at, wondering where I should put my Holy Hand Grenade so I could get out of there. Just then, I heard something go "Baaaah" from right nearby and nearly jumped out of my skin. About 10 metres away at the edge of the clearing, a white long-horned goat stood watching. Up to that moment, there had been a frozen silence. Next, a bird suddenly made a very disturbing, broken-up noise from one of the treetops. I felt surrounded by fearful animals who had witnessed something here and were waiting.

I started desperately looking around for an obvious place to leave my orgone contraption. There were several possible spots: I went to the tree, but the pendulum said no, not there. It directed me to the farthest of the three boulders where there was a space with loose dirt and small stones -- a good place to bury a small object, which I did, in about two seconds. Another birdcall came from overhead – I recognized the pigeon that the Greeks call "Dekaocturo" because it makes a soothing sound like "Dekaocturo" which means number 18. This seemed to be the all-clear signal because then other birds started singing, and I could feel the fear dissipating.

I backed away and stumbled through the crackling bushes, breaking lots of branches in my hurry to leave. I looked down from the top of the bluff, saw the road and then saw my bike still down in the gully. Getting back down the crumbling sandy path seemed a lot harder than coming up, but before I had time to think, the rocks and gravel simply gave way and I slid all the way to the flowing stream at the bottom. What a relief to get out of there fast, without any scratches.

I jumped on the bike and pedaled as fast as I could along the road till I came to another picnic spot, also totally deserted, and stopped to catch my breath. It was 11:30 a.m. I was in a state of total amazement that all this had happened, and what did it mean? On the way back to the port, I saw only one black goat. It was kneeling by the roadside. This also seemed weird at the time. I had never

Here in Greece, my friend and I have been making little orgone generators to try to improve the energy field around our house, because there is so much electromagnetic radiation coming from the cell phone towers and the military, making people sick. These orgone cones are quite easy to make if you have quartz crystals -- and we do -- and after I had made a few I started "distributing" them around to the tower sites within a 3 or 4 km radius of our house. I used a pendulum to help me find the right spots to leave the generators (also known as Holy Hand Grenades, named by Don Croft who devised the method I am following) -- the first few times, I was impressed at how helpful the pendulum was at directing me to places which turned out to be perfect, and which I could not have found on my own. We also have noticed a major decrease in the negative energy we are feeling, and since we started doing this the whole area seems to be changing -- it's hard to say if this is really happening, but it just seems that things are more harmonious, and nature is looking more and more beautiful.

So last week, I suddenly felt the urge to visit Samothrace, a 2-3 hour ferry ride from Lemnos. Themis tried to discourage me, by telling me that there is a lot of black magic on that island. He mentioned reports that members of the British Royal Family are frequent visitors to certain sites on the island, where they participate in secret rituals. My intuition still kept telling me to go, and to bring along one of our orgone generators and plant it there, to improve the energy and foil the dark schemes of Charles and Camilla...

So on Saturday at 6:30 am I took the ferry, and after a very gloomy voyage through fog, landed in the port of Samothrace where the sun finally appeared. The sea was throwing off sparks unlike any I have ever seen before. It seemed the whole island was shimmering with energy and light.

Once off the boat, though, it was just another typical Greek island, with bars and cafes and men sitting around drinking coffee. I had not done any research, so I bought a guide book in one of the shops and quickly read about the ancient mystery site on the north coast of the island, a mere 11 km. from the port. I found a bike rental place, rented an old clunker for $6, and took off pedalling along the coastal road in the direction of the ruined temple of the “Great Gods.”

The sites on the north coast of Samotrace were used by a mystery cult which was second only to the one at Eleusis, involving the goddesses Demeter, Athena and Cybele (Artemis or Diana), with Hades (Pluto) and Persephone in there somewhere. There's a ruined temple, and various circular ruins where initiations were enacted.

It took me about half an hour to reach the archaeological sites, but for some reason were all locked up and the entire mountainside was enclosed behind high fences. It was only 10:30 a.m., and I figured all I had to do was get somewhere near the place where the Royal Family held its rituals. So I kept on cycling, enjoying the beautiful weather and the waves crashing on the beach.

I came to a forested area which seemed to be heavily populated by black goats peering from the hillside as I pedalled past. Normally in Greece I like to be around goats, but these were a different breed, and it seemed very creepy that they should be showing up on the way to an ancient mystery site of animal sacrifice. The guidebook didn’t say anything about human sacrifice, so I was thinking “I will let the pendulum guide me to an appropriate spot on a mountainside, perhaps overlooking one of the ruins.” I specifically asked to be taken to the spot used for rituals by the Prince of Wales and his sweetheart. I visualized some hilly area in the open, with lots of old stones baking in the sun, but really I had no idea where I was headed or what I would find.

At some point I stopped to check again, and the pendulum told me to continue on down the main road for another 260 meters. I walked the bike so as to pace it out exactly. At 200 meters, I came to a shaded roadside picnic-type area with a rushing spring. I asked the pendulum if I could drink the water as I had forgotten to bring any. It said no, continue on for 60 - 70 more meters.

The north side of Samothrace is relatively lush, and has sulphurous hot springs in the mountains. I was approaching this wild area, where there are lots of very spooky-looking "plane trees" which can grow very big and twisted and often have hollowed-out centres, and some of them look almost human like the Ents in Lord of the Rings.

At 60 meters, the 2-meter high wire fence (preventing people reaching the ruins illegally by circling back through the forest) suddenly dipped to less than half a meter, and I was looking up at a sandy cliff, about 5 metres high, covered with trees and brush. I noticed there was a very narrow path, possibly a goat track, winding upward from the bottom. It was easy to step over the fence, hide my bike behind a bush, and then I climbed to the top of the sandy bluff, being careful to grab onto bushes and not slip off the edge.

Up above was the forest. I was now standing in a small clearing, with lots of wide, low bushes that spread in circles along the ground like large clumps of ferns. The pendulum told me to hang a right, although this meant walking into some taller, dead bushes with spreading branches that blocked the path in all directions. The pendulum insisted that I get past these dead bushes and into another spot where there were some very large trees. With each step I took, branches were snapping loudly, and it occurred to me these bushes were there as a barrier, i.e. no way an intruder could forward without making a racket and sending a warning to whoever might be gathered in the space ahead.

It was 11 a.m., broad daylight, and there was no one to hear me as I crashed through and found myself in a deserted grove which I immediately recognized as the site of something really awful. There were three large boulders on the ground set in a semi-circle, one of them rectangular and very flat and smooth, another one round, and another taller more irregular at the far edge of the thicket.

These large stones stood facing two huge hollowed trees which guarded the cliff edge. Both trees had their backs to the sea, and were shaped just like human beings with upraised arms, and the hollowed out part of each tree was large enough to hold a fully grown adult. It was impossible to look at them without imagining someone being tied to them. On the ground near the boulders were two round pits which had been recently filled with twigs and leaves, neatly arranged.

I have never seen or felt anything like the place where I was standing, clearly the site of something awful. It also felt ancient, like a space designed by nature for a twisted purpose, not nature as we know it, but something Gothic, almost alien. I've seen similar places in the woods England, and also Louisiana, but never before in Greece. The trees might have been 100 years old, but maybe more. The three boulders could have been brought in from the archaeological site. The square flat stone definitely looked like it was designed for ritual slaughter -- maybe the twin fire pits were for roasting organs and entrails! My imagination was running a bit wild but there was a horrible vibration in this clearing. I had been guided to this spot in the midst of a forest overlooking a road which was used mainly for ordinary rural traffic -- and what little tourism there is on Samotrace -- but whatever happened in this grove was not for tourists.

Not only was the space defended on all sides by thick circular bushes, and invisible from the road because it was perched on a fenced-off cliff -- the likelihood of coming across it by accident while tramping illegally through the forest was virtually nil -- but even if you lost and crazy enough to stumble onto it, you might not notice what sort of place it was. You would have to be led there, or you would never find it.

I was taking all this in, breaking out in a cold sweat, wondering where I should put my Holy Hand Grenade so I could get out of there. Just then, I heard something go "Baaaah" from right nearby and nearly jumped out of my skin. About 10 metres away at the edge of the clearing, a white long-horned goat stood watching. Up to that moment, there had been a frozen silence. Next, a bird suddenly made a very disturbing, broken-up noise from one of the treetops. I felt surrounded by fearful animals who had witnessed something here and were waiting.

I started desperately looking around for an obvious place to leave my orgone contraption. There were several possible spots: I went to the tree, but the pendulum said no, not there. It directed me to the farthest of the three boulders where there was a space with loose dirt and small stones -- a good place to bury a small object, which I did, in about two seconds. Another birdcall came from overhead – I recognized the pigeon that the Greeks call "Dekaocturo" because it makes a soothing sound like "Dekaocturo" which means number 18. This seemed to be the all-clear signal because then other birds started singing, and I could feel the fear dissipating.

I backed away and stumbled through the crackling bushes, breaking lots of branches in my hurry to leave. I looked down from the top of the bluff, saw the road and then saw my bike still down in the gully. Getting back down the crumbling sandy path seemed a lot harder than coming up, but before I had time to think, the rocks and gravel simply gave way and I slid all the way to the flowing stream at the bottom. What a relief to get out of there fast, without any scratches.

I jumped on the bike and pedaled as fast as I could along the road till I came to another picnic spot, also totally deserted, and stopped to catch my breath. It was 11:30 a.m. I was in a state of total amazement that all this had happened, and what did it mean? On the way back to the port, I saw only one black goat. It was kneeling by the roadside. This also seemed weird at the time. I had never s

ing coffee. I had not done any research, so I bought a guide book in one of the shops and quickly read about the ancient mystery site on the north coast of the island, a mere 11 km. from the port. I found a bike rental place, rented an old clunker for $6, and took off pedalling along the coastal road in the direction of the ruined temple of the “Great Gods.”

The sites on the north coast of Samotrace were used by a mystery cult which was second only to the one at Eleusis, involving the goddesses Demeter, Athena and Cybele (Artemis or Diana), with Hades (Pluto) and Persephone in there somewhere. There's a ruined temple, and various circular ruins where initiations were enacted.

It took me about half an hour to reach the archaeological sites, but for some reason were all locked up and the entire mountainside was enclosed behind high fences. It was only 10:30 a.m., and I figured all I had to do was get somewhere near the place where the Royal Family held its rituals. So I kept on cycling, enjoying the beautiful weather and the waves crashing on the beach.

I came to a forested area which seemed to be heavily populated by black goats peering from the hillside as I pedalled past. Normally in Greece I like to be around goats, but these were a different breed, and it seemed very creepy that they should be showing up on the way to an ancient mystery site of animal sacrifice. The guidebook didn’t say anything about human sacrifice, so I was thinking “I will let the pendulum guide me to an appropriate spot on a mountainside, perhaps overlooking one of the ruins.” I specifically asked to be taken to the spot used for rituals by the Prince of Wales and his sweetheart. I visualized some hilly area in the open, with lots of old stones baking in the sun, but really I had no idea where I was headed or what I would find.

At some point I stopped to check again, and the pendulum told me to continue on down the main road for another 260 meters. I walked the bike so as to pace it out exactly. At 200 meters, I came to a shaded roadside picnic-type area with a rushing spring. I asked the pendulum if I could drink the water as I had forgotten to bring any. It said no, continue on for 60 - 70 more meters.

The north side of Samothrace is relatively lush, and has sulphurous hot springs in the mountains. I was approaching this wild area, where there are lots of very spooky-looking "plane trees" which can grow very big and twisted and often have hollowed-out centres, and some of them look almost human like the Ents in Lord of the Rings.

At 60 meters, the 2-meter high wire fence (preventing people reaching the ruins illegally by circling back through the forest) suddenly dipped to less than half a meter, and I was looking up at a sandy cliff, about 5 metres high, covered with trees and brush. I noticed there was a very narrow path, possibly a goat track, winding upward from the bottom. It was easy to step over the fence, hide my bike behind a bush, and then I climbed to the top of the sandy bluff, being careful to grab onto bushes and not slip off the edge.

Up above was the forest. I was now standing in a small clearing, with lots of wide, low bushes that spread in circles along the ground like large clumps of ferns. The pendulum told me to hang a right, although this meant walking into some taller, dead bushes with spreading branches that blocked the path in all directions. The pendulum insisted that I get past these dead bushes and into another spot where there were some very large trees. With each step I took, branches were snapping loudly, and it occurred to me these bushes were there as a barrier, i.e. no way an intruder could forward without making a racket and sending a warning to whoever might be gathered in the space ahead.

It was 11 a.m., broad daylight, and there was no one to hear me as I crashed through and found myself in a deserted grove which I immediately recognized as the site of something really awful. There were three large boulders on the ground set in a semi-circle, one of them rectangular and very flat and smooth, another one round, and another taller more irregular at the far edge of the thicket.

These large stones stood facing two huge hollowed trees which guarded the cliff edge. Both trees had their backs to the sea, and were shaped just like human beings with upraised arms, and the hollowed out part of each tree was large enough to hold a fully grown adult. It was impossible to look at them without imagining someone being tied to them. On the ground near the boulders were two round pits which had been recently filled with twigs and leaves, neatly arranged.

I have never seen or felt anything like the place where I was standing, clearly the site of something awful. It also felt ancient, like a space designed by nature for a twisted purpose, not nature as we know it, but something Gothic, almost alien. I've seen similar places in the woods England, and also Louisiana, but never before in Greece. The trees might have been 100 years old, but maybe more. The three boulders could have been brought in from the archaeological site. The square flat stone definitely looked like it was designed for ritual slaughter -- maybe the twin fire pits were for roasting organs and entrails! My imagination was running a bit wild but there was a horrible vibration in this clearing. I had been guided to this spot in the midst of a forest overlooking a road which was used mainly for ordinary rural traffic -- and what little tourism there is on Samotrace -- but whatever happened in this grove was not for tourists.

Not only was the space defended on all sides by thick circular bushes, and invisible from the road because it was perched on a fenced-off cliff -- the likelihood of coming across it by accident while tramping illegally through the forest was virtually nil -- but even if you lost and crazy enough to stumble onto it, you might not notice what sort of place it was. You would have to be led there, or you would never find it.

I was taking all this in, breaking out in a cold sweat, wondering where I should put my Holy Hand Grenade so I could get out of there. Just then, I heard something go "Baaaah" from right nearby and nearly jumped out of my skin. About 10 metres away at the edge of the clearing, a white long-horned goat stood watching. Up to that moment, there had been a frozen silence. Next, a bird suddenly made a very disturbing, broken-up noise from one of the treetops. I felt surrounded by fearful animals who had witnessed something here and were waiting.

I started desperately looking around for an obvious place to leave my orgone contraption. There were several possible spots: I went to the tree, but the pendulum said no, not there. It directed me to the farthest of the three boulders where there was a space with loose dirt and small stones -- a good place to bury a small object, which I did, in about two seconds. Another birdcall came from overhead – I recognized the pigeon that the Greeks call "Dekaocturo" because it makes a soothing sound like "Dekaocturo" which means number 18. This seemed to be the all-clear signal because then other birds started singing, and I could feel the fear dissipating.

I backed away and stumbled through the crackling bushes, breaking lots of branches in my hurry to leave. I looked down from the top of the bluff, saw the road and then saw my bike still down in the gully. Getting back down the crumbling sandy path seemed a lot harder than coming up, but before I had time to think, the rocks and gravel simply gave way and I slid all the way to the flowing stream at the bottom. What a relief to get out of there fast, without any scratches.

I jumped on the bike and pedaled as fast as I could along the road till I came to another picnic spot, also totally deserted, and stopped to catch my breath. It was 11:30 a.m. I was in a state of total amazement that all this had happened, and what did it mean? On the way back to the port, I saw only one black goat. It was kneeling by the roadside. This also seemed weird at the time. I had never

came to a shaded roadside picnic-type area with a rushing spring. I asked the pendulum if I could drink the water as I had forgotten to bring any. It said no, continue on for 60 - 70 more meters.

The north side of Samothrace is relatively lush, and has sulphurous hot springs in the mountains. I was approaching this wild area, where there are lots of very spooky-looking "plane trees" which can grow very big and twisted and often have hollowed-out centres, and some of them look almost human like the Ents in Lord of the Rings.

At 60 meters, the 2-meter high wire fence (preventing people reaching the ruins illegally by circling back through the forest) suddenly dipped to less than half a meter, and I was looking up at a sandy cliff, about 5 metres high, covered with trees and brush. I noticed there was a very narrow path, possibly a goat track, winding upward from the bottom. It was easy to step over the fence, hide my bike behind a bush, and then I climbed to the top of the sandy bluff, being careful to grab onto bushes and not slip off the edge.

Up above was the forest. I was now standing in a small clearing, with lots of wide, low bushes that spread in circles along the ground like large clumps of ferns. The pendulum told me to hang a right, although this meant walking into some taller, dead bushes with spreading branches that blocked the path in all directions. The pendulum insisted that I get past these dead bushes and into another spot where there were some very large trees. With each step I took, branches were snapping loudly, and it occurred to me these bushes were there as a barrier, i.e. no way an intruder could forward without making a racket and sending a warning to whoever might be gathered in the space ahead.

It was 11 a.m., broad daylight, and there was no one to hear me as I crashed through and found myself in a deserted grove which I immediately recognized as the site of something really awful. There were three large boulders on the ground set in a semi-circle, one of them rectangular and very flat and smooth, another one round, and another taller more irregular at the far edge of the thicket.

These large stones stood facing two huge hollowed trees which guarded the cliff edge. Both trees had their backs to the sea, and were shaped just like human beings with upraised arms, and the hollowed out part of each tree was large enough to hold a fully grown adult. It was impossible to look at them without imagining someone being tied to them. On the ground near the boulders were two round pits which had been recently filled with twigs and leaves, neatly arranged.

I have never seen or felt anything like the place where I was standing, clearly the site of something awful. It also felt ancient, like a space designed by nature for a twisted purpose, not nature as we know it, but something Gothic, almost alien. I've seen similar places in the woods England, and also Louisiana, but never before in Greece. The trees might have been 100 years old, but maybe more. The three boulders could have been brought in from the archaeological site. The square flat stone definitely looked like it was designed for ritual slaughter -- maybe the twin fire pits were for roasting organs and entrails! My imagination was running a bit wild but there was a horrible vibration in this clearing. I had been guided to this spot in the midst of a forest overlooking a road which was used mainly for ordinary rural traffic -- and what little tourism there is on Samotrace -- but whatever happened in this grove was not for tourists.

Not only was the space defended on all sides by thick circular bushes, and invisible from the road because it was perched on a fenced-off cliff -- the likelihood of coming across it by accident while tramping illegally through the forest was virtually nil -- but even if you lost and crazy enough to stumble onto it, you might not notice what sort of place it was. You would have to be led there, or you would never find it.

I was taking all this in, breaking out in a cold sweat, wondering where I should put my Holy Hand Grenade so I could get out of there. Just then, I heard something go "Baaaah" from right nearby and nearly jumped out of my skin. About 10 metres away at the edge of the clearing, a white long-horned goat stood watching. Up to that moment, there had been a frozen silence. Next, a bird suddenly made a very disturbing, broken-up noise from one of the treetops. I felt surrounded by fearful animals who had witnessed something here and were waiting.

I started desperately looking around for an obvious place to leave my orgone contraption. There were several possible spots: I went to the tree, but the pendulum said no, not there. It directed me to the farthest of the three boulders where there was a space with loose dirt and small stones -- a good place to bury a small object, which I did, in about two seconds. Another birdcall came from overhead – I recognized the pigeon that the Greeks call "Dekaocturo" because it makes a soothing sound like "Dekaocturo" which means number 18. This seemed to be the all-clear signal because then other birds started singing, and I could feel the fear dissipating.

I backed away and stumbled through the crackling bushes, breaking lots of branches in my hurry to leave. I looked down from the top of the bluff, saw the road and then saw my bike still down in the gully. Getting back down the crumbling sandy path seemed a lot harder than coming up, but before I had time to think, the rocks and gravel simply gave way and I slid all the way to the flowing stream at the bottom. What a relief to get out of there fast, without any scratches.

I jumped on the bike and pedaled as fast as I could along the road till I came to another picnic spot, also totally deserted, and stopped to catch my breath. It was 11:30 a.m. I was in a state of total amazement that all this had happened, and what did it mean? On the way back to the port, I saw only one black goat. It was kneeling by the roadside. This also seemed weird at the time. I had never

rectangular and very flat and smooth, another one round, and another taller more irregular at the far edge of the thicket.

These large stones stood facing two huge hollowed trees which guarded the cliff edge. Both trees had their backs to the sea, and were shaped just like human beings with upraised arms, and the hollowed out part of each tree was large enough to hold a fully grown adult. It was impossible to look at them without imagining someone being tied to them. On the ground near the boulders were two round pits which had been recently filled with twigs and leaves, neatly arranged.

I have never seen or felt anything like the place where I was standing, clearly the site of something awful. It also felt ancient, like a space designed by nature for a twisted purpose, not nature as we know it, but something Gothic, almost alien. I've seen similar places in the woods England, and also Louisiana, but never before in Greece. The trees might have been 100 years old, but maybe more. The three boulders could have been brought in from the archaeological site. The square flat stone definitely looked like it was designed for ritual slaughter -- maybe the twin fire pits were for roasting organs and entrails! My imagination was running a bit wild but there was a horrible vibration in this clearing. I had been guided to this spot in the midst of a forest overlooking a road which was used mainly for ordinary rural traffic -- and what little tourism there is on Samotrace -- but whatever happened in this grove was not for tourists.

Not only was the space defended on all sides by thick circular bushes, and invisible from the road because it was perched on a fenced-off cliff -- the likelihood of coming across it by accident while tramping illegally through the forest was virtually nil -- but even if you lost and crazy enough to stumble onto it, you might not notice what sort of place it was. You would have to be led there, or you would never find it.

I was taking all this in, breaking out in a cold sweat, wondering where I should put my Holy Hand Grenade so I could get out of there. Just then, I heard something go "Baaaah" from right nearby and nearly jumped out of my skin. About 10 metres away at the edge of the clearing, a white long-horned goat stood watching. Up to that moment, there had been a frozen silence. Next, a bird suddenly made a very disturbing, broken-up noise from one of the treetops. I felt surrounded by fearful animals who had witnessed something here and were waiting.

I started desperately looking around for an obvious place to leave my orgone contraption. There were several possible spots: I went to the tree, but the pendulum said no, not there. It directed me to the farthest of the three boulders where there was a space with loose dirt and small stones -- a good place to bury a small object, which I did, in about two seconds. Another birdcall came from overhead – I recognized the pigeon that the Greeks call "Dekaocturo" because it makes a soothing sound like "Dekaocturo" which means number 18. This seemed to be the all-clear signal because then other birds started singing, and I could feel the fear dissipating.

I backed away and stumbled through the crackling bushes, breaking lots of branches in my hurry to leave. I looked down from the top of the bluff, saw the road and then saw my bike still down in the gully. Getting back down the crumbling sandy path seemed a lot harder than coming up, but before I had time to think, the rocks and gravel simply gave way and I slid all the way to the flowing stream at the bottom. What a relief to get out of there fast, without any scratches.

I jumped on the bike and pedaled as fast as I could along the road till I came to another picnic spot, also totally deserted, and stopped to catch my breath. It was 11:30 a.m. I was in a state of total amazement that all this had happened, and what did it mean? On the way back to the port, I saw only one black goat. It was kneeling by the roadside. This also seemed weird at the time. I had never

at, wondering where I should put my Holy Hand Grenade so I could get out of there. Just then, I heard something go "Baaaah" from right nearby and nearly jumped out of my skin. About 10 metres away at the edge of the clearing, a white long-horned goat stood watching. Up to that moment, there had been a frozen silence. Next, a bird suddenly made a very disturbing, broken-up noise from one of the treetops. I felt surrounded by fearful animals who had witnessed something here and were waiting.

I started desperately looking around for an obvious place to leave my orgone contraption. There were several possible spots: I went to the tree, but the pendulum said no, not there. It directed me to the farthest of the three boulders where there was a space with loose dirt and small stones -- a good place to bury a small object, which I did, in about two seconds. Another birdcall came from overhead – I recognized the pigeon that the Greeks call "Dekaocturo" because it makes a soothing sound like "Dekaocturo" which means number 18. This seemed to be the all-clear signal because then other birds started singing, and I could feel the fear dissipating.

I backed away and stumbled through the crackling bushes, breaking lots of branches in my hurry to leave. I looked down from the top of the bluff, saw the road and then saw my bike still down in the gully. Getting back down the crumbling sandy path seemed a lot harder than coming up, but before I had time to think, the rocks and gravel simply gave way and I slid all the way to the flowing stream at the bottom. What a relief to get out of there fast, without any scratches.

I jumped on the bike and pedaled as fast as I could along the road till I came to another picnic spot, also totally deserted, and stopped to catch my breath. It was 11:30 a.m. I was in a state of total amazement that all this had happened, and what did it mean? On the way back to the port, I saw only one black goat. It was kneeling by the roadside. This also seemed weird at the time. I had never seen a goat do that before. It seemed to be saying, Hats off to you, Lady, and thanks for dropping by. I wondered if some of those wild black goats are actually human victims trapped in animal bodies.

When I got back to the port, I had a swim near a little roadside chapel dedicated to St. John. For the rest of the day, I did healthy, tourist-y things, such as climb Mount Saos in the scorching sun, arriving half-dead at 3 pm in the beautiful village of Chora which hangs off a mountainside, where I had lunch. For that hour or two it was like being in heaven, and I partly forgot about the Satanic grove by the sea. In general, Samothrace seemed like a wonderful, unspoiled place, full of lovely people -- except for one local man who sat near me in a cafe, who acted bizarrely, inviting a passerby to play cards with him and then cheating -- he wasn't drunk but his speech was slurred and he wore this permanent smirk -- later it occurred to me he might be "possessed." The locals treated him with caution although the waiter told him off after he apparently blurted out something obscene in Greek and scared away an older lady.

The pendulum continued giving me good, accurate directions for the rest of the afternoon: predicting where I would eat lunch, and the reliability of my rented bike, and several other little "tests" that proved it does work. It told me not to visit the sulphurous springs, and also not to try to eat lunch in the village on the south side of the island which has a miracle chapel dedicated to the Virgin Mary -- which I later found out was mainly empty and deserted.

So I feel certain that place really is connected to the British Royal Family. I asked to be guided to the site of their secret rituals -- imagining this would lead me to the entrance to some archaeological relic, or maybe a lodge in the hills with sunburned people lawn-bowling then sneaking off at night to some tacky ceremony with torches and silly costumes. I certainly never imagined I would end up in the epicentre of evil.

I hope I don't sound hysterical! I have no doubts about the meaning and purpose of what I saw.

I got back to Lemnos on the boat at 10 pm, exhausted. Themis and I went out to a taverna and I told him all about my strange adventure. He’s never really surprised by anything, so he just said to be careful, as I could “lose power” if I keep this up.

The next day, the energy was a little crazy. We went picking mulberries and Themis had a flat tire. Later, I dreamed about Samothrace and being at the Church of the Virgin Mary in the village of Chora, and everywhere were bright, pink flowers. I also dreamed someone handed me a sealed, thick glass container filled with creepy, crawly centipedes and other poisonous creatures -- they were visible inside, but could not get out. And I hope this is a metaphor for the future: that these dark secrets will be known, but not unleashed on an unsuspecting world.

Today I'm writing this -- later, I'm going to make 2-3 more orgone generators. They clear away negative energy, which I am noticing more and more. They work in spirals. When placed in areas where there is a lot of negative, or even Satanic, activity, they first neutralize the area and then they turn it to positive.

"Buckingham Palace" came up in a couple of remote viewing sessions, as the source of the secret experiments on children and others. I did not try to "remote view" the scene in the grove last night, although I was tempted. Instead I asked for protection and fell asleep. Around midnight, in the opening moments of 06.06.06, I suddenly felt a strong jolt of energy which woke me up. I have no idea what that was -- it was a bit like a gun going off in my head. I'm just hoping the Holy Hand Grenade in the Glade had a dampening effect on the proceedings.

And that Charles and Camilla had a nice weekend, lawn-bowling,