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Living Water: Viktor Schauberger and the Secrets of Natural Energy
This is the story of a pioneering Austrian naturalist and iconoclast who pointed the way to a completely new understanding of the vast potential of natural energy. By studying fish in streams and by closely observing the natural water cycle, Viktor Schauberger (1885–1958) was able to solve basic problems of energy transformation. He saw that modern man, without realizing it, was destroying the earth and sabotaging his own cultures by working against Nature. All the prevailing methods of energy generation - from hydro-electric to nuclear fission - produce harmful long-term effects on the environment and encourage disease. Schauberger had a clear vision of how fertility could be restored to the earth. As an inventor Schauberger developed a number of ingenious machines which would revolutionize farming, horticulture, forestry and aircraft propulsion. He developed water purification systems, and showed how air and water could be harnessed as fuels for many machines. His discovery of implosive energy and diamagnetism had many practical applications, most of which have yet to be developed.
162 pages, Paperback
First published January 17, 1996
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June 26, 2013
This is an amazing book about an amazing man. Yes, it's short and leaves much to be desired regarding in-depth examination of his theories. That said, it would be an enormous volume if it attempted to do so and then it would lack readability. It would also still lack conclusive in-depth examinations because Viktor Schauberger is a man like Tesla who was far ahead of his time.
This book is not just about water. It is about earth processes, energy, universal structures and motions. It is about observation and application of nature. Our fuel uses, from gas and coal to nuclear, are all wasteful and destructive. Nature has a way of building energy through implosion rather than explosion that purifies matter and uses no fuel. Why can't we do that? Why do we fight against nature rather than harness the power it reveals to us? Oh yeah, it's the money.
Mr. Schauberger was an Austrian forestry manager who never wrote any of his works in English. Truth be told, many of his writings were considered cryptic to his contemporaries because he was trying to describe processes that were understood differently by mainstream academics. However, he had much success with demonstrating the validity of his concepts in practice.
The Nazis took great interest in his theories during the 30's and 40's. Long after the war he was enticed to the US with the promise of funding and support for his research. We held him hostage briefly and then let him go after he turned over all his intellectual properties. He died days after his return to Austria.
This book is not just about water. It is about earth processes, energy, universal structures and motions. It is about observation and application of nature. Our fuel uses, from gas and coal to nuclear, are all wasteful and destructive. Nature has a way of building energy through implosion rather than explosion that purifies matter and uses no fuel. Why can't we do that? Why do we fight against nature rather than harness the power it reveals to us? Oh yeah, it's the money.
Mr. Schauberger was an Austrian forestry manager who never wrote any of his works in English. Truth be told, many of his writings were considered cryptic to his contemporaries because he was trying to describe processes that were understood differently by mainstream academics. However, he had much success with demonstrating the validity of his concepts in practice.
The Nazis took great interest in his theories during the 30's and 40's. Long after the war he was enticed to the US with the promise of funding and support for his research. We held him hostage briefly and then let him go after he turned over all his intellectual properties. He died days after his return to Austria.
June 1, 2015
A great introduction to Schauberger's theories. You will not see energy in the same way, nor Nature. Schauberger is a prophet of the forest, calling us out from the desert and into the wilderness.
January 3, 2012
Profound insights into the energetic properties of water, flow dynamics and constructive vortex processes of nature, as observed during the life of Victor Schauberger - an extraordinary and eccentric contemporary of Rudolf Steiner, a forester, engineer, innovative thinker and observer of earth-life processes deep in the then pristine forest and river systems of the Austrian mountains.
April 5, 2009
Borrowed this book from a friend and I really liked it. Lots of nature inspired design ideas that makes sense.
October 9, 2015
Theories and life of Viktor Schauberger including fascinating, useful info on the vortex motion of water. If you are into alt science this is a fascinating read.
February 16, 2022
You think that by now you understand how the world works. But what if it turns out, everything is somehow sentient, in particular, in this case, water?
Meditation on a raindrop
20 minutes ago a raindrop fell.
It was only one of many that I could hear falling outside somewhere.
I chose to meditate on it, hold it fixed to my consciousness for a time.
Of course, it had ceased to exist physically, once it struck the earth. It broke apart into countless smaller droplets which themselves rejoined the rest of the water flowing wherever, perhaps into a puddle which will evaporate by morning, or seep into the earth enriching the soil and refreshing the aquifer, or who knows where else.
In short, the drop is no more, the earth has rotated and moved through space in that time, and the space itself has moved with the sun a bit along its orbit around the galaxy.
Still, I hold the rain drop fixed to my consciousness.
Falling to ground, by the force of gravity. Held together, a cohesive unit, water bounded by moist air. So the earth I suppose called to it from its ephemeral home of cloudstuff high above, where it yet had no identity of its own. An identity the drop would form as it gathered around itself, like a crystal around a seed particle under certain conditions of altitude, temperature, pressure, humidity and fate.
Hold, hold, that droplet fixed to my consciousness, even as time and storm passed.
The raincloud had called up the water into itself sometime earlier, with help of gentle energy gifted by our lord the sun. We are taught that there is a cycle of evaporation and precipitation, and that some or most or all water molecules condense from time to time, or diffuse into everchanging solutions, over and over again. Who knows? The hydrogen protons are identical, and the oxygen protons are identical, and the neutrons in the radioisotopes are identical. Who can tell, any one water molecule from another? Sunlight might break apart the molecules into constituents, or molecules might join with other substances, forming hydrates or oxides or carbohydrates simple or complex.
Water is also absorbed into plants and animals, where it becomes the substance of bodies and brains, hormones and enzymes, blood and piss and semen and sweat.
Mountains and ancient cities and dreams and lives and blood and tears wash away.
But sometime ago, one raindrop fell, and I hold, hold, HOLD it fixed to my consciousness.
The hydrogen in one molecule may have been born with the universe itself, but there are many many molecules. More than anyone could count in perhaps a million years. Six-point-two-times-ten-to-the-twentythird, multiplied by two and some fraction of the weight of a raindrop related to a certain amount of dihydrogen oxide. And the supernova that created the oxygen in one molecule extinguished itself long long ago. But there are likewise many many oxygen molecules.
So many adventures to imagine, over billions of years of cosmic history! Are they all part of the short existence of the raindrop I imagined I heard fall sometime ago and still hold, hold, oh my GOD, PLEASE HOLD fixed to my consciousness?
Nevertheless one certain raindrop stays fixed to my consciousness, for a while, and it really is actually nothing more than the memory of a sound interspersed with numberless other similar sounds that recall numberless raindrops heard by numberless perceivers since the beginning of the relationship between clouds and stars, between rain and consciousness.
That sounds like plenty enough for one meditation on a raindrop.
Meditation on a raindrop
20 minutes ago a raindrop fell.
It was only one of many that I could hear falling outside somewhere.
I chose to meditate on it, hold it fixed to my consciousness for a time.
Of course, it had ceased to exist physically, once it struck the earth. It broke apart into countless smaller droplets which themselves rejoined the rest of the water flowing wherever, perhaps into a puddle which will evaporate by morning, or seep into the earth enriching the soil and refreshing the aquifer, or who knows where else.
In short, the drop is no more, the earth has rotated and moved through space in that time, and the space itself has moved with the sun a bit along its orbit around the galaxy.
Still, I hold the rain drop fixed to my consciousness.
Falling to ground, by the force of gravity. Held together, a cohesive unit, water bounded by moist air. So the earth I suppose called to it from its ephemeral home of cloudstuff high above, where it yet had no identity of its own. An identity the drop would form as it gathered around itself, like a crystal around a seed particle under certain conditions of altitude, temperature, pressure, humidity and fate.
Hold, hold, that droplet fixed to my consciousness, even as time and storm passed.
The raincloud had called up the water into itself sometime earlier, with help of gentle energy gifted by our lord the sun. We are taught that there is a cycle of evaporation and precipitation, and that some or most or all water molecules condense from time to time, or diffuse into everchanging solutions, over and over again. Who knows? The hydrogen protons are identical, and the oxygen protons are identical, and the neutrons in the radioisotopes are identical. Who can tell, any one water molecule from another? Sunlight might break apart the molecules into constituents, or molecules might join with other substances, forming hydrates or oxides or carbohydrates simple or complex.
Water is also absorbed into plants and animals, where it becomes the substance of bodies and brains, hormones and enzymes, blood and piss and semen and sweat.
Mountains and ancient cities and dreams and lives and blood and tears wash away.
But sometime ago, one raindrop fell, and I hold, hold, HOLD it fixed to my consciousness.
The hydrogen in one molecule may have been born with the universe itself, but there are many many molecules. More than anyone could count in perhaps a million years. Six-point-two-times-ten-to-the-twentythird, multiplied by two and some fraction of the weight of a raindrop related to a certain amount of dihydrogen oxide. And the supernova that created the oxygen in one molecule extinguished itself long long ago. But there are likewise many many oxygen molecules.
So many adventures to imagine, over billions of years of cosmic history! Are they all part of the short existence of the raindrop I imagined I heard fall sometime ago and still hold, hold, oh my GOD, PLEASE HOLD fixed to my consciousness?
Nevertheless one certain raindrop stays fixed to my consciousness, for a while, and it really is actually nothing more than the memory of a sound interspersed with numberless other similar sounds that recall numberless raindrops heard by numberless perceivers since the beginning of the relationship between clouds and stars, between rain and consciousness.
That sounds like plenty enough for one meditation on a raindrop.
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