I'm always being asked about Succor Punches.

They are radionic devices that broadcast your intentions through the etheric. That's extra-dimensional communication, folks. Your placing your intent in a place that is everywhere at once. Like in Quantum Theory.

If you just turn one on, it cloaks you from parasitical surveilance. The cameras can see you, the sattelites can see you but you are invisible to the creatures that monitor such systems.

To program intentions, just hold the Succor Punch to your heart Chakra and state as fact your intention. Don't ask for anything; assume it is already so, that's where you want to come-from.

"Right now all the positive, loving, healing energy in the Universe is healing my Daughter, Jean."

----- Original Message -----
From: Michelle W.
To: Andy Schwarm
Sent: Tuesday, September 02, 2008 10:25 AM
Subject: suggestion for your next newsletter

Hi Andy,

Here's some suggestions for you to respond to in your next newsletter.

1. Which zapper to get to see if something like a flagpole, or very high light pole is emitting harmful rays or radiation. The cheapest one? Seems like any light would emit rays; we need to know about the harmful rays, though.

Labor Day weekend for was me hunched-over a computer crunching video for hours on-end, the stuff I shot Saturday night. I didn't get a DVD complete until late Tuesday. This morning I realized I've been back since Friday night and all I did for CTBusters order's was fix a broken SP, chop the bottoms off-of a bunch of plastic cups to hold the snowcone-molds and twist some Kat Coils for TB's.

So, today I hit it hard and got a CB started, four HHG's and a load of TB's. Oh, I also got a Powerwand well underway. I'll be caught-up this weekened, maybe a couple things will ship Monday. Unless I get more orders. (hint) August's slowness has made life too easy and the coffers' low.

I got-up at 6:30 and called my friend Jack and said this morning would be a good time to move your truck. It's parked next to my shop and Woods rented the space to some guys that mold fiberglass, evidently, based on all the crap they dropped in front of my container/workshop (gee, ya go away a week and how quickly they forget).

They built a lean-to roof that extends from the top of Daves house trailer to my shop's roof. So when it rains, it's gonna pour.

Woods is out of money to fund his expensive racing team, he even sold his '06 Corvette.

He's renting space to anyone that wants it. He sold the gym equipment and rented the garage to race-car storage.

Anyway, Labor Day my ass. I've been editing ever since I got back from Jack's. I worked late last night. Orgonite sales suck.

I'm finally back from Athol, Idaho. I don't know why I just said "finally" because it went so fast I feel like I just left.

OK, the "finally" part was the flight from Las Vegas to Ontario, Ca, today. Thankfully it's a really short flight. The plane gets to altitude, levels-off for a few minutes, then starts it's decent.

I got a window seat, which is my preference and some guy was in the aisle seat, leaving an open seat between us. I knew it was a full plane, they told us over the PA. I see this HOT blonde woman that I couldn't help but admire (honest, I didn't look obvious!) coming down the aisle and I'm thinking, alright!, all the aisle and window seats are gone, the planes almost full, she's going to sit right-down beside me!