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The prisoners of Orgone
Clipped Wings - In gaol in Zimbabwe
Johannesburg, 4 September 2006
It was supposed to have been the orgonite gifting trip of all orgonite gifting trips, the expedition of all expeditions. Since at least 2 years I had wanted to do this and preparations were extensive. Many people had helped us to make this great trip possible with donations and moral support.
XL from Austria had joined me to share the experience.
Originally planned trip
The arsenal of orgonite for the trip
We had 7 full size orgonite CBs, 2000 orgonite TBs, plenty of orgonite HHGs, many orgonite Dolphin Busters,and orgonite earth pipes on board. XL had also brought some very special orgonite gift for special places.
But it was going to be a very different trip from what we expected. Read here what happened:
Zimbabwe - a country falling apart
The trip already started with some strange confusion as we already lost the way in South Africa on the main road to the Zimbabwean Border, which I had travelled many times in the past.
For those who are not familiar with regional events in Southern Africa, I want to give a short introduction to the situation to what's going on in Zimbabwe.
Zimbabwe has been spiralling to economic destruction after The Mugabe Government started chasing the white farmers from their land a few years ago.
Since then the country has not only lost most of its agricultural production and export earnings but hyperinflation and an increasingly draconian neostalinist approach have crippled all business in the country.
Essentially 5 out of 17 million Zimbabweans are now "over the border", that means making a living by working illegally in South Africa. Interestingly that is about the same proportion East Germany reached after 40 years of communism, only in Zimbabwe it took a mere 4 years to achieve the same result.
No ordinary economic activity is possible any more in Zimbabwe and people are generally desperate, while the government prosecutes the poor fellows that try to find some fire wood in the forests as "fire wood poachers" and puts them in prison, while high officials corruptly organise big game hunting safaris for rich foreigners with impunity.
Sick people are brought to hospital on handcarts, and many die on the way, in the morgues dead bodies are openly rotting because of lack of refrigeration.
EU and Commonwealth (and I think the US as well) have put the country on sanctions which contribute to the meltdown of course.
They also make it easy for Mugabe to blame the whole calamity publicly on Tony Blair and MI6 or what he calls neo-colonialist forces.
Of course the history is complex and nothing is what it seems to be.
Mugabe uses a shrill anticolonial rhetoric which still buys him a lot of support all over Africa.
But the irony is that he is factually working for the New World Order takeover of his country.
It is necessary to know that he was put in his position by Lord Carrington, the "British Kissinger" in the Lancaster House Negotiations in the 70s that led to the present Majority Government in Zimbabwe after the renegade settler republic Rhodesia broke away from England with its white minority government and was finally overcome by a plethora of liberation movements with lots of western secret service support, Mugabe's only being one of them and not the most popular one. One of his first acts in stabilising his rule was a well publicised massacre of more than 20 000 people in Matabeleland who were deemed to be loyal to the competing and possibly more attractive rebel leader Joshua Nkomo.
In these talks a 20 year moratorium for land reform was agreed and large sums of money promised for implementing a peace- and lawful land redistribution programme after those 20 years by Great Britain,
because of course the white land grab by Cecil John Rhodes and his cronies in the 1880s was a historical injustice of magnificent proportions.
This promised aid never came forth of course. So in a sense there is some truth in Mugabe's public Argumentation, only that, sadly but true, he works for exactly the forces of destruction that he so eloquently lambasts in his hateful public speeches.
Be that as it may, the country is in shambles and ready for the big corporate take over after the elimination of any middle class, be it black or white.
The elimination of any economically independent group, creation of a state where a small functional elite is required to "keep things going" and a mass of rightless and economically enslaved serfs, as many as needed, to keep up comfort levels for the elite. The majority of"useless eaters" (NWO parlance, not mine) is to be eliminated by biowarfare like "AIDS", vaccination programmes, starvation, attrition wars , weather manipulation and other forms of genocide.
So look at Zimbabwe: It's a testing ground for certain policies, just like Ruanda, Burundi and the Congo.
(I forgot to mention Cambodia etc...)
And my feeling is that that's exactly the job that Mugabe is paid to do.
Your Bank Manager (I'm not talking about your branch manager, who is probably a nice person and has no clue of what's going on) is also working for the same goal and vision, hoping that he will be part of the elite, haha..
Never forget that!
That is of course only to happen if we're not able to stop these plan's in their tracks and create an atmosphere in which self organisation and self reliant prosperity are encouraged to grow worldwide, replacing the fraudulent international money system (wealth extraction scheme). Massive saturation with orgonite holds the promise of turning things around apart from its immediate positive effects on the weather and fertility of farm land, securing abundant crops and stopping attempts at mass starvation through weather warfare.
You can imagine that the atmosphere in the country is pretty tense, can't you?
President Mugabe of Zimbabwe - MI6's best asset in the country?
Whenever I sound my theory that Mugabe is actually doing the MI6's bidding in destroying his own country I get a lot of approval and mostly a lot of additional information from intelligent and awake Zimbabweans (of which there are many)
For example what I just heard in Conversations during this turbulent visit is that the "great mining houses", especially LONHRO under Tiny Rowlands shifted their allegiance from the white minority government to support the rebel movements, just like the western secret services did.
Nothing is what it seems to be in this world of deceptive layers of smoke and mirrors...
Rock formation near Ngundu, an underground base is not far from here.
We were going via Masvingo, the Town near the Ruins of Great Zimbabwe.
The first night we stayed in a lodge in Ngundu, about 100 km before Masvingo.
Like everything in Zimbabwe, the lodge was on the edge of disintegration.
No more warm water, but of course the prices stayed the same as in better days and were to be paid in foreign currency.
I had received very interesting information from an anonymous source, who claimed to have been a former operative in the secret "one world army" that messes up Africa with all these senseless wars.
In fact, there is no war in Africa that is not run by outside secret services who mostly create the various 3-letter "liberation movements" that murder and create mayhem. All these Insurgent movements are equipped and supported by the "One World Army" of the "New World Odor".
This monster has many names, call it UN, French Foreign Legion, South African Mercenaries, CIA, MI6.
It's activities are supported by a network of underground bases with weather warfare and mind control capacities, secret and forbidden territories for training and assembling armies etc. Most rebel insurgencies originate from the vast "game reserves" in Africa that are mostly already under the control of cover organisations like the WWF (run by Prince Charles of British royalty)
Nowhere but in Africa is the NEW WORLD ODOR so obvious and so murderous at this present moment in history.
The information I received consists of a map with the location of 100s of different places that are allegedly some kind of underground bases, some of them military, some of them alien in nature.
We had already started acting on this information on a tentative basis in South Africa and had received very good results. That means great changes in atmospheric energy after treating these places.
Also we found clues at some of the places that indeed indicated some underground activity.
What I'm trying to say here is that I am not able to judge the authenticity of the information we received and therefore treat it as unverified for the time being, but events of this trip as well as or previous experiences tend to add a lot of plausibility to this information.
The first of these underground bases was near Runde. The place is marked as some kind of memorial on the map. Interestingly we found a network of construction roads to indicate that there had been some kind of activity going on, and they (the roads) were demolished only close to the main road so that a casual passer by would not notice anything special happening in the bush.
Bingo! The map was spot on again!
For the fine tuning work of placing the gifts at the right spot one still needs some intuitive guidance, but luckily my travel Companion XL was quite good with that.
We normally place 1 or 2 earth pipes over an underground base and possibly a HHG or some TBs for support.
Lake Kyle near Great Zimbabwe
Coming back to the Area of the famous ruins of Great Zimbabwe which had already been gifted twice, was a revelation:
It felt like paradise!
Even though we are at the end of the dry winter season, the place looked surprisingly lush and a peaceful, very positive atmosphere prevailed.
The last time I had been there with Kelly, also known as Laozu, when we gifted a vortex nearby and left some general gifts in the area.
This time we actually gifted the lake itself for the first time and found another hilltop array that had escaped my loving attention the last 2 times.
The hill complex of Great Zimbabwe
The seat of an entity that Kelly noticed at our last visit
XL and our guide Robson who had also guided Kelly and myself last time
The great enclosure seen from the hill complex
The conical tower in the great enclosure
Arriving in Harare, the capital of Zimbabwe, we checked into a derelict Motel that was nevertheless charging the proud amount of 50 USD. The next day was reserved for Harare and surrounds.
Generally the energy around Harare felt very bad. Also we got stopped by a corrupt policeman who was fishing for a bribe by threatening to search ou car thoroughly and by several road blocks and traffic cops trying to collect speeding fines. The brand new radar guns seem to be the only functioning equipment in Zimbabwe.
We did 2 underground bases outside town and another one near the airport.
The one at the airport was obvious as it had various vent shafts showing above ground. The other ones were invisible but felt very nasty energetically.
We also did the town centre and residential suburbs.
In the evening we found the place of Sheik Yusuf in Chitungwidza. He is running an orphanage with a school and feeds, clothes and teaches about 60 children who would otherwise live on the street.
Sheik Yusuf and associates in Chitungwidza near Harare
His Orphanage receives minimal or no support from the government and everything is very basic, including his own living quarters. But the place is neat and clean and the children seem to be happy there.
The CB at the orphanage
Rain cloud forming over Chitungwidza after placing the CB
We left a CB in his yard and observed some immediate changes in the sky.
As so often, a no distinct grey soup changed into articulate cumulus clouds even looking more like rain clouds, immediately.
From Chitungwidza we left in direction Mozambique, leaving gifts on the way as we went along.
Generally we had felt miserable during our whole stay in Zimbabwe with short exceptions such as meeting the gentle and modest Sheik Yusuf. The atmosphere in the country is generally aggressive and negative. One feels like being ripped off at every bend and corner because everyone is so desperate to make a living. So we were looking forward to leaving Zimbabwe quickly.
Involuntary Guests of "His Excellency" Comrade President Robert Gabriel Mugabe
Shortly before the border post at Nyamapanda we tossed out a last TB at a bridge. There were people around and XL actually warned not to do it. But I had never encountered any difficulties with people watching us toss orgonite and ignored the warning.
How I was to regret that moment of stupidity!
I had not been aware how close we were to the border and also that all the seemingly inconspicuous people were police agents in civil clothes.
At first we proceeded normally to the immigration and customs counters at the border, where our passports got stamped as usual.
But as we got back to our car, ready to leave, the civil police agents started questioning us and asked for some documents that I had never heard about and I got angry with the officer in civils, another mistake it seems. I had actually taken the bunch of guys for the usual parasitic money changers and "Madobadobas". (that's guys who attach themselves to every foreigner crossing an African border, offering "irresistibly" to help expedite the process) The last thing that would have occurred to me would have been that they were all police agents.
They then told us that we had been observed throwing an object from the bridge and somebody actually came up with the TB.
We were asked to follow them with the car to the nearby police station for further investigation.
We saw no other way but full disclosure of what we were doing.
The car was completely searched and of course they were amazed at the amount of orgonite we had on board.
Any hopes of a speedy clearance and continuation were soon frustrated when we were told we had to wait for the commanding officer.
In the meantime a lot of the guys were chatting to us in a friendly manner and we had the impression that we could win them over. Except for the one officer that I had been colliding with right at the border, the others were rather curios and friendly than hostile and soon we had a lot of budding friendships going on and a lot of Orgone Pamphlets, TBs and HHGs distributed.
But little did we anticipate of things to come!
The commanding officer came late at night and didn't even want to talk to us much, so we were asked to sleep on the concrete floor in the charge office where people were coming and going all the time and the radio was crackling the whole night.
We were allowed to access our car under supervision of an officer and get food but they took the car key and our passports.
The next day we were interrogated by the commanding officer and the CIO (criminal Intelligence Officer) The latter turned out to be a sympathetic guy. Interestingly his father had been a Sangoma (traditional healer) He would have let us go if it had been his decision.
But it was not in his power.
In fact, wave after wave of ever higher ranking officers was brought in, asking basically the same questions again. Obviously they wanted to see if we would contradict ourselves in our story.
I showed them my registration as a traditional healer with the International Traditional Healers Council of Malawi, which impressed the CIO but did not lead to our release either.
I basically told them I was doing my job as a rainmaker, protected by international agreements between the countries of Southern Africa regarding the work of traditional healers.
Then they decided to take samples of our stuff to Harare for forensic examination.
That would cost us at least another day we thought...
If it had been only another day!
After 2 more days (we were allowed to pitch our tent on the police grounds for the other 2 nights) with many more interviews and basically getting to know all the guys at the station, befriending most of them in the process, it was decided we had to be transferred to another station where higher ranking officers wanted to have a look at us.
I was taken in my car, accompanied by 3 officers, using our last diesel, while XL was taken in a police van. Interestingly one of the officers made a remark, clad in a question that showed that they were aware of outside interference to their weather, meaning HAARP based weather warfare. The question insinuated that our tools might contribute to this foreign sponsored drought creation effort.
XL's journey turned out to be the much more eventful one because the offices used the vehicle for a lot of brisk side business on the way, like transporting chickens and goats, taking passengers for payment and buying some boxes of soap somewhere, trying to sell it at a profit in another village.
Hence he was not to be seen at our first destination, the police station in Murewa. As soon as we arrived there, new orders from above arrived, and we had to continue to Marondera, the central police station for the province of Mashonaland East. XL arrived about 3 hours later due to the business detours of "his" police offices.
Arriving at Marondera, we already found groups of very high ranking officers (judging by their clothing and demeanour) waiting for us.
The Car was completely offloaded and searched again.
A new series of interviews began. We still had the feeling that we could win them over with our natural charmed and obvious unevil intentions.
I learned from one of the junior officers who was a bit sympathetic to us that we were now talking to the top charges of the Zimbabwean secret service (nobody ever introduced themselves to us by the way) and that President Mugabe was involved in this.
Quite a confirmation for our work to get such top level attention, I think.
Unluckily the top secret service man in charge found the markings of underground bases in my map and that apparently really sent him on a spin!
Now my computer was searched and they were very disappointed that there was nothing on it.
I told them that the markings on the map were bad energy spots that I had dowsed with a pendulum.
But Mister Secret Police was not very convinced...
The famous map: Underground bases in Southern and Eastern Africa
We were finally charged with a minor misdemeanour because otherwise they could not have kept us any longer, not even in Zimbabwe. The charges amounted to "depositing an object in a place that is not designated to deposit such object" - littering in other words - under an ominous "miscellaneous offences act". They told us that we should sign an admittance of guilt and we would be out in no time with a minor monetary fine. We did sign that because it seemed senseless to deny the charges of having thrown something out of the window.
Now we were no longer permitted to sleep in a tent but rather in the normal police cells.
Police detention cells in Moronderas
In a way we were still privileged because we could keep our clothes on (normally only one trouser and one shirt, no underwear, no belt) and get food from our car.
We were even allowed to take our sleeping bags into the cell after some negotiations. And we had a cell for ourselves.
The more luckless "ordinary" prisoners get no food, no water whatsoever, they are declothed and sleep on the naked concrete if they sleep. They may often stay like that for several days, so that they arrive at court already in a quite dehumanized state.
I was even able to smuggle my camera into the police cell at one occasion and take the following snapshots of our luxury hotel:
The toilet in our luxury hotel
Mr. Tata at Maronderas
During the day we were mostly allowed to move freely on the grounds of the police station under close supervision. As in Nyamapanda we had soon established a good rapport with the ordinary police officers. But in hindsight I feel that some of the senior guys just played confidence tricks with us to get our friendly cooperation and make us voluntarily go to prison where they would then have all the time in the world to think about what they were finally going to do with us.
Anything would have been possible: They could have planted explosives or drugs in our car to get us locked away for a long time or they could have "shot us while trying to escape". The options are endless, and I believe that it was due to the wonderful support of many people on the spiritual and etheric level, hat none of these quite feasible potentialities materialised.
And to prison we went!
After spending three nights at Marondera police station, with high hopes that Monday it would all be over with a slap on the wrist, it was to become worse.
Monday we were escorted to the court to see the public prosecutor. This slick and well dressed gentleman had no inclination of treating this as a simple case of littering but insisted that the forensic report must be in first.
So we were checked into the backward labyrinth of holding cells, all our personal belongings were now were finally taken away.
After hours in those ice cold cells with crowds of awaiting trial prisoners, we were presented in court, where a mean and lazy looking lady magistrate decided to keep us in further detention.
So we were to make acquaintance with real prison life in Zimbabwe.
We were led back into the cold mass holding cells to await transport to prison.
By now it dawned on us that we would be well advised to seek a lawyers help.
But how to get one?
If you are used to scenes in American movies, where prisoners have the right to a phone call and access to a telephone book, that's not what happens in Zimbabwe.
In fact if you don't know a lawyer already, you are dependent on the wardens who are eager to link you up with an attorney-buddy, getting a nice kickback from the learned man in due course. And what about the loyalties of a lawyer so deeply enmeshed in the court and prison system?
But we had no choice but to go that route and when we chatted to one of the nicer wardens we asked him to find one for us.
But first we were to be tossed into prison for the night.
Transport was a ramshackle old bus that had to be pushed into gear by a bunch of prison wardens everytime it attempted to make a trip.
It was filled to more than double capacity with each of us having another prisoner on his lap, plus the grocery shopping of the wardens returning from town to prison and their wives and kids.
A most colourful, almost funny affair.
The bus was to finally break down completely during our time of stay, whereafter we had to cram in the back of a pickup truck with an armoured shell. That was really fun then...
Prison was about 15 km out of town invisible from any major road and looked like a derelict concentration camp with the multiple perimeters of rusty barbed wire sort of holding the crumbling buildings together.
Watchtowers and armed guards were completing the picture.
Here we were "declothed", that means we had to stuff our civilian clothes in a bag and put on a pair of thin torn khaki shorts and a similar shirt with short sleeves. (To bad, no photos of this episode)
Then we were tossed into separate cells in 2 adjacent but separate blocks.
Before entering the cell for the night (it was almost dark by then) I had to strip naked, then to enter the cell were 6 other inmates were already waiting.
Luckily initial fears proved unfounded and my fellow inmates proved to be quite decent guys, mostly family fathers who had fallen foul with the alleged law for desperation to obtain food for their starving families.
In fact I soon learned that some were already sitting more than 3 years without ever getting tried, just because they could not afford a lawyer to get them out on bail or expedite their trial.
They were keeping their cell clean and hat developed many smart mechanisms to cope with everyday prison life.
One of the many small amenities they had developed was a game of chess. The pieces were made of dried maize porridge, the staple food, sometimes accompanied by baked beans.
The black pieces were made of the same, pigmented with ash from burnt newspaper.
The board was made from cut up bibles of the type that all these American mind control churches are so freely distributing in Africa and especially among the prison population.
This game of chess I kept as a souvenir
The next day we were ferried to court again, this time in foot shackles because we were now suddenly clasified as high risk and high security prisoners, (and those cut into your flesh quite deep after a while of hobbling along) to sit for hours in the ice cold holding cells. I learnt to keep myself warm by doing lots of exercises all the time. (Yoga and bush ups in shackles: one could introduce that to fancy urban gyms as a novelty form of yuppie exercise)
This time we finally met our lawyer.
By the way: If you think that privacy of talks with your lawyer are a universally granted right of the accused:
Not in Zimbabwe. You talk to your lawyer under the eyes and ears of a prison warden!
It turned out that we had already seen him and greeted him while lingering at the police station.
He turned out to be quite alright and helpful after all and promised to move the case.
He also got us a tube of tooth paste, soap and a minuscule towel as well as some juice to brighten up our prison diet.
Thursday was now set for our next appearance in court.
He also told us that the case had been complicated because of a "national security dimension" that was attached to it.
Famous at last: Article in the Herald of 20 July
The friendly older warden who had also offered to contact the lawyer for us, told us that we were famous now and an article had appeared in the main National Newspaper that normally parrots exactly whatever is the current government opinion, The Herald.
The article was highly manipulative and false in most facts, for example that we had been spotted doing our "evil deed" by some villagers, while in fact they were all police agents in civils.
We spent another long day in prison, whereby I played about 10 games of chess against 3 of my fellow inmates, lost some, won some, all the time thinking about what would happen to us.
XL had decided that he would go on a hunger strike by then to show that he was sick and tired of being friendly and cooperative (and by the way he did not like the food anyways). That got them quite scared and they offered him meat, a rare and desired commodity in this prison, but the way it looked like, he gave that to his cellmates.
They always came back to me for reassurance and wanted me to persuade him to eat.
I told them it's his decision and they should not worry as we would be out soon. (I tried to persuade myself of that)
On Thursday we were brought to court again (in shackles) where we had a short meeting with the lawyer.
He assured us that everything was under control.
Hours later we appeared in court and in fact the miracle happened:
The sentence was "cautioned and discharged"
Our criminal record in Zimbabwe: "cautioned and discharged" (after 9 days)
Freedom was finally in sight! It still took hours, but discharged we were. The deputy prison director, who had certain sadistic tendencies, seemed to regret it greatly that we were to be withdrawn from fist sphere of absolute power.
But he still had the audacity to ask me to keep my ears open, when free again, for some sponsors who might fund a new prison bus.
This made me think that if they wanted to execute you, they would probably ask you to buy the bullet for them first....
I still had a late night meeting with the lawyer and some of his friends. He turned out to be quite a likeable fellow privately and so were his friends.
I asked him to have a look at the files of my cell mates and left some money to cover his expenses.
I hope that we can get some of the guys, where the case is pretty straight and just needs a lawyer's touch, out at reasonable expenses.
We headed straight back to Nyamapanda, this time to leave for good and the extreme apprehension only left us after we were safely in Mozambique.
Unfortunately our feathers were quite ruffled by then, including the loss of some 1200 USD that was stolen from the vehicle. Luckily not much else was missing.
XL felt like breaking off the trip immediately, while I was all for continuing at least as far as possible.
The compromise found was that we would at least continue to Malawi, some 600 km from the Mozambican/Zimbabwean border to liaise with Dr. Chipangula from the International Traditional Healers Council of which I am a member.
From there we would decide what to do. Either XL would fly home, leaving me to continue if I could find a suitable companion for the continuation or both of us going home by car.
His girlfriend had heard of our ordeal via the Austrian embassy and was by now quite frantic with fear and worry.
The border crossing into Mozambique was easy and relaxed, quite a relief after what we had been through.
Our main target on the short passage through Mozambique was Tete, according to our by now famous map, home to 2 nasty underground bases.
Tete had been a stronghold of RENAMO, the western sponsored rebel army, that destabilised the "revolutionary" MPLA government for about 20 years with help of the Apartheid government and of course the whole bouquet of One World Odor involvement.
The energy in and around that town felt accordingly very nasty.
Hilltop array above Tete (Mozambique)
A Hiltop Array above Tete which proved inaccessible in the little time we hadwas neutralised by putting a distant drawn out chain of TBs and one HHG. We busted the transmitters in in town of course, while urgently searching for diesel.
Tete bridge: notice the very negative energy
The bases were on the way out of town and both felt very nasty. One was near a bombed out RENAMO base with smoke blackened remnants of concrete bunkers, the other one tellingly near a large UN base with lots of white Nissen Huts with "UN" painted on them in supersize letters.
Another base en route to the Malawian border made its presence felt by a strange electric feeling, similar to what one sometimes feels near a giant beehive or anthill.
Arriving late at night in Blantyre, the economic hub of Malawi, we found only the best hotel in town really inviting and crashed for a good night's sleep after a sumptuous meal.
In the morning we called Dr. Chipangula and were met by his associate Dr. Kazua and Chipangula's son, a brilliant kid of 14 years.
They showed us the way to Dr. Chipangula's house, a modest little structure in one of the poor parts of town. Dr. Chipangula is well known and respected all over the country and far beyond and is the president of the 250,000 member strong International Traditional Healers Association of Malawi, of which I am a member as well.
The sky above Blantyre before we put up a CB
The sky looked hazy and oppressive in the morning, but that was to quickly change after we put up a CB up at Dr. Chipangula's place.
He was no novice to orgonite because TBs and HHGs had been brought to Malawi by associated healers from Johannesburg, who were also the ones inviting me to become a member because of our environmental healing work.
Together with Dr. Chipangula, we found Dr. Chazerezeka and other healers who were eager to meet us and a steady stream of visitors was to come and go during our stay.
We agreed to leave most of our orgonite in the capable hands of Dr. Chipangula and his organisation, for distribution all over Malawi, which had recently also been hit by one of the the NWO fabricated HAARP-droughts in order to create hunger and "donor dependency", as usual.
My feeling is that with the Healers' Councils grassroot network, that spreads into the last corner of Malawi, the 3 CBs, more than 1000 TBs and multiple other gifts will do magnificent work, better than we could have ever done by ourselves on a 3 day drive-through visit.
We also left 10 orgone zappers with Dr. Chipangula.
Dr. Chipangula, his son, Dr. Chazerezeka and myself with CB
What a change: the sky above Blantyre after placing the CB
This sky is really looking alive now!
This is generally the lesson of this aborted trip: We cannot do it alone!
In the future we will do much more to liaise with people in Africa who are already distributing orgonite, like the group of excellent busters in East Africa such as Doc Kayiwa and consorts in Uganda, Judy Lubulwa, David Ochieng and friends in Kenya and Dean Nyalusi in Tanzania.
After all, Africa cannot be liberated from outside, however wellmeaning such intervention may be.
The networks of genuine traditional healers who are not yet corrupted by their various governments like most notoriously in Zimbabwe, will also play an increasing role in this "True African Renaissance" .
So, in line with this new found approach we sent lots of orgonite straight to Nairobi and Dar Es Salaam right after returning home.
This in effect guarantees that all the gifts we were intending to distribute on our trip will find their place in the intended destinations after all and additionally will strengthen the emerging African Orgone network, thus achieving much more than we could ever have achieved alone.
While I was still hoping to continue the trip at least a little bit more, XL was determined to head home.
His girlfriend had heard of our detention only through the Austrian Embassy and was frantic with worry by now and his intuition said it was not advisable to continue.
I was not at first willing to accept that decision and tried o persuade him to at least accompany me to Daressalam, where I hoped to find a new companion for the rest of the trip.
We did however, in conversation with a friend who is not only psychic but also has some reliable links into the shady world of secret services, learn that it would really not be advisable to continue, as Mugabe's secret police had sent out messages to other African countries on our way, to detain us again and harass or disappear us in any possible way.
We also learnt that the German embassy in Harare had been involved in the plot to detain and possible dissappear us in Zimbabwe, quite frightening, considering that Friederike had put high hopes in the German Embassy to intervene on my behalf.
We probably owe our survival to the determined allies all over the world who etherically blasted the snot out of Robert Mugabe's occult power structure. (Like all NWO dictators', his power rests on deeply occult foundations of voodoo, sorcery and masonic black magic)
We were advised to go home as quickly as possible, via Zambia and Botswana, avoiding Mozambique (which would have been the shorter route) and certainly Zimbabwe.
So, after spending 2 nights in Zimbabwe, during which time we had much opportunity to get to know the wonderful and gentle Dr. Chipangula even better, we were given a full Muti (African Medicine) treatment for our protection.