The Case of the Missing Hubby

I posted this on one of the now-defunct orgonite boards and I thought it was a story worth repeating. Stevo and I were taking the garbage out one winter night, and he started off down the driveway hauling the garbage can. I was following him with the dogs. For some reason, he thought we had gone ahead of him, so when he got to the end of our long driveway he kept going up the road, since we had agreed we’d walk to the nearby trailhead at the end of our road. It was dusk and started to snow as I got to the end of the driveway. I was about 300 feet behind Stevo with the dogs so I should have easily caught up with him.

When I got to the end of the driveway, he was nowhere in sight. I should have been able to see him walking up the road a short way ahead. It was getting dark but there was a bright moon. I called and called but he didn’t answer and I still couldn’t see him.

I ran back to the house and put the dogs inside and went back out with a flashlight. I could see Stevo’s footprints in the snow around the garbage can but not heading up the road. I ran back to the house and got the Powerwand and got in the truck to see if I could find him. By this time I was fairly panicked but trying not to go into fear too much. I drove up the road toward the trailhead and it was snowing very hard and it was very windy. Suddenly he appeared on the road, walking toward me. I stopped the truck and he got in.

He said he had thought we were ahead of him on the road and he could hear the tinkling of the dogs’ collars, so he kept going to catch up with us. He turned around when he got to the trailhead and started walking back. We weren’t quite sure what had happened, and when we asked Carol to look at it she thought he had been taken up in a friendly ship and was unaware of the journey. She said they were giving him some information that he would retrieve at a later date.

All I know is that my hubby disappeared for a bit. It was a scary few moments because we were under attack a lot at that time in our lives and I was afraid he’d been hurt or abducted by the bad guys. It was interesting that he heard the noise of the dogs’ collars when they were nowhere near…like he was being lured by the sound. He was not aware of being taken but it was also interesting that the wind and snow started up suddenly as he left our property, kind of putting him in a cocoon of sight and sound. This heavy weather stopped shortly after I returned to the house with him in the truck.

The Great & Powerful Stevo

That’s our nickname for Stevo in the chats (GPS) because, just like Carol, he is a top-notch psychic who rarely shows the full strength of his abilities.  The first time I experienced Stevo’s energy unveiled was a couple of years after we got together. We were spending the weekend with friends at a big house in the Santa Cruz mountains. Everyone was in the hot tub and the doctors (several of the men were chiropractors – colleagues of Stevo’s) started telling war stories, tales of patients who had come in with horrible festering injuries that the medical doctors had not healed.

Well,  I’m an empath, so I hear stuff like that and I see it and feel it, almost like I’m there. I’ve had several near-fainting episodes in my life because of reading something or hearing something that knocked me out of my body.  This time I made it out of the hot tub and inside to the living room, then I simply dropped to the floor. I didn’t actually go unconscious, but I was unaware of my surroundings for several minutes. I came back when the resident dog started licking my hand.

Well, everyone came in and no one noticed that I was sitting on the floor zonked out, then Stevo came over and asked me if I was okay. I told him what happened then we got up to get ready for bed. Stevo looked at me a little later and said that I was floating above my body, and he was really concerned about me. I wasn’t too worried, I just wanted to go to sleep. We laid down to go to sleep and he asked if he could do a healing on me to get me back in my body. I said yes.

The next thing I know, I feel this energy spiraling up from my feet, gradually going up my body. I felt like I was in the middle of an electrical storm and all the cells of my body were coming alive. What was happening was that I was coming back into my body and that feeling of being connected to my body again was incredible. It was the first time I was really aware that I was a spirit inside a body. I’ve never forgotten that feeling of being totally connected. It’s the best I’ve ever felt in my life. I asked Stevo later how he did it and he said he doesn’t know. :-)  He was just desperate to get me back in my body.

So that’s the kind of thing a really powerful psychic can do. I know that people I have worked on have felt my energy because they give me instant feedback, but I don’t think I’ve ever affected anyone that powerfully. Carol has the same type of energy when she does healings.

Strange sightings…lights in the woods, lights in the sky

We live in a wooded area on 10 acres of property, so it’s usually quiet and dark at night. We like to sit out in our hot tub and look at the stars, so it stands to reason that sometimes we see unusual things.

Once when I was out there alone, I was staring at a light up on the hill where a large equestrian ranch is located. This light is on every night in the same location so it was nothing unusual. Suddenly, as I watched, the light began to move, bobbing as if it were located on a miner’s helmet and someone was walking along with the light on his hat. I simply couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The light had moved from it’s stationary position and was bobbing along in the woods. I mentioned it to Stevo and he said he’d seen the same thing a few nights earlier. One time, we saw a large ball of lights in the sky over this same ranch. It wasn’t an airplane, which has red and green lights on the wings. This was an actual ball, with red, orange, blue and green lights winking on and off. We both commented on it, then suddenly it plunged to the earth out of site behind the trees, directly over the ranch. Needless to say, that ranch has been gifted!

For a couple of years we used to see lights in the woods immediately east of our property. We tried to explain it away as car headlights and taillights, but after observing them for a while it was obviously not from a car, a bike or a flashlight of any kind. The lights were multi-colored and would dart through the woods from north to south, like blips of light through the trees. As soon as we would comment on them, they would disappear and then return a few minutes later. It would drive our dogs crazy and they would bark, even Black Jack, who is not a barker by nature. The funny thing is that the other barking dogs in the neighborhood were silent – they didn’t seem to notice. I asked Carol to look at it and she saw little alien guys running around the woods in little airborne scooters. Interestingly, when our CIA neighbors next door moved out the lights disappeared and we haven’t seen them since.

Stevo was sitting in the living room once, looking out the picture window, and saw a white ball of light come down and land in our front pasture, which is less treed than the rest of the property. We saw something similar happen when driving to a friends’ house south of here…a green ball of light came down very quickly and landed somewhere near our friends house. This is the kind of thing you see with your own eyes and always wonder about.

Once there was an incredibly bright light hanging in the sky over the mountains directly to the west of us, about 1/2 mile. At first we thought it was Venus making it’s customary summer appearance but as the night wore on and we went out to soak in the tub, the light stayed where it was, not moving with the earth’s rotation like a planet or star would. It was so bright it looked like large halogen lights hanging in the sky. We just couldn’t believe our eyes. We think they were there to show themselves to us and Carol agreed when we told her about it. After three hours or so, it finally moved off like a star would.

Several times we have seen the multi-colored balls of light that are not airplanes moving across the tops of the Bitterroot Mountains. We’re sure there’s an underground base out there, which has been confirmed by several psychics. They’ve used radionics on us from that base and Don has been dying to get over those mountains in one of his planes. He was going to do so this summer until they caused him to crash his ultralight.

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.

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.