Laozu Kelly, a gifted energy sensitive who advanced our understanding of orgone and orgonite

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27. Ireland, June of 2007

I had made Ireland flight reservations before the German/Poland trip, and it was only on that trip that I learned Ireland was already under the sheng canopy . We considered altering our itinerary, but after consideration that Ireland is one foundation, as it were, of the canopy “bridge” over the North Atlantic, it seemed best to go through with our planned trip and to open some latent vortices on the “Emerald Isle”.

We landed in Dublin on June 19th. Upon disembarking, Cesco remarked that he felt something unpleasant coming from away off. Upon consulting our compass, we found that the source was nearly due south. So we drove south, along the coast, reaching the beach near Rosslare (south of Wexford) at dusk. We sought out and found a place to park for the night, just off the beach. It rained that night, just as it rained at least a part of every day we spent on the island: and we slept in the car. In the morning, after several false starts due to dead-end beach roads, we eventually found our way to the latent vortex. Observable from 180 kilometers to the north, it was rather strong. Returning along the sandy beach, Cesco called my attention back to the vortex, now about 100 meters behind us:

A strong positive entity had appeared above it.

The next strong latent vortex was to the west. I wanted to visit the crystal works at Waterford, so we detoured through that town, but eventually wound up back on the coast, just east of Skibbereen. This surfaced on the beach as well, but on a small remote section, not so easy to approach. There were 40 foot cliffs above, steep and inhabited by a sha being: and to each side were rocks projecting out into the ocean. We backtracked, and found a place to park about a kilometer or so away, hiked up the beach, and then waded around the rocks to reach the small piece of beach with the critical points .
On the way back, after reaching dry land again, some nymphs showed themselves off in the waves. I asked what they thought of the opened vortex, and they seemed in high spirits with their positive response. Then I asked if it might be of some help in the coming conflict. Once more the response was positive, but much more restrained, and given in sombre attitude.

I had read of a large circle of stones located south of the city of Limerick, and wanted to see it. We proceeded north, through Bantry, Kinmare, and Killarney. Somewhere along the way, we became aware of another latent vortex. While not intentionally following its spoor, we did eventually come to it, as it turned out to be located within the circle. Just as we drove in, a large party was leaving and, to our good fortune, the place was left to us (and about a half dozen Holstein heifers) for about an hour.

The circle, which was unusually complete, contained many stones. I suspect however, that it had been long out of operation , for virtually every rock required some re-initiation.
It is my experience that when these “neolithic” circles are operating, qi flows along the circle. The process of getting it going again is something like turning the flywheel of a car or tractor, but requires considerably more rotation than the latter before it “kicks in” and commences to move by itself. Of course there is no actual flywheel to grab, or crankshaft to turn – one must use his “mind” or “middle eye” to turn move the qi . Since the mind is doing the work, it might seem as though no actual physical action is required: but this is not the case.
Imagine that you are standing within a circle, that you move your mind out to that circle, and that you move it in one direction continuously around that circle. If you try to keep it focused directly away from the center all the way, you will at some point feel considerable stress. It becomes necessary at some point along the circuit to permit your mind to rotate on its own axis. But when moving the qi along a stone circle, it seems necessary to keep your mind fixed upon the qi , and so you cannot let it rotate on its axis. Consequently, if you are standing within the circle of stones, and moving qi around the stones, your head must turn in concert with the qi as it moves. And if your head turns, your entire body must turn, so you must whirl “like a dervish”. This requires footwork, and resistance to dizziness.
One begins slowly, and the stones appear individually as one turns. But the speed gradually increases and the stones melt into a blur. The appearance or “feeling” of the qi , as it moves around the stones, reminds me of nothing so much as flowing mercury. The speed at which this “mercury” will flow seems only bounded by how good ones whirling footwork is.
In this case, I ran out of breath twice, and it took three separate attempts to get things going well.
When we left the circle to eat our lunch sandwiches, there were two cars of tourists just arriving. And these were followed by a seemingly endless stream of others. One lady came with a drum, and she had to wait awhile for sufficient solitude to commence her work. It reminded me somewhat of Merlina and her friends in Germany, who drum to the spirits in special locations there.

The most interesting site of our Irish trip was a church in the countryside between and south of the cities of Derry and Coleraine. The oldest part of the present structure is known to have been constructed in the early 13th century, but one tradition has it, that there has been a church at the site at least as far back as 474 AD, in St. Patrick’s day. Another tradition is that the site was discovered by the Irish Saint Muiredach O’Heney, who was led there by a white stag.
It is situated on a vortex, and I have only seen this before with a handful of other churches. The first I recall occurred during the second leg of our trip through Germany in 2004. In that case, as well as the present one, there was present at the time of our coming, a strong sha being. In both these cases, when the latent vortex was opened, the beings were much weakened, and in the present situation, it even left of its own volition.
Outside the church were two smaller buildings, one reportedly housing the remains of O’Heney. Certainly a very respectable ghost was there. As is often not the case, this ghost did know that his physical body was dead, and that he must leave at some point. It lingered there to protect the church in some way, and seemed to be determined to remain until it was no longer needed in this regard. Near the end of our visit, Cesco had an intimate quiet time with this ghost saint. Muiredach O’Heney and Cesco the Mortal, at the former’s abode:

We ate lunch outside the church, and while sitting there, a large band of some 50 to 100 crows flew over us, circling many times around the church and surrounding ground.

Many years ago I had visited Ireland with my parents, and one place which had lodged itself in my memory from that time, was the megalithic mound at Newgrange, in the Boyne River valley. In those days one could just drive up to the site and inspect it freely at ones leisure. Now it is designated as a protected area, and one is permitted to visit it only by driving to a building about a mile away, buying tickets, and riding a bus to and from the site. One is only permitted to enter the passage into the mound in the presence of a tour guide.
But it is still worth a look. First it is very old: constructed about 600 years before the Great Pyramid at Giza, and some 1000 years before Stonehenge. Second, as one might expect, its construction exploited some singular qi configurations, still extant and observable.
The mound is a huge manmade hill, about 11 meters high, and perhaps 100 meters in diameter. The hill was constructed from flat stones, placed so that they sloped away from the center: any rain seeping into the earth would drain away to the base of the hill, leaving the interior perfectly dry through the past 5 millennia. A tunnel penetrates the hill, about a third of the way through, and at the end of the tunnel are three vaults, each having a flat stone at its base. Contiguous to these is a larger vault, some meters high, into which the tunnel enters. Above the tunnel is small passage way, just large enough to permit a beam of light, and at only one time on one day of the year (winter solstice) does the light penetrate completely through this upper passage, to reach the middle vault at the end of the main tunnel.
A ring of stones, each perhaps about the size of a man, and transported from many kilometers away, serves as the boundary at the base of the hill. Above them is a wall of white quartz stones, which has been restored as well as possible to its original state.
On some of the base stones are carvings: in particular the stone at the tunnel entrance, and the stone directly opposite on the back of the mound. On these two stones are carved sets of swirls, some swirling towards their centers clockwise, and some counter-clockwise. On each stone is exactly one spot where a clockwise swirl contacts a counter-clockwise swirl. If one could push the tunnel entrance stone directly through the mound to match it with the stone at the back, so that these contact points coincided, he would find that the direction of these swirls would exactly match. Here is the back side:

There is in fact a strong sheng line , straight as a string from horizon to horizon, which runs through the mound, directly under said swirl contact points. The direction the qi flows through this line is such that it passes from the back to the mound to the front of the mound: roughly from northwest to southeast. This means that the tunnel of the mound was built so that the beam of light penetrating to the uttermost vault inside, on winter solstice, would be in exact alignment with the sheng line . Furthermore, the light from the sun would shine in the exact opposite direction to that in which the qi was flowing. I believe it would be quite interesting to be present at that point at the appropriate time on winter solstice. Unfortunately only a few people can fit inside at one time, some thousands of people draw lots for these few positions, and even the lucky few cannot be sure that the sky will not be cloudy when the time comes.
There is a second strong line of qi which passes through the mound. It is not perfectly straight like the first, but runs roughly from south to north:. It is in a way more interesting than the first line, because the qi does not flow straight along it, but rather in a swirling way, as if along a coil. This second line intersects the first line, nearly as I could tell, through the vault directly at the end of the tunnel.
The people who constructed the mound are thought to have come to Ireland about 4000 BC, and the flat rocks at the base of the vaults within the mound are thought to have been in place long before the mound was constructed.

Also in the Boyne Valley is the Hill of Tara, home of the old kings of Ireland. When we arrived here, there were tents, caravans, and people protesting a proposed freeway which is planned to run through this old historical area. Tara is a sheep run now, though you can see outlines of the old ruins. It was worth the trip to see it, but perhaps more interesting was a rath some distance down the road. A rath is [Oxford Enlish Dictionary] “an enclosure (usually of a circular form) made by a strong earthen wall, and serving as a fort and place of residence for the chief of a tribe; a hill fort”. This one serves now as a farmer’s pasture, and one must actually get inside it to appreciate it. As the definition indicates, it is a large circular earthen wall, surrounded by a ditch (likely formed when the earth was dug out to form the wall. Cesco preceded me out into it, and found that near the center was a latent vortex, something which is not to be found on Tara Hill proper.

The final latent vortex we treated on the trip was in a peat bog. This was one of those vortices, like one I found last year in South Africa, and one a month or so ago in Poland, near the Russian border, where rather than touching the earth’s surface in several points, it spread out over a larger area and could be gifted anywhere on that area. We of course chose a place where it seemed the peat would not be harvested (dug out) in the future.

We returned the rental car in Dublin the night before our departure. Since Cesco had to check in for his flight at 4 AM the next morning, we tried to catch a few hours sleep on the airport floor. Due to repeated loud warnings from the loudspeaker not to leave our baggage unwatched, we didn’t succeed too well. My plane to America was delayed and did not get away until 7:30 the next evening, and by then I was pretty drowsy. I only managed to stay awake until the plane had passed over Greenland, but up until the time I fell asleep, there was never a time on the Atlantic flight that I did not see sheng canopy in every direction. When I awoke, we were in northwestern Canada, and there was again sheng canopy in every direction.

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28. Summer of 2007

In the western United States are many towns which have nearly disappeared, or are much smaller than they were in their thriving years. This is due to several reasons.
Many of these towns grew up with mines or lumber camps, and the ore or timber has either been mostly, or totally, used up in the surrounding areas. A second reason is that, with the construction of the national highway system in the 1950’s, and the increase in ownership of automobiles, people could drive farther to make their daily purchases, and so many of the businesses and shops of the small towns, died for want of customers. And a third reason was the mechanization of agriculture which led to larger farms and a much reduced number of farm workers. And so, for some forty years and more, there was been a continuing supply of abandoned buildings in the West, which have been a source of used building materials for those who wished to build, but were without financial resources to buy new material.
Some thirty five years ago a couple of friends of mine and myself were in that situation, when one of us heard of an abandoned building in the small town of La Cross, Washington. It was a brick building which had been constructed back in 1906, and had once been the largest and most impressive structure in town, but had become property of Whitman County, due to non-payment of back taxes.
So we three petitioned the County Commissioners to sell us the building for $5 or some such token amount, the advantage to the County being free demolition of the building. They agreed, and for two summers, we (with the help of some of our boys) worked dismantling the structure, denailing boards, chipping the morter off bricks, and transporting lumber the 50 miles or so to our resident town. I estimate that we took home about a quarter of a million brick among the three of us. I traded much of my brick for lumber, and the rest eventually ended up stacked in my garage, where most of it remained for twenty years collecting dust, taking up space, and providing a refuge for the cat when he felt he needed it.
In the year 2007, I finally concluded that it was unlikely I would ever use it, and so offered it for sale. In the spring, a buyer appeared, who by chance owned the land around and including the summit of Moscow Mountain. His property is snowed in 5 months of the year, and by the time the roads had dried out sufficiently for trucking in brick, it was June. So it happened that only in mid-July, after my return from the June trip to Eastern Europe and Ireland, was I able to assist the new owner to truck his bricks up to Moscow Mountain.

I had some years before opened a vortex on Moscow Mountain. It was a good vortex, though it lacked the strength of others in its vicinity, such as that on Steptoe Butte and that on Tomer Butte. On my visit to the mountain this time, I discovered why. I had not found the main vortex back in 2003: but a lesser one of easier access, and closer to the road.
The owner Mark, took me up a trail to the actual summit, and not too far from the summit, was the main vortex. I happened to have one TB with me in the car, and so I buried it on the strongest critical point.
Later, after I had returned home, I found that the vortex on Moscow Mountain had become considerably stronger, and now was, if anything, more powerful than that on Tomer Butte.

People had asked me numerous times over the past several years, and I myself had wondered, what would happen to an opened vortex if the TBs were removed from the site some time after the opening. Always before the TBs placed had been too numerous, or the vortices too remote, for it to be convenient to make the experiment.
Here now seemed a good opportunity. So in mid-August I drove back up to Moscow Mountain, and with the help of the owner Mark who had previously accompanied me, I found the single TB which had been placed on the vortex, and removed it, taking it back home with me.
I observed the vortex from my window at home, some 15 to 20 miles away, and over the course of a week found virtually no change in its strength.
However, with this more careful and exact observation, I found that there was some roughness to the qi , right where it emerged from the ground. The roughness bordered even on pain. Then qi was pure and positive below the surface, and up above the surface: only at or near the surface was there roughness. On the week of August 20 through August 26 I was away on a trip, and upon my return, I found that the vortex on Moscow Mountain was still strong, and the painful roughness still present.
So I decided to drive up the mountain one more time to see what, if anything, I could do about it. I emailed Mark, and he gave me his blessing to come. He was putting windows in his new house, and after giving him a hand inserting one of them, I set out up the trail by myself toward the source of the pain.
After a short hike, I found it – not exactly where the vortex was, nor on the actual summit, but in a small grove of trees nearby. There was a quite respectable sheng being, some 15 to 20 feet tall, in considerable pain. My guess is, that it was the spiritus loci, which had responsibility for the region about the mountain. I have no idea how it came to be in such an uncomfortable condition, but in it, it was.
My heart told me I should help, and I gave the sheng beinga qi -gong treatment, which lasted perhaps 20 minutes. Afterwards I was led up the trail some distance to give just a little help to something else up there, and that was the end of it.
When I was back home several hours later, I looked again up at the vortex on the mountain. There was no more roughness and no more pain: just pure sheng qi swirling up out of the ground. And such is still the case when I wrote this, some day and a half later.

My week-long journey had been to the Southwest. Some five and a half years previously, I had spent several days down on the Navajo Reservation in Arizona, with my friend Steve Kelley.
Except for motels along the road run by the Dines (as the Navajos call themselves), non-tribe members without special permission are not supposed to stay overnight on the reservation. However Steve had become close friends with a Navajo man Dale, had lived some years with Dale’s family on the “Rez” near Cameron, and so an exception was made for us.
That is special country. There are four “holy mountains” which mark the traditional four corners of Navajo country. One of them is in the San Francisco Peaks group north of the city of Flagstaff. This group is holy to the Hopis as well, an older tribe, whose Reservation is a small enclave within the Navajo Reservation. Steve had taken me there back in 2002, when we were looking for pine pitch to prepare some traditional Navajo healing cloths.

Back in early spring of this year (2007) Steve and I had decided to take another visit, but on the way to Ely, Nevada, where Steve was staying at the time, I ran into a bad snow storm, and had to give up on the trip for then. Now in late August, something told me that it was time to try again.
I left on Monday afternoon (August 20), staying the first night near Twin Falls Idaho. Nearly a year earlier, I had visited Steve in Ely and had opened a latent vortex in the old Shoshone “City of the Rocks”. On Tuesday, as I crossed over into Nevada, I observed that the sheng canopy extended strong and pure as far as the eye could see, in all directions. I had returned home from Nevada the previous year before the vortex had reached its maturity, and so had not appreciated its power at the time. Now I saw that it was of the strongest.
I picked up Steve in Ely in early afternoon, and we continued south and east together, spending the night at Cedar City, Utah. It was only Wednesday morning, on the spectacular pass via US 14, that we drove out from under the sheng canopy . We continued on through southwestern Utah and into Arizona. A short distance over the State line, we stopped at a good view point, to have a look toward the south. There were several powerful latent vortices to be seen, but strongest by far was that on a jagged looking peak far toward the horizon. Steve told me that was probably in the San Francisco Peaks, which is the highest land in Arizona. We found later that he was correct.
We reached Cameron about 2 in the afternoon. Dale was still at work, and I could see a latent vortex off to the west, so we decided to dedicate the remainder of the afternoon to opening it. It was up not far from the Grand Canyon. I had visited the Grand Canyon with Cesco back in 2005, but it was a different site, which had not needed any improvement. This latent vortex was somewhat back in the brush and not on the Canyon edge.
That night I told Dale what we were up to, and gave him a nice HHg which I had gotten from cbswork several years before. Strictly speaking, the San Francisco Peaks, where we were headed the next day, was on Federal land rather than tribal land, but I knew something of the place the Peaks occupy in Navajo culture, and I thought it only common courtesy to run it by him before we did anything. He thanked me for the HHg and invited us to stay with him and his wife the next night again, when we returned from our outing.

So next day we set out just after daybreak, since the weather was hot. We were able to drive about 2/3 of the way up, and the rest of the way required about a three hour hike. There was a spiritus loci on Mt. Humphries, the highest peak, but it came over to the nearby mountain where the latent vortex was located, after it was opened. It was beautiful climb, with deep blue sky, lovely aspen and spruce trees, and a cool breeze.
When we returned in the afternoon, it was hot on the high desert, and we were tired from the unwonted exertion. I went to bed early, while Steve stayed up late with Dale and his wife Lula talking over old times.
Next morning I awoke at dawn, and went out to examine the sky. The sheng canopy had arrived overnight, pure and sweet, and it stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction.
We left for home about 7AM, and during the next two days on the road, there was no place that I could see not covered by the sheng canopy . At this point I estimated that the states of Washington, Oregon, Idaho, and Nevada, were all covered; and that California, Montana, Utah, and Arizona more than half covered.

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29. China, October of 2007

There was reason to believe that the entire East Asian coast region, from Singapore in the south to somewhere north of Beijing, was covered by the sheng canopy . In the south this region extended west to the Indian Ocean, covering all of Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Thailand, peninsular Malaysia, and Burma. To extend the sheng canopy in Asia, it seemed logical to begin in southwestern China, north of Thailand, and to work north through western China.
The cheapest flights to China were via Hong Kong, so Cesco and I flew there, meeting on October 11. We slept that night in the home of my friend See-Hoi, and next morning we took the bus over the border into Shenzhen.
When I first visited China in 1983, Shenzhen was a fishing town of some 30,000 population. That was about the beginning time of the great Chinese economic liberalization, and Shenzhen was selected as an experimental town: to test what would develop if a free economy were permitted in China. Now Shenzhen has 6.5 million people, and an airport that services all the major cities of China.
We boarded a flight there, to the capital Kunming of Yunnan Province. The sheng canopy endured overhead throughout the entire flight, which meant we would have to travel further north to begin our vortex opening work.

There was however a location in the west of Yunnan , which I wanted to visit first. I had learned of it on the web, several days before leaving America. This was Jizu Shan, or Chicken Foot Mountain. It is revered as one of the holy places of Buddhism, and I had looked carefully at some of the photographs of the mountain posted on the internet. In one of them could be seen an entity in need of help, and my heart told me that I should go there. And so, upon landing in Kunming, we took a bus to Dali, the nearest city of any size to Jizu Shan.
In the morning, we boarded a local bus to Binchuan, a town more or less at the foot of the mountain. From there, a road runs about two thirds of the way up, just past the Zhusheng monastery. Looking for transportation thither, we met two pilgrim nuns with the same destination, and we decided to hire a small van together for 60 yuan (about 8 dollars). It was understood that, for this price, there would be no other passengers. About half way up, the driver pulled off to the side of the road to pick up another rider. Our incensed nuns however, told him in no uncertain terms, that this he could not do. After feeble argument, cowed, he drove us on up to the monastery.
On the drive up, one of the nuns, who was from Singapore and spoke excellent English, told us of the the ancient legend of the mountain: that one of Sakyamuni Buddha’s students named Jiaye, had come to the mountain from India, in the old days; that he had meditated in solitude there many years, waiting for the next Buddha to come, that he might render service in those coming days; that the mountain took compassion on Jiaye and opened up to let him enter and pass the intervening years safe inside itself; and that the pious Jiaye meditates yet in the heart of Jizu Shan.
Arriving at Zhusheng, we entered the gates of this monastery, passing first through an introductory temple, and then the principal temple of the place. In both places resided quite worthy sheng beings, and Cesco and I paid them due respect

A monk there was impressed by our seriousness, and invited us to stay the night, and to partake of the vegetarian food of the place. We accepted, paying a small fee for the accommodation. Cesco told me later that he considered the food there the best he had in China.
We had still a good part of the afternoon at our disposal, and so went out into the surrounding woods, looking for the distressed entity I had seen in the photo. We found it on a hill in the forest, not too far from the monastery. After burying six TBs to change an offending sha line to a sheng line , we both worked to heal the entity, and seemed to have some success.
Later, after we had returned to the monastery, the monk who had invited us to stay for the night told us something of a famous Boddhisatva named Xu Yun who had sojourned at the monastery many years earlier. Xu Yun was born in 1830, had begun serious self-cultivation at the age of 15, and had reached enlightenment at the age of 55. From this time on, he had devoted himself to teaching, founding new temples, and generally helping those intent on following the Buddha’s Path. At age 65, he was granted an audience by the terrible empress Zi Xi, who was so impressed by him, that he was granted means from the imperial treasury to carry on his work. He lived to see her death, the end of the Ching Dynasty shortly thereafter, the years of the warlords, the war with Japan, and the final victory of the Communists, only dying at age 120, in 1950. There is a room in the temple devoted to his memory, and a pagoda in the back of the monastery housing a shi li zi taken from his remains. A shi li zi is a relic taken from a holy man or woman’s cremation ashes, and it often contains something of the deceased’s spirit. It was so in this case, and the qi of the spirit seemed to be identical with the qi in photographs of Xu Yun, which hang in the temple.
In the morning we set out with the nuns, up the path to the summit. It was cloudy, drizzling at times, and a bit uncomfortable for the nuns dressed in the thin brown robes of their order. At the summit we found a rather large flat area, upon which was built three major structures.
The smallest, but most impressive one, was dedicated to the Boddhisatva Guan Yin.

Guan Yin, the Boddhisatva of compassion, is perhaps the most popular of all China. The qi that rises out of the ground into that temple is unique. It was evident from a hundred miles away, and when on the mountain in the neighborhood of the temple, its brilliance was comparable to that of the sun. When you open your mind to feel it, any more than a very slight degree, there is an immediate blinding effect. Cesco was much taken with the place, and entered it to pay his respects to the deity within, remaining there for quite some time.
And yet, there was yet a blemish in the feeling of this temple. While Cesco remained inside, I walked back a short way from the building, seeking a more objective view. Then I became aware that there was a line of sha qi passing through the ground under the temple, that contributed a minor sickly addition to the qi of the place.
The second building was the famous Lengyan Pagoda,

and the third a large hall, housing three huge Buddha statues. The strength of the qi , however, of these statues, was not commensurate with their size. Moreover, there was some pain observable in the faces of the two flanking Buddhas. So I prayed before the one in the center, and asked if there was anything I could do to help. The only response was for me to remove some of the qi from my dan tian (the qi center below the navel), and send it into the statue. I asked if I should not try to help the Buddhas on the sides: but no.
Cesco was now back, and it was nearly noon. The monks living on the summit invited our two nun friends out of the rain into their dining hall for lunch, and our friends managed to extend the invitation to Cesco and myself as well. The monks and nuns eat but twice a day, the second and final meal coming at noon. It was our observation that they took that meal seriously, and did not stint on their portions. We finished a bit sooner than the rest, and, when the monks brought some warmer clothing for the nuns to change into, we left the dining hall. Outside we found few others present, and so it was a good opportunity to find a secluded place on that sha line which passed under the golden temple. We found what we were seeking in a little grove of trees, and Cesco played sentry while I buried the 6 TBs . It had an immediate effect on the qi of the temple, which now seemed to partake of no negative admixture.
When the nuns came back from lunch, they entered the hall of the three Buddhas, and we decided to go in again. After standing there a minute or so, I suddenly felt a call to hurry to the back behind the great statues. Arriving there, I found a smaller image: this again of Guan Yin. I knelt down to show due respect, and I could feel some sort of communication passing between the spirit of the statue and my own. I rose quickly, hastening to the great Buddha on the right. I could feel something inside myself directing my motions to treat the ailment of that Buddha, after which I hurried to the Buddha on the other side, where transpired a similar remedy. Thence it was back to the Guan Yin idol once more, to pay respect.
We left the great hall, and it was time to head back down the mountain. The rain was light but steady now, and we all put up the umbrellas which we had borrowed early in the morning, when we had set out from Zhusheng. Part way down, we came to the face of the mountain which was said to have opened up to accommodate Jiaye. There were a number of Buddhist pilgrims setting up camp there in the rain, planning to remain several days to conduct certain ceremonies. We paused long enough to try to get a sense of the place, and it did seem that there was something inside the mountain. But what it was, I cannot be sure.
We stayed the night at Zhusheng Monastery again, and in the morning, returned with the nuns via bus to Kunming. It was still afternoon when we reached the city, so we bought tickets for an evening flight, north to Chengdu in Sichuan Province, hoping to get started on our real job in China.

But landing in Chengdu, we were still under the sheng canopy . The only other place I had set my intention on seeing during the trip, was Emei Shan or Highbrow Mountain. I had heard of it from many people, both as being spectacularly beautiful, and as being a place of considerable power. It lays west of Chengdu, and we took the advice of a young lady scouting for a taxi company, to go on to Emei City that night. Cesco was not enthusiastic about taking her advice, but I was suffering from mild food poisoning, and didn’t feel like shopping around. So we went ahead with it and arrived at Emei around 2AM, with no hotels open, excepting some with no vacancies. Our driver banged on several doors, and eventually found a place for us to stay the night.
We slept in a bit the next morning, and took a bus up the mountain. In better circumstances I would have preferred to hike up the mountain, for there are said to be many interesting places on the ascent. But I was feeling bad about not having opened any latent vortices yet on the trip, and so elected to go up the fast way. The bus terminus coincided with the terminus of a gondola line, and we rode a gondola car the rest of the way to the top. On the summit stand various stately structures, notably a huge outside Buddha statue, and an impressive temple.

The statue had a sha line running through it, and there was a strong latent vortex nearby. Taking care of these was somewhat more of a challenge than was our work on Jizu Shan shan. For Emei Shan is much more of a tourist center. There were people wandering nearly everywhere on the summit, soldiers ostentatiously marching about to overawe any potential evil doers, plain clothes caretakers skulking about, and electronic eyes prominently displayed. Fortunately, one place on the bad line was left unattended just long enough for application of the 6 TB cure, and several of the critical points were close enough to some protective foliage, that we were able to open the place up. Transmuting the qi of the line had

an immediate positive effect on the Buddhist statue, and, within a few minutes after the latent vortex was opened, a strong and brilliant concentration of sheng qi appeared over the statue.

Cesco mentioned hearing the sheng qi , as it formed. Here is a satisfied monkey we met ont the way down:

We were weary when we arrived down from the mountain, and decided to spend another night in Emei City, rather than go back immediately to Chengdu. Somewhat refreshed the next morning, we took the bus back, and discussed our next move. We were still under the sheng canopy and, having opened a rather strong latent vortex on Emei Shan, we surmised that the sheng canopy would likely have extended itself somewhat. So we decided to fly all the way to Urumqi in Xinjiang Province, on the old Silk Road. This was far to the northwest in China, but we felt that we could work back east and south, gifting in stages, until we reached the boundary of the canopy.

So we boarded a plane in Chendu for Urumqi. The weather thitherto had been overcast with intermittent rain, but now it turned sunny and beautiful.

Most of our flight was in daylight, and so I was able to observe the sky from my window seat. We never came out from beneath sheng canopy , nor did I see an end to it anywhere! So it appeared that we would not be staying long in Xinjiang.
Xianjiang has a large non ethnic Chinese population. Most of these are called Uighurs, and are muslim in religion. The Chinese Government fears separatist sentiment, and rules for foreign visitors are more strict there than elsewhere in China. There were only certain hotels where non citizens could stay, and so we had to pay a bit more for our room than elsewhere. The next morning we found an internet bar several blocks from our hotel, and I went in to check my email. While sitting at the computer, a young woman came up and struck up a conversation. She was a teacher, wanted to practice her English, and invited Cesco and I to visit her home for lunch. She offered us bona fide Xinjiang noodles and mutton. We had to turn down the mutton due to our diet, but the noodles and vegetables were good, as were the apples she gave us from her family’s orchard.
After lunch she guided us to some points of interest in the city. One was the famous Red Hill, on which sits a Buddhist temple and an old pagoda.

We were not able to obtain much information about the latter, other than it had been there for a very long time. It did not feel good at all, due to a sha line through it. Fortunately, the line passed behind some bushes on the side of the hill, and we were able to fix it. The pagoda had been negative for some time. There was a photograph in a building nearby showing the area as it had been back in the 30’s, and the pagoda was in it, looking just as old as it does now. Presently the hill is covered with trees and plants, due to China’s great tree planting program of some years ago: in the photograph the hill was utterly barren. Here is an Urumqi butterfly:

In the evening we took the girl Maria to dinner, and were joined by her boy friend, a traditional Chinese doctor. Walking back to our room from the restaurant, he noticed that I was walking irregularly and asked me about it. I told him about my bad back, and though he had already worked 9 hours that day, he offered to give me a message. He was quite skillful, and gave me relief which lasted for many days.
Now, however, we had to plan our next move. I knew, that with high probability, the sheng canopy covered all of China except perhaps Tibet and Manchuria. It was probably a bit late in the season to go to Tibet, and going there requires a special permit, so we opted for Manchuria. Maria called a contact in Urumqi and purchased tickets for us, to Harbin in the northeast province of Heilongjiang (River of the Black Dragon).

From Urumqi to Harbin is a long trip, and we had a short lay over in Beijing. Though we left Urumqi in the morning, it was dark when we arrived in Harbin. Some distance south of Harbin, at last, we flew out from beneath the canopy. Harbin was a little rougher, and the people less used to foreigners, than other places we visited in China. Stepping out of a shop our first night there, having purchased a bottle of drinking water, someone brushed by me. As I turned to see what it had been, I was hit harder by a cop making a flying leap to tackle a young man. And then a second policeman appeared out of nowhere to sit on the tackled fellow’s head. We had no idea what the provocation had been, but we were glad we were not the man on the bottom of the pile. A few minutes later we went into a small cafe on a side street to get a late meal. The owner was quite amiable, asking all sorts of questions about where we came from, but the owner’s boys and others in the place stared at us as if we were from another planet.
Next morning, after purchasing a typical northern Chinese breakfast of shao bing and you tiao, I bought a map of the province, dug out my pocket compass, and took bearings on the strongest latent vortex I could feel. It was to the north, and I located a good sized town (on the bus route) in that direction on the map. We bought tickets, and after a several hour bus ride, got off at the town. Taking bearings again, I found the latent vortex to the north and east. Referring to the map, I found a small town in that direction, the characters of whose name I recognized and could pronounce. We found a taxi driver who was willing to give us his (and his car’s) afternoon for about 160 yuan (about 20 dollars), I told him the name of the town, and we started off.
I could tell from his look that he had not seen many foreigners before, and probably none who had wanted to go where we indicated; but he drove off in the direction we wanted. There were stretches of rough and bumpy road, but as long as we stayed on the county roads, the ride was not bad. However, before we came in sight of our designated destination, I saw the latent vortex: a grove of trees on a small hill off near the skyline. I got the driver’s attention, pointed to the trees, and told him we wanted to go there. At this point I think he was thoroughly confused, but he obediently turned off the county road into a dirt road through the fields.

Several times he stopped, asking directions of farmers working in the fields, as the condition of the road grew steadily worse and more narrow. Finally, after almost high centering, he brought the car to a stop, and walked off about a 100 yards to a farmer working in a neighboring field. When he returned, he was glowering, and he wanted to know if we wanted to go to the small town I originally had named, or not. I told him we had changed our minds, and needed only to go to the grove of trees off over the fields,

and after that, we could go back to his home city. This mollified him a little, and he started out again down the road. A short distance later we came upon another vehicle headed in our direction, and our driver simply pulled in behind it, and followed. This road was be no means smooth, but at least not dangerous to the car, and we eventually pulled in to a small village near the grove of trees. We did not want the driver to go with us, so Cesco stayed in the car with the driver while I with my backpack of TBs took off through the fields. The driver had never had raisins before, and Cesco had a sack of them (imported from sunny California), which he fed to the driver as I navigated my way to the vortex. Fortunately there were a couple of critical points which were not in the fields (and subject to disturbance by subsequent tilling thereof), and I was able to bury TBs in them without being observed. Back in the car, Cesco told me that he could hear the sheng qi rise up out of the ground as this vortex was opened. Just after the opening:

Now the driver had raisins in his stomach and an open road for home, so we were all in good spirits. As usually is the case with vortex hunting, the road back is shorter and easier than the road to, and we arrived at the driver’s home city before dark. Unfortunately, it was after 4PM, and at 4PM the last bus for the day back to Harbin had already left. By now the driver’s original suspicion had mutated into a sort of affection. He asked me questions about the US, of which he had very little knowledge, and I asked him about his neighborhood, of which I had even less. He mentioned that he would love to be paid in US money, which he had not seen before. I had a $20 bill in my wallet, and offered it to him, but after some thought, he decided that he could not afford so expensive a curio, and so I paid him in yuan instead. But I also had a $1 bill with George Washington on the back, and added it as lagniappe. He was delighted, and by now felt a sort of responsibility for our welfare. He drove down the main highway south in the direction of Harbin till he overtook a bus, and rapidly turned his headlights off and on until the bus driver pulled off onto the roadside. Then he gestured us to get onto the bus, while he haggled with the bus driver on price. Before we found seats however, he motioned for us to get off again, which we did, and watched the bus go on down the road without us. He said that the bus people wanted 60 yuan apiece to take us to Harbin, and that that was twice what the price should be. But now it was dark, and we would gladly have paid the 60 yuan (about 7.5 dollars) apiece for a several hour bus trip, especially since there were no more scheduled buses that day. But our taxi driver had a different perspective, since his daily wages were only about 40 yuan.
So he drove to a nearby fuel station, and commenced to ask the automobile drivers who were stopping there for refueling, if any of them would take us to Harbin for 30 yuan. No luck. Finally he told us he might have to take us to the train station where we would have to pay a higher price, and he looked nervous and apologetic. Then suddenly a bus pulled in at the other end of the fuel station. His face lit up and he jammed his foot onto the gas pedal. Unfortunately it was now totally dark, and he had not noticed a large piece of concrete on the parking lot ahead of us. “Wham” went my head into the roof. And “wham” went the floor boards of the taxi onto the concrete obstruction. Cesco told me he smelt exhaust fumes in the car afterwards, and I sincerely hope he did not damage the car much. He apologized while continuing across the lot to the bus. Here we got on, and got tickets for less than 60 yuan. Just before the the bus pulled out I heard someone banging on the side of the bus below our seat window. I looked out into the dark, and saw our driver’s beaming face looking up on us waving. We waved back, also smiling.

Several hours later we were back at our hotel, eating dinner and discussing that by morning, very likely all of China (except perhaps Tibet, if Tibet is considered part of China) would be under the sheng canopy . The job we set out to do here was finished, and though there was still time allotted on our schedule, we decided to return to Hong Kong next day and assume separate ways: Cesco back to Iceland, and myself to Taiwan to visit old friends. So we took a flight back the next day to Shenzhen, via Changsha, thence by bus to Hong Kong airport to arrange early passage away from China.

Cesco made it back without special incident, and while I had some adventures in Taiwan, they are probably better left untold here. On October 31, I took plane from Hong Kong to Tokyo (Narita), and then on to Seattle.
Three weeks earlier flying over, the northern half of Japan had not been under the sheng canopy . Now it was, which fact I attributed to our opening the latent vortex in Manchuria. The sheng canopy did not continue overhead all the way back to Seattle, and it seems that a trip to Alaska, and perhaps Siberia, sometime in the future, may still be required.
One thing seems to have been affirmed by our trip, which phenomenon had already been indicated by earlier trips in this year 2007. This was the fact that it is becoming easier to spread the canopy. Whereas two years ago one had to open a latent vortex every 70 kilometers or so, now the the distance had increased to hundreds of kilometers. My guess (though it is only a guess) is that somehow the condition of that part of the sky which is not yet covered by the canopy has changed somewhat, so that it changes subject to slighter contact with sheng qi than before.
A photo for “good night”(in Sino-German-English dialect), taken by Cesco in a hotel in Urumqi:

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30. The Fall and Accumulation of Sheng Qi, November of 2007

On November 8, I drove across Washington State to Seattle, and had opportunity to observe the spread of sheng qi in the surface of the earth along the way. The sky above the route had now been entirely covered by the sheng canopy for several years, and the effect along the route seemed to be rather uniform.

The trees still seemed to be the major conduit of the sheng qi from the sky into the ground. The sheng qi entered the tip of the tree’s most prominent branch, usually the one most centrally located and tending to be vertical, and flowed down through the trunk into the ground.
But this was not the sole path of the sheng qi into the ground, for there was a thin layer throughout the surface of the earth, even where there were no trees.
The sheng qi was also present in living plants. Here is a very partial list, written in descending order of strength:

1. leaves or needles in trees;
2. green foliage on bushes;
3. green leaves of grass;
4. living wood in trees.

The earth just under asphalt and concrete roads was more positive than the roads themselves.
In a pond or small lake, the earth just below the water, was much more positive than the water itself.

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31. Chile and Argentina, January of 2008

Except for the trip to South Africa in early 2006, the Southern Hemisphere had been neglected. Ale and Javi, who live in Santiago, invited me to come to Chile. Ale planned to buy a pickup truck before the end of 2007, and wrote that we could use it to make a circuit from Santiago down to Peru and Bolivia, north again through Argentina up to Tierra del Fuego at the southern end of South America, and then south again to Santiago. Such was the plan, and in September I purchased tickets for the trip. In a tale of struggle and airline fraud too involved to be included here, together with carelessness on my own part, I arrived in Santiago on January 9, six days after setting out from home.

Flying south out of Los Angeles, I had observed that the sheng canopy had ended just south of the Mexican border, and there appeared no more of it thereafter along the route to Santiago. We hoped to generate a new one as soon as possible. On Thursday the 10th we climbed a hill near where Ale and Javi were living, at the top of which slept a latent vortex of about average strength. Sometime biologist Ale told me that when the sheng qi began to come out of the ground, his eyes observed something like bacteria under a microscope. This first hill was typical of many that we climbed later (with the exception of those in the sandy desert), in that we had to deal with a plethora of burrs and/or thorns. Poor Javi had on only shorts, and due to the high thorn bushes, had to turn back after a rough start.
Next day pursuing our second vortex, although it was on a higher hill, we were able to follow a trail the greater part of the way, and so made better time. This vortex was somewhat stronger than the first.

By Saturday morning, the canopy had already formed over Santiago, and it was now time to commence our road trip. Since we were setting out a week later than originally planned, we reluctantly decided to omit Peru and Bolivia from our itinerary. Just after lunch, we set out in a packed pickup. About 50 miles or so north of Chile, we drove out from underneath the sheng canopy . About 40 miles further north we opened up our first latent vortex of the trip on a hill, not far from the highway.
Several hours before dark, we halted at a shop on a dairy farm, where we ate some quite good cheese empanadas, and not far from there, we left the highway to gift a second vortex. It was on a beach, without public road access, and we had to drive to the northernmost part of the nearest town, and hike an hour or so along sand dunes:

The shadows were now growing long, and after a short rest, we strode vigorously back to the truck.
After continuing north a short distance along the highway, we turned east on a country road, toward Qualitapia, to stay the night at the home of a certain Lorenzo, a friend of Ale and Javi. This man owned a quartz mine in semi-desert country. We arrived sometime after dark, and Lorenzo invited us inside to eat something, after which he took us out into his yard to show us some quite large crystals. I had not seen any of that size since several years previously, when John Scudamore had showed us one he had buried in one of his fields . There was a presence in each of the stones, and each of them was in need of a bit of help. After the qi-gong treatments, I turned in, wearily laying my sleeping bag out on Lorenzo’s living room floor.

On Sunday morning the sheng qi was overhead, having caught up with us. Lorenzo took us out a short distance from his house, to show us a really huge 4 ton crystal which he was placing in a special arrangement. Here is the rock with Javi astride, the picture having been taken during a previous visit:

This stone also needed some treatment, after which, with with the hot sun and my lack of condition, I was glad to take a rest.
Next we drove on to a place on Lorenzo’s property which had been a ceremonial site for the Molle Indians back in the pre-Spanish Inca days. There was a circle of stones, set within a natural amphitheater of hills, open on one end. The stone setup reminded me of the stone circles I had seen in Ireland, Germany and Scandanavia. In every previous case, when I had attempted to renew the function of a stone circle, it had been necessary to undertake some preparatory adjustment of the qi of individual stones – and this was no exception. Before it had been necessary to reactivate the circular flow of qi through the stone circles: but with this site in Chile, it was the the surrounding circle of hills in which the flow of qi had to be renewed.
The ground within the stone circle was not level, and so it was difficult to whirl about and avoid being drawn to the downhill side. In my first attempt, I gravitated too close to the edge, the centrifugal force driving me into one of the stones and slightly spraining one wrist. In the second attempt I whirled more slowly, succeeding in maintaining a central position, but after a time grew tired in the hot sun, and had to rest for a couple minutes. Finally in the third attempt came success, and the qi through the hills became alive once again.
After a short rest, that which had been directing my work moved me to rise and begin a clockwise walk out of the stone circle in an ever-widening spiral towards the surrounding hills. Near As I can recall, it took three circuits before I reached the base of the hills, my progress ending about three quarters of the way up to the top, in a place opposite the opening of the amphitheater.

The area hereabouts had many vortices, and in this respect reminded me of the land about Sedona, Arizona, and that about Mount Hua in Shaanxi Province in China. We picked what seemed the most accessible latent vortex, which was on a hill several miles away. Lorenzo was able to show us the way to drive somewhere near the base of the hill, whence Ale and I climbed to the top.
In spite of Javi and Ale buying me a good local hat, I had a bit more sun than was good for me that day, and picked up an unbecoming sunburn. Javi loaned me some of her sunburn lotion, which I liberally applied to my cracked lips. While dozing in the car as we made our way north, the lotion combined with saliva dribbled down my chin, creating a rather singular imbecilic look. Of course Javi captured this on film, and it is in the interest of suppression of publication, that the characters of my companions are treated with consideration throughout the present report.

That night we stopped in Punta de Choros, at a little inn belonging to another friend of Ale und Javi, whom they called Dogui. On Monday morning Doqui took us (along with other tourists) out on his boat to see the dolphins and sea lions. I had seen many of the latter in caves along the Oregon Coast, but this was my first opportunity to meet dolphins in the wild: they are quite charming.

We halted for a few minutes on an island having a good latent vortex, but the boat did not pause long enough for us to make a trip to reach it, so we had to be content with an alternative one, situated on a point of the mainland.
The sheng canopy had once more caught up with us. It remained overhead throughout the day, and continuing north, we stopped to gift latent vortices from time to time.

On Tuesday we drove through Caldero, and the highway extended along the coast for some way. It being generally easier to reach latent vortices along the coast, we took advantage of this while we could. At Chanarai, the road turned out into the great Atacama Desert, but returned to the sea again at the City of Antofagasta, where on Wednesday morning we paid a short visit to another of Ale and Javi’s friends, planting one of the CBs we had brought along in his front yard:

Further up the coast we stopped at Tocopilla, where we had a contact Fernando, who was also interested in setting up a CB . There had recently been a destructive earthquake in the area, and the site for the CB was in the yard of a place which had been destroyed by the quake, on which the family was now rebuilding. We had forgotten to bring a stabilizer for the CB , but one of the the builders quickly cobbled one together from building scrap.

The country about Calama and San Pedro inland was said to be special, so we decided to drive east out of Tocopilla.
Ale is perhaps the best locator of Haarp arrays that I have met. Time and again during the trip, before I had even been able to see a tower, he had seen and identified the typical layout. His passion for gifting them after finding them is ardent. Driving east through the desert, he descried an impressive Haarp array off to the north. It turned out that there was a latent vortex on the way as well, and so he elected to turn off road and drive to the vortex. Fortunately for Javi and me, there were grab bars over the windows in the pickup cab, and we hung on as he wound through gullies and over bumps for five miles or so, stopping at last about halfway up the vortex hill.
In December, Manfred Hotwagner in Austria had made a discovery: that planting six pipes along a circle in the earth, and placing TBs over the pipes, caused a quite strong concentration of sheng qi to appear in the surrounding area. I reasoned that if this apparatus were turned upside done, it might act somewhat like a CB, attracting sha qi and transmuting it into sheng qi . On this South American trip we had decided to test out these ideas to some extent. We had prepared enough TBs and pipes to make about twenty of these devices, and had been burying the inverted ones at various locations across the Atecamba Desert. The pipes were about a foot long, with the consequence that burying them required a hole about a foot in diameter and 18 inches deep. Thitherto, the hills on which we had gifted vortices, had been too rocky to bury the pipe devices. This one was different: the top of the hill was soft and sandy. And so we decided to experiment.
After burying the device and retreating down the hill to the pickup, we paused to observe. Normally after a latent vortex is opened, sheng qi begins slowly to emerge from the ground, and begins swirling up into the air describing a curve along an inverted cone – only gradually does the strength increase until it reaches a more or less constant flow after some hours. In the present instance, there was a strong rush of qi from the sky in a column directly down into the hill. While we sat watching for about five minutes, this flow seemed to pause and renew several times.
For some time previous to our arrival at the vortex hill, the sky had been overcast from a dense Haarp cloud cover. Now the sky was was as below:

I would have liked to remain and observe for a longer time, but it was getting along toward dark, and we had to be on our way. The only other instance I can recall of qi coming directly down out of the sky into a newly opened vortex, was when Georg and I opened the Magaliesburg vortex in South Africa. Since the vortex hill was within a half-mile or so from the Haarp Array, we decided against proceeding out into the desert any further, but rather to return to the road and observe how the newly opened vortex would affect the towers.
After getting back onto the highway, the sky looked as follows:

Driving ahead far enough that we could get another view of the Haarp towers, I found that these were now positive. Continuing east, I kept looking back to observe. The qi -action around the vortex was quite strong, stronger than with any vortex I had observed before.

Next day (Thursday) we drove through a small oasis town Chiu Chiu, which Javi told me had the oldest church in the country.

It was built on two quite pleasant sheng lines , which crossed just at the altar inside. The sheng beings within the church were quite nice as well. We took the route to San Pedro passing through Caspana. On the way, we found a latent vortex on a hill not far from the road. We were now in the Andes proper, and the elevation of that hill was about equal to that of Mount Rainier in my home State of Washington. I found that I could not walk too fast without causing my lungs to labor. We buried another device at the top, but the result was not so sensational as that of the day before.
We opened one more latent vortex, in the normal way, before reaching San Pedro, where we spent the night. Looking back at sunset, in the direction whence we had come, I found that the sheng qi was especially strong in the direction of the special vortex we had gifted the previous day.

Early on Friday morning the pass across the Andes was closed, but later it reopened, and we set out for Argentina. Due to extreme elevation, the pickup did not have its usual power. We passed through an area of dense fog, but eventually made it to the border. As we passed through the vicinity of Mount Licanbur, I felt considerable sha qi in the volcano. However, as had been the case the past summer near Mount Etna in Sicily, gifting it did not seem advisable.
The Argentine police were pleasant to us at the border crossing, which treatment we found during our trip through that country to be rather typical. And it seemed that we were welcomed into Argentina by the high spirits of the sky. Not the strongest proof of that, but perhaps the most visually impressive, was the array of sylphs pictured here:

It was dark when we reached Jujuy, the first Argentine city of any size. We arrived in a thunder and lightning storm, but it subsided while we ate dinner, and we decided to stay the night. It was high tourist season, and there were no rooms available, so Ale and Javi pitched our tents at a campground. My tent had been purchased in Malaysia more than a year before, and this was the first time it had been out of the box. It performed well up until the time the rain storm recommenced, and even through the first hour thereof. But when the water began to run down the hill in waves, it entered the tent, and the sleeping bag began to feel wet and spongy. I quickly donned my clothes, and beat it to the nearest shelter, which happened to be the bath and shower room for the campground. I spent the next two hours in the mens’ section, accompanied by two sleeping dogs, one of which was apparently visited by ticks. At the first decent hour, I woke up Ale to let me have the truck keys so I could rest more privately.

Next day we continued eastward, stopping once to gift a latent vortex on a hill close to the highway. After Javi buried the last TB at one of the vortex points, she observed that the birds in the woods there began to chirp. We reached the town of Tucuman at lunch time. We were now travelling south and the sheng canopy , which had followed us over into Argentina from Chile, was extending south as well.
The arterial we were following had few crossroads. Due to the large size of the farms/ranches in the Pampas, most of the roads coming into the highway were just private driveways. Consequently we had some difficultly accessing latent vortices, but we were able to find a few within walking distance from the side of the road. There was one vortex which seemed ahead and slightly to the right, that we never seemed to reach – like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow – and like the the river of qi Hari and I had followed north in Malaysia all the way (almost) to the Thai border. So, my educated guess was that we had another river of qi to deal with. These normally flow within a few hundred yards of the ground, and can can go hundreds, even a thousand or so miles, from their source. This river was flowing from south to north, and since we were headed south, we could at least hope eventually to come to the source.
We reached the town of Recreo about the time we were ready to halt for the night. Ale had noticed many towers in the town while we were driving in, and there was also a vortex within the city limits. We left the car in a small field, and took a trail that seemed to be leading in the general direction of the vortex. It actually led to one of the cell towers, but the vortex turned out to be on the same hill, and only about 20 or 30 feet away. We opened the vortex, and purposely left alone all the other towers in the town, that we might see what effect, if any, the opened vortex would have on them overnight.

Sunday morning found all the towers in the town positive, and the tower near the opened vortex radiating sheng qi extremely strongly.
We still followed the river of qi, gifting whatever latent vortices we could access from the road. One of these was of the type which touch the earth, not just at a few points on the earth’s surface, but in an area extending a mile or more in diameter. Merlina and I run across a similar one along the Russian border of Poland the previous spring, and I had seen another in South Africa heading north from the Kalahari a year before that. These types of vortices, though rare, are usually stronger than average, and this one was no exception.
We had lunch in Santa Rosa and continued south. About 50 miles north of Bahia Blanca on Route 36, we came upon an anomaly. There was a tower of qi not far from the highway. The qi in the tower was neither moving up nor down, but was visible from some distance. It seemed right to gift it, so Ale drove off the highway to it, and I placed a TB directly on the spot from which it emerged from the ground. We drove back a way, and paused to watch what would occur. Sheng qi began swirling up about the tower, but not in an extended cone vortex – rather in a very narrow vortex within the confines of the original tower: if anything, the vortex became narrower as it rose, instead of wider. High up, the qi was quite positive: of a degree that normally emanates form a being of high degree, but I don’t believe there was such a being then present.
We slept in Bahia Blanca, and had outrun the sheng canopy . However this was the last time we were to do so: for the remainder of the trip, the sky was always covered by it.

On Monday we finally reached the source of the river of qi, not far from the Atlantic Ocean. It was not particularly striking, being in a flat dry field. But shortly after gifting, the flow of qi in the “river” turned from negative to positive.
Nothing of unusual interest occurred the next few days as we continued south. Near Punta San Juian we gifted a latent vortex, and the towers in the town turned positive the next morning.

On Thursday evening we reach Punta Arenas, the southernmost city of the world. The ground beneath the city, as well as the ground on the large island of Tierra Del Fuego across the bay, was quite negative. It seemed like an ideal place to test out Manfred’s device. So on Friday morning Ale drove us to outskirts of the city, and we found a secluded spot in the woods where we dug a hole, planted 6 pipes (one foot long and one inch in diameter) in a circle of about 1 foot diameter, placed a TB on top of each pipe with the crystal pointing down into the TB , and filled the hole up again with soil. Four hours later, we returned for a look, and found that the ground below was filled with sheng qi . As we drove back to town, we calculated that this sheng qi in the ground had extended about a mile from the pipes. Unfortunately, I cannot say at present, how far it eventually spread.
We now began the long journey back north to Santiago, passing back and forth across the Chilean-Argentine border enough times to nearly fill what was left of my passport visa pages. There were much really beautiful country and animals

but for some time not much of interest to write concerning the latent vortices we gifted.

On Wednesday, eighteen days after we had left Santiago, I noticed that sheng qi had begun to enter the tips of the trees along the road. Javi kept a record of the depth of penetration into the trees from the top versus the distance from Santiago to the north: 3 inches at 421 miles, 1 foot at 360 miles, 2 feet at 311 miles, 3 feet at 249 miles, 6 feet at 121 miles, the last measurement being actually taken on Thursday.

We had planned to do some experimenting in Santiago before I left for home, but due to Copa Air unexpectedly cancelling my trip home, and me having to make other arrangements to get back to the Palouse, where my wife was coping with heavy snow, I left the following Tuesday, several days earlier than planned.
We did however do a few experiments, one which impressed me enough that I will mention it here. There is a hill Cerro San Cristobal in the middle of the city, rising about 300 yards from the flat, and on which stands an impressive statue of Saint Christopher. On one peak of the hill though, has been erected a large number of ugly towers: cellular and otherwise. Close to the hill lies a narrow strip of greenbelt, stretching between major thoroughfares, and hosting a famous UN building. The hill and surrounding area, including the greenbelt, was suffused with sha qi .
On February 2, at about 2PM, we placed six pipes and TBs , just as we had done in the little woods at Punta Arenas on the trip. Several hours later Ale and I drove downtown for a different purpose, and had opportunity to observe the hill. The ground of the hill, from just below the summit about a third of the way down, was now filled with sheng qi .
The next day about 7:30PM, we all drove between the hill and the greenbelt on the way to the airport. Now the sheng qi reached all the way down the hill, and as far into the ground as I could feel. Furthermore, this effect extended about the hill in a radius of about a mile and a half (including the greenbelt).

We did not just gift vortices on the trip. As indicated before, largely due to Ale’s enthusiastic and indefatigable efforts, a large number of cellular towers and Haarp Arrays were gifted and turned positive. Javi has described this elsewhere in more detail.
I must thank both of them for their hospitality and help on this trip, and in particular for the photographs above.

On the flight back, I stayed awake to see how far the sheng canopy had extended north. Surprisingly, the plane flew continuously under the canopy up to the Mexico/Guatamala border. I am speculating that this may have had something to do with the river of qi. If it did continue far to the north of South America, it might have pulled the sheng canopy north with it. I do not know at present what the situation is in the northeastern part of the continent.

[laozu]

32. A Sea Change, March and May of 2008

Full fathom five thy Father lies,

Of his bones are Coral made:

Those are pearls that were his eyes,

Nothing of him that doth fade,

But doth suffer a Sea-change

Into something rich & strange

Sea-Nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Hark now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.

(Ariel’s song from Shakespeare’s play The Tempest)

The next logical destination in the Southern Hemisphere, after Chile and Argentina, seemed to be Australia, but my work kept me at home until mid-May.

Dan Daum in Bali (Indonesia) had been reporting some strange phenomena regarding buried orgonite, and I felt it advisable to make a side trip to investigate this. After a search on the “net”, I found that the cheapest route was Palouse Country to Seattle to Los Angeles to Auckland to Brisbane to Sydney to Denpasar.
The trip was long, but without special incident, and Dan met me at the airport about 10:30 Sunday night, May 18, and took me to his home.

In the morning, after a look at Dan’s CBs , other orgonite, and crystals, we reviewed some history.
A CB attracts sha qi from its environment, transforms it into sheng qi , and sends the sheng qi up into the sky. The greater part of the sheng qi normally comes from the sky, but some is attracted from the ground as well. The latter seems to flow in more readily when the base of the CB is buried in the ground. Of course this course makes it more difficult in pointing the CB at various targets, or moving it about for other reasons; and in some places it is just not practicable to bury the base. Consequently one often sees them both ways.
Shortly after he built his first CB , Dan buried it in the yard by his house. After some days however, he and the other members of his household began to develop headaches and other discomfort. When the severity of these symptoms gradually increased over time, he removed the base of the CB from the ground, the symptoms disappearing almost immediately. He experimented again several times, burying other orgonite devices with pipes, always with similar unpleasant results.

One of these experiments consisted in burying 6 TBs about 16 inches deep, placing vertical pieces of copper pipe over them centered over the crystals pointing up in the TBs . The depth was such that the tops of the copper pipes were just below the surface of the earth. When after the appearance of the usual negative effects, he simply removed the pipes, leaving the TBs buried, the negativity immediately disappeared. Thus the pipes seemed somehow to be crucial to the negative consequences.
I had never beheld such things before, and so was keen to find out what was going on.

Wishing to avoid unnecessary discomfort to the family, I decided to look over the place somewhat before trying any sort of new experiment. There was some sha qi related to the drain line of a swimming pool. After treating the line using the 6-TB method, a sha being rose up out from the center of the pool and hovered above the pool, gradually losing strength, but never completely disappearing (reminding me of a similar experience in Kentchurch). But none of this turned out to have much to do with the main problem.

Next morning we repeated the 6-TB with pipes experiment, which Dan had done several months before, but this time we buried the apparatus closer to the house. Sheng qi began forming in the ground about the pipes, and I walked into Dan’s work shop to help him with an orgonite building project we were beginning.
Perhaps 15 minutes later I stepped outside to take a look, and found the ground around the apparatus had turned disgustingly negative, and there was now no trace of sheng qi . After a short time, when the sha qi seemed, if anything, to be strengthening and expanding, I pulled out the pipes and dug out the TBs . Directly the sha qi receded and gradually disappeared.

We had planned an outing for the next day (Tuesday), which temporarily interrupted our investigation, but which gave me opportunity to mull it over a bit. Dan, his son Edo, and I, went up to the famous Hindu temple Pura Besakih on Mount Agung. It turned out that a virtual necessity for entrance into the temple grounds was the hiring of a guide. He did give us a good basic introduction to the gods of the temple, and some of the history of the place. He told us that not only do the priests there make offerings to the gods, but also to some of the demons: not because they honor the demons, but to persuade them from causing trouble. He showed us the altar of a particular demon which had been so placated several years before, and so I had opportunity to feel the qi of that sort of a sha being .
After lunch we drove to several of the surrounding mountains and opened two latent vortices, six year old Edo doing the honors with one of them. He quite enjoyed tramping about in the woods.

Next day it occurred to me to see if the sha qi -appearance phenomenon was limited to Dan’s yard, or if it would occur elsewhere in area. Dan sought, and received, permission to repeat the experiment in the yard of a friend who lived a mile or so away.
So that morning we buried the apparatus in the friend’s garden, and once more the ground nearby initially turned positive. I watched for about 20 minutes or so, observing no change. We decided to leave it there for a few hours, and returned home to lunch. Some time later in the afternoon we returned, and found that the TB-apparatus was still positive. Thus it seemed that the problem was particularly connected with Dan’s property. We extracted the pipes, filled in the hole, and left.

It was now time to make a more thorough search of Dan’s place, so I took a seat in the middle and began with inspecting the underground. I shall not make a detailed report, but there were three particular places in the ground with disgusting qi : one near the driveway, not far from where we had buried the apparatus two days before, and two in the old part of the house.
Dan then joined me and told me that the previous owners and others had told him that they had been bothered while sleeping in the room over one of the places suffused with disgusting sha qi , and that annoying “ghosts” in that area had been observed.
So I examined that part of the house closely, and found in the shower room, just behind the bedroom, an extremely fierce sha being .

That night, my better self suggested I evict the rascal. Early next (Thursday) morning, before the rest of the family had risen, I asked and received Dan’s permission, and with invaluable help, did the job.
After breakfast we buried the 6-TB apparatus once again, in the same place as we had on Tuesday. Again sheng qi was created almost immediately, and this time it was not supplanted by sha qi . Furthermore, the device began drawing in qi from the nearest of the three bad sha qi -blobs. When this was gone after a few minutes, it went on to the second (under the bedroom), and then the third, eventually extinguishing all three. At this point sha qi from the sky began flowing into the ground over the apparatus, the resulting sheng qi being sent up into the sky.
I still do not know how the sha being had managed to turn the buried orgonite devices negative, but the phenomenon ceased with the departure of that sha being .

One critical circumstance of this sha being -eviction evokes a new topic.

I have found that one of the most difficult problems in a successful eviction of a sha being is to keep it from coming back. The solution to that problem in the present case was almost identical to that in a similar case several months previous, and is related the present increase of non-physical etheric phenomena.

About two and a half years ago my friend Ryan McGinty visited my home, and we were sitting in my computer room. Somehow the subject of sha beings came up, and we both became aware of the presence of one in my desktop computer.
The computer’s internet access was through the telephone line. We placed a TB under the cable leading to the phone connection, and found that the sha being became uncomfortable, but not sufficiently so that it would leave the desktop.
We continued experimenting, and finally found a combination strong enough to force it to abandon the computer. So long as we kept this combination applied to the phone line, we found that the sha being would not return into the computer.
But, and this was a problem for nearly two years, the sha being did not leave the room. It could be diverted from one corner to another, but it would not leave. I and others tried a number of expedients during that period, but nothing had lasting effect.
In March, Cesco came visiting from Norway, and one day McGinty came over to renew old acquaintance. We were sitting in the same room as before, and Ryan remarked on the continuing presence of the unwelcome visitor. He asked me if I had ever requested help from a sheng being to get rid of it. I replied that I did not think that that was a good idea: that if I deserved help, it should come without me asking. I thought that seeking help for ones self from such was not proper, and likely a bit impertinent. We were just getting into a discussion on this when a sheng being appeared and directed me in going after the unwelcome sha being . The process involved qi gong and took some time: partly to make sure that most all unwanted bits and pieces were successfully removed. During the process I recall wondering to myself it this were really worth the effort, for what would prevent its later return? But I put those thoughts away, reasoning that why would the sheng being be helping and guiding me if it were to be in vain? When the room was clear, I sat down to rest, and found that a sheng being had occupied the place in the room where the sha being had been wont to haunt.
My wife now called us down to dinner. About three quarters of an hour later, we returned, and found that the sheng being was still there (and remains so to this day). The sha being did not come back.

And this is precisely what occurred in Dan’s house in Bali. When the aggressive sha being left, a sheng being came in to supplant it.

Shortly after Cesco left my home for Iceland, I had occasion to make the 300 mile drive across the state to Seattle. On the way over I noticed that there were many of the sheng beings about the countryside, quite similar to that now in my computer room, as regards the feeling of their qi . To distinguish them from others, I will refer to them as new sheng beings.

When passing through Brisbane, Australia, on the way to Bali, I found that the sheng canopy was already over the north part of Australia, through not yet over Brisbane. However it had apparently been over Bali for some time, since the sheng qi had worked its way through the trees there. And new sheng beings were spread over the landscape as well. More on this in the next chapter.

I must here thank Dan and his family for their wonderful hospitality in Denpasar.

[laozu]

33. Australia, May of 2008

Flying into Brisbane, Australia on the afternoon of May 18th, on the way to Bali, I had observed that the qi in the sky was more negative than what I had come to regard as the pre-sheng canopy norm. On the Denpasar connection north that evening, we entered under the sheng canopy before passing away from the Australian Continent. As reported in the previous chapter, there was evidence that Bali had been under the sheng canopy for some time.
On the evening of the 23rd I flew back south into Darwin, on the northern coast of Australia. On Saturday morning, after sleeping (more or less) the rest of the night in the airport, I found that Darwin was also under the sheng canopy . So I scrapped plans to hunt for latent vortices in the area, and took passage on the Ghan train south.

The Ghan is the north-south rail line through the Australian continent, from Darwin down to Adelaide on the southern coast. Nearly in the center of country, on this line, is the town of Alice Springs, and it has been only within the past few years that the northern part of the line from Alice Springs to Darwin has been completed.
It began back in the early 19th century as a wilderness road, traversed by camels and their Afghan drivers, imported from the other side of the world for this purpose. In time some of the camels escaped and went wild. It is estimated that the wild camel population in the outback doubles about every eight years (without culling at any rate), and that now they number about 100,000: probably a greater number than the human population in their range area.
The last town of any considerable size along the northern part of the line was Katherine, and the train stopped there for several hours, before entering the great outback. We were still under the sheng canopy at Katherine, but sometime the following morning, somewhere in the middle of the Northern Territory, we passed out from beneath it.

When I woke early Sunday morning and peered out the train window, I could still feel the sheng canopy above, but in the sky away to the south I could feel sickening sha qi in the sky, which reminded me of that I had felt when first driving into Hiroshima, Japan. And such was pretty much the sky when about 10:30PM the train pulled into Alice Springs, and I disembarked.
I found a bunk in a backpackers’ establishment, deposited my baggage on it, and looked around. There was a reasonably strong latent vortex off to the southwest, so I stuffed some TBs in my backpack and headed to the center of town. There I found a road leading off in the general direction of the latent vortex, and after about a two mile walk, I found and opened it. A half mile later, I was back at the town center, got some liquid in my body (it is dry in central Australia), and located an internet bar.
I had heard that there had been atomic testing in Australia after World War II, but I did not know much about it and, in particular, where the tests had been made. I found an informative source on the “net”

The main testing areas had been at Emu Field and Maralinga, which as can been seen on the map, were southwest of Alice Springs.

About 270 miles south-west of Alice Springs is the Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park. I was able to get tour bus tickets at the backpacker quarters and left early Monday morning. The first day we made a digression to Kings Canyon in Watarrka National Park, in which was an accessible rather powerful latent vortex. There is a beautiful four mile loop trail around the canyon, which I recommend to anyone in reasonably good physical condition, provided he or she carries a couple quarts of water and a fly net.
I spent the night at the motel in the small settlement of Ebeneezer, and the next morning saw the sheng canopy once more coming in from the northeast. It was actually overhead by mid-morning, but did not extend much to the south at that time. That day we drove on to the great rock Uluru, also known as Ayer’s Rock, the sheng qi of which being observable from quite a distance. In the old days it was a gathering place of aboriginal tribes from various parts of Australia, and there are a number of old traditional stories about the place.
About 12 miles away are the Kata Tjuta Rocks: also known as the Olgas. These were (and are) yet more sacred to the aborigines, and though the stories of these are even more numerous and deep, the aborigines keep them to themselves: none but the initiated are allowed to tell them. There are 36 individual rocks of various sizes, and each of them seems to have its own resident sheng being . Most of them are off-limits to tourists, still serving as sacred spots for rites and celebrations.
After watching the sunset from a sand dune not far from Uluru, we rode back to Alice Springs, arriving just about midnight.

Next morning the sheng canopy filled the sky in every direction, which meant it was time to leave. I took the morning plane out, to the city of Perth on the west coast, planning to rent a car there to open up vortices in the area. It was raining at the airport when the plane touched down. We had not come out from under the sheng canopy on the flight, and there were new sheng beings in evidence.
So I boarded another plane, this one to Adelaide on the southern tip of the country, arriving about 10PM Wednesday night. The sheng canopy was over Adelaide, but I was a bit weary from steady travel, and rested up the next day drying wet clothes and opening a latent vortex on the beach.
Thursday morning I boarded the train for Sydney. It was a two-day trip and I had good opportunity to view the beautiful countryside. Nowhere did I see an end to the sheng canopy , and there was evidence that the country hereabout had been beneath it for some time.
It seemed that the greater part of Australia had been beneath it before my arrival, but that a wide swath through the middle part of the continent, extending over the east coast (and Brisbane) had been under negative skies.

It seemed time then to take the hop over to New Zealand, and directly after leaving the train in Sydney, I went to the airport.
My tickets were with Air New Zealand, and the ticket counter was temporarily closed, so I located internet access in the airport and checked to see if there were any communications from home.
There was: it seems my house was on fire at the time, the fire department would not let my wife inside, so she had telephoned a daughter to send me an email to that effect.
When the ticket office opened at 1PM, I told the agent that my house was on fire and that I needed to exchange my ticket and get home fast.
I was quite positively impressed with Air New Zealand. They had me on a plane by 3:30PM headed back. They could legally have charged me hundreds of dollars for the ticket exchange, but only charged a $50 booking fee. I had checked the “net” at about 11:30AM Saturday morning, and was back in Seattle by 9PM Saturday night. Of course, crossing the International Date Line helped in that way.

The first leg of the flight was from Sydney to Auckland, and we flew under the sheng canopy the whole distance. The second leg was from Auckland to Los Angeles, and the flight was under the sheng canopy about half the way across the Pacific. From Los Angeles up to Seattle, the plane was under the whole way. This was not a surprise of course, for that had been the case my last trip up the Pacific coast. But this time the sheng canopy extended all over Puget Sound, which had not been the case before.
Next morning when I had a chance to see the damage in the daylight, I found it was not as bad as it could have been. The fire had been caused by a faulty propane grill, and had not penetrated inside the walls. I reckoned that a month of work on my part should put it back into its former condition.

[laozu]

34. India, October of 2008

My thinking in the summer of 2008: if the whole of southern Asia were not under the sheng canopy , the largest gap would seemingly be the Indian sub-continent. I had been advised that October would be one of the best times to enter this part of the world.
Hari, my guide and companion in Malaysia, had traveled there before, and had offered to accompany me at the appropriate time. My friend Lapping had offered to subsidize Cesco if he wished to go as well, and so Hari, Cesco and I came together in Chennai (old Madras) in early October.
As usual, we had to consider the problem of transportation. The railroad solution had worked reasonably well in Australia, and so we decided to try it in India: we bought month-long India rail passes. The modus operandi with these, once one decides when and where he wants to go, is to queue up in the appropriate line at the local train station, and obtain reservations (or be put on the waiting list), opting either for a sleeper (if the trip is to be at night), or a seat. There were minor problems with late trains, and one major problem when floods occurred during the Dinali holidays, which delayed a train for several days. But the method turned out to be sufficient for our purposes.

Chennai is in the northeastern corner of India’s southernmost State Tamil Nadu. In India the States are subdivided into Districts. Chennai is in Tiruvallur District, and two Districts to the southwest is Tiruvannamali District, the district headquarters of which is Tirvannamali town. The word “tiruvannamali” means “fire”, which in Hindu lore is associated with the human chest. The Hindu god Shiva is said to have manifested himself in five specific places in southern India – in each of these places as one of the five natural elements: ether, wind, water, earth, and fire. Shiva’s fire manifestation was on Arunachala hill, next to Tiruvannamali town. The most famous object of the town is the large Arunachaleswar Shiva temple, which has been in existence since pre-history. Arunachala hill is a pilgrimage site, venerated as a healing place, and a source of spiritual knowledge.
We considered this to be a good place to begin our work. So we boarded a train to our destination’s nearest railroad station at Villapuram, and took a bus thence to Tiruvannamali, arriving in the late evening. Next morning we hired an auto rickshaw (the ubiquitous three wheel motorized open-air cart, which serves as the common man’s taxi in India) to take us to the temple.
Upon arrival at the main gate, I observed that there was a rather strong vortex on a high nearby hill. So we circled round the outside of the temple walls, asking for directions as we walked, and eventually made it to the trail which leads up that hill. This, we learned later, was the famed Arunachala hill.

On the way up the trail, a young boy offered to lead us by direct route to the top. The way up was somewhat long and steep, and Hari offered to stay with what we did not need to carry, at a small temple along the way.
Following a fire which destroyed one wall of my house, I had decided to reside the whole structure, and had spent the summer in that activity. As a result, I thought I was in reasonable physical condition, but the climb up caused me to question that assumption. Eventually we reached the top, and immediately found and gifted the vortex: first things first. There were a couple other people on or about the summit: one painting, and one reciting some scriptures, so we had to be discrete.
After completing work and catching my breath, I surveyed the surrounding countryside – and found that there was a sha line passing directly through the center of the great temple and continuing on through a small hill several kilometers out of town.

Tiruvannamali Temple with sha line before Correction

As is often the case, the journey down the mountain was more taxing on the muscles than climbing up, and both Cesco and I were a bit sore when we met up with Hari again at the small temple near the base of the path. After resting up, we gave our little guide a tip, and walked back into town for much needed water and food. After lunch, we took another auto rickshaw to the small hill we had seen from Arunachala hill (though it wasn’t quite as small when we got there as it had seemed to be from above). At the top of the hill we located the sha line , and placed an appropriate distribution of six TBs to transform the line. From the top of the hill we had a good view of the great temple, and were gratified to see how the general feeling of the place had become more positive.

Then it was back via bus to Villapuram, where we spent the night, thence via rail to Chennai.

I had flown into India out of Shanghai, and from Shanghai to the Arabian sea across the Indian border of Assam. The sheng canopy had been unbroken, except for a moderately sized hole above southwestern China. But from Assam to Mumbai (formerly Bombay) on the west coast of India, where I changed from an international to a domestic flight, and then again across India to Chennai, there was no sign of a sheng canopy . And such was still the case overhead, when we visited Tiruvannamali.
We judged it would be better to travel in the cooler north earlier in the trip, and after arriving back in Chennai, where Hari had relatives, we set off north and west, taking a sleeper to the city of Mangalore in Karnataka State on the west coast, which we reached on October 8. After detraining, I took a fix on the nearest strong vortex, and we hired a taxi, directing the driver toward our target.
These situations are always a bit tricky, since we are unable to tell our drivers our exact destination, nor often even the distance to our destination: only the direction. The situation is further confused if a driver has small understanding of English. During the days just before our coming, and periodically throughout our trip, India was suffering from miscellaneous terrorist bombings, so inquiring taxi drivers’ minds wanted to know.
On this particular outing, we ended up in a suburb of Mangalore called Ulal. The vortex was on a hill, and we had the driver park at its base. Cesco stayed with the driver while Hari and I walked up the hill along the side of a road. This was not open country: everywhere were homes and gardens, and when we neared the vortex, there were several people just up the road eyeing us curiously. Hari walked over, engaging them in conversation, while I ducked behind a tree to treat the appropriate spot. Hari brandished his camera like a true tourist, but we were still regarded with curiosity as we returned down the hill. Later we learned that the neighborhood was an area of friction between Christians and Hindus, which may have had something to do with the interest our presence had wakened.
When we returned to the car, the cabby took us to small place for a good Indian breakfast, and thence to the a nearby beach,

where I had my first view of the Arabian Sea.
Back at the railway station, we purchased tickets for Goa to the north.

The old Portuguese colony of Goa was only returned to India in 1961, and has long been a tourist center. This meant we could expect better accommodations, but also higher prices. We arrived weary, late in the evening, without sufficient energy to hunt for a cheap hotel, and took what our driver presented.
Next morning we hired an auto rickshaw and pointed the driver in the direction of the nearest strong vortex. We ended up on the beach, which was not surprising, given that vortices near the coast tend to be most often on the beach (albeit sometimes on a nearby hill). It was a beautiful site, and the immediate vicinity being unoccupied at the time, we had the rare experience in India of being able to plant our TBs unhurriedly and unobserved.

North of Goa is Maharashtra State, and our next target city was Ratnagiri, about half-way up the coast towards Mumbai. The vortex in that place was again on the coast, but here there was no sand, only rocks bordering villagers’ houses. So we had to place our TBs surreptitiously between the rocks.

Having finished our work, the rickshaw driver showed us a few places of general interest. One was a temple atop a hill overlooking the site of an old fort. The temple is dedicated to the Bhagwati Devi. Bhagwati is the avatar, also known as Durga, of the major goddess Devi of the Hindu trinity (the other two being the gods Vishnu and Shiva). Legend has it that there was once a demon asura named Mahishasur, invincible to man and god alike, raging destructively through all creation. The Gods went down to the sacred River Gunga (Ganges) to beg Devi to create a goddess that might destroy Mahishasur. Bhagwati, or Durga, was born out of Gunga, and it is said that she did destroy the asura, and is still revered for her fierce compassion.
When Cesco and I entered the temple, we were impressed by the high quality of the spirit therein. After showing due respect, as part of condign ritual, I was led to walk three times around the temple, clockwise.

We were stopping at places near the coast, since these typically offer relatively convenient access to latent vortices. We were still south of Mumbai, did not wish to enter that huge metropolitan area, and the town of Roha appeared to be the last good railway stop on the coast south of the Mumbai area. It was on this next stage of our journey that the sheng canopy appeared from the south and overtook us. From that day on during our trip, we were never without the sheng canopy above us.
Roha turned out to be only a very short train-stop, and much to the subsequent amusement of our fellow passengers, we missed it. We had no alternative but to continue and detrain at the next station Nagathani. It was dark when we arrived, but I sensed something in the vicinity which might be a vortex, and we found a place for the night not far from the station.
Next morning we went for a walk in the direction of the qi source, and found it was not a vortex, but a large cellular tower. This was not the first time I had made such a mistake. Back in 2006, when John Scudamore was driving Cesco, Rich, and I about the English\Welsh border looking for latent vortices, I had (much to my mortification) made a similar mistake.
So after breakfast, we took a bus north to Panvel, the next good-sized railroad city.

There was sign of a strong latent vortex when we reached Panvel, and we hired an auto rickshaw to follow it. We wound up some kilometers outside of town, on a small mountain from which rock was being excavated. Because of danger from dynamite detonation, the rickshaw had to remain at the base, but Cesco and I walked up the road to reach and treat the latent vortex site.

North of Maharashtra is the State of Gujarat. Looking for a city in that State, along the railroad with coastal access, we settled on Surat. This was partly due to my curiosity concerning the Zoroastrian faith, for there was a Parsi temple in Surat.
The origins of this faith are known to be pre-Christian, but hidden in obscurity, and it is not known when the founder Zarathustra actually lived. He taught the concept of asha, meaning “truth”, or order (as opposed to chaos druj). Zarathustra said that God (Ahura Mazda) left to man the choice of whether he would use his time one earth to further asha – or druj.
Zoroastrianism was the dominant religion of Persia for nearly a thousand years, until it made contact with Islam, after which it declined in that country. Today in Iran it is practiced only sparingly, and usually in secret. In the 7’th century, many believers fled to India, where their descendants (presently about 70,000) in number, are known as parsis. In their temples are kept a holy fire, said to have been brought from Persia in the old days, and kept continuously alive by their priests.
When we visited the temple in Surat, we were not permitted inside the temple proper – only practitioners of the religion could enter. We were told that even among the membership only a few were permitted into the sacred room containing the fire: just the priests, after many years of training, could witness and tend the fire.

By the Entrance to the Parsi Temple in Surat

But the spirit of the temple was much less exclusive than were his devotees. As we stood across the street, looking into the main entrance, he appeared to us in welcome: as strong and joyful an entity as I have ever come across in a place of worship.
After passing some time immersing our minds in the wonderful ambience, we decided it was time to go to work, and so we set out via bus and auto rickshaw toward the coast. Here, on the Arabian Sea, we found and opened our sixth vortex.

Camel at the Arabian Sea

The next morning we visited the Parsi temple again, and again the temple spirit came out to greet us. He seemed to have a particular connection with Cesco. There were several proofs of this, but the most overt one was that the spirit told Cesco that he should purchase one of the pieces of sandalwood which were for sale in a booth across from the temple. The particular piece he was to purchase had a quite strong and positive entity associated with it, the qi of which strongly resembled the qi of the temple spirit.

We had thought to journey next up to Bikaner in the Great Indian Desert, but found that tickets were not to be had. This alerted us to the imminent approach of the Hindu holiday Diwali. The week of Diwai is homecoming week for millions of families in India, and public transportation is reserved for this period months in advance. So for the coming week we just had to take what was available, and for the week after that simply just not travel at all in India. We were able to get tickets to Amritzar in the Punjab, on the Indian/Pakistan border. This was Sikh country, and their famous Golden Temple is in Amritzar.

Guards with Miscreant Malaysian Captive on Golden Temple Grounds

A couple of Indian university students, whom we met at a transfer train station, kindly guided us to this impressive temple. One has to remove his shoes, wash his feet, and cover his head to enter the grounds. Non-Sikhs were permitted to pass through the sacred shrine in the center of the lake within the temple. However the traffic was so heavy, one could not stop to appreciate the holiness of the place, but had to hurry along.
Next day we hired an auto rickshaw to find the strongest vortex in the region. Our target turned out to be in the countryside, some 20 kilometers outside of town. The weather was beautiful, and the the land even more so. The farmers and field hands were uniformly friendly, which we found to be pretty much the case elsewhere in rural India as well. There was no difficulty in treating the vortex once we found it, and on this occasion we were visited by joyful sylphs.

A Welcoming Punjabi Sylph

We thought it prudent at this point to buy tickets for the remainder of the coming week. Our plan was first to visit Allahabad, which was the home of a temple housing a nearly two thousand year old tree, thence to Buddhgaya, where Gautama Buddha had reached enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, from there to travel up to Gang-Tok in Sikkim, at the foot of the Himalayas, and then go south again, through Calcutta, back along the eastern coast to Chennai.
In Allahabad the Yamuna River flows into the holy Ganges, and the temple with the ancient tree was located in a fort near the confluence. All three of us had digestion problems at one time or another during the trip, and Cesco’s turn was in Allahabad. Consequently he rested up in our hotel room, while Hari and I went out to see the temple. We hired a rickshaw to get out to the place, and the driver deposited us with some people who ran a ferry business. These led us to believe the temple was across the river, and offered to ferry us for 500 rupees. We agreed, sat down in the boat, and looked around as our hosts began rowing us out into the river. In a short while we caught sight of the temple, on the same side of the river from which we had set out. So we had been scammed. This was annoying, but not nearly so much as it might have been, had I not also noted that there was a vortex on the other side of the Yamuna. So we had the boatsmen let us off on that bank for about 20 minutes, while we made our way to the vortex and back. Once back in the boat, we directed the oarsmen to return to the side of the river with the temple. But they indicated that since we were so near the Ganges, we should at least let them row us there before going back. We declined, but they persistently kept at us, and at length we acceded. Scammed again it turned out, for when we reached the confluence, our boat drew up next to another anchored at the spot, and they had us remove our shoes, and board the other boat. Here was a Brahmin priest, with assistants. These latter wanted us to buy a couple of coconuts placed in paper boats, so that we could present them as a gift to Mother Gunga, the goddess of the Ganges. I declined, but Hari, who comes from a Hindi family, did purchase some offerings. Now the Brahmin led Hari through a ritual speech prior to placing the offerings in the water: the Brahmin dictated, and Hari would repeat after him. When it was done, the priest demanded a thousand rupees for his service! Hari gave him a few, but nowhere near what he was demanding.

Brahmin Plying his Trade on the Ganges

The whole experience of coming to the Ganges, which should have been a positive one, was disappointing.
Finally back on shore, we walked to the fort, entered through the walls, and approached the temple. Even here, and within the temple itself, we were ceaselessly accosted by people asking for money: there was never a chance to simply stand quietly and enjoy the place itself. We did get to see the famed tree, which was suffering from old age, and I tried to help it a bit, but under the circumstances I suspect I did not do much good.

The next stop was Gaya, the closest rail town to Bodhgaya. This is one of the poorer parts of India, and indeed there seemed more beggars here than elsewhere. They were even organized, with native English speakers bringing tourists to beggars, getting kick-backs. Buddhists visit Bodhgaya from all over the Buddhist world, and have built numerous temples there – but the chief tourist attraction is the Bodhi tree. The present tree is in the same spot as the original, where the Buddha sat in contemplation some two and a half millennia ago. A seedling from the original was brought to Sri Lanka, and it is a cutting from that seedling which is the present tree.
We visited the spot, and it is indeed holy. Some distance beneath the tree there is a concentration of joyful qi. After paying our respects, we walked through the business district of the small city, and out into a suburb where was a latent vortex on the bank of a small stream. We had to bide our time, sitting on the bank, until the villagers no longer paid attention to us, before we could treat the vortex. On the way back I slipped and fell into the stream. I did not obtain enlightenment, only muddy pants, and so I can vouch that it was not the famed stream created by Gautama Buddha’s arrow so long ago.

From Bodhgaya we traveled via auto rickshaw to Gaya, and thence by bus to the city of Patna on the north-south railway line. Patna was likely the most dirty city through which we passed in India. We were scheduled to board the train north to New Jalpaiguri at 10:30PM, but it was about 1:30AM when it finally arrived. We passed the time swatting at mosquitoes and observing various other insects,

and rats.
It was afternoon the next day when we reached New Jalpaiguri, and took an auto rickshaw into the city of Siliguri, whence we boarded a 4-wheel drive recreational vehicle up into Sikkim, arriving in Gangtok about 10PM.

Next morning it was Hari’s turn to be ill and remain at the hotel. Gangtok is a picturesque town on a mountainside,

View from Gangtok

with adjacent parallel streets differing in elevation by perhaps 20 or 30 feet. Fortunately there was a vortex in town, and Cesco and I set off to find it. On a map it would not appear more than a mile from our hotel, but in actual distance it must have been several times the apparent map distance. It was on the top of a hill, and as we climbed the hill it looked to be an easy catch. But as we neared the top of the hill, the way was barred by a steel fence and door. We roused the gatekeeper and requested admittance, but he would not let us in. We feared it was some sort of military installation. Walking round to the other side of the hill, we found the entrance to the 200 year old Enchey Monastery, housing about 90 Buddhist monks. The site is said to have been chosen by Lama Druptob Karpo, who is said to have flown thither from Maenam Hill in South Sikkim. A soldier was on duty at the entrance, with whom we struck up a conversation.
The monastery occupied about half the mountain top, and its grounds were separated by a fence from the other half. It was on the other half that the vortex was to be found, and we asked the soldier if we could pass through the gate in the fence. He said that the grounds and house on the other side were the headquarters of the old Raja, that it was private property, but that we could go in for a few minutes to take a look. We did so, and though locals were passing by us coming up the hill, we were able to find opportunity to open the vortex.
Coming back to the monastery grounds, we visited the temple, in which dwelt a fine respectable spirit, to whom we paid our respects. Coming out of the building I found that worshippers were walking three times around the temple, in a clockwise direction. This recalled to mind my own circumambulation of the Bhagvati temple in Ratnagiri a week earlier.
Later that day we visited a renowned museum in Gangtok, where ancient paintings, artifacts and scrolls were on display. Some of these bore quite interesting spirits, but not all good.
That evening Cesco and I did some shopping, and in on antique shop I happened across a good piece of jade. By good, I refer to the qi of the piece, rather than its jewelry value. Jade, as a stone, is unique in its receptiveness to qi and spirits. But a good piece can literally be one in a thousand. I have visited the huge jade markets of Taipei and Hong Kong several times without finding a single good piece. But here in Gangtok was one. The tell-tale positive qi was in a small fragment of a carved fish. The store owner was surprised that I was interested in a broken piece, and tried to interest me in something whole. But I persisted, and after searching, found the completing fragment. Placing the two together resulted in a piece much better in feeling than either of the two separate parts. Since it was broken, the cost was only about 250 rupees (just under 4 dollars). It is not unusual that good stones, when they can be found, are not expensive.

It was now nearly time for the Diwali holidays, and we had to decide what we should do. The sheng canopy was overhead, and we had good reason to believe it was over all of India. Thus further work in India might be somewhat redundant. All three of us were suffering illness to some extent, and we felt a break would be welcome. Cesco opted to return early back to Europe, Hari decided to pass the holidays in Chennai where he had kin, and I chose to accept an offer by old friends to spend a few days in Taiwan. Hari took the train back south to Chennai, but Cesco and I got off at Calcutta. Cesco’s plane actually was out of Chennai, but he feared the train would not get him down south in time for his flight. I felt he was being unnecessarily careful, as he had the better part of a day in extra time between the scheduled arrival of the train and the scheduled plane departure for London. But it turned out that he was right, as floods caused the train to be delayed by over a day, and he would have missed his flight, had he had not flown down from Calcutta. This was not the first such case in which Cesco’s intuition had proved more effective than reason.

As with nearly all travelers from the West who spend any time in real India, we had our intestinal problems. There is a solution, to the effectiveness of which I can personally attest. A century ago, when the Japanese and Russians were going at it in Manchuria, the Japanese Army suffered seriously from dysentery. An herbal pill was developed, which cured the problem, and in after years it became known as (translated roughly into English) “Beat the Russians Pills”. Taiwan was under Japanese occupation for 50 years, from 1894 until 1944, and traces of Japanese culture live on there. I bought my bottle in Taipei:

After Diwali, I met up with Hari again in Chennai, and we we took the train down to Madurai in the south of Tamil Nadu. There is a famous Hindu temple in that city, and Hari had had an interesting experience there on a previous visit to India. So I was curious to see it. Unfortunately, not being a Hindu, I was denied admittance into the interesting parts of the temple. During Diwali there had been more terrorist bombings in India, and security was again more strict than usual.
So we gave up on the temple and hired an auto rickshaw to search out a new vortex. This took us out beyond the airport into the countryside. As usual, the driver was suspicious of our intentions, and as Hari and he had a common language (Tamil), he finally asked Hari what our purpose was. Hari explained, and when he had acquired a measure of understanding, was happy to wait for us, while we hiked off-road to reach the vortex. We passed several people in the fields though which we passed, whose photos we took, and generally had a good time in reaching the vortex. This was number 11:

Site of last Vortex we Opened in India

Hari remarked that in this trip we had been able to gift every vortex we had tried to gift. I believe this is the first such international journey I have made.

My trip back home took me from Chennai across the country to Mumbai, thence across mid- and north-India, over Assam, over south-western China, into Shanghai, along the coast of eastern Asia, and over the Pacific to San Francisco. This time, along the way home, we never flew out from under the sheng canopy .
The weather was good, and I had opportunity to observe the qi on the earth’s surface in various places. Where the sheng canopy had been present overhead for some time, sheng qi had built up on the ground and ocean beneath. The only exceptions were the water along the coastlines, where for some reason for some distance from the edge of the water out into the ocean, the sheng canopy was not present on the water’s surface. I could feel it in the ground below the water, but not on the surface until a mile or so away from the coast.

Most Indian food is highly seasoned, by US standards at least. But one could order something more mild off the Chinese menu, which many restaurants in India carry. Here is one from a Siliguri eatery at which we dined several times:

[laozu]

35. Hanford, January of 2009

At the confluence of three rivers, just north of the Tri Cities [Richland, Kennewick, and Pasco]) of Wasington State is the world’s first site for mass production of plutonium.

(Columbia R. in purple, Snake R. in green, Yakima R. in yellow, and Hanford in white)

Its name Hanford derives from a town on a bank of the Columbia which, along with the town of White Bluffs, was demolished during preparation of the Hanford Site. Development was begun in 1943 and by 1945 regular shipments of plutonium were being delivered to Los Alamos Laboratories in New Mexico. The bomb dropped on August 9, 1945, over Nagasaki, Japan, was made with plutonium from Hanford.
Eventually there were built nine weapons-production reactors on the site, the last working one having been shut down in early 1987. There remains a huge amount (53,000,000 gallons) of liquid radioactive waste, stored in 177 underground tanks. About a third of these tanks have leaked waste into the groundwater. It is estimated that about 270,000,000,000 gallons of contaminated water are now present in nearby aquifers and that 1,000,000 of these are traveling toward the Columbia, expected to begin entering the river some time about or after 2020, if not intercepted by cleanup. In addition to the liquid, there are about 25,000,000 cubic feet of solid radioactive waste buried on the site. Various cleanup operations have been undertaken and scheduled, but cleanup has proceeded behind schedule, and there have been continuing efforts by the States of Washington and Oregon to keep the Federal Government on task.

Alejandro who, along with Javiera, accompanied me on my trip last year through Chile and Argentina, was visiting my home for about a half week, and he suggested we make a trip to Hanford to try to improve the sheng qi there. The area had been gifted before, but with the amount of nuclear waste present, there was almost certainly need for further attention. I thought it was an excellent suggestion.
We poured 31 EPs and a good sized batch of TBs on Saturday the 17th, and the following morning set out for Hanford. Reaching the city of Othello about 11AM, we turned south on State Highway 24, crossing the Saddle Mountains, and turning east again, drove along the northern end of the Hanford Reservation.
About midway across, when the sha qi underground began to feel rather strong. we stopped among the frosty sagebrush, and planted our first EP . This spot was also chosen because a sha line crossed the road there, and we were able to bury a 6-TB circle and transform the line to a sheng line . Ale remarked to me that he experienced here the same curious visual phenomena he had the previous year, when we opened our first vortex in Santiago.
Several miles further east, the highway angled to the southwest, running closer to the Columbia River, across from the world’s first two large-scale plutonium reactors (known as “B & C reactors” on the Hanford Reservation). We stopped the car and took a good look. Here is a photo found by Ale, obviously taken during the summertime taken from within the Reservation:

(“B” Reactor with Gable Mountain Behind and to the Left)
The next two photographs were taken a week after our visit, when I returned to see what, if any, change had occurred.

(View across the Columbia toward the original reactor sites “B” and “C”)

(A view from the west of Gable Mountain and Gable Butte)

The large hill to the right of the photograph just above is Gable Mountain, which is the highest geologic formation on the Reservation. Although it was not a latent vortex, it was quite negative when we first observed it, and there was at least one sha line passing through it. An additional sha line , roughly at right angles to the first, if not directly through the mountain, passed at least nearby – there was visual obstruction which prevented me from determining the exact crossing point. Three or four miles south of where Highway 24 bridges the Columbia, prior to coursing around the end of Untamum Ridge, the first sha line crossed the road. At this point we pulled off to the side and did two things: (1) placed a 6-TB circle to change the line positive, and (2) buried a PM .
Further south the highway forks, with 24 turning west, and Highway 243 continuing southeast through the Reservation. We followed along 243, placing EPs when the ground felt particularly negative, until we came to where the second sha line crossed the road. Here we placed another 6-TB circle to make it positive.

Eventually, as we neared the city of Richland, we realized that we did not have enough pipe for all the EP -inserts we had brought. So we found a building materials store (Home Depot), purchased a couple long stainless steel 1-inch pipes, and had them cut to size (which was done at no extra charge). After this and a quick lunch, we headed up the west side of the Reservation, along roads open to public access, attempting as before to cure the worst feeling places.
At one point we had the good fortune to find a public-accessible latent vortex, which I was able to open. This rapidly created a positive feeling in that area of the Reservation, which brought us encouragement.

Shortly after opening the vortex, evening coming on, we headed back. We decided to return the way we had come, partly to see if any change could be observed, and partly because there were several places we had omitted earlier, which were good candidates for EPs .
By the time we reached the Gable Mountain area, it was too dark to accurately identify qi -sources, but it felt much better in the general direction of the mountain.
We placed our last EP in the dark, not far removed from that place where the first has been placed that morning.

A week later I drove to Seattle for a family gathering, and on the way back altered my return route so as to take Highway 24 from the east, and to pass again along the northern edge of the Hanford Reservation. This time I brought my camera and took photos shown here. Though the ground beneath the Reservation was still negative, Gable Mountain was quite positive. This seemed to be good evidence that transforming two crossing sha lines will have good influence on the crossed area.

In all we placed three PMs on the Hanford Reservation. I intend to go back around the area later this year to witness what effect they will have had on the sha qi underground, being constantly emitted by the radioactive waste.

[laozu]

36. Middle East, April of 2009

With the global financial crisis ever worsening, and trouble imminent in the greater Middle East, I felt some urgency to extend the sheng canopy over that area. When the unusually long winter receded from the Palouse in the beginning of April, I set off toward Dubai for a beginning on the Persian Gulf.
The trip began inauspiciously, as I misread my plane schedule and arrived at the airport of my home town just ten minutes after the plane had left. My good friend Clare Wiser drove me up to Spokane, where I found a flight to Seattle. Here I just missed the second phase of my regularly scheduled flight to London. Several hours later I made it onto a flight to Vancouver, and thence to Calgary, where I finally did board the third stage of the London flight. In London I found that my baggage had not fared so well, and said baggage, while later spotted variously in Dubai, Nicosia, and Malta, never did catch up with me, its present location being unknown.
The result was that I was for nearly a month with only two shirts, two pair of underwear, one pair of pants, one pair of socks, and no shoes (just a pair of sandals). Much more important however, was that all my TBs were in that baggage, and I had nothing with which to open a vortex on the Persian Gulf. I located a latent vortex on the beach near Dubai, in the hope and expectation that the baggage would arrive before I had to leave. But that was not to be.
Since this was the last time I was to see that area without a sheng canopy above it, I should record that at this time the qi in the sky was slightly worse than normal, but not the worst pre-sheng canopy I had seen. It was similar the the qi in the sky I was to feel when I first arrived in Israel and Egypt, but as I recall, it was a bit worse than that which I felt when first flying into Cyprus and Turkey.

On the 12th I left the United Arab Emirates for the island of Cyprus in the eastern Mediterranean. I was met at Larnaca Airport by the doughty Antoine, who has gifted so many towers on the island. The next day we created many TBs , as well as two new CBs , and opened up a latent vortex in the suburbs of Antoine’s home city of Nicosia.
The day after that we headed for the mountains, where Antoine’s grandparents have a summer cabin. Within a mile of the cabin we found and opened a good latent vortex, and within a hour’s drive from there, near a weather ball on one of the highest mountains of Cyprus, we found and opened a quite strong latent vortex.

The following day Antoine drove us along the southern coast to the east, and we opened up several more latent vortices. The most interesting of these was on the site where the main temple of Aphrodite had stood throughout antiquity.

It was one of those semi-rare sites where the qi of a latent vortex comes to the surface not just at a few points, but over an area of several acres, and one can open the latent vortex by placing a TB anywhere within that area.

On the 16th Antoine drove me to the de facto Greek-Turkish border crossing in Nicosia, whence I took a taxi to the Ercan Airport on the Turkish side, for a flight to Istanbul. The sheng canopy was now over Cyprus, likely having come down from the Balkans to the northwest, which had been under a sheng canopy since the summer of 2007.
Cesco, who had come down from Oslo via Baltic Air, met me at the airport with a goodly supply of TBs . The first day we found and opened latent vortices on both sides of the Bosporus, which connects the Mediterranean to the Black Sea.
Next day we found a third latent vortex in the city, but it being in rather a crowded and well-watched area, we had to hang around a couple hours until we had opportunity to secrete our TBs undetected. On the way back to our room downtown, someone filched my passport on a busy streetcar. This was on a Friday evening, and the US Consulate being then closed until Monday, we were unable to take the trip to eastern Turkey we had planned. During the weekend we did however take several ferry trips and opened several more latent vortices on the eastern part of Turkey. It was during that weekend the the sheng canopy first appeared overhead in Istanbul.

On Monday I obtained a new passport, as well as a new visa (from a quite efficient and helpful Egyptian Consulate in Istanbul).
On Tuesday the 21st we left Istanbul for Tel Aviv, flying directly over Cyprus. We continued under the sheng canopy all the way, until about a third of the way from Cyprus to Israel, where we flew out from underneath.

After learning that my baggage had not reached Israel, we hopped the first bus to Jeruselem, and at the bus station there searched the internet for a suitable place to pass the night. We wanted an inexpensive place in the Old City, and found it in the New Swedish Hostel, on King David Street. This hostel was not new, being a warren of rooms within ancient stone walls, and the only thing Swedish about it was a blue and yellow sign above the entrance. It was said to have been founded by a Swedish woman many years before, as safe and modest accommodations for single women visiting the Holy City. Now it was run by a bluff frank Arab, who seemed not much to care if his visitors stayed or not. The small common kitchen was upstairs and adjacent to an even smaller office. Other guests for the night included a Romanian French teacher on holiday who hospitably insisted that Cesco and myself share each part of her evening meal with her; a German man working in visual arts who took us to a small but good restaurant in the Arab quarter, where everything was relatively inexpensive; and a retired circus performer from the Ukraine, with a gold wig and purple nails, accompanied by her elderly father. The conversation around the kitchen common that evening was bizarre but hilarious, with a mix to languages including Arabic, Hebrew, Russian, German, and English. With the exception of the manager, who was something of a polyglot, most of us only understood about a third of what was said, but that did not diminish the good feeling. I however slept the night in the common sleeping room, with my passport and wallet under my pillow.

Many of the streets of the Old City are narrow, and the walls meet overhead so that one does not see the sky. We were told that this is in part because it makes it difficult for visitors to find their way about, and so gives employment to guides. In the morning we left the Hostel with all our possessions on our backs, and made our way eventually to Temple Mount, or Mount Moriah as it was known in the Days of Eld. The old stories have it that it was hither that Adam was led when turned out of Eden; that it was here that Abraham was told by the Lord to sacrifice his son Israel (which in the end did not come to pass of course); that it was here that Solomon built the temple containing the the Holy of Holies (sanctum sanctorum) in which was deposited the Ark of the Covenant; that it was here that the remains of Solomon’s architect Hiram Abif were deposited by his murderers under the roots of an Acacia tree; that it was here that the Romans, after destruction of the second temple, left standing as an admonition to the Jewish people, what later became known as the Wailing Wall (or Western Wall, as it was called when we visited it); and it was here, whence Mohammed is said to have ascended to Heaven to collogue with his predecessor prophets, and over the rock from which he was said to have departed, and on which he was said to have returned, was built that golden dome: now known as the Dome of the Rock.
In these days, to approach the Western Wall, one must pass through metal detectors and a search resembling that which Homeland Security subjects those boarding a airplane in the US. We of course had our TBs , and the guards were more than a little suspicious that these might be bombs or something else nefarious. At length however, we so far persuaded them that the TBs were harmless, that we were permitted admission onto the square to the west of the wall. There were many orthodox Jews next to the wall reading aloud from the Torah. I walked over to see it more closely, and found that there was a holy entity about three fourths of the way up on the right hand or southern half of the wall. I knelt to offer condign respect, and asked if there was anything with which someone with physical presence could do to help. An answer came in the affirmative, and directions came to perform a sort of (mental) scrubbing and spreading of the qi throughout the wall. At some point in this process I felt I should enter the shelter on the northern end of the wall to continue. As I entered, an elderly Jew dressed in black with broad-brimmed hat approached me, and asked if I were Jewish. After receiving my answer, he asked consecutively if my mother were a Jew, if my father were a Jew, or if any of my grandparents were Jewish. All of which questions being answered in the negative, he then told me that if I were to enter, I must first give him some money. This seemed strange to me, but as I had a duty to perform, I emptied my pockets of change, gave it to him, and entered.
Afterwards I found Cesco, and we entered a line of people queued in front of the single entrance to the top of the Temple Mount. Here again we had to pass through strict security with our back packs. Upon entrance, we found that by far the most impressive structure was the Dome of the Rock, above and in which could be felt a quite strong and holy presence.
One thing which sets Old Jeruselem apart from any of the other cities I have visited on my trips, is the omnipresence of people in uniform with guns. It may very well may be necessary to protect the innocent, but at the same time it is rather disconcerting. One such soldier, apparently a Muslim rather than a Jew, from the manner in which he answered our questions, was seated opposite to the entrance on the west side of the Dome. I asked if it were permitted non-muslims to enter the building, and he said, “No Way!” I learned later that others had been permitted years ago, but that some zealot from Australia had set fire to the place, and since then only believers of Islam have been permitted in, except in special cases. Cesco went off to the side to show his respect in private, and I walked around the building once for examination. Coming back to the western entrance, and wishing to show my respect to the holiness within, I removed myself back a distance from the entrance, laid down my pack, and faced the place in an attitude of prayer. The armed guard became immediately incensed, jumped out of his seat, and ran over to me, angrily demanding I pick up my stuff and follow him. I told him that I had not known prayer was not permitted from without. This mollified him no whit, and he forcefully escorted me off the Temple Mount, depositing me at the Western Gate, earnestly enjoining me, never to come back. I told him that my friend would not know where I had gone, to which he replied, “Tough luck!”
There are two sheng lines which cross under the Dome of the Rock. Below is a photo showing how this goes, the arrows showing the direction of sheng qi -flow:

After a couple hours, Cesco and I eventually connected back together at the New Swedish Hostel on King David Street, but we both felt that we had had our fill of Jeruselem. We found a place for breakfast, and by good fortune made acquaintance there with a young man whose brother owned a car.
I thought that it was quite important that we open up a number of latent vortices in Israel, and suspected that the Dead Sea would be a good place to do this: the area was centrally located, it was near a body of water, and it was sparsely populated.

However, like other places in Israel, there were Security Guards to avoid, and so we felt it would be good for someone who knew his way around to drive us. With his help we were able to open five latent vortices that afternoon, on or near the Dead Sea shore, and the driver, in due time, deposited us near the border city of Taba, not far from the northern cost of the Gulf of Aqaba.

When Cesco had had his passport photo taken, his beard and hair were both rather long. On this trip they were trimmed short, he often passing as a clean cut young muslim. As we crossed into the Egyptian side of the border and showed our passports to the mustachioed guard on duty, he looked long and hard at Cesco’s photo, then at Cesco, and gravely shook his head. The guard asked me if I knew Cesco, and of course I vouched for him, saying I had taken many trips with him. The guard stared at the photo again, then at Cesco, and shook his head again, quite dolefully. “What is then to do?” exclaimed Cesco, looking worried. The guard burst into a huge smile, laughed, embraced Cesco, and waved us across the border.

It was now nearing dusk, we had had a long day, and so we hired a car to take us on to our next stop, the small town of St. Catherine, in the middle of the Sinai desert.
Several years before, Cesco had come upon a book The Ladder of Divine Ascent, written by one Saint John Climacus, living as a hermit about 600 AD. This work was written to guide monks along the path of religious perfection. Climacus lived only a few miles from the monastery of Saint Catherine. This monastery is situate at the foot of Mount Sinai, where Moses was said to have received the Commandments from God, and a bush said to be a direct descendent of the Burning Bush of Scripture grows within the monastery walls. Due to the historical location of the site, it had been the destination of pilgrims from early times, and the monastery was constructed in the 5th century by the order of the Emporer Justinian.
Cesco had been much impressed by The Ladder of Divine Ascent, and suggested to me that Saint Catherine’s might be an interesting place to visit.
We arrived after dark, and in spite of our representation to our driver that we wanted a cheap place to stay, he took us to a rather fancy hotel in town. Fortunately for us the place was already full, and so he took us to a much more suitable place called Fox Camp, where we found accommodations for 25 Egyptian Pounds (about $5 US) per night, per person. The clientele ate together in a Bedouin tent around an open fire. The bathrooms were outside, but functional, and we ending up staying four nights.
Fox Camp was about a 20 minute walk from the Saint Catherine Monastery, and we arrived at the monastery’s the only public entrance, just before opening time at 9 the next morning. There was quite a large gathering of tourists there ahead of us, they having arrived mostly on buses. We decided to open a latent vortex first, and come back later when the crowd had disipated somewhat. The latent vortex we had located was on a mountain not far away, which we later learned was named Mount Jethroe. One of the monks told us the next day, that according to old lore, Moses climbed that mountain each day during the time he and his people sojourned in the area. The vortex was special, in that it fed a river of qi, which passed directly over the valley of the monastery. Here is one of the sylphs which appeared to us as we sat resting after our ascent:

From the top of Mount Jethroe, Cesco and I gazed down over the Monastery,

and he asked me what I thought of the qi about the place. There was a line of qi passing down Mount Sinai, through the basilica, across the small valley separating the monastery from the mountain on the opposite side, and up that mountain. It was a sha line and there was a massive negative entity feeding on it, beginning at monastery and extending all the way up the opposite mountain. We decided to climb that mountain, to try to do something about it.
So we made our way down Mount Jethroe and up a trail which extended about halfway up the other mountain (lying to the right in the photo above), ending at a small uninhabited complex of buildings in a locked compound. Cesco found a way to circumvent the complex, and we slowly made our way up without a trail. The mountain was actually cleft in its upper part into two parts.

This made the climb much less difficult than it would have been otherwise, and it also made us nearly invisible from anywhere but inside the cleft. Not far from the top we came to where the sheng line crossed. The sha being feeding off the line was quite annoyed. In fact, it seemed as if it somehow knew we were about to cause it trouble. Fortuneately there was one spot on the sha line over which had accumulated soil sufficient that we could bury and conceal a circle of 6 TBs . After setting the circle up optimally, and burying it, the sha line became a sheng line quite rapidly. The dominant emotion of the sha being changed from anger to pain, and within a short time we could feel no more trace of it. Cesco directed my attention up to the sky, where there were quite nice sylphs displaying good cheer.

By the time we had made our way back down, it was late afternoon, and the monastery had long shut its doors to the public for the day. We were weary, and headed back to Fox Camp for a rest.
Next morning was Friday, and the monastery would only be open to the the public for an hour in the morning. We took care to arrive on time, and this day we saw the bush and the beautiful basilca. But more that this we felt the positive river of qi flowing above and the sheng line flowing through the monastery. Below is a lithograph of the place made by one David Roberts in 1839, with a Mount Horeb in the background.

That afternoon I noted that there was another latent vortex part way up the mountain at the northen side of St. Catherine town, and climbed up to open it. Coming down, and turning back to check it out, I noticed that away to the north, just above the crest of the mountain, was visible the edge of a sheng canopy flowing rapidly our way, perhaps 30 kilometers distant. Within an hour or so it had arrived, halting just above river of qi. We remained in St. Catherine another day and a half, but the sheng canopy did not avance further south during that time.

Our plan had been to take a bus north and west to Cairo, thence to inspect the pyramids. However events had transpired over the past weeks which demanded my early presence both in Taipei, and back in the Palouse. Furthermore, it was reported that Taliban troops were fighting Pakistani Government troops only 60 miles from Islamabad, and rumor had it that American troops would be sent into Pakistan if the Government turned out to be unable to handle the situation. Cesco and I talked it over, and we both felt that as we had completed most of what we had set out to do, we should leave Egypt. We modified our travel schedules, and two days later left St. Catherine for the nearest international airport at Sharm Al Sheik.
We left Fox Camp early in the morning by auto, and spent a couple hours at the town of Dhahab, on the Gulf of Aqaba, waiting for a bus. Here we found another latent vortex, which we gifted.

At Sharm Al Sheik we found a strong latent vortex on the seashore, but this was more difficult, for the shoreline at this resort town is mostly not open to the public, but taken up by various hotels. We were denied entrance by one hotel (for security reasons they said), but one of the guards was sympathetic, and showed us where we could climb up and follow the fence between his hotel and the neighboring one. Cesco watched our bags while I followed the fence, and fortuneately was able to pass by the guard of the other hotel without hindrance, to reach and treat the vortex on the seashore.
That night when we flew out to Cairo, the sheng canopy was overhead, and it continued overhead for the the remainder of my trip. Reaching Cairo, Cesco and I parted ways, he for Oslo and I for Vienna, where I hoped to catch a Monday flight for Taiwan.

I did not make the Monday flight, and the next was not until Wednesday morning, so I phoned up my friend Manfred in Pinkafeld, and he graciously agreed to put me up for the interim. His family, especially his wife and daughter, was quite gracious in feeding me and giving my clothes a much needed washing. Manfred took off work for Tuesday, and took me around to various interesting places in the vicinity, including a latent vortex on a hill, which we opened, and the remains of an old Nazi temple on a hill commemorating the Anschluss (or incorporation of Austria as part of Germany in 1938). At one time there was a great golden eagle on a pedestal in the center of the temple, but that had been long gone when we visited it.

There was a sha line through the temple, and Manfred and I made it positive using 6 of his good TBs .
I much enjoyed my time with him, as I found his sensitivity of qi rather similar to mine, and we were able to discuss and compare things with each other, which we seldom have opportunity to do with others.

The first leg of the flight from Vienna to Taipei was over Turkey, Syria, and Iraq to Abu Dhabi, which city is less than 100 miles from my first stop of the trip Dubai, where due to non-arrival of my baggage, I had been unable to open a vortex. However the sheng canopy was overhead throughout the flight, and I was gratified to learn that this sheng canopy was now over the entire area.

The next leg of the trip passed over the gulf of Oman, and Karachi, before heading east over India and China to Taiwan. We were ever under the sheng canopy , from which I infer that the Euopean canopy is now connected to that over East Asia. Since I know that, as of last November, the latter was at least as far north as Amritsar on the Pakistani border, I should not be surprised if it is now over the remainder of Pakistan and even Afghanistan.

Thanks are due to Antoine, Cesco, and Manfred; and recognition to Google Earth and MSN Encarta; for the illustrations in this report.

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37. Russia (July of 2009)

To extend the sheng canopy to northern Asia required a visit to Russia. Travel is relatively difficult there, with the long distances and low population density in Siberia. There are eleven time zones in Russia.
I decided to buy tickets on the Trans-Siberian Railroad. Most commonly, the American or European visitor travels from west to east, beginning at St. Petersburg or Moscow, and riding to Vladivostok or Beijing as an eastern terminus. Thus it seemed it might be less crowded and more interesting if I took the other direction.
I left home on June 3, stopping in Taiwan for about a week to help a friend. My plane out of Taipei on the 11th had a mechanical problem in flight, and so had to return to Chiang Kai Shek Airport for brief repairs. When it finally arrived in Korea, it was too late to make my connection to Vladivostok, and so I had to stay in Inchon overnight. I found an inexpensive room not too far from the airport, and close enough from a latent vortex to reach it on foot. There was already a sheng canopy overhead, but as there had previously been no latent vortex opened in Korea, it seemed right to open one.

The flight next day arrived in Vladivostok about 4PM. I had been warned that taxi drivers might lie and tell me that there was no train into the city – and that turned out to be the case. Nor did the station attendant contradict the driver, when I appealed to him for confirmation or contradiction. It was a Russian holiday, and the only currency exchange office at the airport was closed. However the taxi driver’s friend exchanged some dollars for rubles for me, at a not good, but acceptable rate. When we got out of the building, I saw a bus quite a distance off, and although the taxi driver objected, saying that that bus did not go into town, I walked over to investigate. It did in fact go into town, directly to the train station, and the fare was much lower that the proposed taxi fare.
When the bus arrived at the train station, I immediately went to the proper window to exchange the vouchers I had received by email for physical tickets. I was lucky, in that the office was scheduled to close less than a half hour after I arrived, and my train north to Khabarovsk was to leave that evening.
I had planned to spend a day in Vladivostok, but because of my stop-over in Korea, I only had a couple hours, and there was no latent vortex close enough to reach during that time interval. However, the sheng canopy was overhead. I bought some bread and cheese and sat down on a bench near the port side docks to eat a leisurely dinner waiting for departure time.

I had purchased 2nd class tickets, which mean a sleeping car with compartments containing four bunk beds: two above and two below. This was the only leg of the trip where I had a fluent English speaking companion in my compartment. He was a surgeon, teaching at the medical school in Khabarovsk, and had been to America in some sort of medical exchange program. He told me that his monthly earnings in Russia were the equivalent to about $1000 per month.
We arrived in Khabarovsk early in the morning, and the surgeon kindly took me up to the area in the train station called “resting rooms”. Not all the stations on my journey, but the majority of them, had these rooms, which contained from two to ten or so beds. For about the price of a hostel bed you could purchase a “resting room” bed for a day, or a day and a night, if you had a ticket for a trip out. The room in Khabarovsk had five beds, of which three were vacant. I choose one near the window, and settled down to rest for an hour or two.
Once people had begun to move about in the streets, I walked down through the town to the Amur River, where there was a pleasant public path along the bank through the city. A mile or two south there was a latent vortex, so I hiked down there and opened it. On minor problem in Russia is the dearth of free available toilets. There are sometimes pay toilets in public places, but they are invariably locked, and it is not always easy to find where to go to pay and get the key: especially when you don’t speak Russian and you are in a part of Russia where few speak English. Fortunately I could read a bit, but few could understand what I attempted to say, nor could I understand most of what was spoken to me.
On the way back to the station I found an internet cafe in the basement of the post office, and so was able to let my wife know I had made it to Russia intact.
There was no sheng canopy over Khabarovsk when I arrived, nor when I left the next morning. The edge of it was visible to the the south, moving northward, when the the train left for Chita with me on it. About a quarter of the way from Khabarovsk to Chita the sheng canopy passed overhead. I was never again during the trip to move out from beneath it, nor to see any sky where it was not present.

My train had arrived in Chita at just before 2AM, and Chita Station had no “resting rooms”. So I had to sit up in a chair until daylight. About 7AM I checked into a hotel, so as to get my entry card registered. It rained most of the time when I was there. This was uncomfortable since I had no rain gear, but the bad weather made it easier for me to open unobserved the latent vortex I found off in one quarter of the city. That night my train left at 1AM, and I wanted to walk to the train station in the daylight, so I had about a 3 hour wait before departure.

After waking in the morning, and very haltingly greeting my sleeping compartment companions in Russian, I realized that I was likely going to have many hours of time on the train by myself, without conversation.
The scenery was interesting from time to time, but for long stretches the tracks were lined with birch trees, and it was not easy to see the countryside behind them. I found it singular that in Siberia, especially eastern Siberia, nearly all farms and settlements, and even towns, were surrounded by solid fencing. It made me appreciate somewhat why the original meaning of the English word town, was fence.

The next stop was Irkutsk, and we rode a considerable distance alongside spectacular Lake Baikal on the latter part of the trip. The train station lies on the one side of the Angara River, and the city on the other. Coming in on the train, I espied a latent vortex on the town side, and after checking in at a youth hostel, went out and found, and opened it. I then sat down on the river bank, made myself a sandwich of bread and cheese, and “splat”: a direct hit from a bird above in the middle of the sandwich. I am not quite sure of what that was a confirmation.

From Irkutsk the train took me to Krasnoyarsk on the Yenisey River. Here I was able to find another “resting room”. Coming in on the train I had seen a latent vortex down river, but after about a two mile walk from the station, I found that the approach road was heavily watched by guards. Hence I headed back up river, and eventually found another latent vortex in a park within the city. It was a gray day, and early enough that few people were around. I was able to open it with little difficulty.

Boarding the train the next day, I inadvertently dropped a wallet containing my entry card, but little else. When I discovered it a couple minutes later, I rushed out to try to recover it, but it was already gone. For the only time in Russia, I spoke to a policeman, but he seemed only annoyed that I should be worried about something so petty – he said I could pick up another when I left the country. I did not quite believe him, but was to find out at the end of the trip, that he was correct. This train took me to Omsk, where the Om and Irtysh Rivers join. Here again I was able to stay overnight in a “resting room”. The vortex in Omsk was downtown, and I had take a bus several miles to get within walking distance. It was on a river bank, as all the vortices I opened on this trip, except for the one in Chita.

From Chita I journeyed to Yekterinburg, known as Sverdlovsk in Soviet times. There I stayed in a youth hostel, and opened a latent vortex in a park on the Isel River.

Thence to Kazan on the Volga, where there was a latent vortex not far from the train station. The river was beautiful, and there was a beach not far from the vortex, where young and old were soaking in the sun. I did not spend the night there, having arrived in the morning and being scheduled to leave that night. Shortly before dark I went back to the area of the vortex, where I witnessed a curious phenomenon. In a radius of perhap a 100 yards or meters, the qi was flowing circularly about the vortex. Furthermore around each of the telephone poles in the area, qi was flowing circularly in a radius of about a yard. For most of the poles, the flow was the same orientation as that around the vortex, but for a few it was opposite.

The final stop was the capital city Moscow. I had reserved a bed in a hostel within walking distance from the railroad station, and after a little trouble, found it and took a shower. I could feel a latent vortex in the general direction of where my map indicated the Kremlin was located, and so set out on a hike. After going some way, I found that it was not in the Kremlin, which was probably just as well. It was in the Moscow River some way off, and I had to be a bit careful to open it without exciting notice. When the job was done, I walked along the river bank, crossed the river on the Bolshoi Moscowretski Bridge, and took a look at Red Square and the buildings about.

Russia is a huge and interesting country, and I have here said quite little of what I saw in it. But after all, this is a report mainly concerning the etherial, and there are many other sources treating the wonders of Russia.

The trip back was rather uneventful: Moscow to Prague to New York to Seattle to home – everywhere under the sheng canopy.

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38. Fall Events (Late August, September and October of 2009)

By late summer of 2009, the only place in Europe which I was not reasonably sure was under the sheng canopy , was the Iberian Peninsula. Cesco and I had penetrated into France south of Paris in 2005, but I had never been so far south as Spain, and I felt I needed to know if that country were under the sheng canopy .

I still had a ticket to America from London, since I unexpectedly had had to return from the Middle East trip via Taiwan. Friend Rich’s wedding was on September 5, so it seemed right to attend the wedding, and then fly down to Gibraltar and back before going home.
After returning from Russia, I received an invitation to attend the IWONE conference in Höör, Sweden, held during the last few days of August. The conference was inspired by Viktor Shauberger’s work, and was about non-standard energy sources and vehicle propulsion, and the extraordinary properties of water: subjects of which I knew little, but for which I had some curiosity. So I decided to begin my trip a week or so early and attend the conference.
Furthermore, I had enjoyed my too short stay with Manfred last spring, and wished to follow up on a few things with him.

All these things in fact went well. A new friend Marcus Gullberg, whom I met at the IWONE conference, invited me up to Helsingborg afterwards, and we found a strong latent vortex on a small mountain on the coast, near Höganäs, as I recall.
The visit to Gibraltar came after visiting Manfred in Austria, and when I reached the island, I realized that the sheng canopy was already over the area. Not on the “Rock”, but on a nearby hill was a strong latent vortex, and after a several hour hike from the airport I was able to open it up.

My trip home was through London, New York, Vancouver, Seattle, and Spokane. Nowhere did I come come out from beneath the sheng canopy .
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My work in Taiwan was still not completed, and I flew there on October 1, returning on the 8th. I brought the flu back with me in the form of a sore throat which by the 10th had grown more serious and forced me to go to bed for a couple days.
The trip back from Taiwan was through Tokyo (Narita), San Francisco, and Seattle. On the San Francisco-Seattle leg the weather and visibility were good, and my throat keep me sufficiently awake that I looked somewhat closely at the etheric phenomena along the way.
I saw that there were various spots with a quite a positive feeling, such spots as I had not noticed before. One was in a large lake, and they seemed to be in lower ground rather than higher ground in general.
I decided to climb up Kamiak Butte when I got home, to get a stationary panoramic view before I came to any conclusions.

The flu hit me reasonably hard, and it was several days before I felt up to climbing Kamiak, but I did so on Tuesday afternoon, October 13. Seated on an old log I could see the hills and mountains for an area of about 500 square miles. I counted roughly 20 such places in that area, where the sheng qi caught the eye or senses. Looking closely I found that sheng qi was swirling down from above to these places (counter-clockwise when viewed from above), and then moving directly down into the earth, as far as I could feel.

For some time sheng qi has been falling from the sheng canopy , concentrating in the beginning through the trunks of trees. Looking closely at the conifers on top of Kamiak, I could see that this was still the case, but that the sheng qi was moving much more rapidly through the trunks than before.
The cycle of qi from the opened vortices up to the sheng canopy and then back down again into the earth seems to have increased in speed: now there are actual vortices going down as well as up. At least I know this is true in the areas on the Pacific Coast and in the Palouse where the sheng canopy has been in existence the longest.

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39. Guatemala (January of 2010)

On my trip back from Chile in 2008, the sheng canopy was overhead from Santiago to about the southern border of Mexico, and then from about San Diego on home.
But since then the strength of the sheng canopy , where present, had increased; it would extend further than formerly with each newly opened latent vortex, and had even been extending on its own. I suspected that it had spread over Mexico in the interim, but needed to find out for sure. Ale and Javi had told me that they would join me in Mexico at some later date, so in the winter of 2009 I wrote Ale if early 2010 would be a convenient time for them.
He said that they would have time in January, but that due to unrest in Mexico, Guatemala just to the south might be a better place to travel. I agreed, and he recommended Tikal in particular as an interesting place to visit.

The ancient Mayan city of Tikal dates back nearly to the time of the Iliad and the Odyssey, and during the Golden Age of ancient Greece was a great city of pyramids and temples. This was the beginning of the classic period of Mayan civilization, and it continued as an important city for another millenium and a half, until sometime in the tenth century AD, when it was abandoned to the jungle. Archeological restoration was begun in the mid 1950’s, and it is now a national park, located in the northeastern part of Guatemala, west of Belize City.
There is good cheap communication by land from Belize to Tikal, so we elected to meet in Guatemala City, fly to Belize City, and take a bus thence to Tikal.

My flight to Guatemala City left from Chicago at 2AM, and as I fell asleep shortly after take-off, still did not know upon arrival, whether the sheng canopy covered Mexico. Our flight to Belize (formerly British Honduras) had been moved up two hours, which prevented me from making connection.
We were forced to stay in Guatemala City for a day. Ale told me that the travel in the city was somewhat dangerous outside of the hotel area, due to roaming gangs of robbers.
Across the valley of the city however ranged some impressive mountains, on one of which was arrayed an extensive group of cellular and other types of towers. We decided to hire a ride up there, and see what we could do about reducing the sha qi . There was a sha line going through the towers. We found and exploited a good place on the line to place an array of 6 TBs , with the result that the whole area of the mountain turned positive. It was a good feeling that afternoon, walking back along the road through the trees to where our driver was parked.

Next day we flew west to Belize City, whence we took a van/bus east, across the Guatemala border, on to the Tikal National Park.
We arrived just before dark, and the park was closed for the night. Years before, Javi’s father had seen the sun come up from the top of the highest temple, and she wanted to repeat the experience. The park opened at 6AM and sunrise came at 6:15. Since the temple was too far into the park to reach and climb in 15 minutes, she inquired if there were any way we could enter earlier. Turned out that there were some professional photographers which had hired one of the park guides to take them in early, and for a modest contribution, the guide offered to let us come along too.
Shortly after our bus had left Belize City that afternoon, I had noticed the presence of a strong latent vortex far to the west, and throughout the trip it continued more or less to be in our direction of travel. When we drove into the Park somewhat after 5AM the next morn- ing, I noted that it was right in the park, but due to the dark and fog could not pinpoint it as we drove along.
We made it up to the crown of the temple before daybreak, but the fog was so thick that morning, we could not see the sunrise.

We descended, deciding to use the time during which we still more or less had the park to ourselves, to locate the latent vortex. We found it, in the middle to Temple #6. [This may or may not be the correct number of the temple. I give the temple a number here merely to remind myself, should I have reason in the future.].
Fortunately one of the critical points was not on the tem- ple itself, and so I was able to treat it, and open the vortex.

I was somewhat in a hurry to complete the opening before other visitors should come in from the park entrance, and so omitted to first feel down in the earth below the temple structure.
Quite soon after placing the TB qi began to bounce up and down within the structure, and it was only then that I observed the situation down below.
There were two distinct thin levels of sha qi below, the qi in the structure repeatedly bouncing off the upper one up to the top, and then back down again.
This continued for just a short time, until the two negative levels were pierced, and then sheng qi surged up from the large reservoir reaching deep below, up through the top of the temple into the sky.
The only vortices I recall that perhaps matched this one in strength and volume were the one in Magaliesberg in South Africa and one in the Atecamba in Chile.

By now there were other people exploring the park and we wandered about among them, viewing and marveling. When we came to the main square of the city, the feeling was rather negative, which turned out to be due to a sha line flowing through it. There was no secluded place on the square to repair the line, so we went outside the square, and I climbed partway up a hill between the square and the path leading into the park, to find a place on the line where one could position 6 TBs. After burying them, I started back downhill. It was somewhat steep, I lost my footing, and had to stop a headlong descent by grabbing a tree. From the tree I came clumping down fast again, startling a new visitor coming up the path. When we returned to the city square however, we found the feeling of the place quite positive. Ale in particular noticed it: his sensitivity of these things has increased markedly since I met him some two years previously.
At one point we came to bowl-shaped site, which reminded me of somewhat similar places I had seen in Africa and Chile. Here, as in some of the places in northern Europe surrounded by stone circles, I was requested by a respectable entity to re-initiate a circular flow of sheng qi around the natural boundary. As before, I had to position myself in the center, fix my gaze on a point of the boundary, and turn about in a counter-clockwise manner (as viewed from above). After several minutes, when the turning had increased to somewhat of a whirl, I could feel the sheng qi moving rapidly around the upper part of the boundary. Now however something began to interfere with the process.
I slowed to a stop and looked around. There were several people coming over the top of of one of the hills which formed the boundary, so I paused to let them pass on through.
Ale and Javi had been standing over on one side quietly observing, and one of the people who had come over the hill walked over and struck up a conversation with them.
Meanwhile I was engaged in running from one place along the boundary to the next, arranging the qi in various places preparatory to another turning session. When this phase was completed, the man who had been speaking with Ale and Javi walked over to me. He stared at me in a quite serious way, and in Spanish, asked if I spoke Spanish. I said that I did not, only English, and noticed that he wore some quite curious objects about his neck.
Ale told me later that the man was apparently a Mayan shaman, and that he was concerned that I was practicing some sort of black magic. Since I could not speak Spanish, I spoke to him in that curious language that ones soul sometimes uses to speak directly with another soul. I suspect that his conscious mind did not directly understand the words, but on some level he did understand, for his attitude lightened, and he went back to the side while I finished the process of getting the sheng qi whirling about the boundary of the area: now turning below as well as above.
When done, I walked over to the three of them, and with Ale and Javi acting as interpreters, explained that my actions were not of my own initiation, but at the request of a quite respectable entity there. I do know know how much he believed me, but he did invite me to visit a special cave nearby. I accepted and we all walked a little way off to where there was a chamber in the rock in which a candle was burning.
There was a strong respectable entity inside, and the shaman invited me to go in and meditate. I went to the entrance, knelt down to pay respect, and asked if there were anything I could do for it. There was, and afterwards, I turned back and we four spoke again.
I will respect the privacy of the man and the place, and not speak more about that here.
The shaman was some sort of groundskeeper for the park, and he had been looking for us to show up.

We left the park just before noon, and spent the night in the Guatemalan city of Flores, traveling back to Belize the next day. Several days later I left the country, flying north to Houston, in clear weather. During the first part of the trip the vortex in Tikal was easily detectable from the plane. During the entire trip, over Belize, Guatemala, Mexico, and Texas, the sheng canopy was present overhead and strong.

On all of the the plane trips of the week, whenever the visibility was sufficient to observe, I noted that there were plenty of swirls of sheng qi coming down from the sheng canopy into the ground, as described in the previous chapter.

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40. The Richest Hill on Earth (June and August of 2010)

In mid-June my wife and I drove from Washington, near the Idaho border, to Minneapolis, Minnesota, and back. The sheng canopy was overhead the entire way, as I expected.

Both going and coming we passed through Butte, Montana, in some ways the most interesting city of Montana.
It was settled as a placer mining camp in 1864, and in 1870 its population was 241. In 1875 quartz mining was introduced, which stimulated growth and prosperity, and the 1880 census shows population to have been 3363. Successive censuses show 10,723 in 1890, 30,470 in 1900, and 39,165 in 1910.
Though the state capitol was (and is) Helena, it was said that the most important political decisions during days of the copper kings were made in Butte. Its population peaked at about 100,000.
For many years, beginning with the discovery of gold in 1862, mining was the leading industry of Montana. The prospect of finding gold and silver brought in people in the early years, but it was the discovery of rich veins of copper in Anaconda and Butte in 1882 that brought real wealth to the state. By 1900 Butte was producing half of the copper in the United States. Mines were dug beneath most of the city, and the city flourished until 1940, when mining declined and increased use of machinery caused the population to diminish.
When the big copper deposits were discovered, Butte was given the nickname “The Richest Hill On Earth.” By 1955 most of that hill was gone, and the Anaconda Copper Company began pit mining, in what became known as the “Berkeley Pit”. When I saw it about 1970, the pit was so deep that you could not even hear the motors of the huge machinery at the bottom.
The pit eventually engulfed a good part of the old city. My grandparents, mother and uncles had lived there in the 1920’s, during the heyday of the city, and Iron Street, where their house had been, was one of the streets which was no more.
In the late 1970’s the pit was closed down, and water began to fill the mammoth hole. The water became extremely toxic, so much so that by the early 1990’s any birds which had the bad luck to rest on what had become a toxic lake, were likely not to survive the experience. It is now America’s largest Superfund site.
The larger of the early copper companies in Butte combined into the Amalgamated Copper Mining Company under the ownership of early copper king Marcus Daly, and financiers William Rockefeller, Henry Rogers, and Thomas Lawson. It later changed its name to the Anaconda Copper Mining Company, and in the 1920’s had a vir- tual mononopoly of mining in Butte. Anaconda Copper became part of ARCO (Atlantic Richfield Corporation) in 1977, and in 1982 ARCO ceased operations in the Berkeley Pit.
Other pits have been dug in the area since, but the great days of mining in Butte are (apparently) gone.
What are not gone are the toxins left from the mining and smelting of the ore. Much arsenic, lead, and sulfur came out into the air and ground from the smelting process. This was so deadly that, as my mother told me, most of the smelting was moved from Butte to Anaconda. It has been estimated that at that time 36 tons of arsenic and 1540 tons of sulfur were released by the Anaconda smelter. Pollution from mine tailings extended 150 miles downriver, almost to Missoula (home of the University of Montana).

But this is by way of background. The point is that before the “richest hill on earth” was mined away, one of the strongest latent vortices of the earth was present on that hill. The image below is prepared from a contemporary NASA photo taken from above:

Butte city proper is in the lower right corner of the photo. The black area to the left of the city is the toxic lake inside the Berkeley pit, and just below the pit is the suburb of Walkerville. To the left and slightly above the pit is what seems to be a holding area, to prevent runoff from the surrounding hills into the toxic area.
I have enclosed the area from which the vortex now rises out of the ground by an irregular red circle. When it was still dormant, the points where it touched the surface were irregularly spread around the outside. I was only able access a few of them, but that turned out to be sufficient. When it opened, the results were spectacular, as it was “visible” all the way from my home nearly 400 miles (600 kilometers) away. The only vortex which I had previously observed which was visible from nearly such a distance was the Magaliesberg vortex in South Africa.

Yesterday (the 10th of August) I passed through Butte again and had opportunity to observe reasonably closely the dynamics of the qi connected with the vortex. Below is a schematic sketch of the qi dynamics of the area:

The solid red at the top represents the massed positive qi which is now around most (if not all) the world: the sheng canopy . The orange below it rep- resents the weaker sheng qi which has gradually been working its way down from above. The dirty green represents the slightly negative qi which forms a layer between the ground and the positive qi. The black represents the ground. The light blue to the left represents the water in the holding reservoir, and the dark blue represents the toxic water in the Berkeley Pit.
the yellow represents the sheng qi which is swirling up to the surface from below. Note that some of it pools off underground reaching into the two bodies of water. The two yellow lines, angled slightly from the vertical, show the outlines of the vortex swirling up through the atmosphere. These turn to a greater angle as they leave the slightly negative and then enter the slightly positive qi up about cloud level. This change of angle is reminiscent of the phenomenon of light refraction, as light passes from matter of one density into that of another.
The purple arrow represents negative qi flowing directly downward from above into the center of the vortex.

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41. Alaska and the Arctic (August of 2010)

On August 22 my friend Cesco arrived in the Palouse, and on the morning of the 24’th we boarded an Alaskan Airlines plane in Spokane, bound for Barrow, Alaska (via Seattle, Anchorage and Fairbanks). Four years previous we had driven just north of the arctic circle in Norway, but I was curious whether the sheng canopy was over the arctic or not, and particularly whether it was over the north geographic and magnetic poles. Barrow is the northernmost town in the US, and being a terminal for a major airline, it seemed the most accessible place to visit where I might find answers to these questions.
It was a sunny day with good visibility, and the sheng canopy was overhead until our plane on the Fairbanks-Barrow leg reached about 50 miles south of Barrow. There was no sheng canopy over Barrow or as far as I could see over the Arctic Ocean.
We disembarked about 7:30 in the evening. The thermometer read about 40 Fahrenheit (6 Celsius), and we immediately set about finding somewhere to stay. According to several natives we queried, it would not do to camp outside, due to wandering polar bears. According to what we heard, the males of the species frequently weigh more than 1000 pounds, can easily outrun humans, and can sneak up on one amazingly soundlessly. Since there was about five hours of darkness impending, we decided to look for somewhere to stay INSIDE. There were only four hotels in town, the prices for rooms were quite high (about $250 for a room for two), and that night there was nothing available anyway. However Cesco talked a man at Ilisagvik College in Narl (about four miles east of Barrow) into letting us bed down in an empty room in a construction site nearby. The inside room was three sides of plywood, no door, and of course unheated, but we were quite pleased under the circumstances, and spent a reasonably comfortable night in our sleeping bags. From outside:

Next morning we hiked out along the coast, and eventually reached a strong latent vortex which I had felt the night before. On the way we both felt a presence off in the sky to the northeast which was obviously unhappy. And its rage increased proportionally we approached the latent vortex.
We opened up the vortex, and afterwards its rage faded into a whimpering, and then disappeared. One of the latent vortex points:

TB on a Vortex Point on an Arctic Beach

Afterwards Cesco, who took all these photos, caught me doing a little dance on the beach, as this marked the end of our task spreading the positive canopy.

The remainder of the day we spent in Barrow:

Street Sign in Barrow, Alaska

That evening we took Alaskan Air through Fairbanks to Anchorage.
Several days later I looked up north from central Anchorage and felt far to the north a strong concentration of sheng qi.

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42. Colombia (November of 2010)

In November of 2010 I received an invitation to come to Bogota from my friend Ale, who was studying some new medical techniques with an MD there. I arrived there on the 20th. Ale had arranged for me to stay with one of his friends near the old city center, and near the doctor’s office.
In December of 2007 a Austrian friend Manfred had discovered that TBs directed downward over pipe sections placed in a 6-pipe circle would spread sheng qi through the ground in a wide area. These have been already been described in the chapter “Chile and Argentina (January of 2008)”. Manfred named this apparatus a “peacemaker”. Ale had put one in the ground in a friend’s yard, several blocks from the doctor’s office. For some reason which we never discovered, it was not working correctly. So the day after my arrival we dug it out and replaced it new pipes and TBs.
The result was that the ground in a wide surrounding area turned positive. The positive area is roughly disc shaped, and the diameter of the disc gradually grew larger over a period lasting several days.
Less than a half mile away from the peacemaker stood the mountain Monserrate. Bogota’s altitude is about 8612 feet (2625 meters), and the mountain rises up another 2029 feet (527 meters) above that. At the top of the mountain is a magnificent church with a shrine to which many pilgrims climb each year. When the sheng qi from the peacemaker had finished its expansion, it reached about half way up the mountain.
At the top of the mountain was also a latent vortex. Ale and I went up several days later and opened up the vortex. One result of this was that the sheng qi in the ground from the peacemaker expanded all the way up and past the mountain. This was somewhat similar to our experience three years earlier in the Argentinan town to Recreo, when we found that by opening a latent vortex on the edge of town, all the cell towers in town began radiating sheng qi . The towers in the part of the city near Monserrate also began radiating strong sheng qi .
There is a building between where I was staying and the peacemaker which was suffused with sha qi when I arrived. This was a meeting place for a fraternal organization with connections to freemasonry. After the new peacemaker was buried, much but not all of the sha qi was driven out. Ale did some interesting things to eliminate the remainder. I will leave it up to him to provide more detail if he wishes.

The Colombian MD Jorge with whom Ale was working had a farm about a half day’s drive from the capital. The weekend I arrived was lengthened by a holiday and Jorge took us to his farm and showed us some of rural Colombia.
A particularly interesting place was the city of Armero, which had been destroyed in 1985 from the lava flow of the volcano Nevado del Ruiz. The flow had been so rapid, that about 23,000 people had died in the city. Two-story buildings had had their first level filled as a result of the flow. There were many mosquitoes, plus an latent vortex in the ruins, the latter of which we opened.

At Jorge’s farm we did several experiments. The most interesting one had to do with trying to increase the fertility of the area through application of a device Marcus, an engineer friend Thomas, and myself had developed in Helsingborg, Sweden in February of 2010. The device will be described elsewhere, but consists of a TB attached to a sphere with a copper wire running through and around the TB and sphere. The sphere must be hung above the area to be improved. We had some success where we experimented with it in Sweden, and so we decided to try it here in Colombia. Ale’s talented friend Francesca was the most agile and best climber of the group, so she climbed a tree in the field and suspended the device from it.
I will try to report later what, if any, effect it had.
The part of Jorge’s work that interested me most involved magnets. The method was developed by Dr. Isaac Goiz of Mexico City. Most, if not all ailments of the human body involve qi imbalance, and there are at least two special points in the body connected with each single ailment: one exhibits sha qi and the other sheng qi . That with the sha qi is stronger. But if the south pole of a strong magnet is placed on the sha qi spot, the sheng qi spot becomes stronger. Then, if the north pole of another strong magnet is placed on the sheng qi spot, a current of qi flows through the body, and swirls around the poles of the two magnets. After a time (from a few seconds to few minutes) the flow slows and stops.
Jorge told me that many diseases can be treated this way more effectively than by traditional means, and some cures can be effected quite rapidly. I personally found that bodily pains and sore places can often be ameliorated by this method quite quickly.

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Some quotes from Laozu regarding orgone and orgonite, archived at whale.to

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Charging water/crystals using a CB

Put crystals in some clean water in a glass jar. Then take the center pipe temporarily out of your CB and place the jar on the stabilizer over the center hole. Leave them there for about three hours or more, and then remove them before you pour your TBs. But only take the crystals out of the water just before your pour the TBs, because the crystals begin losings their extra power as soon as they come out of the water.

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Positive orgone movement as a result of cloudbuster deployment

During the first four months or so of his first CB, Laozu published a log of its effects. One of the effects of the CB that emerged was that an area of positive qi, roughly in the shape of a disc centered about the CB, gradually increased in radius (although in a rather zigzag fashion), until an area nearly a hundred feet in radius of ground about the CB was almost always positive.
Nearby the CB were planted a line of fir trees, and several TBs were placed on the ground next to some of them. At some point qi began entering into those trees from the ground up, and it eventually reached the tips of the firs. By the end of the period the firs were penetrated by the POR nearly all the time
During the next month and a half Laozu tried to visit the other latent vortices he could find within about a fifty mile radius. On October 12, while driving to work to Idaho again, his eye happened to catch on the top of a pine tree along the side of the road. He noticed that positive qi seemed to be in the tip. Looking at other trees he discoved that this was not an isolated phenomenon, that each living tree had some positive qi in its upper part, from just inches up to more than a foot. By the 17th, the qi was about 1/3 of the way down the trunk from the top; by the 26th about 1/2 of the way down and by the 31st about 70% of the way down. On the 31st Laozu took the following photograph of a birch tree (as seen further above in this thread):

the red shows the penetration of the qi on that day. The brown shows the penetration of the qi on November 5th.
Observations thus far seem to indicate the following inferences:

1. That after a sufficient number of vortices are healed and/or a sufficent number of CBs and other orgonite devices assembled in a particular area, POR will form a canopy high overhead;

2. This canopy may spread gradually, as more vortices are opened about its perimeter;

3. If a “river” of POR is opened, the canopy tends to extend towards that “river”, often quite a considerable distance;

4. Under the canopy, positive qi will descend into the tress, pass into the vertical tips, thence through the trunks into the ground.

This last process is reminiscent of the water cycle: from ocean into the sky, down again in rain, and eventually back into the ocean through streams and rivers.

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Non-Material Beings - devas, sylphs, undines, salamanders and other elementals

Non-material beings or entities can be characterized by their qi. In fact I only became aware that such things really existed back in 1983 in Taiwan, when I first felt the qi of one of them in a Buddhist temple, and investigated more closely.
Examples of non-material beings are angels, those which have responsibility for seeing to the welfare of certain geographic locations (spiritus loci) or (tu di shen) [as they are called in China]), those which have responsibility for looking after trees (devas), those whose responsibilities lie in the air (sylphs), those whose responsibilities lie in the water (undines), those who are associate with fire (salamanders) and the elementals which often have responsibility for specific plant (or other) organisms.
The qi of the nymphs, sylphs, and devas which I have observed has always been quite positive. There are some beings whose presence is such that one innately is led to show them great respect: the qi of these entities is extremely positive, and it is to this group that what are often termed angels belong.
Sylphs will sometimes clothe themselves in wispy clouds, making their outlines visible to the physical eye. But not all such wispy clouds contain sylphs.
Non-material beings can be classified as to the feeling of their qi. Those characterized by positive qi, I will refer to here as sheng beings, and those by negative qi by sha beings.
Though I have not given names to any particular classes of sha beings, such things do exist, and seem to be quite as numerous as sheng beings.

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Keep it simple when making cloudbusters

The ONLY coils I use with my CBs are “little secret coils” a la Cesco. When making your first CB, if you don’t have these, and you probably don’t for they are hard to get and even harder to make, I recommend using no coils. As Spade says, SIMPLICITY is the word here. Many more CBs have been made worse by adding extras by beginners than have been made better.
Resin or not in pipes? If you put no resin in the pipes, and insert the crystals at the bottom of the short pipes with a section of hose or something similar for filler, the crystals can be taken out later if they need or are desired to be changed.
Putting resin in the the pipes around the crystals is not good, unless you can put shavings or BBs around the crystals. If there is room for the metal, I usually do it this way, pouring metal and resin to the top of the crystal. I live in a cold climate, and this prevents the water from getting around the crystal and freezing in the winter. But this is just personal preference.
DTs are best here, but if you cannot find DTs, STs will work. If you use STs however, make sure the negative end of the STs is down. This is the rough, non-terminated end of the ST.
I haven’t used glue Karen, but my instinct is not to use it. There are different kinds of glue, and the odds seem pretty high that there would be some ingredient in it that would weaken the working. Of course this is just a guess.

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Advice for orgonite device construction

I’ve been working with and observing this stuff for about three and a half years now. My findings and opinions are not all mainstream, but I have based them solely on personal observation.

• It is quite possible to construct orgonite devices which have negative effects on qi lines in the ground and high level entities in the neighborhood.
• When a negative orgonite device is created or obtained, it is better to take a sledge hammer to it and dispose of the small pieces than simply throw the offensive device into a landfill. If it has copper pipe in it, it is OK to reclaim the pipe and reuse it.
• Most of the negative pieces come as a result of being too fancy in the construction. Leaving the state of mind of the builder aside, I will list some purely physical problems in the construction:
• Each piece of crystal has its own field, and placing several crystals close together can effect a negative interaction of those fields.
• Interactions between quartz crystals and magnets can be quite tricky. I have seen a case where addition of neomagnets in the ground next to a (good in itself) orgonite device has caused a line of qi on which the device was laid to turn negative.
• Coils wrapped about crystals in orgonite devices are more likely to make the devices negative than positive, unless the maker has a well-developed energy sense. Just moving a coil a few millimeters can change the effect enormously.
• Adding various stones can make things worse, unless the maker is talented and knows what she is doing.
• Adding metal other than shavings can have a negative influence.
• Plastic in the ingredients or enclosing the product can be negative, though not as much so as some of the other things.
• Unfortunately, when making orgonite devices, people turn to innovation because such is fun and interesting, and so there are many more negative orgonite devices out there than there would be if people would stick to simplicity.To the reader, anything I write is “according to me”. Of course I would not write it if I did not think it were true.
• This is a subject over which more people disagree with me than just about any other, partly because many people use coils as parts of their creations. My opinions have created some enemies that I know, and likely a number more that I don’t know.
• Any coil has its own etheric field, and it will interact with the field of a quartz crystal. Suppose, for instance, a simple copper wire is wrapped about a simple quartz crystal, in such a way that the interaction is as strongly positive as possible. Just moving the wire in one place, as much as a millimeter, can change the interaction to negative – or vice versa.
• So you have to be energy senstitive, or to trust the maker of the coil/crystal creation to know that you have it right. And if you trust to chance, you will have a much greater chance of getting it wrong than of getting it right.

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Experimental orgonite device by Laozu, archived at whale.to

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Double Vortex Egg Shaped Passive Orgone Generator

In the post “Flow of Qi Through a Circuit” was described how a current of qi will flow through a wire circuit, if the wire does not cross over itself, and if a TB contacts the wire at some point (the quartz crystal in the TB should be aligned parallel to the circuit and as close to the wire as possible).

When we were experimenting with such things last February at his shop, Marcus had the idea that we wind the wire around the outside of an egg-shaped form and then again back through a hole through the major axis of the egg.

Engineer Thomas built us an egg-shaped form out of styrofoam, having a hole through the center, so that we could test out the idea. At the time we used a PVC pipe which would fit the center, around which to wrap the pipe. At home I used a wooden dowel (actually a section of a mop handle) for the same purpose. Here is the dowel with the wire wrapped about it one time:

In the photo it is suspended from above by a string.

Now the pole is inserted in the egg-shaped styrofoam and wound once around the egg:

(from the back of the egg);

(the first view rotated clockwise about 80 degrees);

(the first view totated 180 degrees);

(the first view rotated clockwise 270 degrees).

The little square wooden knob on the bottom is screwed into the end tod the wooden dowel to hold the egg from slipping down.

At this point the apparatus does nothing. Only when attaches a TB does it have an effect. I tried using two different types of TBs: the one shown “here” and one made by a small conventional type, having cut a notch to the crystal:

In the photo just the top of the crystal is visible in the center at the end of the notch.

Here is the egg with the first tb attached:

(the positive end of the crystal is pointing downward)

and here is the egg with the second tb attached:

(again the positive end of the crystal points downward along the wire).

After the TB is applied (in either form) a current of qi begins to flow through the wire counter-clockwise (view from above). Thus it flows down around the outside and up around the pole.

As with a CB, this device has a strong induction effect on the qi of its surroundings. But the effects of the two devices are not the same. Both devices pull negative qi down from the sky above. The CB transforms the negative qi to positive qi, and sends it back up into the sky again in a laser line beam. The device described here, which I shall call a “double vortex” operates differently however:

1. a swirling (counter-clockwise viewed from above) sphere of positive qi is formed just below it;
2. positive qi moves out from the ball through space to the sides and below;
3. positive qi concentraces in the ground below and moves out through the ground through a large radius.
   Below is a schematic:
   
   

In the schematic above, the square shows the area in which the egg is enclosed; the blackd and green indicate the string or cord which is holding up the apparatus; the light blue arrows above show the negative qi coming down to the egg; the red ball shows the positive qi swirling below the apparatus, the solid brown at the bottom shows the concentrated qi spreading out in the ground below. The black ball inside the red sphere is a blob of negative qi which is surrounded by the positive qi.

The apparatus must be high enough above the ground so that the red ball does not touch the ground for the it to have strong effect. In general, two meters high should bring it above the ground.

If the TB is removed from the egg, the field in the ground disappears almost instantaneously. When the TB is attached again, the field of qi in the ground begins to form again, but it will take some minutes before it extends far out.

Although we have spoken of an “egg” throughout this post, I have found that a “sphere” shaped object seems to do equally well.

Obviously I have left many questions about this unanswered, but this post is already over-long. In the next post, I will say something of how this field may be used.

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Effect on growth

One of Marcus’ friends has several large greenhouses in southern Sweden, in which he produces cucumbers. He had been having difficulties with the cucumber production, and invited us to hang a double vortex up in each of the buildings.

We did so last February, putting one roughly in the middle of each building, about 4 meters or so high. Within a few days the health of the cucumber plants improved markedly. It has now been about four months, and his operation, which had been losing money up to that time, is now making money.

Marcus knows more about the details of this than I, so I shall invite him to comment.

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Experimental orgonite arrangement by Laozu, archived at whale.to

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One Zero Eight / 108

For some reason, six TBs placed equidistantly in a circle seems more potent than other circular arrangements of TBs. In the spring of 2008, while visiting me in America, Cesco came up with an idea incorporating this fact in a more complex arrangement. It seemed worth testing out to me and we cleared a large space on the shop floor to test it out.

Perhaps the simplest way to understand it involves the so-called “18”. To make an “18” one may first construct a regular hexagon. Then he draws straight lines joining alternate vertices of the hexagon. The lines cross in six new points inside forming a new regular hexagon inside of, and concentric with, the first. Now he repeats this process on the new inner hexagon to obtain a third hexagon inside the second. After placing a TB on each of the 18 points of the three hexagons, he has an “18”.

To construct a “108” one may first construct 7 identical hexagons as in the “18”, and then arrange six of them around the seventh, where one edge of each of the six touch one edge of the inner seventh. The inner seventh “18” shares each of its vertices with two of the other “18”'s, and each of the six other “18”'s shares two of its vertices with its two immediate neighbors. Thus the total number of vertices is 7 times 18 minus 12 minus 6, or 108. One places one TB on each of these vertices to get a “108”.

After we constructed a “108” on the shop floor, we noticed a ring or wall of positive qi some distance away from the “108” and concentric with it. We moved the old shop couch so that the wall passed through it, and sat down on it. It felt quite positive and relaxing on the couch. We were impressed enough by this experienced that we decided to construct a more permanent “108” outside, so that we could view it without the restrictions of the ceiling and walls, and so that we could observe its effects over time.

I purchased several sheets of plywood, cut it and arranged the pieces into a square, and drew in the places for TBs on the plywood. We made wooden cylinders with holes in them just large enough to place the TBs inside. Then we moved the plywood into the center of an adjoining field and glued the cylinders to the plywood. Finally we placed the TBs into the cylinders, which were designed to keep the TBs in place in case of wind.

Don and Carol Croft came visiting several days later, and they told us that they had noticed an empty spot in the cloud cover over the “108” long before they came with in sight of the field. Cesco left with them later that afternoon, to spend several days before returning home to Iceland where he was living at the time, and explained to them how the “108” was constructed. They built a few models which Don has described on EW.

Several weeks later some person or animal had kicked loose some of the wooden cylinders on the plywood, and I had to go out into the field to repair them. During the process I discovered that I had not accurately drawn the geometrical figure for the “108”: there were 114 cylinders instead of 108. I emailed this fact to Cesco, and about this time he took his drawing off his web site.

I was rather busy at the time, and did put attention to the matter until this August, about a year and a half later. This was after I learned that others were making “108”'s and that there was public discussion of the subject. Since I had made the mistake which led to Don and Carol’s interest in it, I felt I had a responsibility to look at both the “108” and the “114” more closely.

I went out into the field and stared at the configuration on the plywood. I found that not only were there six more TBs than in the “108”, but that they were arranged in a fundamentally different way. The arrangement consisted of “18”'s, but the “18”'s were placed together in a different manner. Instead of the sides of the outer six being next to the sides of the inner seventh, the vertices of the outer six touched the vertices of the inner seventh. Thus each vertex of the inner “18” shared was shared with the vertex of one of the outer six, each each of the outer six shared two vertices, one each with one of the other outer six. Hence the total number of vertices was 7 times 6 minus 6 minus 6, or 114.

I went back to the shop and made seven “18”'s, each on a separate piece of plywood, so that I could arrange them either as a “108” or a “114”, and compare. I first looked at the “108”, this time outside. I found that there was a concentric wall of positive qi around it, as before, but that the wall curved in and joined together over the center as a dome or hemisphere. Furthermore there was a cylinder of small diameter based at the center of the “108”, composed of negative qi, which extended as high up into the clouds as far as I could perceive. There seemed to be little motion of the qi, either in the dome or in the column. It looked as if somehow the arrangement may, like the Cesco “little secret coil” have separated neutral qi into two parts: one positive and one negative.

What I found when I constructed the “114”, I will describe in another topic of the same name. At this point I will emphasize that I am not promoting either the “108” or the “114” – just describing my observations.

This is a drawing of the 108:

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Experimental orgonite arrangement by Laozu, archived at whale.to

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One One Four / 114

The events which led to my consideration of the “114”, and one way to construct it, are related in the topic “108” posted in this same forum.

When I constructed it outside, after disassembling the “108”, I found that the positive dome of qi was no longer there, nor was there a cylinder of negative qi rising up from the center.

There was a strong line of positive qi rising up into the sky in the center, and negative qi was being attracted to it, in some way like the operation of a CB.

Thus the “114” was more dynamic than the “108” in that the qi was moving rather than static (in the “108” the qi did not seem to be moving in or out of the dome, or moving in or out of the cylinder, at least from my viewpoint on the ground.

Two weeks later I visited Manfred in Pinkafeld, Austria, and we built another “114”, examining its properties with more care and attention. This will be the subject of a subsequent post.

As before, I emphasize that I am promoting nothing here – just recording observations.

This is a drawing of the 114: