Wade Frazier

Hi: A great deal of our education during our adventures was the people we encountered. The names are not so important, but some are relevant to understanding how the world works. I have revealed a few over the years, and I could reveal many more; most of them are household names in the USA and around the world. However, I am constrained from naming many of them, partly because it could make me more of a target than I already am, and I don’t know what good that would do other than titillate conspiracists. Also, it is not my place to name many of the names. Those around me would rather be anonymous, quietly living out their remaining years, and do not want the spotlight on them, and I can’t blame them. Many names will never be named by me, but some others will after more people die, if I outlive them. That the public is largely oblivious to the role of energy in our world does not mean that the people running the world are. The biggest players are keenly aware of the subject matter in my big essay, for instance, and that is one reason why people who think that they can sneak past Godzilla to make FE happen are dangerously delusional. The GCs know that energy is the entire ballgame, and they are determined to keep calling the shots on Earth, even if their game makes Earth uninhabitable. In their minds, destroying a planet in the pursuit and maintenance of power is just one risk of playing the game, and kind of makes it interesting. But since there are not any inhabitable planets for light years in every direction, they are trying to walk the tightrope between an enslaved and terrified humanity and a destroyed planet. Terraforming Mars has long been among their contingency plans, but the saner among them don’t want to live on Mars or in underground enclaves. They have grandchildren and not all are dark path masters, so some conscience bleeds through once in a while. All humans are guilty of projecting their motivations onto others, both the good and bad. The New Testament’s Jesus said that those who judge others harshly have crime in their hearts. All of my overgrown Boy Scout brethren were guilty of projecting their Boy Scout awareness on others, and our great moments of awakening were when we came to realize that almost nobody was motivated like we were, as people’s immediate self-interest formed the horizon of their awareness more than 99% of the time. Some of us barely survived our great moments of awakening, such as Dennis in a bank lobby or Ralph in Saigon. Brian O never had a moment like those, as his path of awakening was gentler. Mr. Professor got the education of his life when Dennis and I came to town. My critical awakening moment was followed by the urge to commit murder, which was the lowest part of my journey, but led to my greatest triumph. But Mr. Professor’s life was ruined and shortened by his heroics, I will always be picking up the pieces of my shattered life, Brian’s life was shortened when he ran afoul of the USA’s military over the UFO issue, and Dennis should be dead dozens of times over. If our adventures were made into a movie, nobody would believe it, but, to us, what was important was what we learned from our adventures, not how titillating they were, even though in the greatest depths of my suffering, I could tell that part of me was in awe of what was happening, greedily sucking up the experiences. Part of me resented that aspect of my awareness, and I think it may have been my soul, riding this earthly personality into grand adventure, but it is not so easy to be the person living it. I have no regrets, but do not want to come anywhere close to those situations again. I had only one life to wreck. While many of my life’s experiences are simply unbelievable to the masses, as were Brian’s (being asked to go Mars, nay, Alan Shepard demanded it, was an amusing footnote to Brian’s life, compared to his other experiences), Dennis’s life has been lived on an entirely different level, as he played the Indiana Jones of FE. While Dennis could name names all day long, all that they really were to him were signposts of the journey. When he met with household names, billionaires, and the like, what was important to Dennis was if any of them were real people with any spine, who cared about humanity and Earth enough to get off of their thrones and actually do something. Virtually none of them ever did. Dennis never saw a billionaire part with a dollar, and the big political names were almost all full of hot air, with their interest largely concerned with whether they could easily steal or coopt Dennis’s effort. Dennis began at the bottom, as a migrant farmworker who was forced to leave home at age 13. But his prodigious talents were evident from a young age. Being invited to a B.F. Skinner conference while he was in college was one of many early events in which Dennis rubbed shoulders with the rich and powerful, and almost none of them were worth a damn. When Dennis began his entrepreneurial career, in New Jersey, of all places, he survived mobsters stealing his companies and murder attempts. He became partners with one of Earth’s leading televangelists, but I doubt that Godzilla took much notice of Dennis in his early days. When Dennis mounted the biggest run ever made at bringing alternative energy to the American marketplace, Godzilla took notice, although it is hard to know who all was involved. Bill the BPA Hit Man was almost certainly a Godzilla asset, but most of what happened in Seattle was merely the electric companies’ protecting their turf and normal people acting in their usual low-integrity fashion when fear and greed come to the fore. I saw a lifetime of it in Seattle alone, and I was just getting my feet wet. But the fact that Mormons led the effort to steal Dennis’s Seattle company, and how a Mormon was the ringleader of the effort to destroy Dennis’s company from the inside in Ventura, provides evidence that Godzilla may have been more active than was obvious in Seattle. Soon after I became Dennis’s partner in Boston, we received the first overture from what we now know was Godzilla. A year later, when they added a couple of zeroes to their “offer,” Godzilla was unmasked, even if Dennis still only saw the faces of the minions. In the years since then, Dennis has had Godzilla’s full attention many times, and one day, I may be able to be more forthcoming about the encounters. When we had interactions with the Rockefellers and Rothschilds, they were obviously not at the top, even if they were up to no good. There are many levels of the game, and Dennis interacted with all levels, from the top to the bottom. From the USA’s Attorney General’s calling Dennis “squeaky clean” to meeting with Al Gore at the White House and learning that Bill Clinton hated Dennis, to having George Bush the Second’s eyes bugging out at what Dennis was doing, to being run out of the USA by Obama’s administration, Dennis knows well the terrain in Washington D.C., and he knows that sitting American presidents are a ways down the food chain of Earth’s power structure, little more than puppets, and they know it. Virtually no politician is known for his/her courage. JFK knew that he was risking his life by trying to end the Cold War, but his were some of the last courageous acts ever mounted from the Oval Office. This is all a prelude to Dennis’s arrival at my house in late August of 2006, to invite me to the White House. I will provide some new details of that meeting and related events, and will summarize them in way that I doubt I have publicly done before. Best, Wade

Hi: This is another “rush off to work” morning, after waking up late after a long day yesterday, so this will be short. After my NEM fiasco ended, I withdrew from all pubic contact and entered the darkest years of my midlife crisis. The Love Israel cult drove us from our home, my day job in high-tech was pure mayhem, and I just put down my head and worked. Thank god that I finally stopped drinking in 2000, just as my midlife crisis began, or I might not be here today. I was also doing the studying that would eventually result in my big essay, but I was not doing my reading with that in mind in those days. I’ll be a voracious reader until I can’t do it anymore, probably because I’ll be dead then. My September 2005 trip to Lyman Basin comprised my happiest days in several years. In December 2005, I published my free energy conundrum essay, and in early 2006, which was the blackest and last year of my midlife crisis, I published perhaps my most positive essay until my big one, on what abundance looks like. As I look back at it, I seem to have been trying to lift myself out of the blackness. I had no contact with Dennis or Brian in those years. When I had my email address on my site, which I took down in early 2002, all sorts of people approached me. One calls himself Freeknowledge today, and he was a member of the Free Software Movement. For years, he encouraged me to seek allies there. I have long written about the doomed paths of FE inventors, and seeking patents or playing the proprietary technology game are dead-ends. The only chance that the inventor’s approach to FE has is for the inventor with the goods to give it away to a worthy group who can take it the rest of the way, and they give it to the world. That is part of my approach today, and my choir-building efforts can be seen as helping form that worthy group. After years of hearing from Freeknowledge on the issue, I finally decided to try with the Free Software Movement. If any group seemed like a natural ally, a group that develops software and gives it away had a good chance to recognize what I was advocating. As usual, with such approaches, I start at the top, and wrote to the father of Free Software, Richard Stallman. He immediately came back with Level 3 objections. The suppression of FE sounded like a conspiracy theory, and he needed a fully elucidated, peer-reviewed, FE physics model, and an FE machine dropped in his lap, before he was going to take the idea of FE seriously. His replies helped inspire this little ditty that I wrote the next year. To be fair to Stallman, his reaction is the standard one that comes from mainstream scientists and academics, as people such as Brian discovered the hard way. It is a naïve and ignorant stance, but typical, as they swallowed their indoctrination. Breakthrough technologies have never worked like that, and a perfect example is the Wright brothers, who flew through the air for five years while they were ignored and ridiculed by the scientific establishment, as their feat was called impossible. Stallman even acknowledged the Wright brothers situation, but remains stuck in conventionality to this day, as great a man as he is. A prominent member of the Free Software Movement contacted me in recent years. He tried to attract Stallman’s interest in FE, and Stallman rudely dismissed him. That prominent member’s impression was that Stallman was afraid that FE would eclipse Free Software. FE will eclipse everything about today’s world, so Stallman is in good company, fearing the end of his world. After a frustrating few weeks of interacting with Stallman, I published my open letter to the Free Software Movement, and updating it is on my list of things to do, but I do not expect that any group is going to embrace FE, especially in anything like an enlightened and productive way. The best that I can hope for are stray needles in haystacks. Not long ago, I was informed by “mystical” people that I am trying my love and enlightenment approach to FE on the wrong planet. Nobody is home on Earth, for such an approach, as everybody is focused on their immediate self-interest, living in scarcity and fear, turning vices into virtues, etc. They are unwilling and unable to even imagine what I am attempting, but I eventually realized that it was like this for all Epochal Events, so it makes no sense to reproach people for their blindness, ignorance, and fear. I seek the few who are awake, the not multitudes who are fast asleep, even the “smart” ones. A little more than a month later, Dennis arrived at my home, unannounced, and invited me to the White House. That is a story for the next post. Best, Wade

Hi: The reason behind these posts is not to tell on anybody, but to show how I came to my current approach. The scoundrels don’t get named, but some good guys do, and one is Gary Vesperman. He compiled free energy suppression stories, and here is one home for his compilation. He has a section on Dennis. I don’t know how I got on his mailing list, but I did, many years ago. I have seen his suppression list for many years, and one time when he emailed me with a link to his list (as you can see below, I wrote it in 2010, and I would update it for events since then, if I wrote it today), I responded with this correction to his account of Dennis: Dennis Lee: Heat Pump and Freon-Based Low-Temperature Phase-Change Engine Dennis Lee began selling a flat-paneled-evaporator heat pump in the late 1970s. The heat pump saved about 75% in energy costs over conventional systems. Lee developed marketing plans that utilized the Carter-era energy tax credit, and put the heat pump on customers’ homes for free, with the remaining balance paid from proven energy savings. After having his companies stolen a number of times on the East Coast, in 1984 he founded a company in his home state and aggressively marketed his heat pump before the tax credit expired at the end of 1985. After selling a thousand of the systems in a few months in early 1985, and threatening to sell many thousands of the systems by the end of 1985, the local electric companies, led by the Bonneville Power Administration (“BPA”), destroyed his company by using the media, courts, attorney general, and other assets, including a BPA-employed provocateur who was responsible for the death of one of Dennis’s employees. The coup de grâce was the theft of his company by his business associates. Lee moved to Boston in 1986 to rebuild the effort, and began exploring the idea of combining his heat pump with low-temperature heat engines to produce free energy. In 1987, he moved his company to Southern California and obtained the technical talent and resources to build that potential free energy device, at the same time that he launched a successful effort to educate the public on how to build, install, and market his heat pump. The local authorities then illegally raided his facilities in January 1988; during the raid, they stole all of the technical information relating to his free energy efforts. A few weeks after refusing a virtually unlimited offer to cease operations, delivered by a CIA man who represented European interests (Lee received a “modest” ten million dollar offer for his technology in Boston from the same interests), Lee was arrested with a million dollar bail for failing to file a form relating to an obscure civil law regarding his marketing plans. His is the only arrest ever made under that civil law. Lee eventually spent two years behind bars for that civil law “violation.” His book The Alternative documents the story. He is still trying to bring alternative energy and energy saving technology to the market, as of 2010, and is still being assailed by the government, media, etc. One thing that Gary got right was what an amazing wife Dennis has. She saved his life several times. I asked Gary to correct his account of Dennis, but he decided not to. His account of Dennis is one of the few positive ones that you will ever see, but as you can tell, it is off-base on its facts. Is a sloppy version of Dennis’s efforts, even if a positive account, very helpful? I think that it casts a pall over his other accounts, making them questionable as to their accuracy. I have plenty of independent awareness of many tales of suppression, not to mention my own experiences, to know that organized suppression is real, but it would be nice if somebody did a more meticulous job. Again, I don’t really like hearing tales of suppression, just like soldiers who have actually been on battlefields do not like telling or hearing war stories. But this is the most important subject on Earth, and almost nobody is doing a credible effort of documenting the issues. I am the only FE suppression survivor that I know of who writes like I do. The rest are too busy still trying or licking their wounds, and realize that their social circles really don’t want to hear about it, nor really, does the world, so they suffer in silence, just like war veterans do. Gary is an example of an enthusiast who tries the mass movement approach, trying to get a stampede going, in classic Level 10 fashion. He has mounted public events, and I even signed one of his petitions once, as he contacted his congressman, etc., trying the retail political route to make FE happen. It is just another dead-end, IMO. Gary has been at it, on the FE front, since the 1970s. One time, we had a dialogue on environmentalists. I told him about our encounters with them, including Brian’s dismaying experiences, and Gary replied that he had been contacting environmental organizations since the 1970s, and FE and abundance is antithetical to their position. Their stance is that we use too much energy, that the “solutions” are riding bikes and reducing our energy consumption, and a drumbeat of doom like Heinberg’s is music to their ears. They are well aware of the idea of FE, but treat it like the enemy. They are just more scarcity addicts, IMO. There are plenty of Gary’s kind of activist out there; soccer moms and enthusiasts who like the idea of FE, but rarely for the right reasons. A few years ago, I was buying groceries at my progressive co-op, and there was literally a local chapter of NEM holding a meeting in the store. I almost laughed. I have been asked to speak to them, but declined the invitation, for several reasons, and one is that I would deflate their balloon. They only think in terms of retail politics, saving on energy bills, making the USA strong again, and other trite newbie predilections. I would frighten them by talking about what happened right here in Seattle a generation ago. It is 30 years ago this month when I met Dennis, and my life was never the same. The NEM crowd cannot handle the lessons that Dennis’s and my journeys taught us. We got radicalized, and I have no use for the standard activist strategies and tactics. They are completely futile for this Epochal task. Best, Wade

Hi: Those days of 2003-2004 were eventful and educational, and were key ones that helped me settle upon my current approach. That activist who featured my work and introduced me to Heinberg soon received a disinformation stink bomb from Mr. Skeptic, who stalked me wherever I appeared on the Internet. But it was not all bad, and a man who interviewed visionaries from around the world soon visited me in the spring of 2003, because of that activist’s site. I did my first interview with him (which was never published), and the only one on camera so far. I introduced him to Brian and they became pals, and some of the last footage that I saw from Brian, including his talk for the UN, was recorded by that interviewer. That interviewer also encouraged me to join an FE forum, full of scientists and engineers, and thatwas an educational experience. They were about as naïve and useless as I ever encountered, and was an example of the naïveté of scientists that I read of a few months earlier in Bucky’s work. Scientists and inventors are only a small piece of the FE puzzle, but FE newcomers often think that they are the key. I largely thought that, too, at the beginning of my journey with Dennis, before I was rudely disabused of my naïveté. I became inspired in those days to join a forum, after a year of no public contact, to see what FE talk I could stir up. Mr. Skeptic came and pounced on me the same day, dropping his disinformation bomb on my thread and then going on the attack, hurling his buckets of slime (forums come and go, and that one is long gone). It was educational to be on the receiving end of attacks from the “skeptics.” He was far from the only “skeptic” who has attacked and “debunked” me over the years, and I eventually concluded that skeptics are either idiots, criminals, or both. Anymore, I consider organized skepticism to be a criminal enterprise. Nearly a decade later, my work received a debunking from a very prominent debunker, who took on Brian’s Martian credentials after I got his NASA bio published. That first year at NEM, we tried to get Brian into venues where he could speak. He was the prow of our ship. Alden tried with environmentalists (and got nowhere), and Brian told me that he and I were the best candidates to enlist the Left. I had tried with Uncles Noam and Ed long ago (and still try with Ed, once in a while), got nowhere, and later tried with the radical left (and got nowhere), and as Brian tried to get into “progressive” venues with his FE message and NEM, Heinberg and his Peak Oil doom dominated all venues. Brian told me that all progressive venues were featuring Heinberg to the exclusion of anything else on the energy front. When Brian was a grad student, writing scientific papers that were published in the house organs of science, an astronaut, Ivy League professor, and advisor to presidential candidates, he had access to the highest places. When he wrote books, they were published by the leading academic publishing houses, when he wrote articles, they ran in The New York Times, when he knocked on the biggest doors on Earth, he was invited in. After he left his sherry-sipping soft berth at Princeton, after his mystical awakening, he began losing access, and after his last job in the Establishment, he was gradually defrocked, to the point where Wally Schirra and even NASA said that Brian was not really an astronaut, and a Cal Tech professor tried to “erase” him. Refusing to work on Reagan’s Star Wars ended Brian’s career in the Establishment. As Brian said near his life’s end, the closer that he got to the truth, the more of an outcast he became. He no longer played the game and he was made to suffer for it. Going bankrupt, as he was reduced to playing the self-publishing game, was one of many indignities that he suffered after leaving the Establishment. Brian would soon flee in fear of his life to South America, where he spent the rest of his life in exile. His last year in the USA was marked by being shut out of all progressive venues, while they all crowded around to hear Heinberg’s message of doom. Until he died, Brian still kept trying to use his astronaut cachet to get his foot in the door, such as in Richard Branson’s “humanitarian” and “visionary” efforts. The door was always slammed in his face. Not long before he died, I had my experience being in the popcorn line behind Bill Gates, and the next week, Gates began going public about the energy issue. Brian wanted me to arrange a meeting with him and Gates. I declined the invitation, for a few reasons. One of which is that I live here, and the people who wiped out Dennis’s company are still around, and do not have any scruples about wiping out somebody like me. I have refused all invitations to speak publicly in my home state, partly because of them. Another reason for declining Brian’s invitation is that Gates is far down the food chain of Earth’s power structure. To Godzilla, the retail elite like Gates are little more than boys with their toys, and there are mechanisms in place to ensure that a Gates never strays far and begins to overturn the applecart. Because they became elites by being greedy and ruthless, there was always little danger that they would suddenly grow consciences and do something as threatening to the system as pursuing FE. If somebody like Gates got a crazy idea like that, he would put himself in peril, and I wish him no harm. I doubt that I would talk to him about FE, even if he wanted to. Beseeching the elite regarding FE is not only a dead end, but can be suicidal. Of course, naïve newbies scoff because they have yet to walk the high road, and few of them ever will. But for those of us who have, the peril is all too real. During those early NEM days, my webmaster put this interview with Adam Trombly on NEM’s site, and the board members complained. Something like that would scare off the housewives and church members that NEM was trying to attract. That was one of many incidents like it that gave me cold feet at NEM. It is like that Jack Nicholson character saying, “ ” Trying to sneak slivers of the truth past people’s ego defense mechanisms is no way to pursue the biggest event in the human journey, and is one of several reasons why organizations such as NEM are doomed to never doing anything productive. The social approach will not work. I have yet to hear of any FE organization with a prayer of success, and I get bombarded with the drivel to this day. Just yesterday, that first interviewer sent me some infomercial on alternative energy, as if I am interested in tripe like that. I get it all the time, from many directions. Time to begin my busy day. Best, Wade

Hi: This will be another relatively short one, as I don’t have much time right now. My journeys with Dennis, Brian, hitting the books, writing for the public, and so on were one of a number of threads of my life. I have had a career during all of that, and I had several stress breakdowns, the first began right out of college, when I had a headache every waking hour for three months, until I was fired. I did not know it yet, but those headaches were a stress reaction. I burned out during my LA days, my first stint with Dennis, my trucking company job, and most recently at my high-tech company, and I took a break, partly to write my big essay, but partly to recover from ten straight years of unrelenting mayhem. On the personal front, I endured many devastations that were inflicted by my social circle, largely related to my journey with Dennis. By the time I heard that my mother mounted her “my son the criminal” scrapbook tour, it did not even hurt anymore, but up until recently, my family and friends inflicted despicable acts on me (until I weeded them all out of my life), as if I was their punching bag, virtually all related to my attempts to heal humanity and the planet or sponging off of me. And anybody who has walked a path like mine reports similar experiences. It just comes with the territory. Burying Mr. Professor sent me into the dark phase of my midlife crisis, followed closely by the drumbeat for invading Iraq, just as I was finishing up my website. But soon after finishing my site, one of Bucky Fuller’s pupils had me read some of his work, and the lightbulb went on: the paradigm that I had been groping toward for 40 years finally crystallized. A month later, I read this article by Richard Heinberg, just before the USA invaded Iraq. Soon afterward, Heinberg published his The Party’s Over, which I eagerly read. Until then, I was only vaguely aware of the Peak Oil situation. I avidly read Heinberg’s sources, such as Catton’s work, Tainter’s work on collapsed civilizations, and Deffeyes’s book on Hubbert’s Peak. Heinberg had been Velikovsky’s assistant, and his multi-disciplinary approach surely was influenced by Velikovsky. Encountering Heinberg’s work was important for my studies, and he even gets some credit for the path that led to writing my big essay. Heinberg created a huge splash in “progressive” circles with his Peak Oil message, just as the USA invaded the Middle East in its quest for oil hegemony. In his The Party’s Over, Heinberg mentioned FE as a possible solution. More than that, he mentioned Sparky Sweet (not by name, but anybody in the field knew whom Heinberg was writing about), mentioned how the patent process was one avenue of organized suppression, and he also mentioned the ET connection. Boy, was he ever coming right down my alley. After I read all of those books, I prepared to approach Heinberg, and in a very welcoming way. There he was, writing about situations that I had intimate knowledge about, and I wanted to introduce him to Brian, as this was just around the time that we founded NEM. A site that heavily promoted my work also was involved with Heinberg, and I asked that activist to introduce us, and we were. Looking back, I should have been warned by Heinberg’s semi-ridiculing exclamation points, and I was a little wary because of them, and Heinberg set me straight almost immediately: he was not really interested in FE at all, but just liked to disparage the idea while feigning interest. What a letdown. He has been banging the Peak Oil drums of doom ever since. A few years later, he even stated that there was no evidence of any FE device ever working. Nobody is as blind as those who refuse to open their eyes. I have seen plenty of conspiratorial musings about Heinberg over the years, claiming that he is one of Godzilla’s minions, similar to how Uncle Noam has been called a Left Gatekeeper. Those ideas are simplistic conspiratorial fare that I do not consider valid, but I understand the sentiment. They are simply boxed in by their conditioning, like everybody is. But the really frustrating part about Heinberg and his faux interest in FE was that the “progressives” and environmentalists could not get enough of his message of doom. The year after we founded NEM, we tried to get Brian into every venue that we could, and the very same “progressive” and environmental organizations that feted Heinberg slammed the door in Brian’s face. What is wrong with that picture? I was seeing Heinberg on the cover of magazines as I was buying groceries, and when I saw an interview with Heinberg in my Z Magazine, which I have subscribed to for more than 20 years, which finally spurred me to write two essays, one on Peak Oil and one on Heinberg and the Peak Oilers’ drums of doom. Heinberg was the quintessential Level 3, but a rather bizarre one. The “smart” dismiss FE on the “laws of physics” objection, and evidence of organized suppression is dismissed as a “conspiracy theory.” Both reflect the Fourth Epochs’ religion, and both are irrational positions, ironically. While Heinberg dismissed FE, he warmly embraced the leading conspiracy theory of the 21st century: the idea that 9/11 was an inside job. He was close pals with Michael Ruppert, who authored an “inside job” tome on 9/11, and they had blurbs on each other’s books. I contacted Ruppert back in those innocent days, and he at least replied somewhat graciously, but I never heard from him again, and he banged the Peak Oil drums of doom clear up to when he killed himself in despair. Those events helped lead to my realization that those drum-beaters were simply addicted to scarcity. Those were a seminal series of events for me, on the heels of reading Bucky’s work, in which he observed that people are addicted to scarcity and failure. The idea is not entirely original with me, but I eventually had it beaten into my head in no uncertain terms. Best, Wade

Hi: I am under some time pressure this morning to get to work, but to briefly return to my recent theme, in the aftermath of the Ventura experience, I immersed myself in a wide range of alternative material. One of the first times that I reached out was to Uncle Noam in 1992. While he was gracious and we corresponded for some time, he begged off of further consideration of my work, understandably. Several years later, when the Internet exploded onto the scene and I wrote my first site, I began interacting with the public for the first time since my days with Dennis. I reached out to what I thought were likely people, and other than Brian O, who was already on his own FE journey, I almost never found any takers. Because of my immersion in “progressive” literature, and Noam’s prodigious body of work was among my earliest influences, I am guilty of reaching out to such “progressives” many times over the years. But unless I was summarizing Ralph McGehee’s work or writing to Howard Zinn, to get his permission to quote him, I almost never heard back, and if I ever heard back specifically on the FE issue, other than gracious replies from Noam and Ed, it was dismissal, usually a variation of “wake me up when you deliver FE to my home” or something similar. I get such reactions, or lack of them, to this day. When Brian wrote in 1995 that he was going to become the Paul Revere of FE, I knew that he was going to have access to the leading scientific, academic, and “progressive” institutions that Dennis and I would never have, and while I had already had plenty of my own experiences by that time, I looked forward to hearing how his ride would go. When Brian and I met in 2001 with the California governor’s energy advisors, after nearly being run out of town, later that day, I got to hear how his ride as the Paul Revere of FE went. All that he received were crazed reactions of denial and fear, from the world’s leading minds. Then he made the observation that will stay with me until I die, when he openly wondered if humanity was a sentient species. I sadly understood his query. But we still tried, and founding NEM a couple of years later was one of those efforts. Brian kept trying until he died, and I still throw my line in when I can, but I have almost never received a nibble, as the various authors are boxed-in by their perspectives. More coming on that later, but for now, it is off to work. Best, Wade

Hi: Writing of the difficulties of language and unprecedented ideas, and the in-group biases of journalists and historians, yesterday I was talking with a young relative who is studying the Salem witch trials in a college class. I listened to what she was learning, and it was interesting to hear what she was being taught. The class theme was that the traumas of King Philip’s War brought on the witch trials. As my readers know, this is a near and dear subject to me, and I dug into my library this morning and spent part of the day reading Schultz and Tougias’s King Philip’s War, which is largely a military history of battle details. The authors make no bones that the brutal war devastated New England’s natives, whose death toll in the war was ten times the proportion of English losses, and set the pattern for the genocidal manner in which the English and Americans “settled” North America. I have written at length about that “settlement.” Their book spends a chapter at the beginning examining the larger picture and how the war began (land-greedy “settlers,” as usual), but then the rest of the book is a cut to the chase of the battles. Then I came to a page that told me in no uncertain terms that white men wrote the book, and a little background is in order. I wrote an essay about my adventures with Wikipedia’s editors regarding massacres of Indians by Europeans, and the double-standards that exist to this day are very telling. In the context of such events, a “massacre” generally refers to the slaughter of non-combatants (or surrendered combatants). When the Puritans stumbled into Massachusetts, they “settled” land recently “cleared” by European disease, and the Wampanoag sachem Massasoit thought that the new “tribe” would make good allies in the regional struggles, as his peoples were decimated by European disease while the neighboring Narragansett tribe was unaffected. Massasoit was the primary reason why the “Pilgrims” survived, and is a central figure in that legendary first Thanksgiving feast. Metacom, later called Philip, was Massasoit’s son. After about ten years of a relatively idyllic existence between the Pilgrims and their benefactors, land-greedy English began coming by the boatload, and it began going downhill for the natives. Wholesale slaughter and annihilation of entire tribes quickly became an English specialty. The Narragansett participated in the war that eliminated their neighbors, the Pequot, but they were shocked by the exterminatory brutality of the English. A Narragansett sachem, Miantonomi, seems to have seen the writing on the wall and tried uniting the natives against the invaders before he was murdered. So, the Narragansett were well acquainted with the genocidal English ways long before King Philip’s War broke out, and they were decidedly neutral when the war began. Then the English engaged in a preemptive strike on them, which slaughtered hundreds of women, children, and the elderly. Within a year, the Narragansett tribe was nearly extinct, as were the Wampanoag, and after being killed in an ambush, Philip’s head was displayed on a pole for a generation. Thus ended the people who welcomed the Pilgrims to New England. A few months after the slaughter of the Narragansett women and children, an English force of more than 60 militiamen from Plymouth Colony was marauding in Narragansett land and was ambushed and defeated in battle, with the English killed to the last man, and only a few Indian allies escaped. Both events are mentioned on page 57 of the book, but the successful ambush of the English troops was called a “massacre,” and the next paragraph called the English preemptive strike on the Narragansett a “tragedy.” Marauding troops with a lust for genocide getting some instant karma was a “massacre,” while the slaughter of the innocents is called a “tragedy.” Ah yes, those white historians. That kind of language can be subtle, and I wonder if the authors were even aware of the disparity in their depiction. This is really typical among white historians, even the seeming “progressive” ones. Best, Wade

Hi: A theme that I have continually visited in recounting my adventures is that the enemy is us, and these Yull/Fischer/NEM posts are no exception. While we encountered the agents of organized suppression many times (Bill the BPA Hit Man, Mr. Texas, Mr. Deputy, a CIA bagman, judges on the take, the lying media, etc.), most of the damage, by far, was inflicted by our allies. That is why conspiracists bark up the wrong tree when they see Godzilla and friends as the root of our problems, when he is just an opportunistic parasite taking advantage of humanity’s lack of integrity and sentience. Humanity wakes up and grows up, and Godzilla slinks away like the coward he is. Focusing on Godzilla and his antics is not the path to a healed humanity and planet. And that is why most FE newcomers do exactly the opposite of what they need to do, if they want to be safe and effective. They play the anonymous game in cyberspace (which will never make a dent of significance), fearing the agents of organized suppression, while thinking that they can proselytize to their social circles. The greatest peril, by far, does not come from the agents of organized suppression but from people’s social circles! And those newcomers almost invariably scoff at that, rush out to proselytize the FE “good news” to their social circles (because their social circles are different, of course, comprised of people with the right stuff), and if they do it much, they are shocked by the responses. As I recently wrote, careers have ended due to FE proselytizing. I have been attacked by Mr. Skeptic, Mr. Deputy helped ruin my life, as did Mr. Texas, and as criminally as they behaved, the most pain was always caused by my friends and family. Mr. Skeptic, Mr. Deputy, and Mr. Texas never brought me to tears like my friends and family did, as they knew where to hit me where it hurt the most. While Mr. Deputy brought me to the lowest part of my journey, which was my life’s turning point, the worst part, by far, was watching people act dishonorably and criminally, ad naseum, and especially those closest to me. Like Dennis, I was shocked for the first 50 times or so, but then I began to become used to it. By the time it got back to me that my mother had mounted her “my son the criminal” scrapbook tour, I was no longer surprised or even hurt. But sometimes a heart attack is just a heart attack, strange forms of cancer, hitting several key people simultaneously, is just a coincidence, being bludgeoned to death a few days after being the first speaker to commit to a FE conference is just one more sad random event on our benighted planet, and maybe when those deputies stole all of our technical material, it was only for their enjoyment, stealing it because they could, to peruse at their leisure while watching football games on TV. And if you believe all of that, I have a bridge that I would like to sell you. Navigating between denial and paranoia is a key to becoming effective in the FE pursuit, to lose one’s naïveté but keep one’s heart whole, to become worldly without becoming cynical. Almost nobody has ever done it, but I seek the few who can. For those I seek, as long as they are not trying to get rich and famous, filling their social needs, and letting their egos get the best of them, as they help manifest the biggest event in the human journey, they will be safe. The way that I am approaching it, the risks to the choir will be small, but I have also had to be very picky on who could join. Some aspirants have shown some potential, but they need to work on it, get seasoned, give up their social movement ideas and proselytizing, learn to think comprehensively, and the like. The last thing that I am going to do is bring in people who are not fit for the task. It would not be fair to them, me, or my merry little band, and for now, it is little indeed, but that is OK. I never expected this to begin quickly. Nothing like this ever has. Time for work. Best, Wade

Hi: On to NEM. My wife was glad that I signed up again with Dennis in 1996-1997, and that I carried Brian’s spears at NEM, as I “got it out of my system.” As I have written, I probably should not have signed up, because I was reeling both times. With Dennis in 1996-1997, particularly after Yull’s betrayals and Dennis’s jumping into bed with Fischer again, I was finished with the inventor/businessman’s approach. The bloom began coming off the rose for me with Mr. Inventor, and ten years later, Dennis admitted that almost nobody really cared, which I had already learned the hard way back in the 1980s. I really should not have been there, carrying Dennis’s spears again. Eventually, both of us recognized it, he let me finally come home in the spring of 1997, and I never left and don’t plan to. I have rejected Dennis’s entreaties to get involved with him ever since, and am happy that I did. I met Brian 12 years before he asked me to help found NEM, and an organization that Brian previously founded booted him out, and he nearly lost his life leading that parade. As I have written, in my first few minutes of the NEM experience, I realized that I was probably in the wrong place. Alden Bryant was the hippest environmentalist that I ever met, a Berkeley activist from the 1940s who was the grandfather of the Rio summit. Alden knew about organized suppression, and during one board meeting he drew attention to an FE inventor in his 70s who had recently been kangarooed into jail in Texas, and he wanted NEM to help bust him out. Once with Dennis was enough for me. But as hip as Alden was, he really had not been through the FE meat grinder, nor had anybody else at NEM except for me. Going through that meat grinder, if you can survive the experience, gives you some unique and necessary perspectives on the issue. Those perspectives were definitely lacking on the NEM board, and I began getting cold feet almost immediately. Alden brought an assistant to the first meeting that Brian kicked out immediately after our first meeting, and another activist that Alden brought in was literally in his 90s and was in full dementia when I saw him at the conference, as he did not even recognize me. It came to a head for me around the fateful board meeting in May 2004, a year after Brian asked me to help found NEM. The “let’s have a conference” mentality dominated, and I really had had enough of shows and conferences by then, but I put up the money to get the ball rolling. At that meeting, the board members began throwing around names of potential speakers, and two were that Canadian pirate and the scientist who libeled Dennis! That libeling scientist was not only brought up several times by various board members, I had my nose rubbed in it before the meeting was over. I was nearly 20 years removed from learning my lessons of integrity and how vital it is for anything like NEM. There we were, inviting scoundrels and criminals into our inner circle, and we had not even gotten off the ground yet. Talk about a doomed effort. I am going to tell an anecdote that I doubt that I have publicly revealed before, to give a flavor of what I have had to deal with over the years. When I first read that libel tract on Dennis back in 2001, I just chalked it up to one more of Dennis’s innumerable assailants who lied to make his case. He did not tell a little white lie in passing, but told big lies that formed the centerpiece of his attack. When Mr. Skeptic stalked and attacked me for several years, he heaved a disinformation bomb, which was about a 15-point collection of half-truths and outright lies, which he hoped would overwhelm any recipient, who would then think that I was a madman, criminal, or one of Dennis’s dupes. That is a “shock and awe” strategy that they lead their attacks with, so that if big, Hitlerian, sensational lies are presented as seeming fact at the very beginning, then the audience can get sucked into the reality framework that the xxxx establishes, and they never really escape, unless they exercise powers of discernment. Few ever do, as they fall under the disinformation specialist’s malevolent spell. I have witnessed that effect many times. Ignoring that libel tract as just one of many scurrilous attacks was not a strategy that worked for me, as I have been given that tract more than a dozen times over the years. It popped up again a few years ago, as Foster Gamble promoted it and still does, to my knowledge. Many sites have featured my work over the years, and back in the late 1990s and early 2000s, the prominent ones would soon receive a visit from Mr. Skeptic, spewing his lies with his disinformation bomb. Being featured like that also brought other kinds of attention that was not too bad, and I met some of my pals that way, such as how the Avalon experience has been. Only a month or two before Brian invited me to found NEM, I was invited into another effort, whose founder saw my writings on a site that featured me. That founder thought that my work was the best on the Internet for current events, and invited me into his inner circle. He had recently enjoyed his 15-minutes of fame in the global media with his professional political work, and was trying to build his momentum. He promoted FE on his site, but when I visited his site, the FE section was dominated by the libel tract on Dennis! I informed that activist, whom I still see lionized to this day, even at Avalon, that I could not join an effort that featured a libel tract on my former partner. The man offered to act as an intermediary in my “dispute” with that libeler, and I even have an email from that libeler from that incident, but my stance was clear and unwavering: I did not want to hear a story or excuses. The matter was clear: either support that $100 million number or retract it. Since I knew better than anybody on Earth what the real number was, the libeler was wise enough to not play that game with me, but a retraction never came. That disinformation essay is prominent to this day. That activist then spent a day creating a two-page summary of that ten-page essay, to assuage my concerns. He was still going to promote the 10-page libel essay, but accompany it with a two-page summary that left out the libel. That was not good enough for me, and it should be easy to see why. I then spent about two days writing an inside account on my journey with Dennis, to draw the big picture of what we were doing and what we faced. He was getting the goodies, in a way that the public never has, and it was a complete waste of my time. His response to my 30-page inside-scoop letter was the observation that if Dennis, Mr. Mentor, and I were as talented as I had portrayed (they were the talent, not me, the spear carrier), then he could not imagine why we would not have been successful in bringing FE to the world. Yes, people in prominent places can be that naïve, people who should know better. With that reply, I was done with that activist, privately shaking my head. Not only does that libel tract still dominate that activist’s site today, when that scientist wrote that libel tract, he cleverly did not name Dennis when he attacked him, although he named Dennis earlier in the essay, and anybody in the field knew full well who he was writing about when he attacked Dennis. That activist did that libeler one better by noting on his site that the libeler is writing about Dennis when he attacked him. The only visible effects of my interaction with that activist were his going that libeler one better in his essay, and writing that two-page summary that left out the libel. Was that an improvement? A year later, at the NEM board meeting, as I stood talking with a board member, soon after that libeler was mentioned more than once as a potential conference speaker (and I was our only funder at the time), Alden walked up to us. Alden was from the old school, with his activism based on handing out pamphlets and the like. As I stood there, talking to a board member (who has also featured that libeler in that board member’s books) Alden was handing out that two-page summary. He put it in my hands as I was talking. I nearly exploded when I saw what he put in my hands. Brian tried calming the waters, making an observation about personality conflicts in the FE milieu. Brian was off-base about what was happening, which my readers can probably appreciate. It had nothing to do with personalities, but with criminal behavior. There were similar events that weekend. I went home to Seattle, fuming. Not only was I funding NEM at that time (Joel would soon lose his job because of his FE proselytizing, so he had all summer to stage the conference, and he and I were the prime movers of that conference, being the only corporate members of NEM), but the fact that we were inviting that Canadian pirate and that libeling scientist into our inner circle, and we had barely gotten off the ground, clearly showed me where we were heading. I had watched that movie too many times already, and I tried to get the board to understand that inviting proven scoundrels into our effort would end badly. Not one of them, even Brian, understood my concern. The most sympathetic of them thought that the scientist owed Dennis an apology, or that the libeler’s presence at the conference would be too painful for me. That was not the point at all. Brian soon learned the hard way what I was concerned about. I asked to resign from NEM, immediately after that board meeting, even though I was its only funder. Brian begged me to stay, so I did. Most of the board knew Eugene Mallove, and he was a unanimous choice as a conference speaker. Brian introduced me to Mallove the previous winter. Our board meeting was on Saturday, Mallove committed on Monday, I believe, but that was a very strange week. I began getting NEM’s website professionally managed, or so I thought, and my employee botched some things that week that caused Brian to blow his stack. Some was understandable, but some seemed over-the-top, as if Brian was dealing with undercurrents that were invisible to me. I was working 12-hour days at my day job for an Internet company, and I put in ten dog-years there, before taking the career break to write my big essay. I worked 12-hour days in the office and came home to an NEM board in pandemonium, and helped calm the waters. By Friday, it was smooth-sailing, and I got an email from Brian, thanking me for hanging in there and straightening out the problems. Brian also wrote that he thought that we might have been under some kind of psychic attack, maybe psychotronic, as a way to derail NEM before it got off the ground. As Brian was writing me that email, the police were discovering Mallove’s body, after he had been bludgeoned to death. We heard the news the next morning. That was the beginning of the end of Brian’s involvement in NEM. He immediately began searching for someplace to move to, outside of the USA, and he move to South America immediately after the NEM conference in September 2004, and lived the rest of his life in exile. I did not blame him. I will always be skeptical of the official reason behind Mallove’s murder. The spooks have all sorts of ways to engineer incidents that can incapacitate or kill the targets. I clearly recall the emotional agony of that week, and Brian’s writing about being under psychic attack is not farfetched. I have experienced that level of agony only a few times in my life, and an aspect of it seemed artificially engineered, which I noticed at the time. The agony had an extra “oomph” behind it, which did not seem like it came from me, but was somehow being inflicted on me. I paused what I was doing and tried to put those feelings at bay. It was not a pleasant experience, to put it mildly. Mallove was a rather pugnacious fellow, and the way that he wrote, both to me and publicly, made it seem like he would be good in a bar fight. A think that a very plausible series of events was Godzilla’s minions beaming their mind-and-emotion-f**k technology onto key NEM board members and our first conference speaker, and see if that was enough to get the effort to self-destruct. Even if Mallove’s tenants really did it, and they seem to have, I think that there may well have been some “help” given to create the situation that led to Mallove’s death. As I recall, Mallove uttered some racial or ethnic epithet that directly led to the attack that killed him, and I will always wonder if his outburst had a little “help” from Godzilla’s minions. Brian nearly died immediately after rejecting an “offer” from the USA’s military to do classified military work, after he hosted a UFO conference, and that organization booted Brian out afterward, too. Brian was spooked after Mallove’s death, and understandably. Brian went AWOL in South America as Joel and I were getting the conference together, as he abdicated his CEO role. They were challenging times! Being an accountant, I handled most of NEM’s money in those days, contributed $15K to the cause after I asked Brian if I could bow out, and when that conference came, the last place on Earth that I wanted to be was there, and I ended up running the registration table! My wife helped me, and I took only one break at the conference’s first day, to see Greer speak. Groupies swarmed Brian, and it was a conference scene that I wanted no part of. It was a two-day conference, and as I worked the table for the second morning, guess who arrived? That libeler! Not only did he arrive, Brian and another board member were giving that libeler bear hugs 20 feet from the registration table. Talk about in my face! An hour later, after my registration duties were complete, I stormed out of there, drove home, and quit NEM the next day. Brian accepted my resignation with “understanding and sadness.” The same day, Brian’s pal John Mack died in an “accident,” and there was no keeping Brian from moving to South America after that. He had completely moved within a month of the conference, and Joel helped Brian move. Years later, Brian wondered if Joel was his CIA “handler.” I let Brian know that I strongly doubted it, and that Joel was just another overgrown Boy Scout who had not been through the meat grinder yet. But Brian’s “paranoia” was understandable. This is the kind of terrain that you navigate when you play these games, and it is not for dabblers or the faint of heart. It is kind of a long story that I don’t want to get into today, if ever in public, but that other NEM board member giving the libeler bear hugs with Brian was later part of the board’s “rebellion” (Brian’s term) that booted Brian out of NEM, and that rebel got a lot of my money to boot. Brian was angry about what happened and offered to provide evidence to me of what happened, but I really did not need to know and declined Brian’s invitation to study his evidence. It was only going to be the hundredth variation of events that I had witnessed for myself, and it is not pleasant activity to engage in, to witness people acting dishonorably. I was not surprised at all by what happened. I gave NEM several thousand dollars after I left, and wish Joel the best, but what I saw did not make me optimistic. I could go on for quite some time on this subject, but I’ll wrap up with this: one of the eventual board members attacked Brian at the same time as he embraced Mr. Skeptic, while making excuses for Mr. Skeptic’s criminal behavior. What is wrong with that picture? In the end, I was about the only person who bowed out with honor, Brian eventually realized it and understood why I left, and years after I stepped down, Brian came back into my life and I carried his spears again. It was an honor to serve. Brian initiated the events that led to my first public interviews. What a truly great man he was. He did not play anywhere close to Dennis’s level, but his was one of FE milieu’s wisest voices, and he is missed, by me and many others. I’ll finish this post with the incident that I began this post intending to write about, and my Yull writings are only a prelude. In 2004, as we were staging the conference, Alden was pulling all the strings that he could and helping run NEM’s administration, such as handling its mail. Alden was on a first-name basis with the big names in environmentalism, such as the CEOs of the Sierra Club, Greenpeace, etc. I had already had my lessons with environmentalists (as had Brian, such as with Lester Brown), and Alden was about to. I did not pay much attention to what Alden was doing on that front, as I had seen that movie too many times already, but Alden was the biggest name that bridged the FE and environmentalist camps, and he did what he could. I do not recall any environmentalist of note, other than Alden, getting involved with NEM back then. One day, as Alden and I were talking about some business matters, the subject of Yull came up. Like so many Californian progressives in the 1990s, Alden was involved with Yull (as Adam Trombly also was). I talked to Alden about our days with Yull, and how we had paid him his $250,000 commission and treated him like a king, and Alden interrupted me with, “What do you mean, you paid him $250,000?!” I said that we paid him, and Alden interrupted me again, with “What did you pay him with?” At that moment, I was almost tempted to say, “Money, Alden. Have you ever heard of that?” But I just went into the facts of wiring the money to some Chinese account that Yull instructed Dennis to wire the money to, along with buying $1 million of Brown’s Gas machines, and I told Alden some of the details of Yull’s betrayal. That gained my credibility with Alden on the Yull issue, as he replied with, “That sounds just like something that Yull would have done.” Then Alden told me why he challenged my account of our encounters with Yull, especially the $250,000 commission that we paid him. Yull’s Southern California supporters were not only accusing Dennis and Yull of lying about why they did not stage the transmutation demonstration at the Philly show, they were spreading the word far-and-wide that Dennis had no money at all. It seems that Yull never told his starving supporters of the gravy train that he was on with Dennis. Imagine for a moment the craziness of my situation. Alden was handing me an essay written by a man who openly lied about the money that Dennis had raised from his “victims,” making an insane $100 million claim, who was being invited into NEM’s inner circle, while that Canadian pirate was also being invited in, who made his own bootleg Brown’s Gas machines while never giving Yull a penny and berating Dennis for letting Yull die “penniless,” and Alden was challenging me that Dennis ever had any money at all. Dennis either ripped off the public for $100 million or he had no money at all. It was surreal, and was part of why I stepped down at NEM. I have wrestled for years about revealing what I did in this post, but for the people I seek, it will be informative and educational, and will help them understand why I am trying out my current strategy. I named Joel and Alden because they have my respect, and Yull is long dead. The scoundrels shall largely remain nameless, but for those who are interested, the names are easily adduced, and I don’t mind naming Foster. Dennis thinks that Foster may be on some kind of special assignment for Godzilla or related interests, and I can see why he thinks that way. It’s a jungle out there! Best, Wade

Hi: I am still crazy-busy, and before I get back to NEM, I want to keep on with the theme that came up a few days ago, and explore why what I am doing is so challenging. There are several different frameworks to view this through, and they all mean that I am looking for needles in haystacks. Some are: Personal integrity is the world’s scarcest commodity; Multi-disciplinary thought, a la Bucky, is very rare; No previous Epoch has ever been anticipated before; almost nobody could even imagine it before it arrived, and FE will be the biggest one, by far, as humanity becomes a Type 1 civilization; There is nothing else on Earth like my body of work, it is a classic Old Artisan undertaking, and only about 10% of humanity today is Old Souls. There are many aspects of those frameworks that can help illustrate them. As I have written plenty, if a person’s heart is not in the right place, the rest does not matter for what I am attempting. If they have not already had an awakening experience, my work will not mean much, if anything, to them, as they will be trapped by their in-group conditioning. Quite often, all that they can see is that I advocate the end of the world as they know it (even when it means paradise), and they react in denial or fear. As Roads’s mentor said, we must choose love here; otherwise, we will be trapped by our socialization. I have stated it many times, that FE and love are joined at the hip, in both mystical and practical ways. After many years of my FE journey, I came to suspect that the ZPF was divine in nature, and that if we did not approach the issue from an alignment with that divinity, any FE effort will not be successful, or not for long, and Godzilla is just one of many reasons why. In the end, almost nobody wants to understand my work, and I have seen the many ways that people fail to understand. Hitting that bullseye is not easy, and is like walking the razor’s edge, even for those who want to try. Survivors of adventures like mine can understand more easily, but almost nobody has ever undertaken that path and survived with their sanity intact. I am trying to do something other than asking people to risk their lives, but it is still far more than almost anybody is willing or able to muster, and since impatience is my Achilles heel, this is also a great opportunity for me to work on my failings. Time for work. Best, Wade

Hi: Some odds and ends this morning, before a long day in the office. My 2,000-book library is my most valuable possession (which the burglars were not interested in ), and I use it constantly, rereading parts of books that I have already read, hunting for a quote that I remembered reading once, and the like. One friend that I brought out from Europe a few years ago asked me if I had read all the books in my library, and I replied, “I wish!” So many books, so little time. I cleaned up the stack of books next to my bed a couple of weeks ago, and the pile is already more than a dozen books, including some new ones that I am reading. Yesterday, I was reading Adam Wasserman’s history of gold book, which I used for my big essay. I have picked it up a few times in recent months. While reading, I decided that I would likely use some more of it. Julius Caesar rose to becoming emperor largely because his invasions secured so much gold from the conquered regions, and he bribed his way to becoming emperor, which ended the Republic once and for all. He obviously did not bribe enough people enough. Julius Caesar’s diary reads like Columbus’s log, in that his obsession was slaves and gold. Rome’s primary source of gold was the mines in Spain, after wresting them from Carthage. Working the gold-mining slaves to death stretched back to the pharaohs, and what Carthage and Rome did to the natives of the Iberian Peninsula, the Spaniards did to the Western Hemisphere’s natives nearly two millennia later. While rereading the section on the New World gold rush, I realized how conservative my estimates were. In my original American Empire essay, I estimated 20 million native deaths in the mining, plantation, and similar operations, simply based on my impression after years of study. In my 2014 revision, as I aligned my site with my big essay, I reduced the estimate to at least 10 million, for all of the abuse the natives endured, not only in the mines, but also on the plantations. In Wasserman’s book, he cited a historian from a century ago who estimated 20 million deaths in the mining operations alone. I just updated my American Empire essay to reflect it. That historian, writing a century ago, also estimated nearly 10 million African slaves came across the Atlantic, which is about today’s estimate. The numbers are mind-bogging. Europe’s conquest of humanity inflicted the greatest demographic catastrophes in the human journey, but you can’t find much discussion of it in my great nation, which is one of the greatest beneficiaries of that conquest. More than a year ago, I wrote that it was looking like it was going to be Hillary versus Jeb in 2016, which was surreal. Well, at least half of that nightmare is not going to happen this year. I am not sure if Hillary versus Trump is going to be any better. Shudder. Speaking of politics, the USA’s invasions and manipulations in Oil Country have raised the risk of nuclear war to its highest level ever. Quite an “achievement” by my great nation. Voices like this are rare in the USA, as they were when the USA invaded Southeast Asia. Empires only commit “mistakes,” never “crimes.” Only the losers ever face war crimes trials. Time for work. Best, Wade

Hi: I am going to be more revealing about some events. I will reveal very few names, as they are not that important. The purpose of these posts is to illustrate what I learned, not to tell some salacious gossip or a tale of woe. Not many have walked these paths, and fewer still survived, stayed sane, and wrote about their adventures. As some have noted periodically, I am also writing for an audience far beyond today’s readers. If FE makes it past humanity’s inertia and the organized suppression, historians are going to be mining this stuff. But my immediate goal is building the choir, and only an intelligent, informed, and honest discussion is going to attract the people that I seek. Another reason for not naming names is that I will be writing about some unscrupulous people, whom I have already seen in action. They have no qualms about going on the offensive against me, using the “the best defense is a good offense” strategy, hurling their lies at me (and worse, far worse) if I exposed their crimes and put their names on them. I don’t need any more of that in my life. For those for whom knowing the names is important, almost all of them are easily discovered, usually by surfing the Internet for a few minutes. Some names take a little gumption to discover, such as Bill the BPA Hit Man’s. Neither Dennis nor I reveal his last name in our public writings, mainly to protect the public. Bill is already responsible for one woman’s death, and is a hit man today for the medical racket. To find his name, people would have to do some archival digging, such as into the phony bankruptcy suit that he filed more than 30 years ago. Then people can surf the Internet and see how he created phony alternative energy credentials, the trail of tears that he has left in his wake, and the like. It can be a valuable educational process to study dark pather lives like that, to better understand how the rackets operate, using outright psychopaths like Bill to help keep threats such as Dennis at bay. But the idly curious, naïve, and gullible contacting Bill would put themselves in jeopardy in ways that they can barely fathom. That is related to my recent post about my “friend” who committed a crime in his fervor to hurt me. He is operating from deep ego dysfunction, and would be an expendable pawn in the hands of somebody like Bill, wrecking lives around him as he wrecked his own, and he would not begin to understand how he was used until it was too late. I have watched that movie too many times already, and even starred in them. None of my warnings are theoretical. The month after helping Ralph and hanging out with Brian, 9/11 happened, and that event initiated a series of them that sent me into the dark phase of my midlife crisis, and by the time that Bush pulled off his Nuremburg-style Mission Accomplished stunt, I was an emotional wreck. I clearly recall the emotional agony of the drumbeat to invasion and through the invasion, which may be seen one day as the first salvos of World War III. The 9/11 events might be seen as analogous to the Archduke’s Assassination, inside job or not, and the invasions of Iraq and Afghanistan might be analogous to Hitler’s early invasions. When I read articles and essays on the tenth anniversary of Iraq’s invasion, I am not sure that I saw even one Western pundit mention oil as a prominent motivation. As Uncle Noam has said, it takes hard work to stay that ignorant. Middle East oil is history’s richest material prize. Responding to an understandable ultimatum from my wife, I finished my site in September 2002, during the nadir of the dot.bomb’s aftermath. I was unemployed for nearly a year before I resumed my career by working for an Internet company, and spent ten years there. So, I had a front-row seat for the drumbeat for the invasion of Iraq. I also read Bucky Fuller’s work a couple of months before the invasion, and the paradigm that I had been groping toward for most of my life finally crystallized, and in hindsight, all the study that I did since then was directed at writing my big essay. It was an “unconscious” process for several years, and it was not until 2007, as I emerged from my midlife crisis (and began to burn out from my job’s pace – high-tech years are dog years) that I began studying with my big essay in mind, but I did not suspect that it would turn into a several hundred page essay. I did not begin understanding how large it would become until I was several chapters into writing it, and then I decided that it would be as long as it needed to be. I’ll be revising it this spring, as I may do annually for some time, like college textbook updates, but I expect that activity to eventually slow down. I am very happy with how the essay stands today, but science is always on the move, and I have important information to add, mostly from Nick Lane’s and Peter Ward’s recent books. Literally days after Bush’s Mission Accomplished stunt, Brian contacted me and asked me to help him found the New Energy Movement, and we had our first meeting in June 2003, and the next month I resumed my career. I soon had my life’s healthiest cash flow and funded NEM for its first year, spending about $17,000 in all. NEM’s president today, Joel, is a good man and is one of those over-grown Boy Scouts. Like the rest of us, he learned many lessons the hard way, as he pursued planetary healing. He reminded me of how I might have turned out if I had not met Dennis: well-meaning, but not yet battle-tested, and yet to witness the carnage and get sobered up. Joel has learned plenty during his NEM adventures, even if he did not play at Brian’s and Dennis’s levels. There are many levels of the game and avenues of learning. Again, I don’t recommend the trial-by-fire path that Dennis, Brian, and I took. Not many pupils survive that curriculum. Looking back, like when I went back with Dennis in 1996-1997, I really should not have been at NEM. I was an emotional wreck once again, and at that first NEM board meeting, I quickly realized that that was not the crowd that I needed to be in, and I did not see us getting much done of importance. It is one thing to play Indiana Jones’s sidekick, and that was too rough a ride for me, but the NEM people had not really been battle-tested, and it was evident in the first board meeting, and it got worse for me at future meetings. At Christmas 2013, we had a board meeting at Brian’s home (he moved to less than an hour away from my wife’s parents, in the Sierra Nevada foothills, after our 2001 meeting), and that is where I heard Mark tell his story for the first time, after hearing some of Brian’s descriptions of it. Joel had a hard time believing that my adventures really happened like I said they did, and my radicalizing moment on the witness stand was so far outside of his universe of the possible that he could not initially believe it. Other than my years with Dennis, my entire career has been spent in corporate America, and I hide out. I don’t walk through the halls, performing free energy proselytizing. I know better, but Joel had to find out the hard way. He was a chemist/salesman for a timber products company in the Pacific Northwest, and had been there for 20 years when I met him. He joined NEM at the same age at as my midlife crisis began, around 42 years old, and I wonder if that helped spur Joel. I warned him to not give up his day job for NEM, but he walked the halls at his office, doing free energy proselytizing with a salesman’s fervor, and they fired him for it. Career over. He has been scrambling ever since, and it was painful to witness. I am regularly approached by people who are cogs on the corporate machine, and almost without exception, they are highly naïve to how the world really works. People aren’t going to find out in their cubicles and corner offices, but I have many times witnessed corporate types “wake up” from their daily Starbucks and Blue Pill routine, and they then dove into the fringes, usually by embracing New Age/conspiracist fare, or some fringe “science” and scholarship that does not pass muster, and is often on the tabloid fringe. In these Internet days, it has really gotten bad. Anybody can publish anything. There is a mountain of chaff for every kernel of wheat on the fringes, and if you pick up Brian’s Miracle in the Void, you can see how Brian got waist-deep in the chaff himself. In the photo spread in Miracle, the first picture is of Sparky Sweet, who was the real deal. It is followed by several free energy big names, but one is of Tom Bearden, who most in the field really wonder about. Tom has some cred with me, with the emphasis on some. He far from the first person whom I would ask to explain free energy physics. Brian then published a couple of pictures of Yull, and I already covered Yull. While Brown’s Gas is indeed strange stuff, Yull did not have the right stuff. Brian had a picture of Sai Baba, and I have my doubts about his mystical credentials. The picture following Sai Baba’s was the Face at Cydonia, which Brian eventually realized was not artificial, and that the hype was overblown. About half of Miracle’s pictures were of the avant-garde art of his girlfriend’s, who I heard became his wife, although I am not sure that it was a legally recognized marriage. In an earlier fringe book, Brian published a picture of him climbing the Great Pyramid at Giza. To me, the whole “lost civilization” and “mystical” significance of elite monumental architecture is one of the biggest piles of chaff out there. IMO, all of those ancient monuments were a form of elite “display,” especially the necropolis at Giza. The secrets of free energy or “Atlantis” are not going to be deciphered by studying ancient monuments to the elite. They are just rocks, which outlasted the civilization that built them, as they ran out of energy. Whatever subtle energy effects may have been built into those megaliths is trivial compared to what is in Godzilla’s Golden Hoard. If Brian could be very hit-and-miss when embracing the fringes, what are the chances of cubicle enthusiasts getting at the truth by surfing the Internet or attending conferences? In my experience, not high, and I watch such enthusiasts disappear down rabbit holes filled with chaff all the time. They simply are not worldly or discerning enough to play that game. This is an endemic problem of the fringes. Our household has largely recovered from last week’s burglary, but I have been sick for the past week, while I am working a 60-hour week. I am getting too old for this! Thank god for ibuprofen. I have much more to write on my journey at NEM and afterward, and we’ll see if I write another post this weekend. Time for work. Best, Wade

Hi: I decided to take this series of posts to my current approach, and try to keep to the theme of “free energy, psychic abilities, and the skeptics and debunkers.” The psychic ability aspect is tightly woven into my journey, from my mystical and cultural awakenings happening the same year as my energy dreams began, to my existential crisis launching me on my career and that voice in my head leading me to Dennis. Mr Mentor’s inventions came via insight that was a close cousin, if not identical to, mystical insight. All of my FE fellow travelers that I respected the most also had mystical awakenings that were at least partly responsible for their FE pursuit, even with FE inventions coming from it. My relationship with Brian was a key thread in my journey, as our paths kept crossing, like ships in the night, before we partnered up, and still kept crossing and diverging and crossing until he died. Our meeting at the state capitol propelled us into our most intense years, which saw Brian flee the USA in fear of his life. The skeptics and debunkers also dogged us all the way. I had my own Internet “debunker” stalker, and when Brian spoke publicly, a debunker/assailant often arrived to hassle/heckle Brian. Once, during our interactions, Brian was reeling from hate mail that he received, which came with having his email address publically available. What Brian and I endured was trivial compared to what Dennis survived. That some of Dennis’s most criminal assailants came from within the FE field, from provocateurs to “skeptics” that inveigled themselves into the FE field, to libelous writers who get lionized to this day, to Dennis’s allies who endlessly betrayed him, is one of the greatest ironies that I know of. Humanity is its own worst enemy, and the Global Controllers easily manage the human herd as we stampede toward the cliff. From the autumn of 1999, when the first stirrings of my monster of a midlife crisis began, through the winter of 2000-2001, I consulted full-time. In the winter/spring of 2001, I resumed working on my site, while consulting only about 15 hours a week, and that pattern held until I finished my site in September 2002. In early 2000, I hired my editor and got the education of my writing career from her red pen. In August of 2001, when I helped Ralph McGehee with his FBI hassles and met Brian in Sacramento, I might have been hoping that my midlife crisis was waning, but the next month taught me my folly, when I saw those WTC towers burning. The viciousness and insanity that I received from the American public in the wake of 9/11 got so bad that I eventually removed my email address from my site. The final blow, however, was when a childhood friend not only decided to attack me, but he also tried to damage my already fragile relationship with my mother after I discovered his crime, in a tactic called, “the best defense is a good offense.” He called me a decade earlier, to tell me that my mother had just left his home during her “my son the criminal” scrapbook tour. I don’t know how many stops she made, but I’m sure that it was not the only one. His parents, who also received the show, were some of my investors. I was teenage best friends with his older brother. My “friend” committed a bone fide crime in his ardor to hurt me, the kind that merited at least a restraining order and could have led to prosecution, and I have held the evidence over his head ever since to keep him quiet. In his egocentric insanity, he cannot fathom his peril, as people like Bill the BPA Hit Man would manipulate him like putty to attack me, which could wreck his life and the lives of those around him. He is just one of many examples that I could make of people on the far periphery of the free energy issue turning into Orcs lusting after The One Ring. Near the heart of the issue, few can stand the heat for more than minutes. Our relationship ended after the 50th conversation or so in which he tried to challenge my radicalized worldview by justifying violence, and attacked me for more than the next decade, but always in cowardly fashion, as he did it anonymously, but was not smart enough to cover his tracks. Those closest to you know where to hit you where it hurts the most. That is one of many events in my store of experiences behind my warnings to free energy newcomers who want to proselytize to their social circles. They risk ostracism and more when they do that. In 2001, that free energy scientist libeled Dennis, and I just chalked it up to one more criminal assailant, but that essay continues to haunt me, as people hand it and send it to me as an example of fine writing on the subject ( ! ). In May 2002, a couple of months after removing my email address from my site, Mr. Professor died, which sent me into the dark phase of my midlife crisis, which did not crest until Dennis invited me to the White House. Those were eventful years, and I’ll write about them like I haven’t before. Time for work. Best, Wade

Hi: I see that I already wrote a little vignette on Victor Fischer, so I don’t need to belabor the issue, but will tell a few new details. When Mr. Texas made his play, Dennis was in jail and I was in Washington, trying to recover from the events of the first half of 1988. While Mr. Engineer and Mr. Researcher immediately signed up with Mr. Texas, naively and dishonorably, Fischer had already seen that movie and was not deceived by Mr. Texas’s Mr. Rogers act. Fischer had stirred up trouble in Ventura before Dennis was arrested, so I knew that he was no saint, but I gave him worldliness and intelligence points, not integrity points, when he did not sign up with Mr. Texas. He disappeared when Dennis was arrested, when he could have helped, and Mr. Professor never forgave Fischer for his act of abandonment. Within days of Yull’s blowing up his relationship with Dennis, Dennis tracked down Fischer, who happened to be living nearby in New Jersey. Dennis acted like some long-lost friend came back into his life, but Mr. Professor and I were decidedly unimpressed. I think that Dennis was desperate, after the Yull fiasco, and thought that he could resurrect his FE effort with Fischer. It seemed like Dennis thought that Fischer not signing up with Mr. Texas gave him “good guy” points, but it only gave him smart and worldliness points, in my book. He saw where Mr. Texas’s play was going to end up, when so few others could, blinded by their greed, fear, and Mr. Texas’s Mr. Rogers act. With my nerdish ways, I am not big on reading body language and other non-verbal cues, but my memory is nearly photographic and I don’t miss a whole lot. The day that I met Fischer, I handed him a check for $1,000, as Dennis’s initiation of the relationship. The day that Dennis got back together with Fischer, nine years later, I also handed Fischer his “hello” check. Those weren’t the only times that I handed him checks, either, and noticing how people react to being handed money comes with the territory of being a controller, and it can be interesting. Fischer had an unusual gesture in receiving money, with his hand shooting out, palm up, like a reflex. Again, I am not big into reading body language, but I noticed his same eager gesture when I handed him money nine years apart, and I think that I saw into his soul a little. Fischer was all about the money, and rode on a gravy train with Dennis for a few years, before he abandoned Dennis and left him high and dry. Dennis was surprised and hurt, but I don’t know why Dennis could not see that one coming from a thousand miles away. I suppose that that is another reason why I am not with Dennis. Mr. Mentor is one hell of a lot smarter than me, and a world-class inventive talent, and if he thought that hydraulic heat engines married to Dennis’s heat pump panels could make free energy, who am I to say he is wrong, even if the thermodynamic textbooks say differently? My jury is still out on whether it would work or not, but we were building a prototype of Mr. Mentor’s engine before we switched gears and began building Fischer’s hydraulic heat engine, when we were raided. Hydraulic heat engines and super heat pumps are big news, even if they could not do free energy, but as I have written, I believe that the greatest threat that we posed to the Global Controllers was that I had brought the talent and resources together so that Dennis could mount an effort at building a network that could distribute disruptive energy technology, the heat pump not least of them. Sparky Sweet lived just down the road and was avidly watching our efforts, and there were plenty more like him out there. I believe that the primary threat that we posed was Dennis’s getting together with people like Sparky and Mr. Mentor, and achieving something that made Seattle look like a mere prelude. That fear was behind the CIA’s billion dollar offer to make Dennis go away, before we got the boom lowered on us. One day, I may be able to publicly tell more of the story, but let’s just say that Dennis has had the Global Controllers’ full attention several times, and because of my role in those events and the fact that I stay in the public eye and have not given up, I have their attention, too. The Eye of Sauron is farseeing, and there is no use in trying to hide from it. Only fools think that they can sneak past it. I think that I am relatively low on the radar, however, and plan to stay that way until I get a choir built. When Fischer left Dennis high and dry (after failing to get a prototype to run how he said he could), in about the year 2000, I was long past being interested in the inventor/businessman’s approach to free energy. The only prayer that such an approach has, IMO, is an inventor with the goods to give it to a worthy group, who can develop it and then give it to the world. I have never met or heard of the inventor with the goods willing to give it away, and that worthy group does not yet exist, and my “choir” efforts can be seen as trying to help form it. I am not done writing about Yull, either. When Yull screwed and abandoned Dennis, I heard the catcalls coming from the fringe crowd, and that Canadian pirate, who never gave Yull a dime, berated Dennis for letting Yull die “penniless.” Nothing could be further from the truth, but the truth does not matter in those circles, as I had been discovering. Dennis has never stopped trying, and after Fischer left Dennis high and dry, Dennis did another barnstorming tour in the spring of 2001. He had some FE technology that he was promoting, and I discovered years later that his rotating magnet prototype likely was tapping the ZPF, when it approached 2,000 RPM, but a proof of concept prototype is a far cry from powering a home. Dennis had to route his equipment around Washington State, as the authorities there still hounded him. One reason why I turn down all offers to speak publicly in my home state is that Ms. Pinch Hitter still works for the Attorney General’s office, and people are still recovering, thirty years later, from having their lives ruined by the electric company gangsters. I don’t want to stir up any of that mess, not where I live. I attended Dennis’s 2001 show in Washington, and an obnoxious camera crew got right in Dennis’s face and would not leave, and Dennis eventually had a wrestling match with the cameraman. It was very painful to witness. Dennis later called it his “anger and bitterness” tour, as he let the slings and arrows get to him. He is very human, but that was the last time that he let himself get down like that and react to the slings and arrows. A few months later, Brian and I began our close collaboration. When I told him about the underground exotic technology show that a close colleague/friend was treated to, Brian almost yawned, as it was old news in his circles. Right around that time, a free energy scientist wrote an article that dishonestly attacked Dennis. What that scientist did is called criminal libel in the USA, and at the time, Mr. Skeptic was getting on national TV shows that smeared Dennis, as he lied out of both sides of his mouth. Mr. Skeptic campaigned against Dennis until he was finally run out of the USA, and then he quietly folded his tents, which lends to the suspicion that like Bill the BPA Hit Man and several others, Mr. Skeptic was being paid to harry Dennis. What was amazing to me about Mr. Texas, Bill the BPA Hit Man, Mr. Deputy, Mr. Skeptic, that libeling scientist, and others like them was not that the Big Lies about Dennis that they constantly told, but how easily they duped people with their lies. They all had the Mr. Rogers/Boy Scout/affable skeptic act down pat, and it easily duped people, along the lines of Hitler’s Big Lie strategy. Almost nobody ever exercises any discernment, even people supposedly far smarter and worldlier than me, and I finally realized that such seeming blindness was just another variation of my journey’s primary lesson. People are easily duped because they are inherently self-serving, with the horizons of their awareness rarely extending past their immediate self-interest, and the carrots and sticks easily work on them. That is why for the herd’s size, the Global Controllers’ task is surprisingly easy: the masses do almost all of his work for him. If I had not witnessed it many times, I would not have believed it. I will have much more to write on those subjects, in coming posts, and reveal some new information. Time for work. Best, Wade

Hi: While Dennis and I were speaking at DOE hearings, Yull was roaming hotel rooms across the USA, on Dennis’s nickel, with his manservant in tow. It came to a head with Yull a few weeks after those hearings. Dennis recorded all of his phone calls, and informed everybody that he talked to that he did. I rarely listened to any of them, but he had me listen to a call that he had with Yull. Again, Dennis is scientifically illiterate and often leaps before he looks, and accepts guidance from that voice in his head. I can’t really blame him, but it can make for odd decisions, and Dennis definitely had his trials with inventors. As I wrote, some have made wide-ranging claims for Brown’s Gas (BG), overstating its practical potential, IMO, and one of those areas was with welding. BG is not the ideal welder for all welding applications, and good old oxyacetylene is superior in many situations. While Dennis’s big play with BG was going to be the nuclear waste application, he got caught up in the welder hype, and that $1 million of BG machines from China were bought with welding in mind, including exotic types of welding, such as underwater. The BG machines did not quite work as advertised, and being made in China more than twenty years ago, their quality fell short of machines manufactured in the West. We sent one of our volunteers to China, and that Chinese city sent out some techs to Dennis’s New Jersey facility to repair our BG machines. The call with Yull lasted 45 minutes or so, and it was the Yull Show. Dennis asked Yull why the BG machines were not working so well for welding, and other problems, and Yull went off into long technical explanations. Dennis did not say more than a few sentences on that phone call, just asking a few questions. Yull talked and talked, but really did not answer why the machines did not seem to be very good for standard welding applications, or the other problems they had. And the call’s end, Yull took off his mask for Dennis, and said something like, “What are you complaining about? You made plenty of money off of me!” It was a like a con man revealing his ploy to his victims, as he pulled off the sting. Dennis then sent Yull a message, saying that he wanted Yull to state, in writing, what kind of deal that he was willing to have Dennis put together. It was about the last exchange that Dennis had with Yull. Yull had his manservant write out the contract that Yull dictated. It was thoroughly insane. Yull demanded $5 million up front, as a mere downpayment on sums that were mind-boggling, without him having to deliver anything. That was in late February or early March of 1997. Yull had the best, most loyal ally that he could have wished for, and instead, he pissed on him. Publicly, Dennis put the best face on it, but privately, he was done with Yull. I left Dennis’s organization soon afterward, so do not know all the details after that, but I doubt that Dennis had any involvement with Yull after that. I think that Yull returned to China, and then went to Australia. He shipped a container of his equipment to Australia, and it was held up at customs because it was radioactive. Yull died in Australia in May of 1998, officially of diabetes, but he smoked like a chimney, drank radioactive water, and survived a dozen years in Soviet gulags and Turkish prisons. The thinking in Dennis’s camp was that Yull developed a kind of paranoiac insanity in his last years. I have seen what paranoia does to people. It is not pretty, and I have borne the brunt of it more than once, as the paranoid lash out at everything near them, even their greatest friends and allies. Dennis put all of his eggs in Yull’s basket, and Yull set it on fire. That really is the story of Dennis’s life with inventors, and Dennis was not just finding the bad actors; it was just another illustration of my journey’s primary lesson: personal integrity is the world’s scarcest commodity. Yull was just one of a parade of inventors I watched cycle through Dennis’s organizations, and all the ones I saw eventually betrayed Dennis, and all of them wanted to get rich and famous, above all. Free energy inventors announcing that they are the Messiah or Second Coming are normal in the field, where realities beyond the dreams of avarice beckon. Quite frankly, having a hand in manifesting the human journey’s greatest event challenges anybody’s ego, and since inventors are primarily self-serving in their motivation, they quickly lose their bearings as their egos go into overdrive, and megalomania is a distinct risk. It can be quite a sordid spectacle. I began my journey with the delusion that the extra helping of creativity that inventors possessed included an extra helping of integrity. Maybe it does, but it is not much. I have long thought about my delusion and why it took so long to shed it. It is probably because I am an Artisan soul, and creativity is the positive pole of an artisan’s expression, and can only be reached via love. But in a world of scarcity and fear, almost nobody ever acts from their positive pole for long, if at all. Mr. Inventor was my first indicator that I had been misled by Mr. Mentor, and by the time the dust settled in Ventura in 1990, I strongly suspected that the inventor/businessman’s approach to exotic technology, up to and including free energy, was not going to work. By the end of my days with Dennis in 1996-1997, I was certain of it, and have not really been interested in what Dennis has done since then, but the inventor/businessman’s route is all he knows, so he doggedly kept at it. I have one more vignette to tell about my days with Dennis, as he brought his final inventor into his stable before his 1996-1997 effort collapsed, who had been there before, Victor Fischer. I am not quite through with writing about Yull, as there are pertinent aspects of his story that I have yet to tell, even after he died. His manservant later told me that he kind of missed Yull, even with all of his craziness and greed. Yull was just a typical inventor, even if he was not quite the original inventor of BG, but he is still a political football, all these years later. Time for work. Best, Wade

Hi: As Yull flitted around the USA, living off of Dennis’s largesse, Dennis was trying to make things happen. I am not sure when he got involved with that so-called Christian trust, but those American Indian tribes approached him soon after I came aboard, and I wonder if my American Indian writings had anything to do with it. More than a decade later, I realized that they were part of a big sting operation against us. If Yull had not kept blowing the deals apart that Dennis tried to put together, I might have gone to prison. I had to renew my passport for preparation in closing deals abroad, and I now realize that if I had gone, I might have never come back. With operations such as those, not everybody is on it, and I’ll never know who was in on it and who was blindly doing their jobs, without an inkling of the true nature of those operations. The tribes had a woman who was making the bank trades, or trying to, and she was “mentored” by a man who told Dennis that he was the sixth most powerful man on Earth, and Dennis once met him in his penthouse suite in Manhattan with his entourage. It was a sophisticated operation. Here is an example of Yull’s paranoia and general craziness. Dennis and Yull met with that Indian woman, and regarding some money issue and what she could deliver, she told them that she could “tell you” in three days. Some days or weeks later, Dennis mentioned that woman to Yull, and Yull replied, “What an evil woman! She said that she could kill me in three days!” Dennis laughed about that incident, but it showed where his relationship with Yull was heading. Dennis had not only put all of his eggs in Yull’s basket, his big play was using the transmutational properties of Brown’s Gas (BG) to make a play with the federal government. In those days, the Department of Energy (DOE) was holding hearings on its proposed nuclear waste facility in New Mexico, for the low-grade waste. The DOE’s solution was burying it in the ground. The DOE staged a series of public hearings to discuss the matter. I began getting educated on BG for meeting Yull, and I studied more for those hearings, as Dennis and I spoke at them in February 1997, near the Savannah River Site. That is the last road trip that Dennis and I did together. Dennis is crippled from his paralysis and the VA’s negligence, and avoids walking when he can, so I pushed him through the airports in a wheelchair, and our final airport was at Augusta, Georgia, which is a tiny airport that is overwhelmed each year for The Masters. What a company town that we spoke in, next to the Savannah facility. The street next to the building where the hearings were held was named something like “Atomic Boulevard.” There was one hearing in the morning, and one in the afternoon. At the hearings, I spoke first, and Dennis spoke second. I was the facts-and-figures guy, while Dennis was the salesman. The hearings were sparsely attended, with maybe 40 people watching, and I specifically remember a young kid, in his 20s, wearing a suit, who obviously worked for the nuclear waste contractors. He seemed puzzled and hostile toward our presentation. Outside the meeting hall was a truck from a waste contractor, which had one of those “cutaway” payloads, as the nuclear waste truck had been made into an educational exhibit so that people could see the insides and see how the waste was handed in the truck. I spoke to open the hearings, and had a little stage fright, in what seemed a hostile environment for our message. But the man who ran the hearings was friendly. After the morning hearings, it was time for a lunch break, and Dennis and I headed out to the car to find a restaurant. Guess who followed us out to the car? The man who ran the hearings! I was driving, and the man came up to Dennis’s window, leaned in, and gave Dennis his business card. Then he said something that I will never forget. He said that we were the third group that had proposed neutralization solutions at those traveling hearings, and then he said, “There are people who stand to make a lot of money in managing nuclear waste. If your solution does not make them money, it will not go anywhere." Then he said that he was an underling with little power, and he would see what he could do at the DOE. And a month later, we did get a call from the DOE, but it was some low-level kid who was checking the box. However, I later heard that our proposal made the newspapers on the West Coast, and it was an election year, so I heard that the Clinton administration was toying with our proposal, probably as an election year ploy, but we had already heard from Gore and Clinton, so I did not take that very seriously. I am not sure if I have publicly disclosed it before, but at the time, I was closely related to a member of Clinton’s cabinet, and might have been tempted to try that route, but the person was a well-known political operative whom I would not have trusted as far as I could throw an elephant. I have never visited Washington, D.C., and hope that I never do. Approaching the DOE was Dennis’s trip (and later Brian’s), not mine, but hearing that DOE official make that statement was worth the trip. Nuclear waste management is just another racket. That was far from Dennis’s only encounter with DOE officials, and they generally were like that man who ran the hearings, in that they wanted to be helpful, but also recognized the vast, corrupt machine that they were part of. I wonder how many became zombies, like those who fill the halls at Langley. Time for work. Best, Wade

Hi: Here is a short Yull post, before I begin a long week at work. I have written it before, that I began my journey thinking that inventors were heroes, as I was misled by my first professional mentor. I walked into Dennis’s company with that delusion firmly placed, but when the dust settled four years later, I had strong doubts that the inventor/businessman’s route to FE, or anything outside the orthodox energy box, had a prayer. When Dennis admitted to me, within days of my joining up again in 1996, that his idea when I became his partner - that people really cared, but had nothing worth caring about - was wrong, and that he was now sifting through humanity’s mine tailings, looking for nuggets, I wondered what he thought he would accomplish. His network was comprised of “patriots,” "Christians," and various fringe flavors, with conspiracists well-represented, including those with Dennis’s redneck roots, but almost none of what I saw seemed inspired by integrity, but a desire to be free of taxation, government, get into heaven by knowing God’s password, get rich, and the like. I saw little more than self-serving motivation, and it was not inspiring. The staff was mostly employees working for a paycheck. While there were some good people amongst the volunteers that formed the core, it did not seem like nearly enough, and Dennis also experienced his fair share of betrayal from that gang, too. It was like Dennis was on Diogenes’s quest for the honest man, almost always coming up empty. I was already not in good shape to be joining up with Dennis. My wife lived on the West Coast, in the Bay Area, while I worked on the East Coast, and that alone made my days with Dennis in 1996-1997 seem like a bad dream. But to witness the motley crew that Dennis had assembled, the parade of money-hungry inventors coming through, the sharks circling in several schools, looking for their opportunities to tear off pieces of flesh, left me not very optimistic about our prospects. In that light, I cannot be too hard on Yull for being the standard greedy inventor who endlessly watched the video of his standing ovation until he died. He was like the rest of them, and what he ended up doing was no great surprise to me, and that will come in future posts. Here is an anecdote from my first weeks back with Dennis. Dennis showed me a set of schematics for a Brown’s Gas (BG) machine made by a man in Canada. The man had simply copied Brown’s work, but in a way that evaded the patent laws. As I have written, Brown was not exactly the original inventor of BG himself. Dennis said that that Canadian simply copied what others did, to take the wind out of their commercial sails. Dennis suspected that the man was one of Godzilla’s minions. I did not know why he thought that until a few years later, when I read a book that featured FE inventors, and that man was featured with his copying of Dennis’s initial FE concept of marrying heat pumps with heat engines! It was blatant, and then I understood why Dennis thought like he did. I eventually talked with the author of that book that featured that Canadian pirate, and the author’s thinking was that the man was simply unscrupulous, not one of Godzilla’s minions. If so, that is typical in the milieu. That Canadian pirate is one of the prominent BG talking heads today. I cordially interacted with Mr. Skeptic in that winter of 1996-1997, and he eventually took off his affable skeptic mask and began a psychopathic lying spree that lasted for more than a decade, heaving his slime at anybody within reach. He got me several times, and was one of my Internet stalkers. We were surrounded on all sides by the dishonorable and the unscrupulous, our organization was riddled with them, and we were in the midst of being set up in an elaborate sting operation, which Godzilla almost certainly had a claw in. What were our chances? Best, Wade

Hi: That Philly show was the biggest FE gathering in world history, with 5,000 people attending. But I discovered that big gatherings really don’t mean much. As Martin Luther King, Jr. once said, he would rather march with one person who knew why they were marching than a hundred who didn’t. I learned that lesson the hard way, carrying Dennis’s and Brian’s spears for several mass movement efforts. Dennis’s shows attracted people who came for the show. I had long since learned the primary lesson of my journey, and Dennis finally admitted it to me when I joined back up with him in 1996. Not enough people care enough, for that approach, for the task at hand. In a world of scarcity and fear, the horizons of awareness of the vast majority of people rarely extend past their immediate self-interest. Between the masses’ easily manipulability by the social managers and the organized suppression, no mass movement to make FE happen has a prayer. Dennis tried to outmaneuver the master shepherd with his own tools. That is never going to happen, IMO, and those kinds of experiences led to my approach today. That lack of personal integrity extends to inventors, too, and was the last delusion that I finally shed regarding FE efforts. Mr. Inventor began taking the bloom off the rose for me, as far as inventors went, back in 1986. I began my journey with Dennis thinking that inventors were heroes, but I was rudely disabused of my naïveté about many things, and inventors in particular. I never saw an inventor with Dennis who did not betray him, especially when the going got tough. Inventors just seek the highest bidder, and I never met an FE inventor whose primary preoccupation was not becoming rich and famous. When a new FE aspirant announced that he was the Messiah, and soon gathered his flock, I did not know whether to laugh or cry. I had seen that scene before. Looking back, I was in no shape to join up with Dennis in 1996 (or Brian in 2003), but I spent the month of October 1996 writing my first site (boy, did I have a long way to go as a writer), and then went to work for Dennis in November. I had stopped taking Prozac that previous summer, after I stepped down, but still drank heavily, and really needed a year to decompress, not leap straight into Dennis’s hurricane again. In October 1996, while I was writing, we took Yull to the White House to meet with Al Gore, AKA Mr. Environment. A member of Dennis’s “patriotic” network became Yull’s manservant and bodyguard, and they lived in hotel rooms across the USA for several months. I later read the letter that Gore wrote to Dennis, as he backed off from any further involvement with Brown’s Gas (BG). Gore did not deny that BG produced transmutation effects, but considered it too dangerous to try (he must have watched Chain Reaction ). Gore is just another politician, but with slightly nobler rhetoric. Just like Mr. Deputy was in the audience for Dennis’s shows, as he prepared his attack, in the audience for the Philly show was Mr. Skeptic, who began his “skeptical” career the next day. I had been studying the “skeptics” for several years by that time, but I gave Mr. Skeptic the benefit of the doubt, until his behavior removed all doubt. Today, I consider organized skepticism to be a criminal enterprise. When I went back with Dennis in 1996, for my first two weeks, until I could put my household into storage, I stayed in a hotel room in a ski resort near our office. Dennis had bought that room for Yull, but Yull never came to stay and instead flitted around the USA, with his manservant in tow. Many years later, that manservant betrayed Dennis in a big way, which was typical. During my first weeks with Dennis, I began learning the lay of the land. It was all familiar territory, and soon after I got there, my bookkeeper handed me a letter from our phone company, notifying us that the Justice Department had subpoenaed our phone records and gagged the phone company from notifying us. In these neo-Orwellian, post 9/11 days, I think it would be a crime if our phone company ever notified us. It was also in those days that we were being set up by a very sophisticated sting operation, courtesy of Godzilla, as he raised the game to new levels. Those American Indian tribes and those Christian businessmen with the trillion-dollar trust were all part of an elaborate attempt to snare us. As I have written plenty, I saw nearly all the money that went through Dennis’s hands over a 20 year period, being his accountant. I signed an affidavit to Seattle’s financial statements, testified in a highly hostile environment to the revenues in Ventura, but that did not stop people from making up big lies about how much Dennis “bilked” his followers out of. The most famous xxxx (other than Mr. Skeptic) was an FE scientist who attacked Dennis and led off with the “fact” that Dennis raised $100 million from his “victims,” when the real number was more like $5-10 million, depending on how one made the calculation. In the sense that that lying scientist wrote about it, it was more like $5 million. And where did that money go? Straight into Dennis’s operation. Dennis never enjoyed any of it, unless you count clothing and furniture bought at thrift stores, buying cars at police auctions, and going to a dentist to have his teeth yanked out, as Dennis could never afford proper dental care, etc. Just like Hitler did, Dennis’s assailants all took the approach of the bigger the lie, the better. Anybody familiar with my work knows that I deal in facts, either from primary documents, high-quality scholarship, my direct personal experiences, or those of my close circle, which is not large. I don’t deal in rumor and speculation. As I got into the saddle with Dennis again, going through his books, which I helped set up earlier in the year, I saw where the money came and went. Dennis had put all of his eggs in Yull’s basket. Not only did they buy $1 million worth of BG machines from China, they paid Yull a $250,000 commission for them. That was one hell of a commission. Dennis was about to make a second order, and Yull upped his commission to something like 35%, and Dennis’s wife said that Yull was getting greedy. Yull began showing his true colors then, and it would be nice to say that I was surprised, but I had long since stopped being surprised by inventors and their greed and dishonesty. Meanwhile, Yull was living in hotel rooms across the USA, nice ones, and Dennis picked up the tab and paid for the manservant. There is a tape of the Philly show. I don’t know if anybody put it on the Internet or not, but if you ever watch it, there is a moment when Dennis finally introduces the man of the year, Yull, and the crowd of 5,000, with the seats filled clear into the rafters (I admit that it was an impressive sight), gave him a standing ovation. If you ever watch that footage, I am the bearded man in the front row wearing a white shirt with red stripes, standing with the rest of them, applauding. As Yull lived in hotel rooms across the USA, he incessantly played that scene on their TVs. His manservant told me that it was amusing to watch Yull continually playing that scene of his standing ovation. Several years later, I heard that Yull’s supporters told Yull that Dennis had no money, that Dennis would screw Yull, and they did everything that they could to dissuade Yull from working with Dennis. That $250,000 commission to Yull was wired to a bank account in China. It seems that Yull never told his Southern California followers about the vast sums that Dennis was paying him. I’ll get to how I discovered that later. When I put up my site in 1996, it was the innocent days of the Internet, and I had my email address on my site and took on all comers for several years. I was easily reached, and that winter of 1996-1997, I interacted with a wide spectrum of people involved in the milieu. I interacted with Yull’s Southern California followers. Not only were they in the dark about what Yull was really making with Dennis, but they were extremely naïve. There was an Asian man in particular that I remember, and not only was he highly naïve, but he accused Yull and Dennis of lying about why they did not do the transmutation demonstration at the Philly show. That Southern California crew was way off base, but one thing they were right about: Yull would never sign any contracts to get Brown’s Gas developed in the USA. We discovered that the hard way, but I think that it was really a blessing in disguise. When I meet Yull on the other side after I pass, I am going to thank him for blowing apart all of the deals that Dennis tried to put together, as if we had, I would have likely ended up in prison. We were being set up by a highly sophisticated operation, almost certainly at least sponsored by Godzilla. Yull kept crazily blowing the deals up by making insane demands. There is much more on Yull coming, but it is time to begin my busy day. Best, Wade

Hi: I am taking a little Yull break, as I write about recovering from yesterday’s burglary. A couple of weeks ago, one of my wife’s business associates had his home burglarized, and just Thursday (two days ago), my wife had me perform an anti-burglary precaution at home. The next day, she failed to enact that precaution and I almost thought it was a joke when she called me later that day to report that our home had been burglarized. Like too many other Twilight Zone moments in my life, I knew that my “friends” were busy again, making my life “interesting.” Being “chosen” as I and my fellow travelers have been has been a very mixed blessing, let me tell you. So, I took it all in stride, and while I am sure there will be burglary-related hassle in the coming weeks, I view the burglary as just one of many events like it in my life. Nothing in this realm can compare to being burglarized by the police, as they did in 1988, as a prelude to ruining my life and the lives of many others, on Godzilla’s behalf. Being burglarized by some drug addicts looking for a fix is relatively trifling, and was once more orchestrated by my “friends,” for reasons that they never reveal. I have written how stricken Mr. Researcher looked after the cops ransacked his office. I looked stricken in those days, too, with people later telling me that I looked like a raccoon, with dark circles around me eyes. 1988 was easily the worst year of my life, and it all began with that cloud of dust in our parking lot as the goon squad arrived, led by dark path acolyte Mr. Deputy, earning his keep. So, having our home broken into, and several-thousand-dollars-worth of possessions stolen, is a minor event in my life, relegated to the past the next day. I am not sure if that is a good thing. Time for bed. Best, Wade

Hi: Before I begin a day of recovery from yesterday’s burglary, on to Yull’s “crime” and the Philly show. As I have written, I attended Dennis’s Cleveland show in July or August of 1996, after being blown away by his Columbus stop on his first tour. I was his sidekick in our first Greatest Energy Shows on Earth, and in 1996, he was demonstrating some technologies that I had brought to Dennis (some was even equipment that was seized in the raid) and it was fun to see them. Dennis is scientifically illiterate, and his scientific explanations behind the technologies he promotes in his public talks are definitely wanting – he can sound like an idiot sometimes, and that is partly intentional – but his heat pump is the best heating system ever put on the world market, hydraulic heat engines are extraordinary, and Brown’s Gas is weird stuff with amazing potential, so Dennis was not selling snake oil. And by that time, we were all aware of FE technology in Godzilla’s possession, not to mention scientist-inventors such as Sparky Sweet. FE is a very real deal, but the greatest cover-up in history (conjoined with the UFO/ET cover-up) keeps it all under wraps. During that summer tour, Dennis promoted Yull at every stop, and it was all a buildup to the Philly show, where Yull would be the guest of honor. Nobody promoted Yull like that before or since. The sharks began swimming around Dennis early and often, not the least of which was the Justice Department’s subpoenaing of Dennis’s phone records during the first tour. It did not matter that they had investigated him before and the USA’s Attorney General called Dennis “squeaky clean,” Bill Clinton hated Dennis and his barnstorming ways, they were greasing the skids for him once again, and Godzilla was about to raise his game to new levels. In June of 1996, I stepped down from my job, thoroughly burned out from five relentless years, and taking Prozac. I had my protégé take over, was only working part-time, and people in the office remarked on the smile on my face that they never saw before. When I get out of the pressure cooker, I am a naturally happy person, and simple pleasures are what I have always sought. Give me a walk in the woods any day, almost more than anything else on Earth to do (and I have had my fair share in this lifetime – no complaints in that department), and I am content. Picking berries in a meadow with my wife - my life does not get any better than that. For the coming Philly show, Mr. Professor flew to Dennis’s compound in New Jersey, and I drove there from Ohio. Dennis wanted me to pick up Yull at the airport, and I spent a day or so reading up on Yull, with those Christopher Bird articles, etc. It was perhaps two days before the Philly show that Yull was supposed to fly to New Jersey, and Mr. Professor drove with me to the airport to pick him up. Yull was not on the flight, as he became afraid of some other passengers. It was an early indicator of Yull’s paranoia and general craziness, but in that instance, he might not have been as paranoid as it seemed. By that time, more than 30 members of Dennis’s network had called Yull and tried to entice him away from Dennis, for one more example of the daily issues that Dennis faced. The sharks were swarming. Yull booked a flight the next day, and Mr. Professor and I again made the hour-long drive to Newark Airport, and once again, Yull was not on the flight. It was getting frustrating. Just as we arrived back at the compound, empty-handed once again, Dennis said that Yull was coming on another flight that had nearly landed. Mr. Professor was tired of the game by that time and wished me well on the third trip. I got to the airport, the plane had already landed and the gate was empty, and I rushed through the airport, looking for Yull. I caught him just as he was about to get in a cab. The third time was a charm, and Yull and I chatted on the drive to the compound. Yull was 74 years old at the time, a small man, around five feet tall, and looked just like in the many videos that exist of him. When we got to the compound, we chatted around a big kitchen table. I then became aware of Yull’s “crime.” Yull was a bit of a showman, and he played it up in that kitchen. He put his suitcase on the table, and out of one pocket he removed a Geiger counter. He began scanning his suitcase with it, and the Geiger counter went wild when he passed it over one pocket. He removed an envelope from that pocket that was full of rubber bands, but that was not all that it held. In the rubber bands, buried so that you could not really tell they were there (without a Geiger counter), were radioactive samples. Yull came prepared to perform his transmutation experiment at the Philly show. It was going to be the main event. During Dennis’s second tour, he asked the Nuclear Regulatory Commission (NRC) for permission to perform the transmutation experiment at the Philly show, and they gave their consent. What happened next has been a typical dynamic in Dennis’s adventures, somebody high up, sometimes one of Godzilla’s minions, makes a few phone calls, and suddenly, the bureaucracy that previously treated you fairly, even welcomingly, suddenly did an about-face, reneged on their agreement, and could even go on the attack. Just before the show, the NRC revoked its authorization and informed Dennis that he would have to jump through a million bureaucratic hoops, including an application that was a couple of inches thick, before they would authorize that transmutation demonstration. It is a long story, but Dennis’s wife saved Dennis’s life several times on their journey, and one was getting his parole transferred to New Jersey. Dennis should not have survived what he endured in prison, but Dennis is hard to kill. Failing at murdering him in prison, the plan in Ventura County was to force him to serve his parole in Ventura, immediately fabricate some kind of parole violation, and then put him in Mr. Deputy’s clutches again. They would do it right that time, and Dennis would never live to see this side of the bars again. But Dennis’s wife once again beat the evil system and got his parole moved to New Jersey, as they had moved there soon after Dennis was forced into a plea bargain. Again, Dennis’s “crime” was failing to file a form, and New Jersey was not in on the political machinations, so Dennis’s being on parole for failing to file a form was ridiculous to New Jersey’s officials. Dennis still had to get permission from his parole officer to leave New Jersey, and his parole officer eventually just told Dennis to phone it in. Dennis’s parole was completed before he began his barnstorming tours, and just like the Justice Department’s subpoenaing his phone records, somebody made a phone call, and suddenly, Dennis was back on parole. That is completely illegal. That is one of many events that I could cite during Dennis’s adventures, where if a lawyer heard it, would exclaim on shock, “They can’t do that!” Dennis’s adventures in the USA’s evil legal system has left a string of lawyers with their jaws hanging open, incredulous to what they witnessed, as Kangaroo Court was continually convened. So, Dennis was on parole for those barnstorming tours, checking in with his parole officer between shows. It was comical. What wasn’t so comical was that when the NRC revoked its authorization of Yull’s demonstration, we heard from the inside that federal marshals would attend the Philly show and arrest Dennis and Yull if they tried it. Yull had spent twelve years in Soviet gulags and Turkish prisons, and Dennis was illegally on parole. Neither one of them wanted to spend the rest of their lives behind bars, so they did not perform the transmutation demonstration at the Philly show, which kind of took the wind out of its sails. Going back to Seattle, we would often hear about what was happening on the inside. While officially, Dennis would be ignored or attacked as some kind of criminal, the reality was that on the inside, they were terrified of Dennis, as he threatened to end their gravy train derived from defrauding the public. Milking the human herd has always been the elite game, from the beginning. Like that college kid who performed the vaporizing tungsten experiment and ran it through a mass spectrometer, to prove that it was indeed achieving the “impossible,” we were hearing from colleges that were also performing similar experiments with Brown’s Gas (BG), and they too were scratching their heads. BG was performing feats that are conventionally considered “impossible,” which is typical for breakthrough technologies. Surf the Internet and watch hand-waving “skeptics” dismiss BG, or just look at Wikipedia’s disinformation article, and you will see how they ply their trade. Their credibility meter is at zero. I tried to find an image on the Internet that looked like Yull’s samples, but I could not find one. He had four samples: cobalt-60, polonium, americium-243, and one other radioactive metal whose name that I cannot recall today. Maybe it was strontium, but I won’t swear to it. The samples were like plastic donuts. Think of an old-fashioned silver dollar, but made of plastic, and in the center, about the diameter of a pencil eraser, was the radioactive metal. A little sample like that, in bullet form, is pretty harmless, as long as you don’t walk around with it in your pocket. But imagine in these post-9/11 days, trying to smuggle radioactive materials onto a plane. If Yull had tried that today, he might have ended up in GITMO. As Yull found his samples with his Geiger counter, we were amazed, in a “Did you see that?” way, knowing that we would never forget that moment. Yull told amusing anecdotes about his radioactivity experiments over the years. He had been approached to try neutralizing islands that the USA nuked back in the 1940s and 1950s, but neither BG nor anything else that I know of can neutralize radioactive material that was spread out as an aerosol. Those people ignored Yull’s warnings, moved to one of those islands, and soon died of radioactivity. Yull drank radioactive water and did other tricks, and I can only wonder if it accelerated his demise. Since I picked up Yull at the airport and saw him pull those radioactive samples out of his luggage, the case could be made that I witnessed a federal crime (I am sure that some kind of law must have prohibited that act) and failed to report it, which is partly why I have been silent until now. But 20 years later, with Yull being dead nearly as long, it is probably going to be a stretch for the dark pathers to put me behind bars for misprision of felony. BG is still on the fringes because of evil politics, not science. I ended up losing my job for going to the Philly show (but I had already stepped down and was nearly done there, anyway), and spent the month of October 1996 writing my first website. I then I got back in the saddle with Dennis again. I will continue to tell not only Yull’s story with Dennis, but Victor Fischer’s, encounters with Yull’s supporters in Southern California, the “skeptics,” and how those days still dog me, but today is a day for recovery from yesterday’s burglary. They didn’t steal the computer that I do all of my work on, as it is huge, heavy, and considered old tech, so is not easy to fence and would not bring much, anyway. Best, Wade

Hi: Before I get to the Philly show and the rest of the saga of Yull and Dennis, this post will be a preamble on the risks I am taking to disclose what I decided to. The USA’s legal system is evil, from top to bottom. This is not new, but it has been that way from the beginning, when the USA’s first president (who was its richest man) presented a plan to swindle a continent from its inhabitants, and the USA’s first Supreme Court Justice’s favorite saying was that those who “owned” the nation (AKA “stole it”) deserved to run it. If you are a member of the kleptocratic ruling class, life is good, and you can usually count on some kind of “justice” from the USA’s legal system. One of my sayings is that you get as much justice in the USA as you can afford. Dennis woke up slowly and fitfully to the evil of the USA’s legal system. Raised with redneck Horatio Alger stories, fairy tales of the Founding Fathers, and the like, Dennis got into fistfights with fellow soldiers who disparaged the good ol’ USA. Even after his moment of awakening, when his nationalistic illusions went up in smoke, Dennis still believed in the American system. He risked his life, working with the FBI to bust the Alaskan mafia, and even after he was rooked into pleading guilty to fraud for unintentionally bouncing checks in the mayhem of the USA’s first energy crisis, which ended the greatest period of prosperity that humanity has yet known, Dennis still believed in the system. Even after witnessing Kangaroo Court and other criminal acts by the Establishment in Seattle, as his company was wiped out, Dennis still believed that that people could find justice in the American legal system, if they pressed far enough into it. After witnessing the prosecution committing numerous felonies, when the prosecution openly admitted that they didn’t even care if Dennis was innocent or not, when the prosecution made faces at people on the witness stand, and every day was Kangaroo Court, after Dennis rejected a billion dollar bribe offered by the CIA to disappear, after his nationally renowned attorney got the shock of his life when he was nearly disbarred, and after Dennis survived his prison experience, in which the authorities repeatedly tried to get him killed by the inmates, after kangarooing him in there for failing to file a form, Dennis began calling the legal system the “Just us” system. The USA is legendary for its prison system, from GITMO to Pelican Bay to the world’s largest prison system, by far, which is busily being privatized. Some states even have quota agreements with the corporate prisons to provide a minimum level of inmates (God help black and Mexican-American men living in “quota” states), so that corporations are closing factories in the private sector and rebuilding them in prisons, where the labor force is in the strongest sense, captive, in a new era of slave labor, it all seems like something that Hitler’s henchmen dreamed up. With knowing how the USA hired all the useful Nazis after World War II, it is legitimate to wonder if Nazis indeed had a hand in the greatest imprisonment effort since Hitler’s death camps and Stalin’s gulags. But middle-class Americans are generally blissfully ignorant and naïve to all of that, regaled by TV shows and movies that depict our heroic legal system (and California’s is the most corrupt of all, but that is also where those TV shows and movies are made). If they ever get to see the legal system in action, as when it targets them, then they can get the awakening of their lives, if they survive the experience. Gary Wean was a cop who discovered the hard way how the system works, and Rodney Stich was an FAA investigator who went down the evil rabbit hole. Both were raped by California’s legal system, as have countless others. They got Gary on an extension cord violation after they broke into his business, looking for anything that they could get him on, after they tried to murder him. They even stretched further into the surreal to take out Stich. That is how the real world works, not the Hollywood version. One way they can get you is mentioned in Stich’s Defrauding America. In the chapter after Stich chronicled how whistleblowers are silenced, often by murder, Stich had a chapter on the federal government as a criminal enterprise, and he gave an example of a “crime” called “misprision of felony,” in which if you witness a crime and don’t report it to the authorities, you are guilty of a crime and can get kangarooed into prison. It is just one of many tools in the prosecution’s bag of tricks, so that they can put innocent people into prison, maybe especially innocent people. White Americans can’t read very far into my work without blowing a fuse, such as this chapter, and I often make literary and movie allusions in my writings, and will make some here, as they help illustrate my points. One of Marlon Brando’s last roles was in A Dry White Season, in which he played a South African attorney, for which he was nominated for an Academy Award. As he tried to sober up his naïve white clients, he said something along the lines of, “The legal system and justice are distant cousins, but in South Africa, they are not even on speaking terms.” That can arguably describe the USA’s legal system, too. Another allusion is the book Watership Down, which I read before meeting Dennis (we met 30 years ago next month; my, how time flies). There is a chapter in which the refugee rabbits met some very civilized rabbits who ate well, and life seemed to be good. But it eventually became evident that the rabbits were semi-domesticated, and the farmer regularly “harvested” rabbits from that community for his dinner. In that rabbit community, it was forbidden to mention what happened to the disappeared rabbits, and they just went about their lives, hoping that they were not on tomorrow’s menu. That is a great allegory to describe white Americans and our legal system; as long as it does not devour you, you can blithely go through your life, thinking that all is well, believing what you see on TV and read in the newspaper. My mother was that way, even worked for a newspaper, and when the vaunted system devoured her son, she unquestionably believed her employer’s version, never even asked her son for his side, and even campaigned against her son. That is how the USA really works. This is prelude to revealing some events, one of which I believe was a federal crime that Yull committed. The event was 20 years ago, Yull is long dead, so some prosecutor is going have to work real hard to put me behind bars on misprision of felony, but this will also serve as an illustration for why my effort has to be squeaky clean. No money will change hands for years, if ever, and I never advocate anything illegal or sneaky. The anonymous will never be members of my choir, etc. My effort requires more integrity than that. As Dennis discovered the hard way, it does not even matter if the USA’s leading prosecutor calls you “squeaky clean” and the sitting president’s energy advisor is your fan, when the dark pathers who run the show kick their machinations into high gear, your goose is cooked. So, I am going to stick my neck out in a little in the interest of educating my readers, to tell the tale of Yull and Dennis. It is quite a story. I am going to be revealing in ways that I have never done before. Best, Wade

Hi: Before I get to the Philly show, this will be a little interlude on Brown’s Gas (BG) science. What is BG? What makes it noteworthy? Why does it work like it does? Simply, BG is water that has been split via electrolysis into hydrogen and oxygen. While that may seem simple and mundane, the evidence is that BG is no ordinary mixture of hydrogen and oxygen, but is bonded strangely, which gives BG its unique properties. There have been recent research and scientific papers written on what BG may be, but you would never know it if you only read the debunker version at Wikipedia. Yull was never very concerned with scientists and their theories, but he was most interested with what BG could do. Nearly 20 years after he died, scientists are still trying to explain what BG is, and this highlights an aspect of the situation that also plagues free energy (FE). A standard objection to the idea of FE is that it violates the “laws of physics.” As Brian was fond of saying, there are no “laws of physics.” There are only theories. To even say “laws of physics” reflects a quasi-religious conceit that is completely unwarranted. We barely know anything at all about how the universe works, which the greatest scientists happily admitted, but to say “laws of physics” reflects the attempts of scientists to don priestly robes, which the hack class of scientists regularly does, especially the “skeptics.” There many extant technologies that scientists deride and ignore as “impossible,” even leaving aside what the Global Controllers have under wraps, which turns today’s physics textbooks into doorstops. Anybody who demands a fully elucidated physics, published in the peer review literature, before they take BG, FE, Rife’s and Naessens’s microscopes seriously is naïve as well as ignorant. The big advances of technology have never worked that way. It has always been up to inventors and empiricists to lead the way, and the theorists come along later, usually far later. The steam engine predated the theory that began to explain it by more than a century. The West ignored the cure for scurvy for centuries, at the cost of millions of lives, and it still took more than a century after “limeys” ruled the high seas for vitamin C to be isolated and the cure for scurvy to finally be placed within the canon of scientific theory. Similarly, quinine was being used for malaria for generations before scientists began to understand why. The Michelson-Morley experiment’s results were enigmatic for a generation before Einstein developed his theory of special relativity. At the same time that Einstein was publishing his epochal papers, in Ohio, a couple of bicycle mechanics were flying through the air with their contraption called the airplane. They were ignored and ridiculed by establishment science for five years after first flying, with their feats called “impossible.” Many other examples of that kind of scientific stupidity can be presented. Closer to the present day, the inventors of my former partner’s heat pump cut their performance data in half so they would stop being laughed out of engineering offices for their “impossible” data. As Brian told me not long before he died, institutional science’s blindness and denial is worse today than it was when the Wright brothers first flew. And when technological breakthroughs threaten the rackets, then look out. So, nearly 20 years after Yull died, science is still struggling with what BG is and why it does what it does. In Chain Reaction, which portrayed BG blowing up a city, the movie played on real concerns about BG and its LENR effects. Why did it do that, and could it make non-radioactive material undergo a nuclear reaction? Before the Manhattan Project exploded its first bomb, some scientists were concerned that it would start some chain reaction that destroyed Earth. Those fears were overblown, as they have been about BG, and I’ll deal with that more in coming posts. Next up is Yull and the Philly show, and the BG milieu that Dennis made his huge splash in. Like in other areas where Dennis was active, the BG community is either silent or dishonestly disparages Dennis, and that is just another example of my primary lesson. Best, Wade

Hi: When Dennis got out of prison in 1994, barely surviving the experience, as the prison officials kept trying to kill him, he had a much different attitude than when I met him. He still believed in the populist route, but his notions when I became his partner, that the masses were inherently good but victimized by an evil system, were beaten out of him, as he realized that the masses were primarily responsible for our evil system. His attitude changed from rounding up the masses to go storm the citadel to sifting through humanity’s mine tailings, looking for nuggets. When I became his partner, he played to all three of the dominant population management ideologies in the USA, with his Patriot, Christian, business opportunities. I had learned my lesson by 1988, but Dennis’s persistence has to be seen to be believed. I met him immediately after his being released from incarceration both times, and Dennis acted like they had been vacations. I kept rejecting his invitations to get involved with him again, but he went back at it harder than ever. A year after he got out, in the spring of 1995, he visited me, spending the night. As I recall, we did not speak too much about his current effort, as he picked up the pieces once again. My day job was becoming much harder, with a two-year system conversion, with me bearing the brunt of it, on top of my normal duties. A year later, I was on Prozac. It was a nightmare. It was January or February of 1996, soon after reading Brian O’s book, that Dennis came through Columbus, Ohio, as he barnstormed the USA. I was shocked at the crowd. Dennis flew me out to New Jersey the next month, to help his wife set up their accounting systems, as they began flying high once more. Little did I suspect that before the year was finished, I would be back with Dennis, running those systems myself. During that first tour, Yull was not in the picture. Sometime in the first half of 1996, with Dennis always on the lookout for inventors, he and Yull had their fateful meeting. Many years ago, Dennis told me what was different about his style versus the others, and why he got things going when nobody else could: he was brash, a doer, and was able to take the abrasion that came with leading such efforts, and was always maneuvering for survival. I’ll agree, but it was always his great heart that attracted me to him, not his unparalleled audacity and talent. It was the same with Brian. When Dennis met Yull, Yull was still working in Southern California, trying to get something going, and only had a few Brown’s Gas (BG) machines. When they first met, Dennis told Yull that he wanted to buy them. Dennis asked Yull if he wanted a check, cash, or gold. Yull had seen plenty of big and fast talkers on his journey, and immediately called Dennis’s “bluff.” Yull said, “Gold.” Ever since our days in Boston, Dennis has attracted Constitutionalists and “Patriots,” and they often have very alternative ways of thinking and acting, and many paid for their dealerships in “alternative” forms of currency. When Yul said, “Gold,” Dennis opened up his briefcase and counted out a stack of Krugerrands, and he and Yull were in business. As Dennis had called Yull’s bluff in response to him calling Dennis’s, Yull did not know what to do with a stack of gold. Dennis later heard that he gave the Krugerrands away to people as gifts. In the summer of 1996, Dennis mounted his second tour of the USA, and Yull was the headliner, although he was not on the road with Dennis. He stayed in Southern California. I saw the Cleveland show from that tour. A couple of years earlier, Yull was visited by a couple of Hollywood types who picked his brains for a couple of days and promised that they would hit it big and get him the money to make his BG dreams come to fruition. Right around the time of the Cleveland show, those two brain-pickers released their movie: Chain Reaction. The movie featured a scientist/inventor who looked just like Yull, waving around a wand of his burning gas, , and the gist of the movie was the scientist blowing up a city with his gas. The mad scientist even had an Asian assistant, as sly reference to Yull’s Chinese city. Adam Trombly has publicly stated that when that movie was first conceived, it was not about Yull, but those moviemakers turned it onto a movie with Yull featured as the mad scientist, after picking his brains. Yull was pissed. What are the odds that during the biggest publicity tour of Yull’s life, that a movie portraying the lurid dangers of BG would be “coincidentally” released? I am going to attach a picture that I have before, of Yull’s ringer in Chain Reaction. (At this forum, I can’t find a way to attach the picture, but I did in this post – if I can find a way to attach it here, I will). The next month, Dennis culminated his second and greatest tour ever, in Philadelphia, the seat of “liberty,” and Yull was going to be the guest of honor. It is still the largest free energy gathering in world history, and I am going to tell that story in the next post, in a way that I have never done before. Best, Wade

Hi: Without digging through my box, I am not sure on the exact dates for some early events, but it was after China built a city for Yull that he set up shop in Southern California in the early 1990s. Yull finally made it to the USA. He sought a green card, among other benefits. He soon drew a circle of supporters. Some were prominent. One was a former U.S. Congressman, Berkley Bedell. Bedell is 94 today, and he credited Naessens’s treatment for curing his cancer and founded a government agency that still exists, for alternative health studies and treatment. But at worse-than-worthless Wikipedia on issues like this, it is not even mentioned in his Wikipedia bio. Wikipedia at least refers to the private foundation that Bedell founded when he realized that the federal government was too corrupt and bureaucratic. One of Bedell’s protégés is Dan Haley, a New York politician, who himself wrote a book on the medical racket. I am far from alone in writing on that subject. Adam Trombly worked with Yull for a year or so in those days. So did Alden Bryant, who founded NEM with Brian, me, and a few others. Alden’s activist career went way back to the 1940s in Berkeley. Here is a letter that Alden wrote to Martin Luther King, Jr. nearly 50 years ago. Here is one to Clinton that is 20 years old. Alden initiated the Rio Summit. When Yull began his American operation, apparently the CIA got involved early on, making threats, but I doubt they were involved in his death. Lots of swirling rumors, but I will try to keep this within the orbit of my experiences and that of my circle, which is a small one where Yull was concerned. There are plenty of videos of Yull playing with Brown’s Gas (BG) in his Californian facility, such as . A scientist in Canada, Andrew Michrowski, was a big Yull supporter and runs a new science organization, which focuses on clean energy. He sells DVDs on (BG) and related topics. This is one of the lists that you will see on BG applications, in which it can do everything but make the popcorn. It is overblown, IMO, but BG is definitely weird stuff. The truly amazing application of BG is its initiating Low Energy Nuclear Reactions (LENR), which Wikipedia once more treats with its usual abysmal standards for anything that challenges orthodox notions of physics, especially those that can upset the energy racket. Next to the LENR that BG makes, everything else about it is noise, and it is that aspect of it that Dennis pursued most ardently. There is existing footage of Yull performing the LENR demonstration with BG. Yull took iron and aluminum, melted it with BG (making it thermite), and he would add radioactive material to the molten mix. After cooking it enough with BG (a few minutes), there would be an explosion, and 96% of the radioactivity disappeared, on average. That experiment has been carried out at least a hundred times, I believe, and the Chinese and Canadian governments, among others, carried it out. Soon after Bedell got involved, he badgered the Department of Energy (DOE) enough so that the San Francisco office sent out some scientists to witness the experiment, and they attended, with Geiger counters in hand. I have written about that event a little, and will do more so here. They only went because of Bedell’s badgering, and as , the DOE is not exactly full of original thinkers. But those scientists dutifully attended Yull’s experiment, but when it came to the experiment’s critical moment, they tried to hide behind objects in the room, thinking that they were going to get some kind of “demon core” experience. After the experiment was finished, they immediately went to the Los Angeles county (where the experiment was performed) authorities and tried to get Yull’s facility shut down. When that didn’t work, they wrote a paper that explained away what their Geiger counters told them, with wild and fanciful logic, and then they ran away as fast as they could. They had four “theories,” as I recall, for why their observed decline in radioactivity did not really happen. Each “theory” was tested by the evidence and found wanting, and Haley wrote a paper about it, published in Michrowski’s magazine. Even with all of that support, from various camps, nothing really got going, but along came Dennis, and that is a story for the coming posts. Best, Wade

Hi: OK, I will now begin my Yull Brown posts. Yull Brown was not his birth name, but when he finally made it to the West, he chose that name because of his admiration for Yul Brynner. Like Yul, Yull’s cigarette habit killed him, in the end. But let’s go back to the beginning. Yull was Bulgarian, born in 1922. He came of age during World War II, and I do not know the particulars of how it happened, but Yull was part of the Bulgarian occupation of Greece, eventually administering one of the Greek islands, I believe, on behalf of the Nazis (or maybe Bulgaria, but that occupation was under Nazi sponsorship). Yull also became a Buddhist monk, but I also don’t know the how or when (maybe it is in that box in my attic ( ). When World War II ended, those who collaborated with the Nazis were in big trouble, especially those who came under Soviet control, and Yull was shipped off to a Soviet gulag. He spent seven years in Soviet gulags. In the gulags in winter, the people kind of slept in piles for warmth, and those on the perimeter risked freezing to death before the morning. Yull incurred the displeasure of the gulag’s commander, who subjected Yull to a standing torture. They built a box that was like a standing coffin, and put people in them. After a day or so, the blood and lymph began pooling in the lower torso (which is why we lie down when we sleep). The commander asked his underlings what was the longest that anybody had endured the standing torture, and they replied: “Three days,” and the commander replied, “Then give Yull a week!” Yull survived the ordeal, but when his week was complete, his legs filled the box so tightly that they could not get him out, and they had to tear the box apart to extract him. Yull’s legs gave him trouble for the rest of his life. Back in days of the Stalinist gulags, those who survived were often pronounced “rehabilitated” and released, and after seven years, Yull was released back to Bulgaria. However, Yull desperately sought the West. There is a river between Bulgaria and Turkey, and Yull swam it, to begin his journey to the West. However, he was captured by Turkish authorities on the Turkish shore, and then spent the next five years in Turkish prisons, and Yull said that the Turkish prisons were worse than the Soviet gulags, in Midnight Express-style. After twelve years in gulags and prisons, Yull was finally released to the West in 1958, the year of my birth. All like him wanted to go to the USA, but that was reserved for high-status refugees. The best that the West could do for Yull was Australia. So Yull emigrated to Australia, where he began his researches into what became called Brown’s Gas. William Rhodes was working with probably the same substance before Yull did, and Yull’s original patent cited Rhodes’s. Those are the typical inventors’ battles for precedence, and I am not going to say that Yull was the initial inventor of Brown’s Gas, but he took the technology the furthest, as the Chinese government eventually built a city for making Brown’s Gas machines. Yull nearly blew himself up his lab once. An oxygen-hydrogen mix will obviously be highly flammable, and can be dangerous to work with. Here is where digging up that box could help me set some dates, but they are not too important for my rendition. Yull worked in Australia for about 20 years, becoming a famous inventor, before he renewed his attempts to live in the USA. He hawked his wares to many nations and other interests, but the only place that really embraced him was China, who built that city for him. More than a thousand scientists worked there. That is where Dennis bought his Brown’s Gas machines from, but I get ahead of myself. Imagine having a city built for you. What a challenge for the ego that must be. Yull told Dennis the story of having to eat monkey brain as the guest of honor at a state dinner in that city. That anecdote hints at why Yull still wanted to come to the USA, even with a city built for him in China. Even today, anybody who makes it in China today, as it is having its Gilded Age, wants to live in the USA. The USA is still the place to be. A lot more to come on Yull and Dennis, but it is time to start my busy day. Best, Wade