"free energy" From A Priest's Invention

"free energy" From A Priest's Invention More than 180 years ago... Robert Stirling, a scottish Clergyman took the world by surprise. He invented something that shook the coal and energy industry to the ground! Stirling found a way to make an engine work literally on thin air... with no fumes or toxic gasses! >>>Live Footage<<< Unfortunately, his device became the first-ever suppressed 'free energy' generator. And only a few people witnessed it's amazing power! Now, for the first time, the 'misplaced' blueprints of the Stirling Engine have been discovered and translated into 'plain english' for the average Joe... See how a small scale device works: >> CLICK HERE << The implications are huge. With a big enough Stirling Engine (that costs less than your monthly power bill), you can power up all sorts of electric devices... even an entire home. And that means you could say "goodbye" to your electric company, and to paying hundreds of dollars a month on expensive electricity! Here's the link again: >> CLICK HERE << wanted to say something sensible. I wanted to turn the tide even somewhat in my favour. Of course, God had not given me the brains to do so. Neither was my timing right. A girl giving you her wedding card is basically like a giant ‘G ame Over’ sign flashing in a video game. It is not the time to say you want her back. Or that you love her more than anything else on earth. I wondered if I should act supportive. I wondered if I should ask her about the preparations, or if she needed any help. I stopped myself. I could not sink that low. The situation reminded me of what my friends used to tell me. I was indeed a toy. I felt like Woody from the movie Toy Story. In the film, Woody, a neglected toy, cries alone because his owner grows up and no longer plays with him. ‘Say something,’ she said. You bloody bitch, my impulsive mind suggested. I controlled myself. Please don’t do this. I love you so much, said the emotional side of my mind. I realized my head was a mess right now. Given my track record, saying anything would only mean regretting it later. ‘What do I say? Surprised. Shocked. I don’t know.’ ‘People normally say congratu lations.’ ‘Yeah,’ I said, but didn't congratulate her. ‘I hope we can move past whatever happened. We can, right?’ she said. I nodded. ‘You will come?’ ‘Where?’ ‘The wedding. I just invited you.’ I wanted to throw her over-the-top wedding invitation box-cum- card at her. ‘Let’s see,’ I said. I patted myself mentally. I had responded with