cone howitzer

The cone howitzer project I mentioned January 22 is pretty much complete. Not the bread project... the orgonite project.

I don't think I ever spent as much time on an orgonite project as I did on this one. As I mentioned before, a lot of this project didn't make much sense, but I now believe the lesson for this project was to trust my intuition rather than let my head get in my way. I mean, what logical reason is there to mount a 22 caliber barrel on a cannon? Casting all logic and reason aside, I made the dammed thing anyway and in the process I took a few pics.

The heart of this unit is a group of three crystals, quartz, kyanite, and selinite, wrapped with a toroidal mobius coil and embedded in an extremely dense matrix of resin, powdered brass, and aluminum and cured with a frequency of 528Hz blown at it by way of my Peavey amp. This unit was then suspended on three brass rods connecting it to the top cone. The tourmaline was placed below this, along with a small carnelian. The rest of the resin was made up of less dense, basic orgonite material.

For a change, I decided to insert a jack in the side for convenient plugging and unplugging. It wasn't so convenient making it. Every electronic specialty store I went to had nothing designed to embed a female eighth-inch phone jack in resin, let alone orgonite, and I had to build one from the top of a can of stewed tomatoes and some hot glue.

The orange highway cone was the perfect shape for the mold, but by the time I did the last pour the heat from curing began to melt it, creating a few unsightly voids that had to be repaired using a plastic binder and aluminum tape (basically, because I lost my duct tape).

Speaking of losing things... Don't you hate it when every tool you need isn't where you thought it was? I searched a whole day for my trusty bolt cutters, eventually trekking to Lowe's to "borrow" one of their $40 bolt cutters, which I promptly took back after I was done. (Yeah, I know it's a cheap trick but if I went to Home Depot instead, I'd have 2 bolt cutters instead of one that's still lost.)
The same thing happened to my glue gun the next day, but for $1.80 I'll keep the spare glue gun.

In hindsight, I would have been better off using something other than an 1/8th" female phone jack because embedding such a thing in resin leaves no room for error. The only way I got the thing to work was to dig at it with an ice pick and eyeglass screwdriver, sweet-talking it with things like, "come on baby, open up for daddy" for 45 minutes until I could fit the male end in. Talk about foreplay...

The carnelian was a different story. Never, in my wildest imagination, would I have considered placing a single stone in that exact position, at that depth. Admittedly, I never would've build this device in this manner but I was just a simple technician on this project, taking orders from my internal engineer, and this engineer said to place THIS stone in THIS place... right here at 2:30 between the tourmaline and wall... no exceptions, no excuses.

Ok... you da boss and I'm da hoss.

I don't think this unit has anything to do with weather control, but it seems to be geared toward physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual healing and improvement. The crystal selection and position seem to suggest a less than passive unit until fired up with frequency. The extremely dense resin surrounding the three main crystals prevent it from acting like an ordinary orgonite device. In fact, it seems pretty dead just sitting there. It needs power to make it work, and when it's fired up you can almost see wisps of vapor oozing out the top pipe. The cone shape seems to economize the unit, pushing the energy up the top with very little loss from the sides. Only while the frequency is running can you feel a slight vibration in the base.

I'd like to point out that I'm one of those people blessed with never having to put up with headaches, but today I developed a massive one... right after handling this unit with the frequency turned on. I know you can get a headache from touching the pipes on a cloudbuster if you don't touch the base afterward. It's the DOR on the pipes that cause this. It seems this unit does such a good job at kicking ass in an extremely efficient manner that even grounding yourself to the base afterward won't provide enough POR to counteract the bad stuff transfering through the pipe.

More work needs to be done in this area.

chicken parts

I'm not a big fan of Walmart but when I found myself in there yesterday perusing their glassware for molds, I thought it might be a good idea to see what they had in the deli. Their wingdings and hot wings aren't bad for the bucks and it looked like only one person was in front of me. I stood there waiting and overheard the orders he was placing for wings. Not just wings but only the lower arm of the wing. As many of you know, chicken wings are made up of upper arms and lower arms and when you buy wings you get an equal amount of each, because a chicken has two of each. Well, this guy wanted only the two-boned lower arms, leaving a tray full of little drumstick wings. I hate when this happens, not just because I like the lower arms but I happen to like them equally and want at least a reasonably equal amount of both. When people insist on only the lower arms I end up not even having a choice. It's little drumsticks or nothing at all. I then noticed all the wings, not just the hot wings but the wingdings and BBQ wings were upper arm drumsticks, meaning other people throughout the day were requesting ONLY the 2-boned lower wings. If everyone wants only the lower arm, it's reasonable to assume the upper arms will be thrown out and you can bet these upper arms won't go to any food banks.

I wondered how many people like me wanted to get wings only to find the limited selection and changed their minds. I also wondered how long it will be before someone comes up with a genetically altered chicken capable of growing only the lower arm of a wing, lowering Walmarts waste and improving their bottom line. The thought of a huge facility populated by lab-coated guys with clipboards cloning chicken parts appealed to me in a sci-fi kinda way. Sanitary, clean room conditions with table after table filled with petri dishes growing little chicken breasts and tiny lower arm wings with nutrient hoses monitored by pocket protector-clad technicians with horn-rimed glasses, prodding them from time to time with their mechanical pencils is the stuff that makes our great society so great.

In hind sight I should have gotten about 10 lbs of their upper arm wings and hid them somewhere in the store, like behind the socks.

chaos... order. is there another choice?

We live in a universe where chaos rules. We're so used to things going wrong that when something finally does go right it's cause for celebration.
We've settled into this rationale that it's an imperfect universe and things go wrong as a matter of course. Our human culture is littered with witty phrases like "Shit happens" and "When you get lemons, make lemonade", and "No one said life was easy." We expect things to go wrong and it's built into every system we have and every area of our existence. We can carefully plan and craft an idea right down to the finest detail and every single time we run the program we find at least one "fly in the ointment". "The best-laid plans of mice and men go often awry." We all know and accept this, but we also realize Robert Burns was an optimist and every plan always has just enough chaos built into it to screw things up.

Think about all the things that go wrong in your small, personal corner of the universe every day and multiply that by 6.7 billion and you'll get a rough idea why we think disorder is a natural state of being. We've accepted war as natural as our computers crashing or a bad cell phone signal, and our collective reaction to this chaos has gone from pounding our fists with rage to a shoulder shrug.
It doesn't matter what disaster shows up on the news. We're used to it and take it all in stride as if this is the way things are supposed to be.

"Did ya hear the news? We just declared a preemptive war with Pakistan and there's a bird flu pandemic that already killed 20,000 people on the east coast."
"So, What's for dinner?"

What if chaos is an anomaly designed to stimulate a mutation, where chaos is the antigen and mutation is the antibody?
Like it makes sense for an anomaly to increase a histamine count to produce a scratch.
This theory would only be possible if the the mutation were necessary for positive growth... to make the organism better than it was before. Using the histamine/scratch metaphor, it might be to scrape a parasite from your flesh before it infects the body, not to improve anything but to simply maintain a state of health before the parasite showed up.

Come to think of it, this metaphor pretty much explains the chaotic state of our existence. I'm pretty sure you feel the pinch of these social parasites sucking your life blood through endless taxes, higher monthly bills, and seemingly endless, stupid laws that can be perceived to be designed to make your life a little more chaotic, complicated, and frustrating than it was before. You find yourself exhausted from scratching and eventually stop pounding your fists and begin shrugging your shoulders in compliance with the way things are, as if this is the way it's supposed to be.

But what if this isn't the way it's supposed to be?

What if we got it wrong? What if chaos was purposely injected into our system like itching powder, causing us to constantly scratch and distract us from who's supplying the itching powder in the first place?
You and I may not be supplying the itching powder but we still distribute it, perpetuating this unnecessary, and totally worthless, chaos.

We have these things called money, power, and control that mess things up. We have all the power we need to do anything we want but we're too dumbed down, programmed, and controlled to realize it. Throw money into the mix and you have a system that all but forces everyone to suck the life blood out of everyone, perpetuating this chaotic existence. Our lives have chaos in them because we let it happen and we don't know any better. We're stuck in this vampire orgy program of congress, electric utilities, medical costs, mortgage rates, fuel, neighbors, employers, family, friends, pharmaceutical companies, politics, and religion feeding off our jugulars like collective Draculas, forcing us to feed from someone else, who feeds off someone else, who feeds off someone else, ad infinitum.

I don't think this was the way man was supposed to exist. I'm of the opinion we already have the power, and if we have the power we can make a change to end this cycle of vampirism by making the effort to stop being a parasite and give your power only to those you want to give it to, willingly.

Reprogram others by showing them they can't take your energy unless they change their ways. When you freely give your energy away you open yourself to receive more, which makes it easy to give to those who need it. Refuse to give it away on demand.

You won't invite a thief to your home for dinner. Why cast your pearls before swine?

Updike, the down staircase

John Updike, chronicler of the middle class, died yesterday at the ripe age of 76. He believed the middle was the place to be because that's where extremes clash and restless ambiguity rules.

I can't say I much cared for Updike, maybe because his fascination with the middle class and my gravitation to the fringe elements of society gave me the impression he was way too boring.

Since we both share the same birthday, March 18, perhaps I should reconsider my opinions and look to the middle for fun and excitement. Yeah, right...... The middle class is just about as exciting as TV bowling.

Ya want some excitement? Get your crack pipe and get ready to be happy.

It seems the only thing keeping the whole economy from completely tanking is the illegal drug market. In October 1989, the Wall Street computers dumped millions of stocks creating a semi-perfect storm for a 1929-type depression but it never happened because of one thing... DRUGS.

See, Joe Blow goes out and buys a pound of pot and keeps a quarter pound for his own head. He then sells 3/4ths of it and the profits go to paying his rent, buying clothes, car payments, utility bills, etc. Bill Bailey buys a quarter pound from Joe, keeps an oz and sells the rest. The profits go to paying a car payment, going to the movies, some hot babes, whatever. Jim Jones buys an oz from Bill and the cycle continues with quarter bag or joint sales and meager profits that go into economic circulation buying things.

The reason is, all this drug money is untraced and IRS doesn't control it. It's a tax free cash transaction not accounted for on any books. It exists but doesn't exist. If the greedy bastards that run the economy had control of this money our economy would have tanked decades ago.

History repeats itself and our economic system is doomed if not for our extremely active drug trade. Pot has been replaced by crack and heroin and we have lots of sub-middle class people who desperately want to go on mini vacations from the crap the powers that be throw at us on a daily basis. Almost none of these people realize the positive impact they have on keeping the economy afloat and probably never will.

Just lost your job? Well, fire up that crack pipe and forget about it. Not feeling well and have no health insurance? Try some heroin. It'll all be better and each hit will benefit our ailing economy.

It works like this... Just go to a town like Reading Pa, John Updike's home town, and buy some cheap drugs in bulk and start your own business. Don't know anyone who sells drugs in bulk? Ask around, but leave the Dockers home and bring cash. Use some decorum. Don't expect to score with your gold card or a check. You know... blend.

"But I don't want to deal. I just want to get high."

Don't worry. Every town has lots of drugs for guys like you, willing to stimulate the economy. Ask around. I'll bet the bag boy at the supermarket knows where to find some good drugs. Just don't be obvious about it.

The wrong way to inquire about drugs:

"Excuse me bag boy. I'm like you, upset about our uncertain economic times and how our 401Ks are tanking. Where can a fellow get some dope around here?"

The right way to inquire about drugs:

"Hey man, I just got to town. Where does someone score a little entertainment around here?" (wink, wink)

OR you can ask one of your friends. Chances are, a lot of your very best friends have some very good connections and just don't invite you to those kind of parties because you're such a square. They'll be more than happy to help you boost the economy and take an eight hour vacation at the same time.

Just remember, the only dope worth shooting is in Washington.

new world order is the plan

Check out the signal Bush flashes at 10:37.

it's not just bread anymore

Some of you know I've been experimenting with bread making because I'm not all that crazy about the mass produced, preservative-loaded stuff that can sit on a shelf for a week after it's made. The small, local bakeries that are still around make their bread at 5 a.m. in vast quantities to carry them throughout the day. The gourmet breads are good but they are sometimes made hundreds of miles away and sit around for days before someone buys them for 4 dollars a loaf. 4 Bucks a loaf? All bread consists of is flour with some trace amounts of sugar, salt, and yeast. What's the big deal? Humans have been making bread since the beginning of the agricultural revolution. Should this secret of bread making be entrusted only to the big bread makers and bakeries too small to be absorbed by Big Agra? I think not!

I'm ashamed to say Americans don't have the slightest clue what bread is. The perfectly shaped, mass produced bubblegum used to hold our peanut butter and jelly is a testament to the sacrifice of taste and texture most Americans traded for the convenience of fast food at home.

I made a commitment this year to stop buying store bread and make my own instead. I found it's not nearly as difficult as I was lead to believe and doesn't take near as much time as I thought. In fact, the time I spend actually working with the dough is more of a zen exercise than a labor of love. Of course, I'm not totally devoid of technology. I have a bread maker that does a much better job making the dough than I have the patience for, but the zen part comes into play when I kneed it for about a minute and form the shapes I want the bread to be.

Let me give you a rundown of what it takes to produce 4 small loaves of bread.

1 and a third cups hot water, about 2 or 3 tablespoons olive oil, 4 cups flour, 5 teaspoons raw sugar, about 2 teaspoons sea salt, 5 teaspoons yeast. Last night I made onion bread so I tossed in a small handful of dried onion. Plug in the bread maker, adjust it to dough, push the button and work on another project, like orgonite, for an hour and a half. When the bell rings, dump the dough on a floured surface and knead it for about a minute. This is the part no machine can reproduce. This is when you imbue it to be what you want it to be. I prefer a lot of different size holes in my bread with a hard, firm, chewy crust that can stand up to whatever I do with it and still maintain a moist, springy center.

The end result is a ham, salami, and provolone sandwich with lots of real butter and brown mustard.
Try making one of these with Wonder Bread.

During the hour and a half waiting period I contemplated on the heart of my latest orgonite project. The quartz, blue kyanite, and selenite wrapped in a mobius is the foundation of my next project. Since I intend to mount a giant black tourmaline crystal below this unit, I need a larger mold to house it all.

I'm not sure exactly what I'm going to do with this unit once it's built. It's as if I'm being guided to make this device but the purpose of which escapes me. Although the plan is to mount a 4' long, 1" copper pipe, it's not just a cloudbuster. It seems to border on power wand technology and the large tourmaline can only mean this bad boy is intended to neutralize negativity in a big way.

I doused all the components in this device many times and got the same answers. Logically, A larger diameter top pipe would be in order but for some reason the 1" pipe is the size I need. I doesn't make sense. Would you build a cannon with a 22 caliber barrel?

FREEMASONRY: [SIGNS & SIGNALS] 2

automakers dash hope for flying cars

intervention.... there's hope. kinda

diversity

Maybe I'm wrong but isn't the meaning of diversity the difference between one thing and something else? To celebrate diversity is to celebrate differences. Shouldn't we be celebrating similarities that we hold in common rather than the differences that separate and fragment us as humans?

Diversity seems to be the buzzword nowdays. Celebrating diversity to bring cultures together is like a Jew and an Arab having dinner together, discussing their hatreds of each other. Sure, it's great that they sit down at the same table but the dinner conversation leaves much to be desired.
Wouldn't it be more constructive for the Jew and Arab to discuss their shared ancestry, physical characteristics, demographics, and lack of pork in their diet rather than their differences?

Let's imagine a diverse situation we can celebrate:

You're at a party and you make eye contact with someone across the room. She gives a come hither look so you get an extra drink and walk across the room to talk with her. She's very short and you can't understand a word she says but the hostess informs you she's a Pygmy from the Twa tribe from a swamp in Botswana, doesn't drink alcohol, and is here for medical experiments. She's also a cannibal and wants to have you for dinner.
Now, with all that diversity to celebrate you'd think this would be a good thing but you still wonder if she likes the Giants.

Diversity = confusion

Why not concentrate on other peoples similarities rather than differences? Haven't we been concentrating on our differences (diversity) for far too long? And who is pushing this diversity agenda in the first place?

I'm not saying we shouldn't appreciate other cultures or lifestyles and understand the richness these differences provide to the world experience. We can all benefit from walking around in someone elses shoes but to celebrate diversity accentuates differences which only serves to separate us more from a true coming together for humanity.

Rather than focus on obvious differences like color, language or the size of their ass, why not focus on the fact that you both like beer and take it from there?

If you talk to someone you don't know, you might break the ice by saying something you can both respond to, like the weather. Face it, the weather is something we ALL have in common and it serves as a basis for understanding. From there they might talk about the blue skies of Botswana or the chemtrails causing respiratory problems and how their weather experiments using orgone energy is helping to end the drought, and how her ox tail soup is to die for.

But that's not what diversity is all about. The celebration of diversity, that happens to be the buzzword of our times, is just anther way of saying Affirmative Action on steroids which includes not only race and gender but every area of culture not consistent with traditional white American ivy league culture. It's just another attempt to eliminate the middle class using reverse discrimination with a nice sounding name that makes you unAmerican if you disagree.

A quick search of diversity on the internet brought me some interesting insights. Namely, no one contradicts it. I find it interesting that anyone diverse to diversity is a bad person but you're a good American if you embrace it.

This schizoid behavior isn't anything new. Look at The Patriot Act and you'll find nothing patriotic about it and Homeland Security, although it sounds like big dogs guarding your front door, actually consider YOU a threat.

Diversity is nothing more than the age old tactic of divide and conquer to keep the bottom feeders fighting each other rather than the bastards everyone knows is pulling the strings. Race doesn't work anymore so the powers that be need to find something else to define one group from another.

Why don't we just shed our differences, concentrate on our similarities and take the bastards out!

2012: what it's all about

Ever try to do a jig saw puzzle? You have a whole bunch of pieces and only when you get enough of the pieces together do you start to see the whole picture. 2012 is something like that. You have the Illuminati, skull and bones, the Trilateral Commission, Bilderburgers, The Federal Reserve, The Vatican, chemtrails, cell phone towers, Queen Liz, The Carlyle Group, MK-ULTRA, H.A.A.R.P., FDA, FAA, NSA, GOP, CIA, FBI, U.N., and a whole bunch of other puzzle pieces, secret and non-secret, that all have their hands in this secret stuff that the common man isn't supposed to know about.
Stuff so secret that the Patriot Act was invented to find out what people know and take out the leakers accordingly.

Whatever it is, it's so big, so secret, that ordinary Earth governments are told what to do and what to say or suffer the consequences. JFK was assassinated for not towing the line. So was Abe Lincoln, Ken Ley, RFK, Martin Luther King, and tons more too numerous to mention. Those lucky enough to avoid death would suffer political assassination like Ted Kennedy.

But I digress...

My point is I think I found enough puzzle pieces to start to see the big picture and what I found is enough to straighten your grannies blue hair.

First off, the world leaders, the guys who really run this planet and not those jackasses running government, believe the world is over populated and think that 3,000,000 people is enough to manage. This misconception is based on the outdated theory that there isn't enough to go around, which is what fired up the eugenics movements in this country, the Nazi movement in WWII, and the Bush administration today. To these men of letters, human life is not only cheap but very expensive to maintain. The cost to run things will decrease dramatically if there weren't any people. More for them. The problem is, how do you get rid of everyone on Earth except for you and all your rich buddies?

The answer is simple. Create a series of problems with a solution for each of these problems and launch them at specified intervals. The solution is, of course, what you want in the first place and the problem is a way to get your solution approved by the masses. With each problem, limit the freedoms of the peasant slaves to provide a solution. Then lie like hell and keep telling the lie until the unwashed masses believe it. Before too long, the sheeple will do anything you say to save their sorry asses from what's to come. Hell, keep everyone loaded with prescription maintenance drugs, insipid TV, and fluoride and they'll demand it! This has multiple advantages for the power elite.

1. You can get a lot richer.

2. You keep the masses in a constant state of low level trauma.

3. With everyone in a constant state of low level trauma it's easier for them to believe whatever you tell them, especially if you own the mainstream media and drill it into their heads 24/7.

4. "Attention people. There's a comet heading right for us and we have cattle cars waiting to take you all to safety. ALL ABOARD!"

Are you familiar with Project Blue Beam?

Simply put, Project Blue Beam is a world-wide show the power elite will put on for all of Earths inhabitants and consists of a 4 part plan.

1. The first step concerns the breakdown of all archaeological knowledge. Documents will emerge that will prove the worlds great religions are false, among other things considered sacred truths by humans.

2. The second step will be the world-wide space show where Jesus will make his second coming, Mohammad will make an appearance, as well as Buddha, Krishna, and every other deity in a holographic sky show complete with sound and 3D visuals that will make a Pink Floyd concert look like a square dance. I'll bet George Lucas will have something to do with the audio, you can bet on that. At this time, all the big deities will speak to their followers in their own languages and merge into the new and improved, one, true GOD, ushering in the first world-wide religion of the New World Order.

3. The third step deals with telepathic electronic two-way communication, where ELF(Extra Low Frequency), VLF (Very Low Frequency), and LF (Low Frequency) waves will reach the people of the earth through the insides of their brains, making each person believe that his own God is speaking to him from within his own soul. (And you thought cell phone towers were just for cell phones)

4. The fourth step involves universal supernatural manifestations using electronic means. We might see and hear anything from nasty u.f.o. attacks to Christians levitating to heaven in a rapture state to good aliens coming to save the good humans from the nuclear Holocaust.

The idea is to first institute the world religion and then to sanitize the world with a new world order, in that order. For this you need a lot of stupid people to believe such crap is really happening. Or do they?

Chemtrails could possibly provide holographic screens for the space show as well as interfere with our brains reaction to dismiss it as hallucination. The push to fluoridate everything we eat and drink and cradle-to-grave meds are making us prone to accept damn near anything. Star Trek brought us the alien attack factor, as well as acceptance into the new world order to come. George Lucas showed us a glimpse of a NWO future with THX-1138 but it was Star Wars that put him in the big leagues by pushing alien invasion and protection. Jurassic Park showed the us that Darwin was right and eugenics rules and Spielberg showed us through E.T. that aliens are not only friendly but cute. Batman Begins? You guessed it. Instant, mass psychosis is on its way.

Don't think for one minute the technology doesn't exist to put on this world-wide hoax. One look at the JFK assassination or 9/11 will tell you they have the balls to try it and we all know the U.S. government is at least 30 years ahead of the private sector in technology.
The telling point for me is how secret they all are about this stuff. If you don't believe chemtrails are real you either don't look up or you're a kid who never saw a blue sky. My government doesn't even acknowledge chemtrails exist and refuse to discuss it. I don't believe anything, especially if my government tells me so. Why would I believe they have my best interests at heart? Why would anybody, unless they're still asleep?

Well, I have a plan. Wanna hear it? It's simple.

Logic dictates that if the government is involved in putting on something as dumb as a world-wide space show with God himself dancing arm-in-arm with Mohammad and Buddha with alien invaders behind them encouraging us to drop our religions in favor of the new and improved, one, true, religion, with Beethoven's "Ode To Joy" playing in the background, as if they were selling toothpaste, you KNOW they'd fuck it up.

These are government employees, remember. The dumbest breed of human on the planet.

Now, just stop and think about this whole space show idea. I mean, what group of retards actually think this production will go off without a hitch? A world-wide theater performance tuned to the wavelengths of every human on Earth with a personal invitation from God, himself? Personally, I think it's just about the dumbest goddamed thing I ever heard of and if they actually believe they can pull this off they must be pretty sure of the tech to back it up.

Well, folks, they got the tech and it's gonna be a trip to the fun house, complete with everything your psyche can dredge up from hells ugliest demons to choirs of angels dancing on pin heads and unless you're prepared for this mental battle between good and evil, it's gonna be real as piss and most of us will die, go insane, or hop aboard the first train to safety that the government provides, only that train will take you straight to the re-education camps.

We're wise to the lies. Like The Who once said, "We won't be fooled again."

I'd say, for the run-up to 2012 the best we can do is stock up on food and water, lots of ammo, plenty of drugs, (including that tab of acid you've been saving) keep your sense of humor, get your head straight and wait for the space show.

The World-Wide, God-alien, Holographic Space Show
~brought to you by the power elite~
COMING TO YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD
December 21.2012

I encourage everyone to listen to Serge Monast with an open mind and I hope to see you all in Key West.

f**k the fed

dogfish

bread

Every holiday has its foods. Thanksgiving has turkey, Easter has kielbasi and ham, the 4th of July has hot dogs and beer, and New Year's has pork and sauerkraut.

Ok, so pork and sauerkraut isn't a worldwide favorite, but I've managed to consume it every New Year's, except for that time I was stuck in Arkansas for the holidays and had to settle for black-eyed peas.

At any rate, New Year's Eve is tomorrow night, and I wanted to make something to go with the free-range pork and homemade sauerkraut, so I made a loaf of seeded-rye bread with a pyramid on top.

A pyramid seems to be apropos. After all, the FDA has a food pyramid. So does AOL, the dollar bill, and the guys who build the sphinx but that wasn't why I carved it. I did it cause 3 is such a cool number, that's why.

Just to add a little life force, I'm letting it cool over the orgone field generator. Let's see what happens when the guests consume that while pondering 2009.

something I found in big lots

Yeah, I know it's lame but for some reason this seems to encapsulate the holiday season this year.

I guess this is about as spiritual as it gets for xmas eve '08. Let's see what the spirits bring us this year.

Lost footage of the JFK Assassination

This never-before seen video of the assassination revealed in an unfiled dossier discovered by the Dept. of Defense could forever change the course of American history.

Thanks NotoriousPimp24

just water

I brought the orgone field generator in the house the other night because I wanted to work on some things in the comfort of a controlled environment.
As soon as I set it up I got the idea of charging some water by letting it sit on the top rack. The idea is, if this field generator can produce such profound positive attitudes on people, why not charge some water and see what happens.

I set a couple containers of water on the top rack with 15Hz pumping through the device for about 12 hours or so. The larger container is for plants. The smaller one is for me.

Now, the water in this place comes from a well and the taste is pretty good, compared to water I've had in this area. This charged water had, for lack of a better term, a sour taste to it. I can't account for why the taste changed, other than sitting in the orgone field for half a day, but something certainly altered the flavor which proves something happened.

The best way I can determine if this change is positive or not is to drink it for a few days and see what happens.

After all, it's just water, isn't it?

I'll keep ya posted.

Hitler rants about D3x

It's like Greek to me

Tom and Tyler were kind enough to bring me some white oak logs but... DAMN!

I managed to cut and split the smallest log and damn near split a gut. What the hell am I going to do with the rest of this stuff? It's easy if you have the equipment, but how do you manage this kind of mass if all you have is a few hand tools and a basic idea of a classical education?


This got me thinking about this valley before it was farm land, when ancient trees dominated the landscape and their massive canopies blocked out the sun. Those old guys knocked down all those trees, pulled out the roots, moved out the boulders and big stones, and planted crops all with simple hand tools and a few mules. It wasn't that people back then were that much stronger, but I believe they were heads and shoulders above us in smarts.

So, a couple hundred years ago men were stronger and smarter than we are now. Back then, an eighth grade education was equivalent to a masters degree, everyone built their own house with their own hands, and children chopped trees into firewood because it was an easy chore. The nanny state took over critical thinking and, at this rate, humanity will have an average I.Q. of 86 with the physical strength of a little girl within a few generations. That prognosis doesn't sit well with me.

How did we get to this point? I suppose we could start with government taking over our educational system, removing the classics from school curriculums, supplementing useless classes like black literature, black history, new math, whole language, ebonics, and eliminating the tried and true methods of phonics and classical history, resulting in a dumbed-down version of high school and college grads who can barely read, let alone figure out how to do something without being led by the hand with every detail explained with pictures.

Add to that daily doses of fluoride, insipid TV shows, PC, a retarded congress, an autistic president, and the international banking elite who want ALL your money. It's a good thing Big Pharma is there to supply us with all the sanctioned drugs we need cause this shit depresses the hell out of me.
But I digress...

What you see here is my latest project, with a simple lawn chair to show relative proportion.

It's my intention to use Archimedean principles to cut, split, and stack all this wood using only a chainsaw and a few simple hand tools.

If a Greek can do it, I can do it.

what's for dinner?

I marinated the turkey the night before in onion soup and dry vermouth and made the stuffing with hot Italian sausage, applesauce, caramelized onions, celery, toasted bread, some black olives, spices, my three peppers and file powder.

The rest of the fare consisted of orange glazed yams, string bean casserole, raisin bread, rye bread, a gallon of rum, assorted wines, a bucket of gravy, and a cubic yard of mashed spuds. Julie and Nicole brought ham and pie and assorted other goodies.

When all was said and done, the stuffing was the only thing completely gone, which tells me I might have done something right.

I love Thanksgiving. It's the one day of the year were everyone gets to feed everyone else. Friends and family gather for the sole purpose of doing kitchen prep, laughing and tasting everything before it's done and putting in their 2 cents about how it might need a little more salt or whether or not the yams should have marshmallow, all with unlimited stemware filled with wines or exotic martinis.

What's more basic of mans humanity to man that that?

Rumor has it the first Thanksgiving precipitated the invention of the recliner, followed by slaughtering the Native Americans who brought the wild game.

Some traditions are meant to be changed.

Generation Rx - the Film

The FDA isn't one of my favorite institutions. In fact, I'd go so far as to say everyone involved with FDA policy should be taken out and shot and the lower echelons should be used in medical experiments. These are people who killed Wilhelm Reich and burned his books, made tryptophan illegal, closed down health food stores, gave Big Pharma the green light to do whatever they want, approved thalidomide for pregnant women, and want to make ALL vitamins illegal. I have nothing but contempt for this group of nazi bastards, but you get my drift.

Generation RX covers how the FDA allowed cradle to grave drug use for a whole generation, just so Big Pharma could get a little richer.

Suzanna Gratia-Hupp: What the Second Amendment is REALLY For

ask your doctor

Are you suffering from unstoppable, involuntary emotions and behaviors in conjunction with the unexpected and unplanned stimulation of sexual organs when pondering a perception of self? If so, you may have Persistant Erectile Personality Disorder, or PEPD.

Or perhaps you may have Reactive Defiant Motivation Dysfunction, or RDMD, which primarily involves explosive, emotional behavior and responses compromised by the presence of extreme anger towards authority figures while losing the will to do anything meaningful.

Most likely you're afflicted with Oppositional Maladaptive Motivation Syndrome With Incontinence or OMMSWI (my favorite) which is characterized by stubborn resistance to conform to social norms exacerbated by the aberrant inability to adjust to normal responses or behaviors while losing the will to do anything meaningful, combined with an inability to control one's own bladder.

You may be interested to know, I found a disease mongering engine that could very well prove to be a rosetta stone of Political Correctness On Steroids, or PCOS, that we've all been suffering from since the pre-Raygun days.

PCOS is the condition applied to language, ideas, policies, or behavior seen as seeking to minimize offense to gender, racial, cultural, disabled, aged or other identity groups. Conversely, the term "politically incorrect" is used to refer to language or ideas that may cause offense or that are unconstrained by orthodoxy. It used to be a joke to call a housewife a Domestic Engineer, or a garbage man a Reclamation Technician. Now, it's standard-speak in our double-think culture to call, what was once called, an excitable boy one who suffers from Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder or ADHD. There's a drug for that, ya know. Only it's not to cure the kid but to wang him out so parents and teachers don't go crazy. Perhaps they should have a drug for parents and teachers exposed to ADHD children. Too bad tranquilizers, scotch and cigarettes aren't politically correct for teachers and parents but amphetamines and Ritalin are the meds of choice for kids.

We've gotten so politically correct we even managed to legitimize road rage, that behavioral disorder characterized by extreme expressions of uncontrollable anger on our nations highways. It's now called Intermittent Explosive Disorder, or IED, and since it's listed in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders and was submitted to the American Psychiatric Association for inclusion in their DSM-IV (the standard reference guide of psychiatric disorders), road rage has been blessed by the powers that be as a mental disorder that can be treated with drugs.

Is there nothing drugs can't cure? Maybe you can find out for yourself.

Next time you visit your doctor, tell him you have Oppositional Maladaptive Motivation Syndrome With Incontinence or Intermittent Explosive Disorder or any other selection of ridicules maladies and see if he has a pill for you.

orgone shotgun

This orgone shotgun is designed for long range use.
I made a couple of these earlier this year, sans pipe, and I knew I had something completely different.

Originally, I made these for dream experimentation and a de-stressing tool because some of these devices I put under the bed get me pretty wired from all the energy they put out. Sometimes I can get by with three hours sleep a night but after a few weeks you start wondering if going to sleep at 3am and waking up at 6am every morning is such a good thing. So, I included blue kyanite, which is supposed to help me understand what all those orgone enhanced dreams mean, and selenite, which keeps the crystals charged and allows astral projection. I also included a counter-clockwise coil in the mix.

The result, this cone put me to sleep and let me remember where I went. An interesting added benefit is the ability to get up whenever I'm supposed to, without an alarm clock.

I decided there was room for improvement so I got some fresh crystals, a dense resin made from granular brass and aluminum with some chunks and curls of copper and aluminum with 4 medium size quarts crystals in the base, an internal coil, some titanium, and a big ass copper pipe.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't use such fine metal in a passive unit but this thing is only half built. I intend to mount an orgone amp to the base to ramp up the power and a couple hand-holds to aim it properly. Unpowered, you can definitely feel the energy pumping out the top of the pipe and with the addition of a mobile powered amp I should be able to send orgone anywhere within line of sight.

I wonder if I can mount it on my car?




I'll keep ya posted.

stone age succor punch

I've been playing around with this device for a few weeks and I'm convinced it's totally kick ass.

This succor punch is made from powdered aluminum, powdered brass, copper and aluminum curls in clear resin. The reason it looks dark is because of the extreme density of the mixture. The crystal has a mobius coil embedded in the resin, which is connected to a frequency zapper. In this case, I have the frequency at approximately 14Hz, and you can really feel it moving in your hand.

I can get away with larger pieces of metal in passive devices like TBs and HHGs, but if power is involved, ultra-fine metal particles are an absolute must if you want to get the most out of the device. Because about 20% of this unit has some larger metal chips, it's a good stand-alone cleaner, but when you hit that frequency it really takes off, and when you feel the rhythmic pulsations in your hand, you know you have some unexplained power.

I really like the crude appearance this thing took on. It has a primitive, high-tech look, as if someone tried to make a phaser out of a dinosaur bone, and it's totally ergonomic.


I was looking for a mold that would have a gentle bend, but the closest I could find was a piece of 2"id reinforced neoprene hose, which I had to reshape with a pair of large c-clamps. The end result looks like a telephone from the bronze age.

Ok, so what's this thing supposed to do and why are you doing it?

Well, since you asked...

A properly built succor punch with the proper frequency is capable of manifesting reality from intent. The frequency going through the mobius coil sets up a chaos field, which interacts with the crystal to create scalar waves. There's something about 14Hz that makes these crystals respond in a positive way. 14Hz is also high alpha, the brain wave that humans tap into when they sleep or go into deep meditation. It's also the predominant brainwave kids have when they're at that stage in life when they learn everything quickly like languages, social rules, how to get around their parents, etc. The thing about meditation, as any guru can tell you, is planting the seed of intent while you're in an alpha state. The problem is, you must have your mind clear to be in an alpha state. After all, that's what meditation is all about... clearing your mind of all thought. As soon as you generate a thought, WHOOSH! you're no longer in alpha. I suppose it's a fail-safe, because if you could hold an intent while in deep meditation, or alpha, you can alter reality, and sometimes that's not a good idea for the rest of the people who don't share a potential psychopath's dreams. Also, anyone who practices meditation for years, and can discipline their mind to that extent, most likely has developed the higher brain function of wisdom and no longer needs anything but the basics.

I noticed that since I found a way to pump alpha waves to awake people, the awake people don't seem to need anything, partly because while alpha is flowing, you can't generate a thought. The end result is loving bliss for those near the source. (That damn fail-safe again.)

Anyway... this succor punch is designed to temporarily divorce you from the alpha waves while you make the intent by programming the device, allowing the device to transform your intent into reality.

Theoretically, this device will also repel negativity, including nasty people. If this is the only thing it can do, my efforts were well worth it.

the heat of the moment

God help me but I love it when there's a chill in the air, especially when the house is warm. Well, not really warm, unless you consider 60 degrees F as warm.
I don't so much think that 60 degrees is toasty but since the outside temperature is in the low 20's, the difference between the two is 40 degrees. What other time of the year can you have such a difference in temperature than winter? In Summer, when it's 100 degrees F, 75 seems very cool, and that's only a 25 degree difference. It gets pretty uncomfortable when you have a 50 degree difference in temperature... unless it's Winter, where you can easily handle going from a -20 degree environment to a 75 degree indoor temp and feel that AHH! as you take your coat off.

I should point out that I'm heating the house with wood, which gives off a completely different feel of heat that no other source could. It's not just the hint of burning carbon permeating the air but an indescribable feeling of comfort... like being wrapped in a warm blanket with a much loved friend, and the hot showers this wood heat provides is absolutely luxurious. The water itself takes on different characteristics. It seems softer and more alive than the regular oil heated water and it takes bathing to a new level.

Water's water, you say? Well, I'm prepared to back my statements up with a free shower to anyone who stops by, and if you ask nicely, I might even light some candles and turn on some soft music to amplify your hygienic experience.

For reservations, write to lofas@karmasurfer.com with GET ME WET! in the subject line for prompt consideration.

sheeple

Should I feel responsible for someone elses sheep? So what if the shepherd is a dick and gets off banging his sheep before he slaughters them? Who cares if the sheep are so conditioned to herd mentality that they'll all go to the slaughterhouse together, after they get fleeced, just because the shepherds dog tells them to? Am I supposed to feel pity for these dumb animals who can't, or won't, defend themselves from their collective doom? I mean... they're sheep! Who can reason with sheep? They just do as they're told and don't even consider the consequences. After all, the only purpose sheep have is to be slaughtered after their wool production declines. Tell a sheep the real deal and all you'll get is BAaaaaaaaaaaaaa and off they go to the meat factory. It's as if they don't care what happens to them. You can open the gate but they'll just stand there bleating like a bunch of retards with leg cramps. What's the point, you say. Let em die.

I can't say humanity means a lot to me for the very same reasons. Just because I happen to be human doesn't mean I feel responsible for all of humanity any more than someone elses sheep.

For years the sheeple have been herded about getting free haircuts and prime grass. Now it's coming close to slaughtering time and the sheeple are convinced they'll all have their grass lands, free haircuts, still waters, and cell phones forever and can't imagine life without these convieniences, let alone, what's really in store for them.

What's in store for them?

Well, if you don't know by now you're beyond redemption. I mean, the info has been out there forever and you never bothered to get away from the TV long enough to grok it.

I'll tell ya what... YOU go to the slaughter and I'll watch from a distance, ok?

I married Julie

When Julie asked me to marry her, I jumped at the chance. After all, we've been friends for many, many years and I love everyone in her family. Why shouldn't I tie the knot?



All the props were in place. Tons of food, lots of booze, family members, a cake, two rings, a best man, and a shotgun for her dad.

All that's left was a willing bride and groom and someone to tie the knot.





The best man confided in me that he was nervous as hell and didn't have a clue what he was doing. All he knew was he had the rings and at some point in the ceremony he had to do something with them. I told him not to worry and that I'll give him the signal to do something with the rings when the time comes and suggested we take a few tranquilizers to reduce the stress. We then proceeded to stiffen our drinks with more rum.


It all went off without a hitch and when it was over I got a few requests for my services in the near future.

That's Greg, the groom, next to Julie.


By the way, how do you like my new hat?

No More Bailouts!!!

I'm surprised this guy doesn't get aneurysms.

not enough to go around

It's one thing to talk about change and another to do it, so I thought I'd change my blog. I was starting to get pretty tired of the layout, anyway. The same old shades of green and that tight dialog box was making me feel hemmed in to the same old, same old. Besides, winter is on its way and all the naked tree skeletons adorning my landscape remind me that change is not only inevitable but necessary. Just as life teaches us, I'll make the fundamental change now and work on the details later and I know it'll all come together.

When I woke this morning I was struck with the answer to the root of the problems that face all of humanity. It's not that humans are evil, planet polluters hell bent on destroying themselves. The central belief that "there's not enough to go around" is the foundation stone that our economic, social, and political house of cards is based on.

There's not enough food to go around so people starve so that others can survive. This is the core belief of "not enough to go around" that modern society is based. The idea is, if there isn't enough to go around then who but the elite should have enough?

This belief system brought us eugenics, the scientific manipulation of desirable human character traits to breed a better human and lessen the burden of society to care for the institutionalized physical and mental defectives. Unfortunately, who but the elite can choose? We saw the outcome of this thought process in the Nazi death camps after WWII and softer, modern approaches such as planned parenthood. Unfortunately, eugenics doesn't work. One look at society can tell you that.

When I open up Google Earth and look at the vast amount of space this planet has in proportion the people who inhabit it, I'm amazed anyone can think there isn't enough to go around. New York, Los Angeles, Paris, Rome, London, Beijing are all just dots on a landscape that's mostly human-free. All over the globe there are vast areas capable of supplying enough food to satisfy everyone with enough space to provide every man, woman and child with more than enough land to do with as they pleased.

So why is this antiquated concept of not enough to go around the main focus of our existence? Simple. The elite like it this way. The elite own the land and they want everything above and below it for themselves. By creating scarcity they can manipulate society any way they want from starting endless wars to establishing concentration camps to allowing continents to starve just so they can have a little more. This will continue until they have everything and everyone else has nothing, and the people who helped them achieve this goal (you and me) will have outlived our usefulness.

BTW how do you like the blog change?

changing things

I was wondering... Suppose you had the ability to change anything you wanted. There are a few catches but for the most part, anything you want will be granted. What are these catches? Well, maybe you'll get what you ask for but there might be conditions. Say, you might want lots of money. Money isn't anything but an abstraction so that wish is neutralized. Or you might want a beautiful babe that looks like Barbi only she comes with an ugly mother who hates you. You get the picture... for every action there's an opposite and equal reaction and you have to settle for whatever the outcome might be.

Would you set some conditions for intent? Like a Barbi babe without an ugly mother? She might come with other members of her family or close friends that move in who will be equally unattractive. How about a Barbi babe without any family or friends? Well, you might end up with a stunning package of beauty and psychosis who keeps a knife under her pillow. Ok, how about a beautiful Barbi babe without negative baggage from past relationships or family, who isn't psychotic, who happens to be filthy rich to offset any possible negative conditions you might have overlooked? Hmmmm.... She didn't get filthy rich by giving her money away. You might end up the houseboy/gardener with a room close to the kitchen to make her tea every morning at 6am. You get the picture. For every wish that you would be granted comes a possibility that the conditions that come with it could easily neutralize the intent, or possibly make things worse.

Ok, so babes and bucks are out of this equation. I suppose you could ask for a car or a better job or a drink without any major problems other than getting a gas guzzler to drive to your new job 100 miles from home.

Perhaps the best intent is to want something for someone else, freeing you from the ravages of wish blowback.

The reason I'm asking is because I have the power to get whatever I want and I'm not sure if I should ask for something really great like world peace, or something so so like a free cup of coffee.

Maybe I'll just get a new hat. What blowback can come from that?

Putin on the Ritz

Change and Hope

Just as we all knew would happen, Barack Hussein Obama was elected the 44th president of the United States. Hope and Change were his campaign buzz words and it was the main drive for voters to get him in and the Bushites out. For that, I'm eternally grateful, as is the rest of the world. Let's face it. GW Bush was the worst president we've ever had and his administration caused such harm to this nation that we may never completely recover.

That said, maybe Obama can reverse some of the damage the Bush administration inflicted upon us, like restoring habeus corpus and repealing the Patriot Act, for a couple of examples. No one can say due process of law is a bad idea and Obama can bring this back with a simple stroke of the pen. As it stands now, any one of us can be arrested, imprisoned indefinately, sent to another country to be tortured, all without charges, much less, a call to your lawyer. It's not only our rights as American citizens to demand of our accusers the burden of proof as to why we're being arrested but it's basic human rights in a civilized world, and the rest of the world is watching us. Bet the farm on that.

I should point out that since Obama won the presidency I'll back him 100%, but I'll also be keeping an eye on how he's doing things, as will the rest of the people who understand what "business as usual" means.

If Barack Obama is the agent of change and hope, as his campaign drilled into the American psyche for so long, let him put his high sounding words into action. I expect Obama to restore Habeus corpus his first day in office. Otherwise, he can expect a reason to not restore it because 300 million people will realize "change and hope" for Obama means business as usual, and a goodly amount of them will visit him at his new digs with a rope.

The Henry Rollins Show - The Corruption of Election 2008

so, who ya gonna vote for this time?

So, who ya gonna vote for? A Communist illegal alien raised by a Communist sex pervert or a POW traitor who is a Soviet front man?

Wow! Is this the best we can muster from a country of 300 million citizens?

Uh.......YEAH! This is the cream of the crop. One of these two ass clowns will be president and there aint nuthin you can do about it. If I was a gamblin man, I'd bet the farm that Obama will win. Why? Because Obama is related to GW Bush and Bush is related to the Queen of England. In this country, you can't be president unless you have the queens bloodline and it looks like Obama got that from his great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother. Why bother to vote? You know he's going to win. The fix is in.

It's not about policies or campaign promises. Everyone who runs for political office, especially the presidency, is a natural born liar. It's in their psychopathic bloodline. Case in point is GW Bush. 11 days after he took office for the first time the only thing on the table was how to get a war started with Iraq. 9/11 was just a reason to invade, and it worked out quite well. The propaganda machines worked overtime spinning WMDs and the Bin Laden connections. What TV didn't tell you, what the controlled media didn't mention, was Hussein considered Bin Laden an enemy. Yeah, no shit. You didn't know this stuff? Seems there's a lot we don't know.

Wanna know something else? In 1970, Zbigniew Brzezinski wrote a book entitled Between Two Ages: America's Role in the Technetronic Era (New York, Viking Press). Zbig dedicates the book to Ian, Mark and Mika, his kids. In this book Zbig makes it perfectly clear that Marxism is the answer and unbridled nationalism is the enemy. Among other Marxist rantings, he thinks Stalin was right in his purges and mass murders. The more you dig, the more you realize Zbigniew Brzezinski is a life long Marxist who believes the only difference between he and Stalin is that he thinks he can do a better job on a world-wide scale.

Enter David Rockefeller. In 2002, Random House, in New York, published his Memoirs. Remember, this is not someone accusing him of something. This is David Rockefeller himself talking on page 405:

For more than a century, ideological extremists at either end of the political spectrum have seized upon well-publicized incidents to attack the Rockefeller family for the inordinate influence they claim we wield over American political and economic institutions. Some even believe we are part of a secret cabal working against the best interests of the United States, characterizing my family and me as "internationalists" and of conspiring with others around the world to build a more integrated global political and economic structure - one world, if you will. If that's the charge, I stand guilty, and I am proud of it.

Because of Rockefeller's love of totalitarianism and Brzezinski's love of Marxism they were a perfect match. Rockefeller made Brzezinski his prime minister while Rocky secretly ran the country. They formed the Trilateral Commission, which is the foreign ministry of the Council on Foreign Relations, a preeminent founder of which was Marxist Edward M. House, and worked tirelessly to form a world government. The problem is, you can't have a world government and allow a free country like the United States. America must go.

In 1976 they made Jimmy Carter president, who almost ran this country into the ground. Zbig was Jimmy's National Security Adviser. In 2000 Zbig became foreign policy adviser to Senator John McCain.

So, what does all this have to do with the 2008 campaign?

Now, Zbig's son, Mark Brzezinski, who he dedicated his book to, is Obamas foreign policy adviser. His other son, Ian Brzezinski, is foreign policy adviser to John McCain.

Apparently, it's just a family affair. Zbigs legacy is to be genetic prime minister with Rocky as the real boss. The 2 party system is owned by these guys. They own both horses in this stable and outsiders aren't allowed in this club.

The fix is in and Obama will be the Queens new CEO.

Doesn't this just make you want to jump out of your seat and run to the polls to vote for your candidate of choice?

Wanna know what I think? Anyone who votes for either Obama or McCain is a worthless, landless, stupid, slack-jawed, peasant slave and you deserve what you get... NOTHING!

Devastation - Halloween Smashing Pumpkin

pumpkin pie zen

last night, I made my first pumpkin pie from scratch. Really! I started out with a Jack O Lantern pumpkin because that's what I had to start with. I scooped out the seeds and strings, carved it up, and cooked it on the stove to loosen up the pulp. The pureed goop was a bit watery so I lined a colander with paper towels and let that stuff drain while I made the pie shell. I mixed and made the pie shell in the pie tin, which I used a 50/50 mixture of olive oil and butter, only because I ran out of olive oil, and baked it for about 15 minutes.

Of course, I had to modify the filling recipe because I wasn't using a regular pie pumpkin but a large Jack O Lantern type pumpkin, which tends to have more water and is less sweet, so I added an extra egg and cut back on the evaporated milk and added a touch more sugar. I also made it a point to use only raw sugar and sea salt rather than the refined crap. The result is the best damn pumpkin pie I ever had. Not a bit of watery fluid on the bottom and the consistency of the filling was pretty damn good, considering I only used a whisk instead of a mixer. And the crust? Absolutely superb. It maintained it's flaky consistency and refused to get wet and sloppy, like every other store bought pie I've had, while imparting a semi-neutral flavor that only complimented the filling.

I suppose it would have been much easier to buy a can of pumpkin stuff, add the spices, and dump it all in a pre-made crust but that wasn't my intention. If I wanted to do it the easiest way possible I'd just buy the damn pie from a place that makes them by the hundreds, but this was supposed to be a zen exercise, not an attempt to acquire a pie.

This reminds me of something a boat builder once told me. He said, there are two reasons why someone would build a boat. One, because he needs a boat, and in that case, just buy a boat. And two, the joy of building a boat, in which case it doesn't matter if he ever finishes building it because he's building a boat for the joy of doing it.

I'm in the latter category. I didn't build a pie for profit, or to win a prize at the county fair, or because I was hungry. I made it because I wanted to.

If we all did our mundane chores with joy would life taste better?

orgone field generator experiment #1

here comes the amero!

The Real Obama - October '08 McCain Debate

The growing Earth

winter forcast '08

While walking through the meadow looking for firewood, I happened to see this years hornets nest, nestled in a wild rose bush about 4' above the ground. You may recall last October 4th I found a hornets nest 9' above the ground and the year before that the nests were in the attic eves.

I learned a long time ago that the distance from the ground the hornets choose to build their nest is directly related to the amount of snowfall for the winter season.

Some of you may remember the snow storm of February '07 when most of the highways around here came to a stop, leaving travelers in their cars until they ran out of gas, as predicted accurately October '06 when I saw the hornets nests in the attic eves.

Last year, when the nest was nine feet up a spruce tree, we had a rather mild winter. Not much snow and the temp never made it to single digits for very long.

This years hornets nest promises even less snowfall and a rather mild season. Or at least as mild as winter can get around here.

I wonder if the size of the nest means anything?

owl driving

We all do dumb stuff on the highway from time to time, like doing 55 in a 65 zone or playing "hogs of the road" during rush hour. It's not like we do this all the time. We just act a fool on occasion to express our personal freedoms and driving individuality. After all, there are no highway "laws." I prefer to call them guidelines. Like the guideline that says if the speed limit is 65 and everyone else is going like a bat out of hell, you're a hazard if you don't match everyone elses speed. This is just common sense. I mean, if you can't keep up with the traffic then get off the highway, or at least stay in the granny lane. We all know this.

Except for drivers with an owl on the license plate!
I've noticed the annoying driving habits of these people with owls on the tags for the better part of a year now and all I can say is these people seriously lack the testosterone for normal driving in the 21st century. It's gotten to the point where I can see some jackass a half mile up the road, driving so safely, like he's hauling a pickup truck full of unsecured babies, that he's driving everyone to the point of road rage just being within sight of this fool.

When I get close enough to see this car at a dead stop, 5 car lengths behind the guy in front of him at a red light, I know, sure as the pope wears a funny hat, this asshole has an owl on his license plate.

These are the drivers who go off the beaten path and drive on the part of the road that's under construction instead of the lane with the rest of the cars. Cones? What cones?
These are the same drivers who come to a complete stop to make a right turn and who sit through 3 red lights to make a left turn because it's not safe to go past the crosswalk.

I'm not sure if it's this type of person that gravitates to owl tags or if the owl tags on a car makes assholes out of people through osmosis. Perhaps the person that is so hell bent on saving wildlife that they throw caution to the wind and get a license plate that reflects their single-minded fixation, who gets all their nutrients from a vegan diet because they won't eat anything with a face and lacks the testosterone from that diet to do anything other than playing it safe to the point of making drivers, like me, want to rear end them into the nearest culvert, believes they are an endangered species themselves.

It appears their ultra-safe habits of driving under the speed limit, with anywhere from 5 car lengths to as much as a mile of space in front of them, is their only defense and their greatest offense. Other drivers risk life and limb to get as far away from these owl drivers as possible by passing them on the right and double yellow lines to avoid staring at the owl on their ass. It's as if seeing the owl triggers a testosterone release in other drivers, forcing them to take greater risks and possibly decreasing their numbers, thus insuring owl survival.

I wonder what makes people with owls on their license plates tick? Is it just their driving that's fucked up or is it something deeper? Does the owl influence their non-driving life as well? What are their lives like? What kind of furniture do they have? What do they talk about when they sit in their living rooms after a sumptuous dinner of faceless vegan fare? What values do they teach their children besides bad driving? What do they do for fun? Do they wear seat belts in church? Is their inability to adapt to highway conditions and other drivers symptomatic to their general inability to adapt?
Do THEY consider themselves an endangered species and wear the owl to identify themselves as something to be protected?

I'm going to find out.

The next time I see a car with an owl on the license plate, instead of racing around it as fast as I can, I'm going to follow it and see where it takes me, wherever that may be. I'll put an owl on my car, to avoid suspicion, and infiltrate their community. I'll adapt to their ways, and soon, they'll accept me as one of them. I intend to study the natural habitats of these creatures, their populations, their mating cycles, and yes, even their mating rituals.

I have a strong feeling I'll have a very banal experience before long.

I'll keep ya posted.

it's beginning to look a lot like christmas

What you see here is a mobius powered ring generator with 16.65Hz frequency pumping through it through an amplified signal. The wok shaped frying pan makes a good reflector, driving the energy through the three pieces on top.

The ring generator, when powered up, allows you to distinctly feel energy flow from any orgone device you place on it. Anyone can feel how the energy flows using this device, even non-sensitives, like me.

After testing a wide variety of orgonite, it seems there is a major difference between shapes and resin type.
I have a number of pieces that are identical in every way but type of resin, and the darker Bondo brand fiberglass resin seems to have much more of a punch than clear resin. It's interesting because I always gravitated towards Bondo rather than clear, even though clear looks so cool and artsy. It seems my instincts were steering me towards the better resin all along, at least for the tactical, field stuff.

Another thing is the shape. The pyramid shapes seem to send the energy straight up through the top, while the cones send the energy up and out like a V. The round orb types tend to radiate energy from all around it, and the martini glass HHGs send the energy up and out in a wider pattern than the cone. The wine glass shaped lapis HHGs radiate energy up and out the top like a dome, which makes it ideal for under the bed use.

Stacking orgonite only improves the energy flow, which is what this picture is trying to show.

The ones with a copper pipe definitely extend range, and the power seems to depend on resin type, mass, and length of pipe. I'm thinking the ideal device for power and range would have to be a cone with a long copper pipe. Of course, other parameters have to be taken into consideration like metal size, metal ratios, crystal types, coil types, pipe diameter and length, and lots and lots of various combinations.

Perhaps the basic, cylindrical, 2 gallon cloudbuster that everyone has been building isn't the best shape. I'm thinking a ten pound elongated cone of orgonite made with Bondo with a copper pipe sticking out of the top might be the ticket because it would give you the biggest bang for the buck, using the economy of design to drive the energy from the massive base to the top point, like a laser.

With this new ring generator, I now have a tool that shows the shape, concentration, and energy dispersal of every orgonite device I have and will prove to be indispensible for future designs.

Didn't I say I was going to lay off building the big stuff and concentrate on the small stuff like TBs and HHGs?

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I mean seriously... would you quit drinking!?!!

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