it'll only get worse

The other day, for reasons unknown, I had three unrelated phrases repeating through my head non-stop.

1.  It'll only get worse before it gets worse and that means today is the best day for the rest of your life.

2.  Don't compare yourself to others.  They're more fucked up than you realize.

3.  Thumb suckin good!

It could be worse, like some obscure tune you never liked but gets stuck there, buzzing through your head until you're ready to take an ice pic to your ear drum.  These phrases, unlike some horrible tune from your past, sound more like the voice of authority... someone in the know.  But what does the voice of authority, or someone in the know  have anything to do with a phrase as bizarre as thumb suckin good?   Damned if I know.  All I know about thumb sucking is what infants do when mom's milk-engorged breast isn't available.  It's an infant security thing, something like a redundant perpetual pacifier.  I suppose "thumb suckin good" could be an ad man's slogan for something so wonderful that it takes you back to your first experience of true happiness...  infancy and sucking on mom's milk laden breast for nourishment and security.

These phrase loops started shortly after America lost its AAA rating and Wall Street took a plunge because the retards in Washington can't get a handle on the concept of spending less money.  After all, it's not their money and they never felt the pinch of not having enough.  The only reason congress exists is to spend tons of money on everything from teaching African men how to properly clean their uncircumcised penises to supporting every nation and war on the planet.  Imagine any crazy idea to spend money and it's all been done with an unlimited budget.  If it's not your money, and there's an endless supply, and doesn't affect your lifestyle, why try to control your spending habits?      

I know it's hard to adjust spending habits.  We get used to spending what we have and when our paychecks get smaller and consumer prices go up, we rely on credit to carry us over to the next pay check.  We borrow from tomorrow and deal with it when the bills come in.  But sooner or later our debts overtake our earnings and panic hits when we can't  buy more crap.  Reality sets in that we truly are slaves when all our hard earned money goes to people we don't know who gave us all that credit, with interest, to buy all that obsolete crap we thought we needed in the first place.

We the people have to adjust our personal budgets to balance our income and spending or we may find ourselves homeless, hungry, and destitute.

Congress has no pressure to do or change anything because their actions never affect them or their lifestyle.  The nations only income consists of Congress borrowing as much as they want from the Federal Reserve, or anyone else with tons of cash to burn, with unpaid interest spanning generations.  

In other words, The U.S. federal government has no visible means of support and has been living on unlimited, bottomless credit for a hundred years and has been paying next to nothing on the interest accrued from this borrowed money and zero payments on the principal.

The big question is, who exactly thought it was a good idea to give this deadbeat country a triple A credit rating in the first place?   Standard & Poor was too kind.


Here's an idea.  The U.S. can file chapter 11 and expunge their debt to the Federal Reserve, instantly becoming debt free.  Then the federal government, and all it's bureaucratic layers and departments can get pensioned off and the states can run the show like they're supposed to.

Sounds thumb suckin good!  

economic parable

A Union worker, a CEO and a Tea bagger are standing around a table with a box of donuts on it. The CEO scoops up 11 of them and puts them in his briefcase, he looks at the last remaining donut and turns to the Tea Bagger and says “I think that Union guy is going to steal your donut."

round 2?

I talk to a lot of people throughout the day about all kinds of things from the weather to world affairs.  The vast majority of these people are total strangers and live lives far different from mine but we all seem to have the same hopes, desires, fears, and an uncanny feeling of an emerging awareness.  Last week three total strangers told me they thought they were rapidly developing ESP because, for the first time in their lives, they saw events before they happened.  Others told me they recently experienced clairvoyance and felt comfortable with it.  A lot of conversations revolved around unexpected delays that slowed them down enough to avoid a catastrophe.  Many confess they no longer question the voice in their head as it gives them driving directions.  These are ordinary people whose lives revolve around ordinary things like shopping, sports, family, paying bills, making the best of bad situations, and drinking beer in the back yard.  Just your average Earthing with a hint of that submerged pioneering spirit and work ethic that makes hardship a challenge and life promising.

This phenomenon isn't a local thing.  Ordinary people in Canada, Europe, Australia, South America, and Africa seem to be experiencing heightened awareness and clairvoyance in numbers that resemble a flu epidemic.  Something is happening and ordinary people are beginning to feel it.    

It's as if people are being transformed into aware, spiritual beings while totally unaware this transformation is taking place.  Not all people seem to get it.  This seems to be a phenomenon that affects people between the ages of 45 to 65.  The baby boomers, who caused such a ruckus back in the 60's and 70's, are back with the same verve and numbers, gathering spiritual strength to spearhead another revolution for the hell of it, only they don't know it yet.

This is the generation that produced Timothy Leary, free love, Jim Hendrix, The Weather Underground, Yippies, Alan Watts, Woodstock, peyote, TM, LSD, STP, DMT, zen, est, whole brain workshops, eastern philosophy, and countless, and sometimes bizarre, methods employed to expand consciousness and adjust human programming for the better.

75 million people in a single generation, many of which had the same mindset.  That's a force to be reckoned with. 

This generation is the 800 lb gorilla that crashed the establishment cocktail party, eating fistfuls of hors d'oeuvres, smoking reefer, crapping on Persian rugs, and cannon balling the pool, soaking the guests with waves of descent and defiance.  When the smoke cleared, the boomers got what they wanted.  They ended the Viet Nam war and Nixon and his whole putrid administration were dragged out of the white house in disgrace. 

Baby boomers always get what they want, and when they get it they stop fighting.  Even The Weather Underground surfaced and turned themselves in to serve time for their revolutionary crimes against the Nixon empire.  And these were the guys who bombed the capital building and the pentagon and broke Timothy Leary out of prison.  That kind of idealism and conviction doesn't exist today, except in a bunch of people developing extra sensory perception and higher brain functions.  If I was in charge of the planet I'd be a little worried about now.

The revolution scared the shit out of the establishment and steps were taken to prevent this from ever happening again.  Daycare became regulated and the department of education was formed to control our children's hearts and minds using draconian punishments, fluoride, and pharmaceuticals for anyone thinking outside the box.  Post-boomer generations were raised to be wards of the state with as much enlightenment as TV bowling.

I don't mean to offend.  I'm sure there's an exception to every rule.  I just never found one, yet.  If you have ESP and were born after 1965, let me know.  I won't hold my breath.


So, what makes me think this transformation is happening to a generation of old geezers?


Dunno... maybe it was all that transcendental meditation, yoga, organic food, whole brain workshops, and acid back in the hippy days that programmed the pineal gland to awaken at this time in human evolution to transform us to higher dimensions, as many ancient cultures predicted.


Or maybe it's just senility.

trailer park earl

It was a tough job but I managed to see the complete Trailer Park Boys and My Name is Earl and I've come to a startling comparison.

My Name is Earl is a TV show about a guy who did bad things in his past and wants to be a better person by correcting those bad things to improve his karma.
Trailer Park Boys is a TV show about a bunch of guys in a Nova Scotia trailer park who do crimes and continue to do crimes.

The difference between bad things and crimes is like the difference between growing and selling reefer and faking your own death to break up with your clinging girlfriend.  Or robbing a liquor store to get enough money to start a legitimate business,as opposed to ruining a wedding by breaking the brides nose.

Earl is an American show based on the premise of a guy who discovered karma and is trying to better himself by righting the wrongs in his life.  Trailer Park Boys is about a bunch of trailer park canucks who chose non lethal crime as a career choice and get sent to prison at the end of every season.

Earl gets enlightenment while Ricky, Julian, and Bubbles get incarceration til the next season.

I wonder about this dichotomy.  Here's Earl, obviously somewhere in California, who accidentally learns of the laws of karma while in the hospital, recovering from getting hit by a car after he won $100,000 in a lottery, and the TPB drinking, smoking reefer, and doing dumb crimes for a whole season until they get sent to prison where they drink and smoke reefer until they get out for the next season.

Two sets of people in fictitious towns, in two different countries, on the same continent, with the same language, and Canada is polite while the U.S. is not, while guns are prominent in Canada and absent in the U.S.

I know this is all TV and stretches the bounds of reality, but if I had to choose between one or the other, I'd have to hang with the trailer park boys. 

Who's more aware, Earl or Bubbles?

Is politeness the fast track to enlightenment?

At least Canadian beer and reefer are excellent and Bubbles gets to jam with Rush.

lost NASA footage

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some more modifications

After building the field generator to fit an existing cloudbuster with a 4" stainless steel pipe and seeing how well it worked, I thought another improvement to the pvc cb was the next logical step.

About the same time I came across a guy in Texas, by the name of OrgoniteAustin, who has been working on some interesting ideas. One of which is a copper pipe, 24" long, filled with insulated orgonite, that has an interesting power effect when pointed towards a crystal.

You know I had to build one.  It worked great for a passive unit so putting one in the pvc cb was a no brainer.  I cast a bottom connector to fit a 2" pvc pipe to house the copper pipe and ran it through the top connector to line up perfectly through the center of the unit.  The crystal at the end of the copper pipe was the finishing touch to make it work.  the 4" steel pipe did an outstanding job on earlier tests, so with the help of a 3" pvc coupler I was able to replace the shellacked 2" exhaust pipe with a 4 foot section of 4" stovepipe.  The result was rain, after running for two days.

You might be saying, so what.  We've had rain before and we'll have rain again and it's just coincidental that rain came when you ran your device.  Whatever...  All I know is the rain experiments I made were only when no chance of rain was part of the forecast and it rained anyhow.

To be honest, I agree.  Maybe it's just coincidence and I lucked out each time I ran these experiments.  But if I was compelled to set up these systems to make rain or clear skies at a time when rain or clear skies were supposed to happen, it stands to reason that it's not my weather control skills but my ESP, or at the very least, a heightened clairvoyance that guided me to set up the equipment for this particular experiment at this particular time.

Is it ESP or scalar energy?

Anyone for Atlantic City?

orgone field generator for the south west

It's amazing how much has happened in one month.  Without the benefit of advertising, I've had a steady flow of requests for special orders that's kept me busy for a solid month. 

I'm not complaining.  I got exactly what I asked for and my month old intention was so rapidly and flawlessly carried out, with such exact precision, my mind is still reeling.

It takes me just about a week to produce a decent field generator and by the time I'm putting on the finishing touches, I get an order for another.

The device you see to the left is my most recent project, a special order cloudbuster for a guy in Texas who wants to bring rain to that drought stricken area.  I don't know if you're aware of the problems down there but lakes are losing two inches of water a day and cattle are dropping dead from excessive heat and lack of water.  This is some serious shit.  While the north east is bitching because their picnics are rained out, lives and livelihoods are being lost for lack of a substance that covers four fifths of the Earth's surface.  Which is why I sold this unit for a fraction of it's worth, and the profits still paid my gasoline and resin costs for the next month. Wasn't that my intent with the $29.99 discoids from a few months back? 

The ring weighs in at 18 lbs and contains a 60' mobius coil with cascading densities of powdered metal and resin with an outer coat of powdered selenium in resin.  The frequency generator is built from scratch using old school tech with a constant 15Hz and a switch for variable frequencies.  The converter allows you to use house current for long time use.  It can accommodate a 2" id straight pipe or 4" thin walled steel pipes.  All that's needed is the pipes and mounting hardware.  Recent tests show this unit is severely kick ass.

Looks like I'll be monitoring Texas weather for the next few weeks. 

Don't ya just love instant karma?

exchange program

I've been wondering about the concept of evil and why evil people are so obsessed with doing evil things.
Take the guys ruling the planet, for example.  Are they truly evil men, obsessed with doing evil things for reasons unknown to non-evil people?  Do they get off on it like a serial killer gets off on having sex with dead prostitutes?  Is it like some kind of high, like winning the lottery or doing street drugs?  Or is it something else based on information we're not privy to?

Let's think about this for a moment.  These guys pulling all the strings have been collectively working on this plan for hundreds of years.  They own think tanks full of the smartest guys in the world working out solutions to problems we're not even aware of.  They have the latest super computers analyzing scenarios for every possible situation and step by step contingency plans to achieve the results they desire.  They control the world's media and control us by letting us know only what they want us to know.  They control the worlds military to make "adjustments" when certain government leaders don't tow the line.  They own the worlds economy, all economic instruments, natural resources, markets, land, most of the the food, all of the energy, alien technology, and everything else they feel has value.

How can a small group of people, with unlimited privilege and resources, seem to go out of their way to create such misery, suffering, and destruction on a planetary scale for reasons kept secret from all but the highest of their own miniscule ranks?  It must be a hell of a plan if millions of innocent people through history had to suffer and die without the benefit of knowing why.  I mean, do cattle need to know why they're fattened up with corn for six months before they're lead to slaughter?

I seems to me it's a simple case of non-communication.  The upper 1% of humanity can't imagine what life is like at the lower strata and everyone else can't imagine the pressures the guys at the top of the heap have to endure.

I propose we have an exchange program and allow the masters of the universe to temporarily join our ranks and live among us and learn our ways and understand our wants, desires, and thoughts of what we perceive as a perfect world.  They can go to our public schools, attend our PTA meetings, join our bowling leagues, shop for groceries, pump their own gas, shop for ill-fitting clothes at the mall, and luncheon at one of the many popular fast food joints specializing in laboratory meat and tasty frankinsalads, to understand where we're coming from and to appreciate us as one of their own, and that we're all the same and want the best for our families to progress to the highest level we can.  The extreme few in this exchange program can hob nob with the upper echelons of world politics, exchange views of current events, dine in perpetual 5 star elegance with the movers and shakers of the world, and truly know what it's like to suffer the burdens of the immense wealthy and understand why they do what they do.

Since I have the freedom to do what I want, unlike those low-life 1%er wannabes, I can say what I want and I'd rather live in a trailer park in Canada than kiss your queens ass.

Your days are numbered, and you know it.
Don't bother trying to suck up to us.  We'll just piss in your faces and laugh about it.

How do you like me now?

        

for what it's worth

Several weeks ago I fired up the Jupiter 2 and held my hands over it, anticipating the tingle as it charged up.  After a few moments, a thought came to me to make an intention to market this stuff.  So I did.  As I stood with my hands basking in the energy field, I made an intention to market choice orgonite pieces and special orders to people who could use and appreciate them and to fund research for ongoing projects to learn and understand what it's all about.

The very next day I got a chance call from a friend who makes his living networking and promoting health products who thinks he can sell 100,000 discoids the first year.  The thought of setting up an assembly line operation, mass producing thousands of these things in a slave labor factory setting, bothered me, to say the least.  It's the American dream to make tons of money, but as anyone involved in orgonite can tell you, it's not the lure of money that compels someone to spend their free time scrounging supplies and working late into the night working on unresearched ideas.  It's the art, man.  What would Van Gogh do?

Anyway, since then, I received orders for discoids, wine glass HHGs, an orgone blanket, powered succor punches, plans, construction help, and a custom field generator to power a cloudbuster in a desert region on the other side of the planet to improve living conditions.  It was this last request that lead me to a bit of unexpected information that made the picture a little clearer.

He said he was looking for the spiritus mundi for his alchemical project and thought my field generator might produce this force, as well as make it rain.  Loosely translated, spiritus mundi means the thing that connects all living things.  Damn, that's orgone, prana, chi, ki, lifeforce, the force from George Lucas Star Wars fame that the good guys had and Darth Vader had the dark side of. 
He also mentioned scalar energy and his confusion relating the two.  I had to take a double take of all this.  I can certainly relate to his scalar/orgone energy confusion.  They seemed to be two separate entities.  One, (orgone) representing life force, and the other, (scalar) representing some kind of earth energy I couldn't relate to.  It seems scalar energy functions differently from the energy we are familiar with.  We turn on a light and we use electrical energy from a power plant or other source that produces electricity that's transmitted through wires that they bill you for on a monthly basis.  Scalar energy is different.  It's faster than light and doesn't need wires.  It goes through anything without disruption and won't degrade no matter how far it travels.  It sends the exact amount of energy required to make something work.

In an orgone based, scalar producing device, your thoughts become part of the process and direct the desired outcome with scalar energy as the facilitator.  The orgone matrix amplifies the signal.

It seems Tesla's Wardenclyffe project was based on scalar energy and was designed to provide everyone on planet Earth with all the energy they needed for free.  He tested it in Colorado when he lighted electrical lamps miles from his lab.  Naturally, J.P. Morgan, the guy who backed Tesla and held his patents for collateral,  wasn't crazy about giving everyone something for free so he pulled the plug before it was built and kept the patents.

It seems orgone is life force and scalar energy transmits it.  I always knew my powered devices produced scalar waves organized from a chaos field translated through a crystal but I didn't really get it until now.

Ya wanna know the secrets of the universe?  Ya wanna know the meaning of life?  Spiritus Mundi, the energy that connects all, is orgone, chi, prana, lifeforce and it's transmitted and received by scalar energy from someone sitting next to you or a pan-dimensional being a universe away.  The big secret that's been kept from you, that you were programmed to not see, is your input trumps everything else.  You can make this reality any way you want, and if it's all fucked up, you have no one to blame but yourself.

Don't blame me.  I'm just the messenger.  If ya wanna kick some ass, go see J.P. Morgan.  

       

the constitution is still a contract

So, Obama went on TV and showed the world the birth certificate he spent millions of his own dollars to suppress.  Just as the experts were proving it fake, the mainstream media was filled with Obama taking credit for assassinating the boogieman, who was dead since 2002 and kept on ice to be thawed out for political reasons when the time is right.

Most people I talk to see this for what it is.  A diversionary tactic to keep the birth certificate issue buried while trying to increase Obama's approval rating for his run for a second term.  The sad part is we are now able to see the man behind the curtain and don't care.  We've become so accustomed to being played and lied to that we accept it all without even getting upset, even though we recognize these staged series of events as calculated to manipulate pubic opinion in their favor.  In other words, we've become a nation of apathetic, accepting, conditioned boobs who see death as another reason to party.

First, Obama says there is no birth certificate because Hawaii destroyed them all after they computerized the system.  Then he says they faxed him the birth certificate.  Let me point out, a PDF file can't be faxed.  Anyway you slice it, our president is a liar.

“If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.”   Joseph Goebbels

I worked many jobs in my life.  Some were low paying shit jobs and some were union.  The union jobs had a thing called a contract, which was a document that spelled things out like pay scale, benefits, hours worked, what the company can do, what they can't do, and what they have to do.  It leveled the playing field and kept the company from turning the job into a low paying shit job.  It also kept a steady work force and made the company more profits by keeping the best workers.

 

No company wants to be told what to do, so every now and then they'd try to get away with something.  The company lost every battle they fought with us.  We were like jailhouse labor lawyers. We knew the contract, chapter and verse, and weren't afraid to go toe to toe with anyone, no matter what their rank.  We were scrappy, determined, fair, and loud but we were empowered by a set of rules and followed them to the letter and god help any member of management who broke them.

 

The constitution is a contract between the people and the federal government.  Looks like the company is turning our union job into a low paying shit job without benefits.

 

Did I hear someone say unions were bad?  You're either management and like it this way or you're too apathetic to reason properly. 

 

Isn't it about time someone files a grievance?     

jup2

In a post few months ago, I said I was willing to part with some of my 4" wide discoids for the low, low price of $29.99 to offset the ridiculously high cost of fuel to operate my present form of vehicular transportation, The Exxon Valdese.  Apparently, there are actually people who not only read my blog but are willing to purchase some of my creations.

If you happen to be one of these fine people, you can rest assured I wasn't kidding.  You'll get your stuff as soon as it passes my rigid quality standards.

One such device that passed QC is the object to the left.  I call it Jup2, a miniaturized version of the Jupiter 2 prototype.  It's also a colloquial, 2 syllable expression often used in this neck of the woods. 

Like Jupiter 2, it has an internal torus of resin, crystal dust, and micron metals of iron oxide and aluminum in a 4 to 1 ratio, with a 60' mobius coil.  The internal torus is covered with about an inch or so of medium density orgonite and the whole thing has a final layer of resin.  This layering of progressively less dense material is enough to stimulate the inner torus and allows it to work in passive mode.  Fire up the mp3, or frequency generator, or even bang it around and it's off and running.    

This unit has a few refinements such as a removable copper plate that throws the energy right out the top, a pre-programmed mp3 player that plugs directly to the internal mobius coil, an AC wall adapter, and a car adapter.  Not shown is the central core made of the same material as the inner torus encasing a 2" DT quartz crystal.  I also improved the top orb by adjusting the density and adding a vertical  DT crystal.

I was wondering about plugging the mp3 directly to the mobus.  In my previous experiments I tapped into the mobius by way of the right and left negative wires going from the ear buds.  Reason being, a mobius has little to no resistance and directly plugging  into one would be the same as crossing all the speaker wires together.  I wouldn't try this on your home stereo without some kind of resistance, but I've had an mp3 plugged directly into this unit for the past week with no problems, no signal degradation, and a strong energy output you can feel across the room.

Jup2 is a custom international order with a price tag of $199 and will be shipped this week. 
This is a one-of-a-kind piece of art that functions as a stand alone succor punch that picks up and integrates the users intentions and manifests these intentions into reality.  And it's portable.

Isn't that worth 200 bucks?


      

it's just a game

Many people believe we pick our parents and potential life path before we're born.  We select the parameters, choose an avatar, and get lost in the game as we advance through various levels pursuing whatever the payoff may be.  It's just a game, and when it's over we have the option to go for another ride with a whole new set of parameters.

If this is the way things are, and there's reason to believe it is, it means your life is more than birth, death, and a bunch of random stuff that happens in the middle, like a century long drunkards walk.  It means you chose your life and designed the conditions to create the personality required for this life-ride.  You also chose to not remember any of this in order to totally immerse yourself into this reality of senses, emotions, experiences, and unexpected adventure that makes this game the hit of the universe and all dimensions.

Our memories aren't completely blank.  We might get the feeling there's something more to all this and look for answers by employing some of our boredom killing inventions like religion, literature, drugs, amusement parks, TV, midget wrestling, and thousands of other methods used to ferret out the specific information we need at the specific time to advance to the next level.
 
Looking for meaning but getting lost in the method.

Like the excitement an amnesiac might feel who finds himself in a situation that triggers a fragment of a distant memory, we get high from our man-made metaphors that allow us to recognize fragments of our initial programming.  Every trip to the amusement park expands our consciousness by showing us the nature of the game and how we all buy the ticket and take the ride.  It's an experience shared by everyone in the park, indicating we're not alone and it's all fun.  Computer games are a metaphoric abstract of your initial programming that requires an avatar of your choosing to learn the importance of gaining knowledge by acquiring the proper tools and information to complete the game.  Our man-made culture seems to be brimming with coded information in the form of books, movies, TV shows, gum wrappers, billboards, and to a lesser extent, popular music, containing potential clues to your very own personal big picture. 

If we designed this life by choosing our parents as our primary programmers, knowing our choice would determine the quality of this life, why would you choose parents that would condition you to become serial killers, mass murderers, or bottom feeders the world would be better off without?
 
Why do you think Grand Theft Auto sold over 100 million copies world wide?

It's your game, man.  Too late to bitch about it now.  Relax and enjoy the ride.

   

weather stuff

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

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

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



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

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

Can anyone out there complain about that?   

PVC CB pipe modification

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

go back to sleep. everything is ok

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wonder if he thinks everything is still ok.
 

obama is bipolar

riddles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mental note...  Vaseline works.

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

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

obama bin laden

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



   

end game

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 

easter lawn trike

hindsight is always 20/20

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

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

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

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

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

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

        

to bend like the reed in the wind

Four bucks a gallon?  What is this, Europe?

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

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

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

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

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


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

dance contest

hope and change

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I left that office with a feeling of pride and optimism

   
        

don't panic

purpose

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

-Sri Aurobindo (1872-1950)

animals

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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


Can ya dig it?


 



          

sometimes less is more

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

relationships

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

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

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

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

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

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

are christians mad or do they just look that way?

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

She never brought the subject up again.   

orgonite discoids

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

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

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

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

This definitely needs more research.

I'll keep ya posted.

 

what can I do?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The President
The White House
Washington, DC

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

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

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

obama wants higher gas prices

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

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

Why the hypocrisy?  It is very simple to understand. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

yours for only $29.99!

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

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

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

What makes it work, you say?

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

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

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

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