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ORMUS - How To Extract Your Own
The following is gleaned from various sources and simplified, so that anyone can do it. I describe what's called the "wet method." Keep in mind that you are not MAKING any ORMUS, since matter (like consciousness) can neither be created nor destroyed. You are merely extracting ORMUS, where ORMUS is a synonym for ORMEs, for Monoatomic Gold, and for the white powder of Gold the Egyptian pharaohs used. The powder you will be extracting contains not just Gold, but other Platinum Group Metals (PGMs) like Iridium, and Rhodium. These are beneficial as well. In addition to the "wet method," ORMUS can also be made from metallic Gold, and can also be converted INTO metallic Gold via a patented process created by David Hudson who discovered the monoatomic element state. The patent is available for download here:
https://patents.google.com/patent/GB2219995A/
The method described in the patent is the one the ancient alchemists were using to extract Gold. ORMUS can be extracted from many different substances but you should use those substances that have the highest concentrations thereof, such as salt from the Dead Sea or salt from the Himalayas. Dried brain tissue is also a source very high in ORMUS, as an example, but this is not practical. Dead Sea salt is not that expensive. If you want an even cheaper source as a starting point, you can use forest soil. Do NOT use regular table salt as this contains no ORMUS at all.
The methods I describe are ones I have used personally to extract ORMUS, which I consume on a daily basis. The immediate effect of my first dose was a slight normalisation of sleep patterns. Your own results will vary. I have been consuming it for about a month now.
Most of the recipes available online say that it's important for the starting solution to not go above pH 10.83 so as to prevent the deposition of so-called Gilchrist Elements, which are toxic, specifically mercury and cadmium. It is not necessary to buy an expensive pH meter to make ORMUS provided you use washing soda (made from baking soda) in place of sodium hydroxide (drain cleaner) since even a concentrated solution of washing soda will never get as high in pH as one of sodium hydroxide.
1. Buy Dead Sea salt. Should be free of added fluouride. You CAN use the Dead Sea Salt intended for bathing purposes. I paid 2.20 Euros for half a kilo at my local Edeka supermarket (in the cosmetics section).
2. Buy baking soda. Since I couldn't find washing soda at my local Edeka and wasn't 100% sure of the German translation, I went with baking soda because its range of other uses is wider than washing soda anyway.
3. Mix the Dead Sea salt with just enough water to dissolve it. You don't need distilled water, which is besides the point because your aim is to extract ORMUS, and any additional ORMUS present in normal water is absent in distilled water.
4. Filter the salt water once through 2 coffee filters. The liquid should be clear.
5. Take about 10% of the weight of the salt in baking soda and put it in a non-teflon steel pan and heat it as hot as possible on the stove for about half an hour. This will drive off some CO2 so do this with a bit of ventilation. When it starts releasing its gases, it will look like it's boiling, despite being completely dry. Turn off the heat when the powder stops "bubbling" and set it aside to cool.
6. Add just enough water to the washing soda (which you made from the baking soda) to dissolve it. Again, you don't need to use distilled water. The liquid should be clear. If not, then filter it through a double coffee filter.
7. You can use any appropriate reaction vessel(s) made from glass, steel or plastic. Just avoid aluminium or anything coated with teflon.
8. While stirring the salt solution, add the washing solution to it. The liquid should instantly turn bright white. That is your ORMUS suspended in colloidial form.
9. Cover the reaction vessel so that no light gets to it and let it sit for several days. Check it often until you see that the white powder has settled to the bottom of the vessel and the liquid above it is perfectly clear.
10. Drain the clear liquid in such a way as to not disturb the sediment at the bottom and throw it away. Do not use this liquid for anything. To do so, suck the liquid off using a plastic tube and try to get as much as possible. If you don't have a tube use a turkey baster, or absent even that, just carefully pour the liquid off.
11. Add fresh tap water to the sediment (the ORMUS) and mix it thoroughly. Repeat step 9, that is to say, let it sit covered from light for as long as it takes for the ORMUS to settle back down again and you have a layer of clear liquid above it.
12. Drain this liquid again, like you did the first time, and repeat this step 2-3 more times, or until such time as the clear liquid has virtually no taste.
13. Drain it a final time, and transfer the sediment to a steel pot, and heat it for as long as it takes to drive off all the water and burn off any organics that might still be in it. The resulting white powder shouldn't stick to the insides of the pot, and should be white and fluffy in texture.
14. After the ORMUS cools down, transfer it to a jar or other vessel and keep it out of sunlight.
15. To determine the optimal dose, you should take about 1 teaspoon for your initial dose. It tastes like clay or chalk, so swallow some water afterwards. If you exhibit any gastrointestinal troubles like diarrhea, then the dose is too high. Keep lowering the dose until you don't have any diarrhea. For me, that daily dose is about 1/2 of a very small coffee spoon (like a small teaspoon).
How to Extract ORMUS from Forest Soil
You would proceed exactly the same way as with the salt. The only difference here is that the amount of active ingredients that will get into solution is not know beforehand.
1. Mix the soil with water in a big bucket to form a loose, watery mud. The soil you should be aiming for is in the forest, but about 20-30 cm deep so as to be as free as possible from things like pine needles, dead leaves, branches and rocks.
2. After the mud has settled, drain the clear water from the top and filter it. Then throw the soil away. At this point you would treat this solution just like the salt solution and proceed to do steps 4-15 where this time you would simply estimate the amount of washing soda you need. Don't worry about using too much or too little. If you use too little, you'll only extract a portion of the ORMUS present. Not a big deal. If you use too much, the excess will be drained off when you do the decantation (extracting the clear water from the top). Also not a big deal. In both cases, by using washing soda made from baking soda the pH never exceeds that critical level of 10.83.
Making ORMUS from a Stone
I found a fascinating stone in a puddle of my own urine behind a transformer station at Pleystein, Germany. Pleystein is called the "Rose Quartz City" and this stone was a fascinating lump of polycrystalline rose quartz on a substrate of limestone. Originally I did not intend to extract any ORMUS from this stone, but merely to remove the limestone substrate and have a beautiful specimen of rose quartz.
I placed the stone in a plastic yogurt container and added vinegar. Soon, some bubbles started appearing and I checked it again 12 hours later. By this time, the stone stopped forming bubbles. Tasting the vinegar, I found that it was no longer acidic, so I dumped it into a pot, and added fresh vinegar. I kept repeating the procedure every 12 hours and used about 2.5 liters of white vinegar. Each time, I would save the spent vinegar. The quartz portion of the stone kept getting smaller and smaller, before the limestone substrate completely dissolved. By now the stone was only half its size with random small crystals having crumbled away. I now took all the spent vinegar, which had dried on its own because I kept it on my radiator, and reconstituted it into a liquid form, this time using water. This was then filtered through a double filter and the filtrate was not observed to contain as many crystals as had come off the original stone. My theory is that the long action of the vinegar may have dissolved some interstitial limestone that had been absorbed between the crystals during their formation via capillary action.
I now proceeded to boil this down and then burn the resulting white powder to get out any organics. This took several hours and the result was a grey ash. This was then re-mixed with water and then filtered. The resulting liquid had an interesting pinkish tan colour similar to the rose quartz. To this, I added a washing soda solution, and the result was a tiny amount of sediment containing ORMUS. Not enough to make the whole thing worthwhile, but an interesting experiment nevertheless.
If you have any previous experience in wine making, you can use the same basic equipment for the filtration and decantation of ORMUS. Like wine, ORMUS needs to be kept away from sunlight, as well as from any powerful magnetic fields, like a microwave oven or cell phone.
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I was a Greenlandic Spy in Iceland!
(but on second thought, it could've been the other way around)
(we may never know)
It was a dark and moonless night. An eerie wind was howling like a banshee, and I was freezing to the bone on a cold and desolate Manhattan street in February.
Although I was mere meters away from my building, I decided to stop at a bar to get something to warm me up. Ordered a double vodka, and a large instant coffee. As I drank the liquids, my focus started expanding, and I soon realised I was sitting next to a young man wearing just a T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. He looked vaguely asiatic, and spoke in a guttural, well-measured accent when he asked me if I was OK.
I was, I told him, it was just the -15 C weather we were having. I asked him why he was dressed so lightly, and he told me he was an Inuit, from Greenland. I was fascinated, and quickly informed him that every country on Earth has at least one restaurant in NYC, save for two: Canada and Greenland. "Now, why is that?" I asked him.
Over the next few hours, he proceeded to tell me all about Greenland, its rich history, its culture, and even its unique flavour of Rap Music. One drink led to another and soon I passed out, awakening the next day in my apartment with Knut, my new-found friend and mentor busily carving some of the chicken bones in my trash into beautiful works of native figural art. I rushed to the window and looked down at the snow. From the bar, I could see two sets of footprints, which gradually merged into just one.
"Oh yeah, that's where I had to carry you" he said, as if reading my very thoughts. He was, after all, a powerfully-built man who once killed a humpback whale with his bare hands. A man who had lived most of his life in an Igloo, listening to rap music, out on the frozen tundra under the northern lights.
I could sense that something was troubling him, and I wanted to know what it was. "It's bad, really bad," he said, as his high cheekbones got even higher. "Greenland is in a lot of trouble, and it needs YOUR help!" I asked him why I would be a better candidate for doing the job than someone like him, so he explained the situation in great detail.
Apparently, Iceland had been usurping Greenland's fishing rights and passing off some of their own fish and fish products as their own using a technique known as "slant-fishing." Since he was also the well-known son of an Inuit nobleman, going undercover was out of the question. He needed EVIDENCE, and he needed it fast, so he could present it at the UN, and somehow release his father from a 10,000 Kronur gambling debt. If I was successful, I would be richly rewarded with native Inuit bone carvings, AND the hand of his sister in marriage. When I contemplated the endearing photo of his sister he pulled out of his wallet, I knew I had to do something. Save Greenland, and save his father from certain debt AND get married to the most beautiful woman in Sisimiut.
My mission, should I accept it, was simple: to get a job under very deep cover inside a fish processing plant in Iceland. NO mention of Greenland, Knut, his sister, or the 10,000 Kronur. I had to do the work of a fish-processing plant employee but gather as much intelligence as I could "by any means necessary," his exact words.
By the end of the week I was on a plane to Keflavik. I had sold all my possessions so I could be more mobile, and, above all, to do the grim task that had been assigned to me. The next two years were abject slavery, and the pay was so low that I could only afford an apartment if I shared it with 7 other guys. But every day I would gather intelligence: I had photographs of the whole building, the exact measurements of the pallets the fish were going out on, the dimensions of the fish, and even found out the names of all the people who worked at the plant. Here they all were, committing ATROCITIES against the peaceful people of Greenland, unaware that I was so deviously gathering all that intelligence against them.
Every day, I would compress my photos and text into an e-mail and sent it to an incognito-sounding dot GL address. About once a month, I would get a response from Knut saying "You're doing a great job! Nobody suspects a thing! My sister is waiting for you! Naked!"
One day, the guys at the apartment decided to throw a big party. I didn't really know any of them, even though we all worked at the same factory, since they were all from different countries and none of them spoke any English, or so I thought. As the evening went on, and we were having a great time just communicating with hand gestures and bad Icelandic, the guy from Malta started singing a drinking song in English. I asked him (and everybody else) "so, who else speaks English here?" and everybody said YES. I was stunned! We were all quite drunk, and one of the Indian-looking men asked me why I would sometimes scream out the name "Knut," or "Knut's sister" when I had nightmares, or the words Kalaalit Nunaat, the Inuit name for Greenland. Within about 5 minutes, we figured out that we ALL knew Knut! Not just that, but we were all supposed to have his (hitherto unnamed) sister's hand in marriage, and we had all been told we were undercover Greenlandic agents!
The jig was up! As we pieced together the info we had, we figured we had ALL been conned, where the whole purpose was to get us to work in Knut's (not his real name) fish-processing plant in Iceland because none of the locals were willing to do the grueling work for such low wages. There was no ongoing dispute between Greenland and Iceland, and it had all been a not-so-elaborate scam.
Dejected, we all quit, and as I sat in the waiting room at the unemployment office, I noticed an ad for a job. What job would that be? Undercover ICELANDIC agent, preferrably someone who didn't look too Icelandic. Place of work? Greenland.
"No, thanks." I thought. "It's probably got something to do with smuggling ice cores." No. Thanks.
#fiction
75 views · Jan 8th, 2020
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I was a Greenlandic Spy in Iceland!
(but on second thought, it could've been the other way around)
(we may never know)
It was a dark and moonless night. An eerie wind was howling like a banshee, and I was freezing to the bone on a cold and desolate Manhattan street in February.
Although I was mere meters away from my building, I decided to stop at a bar to get something to warm me up. Ordered a double vodka, and a large instant coffee. As I drank the liquids, my focus started expanding, and I soon realised I was sitting next to a young man wearing just a T-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. He looked vaguely asiatic, and spoke in a guttural, well-measured accent when he asked me if I was OK.
I was, I told him, it was just the -15 C weather we were having. I asked him why he was dressed so lightly, and he told me he was an Inuit, from Greenland. I was fascinated, and quickly informed him that every country on Earth has at least one restaurant in NYC, save for two: Canada and Greenland. "Now, why is that?" I asked him.
Over the next few hours, he proceeded to tell me all about Greenland, its rich history, its culture, and even its unique flavour of Rap Music. One drink led to another and soon I passed out, awakening the next day in my apartment with Knut, my new-found friend and mentor busily carving some of the chicken bones in my trash into beautiful works of native figural art. I rushed to the window and looked down at the snow. From the bar, I could see two sets of footprints, which gradually merged into just one.
"Oh yeah, that's where I had to carry you" he said, as if reading my very thoughts. He was, after all, a powerfully-built man who once killed a humpback whale with his bare hands. A man who had lived most of his life in an Igloo, listening to rap music, out on the frozen tundra under the northern lights.
I could sense that something was troubling him, and I wanted to know what it was. "It's bad, really bad," he said, as his high cheekbones got even higher. "Greenland is in a lot of trouble, and it needs YOUR help!" I asked him why I would be a better candidate for doing the job than someone like him, so he explained the situation in great detail.
Apparently, Iceland had been usurping Greenland's fishing rights and passing off some of their own fish and fish products as their own using a technique known as "slant-fishing." Since he was also the well-known son of an Inuit nobleman, going undercover was out of the question. He needed EVIDENCE, and he needed it fast, so he could present it at the UN, and somehow release his father from a 10,000 Kronur gambling debt. If I was successful, I would be richly rewarded with native Inuit bone carvings, AND the hand of his sister in marriage. When I contemplated the endearing photo of his sister he pulled out of his wallet, I knew I had to do something. Save Greenland, and save his father from certain debt AND get married to the most beautiful woman in Sisimiut.
My mission, should I accept it, was simple: to get a job under very deep cover inside a fish processing plant in Iceland. NO mention of Greenland, Knut, his sister, or the 10,000 Kronur. I had to do the work of a fish-processing plant employee but gather as much intelligence as I could "by any means necessary," his exact words.
By the end of the week I was on a plane to Keflavik. I had sold all my possessions so I could be more mobile, and, above all, to do the grim task that had been assigned to me. The next two years were abject slavery, and the pay was so low that I could only afford an apartment if I shared it with 7 other guys. But every day I would gather intelligence: I had photographs of the whole building, the exact measurements of the pallets the fish were going out on, the dimensions of the fish, and even found out the names of all the people who worked at the plant. Here they all were, committing ATROCITIES against the peaceful people of Greenland, unaware that I was so deviously gathering all that intelligence against them.
Every day, I would compress my photos and text into an e-mail and sent it to an incognito-sounding dot GL address. About once a month, I would get a response from Knut saying "You're doing a great job! Nobody suspects a thing! My sister is waiting for you! Naked!"
One day, the guys at the apartment decided to throw a big party. I didn't really know any of them, even though we all worked at the same factory, since they were all from different countries and none of them spoke any English, or so I thought. As the evening went on, and we were having a great time just communicating with hand gestures and bad Icelandic, the guy from Malta started singing a drinking song in English. I asked him (and everybody else) "so, who else speaks English here?" and everybody said YES. I was stunned! We were all quite drunk, and one of the Indian-looking men asked me why I would sometimes scream out the name "Knut," or "Knut's sister" when I had nightmares, or the words Kalaalit Nunaat, the Inuit name for Greenland. Within about 5 minutes, we figured out that we ALL knew Knut! Not just that, but we were all supposed to have his (hitherto unnamed) sister's hand in marriage, and we had all been told we were undercover Greenlandic agents!
The jig was up! As we pieced together the info we had, we figured we had ALL been conned, where the whole purpose was to get us to work in Knut's (not his real name) fish-processing plant in Iceland because none of the locals were willing to do the grueling work for such low wages. There was no ongoing dispute between Greenland and Iceland, and it had all been a not-so-elaborate scam.
Dejected, we all quit, and as I sat in the waiting room at the unemployment office, I noticed an ad for a job. What job would that be? Undercover ICELANDIC agent, preferrably someone who didn't look too Icelandic. Place of work? Greenland.
"No, thanks." I thought. "It's probably got something to do with smuggling ice cores." No. Thanks.
#fiction
75 views · Jan 8th, 2020
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