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How to Build a Free Energy Magnetic Motor. Many have tried building a free energy- producing magnetic motor. I am seeing a lot of in my daily quest through alternative energy news, but what I have learned is that energy is not free, perpetual motion machines do not exist, everything is taken from somewhere and put elsewhere.

Free energy from magnets respects the same rule. There also is this so- called “free energy”, the zero- point energy, proven mathematically by many scientists. My duty as a green optimistic is to collect everything I see someone has struggled explaining and demonstrating, put it in one place and let the people see and comment. Such is the example of this magnetic motor.

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But there are also “green pessimistic” websites. When they see something out of “common sense” boundaries, they freak out and scream something like”omg, this can’t be real! I need no proof! I must not think of this! Perish, Satan!”I took such an article today as an inspiration because it talks about a magnetic motor, one of my favorite free energy topics, about which I haven’t heard much lately. Here is the whole process of transforming the free magnetic energy into mechanical energy, explained by the invention’s author (Sandeep Acharya): “Think of Two Powerful Magnets.

One fixed plate over rotating disk with North side parallel to disk surface, and other on the rotating plate connected to small gear G1. If the magnet over gear G1’s north side is parallel to that of which is over Rotating disk then they both will repel each other. Now the magnet over the left disk will try to rotate the disk below in (think) clock- wise direction.

Now there is another magnet at 3. Rotating Disk on both side of the magnet M1. Now the large gear G0 is connected directly to Rotating disk with a rod. So after repulsion if Rotating- Disk rotates it will rotate the gear G0 which is connected to gear G1. So the magnet over G1 rotate in the direction perpendicular to that of fixed- disk surface. Now the angle and teeth ratio of G0 and G1 is such that when the magnet M1 moves 3.

M1 was, it will be repelled by the magnet of Fixed- disk as the magnet on Fixed- disk has moved 3. G1. So if the first repulsion of Magnets M1 and M0 is powerful enough to make rotating- disk rotate 3. The space between two disk is just more than the width of magnets M0 and M1 and space needed for connecting gear G0 to rotating disk with a rod. Now I’ve not tested with actual objects. When designing you may think of losses or may think that when rotating disk rotates 3. M0 will be rotating clock- wise on the plate over G2 then it may start to repel M1 after it has rotated about 2.

If all the objects are made precisely with measurements given and the rectangular cubic magnets are powerful enough to rotate more then 3. Here friction and other losses are neglected as magnets are much more powerful. But think of friction between rotating disk and Shaft, it can be neglected by using magnetic joint between them. On the left primary measurements of needed objects are given. If you find any reason of not running this mechanism let me know.”It seems to me that this is basically the Perendev motor presented in the same- named category of our blog. Perendev was charged of scamming some people and even served for a while. Still, maybe someday someone will be able to produce free energy by using magnet motors.

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This entry was posted on 9/5/2017.