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Oranur Numbers, Orgone Stories & Firehorses

Happy New Globalist, Gunpowder-Celebrated, Noisy, Somewhat Stupid, Drunken, New Year. Bah Humbug I say! Of course, as the Chinese and the ancients knew very well the year doesn’t really start a few days after the midwinter equinox but in the energetically and orgonotically appropriate time - the beginning of Spring. Saying the year begins on January the First, just after the middle of winter, is a bit like saying the day begins at about 4.05am precisely. Crazy, but then we’re ruled by geriatric lunatics with a fondness for the darkness who want to live forever as the reincarnation of a ZX Spectrum (a very old personal computer)! So let’s welcome year of the crazy horse, even if it is a bit early (it is soon to be Chinese Year of the Fire Horse of course).

Another energetically appropriate time for a new year could be the winter equinox. Everything begins in the darkness - including you and me. They don’t have bright fluorescent lights in the womb. Not yet anyway, they’re working on it. The early Christians may have thought December 25th, a good and wholesomely less pagan day for New Year. Though all our Western dates are pagan really.

The Romans developed the 12 month calendar and named January after their two-faced god of beginnings, Janus. Two might just be an important number this year according to the oranur energy numbers - more later. This is why our month dates are mixed up, September meaning seven and October eight and so on, we had ten months originally.

Each year I run a set of seven dowsed numbers via the oranur orgone energy cabinet with a special energy dowsing process. I don’t feel my mind can control this dowsing at all, and I’ve tried. In 2023 and 2024 they predicted the key date and events of the year. For an overview of the past year numbers, see this article… orgone by numbers

I feel the numbers for 2025 were also predictive, saying there would be a step by step process with Trump in the centre. No key date was given.

This year I have added in two ‘mechanically’ derived oranur numbers. I place an electronic subtle energy wheel device on top of the oranur cabinet after a meditation, and immediately after the oranur dowsing. Each time the wheel fins go past the electronic sensor it creates a click. This is then counted. So the oranur chose the last two numbers directly, it could be said. I oranur-dowsed for the number of wheel-derived numbers to add to the previous seven and it said two. So nine overall this year.

The oranur-dowsed numbers for 2026 are:

26, 47, 2, 2, 6, 13, 55.

The oranur-mechanical, wheel numbers are:

3, 23.

So the first number in the set of 9, counting both types of numbers, is 26, perhaps referring to the key nature of this year. This was also reflected in the mechanical numbers, as the zero point for counting occurred at 26 seconds into the video of the wheel process. The sum of the mechanical numbers is also 26. So beginnings and endings in ‘26.

The second dowsed number, 47, obviously refers to Trump, the 47th president of the US. He was also in the numbers last year. He gets around a bit.

There are three occurrences of the digit ‘2’ adding up to 6. Two of the 2’s were next door, making a ‘power’ number, 22. The pivot number in the middle was ‘2’ so a second occurrence of something or a two will be significant this year as well as power plays.

There was two occurrences of the ‘6’ as well as a ‘6’ from the three 2’s. Thus 6,6,6. In addition there was a ‘13’ which represented violence and terrorism/warfare in 2023’s numbers. This can go with the ‘13’ in this year’s numbers which represented great suffering in 2023’s numbers. Thirteen also represents both the US and Israe1 (13 original states and the Festival of Purim, a deliverance which occurred on the 13th).

Fifty five, the last of the dowsed numbers is a common gematria for ‘Satan’.

The two mechanically derived, non-dowsed numbers were 3 and 23. The stop points for those numbers were 36 seconds (3 x 6 at all?) and 58 seconds (5 + 8 = 13?). These numbers seem to be amplifying the dowsed numbers, the 3 x 6 mainly and the 13. It is interesting that both sets of numbers began with a 26 (dowsed number one and zero point for collecting the mechanical numbers) The entire dataset also ends with a 26, the sum of the mechanical numbers.

Twenty three is the number of ‘pairs’ (2’s) of our genetic chromosomes. (Two was the pivot number in the dowsed numbers. It pivots the others as there are three numbers either side of it).

Also 23 could be referring to the strange ‘oranur rumble’ sound the orgone cabinet has made on occasions - this is mostly 32 Hertz frequency - a mirror of 23. On the subject of the pivot number, the sum of numbers either side of the pivot was 75 and 74 suggesting being a ‘single step’ away from something, or the beginning of a long countdown. The numbers in gematria are not particularly jolly, ‘Order Out of Chaos’ and ‘New World Order’ for ‘75’ - Reduction, ‘Masonic’ and ‘Killing’ for 74 - Ordinal.

The sum of the dowsed numbers is a special prime number (151). I consider primes a kind of self-centred number to some extent. They only factor with themselves and one. Whereas some numbers are much more ‘sociable’. The number for earth (4) and the number for the heavens (12) get on very well. Four factors, or divides, into twelve three times exactly of course. The number 151 on the other hand is a palindromic prime, the 36th prime overall (3 x 6 again) and a mathematical ‘lucky’ number according to Erastothenes sieve theory. This is a mathematical term rather than an actual lucky number. So it could be an ironic statement.

According to Zachary Hubbard in Letters and Numbers, 151 is a key number that references Jesus Christ as well as links to 666. He puts it better than I can paraphrase, so I quote;

“ ‘Jesus Christ’, in Ordinal Gematria, sums to 151 as well. The number 151 is the 36th prime number and it has a direct mathematical relationship to 666. The number 666 is the 36th triangular number, meaning if you sum 1 through 36 together, it totals 666.” pp52.

It doesn’t look like there is a key date implied by this year’s oranur numbers but there are hints at 23rd March and 11th February, Spring time anyway. But the year numbers with specific dates (2023 and 2024) had them spelled out so to speak. But I’ve never used mechanical numbers before in the year sequences so I don’t know what they may mean.

Anyway as one can see the numbers do not look too pleasant. I’d buy some extra tins of beans and be extra nice to your neighbours perhaps.

Oranur Consciousness Experiment

As for myself I’ve been pretty busy over Christmas. Working a little, the usual celebrations and finishing the oranur consciousness experiment as I was aiming to do, just a few days before Christmas day. Then over the break I’ve been working on Part One of a formal paper on the experiment.

Lastly, I want to finish off with the first part of an instalment series, as promised, about my personal journey in orgonomy from childhood to now..

My Orgone Story, Part #1

Once upon a tine there was an orgone box. It certainly had an energy of its own. Orgone devices are a little like organisms, they have auras, energies, ups and downs. Anyway, this is its story, and that of a human related to it..

The story started on the top floor of a house in Hampstead, and I was a young child. We were not far from the green and lovely heath, a big area of semi-wild parkland right in the heart of central North-West London. Stretches all the way from Kentish Town or NW1 right up to the even posher folks on the hill in Highgate, N8. South End Green was the nicest bit of Hampstead in those days and it was in NW3 as it is called. Our road ended right onto the Heath. It was one of the places I grew up in with my Dad. Populated with woodland, green fields, and near Parliament Hill with views over the whole of London. Parliament Hill was the best place to toboggan – the one winter it snowed in London. The house we lived in was a bohemian cooperative: sculptors, lecturers and mysterious types, all lived there with a room or two each, an old style payphone in the hall, stained glass front door 4 inches thick, borrowed from a pub.

I got my nickname nearby from an elderly ex-member of Trotsky’s Red Army. He used to pass us in the street and called me Leonchik, which my Dad adopted.

We had lived all over the housing co-operative but now we had the top floor, two rooms and a kitchen all of our own. We didn’t have a kitchen before. Dad’s rooms were a bedsit and then a double bedsit. It was in the Freud room upstairs, which doubled as a spare bedroom for me where I met orgonomy for the first time (the science of the study of orgone, a subtle energy or life-force). Dad had an original Victorian, iron-framed, horse-hair Viennese Freud couch in this room and a datk green leather-topped desk. I think the couch doubled up as my bed when I stayed over every other weekend from my Mum’s in Crouch End. Always on the couch was a little orgone blanket. Dad had been interested in and influenced by Reich throughout his work, which was as a psychotherapist and lecturer at the North London Polytechnic at the time.

Dad said not to sleep with the orgone blanket on as it would give me intense dreams if I did. So naturally, one night I fell asleep with it on and I did have the most intense dreams. Different from any I normally had. It was then that I knew there was something real to this orgone lark. An energy had affected me that night for sure. I must’ve been about 7 or 8 maybe younger.

The next event in the story of the box was when I was a teen, maybe about 13 or perhaps a little younger. I was playing piano in the downstairs lounge, which was now part of Dad’s flat. It had been converted into flats by this time, so no longer a co-op. Dad had nearly lost a fortune on the conversion as the builders, related to the Irish ‘Screamers’ a kind of orgonomic offshoot group, had messed up some of the work. Anyway, it all got sorted in the end.

Dad had bought next door’s grand piano, which had to be hauled through the windows, into our front lounge. My best friend lived next door, Ben. My first words to him were, ‘Bang, bang, you’re dead’. I was about 4 or 5. We’re still friends now. Playing this piano I noticed that amongst the Reich books, which happened to be on a lower shelf at about eye level from the piano stool, was an interesting cover on a book. It was Peter Reich’s ‘Book of Dreams’. An autobiographical account of the young boy’s life growing up within the hothouse atmosphere of orgonomy and Wilhelm Reich’s tumultuous life in science in the 1950s. Peter took part in the development of the cloudbuster and the first energised cloudbuster called a ‘spacegun’.

I read that book and it made a deep impression on me, as it must’ve done for Kate Bush too, as it featured in her Cloudbusting song and video. Orgonomy then went back to sleep in my life. My mum moved us to Nottingham, where I had a rather difficult time, and then I moved back to London with my Dad at 16. I was smoking bad ‘pot’, not eating properly, going to lots of parties and studying hard at college. I had a complete nervous and psychic breakdown which took a year or so to recover. I had traditional psychotherapy for 6 months paid for by my Dad and then started practising Nichiren Shoshu Japanese Buddhism, which I continued for many years. It renamed itself the Soka Gakkai International after the lay movement fell out with the priests. I continued as a Buddhist into my early 30s.

I didn’t have any idea of what I wanted to do with my life. I had cycled all the way to Switzerland at the age of about 18, from Calais. And I loved music, at which I was thinking I would become a professional, but really I had nothing to which I was truly committed. Work-wise my Dad, himself a professional musician in his younger days, had said, ‘Leon, get yourself a trade, then you’ll always be alright.’ I moved to Liverpool at about the age of 20 with a Buddhist girlfriend, a Jewish artist from Golders Green. I had started music college in Liverpool to be with her and for a change. But although I am a good improviser as a musician, technically I was a bit backward, so I was in a beginner’s class which I found really boring but difficult at the same time. The relationship ended with the Buddhist girl but I stayed in Liverpool and signed onto the dole. I moved to a down trodden neighbourhood called Tuebrook where I rented an attic room for just a few quid a week. The house was a mess but I tidied it up and made it alright.

Eventually I trained as a nurse in Walton and Fazakerly hospitals in Liverpool (because I couldn’t find any other work). Then at the age of 30 I started to train again - but as an acupuncturist (in order to escape nursing!) I still hadn’t found my mojo - my true vocation, but acupuncture seemed like a good move in the meantime. I enjoyed being a student nurse but I was not at all suited to nursing as a qualified nurse. Likewise with acupuncture. I liked being a student but would not have become a competent practitioner without the extensive guidance I had from my partner then who was also an acupuncturist, and a true natural at acupuncture. We married and had two kids. We divorced but are still friends.

The next stage in the life of the orgone box was when I found out that there were two options at the end of the 3-year higher diploma acupuncture course. I could do a Masters degree, choosing a research topic of one’s choice, or I could go to China for a few months. I chose the former. The college was in a huge Georgian townhouse and was very beautiful. Walking out a busy classroom that blazing sunny summer afternoon in York city centre I remembered Peter Reich’s book and what an impression it had made on me. There and then I decided to follow an academic path in my life, although I’d never thought of myself as academic before. I had found my mojo for the first time in my life. I can vividly remember the hallway of the college that afternoon for some reason. I would have as my research topic, ‘Is orgone and Qi, the energy in Chinese medicine, the same thing?’ What a rabbit-hole that opened for me!

In looking at orgone and Qi I had both the theoretical side: what are the commonalities between the two theories? And the practical side: investigating if orgone and qi really are similar energies. The theoretical side had been touched upon before by a German academic, Bernd Senf in the late 1970s and a few others had speculated here and there, but my study systematically found about 60 parallels, most of them new, between Reich’s theories and the Chinese medical views. Correlations were there in terms of all the main colours, all the main energy movements, and the main energy channels. Pretty much every aspect of orgone corresponds to an aspect of Qi. For example, the main colour of orgone and Qi is blue when healthy and red when overcharged.

The practical side of the study was difficult, It involved a full double-blind, placebo-controlled experimental study with 72 participants. One of my tutors told a class below us that it was a wonder I hadn’t topped myself, such was the pressure on me. Nice. He was my assistant supervisor. I think he was quite proud of how controversial it was. Everything, both from within the college and outside it that could have been thrown in my way, was. Both the college and the externals were less than happy it could be said. At least it felt that way to me. This meant my study, and the way I wrote it up, was just about the most scrutinised master’s paper the college had ever known. In fact, I believe it changed the way master’s papers were viewed by the whole mainstream in the UK. No longer could controversial master’s papers be tolerated or ignored. Nowadays papers on fringe topics don’t even get to be considered, let alone actually written.

I did have some amazing good luck with the paper’s practical work. I got some support from an alternative health centre and because I was dating a schoolteacher called Lori (this was before my marriage to an acupuncturist). I carried out the actual experimental study near her place. Coincidentally, it was where James Demeo, the only other holder of an experimental master’s paper in orgonomy, carried out the practical study for his own thesis. Some of the same people even ended up helping us both (at the Centre for the Improvement of Human Functioning – now defunct). I suspect that this organisation wasn’t too popular with the powers that be after helping both James and myself. The place was absolutely thriving when I was there. A big winding private road, private lake, a big Russian style outdoor pyramid the size of a house, labs, a café, teaching areas, clinic rooms, the lot. They specialised in helping people with ADHD treat themselves using natural methods, particularly diet.

The thing that made part of the difference for me though was probably the weather. Which reminds me, my favourite thing about the location, besides the easy driving was the locusts. Each tree or bush hosted a cicada. They make the most wonderful sound at night. Like crickets on acid. I love locusts. Whilst I was there the weather was dry, hot and consistently the same throughout the study. Seeing as I, in my naivety, employed only a moderately strong orgone accumulator (just a 3 orgone ply or 6 actual layers in a 1-foot square box) and had only a short treatment time (just 10 minutes) for the orgone effects to take place (if there was any). It was amazing that I got any statistical significance at all. Nowadays it would be a much better set up and I also know that younger, female, more active volunteers would score higher. I know that it is essential to have the strongest possible ORAC and a longer treatment time. Still, it kind of adds to the strength of the study that the conditions for its success were not at all optimal (how could I be so naïve?) but I still got statistical significance.

It was pure luck really that it was conducted away from large cities, in an ideal climate (these boost orgone effects). Whilst at the research centre I met a Russian physicist, a woman. She asked me about orgone, possibly about evidence for it or orgone’s relation to thermodynamics, I’m not quite sure now. Anyhow I clearly remember her strong reaction. She hit the desk with her fist and shouted, ‘that’s not possible’ and stormed off! Anyway, the next day she apologised and gave me some Russian nestling dolls!

I also clearly remember about the centre that they had both Kirlian photography medical equipment and this white plastic wand thing, a Russian device, which if you held it over acupuncture channels caused the acupuncture points to visibly spark between the wand and your skin. It didn’t hurt.

End of Part #1

I hope everyone has a great 2026 and thankyou for reading this Substack. Also special thanks to the people who took part in and supported the orgone consciousness experiment in 2025.

I am going to try and post towards the beginning of each month in 2026. All Very Best to you :-).