What we're all doing with orgonite is real magic by any standards, of course, but it's not sensationalized--probably can't be sensationalized.
I saw a fellow take his fingers off and replace them in the middle of a small crowd in a bowling alley. I noticed that his associate was walking close around the edge of the crowd and I assumed that one was picking pockets. They left really fast
A Persian friend told me that when he was in the army (that was before the war that destroyed both countries) he was a teacher in a rural village, where clearly saw a man remove his head and replace it during a ceremony.
Sensationalism is perhaps just a distraction that keeps us from looking at reality with a balanced mind, which is why the disinformation websites get a lot more traffic than the substantive ones do.
That's not to say that the African witch doctor in the film isn't performing a legitimate task, of course. I didn't get a creepy feeling from it but that's only my personal impression, of course. I read about an initiation rite for young men in West Africa in which a drum was turned into a hyperdimensional portal that the initiate had to jump into. Talk about trust!
When I do firewalks it doesn't feel sensational or even strange. When we bust a big blue hole with a home-made cloudbuster in a DOR-saturated sky it also doesn't feel sensational, though it's a lot of fun and it's genuinely empowering.
I gotta tell ya that this flying thing is pretty daunting. On my own, I still haven't done more than hop up around fifty feet while going down teh runway a few times but at least that experience boosted my confidence and also put an end to my anxiety-induced insomnia a month ago. I've got one more lesson in Roger's plane, then he's going to start coaching me over the radio from the ground, here at the field.
It snowed a lot last week. I laboriously shovelled through the foot of snow from the hangar to the taxiway, then the guys plowed the runway and taxiway, then the next couple of days all the snow melted but it looks like my final lesson will be coming up on Saturday, grid willing.
Anthony W told me that he thinks it's an absolute hoot to consider me flying that funny little airplane to a mountain top, dropping equally ridiculous, apparently inane objects on a billion-dollar death ray array and disabling it. Nobody appreciates the humor of this scenario more than I do, though.
Hey, what do you suppose the Unorganized Etheric Air Force will look like in five years? I bet it will have some real airplanes in it. Maybe we'll have a C-130 to drop cloudbusters all across the Sahara, for instance. Talk about humble beginnings!