<blockquote>Also, have any of you heard of the work around pyramids as seed charging technology?</blockquote>
Not exactly, but here's a first hand experience:
Back in the '70s I and my ex were traveling around when my car broke down in Eugene, OR. Some people I knew had a house there and we stayed in their basement for a couple weeks while I got my car fixed, delaying our last 200 miles to get back home. A couple of guys in that house had recently been to the SW deserts and returned with a pickup bed full of peyote buttons. They built racks all through the garage and breezeway and these were all covered with the buttons. But it was very cold and damp in Eugene at the time and they were losing much of their harvest to mold. So, they were selling buttons very cheap to cut their losses. When I got the car going, I called my neighbors back home and took their orders for however many each wanted.
I got the ones from the breezeway that had less of the mold problem, but there was some percentage of these that were also infected. Anyway, I got home and distributed the lot to my happy neighbors. One neighbor lady had just had a baby and tripped with everyone but didn't come down. Instead, the experience seemed to launch her into a postpartum psychosis and on into a very schizophrenia like condition. This made everyone stop using the buttons and deal with our more pressing issue of what to do about our troubled friend.
Everyone put away their buttons for further reference. In one case, a neighbor had built a scale model, maybe 20 inches tall, of the Cheops Pyramid from four triangles of cardboard and put this up in the overhead of another neighbor's cabin. He adjusted it to line up with he four directions in a place near the heat stove below in the room, trying to stop the advance of the mold. It was <em>his</em> wife who had tripped out and his buttons were basically forgotten under the pyramid for quite a long time. The pyramid had gathered dust for some years and one day I was at that cabin and we all decided to have a look at the dried buttons. The guy who owned them had since moved away.
What we found was astounding. All the buttons that had the mold had dried perfectly. The ones which had been green and fresh looking when placed there were still alive and growing, sitting on the wooden boards with no soil or roots. They were plump, firm, and fully as moist and alive inside as any fresh live button. There was only one difference between these and normal live Lophs, they were as white as snow or a sheet of bleached paper.
I became convinced of pyramid power that day.
