motor fuel

I've been meaning to build this column for a while, but other plans kept bumping it to the back burner.  I knew what I wanted to do but kept getting bogged down on which details to keep while maintaining basic design principles for whichever end product I'll have in mind at that moment.

Pot stills and a reflux stills function differently and require specific design considerations to achieve the best possible end result.  I want the best of both worlds, and this is the sticking point.

A taller column, with it's reflex action, will produce cleaner alcohol with a higher proof and less flavor.  A short column will produce more flavor with a lower proof.  It's a simple trade off... 190 proof alcohol with no flavor or 120 proof with a carry-over of whatever you used to produce the ferment.  For me, the best of both worlds would be an end product of 150 proof with lots of flavor or 190 proof using the same column with a few simple adjustments.
I think I'm almost there.

The column is 2" x 32" copper with a 3/4" reducer.  I chose an open top for the remote thermometer and ease of cleaning.  Packing the column with copper mesh and adding a secondary condenser to the top opening will produce excellent reflux by condensing the alcohol vapor and returning it to the boiler to be re-distilled.  The reflux action cleans and purifies the alcohol vapor with each cycle while the copper removes the sulphides, producing a flavorless, high proof alcohol.

That's all well and good if you're making motor fuel but what if you want some flavor with that?  If distilleries used this method, everything would taste like vodka.  Even moonshine has a corn flavor in the background.  This is where a slight modification comes in.

The lyne arm is the tube that goes from the column to the condenser.  The angle of the lyne arm is just as important as the column as to what comes out the pipe.  Horizontal will produce more proof and less flavor.  Vertical will produce more flavor and less proof.  45 degrees is preferred for the best of both worlds, reflux and pot stills alike.  But due to the length of the column I feel I need to compensate by running the lyne arm straight down to the thumper for a second distill, followed by a liebig condenser.  This will require a copper pipe assembly to join the thumper, if needed.

So, the whole unit past the boiler will consist of the 36" column, copper pipe and reducer assembly, a short stack thumper, and ending with a vertical liebig condenser.  The whole thing could be assembled and re-assembled with quick disconnects, making cleaning and storing as simple as possible.

This design is perfect for future modifications like extended lyne arms, multiple condensers, column gin basket, detachable parrot, carbon filter, etc. 

The best whisky stills on the market use this design, sans thumper, that produce superior spirits... with a price tag that starts in the thousands.  I'm not saying my design is better or even equal to some of the high tech units out there.  Just sayin it's way cheaper and more adaptable.

Then again, this is all theory.        

dick lamm from 2014

Can you believe this guy was a Democratic Governor of Colorado.  He was never very impressive until now.  His comments are right on the mark.

We know Dick Lamm as Governor of Colorado. In that context his thoughts are particularly poignant. Last week there was an immigration overpopulation conference in Washington, DC, filled to capacity by many of America's finest minds and leaders. A brilliant college professor by the name of Victor Hansen Davis talked about his latest book, 'Mexifornia,' explaining how immigration - both legal and illegal was destroying the entire state of California. He said it would march across the country until it destroyed all vestiges of The American Dream.

Moments later, former Colorado Governor Richard D. Lamm stood up and gave a stunning speech on how to destroy America.

The audience sat spellbound as he described eight methods for the destruction of the United States. He said, 'If you believe that America is too smug, too self-satisfied, too rich, then let's destroy America. It is not that hard to do. No nation in history has survived the ravages of time. Arnold Toynbee observed that all great civilizations rise and fall and that 'an autopsy of history would show that all great nations commit suicide.''

'Here is how they do it,' Lamm said:

'First, to destroy America, turn America into a bilingual or multi-lingual and bicultural country...  History shows that no nation can survive the tension, conflict, and antagonism of two or more competing languages and cultures. It is a blessing for an individual to be bilingual; however, it is a curse for a society to be bilingual. The historical scholar, Seymour Lipset, put it this way: 'The histories of bilingual and bicultural societies that do not assimilate are histories of turmoil, tension, and tragedy.' Canada, Belgium, Malaysia, and Lebanon all face crises of national existence in which minorities press for autonomy, if not independence. Pakistan and Cyprus have divided. Nigeria suppressed an ethnic rebellion. France faces difficulties with Basques, Bretons, Corsicans and Muslims.'

 

Lamm went on:

'Second, to destroy America, invent 'multiculturalism' and encourage immigrants to maintain their culture. Make it an article of belief that all cultures are equal; that there are no cultural differences. Make it an article of faith that the Black and Hispanic dropout rates are due solely to prejudice and discrimination by the majority. Every other explanation is out of bounds.

'Third, we could make the United States a 'Hispanic Quebec ' without much effort. The key is to celebrate diversity rather than unity. As Benjamin Schwarz said in the Atlantic Monthly recently: 'The apparent success of our own multi-ethnic and multicultural experiment might have been achieved not by tolerance but by hegemony. Without the dominance that once dictated ethnocentric and what it meant to be an American, we are left with only tolerance and pluralism to hold us together.' Lamm said, 'I would encourage all immigrants to keep their own language and culture. I would replace the melting pot metaphor with the salad bowl metaphor. It is important to ensure that we have various cultural subgroups living in America enforcing their differences rather than as Americans, emphasizing their similarities.'

 

'Fourth, I would make our fastest growing demographic group the least educated. I would add a second underclass, unassimilated, undereducated, and antagonistic to our population. I would have this second underclass have a 50% dropout rate from high school.'

 

'My fifth point for destroying America would be to get big foundations and business to give these efforts lots of money. I would invest in ethnic identity, and I would establish the cult of 'Victimology...' I would get all minorities to think that their lack of success was the fault of the majority. I would start a grievance industry blaming all minority failure on the majority.'

 

'My sixth plan for America's downfall would include dual citizenship, and promote divided loyalties. I would celebrate diversity over unity. I would stress differences rather than similarities. Diverse people worldwide are mostly engaged in hating each other - that is, when they are not killing each other. A diverse, peaceful, or stable society is against most historical precept. People undervalue the unity it takes to keep a nation together. Look at the ancient Greeks. The Greeks believed that they belonged to the same race; they possessed a common language and literature; and they worshipped the same gods. All Greece took part in the Olympic games. A common enemy, Persia, threatened their liberty. Yet all these bonds were not strong enough to overcome two factors: local patriotism and geographical conditions that nurtured political divisions. Greece fell. 'E. Pluribus Unum' -- From many, one. In that historical reality, if we put the emphasis on the 'pluribus' instead of the 'Unum,' we will 'Balkanize' America as surely as Kosovo.' 

 

'Next to last, I would place all subjects off limits. Make it taboo to talk about anything against the cult of 'diversity.' I would find a word similar to 'heretic' in the 16th century - that stopped discussion and paralyzed thinking. Words like 'racist' or 'xenophobe' halt discussion and debate. Having made America a bilingual/bicultural country, having established multi-cultism, having the large foundations fund the doctrine of 'Victimology,' I would next make it impossible to enforce our immigration laws. I would develop a mantra: That because immigration has been good for America, it must always be good. I would make every individual immigrant symmetric and ignore the cumulative impact of millions of them.'

 

In the last minute of his speech, Governor Lamm wiped his brow. Profound silence followed. Finally he said, 'Lastly, I would censor Victor Hanson Davis's book 'Mexifornia.' His book is dangerous. It exposes the plan to destroy America. If you feel America deserves to be destroyed, don't read that book.'

 

There was no applause. A chilling fear quietly rose like an ominous cloud above every attendee at the conference. Every American in that room knew that everything Lamm enumerated was proceeding methodically, quietly, darkly, yet pervasively across the United States today. Discussion is being suppressed. Over 100 languages are ripping the foundation of our educational system and national cohesiveness. Even barbaric cultures that practice female genital mutilation are growing as we celebrate 'diversity.' American jobs are vanishing into the Third World as corporations create a Third World in America Take note of California and other states. To date, ten million illegal aliens and growing fast. It is reminiscent of George Orwell's book '1984. 'In that story, three slogans are engraved in the Ministry of Truth building: 'War is peace,' 'Freedom is slavery,' and 'Ignorance is strength.' 

Governor Lamm walked back to his seat. It dawned on everyone at the conference that our nation and the future of this great democracy is deeply in trouble and worsening fast. If we don't get this immigration monster stopped within three years, it will rage like a California wildfire and destroy everything in its path, especially The American Dream.

 

narcocracy

running the mofo

I can't speak for the rest of the country but yesterday in Pa the weather was absolutely gorgeous in every way.  Mid 80's temps, 12% humidity, an endless parade of white, fluffy clouds against the bluest sky, and the occasional breeze to breakup the monotony.  A textbook example of a perfect day.  Perfect enough to set up the mofo in cb mode.

I set the device up in the usual way, using an amplified square wave 432hz signal from an MP3 player jacked up with a 12v amplifier.  Before I hit the switch, I mounted a tensor ring on the pipe top cap. 

I would love to tell you the effect was immediate and dramatic... but that wasn't the case.  It took about an hour before I noticed a subtle atmospheric shift and a dark storm cloud forming directly over the house that dissipated as quickly as it formed.  Noticeable differences were the potted hanging plants that seemed to thrive on no water.  The hanging tomato plants, which required a good drenching twice a day, looked healthier than ever without water, despite the 12% humidity.

Somewhat less perceptible was the extreme life force energy enveloping the area.  You could feel the stimulation everywhere.

But it's not all fun and games.  The experiment was to make an intention and see if it would manifest.  Making a long story short, I settled on two intentions.  One, to rain Thursday or Friday.  Two, a motorhome.  Trust me.  I have my reasons.

Let's see what happens.

      

 

radical islamic t word

People are stunned to learn that the head of the U.S. CIA is a Muslim! Do hope this wakes up some! Until it hits you like a ton of bricks read it again, until you understand! We now have a Muslim government in the USA! John Brennan, current head of the CIA converted to Islam while stationed in Saudi Arabia. Obama's top adviser, Valerie Jarrett, is a Muslim who was born in Iran where her parents still live. Hillary Clinton's top adviser, Huma Abedin is a Muslim, whose mother and brother are still involved in the now outlawed Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt! Assistant Secretary for Policy Development for Homeland Security, Arif Aikhan, is a Muslim . Homeland Security Adviser, Mohammed Elibiary, is a Muslim. Obama adviser and founder of the Muslim Public Affairs Council, Salam al-Marayati, is a Muslim. Obama's Sharia Czar, Imam Mohamed Magid, of the Islamic Society of North America is a Muslim. Advisory Council on Faith-Based Neighborhood Partnerships, Eboo Patel, is a Muslim. Nancy Pelosi announced she will appoint Rep Andre Carson, D-Ind, a Muslim , as the first Muslim lawmaker on the House of Representatives Permanent Select Committee on Intelligence, of all things! It would make Carson the first Muslim to serve on the committee that receives intelligence on the threat of Islamic militants in the Middle East! He has he suggested that U.S. schools should be modeled after Islamic madrassas, where education is based on the Quran!!! Last but not least, our closet Muslim himself, Barack Hussein Obama. It's questionable if Obama ever officially took the oath of office when he was sworn in. He did not repeat the oath properly to defend our nation and our Constitution. Later the Democrats claimed he was given the oath again, in private. Yeah, right. CIA director John Brennan took his oath on a copy of the Constitution, not a Bible?? Valarie Jarret wrote her college thesis on how she wanted to change America into a Muslim friendly nation and she is a Obama top advisor! Congressman, Keith Ellison took his oath on a copy of the Qur'an, NOT the Bible! Conservative Congresswoman Michele Bachman, R-MN, was vilified and verbally tarred and feathered by Democrats when she voiced her concern about Muslims taking over our government! Considering all these appointments, it would explain why Obama and his minions are systematically destroying our nation, supporting radical Muslim groups worldwide, opening our southern border, and turning a blind eye to the genocide being perpetrated on Christians all over Africa and the Middle East! The more damage Obama does, the more arrogant he's become! Our nation and our government has been infiltrated by people who want to destroy us! It can only get worse! In his book Obama said, "if it comes down to it, I will side with the Muslims". If you fail to pass this one on, there's something wrong......somewhere! IN GOD WE TRUST

 Grizli

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trump stuff

From Rumor Mill News

The Year Is 1991: The Time Is The End Of The Iraq War..The Action? Donald Trump Sends His Plane To Give 200 Stranded Marines A Ride Home...

it's all over

"For the first time in all of human history, mankind is politically awakened.  That's a total new reality.  The whole world has become politically awakened and most people generally know what's going on.  Politically awakened masses makes a much more difficult context for any major power including, apparently, the leading world power of The United States."

Zbigniew Brazezinski- national security advisor to Jimmy Carter, foreign policy advisor to Obama, and creator of Al Qaeda.

I think we can look to this guy as one of the architects responsible for turning the world into the mess that it is and the hell hole it is turning into.  Zbigniew holds no elected position or office but has more planetary power than any 50 heads of state and looks at the world as a grand chess board.

"According to a report in the news magazine Der Spiegel, Henry Kissinger, the elder George Bush, George Soros and Zbigniew Brzezinski all travelled to Ukraine prior to the November 21 election at Pinchuk’s invitation for the purpose of “making their own estimation of the situation.” Both Soros and Brzezinski intervened heavily in the election campaign in favour of Yushchenko. Soros partly financed the latter’s campaign."

George Soros, in case you didn't know, is the guy who funded Black Lives Matter, the Ferguson riots, occupy Wall Street, the riot at the Chicago Trump rally, advises Obama, and a bunch of other stuff just as nefarious.  His goal, it seems, is to keep the masses fighting among themselves.  Divide and conquer.  Henry Kissinger and George Bush made fortunes on war profits and consider military men as nothing more than dumb, stupid animals to be used in foreign policy.  Foreign policy, at the moment, is total destruction of society in the Middle East and a complete transformation of Europe.  These guys raped every continent on the planet and now they're targeting Europe and North America.

The trouble with Europe is it's full of Europeans.  If we can't get them out, we'll breed them out.  What other reason could there be in flooding Europe with millions of 18 to 29 year old Middle Eastern men, with absolutely no vetting or accountability?  The official reason was the native populations aren't reproducing enough to replace the retiring work force.  They need new blood to keep their economy and social programs going.  As if humans are as interchangeable as light bulbs.  That's what they want us to believe.  We all know it's bullshit and they know we know.  The important part to know is that they know that we believe they believe it to be so.  It's always better for the masses to think of their government as incompetent rather than nefarious.

But nefarious is exactly what they are and proof of this is the unanimous consent of nearly all European nations to purposely eliminate their respective cultures by mass importation of many millions of Islamic breeders for free stuff and European women while making it clear they will not assimilate or respect any law from their host countries but proclaim with great conviction that Sharia law will dominate the world.

Germany went through this exact scenario at the end of WWII when every female between the ages of 8 and 80 were targeted for gang rape by the Russians, as they pillaged and burned their way to Berlin.  Next came the Kazar Jew migration to occupy homes once owned by German citizens.  How do you get millions of Kazarian Jews to re-settle in a foreign land?  At this time in history, ANY place is better than Stalinist Russia.  

The de-nazification of Germany continues to this day, to the point of imprisonment for anyone who speaks contrary to the official narrative.  The result is a nation of law abiding citizens, programmed from birth to abhor violence of any kind.  It's been said their low birth rate is a result from trauma the nation experienced after the war and guilt from Third Reich atrocities that the world still reminds them of.  Angela Merkel so much as said she was committing national suicide for the crimes of the German people when she opened the flood gates to let in millions of undocumented Middle Eastern men to ravage her country.  SHE should be ravaged by farm animals on live television.  Bitch.

The question is, how do you get millions of mostly Middle Eastern men to leave their generational homeland and travel en mass, mostly on foot, to a cold climate country they know nothing about?  Easy.  ANY place is better than the shit hole they just left.  Bonus--- the men in Europe are mostly tutti fruity and the women need real men to satisfy them.  (so they're told)  

Most nations on this planet have some degree of socialism.  Food, clothing, shelter are the basics but most European countries have far more going for them like free health care, free education, free housing, free phones, free internet, free cash, and beautiful girls everywhere wearing next to nothing.  It's all spelled out in the pamphlets they received, compliments of George Soros.

There's another factor the EU geniuses must be aware of.  The average Syrian IQ is 85.  Average IQ world-wide is 100.  Taking into consideration the smartest Syrians, i.e. doctors, engineers, technicians, either already left town or found a more convenient way to Europe other than walking.  That leaves the 85 IQ group, hoofing it to Germany, as the smartest of the bunch with many, many more well below that figure.  Historically, anyone with an IQ of 85 was considered a moron and that's exactly the highest smart level heading to Europe to improve their host's economy.  Which begs the question, what jobs can millions of illiterate morons from a third world shit hole perform in a technologically advanced first world nation?  Lots of stuff, like bomb making, drug dealing, raping, bitching about pork and beer consumption, and how stupid and weak Europeans are.  Why work when you get all you need for free?  

I don't mean to say Syria is populated by morons.  Compared to the rest of the Middle East, Syrians rank pretty high as far as smarts go.  There are places in the Middle East with an average IQ well below that, and these guys are moving out to freebieland, too.  Sans passports or ID.

But, these refugees can't be that stupid.  We're all the same, aren't we?  They can be re-trained to shoe horses or change tires, can't they?  Well, not really.  The first world learned long ago that sex with family members can produce offspring with some serious birth defects.   In terms of the health of the population, the explosion of birth defects, genetic disorders and a gradual degradation in the mean IQ of the population should be enough to declare the entire region a disaster zone.  The Arab world has the highest rate of incest and the Muslim population, as a whole, considers cousin to cousin marriage just as normal as their father and mother/sister.  Combine an 85 IQ with the Islamic ideals of converting or killing and George Soros's money with a map to free stuff and lots of whores and you have the beginnings of Europe's genocide.  

Let's add one more human characteristic to this flaming bowl of shit.  Women.

Men have this thing about nation, protecting women, chivalry, and honor that women haven't the slightest clue about.  Women don't care about nationalities, or culture, or race, and don't have a clue what chivalry is all about.  They are hard wired to mate with the strongest male to perpetuate the species, no matter what side of the equation he's on and will abandon the culture she was born into to adopt the culture of her chosen man, no matter what.  History is filled with such women.  Helen of Troy insulted her husband, the king of Sparta and all of Greece, when she chose to shack up with Paris in Troy, that launched a thousand ships to bring her back.  Sacajawea hooked up with Lewis and Clark, the new conquerors of her people, abandoning her tribe because those guys were so hot and would provide much better DNA for her offspring.  She made such a devastating impact on her own people that she landed her likeness on the American dollar coin.

35% of lawmakers in the European Parliament are female.  

In Sweden, Finland and Spain, women make up more than 40% of local lawmakers.  Sweden is now the rape capital of the world.

At the bottom of the heap of countries with female lawmakers is Hungary, with just 10%.  It's worth noting Hungary was one of the first countries to close off their borders to Middle East immigration.

Just weeks after Muslim migrants raped and sexually assaulted hundreds of non-Muslim women in Cologne, German women in Cologne greeted “refugees” with roses. Roses for rapists. Kissing the hand that rapes them.  No German men tried to stop them either.  I guess all that social engineering deprogrammed their natural tendency to protect their women.  
(At the risk of sounding misogynistic, I'd slap the shit out of my girlfriend and lock her in her room on election day if she gave a rose to a rapist) 

The result is millions of brown skinned, Middle Eastern, Islamic men going to Europe to institute Shiria law and fuck every European girl and boy they come across, cause European girls really dig brown skinned invaders because their European men lost the will to fight through social programming.

North America isn't doing much better.  Trudeau's popularity in Canada is almost on a par with the love and respect Obama generates from his subjects and feels the best way to handle Islamic terrorists is to treat them with respect and manners and doesn't think much of border security, just like Obama.  It's said Trudeau is Obama's brother by another mother.

When you think about how the world suddenly turned to shit as soon as women got the reins of power, imagine the shit storm if Hillary ever gets in the white house.  And Hillary is the gal these bastards want as president.  The most powerful psychotic woman in the free world to give the final coup de grace to North America and usher in the new world odor.

On the bright side, the race issues in America have been getting pretty old and blacks and whites are finally getting together and are starting to agree on many things and are looking to guys like Soros, Bush, and Zbigniew Brazezinski as the main instigators of all our troubles.  If Zbigniew was such a smart guy, what makes him think he can stop a wave?

It's all over for you, Ziggy.  Thank god for the 1st and 2nd amendments.

    

 

muilti-core field generator test

 It doesn't look like much but the unit to the left is a multi-coil, multi-density field generator that took five gallons of resin and a couple weeks of work.  The inner core is an elongated torus containing six mobius coils, each consisting of 100' of insulated, solid core, copper wire and connected in series, cast in extremely dense orgonite with a mixture of powdered aluminum, iron oxide, and copper oxide in polyester resin.  The next layer is medium density orgonite with aluminum chips and just enough iron oxide to stabilize the mix.  The top coat is several layers of shellac as an organic layer.  The central core is the same design I used with other units... Cone, mostly quartz sand and powdered aluminum with a mini orgone accumulator in the base.

To say building this device was a bitch would be an understatement.  In previous posts I mentioned the steps I took to keep all the edges smooth and free from voids.  Each step of the process made this thing work a little better and it paid off.

This thing rocks, but it was the little problems that I had to overcome that made the difference.  For example, after applying the shellac I could feel a noticeable increase in energy output but lost some of that when I used the shellac on the inner shaft surface.  That's when I remembered the basic rule of orgone accumulation.  Metal on the inside, organic material on the outside.  I figured the inner shaft was just the surface turned inside out.  It seems the inner shaft IS the accumulator and the organic shellac layer reduced it's performance.  After figuring out C = 3.14 x D, I cut out some metal and inserted it in the shaft.  The difference was dramatic.

Wilhelm Reich knew what he was talking about.  An orgone accumulator is made up of layers of metal and organic material with the organic material on the outside and metal on the inside.  Organic material attracts orgone energy where metals attract it and quickly repel it, allowing orgone energy to concentrate inside the ORAC.  Apparently, the same principle applies to a torus field generator.

I still didn't have a clue what I was going to do with this thing so I put it in my car to see what would happen.  I wanted to set it up to run whenever the car was running with an amplified frequency separate from the sound system.  The hook up was so simple I don't know why I never thought of it before.    

I connected a 12v amp and mp3 player to an accessory outlet and wired the mobius leads to the amp.  Since a mobius coil has little to no resistance, hooking it up to the left or right speaker output would blow the amp, so I used the negatives for both left and right.

It worked and the amplified signal put out a wicked energy signature.

This was last Monday morning.  By afternoon I got an email from someone who asked if I would be interested in a trip to Mongolia to work with him building field generator cbs to bring rain to his farms.  All expenses paid and I could stay as long as need be.  If it rains, I get paid.  If not, I got a free trip to Mongolia.

If that was all this story was about, it would be nothing more than a fantastic coincidence but there's more to this that permanently blew my mind.  It was just a few days before this I was thinking about setting up a business where I would offer my services to travel where needed to instruct, build, and teach how to do this stuff.
That thought was still in the back of my mind when I installed and fired up this unit.

It seems I found a purpose for this multi-coil field generator and it wasn't to fix a rainy day.  It turns out this unit is an extremely powerful succor punch capable of picking up a thought, interpret it as intent and instantly manifest that thought into reality.

I decided to shut the unit down and accept that the experiment was a success.

What would YOU do with one of these?  

multi-coil field generator update

 Can you see any difference between the two pics on the left?  Take a closer look.  These are two pictures of the same multi-coil field generator I was working on for the past couple weeks, taken about a week apart.

The one on top was in the process of end ring installation and removing the edges.  Some of the voids were filled with auto body filler but it still had a few cracks from curing.  The wires connect it to a frequency generator set at 15Hz.  At this point I was beginning to think that 600' of wire and five gallons of resin and a weeks labor was for nothing, because that's all that came out of this thing... Nothing!  Getting a little disappointed here, but this unit was far from done.  I still had to make a central core and I was pretty sure a proper core would make it fly.

The pic on the left is the result of taking a grinder to the edges, sandpaper to the sides, auto body filler to the cracks and voids, and a couple layers of shellac as a sealant. 

Pumping 15Hz through the cleaned up version put out some wicked energy after taking a couple minutes to charge.  I mean, hair standing on the back of your hand with that electric ants crawling energy signature these things are known to have.  Only this one doesn't have a central core to translate the energy.  Yeah, it's THAT powerful. 

Unlike the other field generators I built, I took great precautions, every step of the way, to ensure the inner core and the outside had domed tops and bottoms and no edges at all.  I believe my attention to detail paid off.  I felt no energy emanating from any part of the outside surface but there's clearly a magnified accumulation in that vortex in the center.  Just as it's supposed to be and just what I wanted.

This is the second time I had to fix a project with auto body filler and shellac.  The first was the double bunt field generator that was just short of a nightmare to build.  Same scenario... Cracks, voids, sharp edges and when those were repaired and a couple coats of shellac, the thing damn near took off by itself.  The unique shape of a bunt cake pan, if you ever studied one, shows an accurate representation of how the energy flows around these things and concentrates them in the center vortex.  By removing the edges and filling in the voids, the energy was not only allowed to flow unobstructed, it was directed by the peaks and valleys from the bunt cake mould.  I guess this was just nature's way of getting me to repeat the experiment without having to go through all that bunt cake bullshit again.

Now that I know I'm on the right path, all I need to do is build a suitable central core.  I'm thinking  of a cascading density, mini-orgone accumulator cone with lots of crushed quartz and a few other goodies I've been mentally gestating on.

I'll keep ya posted.  

  

spring cleaning

It's gotten to the point where I could no longer put off cleaning up the garage.  There's just too much crap everywhere and it's gotten so I can't find anything.  Besides, it's a cold, rainy, spring day and I ran out of excuses.

I started the usual way by collecting and bagging trash but I still needed enough space to keep stuff like copper mods, buckets, and various bits of odds and ends I might need from time to time.  Organization was necessary and most of the flat surfaces in this place was littered with jars filled and partially filled with remnants of alcohol experiments that were too good to toss but not good enough to use on their own.  It seems I managed to amass a rather sizeable collection of feints, low wines, and tails from previous distilling experiments and something had to be done. 

I rounded up these dust covered remnants from past corn and rum experiments, sniffed the contents for identification, and dumped them in a clean bucket, added enough water to bring it to around 60 proof, and dumped it in the still pot.

I figured since I got the thumper running properly, now's a good time to test if the thumper is capable of imbuing flavor in the finished product, so I made a purée from a can of tropical fruit salad, a half bottle of zinvandel wine and some leftover rum and used this concoction to charge the thumper.

I fired the still up and let it run around 178 to 188 degrees.  The result was rather interesting but not quite what I was expecting.

 
After the unit settled down, I just sat back and let it run, replacing jars when needed.  By jar number 5, my curiosity got the best of me and I tested the proof at 175.  Holy shit!  175?  I mean this is jar 5 and I got a reading of 175.  I tested jar 4.  175.  3 and 2 said basically the same thing.  Since you'll get the highest proof in the first jar that comes out of a still with a gradual reduction in proof with each jar after that, I wondered what the alcohol content of jar no. 1 could possibly be.  I filled my hydrometer test jar with no.1 and dropped in my hydrometer for a reading.

To illustrate how this system works, a hydrometer is a weighted glass with readings that show the alcohol content of fluids with the lowest reading of 0 at the bottom of the stem and 200 at the top.  By dropping the hydrometer in the liquid, it will show the proof of that liquid on the stem.  Drop it in water and the stem will stick out the top.  200 proof and the stem will be mostly submerged.
 
When I dropped the hydrometer in the fluid from no.1 it went right to the bottom and put a small hole in my test jar, which resulted in high proof alcohol spilling all over my work area.

Ok, this is some kick ass stuff coming out of this thing.  Equally amazing is the stability of the alcohol content throughout the run.  I mean, jars 2,3,4, and 5 were all the same readings of 175 proof.  You don't get that kind of consistency from a still.  At least not from a 8 gallon still without a thumper.

Aside from the consistency, I managed to pull out almost 1.75 gallons of this stuff from a 5 gallon wash.  And this is all fit to drink without any sulphides or other nasty off tastes.

As far as the thumper flavors I tried to impart, I wasn't impressed as I thought I might be, due in part in not letting the rum/tropical fruit mixture sit long enough to coalesce.

At any rate, I'm still impressed.  And my garage is less cluttered as a result.      

multi-coil field generator detail

What you see to the left is a field generator inner core consisting of six mobius coils.  It's pretty much the same as all the other inner cores I built, only this one has 600 feet of insulated 20 gauge solid copper wire, made basically the same as the other coils I made for my other field generators.  That is, 100' of wire doubled twice and twisted counter-clockwise until the cable has a 45 degree twist, and wound around itself at three points until I have a tightly wound ring that looks like an emaciated bagel.  I stacked all six of these coils and wired them in series, creating a massive, 600 foot mobius coil that looks more like a tower than a disk.

This project is only half way finished and I would've completed it last night if I was at all satisfied with a flat top and bottom cylinder.  It's the edges on this thing that bothered me and on previous projects where I studied the before and after effects of rounding off edges and filling voids, I realized I need to adjust the design before I move on. 

As I sat at my computer and pondered this problem, I glanced to the paper plate sitting on top of my printer.  Pulling out my ruler, I measured the dish diameter and it measured 8.5 inches.  The perfect size I needed!   

Grabbing a clean paper plate and a 4" PVC coupler, I proceeded to make a torus dome for the inner core.

The coupler is held to the plate with nothing more than Vaseline and the plate got a couple squirts of WD-40 as a release agent.  Removal from the mould was too easy and I was able to use the same plate for the other side as well.

The fit is perfect and turned the inner core from a cylinder to an elongated torus.

You may be thinking, why bother?  It's going to work the same whether it's round or square, right?  Well... not really.  From past experiments I found edges and voids distort the energy flow.  The energy from these things seem to exit out an edge, and a cylinder has four edges, two on the inside and two on the outside.  By eliminating the outer edges I'm able to concentrate the energy in the open shaft where it belongs.  On a torus shape, such as this, the energy flows over the outside walls and concentrates in the center shaft, like an energy vortex.  This energy easily travels over flat surfaces and smooth bends.  An edge would divert and dissipate the energy and voids in the surface disturb the flow.  Think of running over a speed bump and immediately hitting a pothole doing 35mph.

I'll let ya know if all this was worth the effort.

  

Thumper update

After fixing the seal problem on the new thumper, I decided to run a rum wash to test the system.

I gotta tell ya, I'm rather impressed with the results.  I charged the thumper with about 2" of rum wash, in the hopes of improving the rum flavor out the pipe.  As soon as I got it up to running, with a top columb temp of 196 degrees, I had to adjust the coolant water flow to liquefy the alcohol vapor that was getting past my condenser.  Let's just say a couple good whiffs of alcohol vapor will give you an instant buzz.

After I stabilized the system to produce a distillate just under body temperature, all I had to do was replace full jars with empty ones.  I ran eight pints of quality rum with the first at 150 proof and the last at 120 proof.  Not bad, considering I started out with six gallons of rum wash.

It seems the thumper acts as a second distillation, not only purifying the distillate of unwanted sulphides and off flavors but maintaining a consistent alcohol content throughout the run while maintaining the rum flavor.  An added benefit was letting it run with no adjustments on the equipment.  The system didn't need the constant adjustments of heat and coolant flow as it did before installing the thumper.  The vapor from the thumper had a lower temp compared to the column, allowing a drastic reduction of coolant in the condenser.  The condenser water flow was a mere trickle to produce the same results I had in previous runs.  I spent two hours playing with my phone and listening to music instead of constantly adjusting controls.  If that's all this thumper did, that would be enough, but I believe I could turn this still into a continuous run unit with a few modifications to drain out some of the back-set while adding more wash.        

Now, this is just a prototype to test the system.  It's workable but far from perfect.  A major improvement would be designing a larger diameter intake to improve the flow.

I found the biggest pain in the ass in distilling is the inability to work on other projects when doing a run.  You need to remain focused and pay attention to what you're doing at all times, unlike making orgonite or building field generators.  That stuff requires walking away from the project to let the resin set, or at least, leaving the project to work on something else.
 
I have other plans in the works, like the multi-coil field generator I mentioned a few months back.  The coils are built, the moulds are acquired, and the protocol is laid out.  All I need to do is stabilize the assembly, wire them up, and pour the extra high density inner core before step three.

I'll most definitely keep ya posted on this one.

thumper test

I've been thinking about building this thumper for a few months now.  I finally decided to stop the planning and build the damn thing.

My plans were a bit more elaborate than the finished project, and it was that way of thinking that kept me in a holding pattern.  The original plans involved building a new column with a 2" to 1" reducer with a 90 degree elbow connected to a 3/4" copper pipe through the dome lid with an equally elaborate exit pipe connected to the liebig condenser.  All of these parts connected with compression fittings for easy assembly and disassembly for cleaning.

As I mentioned, all this planning only got in my way of building it.  All the measuring and constantly searching hardware stores for parts they don't carry kept this project in a perpetual state of limbo.

I decided to just build the damn thing freeform and see where it goes.  Where it ended up was a rather efficient second distillation thumper, despite a few minor flaws.

The parts list was simple... A 3 gallon stainless stock pot with a stainless salad bowl as the dome, a few feet of 1/2" copper tube, a couple compression fittings, some foam seal, and some spring paper clips to hold down the lid.  Soldering copper to stainless was the tricky part and that was easily accomplished by acquiring the proper liquid flux from Amazon, since no hardware store around here carries such a thing.  Some reinforcement to hold the dome pipes in place and it was ready to run.

The first test was distilling water to test the seals and compression fittings.  Good thing I did because the foam seal between the stock pot and dome blew out on one side.  (The last thing you need is alcohol rich vapour near a heat source.)

If this test was distilling alcohol I would check the proof, flavor and measure the consistency throughout the run, but since this was a water run I did a few tests on total dissolved solids.  The end result from the thumper showed a TDS count of 4 parts per million, or 4ppm.  The water left in the thumper showed 55ppm while the cooker registered 86ppm.  Since the water I started with had 71ppm, I can only assume the cooker and thumper vaporized only H2O, leaving a concentration of dissolved solids in the boiler and thumper, with decreasing TDS at each stage.  Going from 71ppm to 4ppm is pretty good, considering my boiler was cranked up to 220 degrees.  I believe I could have reduced that 4ppm if I reduced the heat a bit.

It seems this thumper did a good job purifying water.  What it will do to a ferment wash is something else.  My main interest is to carry over the flavors from the wash, not eliminate them entirely.  I think I can achieve this by charging the thumper with some backset from the still along with some tails from a previous run, allowing the desirable flavors to pass while maintaining a more consistent proof.

I'll let ya know after I fix that broken seal and try again.   

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another adventure rant

Many years ago, I got the idea of hiking to a piece of property I had in the next county.  I asked Freida, Linda, and Smitty if they wanted to go and they all jumped on the idea without hesitation.  They had first hand knowledge of what my adventures could morph into.  Like crashing parties of strangers dressed in hazmat suits to celebrate Three Mile Island or cramming the van with people and wine and head to the drive-in to see Pink Flamingoes for $2 a carload.  I gave them a rough plan and suggested getting together a sleeping bag and a light pack with a change of clothes and we'll meet up the next day at 9am.   I arranged to have some friends meet us at our destination in two days to party and take us back to our cars.

The plan was to hike through mountains and forests, miles from the nearest dirt road or house, so I went to the Fish and Game office and got a copy of a topography map for the area.  This was our only guide.

We all assembled the next day and only Smitty had an idea where we were going.  Freida and Linda were going along for the ride but were very much up to it.  We parked our cars in this small villiage and hiked across town to the derelict train trestle, took the washed out dirt road up the hill for about a mile, and came to the last house we'll see for the next two days.  It was an old hunting cabin that looked abandoned.  No time to explore. We have walking to do.

Smitty knew his way around the wilderness.  He was the last of a dyeing breed... a travelling salesman who peddled his wares door to door, specializing in hunting boots, fishing tackle, dry goods, prep gear, pots and pans, coffee, tobacco, and damn near anything else you could imagine.  His spare time was spent hunting, fishing, and partying with us.  He was also the only one with a compass.

Our goal was to reach the top of the ridge before dark.  We hiked single file up deer trails, keeping a steady pace and stop periodically to get our bearings and catch our breaths.  We'd pull out the topo map and compass and look around and figure where we were by looking at the terrain.  On one such stop, we were so beat we just fell back against our chosen trees and slid down on our asses.  I looked where Linda was sitting and saw a snake winding it's way toward her.  She was too tired to do anything but the snake jumped straight up and sped off in the other direction when he saw her.  "We're almost half way there", I said.  "Best we get moving.  I don't want to spend the night in this swamp."  The feeling was most definitely unanimous.

The plan was to get to the summit where the walking would be easier.  Staying at the top of this range would take us right to our destination, making the rest of the hike a nature walk in the park.  But we weren't there yet.  Smitty and I figured we had more than enough daylight to make it and we were all in good spirits.

Along the way we found a watering hole.  We identified most of the tracks and figured all the critters worked out a time schedule so they won't get in each others way.  Sorta temporary animal turf.  We could see animal tracks that stepped on the tracks of the previous set of animal tracks.  Predators and prey all used the same watering hole and scheduling kept the natural order.  Animals have rules and they play by them.

Before we reached the summit we found something very interesting.  An area about 20' by 20' covered with a thick mat of deer hair.  All the trees in the immediate area had no bark or limbs within reach.  Under the deer fur the soil was black as coal.  The area was surrounded by large boulders with a bunch of smaller rocks on one side.  Clearly, a house used to be here and by the looks of it, that black earth was generations of ash from the fireplace.  Smitty pointed out the large rocks were foundation stone and this place went back to it's natural state a long, long time ago.  The deer seem to love it.  The place was covered with hoof prints and fur but we couldn't find a trace of metal.  Consulting the map, the nearest road was five miles away.  Even at this elevation, we couldn't see a sign of humanity.  Not a building, car, or powerline in sight.  No wonder the deer claim this place as their own.  No human would walk all this way to shoot a deer and drag it miles back to the car.

We thought about spending the night there.  We knew we would wake up surrounded by deer just a nibblin the grass around our sleeping bags.  We decided we had just enough light to make it to the top so we got our shit together and moved on.

The summit was excellent.  Sparse, dwarf pines and rocks covered with a thick pad of deep green moss.  A 360 degree view with a picture perfect, clear sky with the sun just over the horizon.
 
We strolled along single file on the deer trail, talking about how beautiful this place was and then the sun set.  I mean, one second it was bright as day, the next it was pitch black, like someone turned off the lights.  We got out our flashlights, looked for a good spot, and began gathering firewood.  We built a small fire and laid on the mossy ground, relieved to just kick back and relax in such a great place.  Smitty had enough sense to bring some granola bars and jerkey.  I brought along a bottle of Windsor Canadian whisky that went surprisingly well with the granola and we shared our thoughts as we passed the bottle.  The struggle to get to where we were didn't allow us the luxury of introspection, but in this place on top of the mountain, with no where to go until daybreak, we could relax and talk about how this trip changed us all for the better.  I felt it when we found the mouth of the stream we followed.  Linda, who was always scared shitless of crawly things, like snakes, found it when she communed with the snake in the swamp.  Freida said she felt a real connection to the family who lived in the house hundreds of years ago.  I think Smitty always had it but he admitted the vibe from the absence of humans put his head in a place that he's never felt before.  We were all in synch with our surroundings, in a profound way.
  
As we laid in our sleeping bags, drifting off to the smells of fresh air and pines, Smitty gave us something to think about before nodding off.  "Don't be alarmed if you hear animals rustling around.  They're just curious."

I woke up at dawn feeling better than I could remember.  Sore as hell, but great.  Black coffee for breakfast.  We would all be happier with bacon and eggs but we were Spartans and only had a days walk to reach our destination.

A word about our provisions.  The only technology we had were a couple flashlights.  No phones, radios, GPS, or watches.  Aside from a few granola bars and some coffee, we had one tent, four sleeping bags, some construction plastic sheeting, two packs of smokes, four tabs of mescaline, a knife, water, and rope.  We were cut off from civilization completely and on our own.  From our vantage point we couldn't see a sign of human life anywhere and the nearest phone was at least five miles away.  This was an endurance adventure and we wouldn't have it any other way.

Yeah, you read that right.  We each took a tab just before starting out.  All I can say is, it made the second day's hike real interesting. ;)

We reached our final destination late in the afternoon, just before it started to rain.  We were prepared and immediately set up a shelter and got a fire going.  Nothing to do but wait for the others to arrive so we climbed into our shelters and got cozy.  Linda and Smitty had the tent while Freida and I had the clear construction shelter held together with rope and branches.  After two days in the bush the last thing we needed was to get soaking wet so we stayed dry as a bone and dozed off watching the rain run off the clear plastic in rivulets.      

The rain finally stopped, just before the others showed up.  They got the fire going, broke out the food, booze, tunes, and cannabis, and commenced to party proper with yells and screams and dancing around the fire like berserk cavemen.

This was all well and good but this night something was different.  Maybe it was the drunken arguing, or the large, uneven, smoky fire, or the loud music, or a combination of all this stuff that seemed to clash with my calm.  I was on a different frequency and saw it in the faces of the three people I was with for the last two days.  No need to talk about it.  We just knew and that was enough.

Years later...

A bunch of us were at a friends house discussing how a cell phone is now considered a human necessity.  I was the only one who didn't agree with that on the basis of individual freedom.  "What if there was an emergency and you couldn't be reached?  What if someone close to you died?  What if your car broke down?"  My answer was in the event someone died the day I left for a three day excursion in the woods, I'd still get home in time for the funeral.  As far as my car breaking down... My whole driving life is filled with cars breaking down in good weather and bad and I always got them home.  If I break down on a major highway there are hundreds of other drivers with phones who are more than eager to call 911 as they pass by.  What if I don't want to be found?  I stood up to expand my diaphragm to make myself a little clearer.

Whatever happened to that pioneering spirit?  Why do you people feel the need to spend money on a device to tether you to every human on the planet just so they can reach out and touch you whenever they want?  Why do you have this sickening need to demand help to solve your stupid, petty problems that any self-respecting human being can easily fix themselves?  Ya wanna call me?  Call my house phone.  Got an emergency you can't handle while I'm off the grid?  Pick a number on your speed dial. 

I'm on a roll now...

Why do you feel the need to wear a leash?  Dogs have more sense.  If you really need to contact me I'll give you the general area where I might be.  Come and find me or call a game warden if you don't have the stones to get off your sofa.  I can guarantee the game warden will listen to your "emergency" and hang up.  Just so ya know, I do have a cell phone.  It's in my gun cabinet next to my sks stock that I use just about as much.  And even if you did contact me, what makes you think I would dutifully high-tail it back?  You want to wear your leash and stay on the porch, that's your thing.  I'd rather run loose.  And in the off chance I manage to get myself in a jam, you'll be the last people I'd call.  You can't help yourselves, let alone help anyone else.  Face it.  When all the pioneers headed west to find a new land and fix the broken wagon wheels on their Conestoga wagons while fighting off Indians, your ancestors stayed on the east coast because moving out west was hard.  Really, really hard.  And there's no one out west to fix their problems.

I could feel everyone pulling back so I offered an olive branch.

"Can you order pizza with that thing?  I'll buy." 

     

    

I just found out an old friend of mine is dying.  He's utilizing hospice where he lives and that means he's going to die.  No ifs ands or buts, he's going to die, cease to exist, expire, kick the bucket, go where no man has gone before.

It seems all my friends are ceasing to exist and it kinda bums me out.  I mean, why am I forced to be the survivor of everyone I know?  They're dropping like flies and I swore to all of them that I'll never go to their funeral because they have to go to mine first.  It seems fate cheated me out of dying before all my friends.  Ya know, those guys you told to bring the beer and the clowns to the funeral as a last gag before you get planted?  If all my friends die before I do I'll be left with an ordinary funeral full of ordinary mourners weeping to ordinary funeral music as they take me to an ordinary plot to be buried and forgotten in an unknown cemetery plot in an equally ordinary cemetery.

I want it known, right here and now, when I die I want my body cremated and the ashes dumped in the Susquehanna river.  No burial plot for me.  I want my essence in a planetary tributary whose waters touch all shores.  My estate will be converted to beer and clams to anyone who cares to show up and join the procession to the bridge where my ashes will be cast to the winds and water.  Clowns will be employed to remind everyone that life is just a big joke and plenty of beer on tap will neutralize any anxiety.  Drink and eat your fill and remember me fondly as you dump my ashes in the river. 

But I swear, on everything holy, if I find myself buried in a grave, I'll come back to haunt every one of you mother fuckers to insanity with every fibre of my spiritual being until you pray for death.  

Any questions?

a childs happiness is priceless...

liberal lessons

A simple guide on how to be a liberal. 


Step 1. Understand that you're far more intelligent than anybody else. There is no need to back up your arguments with any facts.

Step 2. Realize that there are no consequences for any of your actions in the real world. Legalize all drugs? Sure what could go wrong.

Step 3. Use the words homophobic and bigot as much as possible. Anyone that disagrees with you on hot topic issues like abortion or same sex marriage is obviously devoid of any humanity and should be killed. (even though you're against the death penalty of course)

Step 4. Know that anything bad that happens is Bush's fault. Or has something to do with republicans.

Step 5. Euphemisms are your friend. You're not pro abortion. That sounds terrible. You're pro choice. Again you're not for gay marriage you're for equal rights.

Step 6.  Remember that Obama is undoubtedly the best leader the world has ever seen. And anyone who doesn't agree is clearly a racist.

Step 7. Call people racist as much as possible.

Step 8. Know that People who hold any religious beliefs whatsoever are obviously mentally inferior.

Step 9. Never take responsibility or admit that anything is ever your fault. You're too important to worry about something like that. Just pass if off to the next guy and let him deal with it. Besides it was probably Bush's fault anyway. (see step 4)

Step 12. Be as progressive as possible.

Step 13. Win arguments with distractions or confusion. (see step 10)

Step 14. Show how open minded you are by telling other people how dumb their ideas are. 

Step 15. Get your political opinions from famous people in Hollywood. 

Step 16. Accuse people of hate speech and then proceed to tell them how much you hate them for it. Because it's ok to tell someone that hates someone else how much you hate them for hating other people.

Step 17. Win political debates by pointing out something as irrelevant to the conversation as bad grammar or slavery. (see step 7)

By following these simple steps you'll be able to call yourself a proud liberal in no time.