foot pipes to get more bang for the buck. Our base had not even finished curing and it began to rain. It rained for the next three weeks straight and our weather pattern returned to normal for the time of year.

We were hooked.

Our first gifting mission

It was a rainy Monday night in April, 2004. We waited until 10:30 pm so we wouldn’t be noticed. There are two death towers about a mile from our house, so those were our first targets. My heart was pounding as we pulled out of our driveway and headed toward the towers. I was terrified someone (the police) would see us and throw us in jail. I believe I was still fairly brainwashed about the all-seeing power of Big Brother.

We decided to gift in the juniper bushes across the street, so we pulled into the gas station located there and turned around to get close to the bushes. That’s when we saw him. A local county sherriff parked at the gas station convenience store. We looked at each other and said “What the hell!” and tossed our gifts. And then we flew!

Woo-hoo!

Welcome!

stevoanddooney1Welcome to Dooney & Stevo’s blogsite. I decided to start a blog mostly to keep a daily journal of our etheric life. I’m terrible at handwriting a journal, but I spend so much time each day on my computer that I thought it might be easier to have an online journal.

So many things have happened since Stevo and I began our own Life Etheric in 2004, I wish I had been keeping a journal all this time. Some things we have experienced have been simply unbelievable, so I’ll try and tell some stories along the way.

I also wanted to have someplace to talk about energetic and spiritual stuff because I get a lot of email questions about how we do what we do, what someone else can do to get started on their path, and a lot of questions about how people can get clear of obstacles and attacks. I really enjoy coaching people and I’d also like to make more information available on a more daily basis. Maybe writing about what Stevo and I go through will help someone else.

I think to start with I’m going to allow moderated comments, and we’ll see how that goes.

Enjoy!

Dooney