to the moon, alice

There's a belief shared by quantum physicists, eastern mystics, and ancient wise guys that the reality we live in is self created and every detail of our waking reality is as individually crafted as our own sleep dreams.

Sometimes my dreams ignore the laws of physics and I'm able to fly, jump over mountains, walk through walls, breathe under water, and instantly transport myself to a completely different setting.

If reality is self created, why would we include the laws of physics?  If flying is what we want, why would we include gravity and further compound it my making it an unbreakable law?  It's like speed bumps at the Indi 500.

I tend to think we've been programed to accept these carved in stone "laws" to keep us from levitating over the stockyard fence and jumping over the moon.

 

how bout a do over

I firmly believe that we make our own universe from our own subconscious intent. 

The one I live in has an economic system that relies on extreme conflict, resulting in mass death, so that a profiteer that I don't know, can increase their bottom line from interest rates from loans to both sides of any conflict.

I beg your forgiveness for ruining so many lives but I never took an economics class in college.

I'll do better next time. 

it's all just a big joke

I ran into Mike the other day.  The last we worked together was shortly after 9/11 and over the years we'd run into each other and compare notes.  We talked about three times since then and I'd say the time we spent together in the last ten years must be something like maybe an hour.

We spent just enough time together to remember each other but not enough to see any changes.  Mike sees me as I was ten years ago and I see him much the same way. 

After talking and laughing for about a half hour he said something that made me think.

He said, "I always liked the way you looked at things.  Whether it's politics, or the area, or the news, you think it's all just a big joke.  Because of you, I look at the news at night and read the papers and laugh out loud because it's all just a big joke and it makes the news more like a sit-com."

Yep, that was pretty much my attitude back in the pre-9/11 days before everyone got serious about everything.  I was carefree, selling phone cards and poison ivy treatments, searching for the meaning of life, and life was good.  Mike still knows the me of ten years ago and talking with him was like looking through an old photo album of the way my mind worked before we became a police state.

The best part is Mike still thinks it's all a big joke and he credits me for giving him that attitude, and he gave it right back to me ten years later.

What a wonderful gift.

Thank you, Universe.

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start walking

Humans are ok.  Sure, there are some real bastard pricks out there but, by and large, humans are pretty decent folk.  They invent and celebrate holidays, create beautiful art, sing, dance, make music, and are willing to help just about anyone if asked.

Humans are pretty much the same all over planet Earth but they have a major flaw.  They can't seem to tolerate other humans who aren't just like them and because of this intolerance no one can remember a time when we weren't at war with someone because we can't tolerate what they were doing.  Even the reasons for these wars are vague, at best.

Just today a thought came in my head on the way home.  I can tolerate anything but intolerance.  Then I began yelling at the asshole in front of me because he was breaking for the green light.


I'll make you a deal.  I'll work real hard to tolerate the guy breaking for the green light if you try just as hard to tolerate someone doing something that really bugs you.  If we could only tolerate and get along we might realize all our problems were never there in the first place. 

The journey of a thousand miles starts with the first step and realizing the problem is the first step toward solving it.

I think we've got some walking to do.

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some things never change

Some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

About a year ago I was talking to a friend who said she ran into an old ex of mine in a bar. 
Tammy told me she had a lengthy conversation with Francesca who told her that I still had her record collection and she'd like to have it back but she doesn't want to ask me for it.

I thought about this for awhile and decided she should have them.  Even though half the records were mine, I thought it would be a nice gesture to give her the whole collection, as well as a brand new turntable.  I mean, what the hell... It's just taking up space and if she wants it, she can have it all and I'll even throw in a couple hundred video tapes.

So, I decided to write her a letter and send it snail mail, since she doesn't have a computer, and a phone call out of the blue would be slightly less shocking than a surprise appearance at her door.  It was a simple letter asking how she's doing and I hope she's doing well and I have all these records, many of which are hers and very rare, and I'd like her to have them.  I can deliver them anywhere she wants.  Just let me know.

About two weeks later I got a response:

Thanks for thinking of me, but I really don't want any of it.
If I haven't missed any of it in ten years I doubt I'll miss it in the next ten,
Throw it away or give it to the Salvation Army, or burn it.
It really doesn't matter.


Francesca


Then I remembered why I broke up with her.



 

blowing humanity

I was listening to the radio the other day about a guy who lost his six figure job five years ago.  During the interview, he said he sent out thousands of resumes to prospective employers and about once every two months he might get an interview.  His major complaint was every potential employer who interviewed him said the same thing.  They don't like to hire people who don't have a job.

On the surface this sounds a bit silly.  Why would you look for a job if you already had one?  If you're looking to fill a slot, why not hire the guy?  He apparently is competent and qualified to do such work.  

Let's back up a little bit.  This guy had a six figure income five years ago.  That's, at the very least, $100,000 a year.  He was unemployed for five years and spent that time tenaciously copying resumes, writing cover letters, licking envelopes, and supporting the USPS with his frequent visits and stamp purchases.  Unemployment insurance, if any, would only cover a scant fraction of his previous salary, so those unemployment checks were basically pocket change.  What was this guy doing to improve his situation?  He considered sending out resumes and going to an interview a few times a year was enough to land him a job at least equal to the one he lost.

Let's do the math.

If a guy can go without an income for five years it's because...
a)  He doesn't need money.
or
b)  He has enough leftover money from his previous job to carry him for at least five years, allowing him to do absolutely nothing to change his present situation other than delude himself into believing flooding the mail system with his loser resumes will land him the jackpot job.

My job requires me to look over applications and resumes all the time and have to determine from that stack of personal information who I can hire that would give me the biggest bang for my company's buck.  The first thing I look for is availability... when they can work, when they can't work.  If they're a potential warm body they're half way there.  The next thing I look for is work history.
This is a deal breaker.  Show me someone who hasn't worked in five years and I'll show you someone who doesn't want to work.  It's that simple.

I can see where this guy's coming from.  He wants to get a job that pays at least as much as he made before.  Any less and he's not advancing in life.  Cost of living goes up so his pay has to go up or he's sliding backwards.  Why accept a job that pays less than he had five years ago?

I'll tell ya why.  Because if he had a job before he went into any of those interviews he'd at least appear as a guy who really wants to work instead of an indolent asshole who wants a six figure job sitting on his butt all day.

If I was this guy who made six figures a year five years ago who can't get a job merely because he doesn't have a job, I'd get a job just to appease my future employer.  Believe it or not, there's lots of jobs out there.  Maybe not the ones this guy wants but there are jobs like distribution centers, supermarkets, retail, banks, coal mines, and tons of other livelihoods less desirable than a six figure income sitting on ass and playing with your laptop.

And when his short stint as blue collar worker or service employee or sanitation worker lands him his ticket to paradise, he might bring to the table something more than his greed and all-for-me attitude and actually know what it's like to walk in the shoes of the people who made this economic empire a reality... The people who actually do things.

The universe throws things at us for a reason.  Maybe the reason this guy lost his job was to learn humanity.

Too bad he blew it.

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This made me nervous just watching.  Let the cartoon pass and hold on.

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where are they now?

good deal

This economy reminds me of a 40 year old Rambler.  No matter how many engine rebuilds you give it, no matter how many parts you replace, it's just a 40 year old Rambler going for 41.  A genuine POS that will give you 8 MPG if you're lucky.  You can still keep it running but do you really want to?

The first ten years it ran pretty good.  It passed cars on the highway, had a large trunk, a decent engine, fair gas mileage, and room for six. 

The second ten years it ran ok.  It kept up with traffic, had a trunk with a few spare tires, the engine leaked oil, crappy gas mileage, and the seats were worn. 

The third decade it started up after a little ether in the carb.  Even old people pass you on the highway, the trunk had a big hole in the quarter panel, it has a rebuilt engine made from machined parts from the old engine, you took out a loan for the gas, the seats have springs poking you in the ass. 

The fourth, and present decade you take out a loan to top it off with oil, fill the radiator, top off the power steering fluid, the tranny fluid, the brake fluid, fill the tires with air, and jump start it with your neighbor's Chinese car.  Call the tow truck and take out a loan to pay him to tow you everywhere you go.  The trunk rotted away along with the back seats and floorboards, you're half retarded from breathing exhaust fumes, and all six of you have to ride in the front seat.

It costs you $40,000 a day to keep this piece of crap going.  You can't get rid of the car because 40 years ago you signed a contract saying you'll lease this car for $200 a month at 1000% interest compounded daily til the end of time and you're afraid of messing up your credit rating.

It's not your fault.  You're business partner (Uncle Sam) made that deal.  He's just a silent partner but the ironclad contract he made you sign ensures the business gives him unlimited credit for his pet projects like 3 million bucks to study potholes in rural Poland, billions on H.A.A.R.P., vacations in Reo, and a war or two just to make a few billion for his buddies and kill some brown skinned people in the process.

All the while you're trying to make ends meet and it's a losing battle.  Sure, you have enough for yourself but you want more.  You're entitled to more.  On the surface it looks good.  You have a job, people working for you, benefits, a savings account, a beautiful wife, darling children, a wonderful home, and a piece of crap car that costs you 40,000 bucks a day.  It's ok because your Chinese neighbor said he'll loan you all the money you need to keep this car running, with interest, and all he asks is something for collateral...  Everything that you and your family will ever own until the end of time.

Not bad, since I won't be around when the end of time gets here.

Yup.  Americans sure know a good deal when they see one. 

This Toxic Food is BANNED in Europe

This Toxic Food is BANNED in Europe – But They’re Treating us Like Boneheads
Posted By Dr. Mercola

Together we CAN get GMOs banned from the US. Europe was able to do it over a decade ago without any government assistance. All they did was educate the consumers, and that was enough pressure on the food industry to drop their ploys.

If we band together as an effective army we will be able to do this. Please understand that the VAST majority of people in the US do not want GM foods, so this is an EASY battle to win. All we have to do is a bit of organizational work.

So let me tell you how we are going to achieve the removal of GMOs in the US.

October is Non-GMO Month, and you’ve been receiving a lot of important information about genetically engineered foods this week.

Tomorrow, October 10th (10/10/10) is Non-GMO Day, so I’m pleased to bring back Jeffrey Smith, the real leader behind this movement to eliminate GM foods from the US market, for another interview.

This month, Jeffrey’s organization, Institute for Responsible Technology, is launching a plan to bring their message to the necessary numbers of people to create a tipping point that can effectively drive GM foods off the market. Nearly 400 retail stores selling natural products around the country are already actively promoting the information about choosing healthier non-GMO products.

I’m thrilled to be part of this movement, and I strongly urge you join us.

The Institute for Responsible Technology (IRT) has created a variety of tools that will make it easier for you to choose non-GM foods, and this is the way to eradicate GMO’s from your local store. If no one wants to buy them, stores can’t sell them, and will simply stop ordering them. Food manufacturers will have to adjust and quickly change their ingredients or risk losing their business.

It’s really that simple!

Remember, you as a consumer is still at the top of the food chain.

another pvc-cb modification

I love fall. That nip in the air, colorful leaves, and a perfect time for upgrading the cloudbuster.

I decided to include a programmable mp3 player instead of the frequency generator I installed last year. I found these orgonite devices work so much better using variable tones instead of a constant square wave frequency and programming an mp3 is as easy as turning on your TV. Besides, the internet is full of sites that have just what you need, as far as tones and tunes go. I chose eight Solfeggio based tunes that last approximately 10 minutes each. The mp3 will automatically repeat this selection as soon as it's finished and continue until it's turned off or runs out of charge. And that poses a little problem, especially if you want it to last more than a couple hours. The lithium battery won't hold a charge for very long and running an extension cord 50 yards is out of the question. The only way to do this is to make it self contained with a system that can constantly charge the mp3.

A quick inventory showed I had everything I needed to make this work, at least for now. All I needed was a large battery that could be recharged, a car lighter-USB adapter, some ear buds, speaker wire, and a solar panel. The solar panel will have to wait because I didn't feel like shelling out 30 bucks to Radio Shack.

The hardest part about this project was tapping into those tiny wires on the mp3 ear buds. Those wires are tiny and cutting off a section of the insulation required an exacto knife and a jewelers glass. Soldering a speaker wire to them without doing damage was a genuine pain in the ass but I managed to tap into the left and right negative wires that would eventually hook up to the orgone field generator at the base of the PVC pipe that houses the cone HHG. It's just old school tech. Hooking up the negative wires from a 2-speaker stereo to a third speaker will give you elements of both channels, and since this mp3 is stereo I felt it fitting to include both channels. Besides, the ear buds not only let me know if there's any sound but act as resistance. Less chance of damaging the mp3.

After that it was just putting the parts in place. I plugged a car phone charger with a USB port into a Delco jumpstart, plugged the mp3 into the USB slot, hooked up the modified ear buds, used an extension cable to hook the ear buds to the orgone field generator and hit the play button.

Moments before I did this I had the cb running with the frequency generator I made for it and, as I like to do, put my hands on it to feel the hum. When I did that with the mp3 attached, the feel was much more pronounced. It was softer, more pleasant, and had a distinctive rhythm to it, for lack of a better term. It's way more powerful and not nearly as industrial and one dimensional as a frequency generator putting out one frequency at a time.

I'm led to believe these things like and respond to music, at least as much as we do. After all, Mother Earth is a master musician and maybe she's a bit tired of the sounds of industry.

I wonder if she likes Beethoven?

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caduceus octahedron

I made most of the components for this thing weeks ago but just didn't get around to putting it together until today.  Using cascading densities and tiles I managed to cobble together the beast you see here.

It's basically an orgone field generator with 100 feet of mobius coil in a caduceus configuration embedded in a dense resin of micron sized particles of aluminum and iron oxide.  Medium density orgonite tiles line the outside and bottom to direct the energy.  The inner core is a 4 inch DT quartz compressed with medium density tiles held in place with 4' of copper wire.  The result is a device that can direct the energy anywhere you point it.  

I noticed a few things while building this powered stuff.  When powered up you can put your hands over these devices and feel the energy field, a tingling sort of invisible form, coming out the top and sides.  The shape has a lot to do with it and they always send the energy up, sort of like the flame on a candle.  Pyramids and elongated cones tend to narrow the field more like a beam and orb shaped orgonite tends to disperse the energy in all directions.  Invariably, these devices send the energy in an upward fashion... until I built this device. 

I'm puzzled by the difference in energy temperature.  Some devices, like Jupiter 2, have a very warm feeling in the energy field where other devices, like the 3-piped King Kong, have a very minty, cool feel to them.

The feeling I got from King Kong was the same feeling I got when we feng shuied  the living room to maximize chi flow.  As soon as the chi was unblocked we could feel a cool, minty breeze, which I took for increased chi circulation, and I felt the same sensation from this device as soon as I put it together.
 
In passive mode, there is a distinct feeling of cool energy flowing out the end of the tiled crystal no matter what direction I point it.  Fired up with frequency this thing takes on a completely different signature.  By comparison, you can barely notice the energy coming out the tip of the crystal but God Almighty, can you feel it around the outside of the tiles.  Substituting various objects in place of the tiled crystal proved interesting.  The seven inch DT crystal sent out energy like a laser beam but the octahedron was at least equal, as far as energy output and direction goes. 

It seems my idea of compressing tiles around a crystal to make it more potent was a failure but tiles around the powered device was an inspired success.

I guess there IS balance in the universe.




 

sad loss

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Born and bread in Minnesota, Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one bun in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

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Speech by Iraq War Veteran Mike Prysner (napisy PL)