A View to a Shrill

Nothing is permanent except change, but don’t quote me on it!

(last updated: 17 January 2023)

In the 2010’s, I lived in central Jerusalem and from my balcony I observed various things.

[ 2015 ]

Once there was a group of Ethiopian girls chatting down below. And another time on the same stairs I saw a guy roughing up his girlfriend while kissing her. He did the same thing to another girl the following day.

Treat ’em mean, keep ’em keen! 

One night I was fast asleep and woke to loud voices and strange sounds. Barely awake, I went to the balcony and saw down below a mob and they weren’t about to sing Kumbaya!

The group had come from a nearby Ethiopian bar. Further reinforcements were rolling in – and not of the police kind. It was about 3am and the streets were otherwise dead. It looked like there was going to be some type of brawl. It was hard to tell what was happening (or going to happen.)

I didn’t like it. I felt I had to cause a distraction – fast. Yelling would be ridiculous so I went inside and found my cowbell!

Years earlier I stopped a bag-snatching mid-way through the attack in a similar situation.

I started playing really loudly and being concrete everywhere, the cowbell’s shrill bounced around the whole courtyard. I was lying down because I didn’t want anyone to see me. However, the ground was cold and blocking my ears was difficult.

I peered over the ledge. There seemed to be a verbal fight concentrated under the arches.

Latin clave rhythms for the win!

People started losing focus and looking around for a drummer. Soon enough the mob dissipated and I could go back to sleep.

Other nicer things to happen on my balcony were sprouts, compost, snow and starting the search for Ormus.

I also made Orgonite from crystals purchased on Ebay.

C’est la vie!

✓ 1 year ago

Danny’s Orgonite

As mentioned Danny wore crystals. One day he discovered orgonite at a percussion store where he was playing.

Store guy: Dude, those crystals are fire [points to his necklace]

Danny: Yep, yep. Tourmaline from Erongo in Namibia. Cheap.. [pause] but priceless [holds it up] . I have it covering my heart.

Store guy: You know about orgonite, there’s a lady across the street who makes it.

Danny: I’ve heard about it, I want to make some.

Store guy: You should [points to the piece on his table]

Danny: I’ll have to crush these babies [holds up necklace again]

Store guy: Maybe not that one. But it’ll be cool, you’ll see. There’s a bit of work involved.

Danny: What exactly does it do?

Store guy: It gives you a supernatural spirit.

Danny: I know, and who doesn’t want that? Right?

Store guy: Your ego. Haha. [Danny smiles]

Danny: Have you got one to sell?

Store: Head across the road, she’ll sort you out.

Danny: Alright cool.

Note: the relevance to this story is that Danny’s orgonite piece can be the key to how the Bazzu ship found him – it amplified his aura while skiing. Brigitte can also be carrying an orgonite piece when they meet. She made it herself, but Danny bought his.
✓ 3 years ago