Home. Chapter 4
"Babes, I am so bored here that I don't think, since I've come, I've ever been more than three minutes away from some really astonishing act of violence."
Samuel R. Delany (Dhalgren)
"The mobs of the great cities add just so much to the support of pure government as sores do to the strength of the human body. It is the manners and spirit of a people which preserve a republic in vigor. A degeneracy in these is a canker which soon eats to the heart of its laws and constitution." --Thomas Jefferson: Notes on Virginia Q.XIX, 1782. ME 2:230
I finally escaped Florida for the second time in my bus, and went back to Alabama, in March of 2003; I have not been back to Florida since, even though it once was home. My definition of home has grown a lot I guess. The cancer on my upper back went through periods of abatement/remission once I left areas where I could not be targeted easily as an individual. I did not call it a cancer back then, I did not know what it was, except that it was put there when I was in Thonotosassa. After my first surgery in Silver City NM I began referring to it as a cancer, because the doctors did. Also Abcess. But that came later. All agreed it was anamolous at least in being as aggressive and fast growing as it was. Its seeming ability to migrate across the skin was noted, and the odor, as of rotting flesh.
I spent the summer of 2003 in the Tennessee river, commercially harvesting fresh water mussells for the mother of pearl shells. I harvested live under license and then collected dead shell after season. This was to be the money for an acre I planned to buy outside of Deming NM in a place called Akela Flats. I left Alabama in early October 2003, and like Florida, have not been back since. It is August 2009 now.
By time I got back to the west in November of 2003, the cancer was really bad, and the Facilitator put me to work at the bench for awhile, and I got the first two (of 4 total) surgeries within three months of coming back to NM. While I had been parked in a deserted RV camper park in Pinos Altos NM, working for the Facilitator for 30 days, I had been under attack many times via enmod ops, drones, and drive bys....several of the drive bys parked next to me in an otherwise deserted rv park for some days, and one, a black new pick up truck with a camper top, did gastric DEW on me for the first time, shut me down bad, I was out of it for a whole day once because of it. Gastric DEW makes it so your insides get out of whack, cannot defecate properly. Electrogastric torture, its called. This of course causes any sickness the subject has, or gets, to become much worse, much faster. Very effective, pioneered in the gulf wars, like so much else.
The first surgery happened right after the Pinos Altos gig, and it appeared to have been successful, healed very fast, but the doctor said it needed to be done again, because of what the biopsy showed, so a second surgery happened a little more than a month after the first. I would not go back for a second surgery if it happened again, I think the doctor who did these was told if you do not put it back on him we will kill your kids, or whatever. The doctor has a bad reputation here of being inept as well. The problem with being in the desert southwest is there are not many facilities, as compared to more urban areas, and many times one is glad to get some help no matter what, because one has gone without help of various types many time before.
This 2nd surgery went down the day before I went to Quartzsite Arizona, 31 December 2003, or thereabouts, for a 30 day stone show there at Desert Gardens. I did ok at Quartzsite and got to see the Tucson show too, which followed immediately after. The wound healed well, even after the second surgery.
After 3rd Surgery. At the end, half the fire pentacle went away, but something else...materialized in its place.
I had been contacted by a man from Hachita NM right before that second surgery, right before I left for Quartzsite, a few days before Christmas 2003, and he went out of his way to find me....The Bungler-Handler, we will call him, because he is devious and tries hard and has no real morality so he should be fine as a criminal working for the government, but he just cannot stop making BIG mistakes...I think the FBI or CIA or some other outfit has something bad on him, which is why he is here, like a spider, luring more interesting things into whatever kind of web this is.
The Bungler-Handler wanted me to come down to Hachita and visit him again as I did on my first trip, and he said it should be possible to get set up down there, which was sort of discouraged the first time I had come through for various reasons, and that was OK because the place is really too remote. Plus I thought this guy was a little too much of a bush fan the first time through, though on the second time through he did his best to hide that. He exacted a promise from me that I would come by Hachita after Tucson AZ. I went. The Mr. Nice guy routine disappeared immediately after I was safely ensconced, an hachita-ite in deed as well as word, say tuh-rapped, then The Bungler Handler went back to being his old self, a puckering asshole for bush, and we had it out right then and there. This alone clued me to a lot way back when, and by seeing all this minutiae, however late, I have stayed alive this far, which is miraculous in its own right.
The internet was the real reason I finally did end up in Hachita, the utilities were easier to get, and I thought I could make a living over the net as I had in previous years. Early on I did. The final TRUE bottom line to it all was this: I HAD to stop somewhere, and fast, and get some help with the thing on my back, it kept coming back, bigger and faster after every surgery.
If I knew anything about what Hachita is then I would never have come here, but I did not, nor did I realize most of the people here all have alternative, even nefarious agendae. Many are retired government employees and since bush many are employed by the new SS, homeland security, formally or not. This is, in a word, bushland out here, and I am now thinking this little place is known about and USED by some people who do punishment work for bush, and some of those are people I knew from the fundamentalists I had befriended in Thonotosassa Florida! Full names list available on investigaton. Coincidentally, a story is breaking in the news about a domestic assassination program run clandestinely by Dick Head Cheney, and taken up by the new appointee, and Hachita seems to be all about things like that. Perhaps light will be shined on this whole situation soon.
In March of 2004, right after Tucson, when I had swung into Hachita the Bungler-Handler set me up out in the desert again, this happened several times during our association (Directed energy tests while I had the cancer growth on me), and on this day small drones flew overhead all day, spraying circles of white something. I have many pictures of this, those drones are operated by the military out of Southern Arizona, versus the group over near Las Cruces. The scar where I had the cancer cut off twice erupted into another sore, and got bad fast, in about an hour. I was not too savvy to a lot back then, was just putting things together, and did not actually see patterns until it happened a few more times. By that time I was in the web, and not just the worldwide web of the electronic internet either. Some kind of religio-politico-experimental mind control web fer the lord god jeeeeezus or something. The people here are well practiced in what they do. They have been trained.
Here is the bad patter recurring after the second surgery, after I got set up by the Bungler Handler in the desert, and got zapped through big circles sprayed in the sky.
In May of 2004 I bought a single lot in Hachita and had water/electric/phone hooked up. My earnings from the shelling back east were meager, less than $3000.00, but were enough to accomplish the acquisition of the lot with utilities hook up. A parking space in hell.
Overall, it was the utilities, and the promise of the internet, that decided it, as well as the necessary haste because of my deteriorating condition. The third growth cancer was now as big as a silver dollar, and looked a lot like what a bullet exit wound might look like....not pretty. It suppurated constantly, and was extremely sensitive to all EM energy. As soon as the sun came up it began, and never stopped, really.
I had it cut off for the third time in Silver City around July 2004. It came back even faster than ever before. On election day 2004, early November, I met a person here I call The Puppet at the voting polls, he is Mormon or likes to think he is, or he is closely affiliated with Mormons. I was clueless about all that back then. He said he was going to Deming, I asked if he would ride me by Palomas Mexico on the way back, I would give him gas money, I needed medicine. He said OK. On the way from Deming to Palomas, we were almost to the border, a NM state cop pulled off the road in front of us, then pulled back onto the road dangerously so the driver, the Puppet, slammed on the brakes and was rear ended. He had no insurance and the cop took my license and I think the Columbus NM cops and the NM state cops may have engineered an identity obscuration event that day, with me as target, because of my well known political activism. This was what Hachita was allllllll about.
I tried to obtain an accident report from that day, neither State, nor Columbus NM had one and the Columbus Sheriff became quite gruff, saying something like That Accident Never Happened! and hanging up the phone. The Puppet got wealthy somehow right after this, less than a year, and moved to Texas, right after he did his little stint locally with the minutemen from California.
While I was wearing this cancer there were all kinds of experiments here locally, many odd lightening-like pulsing light experiments around, day and night, some seemingly subliminal, and no thunder, ever, plus much more in the way of energy experimentation. I actually saw a woman from lordsburg DHS use one of the hand carry devices on me in the parking lot of Walmart Deming NM, it was a groin shot and it was Unfun about 8 hours later. There were always odd things happening over towards Playas NM, the military was moving in there in a big way, and their presence here was strong, fifteen miles away.
The day after election day 2004, the day after I was implicated but just a passenger in an accident that Did Not happen in Columbus NM where my drivers license information WAS used...the next day the veterans administration called me for an appointment and processing to the VA hospital in Albuquerque. I was going to get a fourth surgery. My trepidation mounted.
The Facilitator facilitated this, helped it happen with money and transport and support, and I am thankful for it. By this time things were bad, death was looking imminent, I was getting help toward that death from many quarters, it was a bad time. And still I was SURE there was something somewhere that would not only stop the growing of this thing, but kill it outright. I was sure.
I stayed in a hotel in Albuquerque right down the street from the VA on December 26, 2004, a sunday night. The facilitator had dropped me off, and I arranged a taxi for the next morning, had a pizza, and about 10 showers. Around midnight there was a party next door and somebody smashed something, the cops came, it was kids. The next morning as I went outside to get a taxi I saw the news on the TV as I was leaving the hotel, but I could not make it out, it looked very chaotic, then the headlines on the paper read WAVES OF DEATH or something like that. But then the taxi showed up, and it was not until a few days after my first surgery that I found out the day I went in the VA was the same as the Indonesian Tsunami of 2004. Just another odd coincidence to add to the list. After the Tsunami the chemming was exceptionally heavy for many days afterward. 
The infection was coming back again before the skin graft healed.
I looked up a plant called bloodroot, otherwise known as Sanguinaria canadensis, indian mud, black salve, can-x, and some other things, that several people had told me about. I bought some (The facilitator did) and I applied it to my wound immediately. It hurt like hell for many days, and I ran high fevers off and on for several days, but a scab formed, and the wound healed totally, although I am missing a large percentage of my right shoulder because of the surgeries. Looks like God just grabbed me by a wing and swung me around 'til it ripped right off, when I got thrown out...the other one just fell off after a few days I guess...Ugly for sure, but I live and its been almost five years now. Not many, if any, have ever survived what I had. Before. That exact stuff killed over 600 Gulf War One Veterans.
Heres where to get bloodroot, or to find out about things its mixed with, it seems to be a specfic for a lot of gulf war crap that came back with the soldiers. I use internally and externally now.
http://www.cancersalves.com
http://www.mountainroseherbs.com
After I bought property in Hachita, however small a piece, another resident, Holy Roller we will call him, got into it with the man running the water company here, and Holy Roller wrote letters to the state and the water situation here became badly poisoned several times since, and the holy roller was killed in an odd car crash where he was annihilated by a large semi-truck out in the middle of nowhere...the holy roller liked to smoke his weed too, and the last big batch he got was poisoned badly, that was brought to his attention but he did not believe it. Also suicide should not be ruled out. The Holy Roller, like many of his type, was a real nut, certifiable, cia kind of dude, closet psychopath...lot of that out here in the land of meaness and hate.
Basically the Holy Roller proved to all and sundry the true fallacy of politics in nm, there is none, there is just grab as grab can, these people will look right at you and lie through their teeth, and SMILE doing it. So all the caring bullshit about better water for Americans on the border was just another excuse for people like the minutemen group to scam the state for a few mill, while the guv sets up his antelope wells coke connexion and pooh poohs the water in Hachita.
So at least some of these really ignorant fools out here learned a thing or two in the last five years, not a total total loss, and only a few people got sick from the water so far, and not one death from the water. Yet.