alpha pyramid

I built my first pyramid HHG yesterday and managed to try it out last night in the usual way... placing the finished project in my sleeping chamber. Since this device was intended as a household alpha orgone generator, I used a ring generator to charge the curing orgonite with high alpha waves.

I've been stuck on alpha waves for years now. I'm fascinated how alpha not only heals and repairs at the quantum level but these waves are also responsible for inspiration, manifestation of thoughts and desires into physical form, and just making things happen. This is the brain wave all those gurus and yogis were looking for when they go into deep meditation. It's also the brainwave that dominates when you sleep, which is the reason sleep is considered the best healer.

When I fired up the ring generator to charge the pyramid, it was my intention to implant a desire before leaving it run. I cupped my hands over the curing pyramid and my mind went completely empty. I was unable to generate a thought. The only thing that ran through my head was unintelligible, low-tone Buddhist chanting. (Weird stuff going on here) I figured Universe knows more than I do so I just imbued it with my emptiness and then climbed in my lounge chair in the driveway and watched the clouds... unable to do anything else for about 20 minutes. I realized the experiment was more than successful. I managed to go into a total alpha state, by feeding a small alpha signal through a mobius coil generated block of orgonite that magnified the signal and broadcast it with the help of a parabolic dish to the curing pyramid.
The question is, was the pyramid programmed with this alpha?

My waking dream this morning suggested I improve the cartridge howitzer I made earlier with a heavier orgonite base.

Hmmmmmmmmm.............

dreams

I woke up this morning, as I do every morning, with a head full of the previous nights dreams. Dreams about adventure, going places, discussing things, girls, odd animals, and anything else that may enter my alpha induced mind. One detail that has remained a constant for the last three months was orgone. Every night since July 19 I dream about orgonite, different ingredients for orgonite, twisting wire for mobius coils, the difference between a single knot mobius coil or a toroidal mobius coil, the best orgonite mixture for radionics, etc. It's been this way since I first put the HHG in the bedroom. I'm not complaining. The dreams are the best I've had in years. Always pleasant and full of surprising adventures with a combination of people I know and don't know that just happen to be on the same dream journey.

In the past I always had a cast of dream characters that would appear as extras such as people on the street or in a restaurant. These were the same dream people I had for years as those background characters filling a scene, as opposed to the principle subjects in the dream that I would interact with. I knew the faces of these dream people so well I could pick them out of a crowd in waking life.
In a way, they were like the extras you would see in all the old episodes of Star Trek, always rushing down the hallways or hanging in the rec room. I haven't seen these dream people for 3 months now. It's as if Kirk and Spock are out and Picard and Riker are in and a new cast of extras are hobnobbing in 10 Forward or lurching through the corridors.

A whole new flavor has entered these dreams. I can't quite describe it but it seems as though someone or something is trying to show me something my pitifully feeble brain is incapable of grasping, so I wake with only bits and pieces, as if my awake brain can't grasp the assimilation of such weird, but vital, information so it decodes this information to a metaphor I can better understand, like the golden ratio or puzzle pieces the size of storm windows.

I suppose it may be a good thing my Taurus moon keeps my feet firmly planted on the ground, otherwise I might be looking at all this in a totally different light and become one of those tinfoil hat wearing wackos with sackcloth and ashes, receiving messages from God to go barefoot from town to town denouncing the hypocrisies of our time.
Instead, I'm wearing my bathrobe as I ponder my own possible DNA mutation.

I'd like to point out that I'm not obsessed, at least not enough to dream about the same subject matter every night for 3 months straight. Every night orgone is a subplot running in the background and each night I learn something new. If I had a hobby building model airplanes or flying kites, for example, I don't think I would be so consistent in my dreams that I would dream of them every...single...night. In the past, when I began re-occurring dreams about work was when I realized I needed another job... A sure sign of job stress. Who wants to work double-time for straight pay?

No, this is something very different. Instead of stress I feel energized and imbued with foggy, but important information. It's as if I'm plugging into night school while I sleep, learning orgone theory and doing the lab work the next day by testing these theories or, at least, ponder their significance.

As I said earlier, it all started when I placed this HHG in my sleeping chamber.
Is it my own solitary mind constructing these dreams or am I tuning in to a frequency with the HHG as the amplified antenna?

it's only skin deep... aint it?

winter forcast

I've been looking for hornets nests all summer. The best way I can tell what kind of winter we'll have is to study the nest. A nest built high forecasts a lot of snow, and the opposite is true if you happen to find one at ground level, like I did a few years back when I accidentally stepped on one and got nailed on every tender pulse point of my body. Yeah, hornets get pretty temperamental this time of the year.

I found this nest on the edge of the north 40 about 9' up a spruce tree.
Last years hornets nest was in the eves of the third floor and we all remember last Valentines day, don't we? That was when most of the major highways in Pa turned into parking lots for 3 days until our esteemed govna called out the national guard to rescue stranded motorists and pull stuck trucks off the highway because he slashed PENN DOTs budget so he could funnel money to his pet projects in Philly. What an ass...


I can't decide if this nest looks like Gov. Rendell or a typical mugwump... Like, what's the diff?

This seasons weather prediction seems to be cold and mild with not much snow accumulation until early February. It'll be a good idea to keep your gas tank at least half full and carry extra blankets and candy bars. Rendell is still the gov and SEPTA still needs bailing out.

orgonite cartridges

I'm not exactly sure what to call it. On it's own it's a totally kick ass CB but zapping it with 15Hz makes it one hell of an SP. Fired up, you can feel the hum this succor puts out. What makes this unit so unique is the removable orgonite cartridge embedded with a 3" crystal.

One of the main problems I had with CBs was the lack of compression the pipe crystals had, creating a serious lack of piezoelectric activity, which drastically limited it's performance. If you embed the crystal in the matrix, it's there to stay as a permanent part of the piece. This design not only satisfies crystal compression but allows me to change cartridges at will. In a way, it's like having a computer that you can never upgrade compared to having a computer capable of handling unlimited upgrades without ever touching the motherboard.

I can't help thinking cartridges are the way to go but I still have try this thing out to see if I'm on the right track. We'll see what happens this weekend.

what do you feed an anorexic troll?

devolution?

I stopped at Radio Shack today to pick up a few parts. I didn't want to stop there but, in many cases, they're the only place in town to get electronic items. It's more like a toy store with a few bins for spare parts in the back.

Never mind they didn't have any circuit boards or wire, but when I asked the kid who was waiting on me about diodes he gave me a blank stare and said, "I don't know anything about that stuff. Go to the Radio Shack by Walmart. They know all about that stuff".
Fine... This kid works in a store that sells electronics and he doesn't know what a resistor is. Who hires these people, anyway? So, I went to the Radio Shack near Walmart, where the guys are all smart about electrical stuff and asked to see an IC breadboard socket. They had two and both packages were open. No big deal. I asked if they were ok and one of the smart guys said, "I dunno". I said, then let me use your ohm meter and I'll check it out. He opened a drawer and even though it was sitting on top of everything, he started digging through it like it wasn't there. "There it is," I said. "That yellow thing." I took the instrument and set it for resistance, fired it up and the digital numbers started going through its paces like I woke it from a deep sleep. "Maybe it needs batteries" said one of the two electrically smart guys, as they stared while I checked conductivity. I'm starting to wonder just how dumb that other kid was to think these guys were so smart. When I was done I asked about diodes and the smarter of the two cheerfully guided me to the diode bin in the back of the store.
Ok, I'm a little rusty as far as electronics go and I completely forgot the resistance color code but I know when a diode has a cathode line it means something as far as polarity goes, so I asked Einstein. His reply...."I don't know anything about that stuff." Well, I figured it out by reading the back of the package and showed him how to answer another customer who might ask the same question. All I got was a slack-jawed stare and I could swear I saw neon green sub-atomic particles orbiting the genius kids head. I said, you don't know much about the stuff in this place, do ya? To which his reply was, "Not really, but I can debug and secure your network. That's what I went to school for."

Then it hit me.
Everyone knows how to push the buttons but no one knows what makes em go. Here we have a place called Radio Shack that used to be run by geeks who knew everything about electronics and then some, and now we have the very same store run by total fools who only know what they were taught in school and nothing more and none of them has ever been taught anything about electronics. Just warm bodies who aren't even interested in the nuts and bolts of the products they sell.

Ok, I'm just a regular guy trying to expand my knowledge base and reality tunnel by building a few gadgets and I can't find anyone who knows more about electronics than me and I forgot more than these guys will ever learn. And it's not just Radio Shack. It's everywhere! Go to any burger joint and talk with the jerks behind the counter. 7 out of 10 will tell you they don't like burgers and try asking for a half dozen Chicken McNuggets. They come in 4, 6, and 8. Not a half dozen.

We've become a service oriented nation and the service sucks because most people treat stupidity as if it were a virtue. You won't find any good electronic technicians because those that have the skills are working for large corporations or the government, not for themselves and certainly not for you. Ditto for all specialized jobs as well as the whole scientific community. Eventually, all specialized stores will disappear because it's not cost effective to keep in stock parts that no one buys because they don't know what to do with them, and the Radio Shacks will become just another toy store that sells the same crap you can find anywhere else, that is if they can stay in business. Try asking someone in Walmart a technical question about anything in any department. You'll just get the same vacuous look as if everyone there is working in someone else's department that day.

Example: Every town had a dozen shoe stores until Walmart came. After all the stores that measured your feet closed, Walmart decides to cut back on their shoe inventory because most styles and sizes don't sell. Now all you get are mall shoe stores that sell the same D width, regular crap that everyone else sells because there isn't a choice anymore, and the salespeople don't know anything about footwear for the same reason Radio Shack employees can't tell the difference between an LED and electrical tape.

The scientific community used to think the dinosaurs became extinct because of over-specialization. I tend to think the opposite is true of humans.

who needs a drill anyway?

So, what did cavemen do if they needed to twist wire for a mobius coil? They did what any semi-upright biped would do. They hooked the wire to a post and hand twisted it with a chop stick.
I swear I can feel this succor vibrate when I hold it.


Although the area around this house has had far less rain than anywhere else this year, the grass is green and lush and growing like crazy, but only in a 10 yard radius around this house. There are some areas of the yard I didn't mow for months. Only the lawn in the immediate vicinity of the house grows 8" in 5 days. I wonder if it has anything to do with all the orgone devices?

frustration mounts

Not serious frustration but frustration just the same.
I got everything together to build an SP. I got the wire for the mobius coil from the cat 5 wire I found in the garage and the frequency generator is complete. All I need to get started is my drill to twist up the wire to begin assembling the mobius coil.

I can't find my drill. I just used it the other day and now it's nowhere to be found. In my search I found my microscope, 3 rolls of electrical tape I gave up for lost last year, and a supply of checks I gave up for lost 3 years ago. I'll give myself a half hour to find it before I make a trip to the hardware store. I'm going to be irritated if I have to buy another drill only to find the old one in a few days, like my electrical tape.

Maximum McLaren

end game

do I really have too much time on my hands?

Investigations into orgonite have begun to yield some interesting results. It's clear now that certain mediums, materials and designs are more effective than others. I found the clear plastic resin doesn't work nearly as well as the fiberglass resin, and smaller copper and aluminum pieces work much better than the slightly larger bits I used in the past. Also, copper coated steel BBs just don't seem to have the punch. It might have to do with their spherical form.

Trial and error, with myself and unknowing people as guinea pigs, provided my preliminary data.

My first conical shaped HHG was a mixture of medium-fine shavings of copper and aluminum in a fiberglass resin matrix with a single crystal, which I placed under my bed for 3 nights. I didn't tell my g/f, but she seemed to have the same effect I had, i.e. high energy levels and intense dreams. I had to stop this experiment after the third day because... you know how women are when they don't get enough sleep. I decided after that to reserve placement of HHGs under the bed for punishment reasons (not that I mind. I love the energy and dreams).

I used this same HHG on Mary's kid. She was staying here for awhile, and I get my guinea pigs where I can, so I placed the HHG on top of a bookshelf on the first floor directly under her bed on the 2nd floor. The results were dramatic. She reported 3 days of vivid dreams involving a crystal accompanied by high energy levels, which resulted in a cleaning frenzy.

I used this procedure with other shapes and densities with varying results, which at least proved to me I'm on the right track.

Last night I charged my cloudbuster with a rather large Herkimer diamond and a lemurian seed crystal to see what would happen. We were supposed to have rain all day today, starting this morning, but the sun is shining. You can see the front trying to move in, but it seems to dissipate within a mile of the house. The cloudbuster is made of the same material as the HHG, only much larger.

As soon as I'm convinced what has the most effect, I'll move on to bigger and better things other than dreams. Stay tuned.

big feet, little feet

I was wondering about how the whole world seems to going green, as if it's a new trend or something. Like, PC on steroids. Carbon footprints and how to make them smaller for the salvation of mankind on Earth, the preservation of coastline villas and the North Pole seems to be the talk of the town.

Al Gore, the godhead of the climate change movement, has a monthly electric bill that surpasses most third world countries GNP, demonstrating he has a demonstrably large carbon footprint. Your average Aqualung, homeless, jobless, soup-kitchen-refugee, by comparison, has an extremely tiny carbon footprint.

At first glance, it seems Al is one of the greatest greenhouse gas emitters in this hemisphere, stomping around the world like a giant, carbon Godzilla, slashing and burning his message of a clean environment while his private jet alone pollutes more than 10,000 Hummers in need of a tune-up. But Al has Carbon Credits in his back pocket, which allows him to pay for the excess greenhouse gases he generates, and that makes things all right.

Carbon credits create a market for reducing greenhouse emissions by giving a monetary value to the cost of polluting the air. This means that carbon becomes a cost of business and is seen like other inputs such as raw materials or labor. In other words, buying carbon credits is exactly like buying indulgences in the 16th century.

As Johann Tetzel, a Dominican friar selling indulgences, by order of The Vatican, in the 16th century once said, as he set up his shop in the local church, "I have here the passports... to lead the human soul to the celestial joys of Paradise." The fees were dirt cheap and if you bought one of these passports (credits) you were guaranteed a fast-track trip to Heaven.

So, with carbon credits, you can reduce your carbon footprint to that of an Aqualung and be able to burn Styrofoam and tires in your back yard and still be welcomed in any lecture hall, touting the need to drive hybrid cars and stop smoking so that the insurance rates don't go up on the beachfront property of your friends.

I see a business opportunity here....

For a mere $1,000 I will sell you one carbon credit witch will grant you the ability to dump the human waste of a family of 4 in the nearest stream AND burn your surplus car tires in your back yard for one year. In return, I will get 6 human beings (provided by Jenny Craig) to walk treadmills to produce electricity which I will sell back to the local power company and invest in green technology, like windmills.

Or would you rather buy a seat at Gods right hand? Al? Anyone?

the internet must die!

Not if I can help it.

Don't misunderestimate this man

not quite sure why I like this

press 1 for english

If this bill ever passes, I think I'll become a Mexican citizen.



Even though this bill wasn't passed, it shows what total assholes our representatives are for almost passing it. The Whitehouse was in full support of this bill, which doesn't surprise me in the slightest, considering GW and his staff hasn't done one, single, thing in their 2 terms that didn't include pissing on his countrymen and our constitution. He also said anyone not in favor of this amnesty bill is unpatriotic. Talk about Orwellian double-think... What surprises me is Obama and Hilary both voted for this bill, knowing they still have some constituent asses to kiss before they do their big run to the oval office. If this administration and this congress would have pulled this kind of crap 100 years ago they'd be dragged out of their offices and shot.

When did the American people lose their balls?

Is there nothing sacred?

If there's one thing I can't stand is yo momma jokes. How anyone can denigrate someone else's mother, that icon of womanhood, that beacon of care and compassion, that bastion of comfort and saintliness. It sickens me to hear such insults to the sanctified state of motherhood.

Here's 21 of them.


1. Yo momma's so fat she's on both sides of the family.
2. Yo momma's so fat the only thing attracted to her is gravity.
3. Yo momma's so fat she has to iron her pants in the driveway.
4. Yo momma's so fat when she bends over we lose an hour of daylight.
5. Yo momma's so fat when she bungee jumps she goes straight to hell.
6. Yo momma's so fat every time she walks in high heels she strikes oil.
7. Yo momma's so fat when she goes to the zoo elephants throw her peanuts.
8. Yo momma's so fat when she goes to an all you can eat buffet they have to install speed bumps.
9. Yo momma's so fat the National Weather Agency assigns names to her farts.
10. Yo momma's so fat she influences the tides.
11. Yo momma's so fat she has shock absorbers on her toilet seat.
12. Yo momma's so fat I had to ride a bus and 2 trains to get on her good side.
13. Yo momma's so fat she's got smaller fat women orbiting around her.
15. Yo momma's so fat her belt size is equator.
16. Yo momma's so fat even her clothes have stretch marks.
17. Yo momma's so stupid when she hears it's chilly outside she gets a bowl.
18. Yo momma's so stupid she took the Pepsi challenge and chose Jiff.
19. Yo momma's so ugly the beautician took 12 hrs... for a quote.
20. Yo momma's so stupid she put lipstick on her forehead to make up her mind.
21. Yo momma's so ugly Bigfoot took her picture.

fuckin off from the 17th century

"Leisure is the mother of Philosophy."

-Thomas Hobbes (1588-1679)

this explains a lot.

"There is a Law of Reversed Effort. The harder we try with the conscious will to do something, the less we shall succeed. Proficiency and the results of proficiency come only to those who have learned the paradoxical art of doing and not doing, or combining relaxation with activity, of letting go as a person in order that the immanent and transcendent Unknown Quantity may take hold. We cannot make ourselves understand; the most we can do is to foster a state of mind, in which understanding may come to us."

-Aldous Huxley (1894-1963)