gifting the grid

In earlier posts I pointed out how this five gallon thing I built kicks out some very extreme power and I mentioned more than once that I didn't have a clue what I was going to do with it.  Like a unit without a purpose.

Last night, as I sat on the back porch with my rum and spiced cider, it occurred to me that Halloween might be a good day to fire up the Mofo and patch it directly into the grid.

I set the frequency generator at a square wave 432Hz signal, ramped it up with a 12v amp, and added a tensor ring for a steroid effect.

Patching it to the grid was the easiest part.  I just took an extension cord, clipped off the female end, separated the leads, taped the ends, and wrapped the two wires around the top column, where all this energy is flowing, and plugged it into an outlet.

Alternating current, which is what comes out of your electrical outlets, reverses polarity 60 times a second.  This allows electricity to flow both ways.  If you had a method of generating more electricity than you use, such as windmills or solar panels, the surplus electricity would flow in the opposite direction and the electric company would be sending you a check.  There's more to it than that but that's the general principal.

Setting up the Mofo in this fashion allows me to imbue the electricity flowing through this residence, and by extension, the neighborhood, and theoretically, the whole power grid with the most awesome energy this unit kicks out.

Since this Mofo is basically a five gallon succor punch with 600' of mobius coil wire with an amped up frequency of 432Hz, it seems fitting to program it with an intention.  A big unit requires a big intention so I programmed it to wake up the rest of humanity that's still asleep and collectively usher in a new age of spiritual enhancement, free energy, and universal love.

Like water, AC electricity touches all shores and anointing the power grid in this way could have a profoundly positive influence on every residence, business, prison complex, government agency, and life form its power lines reach.

Let's see if there's any profound changes in the next two weeks.  At the risk of sounding overly optimistic, my guess it'll be nothing short of absolute awesome!

life is but a dream

“...all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.” - Bill Hicks

it's all in the water

I ran a batch of scotch a few weeks ago and set it on light toasted French oak for about two weeks at 130 proof.  The result was less than expected.  It tasted like regular whiskey to me, not the unique iodine flavored ambrosia scotch drinkers are fond of.  I did everything the right way.  Peat malted barley simmered in water for an hour followed by soaking in 2 gallons of cool water for another hour.  Set to ferment for a couple weeks and ran through a pot still and thumper to a consistent 130 proof.  Adding well water to bring the proof to 86 produced a good whiskey but it wasn't scotch.

Three regions in Scotland produce whiskey in much the same way.  The pot stills used are pretty much interchangeable and the basic ferment procedure is identical, as well as casking, ageing, and everything else that goes into producing a fine scotch whiskey.   But all three regions produce a scotch that has a flavor profile unique to the area in which it was produced.  The only difference is the water.

The fact is, there IS a difference in water.  Not so much in the distilling, but in the water added after distilling to adjust the proof.  It's the lime water in Kentucky that makes the best bourbon and the best scotch is made from water flowing over red granite and peat bogs.  That's a good place to start.

I made a solution of well water and pickling lime and let it settle for a week and added 20cc of this lime water to three quarts of water.  I then made a tea of peat moss and water and added 20cc of this solution to the three quarts.  Adding this cloned water to proof the scotch made all the difference in the world.  The hint of smoke and tones of unripened fruit with that unique scotch signature was all there with the added benefit of a smooth, creamy, lingering finish.  This is some good shit here, if I do say so myself.

Much more than crafting a decent scotch, I proved to myself that water is as important to the equation as mash, temperature, or any other distilling parameter. 
I guess there was a reason I never got around to proofing that last batch of bourbon.  I was just waiting for some cloned Kentucky lime water.  

            

and the winner is...

Anyone see the second debate?  If you happened to see it, you wouldn't be questioning what the second debate was.  It would be drilled into your grey matter like the shot heard round the world.
For those who haven't seen it, I'll give a brief summation. 

Trump kicked Hillary's ass.  He eviscerated her.  He gutted her like a pig.  He cut her off at the knees, disembowelled her, and dragged her dead corpse around the stage like Achilles dragged Hector around Troy.  To the Trump supporters, it was sweeter than Yoo Hoo.  To Hillary's people, it was like getting ass fucked by a gorilla.  To the mainstream media, Trump got a modest win, just enough to keep him in the race.

Modest win my ass!  Trump outed Bill Clinton as a serial rapist and Hillary as his enabler.  He invited five of Bill's rape victims to the debate with a front row seat.  Solid proof he's not a controlled opposition NWO puppet to give Hillary the win.  The look on Bill's face was priceless.  This was the look of fear, defeat, and humiliation.

So, what brought on this vicious attack from Trump?  It was a direct result of Hillary and the moderators taking turns attacking Trump based on a recorded, private conversation between Billy Bush and Trump eleven years ago.  Trump was talking, one on one, about how bimbos are so attracted to rich, successful, and powerful men that you can do almost anything without complaint, including kissing them and grabbing their pussies.
 
To most normal people this is just locker room talk between guys.  To the rich and famous, this is an occupational hazard.  Very few men are equipped to fight off the hoards of gold digging whores the rich and famous put up with on a daily basis.  A guy working at Home Depot wants to get laid just as much as a rock star but whores don't care about lumber.  But as soon as he wins the lottery, the whores come out of the woodwork, faces painted, skirts on, ready to jump on his dick right in front of his wife.  Ask Tiger Woods about his gold digging ex-wife who got a quarter of a billion dollars in settlements because Tiger succumbed to the temptation of another gold digging whore.  We're talking about whores, people.  Their everywhere and they can ruin your life in seven minutes or less.

When Trump was talking to Billy about grabbing women he wasn't talking about women in general but a sub-class of women who find this kind of behaviour not only acceptable but encouraged, as long as it's from a rich and famous male.
Trump is the epitome of an alpha male.  Rich, successful, famous, and self confident.  He spent his whole life navigating through mine fields of gold digging whores.  His conversation with Billy Bush was nothing more than a brief, matter of fact explanation of the epidemic of gold digging whores who are attracted to guys like Trump, using sex as a weapon to trap their prey.
 
To Trump, gold digging whores are just as much an occupational hazard as sugary sweets are to beauty queens and super models.  Ya think the most beautiful women on the planet are attracted to Henry Kissinger?  Bill Clinton had sex with thousands of bimbos with only a handful who took offence.  Even Arnold got chopped in half by his gold digging maid.  How can anyone judge what it's like to be tempted at that level?  The fact that Trump managed to avoid the constant onslaught of high level gold digging whores and avoid going to the cleaners, like so many other men who lost everything, tells me he's a better man than anyone I ever knew.  Now, this is something the MSN and high level pundits will never touch on.  By all accounts, Trump is the winner.

Ya hear that Anderson Cooper?                 

the undecided

Ok, so the dems and reps launched their debates to sway the undecided to their ranks. 

The undecided... Oh God.  If there was ever a more wishy washy group of true deplorables, it's the undecided.  This is that group of assholes who are determined to vote but can't decide who to vote for.  After a year of in-your-face campaigning from Trump and Hillary, this group of low information cretins still haven't made up their minds as to who would make the better president, despite their determination to vote for somebody, whoever that may be.

After the vice presidential debate I saw a video of a focus group discussion made up entirely of undecided voters.  Five minutes into this discussion I wanted to beat to death every undecided retard in this focus group with the heal of my shoe.  And I'll bet I could beat to death each and every low information voter, one at a time, as they docilly wait their turn and watch in horror as the person to their left gets their foreheads beaten to a pulp with a wingtip heel.  These are the people deciding our fate.  Half wits, accepting their fates as a crazed lunatic beats them to death with a shoe for the unforgivable crime of spending too much time choosing a side.

God help us all.