From the time I made my first orgonite biscuit I've had some kind of orgonite in the bedroom to see how it affects my sleep. I figured during sleep I'd have no preconceived notions and be more open to subtle changes. Placing the piece under the bed was a no-brainer.
My dreams and sleep patterns have never been the same. What used to be ordinary dreams of stories and things I know has been replaced with orgone enhanced dreams that focus on instruction, learning, and the wildest stuff even my fertile imagination could never conceive. Most of these dreams are so out of the bounds of reality that there's no frame of reference in my awake state to hold the thought much more than a few moments after waking. Too weird to compare them to anything familiar.
It's not just the difference in dream subject matter that's affected by orgonite but there's an unmistakable feeling or flavor in orgone enhanced sleep that's impossible to describe. There are no words that can accurately describe it but I can tell when it's there and miss it if it's not.
Now, there's a guy I saw on YouTube who claims the negative energy enters orgonite through the bottom and exits through the top as healthy energy. That's what this stuff is supposed to do, transmute DOR into POR. He also claims the DOR, or bad energy, accumulates and concentrates at the base and spreads out horizontally, potentially making orgonite unhealthy if placed on a night stand, dresser, or any other surface at head level while you sleep.
Interesting theory but my own observations lead me to believe this might not be completely accurate. It's worth investigating so I set up a simple experiment by putting all the orgonite in the bedroom on the floor to see what happens.
The first night, although I had a deep, restful sleep, I had a total absence of dreams, or at least I couldn't remember having any. This continued for a week and each night was as uneventful as the one before. There were a few dreams about ordinary stuff but nothing to write home about. In other words, sleep time became boring and I remembered why I used to stay up late and wake up early before I got into nocturnal orgonite enhancement... Sleep is just a waste of time.
I was getting enough restful sleep, which should be a good thing, but I noticed little changes during the day that made my workday seem longer and more like a chore. The little bits of bullshit I used to take in stride became more pronounced and bothersome and I found little joy in my work. Even my free time lacked inspiration and surfing the internet gave me the feeling there were trillions of web sites and no place to go.
On the seventh day I remembered the experiment and realized I completely forgot I put all the orgonite on the floor. I dutifully returned the units to where I had them before and went to bed, like it was just another lacklustre chore I had to put up with.
The next morning I opened my eyes and sat straight up in bed, like someone lit a fire under my ass. A notebook in one hand and a pen in the other and my head was still full of multi-dimensional mother ships, huge, yellowish, bell shaped things, slow motion missile strikes in Nebraska, bodies in a box of dirt getting ready for a wedding, waterboarding vending machines, Helen Keller action figures, unfamiliar dream people, forms without fleshy substance, vagal stimulation is as effective as LSD, and tons of other stuff my waking brain was unable to hold on to as it all slipped into forgetfulness. Now, THAT was an orgone enhanced dream!
I spent the next week repeating the experiment and each night's dreams were weirder then the one before. The changes in my awake hours were equally dramatic. Work was more fun and those bits of corporate bullshit that bothered me so much are now something to laugh at because I can do this stuff standing on my head. I'm a leaf on the wind, a bending reed, and if these guys want to get me down they need to try harder. I no longer walked at work. I strode, strutted, stretched my legs, stepped up my gait, put a spring in my step, and when it was time to smell the roses I strolled. Multi-tasking? Are you serious, dude? I can do that in my sleep! Literally.
It didn't take long to formulate a theory. The guy who said orgonite placed on the night stand was bad, didn't take into consideration that orgonite might do a better job at pulling negative energy than we can. The close proximity of the DOR pulling base to a prone body might extract all that negative crap we collect through the day and transmute it to healthy, life-enhancing energy. This might account for my physical, mental, and emotional improvements compared to the orgone-free week before. I'm discounting the placebo effect because I had completely forgotten about the experiment. I expected nothing from this experiment because it wasn't on my mind. The only change is the orgonite placement. I suppose I can repeat the experiment for another week but that will have to wait. I'm having way too much fun right now to go back to normal life.
That's it! The reason my dreams were boring and uneventful and being awake totally sucked the life out of me was because, for the first time in many years, I was normal, ordinary, bland, banal, just like damn near everyone else I know. Only, in my case, it was sudden and abrupt and I felt what it was like to be transformed into a normal, ordinary guy in hours instead of working on it for a whole lifetime like everyone else.
Knowing this fills me with sorrow and pity for the human race and I can now understand why most people don't even realize they inhabit a prison planet.
As anyone into this stuff can tell you, orgonite is the key to your prison door and it took me a week to get first hand proof.
Just thinking about this gives me the chills and makes me want to make some high quality HHGs for people who so desperately need them. I figure if you got this far you might be interested in the next line.
Just ask and I'll send you something that will change your life for the better, FREE.
It's not enough to get the good energy in from an HHG under the bed but equally important to get the bad stuff out as well.
Like a de-tox for your soul.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
ready for the cold and ebola season?
It's that time of the year when Uncle Sam brings out a new boogie man. Bird flu, Swine flu, anthrax have all run their course with threats and warnings about pandemics and plagues in an attempt to get everyone inoculated with the latest round of vaccines. This time it's Ebola, the nastiest virus modern science managed to produce, just in time for Halloween.
Every day a new story comes out how whole hospitals are wiped out from contact with the wrong patient. Ya think AIDS was bad? This stuff you can get from a door knob and die within weeks without the benefit of getting laid to get it. Not to worry because the same guys that invented Ebola are working real hard on a vaccine to cure it. It should be in Walmart by black friday.
Believe it or not, there is a cure for Ebola but no one wants to talk about it.
Formerly classified documents obtained from the U.S. Department of Defence (DOD) reveal that antimicrobial silver solutions like the kind Natural Solutions Foundation is trying to deliver to Africa have proven benefits in fighting Ebola and other forms of hemorrhagic fever. Research conducted by the DOD and several other federal agencies back in 2008 confirmed this, though health regulators largely ignored it.
A presentation entitled "Silver Nanoparticles Neutralize Hemorrhagic Fever Viruses," which revealed exactly what its name suggests, was buried and kept secret for years. In essence, investigators determined that simple silver solutions neutralize viruses like Arenavirus and Filovirus, both of which are related to Ebola.
Interestingly, the research was conducted with the backing of the DOD's Defence Threat Reduction Agency (DTRA) and the U.S. Strategic Command Center for Combating Weapons of Mass Destruction. A presentation was given by researchers from the Applied Biotechnology Branch, 711th Human Performance Wing of the Air Force Research Laboratory.
I think that's pretty noteworthy, and so do a lot of other people who sent shipments of 10PPM colloidal silver to Sierra Leone to help counter the Ebola epidemic. Unfortunately, these shipments have all been sent back by order of the WHO, three times. Natural Solutions Foundation sent the shipments after the WHO announced any experimental help was needed. The shipments never got past Paris.
Why would WHO refuse the application of colloidal silver for Ebola patients when dozens of studies show its effectiveness in fighting this horrible disease?
Why indeed. Could there be a political agenda to let all these people die a horrible death? Ya think it might have something to do with the massive profits the pharmaceutical companies will rake in when WHO orders every human being on the planet to get the vaccine? Is this finally the out of control plague the people in charge have been itching for? How does a very contagious pandemic fit in to the upcoming world wide economic collapse? Is this the start of a radical depopulation effort?
Homeland Security recently purchased billions of rounds of ammo. Many CIA personnel, mid-level government bureaucrats, people in the know, and ex-patriots who saw the writing on the wall have left the U.S. to relocate to S. America. Obama has gone out of his way to keep the southern borders open and the planes flying Ebola carriers in and out of the country, unchecked. The basic essentials, like haz-mat suits you'd expect to see when the cops bust a meth lab, are almost non-existent in Dallas and anywhere else that has an international airport with direct flights from Liberia. It's starting to make sense why they built all those FEMA camps years ago.
So, what's gonna happen? Maybe a containment drill to quarantine a city like Dallas. Maybe nothing at all if everyone hurries to Walmart for their free shots. Or maybe it'll be the start of the zombie apocalypse with us as the zombies. This might solve the problem of American soldiers refusing to shoot American citizens. Kinda changes things if they die if they get too close. Shoot from a distance and don't take chances.
Already we learned a lot from African nations with Ebola. No one shakes hands or touches anyone. No one stands next to anyone at the bus stop and no one wants to stand in line. Your friends, family, or neighbours could be contagious and not even know it or show symptoms. Going to the market or to work could be deadly and issolation is your best means of survival.
This non-touching isolation lifestyle we'll be forced to adopt would eliminate freedom of assembly and protests, destroy any business that has to do with money and human contact, and the persistent elimination of human contact would reduce the remaining survivors to apathetic zombies without the will to live. When the economy finally goes belly up they can blame the whole thing on Ebola and let the disease run it's course. When things settle down, they'll emerge from their bunkers and introduce the new world economic plan we've all been waiting for.
But then again, it's probably just another hoax like Sandy Hook.
BTW, I'm making 10 PPM colloidal silver, in my spare time. Just let me know before you start bleeding from the eyes.
Every day a new story comes out how whole hospitals are wiped out from contact with the wrong patient. Ya think AIDS was bad? This stuff you can get from a door knob and die within weeks without the benefit of getting laid to get it. Not to worry because the same guys that invented Ebola are working real hard on a vaccine to cure it. It should be in Walmart by black friday.
Believe it or not, there is a cure for Ebola but no one wants to talk about it.
Formerly classified documents obtained from the U.S. Department of Defence (DOD) reveal that antimicrobial silver solutions like the kind Natural Solutions Foundation is trying to deliver to Africa have proven benefits in fighting Ebola and other forms of hemorrhagic fever. Research conducted by the DOD and several other federal agencies back in 2008 confirmed this, though health regulators largely ignored it.
A presentation entitled "Silver Nanoparticles Neutralize Hemorrhagic Fever Viruses," which revealed exactly what its name suggests, was buried and kept secret for years. In essence, investigators determined that simple silver solutions neutralize viruses like Arenavirus and Filovirus, both of which are related to Ebola.
Interestingly, the research was conducted with the backing of the DOD's Defence Threat Reduction Agency (DTRA) and the U.S. Strategic Command Center for Combating Weapons of Mass Destruction. A presentation was given by researchers from the Applied Biotechnology Branch, 711th Human Performance Wing of the Air Force Research Laboratory.
I think that's pretty noteworthy, and so do a lot of other people who sent shipments of 10PPM colloidal silver to Sierra Leone to help counter the Ebola epidemic. Unfortunately, these shipments have all been sent back by order of the WHO, three times. Natural Solutions Foundation sent the shipments after the WHO announced any experimental help was needed. The shipments never got past Paris.
Why would WHO refuse the application of colloidal silver for Ebola patients when dozens of studies show its effectiveness in fighting this horrible disease?
Why indeed. Could there be a political agenda to let all these people die a horrible death? Ya think it might have something to do with the massive profits the pharmaceutical companies will rake in when WHO orders every human being on the planet to get the vaccine? Is this finally the out of control plague the people in charge have been itching for? How does a very contagious pandemic fit in to the upcoming world wide economic collapse? Is this the start of a radical depopulation effort?
Homeland Security recently purchased billions of rounds of ammo. Many CIA personnel, mid-level government bureaucrats, people in the know, and ex-patriots who saw the writing on the wall have left the U.S. to relocate to S. America. Obama has gone out of his way to keep the southern borders open and the planes flying Ebola carriers in and out of the country, unchecked. The basic essentials, like haz-mat suits you'd expect to see when the cops bust a meth lab, are almost non-existent in Dallas and anywhere else that has an international airport with direct flights from Liberia. It's starting to make sense why they built all those FEMA camps years ago.
So, what's gonna happen? Maybe a containment drill to quarantine a city like Dallas. Maybe nothing at all if everyone hurries to Walmart for their free shots. Or maybe it'll be the start of the zombie apocalypse with us as the zombies. This might solve the problem of American soldiers refusing to shoot American citizens. Kinda changes things if they die if they get too close. Shoot from a distance and don't take chances.
Already we learned a lot from African nations with Ebola. No one shakes hands or touches anyone. No one stands next to anyone at the bus stop and no one wants to stand in line. Your friends, family, or neighbours could be contagious and not even know it or show symptoms. Going to the market or to work could be deadly and issolation is your best means of survival.
This non-touching isolation lifestyle we'll be forced to adopt would eliminate freedom of assembly and protests, destroy any business that has to do with money and human contact, and the persistent elimination of human contact would reduce the remaining survivors to apathetic zombies without the will to live. When the economy finally goes belly up they can blame the whole thing on Ebola and let the disease run it's course. When things settle down, they'll emerge from their bunkers and introduce the new world economic plan we've all been waiting for.
But then again, it's probably just another hoax like Sandy Hook.
BTW, I'm making 10 PPM colloidal silver, in my spare time. Just let me know before you start bleeding from the eyes.
kill the messenger... or not
Edward Snowden. Patriot, whistle blower, traitor. A year and a half ago, Ed secured a bunch of top secret stuff from the NSA computers that included everything from surveillance programs to long range plans to completely control the hearts and minds of every human on Earth, starting with American citizens and everyone with a phone or address. He managed to get out of the country unnoticed and launched his truth campaign on a TV interview from Hong Kong. On the run, with CIA and NSA hot on his heels, he landed in Russia just before the State Department cancelled his passport, preventing him from leaving. Every now and then, another top secret plan is released by Snowden that makes phone tapping pale by comparison.
The information he provided wasn't much of a secret. This stuff was all over the news for years. All Snowden did was validate it with the voice of authority and someone in the know. Yep, Ed is a true patriot, willing to give up everything for truth, justice, and the American way. A man without a country, hunted by every alphabet department the U.S. of A. can muster before Ed completely spills the beans, opens all the cans of worms, and blows the lid off our most precious secrets designed to keep Americans safe in a hostile world. One man against the best and the brightest minds in the intelligence community, with unlimited resources, who will never stop until Ed Snowden is captured, isolated, and water-boarded every day until the end of time for his heinous transgressions against the world's guardians of truth, justice, and freedom. But... On the other hand, he broke his contract with the government to never tell anyone what he found in their files. That's a 40 year sentence, right there. That pretty much explains why Ed is still in Russia with a revoked passport.
Clearly, Ed isn't doing as good as he once was. The Russian idea of luxury is better food, a large apartment, the best vodka, and lots of Russian babes. That's quite a change from living in Hawaii with his stripper girlfriend and a six figure income. Since Ed doesn't drink, it's a safe bet he never had a taste of Russian vodka, reducing his luxuries to decent food and a nice place to live with some carefully chosen babes to keep him company.
The world seems divided on what Ed is. Either patriot or traitor, saint or sinner, and no grey area between these polar opposites. I think there's a third option I don't hear on the main stream media, and if the MSM doesn't mention it, it's only because we're not supposed to know about it. All the more reason to explore it.
The big question is, why don't they just go get him if they want him so bad? They know where he is and tracked his movements from day one. A third rate private dick could find this guy and it should be a no-brainer if they can pinpoint the city. Everyone on the planet knows he's somewhere near Moscow. If they haven't gotten him by now, it only means they have no intention to get him, right?
My point is, Ed Snowden is still on the CIA payroll doing the job they sent him out to do. The cover story is he became an ex-patriot after discovering our freedoms were in danger after going through the NSA's files as a contractor. He gave up his life in paradise to become hunted by Big Brother's thugs in a vane attempt to let the world know what's really happening.
The reality is, Ed Snowden is a CIA operative directed to leak information on a timely basis to keep alive the idea we are all being watched by Big Brother and there's nothing we can do about it. A program that secretly reads your emails, records your phone conversations and texts, and tracks your internet surfing is meaningless if it's kept secret. Snowden is the voice of the man in the know. The authority that discloses top secrets, at the appropriate times, to remind us all that they can see us when we're sleeping, and know when we're awake, and know if we've been bad or good so be good goodness sake. He's truthful and honest and the proof is what he gave up for us. His motives can be questioned and debated but the information he releases can only be the truth. The narrative is the message and it's the one element that's taken as undisputed fact while the main focus is on whether he's a saint or sinner.
I gotta hand it to these guys. The plan is brilliant and it's doing just what it's supposed to do. Get the whole world in an uproar and choose one of two sides and fight over the reward or punishment of the messenger while fully accepting whatever narrative the messenger discloses. He's a hero, he's a traitor.
At least I know for sure my phones are tapped and I'm grateful for that.
The information he provided wasn't much of a secret. This stuff was all over the news for years. All Snowden did was validate it with the voice of authority and someone in the know. Yep, Ed is a true patriot, willing to give up everything for truth, justice, and the American way. A man without a country, hunted by every alphabet department the U.S. of A. can muster before Ed completely spills the beans, opens all the cans of worms, and blows the lid off our most precious secrets designed to keep Americans safe in a hostile world. One man against the best and the brightest minds in the intelligence community, with unlimited resources, who will never stop until Ed Snowden is captured, isolated, and water-boarded every day until the end of time for his heinous transgressions against the world's guardians of truth, justice, and freedom. But... On the other hand, he broke his contract with the government to never tell anyone what he found in their files. That's a 40 year sentence, right there. That pretty much explains why Ed is still in Russia with a revoked passport.
Clearly, Ed isn't doing as good as he once was. The Russian idea of luxury is better food, a large apartment, the best vodka, and lots of Russian babes. That's quite a change from living in Hawaii with his stripper girlfriend and a six figure income. Since Ed doesn't drink, it's a safe bet he never had a taste of Russian vodka, reducing his luxuries to decent food and a nice place to live with some carefully chosen babes to keep him company.
The world seems divided on what Ed is. Either patriot or traitor, saint or sinner, and no grey area between these polar opposites. I think there's a third option I don't hear on the main stream media, and if the MSM doesn't mention it, it's only because we're not supposed to know about it. All the more reason to explore it.
The big question is, why don't they just go get him if they want him so bad? They know where he is and tracked his movements from day one. A third rate private dick could find this guy and it should be a no-brainer if they can pinpoint the city. Everyone on the planet knows he's somewhere near Moscow. If they haven't gotten him by now, it only means they have no intention to get him, right?
My point is, Ed Snowden is still on the CIA payroll doing the job they sent him out to do. The cover story is he became an ex-patriot after discovering our freedoms were in danger after going through the NSA's files as a contractor. He gave up his life in paradise to become hunted by Big Brother's thugs in a vane attempt to let the world know what's really happening.
The reality is, Ed Snowden is a CIA operative directed to leak information on a timely basis to keep alive the idea we are all being watched by Big Brother and there's nothing we can do about it. A program that secretly reads your emails, records your phone conversations and texts, and tracks your internet surfing is meaningless if it's kept secret. Snowden is the voice of the man in the know. The authority that discloses top secrets, at the appropriate times, to remind us all that they can see us when we're sleeping, and know when we're awake, and know if we've been bad or good so be good goodness sake. He's truthful and honest and the proof is what he gave up for us. His motives can be questioned and debated but the information he releases can only be the truth. The narrative is the message and it's the one element that's taken as undisputed fact while the main focus is on whether he's a saint or sinner.
I gotta hand it to these guys. The plan is brilliant and it's doing just what it's supposed to do. Get the whole world in an uproar and choose one of two sides and fight over the reward or punishment of the messenger while fully accepting whatever narrative the messenger discloses. He's a hero, he's a traitor.
At least I know for sure my phones are tapped and I'm grateful for that.
Tuesday, October 07, 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
got disease?
The last time I made colloidal silver was when I traded some for a haircut a few months ago. I'll make a pint at a time, half goes to Tammy, who shares it with people she knows, and the other half is divided up for me and a few other people who I supply. There's no reason I shouldn't make more than a pint every now and then to stock up but I figure I can make it on the fly when needed. I've been slacking off making this stuff but today I have the time, inclination, and need to make a batch.
There must be hundreds of devices on the market designed to make colloidal silver and many more people just sell it to folks who don't want to make their own, at a cost just under the spot price for silver. When you cut through all the fancy hardware on every kit on the market, it comes down to 9 volts DC going through two silver rods in distilled water. The electrolytic action brings out nano particles of silver into the water. Crude, simple, and effective.
I decided to increase the PPM in this new batch by adding a couple drops of a saline solution made with Himalayan salt and distilled water. Distilled water has very little conductivity and the saline solution should shorten the time making it as well as increase it's potency. The difference is dramatic, producing the same potency in one third the time.
If you don't know about colloidal silver, you should. Since ancient times, silver has been used as an antimicrobial to preserve food and fight infection. Before refrigeration it was common practice to drop a silver dollar in milk to keep it fresh. In the early 20th century, allopathic medicine monopolized all medicine practice, favoring synthetic pharmaceuticals over the time tested natural cures. Antibiotics began to lose favor as various organisms became antibiotic resistant, and silver products in the form of liquid particle suspensions began to emerge.
During the 80's Syracuse University and UCLA School of Medicine began lab testing colloidal silver and found it to be highly effective against bacteria, viruses, and fungal infections, even those that were antibiotic resistant. One such antibiotic resistant bacteria, MRSA, began to plague hospitals, causing serious infections in patients that resulted in long term hospitalization or death. Hospitals began using silver coated surgical and catheter medical instruments as well as silver ointments and dressings to prevent MRSA infections. As hospitals are enjoying the reduction of malpractice suits as a direct result of using silver as the only method of fighting hospital born bacteria, they still officially claim the use of colloidal silver has absolutely no benefit. Independent research using a protocol consisting of MSM, DMSO, and colloidal silver was found to have a far superior success rate at naturally reversing cancer than the traditional allopathic methods of cutting, burning, and poisoning the patient.
There must be hundreds of devices on the market designed to make colloidal silver and many more people just sell it to folks who don't want to make their own, at a cost just under the spot price for silver. When you cut through all the fancy hardware on every kit on the market, it comes down to 9 volts DC going through two silver rods in distilled water. The electrolytic action brings out nano particles of silver into the water. Crude, simple, and effective.
I decided to increase the PPM in this new batch by adding a couple drops of a saline solution made with Himalayan salt and distilled water. Distilled water has very little conductivity and the saline solution should shorten the time making it as well as increase it's potency. The difference is dramatic, producing the same potency in one third the time.
If you don't know about colloidal silver, you should. Since ancient times, silver has been used as an antimicrobial to preserve food and fight infection. Before refrigeration it was common practice to drop a silver dollar in milk to keep it fresh. In the early 20th century, allopathic medicine monopolized all medicine practice, favoring synthetic pharmaceuticals over the time tested natural cures. Antibiotics began to lose favor as various organisms became antibiotic resistant, and silver products in the form of liquid particle suspensions began to emerge.
During the 80's Syracuse University and UCLA School of Medicine began lab testing colloidal silver and found it to be highly effective against bacteria, viruses, and fungal infections, even those that were antibiotic resistant. One such antibiotic resistant bacteria, MRSA, began to plague hospitals, causing serious infections in patients that resulted in long term hospitalization or death. Hospitals began using silver coated surgical and catheter medical instruments as well as silver ointments and dressings to prevent MRSA infections. As hospitals are enjoying the reduction of malpractice suits as a direct result of using silver as the only method of fighting hospital born bacteria, they still officially claim the use of colloidal silver has absolutely no benefit. Independent research using a protocol consisting of MSM, DMSO, and colloidal silver was found to have a far superior success rate at naturally reversing cancer than the traditional allopathic methods of cutting, burning, and poisoning the patient.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
tired of waiting
The other night I was dreaming while The Kinks tune, Tired of Waiting played over and over in my dream background, like this was the only record in the juke box. After a while, the dream became the background as I paid more attention to the tune. I can't recall the last time I heard this tune in waking life but I knew the lyrics as if I wrote them yesterday. The mark of a great song is hearing it once and it stays with you for the rest of your life. Doubly so for the lyrics.
As this song continued to play over and over I couldn't help wondering if Dave Davies loosened his guitar strings to produce that unique Kink sound.
The flavor of this dream was unmistakably orgone enhanced. It had that familiar feel that can only come from a powered up field generator on the other side of the house, in this case, Jupiter 2 with a fist sized chuck of crystal on top of it. Although Jupiter 2 has been running non-stop for a couple years, it wasn't till the night of these dreams that I realized it didn't have a top orb to direct the energy, and I simply used this big chunk of quartz in place of the orb and went to bed. No wonder my dreams were so pedestrian last month.
Note to self... Check the field generator from time to time to make sure it has all its parts.
The next morning I got on the computer, searched for Tired of Waiting, and played the first video that came up. Half way down the comment section I read... "dave davies used to loosen cords to get that great twang the best band EVER"
Godam, I love these little synchronisities!
As this song continued to play over and over I couldn't help wondering if Dave Davies loosened his guitar strings to produce that unique Kink sound.
The flavor of this dream was unmistakably orgone enhanced. It had that familiar feel that can only come from a powered up field generator on the other side of the house, in this case, Jupiter 2 with a fist sized chuck of crystal on top of it. Although Jupiter 2 has been running non-stop for a couple years, it wasn't till the night of these dreams that I realized it didn't have a top orb to direct the energy, and I simply used this big chunk of quartz in place of the orb and went to bed. No wonder my dreams were so pedestrian last month.
Note to self... Check the field generator from time to time to make sure it has all its parts.
The next morning I got on the computer, searched for Tired of Waiting, and played the first video that came up. Half way down the comment section I read... "dave davies used to loosen cords to get that great twang the best band EVER"
Godam, I love these little synchronisities!
Thursday, September 11, 2014
predicting 911 dirty bomb "false flag" attack
by John Kimber for Veterans Today
[Editor's note: It turns out to be possible to create a fission bomb, not just a "dirty" bomb, from the materials of which ISIS has taken possession. Gordon Duff has recently published several articles about this here at VT. A caller to The New York Daily News last Friday threaten to nuke 1 World Trade Center, which turned out to be a hoax. The 13th observance of 9/11 is this Thursday.]My “top ten” reasons for predicting, and thereby helping to defeat, a new “false flag” attack on 9/11 are as follows:
1) ISIS were conveniently left 88 pounds of uranium compounds in Mosul in July – perfect for making dirty bombs, and for dirty bomb predictive programming. Like al-Qaeda, ISIS are a CIA founded and controlled group.
The CIA and Mossad are notorious for carrying out false flag attacks, including the 9/11 joint operation. The ISIS leader may be a Mossad agent.
2) U.K. Prime Sinister David Cameron, hyped the ISIS terror threat, and raised the official terror threat level to “SEVERE”/highly likely, on 8/29/14. The level had remained at “SUBSTANTIAL” since the 11th of July 2011 (7/11/11). Cameron is also preparing to bomb Iraq and Syria, and needs a good excuse, especially for bombing Syria.
3) At the end of March, Obama, Cameron, Merkel and other leaders took part in a dirty bomb role-playing game, at a nuclear terrorism conference. A similar role-playing exercise occurred a year before the London 7/7 bombings: the scenario closely matched the real events of 7/7/05.
4) ISIS are the CIA’s al-Qaeda 2.0, and therefore 9/11/14 is the perfect day for “revenge attacks” against the U.S. and U.K. If there are attacks on 9/11/14, half of America has been programmed to say or believe “those G.D. Muzzies hit us hard again!”.
5) Dirty bomb drills have been repeatedly conducted in the U.S. and U.K. Dirty bombs are much easier to make or acquire than conventional/real nuclear weapons, and are therefore far more plausible as a terrorist weapon.
6) Dirty bomb attacks fit the pattern of previous false flag attacks – plenty of terror but little disruption. Dirty bombs are relatively harmless, but according to the exercise mentioned in point/reason 3, the danger will be greatly exaggerated.
7) There has been massive predictive programming for nuclear terror attacks in “fiction” – numerous TV shows and movies have included nuclear terrorism plots. “Jericho” (2006-8) and “Operation Blackjack” (2009) are the most detailed examples. 8 cities are simultaneously attacked/bombed in “Operation Blackjack”, which contained the hidden message “Predictive Programming 2.0”. 9/11 was similarly foretold in “fiction”.
8) Obama/the CIA needs a excuse to attack Syria, Iran, and the DHS’s primary “terrorism concern” (i.e. target) “right-wing gun owners”. False flag attacks, allegedly carried out by “Muslims plus domestic extremists”, would be ideal. This is the plot of “Operation Blackjack”.
9) Occult numerology is a hallmark of false flag attacks. 9/11/14 is unlucky 13 years after 9/11/01, and Cameron’s ISIS statement plus 13 days is 9/11/14. 13 is also associated with death and upheaval in numerology. 8 is the sun worshippers/Freemasons number, as in 88 lbs of uranium and 888 pages in The Warren Commission Report. Masons serve Satan, whose number is 9.
10) The Neocons, who are behind most false flag operations, are hyping the ISIS threat. Lt. Gen. McInerney has even suggested attacks specifically on 9/11/14, partly to bury a new book about the Benghazi Scandal (due 9/9/14). The fake assassination of Osama bin Laden in 2011 buried Obama’s fake birth certificate, and the Sandy Hook Hoax buried his treasonous preparations for a U.S. civil war/military coup – 1.5 billion hollow point bullets etc.
As mentioned above, publicizing potential attacks on a specific date is a good way of preventing them. Hundreds of phone calls to radio shows on 9/11/14 saying, “this was a predicted government false flag operation, and here are 10 reasons why”, would cause problems.
John Kimber graduated in economics and psychology in the UK and frequently publishes on Before It’s News.
Saturday, September 06, 2014
hornet winter prediction
Situated about head height on a single low branch in the yard, I'm amazed no one crashed into it. Lucky for them, because hornets will send the whole hive after an attacker and can sting multiple times in the most sensitive areas of a human body. Like the inside of a knee, the neck, an arm pit, anywhere around a face, up your pant leg stinging the most sensitive parts of your anatomy as you run through the neighbourhood waving your arms and screaming like a little girl. If you find one of these things, it's best to leave it alone or suffer the consequences.
But some people just have to mess with a hornets nest when they see one, which is why I decided to not tell anyone at the party. I figured if they knew, sooner or later I'd have to ask a few questions to some swollen faced people getting ready for a trip the the ER. "How did it happen? Did ya not see it? Were ya fuckin with it?"
Anyway, this hornets nest was built about six feet off the ground, indicating you'll have some snow but not as much as our more recent winters. Hornets have a good sense of how much snow we'll get and they always build their nests high enough to keep it away from snow damage. Earlier this season I found a small hornets nest being built under the cb dish, about two and a half feet off the ground, indicating much less snow than previous years. I suspect this new nest was built by the survivors after their first nest was destroyed, indicating survival of the species overrules the best location.
If only humans were to take a few tips from hornets.
If only humans were able to get it together and rebuild after a tragedy instead of sitting on their collective asses, waiting for someone to do it for them.
If only humans were able to eliminate their petty differences and do whatever they can to secure the survival of their species.
If only humans could take care of themselves by taking care of the group.
If only humans could be non-aggressive unless attacked or provoked.
If only humans would attack their aggressors with such fierce, collective ferocity that a second attack would be out of the question.
If humans were to realize that survival of the species is everybody's business we probably wouldn't be running all over the place like a kid poking a hornets nest with a stick.
One tip we can take from the hornets is to stock up on heating fuel and food. It's gonna be a cold winter.
Tuesday, September 02, 2014
it's time to drink
Mothers against drunk driving, or MADD, was instituted in 1980 by Candice Lightner as a result of the death of her child from a drunk driver. She quit that organization a few years later when MADD's mission statement morphed from getting the drunk drivers off the road to the neo-prohibitionist atmosphere we have now.
Since then DUI check points are everywhere, beer excise taxes increased to match those of spirits, primary enforcement of seat belt laws were enacted in all states, a national traffic safety fund was developed, and the national minimum drinking age act was made into law with loss of federal highway dollars for states who didn't go along with this plan. There's much more than these few points but you get the idea. Alcohol = bad.
Up until the mid 80's, the real movers and shakers in congress were drunks. Most of the deals made by lawmakers came from a democrat and a republican in a bar getting hammered on alcohol, tossing each other accolades.
"You're my buddy." No, YOU'RE my buddy. Barteener, another round of martoonies. So, what's the deal on this supply side economics thing?"
Guys getting shitfaced and working out deals is as old as civilization. A tried and true bonding ritual practised by every booze swilling club, corporation, and nation on Earth to grease the wheels of negotiation through lowered inhibitions in order to hammer out the best deal for all concerned.
The three martini lunch was more than a mid-day drunkards fest. It was a necessary business tool used to spark creativity and unleash that brain-storming edge to propel your company to heights the sober minded could never imagine.
Every major player on the world stage had their drink of choice that set them apart from other nations and identified them as to who they were.
U.S.S.R. had vodka, England had whiskey, France had absinthe, Italy had wine, USA had bourbon, and Germany had beer as their national drinking treasure. So powerful was the association of a nation to it's alcoholic beverage that a citizen's patriotism was measured by the amount they can consume of their nation's booze of choice. French soldiers had absinthe as part of their rations, Stolichnaya is still the vodka high water mark, and Bavaria is the only place to go if you want the best beer on the planet. Every American holiday has copious amounts of beer to go along with the hot-dogs, cheeseburgers, and potato salad as a permanent holiday staple.
The American love for beer can be credited to the Germans that settled in North America and set up breweries in the colonies to quench the thirst of hard working men. It was in the taverns where beer and rum swilling patriots talked treason and hatched the plan to fight the whiskey drinking English and stick it to King George. It's no mistake that the German cities of Frankfurt and Hamburg were respectfully chosen as the names of the two most identifiable foods on the American revolution holiday menu with lots of beer to wash it down.
America truly is a melting pot of the best booze the world has ever seen. California and New York state produce wine almost as wonderful as the best European wines. The Scots and Irish escaped Pittsburgh after the Whiskey Rebellion and took up shop in Tennessee and Kentucky to perfect sour mash whiskey and bourbon. Schmidt's, Schaefer, Anheuser-Busch, Pabst.... need I say more?
Every executive, politician, and journalist had a bottle and two glasses in their desk drawer and some mixed bromo with scotch on particularly stressful days. Every limo had a full bar and cocktails before dinner was an accepted reality. Winston Churchill wouldn't get out of bed before his first glass of whiskey and a fresh cigar, Hemingway wrote, The Sun Also Rises, while he was half in the bag, and U.S. Grant was so shitfaced during the civil war he couldn't stop throwing up on his bugler. And these guys got the job done.
Today, we have a population that's been conditioned to believe alcohol is evil in every way, shape, and form. Get a DUI and you can look forward to not only losing your licence for a year but get random tests to make sure you're not drinking while in the comfort of your own home. Jail time if your PO stops by and sees a beer in your fridge.
Meanwhile, the guys in congress who made these laws are going to the congressional gym, playing golf, drinking bottled water, and remain in total opposition with anyone on the other side of the isle and nothing gets done. Compromise has been replaced with Machiavellian tactics like passing the bill to see what's in it. Once everyone sees it and doesn't like it, it's too late cause that's what the law says and everyone is more pissed off than before and mistrust turns to blind stupidity and the walls get a little thicker.
We need to provide congress with the tools needed to turn this ship of state around before it's too late. I propose we make it mandatory that all members of congress start drinking before roll call and continue drinking until they're off the clock. For public safety, all members of congress will be picked up at their homes and transported to and from work by way of the congressional drunk bus, where there is always an open bar. Seatbelts are mandatory and Homeland Security will mix the drinks. Breathalysers will be stationed at the capital to maintain strict blood/alcohol levels under the watchful eye of capital police.
Yeah, I hear ya. Dream on.
How did things get this way? Did congress turn prohibitionist when we weren't looking? Did the non-drinking Middle East nations have anything to do with this? Hmmmm.....
Drinking is forbidden in the Middle East and those guys can't agree on anything. Compromise isn't in the Middle Eastern dictionary. For thousands of years, disputes were settled by prolonged periods of vocal outcry with intermittent gunshots and the occasional beheading, with no hope of resolution. Tribal factions refused to see past their own petty problems, resulting in scattered pockets of bitching men whose only joy in life was watching their enemies bleed and the occasional clitoral mutilation.
In 1990, for the first time in combat history, Desert Shield foreign troops were forbidden alcohol as part of the deal to park their military equipment in the desert. Could this practice of sobriety manage to get a foothold in American politics?
Today...
Drinking is forbidden in Congress and those guys can't agree on anything. Compromise isn't in the Republican/Democrat dictionary. For years, disputes were settled by prolonged periods of vocal outcry with intermittent gunshots and the occasional beheading, with no hope of resolution. Tribal factions refused to see past their own petty problems, resulting in scattered pockets of bitching men whose only joy in life is watching their enemies bleed and the occasional clitoral mutilation.
MY GOD! I think I'm on to something!
Since then DUI check points are everywhere, beer excise taxes increased to match those of spirits, primary enforcement of seat belt laws were enacted in all states, a national traffic safety fund was developed, and the national minimum drinking age act was made into law with loss of federal highway dollars for states who didn't go along with this plan. There's much more than these few points but you get the idea. Alcohol = bad.
Up until the mid 80's, the real movers and shakers in congress were drunks. Most of the deals made by lawmakers came from a democrat and a republican in a bar getting hammered on alcohol, tossing each other accolades.
"You're my buddy." No, YOU'RE my buddy. Barteener, another round of martoonies. So, what's the deal on this supply side economics thing?"
Guys getting shitfaced and working out deals is as old as civilization. A tried and true bonding ritual practised by every booze swilling club, corporation, and nation on Earth to grease the wheels of negotiation through lowered inhibitions in order to hammer out the best deal for all concerned.
The three martini lunch was more than a mid-day drunkards fest. It was a necessary business tool used to spark creativity and unleash that brain-storming edge to propel your company to heights the sober minded could never imagine.
Every major player on the world stage had their drink of choice that set them apart from other nations and identified them as to who they were.
U.S.S.R. had vodka, England had whiskey, France had absinthe, Italy had wine, USA had bourbon, and Germany had beer as their national drinking treasure. So powerful was the association of a nation to it's alcoholic beverage that a citizen's patriotism was measured by the amount they can consume of their nation's booze of choice. French soldiers had absinthe as part of their rations, Stolichnaya is still the vodka high water mark, and Bavaria is the only place to go if you want the best beer on the planet. Every American holiday has copious amounts of beer to go along with the hot-dogs, cheeseburgers, and potato salad as a permanent holiday staple.
The American love for beer can be credited to the Germans that settled in North America and set up breweries in the colonies to quench the thirst of hard working men. It was in the taverns where beer and rum swilling patriots talked treason and hatched the plan to fight the whiskey drinking English and stick it to King George. It's no mistake that the German cities of Frankfurt and Hamburg were respectfully chosen as the names of the two most identifiable foods on the American revolution holiday menu with lots of beer to wash it down.
America truly is a melting pot of the best booze the world has ever seen. California and New York state produce wine almost as wonderful as the best European wines. The Scots and Irish escaped Pittsburgh after the Whiskey Rebellion and took up shop in Tennessee and Kentucky to perfect sour mash whiskey and bourbon. Schmidt's, Schaefer, Anheuser-Busch, Pabst.... need I say more?
Every executive, politician, and journalist had a bottle and two glasses in their desk drawer and some mixed bromo with scotch on particularly stressful days. Every limo had a full bar and cocktails before dinner was an accepted reality. Winston Churchill wouldn't get out of bed before his first glass of whiskey and a fresh cigar, Hemingway wrote, The Sun Also Rises, while he was half in the bag, and U.S. Grant was so shitfaced during the civil war he couldn't stop throwing up on his bugler. And these guys got the job done.
Today, we have a population that's been conditioned to believe alcohol is evil in every way, shape, and form. Get a DUI and you can look forward to not only losing your licence for a year but get random tests to make sure you're not drinking while in the comfort of your own home. Jail time if your PO stops by and sees a beer in your fridge.
Meanwhile, the guys in congress who made these laws are going to the congressional gym, playing golf, drinking bottled water, and remain in total opposition with anyone on the other side of the isle and nothing gets done. Compromise has been replaced with Machiavellian tactics like passing the bill to see what's in it. Once everyone sees it and doesn't like it, it's too late cause that's what the law says and everyone is more pissed off than before and mistrust turns to blind stupidity and the walls get a little thicker.
We need to provide congress with the tools needed to turn this ship of state around before it's too late. I propose we make it mandatory that all members of congress start drinking before roll call and continue drinking until they're off the clock. For public safety, all members of congress will be picked up at their homes and transported to and from work by way of the congressional drunk bus, where there is always an open bar. Seatbelts are mandatory and Homeland Security will mix the drinks. Breathalysers will be stationed at the capital to maintain strict blood/alcohol levels under the watchful eye of capital police.
Yeah, I hear ya. Dream on.
How did things get this way? Did congress turn prohibitionist when we weren't looking? Did the non-drinking Middle East nations have anything to do with this? Hmmmm.....
Drinking is forbidden in the Middle East and those guys can't agree on anything. Compromise isn't in the Middle Eastern dictionary. For thousands of years, disputes were settled by prolonged periods of vocal outcry with intermittent gunshots and the occasional beheading, with no hope of resolution. Tribal factions refused to see past their own petty problems, resulting in scattered pockets of bitching men whose only joy in life was watching their enemies bleed and the occasional clitoral mutilation.
In 1990, for the first time in combat history, Desert Shield foreign troops were forbidden alcohol as part of the deal to park their military equipment in the desert. Could this practice of sobriety manage to get a foothold in American politics?
Today...
Drinking is forbidden in Congress and those guys can't agree on anything. Compromise isn't in the Republican/Democrat dictionary. For years, disputes were settled by prolonged periods of vocal outcry with intermittent gunshots and the occasional beheading, with no hope of resolution. Tribal factions refused to see past their own petty problems, resulting in scattered pockets of bitching men whose only joy in life is watching their enemies bleed and the occasional clitoral mutilation.
MY GOD! I think I'm on to something!
Thursday, August 14, 2014
curing automotive emphysema
My Ford Expedition, affectionately known as The Exxon Valdez because of it's insane gas-guzzling capabilities, has been going through a few upgrades in an attempt to improve it's horrendous gas mileage. Earlier this year I installed a K&N cold air intake in order to improve airflow to the engine. I figured I'd get a slight improvement but I never expected such a dramatic increase in horsepower and throttle response. It's like this machine was suddenly cured of a lifetime of asthma. Instead of labouring to get up to speed, this thing jumps when you touch the gas and feels like a 4 ton muscle car. That mod gave me an extra 4 mpg.
Well, it breathes in ok but that exhaust still needed some work. The original exhaust system had 4 catalytic converters and 4 O2 sensors that I quickly reduced by half for better air flow. That, and 4 cats are just way too many. Hell, if I could get away with it I'd scrap all the cats, the whole computer system, and every sensor I could find to bring it down to 1968 simplicity. Only then could I install an HHO system and stop making all those expensive trips to the gas station. I'm not giving up on the HHO. I just need to figure out how to bypass all them damn sensors first. One step at a time.
Cars, just like humans, inhale and exhale and it's one thing to get the air in and another to get it out so I installed a backcat system, turning my single pipe exhaust into duels in an attempt to cure my car's emphysema and boost my gas mileage. Mike, my mechanic, got right on it and cut the old exhaust off and started sizing things up. I love watching this guy work. He's a true artist and watching him design, build, and install a complete exhaust system from scratch is truly a sight to behold. As he was bending and flaring pipe I looked around and noticed a complete absence of the typical jungle of pre-bent pipes filling space on the back wall of every other muffler shop you'll find. He had tons of long, straight pipe tucked away in the corner and this is the stuff he works with. The system he built for my caravan ten years ago is just as solid as the day it was installed and I expect this new system will most likely outlast the car.
As I mentioned, I wanted this modification to increase my gas mileage but I knew it was gonna sound different from factory and I couldn't wait to fire it up. Those twin pipes sound nice and throaty. A deep rumble with a laid-back, suppressed roar. Godam, this thing never sounded so good. Like it got a new pair of lungs and was ready to scream. I goosed the throttle and could hear a slight cackle as it backed off. "That's to be expected from a properly breathing, balanced V8", says Mike as we stood behind the vehicle and listened to the mellow hum idle.
I took the long way home through back roads to check the response and groove on the rumble as I took turns a little faster than usual. This thing wanted to go in a big way. I felt I was holding it back like a thoroughbred going to the gate. As soon as I got on the interstate, I passed all those trucks going through construction and opened it up a little and settled into 80mph at just under 2k. Not bad. Checking for speed traps and cops and taking note that everyone else on the highway was well over the speed limit, I figured it was safe to bump the pedal and got it up to 90 on an open stretch with the tach around 2.4 grand. Yesterday I was driving to work doing 50 at 3k and thought THAT was a massive improvement from the factory intake. This is a definite improvement and I can't wait to do a mileage check.
I'm sure at least one neighbour noticed a volume change as I rumbled into the driveway to dock the Exxon Valdez but I didn't do this mod just to make it sound awesome. I'd be happy with the horse power and gas mileage improvement with total silence out the pipes, but ya can't have it both ways and I'll settle for awesome sound and performance over quiet and bland any day. At least the American car love affair isn't dead, yet.
The total cost for the intake and exhaust was a little more than an average car payment, which is one reason I don't do payments.
Yeah, those are field generators I planned to install over the gas tank until I decided on another orgone approach involving an array of passive units with an improved shape.
I'll keep ya posted on that.
One certainty about life is there's always room for constant improvement.
Well, it breathes in ok but that exhaust still needed some work. The original exhaust system had 4 catalytic converters and 4 O2 sensors that I quickly reduced by half for better air flow. That, and 4 cats are just way too many. Hell, if I could get away with it I'd scrap all the cats, the whole computer system, and every sensor I could find to bring it down to 1968 simplicity. Only then could I install an HHO system and stop making all those expensive trips to the gas station. I'm not giving up on the HHO. I just need to figure out how to bypass all them damn sensors first. One step at a time.
Cars, just like humans, inhale and exhale and it's one thing to get the air in and another to get it out so I installed a backcat system, turning my single pipe exhaust into duels in an attempt to cure my car's emphysema and boost my gas mileage. Mike, my mechanic, got right on it and cut the old exhaust off and started sizing things up. I love watching this guy work. He's a true artist and watching him design, build, and install a complete exhaust system from scratch is truly a sight to behold. As he was bending and flaring pipe I looked around and noticed a complete absence of the typical jungle of pre-bent pipes filling space on the back wall of every other muffler shop you'll find. He had tons of long, straight pipe tucked away in the corner and this is the stuff he works with. The system he built for my caravan ten years ago is just as solid as the day it was installed and I expect this new system will most likely outlast the car.
As I mentioned, I wanted this modification to increase my gas mileage but I knew it was gonna sound different from factory and I couldn't wait to fire it up. Those twin pipes sound nice and throaty. A deep rumble with a laid-back, suppressed roar. Godam, this thing never sounded so good. Like it got a new pair of lungs and was ready to scream. I goosed the throttle and could hear a slight cackle as it backed off. "That's to be expected from a properly breathing, balanced V8", says Mike as we stood behind the vehicle and listened to the mellow hum idle.
I took the long way home through back roads to check the response and groove on the rumble as I took turns a little faster than usual. This thing wanted to go in a big way. I felt I was holding it back like a thoroughbred going to the gate. As soon as I got on the interstate, I passed all those trucks going through construction and opened it up a little and settled into 80mph at just under 2k. Not bad. Checking for speed traps and cops and taking note that everyone else on the highway was well over the speed limit, I figured it was safe to bump the pedal and got it up to 90 on an open stretch with the tach around 2.4 grand. Yesterday I was driving to work doing 50 at 3k and thought THAT was a massive improvement from the factory intake. This is a definite improvement and I can't wait to do a mileage check.
I'm sure at least one neighbour noticed a volume change as I rumbled into the driveway to dock the Exxon Valdez but I didn't do this mod just to make it sound awesome. I'd be happy with the horse power and gas mileage improvement with total silence out the pipes, but ya can't have it both ways and I'll settle for awesome sound and performance over quiet and bland any day. At least the American car love affair isn't dead, yet.
Yeah, those are field generators I planned to install over the gas tank until I decided on another orgone approach involving an array of passive units with an improved shape.
I'll keep ya posted on that.
One certainty about life is there's always room for constant improvement.
Tuesday, August 05, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
free orgonite
I saw a design like this on the internet a while ago and wondered how they made it. I figured it must be very difficult to make, since the cost was something like $40.
About a week ago I figured out how to make these things and the process isn't as difficult as I first thought. In fact, it's falling-off-a-log simple and the small size allows a fast curing time. The elegant doughnut shape means you don't need to engineer a way to mount it on a chain. This is as simple as it gets in a 3D world.
Aside from it's primal sophistication, the best part is what's in it. Black iron oxide, powdered quartz, and resin. This unit has about a half teaspoon of iron oxide with a couple grams of powdered quartz crystal to ramp it up. Ordinarily, I'd use crushed quartz sand but the smaller mass of this unit requires something better... Clear quartz pulverized to the consistency of confectioners sugar. I also threw in some wheat flour as an organic and to make it more pleasant to the touch. The torus shape allows an energy signature similar to the magnetic field on an electric motor and is ideal for concentrating the max amount of energy from a small orgonite mass.
Since this unit is made from extremely dense orgonite material and requires some kind of stimulation to make it work, I figure what better place than over your heart? Your heart is basically an electric motor switching polarities from + to - that contracts and expands in waves to keep your blood moving. An over simplification of heart mechanics but my point is it's enough to give this ring a bump to get it working. There's also movement from breathing, moving, talking, and all those thousands of frequencies your organs crank out to the universe in a symphony that is unique to you alone.
Just cause ya can't hear it doesn't mean we're not putting out a lot of noise. I imagine any higher life form that can hear the frequency cacophony we're all emitting will probably interpret it as the primal scream wailing of sociopathic monkey-men in emotional blood lust agony. No wonder they stay away from us.
Anyway... as I was taking my morning shower, the thought came to me that giving these things away to anyone who asks would be the thing to do. It's not only a karmic thing but gives me the opportunity to do some cheap research. It will also be good for you by instilling and reinforcing the attitude that you CAN get something just by asking for it.
Drop me a line and ask for a free ring and I'll send one to you free of charge. Free means no charge of any kind. No postage. No handling. Just, plain, free. I'll even ship international. These things are small and light weight. How much can it cost to ship to the most desolate place on the planet? Don't worry about it. As I said. It's FREE. Free, that is, while supplies last.
BUT... There's a catch. If I send you one of these, just use it and try to let me know your experience with it. That's all. I know most people won't report back but some will and I'm just playing a numbers game here. Throw enough mud on a wall and some of it sticks. It's the reports I get back that count.
Besides, free is always good.
Friday, June 20, 2014
punkin 1
I was talking with a friend about orgone field generators and how the shape determines the energy flow. Eventually, the discussion navigated me to free-form tangent mode, rambling on about the perfect shape for a toroidal field generator and I found myself in a vocal rant on orgone energy flow theory and the positive and negative aspects of various pastry cookware. The idea of a bundt cake mold came to mind as quite possibly the perfect shape.
I thought about a bundt mold years ago and disregarded the shape, primarily because it wasn't smooth and I thought an angel-food cake pan showed more promise. But the more I thought about it, the more obsessed I got with the shape and began to consider the decorative ridges going from the outside edge to the open center might actually help to structure the energy flow in that unique wrap around way only a powered up orgonite toroid can do.
While still talking and ranting about shapes and energy flow, part of my mind was doing an on-hand inventory of the materials needed for this project.
...bla, bla, bla, cascading densities...
round cake pan, check.
...bla, bla, bla, mobius coil, maybe 24 gauge...
I still have that extra gallon of resin I bought last month, check.
...It's the shape, man. That toroid shape that makes it happen!...
There's a spool of wire in the back room next to the pyramid molds, check.
...And those ridges that go from large on the outside to small on the inside should direct all that energy to the business end, the center vortex, baby!...
I know I saw a bundt cake pan in Kmart for under ten bucks. Iron oxide, powdered copper, vasoline, check, check, check.
I couldn't wait to start. And just as expected, the project was a sloppy, disorganized, chaotic, improvisational mess from start to finish. Yeah, I make orgonite like I cook. A pinch of this, a handful of that, a few last minute changes, some gravy stains, and a surprise every time.
This project was no exception.
This aint your regular bundt cake form. This unit has a bottom half equal in mass to the top half and it took just short of two gallons of resin to produce. The center of this thing is made from a thick slurry of polyester resin, black iron oxide and copper in a 6:1 ratio, some sand, and an internal mobius coil made from 100' of 24 gauge insulated solid copper wire. The second layer is medium density orgonite made with a half teaspoon of black iron oxide, brass shavings, resin, sand, and about a dozen small DT quarts crystals around the perimeter.
Kinda looks like a pumpkin, don't it? If you can come up with a better name than punkin 1 I'm all ears.
You probably noticed a few light discolorations around the hemisphere and part way in the vortex. Those used to be voids where the two hemispheres didn't quite form properly or where the resin cured too fast and produced cracks.
It happens. The temps were in the mid 60's, there was lots of sand and powdered metals in the mix, and lots of resin poured at once, making this project much harder than I anticipated. It doesn't help that this was my first big pour since last fall and I didn't have my act half together for something like this.
But, what the hell. If everything was easy, we'd never learn anything. In this case, I learned plenty.
Before I made any repairs to the voids I hooked up frequency and fired this thing up. Twenty minutes later it just sat there, dead as a doornail. Well, THAT sucks! It took me a couple days and gallons of resin to produce a boat anchor. And an ugly boat anchor, at that.
BUT... (Yeah, I know that's a big but. Everybody's got a big but, ok?) At least I get to see if my edge theory works with a practical demonstration comparing a unit with a sharp edged bunch of voids with the same unit free from any kind of surface imperfections. Some Bondo applied with a Popsicle stick and cleaned up with a dremel restored it's form. I topped it off with a few coats of shellac as a sealant and organic layer and fired it up eight hours later.
It took about two minutes to charge up before I began to feel the energy field forming around this unit. The smooth shape let the energy envelope the unit and concentrate in the hourglass shaped center vortex.
Unlike the other units I built, this one doesn't need a central core to put out the energy. It runs great all by itself but way better with a big ass crystal. It also does a good job supercharging orgonite and seems to display some pretty awesome manifestation capabilities.
Be that as it may, I still made plenty of mistakes. This prototype may not be as kick-ass as I would like but I can use this unit as a learning tool.
For one, the inner core mass should have been more proportional to the medium density mass surrounding it, making it smaller and more powerful.
Another thing that's been on my mind is the placement of the densities. Do these units have to be extra high density in the center surrounded by progressively lower density orgonite? What if the mobius coil fired up a medium density inner core that stimulated the extra high density material surrounding around it?
The pulsar I built earlier had the extra high density stuff on top to direct the energy flow like a laser. Wouldn't a torus shaped unit like this be more like a hyper-dimensional, non-linear, inside out laser with the surface as the business end with the heaviest concentration in the center vortex?
Looks like the only way to find out is to build a punkin 2.
I'll keep ya posted.
I thought about a bundt mold years ago and disregarded the shape, primarily because it wasn't smooth and I thought an angel-food cake pan showed more promise. But the more I thought about it, the more obsessed I got with the shape and began to consider the decorative ridges going from the outside edge to the open center might actually help to structure the energy flow in that unique wrap around way only a powered up orgonite toroid can do.
While still talking and ranting about shapes and energy flow, part of my mind was doing an on-hand inventory of the materials needed for this project.
...bla, bla, bla, cascading densities...
round cake pan, check.
...bla, bla, bla, mobius coil, maybe 24 gauge...
I still have that extra gallon of resin I bought last month, check.
...It's the shape, man. That toroid shape that makes it happen!...
There's a spool of wire in the back room next to the pyramid molds, check.
...And those ridges that go from large on the outside to small on the inside should direct all that energy to the business end, the center vortex, baby!...
I know I saw a bundt cake pan in Kmart for under ten bucks. Iron oxide, powdered copper, vasoline, check, check, check.
I couldn't wait to start. And just as expected, the project was a sloppy, disorganized, chaotic, improvisational mess from start to finish. Yeah, I make orgonite like I cook. A pinch of this, a handful of that, a few last minute changes, some gravy stains, and a surprise every time.
This project was no exception.
Kinda looks like a pumpkin, don't it? If you can come up with a better name than punkin 1 I'm all ears.
You probably noticed a few light discolorations around the hemisphere and part way in the vortex. Those used to be voids where the two hemispheres didn't quite form properly or where the resin cured too fast and produced cracks.
It happens. The temps were in the mid 60's, there was lots of sand and powdered metals in the mix, and lots of resin poured at once, making this project much harder than I anticipated. It doesn't help that this was my first big pour since last fall and I didn't have my act half together for something like this.
But, what the hell. If everything was easy, we'd never learn anything. In this case, I learned plenty.
Before I made any repairs to the voids I hooked up frequency and fired this thing up. Twenty minutes later it just sat there, dead as a doornail. Well, THAT sucks! It took me a couple days and gallons of resin to produce a boat anchor. And an ugly boat anchor, at that.
BUT... (Yeah, I know that's a big but. Everybody's got a big but, ok?) At least I get to see if my edge theory works with a practical demonstration comparing a unit with a sharp edged bunch of voids with the same unit free from any kind of surface imperfections. Some Bondo applied with a Popsicle stick and cleaned up with a dremel restored it's form. I topped it off with a few coats of shellac as a sealant and organic layer and fired it up eight hours later.
It took about two minutes to charge up before I began to feel the energy field forming around this unit. The smooth shape let the energy envelope the unit and concentrate in the hourglass shaped center vortex. Unlike the other units I built, this one doesn't need a central core to put out the energy. It runs great all by itself but way better with a big ass crystal. It also does a good job supercharging orgonite and seems to display some pretty awesome manifestation capabilities.
Be that as it may, I still made plenty of mistakes. This prototype may not be as kick-ass as I would like but I can use this unit as a learning tool.
For one, the inner core mass should have been more proportional to the medium density mass surrounding it, making it smaller and more powerful.
Another thing that's been on my mind is the placement of the densities. Do these units have to be extra high density in the center surrounded by progressively lower density orgonite? What if the mobius coil fired up a medium density inner core that stimulated the extra high density material surrounding around it?
The pulsar I built earlier had the extra high density stuff on top to direct the energy flow like a laser. Wouldn't a torus shaped unit like this be more like a hyper-dimensional, non-linear, inside out laser with the surface as the business end with the heaviest concentration in the center vortex?
Looks like the only way to find out is to build a punkin 2.
I'll keep ya posted.
Friday, June 13, 2014
comfortably numb
It seems my blog posts have been a little weak, lately. An average of a post a month gives the impression I don't have anything to say or I may have slipped into a state of long term slothfulness. Not so. Well, maybe a little slothfulness with the excuse of R&R, downtime, or research so I don't take on the appearance of a total slug.
To be honest, I've been making orgonite as soon as the weather allowed, produced several gallons of high proof fuel in a colorful assortment of mind numbing flavors, managed to extract monatomic gold from sea water, developed a new design for a field generator, made some colloidal silver, produced some extremely cool extracts from 130 proof alcohol and herbs, and came to the conclusion our present form of government is a scripted reality show just as bizarre as Bob Dole in The Real World.
"Bob Dole loves peanut butter! Bob Dole has never made a secret of this! Someone ate Bob Dole's peanut butter! If you want to chip in thats another story!"
The extracts came out of left field and opened the door to a level of herbal cures that border on awesome. I thought the coffee bean extract made with 120 proof corn liker was the closest thing to legal meth but the antidepressant made from honey, vanilla, black pepper, aloe, and some homemade spiced rum totally blew me away with the first, and only, sip. How can I describe it? Imagine liquid black pepper smothered with creamy sweet honey and vanilla and hints of tropical rum leaving a comfortable capsicum burn from your mouth all the way down your esophagus. The effect was the awesome part. Within seconds after the first taste I could feel a distinctive endorphin rush I haven't felt since the last time I gorged myself on hot and sour soup, extra hot general tso's chicken, and an egg roll with real chinese mustard. Sorta kinda comfortably numb.
That shit put me in a state of total bliss that lasted the rest of the day. All I wanted to do was sit on the porch, watch the rain, and know full and well all's right with the world. Doing it straight might not be everyone's cup of tea but I'll bet an ounce or two in a fifth of rum will alter the mood of any party.
If anyone's interested, let me know and I'll be glad to send a sample.
I would have included a few pics but that would mean getting up and doing something.
How bout Polka Floyd instead?
To be honest, I've been making orgonite as soon as the weather allowed, produced several gallons of high proof fuel in a colorful assortment of mind numbing flavors, managed to extract monatomic gold from sea water, developed a new design for a field generator, made some colloidal silver, produced some extremely cool extracts from 130 proof alcohol and herbs, and came to the conclusion our present form of government is a scripted reality show just as bizarre as Bob Dole in The Real World.
"Bob Dole loves peanut butter! Bob Dole has never made a secret of this! Someone ate Bob Dole's peanut butter! If you want to chip in thats another story!"
The extracts came out of left field and opened the door to a level of herbal cures that border on awesome. I thought the coffee bean extract made with 120 proof corn liker was the closest thing to legal meth but the antidepressant made from honey, vanilla, black pepper, aloe, and some homemade spiced rum totally blew me away with the first, and only, sip. How can I describe it? Imagine liquid black pepper smothered with creamy sweet honey and vanilla and hints of tropical rum leaving a comfortable capsicum burn from your mouth all the way down your esophagus. The effect was the awesome part. Within seconds after the first taste I could feel a distinctive endorphin rush I haven't felt since the last time I gorged myself on hot and sour soup, extra hot general tso's chicken, and an egg roll with real chinese mustard. Sorta kinda comfortably numb.
That shit put me in a state of total bliss that lasted the rest of the day. All I wanted to do was sit on the porch, watch the rain, and know full and well all's right with the world. Doing it straight might not be everyone's cup of tea but I'll bet an ounce or two in a fifth of rum will alter the mood of any party.
If anyone's interested, let me know and I'll be glad to send a sample.
I would have included a few pics but that would mean getting up and doing something.
How bout Polka Floyd instead?
Thursday, June 12, 2014
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Wednesday, April 30, 2014
gold digging whores
By now we all know about Donald Sterling and his racist attitudes about basketball players and because of that, Magic Johnson won't go to another Clippers game as long as Sterling is the owner.
Apparently, a conversation between the eighty year old billionaire and his girl friend was recorded by someone, given to TMZ who released it to the public and Sterling was banished from going to any games and fined a couple million bucks. The question on everyone's mind should be, who set up the recording and gave it to TMZ to destroy this man? Ya think his gold digging whore of a girlfriend might have anything to do with it? Hmmmmmmmm?
I figured there must be more to this so I listened to the recording and read the transcript. As usual, the mainstream media took liberty in placing emphasis on a few things Sterling said that raised the hackles of more black people than the Trayvon Martin killing. Even Obama got on TV and said what an awful scum bag this billionaire racist is. Doesn't matter that Obama was in Malaysia when he said this, as if Malaysians could give a rats ass about basketball or the opinion of an eighty year old rich guy. They have their own problems, like a jumbo jet disappearing with American black ops fingerprints all over it.
Come to think of it, Obama seems to have direct involvement with damn near every tragedy on the news. He was shedding fake tears on TV over the fake Sandy Hook shootings and even went there for a photo-op. He got on TV after another staged operation involving a lone gunman shooting up theater goers in Aurora, CO., where he also went for a great photo-op. He was right on the fake Gifford shooting, the Fort Hood shootings 2009 and 2014, and the Washington Naval Yard shootings. (staged event) Obama also got on TV and told the world if he had a son he would be just like Trayvon Martin, the guy who was shot by Zimmerman in self defense. Obama even got on TV after they found Zimmerman not guilty and implied it was a miscarriage of justice. Gun control and race issues seems to be the only things Obama finds newsworthy enough to comment on.
I'll go so far as to say if it wasn't for Obama spouting his dumb ass opinions about Trayvon Martin and Donald Sterling, there wouldn't be any race issues to fight over.
This Obama race baiting is a diversionary tactic to keep our focus off what's really going on. Forget about this racist crap and keep a look out for a war with Syria in 2014.
Anyway... Why isn't Obama talking about gold digging whores? Anyone?
Apparently, a conversation between the eighty year old billionaire and his girl friend was recorded by someone, given to TMZ who released it to the public and Sterling was banished from going to any games and fined a couple million bucks. The question on everyone's mind should be, who set up the recording and gave it to TMZ to destroy this man? Ya think his gold digging whore of a girlfriend might have anything to do with it? Hmmmmmmmm?
I figured there must be more to this so I listened to the recording and read the transcript. As usual, the mainstream media took liberty in placing emphasis on a few things Sterling said that raised the hackles of more black people than the Trayvon Martin killing. Even Obama got on TV and said what an awful scum bag this billionaire racist is. Doesn't matter that Obama was in Malaysia when he said this, as if Malaysians could give a rats ass about basketball or the opinion of an eighty year old rich guy. They have their own problems, like a jumbo jet disappearing with American black ops fingerprints all over it.
Come to think of it, Obama seems to have direct involvement with damn near every tragedy on the news. He was shedding fake tears on TV over the fake Sandy Hook shootings and even went there for a photo-op. He got on TV after another staged operation involving a lone gunman shooting up theater goers in Aurora, CO., where he also went for a great photo-op. He was right on the fake Gifford shooting, the Fort Hood shootings 2009 and 2014, and the Washington Naval Yard shootings. (staged event) Obama also got on TV and told the world if he had a son he would be just like Trayvon Martin, the guy who was shot by Zimmerman in self defense. Obama even got on TV after they found Zimmerman not guilty and implied it was a miscarriage of justice. Gun control and race issues seems to be the only things Obama finds newsworthy enough to comment on.
I'll go so far as to say if it wasn't for Obama spouting his dumb ass opinions about Trayvon Martin and Donald Sterling, there wouldn't be any race issues to fight over.
This Obama race baiting is a diversionary tactic to keep our focus off what's really going on. Forget about this racist crap and keep a look out for a war with Syria in 2014.
Anyway... Why isn't Obama talking about gold digging whores? Anyone?
Thursday, April 10, 2014
cinematic intuition
I've learned a long time ago to pay attention to my intuition when rational thought seems to make more sense. Brains work with available data to construct a rational idea. Intuition is inspiration out of left field and more often than not, it's ignored by rational thought. It's the difference between free-form art and coloring by numbers. Sometimes your brain gets in your own way.
Last week I had three movies in mind I couldn't shake. Dune, 1984, and Dr. Strangelove. It's been years since I saw either of these flicks but for reasons I can't explain I had this burning desire to see them again. What's more, my cinematic appetites required me to see them in a specific sequence starting with Dr. Strangelove.
We all know the plot line. Renegade general goes off his nut and launches a nuclear attack on Russia triggering the doomsday machine the Russians developed to offset the ever increasing costs of the arms race, the space race, and the peace race.
General Jack Ripper saw the introduction of fluoride in our food and water as an international commie conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids and more than enough reason to launch a full nuclear attack.
Fifty years later... Endorsed by the American Dental Association, fluoride is now in every major water supply in the US as well as most canned food, processed food, tooth paste, ice cream, fast food, and the air we breathe. All vaccines in the US contain fluoride and mercury and the CDC requires all American children to receive up to 23 vaccinations in their first 23 months of life, alone.
Before 1946 fluoride was an effective rat poison and was fed to Nazi concentration camp prisoners to keep them docile and accept their fates. How does that fit into your international commie conspiracy?
Dr. Strangelove wasn't about the horror of nuclear war. It was about the enslavement of humanity and one man's effort to stop it.
The next night was David Lynch's Dune and I couldn't be more pleased. Just the idea of taking Herbert's pondering epic and transforming it into a two hour popcorn fest was totally impossible but this was David Lynch at his bizarre best. Pre-cgi and green screen, Lynch used models, hand painted cells, individual thought narration, and the best craftsmen in the business to get the look he wanted. He still considers Dune his epic failure because he didn't have final cut and an extra hour of run time.
I won't even try to summarize Dune in one paragraph but I'll focus on an important aspect of the film.
Critics were told by the powers that be to bury Dune because it was supposed to be an action film like Star Wars, but Lynch ended up making a spiritual film about consciousness and evolution. Every once in a while Hollywood greenlights such a project but doesn't like it when they realized what they approved wasn't a shoot-em-up space western. The studio's job isn't just to make money but dumb people down in the process.
The weirding way from the book was a concept far too complex for movie goers to comprehend so a weirding module was included in the movie as a bridge but the result is the same. A devastating weapon used only by the righteous to conquer evil. It had unlimited power, required no ammunition, with only the will and a word as it's trigger. Directed consciousness to defeat a foe. Did anyone notice the black pyramid on top of the weirding module? Ya think it was made of orgonite? Hmmmm?
Dune was all about spice, a substance found only on Dune that heightens consciousness, folds space, makes human computers possible, and without it society will crumble.
"He who can destroy a thing, controls a thing."
Dune was about the enslavement of humanity and one man's successful effort to stop it.
Clearly, this was the message from flick 2.
It was April 4th when I viewed 1984, the third and last movie I moderately obsessed over.
I don't know why I liked this movie so much. It's bleak, dark, dirty, disgusting, and the epitome of an over-the-top Orwellian nightmare, but for reasons I can't explain, it always cheered me up when I was down. And now I get to see it again. Oh joy!
Winston Smith... What a loser. This guy worked for the ministry of truth re-writing history for the masses. A low level bureaucratic drone working for Big Brother putting out fake news. He knows it's fake but does it anyway, just like our main stream media does. And just like today's journalists, he sits at a desk and reports whatever crap his masters tell him to do. Re-writing history includes making someone an unperson, erasing all evidence they ever existed, including co-workers and friends, as if Winston ever had any friends. He knows what he's doing and knows it's wrong but does it anyway. He knows there's a movement against Big Brother, as well as everyone else, but no one talks about it because thought-crime is death so everyone tucks tail and goes along with the program until they cease to exist. He meets Julia, gets laid, talks treason to the wrong person, and both of them spend a few weeks in the Ministry of Love where they get tortured in the most horrible ways imaginable and confess to every crime they're asked before they get a bullet in the back of the head when they least expect it. At least he got laid.
As I was watching this film I couldn't help but wonder if I knew I would get caught and tortured for weeks and disappear without so much as a whimper, would I kick up a fuss first? Maybe an impulsive kick in the balls and a fist in the face with a loud rebel yell for starters. Did ya see that coming, Mr. thought policeman?
My guess is too much fluoride in the food turned everyone into docile slaves while the constant barrage of never ending war, increasing austerity, manufactured frankin-food, and the occasional missile attack broadcast on the Big Brother network 24/7/365 keeps everyone in a state of low level trauma, susceptible and accepting of any fate that awaits them. Kinda like today.
The one thing that made me do a double take was the date in Winston's journal. It was the same date I watched the movie. April 4. As enjoyable as it was watching Winston's wretched life go from bad to worse while he endured unimaginable torture and brainwashing at the hands of the thought police, I can't help thinking the only reason this flick was thrown in with the other two was to see the date in his diary. Like saying, Yep, it's no accident.
I find it interesting that 1984 is the only movie in this group that doesn't focus on water as a constant theme. The only fluids anyone drinks in 1984 is gin and the only scene involving water is when Winston tries to unplug his neighbors sink full of a substance better suited to the toilet in a dysentery ward.
Let's recap.
Dr Strangelove. General Jack Ripper launches a nuclear attack on Russia to prevent the fluoridation of our water and precious bodily fluids to free humanity.
Dune. Paul Atreides becomes the universes super-being and messiah by drinking the water of life and freeing humanity with spirituality as a weapon against evil.
1984. Winston Smith has fluid exchange with his girlfriend and dies a useless death. Water is unfit to drink.
In your opinion, which of these three movie scenarios is closest to your reality?
Bottled water anyone?
Last week I had three movies in mind I couldn't shake. Dune, 1984, and Dr. Strangelove. It's been years since I saw either of these flicks but for reasons I can't explain I had this burning desire to see them again. What's more, my cinematic appetites required me to see them in a specific sequence starting with Dr. Strangelove.
We all know the plot line. Renegade general goes off his nut and launches a nuclear attack on Russia triggering the doomsday machine the Russians developed to offset the ever increasing costs of the arms race, the space race, and the peace race.
General Jack Ripper saw the introduction of fluoride in our food and water as an international commie conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids and more than enough reason to launch a full nuclear attack.
Fifty years later... Endorsed by the American Dental Association, fluoride is now in every major water supply in the US as well as most canned food, processed food, tooth paste, ice cream, fast food, and the air we breathe. All vaccines in the US contain fluoride and mercury and the CDC requires all American children to receive up to 23 vaccinations in their first 23 months of life, alone.
Before 1946 fluoride was an effective rat poison and was fed to Nazi concentration camp prisoners to keep them docile and accept their fates. How does that fit into your international commie conspiracy?
Dr. Strangelove wasn't about the horror of nuclear war. It was about the enslavement of humanity and one man's effort to stop it.
The next night was David Lynch's Dune and I couldn't be more pleased. Just the idea of taking Herbert's pondering epic and transforming it into a two hour popcorn fest was totally impossible but this was David Lynch at his bizarre best. Pre-cgi and green screen, Lynch used models, hand painted cells, individual thought narration, and the best craftsmen in the business to get the look he wanted. He still considers Dune his epic failure because he didn't have final cut and an extra hour of run time.
I won't even try to summarize Dune in one paragraph but I'll focus on an important aspect of the film.
Critics were told by the powers that be to bury Dune because it was supposed to be an action film like Star Wars, but Lynch ended up making a spiritual film about consciousness and evolution. Every once in a while Hollywood greenlights such a project but doesn't like it when they realized what they approved wasn't a shoot-em-up space western. The studio's job isn't just to make money but dumb people down in the process.
The weirding way from the book was a concept far too complex for movie goers to comprehend so a weirding module was included in the movie as a bridge but the result is the same. A devastating weapon used only by the righteous to conquer evil. It had unlimited power, required no ammunition, with only the will and a word as it's trigger. Directed consciousness to defeat a foe. Did anyone notice the black pyramid on top of the weirding module? Ya think it was made of orgonite? Hmmmm?
Dune was all about spice, a substance found only on Dune that heightens consciousness, folds space, makes human computers possible, and without it society will crumble.
"He who can destroy a thing, controls a thing."
Dune was about the enslavement of humanity and one man's successful effort to stop it.
Clearly, this was the message from flick 2.
It was April 4th when I viewed 1984, the third and last movie I moderately obsessed over.
I don't know why I liked this movie so much. It's bleak, dark, dirty, disgusting, and the epitome of an over-the-top Orwellian nightmare, but for reasons I can't explain, it always cheered me up when I was down. And now I get to see it again. Oh joy!
Winston Smith... What a loser. This guy worked for the ministry of truth re-writing history for the masses. A low level bureaucratic drone working for Big Brother putting out fake news. He knows it's fake but does it anyway, just like our main stream media does. And just like today's journalists, he sits at a desk and reports whatever crap his masters tell him to do. Re-writing history includes making someone an unperson, erasing all evidence they ever existed, including co-workers and friends, as if Winston ever had any friends. He knows what he's doing and knows it's wrong but does it anyway. He knows there's a movement against Big Brother, as well as everyone else, but no one talks about it because thought-crime is death so everyone tucks tail and goes along with the program until they cease to exist. He meets Julia, gets laid, talks treason to the wrong person, and both of them spend a few weeks in the Ministry of Love where they get tortured in the most horrible ways imaginable and confess to every crime they're asked before they get a bullet in the back of the head when they least expect it. At least he got laid.
As I was watching this film I couldn't help but wonder if I knew I would get caught and tortured for weeks and disappear without so much as a whimper, would I kick up a fuss first? Maybe an impulsive kick in the balls and a fist in the face with a loud rebel yell for starters. Did ya see that coming, Mr. thought policeman?
My guess is too much fluoride in the food turned everyone into docile slaves while the constant barrage of never ending war, increasing austerity, manufactured frankin-food, and the occasional missile attack broadcast on the Big Brother network 24/7/365 keeps everyone in a state of low level trauma, susceptible and accepting of any fate that awaits them. Kinda like today.
The one thing that made me do a double take was the date in Winston's journal. It was the same date I watched the movie. April 4. As enjoyable as it was watching Winston's wretched life go from bad to worse while he endured unimaginable torture and brainwashing at the hands of the thought police, I can't help thinking the only reason this flick was thrown in with the other two was to see the date in his diary. Like saying, Yep, it's no accident.
I find it interesting that 1984 is the only movie in this group that doesn't focus on water as a constant theme. The only fluids anyone drinks in 1984 is gin and the only scene involving water is when Winston tries to unplug his neighbors sink full of a substance better suited to the toilet in a dysentery ward.
Let's recap.
Dr Strangelove. General Jack Ripper launches a nuclear attack on Russia to prevent the fluoridation of our water and precious bodily fluids to free humanity.
Dune. Paul Atreides becomes the universes super-being and messiah by drinking the water of life and freeing humanity with spirituality as a weapon against evil.
1984. Winston Smith has fluid exchange with his girlfriend and dies a useless death. Water is unfit to drink.
In your opinion, which of these three movie scenarios is closest to your reality?
Bottled water anyone?
Sunday, February 09, 2014
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
superman
I was driving home from work the other day when a thought came to me.
How cool would it be to have Superman as a neighbor! We all have these little problems from time to time that require jumping through hoops to overcome. Big problems for us but a walk in the park for Superman. He can easily lift your car off the ground so you can stand up while changing your oil and chit chat while he's doing it.
"Hey Superman, I'm about to clean the chimney. How bout a hand?" Childs play... He'll just fly to the top of the house and blow the dirt down the chimney and test it out with his heat vision.
Even though he'd gladly help out in a neighborly way, I don't think I'd feel right imposing on our friendship by asking him to do my chores. He has his own chores to do, like mowing the lawn and dead-heading the roses. Ok, so he can run at light speed but his mower blades can go only so fast and that means the man of steel has no choice but to take his time and stroll behind his push mower like any other property owner.
Just like anyone else, I'll bet Superman really needs some R & R from fighting crime 24/7/365. Just because he's an alien in a strange world doesn't mean he should be expected to jump up and fix every little emergency that comes along. Superman needs a vacation too and I'll bet he would love to hang out with humans, other than Jimmy and Lois, and just let his hair down and be himself.
Superman doesn't smoke, drink or swear and that might be the reason he spends all his time working at the Daily Planet pretending to be human. As if journalists don't smoke, drink or swear. That just shows you how hard it must be for a total alien to blend, even for the man of steel. He never gets to hang with his peer group because he has no peers. They all died when Krypton blew up. Superman stands alone as a super hero pretending to be human, where all the other super heroes are humans wearing masks when they transform. The only time he can truly be himself is when he dons his tights and cape, gets into his alien god character and flies off to serve his adopted race, helping those too stupid and weak to help themselves.
I think all Superman needs is some real people to hang with who won't ask him to do tricks.
me: Hey Superman, I'm having a little party next door. Wanna stop by for some burgers and beer?
Superman: I don't drink.
me: Why not? It's not like you'll get drunk or anything. You can drink a river of rum and still fly a straight line.
Superman: I don't smoke, drink or swear.
me: Do you eat clams?
Superman: I love clams. I'll be right over.
As the steaks are charing, Superman makes his entrance by gliding over the tree tops and does a soft landing in the back yard by the beer cooler, where one of the guests offer him a beer. He looks at it as if he's using x ray vision to see what's inside when someone says, "Go on, S man, crack it open. It's not like you'll fly into trees and piss your tights." Soon, the man of steel slam his first of many Yuenglings and lets out a belch that downs three walnut trees in the meadow, raising gales of laughter and rebel yells from the semi-inebriated party guests.
The only fly in the ointment is Superman's zero tolerance for law breakers. No one dares fire up a joint while this alien top cop is hanging around and Superman's total memory recall has already pulled a rap sheet on every felon at this gathering and he's making everyone nervous with his pointed questions about overdue library books, oxycontin sales, meth labs, and talks of revolution 100 yards away in the basement with all the doors and windows closed while the living room music was up full blast.
It's obvious. This guy is potentially dangerous, in a very extreme way.
Soon, the idea of partying with Superman doesn't sound like a good idea. This guy, with his super hearing, super eyesight, and total memory recall is worse than a party full of NSA agents on steroids. His invulnerability and super strength ensures he always gets his way, usually bypassing the judicial system and depositing lawbreakers in the prison of his choice. A lifetime of superior intellect and zero tolerance for lawbreakers, with never so much as a challenge, argument, or disagreement from any human as to how he dishes out his single-minded form of immediate justice, produced an alien super being, secretly living amongst us, who has never experienced any kind of opposition to his will. In short, a bully disguised as a good guy who dresses funny, with little more than a code of conduct preventing him from laying waste to the entire planet.
Now that I think about it, I'd prefer Superman to stay as far away from humanity as possible and thank god his little space ship crashed in Nebraska instead of Nazi Germany.
By comparison, Lex Luthor would be more fun to hang with.
It seems Superman needs Jimmy and Lois more than they need him.
Truly, a stranger in a strange land without a hope of ever knowing what being human is like. No peers, no friends, and his closest relationships are a couple of nosy reporters who talk about him behind his back and worship him for what he can do for them.
I find Superman to be a pitiable creature and he has my deepest sympathies.
How cool would it be to have Superman as a neighbor! We all have these little problems from time to time that require jumping through hoops to overcome. Big problems for us but a walk in the park for Superman. He can easily lift your car off the ground so you can stand up while changing your oil and chit chat while he's doing it.
"Hey Superman, I'm about to clean the chimney. How bout a hand?" Childs play... He'll just fly to the top of the house and blow the dirt down the chimney and test it out with his heat vision.
Even though he'd gladly help out in a neighborly way, I don't think I'd feel right imposing on our friendship by asking him to do my chores. He has his own chores to do, like mowing the lawn and dead-heading the roses. Ok, so he can run at light speed but his mower blades can go only so fast and that means the man of steel has no choice but to take his time and stroll behind his push mower like any other property owner.
Just like anyone else, I'll bet Superman really needs some R & R from fighting crime 24/7/365. Just because he's an alien in a strange world doesn't mean he should be expected to jump up and fix every little emergency that comes along. Superman needs a vacation too and I'll bet he would love to hang out with humans, other than Jimmy and Lois, and just let his hair down and be himself.
Superman doesn't smoke, drink or swear and that might be the reason he spends all his time working at the Daily Planet pretending to be human. As if journalists don't smoke, drink or swear. That just shows you how hard it must be for a total alien to blend, even for the man of steel. He never gets to hang with his peer group because he has no peers. They all died when Krypton blew up. Superman stands alone as a super hero pretending to be human, where all the other super heroes are humans wearing masks when they transform. The only time he can truly be himself is when he dons his tights and cape, gets into his alien god character and flies off to serve his adopted race, helping those too stupid and weak to help themselves.
I think all Superman needs is some real people to hang with who won't ask him to do tricks.
me: Hey Superman, I'm having a little party next door. Wanna stop by for some burgers and beer?
Superman: I don't drink.
me: Why not? It's not like you'll get drunk or anything. You can drink a river of rum and still fly a straight line.
Superman: I don't smoke, drink or swear.
me: Do you eat clams?
Superman: I love clams. I'll be right over.
As the steaks are charing, Superman makes his entrance by gliding over the tree tops and does a soft landing in the back yard by the beer cooler, where one of the guests offer him a beer. He looks at it as if he's using x ray vision to see what's inside when someone says, "Go on, S man, crack it open. It's not like you'll fly into trees and piss your tights." Soon, the man of steel slam his first of many Yuenglings and lets out a belch that downs three walnut trees in the meadow, raising gales of laughter and rebel yells from the semi-inebriated party guests.
The only fly in the ointment is Superman's zero tolerance for law breakers. No one dares fire up a joint while this alien top cop is hanging around and Superman's total memory recall has already pulled a rap sheet on every felon at this gathering and he's making everyone nervous with his pointed questions about overdue library books, oxycontin sales, meth labs, and talks of revolution 100 yards away in the basement with all the doors and windows closed while the living room music was up full blast.
It's obvious. This guy is potentially dangerous, in a very extreme way.
Soon, the idea of partying with Superman doesn't sound like a good idea. This guy, with his super hearing, super eyesight, and total memory recall is worse than a party full of NSA agents on steroids. His invulnerability and super strength ensures he always gets his way, usually bypassing the judicial system and depositing lawbreakers in the prison of his choice. A lifetime of superior intellect and zero tolerance for lawbreakers, with never so much as a challenge, argument, or disagreement from any human as to how he dishes out his single-minded form of immediate justice, produced an alien super being, secretly living amongst us, who has never experienced any kind of opposition to his will. In short, a bully disguised as a good guy who dresses funny, with little more than a code of conduct preventing him from laying waste to the entire planet.
Now that I think about it, I'd prefer Superman to stay as far away from humanity as possible and thank god his little space ship crashed in Nebraska instead of Nazi Germany.
By comparison, Lex Luthor would be more fun to hang with.
It seems Superman needs Jimmy and Lois more than they need him.
Truly, a stranger in a strange land without a hope of ever knowing what being human is like. No peers, no friends, and his closest relationships are a couple of nosy reporters who talk about him behind his back and worship him for what he can do for them.
I find Superman to be a pitiable creature and he has my deepest sympathies.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
stuff up the cracks, highway star
I was surfing Jon Lord and through tangents and torrents I ended up with this little Zappa gem that cycled me down to a simpler time of love and death angst.
But, then again, Jon Lord had his own version of love and death angst in the form of a Hammond C3 organ driving through Marshall speakers in an effort to match the attack and volume of Blackmore's guitar in Highway Star.
One is white port and lemon juice. The other is speed and black Afghanistan at 40 bucks an ounce.
In case you're wondering why they don't make music like this anymore... They're all dead, leaving the rest of us with survival angst.
I tried playing both of these tunes at the same time, thinking it might have the same effect as mixing cocaine and heroin. It doesn't. But don't take my word for it. Last I heard, music is still a legal high, so experiment away!
So, what'll it be? Sedation or adrenaline?
But, then again, Jon Lord had his own version of love and death angst in the form of a Hammond C3 organ driving through Marshall speakers in an effort to match the attack and volume of Blackmore's guitar in Highway Star.
One is white port and lemon juice. The other is speed and black Afghanistan at 40 bucks an ounce.
In case you're wondering why they don't make music like this anymore... They're all dead, leaving the rest of us with survival angst.
I tried playing both of these tunes at the same time, thinking it might have the same effect as mixing cocaine and heroin. It doesn't. But don't take my word for it. Last I heard, music is still a legal high, so experiment away!
So, what'll it be? Sedation or adrenaline?
Thursday, December 05, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
I finally got this damn thing finished
I can't take credit for this design. That credit goes to Jon Logan, one of the greatest orgonite engineers pioneering the fringes of orgone bioenergy. It's proper name is 2nd generation Orgone Field Pulser II Mobius-driven Bioenergy Generator. Pulser for short.
From the start, I had problems building this thing and it seemed I had to redo each step before moving on to the next. The internal reflective chamber was larger to accommodate the 7" crystal which required larger molds for each stage, which required scrounging larger molds with the required slope for this specific project. When the mold melted before the chamber casting was set, spilling sticky medium density orgonite all over my work area, I put this mess on the back burner for a few weeks until I decided to start over from scratch.
In the meantime, I built a few field generators and a bunch or orgonite and everything just blissfully flowed. That told me it wasn't me but this pulser I was obsessing over that made me doubt my skills and made building it such a chore.
The second time around, things came together much easier and within a few days the casting was complete and ready for clean up. The paint job was not only the final organic layer but gives it a real kickass look.
The Interior of this unit is a hollow reflective chamber housing a mobius wrapped 7" crystal with a mini orgone accumulator at the base. The base, chamber, and nose castings all have specific orgonite densities designed to attract bioenergy through the base, compress and amplify it in the compression chamber, and send the amplified quantity of bioenergy through the top pipe.
This thing will run on it's own in passive mode but stimulating it with frequency brings out the beast and the last two nights of this unit running on 432Hz produced the best nights sleep I've had for a long time.
One reason it took so long to complete this project was the addition of mono atomic gold in the nose cone. If you can grasp the potential this unit is capable of, you'll agree the addition of mono atomic gold is way more than a necessary component.
There are many more goodies in this package like hematite and gold at the accumulator base with a pair of SBB coils to direct energy and various powdered crystals at specific locations with an assortment of curing frequencies but that sort of detail would require a web page rather than a simple blog.
If you want the nuts and bolts on how to build one of these you can find out here.
All that needs to be done now is building a radionics panel to run this thing.
Just so ya know, I have no problem mixing resin, building molds, and making orgonite in any shape. So when I say building a radionics panel is a walk in the park compared to building this unit, I don't mean to say soldering tiny parts old school is fun. I'm saying the pain in the ass job of soldering tiny parts old school is easier by a long shot than building this pulser was.
If you plan on building one of these, let me know. Just don't ask me to build it for you, ok?
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
jumpin jesus a new ball park.
Let us define the measurement of known scientific facts in the year 1 A.D. as "one jesus," or "1j," using the name of the celebrated philosopher born that year.
It took roughly 40,000 to 100,000 years to accumulate the sum of 1j, since that's about how long homo sapiens have been on this planet.
It took 1500 years for the sum of human knowledge to double to 2j. The next doubling came in about 250 years. Now we have 4j as the sum of human knowledge in the year 1750 A.D. The next doubling took 150 years, and by 1900 we had 8j. The next doubling took 50 years so now we have 16j. Ten years later we doubled again to 32j. The next doubling took seven years, bringing our sum to 64j. The next doubling, six years, so by the year 1973 we had 128j. By 1982 we had 512j in our information coffers and there's no reason to imagine the acceleration has stopped. In fact, the sum of all human knowledge has begun to double by nanoseconds by the early '90s.
We live in accelerated times, and information is doubling faster than we can blink-- and it's increasing. If you compare all the information that's out there to what we know as individuals, you can easily see we know nothing at all. Anything you compare to infinity is always zero. Every field is so absolutely full of increasing knowledge that we had to develop sub-fields in order to try and make sense of it. There are so many specialties in medicine, banking, architecture, electronics, that even the specialists can't keep up with it all. All this information is out there but even the Internet, a small sliver of exponentially expanding information, is beyond our capability to be mapped. An even smaller bit of specialized knowledge, our phone calls and emails that have been collected by intelligence agencies, amounts to a stack of hard drives that can reach the moon.
And what was happening during this Jumping Jesus phenomenon?
6,000 years ago, Priest kings suddenly appeared and took control of the world as we know it. A small group of royal-political families and banking elite families took control of the world.
Money was introduced as a tool of enslavement.
Rothschild, Rockefeller, Morgan, and a few other families own all the banks, own all the governments, and control all the money, resources, and assets of the world.
And what did all this knowledge get us?
We are all born free on our planet but we cannot move around freely. We cannot live where we choose to. We have to follow rules and laws that we did not agree to. We have to work to pay taxes. The restrictions are endless.
Every socio-political system has failed us. Humans everywhere live in misery. There seems to be no happy outcome to the political and economic mess of the planet. Every year, every month it gets worse. More poverty, hunger, homelessness. Global economic collapse is imminent. One third of the worlds food goes to waste because poor, starving people have no money.
So what. You might say it was capitalism and the monetary system that helped propel us to this negative utopia where we all have to work jobs we hate to make money to maintain our climate controlled environments and to buy sub-standard food and crap we don't need to keep the system going in a downward spiral of bleak prosperity while enriching the elite few? That's exactly what I'm saying. And with the present system in place it's never going to get any better than it is right now.
Let me go a step further and say we are not physical creatures doomed to this existence of following the leader in a blind, drunkards walk over the cliff like mindless lemmings. We are more than that. We're spiritual beings trapped in this meaningless existence by the rulers of this planet through coercion, propaganda, laws, and a passive-aggressive police force state to keep us in place to maintain their system of control.
If the Jumping Jesus phenomenon is correct, why aren't we smarter?
We are. We just don't know it yet. Humanity as come to the point where normal thought processes are no longer efficient enough to handle all the data we receive. Intuition is emerging as the new human thought processing app with reason and logic serving as validation mechanisms. We've gone from instinctual hunter-gatherers to inventive problem solvers to mindless consumers. In spite of our cradle to grave social programming and everything we see around us, we all KNOW this isn't the way things are supposed to be. That's your emerging intuition whispering in the background while your brain is preoccupied with the scripted fiction we're trained to believe as reality.
When you play in someone else's ball park you play by their rules.
You can't win this game if the royals, politicians, and bankers change the rules whenever it suits them. We've never won a game and never will. We're not meant to win but we're all brainwashed into thinking we might win one this time.
Maybe it's time to play in our own ball park for a change.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
back in the orgonite saddle again
It's amazing what's happened these past few weeks. While I was immersed in my own projects like the north west field generator, the pulsar project, ORMUS, and an improved batch of absinthe, it seems those guys in Washington have all gone completely mad. It's as if the system is imploding and I'm not sure if it's by accident or design.
The naval yard outside DC had a few problems with a contractor. It seems he was being controlled or influenced by extremely low frequency electromagnetic waves before he embarked on a bloody shooting rampage at the Washington Navy Yard.
BBC REPORT:
Members of a Washington DC Swat team who the BBC has learned were ordered not to respond to Monday's Navy Yard shootings have yet to be contacted by the authorities.
The Capitol Police tactical response team was told by a supervisor to leave the scene instead of aiding municipal officers, sources told the BBC.
Meanwhile, the department has installed a new leader of the elite unit. No reason has been given for the decision.
Gunman Aaron Alexis killed 12 people.
It wasn't until this shooting that I realized why military bases are such easy targets for mass killings. Guns weren't allowed on military bases since the Clinton administration. I never knew that, did you? I mean, these are military installations. They're called armed forces for a reason. Without arms, or weapons, soldiers become service personnel. Sounds like something you'd call uniformed waiters.
The federal government is on semi-shutdown, meaning non-important government personnel are on furlough, or in private sector terms, vacation. Non-important means federal parks, social security, federal landmarks and memorials, health and human services... you know, all that stuff that only affects real people. Not to worry. All those government employees on furlough will receive back pay for the time they were off, making this a paid vacation for them. The reason the federal government is on semi-shutdown? Obama wants obamacare and no one else does.
And this is just the home-front. Earlier the commander in chief was on the brink of starting WWIII because he wanted to bomb Syria. For the first time in history, the American people gave Russia's leader a higher approval rating than the US president.
Just when you think it can't get any crazier, it gets crazier.
Last week a woman from Connecticut was murdered in Washington DC by capital police and secret service for getting lost near the white house. She was supposedly in communication with Obama, via radio waves in her head, and drove to Washington with her one year old child in the back seat. After capital police stopped her car they put a dozen bullets in her head and congress gave them a standing ovation for a job well done.
Well, I can't be bothered by this absurd federal reality show. I got some orgonite to make.
What you see here is a field generator that didn't quite measure up to my stringent standards. After building and testing this thing for a week or so I decided to do a complete do-over from scratch and put this unit on the back burner.
It's constructed of an inner ring of powdered red iron oxide, resin, and powdered brass with a mobius coil made from 60' of 18 gauge magnet wire. The second layer was of a much lesser density of black iron oxide, play sand, resin, a pinch of DA salt, and a half gram of ORMUS to boost it's potential. The last layer was clear resin and powdered selenite.
In all intents and purposes, this thing should've really taken off but the energy field I felt just left me flat. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Checking it out with my gauss meter, I could clearly detect the toroid shaped energy field surrounding it and going off the scale six inches above the center, showing the energy was directed straight up. Swapping cores showed some cores worked better than others but still nothing to jump up and down about. It seemed this thing wasn't going to perform any better no matter what I do so I opted to go back through my notes and work out a better plan.
Although the energy field in this unit felt extremely weak, it seemed to alter my dreams while sleeping. It took on, for lack of a better term, a velvet feel. While this thing was humming away downstairs, I could feel the difference in my dream-state and each morning I'd wake up to one line revelations that encapsulated the essence of that night's adventures.
Still, I wasn't convinced and set out to build another one using my first PVC CB field generator as a base.
The mobius was built using insulated wire instead of magnet wire and was suspended in the mold using wooden popsicle sticks. On the outside of the mold I taped a dozen rare earth magnets at the midway point to magnetically align the iron and made a single pour in five stages. The mixture consisted of a dense slurry of black and red iron oxide in a ratio of 6:1 with a pinch of DA salt and a half gram of monoatomic gold. At the half way point I let the mixture gel and added fourteen small DT crystals around the mobius perimeter, along with small brass particles and aluminum to keep a metal presence near the coil. The final layer consisting of clear resin, trace amounts of iron oxide and powdered aluminum, and powdered selenite. An amped 432Hz frequency was pumped through the mobius until the resin set.
All I can say is night and day! This new and improved model is every bit as impressive as I wanted it to be. The energy flow is obvious and you can feel the energy form around the ring maxing out over the top. The center cone copper pipe extends past the base and contains a small orgone accumulator made up of three laminations of steel wool and electrical tape with a chunk of hematite and a SBB coil at the base to help direct the energy. Embedding the accumulator in medium density orgonite completes it.
The reason orgonite is so much safer than an orgone accumulator is because orgonite will transmute DOR (dangerous orgone) into POR (life enhancing stuff), where an orgone accumulator will attract and concentrate all orgone energy, DOR as well as POR. The reasoning behind installing a miniature orgone accumulator at the cone base is to attract POR like a sponge and transmute it as fast as it can, right out the pipe. Since this device was designed to eliminate chemtrails and bring out some blue sky in Seattle, WA, an old school accumulator seems like the best way to pack the biggest punch in a smaller package.
Will it clear the Seattle skies? I know during the few weeks I was working on this project the skies around here have never been bluer and the air quality has never been better. Each day was nicer than the day before. The day I unplugged and shipped this unit, the sky started to turn overcast and progressively shittier with each passing day, while it looks like the rain stopped in Seattle.
I wonder if I should make a unit for those guys in Washington? I hear a hard rains a gonna fall.
On second thought, fuck em.
The naval yard outside DC had a few problems with a contractor. It seems he was being controlled or influenced by extremely low frequency electromagnetic waves before he embarked on a bloody shooting rampage at the Washington Navy Yard.
BBC REPORT:
Members of a Washington DC Swat team who the BBC has learned were ordered not to respond to Monday's Navy Yard shootings have yet to be contacted by the authorities.
The Capitol Police tactical response team was told by a supervisor to leave the scene instead of aiding municipal officers, sources told the BBC.
Meanwhile, the department has installed a new leader of the elite unit. No reason has been given for the decision.
Gunman Aaron Alexis killed 12 people.
It wasn't until this shooting that I realized why military bases are such easy targets for mass killings. Guns weren't allowed on military bases since the Clinton administration. I never knew that, did you? I mean, these are military installations. They're called armed forces for a reason. Without arms, or weapons, soldiers become service personnel. Sounds like something you'd call uniformed waiters.
The federal government is on semi-shutdown, meaning non-important government personnel are on furlough, or in private sector terms, vacation. Non-important means federal parks, social security, federal landmarks and memorials, health and human services... you know, all that stuff that only affects real people. Not to worry. All those government employees on furlough will receive back pay for the time they were off, making this a paid vacation for them. The reason the federal government is on semi-shutdown? Obama wants obamacare and no one else does.
And this is just the home-front. Earlier the commander in chief was on the brink of starting WWIII because he wanted to bomb Syria. For the first time in history, the American people gave Russia's leader a higher approval rating than the US president.
Just when you think it can't get any crazier, it gets crazier.
Last week a woman from Connecticut was murdered in Washington DC by capital police and secret service for getting lost near the white house. She was supposedly in communication with Obama, via radio waves in her head, and drove to Washington with her one year old child in the back seat. After capital police stopped her car they put a dozen bullets in her head and congress gave them a standing ovation for a job well done.
Well, I can't be bothered by this absurd federal reality show. I got some orgonite to make.
It's constructed of an inner ring of powdered red iron oxide, resin, and powdered brass with a mobius coil made from 60' of 18 gauge magnet wire. The second layer was of a much lesser density of black iron oxide, play sand, resin, a pinch of DA salt, and a half gram of ORMUS to boost it's potential. The last layer was clear resin and powdered selenite.
In all intents and purposes, this thing should've really taken off but the energy field I felt just left me flat. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Checking it out with my gauss meter, I could clearly detect the toroid shaped energy field surrounding it and going off the scale six inches above the center, showing the energy was directed straight up. Swapping cores showed some cores worked better than others but still nothing to jump up and down about. It seemed this thing wasn't going to perform any better no matter what I do so I opted to go back through my notes and work out a better plan.
Although the energy field in this unit felt extremely weak, it seemed to alter my dreams while sleeping. It took on, for lack of a better term, a velvet feel. While this thing was humming away downstairs, I could feel the difference in my dream-state and each morning I'd wake up to one line revelations that encapsulated the essence of that night's adventures.
Still, I wasn't convinced and set out to build another one using my first PVC CB field generator as a base.
The mobius was built using insulated wire instead of magnet wire and was suspended in the mold using wooden popsicle sticks. On the outside of the mold I taped a dozen rare earth magnets at the midway point to magnetically align the iron and made a single pour in five stages. The mixture consisted of a dense slurry of black and red iron oxide in a ratio of 6:1 with a pinch of DA salt and a half gram of monoatomic gold. At the half way point I let the mixture gel and added fourteen small DT crystals around the mobius perimeter, along with small brass particles and aluminum to keep a metal presence near the coil. The final layer consisting of clear resin, trace amounts of iron oxide and powdered aluminum, and powdered selenite. An amped 432Hz frequency was pumped through the mobius until the resin set.
All I can say is night and day! This new and improved model is every bit as impressive as I wanted it to be. The energy flow is obvious and you can feel the energy form around the ring maxing out over the top. The center cone copper pipe extends past the base and contains a small orgone accumulator made up of three laminations of steel wool and electrical tape with a chunk of hematite and a SBB coil at the base to help direct the energy. Embedding the accumulator in medium density orgonite completes it.
Will it clear the Seattle skies? I know during the few weeks I was working on this project the skies around here have never been bluer and the air quality has never been better. Each day was nicer than the day before. The day I unplugged and shipped this unit, the sky started to turn overcast and progressively shittier with each passing day, while it looks like the rain stopped in Seattle.
I wonder if I should make a unit for those guys in Washington? I hear a hard rains a gonna fall.
On second thought, fuck em.
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