WADE FRAZIER : A Healed Planet

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

We will see if I can find some time in the morning for a good post, but before I go to bed, here is something I saw today on the health of Earth’s soils:

http://www.ritholtz.com/blog/2012/10...ing-practices/

that is germane to this thread. Pretty much the only stable soils are in the arctic, mountains or deserts – where the land is not arable. Virtually everything else is either degraded or very degraded. The Old World is far more degraded than the New World. No-till farming, while it conserves the soil matter, is dependent on chemicals that take the place of what plowing does. Neither is a good thing for the health of the ecosystems.

Best,

Wade

[Ilie Pandia]

Hm, I am surprised to see that the area designated as "Amazon Forest" is marked with "degraded soil" but for a very small area (probably just along the river bed).

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Ilie:

I was also a little surprised to see the Amazon like that, but it is similar to Africa’s rain forest. Both have been under siege for a while. In the USA, environmentalists have been calling attention for a couple of generations to how fast the Amazon has been getting destroyed for “development.” Recently, Brazil has slowed the rate of destruction, but yes, that is a sobering image.

OK, a little on Rome before I go to work. This is the religion post. As far as anthropologists can tell, every early civilization had religion, and the religion was either invented or corrupted into portraying the elites as divine personages. Also, in a world of scarcity, everything “pure” gets corrupted into a way of getting fed. Again, I’ll buy the idea that Jesus, Buddha, and some others had the Infinite Spirit manifest through them:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/spirit.htm#infinite

and some parts of their message have made it into the religions erected in their names, as distorted as they likely are. The good/evil aspect of the Judaic/Christian/Islamic religions came from the teachings of Zoroaster:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/war.htm#diaspora

During the rise of Rome, however, none of those ideologies were very influential, and Rome was officially Pagan, freely borrowing religious ideas from others, incorporating various deities into its Pantheon. Influenced by the humanist Greeks in particular, in Roman religion, it was kind of anything goes, as long as the religions always bent a knee to the elites, the Emperor in particular. After my mystical awakening, The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ was my bedside companion for about two years.

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/spirit.htm#aquarian

It is the closest that I have ever been to being religious, but it was a lot different than the usual Christian Bible study. Seth’s books were also my bedtime companions in those days. I consider it very possible that the manifestations of the Infinite Spirits through those masters helped humanity along. Even with all the distortion and corruption, the message of love still rings loudly in what has come to us about Jesus. The Creator’s love is still the greatest message ever given to humanity, IMO. Paul began corrupting the divine message from Jesus into the message about Jesus. Paul was a mass-market guy, watering down the message, which he likely really did not understand very well in the first place, into something that could be sold to the masses:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/spirit.htm#corrupt

While the message of all the masters is based on love, all organized religions are based on fear. That is the problem with religion in a world of scarcity. That is the problem with any ideology in a world of scarcity:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#dominant

In Michael Parenti’s History as Mystery, he makes the case that Christianity quickly moved from its humble, communal roots to a religion of the elites. The early proselytizers, with their already corrupted message, targeted the elites. Early Christianity was considered by the Roman authorities to be a splinter Jewish sect, which it was, and early Christians were persecuted, but it was not nearly so bad as what the Manicheans endured. The Romans tried to exterminate the pacifistic Manicheans:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/war.htm#mani

and the Catholic Church exterminated their ideological descendants, the Cathars, a thousand years after Rome’s extermination efforts on the Manicheans:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/war.htm#cathar

I get a little ahead of myself in my Rome narrative, but when the Empire began to fall apart after its two-hundred year period of “peace” that Tacitus wrote so astutely about:

http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Tacitus#Agricola_.2898.29

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...tus#post556408

the bread and circuses did not work as well as they had, and famine dotted the Empire, with Rome looking anxiously for the boats from Africa to come feed them in the spring. Hungry people revolted, and by the time of Constantine, the Peace of Rome was long gone, with famine, civil war, invasion, and plague wreaking their havoc. Constantine moved the seat of the Empire away from Rome in 330 AD, establishing Constantinople:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantinople

That move was merely a nod to the inevitable, as Rome’s ways cut the legs out from under it. What Constantine did in 325 AD, however, had longer-lasting impact. He convened a meeting of the officials of that Jewish splinter sect, and the cult of Jesus became a state religion for the first time. It also was when plenty of editing of the scriptures took place, to serve the needs of the state, so most of Jesus’s life is completely missing from the Gospels as we know them today:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/war.htm#masada

The Catholic Church became infamous the world over for its book-burning excesses, but its greatest deed may have been its first, when it removed the parts of the Gospels that did not serve the needs of the crumbling Empire. So, as distorted as it was, the life of Jesus made the Big Time, and is credited with eventually ending the gladiatorial games. Many Pagan rituals became incorporated into the Christian ones, to mass market the religion.

Michael Parenti, however, also made the case that the book-burning fervor of the Catholic Church is what actually brought on the Dark Ages that followed the collapse of Rome, and I can see his point. The humanist Greek teachings, including all of its philosophy, math, science, engineering, and the like were all burned by the Church authorities as Pagan. Europe only began learning about the Classic Greek teachings when Islamic libraries were seized when the Christian armies began to conquer the Iberian Peninsula after several hundred years of “darkness” in Europe:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/radleft.htm#toledo

Europe’s “discovery” of the Greek teachings is what led it from its Dark Ages to the rise of reason and science, although it was anything but a smooth transition.

I have a few more minutes before I have to rush off to work, so I’ll go backward to the days of the Republic. Again, Rome was a latecomer to the game in the Mediterranean, with the rise and fall of several great civilizations over the millennia, from the Egyptians to the Minoans to the Mycenaeans to the Phoenicians to the Athenians to the Macedonians, and so on, with imperial forays in the Levant and eastern Mediterranean from the Fertile Crescent (that part of the world may be the world’s most eroded, as it has suffered under “civilization” the longest).

Carthage was descended from the Phoenicians, the Greeks had been colonizing the southern end of the Italian Peninsula for centuries, and the Etruscans were very possibly not from the area:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Etrusca...netic_evidence

as the late, great Gore Vidal once wrote, history is nothing more than the bloody migrations of tribes, and along the periphery of the Mediterranean it was doubly true. While Rome was rising, the Etruscans and the Carthaginians were battling the Greeks:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Alalia

Rome would eventually conquer all of those peoples, but for hundreds of years, it was a slow rise to power for Rome, with alliances as important as conquests.

OK, time for work.

Best,

Wade

[Limor Wolf]

Hi,

The Roman empire has also left its mark on the state of Israel, during the Roman occupation that lasted 400 years, the name 'Palestine' was given to Israel which was coined in the fifth century BC by Herodotus, describing the domain of the Philistines along the southern coastal plain. it is a common mistake to believe that today Arab-Palestinians has anything to do with this ancient etnical group. Todays Palestinians did not exist back then. The jews who were the majority of the population in Israel, tried to strongly oppose the Roman rule.

Despite the brutality of the Roman empire and its corruptions, the Romans were great engineers and archirtects. they paved roads wherever they could, a very wide roads that allowed the passage of chariots and freight wagons. they were also known for having a good sewage system and rainwater drainage, they offered an advanced public toilets! but in order to do all that, they had to occupy the land.

It is interesting to read Wade's Rome narrative, because it gives a clear example on how it was using and abusing every part of the earth under their control, much like prior societies, they might have been more efficient with their energy inventions such as reserving water (aqueducts) and sewage systems but they ruined themselves and the land for the consumption of energy, and with the invasion of barbarian tribes , again the same old fights over energy sources.

Such is life?

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Limor:

I think it was "life" in the past and it is today, but that can change. If I didn’t think so, I certainly would not have devoted my life to changing it! Just as slavery is not human “nature,” I doubt that fighting over energy resources and wiping them out and each other is human “nature.” Or if it is our “nature,” we can change our nature. Yes, Rome’s imprint has been long lasting. Ruins of Roman roads, buildings, aqueducts and the like litter Western Europe and the periphery of the Mediterranean. Some of their sewers are still in use, as I recall.

Best,

Wade

[Limor Wolf]

Hi Wade,

Thanks , I feel I have a firm knowing about the coming change. I must first of all grasp it with my mind, this is why your comprehensive posts are so benefiting. such is life? you say it was and it still is, but the buds of change are starting to bloom, ignited by our own desire for change and by getting ourselves familiar with the tools that are actually there. it is a process. How come we didn't know about this toolbox? How come we are not aware to our own creative abilities? The laws of physics are not as limited as we think. A little more pressure and more people will desire change and even request it within themselves. in this respect, I am very greateful for 'them', they are simply doing a 'job'. FE is a classic in all respects, and it is here. It is working. It exists. although repressed, there is a logic in this madness. without any conscious plan you went pursuing your childhood dream of changing the current energy paradigm, this journey has given you some deep insights, it is a little strange, it is as if you were also an observor while being a participant while playing the game, which does not at all feel like a game. not everyone can do that.

During the days of the Roman Empire, everyone knew that Rome was the center of all life, - 'All ways lead to Rome,' so they say, well, It might be sufficient to say that this world's 'Rome' is FREE ENERGY.

I have made my own list of things following Ilie's thread of what is to become obsolete in a world implemented and operated by FE technology and what can be achieved. (I am a slow reader and everything takes time for me to sink, so only now I am reaching it) and what a healthy and supportive and nourishing place it is going to be! everything is within our reach, and by learning from the Romans (talk about the devil) there is no tangible harm can be done by imagining FE, (if Wade's 'storm' does not hit), maybe by doing that a road would be paved and it will be so wide and so well imagined that it will allow the few to embark on it and than all the rest will follow.

Someone has mentioned having fun while at it, so I hope it's OK to dwell a little on the 'know thyself' aspect of things, well, with a twist..

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=DFOpO0IpcHw

Have a good day/night all!

With love,

Limor

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Limor:

One thing is for sure: change is coming, big change. Either industrialized civilization will collapse as the Four Horsemen stampede across Earth, sweeping up humanity before them, or we will attain the level of sentience required to not only escape that fate, but bring something that looks like heaven on Earth into being. There is probably little middle ground, or if there is, I sure don’t want to live in a world with George Bush the Eighth on stage, invading some hapless nation that happens to be sitting on something that the imperial society covets, or the Chinese doing it, or the peoples of the Indian subcontinent, etc., or us somehow eking out an existence via riding bikes and other austerity measures – those paths are highly unappealing to me, and likely about everybody at Avalon and anybody who is sane. The stakes are so high that it can be very difficult, both mentally and emotionally, to begin to wrap your awareness around it. Again, I did not decide on this “needles in haystacks” approach because I like looking for them. It was the result of many long years in the pursuit; barely surviving my years with Dennis, reaching out for allies in all the likely spots, and having the door slammed in my face zillions of times, and being actively attacked regularly. Some of my attackers have been on Godzilla’s payroll, but most are merely defending their niche of hell from the threat of heaven. Trading notes with fellow travelers such as Brian O:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/brianmem.htm#sentience

were only data points that further confirmed what I was seeing. Nobody is home, anywhere on the planet, except for a stray person here and there. Needles are all that I have to work with. The groups that we thought might be receptive to the idea of FE were not only fast asleep on the issue, but the few that weren’t usually treated FE as the enemy, such as environmentalists:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/purpose...ironmentalists

Peak Oilers:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/hooked.htm#heinberg

and the like. Because of my many years in the mystical community, I tried that avenue too, to no avail. Not only is the charlatanry thick in New Age circles, so is self-centered narcissism:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/purpose.htm#newage

I can’t get on their case too much, as they are just like virtually all other groups. They are primarily spiritual hobbyists, and critical thinking is not much in evidence there, with most New Age stuff at about the kindergarten level of understanding, and they are almost all scientifically illiterate, easily led astray by the gurus of the moment, as they build their harems and fortunes.

Other potential allies, where the members are highly “intelligent,” have been proven to be quite obtuse:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/radleft.htm

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/freesoft.htm

It took many years of dismaying experiences to where I finally saw that all of that denial, derision, and outright fear was rooted in an addiction to scarcity. People had carved out their niches in hell and were not about to budge. As I stated, they worship the devils they know:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#dominant

because that is how they get fed. Of course, their egos do not want to admit it, so you can have the disheartening experience where some of the “smartest” people you ever met say some of the stupidest things you ever heard. That is due to fear in its many guises, IMO. That is why I keep saying that love is the answer, but that is far easier said than done, in a world of scarcity. That is why trying to sneak past people’s ego mechanisms, to kind of subtly lead them to the light, is almost the opposite of what I am trying to do. The needles in haystacks will have a thirst for the truth and chase after it. This is not something that people should be cajoled or manipulated into or spoon fed, as that can easily lead to disaster. We are not going to trick ourselves or others into making FE happen. The needles will not settle for the pabulum that establishment ideologues serve up, or take anybody’s word for much, but will go find out for themselves. Again, I have almost never met anybody like that, especially those who had that framework consistently applied. They would almost inevitably get trapped in the scarcity-based ideology of their choice, and their fears kept them in close orbit to those ideologies, and that prevented their comprehension and wrecked their ability to sing the abundance song.

Again, there are other ways to FE, and people are welcome to them (https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post566401), usually at risk to their lives and those around them as they try to go pet the killer bunny (https://youtube.com/watch?v=XcxKIJTb3Hg). I am trying to do something unique, and I have no idea if it will work, mainly because I may not be able to find enough people like Ilie, and maybe I don’t have the right stuff, but if I ever see anybody doing this the way I think it needs to be done to have a prayer of success, I will gladly step aside and maybe even carry their spears, as I am wont to do. I have not met or heard of anybody able and willing yet.

Most FE newbies try to shoehorn the abundance paradigm into their scarcity-based understandings (pouring that new wine into old skins), and try to play the Level 10 game, the Level 7 game, and so on (http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#level7). We can’t get to FE via our frightened egos, but by our loving souls, or whatever we want to call that larger sense of self that includes all of Creation, or at least all life on Earth. Ilie understands what I am doing to the extent where he hits notes that I virtually never have the pleasure of hearing. It is a union of heart and head, and of right brain and left brain, which is extremely rare, but some are getting it, and it is something that I plan to build on. If you looked at what I am trying to do, “realistically,” it does not have a prayer, but I have to try. I have seen the miracles happen when they were least expected (http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#it), but they only happened when the need was great, and I know of no greater need for our species but to get off the sleigh ride to oblivion that we are all on these days, with Godzilla’s minions leading the procession in fiendish delight, with their survival enclaves built as they ready themselves for the catastrophe. It can be a supremely happy ending for all, in ways that would boggle our minds, if enough of us only woke up to the reality and promise of FE and kept our eye on the ball. That is my goal.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Because of some recent events and interactions, I am going to take a brief detour from the Rome part of my human journey posts and spend a little time on experience and its importance on these realms. I am going to describe in some detail a number of key experiences of my journey, what they were like, what I learned, and how they helped define my path. It is not all about FE, not by any means, but as I found with my fellow travelers, all paths lead to FE, if healing humanity and the planet is the goal. I have laid out plenty of my experiences on this thread and on my site, but not in the detail that I am about to go into, so that the reader can come closer to seeing the experiences as I lived them. I have lived through many larger than life events, witnessed others, and it can really be something to live through them, consciously aware at times how stupendous they were, but in other ways they seemed quite “normal.” When a voice spoke up in my head, or I saw people perform psychically as a prelude to my duplicating their feats, or walking into events that were so ridiculously over-the-top that at times I think back on those events and kind of wonder if they happened, they all had their impact. So, I will take off my scholar’s hat for a few days and don my adventurer's hat. There are some at Avalon and elsewhere who want and need to get some insight into the process. I will also provide some details about adventures like Dennis’s.

There is a kind of historian called a war historian, and some of them do not write about war to discuss the motives of the various participants, or what the political-economic ramifications of the outcomes were. They cut to the chase, writing with great gusto about how battles played out, getting into the realism of the battlefield so that the reader can almost smell the gunpowder and hear the artillery and groans and shrieks. I am not too into that kind of history, although it has its place:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/war.htm#sledge

But I am going to try to bring the reader with me into my memories, as I relive events that may be helpful as people pursue the subjects that I write about. I do it for those who pursue similar experiences, to let them know what I saw, in the hope that it helps them somewhere down the road.

Best,

Wade

[Limor Wolf]

Sometimes I hope that the desire in our hearts is good enough .

[Ixopoborn]

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)
I am trying to do something unique, and I have no idea if it will work, mainly because I may not be able to find enough people like Ilie, and maybe I don’t have the right stuff ...
Wade

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)
But I am going to try to bring the reader with me into my memories, as I relive events that may be helpful as people pursue the subjects that I write about. I do it for those who pursue similar experiences, to let them know what I saw, in the hope that it helps them somewhere down the road.
Wade

Wade, I feel for you in this process you describe. As you know, in my own small way - and certainly a much smaller way than you, I have gone through all sorts of personal tortures over the issue of the FE and why its introduction is so efficiently but brutally blocked. Like you, I think, I am past making posts about how great FE would be - to do so seems so completely redundant.

I love reading your posts. Your posts and a highly personal intervention from a face to face friend saved me from slipping into a horrible depression over the issue of FE. I love the way you have described the history of humans in terms of energy extraction, surplus's then followed by crashes in supply and destruction of whole civilizations.

I sense your concern and hope we can find a way through.

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

OK, this will be a series of posts on my life’s experiences. It is going to be pretty intimate, and I will be disguising some identities to protect both the innocent and the guilty. Many people acted dishonorably during my journey, including me. Some acted incredibly heroically, including me. This won’t just be about how to perform psychically or mount an FE project, but to show how my life’s events shaped me into becoming the old man who is writing these posts. The intent is to help people who might embark on a little effort to heal humanity and the planet. While my life’s experiences at times seem totally unbelievable to people, they are quite tame compared to the life that Dennis has lived, for instance. His life is truly hard to believe, but I lived through his darkest days with him, so I know the truth of matters. Our efforts ended up being one of the greatest threats that Godzilla has had to deal with from the public. We were something different, and I am sure that a case history of our efforts and how we were taken out is part of the training for Godzilla’s minions, at least for those who remove the threat of FE efforts. But the focus of this series of posts will be how it looked through my eyes. I will have to leave out many events or alter them a little, in order to protect people, but I plan to tell the good and the bad, and what their impact was on my life’s trajectory. I see my life’s end ahead of me. It might be forty years away, but I see it coming, and it is coming like an old friend. When my work is done, I will be happy to move on. Maybe I won’t live to see humanity turn the corner, and maybe we won’t turn the corner, but I have my dreams. I was definitely launched on a mission, and it is not yet over. Is it the mission that I planned before I was born? Beats me, but that voice sure had its ideas of what I should be doing with my life:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#voice

and I have mentioned my anger with it, especially when it piped up unbidden, kind of closing a circle of preposterous events:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#voice3

I am not sure that I am going to hear from that voice again or that I want to, but it ended up being more influential than any other part of my life, as strange as that may seem. I have no idea what the source of that voice was, or even if it had my best interests in mind. I feel like I was led onto a battlefield to do a job. Playing cannon fodder for some cosmic voice in my head has been a very mixed blessing, let me tell you, but I have no regrets. I likely asked for the duty and deserved all that came with it. I have had plenty of compensation, and was groomed to be what I became, but I would not wish my journey on anybody. Like Brian O said when describing his journey:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/brianmem.htm#sherry

if I had any idea what was in store for me, I would have lived a boring life, maybe with Walter Mitty fantasies of what might have been. I had several opportunities to become rich, but I kept taking the path that led away from those riches. I admit to being grateful that I did not become some Bill Gates figure, making a bunch of money while being nagged by doubts that it was not what I was here to do. I got to chase my dreams, even though they turned into nightmares, and I guess that I should be thankful, but that has not always come easily for me.

So, without further preamble, here goes. My parents were born in Bellingham, Washington. My mother was born to parents of Scandinavian ancestry, with my grandfather a first generation American from Norway, while my grandmother was half Swedish and Norwegian. My mother’s father was crippled in World War I:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/medicine.htm#influenza

while my mother’s mother graduated from the local college (something rare in the 1920s) and owned a general store and ran her Lutheran Church for fifty years. They did not have a book in the house, however, and my mother used to brag that she got through high school without ever having read a book. For book reports, she would read the first and last chapter and fake it. She went to that local college in Bellingham, but just about flunked out. Her IQ is likely around 85-90.

My father’s parents were born and raised on homesteads in Kansas, with my ancestors following in the wake of the USA’s army as the Indians were dispossessed, with my relatives enjoying the benefits of free land:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/america.htm#_edn145

but the enlightened farming methods of the “pioneers” led to the Dust Bowl, and my ancestors fled, Grapes of Wrath style, and ended up in Bellingham:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/america.htm#kansas

My grandmother was pregnant with my father when they arrived in Bellingham, but they were starving. My father weighed less than five pounds when he was born with rickets and nearly died, and his growth was stunted until he was about fifteen years old and grew eight inches over one summer. My grandfather was a poet of international reputation, and my father’s siblings were all pretty bright, with most becoming professionals with college degrees, but my father was a freak, with an IQ going off the scale. He read a book a day while growing up. In high school, before the SAT was the standard test, my father took a standardized state test and got the highest score in the state on the math test, and was offered a full-ride scholarship to the University of Washington in Seattle. My grandfather then inflicted his final act of petty tyranny on my father. In those days, a man was not legally emancipated until age 21. My grandfather forbade my father from attending the University of Washington. The local college was “good enough,” and my grandfather could enforce that edict. But there was one thing that my grandfather could not prevent my father from doing, and that was joining the Marines. My mother was his casual girlfriend, and she ran away from home with him. Her home life was not a happy one, either, with her domineering mother. My father joined the Marines and was shipped to the Korean War in 1954. He came back three years later a “changed” man, and not for the better.

My father was a boot camp drill sergeant his last months in the Marines, and when he was discharged my parents move from California (where Camp Pendleton was – my parent got married in Las Vegas, on a weekend pass from boot camp) back to Washington, where my father finally was able to attend the University of Washington, that time on a G.I. Bill. My mother immediately began getting pregnant, in those Baby Boom 1950s, and after a few failed pregnancies, I was born into the middle of that mess. My days with Dennis ended up estranging me from both of my parents, but I can’t fault them for how they raised me. My father never got more than ten miles from where was born until he was sixteen, and that probably has something to do with his marrying somebody with an IQ about half of his. That kind of situation never happens in the USA anymore, as communities are no longer that isolated. That mixing of “intelligence” genes had strange consequences for me and my siblings. We are all either geniuses or idiots, with nothing in-between. I am actually the middle child, intelligence-wise, but I was the firstborn, so have the typical firstborn’s disease of being an achiever. I was immediately recognized as a chip off the old block, and my parents took the charge of raising me seriously. My memories don’t begin until age two, but I heard that I memorized all of the books that my parents read to me before I could walk, and then read them to myself. I was writing my name by age three or four, and when it came time to go to school, I had literally no learning curve to read. It came to me as naturally as breathing.

I have to run off to work soon, but I’ll relate one of my earliest memories, when I was two. My parents were visiting some friends, playing cards into the night (probably pinochle), and I was in the living room as they were playing and chatting in the kitchen. I laid there listening to them and closed my eyes. I was aware of all the sounds in the house and their activities as they played and chatted. As I lied there, I was keenly aware of my senses and mental awareness. It was an event where my being said something like, “Well, here I am, in this body, with my senses and awareness.” I did not have any past life memories bleed through or anything mystical, but it was a hyper-real state of awareness, where I was soaking up the physical reality experience, kind of marveling at it. I can still close my eyes and recall the feelings and realization of that moment. If I had to guess, it was my soul coming through, with a “Well, here I am again,” realization, and in a state of wonder of what being in physical reality is like. It is one of my earliest memories.

Off to work now.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I have quite a few memories by age two, and one was my first experiment. I was at the baby sitter’s house and she was boiling water on the stove. She was going to turn it off, but I thought that I had figured out the stove and turned off the burner before she could. But I wanted to make sure I had turned it off, so I immediately put my hand on the element to see if I had turned off the correct burner. That is called learning the hard way. I remember them putting some kind of burn cream on my palm.

My memories are thick after age two, but I was a relatively normal child, I suppose. I clearly recall at age six, however, thinking about my memories at age two, and promising myself that I would never forget those early memories, and I never did. Over the years, I would periodically revisit those memories in my mind, to keep them fresh.

I was an exceptionally well-behaved child, constantly trying to keep my younger brother, only a year younger than me, out of trouble, but he always found it. I virtually raised myself, but my brother got into trouble almost every day of his childhood. The books I cherished, he would tear apart in glee. He was sent home from his first day in kindergarten for being disruptive, while I was never sent home in my life, and was always the most eager student. I still have my report cards from school, including first grade, and the teacher remarked on my fascination with and love of nature. In second grade, I received the “good citizen” award in my class at the school assembly at the end of the school year. He came right behind me in school, so it was quite the contrast for my teachers when he came behind me, as kind of the anti-Wade.

I clearly recall my grief-stricken mother watching JFK’s funeral on TV when I was five:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/cover-up.htm#wean

My father graduated from college in 1963, and our family immediately moved to Southern California, in Ventura County. My parents fell in love with the warmth, sunshine and laid-back lifestyle of Southern California, and never left, except for a year in Texas. When I was in the second grade, my father was recruited by NASA, and he ended up working in Mission Control:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paths.htm#oleary

During the Christmas break of 1966, between the Gemini and Apollo programs, my father took our family (and my mother’s visiting parents) to his “office,” which was the Mission Control Room. That is an exceptionally vivid memory, and I had an abiding interest in space exploration ever since. Unlike Brian O, I never had any ambition to become an astronaut. The month after my Mission Control visit, however, was the Apollo 1 disaster, and my father then wanted a way out of NASA, and we moved back to Ventura County in 1967. My father got his old job back, but the military took vengeance on his abandoning the Space Race and refused to reimburse the cost of moving back to California (which was a quarter of my father’s annual salary), and his meteoric career largely came to an end.

In Houston, I was at the top of my class, as usual, and was selected for the first of the many gifted programs that would be in for the next several years. My parents also sent me to a special science class on Saturday mornings at a museum. I was seen as a prodigy, and my parents gave me every opportunity that they could to nurture my expanding mind, for which I can only be grateful. I really did not have much ego back then, but just did my “job” of going to school and learning. By the third grade, I was reading thick books, and in the fourth grade my family bought an encyclopedia, and the family library was put in my bedroom, and I read the encyclopedia each night before I went to bed, just picking up a volume from the shelf and reading it from wherever the book happened to open. In the fourth grade, I won the first spelling bee I ever entered, winning the school spelling bee, beating out several hundred students, including the fifth and sixth graders. As I look back, that is when I began to get a little ego, as people began to regard me as some academic conquering hero. By the fifth grade, I had read the entire paleontological section of my school’s library. They were not exactly peer-reviewed scientific papers, but I read everything that I could get my young hands on.

My father was an athlete with a world-class throwing arm, and I inherited that, too. My father put me into organized baseball in the second grade. That was a little young, and I cried every time I struck out. I was on the same team with fifth and sixth graders in that league. In the fourth grade, I was in Little League, and did it because I was told to. They stuck me out in right field, probably because I could not get into too much trouble out there. I just remember being happy to be there, but after a few days they took note of my throwing arm and made me a pitcher, and I became a star baseball player for a while.

While I was doing all of that achieving in competitions, it did something to me that I did not like. My brother was my de facto playmate, and we constantly played games, and he was the world’s worst loser. I would sometimes purposely lose so I that would not have to endure his tantrums. In the USA, competing and winning is what life was all about, but it began rubbing me the wrong way early on. I won the first spelling bee that I ever entered, but I stopped competing in them by the seventh grade, refusing to participate. In the seventh grade, I also stopped playing organized sports. I still played sports, but never again in an organization (except for bowling – I was kind of raised in a bowling alley, as my mother worked there), other than when I went into track in my last year in high school, because I was chasing a girl.

On the academic front, I was always at the top of my classes, all the way through my college diploma, especially in math and science. Science always came effortlessly to me. I was subjected to numerous intelligence tests, and always scored in the genius range, and was in all the gifted programs of Johnson’s Great Society era:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_society

Doing well in school was just my “job,” and I loved the classroom, always with my hand up with the answer. There was kind of an odd effect of my father marrying my mother, however, and it played out in my early years. While I was reading encyclopedias, learning alternative base numbering systems:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paths.htm#johnson

playing chess and the like, my mother would bring home tabloids from the grocery store, that being the level of her intellectual prowess. My father once stated that I passed up my mother mentally when I was about nine years old. I avidly read the tabloids, too, and pretty much memorized the Guinness Book of World Records, reading each annual issue when it came out. I did not care about the celebrity gossip in the tabloids, but all the fun facts in them. It was not until the eighth grade when a friend said that the tabloids did not have true “facts” in them, but many of them were made up “facts,” and it was really a disservice to me to read them. I then laid aside the tabloids, while my mother and youngest brother (with a mental impairment) have avidly read tabloids ever since.

Along with all of that intellectual prowess, however, I was a nerd. My father had it in spades, and I was a little closer to normal, but social cues and other aspects of human interaction are something that I was fairly oblivious to. I am in the autism spectrum. If I was not a gifted athlete, I might have been the classic nerd. I was a harmless nerd, however, always trying to do the right thing. I was in Boy Scouts for a few years, but dropped out of scouts about the same time that I dropped out of organized sports. I would later find others like me, but there are not many like us:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paths.htm#scouts

People could argue that in ways, we did not grow up, but I like to think that it was something different, which was partly believing in the ideals that we had been raised with, and being willing to get out of our easy chairs and pursue them, with Brian’s chase threatening to take him to Mars. Chasing our ideals is where our adventures began.

There were other aspects of my formative years, both the good and the bad. On my father’s side, while my grandfather had a Quaker background, with an emphasis on learning, my grandmother had a bit of “white trash” background. She was a quarter Indian, and had that Scots-Irish background:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...ant#post413520

I have lots of “Okie” relatives, the backwoods types who have always been the backbone of America’s infantry, playing cannon fodder for the elites, and a bunch of them live in Bakersfield, not far from Ventura, mostly descendants from my grandmother’s brother. I saw more of them growing up than I did of my parent’s siblings and their children. My father, for his off-the-scale IQ, is a redneck at heart. I was raised in a Southern Californian surf town by a Scandinavian-heritage mother and a redneck father, and all of those influences can be seen in my speech and mannerisms today. I was raised hearing “jokes” about “niggers” and “greasers” nearly every day. It can really be amazing to see the changes in American culture in just my lifetime. When I was a teenager, there was a hit series of joke books that all my friends had or read. There was the Polish joke book, the Jewish joke book, the Negro joke book, and so on. Gay men were openly called faggots. Archie Bunker was the typical American man in those days:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Archie_Bunker

not Ward Cleaver:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ward_Cleaver

or the father in My Three Sons:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Three_Sons

or Father Knows Best:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Father_Knows_Best

I was raised in American Baby Boom suburbia, and I can’t complain, but there were definitely downsides to the experience.

One aspect of the era was comic books, and one of them kind of changed my life. While driving to Bakersfield when I was about eleven with my father, I brought along a comic book, and it was about superhero elements. They are today known as the Metal Men:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metal_Men

The issue that I read had the iron, lead, mercury and other superheroes being challenged by other elemental superhero upstarts. Cobalt displaced iron, osmium displaced lead, and gallium displaced mercury, all due to their superior properties. But by the end of the story, iron won his place back, begin sturdier than the relatively brittle cobalt. While lead was not as dense as osmium (the densest of the elements http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osmium), he could handle radiation better. While gallium melts in your hand, mercury could stay liquid at far lower temperatures. In the end, the tried-and-true elemental super-heroes out-competed their upstart rivals. My fascination with chemistry began then.

My childhood from two very different parents influenced me in many ways that can seem incongruous. When television invaded America’s living rooms after World War II, replacing the radio, my father could never see the point of it and never watched TV, while my mother had a TV on for almost all of her waking hours. Not only did I grow up reading encyclopedias and paleontology, I also grew up watching Gilligan’s Island, I Dream of Genie, and the rest of the TV fodder from that era. There were two shows, however, that would have far-reaching influence on me, as I look back. The first was Star Trek. The show first aired when I began the third grade in Houston, during the heady days of the Space Race.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Tr...2.80.931967.29

In Texas, it ran from 8-9 PM, and I was allowed to stay up until 9 PM for the first time in my life, just to watch that show. Watching it was kind of a professional undertaking for a space brat. The other show came on several years later, and was Kung Fu, starring David Carradine:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kung_Fu_(TV_series)

Of course, it was TV, but it had a different message. I watched an episode not long ago, for the first time in nearly forty years, and it is dated, but I still can see what appealed to me about it, and not just that he kicked righteous butt every show.

I remember being a fan of The Sixth Sense:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sixth_Sense_(TV_series)

when I was fourteen. But like giving up tabloids, I began to leave that stuff behind me. There was one event when I was fourteen that had lasting impact. Voracious reader that I was, my father never handed a book for me to read until the summer of 1972, when my father handed me The Hobbit and said that I should read it. Until the day that my father handed me The Hobbit, I did not read fiction. I did not see the point. Reading The Hobbit launched me on a science fiction and epic fantasy trajectory that I am still on. I reward the completion of completing a difficult essay or a bunch of White Science books with some fantasy. I have had a volume of Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series next to my bed almost continually for more than twenty years, and the series will finally come to an end this winter.

Not long before I gave up the tabloids, I obtained Frank Edwards’s books on anomalies in the modern world:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_E...)#Bibliography

and I especially recall having Strange World and Stranger than Science, and I think that I still have them somewhere in my library. In my sophomore year in high school, the Comet Kohoutek was discovered, and I read a book on what it portended for civilization, and I even did a book report on it in class:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comet_K...opular_culture

I clearly recall the teacher challenging me on the credentials of the author, and I recall being kind of taken aback. As I look back, it was one of those events that helped develop my information filter. There is a lot of junk out there, from the tabloids to the New Agey pabulum to fringe science that just does not cut it. I have been winnowing through the chaff, seeking kernels of wheat, for a long time.

During my first year in high school, my sophomore year, I began to develop a no-nonsense attitude about many things. High school was about preparing for college and the real world. I was not sure what all that entailed, but it was time to leave behind many pursuits of my childhood and prepare for the real world. The summer of 1974, against my wishes, my parents sent me to Europe for two months on an art/culture tour. My cultural horizons were not much broader than watching Kung Fu, and I knew nothing at all about art. Like fiction, I just did not get it. Those two months in Europe was the summer of my life. I came back with my adult mind in full flower:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/spirit.htm#europe

After my summer in Europe, my mother never again reminded me that it was my bedtime. After that summer in Europe and when I began the eleventh grade, I was all business. I was about the youngest person on that European tour. Most of them had just graduated from high school, and the trip was their graduation present, and a few were in college, but before we even began the trip, I eventually heard that everybody was looking at me like some Young Einstein. I was pretty oblivious to that kind of view of me, but there would be occasional events where I would hear how I was seen, by teachers and peers. Most of them expected me to win a Nobel Prize one day. I really am not that smart. My IQ is in the genius range, but not that high in it. I have known more brilliant minds, such as my father’s, but what set me apart was that eagerness, that over-grown Boy Scout attitude, that desire to know. There were times when people called me a know-it-all, and while I will allow that there may have been some ego in what I was doing, I really wanted to know it all. As I look back, I was a comprehensivist in training, but I did not know it.

Also, living in the community that I did, my friends’ fathers were usually professionals, scientists, engineers, lawyers and the like, with many of them working at the local military bases or teaching college. Several of my friends’ parents kind of adopted me, kind of wishing that I was their son, and one person in particular took me under his wing, and I call him Mr. Mentor in my writings. He was really my first professional influence, and he was an inventive genius:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#funeral

He mentored me, and I helped him build some of his contraptions over the years. In 1972, he invented what was later hailed as the best engine for powering an automobile:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy.htm#glimpse

and it eventually created quite a stir in high places. It was then that my dreams of changing the energy industry began, but what I could do about it as a teenager, I had no idea. But a couple of events would change my life. As I look back, the first one happened when I was twelve. My father’s father smoked for many years, and a series of heart attacks in his late sixties forced him into retirement. My father’s desk job took a toll, with him drinking heavily and putting fifty pounds of fat on his former athlete’s body. He went to his doctor for help, and the doctor could only recommend some pills. Then one of my Bakersfield relatives, my grandmother’s sister, brought my father a booklet that made the case that dead food caused hardening of the arteries, and live food could cure it. My father saw a chance at life and took it. The entire family went "health nut" when I was twelve:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/medicine.htm#lessons

It worked. In two years of religious adherence to his new diet, my father completely reversed the hardening of his arteries and the related health problems he was developing. It affected my diet ever since. When I was seventeen, my father brought home another book, on the merits of fasting, and I have been a regular faster ever since, and people now look at me and say that my graceful aging must have a lot to do with my health habits, including fasting. They are probably right. But like many areas on the fringes, I was recently surprised that the “life extension specialist,” who was generally my final influence on diet and lifestyle, made up his life’s story from whole cloth, including lying about his age, and I posthumously exposed him:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/bragg.htm

I won’t be getting any Christmas cards from his “daughter” anytime soon.

But all of that was only a prelude to the event that radically changed my life, and here is where I will be describing specific events and how they felt and looked. Others have different experiences, but what I will be describing I have come to understand are not unusual in their nature, it is just that I have had a bunch of them, arguably too many of them, and I hope that this will benefit my readers.

In November of 1974, my father and brother came home one night and announced that they could see my aura. I had never heard of an aura. I was astounded. They said that they were taking a class where they could learn to see auras. I was never in disbelief. I immediately asked them what they could see in my aura, and if I could learn to see them, too, whatever an aura was. They finished the class that weekend, and the next month, our entire family took the class. Little did I know what I was in for. By that time, I was becoming a hard-core science student, taking my first chemistry class, a year after my first biology class. During that year, I had a vivid dream about gallium oxide, and I can close my eyes and still recall the feeling of that dream. One friend said several years ago, that gallium oxide might have been my code for God (Gallium OxiDe). Beats me, but nearly forty years later, it is a vivid dream, as I experienced a clean, buzzing energy, which somehow felt divine. Maybe it was the zero-point-field. I don’t know, but it was one of the most vivid dreams of my life.

The year before, I had my first paying job, salvaging lumber from a walnut farm that was being torn down as Ventura “developed.” I was later a janitor in an office building that sat on the same ground that that walnut farm did. My employer was a black man named Isaac Brown, who lived in the poor part of Ventura called The Avenue. No black people lived on my end of town, and the few black students at my high school all came from that poor part of town. I sure did not think of Mr. Brown as a “nigger,” but that vile word was still in my vocabulary in those unenlightened days, as they were with all my friends and even their parents. I look back on aspects of my upbringing, like that racism, in shame. We are not really all that civilized in the West. We can’t call Islamic people “towel heads” as openly as we did in the past, but America’s foreign policy is as bigoted and racist as ever. The portrayals of Arabs in the American media over the past twenty years rival how the Jewish people were depicted before World War II:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/lies.htm#loot

or the Japanese during World War II:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post549631

Or the Indians as they were being slaughtered:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/lies.htm#sandcreek

I was injured on the job at that walnut farm, and there was not stuff like workmen’s comp for a fifteen-year-old boy, so I went home as my cracked ribs healed. But I vividly recall when Mr. Brown wrote one of my paychecks. He was missing the end of his index finger on his right hand. As he wrote my check, I noticed the awkward way that his severed finger laid across the checkbook as he wrote. I was not the only person injured on that job. Mr. Brown had diabetes, and lost the sensation in his feet. His boot picked up a nail that pierced the sole and stuck into his foot, and he never felt it. Each day, he put that boot on and jammed that nail into his foot. His foot exploded with infection some days or weeks later, and he lost half of his foot. I suppose that he kept hobbling around, trying to earn a living for his family. His son, who was about my age, also worked with me salvaging that lumber, but a few years later he went to prison for murder in the mayhem of a drug deal gone bad.

The Silva class that I attended was a forty-hour training. It was really a meditation class, presented with a scientific basis. Mediation was about learning to consciously control one’s brain-waves, when the alpha state was attained (around ten cycles per second, where REM sleep occurs, and far slower than our normal waking beta awareness http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beta_wave) the brain worked more effectively for many tasks, such as memory and imagination. The Silva class kind of snuck the psychic stuff on its students. It turned out that my father was a highly talented psychic, and I turned out to be a chip off the old block in that way, also, as I would eventually discover. But I had no idea what I was in for when we finished the Silva class by “working cases.” Back then, it was called the Edgar Cayce method, and today it is called remote viewing. There were strict protocols that the all of the Silva exercises followed, and they also applied to the “working cases” exercises. Working a case meant that you would go into trance (called “going to level” in Silva parlance) and a fellow classmate would hand a card to a third person would read out this information about the “case”:

1. Their name;

2. Their city of residence;

3. Their age;

4. Their gender.

Then the person in trance would diagnose the health condition of the case and send them healing energy. A “case” was somebody with a diagnosed medical condition known to the classmate. On the card, the class member would write down those four pieces of information and the medical condition, which was read to the person in trance by the third person. The cases were worked in groups of three, with the moderator, the person in trance, and the person who had the case to work, and we all took all three roles during the exercise.

It was easy to think of my case, my former employer who lost half of his foot due to his diabetic condition, and that is what I wrote on my card. I was being schooled in the scientific method, performing experiments in my lab classes, and took the experiment seriously, not showing my card to the moderator until the other class member went into trance with her eyes closed. I did not even write on the card about his severed finger. His diabetes was the diagnosed medical condition, and I may not have even written that he lost half of his foot to it.

The class that I took was given in Santa Barbara, about fifty miles from Ventura, and the woman working my “case,” was a yuppie-looking white woman who I highly doubt knew a poor black man who lived fifty miles away. The moderator read off to her, “Isaac Brown, Ventura California, male, age 42”. Her eyelids fluttered (the “REM sleep effect” of being at “level”), and within less than five seconds the woman began to give her impressions. She first said, “I get the impression that he is black,” and then she changed my life forever. She held up her right hand, holding her index finger into the air, bent in half, exactly where Mr. Brown’s index finger ended, and she said, “He is missing the end of this finger.” I have heard of people being described with photographic or eidetic memories. I don’t know what to call my memory, other than to say that I only have met one person in my life whose memory is better, and my memories have images and sounds in them, quite often, and I can also recall the thoughts and feelings that I had in reaction to what I witnessed, and the first ten seconds of what woman’s first case nearly knocked me off my chair. I was so dazed by what she came up with that I don’t even remember if she diagnosed the diabetes or not. That image of her raising her index finger is burned into my memories so deeply that I would not be surprised if I still remember it three lifetimes from now.

Then it was my turn, and here is what I hopes help various psychic aspirants that I have encountered lately. After twenty hours or so of exercises (and they all had conditioning to enforce the idea those abilities are to only be used for the highest and best good of humanity, and if students used them for self-serving reasons, they would lose those abilities), I was familiar with being “at level,” but I admit that the idea of doing cases was a little unsettling; there was pressure to getting it right. I went to level and my case was read to me. Joya Pope read me long ago as emotionally-centered:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/spirit.htm#reading

and I’ll buy that. I have had some histrionic tendencies since my young days (I am also a gifted actor, which is another Old Artisan talent), which is normal for an early-stage Old Soul (Late Mature is the most emotionally trying soul age), and is evident on this thread, when somebody barges in for the fiftieth time on the inventor of the hour, wanting to scale the ramparts, and so on. Joya/Michael said that impatience is my Achilles heel for this lifetime, and all I can say to that is that I get to work on it every day.

Because of my emotional-centering, I do my best readings by engaging my emotions and being an empath. So, when I read my first case, I put the woman’s head on, so to speak, and felt what she felt, and I blurted out that she had a stroke that paralyzed her right side. That “wild guess” was right. The key to being a good psychic is to disengage that voice in our head that says that we are just making it up and are fools for trying to “work cases.” If that normal waking voice has the upper hand, then when it works a case, it analyzes the impressions for how “reasonable” they seem. That is the best way to wreck your ability.

The psychic impressions cannot come through the intellect, or putting the impressions through the intellect’s meat grinder, assessing how reasonable the impressions are, is the path of failure. You literally say the first things that come to mind, the first things that you feel, but from the trance state. That trance state connects you to something far larger than your conscious mind. Maintaining that threshold between waking consciousness and something that one might call sleep-like is the key to being an effective psychic. If you do the work, you will know the state that I am referring to. I am sure that many Avalonians know exactly what I am referring to. When you make your “wild guesses” from being “at level,” and the preposterous “guesses” are correct, doors open that will never again close. You begin to see your imagination in a new light. For me, my imagination leapt up by an order of magnitude after Silva. It also opened up my intuition in ways that can be hard to describe. I have never abused my psychic abilities in this lifetime (probably from abusing them in other lifetimes, which I will cover later and have previously mentioned on this thread), but I screwed up a few times at the threshold of adulthood, and those are coming soon, but for now it is off to chores.

Best,

Wade

[meat suit]

hi Wade,
have you come across the hydrosonic pump by Griggs?
real or fraud?

cheers

meat

[Limor Wolf]

Hi meat suit, Your Avatar definitely gives a challange to a vegan like myself

I wonder if you happened to read some of Wade's posts where he explaines on where he's focus is at now, and why. but if not, here is one example :

#1617

(sorry, but I do not know how to link a specific post from the whole page, please move down the page)

I think it is absolutely awsome that so many now are finding the possibility of Free energy as the most exciting and as the true remedy to our planet.

[meat suit]

hey, thanks for the attention Limor
its a suit! you are wearing one too, although much prettier than mine...
I just guess Wade has probably done the homework on the hydrosonic pump since it first surfaced, I dont want to take up any of his time here...hence a one word reply ie. 'real' or 'fraud' will suffice...
I have found over unity (f.e.) by the way... its called 'willow' ... cut off one branch ...get 8 new ones...magic ...yum yum goes the wood burner...he is a vegan too..

cheers

meat

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Limor:

Thanks for running interference for me!

Hi Meat:

Sterling Allan, Eugene Mallove and the like have specialized in kicking the tires of claims like Griggs’s.

http://peswiki.com/index.php/Directo...wer_Generators

I have been aware of the claims for several years, and if it really reduces energy consumption, then it may be legit, but the Griggs stuff seems like the standard inventor-in-his-garage scenario, and it may produce some “over-unity” effects, but nothing to get too excited about, and the shed-in-the-back way that the testing and production seems to have been implemented under sure leaves plenty of doubt.

Sterling chases after stuff like that, and he recently attended a conference that featured Rossi.

http://pesn.com/2012/09/11/9602180_2...W_E-Cat_Ready/

Again, that entire path of tinkering inventors holds no interest for me. Been there, done that, more than once, and none of those tinkerers have encountered Godzilla yet, and I really don’t want to watch.

Best,

Wade

[RunningDeer]

Posted by Limor (here)
Hi meat suit, Your Avatar definitely gives a challange to a vegan like myself

I wonder if you happened to read some of Wade's posts where he explaines on where he's focus is at now, and why. but if not, here is one example :

#1617

(sorry, but I do not know how to link a specific post from the whole page, please move down the page)

I think it is absolutely awsome that so many now are finding the possibility of Free energy as the most exciting and as the true remedy to our planet.

"...sorry, but I do not know how to link a specific post from the whole page, please move down the page.."

Hi Limor,

I'm on your post called "Link to Post #2374" in the top, right corner. Just click on it and it'll move to the top of a new page. Then just cut and paste address like you did with yours to Meatsuit Man.

Peace,
WhiteCrowBlackDeer

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I will continue the posts of my personal experiences, which will lead to my days with Dennis, but one aside, which you have seen repeated here many times, is how ingrained the old, scarcity-based ways are in humanity. Rossi is a classic Level 6:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#level6

Keshe was a Level 6 who seems to be becoming a Level 7:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#level7

and I have almost never seen an inventor evolve past those elementary levels, unless they end up in Level 8. Almost all FE scientists and tinkers end up there. And for anybody who has much familiarity at all with the milieu, levels 6 and 7 are suicidal levels of the game. It is like that saying that insanity is trying the same thing over and over, expecting a different outcome each time. Except in this instance, it is an entire cottage industry that is insane, because the tinkerers only get one swing at the ball and it is strike three, so no tinkerer ends up doing it twice (if he really has anything, and most don't), but there is an endless parade of naïve and deluded inventors, and those that watch them, thinking that this time they will succeed, with the same dogged approach that has failed 100% of the time for the past century.

Only fools like Dennis and his spear carriers ( ) try the Level 10 approach (and only adolescent fools think that Level 9 will work, like in the cowboy movies), and I saw how easy that was to defeat. We need to raise our games far above those scarcity-based levels if we are going to get anywhere with this. Anything less is easily defeated by Godzilla and friends, if it does not collapse from within first, or falls prey to the predators at the lower levels of that food chain.

I may not get another post in this weekend, but we will see.

Best,

Wade

[ThePythonicCow]

Posted by WhiteCrowBlackDeer (here)
I'm on your post called "Link to Post #2374" in the top, right corner. Just click on it and it'll move to the top of a new page. Then just cut and paste address like you did with yours to Meatsuit Man.

What I do, slightly quicker (but I need to do this more often than most), is to right click on the Link to Post #nnn in the upper right of the post, and then choose (left click on) the "Copy Link Location" entry on the right click menu that comes up. Then I am ready to paste that URL for that post wherever I need it.

(Special thanks to Ilie for making this Post #nnn link option more visible.)

[Limor Wolf]

Thanks Paula and Paul, you must have heard my 'heeeelp' and came to the assistance, I corrected the link in my post.

Paula, it is nice to see you here! (Paul's one stomach and four compartments is occasionally coming for a visit :)

Wade, I feel that the sequence of events in your life is quite remarkably an integral part for understanding the plot of Free energy and energy in general, and with your very own unique perspective. It helps the reader to become aware to how and why you have reached your conclusions, it also hints on the various tools that this universe is offering, if only we dare to make the connection.. Thanks!