Not really impressed with the first orb, I decided to construct another with the same recipe but with a different shape and pour protocol.
Maybe I've been working with powered devices for too long but these passive devices seem feeble to me. I suppose I should appreciate the minuscule buzz they create but they're nothing compared to the powered field generators I've been building these past years. Just because I'm not sensitive enough to feel the subtle energy these things put out doesn't mean it's not there.
The basic construction is copper oxide, brass chips, red iron oxide, lots of quartz sand, and just enough resin to let it pour. The imperfect look was intentional and made possible by a heavy slopping of Vaseline on the inside of the glass mold. Resin can't get past something as thick as Vaseline, so it cures with the release agent imperfections, making the thing look like a common rock... with hole in it. Rather than a simple orgonite orb, the hole turns it into a toroid shaped power structure capable of some relatively awesome power.
I didn't realize how awesome it was until I jacked it up with 7.83Hz and made an intention. Let's just say the intention was way out of the bounds of accepted reality, and even I expected the intent to swirl down the improbable pipe. Within four hours, my intent became manifest. I shit and fell into it upon realizing what happened. I mean, I literally defecated in my pants and fell backward landing on my ass in total amazement.
This isn't the first time this sort of thing happened. It seems to occur whenever I make a fairly large piece. While it's in the final stage of cure, or shortly thereafter, is when the intention to manifest is highest.
I've noticed this time and time again, the manifestation window is greatest near the completion of the project or when freshest out of the mold, and peters off after that.
To be clear, it doesn't seem to happen with small pieces like TBs but the larger, softball sized and up pieces, have an extraordinary ability to manifest intent into reality. But it's not a long lived intention manifestator. It has like one big intention you can use in a rather short time frame and peters out after that.
What this tells me is I have to make another softball sized orgonite for each intention I make. That's cool, because I need about six more for my next project.
“Little Tony was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after another.
After the 6th candy bar a man on the bench across from him said Son you
know eating all that candy isn't good for you. It will give you acne,
rot your teeth, and make you fat. Little Tony replied My grandfather lived to be 107 years old. The man asked, Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time? Little Tony answered "No. He minded his own fucking business.”
It's been known in the alt scientific community that South Africa is loaded with ancient technology that date back hundreds of thousands of years. This technology seems to be based on geometric shapes based on a stone called hornfels, the same stone Leedskalnin used to build corral castle in Florida.
South Africa is littered with ancient stone beads that were once considered more valuable than their weight in gold. A rock more valuable than gold got my attention but who knows what the value of gold was a half a million years ago. These stones look like ordinary orbs with a hole in the middle, like a donut, but the energy they emit is off the charts. I decided to build one.
It took a while to find the right combination of molds and building protocol and a couple more days coming up with a resin recipe that would come close to what those ancient orbs were made of.
Since hornfels was the primary stone used in these geometric shapes, I figured that was a good place to start.
There doesn't seem to be any more than a general description of hornfels other than it's metamorphosis was the result of being baked by being a little too close to magma in the planet's early years, producing a very hard, crystalline structure. It's primary use is a base for highways.
Not wanting to go out of state for some free stone, I turned to some rocks I have from Herkimer, NY. that are known to contain the highly coveted Herkimer diamonds. These stones look identical to hornfels and, apparently, that area of New York is the second most common volcanic landscape feature on Earth. I think I might be on to something.
Building this new device would require busting up the Herkimer rocks to powder and using it as the resin base. Before doing that, I decided on a prototype made with crushed quartz sand with a teaspoon of powdered aluminum, two teaspoons of 1mm sized brass chips, and pinch of selenite.
There's two reasons I did it this way. 1. I wanted to get the shape and procedure correct. A trial run. 2. I wanted a base unit to compare with the Herkimer unit.
Sanding and filing got progressively more difficult. The longer this unit set, the harder it got. The next morning I was barely able to scratch it. Stone would be easier to shape. Mental note: Finish up before you're done for the day.
Ok, so this unit is constructed only of medium density. The idea is to place it inside an extra high density ring with a frequency driven mobius coil to study the difference in component cascading densities and multi density units. It's also a good way to find the perfect ratio of XHD and MHD in a unit by adjusting the mass of MHD while maintaining a consistent XHD in the form of the ring.
The shape is supposed to be toroid, like the stones found in South Africa and other parts of the world left by the ancients. The design still needs work. Too many edges that are impossible to grind down and it should be as tall as it is wide. This is why I made a prototype, first.
If I'm not careful I might learn something from this.
Has anyone noticed the prices of greens this year? $5.00 for a head of Romaine is just a little too high, in my humble opinion. I mean, it grows in the dirt from a seed that costs like 1/1000th of a penny. Just add water, wait, and sell it for five bucks. Hell, I can do that myself and eliminate all those middlemen.
Let me make this clear. I'm not bitching about the cost of salad greens. I'm bitching about the price of salad greens. There is a difference. It takes 60 days to grow a head of lettuce from seed to head. Labor consists of planting a seed, adding water and nutrients, and waiting 45 days. They plant thousands of these at a time and pay some kid five bucks an hour to do it. (part time to save the cost of benefits) That might take a half day. 40 days later they pick em, pack em, and ship em to the store who buys them for pennies and sells them for 400% profit to pay his minimum wage part timers, with a little left over for a new car.
I know the economy is better than it's ever been. Everyone is suddenly debt free and their mortgages are paid off. Even burger flippers are getting 20 bucks an hour. So why should anyone complain about four heads of lettuce costing an hours worth of labor? Think it might have something to do with the cost of a 32 GB USB flash drive costing less than a head of lettuce?
Whatever the reason, I decided to do a cost analysis and see for myself.
I went through the garage and found just about everything I needed to build a hydroponic system. A couple pieces of 3" PVC, some 2x4s, submersible fountain pump, 5 gallon bucket with lid, some neoprene hose, and a box of nails. A little scrounging and Amazon and next thing ya know I'm growing greens. I figure that's $20 worth of Romain and $15 worth of mixed lettuce at three bucks a head. Maybe I'll set up a little stand outside the grocery store to sell my surplus.
Of course, it's my first attempt and I made plenty of mistakes like drilling the holes before cementing it together. But a little ingenuity, a couple power tools, and a propane torch later it looks almost professional. At least it works. As a control, I have two Romain plants in dirt to compare growing results.
This system could equally work with aquaponics as well as multi-tiered set ups to support 100 plants in the same square footage. I'm also working on a similar system to grow asparagus and tomatoes that would produce year round in a zone 3 climate.
Now that I don't have to waste my time pulling weeds, I can work on something really important, like my pyramid amplified field generator.
I knew there was no way I could come up with a bug out bag that would last any more than a week. Maybe city folk think they can rough it by not taking the bus or subway but here in rural America, we travel by car, not by foot. For me to carry everything that represents me and my culture would require a bunch of guys like in the Tarzan movies crossing darkest Africa. Aint gonna happen by foot, unless I can't find the fuel to get me to the next gas station. And then, I'd want to hunker down with my stuff and a good place to sleep until the shit blows over. Doin that in a tent, out in the open, is like asking for a beatin.
I have two cars at my disposal. One is an Expedition with all the comforts of home with really shitty gas mileage. The other is a 95 Caravan with a 5 speed tranny with lots of new parts. In the event that the SHTF you'll want something inconspicuous that can fly under the radar and blend. You also want something with good gas mileage. The Caravan is a no-brainier. Unless the driver is a total retard, that kind of vehicle can get through any checkpoint because of it's status as a soccermom_mobile. Put a soccer ball icon on the back window and you're in like Flynn.
As far as bugging out, I got too much stuff for one pack. I need a car to move all my shit. I can't get by on minuscule provisions from a dying economy, hoofing it to a better place hoping the zombies won't get me. The plan is to look as normal as you can and not be eaten.
And that's the schizoid mindset of most bug out preppers. What to put in the bag that will keep you alive for the rest of your life. What precious 21st century possessions do you have that you can't live without? How much of the crap you own can you set fire to? 99.9% of all the stuff that fills your living space and storage bins will be put in one pile and thirty pounds left over that will fit in a backpack. I'll bet some of that stuff you keep will be clothes, fishing hooks and line, flashlight, a cook stove, a bic lighter, and a big bag of Raman noodles. Maybe the most important thing to leave behind is your dependence on society. You'll never catch a fish with hooks and string and you know it. You'll eat your Raman noodles crunchy in the dark when your flashlight and lighter quits. May as well lose the cook stove.
Here's what ya do. Learn how to make a fire with sticks and rocks. Once you got that down pat, go out in the woods with just the clothes on your back and spend a day learning how to put an edge on a rock and put a point on a stick. Learn how to build a primitive shelter using only rocks and sticks. Build a fire and think about finding water as you gather firewood. Look for something edible like roots and berries. Spend the night in your shelter and wake up cold because the fire went out. Go home hungry and think about how you can do that two nights in a row and what you would do differently.
I don't expect anyone reading this will bother to attempt making fire, let alone spending the night in the woods, with or without a phone. Doesn't that say something about how fragile we've become due to our dependence on society? We can't survive without it. It's pitiful when a single match could mean the difference between life or death from exposure. Admittedly, I never made a fire from sticks and stones but I made them from coke bottles and my friends glasses. I'll bet I could make fire from ice, if need be.
My point is, if you or I or anyone else were to spend one night in the wild and learn to make do with nothing but our wits, I'm sure we'd know exactly what to put in that backpack.
I was talking with a friend of mine about treasure hunting and how often you can find old coins laying on the ground as if they were just dropped. He's always been very much into metal detectors and searching for buried treasure and most of the stuff he finds is only a few inches below the surface. He claims, every now and then, he'll find an old coin right there on the ground ready to be picked up.
This got me thinking about all the old coins I found sitting on top of the ground after a hundred years of hiding. One coin that comes to mind was a penny I found, sitting on the ground at the town feed mill when I was a small child. It was dated 1864. I remember the date because it was in 1964 when I found it. I assume it was lost for a hundred years before I saw it sitting heads up in the feed lot where cars and trucks drive every day.
It seems this type of thing happens more often than you think. The vast majority of old coins are found on the surface. Logic dictates they weren't sitting there for a century without notice. They somehow resurface and get picked up by people not even looking for them. It's not just coins that show up out of nowhere but coins have dates on them, which gives you a time frame indicating how long they were lost.
All this was going through my head as we continued to talk and share anecdotal stories about found pennies. It seems my friend had a similar experience with a penny he found in 2003 that was dated 1903. Now we're getting somewhere. Two pennies found in different places, under different circumstances, both of which were found on ground surface after missing for 100 years.
Any treasure hunter will tell you coins, by their own weight, will sink into the earth, or be covered up by earth, and logic dictates the newer coins will be closer to the surface. I'm not so sure about that. Rather than slow motion quicksand, where the deeper you dig the older things are, the earth is more like slow motion oatmeal in a microwave where the earth is in a constant state of cyclic motion.
You can argue that those pennies were recently dropped before they were found. It's possible but nowhere near probable. Check your pockets and count how many coins you have that are 100 years old. Pennies are the most discarded coin, only because their value is next to nothing. What are the odds that a coin someone might accidentally drop is 100 years old?
If a penny can be dropped on the ground, sink or be covered over by earth and resurface 100 years later, and the same thing happens to another penny 40 years later at a different location, it stands to reason 100 years could be a complete cycle for the size and weight of a copper penny.
Does size and weight matter? I don't know. I can't find any studies done on this phenomenon and even seasoned treasure hunters will tell you the deeper you dig the older the artifact, even when they themselves have found older coins on the surface with more recently minted coins a few inches deeper in the same area.
One way to put this theory to the test is to go where people gathered a hundred years ago and look around. In 1917 Wilson was on his second term and the US officially got involved in The Great War and men of fighting age were drafted. Old carnival grounds, train stations, and parks that haven't been renovated might be good places to look.
If you're still reading this and want to give it a go, don't bring a metal detector. If my theory is correct, odds are good you'll find coins from that era on open ground. Let me know if you find something.
I got a call from an old friend who asked if I was interested in working
with him and his brother for a day or two to get a project done. I've
known these guys for 40 years and when they ask me for help it means
they need help. I said, sure. They'd do the same if I asked them. It
seems they work for a guy who flips houses and he just got one that
needs to be made ready, pronto. So, Friday and Saturday I worked on
this house with these guys. I didn't know what I was getting into.
The
first floor was knee deep in crap from the previous owner and
everything had to go. The basement was worse and had mold problems so
all the drywall had to go, along with all the crap. We filled up a 40
yard dumpster in two days and we'll need another on Monday. I'm
committed to see this thing through so it looks like I'll be busting ass
Monday, too. The good part is I managed to get a bunch of hard cover
books. The previous owner was into scale model trains and history and
his books reflected that. Lots of stuff in the Civil War, WWI, WWII,
and a bunch of biographies on Hitlers hangman, Rommel, Caligula, The
Borgias, a pictorial edition of The Kama Sutra, medieval life, and tons
more. I grabbed about twenty of these books and set aside a whole bunch
more to give to a library. I just couldn't bring myself to toss these
books in a dumpster. I can't get over the total tonnage of CDs, DVDs,
toys, personal effects, and family pictures that was left. The exercise
equipment alone must have cost 4 grand and all of it is going to a
landfill. I found the guy's pay stubs from his job, the PFA his wife
put on him, and the divorce settlement and a family portrait during
happier times. This poor guy completely remodeled this house before
everything went to shit. His kids had the most expensive toys I've ever
seen. We found a Christmas card from his wife saying the most
wonderful things about her husband and how he was her whole world. A
month later she put a PFA on him, got a divorce, kept the kids, and got
everything he had. All this stuff was left there. This guy was
suddenly locked out of his own home and everything he worked for and
collected and stirred his soul was gone for good. At least I got some
good books out of it.
Anyone interested in acquiring any books, just pay the postage and their yours.
I was wrong. The storm that blew through was more than I could handle. We got a dumpin like hasn't been seen since the mid 80's. I mean even the post office was closed. This was a Donner party storm for sure.
As I mentioned on Monday, the PVC CB was set up for solar, meaning it only works when it's light out. The storm came late at night and by sunrise the solar panels were covered with two feet of snow, effectively turning it off.
I knew this was going to happen but in order to fix it I'd have to switch the frequency generator to batteries to run under it's own power. That meant working in the frigid cold, in the dark, with electrical tape and a phillips. To be honest, I just didn't feel like going through all that.
Even sloth has it's rewards and mine was spending three days digging out.
On a positive note, Brazil had a few thunderstorms this week, bring rain to a rather dry part of the world.
There's a snow storm about to hit the area this coming Tuesday. It's now Sunday and I've been hearing about this storm since last Thursday. They've got it down to a science. They can not only predict a snow storm five days into the future, they can even tell you how much snow to expect. I've heard anywhere between 12" and 36" of snow in one day. Wowee, that's a lotta snow! And it's all gonna come down this Tuesday. This prognostication isn't just from the weather guy in Pixley. This is the straight dope from every weather wizard in North America and everything in between. These guys are so sure of themselves, the stores are already running out of bread, milk, and eggs. This is Donner party snow and everyone knows it.
All the more reason to fire up the PVC CB and see if I can bump this oncoming storm and redirect it somewhere else. I've been monitoring the weather to see where this colossal storm is coming from and I think I found it. It should be hitting Greenbay, Wisconsin by now, then Chicago, Detroit, and a bunch of other towns as it lumbers towards the Appalachians sometime around Tuesday. Hell, I can hitch hike faster than that. But the zombie speed of this hellish snow maker will give me more than enough time to try and make some changes.
While it was still light, I redirected the PVC CB to west north-west and replaced the four foot stove pipe with an eight foot section of 2" copper pipe. This is the same setup I used in the fall of 2012 to redirect Superstorm Sandy west instead of it's predicted path to right where I am sitting now. They had a dozen computer models of where Sandy might go to lay waste to but none of them included a hard left at Philadelphia to head west with a hard right to regroup with the rest of the storm in Connecticut. It did an end run around this area, resulting in some wind but no rain. I'm hoping I can do the same for this storm and make fools of weathermen as a whole.
It's been almost two and a half years since I set the PVC CB to run semi-nonstop. The solar cells I installed power up the frequency generator in proportion to the amount of sunlight it receives. It runs only during daylight hours and the brighter the sun, the more energy it kicks out. At night, it shuts down, giving mother nature a break. At dawn's first light, it fires up and runs continually until it gets too dark and goes to sleep. The two plus years it's been in operation, the weather has never been more... for lack of a better term, cooperative. The water table is up, no flooding, no droughts, no hurricanes or blizzards. No harsh weather of any kind. Now, go fifty miles outside this area and it's a different kind of weather. Extremes in everything from floods and droughts to high heat and humidity and unseasonably cold weather, all in the same places. Just like this area used to be about ten years ago. I got so used to the weather, I saw no need to fiddle with it and just let the PVC CB do it's own thing while I get to work on other projects. It might stay in the same position for weeks and then I'd notice it was pointing in another direction. I figured that was just nature making her own adjustments. I never did like the idea that I was commanding nature to do my bidding, like I had some kind of weird God complex. Putting nature in the drivers seat makes me more of a custodian than a deity, and I like it.
But now it's time to give Mother Nature a little nudge and ask if she'll bump Tuesday's blizzard somewhere other than here.
It wasn't to settle the abortion question. The individual
known as Roe never had an abortion. Big Pharma was the driving force behind that
court case. Dr. Joseph P. Farrell calls them "Muck Pharmaceuticals". More on
him, and them, later. Here's the title of a video that Granny Smith sent me a
few days ago.
The Exploding Autoimmune Epidemic - Dr. Tent - It's Not Autoimmune, you
have Viruses
It's a 2 hour video if you do it all. Do it all and you'll learn what's
killing you. It's the vaccines. If you just want to know the real reason for
Roe v. Wade, then fast forward to the 1:15 mark in the video. You'll hear the
narrator tell you that aborted fetuses are used as a culture medium for vaccines
and that they all contain traces of DNA from abortions. A minute later he
reveals the real reason, the secret behind the Roe v. Wade court case. Muck
Pharmaceutical was buying aborted fetuses from Sweden, where abortion was legal.
Way too inconvenient and expensive. So this court case was initiated to make
abortions legal in the American colonies.
Keep on going and you'll learn that Ibuprophen and Motrin shut off your
immune system.
FDR had polio. My mother told me that I was born with polio. Somehow I got
over it and have always walked normally. Others did not. There were stories and
photos of children in iron lungs and on crutches. Made your heart hurt. So Jonas
Salk became a national hero when he came up with a polio vaccine. All us kids
had to have one so we wouldn't suffer the same fate as those poor kids in iron
lungs.
Ah! We were all so naive back in those days. We heard on the radio and read
in the papers that polio had been wiped out. That was back in the days when we
thought we had a free press. We knew we had a free press because the free press
kept telling us it was free. Wiping out the polio epidemic boosted the
acceptance level of vaccinations. Everybody got one.
Some time ago I learned, and you'll hear Dr. Tent say it in the video, that
polio was never really wiped out. They just re-labeled it! It's now Epstein Barr
or some other name. Ain't polio, though! Polio has been wiped out. Yeah. And
Oswald killed Kennedy. Planes hit the towers.
Speaking of Oswald, he was in on the vaccination scam, too. There's a book,
Dr. Mary's Monkey, that tells the whole story. She developed a
weaponized vaccine that would create cancer in people. Oswald could not be
allowed to testify. Otherwise, that story would have gone public. So Jack Ruby
killed him and then Jack Ruby died of the cancer that was injected in him. It's
at the 52 minute mark.
A brief word about Muck Pharmaceuticals. This will overload your Central
Processing Unit.
What was the gimmick? Vaccines that literally modified a
person's sneeze with more of the same muck. The plan is relatively
simple: (1) take a vaccine, (2) sneeze, and (3) thereby spread the vaccine to
other people, who may not even want it. Add this to the arm's length long list
of other technologies - nano-technology, genetic engineering, CRISPR and so on -
and one has a veritable witches brew of all manner of mischief.
There's more at the link. Not overloaded yet? Try this.
CDC is a vaccine company,
a “cesspool of corruption” says Robert F. Kennedy
Jr.
Kennedy has called the CDC “a cesspool of corruption” for
failing, time and again, to do the right thing for Americans and for science in
helping expose the link between brain damage and thimerosal-laced vaccines,
which he has said hit poor, ethnic minority children the worst since it is most
often included in the cheapest vaccines used at publicly-funded urban
clinics.+++
Want to make an easy $100K? Just prove that mercury in vaccines is safe.
In the video you will hear that Nixon declared war on cancer the first week
in office. Why? Because he knew there was a cancer epidemic coming from the
vaccines given in previous years.
One of the first things this president did was to appoint Robert Kennedy,
Jr. and Robert De Niro to expose the link between vaccinations and autism. Rumor
is that his youngest boy is autistic. The CDC is going down. He has been setting
up targets for the past few weeks. This president is relentless. Somewhere on
down the road the CDC will see a red laser dot focused on them. And then Boom!
Another one bites the dust.
It'll have to be a virtual toe tag. Is there a morgue for corporations?
I figure a good litmus test for spirituality and wakefulness is your opinion on Trump. Not to put too sharp a point on it, Trump is a facilitator of God's will, just as much as Moses and Jesus.
If you're a liberal, you won't find much harm in what I said and you'll just go on hating the guy for reasons no one else understands. If you're a Christian or a Jew you might consider what I said as blasphemy. If you're a truth seeker, you might want to think twice before you lay some atheistic horse shit at the base of the temple and acknowledge you are witness to a miracle. Think about the Speech Hillary would have said in front of congress the other day, if the powers that be had their way. Now, wonder if maybe God might have put Trump in the white house because he likes us.
I decided to switch teams. I'm no longer a Trump fan. I'm now an anyone but Trump fan and it feels good saying it.
It came to me like a lightning bolt. Why am I wasting my time arguing with reason and logic when I can just yell and throw trash cans in the street? I can hang with my progressive homies, SJWs, and BLM buds and raise hell like they did in the hippy days. I can wear a mask and wave a Mexican flag while yelling "Let the Muslims in!" I might even get to burn down a Starbucks or maybe a university. I'll wear my pussy hat and kafiah with my larger than life Ruth Bader Ginsgurg button and hang with my feminist sisters yelling meaningless stuff to anyone wearing a red hat. In time, they'll accept me as one of them and, with luck, let me apply electrical tape Xs to their nipples or maybe write feminist sayings on their grotesque, naked, lesbian bodies with a black magic marker.
Deep down in my heart, I know Trump is Hitler. Everyone in Hollywood says so, even that guy who played Dr. Honeypot in the last few seasons of M*A*S*H* He hasn't worked since the Alan Alda show but at least he looks better than Loretta Sweat. I mean, woof, woof, but it's ok cause we're all equal... except for Trump who is Hitler.
That's right, haters. We're all equal, which means Trump has more money than I do and since we're all equal, he must have stolen my share and I want it back. It's not fair that Trump and all his buddies have more and we have less. We're all equal and Trump is Hitler and he needs to be impeached. We want him to pay his fair share and quit his job so we can get someone else in the white house. Anyone but Trump.
I don't have to compare Trump to Hitler because Trump IS Hitler, but I can compare Hitler to Churchill, who Trump isn't.
Hitler was a better dresser than Churchill. He was a better dancer than Churchill. He was better looking than Churchill. Churchill couldn't even say Nazi. he said Nauzees. Nauzees... We weren't Nauzees, WE WERE NAZIS! But not me. I'm anyone but Trump. We're all equal. Except for Churchill and his cigars and his whiskey. Hitler didn't smoke and he didn't drink which means Trump is Hitler.
Hitler wanted to kill all the Jews. Trump wants to kill all the Muslims. Hitler put all his Jews on boats and trains and sent them somewhere else. Trump wants to do the same with everyone, especially radical Islamic terrorists, and he won't even let any terrorists into the country. It's so obvious, Trump is Hitler. They have it hard in the backward shit hole country they lived in for untold generations. We're all equal and they have the right to come to American sanctuary cities, practice their religion, eat their special food, and teach us things. It's diversity, folks. It's what makes America special and Trump wants to ruin it because he's xenophobic AND he's racist, just like Hitler. We are all equal and Trump has had a good job his whole life. No jobs in the Middle East. No welfare either. They need our help to come here, get a drivers license, find a nice place to live that has Islamists in the neighborhood to make it easy to get their special food, and get to know their new American friends. Trump doesn't want this because he is Hitler. We are all equal.
Many years ago, I'd look out my bedroom window, late at night, and see a jet plane flying overhead. I knew most of the people on that plane were fast asleep or focused only on the actions in the cabin, but there was one person on that flight, looking out the window, totally amazed at the lights below them and absolutely thrilled they were flying above some ground lights showing the location of a guy equally thrilled, as he watched them pass over. This person was on an adventure like none other. They were on a quest to find themselves and they were looking for clues from a jet liner's cabin window. I wonder if this individual remembers the communion they shared as they passed overhead. I wonder if their passing is as fresh in their memory as it is in mine.
I wonder if they found what they were looking for.
About this Trump phenomenon. I'm a little confused. When the American people protest, aren't they supposed to protest against the establishment? Isn't that rule number 1? In The Wild One, when the girl asked Marlon Brando what he was rebelling against, he said, "what ya got?", he was referring to any and all of the establishment ideals of the day. If it was establishment based, he and his biker gang was against it. To them, establishment meant limiting their freedoms to drink towns dry, make a lot of noise, accost young ladies, and piss off the old farts that ran the town.
Today, protesters fight for the right to maintain the establishment we've had for eight years that is endorsed by both major political parties and every alphabet organization our government has. I never heard of a political protest in favor of maintaining the status quo. I mean, aren't protests supposed to be in favor of changing a system that no longer works for the people?
Since the vast majority of protesters aren't interested in a Trump replacement, I'm led to believe the protesters are primarily anarchists, in favor of a government free of government. Now, THAT'S something I can get behind. But until that time comes, let's let Trump undo all the socialist crap Obama instituted for the last eight years before we try to rule ourselves.
If protesters can demonstrate how they can feed themselves as well as burn down supermarkets, I might give them some credit.
A year and a half ago, we had the first republican debate where Fox's question to Trump insinuated he had a very low opinion of women, to which his answer was "Only Rosie O'Donnell." From that point on, Trump set the tone for the whole 2016 presidential race.
I thought he was just another Illuminati puppet, like all the rest that are put there for this regular sham theater. Presidents are selected, not elected. Anything that happens in Washington is always planned well in advance. Nothing is left to chance. Interactive bread and circus reality TV for the masses. Voting only gives us the illusion we make a difference. We don't. The champions are chosen and the winner is a done deal. The script is written, the actors are in place, and the election is rigged.
It wasn't until the second Clinton/Trump debate when I knew for sure that Trump was the real deal and not a ringer. He called out Bill Clinton as a rapist and Hillary as his enabler. He called Hillary a career criminal, listed some of her crimes, and said when he gets in office he'll have her arrested. This kind of talk is never part of the script. You don't slam the chosen one, especially the Clintons, in front of millions and millions of viewers all over the globe, unless you have some serious back-up. It's not just Hillary and her foundation. It's the shadow people who own her and everyone else. This guy has got some awesome protection, fer sure.
And then, a miracle happened. In spite of the propaganda and rigged election, Trump won. I mean, 11th hour, in your face, win. One by one, states turned red right before our eyes. Only the largest cities and a few states were blue. Of course, they were all sanctuary cities with a lot of democrat votes from illegals and dead people.
Take a look at this map. It shows the election results by county where Trump is red and Clinton is blue. The majority of Hillary's votes came from cities with the largest populations of immigrants, many of whom were, and still are, illegal. The two million votes, that supposedly gave Hillary the popular vote, came from Los Angeles, New York, and Chicago. Most of the blue areas on the perimeter coincide with the easiest entry points into the US from foreign countries. It looks like an invasion by way of unguarded borders and international airports.
Illegal immigrants, by definition, can't vote. Right now there are ten states that allow, if not strongly encourage, illegal immigrants to get a drivers license. Many of these states automatically register the newly licensed illegal to vote. That's right. Under Obama the US of A became the first country on the planet to encourage non-citizens to vote. Of course, they don't know anything about our system of government and don't know what a democrat is but that's what they're registered as and that's the party they feel they have to vote for. That's potentially 4,120,000 illegals from south of the boarder voting democrat because they feel they have to. And that's only 37% of the Latino population.
The vast majority of Latinos came to this country for a better life and because most South American governments really suck. Mostly run by psychotic dictators who come into power through assassination with the help of globalist hit men, ready to trade power, mansions, and luxury cars for the country's natural resources until they don't have a country anymore and things go from bad to another level of hell. I don't blame any of these people for making the trip north. It's better here than Venezuela. What I don't care for is when they bring their slave mentality with them and try to turn this country into a larger version of the shit hole they left. And they're not even aware of it. They don't have a clue that the democrats want them only for a voting block to get them elected.
Like Obama said, "If you vote, you're a citizen."
Hillary had the backing of both political parties, wall street, corporate America, Washington DC, the banks, Saudi Arabia, George Soros, the liberal left, Trump haters, SJWs, mainstream media, the Bush family, the Clinton Foundation, LGBTs, snowflake college students, college professors, and damn near everyone else with an exaggerated sense of entitlement.
All Trump had was the military, evangelicals, various patriot groups, working people, critical thinkers, and the awakening masses.
The takers vs. the doers. Lies vs. truth. Corruption vs. honesty. Globalism vs. nationalism. Tyranny vs. freedom.
The dichotomy has never been clearer. To see it as just another election means you're still asleep.
When you put all the pieces together, the picture shows things the way they really are on so many different levels it's mind boggling. The election map shows not only who won but how many votes for which candidate by county. It shows the highest concentration of Hillary voters are in the largest cities, where Trump has the support of the rust belt, the bible belt, the great plains, and pretty much the interior of the country. The heartland of America.
The election map also shows the easiest access points for illegals to enter the country as well as the highest populations of Latinos. Those areas are blue.
If it wasn't for the electoral college, just the voters in Los Angeles, Chicago, and New York would be enough to give Hillary the win and the demographics of these three cities would dictate the laws of the land because only the voters of these cities need to be pandered to. Imagine life in the USA if movie stars, actors, and gangsters got every law passed they liked. It'll be Agenda 21 on steroids.
Here's an illustration to show you where Hillary's extra two million votes came from. LA alone had over twice as many democrat votes as Manhattan. Even more amazing is there were more voters in Florida this election than all of California, and Broward county (Ft. Lauderdale) had the most votes out of that state at 243,567.
As South American refugees tend to settle in cities, the Muslim population is growing faster than the worlds largest religion. Estimates of the number of Muslims living in the US is believed to be somewhere between 3 and 7 million. No one really knows the exact number but whatever it is will be outdated tomorrow. Muslim immigration has increased by 66% in the last decade and Obama is hell bent to dramatically increase that number.
In his book Slavery, Terrorism, and Islam, Peter
Hammond wrote a detailed analysis on the proportion of Muslims to the
overall population and increased violence and adherence to Sharia law.
Hammond’s research reads like a roadmap to ruin; a horrifying picture of
the future of civilization. To summarize an oft-quotedsection:
When
the Muslim population remains at or under 2%, their presence tends to
fly low under the radar. In the 2% – 5% range, Muslims begin to seek
converts, targeting those they see as disaffected, such as criminals.
When the population reaches 5% they exert influence disproportionate to
their numbers, becoming more aggressive and pushing for Sharia law. When
the population hits the 10% mark Muslims become increasingly lawless
and violent. Once the population reaches 20%, there is an increase in
rioting, murder, jihad militias, and destruction of non-Muslim places of
worship. At 40%, there are “widespread massacres, chronic terror
attacks, and ongoing militia warfare.” Once beyond 50%, infidels and
apostates are persecuted, genocide occurs, and Sharia law is
implemented. After 80%, intimidation is a daily part of life along with
violent jihad and some state-run genocide as the nation purges all
infidels. Once the nation has rid itself of all non-Muslims, the
presumption is that ‘Dar-es-Salaam’ has been attained – the Islamic
House of Peace.
In the last three years alone, 300,000 Muslims immigrated to the United States. The Refugee Resettlement Program
is paving the way for a mass of Muslims to flock to our shores. With
the United Nations in charge of determining who qualifies for refugee
status and the Organization of Islamic Cooperation (formerly the
Organization of the Islamic Conference) as the power broker at the UN,
you can count on a flood of Muslim refugees to be arriving at a town
near you, if not your own town, very soon.
The Preferred Communities Program considers rural areas and small towns a better place for refugees and immigrants because these areas are better suited to provide the special services these people need. (Yeah, right) And this is the UN telling us how many refugees to take in and where they should be placed. All those red areas on the map, the heartland of America that voted for Trump, is slated for Islamic occupation by order of the Organization of Islamic Cooperation.
The problem is Hillary, who was supposed to continue Obama's dream of turning America into an Islamic nation, lost the election to Trump.
And that's the miracle.
I poured over this information for weeks and I'm just as awestruck now as I was the day after the election. Against all odds, one man saw the big picture and stepped forward and financed his own campaign and got elected as the leader of the free world. This was a man who didn't drink or do drugs. Never had anything in his past that could be used for blackmail. He was clean, successful, and had a great family just as clean as he was. He's also smarter than his opposition and every step he took in his rise to the white house was pure, calculated genius. The mainstream media was all in for Hillary, as well as everyone else involved in Washington politics. Some senators backed him, withdrew their backing when it looked like he was in a jam, and quickly backed him again when he looked like he was winning, showing the world what pussies our congress is made up of.
Hillary was the queen of entitlement and ran her 90's style campaign on two issues. Bashing Trump and "I want to be president because it's my turn." She bought all the super delegates with Saudi money, paid off the DNC, got the debate questions before the debates, stole the nomination from Bernie with help from the DNC, owned the mainstream media and dictated to CNN on what to say to put Hillary in the best light while slamming her opponent. She spoke to rallies that half filled an auditorium for 20 minutes and go take a nap. Sometimes her rallies were so small they had to cgi the crowds and pay a few bus loads of people with cash and t-shirts to fill half a high school gym.
Hillary lied and cheated her way through the whole campaign and it was painfully obvious to anyone who paid attention. Her programmed minions and the never Trumpers missed it entirely and when it was clear to Hillary that she lost, she went on a drunken rampage, screaming at everyone, calling Al Gore on the phone and bitching like a retard with leg cramps about how it was in the bag and Trump beat her, and blaming everyone for her disgraceful failure but herself. Two months later her Hillarybots are still in a state of tfull retard, doing their best to flail at the cold reality that the democratic party and everything they worked for is gone.
CNN, the last bastion of establishment Clinton hope, put another nail in the MSM coffin by headlining totally fake news about Russia, Trump, prostitutes, and golden showers, one week before the inauguration, in a cheap attempt to discredit the guy who beat Hillary. Eight years ago CNN was reporting what the Obamas were going to wear to the inauguration and if the president elect should accept his Nobel peace prize before or after the event. This year they're headlining piss and prostitutes and Trump's fabricated involvement. Sniff, sniff... smells like legacy media death to me.
The media gives us the impression there are two kinds of people. Those who like Trump and those who don't. Those who like him are happier than ever with a profound sense of optimism for the future. Those that hate Trump parrot the same propaganda the legacy media have been programming them with for the past year. "He's a racist, a bigot, he hates women, he's unstable, and doesn't have what it takes to be president." Their delusional perceptions are matched only by their flawed collective clairvoyance by adding, "He'll start a nuclear war!"
I look at the Trump haters and the rest of their tantrum throwing, crybaby ilk as sleepwalking zombies, bereft of any sense of critical thinking or spirituality, who may never wake up and join the rest of the world in the paradigm shift that's heading toward us at light speed.
To be clear, I have nothing against the far left. I look at them like a bunch of people with the same mental disorder, convinced you're wrong unless you share the same delusions as they do. They're like members of some creepy cult like $cientology or that bunch who followed Jim Jones and drank the koolaid. Some people you just can't reach.
I wish I was a super-genius inventor and could come up with a way to
make a telephone into an explosive device that was triggered by hatred of Trump's presidency. The battery could explode and leave
a mark on the face, so I could know who to avoid talking to before they
even talked. And I could look and say, "Hmm, no you're not gonna be saying
anything that's going to add any value to my life."
The paradigm shift is going on now. 2008 was the beginning and Obama was the right man to usher in chaos, racism, bigotry, accelerated diversity, SJWs, LGBTs, 47 flavors of gender, prayer rugs in the white house, race riots, economic destruction, and all the bleak prosperity we deserve for falling asleep at the wheel and not paying attention to what our public servants have been up to. And rightly so, Trump is the man for this season, as a cosmic course correction, to navigate the proper heading for all humanity. Our constructs are all going down. It's the Titanic and the sleeping masses are bitching because the waiter isn't filling the water glasses fast enough. Everything we know is changing before our eyes. The old and obsolete are dissolving while a new system is emerging from the rubble. It's inevitable. It's gonna happen. You can't stop a wave. The best you can do is adapt and learn to surf.
And this is just the beginning. You aint seen nuthin yet.
“The planet Pluto channels the Shiva energy, which is the revolutionary energy
of catharsis that one way or another destroys all old forms and thought forms
that cause people to cling to ignorance and old ways steeped in illusion and
delusion.… The period of late 2008
to 2024 is the period when all the karma accrued in the Piscean Age will be
worked out.” – Omna Last
Better buckle up. 2017 is gonna be a hell of a ride.
Last week I was in the shower doing my morning rub-a-dub-dub when my higher self gave me a blast of inspiration.
It said, "Go to Missouri and find a small town and walk around this town to get the pulse and feeling of it and write haiku. Then go to the rest of the lower 48 and do the same thing. You will publish a book on small town America haiku and it will be a best seller. This will be your life's work."
First, never in a million years would I consciously consider going to Missouri, let alone hang around a small town in Missouri until I was inspired to do a haiku on it. I've been to Missouri and I can't think of one reason to go there again. Second, visiting a small town in 47 other states would be preferable. Logic dictates Missouri should be first, if it was remotely logical to tour the US on a poetry tour. But logic has nothing to do with this. I seem to be on a mission from a higher being and I can't say no. Third, the phrase, "life's mission", implies I'll be around long enough to perform this task. Part of this deal is a published book that will become a best seller. Not that I crave fame, but the odds of my book (if it ever gets written or published) becoming a best seller could take at least a few decades. If I don't go on this mission, I could theoretically live forever.
Not being too keen on immortality or a quick death, I decided to do it.
I had to refresh my memory of haiku construction. It's been a while.
Essentially, Japanese haiku is three lines. 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables, with a juxtaposition and a season and about 16 other rules. Being American, I think I can get a pass on the other 16.
I don't like the way
Life has been abusing me
By summer I'm gone
Don't read anything into this. It's just a Zappa haiku with a season as an example. If Hannibal, MO would be considered a small town the Haiku might be more like this:
Tom Sawyer lived here
Injun Joe lived down the road
They were summer friends
Ok, so there's a lack of juxtaposition but I have til warm weather to get my haiku act together and that's the least of my worries. The big question is, which car do I take? The Expedition that gets the same gas mileage as a Peterbuilt but rides like a Cadillac or the Caravan with better mileage and a 5-speed? I figure the Caravan with enough supplies to carry, in case it dies on the road and I have to hitchhike the rest of the way.
Either way, the universe wouldn't send me on a mission like this without some kind of divine protection. I'll just put my faith in knowing what to do when the time comes.
Just your basic immortal/bon vivant/raconteur/iconoclast/libertine/ Bacchanalian/ tilter at windmills/spiritual warrior trying to define the universe in a simple equation.
