Halloween '07

Mackes Aurelius Alrightus Caesar saw fit to grace The Annual Halloween Drunkards Fest this year. The weather was perfect, the guests were the best and the food and fluids flowed in abundance. A great time for all and the wonderful vibes were unmistakeably orgone enhanced. Multiple orgone devices were in place all around the property with an orgone field generator pumping high alpha waves from the garage to the party in the loft above and everyone got to take home their very own TB as a party favor. We had a fire out back, a dummy in the driveway and a rather diverse crowd who were just so cool. Even George Bush provided us with some good photo ops. Everyone knew a lot of people but no one knew everyone, which is just the way a great party should be. It made the place sing.

An interesting note... We discovered if you put your cell phone over the orgone field generator the signal strength goes up from 1 to 3 bars. Hmmmmmmmm.........

alpha pyramid

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

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

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

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

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

dreams

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

winter forcast

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

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


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

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

orgonite cartridges

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

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

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