Saturday, July 04, 2015
happy 4th of july
“We’ll know our disinformation program is complete when everything the American public believes is false.” William Casey, CIA Director, 1981
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
eggs, eggs, eggs
The last time I got eggs the cost for a dozen large eggs was $170. Today that same dozen large eggs is $350. That's like double from just two weeks ago. I mean, WTF! After checking several other places it became painfully clear. The price of eggs has gone up faster than Bertha Butt's DD tanktop. It seems there's an avian flu in the hen house requiring termination with extreme prejudice for millions of egg laying foul.
As this domestic foul holocaust is taking place, the price of chicken meat is going down. I'll say that again. The price of chicken meat is dropping faster than Suzie Rottencrotch's pretty pink panties.
But how can this be? Is KFC buying disease ridden chicken corpses? Does deep frying kill avian flu? Well, maybe. But there's a logical reason for the cost of chicken to drop.
It seems broilers (the ones we eat) are kept separate from laying chickens and are ready for human consumption when they reach the tender age of six months. They keep the egg producing, laying chickens going for a year before termination. For reasons no one knows, the broilers don't get avian flue while their egg laying sisters do, resulting in a broiler glut and a lack of layers both at the same time. Adding to this imbalance, Asian markets aren't accepting American produced chicken meat because of our avian flu ridden chicken industry.
So, the cost of chicken meat has gone down 5 cents a pound while eggs double in price. Uh hu...
At any rate, I visited a bunch of food stores today to observe shoppers and I can honestly say I didn't see one person buying eggs. What I did see was a lot of eggs with high prices, ignored by everyone. Egg shortage my ass!
I'm so tired of greedy bastards everywhere I turn around. I'm sick of it and if you are too I encourage you to make a stand and stop rewarding these greedy bastards for their bad behaviour and don't buy their eggs. Do without them for awhile and watch them drop their prices. Eggs have a limited shelf life and if no one buys them they get tossed in the dumpster and their profit margin goes down. They lower their prices to get you to buy but if we hold out for another month or two they lower their prices even more and dump that lot if it doesn't sell and lose more money. After a few months of crappy sales they'll roll their egg prices back to 1979 just to keep afloat. By October we'll have grade A large eggs going for 79 cents a dozen.
Yeah, dream on Babbs.
As this domestic foul holocaust is taking place, the price of chicken meat is going down. I'll say that again. The price of chicken meat is dropping faster than Suzie Rottencrotch's pretty pink panties.
But how can this be? Is KFC buying disease ridden chicken corpses? Does deep frying kill avian flu? Well, maybe. But there's a logical reason for the cost of chicken to drop.
It seems broilers (the ones we eat) are kept separate from laying chickens and are ready for human consumption when they reach the tender age of six months. They keep the egg producing, laying chickens going for a year before termination. For reasons no one knows, the broilers don't get avian flue while their egg laying sisters do, resulting in a broiler glut and a lack of layers both at the same time. Adding to this imbalance, Asian markets aren't accepting American produced chicken meat because of our avian flu ridden chicken industry.
So, the cost of chicken meat has gone down 5 cents a pound while eggs double in price. Uh hu...
At any rate, I visited a bunch of food stores today to observe shoppers and I can honestly say I didn't see one person buying eggs. What I did see was a lot of eggs with high prices, ignored by everyone. Egg shortage my ass!
I'm so tired of greedy bastards everywhere I turn around. I'm sick of it and if you are too I encourage you to make a stand and stop rewarding these greedy bastards for their bad behaviour and don't buy their eggs. Do without them for awhile and watch them drop their prices. Eggs have a limited shelf life and if no one buys them they get tossed in the dumpster and their profit margin goes down. They lower their prices to get you to buy but if we hold out for another month or two they lower their prices even more and dump that lot if it doesn't sell and lose more money. After a few months of crappy sales they'll roll their egg prices back to 1979 just to keep afloat. By October we'll have grade A large eggs going for 79 cents a dozen.
Yeah, dream on Babbs.
Monday, June 22, 2015
PVC CB update
It's been three weeks since I installed the solar panels for the frequency generator that powers the PVC CB and I have to say unusual things are happening with relative regularity.
In an earlier post I used two small solar panels to run the frequency generator that powers up the PVC CB in my back yard. By doing this, the CB only operates when there's enough sunlight to power it up instead of the batteries that keep it operational for about a week and a half non-stop. This set-up puts Mother Nature in the driver's seat. More sunshine means more energy through the pipes. Less energy output with cloud cover and no energy output at night when it's dark.
The first day I switched on the unit the weather changed to a mixed bag of sunshine, rain, sunshine, clouds, rain, and sunshine in a constant and continual shift from one extreme to another. One minute the sky would be full of sunshine and dry air, followed by heavy humidity which morphed into dark clouds and rain followed by sunshine and white clouds. More often than not, the change would be so abrupt the bright sunshine and low humidity would come out before the rain stopped, drenching the area in surreal otherworldliness. This radical weather mix has been an ongoing thing every day since I switched on the unit. It's been three weeks now and every day has seen bright sunshine, dry weather, humidity, thunder storms, heavy downpours, and bright sunshine with low humidity every single day. I overheard two people talking about the weather the other day and one of them said, "If the weather doesn't suit you, wait a few minutes and it'll change."
I talk to a lot of people every day and I haven't met one person who felt the need to water their outdoor plants and garden hose sales are at an all time low. The few people who know what I'm doing all agree I should keep this unit running. "Every day there's something different", they say.
I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Just today while at work I could hear the sound of heavy rain pounding the roof and going outside moments later to find only a few puddles that weren't evaporated by the bright sunshine and low humidity. It doesn't seem to stop people from mowing their lawns because the grass is dry enough to mow within hours after a drenching rain. And this has been an every day occurrence for three weeks with no end in sight.
I can only assume this is what a balanced weather system is supposed to be and it's what naturally happens when you let Earth do it's job and clean the toxic aerosol crap from our skies. Earth does what it needs to function best without a bunch of pseudo-intellectual monkey men dictating how things should be because they think they control this planet.
I wonder what would happen if we had a few thousand of these solar powered CBs in operation across the continent, hidden in woods, deserts, mountaintops, back yards, and public parks. Just set it and forget it and let Earth be the active participant in her own healing without the interference of human ego to mess things up.
Anyone care to get involved in a positive world-wide experiment?
In an earlier post I used two small solar panels to run the frequency generator that powers up the PVC CB in my back yard. By doing this, the CB only operates when there's enough sunlight to power it up instead of the batteries that keep it operational for about a week and a half non-stop. This set-up puts Mother Nature in the driver's seat. More sunshine means more energy through the pipes. Less energy output with cloud cover and no energy output at night when it's dark.
The first day I switched on the unit the weather changed to a mixed bag of sunshine, rain, sunshine, clouds, rain, and sunshine in a constant and continual shift from one extreme to another. One minute the sky would be full of sunshine and dry air, followed by heavy humidity which morphed into dark clouds and rain followed by sunshine and white clouds. More often than not, the change would be so abrupt the bright sunshine and low humidity would come out before the rain stopped, drenching the area in surreal otherworldliness. This radical weather mix has been an ongoing thing every day since I switched on the unit. It's been three weeks now and every day has seen bright sunshine, dry weather, humidity, thunder storms, heavy downpours, and bright sunshine with low humidity every single day. I overheard two people talking about the weather the other day and one of them said, "If the weather doesn't suit you, wait a few minutes and it'll change."
I talk to a lot of people every day and I haven't met one person who felt the need to water their outdoor plants and garden hose sales are at an all time low. The few people who know what I'm doing all agree I should keep this unit running. "Every day there's something different", they say.
I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Just today while at work I could hear the sound of heavy rain pounding the roof and going outside moments later to find only a few puddles that weren't evaporated by the bright sunshine and low humidity. It doesn't seem to stop people from mowing their lawns because the grass is dry enough to mow within hours after a drenching rain. And this has been an every day occurrence for three weeks with no end in sight.
I can only assume this is what a balanced weather system is supposed to be and it's what naturally happens when you let Earth do it's job and clean the toxic aerosol crap from our skies. Earth does what it needs to function best without a bunch of pseudo-intellectual monkey men dictating how things should be because they think they control this planet.
I wonder what would happen if we had a few thousand of these solar powered CBs in operation across the continent, hidden in woods, deserts, mountaintops, back yards, and public parks. Just set it and forget it and let Earth be the active participant in her own healing without the interference of human ego to mess things up.
Anyone care to get involved in a positive world-wide experiment?
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
look on the bright side of life
Word on the internet says the world economic collapse will hit on September 13, 2015. That's less than four months away and most people did next to nothing to prepare for such a world shaking event.
By world shaking I mean fiat currency will become worthless, even if you managed to get your money out of the bank before they close their doors. Food processing and transportation will grind to a halt, leaving supermarkets and convenience store shelves empty after day one. The water will flow only as long as the electric grid stays up. When the lights go out ya got four days to find water or die of thirst. Most modern heating systems won't run without electricity no matter how much heating oil you have. Even if you survive the long, cold winter your plumbing will never be the same. Say goodbye to indoor plumbing and hello to backyard latrines and chamberpots.
A lot of folks saw this coming and started stockpiling in the event SHTF becomes a reality. I did and all my friends knew about it. I told them they can hang here when it all goes down. All they need to do is add to the survival stockpile. They all loved the idea but very few made an offering.
At one of our many drunkard fests, Nicole made it clear that when it all goes down she'll be coming to my house to get out of town and party here where it's safe. I looked her right in the eye and said I would shoot her before she got to the driveway. "But we're friends", she said. "You wouldn't shoot a friend". I'm serious, I said. I'd put a round in the driver and when the car crashed I'd shoot the rest of you as you left the car. Only those that contribute can come here and you didn't contribute a thing. In a SHTF scenario, that means you're more parasite than friend. I'll dispose of your bodies and keep your car and any valuables you might have and go make a sandwich.
But that got me thinking... It's one thing to lay waste to a car full of your unarmed friends and another to maintain a defensive position against a well armed pack of marauders coming to get your shit and lay waste to you. In a total societal breakdown, sooner or later, no matter where you are, there will be a need to get out of Dodge as fast as you can and carry only what you need in order to survive.
For most people around these parts, a world wide economic collapse would most definitely be a major inconvenience but the cities? Fugetaboutit. Think, Escape from New York. Getting out of the city would be priority no. 1 and you better have a good head start and bug out bag if you want to stay alive.
A bug out bag is a small backpack with tools and provisions to survive a minimum of 72 hours in harsh or hostile conditions without external support.
Food, clothing, and shelter are the basics for human life on planet Earth and anyone can survive for 3 days with nothing more than the clothes on their backs for that period of time. So, why bother with the hassle of putting together a bag? Maybe generations of humans conditioned to depend on a cradle to grave support system turned us all into little more than domestic animals unable to survive without cell phones and toilet paper. Take any domestic animal and put them in the wild and they'll become predator, prey, or independent. The bag is designed to give you an independent edge and to keep you from becoming a cannibal or someone's next meal.
Off the top of my head I can think of two domestic animals that could survive independently in the wild. Pigs and donkeys. What do you think gives them an independent edge while avoiding becoming predator or prey? Wild pigs are opportunistic omnivores. They eat anything. They're big and heavy with enough power in their jaws to break bones and their survival strategy is avoidance of danger. Next to humans, pigs are the smartest land animal. Donkeys are herbivores and can adapt to most environments. They're used to guard sheep and goats against coyote attack and coyotes are their only natural enemy. They don't like canines but enjoy the company of humans and get depressed without companionship. They like to carry things on their back.
As far as my bag's contents is concerned, I think it reflects aspects of both pig and ass with a healthy dose of modern human tech. I may add or delete items along the way. It's always a work in progress.
The bag is a LAPG operator backpack, perfectly suited to hold a gallon of rum, a case of kippered herring, 1lb of trail mix, a stick of pepperoni, a dozen bic lighters in various locations so I always have fire at my disposal, first aid kit, bandannas (3), change of clothing, extra socks, sweatshirt, windbreaker, toothbrush and fluoride-free toothpaste, Mylar windshield screen, Mylar space blankets, wool blanket, warm weather sleeping bag, small popup dome tent, spirit heater, stainless mess kit, magnifying glass, electrical tape, 100' heavy cord, two water bottles, Vaseline, cotton, colloidal silver, LifeStraw, MP3 player, solar charger and extra solar panels, LED flashlights (4) in various places, 1 lb of tobacco in one ounce water proof baggies with papers, Milkbone dog biscuits, 1 lb of ground coffee, Coleman french press coffee maker, 3 rolls of compressed toilet paper, .40 caliber Glock and ammo, 12 gauge Mossberg with 20" barrel, 1 bandoleer 00 buckshot, 1 bandoleer slugs, slingshot, Bowie knife, folding knife, Swiss Army knife, tomahawk, folding saw, dressing stone, p-38, gloves, multi-tool, 10 ounces silver, dust masks, coffee filters, anti-diarrhoeal tablets, portable cb radio, am/fm/sw solar/crank radio, boonie hat, e-cigs with lots of vape juice, sunglasses, SAS Survival Handbook, chewing gum, dried fruit, shorts, sandals, and a half dozen plastic bags.
Most of this stuff is geared toward food, clothing, and shelter with defensive capabilities and light weight sources of entertainment like tunes and nicotine to prevent culture shock. The rum? If you ever find yourself in a situation where you had to abandon your home, your car, your computer, your wardrobe, your easy chair, your family photos, every possession you ever owned, and ran for the hills on foot with the sounds of gunfire and screaming behind you and the stuff on your back as your only possessions, I think you'd be very grateful to find a taste of home when you got to a safe spot.
A little melodramatic, you say? Sure sounds like it. That's the kind of crap a family of four would take for a weekend camping trip. When the supplies run out and you're tired of roughing it in the wild, you head back to your hot showers, clean sheets, and the climate controlled environment that defines you as a modern, first world Earthling.
If you want to talk about survival let's get serious. All you need is the clothes on your back, a good knife, and basic knowledge of finding food and water, self defence, and crafting a shelter. That bag and everything in it will do nothing but slow you down, make you a target, and prolong your inevitable death for a few days, maybe.
In the event of nuclear destruction, zombie apocalypse, eruption of Yellowstone, the second coming, or alien annihilation from orbit the best you can do is to stay home with all your stuff and drop your last tab of acid at the appropriate time and pray for an extreme out of body experience just before you kiss your physical ass goodbye.
By comparison, an economic collapse would be a walk in the park and a good excuse to pop that bottle of champagne you've been saving.
Have a nice day!
By world shaking I mean fiat currency will become worthless, even if you managed to get your money out of the bank before they close their doors. Food processing and transportation will grind to a halt, leaving supermarkets and convenience store shelves empty after day one. The water will flow only as long as the electric grid stays up. When the lights go out ya got four days to find water or die of thirst. Most modern heating systems won't run without electricity no matter how much heating oil you have. Even if you survive the long, cold winter your plumbing will never be the same. Say goodbye to indoor plumbing and hello to backyard latrines and chamberpots.
A lot of folks saw this coming and started stockpiling in the event SHTF becomes a reality. I did and all my friends knew about it. I told them they can hang here when it all goes down. All they need to do is add to the survival stockpile. They all loved the idea but very few made an offering.
At one of our many drunkard fests, Nicole made it clear that when it all goes down she'll be coming to my house to get out of town and party here where it's safe. I looked her right in the eye and said I would shoot her before she got to the driveway. "But we're friends", she said. "You wouldn't shoot a friend". I'm serious, I said. I'd put a round in the driver and when the car crashed I'd shoot the rest of you as you left the car. Only those that contribute can come here and you didn't contribute a thing. In a SHTF scenario, that means you're more parasite than friend. I'll dispose of your bodies and keep your car and any valuables you might have and go make a sandwich.
But that got me thinking... It's one thing to lay waste to a car full of your unarmed friends and another to maintain a defensive position against a well armed pack of marauders coming to get your shit and lay waste to you. In a total societal breakdown, sooner or later, no matter where you are, there will be a need to get out of Dodge as fast as you can and carry only what you need in order to survive.
For most people around these parts, a world wide economic collapse would most definitely be a major inconvenience but the cities? Fugetaboutit. Think, Escape from New York. Getting out of the city would be priority no. 1 and you better have a good head start and bug out bag if you want to stay alive.
A bug out bag is a small backpack with tools and provisions to survive a minimum of 72 hours in harsh or hostile conditions without external support.
Food, clothing, and shelter are the basics for human life on planet Earth and anyone can survive for 3 days with nothing more than the clothes on their backs for that period of time. So, why bother with the hassle of putting together a bag? Maybe generations of humans conditioned to depend on a cradle to grave support system turned us all into little more than domestic animals unable to survive without cell phones and toilet paper. Take any domestic animal and put them in the wild and they'll become predator, prey, or independent. The bag is designed to give you an independent edge and to keep you from becoming a cannibal or someone's next meal.
Off the top of my head I can think of two domestic animals that could survive independently in the wild. Pigs and donkeys. What do you think gives them an independent edge while avoiding becoming predator or prey? Wild pigs are opportunistic omnivores. They eat anything. They're big and heavy with enough power in their jaws to break bones and their survival strategy is avoidance of danger. Next to humans, pigs are the smartest land animal. Donkeys are herbivores and can adapt to most environments. They're used to guard sheep and goats against coyote attack and coyotes are their only natural enemy. They don't like canines but enjoy the company of humans and get depressed without companionship. They like to carry things on their back.
As far as my bag's contents is concerned, I think it reflects aspects of both pig and ass with a healthy dose of modern human tech. I may add or delete items along the way. It's always a work in progress.
The bag is a LAPG operator backpack, perfectly suited to hold a gallon of rum, a case of kippered herring, 1lb of trail mix, a stick of pepperoni, a dozen bic lighters in various locations so I always have fire at my disposal, first aid kit, bandannas (3), change of clothing, extra socks, sweatshirt, windbreaker, toothbrush and fluoride-free toothpaste, Mylar windshield screen, Mylar space blankets, wool blanket, warm weather sleeping bag, small popup dome tent, spirit heater, stainless mess kit, magnifying glass, electrical tape, 100' heavy cord, two water bottles, Vaseline, cotton, colloidal silver, LifeStraw, MP3 player, solar charger and extra solar panels, LED flashlights (4) in various places, 1 lb of tobacco in one ounce water proof baggies with papers, Milkbone dog biscuits, 1 lb of ground coffee, Coleman french press coffee maker, 3 rolls of compressed toilet paper, .40 caliber Glock and ammo, 12 gauge Mossberg with 20" barrel, 1 bandoleer 00 buckshot, 1 bandoleer slugs, slingshot, Bowie knife, folding knife, Swiss Army knife, tomahawk, folding saw, dressing stone, p-38, gloves, multi-tool, 10 ounces silver, dust masks, coffee filters, anti-diarrhoeal tablets, portable cb radio, am/fm/sw solar/crank radio, boonie hat, e-cigs with lots of vape juice, sunglasses, SAS Survival Handbook, chewing gum, dried fruit, shorts, sandals, and a half dozen plastic bags.
Most of this stuff is geared toward food, clothing, and shelter with defensive capabilities and light weight sources of entertainment like tunes and nicotine to prevent culture shock. The rum? If you ever find yourself in a situation where you had to abandon your home, your car, your computer, your wardrobe, your easy chair, your family photos, every possession you ever owned, and ran for the hills on foot with the sounds of gunfire and screaming behind you and the stuff on your back as your only possessions, I think you'd be very grateful to find a taste of home when you got to a safe spot.
A little melodramatic, you say? Sure sounds like it. That's the kind of crap a family of four would take for a weekend camping trip. When the supplies run out and you're tired of roughing it in the wild, you head back to your hot showers, clean sheets, and the climate controlled environment that defines you as a modern, first world Earthling.
If you want to talk about survival let's get serious. All you need is the clothes on your back, a good knife, and basic knowledge of finding food and water, self defence, and crafting a shelter. That bag and everything in it will do nothing but slow you down, make you a target, and prolong your inevitable death for a few days, maybe.
In the event of nuclear destruction, zombie apocalypse, eruption of Yellowstone, the second coming, or alien annihilation from orbit the best you can do is to stay home with all your stuff and drop your last tab of acid at the appropriate time and pray for an extreme out of body experience just before you kiss your physical ass goodbye.
By comparison, an economic collapse would be a walk in the park and a good excuse to pop that bottle of champagne you've been saving.
Have a nice day!
Sunday, June 07, 2015
Monday, June 01, 2015
anti-nightmare orgonite
The inner core you see to your left is a pyramid with a mini-bunt torus shape made from an extremely high density orgonite mixture of 6 teaspoons black powdered iron oxide and 3 teaspoons sand per half pint resin mixture. Between the pyramid and mini-bunt are two chunks of lapis, which allow a half inch gap between these two pieces. The hollow center in the bunt is stuffed with crystals. While building this unit I never expected this type of design to emerge. I never planned or even dreamed of this type of configuration but my higher self insisted on it. At one point, I disregarded this design and attempted to go on as originally planned, only to get an intuitional bitch slap in the form of higher consciousness nagging to do as I was told. Ok, ok... I'll do it. Damn these higher selves. But, ya know that torus looks like it would do much better than a cone... Yeah, I had to talk myself into it after I wrapped my mind around it.
(Thanks higher self. You're ok, despite what I say.)
The rest of the device was made up of medium density orgonite with aluminum curls, brass shavings, traces of black iron oxide, and some quarts sand to crank it up.
I figure this unit will either cure or kill so I decided to try it out for myself by placing it under my bed before sleep.
All I can say is I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow, followed by some rather intense orgone enhanced dreams. Waking up every two hours only to immediately slip into REM sleep was one thing but going right back into the previous dream was most interesting. It was as if I paused the movie long enough to go to the concession stand for more popcorn and returned to my seat without missing the best parts.
It's hard for me to judge if this thing can neutralize nightmares, since my dream states are anything but scary. By comparison, it's my awake states that tend to generate daytime nightmares from this absurd reality show we call reality.
Maybe I should make a big one for work.
Sunday, May 31, 2015
PVC CB solar boost
I picked up a couple of solar cells I found at Radio Shack and did a few experiments. Each cell is rated for 4.5 volts and wiring them in series brought them up to 9 volts. In bright sunlight, these things worked almost as well as batteries. The best part is they will work as long as Ol' Sol shines.
Wiring them up was easy. Just twist some wires, solder the twists, and finishing up with shrink tube. Hooking them up to the frequency generator required a 9v connector soldered to the + and - leads. Since the 9v connectors snap in place with their male/female counterparts, the polarity switches. As long as you keep polarity in mind, it's damn near idiot proof. As an afterthought I coated the wire leads on the cells with hot glue to protect them from the elements and to prevent shorting out the system. As long as I had the glue gun out, I dabbed a little on the cells to hold them to the dish.
I had considered installing rechargeable batteries to keep the CB running 24/7/365 but perished that thought. These devices work best when run intermittently and on in the daylight hours and off at night sounds like a good schedule. Besides, does anyone really care what the weather is at night?
After everything was hooked up and plugged in, I hit the switch. It took about 30 seconds before I could feel the tingle coming off the field generator and another 30 seconds to feel the energy emanating from the big pipe. Much stronger energy than from the previous setup using batteries and it left me to wonder why. Electricity is electricity no matter where it comes from, right? Does water from different sources taste the same? Are all aspirins alike?
Is it possible a power source directly from the sun is more cosmically pristine and can allow more efficiency for a device designed to boost Earth's immune system, rather than corporate produced batteries, even though their parameters are the same? Not to mention I like the idea that Mother Earth is an active participant by dictating how much of a boost she gets by how much sunshine she puts out.
About twenty minutes after I turned on the CB the sky went from hazy sun to rain with bright sunshine through the raindrops followed by the rain steaming off to form new clouds in a succession of sunshine and rain for the rest of the afternoon. Just like the spring weather patterns I remember as a kid.
I wonder if Mother Nature was aware she was self medicating.
I think I'll keep this setup going and pay close attention to any trends that may come about and work on a solar amplifier to boost the frequency even more. I have a feeling I'll be collecting lots of solar cells this season.
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
j. griff's blues
Is it just me or do Shrove Tuesday, greasy donuts in brown paper bags, and Rahsaan Roland Kirk go together like mashed potatoes and gravy?
This guy can hold a note longer than I can hold a crueller in my right hand. Sonny Rollins is a tenor sax genius. Rahsaan is a miracle saxophone freak playing three saxes at once. Yeah, no shit!
This guy can hold a note longer than I can hold a crueller in my right hand. Sonny Rollins is a tenor sax genius. Rahsaan is a miracle saxophone freak playing three saxes at once. Yeah, no shit!
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
a new coffee maker
I used to consider coffee as a substitute beverage after the British imposed their tea tax back in 1700's colonial America. It seems coffee has been around since 13th century Ethiopia. Legend has it that the original coffee tree was discovered by an Ethiopian goat herder when he saw the goats dancing on their hind legs after eating the fruit. After they learned to dry, roast, grind, and brew the beans into a beverage, coffee became Ethiopia's national treasure and the world's obsession.
Coffee roasting, grinding and brewing was traditionally done at home or wherever coffee was served, and the process was no more complicated than making tea. Green coffee beans had a reasonably long shelf life, were available, and the cost was next to nothing. Then someone came up with the idea of roasting the beans in bulk and putting a label on it and fresh roasted coffee became a thing of the past. To streamline the process further, factories began grinding the coffee beans so all you needed to make coffee was water and some kind of heat source. By the time automatic drip coffee makers became a household standard, the art and science of producing great coffee was lost, and for the majority of coffee drinkers, drinking the corporate black stuff became more of a habit than the obsession it once was.
Two weeks after coffee is roasted it begins to go downhill fast. It's a safe bet that all the coffee you'll find in any supermarket, gourmet or not, has been warehoused for months before it got to the shelf, rendering it coffee in name only.
Like most people, I thought fresh ground was the key to better coffee but grinding dead beans just gives you dead ground coffee. This explains why the free coffee I had at the Maxwell House coffee plant in Hoboken, New Jersey was the best tasting coffee I ever had before. Fresh roasting, no matter where the coffee came from or what grade, makes a big difference. Just as big a difference is how it's brewed.
I used to think the best coffee maker on the market was an Elektra espresso machine with a price tag starting at $1500 for individual use up to many thousands of dollars for the commercial models. Way out of my coffee budget, fer sure, and the cheaper espresso models just make strong coffee that tastes like cheap espresso.
Berlin, around 1830, the syphon method of brewing was developed and became the standard for producing the very best coffee and lasted until the early 20th century. In recent years, syphon brewing devices have gained popularity in up-scale coffee houses and, to a limited degree, coffee connoisseurs who want the best cup of joe and don't mind spending 80 bucks for a basic two cup model. Everyone else thinks Mr. Coffee, with it's programmable start, digital clock, and pause function to prevent hot coffee spilling all over the place when you just gotta have a cup before it's done brewing, is just dandy. By everyone I mean most Americans who know their coffee consistently sucks but don't care because if they really wanted good coffee all they need to do is go to Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts, or any other corporate brew shop that knows the secret of making good coffee.
I didn't type all this stuff just to rant about coffee like some pretentious arabica aficionado. I still drink peculator brewed 8 O'clock coffee that's too hot to taste and too strong to care because I'm just as early morning lazy as the next guy. At least, for now.
I built this syphon coffee maker in about 20 minutes using a 1,000ml Erlenmeyer flask, 3/8 copper utility tube, a half gallon mason jar, a keyring, a t-shirt, and some string.
Water is heated in the Erlenmeyer flask over a low flame. The mason jar has the correct amount of ground coffee. The copper tube goes from the bottom of the flask, through a cork at the neck, and to the bottom of the mason jar with a filter made from t-shirt material. When the water starts a slow boil the syphon effect takes place and draws the hot water up the tube and into the mason jar with the coffee. Keep the flask on low flame for 2 minutes to let the coffee steep. Remove the flask from heat and as the flask cools it draws the coffee from the mason jar back to the flask. The filter keeps the grounds out of the finished brew. When it's done, remove the cork and tube and pour yourself a cup.
The rationale is this system goes a step beyond the best methods of coffee making out there. Too much heat will destroy the desirable flavors and add bitterness. Too little heat won't extract the flavors. The syphon system never gets hotter than 200 degrees F, eliminating acid and bitterness but it's hot enough to extract all those complex flavors unique to coffee. It also extracts every bit of caffeine from the beans. Isn't that why we drink coffee in the morning? My first taste of this syphon system brew was so excellent, so wonderfully full bodied and delicious, I had to have a second cup before the first one was done. I felt the first cup's caffeine kick in half way through the second and the sensation was noteworthy, to say the least. A few minutes later I felt a meth high kick in, along with a simple plan to convert my latest coffee maker into a stove-top still for a cost of $13.
Was that caffeine induced inspiration or what?
Coffee roasting, grinding and brewing was traditionally done at home or wherever coffee was served, and the process was no more complicated than making tea. Green coffee beans had a reasonably long shelf life, were available, and the cost was next to nothing. Then someone came up with the idea of roasting the beans in bulk and putting a label on it and fresh roasted coffee became a thing of the past. To streamline the process further, factories began grinding the coffee beans so all you needed to make coffee was water and some kind of heat source. By the time automatic drip coffee makers became a household standard, the art and science of producing great coffee was lost, and for the majority of coffee drinkers, drinking the corporate black stuff became more of a habit than the obsession it once was.
Two weeks after coffee is roasted it begins to go downhill fast. It's a safe bet that all the coffee you'll find in any supermarket, gourmet or not, has been warehoused for months before it got to the shelf, rendering it coffee in name only.
Like most people, I thought fresh ground was the key to better coffee but grinding dead beans just gives you dead ground coffee. This explains why the free coffee I had at the Maxwell House coffee plant in Hoboken, New Jersey was the best tasting coffee I ever had before. Fresh roasting, no matter where the coffee came from or what grade, makes a big difference. Just as big a difference is how it's brewed.
I used to think the best coffee maker on the market was an Elektra espresso machine with a price tag starting at $1500 for individual use up to many thousands of dollars for the commercial models. Way out of my coffee budget, fer sure, and the cheaper espresso models just make strong coffee that tastes like cheap espresso.
Berlin, around 1830, the syphon method of brewing was developed and became the standard for producing the very best coffee and lasted until the early 20th century. In recent years, syphon brewing devices have gained popularity in up-scale coffee houses and, to a limited degree, coffee connoisseurs who want the best cup of joe and don't mind spending 80 bucks for a basic two cup model. Everyone else thinks Mr. Coffee, with it's programmable start, digital clock, and pause function to prevent hot coffee spilling all over the place when you just gotta have a cup before it's done brewing, is just dandy. By everyone I mean most Americans who know their coffee consistently sucks but don't care because if they really wanted good coffee all they need to do is go to Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts, or any other corporate brew shop that knows the secret of making good coffee.
I didn't type all this stuff just to rant about coffee like some pretentious arabica aficionado. I still drink peculator brewed 8 O'clock coffee that's too hot to taste and too strong to care because I'm just as early morning lazy as the next guy. At least, for now.
I built this syphon coffee maker in about 20 minutes using a 1,000ml Erlenmeyer flask, 3/8 copper utility tube, a half gallon mason jar, a keyring, a t-shirt, and some string.
Water is heated in the Erlenmeyer flask over a low flame. The mason jar has the correct amount of ground coffee. The copper tube goes from the bottom of the flask, through a cork at the neck, and to the bottom of the mason jar with a filter made from t-shirt material. When the water starts a slow boil the syphon effect takes place and draws the hot water up the tube and into the mason jar with the coffee. Keep the flask on low flame for 2 minutes to let the coffee steep. Remove the flask from heat and as the flask cools it draws the coffee from the mason jar back to the flask. The filter keeps the grounds out of the finished brew. When it's done, remove the cork and tube and pour yourself a cup.
The rationale is this system goes a step beyond the best methods of coffee making out there. Too much heat will destroy the desirable flavors and add bitterness. Too little heat won't extract the flavors. The syphon system never gets hotter than 200 degrees F, eliminating acid and bitterness but it's hot enough to extract all those complex flavors unique to coffee. It also extracts every bit of caffeine from the beans. Isn't that why we drink coffee in the morning? My first taste of this syphon system brew was so excellent, so wonderfully full bodied and delicious, I had to have a second cup before the first one was done. I felt the first cup's caffeine kick in half way through the second and the sensation was noteworthy, to say the least. A few minutes later I felt a meth high kick in, along with a simple plan to convert my latest coffee maker into a stove-top still for a cost of $13.
Was that caffeine induced inspiration or what?
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
we mean it, man
I was just thinking about the queen...
And then I quickly perished the thought. I mean, it's Christmas and going off on a rant about that hangared, royal bitch and her whole putrid family would be counter-productive to the peace, harmony, and good will feeling I should be relishing.
I think Johnny Rotten said it best. "No future for you."
And then I quickly perished the thought. I mean, it's Christmas and going off on a rant about that hangared, royal bitch and her whole putrid family would be counter-productive to the peace, harmony, and good will feeling I should be relishing.
I think Johnny Rotten said it best. "No future for you."
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
another coil
Distilling basic alcohol is a relatively simple process. Under the right conditions, you can turn water, sugar, and yeast into some high proof ethanol. The trick is to refine the process using grain to produce something better than a low grade redneck vodka by allowing some of the flavor to get passed the distilling process.
Ethanol will vaporize around 174 degrees F. and running a rum or grain mash at this temperature will give you some high proof stuff but little character.
Running it fast and hot can help carry over some flavor, as long as your condenser can keep up with the higher temps. Which got me working on the unit you see below.
Inside this three inch PVC pipe is about fifteen feet of tightly packed copper coil. Cold water is introduced through the bottom hose and the warm water exits through the top. It took a lot of trial and error to prove to myself which direction the water should flow. Common sense says cold water at the top of the condenser should condense the vapour faster and lock in the flavor. Some distillers introduce water through the base without a good explanation as to why. I tried a few things and think I found the answer.
By using a 5 gallon condenser, I noticed higher proof and lower flavor when adding cold water to the top of the coil and more flavor when the water got hotter. This got me to rig up a system introducing cold to the bottom while syphoning hot water from the top using a submersible pump. I later added a ball valve to the syphon to adjust the flow. The results were dramatic and proved that keeping the condenser fluid hot and progressively cooler towards the bottom produces the best flavors while keeping the alcohol percentage high.
Which brings me to this condenser pictured to the left. It's a compact version of the 5 gallon bucket and coil condenser with the ability to regulate the coolant temperature by adjusting the water flow. Slightly larger than a liebig with more coolant and 15 feet of copper tube makes this unit a nice addition to get the most from a hot running pot still.
I still haven't wrapped my head around why the coolant temperature has anything to do with flavor but I'm working on it. Ideas? Anyone?
I wonder of Popcorn Sutton knew about this?
I plan to run this thing tonight to see if I'm on the right track. I'll know in a few hours.
Ethanol will vaporize around 174 degrees F. and running a rum or grain mash at this temperature will give you some high proof stuff but little character.
Running it fast and hot can help carry over some flavor, as long as your condenser can keep up with the higher temps. Which got me working on the unit you see below.
Inside this three inch PVC pipe is about fifteen feet of tightly packed copper coil. Cold water is introduced through the bottom hose and the warm water exits through the top. It took a lot of trial and error to prove to myself which direction the water should flow. Common sense says cold water at the top of the condenser should condense the vapour faster and lock in the flavor. Some distillers introduce water through the base without a good explanation as to why. I tried a few things and think I found the answer.
By using a 5 gallon condenser, I noticed higher proof and lower flavor when adding cold water to the top of the coil and more flavor when the water got hotter. This got me to rig up a system introducing cold to the bottom while syphoning hot water from the top using a submersible pump. I later added a ball valve to the syphon to adjust the flow. The results were dramatic and proved that keeping the condenser fluid hot and progressively cooler towards the bottom produces the best flavors while keeping the alcohol percentage high.
Which brings me to this condenser pictured to the left. It's a compact version of the 5 gallon bucket and coil condenser with the ability to regulate the coolant temperature by adjusting the water flow. Slightly larger than a liebig with more coolant and 15 feet of copper tube makes this unit a nice addition to get the most from a hot running pot still.
I still haven't wrapped my head around why the coolant temperature has anything to do with flavor but I'm working on it. Ideas? Anyone?
I wonder of Popcorn Sutton knew about this?
I plan to run this thing tonight to see if I'm on the right track. I'll know in a few hours.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
I don't do windows
On or about Thanksgiving Day my computer died. I tried to boot it up and all I got was the continuous sound of my hard drive spinning up. I tried again and although the lights were on, it became painfully obvious no one was home. I tried booting from a Linux os from a flash drive and that was also a no go.
This comp was over 10 years old and horribly outdated. Any kind of repair would require an updated mother board and the processor, cooler, fans, power supply, graphics, video, RAM sticks, and lots of other stuff to make it run also needed replacement. Yeah.. time to get a new putter, alright.
I needed a comp right away and settled on a refurbished Dell from Walmart for like $100. It had what I needed to get online, including a keyboard, mouse, and a Windows 7 operating system. Hell, the os is worth that! Unfortunately, the os was pre-installed on the hard drive. What's worse is having to use a Windows operating system and even though Windows 7 is considered the best Windows os on the market, it still sucks balls.
This Dell pos is just about as exciting as Windows Millennium and clearly wasn't designed to handle anything beyond XP and they installed Win 7 only because Microshaft doesn't support XP anymore. There's no PS/2 so I can say goodbye to the trackball that's been working perfectly for the last 16 years and hello to the Microsoftporn laser mouse that will be dead in six months and an equally lame keyboard that arrived dead on arrival. That hundred dollar deal is looking like less of a bargain with each passing moment.
Now comes the fun part of taking orders from Microshaft's award winning os that everyone goes lollypops over. Setting this thing up is just as tedious as any other Windows os. I should point out that Win 7 is a little kinder than previous versions from that Microsoft line. Instead of the hip music and over the top graphics the older versions used to generate excitement for the lame shit they included in every os that no one ever uses, Win 7 is more like your elderly aunt asking you about sex. Not because she wants to know about your sex life but because she doesn't know anything about sex and wants you to tell her. I mean, this machine with it's high tech operating system, that's the envy of the civilized world, had to ask me what time it was to set the computer clock. Really? My phone knows what time it is. My Packard Bell knew what time it was. This os doesn't even know what time it is? Well, that makes me feel secure. I won't even get into how this machine feels the need to stop working whenever I go to my mail.
And security... Holy shit! Windows is like a virus magnet and the best malware, virus, security, identity theft software out there is never enough and eventually you'll be paying some guy a bundle to get the bugs out before your hard drive is toast. It's no accident Internet Explorer is the only browser you can use to download a good browser. Just using IE for the short time it took me to download Firefox made me feel scummy all over. You can't get rid of it either. Delete IE and you can say bye bye to your award winning microshaft os. Unless, of course, you had the original disk and choose not to include it with the install. Ya know, the disk I didn't get. Bastards.
Just using this comp with this os makes me feel like I'm using someone else’s computer. Each day this thing keeps telling me I need to download something to do this or that. The same program I downloaded on day one that took an hour out of my afternoon. And the constant updates... Do this, download that, and downloading updates before shutdown and after startup. Like your senile aunt telling you the same lame thing twenty times a day.
Fuck this. I'm swapping hard drives and ending this microshaft madness.
Just cause my other comp died doesn't mean I can't use it for parts so I tore into this Dell and got stuck at step one. The hard drive is under the dvd rom and it felt like it was glued in place. After 15 minutes I got out the screwdrivers and pried the thing loose, only to find the reason it was stuck was because some genius of a technician hot glued the dvd rom to the case. Oh man, this is getting better and better. The hard drive dropped right in place but that dvd was messed up and I couldn't tell if it was from the screwdriver or the hot glue. No matter, it's getting swapped too. That's when I found out these refurbished Walmart pieces of crap are cobbled together with the absolute cheapest parts on the market. Two wires fell off the power connector on the dvd and the connector was one of those crimp-type pieces of shit no one uses because they have a 100% failure rate. When I mean fell off, I mean they fell off with the slightest touch and the only way to fix it proper is to swap out the power supply along with the worthless connectors.
Before I take this thing back I might need to think up a good payback for Walmart. Maybe filling up a cart full of deli chicken and leave it near the changing rooms, or hide cold-cuts under the socks. Or maybe I can go to the site I got this machine from and leave a few comments, detailing Walmart's business practices.
Anyway, I put the wires together, closed the case, and fired it up. Much to my surprise, the Linux os, on the hard drive booted up in seconds and didn't seem to care it was in another machine. No stupid questions, no demands to download or install anything. Firefox came up fast and remembered what pages I had open before the crash and getting there was as fast as before, only it seemed I had an internet connection problem. I clicked the icon and Linux suggested my internet connection on the computer was loose. No demands, no stupid wizard with pages and pages of multiple choice questions followed by a lame question asking if any of this crap helped. Just a simple suggestion that happened to be the only solution.
I feel like I got my computer back and this Dell isn't all that bad, once I got rid of that Windblows filth and got a proper operating system.
Here's something to consider... Sony Pictures, victim of the mega hack attack last week, uses Window machines. NSA uses Linux. Which computer system do you think is more secure?
This comp was over 10 years old and horribly outdated. Any kind of repair would require an updated mother board and the processor, cooler, fans, power supply, graphics, video, RAM sticks, and lots of other stuff to make it run also needed replacement. Yeah.. time to get a new putter, alright.
I needed a comp right away and settled on a refurbished Dell from Walmart for like $100. It had what I needed to get online, including a keyboard, mouse, and a Windows 7 operating system. Hell, the os is worth that! Unfortunately, the os was pre-installed on the hard drive. What's worse is having to use a Windows operating system and even though Windows 7 is considered the best Windows os on the market, it still sucks balls.
This Dell pos is just about as exciting as Windows Millennium and clearly wasn't designed to handle anything beyond XP and they installed Win 7 only because Microshaft doesn't support XP anymore. There's no PS/2 so I can say goodbye to the trackball that's been working perfectly for the last 16 years and hello to the Microsoftporn laser mouse that will be dead in six months and an equally lame keyboard that arrived dead on arrival. That hundred dollar deal is looking like less of a bargain with each passing moment.
Now comes the fun part of taking orders from Microshaft's award winning os that everyone goes lollypops over. Setting this thing up is just as tedious as any other Windows os. I should point out that Win 7 is a little kinder than previous versions from that Microsoft line. Instead of the hip music and over the top graphics the older versions used to generate excitement for the lame shit they included in every os that no one ever uses, Win 7 is more like your elderly aunt asking you about sex. Not because she wants to know about your sex life but because she doesn't know anything about sex and wants you to tell her. I mean, this machine with it's high tech operating system, that's the envy of the civilized world, had to ask me what time it was to set the computer clock. Really? My phone knows what time it is. My Packard Bell knew what time it was. This os doesn't even know what time it is? Well, that makes me feel secure. I won't even get into how this machine feels the need to stop working whenever I go to my mail.
And security... Holy shit! Windows is like a virus magnet and the best malware, virus, security, identity theft software out there is never enough and eventually you'll be paying some guy a bundle to get the bugs out before your hard drive is toast. It's no accident Internet Explorer is the only browser you can use to download a good browser. Just using IE for the short time it took me to download Firefox made me feel scummy all over. You can't get rid of it either. Delete IE and you can say bye bye to your award winning microshaft os. Unless, of course, you had the original disk and choose not to include it with the install. Ya know, the disk I didn't get. Bastards.
Just using this comp with this os makes me feel like I'm using someone else’s computer. Each day this thing keeps telling me I need to download something to do this or that. The same program I downloaded on day one that took an hour out of my afternoon. And the constant updates... Do this, download that, and downloading updates before shutdown and after startup. Like your senile aunt telling you the same lame thing twenty times a day.
Fuck this. I'm swapping hard drives and ending this microshaft madness.
Just cause my other comp died doesn't mean I can't use it for parts so I tore into this Dell and got stuck at step one. The hard drive is under the dvd rom and it felt like it was glued in place. After 15 minutes I got out the screwdrivers and pried the thing loose, only to find the reason it was stuck was because some genius of a technician hot glued the dvd rom to the case. Oh man, this is getting better and better. The hard drive dropped right in place but that dvd was messed up and I couldn't tell if it was from the screwdriver or the hot glue. No matter, it's getting swapped too. That's when I found out these refurbished Walmart pieces of crap are cobbled together with the absolute cheapest parts on the market. Two wires fell off the power connector on the dvd and the connector was one of those crimp-type pieces of shit no one uses because they have a 100% failure rate. When I mean fell off, I mean they fell off with the slightest touch and the only way to fix it proper is to swap out the power supply along with the worthless connectors.
Before I take this thing back I might need to think up a good payback for Walmart. Maybe filling up a cart full of deli chicken and leave it near the changing rooms, or hide cold-cuts under the socks. Or maybe I can go to the site I got this machine from and leave a few comments, detailing Walmart's business practices.
Anyway, I put the wires together, closed the case, and fired it up. Much to my surprise, the Linux os, on the hard drive booted up in seconds and didn't seem to care it was in another machine. No stupid questions, no demands to download or install anything. Firefox came up fast and remembered what pages I had open before the crash and getting there was as fast as before, only it seemed I had an internet connection problem. I clicked the icon and Linux suggested my internet connection on the computer was loose. No demands, no stupid wizard with pages and pages of multiple choice questions followed by a lame question asking if any of this crap helped. Just a simple suggestion that happened to be the only solution.I feel like I got my computer back and this Dell isn't all that bad, once I got rid of that Windblows filth and got a proper operating system.
Here's something to consider... Sony Pictures, victim of the mega hack attack last week, uses Window machines. NSA uses Linux. Which computer system do you think is more secure?
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
bumping the storm
Starting tomorrow, November 26, we're supposed to get hammered with 6 inches of snow from the noreaster coming up from the southern US. At least, that's what all the weather men are saying. And I do mean ALL of them, as if every, single one of these guys looked out the window, researched their Farmer's Almanacs, and came to the same conclusion as to how much, when, and where all this snow will be dumped. No straying from the herd here. These weather guys all swing in the same direction and stick to their collective prognostications every bit as solid as the Ferguson protesters. The core of human herd mentality for your mass media entertainment.
Anyone who has landed on this site in the past can probably guess this has something to do with weather, and right you are. I mean, whenever the weatherman says something like 100% chance of this or that, I take it as a challenge and start looking for fresh batteries to fire up the cloudbuster and do my best to reduce his weather forecasting average to less than 40%.
I brought up a weather map of the east coast and, sure enough, there's a massive noreaster heading this way from the south and it's going to make getting around a little ugly for all those folks travelling for Thanksgiving.
What you see on the left is the configuration I've been using instead of the original cone for the central core. This device is a 1" diameter copper pipe, three feet long, filled with insulated orgonite with a 3" DT crystal taped to the business end with aluminum tape. The 8' galvanized stove pipe (not shown) completes the CB.
A frequency generator set at 14Hz powers up the field generator, which happens to be the same one I've had on this unit since I first put it together five years ago.
Has it really been that long? I can't believe I not only have the same basic design but the same damn parts! It just goes to show how versatile this thing can be. I must've swapped out every part a dozen times attempting to improve it while keeping the same field generator, even though it's five generations behind the stuff I'm working on now. I suppose I should consider a field generator upgrade but that can wait til spring. I got some nasty weather to deal with and turkey day is the day after tomorrow.
Around 4pm, I fired up the CB and pointed it south south-west in an attempt to divert the storm away from this area. According to the weather maps, it looks like I'll be adjusting the dish a little more to try and bump this storm east of here before going to bed.
Sorry Philly.
I'll keep ya posted.
Anyone who has landed on this site in the past can probably guess this has something to do with weather, and right you are. I mean, whenever the weatherman says something like 100% chance of this or that, I take it as a challenge and start looking for fresh batteries to fire up the cloudbuster and do my best to reduce his weather forecasting average to less than 40%.
I brought up a weather map of the east coast and, sure enough, there's a massive noreaster heading this way from the south and it's going to make getting around a little ugly for all those folks travelling for Thanksgiving.
A frequency generator set at 14Hz powers up the field generator, which happens to be the same one I've had on this unit since I first put it together five years ago.
Has it really been that long? I can't believe I not only have the same basic design but the same damn parts! It just goes to show how versatile this thing can be. I must've swapped out every part a dozen times attempting to improve it while keeping the same field generator, even though it's five generations behind the stuff I'm working on now. I suppose I should consider a field generator upgrade but that can wait til spring. I got some nasty weather to deal with and turkey day is the day after tomorrow.
Around 4pm, I fired up the CB and pointed it south south-west in an attempt to divert the storm away from this area. According to the weather maps, it looks like I'll be adjusting the dish a little more to try and bump this storm east of here before going to bed.
Sorry Philly.
I'll keep ya posted.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
an orgonite discovery
From the time I made my first orgonite biscuit I've had some kind of orgonite in the bedroom to see how it affects my sleep. I figured during sleep I'd have no preconceived notions and be more open to subtle changes. Placing the piece under the bed was a no-brainer.
My dreams and sleep patterns have never been the same. What used to be ordinary dreams of stories and things I know has been replaced with orgone enhanced dreams that focus on instruction, learning, and the wildest stuff even my fertile imagination could never conceive. Most of these dreams are so out of the bounds of reality that there's no frame of reference in my awake state to hold the thought much more than a few moments after waking. Too weird to compare them to anything familiar.
It's not just the difference in dream subject matter that's affected by orgonite but there's an unmistakable feeling or flavor in orgone enhanced sleep that's impossible to describe. There are no words that can accurately describe it but I can tell when it's there and miss it if it's not.
Now, there's a guy I saw on YouTube who claims the negative energy enters orgonite through the bottom and exits through the top as healthy energy. That's what this stuff is supposed to do, transmute DOR into POR. He also claims the DOR, or bad energy, accumulates and concentrates at the base and spreads out horizontally, potentially making orgonite unhealthy if placed on a night stand, dresser, or any other surface at head level while you sleep.
Interesting theory but my own observations lead me to believe this might not be completely accurate. It's worth investigating so I set up a simple experiment by putting all the orgonite in the bedroom on the floor to see what happens.
The first night, although I had a deep, restful sleep, I had a total absence of dreams, or at least I couldn't remember having any. This continued for a week and each night was as uneventful as the one before. There were a few dreams about ordinary stuff but nothing to write home about. In other words, sleep time became boring and I remembered why I used to stay up late and wake up early before I got into nocturnal orgonite enhancement... Sleep is just a waste of time.
I was getting enough restful sleep, which should be a good thing, but I noticed little changes during the day that made my workday seem longer and more like a chore. The little bits of bullshit I used to take in stride became more pronounced and bothersome and I found little joy in my work. Even my free time lacked inspiration and surfing the internet gave me the feeling there were trillions of web sites and no place to go.
On the seventh day I remembered the experiment and realized I completely forgot I put all the orgonite on the floor. I dutifully returned the units to where I had them before and went to bed, like it was just another lacklustre chore I had to put up with.
The next morning I opened my eyes and sat straight up in bed, like someone lit a fire under my ass. A notebook in one hand and a pen in the other and my head was still full of multi-dimensional mother ships, huge, yellowish, bell shaped things, slow motion missile strikes in Nebraska, bodies in a box of dirt getting ready for a wedding, waterboarding vending machines, Helen Keller action figures, unfamiliar dream people, forms without fleshy substance, vagal stimulation is as effective as LSD, and tons of other stuff my waking brain was unable to hold on to as it all slipped into forgetfulness. Now, THAT was an orgone enhanced dream!
I spent the next week repeating the experiment and each night's dreams were weirder then the one before. The changes in my awake hours were equally dramatic. Work was more fun and those bits of corporate bullshit that bothered me so much are now something to laugh at because I can do this stuff standing on my head. I'm a leaf on the wind, a bending reed, and if these guys want to get me down they need to try harder. I no longer walked at work. I strode, strutted, stretched my legs, stepped up my gait, put a spring in my step, and when it was time to smell the roses I strolled. Multi-tasking? Are you serious, dude? I can do that in my sleep! Literally.
It didn't take long to formulate a theory. The guy who said orgonite placed on the night stand was bad, didn't take into consideration that orgonite might do a better job at pulling negative energy than we can. The close proximity of the DOR pulling base to a prone body might extract all that negative crap we collect through the day and transmute it to healthy, life-enhancing energy. This might account for my physical, mental, and emotional improvements compared to the orgone-free week before. I'm discounting the placebo effect because I had completely forgotten about the experiment. I expected nothing from this experiment because it wasn't on my mind. The only change is the orgonite placement. I suppose I can repeat the experiment for another week but that will have to wait. I'm having way too much fun right now to go back to normal life.
That's it! The reason my dreams were boring and uneventful and being awake totally sucked the life out of me was because, for the first time in many years, I was normal, ordinary, bland, banal, just like damn near everyone else I know. Only, in my case, it was sudden and abrupt and I felt what it was like to be transformed into a normal, ordinary guy in hours instead of working on it for a whole lifetime like everyone else.
Knowing this fills me with sorrow and pity for the human race and I can now understand why most people don't even realize they inhabit a prison planet.
As anyone into this stuff can tell you, orgonite is the key to your prison door and it took me a week to get first hand proof.
Just thinking about this gives me the chills and makes me want to make some high quality HHGs for people who so desperately need them. I figure if you got this far you might be interested in the next line.
Just ask and I'll send you something that will change your life for the better, FREE.
It's not enough to get the good energy in from an HHG under the bed but equally important to get the bad stuff out as well.
Like a de-tox for your soul.
My dreams and sleep patterns have never been the same. What used to be ordinary dreams of stories and things I know has been replaced with orgone enhanced dreams that focus on instruction, learning, and the wildest stuff even my fertile imagination could never conceive. Most of these dreams are so out of the bounds of reality that there's no frame of reference in my awake state to hold the thought much more than a few moments after waking. Too weird to compare them to anything familiar.
It's not just the difference in dream subject matter that's affected by orgonite but there's an unmistakable feeling or flavor in orgone enhanced sleep that's impossible to describe. There are no words that can accurately describe it but I can tell when it's there and miss it if it's not.
Now, there's a guy I saw on YouTube who claims the negative energy enters orgonite through the bottom and exits through the top as healthy energy. That's what this stuff is supposed to do, transmute DOR into POR. He also claims the DOR, or bad energy, accumulates and concentrates at the base and spreads out horizontally, potentially making orgonite unhealthy if placed on a night stand, dresser, or any other surface at head level while you sleep.
Interesting theory but my own observations lead me to believe this might not be completely accurate. It's worth investigating so I set up a simple experiment by putting all the orgonite in the bedroom on the floor to see what happens.
The first night, although I had a deep, restful sleep, I had a total absence of dreams, or at least I couldn't remember having any. This continued for a week and each night was as uneventful as the one before. There were a few dreams about ordinary stuff but nothing to write home about. In other words, sleep time became boring and I remembered why I used to stay up late and wake up early before I got into nocturnal orgonite enhancement... Sleep is just a waste of time.
I was getting enough restful sleep, which should be a good thing, but I noticed little changes during the day that made my workday seem longer and more like a chore. The little bits of bullshit I used to take in stride became more pronounced and bothersome and I found little joy in my work. Even my free time lacked inspiration and surfing the internet gave me the feeling there were trillions of web sites and no place to go.
On the seventh day I remembered the experiment and realized I completely forgot I put all the orgonite on the floor. I dutifully returned the units to where I had them before and went to bed, like it was just another lacklustre chore I had to put up with.
The next morning I opened my eyes and sat straight up in bed, like someone lit a fire under my ass. A notebook in one hand and a pen in the other and my head was still full of multi-dimensional mother ships, huge, yellowish, bell shaped things, slow motion missile strikes in Nebraska, bodies in a box of dirt getting ready for a wedding, waterboarding vending machines, Helen Keller action figures, unfamiliar dream people, forms without fleshy substance, vagal stimulation is as effective as LSD, and tons of other stuff my waking brain was unable to hold on to as it all slipped into forgetfulness. Now, THAT was an orgone enhanced dream!
I spent the next week repeating the experiment and each night's dreams were weirder then the one before. The changes in my awake hours were equally dramatic. Work was more fun and those bits of corporate bullshit that bothered me so much are now something to laugh at because I can do this stuff standing on my head. I'm a leaf on the wind, a bending reed, and if these guys want to get me down they need to try harder. I no longer walked at work. I strode, strutted, stretched my legs, stepped up my gait, put a spring in my step, and when it was time to smell the roses I strolled. Multi-tasking? Are you serious, dude? I can do that in my sleep! Literally.
It didn't take long to formulate a theory. The guy who said orgonite placed on the night stand was bad, didn't take into consideration that orgonite might do a better job at pulling negative energy than we can. The close proximity of the DOR pulling base to a prone body might extract all that negative crap we collect through the day and transmute it to healthy, life-enhancing energy. This might account for my physical, mental, and emotional improvements compared to the orgone-free week before. I'm discounting the placebo effect because I had completely forgotten about the experiment. I expected nothing from this experiment because it wasn't on my mind. The only change is the orgonite placement. I suppose I can repeat the experiment for another week but that will have to wait. I'm having way too much fun right now to go back to normal life.
That's it! The reason my dreams were boring and uneventful and being awake totally sucked the life out of me was because, for the first time in many years, I was normal, ordinary, bland, banal, just like damn near everyone else I know. Only, in my case, it was sudden and abrupt and I felt what it was like to be transformed into a normal, ordinary guy in hours instead of working on it for a whole lifetime like everyone else.
Knowing this fills me with sorrow and pity for the human race and I can now understand why most people don't even realize they inhabit a prison planet.
As anyone into this stuff can tell you, orgonite is the key to your prison door and it took me a week to get first hand proof.
Just thinking about this gives me the chills and makes me want to make some high quality HHGs for people who so desperately need them. I figure if you got this far you might be interested in the next line.
Just ask and I'll send you something that will change your life for the better, FREE.
It's not enough to get the good energy in from an HHG under the bed but equally important to get the bad stuff out as well.
Like a de-tox for your soul.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
ready for the cold and ebola season?
It's that time of the year when Uncle Sam brings out a new boogie man. Bird flu, Swine flu, anthrax have all run their course with threats and warnings about pandemics and plagues in an attempt to get everyone inoculated with the latest round of vaccines. This time it's Ebola, the nastiest virus modern science managed to produce, just in time for Halloween.
Every day a new story comes out how whole hospitals are wiped out from contact with the wrong patient. Ya think AIDS was bad? This stuff you can get from a door knob and die within weeks without the benefit of getting laid to get it. Not to worry because the same guys that invented Ebola are working real hard on a vaccine to cure it. It should be in Walmart by black friday.
Believe it or not, there is a cure for Ebola but no one wants to talk about it.
Formerly classified documents obtained from the U.S. Department of Defence (DOD) reveal that antimicrobial silver solutions like the kind Natural Solutions Foundation is trying to deliver to Africa have proven benefits in fighting Ebola and other forms of hemorrhagic fever. Research conducted by the DOD and several other federal agencies back in 2008 confirmed this, though health regulators largely ignored it.
A presentation entitled "Silver Nanoparticles Neutralize Hemorrhagic Fever Viruses," which revealed exactly what its name suggests, was buried and kept secret for years. In essence, investigators determined that simple silver solutions neutralize viruses like Arenavirus and Filovirus, both of which are related to Ebola.
Interestingly, the research was conducted with the backing of the DOD's Defence Threat Reduction Agency (DTRA) and the U.S. Strategic Command Center for Combating Weapons of Mass Destruction. A presentation was given by researchers from the Applied Biotechnology Branch, 711th Human Performance Wing of the Air Force Research Laboratory.
I think that's pretty noteworthy, and so do a lot of other people who sent shipments of 10PPM colloidal silver to Sierra Leone to help counter the Ebola epidemic. Unfortunately, these shipments have all been sent back by order of the WHO, three times. Natural Solutions Foundation sent the shipments after the WHO announced any experimental help was needed. The shipments never got past Paris.
Why would WHO refuse the application of colloidal silver for Ebola patients when dozens of studies show its effectiveness in fighting this horrible disease?
Why indeed. Could there be a political agenda to let all these people die a horrible death? Ya think it might have something to do with the massive profits the pharmaceutical companies will rake in when WHO orders every human being on the planet to get the vaccine? Is this finally the out of control plague the people in charge have been itching for? How does a very contagious pandemic fit in to the upcoming world wide economic collapse? Is this the start of a radical depopulation effort?
Homeland Security recently purchased billions of rounds of ammo. Many CIA personnel, mid-level government bureaucrats, people in the know, and ex-patriots who saw the writing on the wall have left the U.S. to relocate to S. America. Obama has gone out of his way to keep the southern borders open and the planes flying Ebola carriers in and out of the country, unchecked. The basic essentials, like haz-mat suits you'd expect to see when the cops bust a meth lab, are almost non-existent in Dallas and anywhere else that has an international airport with direct flights from Liberia. It's starting to make sense why they built all those FEMA camps years ago.
So, what's gonna happen? Maybe a containment drill to quarantine a city like Dallas. Maybe nothing at all if everyone hurries to Walmart for their free shots. Or maybe it'll be the start of the zombie apocalypse with us as the zombies. This might solve the problem of American soldiers refusing to shoot American citizens. Kinda changes things if they die if they get too close. Shoot from a distance and don't take chances.
Already we learned a lot from African nations with Ebola. No one shakes hands or touches anyone. No one stands next to anyone at the bus stop and no one wants to stand in line. Your friends, family, or neighbours could be contagious and not even know it or show symptoms. Going to the market or to work could be deadly and issolation is your best means of survival.
This non-touching isolation lifestyle we'll be forced to adopt would eliminate freedom of assembly and protests, destroy any business that has to do with money and human contact, and the persistent elimination of human contact would reduce the remaining survivors to apathetic zombies without the will to live. When the economy finally goes belly up they can blame the whole thing on Ebola and let the disease run it's course. When things settle down, they'll emerge from their bunkers and introduce the new world economic plan we've all been waiting for.
But then again, it's probably just another hoax like Sandy Hook.
BTW, I'm making 10 PPM colloidal silver, in my spare time. Just let me know before you start bleeding from the eyes.
Every day a new story comes out how whole hospitals are wiped out from contact with the wrong patient. Ya think AIDS was bad? This stuff you can get from a door knob and die within weeks without the benefit of getting laid to get it. Not to worry because the same guys that invented Ebola are working real hard on a vaccine to cure it. It should be in Walmart by black friday.
Believe it or not, there is a cure for Ebola but no one wants to talk about it.
Formerly classified documents obtained from the U.S. Department of Defence (DOD) reveal that antimicrobial silver solutions like the kind Natural Solutions Foundation is trying to deliver to Africa have proven benefits in fighting Ebola and other forms of hemorrhagic fever. Research conducted by the DOD and several other federal agencies back in 2008 confirmed this, though health regulators largely ignored it.
A presentation entitled "Silver Nanoparticles Neutralize Hemorrhagic Fever Viruses," which revealed exactly what its name suggests, was buried and kept secret for years. In essence, investigators determined that simple silver solutions neutralize viruses like Arenavirus and Filovirus, both of which are related to Ebola.
Interestingly, the research was conducted with the backing of the DOD's Defence Threat Reduction Agency (DTRA) and the U.S. Strategic Command Center for Combating Weapons of Mass Destruction. A presentation was given by researchers from the Applied Biotechnology Branch, 711th Human Performance Wing of the Air Force Research Laboratory.
I think that's pretty noteworthy, and so do a lot of other people who sent shipments of 10PPM colloidal silver to Sierra Leone to help counter the Ebola epidemic. Unfortunately, these shipments have all been sent back by order of the WHO, three times. Natural Solutions Foundation sent the shipments after the WHO announced any experimental help was needed. The shipments never got past Paris.
Why would WHO refuse the application of colloidal silver for Ebola patients when dozens of studies show its effectiveness in fighting this horrible disease?
Why indeed. Could there be a political agenda to let all these people die a horrible death? Ya think it might have something to do with the massive profits the pharmaceutical companies will rake in when WHO orders every human being on the planet to get the vaccine? Is this finally the out of control plague the people in charge have been itching for? How does a very contagious pandemic fit in to the upcoming world wide economic collapse? Is this the start of a radical depopulation effort?
Homeland Security recently purchased billions of rounds of ammo. Many CIA personnel, mid-level government bureaucrats, people in the know, and ex-patriots who saw the writing on the wall have left the U.S. to relocate to S. America. Obama has gone out of his way to keep the southern borders open and the planes flying Ebola carriers in and out of the country, unchecked. The basic essentials, like haz-mat suits you'd expect to see when the cops bust a meth lab, are almost non-existent in Dallas and anywhere else that has an international airport with direct flights from Liberia. It's starting to make sense why they built all those FEMA camps years ago.
So, what's gonna happen? Maybe a containment drill to quarantine a city like Dallas. Maybe nothing at all if everyone hurries to Walmart for their free shots. Or maybe it'll be the start of the zombie apocalypse with us as the zombies. This might solve the problem of American soldiers refusing to shoot American citizens. Kinda changes things if they die if they get too close. Shoot from a distance and don't take chances.
Already we learned a lot from African nations with Ebola. No one shakes hands or touches anyone. No one stands next to anyone at the bus stop and no one wants to stand in line. Your friends, family, or neighbours could be contagious and not even know it or show symptoms. Going to the market or to work could be deadly and issolation is your best means of survival.
This non-touching isolation lifestyle we'll be forced to adopt would eliminate freedom of assembly and protests, destroy any business that has to do with money and human contact, and the persistent elimination of human contact would reduce the remaining survivors to apathetic zombies without the will to live. When the economy finally goes belly up they can blame the whole thing on Ebola and let the disease run it's course. When things settle down, they'll emerge from their bunkers and introduce the new world economic plan we've all been waiting for.
But then again, it's probably just another hoax like Sandy Hook.
BTW, I'm making 10 PPM colloidal silver, in my spare time. Just let me know before you start bleeding from the eyes.
kill the messenger... or not
Edward Snowden. Patriot, whistle blower, traitor. A year and a half ago, Ed secured a bunch of top secret stuff from the NSA computers that included everything from surveillance programs to long range plans to completely control the hearts and minds of every human on Earth, starting with American citizens and everyone with a phone or address. He managed to get out of the country unnoticed and launched his truth campaign on a TV interview from Hong Kong. On the run, with CIA and NSA hot on his heels, he landed in Russia just before the State Department cancelled his passport, preventing him from leaving. Every now and then, another top secret plan is released by Snowden that makes phone tapping pale by comparison.
The information he provided wasn't much of a secret. This stuff was all over the news for years. All Snowden did was validate it with the voice of authority and someone in the know. Yep, Ed is a true patriot, willing to give up everything for truth, justice, and the American way. A man without a country, hunted by every alphabet department the U.S. of A. can muster before Ed completely spills the beans, opens all the cans of worms, and blows the lid off our most precious secrets designed to keep Americans safe in a hostile world. One man against the best and the brightest minds in the intelligence community, with unlimited resources, who will never stop until Ed Snowden is captured, isolated, and water-boarded every day until the end of time for his heinous transgressions against the world's guardians of truth, justice, and freedom. But... On the other hand, he broke his contract with the government to never tell anyone what he found in their files. That's a 40 year sentence, right there. That pretty much explains why Ed is still in Russia with a revoked passport.
Clearly, Ed isn't doing as good as he once was. The Russian idea of luxury is better food, a large apartment, the best vodka, and lots of Russian babes. That's quite a change from living in Hawaii with his stripper girlfriend and a six figure income. Since Ed doesn't drink, it's a safe bet he never had a taste of Russian vodka, reducing his luxuries to decent food and a nice place to live with some carefully chosen babes to keep him company.
The world seems divided on what Ed is. Either patriot or traitor, saint or sinner, and no grey area between these polar opposites. I think there's a third option I don't hear on the main stream media, and if the MSM doesn't mention it, it's only because we're not supposed to know about it. All the more reason to explore it.
The big question is, why don't they just go get him if they want him so bad? They know where he is and tracked his movements from day one. A third rate private dick could find this guy and it should be a no-brainer if they can pinpoint the city. Everyone on the planet knows he's somewhere near Moscow. If they haven't gotten him by now, it only means they have no intention to get him, right?
My point is, Ed Snowden is still on the CIA payroll doing the job they sent him out to do. The cover story is he became an ex-patriot after discovering our freedoms were in danger after going through the NSA's files as a contractor. He gave up his life in paradise to become hunted by Big Brother's thugs in a vane attempt to let the world know what's really happening.
The reality is, Ed Snowden is a CIA operative directed to leak information on a timely basis to keep alive the idea we are all being watched by Big Brother and there's nothing we can do about it. A program that secretly reads your emails, records your phone conversations and texts, and tracks your internet surfing is meaningless if it's kept secret. Snowden is the voice of the man in the know. The authority that discloses top secrets, at the appropriate times, to remind us all that they can see us when we're sleeping, and know when we're awake, and know if we've been bad or good so be good goodness sake. He's truthful and honest and the proof is what he gave up for us. His motives can be questioned and debated but the information he releases can only be the truth. The narrative is the message and it's the one element that's taken as undisputed fact while the main focus is on whether he's a saint or sinner.
I gotta hand it to these guys. The plan is brilliant and it's doing just what it's supposed to do. Get the whole world in an uproar and choose one of two sides and fight over the reward or punishment of the messenger while fully accepting whatever narrative the messenger discloses. He's a hero, he's a traitor.
At least I know for sure my phones are tapped and I'm grateful for that.
The information he provided wasn't much of a secret. This stuff was all over the news for years. All Snowden did was validate it with the voice of authority and someone in the know. Yep, Ed is a true patriot, willing to give up everything for truth, justice, and the American way. A man without a country, hunted by every alphabet department the U.S. of A. can muster before Ed completely spills the beans, opens all the cans of worms, and blows the lid off our most precious secrets designed to keep Americans safe in a hostile world. One man against the best and the brightest minds in the intelligence community, with unlimited resources, who will never stop until Ed Snowden is captured, isolated, and water-boarded every day until the end of time for his heinous transgressions against the world's guardians of truth, justice, and freedom. But... On the other hand, he broke his contract with the government to never tell anyone what he found in their files. That's a 40 year sentence, right there. That pretty much explains why Ed is still in Russia with a revoked passport.
Clearly, Ed isn't doing as good as he once was. The Russian idea of luxury is better food, a large apartment, the best vodka, and lots of Russian babes. That's quite a change from living in Hawaii with his stripper girlfriend and a six figure income. Since Ed doesn't drink, it's a safe bet he never had a taste of Russian vodka, reducing his luxuries to decent food and a nice place to live with some carefully chosen babes to keep him company.
The world seems divided on what Ed is. Either patriot or traitor, saint or sinner, and no grey area between these polar opposites. I think there's a third option I don't hear on the main stream media, and if the MSM doesn't mention it, it's only because we're not supposed to know about it. All the more reason to explore it.
The big question is, why don't they just go get him if they want him so bad? They know where he is and tracked his movements from day one. A third rate private dick could find this guy and it should be a no-brainer if they can pinpoint the city. Everyone on the planet knows he's somewhere near Moscow. If they haven't gotten him by now, it only means they have no intention to get him, right?
My point is, Ed Snowden is still on the CIA payroll doing the job they sent him out to do. The cover story is he became an ex-patriot after discovering our freedoms were in danger after going through the NSA's files as a contractor. He gave up his life in paradise to become hunted by Big Brother's thugs in a vane attempt to let the world know what's really happening.
The reality is, Ed Snowden is a CIA operative directed to leak information on a timely basis to keep alive the idea we are all being watched by Big Brother and there's nothing we can do about it. A program that secretly reads your emails, records your phone conversations and texts, and tracks your internet surfing is meaningless if it's kept secret. Snowden is the voice of the man in the know. The authority that discloses top secrets, at the appropriate times, to remind us all that they can see us when we're sleeping, and know when we're awake, and know if we've been bad or good so be good goodness sake. He's truthful and honest and the proof is what he gave up for us. His motives can be questioned and debated but the information he releases can only be the truth. The narrative is the message and it's the one element that's taken as undisputed fact while the main focus is on whether he's a saint or sinner.
I gotta hand it to these guys. The plan is brilliant and it's doing just what it's supposed to do. Get the whole world in an uproar and choose one of two sides and fight over the reward or punishment of the messenger while fully accepting whatever narrative the messenger discloses. He's a hero, he's a traitor.
At least I know for sure my phones are tapped and I'm grateful for that.
Tuesday, October 07, 2014
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