The
Long and Winding Internet Road
By Don
Bradley, March 14th,
2008
http://www.uwantsun.com/articles/longroad.htm
In
April of 1995 I put up my very first web site. I was about to be
published very soon and wanted a web presence. The internet in those
days was simple, easy to use, and the big octopus of evil hadn’t
yet entwined its very existence with multi-layers of fraud, deceit,
and misdirection. Even in those early days, I was publishing articles
decrying the state of affairs regard the times we lived and, in my
mind, unveiling the hidden agendas of those who would “pull the
strings” behind the scenes of this vast and growing world deception
of reality. In short, the internet proved a way to reveal what I knew
and was learning to anyone who wanted to read about it or listen, if
they had audio on what now seems like very old and antiquated 486DX4
systems with 128k of ram; (state of the art in 1995.)
Those
were the days when working 18 hours a day, seven days a week,
writing, publishing, dealing with bookstores and literary agents,
networking with the public, doing speaking engagements, radio shows,
TV shows, etc and life was good. Things were going well, and the
internet for me proved a treasure trove of information never seen
before in libraries and schools. I and others learned a great deal on
topics and as well, also noticed a disturbing trend on the web in the
late 90s that became something of a wave which washed out anything of
value. It was a wave of deceivers and liars—paid agents of
disinformation—who pretended to be things they were not, so as to
muddy the truth pie. These were the days of Ed Dames, Gordon Michael
Scallion, and Art Bell. All the worst agency cutouts the internet had
ever seen come down the pike.
We
also found that these deceivers were very clever. Or at least the
“machine” behind them was. They would “mimic” the modalities
of real truth tellers and folks, even down to the words and wit and
personality, so, like any fake coin of the realm, appear to be
genuine, when everything inside that coin was just plain old pot
iron, rather than the real-deal gold or silver.
Many
times I found my words, my style, being imitated—even in content
and tone!—right down to the iambic meter of how I myself was
writing. Countless times I would come across yet another Art Bell
guest who was directly ripping off my stuff and then going on the air
and making millions. I would do search engines on my name and found
my sites, “unavailable.” There were the hecklers who constantly
showered my inbox with endless BS questions designed to fish for what
I knew, never really caring personally about what I had to say. These
were cutouts, too. People placed in groups and movements for the sole
purpose of destroying it later with their “personal experiences”
with this or that person. The snake hidden beneath the rose. I have
had my share of those people in my life. I still have them in my
life, sad to say.
These
were the days of David John Oates of Reverse Speech fame, a wonderful
person, genuine world worker for truth, whom I met with and with whom
I found was the real deal. David and I spent countless hours, each of
us teaching the other about the wonders of what we were doing. I
remember clearly Dave and I doing a speaking thing in Fort Collins
back in 1998 and watching the FBI and others descend upon this small
auditorium. We saw agents with guns bulging under their coats
everywhere we went. Same crews that followed us from the airport were
around us on the roads, around us in the restaurants, and around us
at the hotels. This was our daily life, you know. Daily.
They
destroyed him right in front of me when they found they couldn’t
control him, forcing him to leave the country and go back home to
obscurity. He too, learned the hard way, of how evil a “honey pot”
can be and, how deadly. David stayed to the truth and wherever the
truth led him, that’s what he talked about. Reverse Speech was a
tool to remove the lies and reveal truth. Still is. My sons and I
still muck about with it on our own stuff, just to have fun. We’ll
play some silly comic songs we make up, record them on the laptop,
and then reverse it just to hear what else we were saying. It’s fun
and revealing. What animates your soul comes out in reverse speech.
Yes it does. But, Dave is a fighter and he kept plugging away with
that portion of truth that was allotted him to bring to the world.
So, they murdered his lovely and charming daughter a few years back.
One of the worst days of my life, when I got the news. Yet, he still
gives and serves.
I
still believed even in those days that truth would overcome the
liars, but didn’t count on the fact and also, completely ignored
the historical reality of truth tellers. That very often, they were
murdered, destroyed, bankrupted, and made desolate. For that is what
then happened to me. I made the silly mistake of going on radio and
TV shows while on book tours and shifting the topics over to
forbidden subject zones, finding very often the interviews cut short.
In
my book, Freemasonry in the 21st Century,
I lambasted modern freemasonry as a cult of black magicians bent upon
destroying the world. I wrote that book in 1993 and published it the
following year. It was the first book of its kind, ever, based upon
clairvoyant observations of the workings of the first 3 degrees, the
blue lodge. It was reviewed by minor publications. I was threatened
with Masonic ritual murder by masons.
Studying
freemasonry gave me an understanding of how evil works in our world.
The entrance lodge, the blue lodge, the first 3 degrees are all warm,
loving, and the energy forms created are quite powerful and pleasing.
This gets you in. Makes you feel at home. This is how modern cults
work, as well, take note. They get you in, make you feel loved, you
are among friends, we are your real family, like that. Then once in,
the good light vanishes with each degree and upward movement, and the
false light, the dark light, slowly takes its place. I almost died in
a lodge meeting—my very last—as they tried to kill me there using
black magic. My heart stopped, I found I could not breathe, and fell
over near-dead in lodge. Except for one person, no one stopped the
proceedings in lodge or even bothered to help me. I was carried
outside of lodge and laid on a table. Then my heart started again and
I found myself recovering, still hearing the proceedings of the lodge
inside and only the one person standing next to me, “are you okay?”
Sure…
I
never went back after that. I had what I needed for the book. These
Luciferic souls showed me exactly what they were inside. I saw
firsthand how the thing worked and had direct experience of what
happens to a man or woman when a collective of dark souls gathered to
do harm to another. My first experience with “blasting.” And I
was the victim. Lot of that around these days, you know.
So,
one after another, my books kept getting published here and overseas.
In Italian, German, Portuguese, Japanese, Hebrew, Spanish, Danish,
etc. As domestic houses shrank from my books, foreign publishers ate
them up. Other than the initial advance to secure publishing rights,
I never saw a dime from any of that. Ever. And that was okay. It took
six weeks to write a book and I was writing like crazy in those days,
a veritable flood of information pouring in, needing to get out.
By
1999, I had enough, though. I hung up my spurs, wrote two more books
(Common Sense and the Ageless Wisdom, America, 2000 and Beyond,)
seeing one get published by a small publishing house in Ohio and the
other just collecting dust. I put the latter book out for free on the
Internet and then all hell broke loose in my world. The money dried
up for good and so-called friends started taking public shots at me
in earnest. Bitter lessons were learned, and the internet by the year
2000 had become a veritable sea of liars and lies.
In
2001, I put out two parody CDs for the sole purpose of awakening
people to chemtrails and to make also, the world aware of the evil
running it. These were YOU’RE KILLING ME HERE and ENEMA
OF THE STATE. In the Spring of 2002, I wrote and produced a
cheesy half hour documentary called CLOUDS OF DEATH, for the
same purpose. It was the first ever chemtrail awareness video ever
made in the world. It was at this time period that I became involved
in the orgone movement.
As
the years rolled by, one by one, Internet truth tellers were dying
off. Gary Webb was murdered and so was the author of Behold A Pale
Horse. Like clockwork, as I sat on the sidelines, one by one, they
died. All murdered. All the old truth tellers of the 90s were dead by
2004. All of them, save for those exiled into the corners of the
world like DJO and myself, teaching guitar lessons to keep food on
the table. Only the liars remained. Some liars, so discredited by
reverse speech and or the falsity of their stuff, simply faded into
oblivion, no longer useful to the “network.” Dead truth tellers
were replaced by fakes and fakers, doing a poor and shallow job at
best in imitating the real deal. Some would reinvent themselves. Like
Gary North, mister Y2K bug himself (I told the world publicly in 1999
that the Y2k thing was a massive hoax; no one listened.) Now Gary is
being put out as the voice of the crash, year 2008. Well excuse me
dude, but you are three years behind the curve. They trot Gary out
whenever they need someone to create fear, for Gary sells fear very,
very well.
Happily,
as I became persona-non-Grata in the public eye, my inner, spiritual
world was leaping forward at an incredible and very often, amazing
rate. That which was mainly ephemeral became more visible. While this
was going on, I found myself in the then new, burgeoning orgone
movement, started by Don Croft. I liked him immediately. My kids
liked him. We all liked him. He talked it real, wanted to do
something about the problems of the world, and frankly felt that if
we raised the earth’s vibration with these new-fangled orgone
creations, evil must, by definition, give way to that. That appealed
to me. It was a real, grass-roots kind of thing, and I found him
completely open and without guile in every respect. But, like DJO,
Don was slowly being encircled with a ring of vampires who wanted to
take his place, push him out, and become the focal point. I openly
warned him about this happening, had personal experience in it from
the 90s, and felt that as long as he stayed true to HIMSELF, without
influence from outside sources, he would do and be, whatever his role
was to do and be. I still feel that way. In fact, because I wanted to
be true to that, I REMOVED MYSELF AS ONE OF THOSE OUTSIDE INFLUENCES
SO HE COULD BE HIS OWN MAN. If I was a fed, would I do that, when I
was completely welcome in his world in every way? No real agent would
throw such an opportunity and doorway, away like that. I did. Because
so many were saying I was influencing the doc. I only reported to him
my experiences with people and with orgone. Fact. When vampires came
at me to play me, I told him so. Because HE ASKED ME TO.
The
name cbsworks came about because, the doc had a new board up and as
it happened, I found myself the very first member of it, logging on
early one morning in 2002. It asked for a screen name right off.
Okay…ummm Cloud Busters Work! How to shorten that into a single
word? Umm…cbswork? Done. It stuck from there.
Many
that came into the orgone thing over the years were there because
they wanted what the doc had (my nickname for him.) Push him out and
take his place, by any means possible. What they would with that if
they ever succeeded one can only speculate about.
Don
was and I assume, still is, and implacable oak tree who brooks no
bullshit from people. It doesn’t matter how nice you are and sweet,
if you have that odor of a player, he’ll suss it out all on his
own. I saw that early. And for the record, the doc rarely, if ever,
came to me for advice about this person or that. He knew. It’s one
of his gifts, He has a nose for fakes and frauds. He really does.
Many
people came to him expecting a saint who would be all-wise and have
all the answers. He is a regular man, with unflagging strength, and
is, like all of us, on the same journey of self-awareness and
discovery. His blatant dislike of failed institutions, whether they
be religion or government, rings of someone who at the very least,
understands that the old systems no longer work. It’s the person
who makes the difference, rather than the group. Group-think is evil
and has proved itself as such. Just witness our modern church system
for a good example of that.
The
orgone movement grew as such things are wont to do and try as I might
to stay out of the petty politics of the thing, found that
others—mainly people who had never met me—were doing their best
to create splinter cleavages as the movement lurched forward. The
usual gang of honey pots, assassins, deceivers, and mimics appeared,
all vying to unseat the founder and primary source of the thing. They
all felt they could do a better job, year after year, and all are
hoping to be the new leader. Good luck…
From
2001 through 2003, our family of six lived on 50 dollars a week,
while living in a shack without a furnace, without heat, often
without running water, and without windows, in a very bad section of
Pasadena. How many times did I take a shower with a garden hose? Used
the bathroom in a plastic bag? Loved, raised, and tried to keep my
family alive on what little came in from Trisha and the little
earnings from teaching guitar lessons. And yet, we smiled, laughed,
played, and GIFTED all on whatever was left over. Each week, I
managed to make about hundred TBs, and each week during those years,
I gifted someplace in southern California. From donated shavings and
resins and crystal deals with revted and others, it all worked
somehow. I met some very nice people in those years; I also met some
very dark and forbidding souls, as well. Real vampires.
My
internet presence in those years was posting on whatever board the
doc had going at the time, which changed, it seemed, about every six
months. New people would come in, many with mixed motives, and very
often, these very same people were working both ends of the street.
They would befriend you, then, when you were down, or the numerology
of the time was right, starting planting seeds of discord and
innuendo among the various adherents of the orgone movement. Some
were openly blatant, mainly to hide the more sinister and subtle dark
ones, moving into deeper positions behind you. This is a common
“network” ploy and tactic. To this day, they are still doing it.
They even come to me in emails trying to get me to openly do this or
say that or imply this thing or that thing. Frankly, it’s an old
and tired routine and I just smile at it all. Long experience in
these matters.
In
2004, while gifting and making orgone, playing music, trying to stay
alive, and raise my sons with love, I found myself being pushed into
deeper realities of spirit beyond anything I’d ever imagined
possible. The angelic kingdom became something amazing and real to
me, like never before. Interaction with those realms, as well as the
lower regions, became a daily reality for me. The details, try as I
might, became quickly known by surveillance and I found that, lo and
behold, even though I only publicly wrote about ONE TINY ASPECT OF
IT, the sylph kingdom, fakers and mimics appeared which were using
the details I was discussing with MY CHILDREN ONLY, for they too were
going through the same experiences as I was.
And
along comes the Sherry Shriners and the Messages from Matthew, using
the same jargon and implying the exact same thing as we were
discussing privately amongst ourselves. See, when we boys went
through some amazing things a few years ago, we would use the word
Christed, rather than Christian, to denote a linkage to that Great
Sun of God, Yeshua Christos. Never published it. But on the web, here
comes “messages from Matthew, all of a sudden using this new word,
which we never openly talked about, except amongst ourselves in
private. It was obvious the messages and the messenger was an agency
put up job. It’s all that flowery mother crap that just reeks of
syrupy hand-holding noise of flattery and warm puppies and saying
absolutely nothing honest and truthful about life. Well, that thing
stank from what it was and it flat-lined on the web. Happily, Ken
Adachi finally saw through the thing and stopped putting that crap
out there.
In
2004, Sherry Shriner, after stealing my orgone pictures from my site,
started openly proclaiming she was the Daughter of God and was in the
bible codes. She/they tried so very hard to mimic cbswork in style
and content and it became blatantly obvious to all without anything
being said by myself that her stuff was complete agency fiction. The
first two seasons of 2004, whenever I’d write or post about
something, here would come Sherry, taking the same thing, right over
the mental edge of reality and beyond. It was sickening and
laughable, both at the same time.
Later
that same year, to stay out of the politics of the internet noise
unhappily filtering into the orgone movement, I moved away from the
boards for good and just did my own thing: pictures, articles, and
blogs. I felt this would keep the focus off me in the orgone movement
and put it squarely back into the doc’s camp, where it rightfully
belonged. I would sell orgone, sure, and also make note of whatever
was going on in my reality of the thing as long as one of two
components were always present. These were, either a photograph, or a
physical witness to whatever was being stated. I felt and still feel,
that foundation for writing or stating things would remain in good
stead for years to come. There is far too much of he said, she said,
so and so said out there—flat out hearsay—and if I didn’t have
a witness or a picture, I kept whatever it was to myself.
In
2005, I lost my home again. This time however, was by the hand of my
life partner of 15 years, Trisha. The details of that are between me
and her, but it can be rightfully said, we were going in different
directions and always had been. It’s just that I finally noticed
what was always fact. When I noticed what was the case, she left me.
Fact. The truth is, I always knew, but would do anything, even being
in a loveless relationship, to be a father to those boys. That
mattered more. The man or woman who chooses a relationship over their
own children has no real understanding of what that great
responsibility is. If divorce is forced upon you, then you did what
you could.
In
March of 2005 I moved to Ojai, continuing making orgone and
publishing spirit photography. I lost my home again. In June of 2005,
I moved to Northfork, California, then lost my home again. In October
of 2005, I moved to Valencia. Over and over again the same pattern. I
would reach new heights of spiritual splendor and contact, and over
and over again, lose my home. Finally by 2006, I was living in my
truck, parked next to the boys house, where I lived for 11 months
with a side trip to a home near them, which I again, had taken from
me. Because in each instance—this was their plan—they wanted an
agency operative to be my roommate. So they
could have someone on the ground floor to contain and control,
implant as necessary, setup or kill, as they wanted. Each time that I
refused to have someone like that in my world, the money would dry
up. As it’s doing again, right now. Because I won’t allow a field
agent that deep in my world. So, the money is drying up again. So be
it. The more you squeeze, the deeper my understanding and love for
Christ will always be.
We
live in the year 2008 and it’s fraught with global changes, the
network becoming more bold and defiant of anything spiritual. Black
is white, up is down, and evil is having its way in the world like
never before.
But,
life also is bringing spirit to the world. Not to the group, but to
the individual alone. A direct, personal connection. The days of
leaders and gurus, and pastors are over. The connection now is one on
one. Because the institutions are corrupt, the contact is to the man,
the woman, the child. This is the new paradigm.
The
days of taking one’s word for a thing are over. You either have
proof or you are a liar, a fraud, and a deceiver. If you channel
anything, you are blind, and are being led by a den of liars. Real
spirit doesn’t channel anything. It’s direct. And there it is.
Welcome to the new paradigm. Direct. Middlemen are cut out. You want
answers? Seek the kingdom of HEAVEN WITHIN YOU. There are your
answers. Get you to it with haste, my friend.
Everything
else is deception.
