weather stuff

This past weekend had just about the nicest weather I could remember for Memorial Day.  Sure, it rained every night in the wee hours but the days consisted of blue skies with just enough clouds to make it interesting.  I was hoping we'd be threatened by some bad weather so I could try out the modifications I made on my PVC CB, but I guess Earth had other plans.

I worked on a few plans, myself.  One of which was a modification to my cone sky cleaner, which has been sitting idle on my front porch for the better part of a year.  It's about time for a spring tune up so I cleaned it in fresh water, dried it in the sun, and gave it a coat of shellac as a sealing agent and organic top coating.  I added some copper flashing to the bottom of the unit with the tar paper surface down.  The idea is the copper will act as a reflector to help drive the energy up through the device while the organic tar backing is grounded to earth.

One problem with this device, or any other type of device that uses pipe crystals, is keeping the water out.  You need to keep the crystals insulated and water in the pipes messes everything up.  I decided to position the insulated crystal at the top of the pipe and waterproof it with electrical tape.  Does it matter what part of the pipe the crystal is in?  Will a shorter extension cord give you more electricity?
       



I tested all my connections for continuity, hooked the mobius leads to the copper and galvanized pipes I pounded in the ground for the earth battery, and fired it up.

It's too soon to tell if my refinements made a difference but each day after I fired this up was sunnier and hotter than the day before and the only rain we had was late night downpours.

Can anyone out there complain about that?   

PVC CB pipe modification

If there's one thing we've had enough of lately it's rain and wet weather.  So, as soon as the grass was dry enough, I got out the mower and proceeded to cut the hay field that used to be my lawn.  Mowing is a relatively mindless chore and within 20 minutes my mind was drifting from one tangent to another.  One such tangent was something I read about using shellac on the outside of BX tubing to prevent orgone energy from dispersing out the sides of the tube.  This got me thinking about the first and second rules of orgone accumulators:

1.  Organic material attracts orgone energy.
2.  Metal attracts orgone energy and repells it in the opposite direction.

Reich's orgone accumulators were made up of layers of organic and inorganic materials with clean metal on the inside and organic material in the outside.  This is basic orgone stuff and the foundation of Reich's work.  Anyone involved in any kind of orgone research can argree on this.

I immediately thought of the first time I fired up the PVC CB with the field generator and felt the energy field surrounding the steel pipe.  At the time, I took it as proof it was working but now I'm wondering how much energy I'm losing through the sides of the pipe compared to the orgone blast out the business end that was powerful enough to bust up all the clouds in a ten mile radius.

I stripped down the PVC CB, cleaned all the parts, and coated the pipe with three coats of shellac and assembled it yesterday morning.  (I gave a couple coats to a 4' section of BX tubing, just in case I remember what that particular experiment was all about.)  I substituted the bottom plate for a PVC threaded plug, making the whole unit a collection of pre-assembled, modular parts that can be swapped out as easily as changing shirts.

Shellac is a pretty interesting substance.  It's not only a natural polymer and thermoplastic, but when dissolved with alcohol blended with ethanol, shellac yields a coating of superior durability and hardness, but flexible enough to coat BX tubing without cracking or chipping off.  Sounds perfect for cloudbusting purposes. 

The result is a PVC CB with a distinctive orange pipe that should direct close to 100% of it's energy out the top of the pipe, where it's supposed to go in the first place. 

Some questions... Why didn't I think of coating my pipes before now?  Why hasn't anyone else?

go back to sleep. everything is ok

I'm curious... Is there anyone out there that thinks everything is ok?  Most people I know complain but adapt, as if they have no control over anything.  Some people know things are messed up and fight hard to correct it any way they can.  Many are in denial and don't have a clue.  A special few have the power to change things for the better but lack a plan or aren't aware of the power they possess.  There are others out there, that we don't know, who are desperately trying to fix things because they see a shit storm on the horizon aimed directly at them.

I'm of the opinion this universe is the one you created.  If that's the case, I either need many years of therapy for the chaos I inflicted, or this is all someone else's doing and these perpetrators are shifting the blame on the victims.

At any rate, it seems the core of all our problems, whether it's financial, personal, spiritual, emotional, or mental, is caused by governments.  It doesn't matter that the elite few who rule the world tell the governments what to do.  The governments are the visible means of control and it's their policies that keep fucking things up for the whole planet.

Corporatism replaced our representative form of government and the evidence is everywhere.  The revolving door between government regulators and corporations is so commonplace you can't tell who is working for who.  One day you're FCC pushing through a Comcast NBC merger.  The next you're a Comcast lobbyist and no one sees a conflict of interest.

This pretty much explains everything.  If corporations can tell the government what to do, they'll rob the treasury because the only thing corporations are interested in is money.  If corporations can make more profit on war than peace, you can bet the farm we'll be in perpetual war if they have a say in it.  They'll invent reasons for war and you'll believe it because the news media is run by corporations.  When corporations make the laws, they're made to protect corporate interests to ensure corporate profits.  Does this make the concept "too big to fail" easier to understand?

I know a guy who thinks capitalism is God's gift to America and anyone who wants it can be in the billionaires club and GW Bush did everything the right way.  I used to wonder why he chose to labor in a factory instead of being a billionaire.  I also wondered why he voted for Reagan.

I wonder if he thinks everything is still ok.
 

obama is bipolar

riddles

Tuesday morning I heard the radio weatherman forecast the next two days as nice and it got my attention.  No mention of highs or lows.  Not a word about chances of this or that.  No percentages or highs in the low to mid whatever temperature range.  "The weather for the next two days will be nice."  Period.  End of report.

Nice weather is the optimum temperature, humidity, and air circulation humans regard as their only reward for putting up with the frozen winters and sweltering summers of a temperate climate.  A nice day means there's no pressure, no schedules, no rushing off to do preplanned activities, and no one can blame you for blowing off a day of work.  As opposed to the beautiful day, full of preplanned activities with a secondary objective as a day to remember, a nice day is an impromptu surprise with no future or past to get in the way of your blissful now state.

A perfect day to mow half a lawn, stack a few logs, look at the garden, and make orgonite.

 What you see to the left is an inner core made of powdered aluminum, ferrous oxide and resin, containing a 60' mobius coil.  The copper tube around it is a modified Lakhovsky coil, filled with water and a few crystals, and sealed at both ends.

Lakhovsky experimented with this coil design in 1924 on ten geranium plants inoculated with a plant cancer.  He took one of the ten infected plants and simply fashioned a heavy copper wire in a one loop, open-ended coil about 12" diameter around the center of the plant.  By two months the plant was thriving and after three years it remained a robust specimen.  The other plants, without the coil, died within 30 days.

It's this Lakhovsky gap concept that makes the PVC CB, with a simple cone HHG and field generator, out perform units with ten times as much mass.  It's worth a shot to add an internal coil to this unit and see what happens.  Considering orgonite and water have this symbiotic relationship, it's a no-brainer to include water.

The result is a unit with roughly the same mass as Jupiter 2 with an inner core 30% larger.  And just like Jupiter 2, it takes a minute or two to feel anything after you fire it up, but when you do, the energy can be felt across the room with no degradation.  This is one powerful succor and it's only two thirds completed.

What's that white stuff, you say?  That's the enamel from the angel-food cake pan I used for the mold.  I got in the habit of using olive oil to keep the resin from sticking to the mold when casting smaller pieces, but these larger ones need more than a light coat.  Casting torus shaped units of this size will compress around the center and when they cure you'll need a really good release agent or you'll be tearing the mold off with a hammer and chisel. 

Mental note...  Vaseline works.

I haven't decided if I should clean off the white stuff or take it as a positive adjustment by the Universe to correct a detail I missed.  It's altogether possible bake ware enamel has chemical and physical properties that would benefit the function of this piece, at this stage of construction.

Did the Universe think I needed help with my homework or was I using cheap Chinese bake ware?
What do you think?   
 

obama bin laden

Last Wednesday morning I caught Obama on TV with his birth certificate and how he wished to put an end to the silliness and get on with more important issues.  A few thoughts went through my mind as I caught a glimpse of the elusive long form birth certificate the prez fought so hard to suppress since the campaign trail.

Why would Obama release a birth certificate he spent close to a million dollars to keep secret?  Even more interesting, why would he spend close to a million dollars to hide the single most important document that identifies who he is, only to get on TV half way through his term to show it to the world?  Does this guy really feel the simple qualifications to be leader of the free world is silly?  What little respect I had for this guy just dropped a few points and I had the feeling he didn't know what he was doing.  He looked like an eighteen year old trying to pass a fake id to a bartender for drinks.

There was something familiar about this that looked like a third reel movie plot twist, just before the big car chase and pyrotechnics.  The media reported the BC as the real deal, experts examined it and proved it as fake, and the question of BO's birth certificate came to an end when the royal wedding filled the news media for a few days, just in time for the main event....  The death of The Boogie Man, himself... drum roll please....Osama bin Ladin!

No one tells the royals what to do so it stands to reason the timing of these events were designed to defuse the birth certificate fiasco and jack up Obama's approval rating for his run for a second term.  This is live political theater at it's choreographed best, and just like live TV, there are lots of outtakes the mainstream media will clean up later.  They can easily do it because sheeple believe everything they see on TV and don't remember the news when it first comes out.  It's the first reports you need to pay attention to.  This is the raw information from the original script before they edit the bloopers.

Let's see...  SEAL Team 6 gave Osama a double tap head shot, took some pictures, and his body was dumped in the ocean to prevent his grave-site becoming a shrine.  Of course, they HAD to bury his body that day so they wouldn't offend any Muslims.

Hasn't bin Laden been dead since December 2001?  This is common knowledge in Washington and an accepted fact in the Middle East but it seems a lot of Americans aren't up on current events, as evidenced by the coast to coast cheers of the brain dead rabble over the assassination of a resurrected boogieman.     

Bin Laden's voice was detected regularly until [14 December 2001] by intelligence operatives monitoring radio transmissions in Tora Bora, according to the Pentagon [details]. Since then, nothing has been heard from the al-Qa'eda leader and President Bush has hinted in private that bin Laden's silence could mean he has been killed. [Telegraph, 12/28/2001]

Ok, since bin Laden is now officially dead, I guess we can all relax.  Maybe restore habeas corpus, bring the troops back from Iraq and Afghanistan, and get on airplanes without TSA sticking their hands down our pants.  Yeah, dream on.  Osama's buddies are planning a little payback for killing their leader and they have nuclear weapons buried all over the US, ready to detonate them at a time of their own choosing.  We all know this as fact because the TV said so.  The media also told us torture, or "enhanced interrogation", got us the information that finally led us to bin Laden's posh resort in Pakistan, surrounded by the Paki version of West Point. 
Think about this... torture is now sanctioned as a reliable method of gathering information because we proved it's reliability in finding the guy that created terrorism and wrecked our economy.  The same guy we had on ice for ten years, to pull out of the boogieman closet and shake in our faces for one last scare, to usher in a coup de grace to the last remnants of freedoms we're about to lose.

When I saw all those people cheering in front of the White House over the death of a human being, I was ashamed of humanity's lack of spiritual evolution.  But then, it was staged by this administration, with the usual cast of extras and displayed by the mainstream media lapdogs, to show how to properly react when a pseudo president murders the bad guy in proxy.

Can't you see you're being played?  This soap opera carnival theater is a setup designed to lead you to a place you don't want to go.  This is much more than a president's plan to seek a second term.  He's following a script written by people who know how to manipulate the masses towards a goal that only they want.  And sure as shit, you won't like it when it gets here.     

Well, I don't buy it and if you do you're fuckin hopeless.

Please, wake up or stop voting.  You're just making a mess of things.



   

end game

I was twelve years old when my father got me interested in chess.  About three times a week he would bring out the chess board and we'd play a few games at the dining room table.  I knew how to play the game but he knew how to play it better and kicked my ass every time.  Chess is a game of tactics and strategy that involves maneuvering your pieces in a long range strategy while concentrating on immediate maneuvers of attack and defense.  My opening and middlegame abilities were slightly less than my father's but it was my weak endgame that always did me in.

I knew it was a learning experience and the only way to improve your game is by playing someone better than you, but I was getting tired of losing.  I decided to do something about it.

The next day I had a talk with one of the guys in the chess club and told him I needed something to beat an experienced player.  We set up the board, discussed tactics and he showed me a strategy for a six move checkmate.
That night I challenged my father to a game and he promptly accepted.  Let's bet on it, I said.  Twenty bucks.  He smiled and said, "ok"  We set up the board, did the opening and middlegame, and got my ass kicked, as usual, in the final round.  Acting like a sore loser, I demanded a rematch and double the bet.  "If that's what you want," he said.  I guess he figured it was good for my character to pay him 40 bucks so he smiled and we set up the board again.  This time, I did my opening and put him in checkmate in six moves.  I was counting my money while he studied the board in shock and disbelief that his twelve year old son not only clobbered him in six moves but hustled him like Paul Newman.

I see the same scenario in the Middle East.  It's not a chance occurrence all these Middle Eastern countries are in a state of revolution.  This isn't the beaten down masses rising together to bring down the dictator du jour.  Clearly, this is an endgame move culminating from strategy made years ago by people who know how to play the game.  It all sounds like a universal cry for freedom but that's part of the strategy.  A revolution can't succeed without lots of support and if the dictator doesn't step down quick enough, the support comes from another country in the form of no fly zones, drone aircraft and military intervention.  Just ask Kadaffi or Gaddafi or Qaddafi or whatever his name is.

I should point out that I'm only a fair chess player and my victory required advice from someone well versed in that area.

Obama isn't a chess player but his Middle East gamesmanship has Zbigniew Brzezinski's finger prints all over it.

The difference is my adviser didn't use me as a facilitator in his chess game of world control.

I wonder what country will enforce no-fly rules over the USA when the revolution takes to the streets.


 

easter lawn trike

hindsight is always 20/20

I've been thinking about this design for a while but just wasn't motivated to make it until yesterday.  Maybe it was the warm sunshine that woke me from my dormancy.  Or maybe the gestation period for this idea had to be reached before I gave birth to it.  Perhaps it was a little of both.

The construction is a basic HHG with density gradations, only this one has a core of very high density orgonite in a pyramid shape with a single DT crystal.  Just below the pyramid is a chunk of lapis and some hematite and below that are four DT crystals at the compass points.

Earlier, I made several pyramids with a round core of denser material that just didn't work.  Even with a powered mobius these things just wouldn't fly.  I figured the powered orb center would drive the medium orgonite and the pyramid shape would direct the energy.  Alas, these things ended up on my coffee table as a constant reminder that it's an imperfect world and failures exist.

It's the shape that directs the energy and I began thinking about encasing a pyramid core in medium density orgonite in a wine glass mold.  The wine glass shape sends the energy out the top in a fairly wide, directed field.  Perfect for putting under your bed to see how it affects your dreams and sleep patterns.  I have no idea why I was fixated on the pyramid core, or even thought about how the combination of shapes is completely opposite of the previously mentioned failure, but it paid off and this unit severely kicks ass.

As soon as I poured the second unit I could feel the distinctive tingle of energy that only the larger powered devices produced and I knew I was on the right track.  I think I can improve this design by adjusting the densities with the low density orgonite at the top to increasingly higher densities to the base.

It seems the previous pyramid failure turned into a necessary step forward.

        

to bend like the reed in the wind

Four bucks a gallon?  What is this, Europe?

What can we do about it?  Nothing.  Just ride it out and get more credit cards for gas and food.  We eat and drive too much as it is.  Maybe if we walk more and eat less our collective obesity and depression rates will drop and we can save even more money by not needing all those antidepressants to keep us artificially happy.  We might even start walking to farmers markets for locally grown produce and learn to cook instead of nuking processed, corn-fed, chemical laden crap in the microwave.

Don't expect Washington to do anything about this.  Don't plead with the oil companies.  Don't go for the belief that Canadian oil in the pipelines will lower the cost of fuel.  Not all of the oil companies get their oil from the Saudis but they all hike their prices at the same rate, at the same time.  It's a double edge sword of greed and control that's slicing us to pieces and the guys in control won't give up any of it unless they're told to do so.  The federal government, greedy bastards that they are, are already addicted to the higher taxes from fuel and food and they see this as a sure way to constantly milk the unwashed masses more each day because we have no choice.  We have to drive.  We have to eat.

I see all this as the last gasp of a dieing economic system, holding hostage the things we're lead to believe are necessary for our survival, with not enough to go around as the rationale we're all brainwashed to accept.
It goes like this... Last December gas hit $3 a gallon and we were grateful it wasn't $4.  Four months later gas hit $4 a gallon and we still fill our tanks because it's not $5 yet.  We pay two dollars for a 16oz bottle of water that makes the price of gas look like a bargain, so we go to Walmart and buy shit made in China, that we don't need, because we don't go anywhere but home and work.  That is, if you still have a job.   Just wait til they have the same control over water.

I say fuck it.  Let the prices go to twenty bucks a gallon.  It'll only bring the system to a screeching halt when a one way ticket from New York to Detroit costs $15,000 because you'll be the only one on the plane.  Grocery stores will go under if California iceberg lettuce costs $10 a head, unless they sell only locally grown food.  Walmart will be forced to cut China loose or file chapter 11.
Me?  I'll ride my donkey to the farmer's market and get my produce with tax-free cash or barter, at cost.

We should learn to emulate Winnie-the-Pooh... to focus on simply being, rather than worry about doing. It is better to bend like a reed with the currents of life, accepting and flowing with life's vicissitudes. A staunch tree that tries to stand up to the currents will break when faced with a sufficiently strong gust of wind. 


"To bend like the reed in the wind, that is the real strength" -- Taoist proverb

dance contest

hope and change

A couple years ago I suggested stockpiling enough food to keep you and yours going for nine months.  At the time, I thought nine months was a long stretch but after reading how Europe wants their people to stop consuming milk and vegetables because of the radiation entering their food chain, I guess nine months is just about right.  It's not just Europe but the U.S. east coast has been showing some abnormal radiation readings and milk from grass fed cows are testing radioactive.  It's just a matter of time before our whole food supply is contaminated.

CRIIRAD, the French research authority on radioactivity, is now warning expectant mothers and young children to avoid drinking milk or rainwater. They should also avoid certain types of vegetables and cheese due to the dangerously high levels of radiation they may contain thanks to the radioactive fallout spreading across the globe, thanks to the Fukushima disaster in Japan last month.

On the other hand, the U.S. is having an economic meltdown and I'm hard pressed to guess which meltdown is worse.  Last Friday we avoided a government shutdown at the eleventh hour.  Yawn.....
This theater they put on is just as scripted as professional wrestling and everyone knows how it'll turn out but the unwashed masses who are convinced the major fuckups in congress are really trying to do what's right for the American people.  I have two words to say to that... Bull SHIT!  These guys are either brain dead morons or they're purposely and systematically trying to ruin this country and take everyone with them.  The law of averages say that flipping a coin will give you positive results half the time.  These guys haven't done one, single positive thing in a decade and we let these spendaholic buffoons in charge of the economy?  We may as well let an army of junkies in charge of our heroin because these guys don't know the meaning of moderation, let alone cutting back.  In the real world, these guys should all be executed for treason.

Needless to say, all this crap brought me down so I decided to do something about it so I bought a case of evaporated milk, went shopping for Geiger counters, scored a few bottles of potassium iodide, and decided to renew my carry permit.

As I walked into the sheriff's office the deputy said, "gun permit?" and handed me a clipboard with about twenty names, all of which specified gun permit as the reason.  I was number twenty one and it was only 2pm.  There was a cute blond getting her picture taken and her dad was next, followed by me.  A few minutes later another guy came in and then an elderly lady.  An interesting cross section of small town voters, all with one thing in common... We came to exercise our second amendment rights to carry a concealed weapon.

I asked the deputy if this many people applying for carry permits is common and he said, "Today it's been slow and steady."  He quickly mentioned it was pretty hectic all last week.  I figured the slow and steady day might supply less than 50 people with permits.  Hectic might mean 50 or more but a quick calculation gave me the impression there were about 250 people in any given week getting carry permits from this office alone.  Just before I left, I asked him one, last question... How do you feel about all these people legally packing as they go about their daily business?  He smiled and said, "It's great."  I don't think he meant his job was secure by processing an endless stream of paperwork but rather liked the idea that regular people were becoming proactive with a need to protect themselves, instead of letting the nanny state do it for them, after the fact.

It's reassuring to know The Oath Keepers was started by a group of sheriffs.

I left that office with a feeling of pride and optimism

   
        

don't panic

purpose

"Not only to see and find the Divine in oneself, but to see and find the Divine in all, not only to seek one's own individual liberation and perfection, but to seek the liberation and perfection of others is the complete law of the spiritual being."

-Sri Aurobindo (1872-1950)

animals

On my way down the driveway, I was compelled to slow down and look behind the large pine at the north edge of the property, to see a ringneck watching me as he calmly strolled around.  By calm, I mean Hindu cow calm and not the least bit bothered by my appearance.  As I reached for my camera, I got the impression this wasn't a chance encounter but an encounter by design.  The pheasant was there to see me and to be seen by me.

This wasn't the first time a wild animal wandered into my space displaying a complete absence of fear.  It happens quite a bit, in fact.  Six years ago, a similar pheasant spent a few weeks wandering the property and every dawn we'd hear him yelling from his perch on the rock wall behind the house.  Later that year, a coyote shacked up in the hay barn for a week with a single deer outside the entrance acting as a sentry/companion until they both left.  Last year we ran into a turkey hen in the woods who followed us through the meadow, chatting in loud turkey talk, as if she had something important to tell us.  She'd visit the back yard from time to time that summer, always alone, always making eye contact, and always trying to say something.  Then, wander off to take a dirt bath in the field or disappear in the woods.  The deer twins show up quite often and last year we watched them stroll past the front porch, munching on winter wheat and not a bit bothered that there were two humans, a dog and a cat watching them less than ten yards away.  They had whole fields to roam and munch on but chose to linger close to their ancestral predators in a complete state of ease and contentment.  The other day I saw a red tail hawk sitting along side the driveway, watching me drive past.  Eight hours later, I came back to see the same hawk in the same place along the road.  As soon as it saw me it turned and took flight in a leisurely glide as if to show me it was perfectly capable of flight and grounding itself was a matter of choice.  Most recently, a single Canada goose calmly watched me through the kitchen window as I did the dishes.  Canada geese mate for life and are constantly together but this one chose to leave her mate at the pond while she came for a visit.

Now, if it was a flock of turkeys, soaring hawks, skittish deer, or the goose family going for a stroll it wouldn't be out of the ordinary but every now and then I notice one of these creatures display behaviors that are unusual, to say the least.

Native Americans took note of animal behavior and believed various animals would appear as spirit guides to help you along your life path.  Each animal represents characteristics specific to what you need to know at that point in time, and understanding what they're trying to say is like taking an open book test.  Imagine Saint Jude appearing before you, frantically speaking in Aramaic.

Theoretically, these Earth animals that show up could quite possibly be messengers from a parallel universe, showing themselves to you in archetypes relative to the information you're looking for.
A pheasant is a hardy bird that symbolizes warning and concealment and teaches about fertility and sexuality.  It feeds on grasses and grains.  A turkey is a symbol of sacrifice and giver of life.  The hawk, primal life force, fulfilling your souls purpose, the teaching of higher expression of psychic ability and vision, the big picture.  I won't get into every archetype but you get the picture.  It's like learning math from a math teacher instead of someone skilled in history. 


So, what did I learn from all this?  Maybe the hawk implied I don't have to stay in the clouds and I should ground myself from time to time.  The turkey might be saying I should give a little more of myself.  The pheasant might be suggesting I focus more on my love life and eat more grains.  As for the deer and coyote... It seems the barnyard theater of predator/prey non-compliance they performed pointed out how even natural enemies could not only coexist but trust each other to the point where the deer protected the coyote, keeping it safe until it was able to leave. 

I'm aware many people don't get any of this and think I might be stretching the bounds of reality by implying various woodland creatures are delivering personal messages from a parallel universe.  If that's the way you really feel, let me remind you 2012 is right around the corner, accompanied by some heavy changes, and if ya don't wake up and get with the program, you'll be ill equipped coping with the new reality you were born to be part of.

Like it or not, we're all in this together.  Only stupid people fight in a burning house.


Can ya dig it?


 



          

sometimes less is more

Imagine losing everything.  Not just your car keys but your car, your home, your job, your phone, your wardrobe, your bank account, your ipod, and everything else that defines you as the person you believe you are.  Can you imagine experiencing total loss?

Most people on this planet don't have to imagine total loss.  Ownership of a few meager possessions has been the norm for the vast majority of humans, and the occasional loss of those possessions is an accepted part of their life cycle.  Gain a little, lose a little, life goes on just as it has for countless generations of humans.

Of course, you can't miss what you never had.  The more you possess, the more you stand to lose, and the more terrifying the concept of total loss can be.  Simply put, the things you own end up owning you.

If you want to control the masses, give them more to possess, make them believe they can't live without them, and take them away if they get out of line.  It's the carrot and stick on a larger scale.

This system of control has been around for a long time and it's so embedded in our collective conscientiousness that life without constant amusement is unthinkable.  Food, clothing and shelter have been effectively augmented with TV, ipods, cell phones, climate control, and rapid transportation as requirements of modern life that can be taken away by the very system you bought them from.

Our fear of losing our stuff is the primary reason we do what we do.  We work jobs we don't like and buy things we don't need to fill up our larger-than-we-need houses, that we'll never own, in a feeble attempt to convince ourselves that spending our hard earned paychecks on buying and protecting all this worthless crap is the true path to happiness.

As I said, the more you have, the more terrifying it is to lose it.  Now, who has more to lose than the top 2% who rely on this system for their own personal survival?  They invented this system so that you can spend your life working very hard to provide them with possessions like power, control, and world ownership.  They've been doing it for so long they can't imagine not having complete control over the whole planet and everything on it.  Wouldn't their loss be more profound to them than your car being repossessed or your home going into foreclosure?  You bet it is and it scares them shitless that people are finally waking up to what they've been up to all this time.  They're protecting their assets the only way they know how.  By tightening control, replacing leaders of foreign countries with their own puppets, the systematic destruction of healthy economies to secure natural resources, coercing governments to make and enforce ridicules rules that enrich a few and cause misery for the many, creating opposition and hatred between ethnic, cultural, religious, and social groups through mass media as a smokescreen to hide their true agenda, not to mention countless wars and millions of lives lost and ruined.   


Here's a thought... What goes around, comes around.  The laws of karma dictate that all debts are paid and all wrongs are righted and there's a heavy karmic debt that needs to be rectified before we advance as a species.

I don't know about you but that makes me feel pretty good.     

relationships

I was talking with a female friend of mine about how language isn't the best form of communication because we all perceive words differently, even if the general meaning of specific words are known.  For example, the word "chains" could mean tire chains to European Americans while African Americans might picture slave chains, and it's the emotional reaction to some words that can lead to misunderstanding.  The same misunderstandings through cultural differences are also present in gender differences.

No way, she says. Boys and girls brought up in the same culture will have the same definition of a word because they learned it the same way.

Ok, says I.  What comes to mind when you think of the word relationship?
After some thought, she said:  "The relationship between a man and woman or friend or a special person you care for.  Your lover.  The one you are attracted to that makes you feel so good to be with you can't live without them.  Family, your relatives, anyone you're related to by blood."

I said, what about how things relate to other things?  The relationship of subatomic particles in a constant state of attraction/repulsion that keeps them together but always at a distance?   Or the attraction relationship between the Earth and Moon with gravitational forces strong enough to change weather, alter oceans, and make people crazy, with just enough repulsion, in the form of inertia, to keep them from crashing into each other.  If relationships were attraction without resistance we'd all be part of the Suns mass speeding toward the center of the universe in a reverse big bang.

Then it dawned on me... Attraction alone is only half a relationship.  Attraction without balanced repulsion can only result in crash and burn.

Does YOUR lover repulse you? 
Or would you rather have the big bang?   
 

are christians mad or do they just look that way?

A friend of mine once suggested I find a good church to set me straight.  I asked what kind and she said hers was great and had the areas wealthiest and most successful businessmen as members.  I asked if this church also had a lot of hot babes, to which her response was, NO!  I then said, if you can go to a church filled with wealthy businessmen, I want to go to a church full of hot babes.  It's only fair.

She never brought the subject up again.   

orgonite discoids

What you see here is four orgonite discoids in various stages of completion.  Just like anything else, practice makes perfect, and I've been practicing with this design for a about two weeks.  The front two are the latest versions and are significantly superior to the prototype.  The original was based on cascading densities of orgonite with a center orb consisting of micron sized particles of iron oxide and aluminum with a vertical DT crystal surrounded by medium density orgonite in a discoid shape.

One improvement is the substitution of pulverized quartz crystal in the center orb instead of a single crystal.  The logic is more crystal surface area to compensate the larger surface area of the powdered metals and an even distribution through the dense resin matrix.  I also added more metal to the medium density orgonite to passively stimulate the inner orb.  The extremely high density orgonite won't work without some kind of stimulation, while medium density orgonite will easily transmute DOR into POR in a passive mode. 

The pleasing shape is a surprise benefit.  As noted earlier, you can't leave it alone.  Picking it up and rolling it around in your hands is an automatic response.  You can't simply hold it.  You're compelled to feel its surface, roll it in your hand, and constantly change it's position while your fingers and palm explore its edgeless form.

I'm inclined to think it's the movement that gives this unit the extra push to make it work to it's full potential and this energy is absorbed through your hand, triggering a mild endorphin release.

This definitely needs more research.

I'll keep ya posted.

 

what can I do?

I gather a lot of information from a number of sources, mostly pertaining to our current situation, what got us here, and how to make this reality better than what it appears to be.  History can be a great tool to understand why things are the way they are, which explains why the powers that be eliminated the classics from our education system years ago.  History always repeats itself and knowledge about how people in the past defeated their oppressors is information the slave class doesn't need to know.  It's a control thing.

Sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off being dumb, illiterate, and sedated, like the majority of my citizen brethren. 

I don't want to go through a detailed list of what's wrong with our world today.  Everyone knows what's wrong.  Our food isn't fit to eat, our water isn't fit to drink, our air isn't fit to breath, and we're forced into a doomed petroleum system that requires constant wars and toppling governments to install new puppet dictators to replace yesterdays puppet dictators to keep the oil flowing.  On top of all this, our elected representatives, against the vast majority of their constituents wishes, hand over the treasury to the richest corporations in the world in an economic coup d'état. 

As if that's not enough, our asshole president and his trillion dollar stimulus package did nothing but decrease the value of American currency so we can all look forward to paying $5.00 for a gallon of gas this summer with no increase in pay.  That is, if you have a job in the private sector.  In reality, the only jobs the stimulus package would truly “create” — as opposed to help “save” — would be 600,000 new jobs for bureaucrats.  Past stimulus plans have usually failed to do much to revive the economy, despite their enormous cost.  Japan tried it in the '80's, the "lost decade," building virtually unused bridges and airports located in districts of powerful legislators.
And don't get me started on Homeland Security, the Patriot Act, or NAFTA.

If our elected representatives performed this well in the private sector they'd all be on welfare.

I've come to realize a few truths:
Democracy in this country never existed. 
Our republic is in name only.
Both the White house and congress have a consistent track record of doing the exact opposite of what the American people want them to do.
Both the White house and congress have a consistent track record of making things worse than if they did nothing at all.

It stands to reason, both the asshole in the White house and our asshole representatives are either working for someone else, who is coercing them to constantly and continually pass laws that serve no other purpose than to destroy the constitution they swore to uphold and usher in a socialist state, or Washington is run by a bunch of totally retarded psychopaths who get off by causing misery for everyone while filling their bank accounts.   
 
Did I leave anything out?  If the answer is "no," you're not paying attention.  You can either go back to sleep and think everything is fine or do something about it.

"But what can I do?  I'm just one person and the government is so big."

I'll tell ya what you can do.  Get an envelope and stuff it with monopoly money or I.O.U.s and address it to

The President
The White House
Washington, DC

and drop it in the nearest mailbox and feel good about doing something patriotic besides piss and moan about how no one's doing anything.  If you want to be anonymous, use someone elses return address.  Use a reverse lookup in the white pages.

Don't forget the stamp.  The Post Office is going broke, too.

That will at least put some newly hired bureaucrats to work opening up all that mail.

obama wants higher gas prices

Erick Erickson of Human Events says the recent rise of gas prices is a political, not an economic, calculation.

Gas prices continue to go up.  When George W. Bush was President of the United States, Democrats constantly demanded he open the Strategic Petroleum Reserve to help lower prices.  Some even wanted a temporary suspension of the gas tax.  With Obama?  Crickets.

Why the hypocrisy?  It is very simple to understand. 

The left knew that George W. Bush was not a fan of their green agenda.  The green agenda consists of coal powered cars, urban living, and punitive measures to stop that mythical force known as global warming . . . or climate change depending on what day it is.

Barack Obama buys the agenda hook, line, and sinker.

The left could use gas prices as a political wedge issue against George W. Bush because they knew he did not actually want higher gas prices.  Barack Obama, on the other hand, wants higher gas prices.   His Energy Secretary, Steven Chu, wants the same.  Chu is on record saying, “Somehow we have to figure out how to boost the price of gasoline to the levels in Europe.”  Therefore, gas prices will go up and the left will silently cheer the economic disaster befalling us.

There are two reasons gas prices must go up.  The first is to get people into coal powered cars.  Coal powered cars can only be driven around 40 miles before they must be plugged back into the grid for more coal power.  If everyone moves to coal powered cars, the drivers will be forced to live closer to cities.

Living closer to cities will increase urban density and decrease the supposedly anti-environmental impact of strip mall exurban utopias.  In the liberal reorganization of society, only farmers should live in rural areas.

Once urban density is increased to European levels, then Barack Obama and the left can finally make a viable case for high-speed rail.  There are, after all, two things high-speed rail supporters admit they need for viability: (1) high urban density and (2) high gas prices.  Hmmm . . .

See, it is not a conspiracy on Barack Obama’s part.  There is no secret.  This President and those he surrounds himself with actively want high gas prices.  They either do not care or are oblivious to the fact that high gas prices will wreak further havoc on the economy.

They look at Europe with its high gas prices and high-speed trains and they see nirvana.  They willfully ignore the high rate of unemployment among the young, bankrupted social welfare programs, and growing immigrant slums. 

These people are not fools. They want a world where we all live in big cities and use the sun and wind to run our lives — a return to the 14th century with 21st century hygiene. To get that to happen, gas prices must go up.

Barack Obama does not care about what is happening in the Middle East. He does not care about the cost to you to fill up your car with gas. Because the more you pay through Mid-East turmoil and inaccessible American oil deposits, the sooner his future of coal powered cars and high-speed trains can arrive.

This is an Obama created crisis he wants to make sure does not get wasted.  That you and I are forced to relive the golden age known as the Carter Administration is not his concern.

Aside from Steven Chu's quote, the rest of this article is conjecture on Erickson's part but it reminds me of something I read about shortly after 9/11, as well as a number of sci-fi movie plots.

Soylent Green was about a future society where everyone was crowded into urban centers.  Rural farm land, where food was produced, was owned by the Soylent Corporation and off limits to everyone.

Escape From New York was about Manhattan Island becoming a walled up, maximum security, roach motel, prison.

During WWII, Herman Goering had plans to turn Poland into his personal hunting preserve when all the Poles were successfully resettled to the cities.

The Trans America Highway and NAFTA is a reality signed by GW Bush, Vicente Fox, then president of Mexico, and Paul Martin, then Canada's prime minister, in Waco, Texas, in March 2005. 
The 1,200 ft wide road would include ten truck and car lanes, a high-speed railway, and oil, gas and water pipelines.  The superhighway would be so wide that critics say it would be too expensive to construct overpasses except in the cities, severing tight-knit rural communities.

A highway system with a limited number of exit and entrance ramps could effectively control the free range humans who refuse to go to their collective cattle barns.
Perhaps Erickson is on to something...

yours for only $29.99!

I passed the gas station today and saw the cost for regular jumped to $3.45 a gallon.  Sounds like it might be a good time to market these things so I got out my crystals and resin and put together something I've been thinking about for the past couple months.

It's hard to see from this pic but there's a central orb in the middle of this discoid that's comprised of powdered aluminum and powdered iron oxide in a 3:1 ratio with a vertical DT quartz crystal with 3M resin.  I chose the 3M resin for it's fast curing and high shrink rate.  It's also the only stuff I could find at Lowes at the time.

The rest of this device has aluminum and brass shavings, top and bottom.  The clear resin, not only shows its construction, but gives it that pleasing appearance that makes you want to take it home.  I have to admit, you can't just look at it.  It draws you in and before you know it, it's in your hand and you can't let go.  It must be the discoid shape that makes it so pleasing in a tactile way.  Or maybe it's because it cranks out so much positive energy it triggers an endorphin response.

What makes it work, you say?

The inner extremely high density core won't do anything unless acted on by some external force.  The medium density orgonite surrounding it is enough to stimulate the inner core to work.  An interesting effect I wasn't expecting... if you spin it on a table top and then hold it in your hand you can feel a slight vibration.  I can only assume the spinning is the outside force allowing the inner core to activate.  For a passive device, this thing rocks!

I think I can still make it better by using pulverized quartz in the inner core resin mix instead of the single DT crystal.  Adding more crystals and metal shavings to the medium density will ramp up it's ability to nudge the inner core to work without having to rely on outside stimulation.

Of course, it'll take on a much different look and might not be as pretty. I'm even willing to make custom devices based on the individual.  I figure $29.99 might be a good price for this piece and I can accept payments through paypal.

It seems business and art don't mix. 
Any business agents out there willing to work with an orgone artist?




 

I'm gonna get racial

He's from Hazleton, Pa.  Need I say more?

exxon valdez

Long story short...  My beloved '94 caravan threw a rod, permanently reducing its engine to scrap.  I had only two days to find a replacement vehicle, and Obamas cash for clunkers program all but eliminated the $200 sliders that used to be the mainstay of the American worker when his regular car took a shit.

There was a time when cars were like bic lighters.  When your car ran out of juice you could always find another before the sun set and if it lasted a month you were ahead of the curve.  Run it til it dies, pull the tags, and find another before the notary goes to bed.

Yesterday's $200 sliders have been replaced by $2,000 cars that make noises if you don't fasten your seat belts.  And you call this good for the economy?  I call it an extra squeeze of the collective bovine teat. 

I feel we lost the romance of the American car when we permanently lost our vintage autos in favor of a highway system full of shinny Japanese cars, with as much personality as a toaster, and a payment book that will last as long as the car.  At least the cash for clunker program took 90% of the Obama bumper stickers off the road.

Anyway, I found this beast, a '99 Ford Excursion, in a downtown back alley after looking at every car on Craig's list.  The very next day the price of gas jumped to $3.00 a gallon, but I was committed and decided to make the best of it, even though it was a Ford.  The Sierra Club gave it the Exxon Valdez award when it first came out because of it's horrendous gas mileage, but I have to admit, it's a damn good machine if you live in snow and ice country.  Winter conditions aren't an issue with three ranges of 4WD, overdrive, heat and A/C with front and rear controls, limousine tinted windows, 17" wheels, 5.4 L engine, and 4 tons curb weight on a heavy duty truck frame that can drive over a Toyota without scratching the bumper.  In this month alone it's got my ass out of jams by driving through stuff that my Jeep couldn't handle.  The only thing that irritates me, besides the gas mileage, is the four catalytic converters and four O2 sensors.  I mean, WTF is all that about?  I'll tell ya what it's about.  The only reason the two rear O2 sensors exist is to make sure you have all four cats operational so you can buy four times as many parts to keep it running.  Maybe that's why Ford is the only big American car company that didn't need a bailout. 

Ya know....  I'd give up every whistle and bell on any of these shinny pieces of high tech crap for my '68 Dodge 318 sportsman van that got 22mpg in town with NO catalytic converters, computers, or O2 sensors. But vintage cars are now as scarce as honest Washington politicians.

Thanks Barry O.

2 out of 3 aint that bad... or is it?

There's talk about dropping cursive writing from the elementary curriculum.  Reasons are people don't use it anymore.  It takes too long to learn.  It's difficult to learn.  Adults use block writing so cursive is a waste of time.  Why use cursive when you can type it, change the font and use spell check?

Maybe adults have a hard time learning new tricks but eight year olds have a learning capacity that's off the charts.  At six, a kid will rapidly absorb everything he comes in contact with as a foundation for everything he'll learn for the rest of his life.  Social skills, languages, mathematics, art, reading, communication, coloring within the lines, spacial relationships, and personality.  As anyone that's been around kids can tell you, kids are learning sponges.  There's nothing they can't absorb and they do it faster and easier than the smartest adult.  Why drop a subject that any kid can learn in a few weeks?  


Is it the inability of the student to learn or the inability of the teacher to teach?

Cursive writing isn't simply a subject that becomes less important as we approach adulthood.  It's not a dead art that's been replaced by computer keyboards.  It's much more important than that.  
It's the last crucial step in basic learning that employs a highly complex neurodevelopmental process, which involves multiple brain mechanisms.  A simultaneous integration of memory, language, motor skill and higher cognition employing various degrees of motor coordination that requires balancing, flexing, and contracting movements as well as simultaneously stimulating some muscle groups while inhibiting other muscle groups.
In order to self-monitor writing output, visual, automatic motor memory, and revisualization feedback mechanisms must be engaged.

The idea that a nine year old can learn to do that in a few weeks boggles the mind.  It REALLY blows my mind that the adults in charge of elementary school education would think it's a good idea to drop this from the curriculum in favor of something they feel is more important.

What's more important than developing a signature or reading script from the past?


The people in charge of our present educational system haven't been making the smartest decisions lately.  Ebonics was a joke.  New math was like new Coke.  There, their, and they're are now acceptably interchangeable.  I suppose to some of the dumb asses making the rules, dropping writing from the standard three R's of the educational system makes sense.


It looks like cognitive thinking isn't required anymore.... at least where learning is concerned.
 

your mind is drivng you crazy

buy the ticket, take the ride

When I was younger, everyone I knew loved the scary rides at the amusement parks.  The scariest ride was always the roller coaster.  You could hear the sounds of accelerating steel wheels immediately followed by the death screams of scared shitless passengers echoing through every part of the amusement park, beckoning the fearless and fearless wannabe's to come face to face with their own mortality.

You really like this girl and you want to impress her so double dating with another couple at an amusement park sounded like a good idea.  You could ride some rides, hold hands as you walk around, and comment on all the activity.  Play your cards right and you might get laid after the sun sets.

And then, the couple you're with insists you all ride the roller coaster.  If two out of four people want to do a scary ride, and you don't want to look like a wuss to the girl you desperately want to get to second base with, you have no choice but to grow some gonads and get excited over such a great idea.   

When you pay for the ticket and get in line, there's no turning back.  That's what's running through your head as the four of you inch your way in line, surrounded by the overhead roar of an out of control train full of screaming, terrified passengers on a one way trip to hell.

The engine-less train pulls into the platform and you stare at the disheveled occupants and pray that greasy cheeseburger you just ate stays in your stomach.  Your date picks a car and within seconds the bar comes down and you're locked in place, physically over-riding the fight or flight impulse that sets in when you're about to die, and off you go with an accelerated heart rate pumping adrenalin through your blood vessels.  As the coaster makes it's slow, vertical climb, the conversation takes a serious tone as she says, "I'm really scared and excited at the same time.  What about you?"  With your eyes trained at the tracks ahead, disappearing into oblivion, you are too terrified for rational thought.  As you round the top and experience the anti-gravity of a mile high free-fall, your lizard brain takes over and triggers your adrenal glands to go into overload.  All thoughts of getting laid vanish as you hold on with all your might as you see your life pass before your eyes.

The rest of the ride is a series of ups and downs and twists and turns that pales in excitement compared to the horror of the first initial drop, but massive doses of endorphins kick in and your screams of terror morph into yells of elation and extreme joy.  You're alive and this ride is fun as hell and ya can't wait to do it again.
Double payoff as your girl gives you a different ride after the sun sets.

Ok, it's not bungee jumping off The Golden Gate, or skiing down Everest, but it can be a first near death experience, triggering a biochemical cocktail of adrenalin immediately followed by an endorphin rush so profound, that it makes immortality a reality.  The adrenalin wires you tight and sharpens your instinct for survival.  The endorphin rush is the payoff for cheating death and the feeling is equivalent to an opiate high and just as addictive.

Could your first roller coaster ride be the beginning of a life of addictive, chemically rewarded payoffs from taking big chances and cheating death?

I wonder... does the tycoon, base jumper, and hard drug user have the same goals and outcome in common?

what's the difference?

Last night I listened to our fearless leader recite his carefully crafted state of the union address, in which he tells congress, the media, and the world population how his administration perceives a snapshot of the way things are, right now, in the United States and how it got here and where it's heading and who's steering the ship of state.  It's not just a great photo op.  It gives the prez the media center ring to try and convince everyone he actually does positive things, and it reminds everyone exactly why they put him in office in the first place.  It's like your car dealer calling you every two years to tell you what a great salesman he is.

As I listened to his talk, he said something that got my attention.

"We need to make America the best place to do business."

That's exactly what Dick Cheney said when he was VP in GW's first term.  That's republican talk, isn't it?  I mean, isn't that the mindset that got us all in this economic shit storm in the first place?  And since when are democrats concerned about Wall Street profits?  Democrats have always been for the working guy, unions, and the people who actually make things and republicans were for Wall Street, big business and the guy that hires you.    

The thought came to me that politics and sports are exactly the same.

Both are spectator oriented.
Both require spectator money to operate.
Both play one team against the other.
Both are taught at every level of education.
Both have a tier structure with increasing levels of exclusivity.
Members in the highest levels of both are selected by people we don't know.

Football, baseball, and basketball all had separate but equal major leagues that eventually merged into one entity running the show for that particular sport.  Now, each sport has one major league.

It appears as though the democratic party has been merged into the republican party for many years, with the republican party calling all the shots, including getting a democrat in the white house every now and then just to give the impression we still have a two party system.

And you thought you made a difference on November 2nd.



     

5 worst things to say

Will I get in trouble for lifting this vid?

transition to the 4th dimension

The problem with living in a 3 dimensional universe is an abundance of boundaries designed to keep us contained.  Compared to the rest of the cosmos we're nothing but babies in our individual playpens, aware there's more but unable and unwilling to leave the cage.
The laws of physics are our playpen walls and our baby toys keep us happy and content.

Well, I'm not content with all these hindrances so I looked into what it would be like to live in the 4th dimension.  After all, that's where we're heading so I may as well research it.

Working on the premise that we all create our own realities and this reality of mine would be so much cooler if I didn't have these damn laws messin' up my shit.

A search on the internet got me a number of people trying to describe the 4th dimension by comparing it to the 2nd dimension, which is like explaining an airplane to a caveman by showing him a rock.  A number of semi-smart guys described the 4th dimension by comparing a 3D cube to a hyper-cube, which is nothing more than a regular 3D cube with extended angles.  Another expert figured that someone from the 4th dimension would be like a floating blob of organs, fluid, and vapor in a constant shift of transparencies.  It soon became apparent to me these guys are all irretrievably stuck in 3D land and can't imagine anything outside their carefully crafted playpens.

I figured I could do better so I climbed up my playpen wall and trained my eye to the horizon outside the window and reasoned a 4D world without restraints would have absolutely no boundaries.

Gravity, solid objects, time, space, climate control, growth, decay, and everything else that posed a problem is no longer in your way.  You'll have a physical body, if you want, but it's not necessary.  Earth will still be here, if you want, but there's a whole universe worth checking out.  You'll have time because time is no longer an issue.  You can see the big bang and the end of the universe before breakfast.  The vastness of space?  Go anywhere instantly.  Space suits?  What for?  You can picnic on the sun.  Can't think of any place to go outside of Earth?  You will.  You'll have unlimited information from the cosmic collective.  You'll be an immortal, non-corporeal, timeless being who can morph into anything and be everywhere at the same time.

And this is just 4D... climbing out of the playpen and entering adolescence.  Cosmic adulthood is when we get to 12D.

What do ya think that will be like?

293 ways to make change for a dollar

This is one of those problems you can't work out any other way but just do it.  No computer model or mathematics exist, that I know of, that can work this out.

For what it's worth, 2+9+3= 14  1+4= 5. 

The only reason I bothered looking into this is because I found this information on a slip of paper while cleaning up some detritus.  As far as I know, I wrote this on a company notepad thirteen years ago.  It must have been reasonably important enough to keep all these years and I'm sure there was more to it than simply an obscure bit of useless trivia.

http://tinyurl.com/ye2w8xg

is reality a hologram?

to the moon, alice

There's a belief shared by quantum physicists, eastern mystics, and ancient wise guys that the reality we live in is self created and every detail of our waking reality is as individually crafted as our own sleep dreams.

Sometimes my dreams ignore the laws of physics and I'm able to fly, jump over mountains, walk through walls, breathe under water, and instantly transport myself to a completely different setting.

If reality is self created, why would we include the laws of physics?  If flying is what we want, why would we include gravity and further compound it my making it an unbreakable law?  It's like speed bumps at the Indi 500.

I tend to think we've been programed to accept these carved in stone "laws" to keep us from levitating over the stockyard fence and jumping over the moon.

 

how bout a do over

I firmly believe that we make our own universe from our own subconscious intent. 

The one I live in has an economic system that relies on extreme conflict, resulting in mass death, so that a profiteer that I don't know, can increase their bottom line from interest rates from loans to both sides of any conflict.

I beg your forgiveness for ruining so many lives but I never took an economics class in college.

I'll do better next time. 

it's all just a big joke

I ran into Mike the other day.  The last we worked together was shortly after 9/11 and over the years we'd run into each other and compare notes.  We talked about three times since then and I'd say the time we spent together in the last ten years must be something like maybe an hour.

We spent just enough time together to remember each other but not enough to see any changes.  Mike sees me as I was ten years ago and I see him much the same way. 

After talking and laughing for about a half hour he said something that made me think.

He said, "I always liked the way you looked at things.  Whether it's politics, or the area, or the news, you think it's all just a big joke.  Because of you, I look at the news at night and read the papers and laugh out loud because it's all just a big joke and it makes the news more like a sit-com."

Yep, that was pretty much my attitude back in the pre-9/11 days before everyone got serious about everything.  I was carefree, selling phone cards and poison ivy treatments, searching for the meaning of life, and life was good.  Mike still knows the me of ten years ago and talking with him was like looking through an old photo album of the way my mind worked before we became a police state.

The best part is Mike still thinks it's all a big joke and he credits me for giving him that attitude, and he gave it right back to me ten years later.

What a wonderful gift.

Thank you, Universe.

drug t-shirts

start walking

Humans are ok.  Sure, there are some real bastard pricks out there but, by and large, humans are pretty decent folk.  They invent and celebrate holidays, create beautiful art, sing, dance, make music, and are willing to help just about anyone if asked.

Humans are pretty much the same all over planet Earth but they have a major flaw.  They can't seem to tolerate other humans who aren't just like them and because of this intolerance no one can remember a time when we weren't at war with someone because we can't tolerate what they were doing.  Even the reasons for these wars are vague, at best.

Just today a thought came in my head on the way home.  I can tolerate anything but intolerance.  Then I began yelling at the asshole in front of me because he was breaking for the green light.


I'll make you a deal.  I'll work real hard to tolerate the guy breaking for the green light if you try just as hard to tolerate someone doing something that really bugs you.  If we could only tolerate and get along we might realize all our problems were never there in the first place. 

The journey of a thousand miles starts with the first step and realizing the problem is the first step toward solving it.

I think we've got some walking to do.

must be santa

the american astronaut

some things never change

Some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

About a year ago I was talking to a friend who said she ran into an old ex of mine in a bar. 
Tammy told me she had a lengthy conversation with Francesca who told her that I still had her record collection and she'd like to have it back but she doesn't want to ask me for it.

I thought about this for awhile and decided she should have them.  Even though half the records were mine, I thought it would be a nice gesture to give her the whole collection, as well as a brand new turntable.  I mean, what the hell... It's just taking up space and if she wants it, she can have it all and I'll even throw in a couple hundred video tapes.

So, I decided to write her a letter and send it snail mail, since she doesn't have a computer, and a phone call out of the blue would be slightly less shocking than a surprise appearance at her door.  It was a simple letter asking how she's doing and I hope she's doing well and I have all these records, many of which are hers and very rare, and I'd like her to have them.  I can deliver them anywhere she wants.  Just let me know.

About two weeks later I got a response:

Thanks for thinking of me, but I really don't want any of it.
If I haven't missed any of it in ten years I doubt I'll miss it in the next ten,
Throw it away or give it to the Salvation Army, or burn it.
It really doesn't matter.


Francesca


Then I remembered why I broke up with her.



 

blowing humanity

I was listening to the radio the other day about a guy who lost his six figure job five years ago.  During the interview, he said he sent out thousands of resumes to prospective employers and about once every two months he might get an interview.  His major complaint was every potential employer who interviewed him said the same thing.  They don't like to hire people who don't have a job.

On the surface this sounds a bit silly.  Why would you look for a job if you already had one?  If you're looking to fill a slot, why not hire the guy?  He apparently is competent and qualified to do such work.  

Let's back up a little bit.  This guy had a six figure income five years ago.  That's, at the very least, $100,000 a year.  He was unemployed for five years and spent that time tenaciously copying resumes, writing cover letters, licking envelopes, and supporting the USPS with his frequent visits and stamp purchases.  Unemployment insurance, if any, would only cover a scant fraction of his previous salary, so those unemployment checks were basically pocket change.  What was this guy doing to improve his situation?  He considered sending out resumes and going to an interview a few times a year was enough to land him a job at least equal to the one he lost.

Let's do the math.

If a guy can go without an income for five years it's because...
a)  He doesn't need money.
or
b)  He has enough leftover money from his previous job to carry him for at least five years, allowing him to do absolutely nothing to change his present situation other than delude himself into believing flooding the mail system with his loser resumes will land him the jackpot job.

My job requires me to look over applications and resumes all the time and have to determine from that stack of personal information who I can hire that would give me the biggest bang for my company's buck.  The first thing I look for is availability... when they can work, when they can't work.  If they're a potential warm body they're half way there.  The next thing I look for is work history.
This is a deal breaker.  Show me someone who hasn't worked in five years and I'll show you someone who doesn't want to work.  It's that simple.

I can see where this guy's coming from.  He wants to get a job that pays at least as much as he made before.  Any less and he's not advancing in life.  Cost of living goes up so his pay has to go up or he's sliding backwards.  Why accept a job that pays less than he had five years ago?

I'll tell ya why.  Because if he had a job before he went into any of those interviews he'd at least appear as a guy who really wants to work instead of an indolent asshole who wants a six figure job sitting on his butt all day.

If I was this guy who made six figures a year five years ago who can't get a job merely because he doesn't have a job, I'd get a job just to appease my future employer.  Believe it or not, there's lots of jobs out there.  Maybe not the ones this guy wants but there are jobs like distribution centers, supermarkets, retail, banks, coal mines, and tons of other livelihoods less desirable than a six figure income sitting on ass and playing with your laptop.

And when his short stint as blue collar worker or service employee or sanitation worker lands him his ticket to paradise, he might bring to the table something more than his greed and all-for-me attitude and actually know what it's like to walk in the shoes of the people who made this economic empire a reality... The people who actually do things.

The universe throws things at us for a reason.  Maybe the reason this guy lost his job was to learn humanity.

Too bad he blew it.

how to change a light bulb

This made me nervous just watching.  Let the cartoon pass and hold on.

avoiding unpleasantness

where are they now?

good deal

This economy reminds me of a 40 year old Rambler.  No matter how many engine rebuilds you give it, no matter how many parts you replace, it's just a 40 year old Rambler going for 41.  A genuine POS that will give you 8 MPG if you're lucky.  You can still keep it running but do you really want to?

The first ten years it ran pretty good.  It passed cars on the highway, had a large trunk, a decent engine, fair gas mileage, and room for six. 

The second ten years it ran ok.  It kept up with traffic, had a trunk with a few spare tires, the engine leaked oil, crappy gas mileage, and the seats were worn. 

The third decade it started up after a little ether in the carb.  Even old people pass you on the highway, the trunk had a big hole in the quarter panel, it has a rebuilt engine made from machined parts from the old engine, you took out a loan for the gas, the seats have springs poking you in the ass. 

The fourth, and present decade you take out a loan to top it off with oil, fill the radiator, top off the power steering fluid, the tranny fluid, the brake fluid, fill the tires with air, and jump start it with your neighbor's Chinese car.  Call the tow truck and take out a loan to pay him to tow you everywhere you go.  The trunk rotted away along with the back seats and floorboards, you're half retarded from breathing exhaust fumes, and all six of you have to ride in the front seat.

It costs you $40,000 a day to keep this piece of crap going.  You can't get rid of the car because 40 years ago you signed a contract saying you'll lease this car for $200 a month at 1000% interest compounded daily til the end of time and you're afraid of messing up your credit rating.

It's not your fault.  You're business partner (Uncle Sam) made that deal.  He's just a silent partner but the ironclad contract he made you sign ensures the business gives him unlimited credit for his pet projects like 3 million bucks to study potholes in rural Poland, billions on H.A.A.R.P., vacations in Reo, and a war or two just to make a few billion for his buddies and kill some brown skinned people in the process.

All the while you're trying to make ends meet and it's a losing battle.  Sure, you have enough for yourself but you want more.  You're entitled to more.  On the surface it looks good.  You have a job, people working for you, benefits, a savings account, a beautiful wife, darling children, a wonderful home, and a piece of crap car that costs you 40,000 bucks a day.  It's ok because your Chinese neighbor said he'll loan you all the money you need to keep this car running, with interest, and all he asks is something for collateral...  Everything that you and your family will ever own until the end of time.

Not bad, since I won't be around when the end of time gets here.

Yup.  Americans sure know a good deal when they see one. 

This Toxic Food is BANNED in Europe

This Toxic Food is BANNED in Europe – But They’re Treating us Like Boneheads
Posted By Dr. Mercola

Together we CAN get GMOs banned from the US. Europe was able to do it over a decade ago without any government assistance. All they did was educate the consumers, and that was enough pressure on the food industry to drop their ploys.

If we band together as an effective army we will be able to do this. Please understand that the VAST majority of people in the US do not want GM foods, so this is an EASY battle to win. All we have to do is a bit of organizational work.

So let me tell you how we are going to achieve the removal of GMOs in the US.

October is Non-GMO Month, and you’ve been receiving a lot of important information about genetically engineered foods this week.

Tomorrow, October 10th (10/10/10) is Non-GMO Day, so I’m pleased to bring back Jeffrey Smith, the real leader behind this movement to eliminate GM foods from the US market, for another interview.

This month, Jeffrey’s organization, Institute for Responsible Technology, is launching a plan to bring their message to the necessary numbers of people to create a tipping point that can effectively drive GM foods off the market. Nearly 400 retail stores selling natural products around the country are already actively promoting the information about choosing healthier non-GMO products.

I’m thrilled to be part of this movement, and I strongly urge you join us.

The Institute for Responsible Technology (IRT) has created a variety of tools that will make it easier for you to choose non-GM foods, and this is the way to eradicate GMO’s from your local store. If no one wants to buy them, stores can’t sell them, and will simply stop ordering them. Food manufacturers will have to adjust and quickly change their ingredients or risk losing their business.

It’s really that simple!

Remember, you as a consumer is still at the top of the food chain.

another pvc-cb modification

I love fall. That nip in the air, colorful leaves, and a perfect time for upgrading the cloudbuster.

I decided to include a programmable mp3 player instead of the frequency generator I installed last year. I found these orgonite devices work so much better using variable tones instead of a constant square wave frequency and programming an mp3 is as easy as turning on your TV. Besides, the internet is full of sites that have just what you need, as far as tones and tunes go. I chose eight Solfeggio based tunes that last approximately 10 minutes each. The mp3 will automatically repeat this selection as soon as it's finished and continue until it's turned off or runs out of charge. And that poses a little problem, especially if you want it to last more than a couple hours. The lithium battery won't hold a charge for very long and running an extension cord 50 yards is out of the question. The only way to do this is to make it self contained with a system that can constantly charge the mp3.

A quick inventory showed I had everything I needed to make this work, at least for now. All I needed was a large battery that could be recharged, a car lighter-USB adapter, some ear buds, speaker wire, and a solar panel. The solar panel will have to wait because I didn't feel like shelling out 30 bucks to Radio Shack.

The hardest part about this project was tapping into those tiny wires on the mp3 ear buds. Those wires are tiny and cutting off a section of the insulation required an exacto knife and a jewelers glass. Soldering a speaker wire to them without doing damage was a genuine pain in the ass but I managed to tap into the left and right negative wires that would eventually hook up to the orgone field generator at the base of the PVC pipe that houses the cone HHG. It's just old school tech. Hooking up the negative wires from a 2-speaker stereo to a third speaker will give you elements of both channels, and since this mp3 is stereo I felt it fitting to include both channels. Besides, the ear buds not only let me know if there's any sound but act as resistance. Less chance of damaging the mp3.

After that it was just putting the parts in place. I plugged a car phone charger with a USB port into a Delco jumpstart, plugged the mp3 into the USB slot, hooked up the modified ear buds, used an extension cable to hook the ear buds to the orgone field generator and hit the play button.

Moments before I did this I had the cb running with the frequency generator I made for it and, as I like to do, put my hands on it to feel the hum. When I did that with the mp3 attached, the feel was much more pronounced. It was softer, more pleasant, and had a distinctive rhythm to it, for lack of a better term. It's way more powerful and not nearly as industrial and one dimensional as a frequency generator putting out one frequency at a time.

I'm led to believe these things like and respond to music, at least as much as we do. After all, Mother Earth is a master musician and maybe she's a bit tired of the sounds of industry.

I wonder if she likes Beethoven?