WADE FRAZIER : A Healed Planet

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Again, there is a great deal that I am leaving out of this little experiences sidetrack narrative, but I’ll backtrack a little for some of them. It seemed that everybody wanted to steal the business. As the Boston operation was failing, we hired a guy to help run it, and he tried to steal it. Dennis then brought in a friend from Yakima who promptly ran the Boston operation into the ground and stole the company car of that salesman’s family. I had to fly up to Yakima to repossess it after Dennis’s sister “stole” it back from that man’s driveway. Dennis still brought that guy to Ventura to help us out, and he was no help at all. Early in the Ventura days, I witnessed more attempts to steal the business, and I told Dennis how shocking it was to see all of the thievery and other crimes, and Dennis made his memorable reply: the first fifty times he saw it, he was shocked, too:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#shocked

I was beginning to see how humanity was a personal integrity wasteland, full of cowards and thieves. That realization was a fitful one, resisted at every step of the way, until I had it beaten into my head in no uncertain terms. In the year after the raid, I received both barrels of that situation, until I came to my final realization:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#burn

I have not seen anything since then to contradict that hard-won understanding, and more evidence keeps piling up to reinforce it, and that is the primary reason why I say that I am looking for needles in haystacks: virtually nobody really cares. That is the crux of the problem, not Godzilla’s vigilance or the activities of the lower-level predators. They are only the masters of a game that virtually everybody plays. The trick is to stop making the self-service game the primary game in town. And scarcity and humanity’s pervasive and egocentric fear only reinforces it, in a vicious cycle. Only love and true sentience will break it, but you can’t make people care. Either they do or they don’t.

There were also many technical issues that arose with our pursuit of FE. In one way, Dennis was very “lucky” in how he stumbled into that heat pump. That panel was the only exotic component:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#new

Everything else could be purchased over-the-counter at an industrial parts house like Grainger. Even so, that panel introduced radical new parameters, and Dennis was involved in some of the R&D to improve that heat pump. Because it was capturing heat and not getting rid of it as a normal refrigeration system did, it turned many presumptions inside-out, and the refrigeration texts and “rules” of refrigeration were irrelevant to the operation of Dennis’s heat pump, which his engineers and technical people often had difficulty in understanding, as they could not think past their textbooks:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#young

But in going after FE the way that we were, building a hydraulic heat engine was a vastly more difficult task. As I stated a little earlier, the prime mover is where the action is in any energy conversion system:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post602338

and that is where the majority of the technological effort and finesse is brought to bear. It would be no different with the hydraulic heat engine path to FE, if it really was a path at all. Again, there were some world-class technical heavyweights with us in Ventura, and I had some conversations with them, out of earshot of Dennis, because he really did not want to hear it and he is the world’s greatest debater. They said that making those hydraulic heat engines market-ready was a several year development project. It would go through several rounds of prototypes before it could be put on a home.

While Detroit is legendary for its corruption, which I saw up close many times:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#inventor

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

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

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#carb1

the highly inferior internal-combustion automobile has had billions of dollars put into research so it would perform in deserts, in the Arctic, on mountains, in rainforests, and the like. As inferior as cars are compared to what already exists in Godzilla’s Golden Hoard, they have been engineered to operate in a wide range of settings, and that takes time and money. Somebody like Sparky Sweet kind of stumbled into his FE technology:

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

and although watching it run sure makes it seem easy, it was a long, long way from being ready to just plug in and power a home. That gap between a working prototype and being market-ready was the chasm that people like Brian O continually referred to, that $100 million No-Man’s Land that no FE inventor has ever crossed, and that almost nobody really wants to help him cross:

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

Long ago, Brian O and Tom Bearden estimated that an FE development project for the market would cost about $100 million. That number has probably grown to $200 million or more since then. No FE inventor has ever had access to that kind of money, and there is no way that an effort raising that kind of money could be done without Godzilla’s awareness of it. The idea that FE development can run under the radar is a newbie delusion that I call Level 7:

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

Burying disruptive technology is a science at Godzilla’s level, and even at levels below that:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post503605

As the magnitude of the technical issues dawned on me, it looked like what we were trying was hopelessly inadequate, and I felt that we should only be funding R&D from the profits from equipment sales. Funding it from kit sales made me very uneasy, but I saw why Dennis was doing it. It just looked like a very long shot, going about it like we were.

However, we also gained Godzilla’s keen attention, and that billion dollar offer to go away was indicative of the kind of threat that we presented, and this is where almost nobody in the FE field has understood, as they have all been stuck at the scientist/tinkerer level of the game. Dennis proved that he knew how to market and sell, in a big way, and was on the brink of making big things happen, so big that he needed to be taken out, repeatedly. Seattle was the first time that the energy establishment got out its big guns, but Dennis had trouble with them on the East Coast, when gangsters and his business associates were not trying to steal it. Dennis showed incredible resilience in the wake of all of those attacks and snuff jobs, and that is what made him so dangerous. He is still at it, which boggles my mind. So, that persistence made him the most dangerous man in the FE field, by far, and he can never be totally counted out of the game, but the Indiana Jones path to FE is perilous in the extreme, and I know of nobody like Dennis who is fit to even try that path. That is one of the reasons why I am doing this choir thing, although I really have not yet begun.

But getting Dennis together with somebody like Sparky was Godzilla’s worst nightmare, and that had a real risk of happening in Ventura, so we were taken out with extreme prejudice. Dennis and I never really discussed it, but I think that Dennis was hoping to become high-profile quickly enough to where Godzilla could not really act with impunity, and maybe we had a chance. Dennis also had that great faith that his “God” was steering the effort, and since I was the agent of “divine intervention” several times in Dennis’s journey, I can see how he felt that way, although I am far from certain that that voice in my head was “God.”

Sorry that this is bouncing around a little, but there is a lot of territory to cover. I have some chores to do, but the next post, which I plan to make today, will provide a narrative of 1988, and I will provide some insights that I have not revealed before. 1988 was by far the worst year of my life, and not a year that I like thinking about very often, but is it like what a soldier goes through:

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

where the nightmares continue, many years after the events.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

OK, on to the worst, and most educational, year of my life: 1988. It began with me writing Victor Fischer’s first check on New Year’s Day:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#fischer

A week later, Dennis spoke at a new energy conference and brought down the house, as on fire as he was. The cameraman recording that conference came by our office a few days later, looking for work, and got the scoop of his life as the raid began while he was there. He took all the footage of the raid, some of which I have on my site:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#raid

I am in a lot of that raid footage, but I am in a polo shirt, not my usual suit and tie. As I wrote before:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...olf#post580973

In my cluelessness as to what was really happening, I went home to get my golf clubs and work a little on my dormant golf game. I swung by the office on the way to the golf course, and never made it to the course that day.

That raid was the first of several death blows that were aimed at us, and the illegal ransacking of Mr. Researcher’s office was our first indicator that we were dealing with gangsters. They were kind of bumbling goons, letting people see them in the act, when it would not have been hard to close the door so that they couldn’t:

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

Maybe they got away with that kind of criminal activity so regularly that they could do so with relative impunity. Even the sheriff himself began calling our customers after the raid, with a kind of Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheriff_Rosco_P._Coltrane) officiousness that spoke loudly to the kind of backwoods law enforcement that Ventura County is now legendary for, a deep corruption that continues to this day:

http://www.insanityinc.us/insane0094.html

http://attackmachine.com/blog/2012/0...y-home-county/

I did not know it when we moved the company to Ventura, but over the years, about a dozen times friends and family have told me that they have seen lists or TV shows on the most corrupt law enforcement jurisdictions in the USA, and Ventura County was in the top five, along with Oakland, New Orleans, and other “legendary” cities.

As I have stated, Dennis has a poor rural white background, the kind of Scots-Irish heritage that Joe Bageant wrote about:

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

I have that kind of heritage from my father’s side. People from that socio-economic stratum are called “redneck,” “white trash,” “hillbilly,” and other colorful epithets. I was partly raised that way, but came to realize the barn I had been raised and put it in my rearview mirror was fast as I could after I left home. Some aspects of that class are Bible-banging Christian Fundamentalism, flag-waving nationalism, and a deeply paranoid worldview that lends itself to conspiracism. I was raised free of those aspects of that culture, but Dennis became a literalist Christian on his journey. He really did not embrace it until years after his mystical awakening:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#voice

When I met Dennis, he did not invoke his religion or American nationalism; he was just a businessman selling energy-conservation equipment. But after Seattle, his religion came to the fore, where it has stayed. He constantly invokes “God,” and I always had mixed feelings about it, but Dennis was sincere about it, and he lived his faith in ways that can be hard to comprehend. Holding our first Greatest Energy Show on Earth on hallowed nationalistic ground:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#barnum

reflected that redneck nationalism. Again, it was not really my bag, but I put up with it – it came with the territory of being Dennis’s partner. Consequently, we attracted many people of a populist, right-wing stripe, and the first alternative political literature that I was exposed to was right-wing conspiracist literature, of the patriotic kind, brought to the company by kit buyers. I really did not know quite what to make of it, and did not have much time to study it, but put some of it in a folder in my desk, which I titled in my sarcastic fashion as “seditious literature.” That folder was removed from my office, along with all of my business records, during the raid. I still have the search receipt, with that “seditious literature” folder named.

The fact that we were targeted by an international conspiracy lent some credence to that conspiratorial literature. As I eventually came to understand, the conspiracist literature usually cited events that had poor a documentary trail, which is understandable for conspiracies, but that made the information difficult to validate. I am not sure how deeply that kind of literature influenced my worldview back then, but I don’t think it was very much. My worldview was being rocked by events I was witnessing and living through, not literature.

After the raid, Dennis scrambled to avoid the next death blow, and because of that right-wing influence, he reached out to a Constitutionalist group in Montana. The group’s leader and a paralegal came to Ventura, and they had us file lawsuits against the sheriff’s deputies for violating our civil rights, and somebody organized an effort to call the sheriff’s department in protest of what they had done. Part of Mr. Deputy sticking the dagger in even more deeply was undoubtedly due to us not lying down and playing dead when they tried to wipe us out. During the raid, as they took all of my records, Mr. Deputy did what he could to sow discord between me and Dennis:

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

and when he realized that I was there and knew what happened in Seattle, he stopped trying that angle on me. That Constitutionalist group was also a religious commune, and they had their building burned down and bulldozed when they were lured away for a brief time. It was not just Godzilla’s tactic, and that kind of thing has become increasingly rare, at least in the USA, as the game has become more refined. This parallels how capitalism became more refined. The early days of capitalism were exceedingly brutal, which the classical economists preferred to pretend was not that way, and it was to up to people such as Marx to point out the violent theft by the capitalist class that allowed them to seize the means of production, beginning with kicking the peasants off of their land. Those dynamics are still with us, and have gone global.

If any of you have ever been the record-keeper for an organization, which in small corporations usually means the controller, and in larger ones can become the province of the legal department, imagine coming to work one day and all your records have been taken. When I walked into my office the morning after the raid, my office had been stripped to the walls. I had to work sixteen-hour days just to try to survive in the wake of the raid. But that was the small stuff: what the goons did to Mr. Researcher’s office, which we did not discover the full extent of until that morning we were able to re-enter our facilities, was the first time as an adult when I seriously harbored violent thoughts. Mr. Researcher was white in the face from the day after the raid until he left the organization a few weeks later, not being able to handle how he had been raped. The deputies’ theft of his work was not the big part of it, but all the inventions that had been entrusted to him to evaluate was what hit him the hardest. That law enforcement could be so lawless was a shock to me, and this was happening in my home town.

I have previously related that the night of the raid was the last time that I spoke to my mother for several years. She not only believed the lies that her employer told about our effort, as they parroted the sheriff’s department, but she actually made a scrapbook and took it on tour to my friends and family, some of whom were my investors, telling the story of her son the crook, and she never even asked me for my side of the story:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post400492

But with everything else going on, it was a minor nuisance. Our relationship was never the same, but it was really not a big deal to me. She was just piling on like the rest of the sheeple.

I began working even crazier hours in the raid’s wake. Instead of walking between our buildings, I ran. After about six weeks, I began to go into a general physical collapse. The stress symptoms from my LA days went away in 1986 even though I was starving, and began to come back in Boston, and increased during the mayhem of late 1987, and came back in full blossom after the raid. I was told that I had dark rings under my eyes, looking like a raccoon.

Just as I began going into a general physical collapse, I got together with my landlord, who became my wife two years later. My monk days were over, and getting together with her was as orchestrated by my unseen “friends” as much as meeting Dennis and Mr. Professor was, and that event probably ended up taking me away from Dennis as much as anything else did. Dennis’s wife has been with him for every step of the way on his energy industry adventures, and that in itself can be hard to believe, but I don’t know of any other wives like that. She was always number two at Dennis’s companies, for good reason. In ways, she had it worse than Dennis did.

So, in the worst year of my life, I became involved with my wife. Our relationship almost did not survive 1988, but she got to see all that I lived through. In one way, that was a blessing. Soldiers who have survived combat can never get their families to understand what they lived through, and they usually don’t want to talk about it anyway. My life’s work is not my wife’s, but she was there and saw what I lived through. How could I have made any other future mate begin to understand what I had lived through? I doubt that it is possible.

I had some other compensation that year. In March, Mr. Professor flew me out to the largest Channel Island, Santa Cruz (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Cruz_Island) to a hunting preserve on the eastern end of the island, run by a hunter friend of his. We flew out by helicopter, and hovered over migrating whales, followed by a pod of dolphins, chased by a whale-watching ship. We stayed high, because if we went lower, the whales would dive and there would be some unhappy whale-watchers on that ship. March is the glorious time of year on the islands, as they looked like Scotland, with lush rolling grasslands, and I did my fair share of hiking that weekend.

But it was back to the nightmare all too quickly, and as that spring wore on, I slowly became useless at work, eventually just sitting there, kind of quivering, unable to concentrate. I walked into Dennis’s office and said that I needed the summer off, to try to recover. He happily let me, saying that I had bailed him out so many times already that I could take as much time as I wanted. I began to only come in only half time in May, and was kind of leaving the operation. That was also when Dennis received the billion dollar offer to go away:

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

As I have stated before, Dennis did not even tell me of that offer, and in retrospect, I understood. I had also had enough of being attacked by my investors, and I asked Dennis to find some investors to buy out mine. He was looking when he was arrested, and I fully understand why he would not want to tell me about the offer. I did not hear about the offer until 1996, when I heard Dennis tell the audience at a show, and I later read it in his The Alternative.

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post542939

Although I am sometimes challenged about the reality of that offer (and his attackers uniformly dismiss it), I have no doubt whatsoever that he was made that offer, and I also have no doubt that he rejected it just as he described. That is totally in keeping with his character. As I have stated plenty, I have never met or heard of anybody like him, and neither has Godzilla, which is also why the White Hats would periodically call Dennis:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/camelot.htm#white

Also, those kinds of offers are not really that unusual in the FE field:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/risk.htm#meyer

and they made an offer that high because they wanted it to work. They just add zeroes to their offer, as I later discovered:

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

and what made and still makes Dennis a unique member of the FE field is that he is still the only person in it who has put disruptive energy technology on the market, and he did it in a potentially very disruptive way. FE scientists and tinkerers pose little threat at all, and Godzilla has taking them out to a science. Dennis presented a very different threat.

In June, just as I was about to leave for the summer, and mere days after the courts dismissed our civil rights lawsuits, Mr. Deputy and friends struck, arresting Dennis. It was far from a “normal” arrest. Dennis lived a half mile from the jail, and they could have simply arrested him at home or the nearby office whenever they wanted. Instead, they arrested Dennis in LA, just before he was going to hold a meeting for his dealers (in the wake of the raid, Dennis scrambled and revived another company, United Community Services, which his wife owned, to try to avoid the next blow, and UCS had dealers instead of kit buyers). Dennis took to calling Mr. Deputy “Deputy Dawg” in his public speeches that spring, and on the way back to Ventura, Mr. Deputy joked to Dennis that he tried to find some Deputy Dawg comic books (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deputy_Dawg) for Dennis to read on the way to jail.

The next day, a friend called me, saying that he saw Dennis on the LA TV news. Not only was the arrest itself made for the maximum impact, but Mr. Deputy and friends made a video tape for the LA TV news stations that they played, cleverly interspersing clips from Dennis’s training tapes with other stuff, to make Dennis look like the criminal of the century. For the “crime” that Dennis had committed, the bail schedule called for a $5,000 bail. But Mr. Deputy swore out an affidavit, asking for a million dollar bail, and the judge rubber stamped it:

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

Mr. Deputy asked the judge to heavily rely on Mr. Deputy’s expertise in investigating fraudulent activities in raising the bail to a million dollars, which was by far the highest bail among the several hundred inmates in the jail, with some in there for murder. I attended the first bail hearing, just before going to Washington to spend the summer hiking in the mountains, trying to recover. I watched Ms. Prosecutor go to work, and I was shocked at how she could string so many outright lies together in front of the judge. It was a breathtaking experience.

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

The judge lowered his bail to a “reasonable” $750K at that hearing, and it remained there for Dennis’s next eight bail appeals. That not being enough, the prosecution also filed a motion to deny Dennis his freedom even if he raised bail, because it would likely come from his business associates, and since the whole enterprise was a scam anyway, anybody putting up any money was putting up illicit funds, and the prosecution cited a precedent where a New Jersey drug dealer sold drugs to raise his bail.

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

The obvious political motivation to keep Dennis in jail spooked the local bonding companies, and they kept changing the collateral requirements. People like my future wife were pledging their homes as bail collateral, and then Mr. Texas struck, but not before Mr. Deputy had his finest hour. A couple of weeks after arresting Dennis, Mr. Deputy had a meteoric promotion, from a sergeant-investigator to lieutenant. He was about the youngest person ever made lieutenant in the sheriff’s department. Not only was he made lieutenant, he was put in charge of the jail, so he could see to the comfort of his career catch, that criminal of the century, Dennis. At the same time that his promotion was announced to fanfare in that local paper that my mother worked for, Mr. Deputy was given an unprecedented award for spear-heading the most difficult and far-ranging investigation in county history.

And then Mr. Texas worked his magic. A man whom I call Mr. Stooge in my writings:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#trio

is the man who brought that multi-level marketing billionaire to our office in Boston:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post606783

He was a good Christian man, unlike me, and when I began having my stress breakdown, he asked Dennis to make him his protégé. Dennis told him that he did not have the right stuff to be Dennis’s protégé, and Mr. Stooge proved it when Mr. Texas made his play. As with Bill the BPA Hit Man:

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

Dennis recognized Mr. Texas’s motivation early on, but was not in a position to remove him from the relative inner circle. Mr. Texas inveigled himself into becoming one of ten national “directors” of our operation, and he got the other directors to let Mr. Stooge and him represent the interest of the directors, and with another director in Oregon, they moved fast, and less than a month later, they successfully destroyed the Ventura operation as they stole the company. I thought that I had seen the ugly side of humanity when my boss orchestrated the theft of Dennis’s company in Seattle and I watched the employees cheer as the company was stolen:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#salient1

but it all paled to insignificance when compared to what happened in Ventura. Like Mr. Deputy, Mr. Texas is a dark pather. Whether Mr. Texas was being paid to work his evil in Ventura is somewhat of an open question to me, although I have little doubt that he was a professional provocateur like Bill the Hit Man was. He unmasked himself to Dennis then:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#_edn34

just as he was sticking in his knife. All of that was happening while I was hiking the Cascade Range to try to recover, and I had little idea of what was happening in Ventura. After a month of hiking, my future wife said that she missed me and I drove back to Ventura, after taking my meager possessions out of my grandmother’s basement, which I stored when I chased Dennis out to Boston. As with so many events, my arrival in Ventura that July morning could not have been more “timely” – I decided to drive past the office on the way home, and pulled into our parking lot only a few minutes after Mr. Texas had successfully chased off all of our employees, delivering a threat from Mr. Deputy that anybody working there would be prosecuted as Dennis’s accomplice:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#salient3

As I pulled up, Mr. Texas and Mr. Stooge were standing with Mr. Engineer. They all came up and greeted me, shaking my hand, with Mr. Stooge and Mr. Texas looking a little sheepish (maybe Mr. Texas was not all that much of a dark path master, as a real master would have enthusiastically shaken my hand). Mr. Engineer was with Dennis from his Yakima days, lived with us in Boston, and saw what happened in Seattle if nothing else. When he said that he and Mr. Researcher were going to go work for Mr. Texas and Mr. Stooge, my radar was instantly up. It smelled bad, but I did not react. I then went home and called a shaken up Mr. Professor. I went over to his house and he began to tell me what had happened. Mr. Texas was making his play to steal the company, and he had used his carrots and sticks on Mr. Professor, and Mr. Professor asked me if I thought that Dennis was really a good guy. I became highly suspicious when Mr. Engineer told me that he and Mr. Researcher were going to work for Mr. Texas, but my heart sank into my feet when Mr. Professor asked me that question. I told him what I thought was happening, and after about an hour of telling him how this stuff worked, he thanked me for telling him what I did. He said that he wanted to hear what I had to say before telling me that he was going to support Dennis no matter what.

I am crying as I write this, recalling those days, and they are largely tears of joy and sadness, when I think of what Mr. Professor was going through and how he did what was right when almost nobody else would, because of what his star student got him involved with, and how he eventually paid the ultimate price. It turned out that I was 100% right about everything that I thought was happening, but I still refused to believe that Mr. Researcher was planning to go work for Mr. Texas. I had seen how working for the cutthroats ended, and he and Mr. Engineer were really going to leap into the fire by going to work for Mr. Texas. I went over to Mr. Researcher’s home, to hear with my own ears that he planned to go work for those cutthroats. Mr. Engineer and Mr. Researcher were world-class talents in their fields, but they acted like five-year-olds getting into a stranger’s car for the promise of a candy bar. I was shocked to hear Mr. Researcher defend Mr. Texas while casting aspersions at Dennis. I called Mr. Texas and friends “slime,” in my efforts to wake Mr. Researcher up.

A few days later, Mr. Researcher got in his knees in Mr. Deputy’s office, begging for mercy, and I heard the tape of that conversation, at least before Mr. Deputy began to threaten Mr. Researcher. Mr. Deputy and friends “lost” that part of the tape.

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#_edn36

In that begging conversation with Mr. Deputy, Mr. Researcher actually repeated my “slime” comment to Mr. Deputy in a scoffing tone, expressing his surprise at how misguided I was, questioning Mr. Texas’s obviously great integrity. That was one of the more poignant examples of how duped the herd can be, slitting its own throat, stampeding over the cliff. Not being dissuaded by Mr. Researcher’s disdain for my opinion, I kept feeding him the facts, and when Mr. Texas slit Mr. Engineer’s throat after using Mr. Stooge to get from him what he wanted:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#scoff

Mr. Researcher finally began to wise up, but he was no hero. He fled into hiding rather than testify in court, after Mr. Deputy’s threats:

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

But that was a few months away still, in August 1988. As Mr. Texas closed the doors of our Ventura operation, almost everybody stole everything they could on the way out:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#steal1

That cameraman, who jumped aboard the gravy train when he got lucky and filmed the raid, stole all of the camera gear as he left, which we had paid several thousand dollars for. Our machinist sold the machine shop, pocketed the money and ran back home to Boston. Of the hundreds of people involved, only a handful acquitted themselves with honor, similar to what happened in Seattle. Mr. Professor was the hero of what happened in Ventura, and it eventually cost him his life:

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

And probably more than anything else, that will haunt me for the rest of my life, even though neither Mr. Professor, his wife, Dennis, nor his wife hold me in any way responsible. That voice in my head has a lot to answer for.

But in that nightmare summer of 1988, I still had some compensation. After helping out with the dead company for a couple of weeks, I went back to Washington to get in a few more weeks of hiking, and I had the best backpack of my life, alone, on a fast, for five days. I am attaching some pictures from that trip. In the one of me with the meadow in the background, that is Glacier Peak in the distance, and I am east of it. This picture is from nine years later, from the north side of it:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/image.jpg

In that first picture of my tent pitched in front of a steep slope, you can see a stream coming down the slope behind the tent. That stream came from the lake that you can see in the next picture. I got way out there on that trip, and hardly saw a soul. The day before that tent shot with the stream, I spent all day in my tent in inclement weather, a couple of valleys away, where that second shot of a tent is taken, with a larger mountain behind it. In that day in the tent, I read Ursula Le Guinn’s The Left Hand of Darkness, and I also read one of Carlos Castaneda’s Don Juan books on that trip. I was combining a few of my favorite earthly activities on that trip. The picture of that trail in a meadow is looking toward that mountain that I climbed over. I left the trail soon after that picture was taken, bushwhacking up that valley for several miles. I burst out of the brush at one stage, only a few yards from a buck deer and his harem, and they quickly retreated up the mountain from me. It is a good thing that I did not surprise a bear like that.

The morning after that inclement-weather day was clear and warm, and I climbed that mountain behind my tent. In fact, I nearly bought it climbing over that mountain (and my body would probably still be undiscovered), but when I got to the top, that meadow scene awaited me in the next image, and I ambled through meadows the rest of that day, over to that lake. The next morning, as I camped below that lake, I hiked up to a pass (the picture of me in those sunglasses, which I only use when I am walking on snow) that overlooked the legendary Napeequa Valley:

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

As I left that meadow below the lake, after hiking up to that pass, I clearly recall my fervent prayer of thanks for experiencing that slice of heaven. And then it was back to the nightmare in Ventura.

I have some chores to do, but I will write about the rest of 1988, after I got back to Ventura after getting that hiking in. The next six months are when my life changed forever, and I was radicalized. I could go on for several days about what I saw and learned in 1988, but I want to get onto my human journey narrative again. This little detour kept me from getting my narrative done this year, so I will shoot for getting it done in January. We will see how it goes.

Happy New Year,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Avalon will not let me post more than five images in a post, so I will put the last two images referred to in the prior post here.

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

In the middle of reliving those memories of my soldier days, I need a little break, and I will look ahead on this post. This series of sidetracking posts began with the question of why I don’t follow FE inventors who are trying to scale the ramparts. It should become clearer when I finish this series of memory posts, but in short, they don’t have a prayer in the current environment. I have seen all levels below Level 12:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#level1

for many years, and all of them have their weaknesses. People below Level 6 or in Level 8 are rooted in their armchairs and are no help, but they also can’t get into much trouble. People in Levels 6, 7, 9, 10, and 11 suffer from a number of delusions, which can be fatal in this field, and nobody is more naïve in the FE field than Level 6 and Level 7 inventors and their allies. Those are usually the kinds of inventors and their allies that you see people post about, both on this thread and elsewhere. There are entire sites devoted to those people, and conferences, etc. I estimate that up to 100,000 inventors have gone down the Level 6 and Level 7 paths, and none have ever gotten close to making anything happen. The lucky ones got the golden handcuffs, the not so lucky ones had their patents seized, were surreptitiously sabotaged, to life-wrecking effect, but most actually succumbed to their own foibles, a lack of help, or the greed and fear of their “allies.”

People do not have to be too bright to begin to comprehend the magnitude of FE: it is a many quadrillion dollar technology, for starters:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/risk.htm#quadrillion

and very few people can walk that path for long before their egos are overwhelmed in one way or another. Godzilla is really a small part of the problem, but he is definitely there and vigilant. His job is made easy, however, as the would-be heroes of FE, and their supporters, are their own worst enemies.

I sympathize with Level 8 defeatists, but I also do not want to waste any time with them. I get people firing their Level 8 negativity at me all the time, and none of them have ever gotten out of their easy chairs. The Level 9 Young Warriors have adolescent fantasies of taking on Godzilla. They actually make Godzilla’s life kind of interesting, and he toys with them like a cat does a mouse, if they actually ever get to the mouse level – they are usually ants, and self-defeating ants. Most would-be Godzilla-slayers have watched too many cowboy movies. It does not work like that in the real world.

I am most sympathetic to Level 10 efforts, and I have been a key player in several of them. They are all doomed, because they play to lowest-common-denominator delusions to get a crowd formed and moving. That herd is easy to stampede over the cliff. I eventually found that Level 10 efforts were doomed because we can’t get to FE by dragging our delusions with us. Godzilla uses our delusions against us. As I will write about soon, as I staggered out of Ventura with my life destroyed, I realized that almost nothing that I was taught about how the world worked was true. I spent all of my “spare” time since then in an attempt to figure out just what all of that was, and if there was some truth out there to pursue, or if it was all just different flavors of delusion. My site is the partial fruit of those investigations.

All Level 10 efforts that I have seen or been a part of pandered, in one way or another, to scarcity-based ideologies:

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

Dennis at times played to all three of the most dominant ones: nationalism, capitalism, and organized religion. People attracted to those ideologies are easily manipulated and defeated. If people get past those ones, they are often of a scientific bent, and scientists are constantly wrestling with scientism, rationalism, and materialism (structuralism is a mixture of those ideologies http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#conspiracism), which are faiths that almost always lock them into Level 3. But for those of a scientific bent who get beyond those, they are usually highly naïve, which can be a fatal affliction in the FE field. They usually end up in Level 6 or Level 7, but sometimes they think that Level 10 has a chance, but not when they play the patent game, the capitalist game, and so on. As I have stated plenty, the only inventor path to FE that might have a prayer that I can see is for an inventor with the goods (extremely rare; for instance, neither Rossi nor Keshe nor Steorn have demonstrated that they really have the goods, to name a few of the more recent aspirants) to give it to a worthy group. I have never met an inventor with the goods willing to give it away, and I have yet to see that worthy group. Level 10 efforts have yet to amass a worthy group, and that is because personal integrity is the world’s scarcest commodity:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#burn

which was the primary lesson of my journey. My Level 12 efforts can be seen as trying to form that worthy group, but that is not really my goal, not now. Getting people who can walk the FE path is too hard. Almost nobody on Earth today has the right stuff, so my goal is more modest: form a choir, instead of an army.

The qualities of the choir will be:

1. Their hearts are in the right place; it will be a choir of love above all else;

2. It’s members will think comprehensively, so that they can distinguish the forest from the trees;

3. They can sing.

That is really it, but it will be anything but easy. The hardest qualification is the first one. Almost nobody really has their heart in the right place, as they live in fear, in obvious and subtle ways. The second one also is anything but easy. I spent a lifetime developing my comprehensive perspective, and for most of it, it was by the seat of my britches. It was not until I finished my site in 2002 that I even heard of a comprehensive perspective, when I was introduced to Bucky’s work:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/roots.htm#fuller

and if I rewrote my site today, it would be far more consciously comprehensive than it is today. My essays of the past ten years have usually been more comprehensive, and my upcoming essay will be my most complete comprehensive statement yet, and I plan for it to be the hymnal for the choir. It will most certainly not be the last word; what I hope is that it becomes a paradigm-forming first word.

Getting to a comprehensive perspective in our world, with one’s heart in the right place, is one of the hardest feats that I know of, and being able to sing after gaining that perspective is another almost-impossible feat. On the way to a truly comprehensive perspective, people want to shriek more than sing, and that is part of the path. Nobody that I know got close to Level 12 without great hardship and perseverance, as they pursued the truth in a world where almost all that is heard are choruses of lies. But until a person can climb that mountain and sing from its top, they won’t be able to help the choir along.

Already, I am getting people thinking that being asked to form the choir is some great honor, and not being asked is some kind of damnation. I sure don’t see it that way. Being part of the choir will be anything but easy, and looking at a real-world choir is a good analogy. First, a choir member will have talent, and then they practice, practice, practice. They learn to complement each other. If a person can’t hit the notes, they should not be in the choir, plain and simple. If they don’t want to take the time to practice, they should not be in the choir, plain and simple. If they don’t know the words, they should not be in choir. Those in the audience can hum along, but being in the choir is not for everybody.

At Avalon, you can hear some singing, but there are also many discordant notes. Some confuse whining with singing. These are all part of the terrain. I don’t always hit the notes myself, and impatience is my Achilles heel. If a person has a cold, they should take time off from singing. Not all choir members will have it every day, and that is OK, but when they don’t, they should probably not sing. The grand performance of the choir will not really be time-dependent. I will not be asking everybody to sing at once on some global stage, but when a member contributes, it will be by singing.

An abundance-based choir will not form from people dragging around the baggage of scarcity, and the ability to discard that baggage is dependent on where their hearts and heads are. They will need some experience in seeing that baggage for what it is and discarding it, as experience is probably the only teacher.

And the hard part for those who like to sing is that the audience that the abundance choir will be trying to reach is not our friends, family, and colleagues. Less than one-in-a-thousand people are ready to hear the choir. I am trying to take advantage of the reach of the Internet, to find those needles in haystacks. Singing the abundance song to those around you can be suicidal. I seek to build a choir of several thousand of those needles, and maybe they can create a harmonic effect that ten times their number will hear and react to, and they will begin to hum the song. That is all I am trying to do, and it will be anything but easy. I can sympathize with people who reject that as some hopelessly foolish quest, and all I can say is that they are not in my target audience. After many long years at this, I have a very specific intention in mind. I will not be deterred from it, and I am not going to let it become watered down into some kind of Level 10 effort, where, in the interest of building numbers, people are invited in with their baggage and discordant tunes. If only five people can sing at first, then it will be five. What is important is hitting the notes in harmony, not numbers or volume.

I will be doing my best to raise my game, too, and I will expect it of anybody whom I ask to join the choir. I am also doing this because singing should not be life-risking behavior, unless you try it at work.

Time to run off to work.

Best,

Wade

[Limor Wolf]

Hello Wade ~

Just read your last post, It seems that you place a very high standard on your choir requirments. I know that some people have some parts of what you wish for, and others that are weaker in one area (For example, can't sing very well, but can think comprhensively and see the picture and be potentialy great creators, However, not singers. Others might be able to think comprhensively but did not entirely ditched their own bag of scarcity just yet) .

You really are looking for needles in haystack and you also require that the needles will be spotless. It is always said that a person who wants something from others, has to stand firm within his own expectations (hope my English is OK), And you sure do not ask for anything that you can not offer yourself. You have no problems there. You are gifted in so many ways and you have passed a life trail that helped you shape your perceptions and intentions on the subject of FE. It is only left to wonder, how many people have you met till today whether it is face to face or on the internet that are fitting your very accurate above description.
And with that nothing is left but to wish you and us a great success!

Limor

[Ernie Nemeth]

Wade, that is the first time in the two years of this thread that you have come anywhere close to describing your true intentions, and I am grateful. Thank-you.

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Limor:

So glad to see that you survived the end of the world!

Your post is kind of getting at the crux of what I am trying to do. In the end, I am trying to do something that will work. I have definitely seen what has not worked, and I have seen quite a few people try to solve this riddle, trying out this and that, and usually sacrificing their lives to try it out. On this issue, the stakes are as high as humanity has ever faced. Truly, next to the energy issue, everything else is a sideshow. Godzilla and friends want everybody distracted by the sideshows, so they do not focus on what is important. That is primarily how they keep their death grip on humanity. That is why he has honed his suppression activities to a science, with prodigious amounts of quiet money, “national security” secret seizures of technologies, subtle murder, and other quiet methods that keep the herd from being roused or spooked. So far, it has been a 100% effective program, and I am trying to beat it, fool that I am.

The most effective activity that Godzilla and friends have engaged in has been helping to make FE and what can come with it unthinkable:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/scarcity.htm#thinkable

and the masses have obliged them. The masses mesmerized by the bread and circuses of our daily conditioning are not my target audience. I seek those who have already done what they can to break free from the herd conditioning and do some real good in the world, beyond the confines of The System. For those that have played at the high levels, they have usually laid their lives on the line, in numerous ways. Many of them are my heroes and heroines. Watching this interview with Allan Nairn (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allan_Nairn) and Amy Goodman:

http://www.democracynow.org/2010/1/6...he_machine_set

is awe-inspiring. Nairn had his skull fractured by America’s goons, with Goodman right beside him, and you would never know it from watching that interview. The courageousness of somebody like him is astounding to witness, but while calling out America’s evil deeds across the world can be good work, how about making the entire edifice that the current situation sits on – scarcity – disappear? How about that? Is it worth even thinking about? I have tried in vain for twenty years to attract the so-called radical left’s interest in FE:

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

the free software movement:

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

and others whom you might think would be natural allies. But they don’t see the big picture yet, as they hack at branches. I have watched people such as Brian O and Dennis beat their heads against those walls for many years. I eventually accepted the idea that there is probably no one group on Earth that can really be reached on this issue, so I am going to have to form my own group. But it will be different than any other group that I have yet seen, and that is because the only people who can carry this ball do not reside in any one group. I really am not asking for very much, not really, for the choir, not compared to what FE soldiers have been through. They may well be “spotless,” as you say, but they really won’t have to get in the trenches and have the bullets whiz over their heads. I am not asking anybody to do that. I already have enough blood on my hands for one lifetime. But if I lower my standards to the level that I have already seen in failed efforts, there is really no point in my even trying. I have already been in Level 10, “come one, come all,” efforts, and what catastrophes they all were, even the more “selective” ones. I don’t need to do any more of those. I already know that they don’t work, not for this. I have already seen how conspiracism and structuralism blind their adherents:

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

and I eventually saw what they had in common. I am trying to do something different, not just to be different, but to try something that might make some headway, and is also something that I feel that I can contribute to. I am done with playing spear carrier in this lifetime, and carting the corpses off the battlefield. It is time for something different. And if I only find five, I only find five. It is gist of the song that is important, not its volume or how many can sing it, not now. Those harmonic effects that I keep referring to I hope will make it easier for others to sing, but the first singers have to know their stuff. Maybe it will be ranked, with a conductor, some first chairs, the rest of the orchestra, and those who can appreciate the symphony in the audience, to use a different musical analogy. But it has to start with looking for first chairs, or those who can become first chairs. I have already seen glimmers at Avalon that what I am shooting for is not crazy, but something that might work. It may not be as quick and easy as many would like to think it can be, but the biggest event in the human journey will not come easily, not with all the forces arrayed against it, humanity’s inertia most importantly. Ideally, ten Dennises and a hundred Brians could do it, but there are not enough of them on the planet today, so it is on to Plan B!

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

And as I have always stated, there are two major reasons for pursuing FE; one is that it is a necessary part of making abundance happen (in fact, without it, abundance may not be possible), and the other is avoiding the abyss:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/conun.htm#summary

which humanity is perched on the edge of. FE is the essential ingredient for meeting both goals.

For those who can think comprehensively but can’t sing, I still see a role for them, but not in the choir. The choir is far from the only role to play, but they will be the people on stage. For those whose hearts are in the right place but can’t think comprehensively, they are still needed, but they won’t really be able to sing the song, not the one that I have in mind. My hymnal won’t be the only one in town, but it probably is the only one that I am qualified to write. Damn! It is a big world, and I should not be the only one trying out stuff like this. If I was one of a hundred people trying things out along these lines, we would have had FE long ago. The primary reason why I am doing this is because I don’t see anybody else trying, not what I am planning to try out. Others are welcome to try in their own way. It is their world, too. But when I see newbies rushing toward the ramparts, and their FE armor does not even have a scratch yet, I really don’t want to watch. Nearly forty years of this journey have made me very specific in my old age about what I plan to do and what I am looking for, and I am trying to do it in a way so that nobody has to risk their lives doing it.

Happy New Year, and may 2013 be good to you,

Wade

Hi Ernie:

I have been singing the same song at Avalon since I began here:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...ll=1#post91351

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...ll=1#post91386

Making FE and abundance thinkable has been my game for a long time. I began stating it specifically in 2004:

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

soon after I quit my last Level 10 project, NEM. I also stated it in my interview with Bill and Kerry:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/camelot.htm#imagine

I have been promoting the choir concept here for quite some time, and when Ilie and some others began to sing, I figured that it might have a chance. That is a big reason why I post here. But all the best laid plans only look good until you begin to try them out, and I am still not sure how the choir will come together, or if it will come together. My goal has been heaven on Earth since I was sixteen. The only thing that has changed since then are my ideas of how the get there, but I have been making my choir idea pretty clear for a while now. I began calling it a choir at Avalon almost two years ago:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...oir#post179551

and this post from May is almost a carbon copy of my previous post:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post484282

I think that I have been stating my intention pretty consistently.

Best,

Wade

[Dennis Leahy]

Wade, reading your thread is like a gulp of air after having been submerged too long. I say that not to tickle your ego but to assure you that your words are read, digested, provoke thoughts and examinations both of self and ideas - and are appreciated more than clicking a "Thanks" button could ever express.

Next time you're squeezing your wife, squeeze her just a little bit tighter and tell her than some folks on Avalon said "thank you!" to her for sharing you with us - with humanity. Of course, she has no choice, you'd explode otherwise, but do let her know that we appreciate her too.

:~)

Dennis

[Wade Frazier]

Dennis, your message has been relayed to my long-suffering wife.

Love,

Wade

[Limor Wolf]

Originaly posted by Wade Frazier: " So glad to see that you survived the end of the world! "

Just barely, Just barely


Wade, You clearly lay your vision and anyone who is not in alignment with the cause as was outlined by you so many times, will not be able to join the choir. It will be interesting to find out , what in your view is the most ifluential part that has the most potentiaity to make the greatest difference of bringing Free Energy to our (and therefore to the society's) awarness, is it the data gathering and the processing ? is it the thinking and reflection? is it the 'creators' part of shifting our minds to an abundent thinking, or maybe it is the ability to sing in a harmonius tunes?


I agree with Dennis , your thread and your line of thoughts offer so much to the reader, it provoke thoughts and it invites digestion and examination. this in itself creates a change!

whether we have it in us to be a part of your choir or not, it is also of a great importance to simply be the sounds that can accompany the louder and more capable voices, so if a person is able to see the full range of things (not an easy task) ,then they can contribute and put whatever abilities they have to assist with the cause. There must be many ways to develope outside the choir's range.

I am still in the mourning period on my mother (seven days by jewish tradition) so a little numb, I hope that what I write is not completely out of context.
May the year ahead - 2013 will be a year of growth ,abundance and many new options to the world, may the birth process of the new world we are now forming together begin!!

Love

Limor

[sandy]

Dear Limor,

Holding you tight in my Heart for awhile

Happy New Year Brothers and Sisters!! May your creation of 2013 be the Best One Yet

Just got back from all the family visitations and travels. Great to see and connect with everyone and at the same time great to be home in my own space and bed. I found that my Love for family has not changed but my actions sure have...........................I have been feeling quite detached for quite some time now and struggling with not being emotionally triggered by anything but joy or compassion. Being with family that I haven't spent time with for 3 years or more made me think that my emotions would be raw. Surprisingly, I remained loving but detached from all the family dynamics and drama...............still feels somewhat strange but some how right!!

Still not sure what this is all about as I have been very demonstrative most of my life, so attentive but aloof, is something I'm just going with for now and should be interesting to journey on into 2013.

Enjoy your personal posts so much Wade and couldn't agree more on a Big Thanks to your Wife for her support and contributions of Love through being your partner, starting with the toughest year of your life. Thank our Loving Universal Energy for the synchronicity of meeting her at the right time and boy you sure did need someone in your corner then and through the years to come and the years ahead.

IMHO it is not going to get better any time soon and watching the deep sleep that all my family members and friends still enjoy is settling to say the least for the years ahead..................I'm not going to do anything but take one day at a time and work to live in the 'now of the moment' tuning in and out depending on what creates abundance and joy and compassion and love, all the rest can just play out ebbing away from a lack of reaction and or attention

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Limor:

Sorry to hear of your mother’s passing. I send my blessings.

Since this choir idea is an experiment that has yet to be performed, I really do not know what will have the biggest impact on making a choir idea work, if a choir idea will work, if I can get a choir going. If I can’t get it going, it will not be due to a lack of effort on my part (whether it is smart and wise effort is a different issue ). The idea is partly born from my desire to not have a hand in making any more FE martyrs. That is not just because being a part of so much pain and agony was so hard on me; it is hard on anybody who really wants to make a dent in things. But, I also came to realize that the list of FE martyrs is a long one, plenty long enough so that anybody paying attention can see how the land lies. The human ego, however, is a very slow learner, and men in particular seem to have to find out the hard way, as they try to dance across the FE minefield, thinking that they somehow have the magic quality that the other 100,000 did not. There does not need to be any more FE carnage, unless people want to try the Indiana Jones route like Dennis has, but you really have to consider your life forfeit before you even begin that route.

I agree that discussion of the issues will help some people, but when the discussion that I plan to initiate has never been done before, it is hard to say what the impact will be. There has never been a Level 12 choir before; nothing close to it. While the masses are fast asleep on the FE issue, it does not mean that FE is not debated on the fringes, but that conversation has rarely happened between FE participants, but usually by a troll-filled peanut gallery. I doubt that today’s FE debaters will be much help with the choir. As Brian O said, the FE field needs new blood:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/camelot.htm#new

Here is a way that it might happen, but again, this is very speculative. Outcomes of first-time experiments are not easy to predict; that is why experiments are performed!

Let’s say that this thread continues bouncing around like it has, piquing the interest and imaginations of people such as you, Dennis, Ilie, Melinda, Sandy, etc., while I get my essay finished this year. People such as Telosian Embrace encourage a few more to share their visions of a future Earth:

http://www.projectavalon.net/forum4/...A-Future-Earth

Ilie encourages some more people to think about what becomes obsolete in a world of abundance:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...by-Free-Energy

Robert helps more people face their FE fears:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...No-way-in-hell

and so on. Today, all of those other threads are rather moribund, except this one. I have been begged to keep this effort going at Avalon, and I plan to, even if I get a choir going someplace, maybe in a sub-forum at Avalon, and maybe not.

So, let’s say that there continues to be some interest in this thread and the larger FE conversation at Avalon, and I get my essay finished late this year. With the time that I am taking off from my career (probably my career’s last break), finishing that essay is guaranteed, unless some kind of catastrophe happens, in either the world or my life. The essay will largely just be a more in-depth version of these themes:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/upcoming.htm#revolutions

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

And this thread since July has given a hint of what the depth and subject matter will be. Before I get to what I hope the impact might be, I want to outline the problems that I have seen, which should make what I am hoping for clearer.

Nobody has made more hay in the alternative energy field than Dennis has. He actually came to FE kind of late in his trajectory. When he was dealing with customers, and they risked none of their own money with his brilliant programs:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#sfs

anybody would sign up for that, which is what made Dennis so dangerous, and his attackers scrupulously avoid that subject while telling outright lies about him:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...ted#post410817

When Dennis was wiped out repeatedly, those customers may have been disappointed that the equipment never showed up at their homes, but they had no skin the game and went back to watching TV. When Dennis tried rounding up those customers to make some noise, it was really only the noise of their self-interest that was heard, and that is not going to go anywhere, not when the “market” is determined to imprison them.

Dennis also tried it with his employees, but it was also the voice of self-interest, and they would readily cheer as he was strung up, as long as they were promised a paycheck:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#salient1

They were not there for FE for the world, but a paycheck.

Then I saw Dennis try it with dealers, kit buyers, and the like. And they too were there largely for self-interested reasons. He also played to “patriot” groups, Christians, and the like. After Dennis got out of prison in 1994:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...ort#post401301

he decided to try it with volunteers, and some came. While he got a few true volunteers who ended up spending years of their life working for almost nothing, most were there for other reasons or did not stay long, and Dennis found that he largely got what he paid for with volunteers. But volunteers came the closest to having the right stuff and keeping FE front-and-center in their awareness, but it is all too easy to get swept up into the battle and spectacle, and losing sight of the goal is a hazard that anybody in those trenches has to deal with.

Could anybody keep their eye on the ball? With Patriots, Christians, kit buyers and dealers, they brought their agendas to the table, which centered around those scarcity-based ideologies (nationalism, organized religion, capitalism http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#dominant ), and once the FE effort was crushed, they went back to their various pursuits that had nothing to do with FE. They all saw FE as something that could make them rich or might fulfill some related agenda, but once that opportunity seemed to go away, they were off to something else. There were some exceptions, but they were very few and far between.

That self-interest kept them from seeing a bigger picture, and they likely did not even want to see the bigger picture. They were there because of the opportunity that Dennis was presenting, and when the opportunity vanished, so did they.

After the dust settled in Ventura and I staggered away, radicalized, I began the deep dive that eventually became my site, but it was not long before I was reaching out to groups that seemed like they would be natural allies. I had already been disappointed with environmentalist groups during my days with Dennis:

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

but as I would learn over the years, environmentalist groups were not only no help at all on the FE front, they treated FE like the enemy:

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

You really have to see it to believe it. It initially blows the minds of anybody in the FE field who discovers it:

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

But the environmentalists are in good company. The Peak Oilers are of a similar bent:

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

I started contacting the rad left as early as 1992, writing to Uncle Noam:

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

While Noam and Uncle Ed were gracious, I could not really get them interested in FE, even offering to have Brian O interact with Uncle Ed a number of times, and Ed’s hobby is astronomy, of all things. I came to understand that the rad lefties are into “protest” of elite activities and the Marxist “struggle” for a better world, which is a victim-oriented perspective. The Peak Oilers and rad lefties are usually highly intelligent, but have fallen to different kind of indoctrination, and they are heavily entrenched Level 3s:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#level3

Their so-called solutions are all firmly rooted in the scarcity paradigm, with the Peak Oilers in particular advocating austerity and removing billions of “excess population” from Earth:

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

Again, you really have to see it to believe it, where they can blithely call for the depopulation of Earth, yet treat FE and abundance like their worst nightmare, if they acknowledge it at all.

The vast majority of humanity is either oblivious to the idea of FE, reject it with reflexive, thoughtful, or sophisticated games of denial, live in fear of the downside of FE while never acknowledging the upside, or they will gladly believe that FE is possible if you can deliver FE devices to their homes. The people in those categories comprise far more than 99% of the global population. For that tiny fraction of 1% that gets beyond unawareness, denial, trembling fear, and their comfortable armchairs, almost all of them end up in Levels 6 or 7, with inventor-itis. Those are among the most dangerous levels of the game, and if any of them actually become productive (most don’t), 100% of those productive ones so far have become Level 13s:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#level13

Then there are the Young Warriors with their might-makes-right delusions, in Level 9:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#level9

and the only guarantee is that if they ever spill any blood, it will be yours or each other’s, not Godzilla’s.

And then there is Level 11 greed and megalomania:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#level11

Level 8 fatalism:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#level8

and so on. Everything that Dennis tried while I was with him was Level 10 mass action (after he got both barrels of Level 6 and Level 7), but that army was easily manipulated to turn on itself or stampede over the cliff.

I have witnessed, survived, or heard from the first-hand participants many, many times over the years, the realities of Levels 6, 7, 9, 10, and 11, and I have absolutely no interest in any of them. I don’t even keep track of what Dennis is doing, as he keeps trying to solve the Level 10 riddle. Anybody who wants to rush out and “do something” on the FE front, in any level below Level 12, will not be part of the choir that I have in mind. That is not what the choir will be about. The “do something” people can go throw their lives away, but I don’t want to hear about it. So, let’s leave all of that aside for now, on what I have seen that does not only not work and likely never will, but is also life-risking behavior.

In none of those lower levels did the members really have a comprehensive perspective. They always had some blind spot, which in Levels 1 to 3 I eventually realized was due to their allegiance to the scarcity-based ideologies of their choice. Because allegiance to those ideologies fed them, in one way or another, they are going to be stuck in the gravity wells of those ideologies until somebody delivers FE devices to their homes. Their fears kept them from seeing the big picture, and they were firmly rooted there. The Level 4s do not have the level of ideological commitment that the earlier levels did, and would happily welcome somebody dropping a quadrillion dollar technology in their laps, as if that would help. That did not mean that they saw the big picture, however.

Levels 6, 7, and 9 wear potentially deadly blinders. They can also be phases that people can go through on the way to higher levels, but most people get stuck there. I eventually came to realize that fear is what kept them there, the fear that manifested in either denial or paranoia. Level 10 is generally in denial that people in the lower levels are rooted there due to their own fears, but that can take a lot of time to finally figure it out. It took several Level 10 efforts for me to finally see it.

Level 12 is going to have the best chance to see the big picture, and that can only be done if people can relinquish fear and put their hearts in charge, and having a love of the truth is probably the most important quality of a Level 12. They are not going to settle for easy answers. They will get out of their easy chairs and chase after the truth, and in this field, that will prove to be an adventure, even if an armchair adventure.

The choir members will have avoided getting stuck in those early levels (exploring them is OK, but getting stuck in them is a hazard that will disqualify a potential choir-member, and backsliders will be either helped out of that rut or asked to leave the choir, and choir disruptors will be forcibly ejected, and that will mean that I failed in my selection process), and are ready to at least try out Level 12. Again, to your question, by far the most important quality for the choir is where a person’s heart is, because that will not only prevent them from getting stuck in the lower levels, but it will be very difficult to be in the choir that I have in mind for selfish reasons. Being in the choir will not pay. There will be no obvious earthly reason for being in the choir (at least from the perspective of self-interest), so that will tend to weed out the self-servers. Also, the choir will be worldly enough so that they are not sidetracked. If the choir gets going, many opportunists will try to hijack it for their agendas, Godzilla will probably try to intervene if the choir becomes very successful, and that will likely mean infiltrating with silver-tongued devils like Mr. Texas, but because being the choir will not pay, it is going to be challenging to offer carrots and brandish sticks. And the first person who starts asking how the choir can make a living at singing will either be the choir’s weak link or Godzilla’s agent. If a person’s livelihood is not wrapped up in it, there is not much for Godzilla’s minions to work with, as far as their normal bag of tricks is concerned. Conspiracist and paranoid agendas will not be welcome, because they are victim-oriented and at cross purposes to the choir’s objective. The conspiratorial stuff will come up, but it will be acknowledged as simply part of the terrain, and I hope that the choir will come to realize that dark designs are impotent in the face of sufficient combined positive intention (Brian O’s term, which I heartily endorse). I am confident that a choir of several thousand that can hit the notes can catalyze FE. If it can’t, it certainly will not be wasted effort. The problem is finding the several thousand, and nearly all of them will need some kind of training.

With the heart in charge, what can the choir learn and do? That data gathering and processing will be important, but it will not be very involved in fringe science, because it does not have to be to get across my primary message: how the world runs on energy today and always has, and what the potential of harmless and abundant energy can be. Also, plenty of so-called fringe science in invalid, and can easily lead people astray, as they chase after the untested theories of the aspirants. The FE part of it will be taken on “faith,” but not too much. My journey is well documented, as was Brian O’s and so is Dennis’s. The Disclosure Project witnesses lend plenty of heft to the idea of the kinds of exotic technologies that are kept under wraps. The journeys of people such as Adam Trombly and Sparky Sweet provide poignant and tragic evidence of what happens to those who try to deliver the FE goods. The seizure of disruptive energy technology in the USA by using national security laws is not even disputable:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...one#post514878

And the USA is far from alone with such activities – the UK classifies patents at an even greater rate than the USA does. I know of no “good nation” that is a safe haven for FE development, although plenty of people have sought them out and even tried. For sincere seekers, there is plenty of meat around the reality of FE to sink one’s teeth into, short of somebody delivering an FE device to one’s home. They don’t have to take my word for it, but with my background, my testimony is not easily dismissed, and if people dug into my background, there is far more meat to it than is apparent in my public writings.

And as the choir develops its comprehensive perspective, which will necessarily acknowledge the central role that energy had always had on Earth, I think that some harmonies will become evident to the discerning ear. Again, it will likely not interest the general public much – it will be available to them, but chasing after the general public on this subject is a huge time-waster and even dangerous. The abundance song flies in the face of conditioning that they are not ready to relinquish. The people who I hope hear that emerging chorus will be those who have been searching for the truth, searching for a better way, and did not settle for something safe, easy, and of limited benefit, but are after something bigger and they are still looking. It does not get any bigger on this planet than FE. For some of those people, what comes from the choir will be a sound that they probably never heard before, but it will resonate deeply, and when they look closer, they may think that they finally found it. There will be plenty of breadth and depth in the sound. It will be something very different from the chants of cults or the slogans for mass consumption. It will be heart-centered, it will be high-minded, and the choir will sing with the voice of experience, at least enough so that the song becomes theirs, and not just words and notes in the hymnals. I don’t kid myself that that it will be easy to accomplish. It took a lifetime to get to where I stand today, and nothing about it was easy. I have suggested activities for developing a comprehensive perspective:

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

and some at Avalon have been doing their homework, but it is a long haul. Again, it is very possible that a lot of what I learned can’t be taught, because a person needs to go through the meat grinder to begin to understand, but I am taking the chance that the meat grinder is not necessary for gaining enough experience and understanding in order to be able to sing.

That is one way that it could go, Limor, but there are others that could also work. I am ready for divine surprise, and by that I mean divine, not sending me on some adventure that ends up in the meat grinder. I used up my lifetime allotment for those experiences. I am not willing to jump down Godzilla’s throat again, and I am not going to ask it of anybody else. If people want to play around the meat grinder, they can go see Dennis. I may not live to see what the choir can accomplish, but I think that one is needed, now more than ever.

Hi Sandy:

Happy 2013, you survivor of the end of the world…

In the Michael parlance (http://www.ahealedplanet.net/spirit.htm#michael ), your refusal to get dragged into your family dramas is what older souls do. Their relationships tend to be deeper, but less personal, as they are more interested in connecting with the soul. At least, that is what the teachings say.

Yes indeed, we have big challenges ahead of us, and seeing those sleeping around us can make the hill seem steeper, but if the end of scarcity comes, so will a lot of the highly dysfunctional behaviors that we see in people. It almost always comes down to economic privation, in one way or another. I just got done dealing a borderline personality issue. Borderline personality disorder generally manifests due to abuse or neglect, as the borderline is looking for somebody to take care of them, but they also screw over those taking care of them, with their theme being, “I hate you! Don’t leave me!” With the end of scarcity, abuse and neglect will become quite rare, instead of as common as it is today, and it is far worse in the poor nations.

We will see how it goes.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Not much time this morning, but back to 1988…

Again, I am hitting the “highlights” that skip over events, but then something comes up in the narrative to where I need to move backward a little to pick up another thread.

I had one of the strangest credit histories for somebody who went bankrupt. I left college with $3,400 in student loans, mostly racked up my last year of college when my college fund ran out, mostly due to playing the Wall Street ponies, and I did not play again until just the past few years, when I finally had a net worth again and interest rates are zero. Even when I starved with Dennis, I still kept the insurance up on my car and kept paying the student loans off, and by 1988, I had only about $300 left on my student loans, and that was my only debt. I also had an American Express card, and you have to pay that off every month, so it is not really much of a credit card. Being Dennis’s partner and operating on a shoestring like we did, I ended up “financing” the business by letting the company put charges on my card. In the spring of 1988, as I stopped coming into the office, I stopped writing the checks, and Dennis’s wife took that over. Also, Dennis hired a finance guy with my departure, and the first thing that he did was get credit from that videotape company that my college roomie ran. I had no idea that they did that, and if my roomie had asked me, I would have probably cautioned him against giving us credit, with the sheriff breathing down our neck.

When Dennis and his wife start their companies from scratch, the way they get capitalized is by putting off their creditors as long as possible. Being the guy writing the checks, that could be a very stressful place to be. I have had creditors storm into my office, demanding their money. Not fun. Anyway, about the same time that Dennis was getting the billion dollar offer to go away and I was asking him to take out my investors, his wife stopped paying off my American Express card. I started getting calls, demanding payment, and I would ask Dennis’s wife to pay off my credit card, but they were beginning to get desperate, and instead of paying off my card, the charges kept mounting. About the time Dennis was arrested, the charges were about $20K.

Then, Dennis’s wife was desperately trying to keep the doors open and get Dennis out of jail, and I could see where this was heading. When the dust finally settled, $27K had been charged to my credit card. I was getting the vicious calls that America’s indebted get, and I said that I would get a job and begin paying off the debt, but it would take time. The collection agencies have a playbook that consists of threatening the debtors. Only when the threats stop working might they start entering into some kind of payment plan. In my conversations with them, all they did was threaten me, and my offers to get a job and pay it back were met with, “We will force you into bankruptcy!” After a couple of those conversations, I said, “OK, you have convinced me. I will file for bankruptcy.” That conversation happened at the end of August, after that last glorious backpack of that summer.

The Ventura operation was long dead by that time, and I tried finding work, initially in Ventura. It is a long, ugly story that I don’t have time this morning to get into, but when we were wiped out, about forty people lost their jobs. Several of them stole everything that they could on the way out:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#steal1

and they were all owed one week of wages. Because we made regular headlines in the local paper (those stories were what my mother made that scrapbook from), our name was not exactly a good one in town, and I went to a local employment agency, and Ventura was not only the backwoods from the law enforcement perspective, but from the business perspective, too. I began my career working in the “Big Eight,” which were the largest and most prestigious accounting firms in the world:

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

The person who interviewed me at the Ventura agency had never even heard of the Big Eight, as she challenged my credentials, and just as she did, walking behind her was one of our ex-employees who now worked at that agency, who would not even acknowledge my existence, and probably thought that I deserved to be behind bars with Dennis. After that interview, I made the decision that was one of my life’s more ironic. I knew that the only way that I was going to find work that utilized my skills was to work in LA. I had left Southern California twice before, vowing that I would never go back, and there I was, looking for work in LA!

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post406935

I worked a series of temp jobs in the San Fernando Valley, paying my rent in arrears to my future wife and saving up enough money to file for bankruptcy. After I told the collection agency that I was taking their advice and filing for bankruptcy, they stopped calling me, except for a threatening call once a month, to see if I had filed yet. My college roomie’s company got stuck for that $20K, too, and I heard about it from him for the next few years, and he was also one of my investors.

Believe it or not, going bankrupt was the least of my worries in those days. When I finally landed a permanent job, at that medical lab (that the medical gangsters tried to wipe out soon after I got there http://www.ahealedplanet.net/medicine.htm#experience - ah, that voice in my head was giving me both barrels and then some), then one of my friends called to announce his betrayal, as he sold his stock behind my back, when a year earlier, I had begged him to sell his stock back to us for twice what he paid for it:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post578559

All of that financial mayhem was really way down on the list of issues then. The company was destroyed, and all I wanted to do was get Dennis out of jail, and it was increasingly looking like he was never going to live to see this side of the bars again. My mother’s scrapbook antics (which I did not hear about until years later, but when I did, it was no surprise) were also a minor nuisance. The hardest part for me was watching everybody around me turn into cowards and thieves, on their knees in Mr. Deputy’s office, begging for his mercy as he played King Rat, stealing everything that they could, and so on. And in the midst of all that horror and darkness, Mr. Professor stood out like a beacon in the night. He took in Dennis’s wife and children, and they lived there for the next two years. When we finally busted Dennis from jail, he lived there for the next year.

Time to run off to work. I doubt that I can bring all the dynamics together from those days in 1988 and early 1989, so that it is completely comprehensible in how it radicalized me, and I am not sure that I can entirely figure it out myself, but I will lay together several of the event streams, and let you imagine the synergistic effects that they had on me. Also, if you got ahold of Dennis’s books, you would see that I am not even telling the central part of the story, but because people live in fear in Ventura, all these years later, some more people will have to die before I can tell the whole story.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Soon after I got back from that August hike, one of the only national directors who supported Dennis when Mr. Texas made his play offered to help Dennis’s wife try to keep the national operation going in Tennessee. Mr. Professor was going to drive them, taking what was left of the company assets in a trailer behind his family van. From two pretty large buildings to a trailer behind a family van, that is how far and fast it fell, just two months after Dennis was arrested. They picked Labor Day weekend, but it turned out to be in the middle of a heat wave, and the Great American Desert is scorching that time of year anyway. They did not get more than hundred miles away or so before the van overheated and they had to limp back to Ventura. That Tennessee director also soon made his play, and it became obvious that his invitation to move the remaining operation to Tennessee was the kind of offer that spiders make to flies. The only national director who acquitted himself with honor was a black man from Ohio (and about the only black man in the entire operation, as I recall). He was not much help, but he sent Dennis “cheer up” letters when Dennis was in jail, and that was appreciated, but that was literally about the only help that Dennis got from his national network of hundreds of people. Very quickly, Mr. Professor and I were the only people helping. Virtually everybody else either fled, got on their knees in front of Mr. Deputy, to beg for his mercy or offer to help him out:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/theftdoc.jpg

stole everything that they could from us, or went to work with Mr. Texas. As I said before, Mr. Professor and I were not trying to be heroes, stepping forward; almost everybody else stepped back, leaving us all alone, facing the forces of darkness:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post601891

The Ventura experience made the Seattle disaster look like a tame warm-up. Because I saw how Seattle ended, I was not that shocked by what happened in Ventura, but as Eugene Sledge:

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

discovered in World War II, we are a benighted species. After Ventura, there was nothing that people did that could surprise me anymore. I got a good, up-close and personal view of my species, when it was time to stand up and be counted, and I no longer believed the “good people” indoctrination of my youth. Like Dennis, I eventually had my fifty moments of shock:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#shocked

and was no longer surprised. Anybody who has played at these levels comes to that moment of understanding:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/journey.htm#disgust

It just comes with the territory. One of Dennis’s salesmen, a bona fide Christian, testified on Dennis’s behalf in court to the physics behind the heat pump, when all the other expert witnesses fled, and Dennis had to fight with his own attorney to let the man testify. One woman from our company and her beau were also supportive, coming to a hearing, and he wrote a little ditty about Dennis. Another salesman was a former deputy himself, from a law enforcement family. He was there when the raid hit and was always supportive, and those little gestures were not forgotten, but there were literally only a handful of instances like that.

After Mr. Texas succeeded in destroying the Ventura operation, he then began sinking his dagger into all those who backed his play. While Bill the BPA Hit Man abandoned his duped to their fate after Dennis was removed from the scene:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/hitman.htm#bag

Mr. Texas sank his dagger in deeply and twisted it.

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#scoff

And as I have stated before, it is hard to tell who was who, as far as what their motivation was – although selfless motivation was almost non-existent. Ventura County has legendary corruption, but when they stole all of those documents from Mr. Researcher’s office in the raid:

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

it was undoubtedly for somebody in Godzilla’s food chain. But only a few deputies and others in the Ventura County legal system really had to be in on it, at some level of understanding of what the program was. I have no doubt that bribery money and other perks were passed around. When the CIA man made his billion dollar offer to Dennis, he was certainly offering Godzilla’s big carrot:

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

and I find it hard to believe that while they dangled the big carrot to us, first in Boston (http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#ten), that they were not also behind the big sticks, at least for some of the whacks that we got. Once the corrupt system gets ahold of you, where kill ratios are all that matter and the goons do not even care if you are innocent or guilty:

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

a lot of the evil inflicted is free-lance, just doing their sadistic jobs and taking delight in making people suffer. In Seattle, it was a similar situation, where the initial impetus came from the electric interests:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#naive

and Bill the BPA Hit Man was certainly a corporate hit man, and he eventually worked in some capacity for Godzilla, but in Seattle, maybe he was just protecting the local electric industry, and was “promoted” to a higher level after Seattle.

The grifters who stole the Seattle company may have been free-lance predators, and when my boss engineered the theft of the company on their behalf:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#salient1

he may have just been chasing an “opportunity,” an opportunity that he created with his own professional negligence. The fact that the grifters in Seattle and Mr. Texas were both Mormons is likely significant. Greer said that the most prominent Godzilla player in the oughties was the Mormon financial empire:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/journey.htm#mormon

Both the grifters and Mr. Texas may well have been contract agents for Godzilla, or they may have merely been opportunists. In the western USA, Mormonism is the religion of commerce. At least one relative became a Mormon because of the business opportunities that being a Mormon provided. The Seattle operation was soon filled with Mormons, and only one of them did not betray Dennis in the end, and I had to talk him out of not betraying Dennis. He tried to hold some of Dennis’s personal possessions and business records hostage, and I used my friendship with him to convince him to do the right thing, and that is one of the only successes like that that I ever had during my days with Dennis.

While several of the key players may well have been on the payroll, in one way or another, most of the dishonorable, greedy, and cowardly activities that I saw were just average people getting swept up in the magnitude of it all. Long before Seattle, when Dennis had his companies repeatedly stolen and he had his fifty moments of shock, people literally told him as they sank their daggers in that it was not personal, just business. That is America’s motto, just like the Mafia’s. Some of the dagger-wielders even admitted that Dennis could always rebuild, but this was the only opportunity that they would see in their lifetimes to make the big score, as they helped kill the Golden Goose, looking for those eggs. I have called that mentality mindless greed in my work:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#greed

It is that greed-blinded idiocy, that cowardice, that low level of integrity that does not have to be tested far at all before a person’s true colors come out, which is primarily responsible for why we do not have FE, not the antics of Godzilla and the lower level predators. Of all the slings and arrows that came Dennis’s way, not many came from Godzilla. That was perhaps the primary lesson that I learned during my days with Dennis.

But in the autumn of 1988, all of that was in the past, and some to come in the future. In the autumn of 1988, my focus was on helping Dennis get out of jail. The stream of lies that I heard come from Mr. Prosecutor’s mouth at the first bail hearing was my wake-up call regarding how it was going to go in the courtroom, and really, I may have to thank Ms. Prosecutor and Mr. Deputy in particular, as they brought me to my moment of radicalization in November.

But first, I was still trying to get some around me to do the right thing, and those were some of the most disheartening days of my life. Again, what my mother did was a minor nuisance, compared to what others around me were doing. I really had a hard time believing the cowardice, lies, thievery, suicidal naïveté, and low integrity that I was witnessing, coming from some whom I had known for most of my life.

Mr. Researcher saw the deputies ransack his office. He knew who the real criminals were, and there he was, on his knees in Mr. Deputy’s office, begging for mercy, saying every bad thing about Dennis that he could, while openly scoffing about my warnings about Mr. Texas:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#_edn36

And when Dennis’s lawyer tried to subpoena Mr. Researcher for the preliminary hearing, Mr. Researcher fled into hiding for months, and even called me from his hiding place once, bewailing his fate. All the expert witnesses had been chased off, and nearly everybody else turned on Dennis, and that left me as Dennis’s star witness. In the meantime, I was working those temp jobs in The Valley and getting my bankruptcy filing prepared. The prosecution tried to intimidate me before the preliminary hearing. I could have wallpapered my bedroom with all the subpoenas that they served me in those days. One day, I was pulling my car to my home after a long day in The Valley, and Mr. Sidekick was waiting for me at my house, and he handed me a subpoena as I emerged from my Pinto. Mr. Sidekick got a big promotion for doing the dirty work on the case of his career, just like Mr. Deputy and others did:

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

I worked in that basement of that security company, reconciling that garnishment account, for about a month, and I took the day off from that job to testify at the preliminary hearing. That month was a nightmare, and I clearly recall having such a hard time concentrating, as I went blind looking at so much microfiche, while my world was falling apart:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...che#post406935

But my day in court was the turning point of my life. Mr. Deputy took his mask off for me that day, letting me know in no uncertain terms that he knew exactly what he was doing, eagerly playing his part in the evil charade:

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

His childish antics were only part of the scene, however. The supporting cast - Ms. Prosecutor, Mr. Sidekick, Mr. Cub Reporter, and the judge - all played their parts well. I had walked into a Stalinist show trial, and my day on the witness stand might be my life’s most memorable. All of those events over the past couple years were only the preparation for my day on the witness stand. My future wife was in the audience, watching Mr. Deputy’s performance, and her reaction after I got off the stand was, “How unprofessional!” That was putting it mildly. Dennis’s wife told me that I was not alone in having Mr. Deputy act like an imbecile in front of me; his performance was repeated, to one degree or another, for every defense witness. I discovered what Kangaroo Court looks like, and it is not pretty.

The month after I testified was the worst month of my life, by far. Thoughts of murder ran through my head, involuntarily. It was like background noise, but the most horrific background noise that ever played in my mind. I had hit rock bottom. Just thinking those thoughts was the most soiled I ever felt.

It was in that month that Mr. Researcher called me from his hiding place; he was in hiding for months after the preliminary hearing was over. I had one friend who actively supported me in those days. He was a childhood friend, the younger brother of one of my closest friends when I was in high school. He had a kind of fascination at what I was living through, and in retrospect, it was like watching NASCAR for him, oohing and aahing over the fiery crashes. That did not become evident until later, but he called me in the middle of December, right in the middle of betrayals, getting my bankruptcy filing ready, and other joys. He called to get an update on what was happening, and he said that my voice nearly sounded like a whisper as I told him what was happening, and he blurted out, with what could almost be called enthusiasm, “I am sure glad that I am not you!” I did not feel badly when he said that, and silently agreed that nobody would want to be me just then. A week later, as I was filing for bankruptcy, I got another betrayal when that friend called to tell me that he had sold his stock behind my back, and now wanted me to pay off his low-integrity act, and I did so over the next year:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post578559

I instantly forgave him, but my wife was very unhappy with him, seeing what he did.

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post406935

In the meantime, Dennis was not exactly having fun in jail. Again, Mr. Deputy was put in charge of the jail mere weeks after arresting Dennis, and did not want Dennis to get too comfortable. At the jail, they starved the prisoners, probably related to a corrupt sweetheart deal with the food vendor, where money intended for feeding the prisoners went into some official’s pocket. Dennis fasted for his first month in jail (and lost about eighty pounds while in jail) and gave his meals to the biggest, meanest guys in his cellblock. Within a month, Dennis transformed his cellblock from a place of fear into a dormitory atmosphere:

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


For years after Dennis escaped jail, Mr. Professor received phone calls from Dennis’s former inmates, calling to let Dennis know that they were walking the straight and narrow path, calling to thank the man who changed their lives:

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

I am sorry if this seems like the ultimate story of good versus evil, but it happened. After Dennis transformed his cellblock into a dormitory atmosphere, Mr. Deputy had him moved to a new cellblock, which was a move of questionable legality, but Mr. Deputy ran the show and played King Rat with gusto. Of course, Dennis soon transformed that cell block into a dormitory atmosphere, too. If you are ever around jails and prisons, you find out that the guards are often scarier than the prisoners. Even “normal” people turn sadistic at alarmingly high rates when given power over people’s lives:

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

and it was no different at the Ventura County Jail, where Dennis regularly saw the guards get violent, such as throwing inmates down stairwells. Dennis, being the earnest Christian that he was, planned to throw a Christmas party for his inmates, and Mr. Deputy then had Dennis thrown into solitary confinement for a month for trying to throw the party:

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

I spoke to Dennis when he was in solitary, and he told me how peaceful solitary was, and how much work he could get done in solitary, as ministering to his inmates took a lot of his time. He wrote much of My Quest while in solitary confinement, and in that book he predicted that he would not live to see this side of the bars again.

I began that new job at the medical lab just before Christmas and right after I filed for bankruptcy, and my first steady, at market, paychecks since early 1986 began rolling in, and I began to pay for my friend’s betrayal of selling that stock. After that month of imagining murder (you don’t want a scientific genius thinking of ways to kill you ), I made the decision that I was going to do whatever it took to spring Dennis from jail. If I had to camp on a U.S. Senator’s doorstep, I would. A couple of weeks into January 1989, I met with Gary Wean, and Gary gave me the best advice that I could have received: nobody anywhere in American government would intercede in Ventura County’s evil activities where Dennis was concerned. They are all part of the same club. What was happening to Dennis happened every day in the USA. The system is evil, but the masses will never find out differently, as long as they keep punching the clock, gorging themselves with junk food, and staying riveted to the tube. America’s minorities, and our imperial victims around the world, harbor no illusions about the USA’s self-proclaimed benevolence. Only Americans are stupid enough to believe the propaganda, but as I later discovered, it is a willful stupidity.

When Gary gave me the news in January:

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

I rolled his advice around in my head for the next month, and examined the situation. Wiping out Dennis’s company, his astronomical bail, chasing off all the expert witnesses, and so on, was all part of an attempt to have Dennis hogtied and unable to defend himself. The prosecution played its hand in the preliminary hearing, and their strategy was portraying Dennis as a con man who had literally no viable technologies to sell. It was very educational to see how they prevented any of the test data on his heat pump from being introduced into court. They lied to a government-certified test lab, to try to scare them off:

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

and we will never know the breadth and depth of their evil activities. If Mr. Deputy ever reads this, his only reaction would probably be happiness that he inflicted so much evil and became rich in the process, and a little frustration that he was not able to really pull off the job properly, although he may have secretly enjoyed the fight that we gave him. Dark pathers do not think like the rest of us.

Once the preliminary hearing was over, Dennis’s attorney resigned from the case (the local “maverick” attorney with the reputation for taking on the legal system in Ventura, but as we discovered, it was largely an act, and he dutifully played his part in Kangaroo Court, probably bribed and/or threatened into acquiescence), and demanded big money to continue defending Dennis. After Dennis lost his attorney, he also lost his client-attorney privilege that allowed him to communicate with the outside world, without Mr. Deputy and friends reading everything. At that time, Dennis was literally smuggling out chapters of My Quest with departing inmates, and Mr. Professor’s home not only became the refuge of Dennis’s family for years, but it also became a halfway house for those departing inmates, and they were treated is evilly as Dennis was in ways by the Ventura County legal system – again it is well-known as one of the USA’s most corrupt, so while Dennis’s treatment was “special,” he was in good company.

After thinking about my options, I made the decision to sacrifice my life in the only way that I saw that I could help Dennis. I approached Mr. Professor and asked him to mortgage his house. I would borrow $50,000 from the proceeds, and with that money, we could get Dennis a lawyer again, but more importantly, we could then afford to fly in expert witnesses from out of the area to testify to the heat pump’s performance. If the heat pump’s performance was established in court, they were going to have a hard time putting Dennis away for life because he failed to file a form:

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

When I made that decision, I knew that I was sacrificing my life. Again, I did not want to be a hero, but there was nobody left to help. I knew that I would be spending the most economically productive years of my life digging out of that debt, and seeing the forces of darkness arrayed against us, it looked like sacrificing my life would be a futile gesture. But I had to do it. Dennis had far more confidence than I did about what my gesture would mean. When Mr. Professor visited Dennis in jail and told him that some mysterious benefactor was contributing $50K to Dennis’s defense fund, Dennis later said that that was God showing up, right on time, as usual. It was about the fourth time that Dennis saw me as the agent of divine intervention, but it did not feel too divine on my end. But my futile gesture incredibly worked. Within six weeks of my gesture, Dennis was out of jail. It still stands as the greatest instance of divine surprise that I ever saw. It was truly the darkest before the dawn, and somebody up there, maybe the voice, and maybe not, decided that my gesture was not going to be a futile one.

I have some chores to do, and I will make more posts this weekend. Even though Dennis was out of jail, which I knew meant that their life-in-prison plans would come to naught, it was far from over in Ventura, and I still had plenty of adventures ahead of me, but my heavy lifting for this lifetime was finished. I spent the next several years paying off Mr. Professor, and I only hoped that the checks that I wrote him were a hundred times larger. Mr. Professor was the true hero of what happened in Ventura, but it cost him his life:

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

which I will get to later.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

To back up a little, when I decided to mortgage my life, Dennis was not just sitting in his cell, waiting for rescue. He filed more than one hundred legal motions while in jail. In Kangaroo Court, they were all dismissed with a wave of the hand.

Once Dennis was released from solitary confinement, he quickly ended up running his cellblock, and when Easter came that spring, he did not get thrown into solitary for trying to throw a party, and he actually had an Easter egg hunt in his cellblock. Can you imagine that scene? I smile whenever I think of it. A few days later, when the judge released Dennis in his own recognizance – a pretty steep fall from Mr. Deputy’s million dollar bail – when Dennis arrived back at his cellblock and announced the news, the inmates hoisted him on their shoulders, as the jail guards looked on in stupefied amazement.

What happened, divine intervention ideas aside, was that the sheriff’s department and prosecution had seriously overplayed their hand, and even in Kangaroo Court, they can still take things too far. One of Dennis’s “victories,” was being allowed enough space in his cell to hold the evidence that the prosecution had submitted against him. The prosecution strenuously tried to prevent him from having ready access to the “evidence,” and when he was granted access, the man who really ran the jail (Mr. Deputy’s position was purely ceremonial, a carrot given him for an evil job well done) openly threatened Dennis after he won that motion:

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

After the preliminary hearing came and went, Dennis’s case was remanded to Superior Court and Dennis had one judge, not the several who had presided over the case so far.

The first thing that Mr. Professor did with my defense fund (he controlled it, and I was just the guy picking up the tab) was get Dennis an attorney, but for $5K, the lawyer had never actually practiced in a courtroom before, but at least Dennis now had private communication with the world, beyond Mr. Deputy’s watchful eyes, or so Dennis thought. The attorney-client privilege is one of the sacrosanct cornerstones of the legal profession, and correspondence between an inmate and his attorney is private, not subject to the jail and prosecution reading it. Mr. Deputy had a lot of blood on his hands in our case, hence his meteoric promotion and unprecedented award. The mail between Dennis and his attorneys was potentially a problem for Mr. Deputy, and he could not help himself, and they opened Dennis’s legal mail before it got to him.

When Dennis’s legal mail arrived opened, the judge told the jail that it had better not happen again.

Dennis’s bail was so astronomically outrageous that the judge expressed his dismay at its magnitude, and called for his own bail hearing:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#bail2

The tide that began to turn when Dennis got his own attorney suddenly became a flood. When the judge called for a bail hearing, Dennis saw his sliver of daylight and ran for it. Another perk of having his own attorney was that Dennis’s wife could be his legal runner, and spend some time with him in the jail. Mr. Deputy had threatened so many people that Dennis was making motions on all the prosecutorial misconduct, and he told his wife to assemble all the affidavits that she could amass on all the people that Mr. Deputy threatened. His wife said that she would send them in the next legal mail. Well, Mr. Deputy was listening, and they opened that package, too, after the judge had already told them not to do it again

I attended that bail hearing, and it was short, sweet, and one of the best days of my life, as the judge lowered Dennis’s bail to zero, with a $20K deposit put down in case Dennis was convicted of the fraud charges (which were quickly dropped after Dennis got out of jail and could defend himself):

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

and Mr. Deputy’s career-making case began to crumble. It almost got to be fun over the next year, but I will cover that in another post. In the meantime, I was working at my new job in LA, digging out of debt. I spent the next seven years digging out of the debt from my days with Dennis.

I have written about how I then got both barrels of the medical racket, and in this post, for the first time, I am going to refer to media accounts of how the medical gangsters tried to take out the company that I worked for. I summarize it here:

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

and here are the LA Times articles, and I will demonstrate more clearly how the racketeers work.

http://articles.latimes.com/keyword/...tic-laboratory

Pap smears have a large “false negative reading,” and a 20% false negative rate is normal:

http://articles.courant.com/1995-06-...r-rate-misread

and up to 45% has been reported:

http://ehealthmd.com/content/how-acc...-smear-results

http://blogs.webmd.com/womens-health...ar-result.html

http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/1....0.CO;2-L/full

In an unprecedented kind of investigation, with no standards set, our false negative rate, according to the investigators, was 21%:

http://articles.latimes.com/1989-05-...tic-laboratory

Or, in other words, we were typical. The lurid LA Times articles were actually the tame stuff.

The TV news on all LA stations intentionally scared every woman who ever had a pap reading done, warning about the “pap dungeon” that may have read their smears. It was incredibly irresponsible, even evil. Our pap lab was a tiny part of our business, but in the wake of the media onslaught, we lost 30% of our revenues in one month. That kind of dramatic drop can put companies out of business. I will always wonder if it had to do with the fact that it was the largest privately-owned lab in the USA and the owner was black.

The onslaught began while Dennis was still in jail:

http://articles.latimes.com/1989-03-..._pap-smear-lab

and the next several months at that lab saw careers end. A year after the onslaught began, I was the highest-ranking person in administration to survive the transition to being taken over by a large corporation.

With what I had just survived with Dennis, that mayhem at the lab seemed to have a pastoral calm with me. The goons were not breaking doors down, throwing people in jail, and threatening witnesses, so it was small stuff for me, but certainly not for all of those people there who lost their jobs and careers. But it was educational to witness another example of the gangsters at work.

Just before the media onslaught began against the lab, an article on Dennis came out in the Ventura County edition of the LA Times. It was the headline story for the county section of the paper, and it was about two full folded out pages (or four full pages), and took nearly an hour to read. When I finished reading it, I was done reading what the media had to say about Dennis; I finally realized that they can just make it up as they go. I have mentioned how the local paper slammed us:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post400492

but all the lying articles in the local paper were tame compared to the hatchet job that the LA Times did. It was criminally libelous, but the powerful media can simply make it up as they go. When I began my media studies the next year, when I moved to Ohio:

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

I had many “aha” moments, as I saw, over and over, what a lying sack the media is.

Time for bed.

Best,

Wade

[sandy]

Hi Wade,

Just wanted to say that it has to be hard a times wading through these personal memories as the emotional residue can add up and become a pile before one knows it. Be kind to you and take breaks please as your heart needs refurbishing too or at least mine sure does in resonating with your journey.

You share so matter of fact events that would send many over the deep end, never to return!! Acceptance of all that is and has been is a value and virtue you have learned the hard way and through forgiveness not only of others but also first and foremost for yourself. To have a life filled with many demonstrations of your personal integrity is not a life ruined but a life worthy of wonders and miracles...........of which you have experienced and witnessed and in my opinion there are more to come.

Words cannot express my appreciation for your heart energy and what it means to me and our planet, but I will say them just the same >>>THANK YOU AND THE UNIVERSE FOR BEING

[Wade Frazier]

Sandy, my darling, your posts are always appreciated. Yes, this is a bit of heavy lifting, but this is also part of the price of being a public figure and living through something that if made into a Hollywood screenplay would be rejected as too fantastic, some bizarre combination of Raiders of the Lost Ark, Star Wars, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, and some other tall tales. What makes this hard is that the story (and I am leaving out plenty of the more fantastic parts of it) is so much larger than life that people have a problem accepting them as real events, and with my point being what I learned from my adventures, and people tend to not treat them as real events, how can we learn from fantasy?

What began this little rehashing of my adventures is the question of why I don’t really pay attention to the inventor of the hour as he tries to scale the ramparts with his gizmo under his arm. The purpose of these sidetracking posts is what I learned and how I learned it, and also showing the evolution of my awareness, to show how I got to where I am today. Unfortunately, much of what I learned probably will not really sink in with people until they have had some experiences with this stuff, and partly why I am doing this is so those that did not get in the FE trenches can recognize parts of my journey as events that they also lived through to some degree, so that my journey becomes more real to them. Not so that they necessarily take my word for anything, but so that they can compare their learning experiences with mine, and begin to figure this stuff out. Getting to Level 12 is no easy task. When I hear inventor-of-the-hour tales, those hail from Level 6 or Level 7, which are early-stage perspectives.

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

Since the batting average from those levels is zero for 50,000-100,000 so far, I hope that people can begin to understand why that approach holds no interest for me, and coming posts will make it clearer why I think that way.

A big reason why I am doing this is that during my days with Dennis the Internet did not exist. We were largely ignorant of the many FE inventors and activists who had gone before us. There really was not much literature on the subject, and we walked down paths that others had trod before, but had no idea of how the land lied. We began to figure it out when we took center stage, and our Ventura operation in particular became a kind of Mecca for alternative energy folks, at least until we were wiped out. In ways, I wish that we had better preparation before we sallied forth. In ways, I am trying to warn the newbie goats of what is in the lion’s den:

http://classiclit.about.com/library/...opfab-1.htm#39

http://www.serendipity.li/fe/minefields.htm

But in others, nobody had ever tried what Dennis had in Seattle before, so it was blazing new trails, although the gangster nature of capitalism is well documented over the centuries. The indoctrination system, however, purveys highly doctored versions of the events, making mass murdering thieves such as Christopher Columbus and George Washington into national heroes:

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

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

Again, my big surprise was really not that Godzilla is alive and vigilant, but how the people going after FE are their own worst enemies, and their “allies” actually do most of Godzilla’s work for him, and somebody like Dennis only became interesting to Godzilla after he spent years being chewed on by the lower-level predators and being betrayed by his “allies.”

I am not yet through with the Ventura episodes yet, but the hardest part of reliving my memories is finished. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when Dennis walked out of jail, and I knew then that my heroics were no longer needed, and I might as well insert some events right after he escaped jail. Even though he was released on his own recognizance, it was a kind of house arrest. He could not leave the city of Ventura, and he had to sign in at the jail every day, and for the next year, Dennis did. Mr. Professor only lived a couple of miles from the jail, and his office was right next to it. The only time that he was allowed to leave Ventura in more than a year, Bill the BPA Hit Man came running to ruin what Dennis was doing:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/hitman.htm#global

I met Dennis at Mr. Professor’s home the day he got out of jail, on April Fools’ Day, as fate would have it. Dennis showed off his eighty-pound weight loss, and he was as enthusiastic as ever, going right back at making FE happen. You really have to see that attitude to believe it. When I borrowed the money from Mr. Professor for Dennis’s defense fund, I wanted to keep it quiet where the money came from, as the Ventura County gangsters could take vengeance on the people who raised the money (or their families, which they actually did before long, and I have been asked to not reveal the vengeance they inflicted, but somebody went to prison soon after Dennis was released from jail, and the family believes it was vengeance by Ventura County for standing up to them). We did not even tell Dennis or his family where the money came from. But after Dennis got out and was trying to rebuild the effort, somewhere along the line he inquired to Mr. Professor if the mysterious benefactor might be willing to help more, and Mr. Professor told him that I was the mysterious benefactor.

People began to creep out of the woodwork when Dennis got out of jail, people who were hiding, staying far away from us, etc. One of Dennis’s salesmen who disappeared after Dennis was arrested came over to Mr. Professor’s house when I was there to see Dennis that night.

Dennis wrote in his The Alternative why he thought I did it, but he and I talked about it in early 1997, and I told him that I did not know why I did it, if I had to come up with one reason why. We were pursuing FE and heaven on Earth, for starters. I know of no more noble task than that. This snuff job was also happening in my home town, although I never wanted the venture to go there. People around me acted naively, cowardly, dishonorably, and even criminally, leaving Mr. Professor and me as Dennis’s only two active supporters in the area. Part of me was ashamed by the behavior of many around me, and in some way, I may have been sticking up for my home town; we were not all despicable human beings and cardboard people. I lived with Dennis and his family for a year, and our relationship is closer than family, and in fact is closer in important ways than any of my family relationships. Mr. Professor and I became “uncles” to Dennis’s children.

Did I rescue Dennis from a sense of justice? Was it my love for Dennis? Was it my shame over how others around me had failed him? Was it the saintly and inspiring actions of Mr. Professor? Was it my feeling of responsibility? Was it my shame that it was happening in my home town? Was it to keep the heaven on Earth project alive? I think that it was some combination of all of those. What it wasn’t was me wanting to be a hero, and it was not because of any hatred for the Ventura County gangsters and whoever put them up to it. My fleeting delusions of grandeur in Boston were beaten out of me long before the Ventura nightmare. Once I decided to sacrifice my life, I put aside those unbidden thoughts of murder, etc. Believe it or not, I harbor no ill feelings toward Mr. Deputy. Once I realized that he was a highly accomplished dark pather, I even developed a sense of respect for him. Being evil is hard work:

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

At least he was committed to something other than comfort and temporarily sating his addictions. That does not mean that I will invite him to my home or have lunch with him – you can never turn your back on dark pathers, and I don’t want to do that dance with him, but he is on his own divine path, although when he passes from this plane, he will likely be Max’s neighbor:

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

While it sure does not seem that way while we are here, the Creator’s justice is perfect. Nobody really gets away with anything. Dennis let his animosity toward Mr. Deputy go, too, if not while in jail, then soon after getting out. We could not keep going if we nurtured our resentments to those who wronged us. Maybe they were helping to balance our karma (maybe getting the last of mine resolved for helping to melt down Atlantis), or maybe anybody who tries to change the world has to go through the fires of purification first.

In fact, if I had been harboring thoughts of being a hero or getting vengeance, I don’t think that I would have mortgaged my life. It had to be an act of love, and it was, although it was a teary scene when Mr. Professor and his wife told me that they would allow me to borrow the money for Dennis’s defense. The love is what made the sacrifice relatively painless. I have never regretted my decision, even though it meant that I would not have children, would not own my home and other dynamics that people from my socio-economic stratum take for granted. Going through what I did made me a better person and opened my eyes like nothing else could have. Dennis told me that being behind bars and enjoying Mr. Deputy’s peculiar form of hospitality made him a better person, but Dennis also is the world’s greatest lemonade maker.

On this subject, I received a PM this morning that synchronistically aligned with this theme, and I am reproducing part of it below.

“Yes, I think that the choir member has to have experience of the notes, at least some of them. This is where personal experience comes in, but getting personal experience the way that I did is life-threatening, and if all choir members had to go through that meat grinder to learn the notes, then the choir would not get larger than around ten people. That is not enough of us. I am seeing people hitting many of the notes that I am looking for at Avalon, and they did not go through the FE meat grinder, but had their own worthy journeys where they were able to recognize pieces of my journey and relate it to theirs. This is really my strategy, helping people who have heard what notes they have on their journeys, and see where mine fall into their framework. My experiences will stretch their framework, and that is OK, and I am trying to get them to stretch it in a way that does not rely on faith, but builds on their own experiences, while seeing that many of them are like mine, and I just traveled a little ahead of them on the FE and abundance path. This is not an easy trick, but I am trying it out. Maybe I will fail, but posts like Ilie makes, or PMs like yours, tell me that what I am shooting for is not that outlandish. It is still a long-shot, if we are going to be “reasonable” about it, but I am used to playing the long-shot game, and sometimes you win one. And I still am not sure what that voice in my head had in mind, but I think that it answered my prayers for helping heaven on Earth manifest, but it was not going to be easy. In one way, it was probably leading me into the meat grinder, while throwing me life-preservers at times, so that I could survive and learn what I have. That is a guess on my part, but I feel a great responsibility to tell what I learned, so that it can help.”

I have chores to do and have to go into the office before long, so I may be done posting for this weekend, but we will see how it goes. What is up ahead is the rest of the Ventura experience, what I learned between my stints with Dennis:

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

and what I learned during my second stint with Dennis and why it did not work out and why I lost interest in the kinds of Level 10 efforts that Dennis is still pursuing, at nearly seventy years of age. My stint at NEM with Brian beat the last Level 10 notions out of me:

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

During those years, I came to discover that FE has been around for longer than I have been alive:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/camelot.htm#underground

I ended up trading FE war stories with fellow travelers, and hearing others, and it began to become very clear why we were treated like we were. We were blithely walking into the biggest issue on Earth today, and the one that scares Godzilla the most and the one that he manages most closely. I came to find out that we gave Godzilla some very interesting days in the office, and my act of heroism gave both the Black Hats and White Hats some things to think about. The billion dollar offer to Dennis was a big one, but in the scheme of things, it was not really a big deal for Godzilla to dangle a carrot like that:

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

Again, I am not at liberty to disclose names and dates for some of those events, and in some cases, I have purposely avoided knowing names and dates. For instance, I know people who can rattle off the names of those responsible for Brian’s life-threatening encounter:

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

but when Brian told me, or when others have repeated the names, I have made it a point to not recall them. Those people are still around, but I will avoid doing things that will induce them to make me the offer that I can’t refuse (such as holding an FE conference – that is really asking for it; that is when Godzilla’s minions and the other predators show up in force, as well as all manner of parasite). And when my friend told me about the underground show that he received from the White Hats, I have purposely tried to know as little about the event as I can, such as when it happened, where it happened, and what all was shown off, other than FE and anti-gravity. My friend does not even know who gave him the show. It really is not important to know that stuff, and knowing it can lead to dire consequences, for myself and others, such as the so-called White Hats.

Off to chores and work now.

Best,

Wade

[Melinda]

...and many good wishes to its readers too...

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Melinda:

I laughed when I saw the birthday greeting. I had not thought anything about it. January 6th was my mother’s birthday, too. Two years, 1300 posts for me, and nearly 300K views – that is a bit of territory that has been covered. This has been a while, and is really the first good forum experience that I have had since the 1990s. I met a number of my cyberbuds today through a catastrophism forum in the late 1990s, and have been finding my first new cyberbuds in ten years (since I stopped interacting with the general public) at Avalon.

Back to Ventura. When I mortgaged my life for Dennis’s defense fund, I also began the research that never ended, resulting in what I do today. Some of the expert witnesses that I had in mind were going to need to be briefed in what we were doing, so I began diving into the stacks at the UCLA and UC Santa Barbara libraries, finding patents, riffling through the Congressional Record, digging up old science and technology magazines. I eventually looked up the rocket scientist who championed Mr. Mentor’s engine:

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

In fact, I recently came upon a newspaper clipping about Mr. Mentor’s engine, when it was making waves. Maybe one day I will reproduce it.

When Dennis was in jail and his first lawyer quit, Dennis’s wife reached out to the Constitutionalist community and others who might help. That is when she met Gary Wean:

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

Some of the big names were contacted, such as Melvin Belli (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melvin_Belli). The big names wanted around $250K for starters, as a retainer. The Constitutionalist community had a short list of attorneys who specialized in taking on the USA’s government, and the lawyer at the top of that list was Mr. Big Time Attorney:

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

The year before, he had given the IRS a black eye in the USA’s Supreme Court. But while Dennis was hogtied in jail, and my legal fund was more directed at bringing in witnesses, attorneys such as Mr. Big Time Attorney were out of reach. In those six weeks between the time that I mortgaged my life and Dennis was released, that newbie attorney was at the hearings. With all of Dennis’s attorneys, Dennis, his wife, and I did all the preparation (my research was eventually used in court by Mr. Big Time Attorney). The lawyers really did not prepare much, and at times were reading cue cards that Dennis and his wife provided them. But the lawyers stood in front of the judge and had to deal with Ms. Prosecutor. After a couple of hearings, the newbie attorney expressed his shock to Dennis at how Ms. Prosecutor had lied to him. He was shocked that a fellow attorney would lie to him. Dennis told him something like, “Welcome to the Ventura County legal system!”

Ms. Prosecutor was literally trained at a one-building legal mill in town, and she acted highly unprofessionally throughout the hearings.

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#_edn38

Some of her statements were truly hard to believe, as if some adolescent had said them:

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

Her reward for participating in Dennis’s case was being promoted to judge:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#_edn50

Again, when Dennis got out of jail, I knew that he would be able to defend himself. What he accomplished while they had him hogtied in jail was incredible, and I knew what he could do in the “free world,” so I did not worry about him after he got out of jail. Dennis, however, did not see it that way, and felt that they were breathing down his neck, and that he needed to act decisively and quickly before he ended up back in jail.

As fate would have it, Mr. Big Time Attorney had just moved to California, to San Diego. In typical I-am-moving-to-California fashion, he had dreams of writing screenplays for Hollywood. I knew plenty of people with those dreams in my LA Days, some of whom did eventually sell screenplays and books, but I would not recommend that anybody try that route unless they devote the kind of effort that I have to my work. There is nothing easy about breaking into Hollywood.

But Mr. Big Time Attorney was now living in California, planning on practicing there (he still lives in San Diego today), and Dennis got permission from the judge to leave Ventura for San Diego for a day to try to recruit Mr. Big Time Attorney. For starters, Dennis is by far the best salesmen that I have ever seen or heard of. As Mr. Engineer once said, Dennis could sell ice cubes to Eskimos. You really have to see Dennis in action to believe it. Not only is Dennis incredibly persuasive, but we were pursing the biggest event in human history, and the documented criminal acts engaged in by the prosecution were legion. Those affidavits of threats made by Mr. Deputy, the allegations in our civil rights lawsuits, the witnesses who saw the deputies photographing the blueprints, it was all right down Mr. Big Time Attorney’s alley. He later told me that what initially attracted him to the case was the million dollar bail. It was astronomical and outrageous for a man whose crime was not filing a form. As he began to look at the evidence that Dennis presented, some of the prosecution’s crimes, documented by the prosecutors themselves:

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

were identical to the crimes committed by the IRS agents, and Mr. Big Time Attorney wrecked the careers of those IRS agents. Mr. Big Time Attorney took Dennis’s case, more for prosecuting the Ventura County legal goons than getting Dennis off the hook, which he figured was a foregone conclusion. Mr. Big Time Attorney specialized in defending tax protestors, and he usually had clients who would normally have been found guilty, but he searched for some shred of evidence that could induce reasonable doubt with the jury, and thereby get his clients off. With Dennis’s case, the longer he was on the case, the more he saw that the prosecution did not have a case at all, other than Dennis failing to file a form. That, combined with the many criminal acts engaged in by the prosecution, as well as their highly unprofessional, legal-hillbilly gutter moves, inspired him to file a lawsuit against them in federal court. Before it was over, Mr. Big Time Attorney got the education of his career when he discovered that whoever was behind screwing Dennis was far more powerful than the IRS. But that realization would not come until later.

He took Dennis’s case for a nominal retainer, only $10K, which was coincidentally all that was left of my initial legal fund. Mr. Professor paid Dennis’s restitution deposit out of my legal fund, and was still trying to keep the embers of the business alive, which I no longer cared about. I told Mr. Professor that I was only going to repay him for funds spent to defend Dennis, not keep the business alive. I did not have to pay the entire $50K back to Mr. Professor because of what the legal fund was spent on, but I paid back most of it, and again, I wished that I could have paid him back a hundred times what he loaned me.

So, in that spring of 1989, Dennis had his third attorney defend him. Ms. Prosecutor, from the one-building backwoods law school, actually made fun of Mr. Big Time Attorney in his first appearance in court:

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

and when it became evident to the pea-sized brains that she and her cohorts were blessed with, that they were dealing with somebody from the Big Leagues, they criminally tried to get Mr. Big Time Attorney disbarred before he even got his license:

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

It was the first of many gutter moves made by Ms. Prosecutor and friends, and they kept acting so despicably that, on his own initiative, Mr. Big Time Attorney filed a lawsuit against them in federal court:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#gutter1

Little did he know that the ninth circuit of the federal court system (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_..._Ninth_Circuit) is the USA’s most corrupt, with literal gangsters sitting on the bench:

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

He almost got disbarred for daring to file the lawsuit, but that again comes later.

Time to run off to work.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

When Dennis was jail, he was not only the model inmate, but he turned his cellblocks from places of fear into dormitory atmospheres. Moving him around and putting him in solitary confinement were tactics engaged in by Mr. Deputy and his minions to make Dennis’s life miserable, trying to break his spirit for trial. When Dennis began to win those motions after I got him an attorney again, suddenly the deputies were writing Dennis up for an infraction every day, trying to make him seem like a troublesome prisoner, to use against any bail appeals that Dennis might make. Dennis had eight bail appeals before the judge called for that last one that saw him released. The probation department wrote briefs in response to some of those appeals. The probation department and the public defender’s office both worked for the DA. The accused literally had no advocates in Ventura County’s legal system – all arms worked for the prosecution, and all the prosecution cared about was getting convictions:

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

Several years before I hit Ventura, a situation came up where the rights of the accused were being trampled by the Ventura County legal system, and the DA himself made a memorable quote that made the local paper, to the effect of, “If the accused had not done something wrong, they would not be getting prosecuted.” I grew up next door to the DA’s secretary, and he was a goon, and his statement reflected the kind of hanging-judge “justice” that the Ventura County legal system dished out to its victims.

The probation department’s reports done for Dennis’s bail hearings were as wildly unbalanced as everything else the county legal system was inflicting on Dennis. I am reminded of that famous quote by Marlon Brando in Dry White Season, where he said that the law and justice were distant cousins, but in South Africa, they were not even on speaking terms.

But when Dennis got out of jail and Mr. Big Time Attorney got involved, the farcical fraud charges were all quickly dismissed. The so-called victims paraded by the prosecution at the preliminary hearing comprised the most curious set of “victims” that I ever saw:

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

As in Seattle, there were never any complaining “victims,” but that did not stop the racketeers from “protecting” the public by wiping out Dennis’s companies.

Again, if there really was such a thing as justice in Ventura County, the deputies would have all been thrown in jail the day after the raid, when their felonious acts were discovered:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#raid

But when the police and the courts are the gangsters, probably bribed relatively cheaply by Godzilla’s minions, so it goes. Gary Wean knew that the judges and other “pillars of the community” in Ventura County ran the drug trade there:

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

I already knew some of that independently, and before it was over, nothing in Gary’s book shocked me. As Dennis once told me, if 10% of Gary’s book was accurate, Ventura County is one dark and evil place. The judges had one of their drug runners and hit men get caught in the John DeLorean sting operation:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_De...rest_and_trial

and they made the guy duck testifying at the trial, but he still got ten years and died in a plane accident that was likely not accidental, as he specialized in sabotaging planes to make them crash and remove inconvenient people from the scene:

http://www.mojaveairport.com/news/ar...ave_hanger.htm

So he was probably removed by the “tools of the trade.”

Here are a couple of other sidelights. That rocket scientist who became the greatest champion of Mr. Mentor’s engine:

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

likely solved this problem with the Titan II rockets:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rocket_..._instabilities

but the way it works in real life is that the man really did not get any public recognition for solving that problem. Those oscillations that blew up those early rockets were that “flicker flame” theory that he developed.

As I have been writing these memory posts, I have been doing a little Googling, and it can be amazing where people ended up. For instance, that attorney for whom I built a “for show” bookshelf:

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

is now a retired judge, but not in Ventura County. Seeing the legal system from inside it and up close is like getting a tour of a sausage factory via the backdoor.

Again, these tales are not just me playing raconteur, but my point is what I learned from witnessing and surviving all of those events.

The tide began to turn when Mr. Big Time Attorney took the case, but it was a long, slow process, with the prosecution trying gutter maneuvers all the time. After several hearings, Mr. Big Time Attorney began reciting all the instances of prosecutorial misconduct that he had evidence of, and the judge then called for a prosecutorial misconduct hearing. I don’t know how many of those have been heard in the history of Ventura County, but there can’t have been many:

http://articles.latimes.com/2007/jul...me-prosecute12

That was rich, quoting a Ventura County prosecutor downplaying the prosecutorial misconduct issue.

Mr. Deputy was suddenly ”sick” for months, unable to take the hot seat regarding all the threats that he made to people. In open court, Mr. Big Time Attorney questioned the legitimacy of Mr. Deputy’s “illness,” and privately stated that he knew that Mr. Deputy was ducking the hearings as a strategic survival move. He actually had somebody go to Mr. Deputy’s home, and Mr. Deputy seemed fine. It was almost fun for a while.

More later. Time for bed.

Best,

Wade