oxygen business

Everything on this blog has to be smoothed out yet and I’m still trying to figure out this phony “magic” inability to breathe invisible-torture I’m under.


Wanjek, Christopher. “Suffocating Trends: Oxygen Bars and Drinks.” LiveScience (2006): 1. 25 June 2009. http://www.livescience.com/health/060418_bad_oxygen.html

the Armageddon and its LURE are gimmicking off of these inhaler tricks now, way out of control for me and posing as a profitable hoax as usual, (25 years.)

“Can’t breathe/low oxygen”

The horror-circus off of me by which they have this happy -seeming global-system is like in full swing on the gimmick of that run-out prescription, the “medical-trick,” it’s what they’ve been doing all these years and I have to wait till after the weekend to see if that’s all it will take to get back to normal but in the meantime it’s nothing except feces-horror all over me. based on that the Jomon do the ropes-trick around my torso like on that Columbus Memorial fountain.

That little figure in front, she’s like tied to the prow for hauling those bums to the Capitol, they use me just like that, with hallucino-ropes “tied” all around my torso.

By Lorado Taft, in front of the Union Station here.

7/23, SCATOLOGY: the invisible-warfare is so bad, just a big crime as though it’s a joke, modus operandi. The inhaler-photo is above here now, and one of the many many “tricks” already played before nine a.m. now is to idea-of-reference that that inhaler and the “Spiriva” round one I usually use represent me and the Armageddon Program script character they call “Julie-whore,” that it’s the big LURE gimmick, but I started this at nine before it gets too much to be able to recall and find the back-up or supportive illustrations for the main subject of that this is largely the major oil companies that are behind this and since I started this paragraph they really already “followed” me into this room, their main invisible-torture trick is that they’d put me in a room with a “roommate” that’s some major unprovable character-worker that, I can’t prove but it’s a or the worst subject here because it’s like rooming with a spy that secretly hates you but smiles and laughs and talks to everyone and probably is in their “home” underground here all the time, however those undergrounds work but I’m trying to get to that she’s the worst “weapon” against my tiny self because there’s the feeling that she’s some of the “fraud-family” -type of a stereotype-character for this Armageddoning all these years behind my back and it’s so severe with this one that I’ll have to try to explain that I think they all, the type like this except the females or opposite sex are more difficult to show than when they’re the same sex, that this lady seems like the maternal-parent of the fraud-parent, where they’d all been living somewhere near that Bronx Bathgate Avenue Market in the 1930s and it grew into this situation today because I think the mother-character on Bathgate Avenue that became the “fraud-grandmother” then to me had been a mass-reproduction of the oil magnate Marcus Samuel, then I’ll have to try to include pictures of them, luckily having one of the fraud-grandmother’s type but it’s only one tiny picture, and then I have to look for a usable one of the oil magnate, who’d passed in 1925 in England. I’m pretty sure he’d also proliferated the well-known music manager Albert Grossman and that that ties into that album cover I’d call “Beringiaing It All Back Home,” with that cover photo of Bob Dylan and Mrs. Albert (Sally, died a few years ago,) Grossman, that it was ritual to the system’s successful Space venture and bringing the riches back to the system-base, across Beringia and to wherever they’ve long been under the Siber-Mongol border area. I’ll go look for M. Samuel photos now, and this one I’d found on one of the DC Cultural Tourism street signs where the lady looks like a real bio-daughter to the fraud-grandmother I’d grown up with thinking was really my regular family, but the way this new stereotype’s been plastered on around me since 2016 — interruption-trick being pulled now….

this lady doesn’t look so much like the stereotype being used around me lately but if the photos were put side by side the resemblances would probably be clear only I’m always all alone with few if any resources so it’s taken me a year to try to bring this up more clearly only now it’s become a life and death and Armageddon etc. personal emergency for my own little self with the “Program” all over me now.

I found this in the blog firstworldwarhiddenhistory.wordpress.com by people named Jim and Gerry, Gerry and Jim, both males, who have a bunch of material on the oil subjects, books they’ve written and sell on the site, this from one about him and Romania, which I’ve been trying to stress all along that the Romanian oilfield areas had likely come from all the years of the real-life Vlad Dracula’s being there and that Vlad Teped “Dracula” appears to have been connected by physical looks to the character in the low-front of the main panel of the Ghent Altarpiece, which then is toward the area where Samuel’s partner Henri Deterding then comes up, where as I had all this going around in my mind trying to get to the terminal it occurred to me that perhaps I’ve also had some bio-descendants of Deterding’s also involved in this, as I really think the combined-company had purchased that Bathgage Avenue general area of the Bronx somehow back in the late 1920s or early -30s. I think the old gangster character nicknamed “Dutch Schultz” was a code-way of referring to that area of the Bronx since the boy had grown up right around there, Arthur S., some difficult little last name, who was the subject of that EL Doctorow novel “Billy Bathgate” with Doctorow being, also from the Bronx I think but on Long Island now, in external appearance being like the “Allen Ginsberg-type” also, along with that stereotype’s doing this Armageddoning all over my innocuous tiny Bronx-birthed life. Maybe many Mr. or Sir Henri, Deterding, had “come from” or been bio-descended from John Wilkes Booth and before that the Ghent Altarpiece’s types, a “combo” of the Just Judges and the type that became Hermann Oberth perhaps, the “rocket scientist” allegedly from Romania. I have to sign off now and go make the bed and normal morning things for a little while. But I’m noticing that maybe the Deterding-type is connected to “difficulties” I’d had during the year I’d spent in Texas when I was in the Army, in 1974, 44 years ago, that have matured.

(from Wikipedia, on this respiratory trouble business,) The most commonly used nebulizers are jet nebulizers, which are also called “atomizers”.[12] Jet nebulizers are connected by tubing to a compressor, that causes compressed air or oxygen to flow at high velocity through a liquid medicine to turn it into an aerosol, which is then inhaled by the patient….

  Sales-Girons pressurized nebulizer from 1858.

The first “powered” or pressurized inhaler was invented in France by Sales-Girons in 1858.[21] This device used pressure to atomize the liquid medication. The pump handle is operated like a bicycle pump. When the pump is pulled up, it draws liquid from the reservoir, and upon the force of the user’s hand, the liquid is pressurized through an atomizer, to be sprayed out for inhalation near the user’s mouth.[22]In 1864, the first steam-driven nebulizer was invented in Germany. This inhaler, known as “Siegle’s steam spray inhaler”, used the Venturi principle to atomize liquid medication, and this was the very beginning of nebulizer therapy. The importance of droplet size was not yet understood, so the efficacy of this first device was unfortunately mediocre for many of the medical compounds. The Siegle steam spray inhaler consisted of a spirit burner, which boiled water in the reservoir into steam that could then flow across the top and into a tube suspended in the pharmaceutical solution. The passage of steam drew the medicine into the vapor, and the patient inhaled this vapor through a mouthpiece made of glass.[23]

— The “ghost in the machine/deus ex machina” underground, etc., cut the session off on me, it always scares me when they do that, right about 3 p.m., 7/24/18 it is. They just “terrorize” me with one trick after another including use of the word “terrorize,” that I’d been kicked out of, 86’d, from the library at NASA for giving a note to the clerk that one of their clerks* had taken to terrorizing me on the walk back downtown after leaving, that the next morning I wasn’t allowed in because of saying I was being terrorized, just using the word alone was a negative, not what was being done but just the word-use it seemed, and, it disappeared like with a shadow-effect but I’d had the impression the guard who’d told me that and took my picture so the other guards could see not to let me in, he had seemed like a “Shahan-type,” a regular stereotype to this, increasingly. That might make a good chance to type alot about 1978 when I’d first noticed a Shahan type that has become this big “Pill-grim” Armageddon-Revelation deal now but I have to keep trying to use the computer for getting new details on all the aspects that I can, only typing this because I’m hoping there isn’t any of what I call “tampering” with my blog, “blogsite,” as I’d like to call it. * The girl probably didn’t have much of anything to do with the place but was some “volunteer” that came from this “Armageddon Program” invisible attachment to myself, so that she was only there for sabotaging me and had upset me with this act of unexpectedly zooming past me on the walk back to downtown so that I’d switched my obscure in the first part to be walking that far anyway route and then she also used that further obscure route and I couldn’t make a game of switching back to the first way and seeing that she “monkeyed” me again and so I wrote a short note on that to what seemed like a more regular clerk than she and that was it for my use of the place and being Armageddon Programmed there anymore. In fact it had opened with one of those guys like in the “Ralph Carfagni” file a little below here, that one of that stereotype seemed to be like moving “show” or sound equipment like a big amplifier or such into the place just ahead of me walking in on the first or second or third day there. I can’t do anything about what these undergrounders all pull around me. The point is mostly that a person becomes “disappeared” one way or another, like, just don’t do anything.

All the sabotages, I almost forgot this odd business (that’s difficult to describe without getting all cursed more, so I’ll have to let it slide for now but don’t want to have it slip away, that this latest look into this rocket-business, they’ve got a “volunteer” here that seems bio-connected to the mother of the Mars-obsessed rocketeer-entrepreneur bigshot deal for little me, the both of them and likely their bio- and nonbio-relatives as well.)

  • — From Wikipedia, a respiratory full-face CPAP mask, photo given by JoJoJo04 in March 2010. (This is not to recommend these at all.)

(I’m trying to put this icon somewhere to use it for whenever I get back to that old BeeGees I Started a Joke song, on their “Idea” album, a lightbulb in the cover art.)

— An oxygen concentrator takes in air and purifies it for use by people requiring medical oxygen due to low oxygen levels in their blood.[1] Oxygen concentrators are also used to provide an economical source of oxygen in industrial processes, where they are also known as oxygen gas generators or oxygen generation plants. Oxygen concentrators utilize a molecular sieve to adsorb gases and operate on the principle of rapid pressure swing adsorption of atmospheric nitrogen onto zeolite minerals and then venting the nitrogen. This type of adsorption system is therefore functionally a nitrogen scrubber leaving the other atmospheric gases to pass through. This leaves oxygen as the primary gas remaining. PSA technology is a reliable and economical technique for small to mid-scale oxygen generation, with cryogenic separation more suitable at higher volumes and external delivery generally more suitable for small volumes.[2]

At high pressure, the porous zeolite adsorbs large quantities of nitrogen, due to its large surface area and chemical character. After the oxygen and other free components are collected the pressure drops which allows nitrogen to desorb.

An oxygen concentrator has an air compressor, two cylinders filled with zeolite pellets, a pressure equalizing reservoir, and some valves and tubes. In the first half-cycle the first cylinder receives air from the compressor, which lasts about 3 seconds. During that time the pressure in the first cylinder rises from atmospheric to about 2.5 times normal atmospheric pressure (typically 20 psi/138 kPa gauge, or 2.36 atmospheres absolute) and the zeolite becomes saturated with nitrogen. As the first cylinder reaches near pure oxygen (there are small amounts of argon, CO2, water vapour, radon and other minor atmospheric components) in the first half-cycle, a valve opens and the oxygen-enriched gas flows to the pressure equalizing reservoir, which connects to the patient’s oxygen hose. At the end of the first half of the cycle, there is another valve position change so that the air from the compressor is directed to the 2nd cylinder. The pressure in the first cylinder drops as the enriched oxygen moves into the reservoir, allowing the nitrogen to be desorbed back into gas. Partway through the second half of the cycle, there is another valve position change to vent the gas in the first cylinder back into the ambient atmosphere, keeping the concentration of oxygen in the pressure equalizing reservoir from falling below about 90%. The pressure in the hose delivering oxygen from the equalizing reservoir is kept steady by a pressure reducing valve.

Industrial oxygen concentrators are sometimes referred to as oxygen generators within the oxygen and ozone industries to distinguish them from medical oxygen concentrators. The distinction is used in an attempt to clarify that industrial oxygen concentrators are not medical devices approved by the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) and they are not suitable for use as bedside medical concentrators. However, applying the oxygen generator nomenclature can lead to confusion. The term, oxygen generator, is a misnomer in that the oxygen is not generated as it is with a chemical oxygen generator, but rather it is concentrated from the air… (See alsos:)  Nitrogen separation membrane, Oxygen therapy, Portable oxygen concentrator, Membrane gas separation


Oxygen therapy from Wiki… Oxygen is required for normal cell metabolism.[6] Excessively high concentrations can cause oxygen toxicity such as lung damage or result in respiratory failure in those who are predisposed.[2][7] Higher oxygen concentrations also increase the risk of fires, particularly while smoking, and without humidification can also dry out the nose.[1] The target oxygen saturation recommended depends on the condition being treated.[1] In most conditions a saturation of 94–96% is recommended, while in those at risk of carbon dioxide retention saturations of 88–92% are preferred, and in those with carbon monoxide toxicity or cardiac arrest they should be as high as possible.[1][8] Air is typically 21% oxygen by volume while oxygen therapy increases this by some amount up to 100%.[7]

About kathyfoshay

I'm all alone with the real end of the world and always looking for assistance and no one's ever contacted me from the hundreds of letters I'd sent while at the big homeless shelter, 2nd and D Streets, NW, as though anyone that tries to contact me gets disappeared, my life used as a LURE-gimmick that goes to how that Armageddon prophecy in that book of Revelation has been being snuck-through, and this is sort of the bottom of the barrel of ideas for trying to find assistance, thinking I could get all my various writings on this in one place that letter-recipients could then look up if they're interested. That means I'd have to see if I can send my emails to here, how to do that. Wordpress said there is a way but it entails that spam would also get the email address. My time for now it up I guess. Working in this sitting position isn't healthy for me but I've always got to be doing something toward trying to get hold of someone to help me. It's like I'm a microcosm of the Earth or the human race and if someone could help me out of this torture then that'd be a start on trying to get the whole Earth out of this. 5/1/17, still all this, etc., same situation. (7/14/18 now....) Now it's 2019.
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