Pittsburgh Gifting

Etheric Warriors Archive Orgone Experiences
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I recently moved to Pittsburgh…

Gifting run day one:

1 TB off the 16th Street bridge into the Allegheny River.

1 TB at the base of a gigantic, red and white, two-horned tower bristling with panels, and also drums, on top of Polish Hill, within sight of my house. 1 TB at the base of another gigantic, red and white hilltop tower, within a quarter mile of the first.

Day Two:

2 TBs near the base of a very tall, red and white tower at the top of ‘Television Hill’ on the North Side of the Allegheny

1 TB near a smaller ‘neighborhood’ tower about a mile from my apartment. There’s a pretty significantly sized electrical substation connected to this tower. The tower is maybe three stories tall, with a black drum with a red lightning bolt on it. Sixty years ago, folks saw lightning bolt runes on black SS uniforms and sensibly got all afraid, while today much or most of the populace numbly sees it as an innocent corporate logo.

3 TB’s near the three towers of a major television station North of town, I believe it might have been Troy Hill/Mt. Troy. Giant towers. 2 more TBs at the two towers of the TV station on the top of the hill directly across from the first one, less than a quarter mile from the first station. 1 TB at the corner of the old graveyard across the street from the TV stations.

Into a valley North of town, up and back, 1 TB each for the three cell towers ‘servicing’ that valley. Tried to reach a line of five huge towers over a ridge ahead of me, couldn’t get there, turned around, chucked one in a little creek I crossed.

It began to rain lightly as I came home from this sortie.

This day also, learned that a company I’d applied to (using a very good local reference) inexplicably rejected my candidacy after a very strong initial interview. ‘Weird’, an associate said when I related the facts of the situation.

I intuit malign etheric monkeying with my situation. I post for the record that I actively gift, boost, and post this to count coup against said monkeyers. Going back out for another run when I finish this post.

Day Three:

Strange, hazy weather at the start of this day, almost a whiteout, definitely struck me as ‘weird’. 1 TB at the base of a gigantic red and white tower at the top of Mt. Washington, on the bluff across the West End bridge, directly overlooking downtown. At the end of this day, a beautiful, soft rain began to fall, rain like in the old days. It rained softly on and off through the night last night.

As I was about to post this, I began to get a ringing in my left ear, like a tuning fork, a distinct sign of etheric attack I’ve become well familiar with. I grabbed one of DB’s large HHG’s from next to the TV, held it up, directed the energy I felt coming in back out, while boosting and also further requesting assistance from the guardians of the creator vortex. I also used the Hawaiian kahuna command ‘that which you have given to me I return to you.’ Ringing stopped instantaneously.

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Yesterday I drove out to Pittsburgh’s West End, to take care of the gigantic tower up on top of the hill near the West End overlook. Red and white, very tall, drums, panels. 1 TB.

From there, moved on up to the top of Mount Washington again, overlooking the city. I’d previously gifted the tower at the end of the ridge, overlooking where the three rivers come together; this time, I placed one TB near each of four additional towers that line that ridge. All very tall, red, white, drums, panels. On one of them I did two, because I thought one I’d tossed might have bounced off a tree back into the road.

As I drove down off the mountain, I noticed a car sitting right on my tail. As we got to the freeway, he passed me, middle finger raised. I guess I wasn’t going down the hill fast enough and it infuriated him. That or he couldn’t stand being in the vicinity of balanced energy. Probably both.

On the way to pick up my wife from work, I took a wrong turn, heading mistakenly out of town. So to backtrack I took a right over the 40th Street bridge, 1 TB into the river, there, then went down to the 30th St. bridge, crossed back over, another TB in the river, there.

Cool weather present today, rain clouds gathering, high, sticking, spreading trails (sprayed last night prior to the advancing front) visible here and there above the gathering clouds.

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Same day as last post, later in the day…the weather became BEAUTIFUL, not too hot, nice breeze, perfect old-timey cumulus clouds. Drove over to Home Depot, placed one TB each near the two cell towers ‘servicing’ the East Liberty neighborhood, about a mile from my house. Funny how the towers are within 200 yards of each other, guess it’s different ‘networks’.

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My, my…left the house this morning, looked up to a blue sky filled with sylphs, eating the remnant trails from last night’s spraying sorties. As I progressed to an area of higher elevation where I could have a better look around, I saw that the spraying the night before had been beyond heavy – many, many hilariously regular rows that it’s hard to imagine anyone ‘not seeing’. It looked like they had gotten ‘set’ well, but now were being eaten by a sky full of sylphs.

More striking to me, by far, however, was the fact that it looked like there was a thick white haze, a literal whiteout, in every direction around me, roughly outside the perimeter of my (rather limited) Pittsburgh gifting thus far. I say rather limited because I don’t think I’ve hit 50 TBs, thus far, and I know some cities have had literally thousands distributed about.

I kept metaphorically rubbing my eyes, thinking ‘is it because I’m looking through a denser slab of air, sideways?’ I drove around a bit, and, no, there’s a decided hole of blue sky – a blue hole filled with sylphs eating chemtrails – where I’d been working, a whiteout where I hadn’t. Just reporting in for the record. The sky was and is bluest over my neighborhood, my house – where the most orgonite is.

Two days ago, I tossed one TB near the cell tower ‘servicing’ the Dormont neighborhood, which is up through the Fort Pitt tunnel, over the Mt. Washington ridge whose towers I’d gifted the previous week. Yesterday, I deposited one TB near a gigantic red and white tower, bristling with drums and panels, which sits at the intersection of routes 22 and 322. I dropped one more TB near a ‘weather ball’-topped ‘TV’ tower within 100 yards of that most previously mentioned.

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Three days ago, I tossed one TB near an abandoned factory in the East Liberty neighborhood, said factory having a ring of panels on its roof around what used to be a water tower. Another flat array of panels lined the other end of the building. The whole place felt awful.

Two days ago, I deposited one TB near the cell tower ‘servicing’ the valley several miles north of town located at the Camp Horne exit (exit [Image Can Not Be Found] off Route 279.

My gifting often takes place as I’m doing other errands; I’ll be driving along and see what I’ve subjectively concluded is an ill-intended energy production apparatus or array, then simply drive to it, case it, find as wild an area as possible in its immediate proximity, and toss a TB in there.

The spraying has been unbelievably aggressive since my gifting got under way in ernest. When we first moved, there was hardly any. During the last week, it’s been almost comical – if such a thing can be called comical.

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Jeff,
Great work! Slow and steady (how I do it also) works just as well as more rapid gifting strategies. It also keeps the bad guys guessing because you never drop enough TB’s in any area for them to recognize a pattern. A couple here, a few across town and you’re done for the day before they even realize you’re doing it – then do it again next time you’re in a position to do so. It doesn’t matter how rapidly you “put out their lights” – just that you do (wink) and once you do, they won’t be able to get them back on again (hehe).

IMHO, spraying like you’ve encountered usually means you’ve gotten enough orgonite sprinkled around that you’ve broken their DOR shield badly enough that they’re simply trying to figure out to what extent and perhaps whether there’s any chance of their fixing it (NOPE!). Don told me no one has been harmed by a chemtrail in many years so fret not. They eventually stop (or drop back to a couple once in a while) and then just laugh as you see the slyphs giggling as they happily sweep all that crap out of the upper atmosphere, again and again.

I’ve also noticed they tend to up the amount of spraying a day or two before a storm (and usually MUCH higher up) where it almost leaves a haze everywhere. Only thing I can think about this is that perhaps its a different kind of “juice” that aids the weather tech in its ability to modify the weather and direct the storm – maybe almost like a floating “projector screen” that whatever the weather tech does, can reflect off of it to do its thing. This haze usually is much higher up than the storm clouds so its not like they’re trying to seed the clouds to rain “nasty stuff” down to the ground.

Yup, get that “blue hole where I’ve gifted, with haze everywhere else” thing also. Just keep gifting and the hole will just keep getting bigger. Also, if at some point it looks like the hole is shrinking, it most likely they simply figured out where the edge of your gifting radius is and have turned up the power on towers further out that you haven’t gifted yet. Aside from dropping a whole bunch of extra towers within the gifting area, this is usually about all they can do to try and recover. So if you do see this, don’t get discouraged. Just increase your radius of coverage slowly to keep them confused and guessing.

Another tactic I see them doing around here a little (I suspect its frightfully expensive so when I do see it, I consider the area pretty important to them) is tearing down regular towers and putting up big ugly ones in their place. Of course, even though the single TB I gifted each old one with is still there and still preventing the new, bigger, uglier one from doing its intended job, whenever I notice such an “upgrade” and they’ve finished with the new installation and its come online, I simply truck over there and gift an extra TB to make it an even bigger, stronger life force generator. They can’t win! Thanks for the assist guys! (hehe)

Another place thats great for gifting are water supply towers and tanks used to supply towns. Rest assured, almost every one of these you find has a ring of cell antennas on it, polluting the water supply with DOR. Nothing like a big-old thirst-quenching glass of DOR charged water, huh? One or two TB’s per tank/tower puts a quick end to this and eliminates another potential source of random diseases (maybe even cancer) for the surrounding population. Also, as water from the processing plant flows into that tower/tank to refill it, POR will flow back along that supply to the processing plant. The more towers you gift the better the grid effect you get.

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Gene, thanks for the positive feedback and encouragement, it’s very much appreciated. In regard to spraying: I had the strange fortune to be the only person in my office to notice the spray planes when they first appeared in our area (Pennsylania’s Lehigh Valley) in 1998. The first couple passes (just one single pass the first day, followed by one single pass the next) were really low, and almost right over our office building. The first pass, I stood to my feet, pointed, and said out loud ‘what the heck is that plane doing?!’ Everyone looked at it, was uncomfortable, didn’t opine.

The next day, another plane came over, same path, same altitude, laying a crazy, puffy trail…I took one female friend to the window, pointed at the plane, the trail it was blatantly laying, and said ‘what is that?’…she literally put her hands over her ears and ran from the room.

Something a friend and I noted the same year, literally just before that all started: we were on his back porch, and there was a stunning, amazing sunset. We looked at each other, and said (sic) “is it just me, or is the world getting more beautiful?” When the spraying programme burst forth shortly after, I thought "it’s to stop that, well, ‘beautifullization’, that rising energy frequency. I now think the spray programme has weather control arms, mind/mood control arms, disease spreading arms, and general-lowering-of-the-vibrational-level arms…not to mention psychological ‘great and powerful Oz’ arms. Where you’re supposed to think ‘oh, they’re SO mighty, no one can stop them, why bother?’ I laugh and say “pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!”

This is all a preamble for me saying “I’m a lot more optimistic than I was in those days”. Those next five years or so were pretty horrific, sky-wise. The rain pelting so unbelievably hard at that time (something else few people ‘noticed’ or would comment upon, that I thought was blatantly obvious).

I do, indeed, now view the spraying as, well, ridiculous (in that it’s the Little Dutch Boy, trying to plug all the leaks in the dike with only his fingers and toes). To use another of my favorite metaphors, they are like the monkey with its hand caught in a monkey trap, where all they need to do is let go of the seeds to get their hand out of the gourd, but they are too dumb or greedy to do so, and their fist, full of seeds, can’t be withdrawn from the hole. And the skies are continuing to get nicer and nicer, the rain falls more and more softly, as it used to.

Having read studiously re: surveillance here on EW, I’ve watched for it like a hawk – and never caught anyone at it, with me, not once. Actually, I take that back – when I opened up my little burrito restaurant in 2002, two obvious (to me) stooges, a ‘husband and wife’, came in, customers. They were so unbalanced. My partner felt it, too, saying ‘who the heck were those freaks?’ I said ‘Stooges.’ I just so KNEW who they were, was kind of boring into them, leaning into their personal bubble just a bit, looking at them with a twinkle in my eye…they never came back. I was not gifting at that time, was just reading about it on the internet, probably enough in those days to get a ‘look’.

Anyway, thanks for making my day. I’m now passed a year laid off from my last job, and feel as if I’m fighting an ill spell, trying to get the next one, trying to fight their ill spell with boosting, positive imagery, gifting. I guess they don’t realize if I’m off all day it gives me the opportunity to drive around flipping the polarity of their tower network.

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Today I went back up onto the Mt. Washington ridgeline, determined to find the remaining ill-intentioned electromagnetic devices I knew would be strewn along it past where I’d already been at work. I’ve gotten the big ones, now it’s time for the smaller ones. I located a building ringed on the four sides of its roof by panels and deposited a TB in some brush nearby.

While driving along through a somewhat sketchy neighborhood looking for the next tower or set of devices, I came to an intersection, and crossed it. Just after I did, a silver minivan came up behind me, honking its horn, flashing its lights. I thought “did I cut them off? Did I go down a one-way street the wrong way unknowingly? Am I on a “do not enter” road, unwittingly?” I thought the last thing because the road I’d just entered was maximally weird…suddently there were chain link fences on both sides, no parking allowed along it, on the hilltop. The entire hilltop, itself, having no houses on it (in a crowded section of Pittsburgh), and not a public park, either. They then stopped, backed up, turned around, disappeared to my rear.

I proceeded…the road is public, it’s two-way, it’s got speed limit signs on it. Maybe it was the honking/flashing lights, but it felt WEIRD up there, to me, powerfully so. I descended back into another (very sketchy) neighborhood on the “South Shore Slopes”, continued on my way. I shall return to that road after a little research.

Tossed a TB off the Hot Metal bridge.

As I neared home, managed to toss another TB in a great spot near an apartment building at the foot of my neighborhood’s main street. The building bristles with panels on all four of its sides.

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I found this, re: the road I thought was weird:

“On either side of the street, the Housing Authority has fenced off massive amounts of green space. It would make a great park, but as far as we can tell, it’s currently being used as an alien landing strip.”

Interesting intuitive observation, huh?

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Today I returned to the strange, aforementioned Arlington Road at the end of the Mt. Washington/Mt Olive ridgeline. This time I ascended from the bottom, and tossed two TBs about a hundred yards apart in the woods just prior to the open, fenced section at the top. At the top of the hill I U-turned into the entrance of the equally-strange-feeling Loretto cemetery, but chickened out from driving inside.

I traversed back across the upper reaches of the South Side Slopes and saw a cell phone tower sitting prettily in the middle of an old cemetery, St. Michael’s. I deposited one TB right nearby. You see, I have subjectively concluded that the ostensibly harmless ‘cell phone tower’ is actually a high-powered, death-energy-emitting device, deliberately placed in the middle of that cemetery (an existing nexus of old-school, bodily death energy) for a synergistic effect that is intentionally harmful to the general populace.

I’ve also subjectively concluded, through my own research, that simple orgonite devices reverse the polarity of the aforementioned negative energy devices (and the larger matrix they make up) to positive. If you feel inclined, please feel free to research the subject yourself and come to your own conclusions. But I reckon that if you have found this post you may already be on the path of said researching. I send the highest energy to all reading this post, whomever they might be. [Image Can Not Be Found]

I descended onto the South Side Flats and back across the Hot Metal bridge I’d crossed the day before. On the way over it, I tossed another TB into the Monongahela river below. Because I felt like it. Actually, I think the one I tossed yesterday might have hit something and not made it to the water. This one did, though.

Scanning about for other death-energy-emitting devices (Reich called it DOR, for ‘Dead Orgone’ energy), I saw two cell towers, close together, which I’d been unable to get to on the previous trip. I tossed one TB nearby and proceeded down the shore of the Monongahela. Sighting a gigantic red and white tower up on a hilltop to my left, above Hazelwood, I began to try to make my way toward it. After a long, circling approach, I saw that it was…wait for it…in the middle of a GIGANTIC cemetery. I chucked a TB in the brush at the perimeter of the cemetery, somewhat near the towers.

Checking mapquest, I see it was Calvary Cemetery. Two…hundred…acres. I also see that one of the roads up on the peak is named Tesla road, interesting. Driving around the cemetery’s full perimeter, I saw that the road to the top, or what looked like it, is marked ‘private’. Funny, I thought, there’s no homes on that road. There was a white gas company van parked at the mouth of the road or I would have ascended it. The driver checked me out as I drove by. I guess he was on his lunch break.

Descending Squirrel Hill through the Point Breeze neighborhood, I found another absolutely massive cemetery (Homewood Cemetery) in Frick Park. Filled with influential folks, I read on my return home. I drove around its perimeter, couldn’t find anyplace I liked to toss a TB, I shall return. The property it was created from, the Homewood estate, was 650 acres.

I passed “Kinsman Road” on this reconnoiter, which I thought definitely merited a return trip. Because I’ve read that ‘kinsman’ (or ‘kinsmen’) is something that the exclusive, secretive, predatory, worldwide club of ill-intended, influential folks who rule us through subterfuge call themselves. They’re alluding to their, er, genetic interconnectedness, to speak politely.

Heading toward home, I rolled down into the aforementioned East Liberty neighborhood (very downtrodden), and found another very-nasty-looking cell phone tower I hadn’t seen previously. I tossed one TB near it.

To close my gifting day, I cruised over to St. Mary’s cemetery, which abuts my neighborhood. It’s 44 acres, it’s old, many influential Roman Catholic citizens of Pittsburgh are buried there. As I approached, lo and behold, I saw the ubiquitous neighborhood ‘repeater panel’ building, ringed on its four sides by panels, right at the corner of the cemetery. So I tossed a TB about 50 feet from there and returned home.

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I’ll keep this as brief as possible by giving my own subjective conclusions, reached through personal research. Your conclusions may vary.

In what we call ‘prehistory’, a people known as the “Mound Builders” constructed large, earthen mounds over much of what is now the United States. These mounds are filled with the remains of human sacrifice victims, some of them buried alive. Rigorous, multi-generational establishment obfuscation would have you believe they were ‘ancient forts’, or ‘community burial grounds’.

I disagree, and think they are instead ‘wells of souls’, a concept you may have first come into contact with in the film “Raiders of the Lost Ark”. Horrifically, the life energy and pain/anguish of those sacrificed is used to charge the Earth’s energy meridians with that negative death energy, and, further, the souls of those sacrificed are held in thrall within that grid by ill-intended black magicians who were and are ever at work charging and maintaining that grid, antiquity to now.

Who were these people? According to John Heckwelder, an early Moravian missionary, the indigenous “Delaware” Indians called their predecessors, whom they considered to have built the mounds, the “Talligue”/“Talligewi”/“Alligewi”. They called the Allegheny river “Alligewi Sipu”, or the river of the Alligewi.

To get a look at the half-truths and obfuscation practiced by wikipedia, ‘the encyclopedia anyone can edit’, let’s look at their opinion on the etymology of that tribe’s name: “The word Allegheny comes from the Lenape (Delaware) Indians. Although it is usually translated as ‘fine river’ or ‘beautiful river,’ the meaning is not definitively known. There is a Lenape legend of a tribe called “Allegewi” who used to live along the river.”

I bring this up, you see, because one of the biggest of these “well of souls death mounds” was located in what is now Pittsburgh, on top of what is now called Grant Hill, smack in the middle of the financial district. In fact, the Allegheny County Courthouse currently stands directly upon Grant Hill – on that fine old energy node charged with death energy. So the Courthouse, and the County, are named, quite openly, after a murderous tribe that wikipedia doesn’t want to go on about for some reason. As a death-energy bonus, the hill was named Grant Hill in honor of Major James Grant, who was massacred there (along with his column) in the Battle of Fort Duquesne. In which the British took the oh-so-crucial corrupted energy vortex and human sacrifice tumulus from the French.

This is all a preamble for “I tossed a TB right next to Grant Hill today.” Because I’ve subjectively concluded that the simple orgonite device will work tirelessly to balance the energy in that vicinity, changing the intentionally-created dead orgone energy to living. It’s also said that it can help break the bonds of the energy grid I’ve previously described, helping free those souls trapped within it.

Today I also travelled just across the Ohio River and downstream about four miles to McKee’s Rocks, site of another “Mound Builder” human sacrifice tumulus, and tossed another TB in the woods right on its flanks. Older accounts have 31 skeletons having been found within the mound when it was excavated – more recent accounts (and the National Register of Historic Places plaque at the site) have a Mason-tastic “33 skeletons”. My, how they must laugh. For those unfamiliar, ‘33’ is the highest degree obtainable in Masonry. It’s also inexplicably on your Rolling Rock bottle, among many other places. But a deeper discussion of ‘33’ would REALLY slow things down, here.

Study of older manuscripts I located told me that there were other mounds about Pittsburgh, including a small one at the intersection of Second and Hazelwood Avenues. I got the gigantic tower right above Hazelwood a few days back, but will now return to the site of the old mound and see what is to be seen.

There was also said to be a small mound on the “Puckety Road” seven miles from the city, to the north and east…two hundred years ago, the purchase of the land the mound was on “for a Roman Catholic church and for cemetery purposes” put a stop to the work of excavation/investigation of the mound. Similar, quite, to the Vatican, which sits squarely on the top of an ancient Cybele cult human sacrifice temple and attendant necropolis/catacombs. It’s the same all over the world, by the way – ancient, ill-used energy vortices, with whatever snakeoil religion temple of the moment is required slapped on top to hijack the energy of that particular generation. Sad, but true. Or so I’ve subjectively concluded.

I’ve got a line on a 200-plus year old church/graveyard (on Puckety Church Road) that I think is the one mentioned and will be paying it an energy balancing visit soon. Too bad for the bad guys that thousands of years of their elegant, assiduous badness is about to be undone by a $2 hunk of plastic, metal and crystal. Power to the People.

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An well-experienced colleague on this forum has helpfully suggested to me that more than one TB would probably be required for these bigger, ‘harder’ death energy targets/matrices, and I wanted to add that here for the record, for those, like myself, who are getting a feel of ‘what it takes’.

The net of the suggestion was that, while TBs are indeed powerful – just one will take care of even a large, nasty-looking tower – several, in a more ‘gridded’ approach, would most likely be required for these more powerful negative energy ‘loci’.

For instance, a very large cemetery/tower death energy complex would probably require a ring of TBs around its perimeter, with a few more TB’s distributed inside in a gridded fashion. More like four TBs (one at each corner of the property) would probably be required for your average ancient mound full of human sacrifice victims (where I’d tossed just one).

Aside: did you know that wikipedia, ‘the encyclopedia anyone can edit’, does not make one, single mention of human sacrifice in its entire “Mound Builders” article?

Appeal to higher powers (Mary Magdalene, particularly) for assistance in disabling said vortices was also recommended as helpful and practicable in freeing souls from entrapment in soul wells.

In summation, my perception is that no gift is wasted, no placement of an etheric energy balancing piece of orgonite a ‘misstep’…but the ill-intended network we are disabling is large and complex, and that dismantling/decommissioning it will sometimes require a tiered approach.

Decommissioning", I love it. “A general term for a formal process to remove something from active status.”

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I personally like “reclaiming” – as in “reclaiming it for the good guys” because thats what where doing.

The DORKnobs were so kind to put up a huge power source to drive our TBs to help them put out a LOT more POR than they ever could without that tower or tech being there. Thanks for the assist guys!

You could also look at it like you’re “fixing it”. Its putting out DOR. That means its “broken”. We fix them so they work properly and forever (wink) and charge the whole area with POR and keep it that way (and we’re so nice we don’t even send the DORKnobs a bill for our having to make a “service call” – wink).

Never get upset if you see them erecting a new tower or ripping down a small one and putting up something that looks like a replica of the Eiffel tower with all sorts of nasty antennas and drumheads on this. Means the area is important to them and perhaps with your gifting so far, they feel they “need” to maintain (or at least try, futile though it is) control of it.

Just give them a couple days for them to start feeling good about their “win” and then go back to that tower and “reclaim it for the good guys” again. At this point, other than putting up more towers (which is frightfully expensive), there’s little they can do.

As always trust your feelings. If its kind-of feeling to you like 1 TB might not be enough, hold 2 in your hands and see how that feels. If its still not good enough, hold 3 and so on, asking the operators to help you make the correct choice without over-gifting so you have TB’s left to go take out some other manner of death tech too. They will.

And when you’re gifting more than 1 TB, spread them out some. Don’t put them all in the same hole or bush or whatever.

Gene

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Two nights ago, I was crossing the Liberty bridge over to the Ft. Pitt tunnels. I grabbed one of Don Bradley’s ‘slimline’ TBs – they have a flying-saucer-like profile, fly like little frisbees. I flicked it hard out the window, aiming over the railing of the bridge to the river below.

TOO BAD THE WINDOW WAS CLOSED. Wham! a chunk of resin flaked off the rim of the TB, flew back and hit me in the face. To my amazement, while there was a smear of green paint from the TB on the window, the window didn’t shatter or crack. I was surprised, it hit REALLY HARD. I opened the window, rethrew, over the railing it went, splash.

For novice gifters out there, I’ve learned that opening the car window greatly facilitates the orgonite device’s exit from the vehicle through said window.

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HAHA – I did the same thing early on – regular 3oz cupcake TB – bounced off and nearly beaned me. Of course, my excuse is that it was warm out, no wind and after dark where I really thought I’d opened the window and couldn’t see that I hadn’t. OUCH! The noise alone hurt my ears! [Image Can Not Be Found]

Just a resin smudge on the inside of the glass that came off easily and no damage. Amazing! [Image Can Not Be Found];

Window glass is apparently VERY strong though I’d have preferred to have looked up that data rather than have been part of an impromptu, unplanned 'speriment. [Image Can Not Be Found]

So yeah, for all new gifters, especially if you’re doing it after dark, if you’re not 110% sure you’ve actually opened the passenger window, check again before you toss. The life you save could be your own.

Gene

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A good technique is to chuck the TB out of the drivers window over the roof of the car with your left hand, the top window rim will stop your arm and create a sling-shot effect, they will go much further than tossing out the passenger window. Also you don´t have to take your eyes off the road, just make sure you don´t have a cop behind you because the it will be an obvious gesture of littering [Image Can Not Be Found]

cheers,

Alejandro

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I use the ‘sky hook’ as you describe when I’m not worried about people seeing me chuck it. This was with someone not far behind me, on a bridge – a stealth, below the seat-back frisbee toss. I look forward at the road during the athletic part of the throw, for steadiness on the wheel, then glance sideways after it’s launched.

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Back in action in Pittsburgh – since my last gifting run I’ve invested in one of Ben Morton’s Orgone Candles, which I will be posting about here upon receipt. I’m also the proud new owner of a Carol Croft HP, which arrived about a week ago. It’s taken the place of the ‘slimline’ TB I’d been carrying around in my pocket for personal auric field augmentation and protection. I look forward to using it as a conversation piece in the future when introducing someone to the subject of orgonite – I find the HP to be very compelling, visually (moreso than the camo-spray-painted TB). Not that people need to be wowed by glitz, but rather ‘wow, that’s art, AND it’s a device!’ At least that’s what it says to me.

I’m also looking forward to wearing it, under my shirt, through the metal detector next time I travel, to add to the data set re: orgonite and the surmise that metal detectors emit and ‘run on’ Dead Orgone Radiation.

I job interviewed at a company here in Pittsburgh last week, and it seemed to go very well; I’ll know shortly. After the interview I chucked a couple of TB’s out the window of my car into the woods at the back of the large corporate campus just outside of town.

Today I met a guy north of the city, to pick up some car parts I’d gotten from him on craigslist. We met at an old church parking lot near his house…as we talked I eyeballed the old, Baal-pillar (sorry, I mean obelisk)-strewn cemetery. On the way out of the lot I pitched a TB into the heavy brush along the edge of the cemetery.

On the way home I stopped by the post office and mailed a friend of mine in Texas 6 TB’s. I’ve been sending them excerpts from EW posts for awhile and they’ve been enjoying the positivity so I thought their house should be gifted (or whatever they feel should be gifted should be gifted).

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Yesterday, on my way home, I was passing through an area up on Route 279 that’s a real nexus of antennae of various sorts. I’d gifted them all individually in the past, but I found it to be so repugnant as I was driving through it that I chucked another TB into the brush at the side of an on ramp right in the middle of it all.

Today, I moseyed my way down through the Strip District, a mile or two from my house. I identified a large self storage facility with a ring of ‘repeater’ panels around its top. I’ve noticed that a lot of self-storage facilities are ringed by repeater panels. I deposited an orgonite TowerBuster nearby, to continuously transmute the dead, negative energy emitted by those panels into living, positive energy. The simple orgonite device, made from scrap metal, resin, and a little piece of crystal, cost roughly as much as a better-quality disposable toothbrush.

Heading over to the North Shore, driving randomly along, I placed a TB near each panel-equipped building I came to. First an apartment building, then another apartment building. Then I worked my over to the big football stadium here in town. As another recent post on this forum noted, stadiums are energy-production loci, nodes of energy in an ill-created and ill-intended energy matrix that cheap, simple orgonite devices effectively flip to positive. Or so I and others have subjectively concluded.

If you are new to the subject, consider that no one in the mainstream media, or, even more tellingly, hardly even anyone in the so-called alternative media, will speak a word about orgonite – not to praise, not to damn. Kind of like how Wilhelm Reich, whose work is seminal to this discussion, had all his books burned back in the fifties. Burned! Deafening silence surrounds the subject, ask yourself exactly why that might be.

But I digress…I continued on, placing a TB near anything with ‘cell phone’ panels on it. As I look around at how many buildings are ringed by microwave-emitting panels, I wonder subjectively to myself if this much technology is necessary, all this close together, to simply carry cell phone calls. Especially since we know that satellites also carry cell phone traffic. I have personally concluded the panel and tower network DOES, indeed carry cell phone traffic, but it also serves a grimmer purpose in a large mood and mind control matrix that most people have yet to consciously come to grips with. It may also be that I’m a dupe, or a fantasist with an overly vivid imagination. Time will tell.

Yet another apartment building, a warehouse, another random building, all really close to one another, all ringed by panels…all gifted with simple, $3 orgonite devices to simply, cheaply and on an ongoing basis transmute those panels’ negative energy to positive.

And the stadium…heading around the stadium, itself, I placed numerous TB’s in the brush or waste areas all around it. I believe I strewed 7 or 8 in a circle around the facility.

Heading back to the other side of the river, I went back through the Strip District, locating and gifting in the near vicinity of I believe three or four more panel-equipped buildings. Some TB’s in waste areas, some in thick hedges, some in storm drains.

Coming back home, through Lawrenceville, I saw one set of panels that I had no convenient way to gift at that time. I did, however, find another set, not a block away, on top of the “Teamsters Temple”. Temple, yes, right, got it. Death Energy Panel Ringed Temple. So I deposited a TB nearby.

And then I came home to post about it.

It is my hope that reports by myself and others on the effectiveness of distributing simple, inexpensive orgonite devices can perhaps play a part in helping our society shake off the cognitive dissonance and denial that I believe currently afflict it as it regards this subject matter. I also find it positive and inspiring to think that single individuals of modest means can step up and do something truly constructive to resist the negative efforts a hugely-funded, ill-intended, parasitic few who have heretofore in history secretively controlled the many to our collective detriment.

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Yesterday I headed off to Home Depot to buy some picture hanging hooks. It’s maybe three miles from my house, in the East Liberty neighborhood, and I’ve previously gifted all the large ‘cell towers’ in the vicinity. Now I’m trying to gift each and every last panel-clad building and structure. I’m gazing down Penn Avenue, looking, looking – I see a big old church, and, sure enough, hidden up on the roof, behind a low concealing wall, is a ring of panels, painted to match the building. So I deposited a TB nearby.

On the way home from Home Depot, also in East Liberty, I saw another set of panels I hadn’t noticed or gifted previously, up on the top of a condo building. I placed a TB nearby.

If you drive around looking for all the EM-emitting ‘cell phone’ equipment, it’s like an Easter Egg hunt. You’ll find pretty much each and every last one, if you go block by block and really look, because it’s set up to beam energy at YOU, so it’s line of sight.

Crossed the train tracks over into the Shadyside neighborhood, searched, found another set of panels. Gifted them.