(This is a slightly edited original e-mail from one of the participants.)
I am eagerly looking forward to the A&A report! We and our friend,
a Big Red Marvel, were at a gathering of alternative travellers
last weekend. Multi-coloured tipi's, campers and tents in the
middle of green borderland. Operation, "Thunderstrike" jumps to
mind right now, although I would prefer "Nutcracker", was part
of that weekend. What privilege! That was a brilliant one I tell
you! It gave, still does, me the same feeling as when I was watching
the twin towers going down. Same class of event. I'm hoping A
gives some "benificial effects assessment" (damage report, LOL).
One of those ~undisclosed awesome miraculous events~ concerning
~ork stew~, Sekhmets revenge part III or whatever.
There was this gathering of NAR (Network Alternative Travellers)
last weekend. Some hundred wonderfull souls met on a muddy farmyard
compound which is meant to be an eco-farm some time in the future.
Red Marvel met us across one field with arms stretched wide and
a huge smile. We put up our tent next to her caravan on the border
of the main area. Some 3/4 of a dozen tipi's were set up. Some
are multi-coloured art. An exposition tent, a catering tent with
crocodile soup and chai. Lots of Belgian people with their elegant
accent. A colourfull bunch. Diversity in perfect harmony.
Saturday about noon, we were just finished attending a lecture
in the half open theater tipi in the pouring rain. It cleared
up a bit. Thunderclouds were on the horizon. We were talking with
a lady, another group was filling the rest of the tent in an after-discussion.
Most of the group left, the lady left. Red Marvel joined us.
My wife had her funny looking, ~worth a couple of dimes in material~,
zero-point energy coil with her, designed for reception and transmission.
Red Marvel took the coil in both hands to feel the working. Powerfull!
She was sucked into the coil. Soul energy field and the heart
of Sai Baba. Handle that.
I was enjoying the moment and my glance wondered to the sky just
above the farmhouse, about 50 mtrs away. I was probably attracted
to the noise of the powerfull tripple diamond formation of F16
Falcons, twelve in number. 300 ft, may-be less. Air show? Training?
Nah, air show on some German airbase probably.
The formation had cleared the farmhouse and was right over our
tipi when I saw a big triple engined kaki bird sticking it's nose
over the roof. When Big Bird flew directly over our cuckoo's nest,
followed on his tail by falcon number 13, our small mutual friend
~the ideal average simple guy~ came running into the tipi "know
what guys, that was Bush". Yeah right!
I went outside in sceptisism and found the source of the little
man's outburst. ~Eagle eyes~ simply stated he just read what was
on the brown bird's side. "Air Force One" it read. He waved extensively
he added with a big smile.
My attention was pulled to my right and there we saw Big Bird
(real thing or decoy), top view, making a max turn, wingtip below
the trees. One of the thunderclouds discharged right behind it.
Only two Falcons remained (or were) with him.
Later that night at the campfire some guy said Big Bird was spotted
at Eindhoven airport some days before.
Imagine the set-up:
My wife made a zero-point energy coil out of a CV vent piping
end piece and some 7 strand rainbow coloured wire. Add one tachyon
crystal as centre piece of the little roof of the 20 cm high,
7 cm diameter PVC pipe, and two EM-X ceramic beads dangling inside
the small pipe. Intention added: universal Love. Designed not
to create a field, but to keep it's working more confined to the
coil itself. Shop value: about 5 euro's.
The boost: a very powerfull woman who has a heart connection to
Sai Baba.
Two women and a man in a tipi, unnoticably guided into the right
time and position.
A(t least one) nervous paranoid character with half a mile of
security around him on the prowl picking up pieces across the
pond.
How to get close to this dude? Hey, the guy's scared shitless
and ordered to fly with a heavy escort below radar. Mmmm...
I would love to get my hands on a copy of that on-board video
to see who was on board and the face on rover when we shoved that
depository right up his arse while he was looking at ~some darned
fuckin' tipi's or somethin'~ leaning against his little oval window.
If the Bird was hot, the dude's busted; had his love shot, touched
by the paw.
Round 'm up, head 'm out ..., yihah! LOL.