WADE FRAZIER : A Healed Planet

[Wade Frazier]

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Our tools made us. Stone and other tools led to the runaway growth in brains of bipedal apes. The toolset of Homo erectus enabled it to become an apex predator, and the control of fire was a watershed moment in the human journey, which Charles Darwin said was humanity’s greatest achievement, along with the development of language.

All early tools were about acquiring food (or protecting it). Women also became a coveted asset, so stealing women from neighboring societies was common in the human journey until the Industrial Revolution (as was infanticide; the rise of machines ended slavery), or men in the same society would kill each other over women. I even know somebody who became a mail-order bride when the Soviet Union collapsed, and I know several men who left the USA to bring back women.

Each Epoch of the human journey was founded on its energy practices, and each new Epoch was unimaginable to those who lived before the new one arrived. Europe’s conquest of the world likely led to the rise of global elites as well as capitalism, which is a greed-based ideology, in which profits are everything.

While technological advances seem to have exploded in the past century, I still drive a gasoline-powered vehicle, as my grandfathers did a century ago. There is a reason for that. As Steven Greer noted in his The Lost Century movie, humanity has not needed fossil fuels for a century, but history’s greatest act of organized suppression has been brought to bear on the situation. At least $1 trillion has been spent on that effort. I lived through nearly all of the tactics of organized suppression that Greer listed. Last year, I made a video on how organized suppression works, but this will only describe the technologies that I am aware of, mainly through those in my circles. Some I have seen with my own eyes.

I grew up in an inventor’s workshop and even helped build some of his contraptions. He invented the original circuit that charges batteries without overcharging them, which every smart phone in the world uses today. That circuit was stolen by a government contractor who became the electronics design man of the year by stealing my mentor’s circuit. But the engine that he invented one day, in an instant, was the one that made the news with his name attached. A rocket scientist became that engine’s greatest champion, and I think that I heard of the fate of the company that stole that engine: a bigger predator devoured them.

Before I met Dennis Lee, my mentor was building a vapor-injection carburetor, before he discovered that Detroit’s auto companies knew all about them, and he wisely ceased his efforts. I saw his prototype. I later heard Ron Waugh tell quite a story about a vapor-injection carburetor and how Detroit and the oil companies suppressed it. A decade later, Dennis made his run at vapor-injection carburetors, and I was invited to the White House. Dennis was soon banned from the energy industry in the USA, and I saw several of his prototypes, including a free-energy prototype.

When I went to work for Dennis in 1986, I did not know that I was coming in on the tail-end of the greatest attempt ever made to bring alternative energy to the American marketplace, as Dennis put the world’s best heating system on people’s homes for free. I got into some of the technicalities of that heating system last year, to explain why it is still the world’s best heating system, although it has been wiped out in North America. It was a heat pump with a huge evaporator (the part that takes heat from the environment), and it delivered twice the pressures, at 100 degrees Fahrenheit hotter, at twice the heat output per pump input, so that it got two-to-three times the efficiency of standard heat pumps. His heat pump was not a spectacular sight. The spectacular part was when customers saw their energy bills decline by 70%-to-85% for heating. I moved Bob Van Der Maas’s equipment and prototypes into a barn just before the Seattle company was stolen.

In my home town of Ventura, we began making a prototype of my mentor’s engine, to marry with Dennis’s heat pump panels, to go after free energy. I saw the beginning of making his pressure intensifier, not long before we were raided. We also made a prototype of Victor Fischer’s engine before Dennis was arrested and our company was stolen.

During my first stint with Dennis, that was really all that I saw or was aware of, but that soon began to change. Soon before I left my home town in 1990, and I have not returned, a close friend told me about his visit with Sparky Sweet. My friend was a technical wizard and expert in electricity, and Sparky’s free-energy device blew him away. I’ll ever forget the awe in his voice as he described watching it work as ice formed on it. The next year, I met Brian O’Leary, who identified Sparky for me.

Not long after that, another close friend was kidnapped and given an underground technology show by what I later learned was a dissident faction of the global elite. In the accompanying video, I get into some details of that demonstration. Several years later, I saw Greer’s Disclosure Project witnesses describe what my friend saw, which gave Greer’s efforts credibility with me. Several years after my friend’s show, I told Brian about it and he was not even surprised, responding with, “So, he got a show from the spooks.” Brian was more interested in my close relative who was a CIA contract agent who worked for Henry Kissinger.

On the same day that I had my epic note-trading session with Brian, I met Mark Comings, and soon heard him tell of his adventures. He invented a free-energy prototype, which was beginning of his crazy ride.

A few years later, I watched UFOs fly over James Gilliland’s ranch, and whatever they were in the sky, they seemed to interact with James’s and my minds. I watched James tell of his efforts with a free energy inventor, whose device seemed like Sparky’s, as it got cold when it ran. Of course, the spooks came running, people died, and James wisely ceased his free-energy effort. I heard a lot about Adam Trombly’s adventures in those days, and a lot of it I cannot disclose publicly, but Adam found his deceased father’s diary, in which he discussed his efforts in reverse-engineering captured ET tech for the American government.

Not long after hearing about Trombly, I heard about a UFO encounter at the International Space Station (“ISS”) via an astronaut who was there when it happened, as a craft parked next to the ISS for two days and blocked the astronauts’ egress from the ISS. I watched Yull Brown perform his transmutation demonstration.

I have heard other wild scuttlebutt from reliable sources, but I am keeping this account to what I saw or people close to me saw. One of Brian’s pals was David Yurth, and he had me review Yurth’s manuscript for this book. I thought that Yurth was too wrapped up in inventors and his conflict-oriented approach, but he wrote in that book about witnessing many amazing technologies and materials that Soviet scientists brought to the West when the Soviet Union collapsed, and I doubt that any of them ever made it to market, but took their place with the other sequestered technologies, like that final scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

I have been around other technologies and prototypes, but those related in this post are the most noteworthy. If the technologies that I am aware of were available for public use, the world would end as we know it, and they would usher in a new Epoch that would look something like Star Trek. Scarcity and fear would cease to be humanity’s organizing principles, and abundance and love would reign. That exotic tech is real.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

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This will end my video series on the medical racket for now. I provided an overview and sketched the history of Western medicine and the degenerative-disease and infectious-disease rackets that are arms of the medical racket. There is no credible evidence that bypass surgery and statins increase life expectancies, that attack-the-tumor cancer treatments do, that vaccines ever conquered any diseases, and there is a frightening correlation between the huge increase in childhood vaccines, once Big Pharma was shielded from liability, and skyrocketing chronic conditions in American children. Skyrocketing autism can likely also be laid at vaccination’s door.

The medical racket is one of several that control the world economy. Millions of people began to awaken to the extent of the medical racket during the COVID-19 pandemic. I have not even tried to collect the stories or even inquire about them, but I hear tales regularly of people who were sickened and crippled by the COVID vaccines, and it likely killed my college roommate. A 2023 survey of Americans showed that a quarter of Americans think that they know somebody who was killed by the COVID vaccine, for more than one million deaths. The CDC could not find one previously healthy American child who died of COVID, but it is finally beginning to come out that the COVID vaccine killed American children.

To be sure, there have been victories. The book that was banned in the USA for being contrary to medical dogma has its advice as the first line of orthodox defense today, which I was surprised that I lived to see, and maybe I’ll live to see that an industrial waste will no longer be added to my water supply as compulsory “medicine.”

But for every small victory and awakening by some, the propaganda barrage is unyielding and Americans are in the midst of an unfolding catastrophe with weight-loss drugs. Other than Pacific Islanders, Americans are the fattest humans on Earth. The history of Big Pharma is full of such scandals, as Pharma companies regularly pay billions of dollars in criminal fines for injured and killed patients. The practice is so common that it has been called Big Pharma’s business model: the fines are only a cost of doing their deadly business. Americans have by far the highest medical bills on Earth and the lowest life expectancy of any industrialized nation. What is wrong with that picture?

The only answers are to eliminate processed food from people’s diets, which is what causes metabolic disease, which leads to degenerative disease, and to stop pincushioning people with vaccines and cease virtually all medical interventions. Providing whole food for everybody could likely be done, but not easily in today’s world because most of humanity lives in temperate climates that have seasons, so there is not a year-round harvest, especially of fruits and vegetables. The only effective solution is likely to be the arrival of Fifth Epoch, in which crops can be raised in indoor environments, anywhere in our solar system. Then and only then will all humans have ready access to whole, fresh food and end their addictions to processed food.

The arrival of the Fifth Epoch will also end scarcity and the world as we know it. All rackets will naturally collapse, and that is the only way that I see that any of the global rackets will be defeated, as they will all quickly become obsolete, this grim chapter of the human journey will end, and nobody will miss it. Everybody will live to be at least 100 and will be healthy the entire way, with virtually no medical interventions.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

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I made a post on the beginning of my days of study, of the media, thermodynamics, the CIA, alternative medicine, mystical material, and the like. Without my wild ride with Dennis Lee, I would likely not have much worth saying, and I doubt that I would have embarked on my days of study. Because of what Gary Wean reported, I also began my studies of the JFK assassination in those days. I knew that Gary faithfully reported his experiences, but I did my homework and compared Gary’s reporting to the JFK-hit evidence. Gary’s reporting has aged extremely well, and it is now the leading hypothesis among JFK-assassination researchers, and even the false-flag aspect is becoming prominent.

I already knew that the media lied shamelessly, from my days with Dennis (it lied about him from nearly the day that I met him), and most of those subjects that I studied in those days exposed the lies coming from all directions. But in 1992, my studies took a different turn. It began as I read Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States, when I read Zinn’s chapter on Christopher Columbus. It turned the heroic tale of Columbus’s “discovery” of the Western Hemisphere on its head. I had never heard of any blemish to Columbus’s image until then. That largely began my studies of the history that I was taught while growing up. In 1998, I wrote my Columbus essay.

In 1992, I worked in Columbus, Ohio, and the city mounted a celebration that lasted a year to commemorate the 500^th anniversary of Columbus’s feat. Columbus’s heroic feat was really the opening shot of history’s greatest crime: the invasion, conquest, and settlement of the Western Hemisphere by Europeans. Within 150 years of its “discovery,” the native population of the Americas declined by somewhere between 75% and 95%, for history’s greatest genocide, in proportional terms on a continental scale. Hitler was small time. In fact, Hitler used the Anglo-American experience in North America as his model for Eastern Europe: exterminate the natives and take their land.

David Stannard commemorated the 500^th anniversary of Columbus’s feat with the publication of American Holocaust. More than 30 years later, it is still the one to be reckoned with. It was not only a devastating read, but it was the first time that I read anything that challenged the saintly qualities of Padre Junípero Serra. I grew up down the street from Junípero Serra Elementary School, which I attended when it opened in 1968, and I won its first spelling bee. In fourth grade, I watched a movie of his saintly life. Serra was sainted in 2015. When the propaganda is stripped away, Serra’s primary achievement was the establishment of a prison system (the first in what would become the USA) that exterminated about 90% of the coastal natives of California, from the San Francisco Bay to San Diego. Serra was more grim reaper than saint, and he even rejoiced at the native children who died in his care. Serra was the Hitler of California.

Similarly, George Washington was a mass-murdering thief and the architect of history’s greatest swindle, as he helped steal a continent. I live in Washington State, named after that greatest of Founding Fathers, and the Columbia River is nearby, named after that greatest of explorers.

During my studies, over and over again, I discovered that mass-murdering thieves were presented to me as heroes and saints while I grew up. Why?

It was many years later, during my studies of anthropology and evolutionary psychology, that I began to understand why I was lied to like that. The lies were intended to make me a cog in our societal machinery, marching off to war to defend our society, which I nearly did, until my mother prevailed on my father to talk me out of it. All crimes against out-groups are justified and even heroified in human societies. It is what social animals tend to do in their battles for survival.

Back in 1990, when I began those days of study, I read an article by Paul Fussell, which challenged American mythology about World War II. That began my studies of World War II, which have yet to end. I continually read books about World War II. It took reading Howard Zinn’s review for me to understand what a piece of propaganda Saving Private Ryan was. I wrote my war essay in the summer of 1999, and writing it took so much out of me that it damaged my marriage and initiated my midlife crisis. But on the positive side, that experience helped me finally conquer the bottle the next year, after a decade of trying. If I had not quit drinking then, I might not be here today.

Today, I am skeptical of all popular histories. They are virtually all a pack of lies designed to deceive people into the prevailing societal framework, generally to serve elite interests, often at the expense of the brainwashed societies. The American brainwashing systems are the world’s most sophisticated, but I do not know of a nation on Earth that is immune to that. As long as we live in a world of scarcity and fear, which pits nations against each other in a battle over resources and economic production, these fairy tales will continue to be spun. I know how to end it, but I can’t do it alone.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

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In 2023, I summarized Monica Wiesak’s book on the John Kennedy presidency. It was a good read. She called him the last American president. I’ll agree with that, but for reasons that she may not agree with. In my opinion, every president since JFK was a puppet and knew it. She also wrote a book on the JFK assassination, which I have not read, but I read her Substack post on the topic today, which spurred this post.

Her first JFK book had a chapter on his relationship with Israel, and Wiesak’s post explored the possible Israeli connections to the JFK hit. This has become a popular topic in recent years, and I gave my views on it. I am the only person who carries Gary Wean’s torch on the Internet. I would not call myself Gary’s biographer, but he was a beloved friend who helped me when the night was the darkest. He is in my pantheon for that alone. I recently did two videos (1, 2) on Gary and our relationship.

Gary died in 2004, and for all of his adventures, his lasting claim to posthumous fame is his involvement in the aftermath of the JFK hit. I have written at great length on the issue and have made several videos, so I will only briefly mention the particulars and I will link to my writings and videos on the topic.

Gary was close friends with Audie Murphy, who was the most decorated soldier in American history. Murphy was from the Dallas vicinity, and he was good friends with Bill Decker, who was the sheriff of Dallas County. Lee Harvey Oswald died while being transferred to Decker’s custody. Decker was in Los Angeles on business, two weeks after the JFK hit, and at a lunch at LA’s police academy, all present (Decker, Murphy, Gary, and his investigative partner at the district attorney’s office) were unanimous that Oswald could not have shot JFK from that sniper’s nest with that rifle. Decker replied that he also knew that Oswald did not do it, he had a man in Texas who also knew that Oswald did not do it, and the man wanted to talk to somebody not associated with the federal government. Decker said that the man might be willing to meet with Murphy, and a week later, Gary and his investigative partner flew in Murphy’s private plane to Ruidoso, New Mexico, to meet Decker’s source, who was U.S. Senator John Tower.

They met at a diner where Tower told his story. Tower said that Oswald was a military-intelligence operative whose “fascination” with communism was just part of his career path of giving him fake communist credentials so that he could infiltrate communist organizations. Soon after he returned from the Soviet Union with his new wife, Oswald was recruited by E. Howard Hunt for a CIA operation that would frame Fidel Castro for an assassination attempt on JFK, to justify an invasion of Cuba. Oswald was leery at first, but when he met high-ranking members of JFK’s administration who were in on it, he joined the effort. He was only supposed to appear to be the would-be assassin, and a fake trail was made to Cuba (his visit to the Cuban embassy in Mexico City was part of it), to frame Castro. All was in readiness, and then JFK was killed. Somebody had interposed the operation and turned the fake assassination attempt into a real one.

Tower then handed Gary an envelope that contained documents to prove his story. On the way back to LA, Gary and Audie knew that it was too hot for them to handle. Decker soon called Murphy, to give the documents back, as the USA’s government decided to cover it all up. Murphy thought fast and said that they destroyed the documents. Gary recorded the encounter in a chapter of his book, which was first published in 1987.

In Gary’s book, Tower said that the operation was intended to reproduce a “Remember the Maine” event, to justify invading Cuba. In the 1996 edition of his book, Gary named Tower, after keeping his identity secret in his original book, because Tower was still alive. Tower and Murphy both died in plane crashes, which Gary did not think was a coincidence. In 1997, Operation Northwoods was declassified. Northwoods was a plan hatched by the Joint Chiefs of Staff that proposed creating fake terror incidents in the USA to frame Castro, to justify an invasion of Cuba. The Northwoods document even used “Remember the Maine,” which mirrored Gary’s account. Northwoods was first proposed in early 1962¸ which JFK rejected. Northwoods was secretly revived in early 1963, at the same time that Hunt recruited Oswald into his scheme. JFK was out of the loop for both operations, which was typical of his presidency.

I have seen Gary’s testimony dismissed for a generation on the flimsiest of pretexts. Comparing Gary’s reporting in his 1987 book to the Northwoods document should remove any reasonable doubt that Oswald was not the Lone Nut assassin of JFK. Somewhat amazingly, Gary’s story forms the leading hypothesis today among JFK-assassination researchers, and they somehow still ignore Gary’s testimony. I saw a interview of Daniel Sheehan recently, and he even discussed the Cuban false-flag operation that was part of the JFK hit, and Gary’s testimony is still widely ignored.

What is doubly ironic is that with all of this “Israel-did-it” theorizing in recent years, Gary is largely ignored, even though he originated the “Israel-did-it” hypothesis. Gary’s days as a policeman and investigator in LA had him regularly cross paths with Mickey Cohen, who was the Jewish mobster who ran LA’s crime scene. Gary repeatedly saw Cohen in Jack Ruby’s company in 1946-1947, and Gary even had a conversation with Ruby. Ruby was a high-ranking mobster, not the small-time nightclub owner that the Warren Commission portrayed him as.

Gary also saw Cohen regularly in the company of Menachem Begin, the mass-murdering terrorist who became Israel’s prime minister. Gary was at Peter Lawford’s Malibu home when JFK was introduced to Marilyn Monroe at the 1960 Democratic Convention. Monroe was being used by Cohen and Begin in an intelligence-gathering and blackmail scheme against JFK. Gary was also at Monroe’s home on the day that she died. She was not visited by Bobby Kennedy on the night that she died, but by her handler, who was a Cohen underling. Monroe was silenced because she knew too much. I think it very possible that the likely Jeffrey Epstein blackmail operation was a descendant operation to the Monroe one.

What an incredible story, and it is almost completely ignored. I could go on and on, such as my being contacted by the original Watergate attorney, who saw one of Gary’s bête noires’ judicial irregularities, as he was a gangster judge who sat on a federal bench (who presided over the Snowden trial). That attorney was friends with Hunt, which is how he got roped into Watergate, and Hunt told that attorney that JFK was killed over the ET issue, which is not as strange as it might seem.

My opinion is that Israel was a beneficiary of JFK’s murder and may have been involved somehow, but political assassination became a sport in the USA for a generation after JFK’s murder. I “credit” domestic interests for the JFK hit. Rodney Stich was privy to FBI wiretaps on J. Edgar Hoover’s phone, and according to those tapes, Hoover planned the JFK hit with George Bush the First, Nelson Rockefeller, Lyndon Johnson, and Allen Dulles. JFK-assassination intrigue has swirled around all of those men since the 1960s, and their involvement would not be surprising.

Gary seems to have eventually opened that envelope that Tower gave him, and Gary wrote that Tower and Prescott Bush were part of the false-flag operation. Gary also named Arlen Specter and William S. Cohen as part of the real assassination effort.

For me, I strongly doubt that the JFK assassination will ever be definitively solved, and it is likely foolish to try. Compare Gary’s book to Northwoods, and all reasonable doubt should vanish, as far as the idea that Oswald didn’t do it. From there, it is easy to understand the cover-up and the idea that if the sitting American president could be murdered in broad daylight in front of hundreds of witnesses, and it could all be covered up, how much power could a president really have? For me, that is the lesson of the JFK hit, and my adventures have shown me in no uncertain terms that American presidents are far down the hierarchy of power on Earth, and all presidents since JFK knew that they were expendable.

I keep making posts and videos on the JFK hit, especially Gary’s connection to it, and will likely do it for the rest of my writing career. This issue is not going away.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

As I have long written, all American presidents since John Kennedy have been puppets and knew it, and yesterday’s post on the JFK assassination points out why. If the sitting American president could be murdered in broad daylight in front of hundreds of witnesses, and it was all covered up, how much power could a president really have? American presidents are like Roman emperors who served at the pleasure of the Praetorian Guard, which regularly removed the emperors from office, and not gently. American presidents are expendable props in today’s global political theater.

I first learned the truth of JFK’s assassination when my partner, Dennis Lee, sat in jail with an astronomical bail, months after turning down the CIA’s $1 billion offer to cease our efforts in pursuit of free energy, and weeks after my lifetime’s radicalizing moment on the witness stand, as the prosecution tried to intimidate me as I testified. I would never see the world the same way again after that day in Kangaroo Court.

The man who heard about Lee Harvey Oswald’s true involvement in the operation that got JFK killed gave me the advice (nobody would help us) that led to my springing Dennis from jail, in the biggest miracle that I ever witnessed.

That all happened before my days of study, before I met Brian O’Leary, and before many other experiences that shaped my views. But those days in my home town, between 1987 and 1990, were when I had my lifetime’s greatest learning experiences. Without those harsh learning experiences, I would likely not have much worth saying.

Dennis and Brian both guzzled the Kool-Aid of American nationalism and never quite got the taste of it entirely out of their mouths, as they kept interacting with politicians and officials from Washington, D.C. I carried both Dennis’s and Brian’s spears as we approached the Department of Energy (1, 2). Ronald Reagan’s attorney general, Bill Clinton, and George Bush the Second’s energy advisor all knew Dennis by name. Bush’s advisor hung out with Dennis for days and tried to arrange an eve-of-the-election demonstration of Dennis’s technologies in 2006, two years before Bush’s eyes bugged out while seeing one of Dennis’s exhibits, and a year before the federal government attacked Dennis under Barack Obama, as Dennis was finally banned from the energy industry in the USA.

I watched activists bang on all the doors in DC, chase after billionaire “philanthropists,” “progressives,” and the like. I eventually called it the “beseeching” route. I never saw anything productive come from those approaches. At best, they were wastes of time, and at worst they were suicidal. They were all examples of people who gave their power away, people who looked for the easy way out.

When Steven Greer interacted with the global elite, they told him that American presidents and other officials were hopelessly out of the loop on the important issues. From what I learned on my journey, that was no surprise. None of the world’s politicians or elites in the public eye make the important decisions on Earth. They are all subservient to greater powers that are invisible to the public. What I call retail politics and retail elites are useless for addressing humanity’s existential issues, and that understanding led to my approach, which I call the love and enlightenment approach.

Looking to the retail political system and retail elites for help in solving our existential problems is a waste of time, in my opinion. Any successful effort to right humanity’s ship has to be rooted in integrity and sentience, and anything less will be doomed to failure. I know how to do it, but I can’t do it alone, and I know who I am looking for.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

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The video of this post is here.

I have been writing since the 1990s that the reproduction of intelligence is in its infancy, and I am surprised that it took this long for the AI boom to take off. That said, it has a long ways to go. In my profession, AI is like some kid out of school who makes it look pretty but does not know what he is doing and can’t be trusted. Programmers are often underwhelmed by the buggy code that AI produces. We are seeing the age-old “garbage in-garbage-out” arise, and AI’s abilities can be incredibly spotty. Nearly all AI projects in businesses are failures. The problem is partly of architectural design (1, 2, 3, 4). AI’s reasoning skills and ability to learn (1) are problems, but the large language models (AKA “LLM”) will be complemented and maybe even displaced by world models (1), especially in robotics. An AI agent recently erased a company’s database. There are plenty of nightmare stories with AI users.

Today’s AI is like a twelve year old who should not be given the keys to the family car. In the long run, AI will transform our world if it is done wisely, but under the framework of capitalism and national security, it could become a disaster. 2001: A Space Odyssey, War Games, The Terminator, and many other movies have depicted when AI went awry, especially when it directs machinery and weaponry. The risks are here today. Israel deployed an AI-controlled machine gun in the West Bank, and Israel’s genocide in Gaza has been AI assisted, which has become a mainstream issue. AI use by the military is here.

Computers and I go way back. Thirty years ago, my career’s epiphany was to take my company paperless, but nobody above me in the hierarchy understood what I was saying. Piggybacked onto that realization was a way to improve the lives of millions of people for almost no societal cost, but nobody wanted to hear it, and the situation has become worse since then.

After many years of study, I simplified the human journey into three factors:

Energy;
Intelligence; and
Tools.

The interplay of those factors has defined the human journey, from the first stone tools to the USA’s recent mission to the Moon, and each Epoch was founded on new energy practices, which acquired orders of magnitude more energy than the previous Epoch obtained. Other than a few rocks that I collected from Washington State’s volcanoes, everything in the room where I am writing this is a tool. My computer is an intelligent tool, and when a windstorm in 2024 cut off our electricity for several days and our Internet connection for more than a week, it was crippling.

The AI boom is simply the next horizon of a trend that is a century old, and calculating devices are millennia old (1, 2). But in a world of scarcity and fear, tools are too often used for violence and evil ends. Unless we have abundant energy, which is the source of all abundance, this AI boom may come to a very grim end. AI developed under a paradigm of abundance can quickly eliminate all human drudgery, when combined with robotics. I regularly see Elon Musk and others rhapsodize about the coming age of abundance, with AI and robotics, but it won’t happen unless energy is abundant. Solve the energy issue, first, and yes, that age of abundance is nearly here. Do it under our current energy sources and it could become a replay of The Terminator or worse, and what we see happening in and around Iran today may be a gentle preview. The technologies to usher in a world of abundance are older than I am. I know how to bring a world of abundance into being, if I can find the people for it, and I know who I am looking for. But time is short.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

I recently read an excellent recent article on the state of the science for why Homo sapiens is the only member of our genus that exists today: our ancestors drove all of the others to extinction. It was likely not a gentle process. That article mentioned one possibility for that triumph: the invention of the bow and arrow. I thought that the evidence marshalled in this book competently made that case. Australian aborigines lived in a kind of “lab” that preserved hunter-gatherer societies until very recently, and the earliest accounts by Europeans of aboriginal life showed it to be highly warlike. A third of the women’s skulls and a quarter of the men’s skulls unearthed in Australia had healed fractures from interpersonal violence.

Today, aboriginal Australian skulls are twice as thick as those of all other humans, which was very likely to survive violence. It is just one of many indicators of how prodigiously violent the ancient human past is, even though it has declined greatly from our progenitors. Chimp societies today are hundreds of times more aggressive and violent than the most violent human societies. Add in the fact that half of all children died until the Industrial Revolution, and it is easy to imagine how grim pre-industrial life must have been. Slavery was just a sign of the times that did not end until industrialization.

Over the Epochs of the human journey, human societies have become progressively more humane and less violent. I can hardly imagine the violence that my father endured while growing up, and his mother marveled that all six of her children lived to adulthood. Many years later I understood why: theirs was about the first generation in which childhood death had been conquered to the degree that all six could survive.

No peoples could imagine the next Epoch until it arrived. It will be that way for nearly all humans today, if we ride free-energy and related technologies to the Fifth Epoch, and those technologies are older than I am. If and when the Fifth Epoch arrives, the world will end as we know it, and nobody will miss it. I made a post last year on some features of the Fifth Epoch, and this post will cover some welcome changes that will arrive with the Fifth Epoch.

In last year’s post, I mentioned how all poverty, warfare, and environmental damage will end, as will nations and races. There will be one language and one ethnicity. Humanity will be one family.

But in this post I want to discuss changes in humans. We will be less capable in some areas, compared to past humans, but we will develop new abilities. For instance, records of ancient Greece show that they were stronger and more physically capable of hard work than today’s humans are. It makes sense. We no longer rely on our muscles like we used to. Any adult male chimp can easily kill any adult male human in hand-to-hand fighting, as they are at least three times as strong. They have far more short muscle fibers (AKA “fast twitch”), which is also partly why they cannot swim (they do not float).

Our memories are likely not as good as those of preliterate people. They relied on their memories more, as they passed down oral histories through the generations. Long-distance vision is also worse today for scanning the horizon than it used to be. Use it or lose it.

Today’s young Americans are losing the ability to read a clock with hands or read and write cursively. Almost nobody on Earth today knows how to make a stone tool. Those skills are lost or are waning quickly. So? We no longer need them in our lives.

I am already hearing how people who rely on artificial intelligence are losing mental faculties. Some will be lost, but others will be gained. Children will no longer be raised in adversity, which causes lifelong brain effects that are called damaging, in which “thinking” declines and people operate more from their emotions. An evolutionist might observe that it is just evolution, as that “damage” is really an adaptation to a threatening environment, as the fear response becomes predominant. Not only will conflict become obsolete, but so will competition, which will become meaningless. Cooperation in all things will become the norm.

I consider it quite likely that reading and writing will give way to better ways to communicate and learn. Humanity may become post-literate, but it won’t be dumber, and new horizons of the human potential will come into view.

As I have written, if all humans ate whole food, we would all live to be 100 and be healthy the entire way in the Fifth Epoch, with virtually no medical interventions. Humans won’t have workdays like they do today. Work will be more like play and the highlight of everybody’s day, when they get to contribute to their world. It might last a few hours. I have seen it called “joy time.”

When abundance and love reign in a global human society, rather than scarcity and fear, virtually nothing will be the same. If I can find the people for this Epochal task, the Fifth Epoch could still arrive in my lifetime.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

Mr. Professor did not want to be remembered publicly, to protect his family, but he died in 2002 and the reasons for his stance are largely obsolete today. But I will still have to wait to outlive more people before I fully name him. Only in recent years did I use his first name, Wayne, and that is how I will refer to him in this post. His ruined life and early death was the most devastating part of my journey.

Wayne was born on a farm in North Dakota in 1935, of Norwegian heritage. He was the oldest of several children, the only boy, and his father was a drunk. Wayne became the family hero, like Dennis and I did. While in the military, he sent his paycheck home to help support his family. In college, he won the state discus throw, but he said that he was just lucky on a windy day. He watched the Minneapolis Lakers barnstorming in the off-season as a child, and so became a lifelong Lakers fan.

Wayne became a teacher and moved to Southern California around the same time that the Lakers moved to Los Angeles. He taught high school while earning his master’s degree, and got a job teaching accounting at Ventura College in the mid-1960s. My family moved to Ventura from Houston in 1967, as the Apollo 1 fire drove my father from NASA, and my collision course with Wayne was set.

I was in training to become a scientist from the time that I could walk. As my SAT score shows, I had one-in-1,000 math ability. My father’s was more like one-in-a-million, but one-in-1,000 was good enough for a career in math and science.

My life’s direction began changing when my family changed its diet to whole food when I was 12, which was really the beginning of my awakening process. The year 1974 was a watershed for me. The Oil Crisis ended the postwar boom, my mentor’s engine began making the news, which gave me my first energy dreams, and I spent the summer in Europe, getting culturally awakened. But the biggest event that year was at the end, when I had my first paranormal experiences in a meditation class. I did not know it at the time, but it wrecked me as a mainstream scientist before my career ever began. Five years later, Brian O’Leary had his scientific career ruined when he had the same experience while performing the same exercise.

After my mother prevailed on my father to talk me out of going to the Air Force Academy, I went to the local college, where Wayne taught. I was on the math-science track until my second year of college, when I had my first existential crisis. My early love of chemistry met the reality of a chemistry career, and I decided that chemistry was not for me. I literally had no idea of what to do, and after a few months of flailing around, seeking a direction, I made a desperate prayer one evening as I went to bed. The next morning, with my first waking thought, an alien voice in my head suggested that I study business. I had no idea what the voice was talking about, but I instantly became enthused and called the college that morning, asking if people could study business in college. A few days later, I met with counselor, and was on my way to a degree in business.

The next semester, as I took Bookkeeping 101, my mathematical mind ate it up, and I heard that accounting paid well. I had become quite the spirituality student in those days (Seth, the Aquarian Gospel, etc.), and later in that semester I went vegan, just to see what it was like. That was the only year when I could dunk a basketball. My parents divorced that year, and it was ugly. The next year, I was the skinniest javelin thrower in California, at 6’1” and 141 pounds. I courted my first girlfriend, worked at the local retirement home in its dining room, and life was good.

Looking back, I was definitely on my way to becoming a comprehensivist, but I didn’t see it that way: I was just a learning junkie. Looking back, I smile at my attempts to reconcile my growing spiritual perspective with my business studies. I was also raised in a racist and bigoted household, and I did not really begin to put that behind me until after I left home. I heard the N-word every day.

That year of changing from science to business was kind of a wasted academic year. The next year, my girlfriend was planning to apply to UC Davis, and I decided to go to UC Berkeley so that I could be close to her. Then she decided to go to a university in San Luis Obispo, and I was going to follow her. I didn’t even know if the university had a business school. I just wanted to marry her. It turned out that the university, Cal Poly, had a respected business school, and it was the crown jewel of the Cal State University system, in an idyllic setting. I think that it was another example of my “friends” at work.

I had one year to catch up in my curriculum, to chase my girlfriend to the university, and in the autumn of 1978, I took 23 units that semester. I remember that I did not sleep that much that semester. That semester I then took the first course in the accounting curriculum, which Wayne taught. Wayne was the best professor that I ever had. Accounting 101 was a challenging class, a “washout” class that separated the serious students from dabblers. Wayne changed lives as a professor. He was also the most beloved professor on campus. He provided free tax advice to any faculty who wanted it when he was on campus. During the coming ordeal in Ventura, I heard more about Wayne’s reputation among the faculty, former students, and the like. Wayne was a saint.

My zeal for learning was fully brought to bear on my accounting studies, and I became one of Wayne’s most memorable students. My girlfriend and I were assigned to the same dorm. I was on the floor above her, and my roommate was Robert. I basically talked him and another future roommate into studying accounting. My girlfriend dumped me the week after we got there. The next year was very trying, emotionally, especially when I saw her dating other guys.

I poured myself into my studies, and I got the highest score at the university on the national accounting exam given to students as they began their upper-class studies. Wayne’s teaching was partly why I scored so high, and I wrote him a letter, which a later girlfriend told me that he read to his class. Soon before graduation, I took the national accounting exam for graduating students, and I got the highest test score in the university’s history. But I was burned out on college by then and just wanted to graduate. Then I had a checkered early career, as I graduated in December 1981, in the middle of the worst recession since the 1940s. The big international accounting firms in Los Angeles rolled out the red carpet for me, but I wanted to move back to my natal city of Seattle. After a brief misadventure working for a small accounting firm in Seattle, I crawled back down to LA to begin my career, after living with my mother for several months and working as a clerk at the new County Center, which was only a few miles from where I was raised.

Soon before I moved to LA, I visited Wayne at his home, and I ran into him in town one day, as he told me about an investment opportunity in a new life insurance company. I didn’t have any money, but that company made Wayne a millionaire. The next year, I actually consulted at that insurance company.

Working in LA was like working on the Moon, as far as the contrast with Ventura. I worked in Skid Row for several months during my first year. It was a brutal beginning of my career. A year into it, I began suffering from stress problems (I could not get a full lung of air) during the busy season (the winter months, when auditors were the busiest). The problem went away when the long hours were over, but the symptoms returned the next busy season and did not abate. I eventually saw an MD who said that I had classic stress symptoms and was heading for a health disaster. He advised me to quit my job. In my profession, people began going gray in their 20s, and I never heard of a partner who lived to be 70, as the lifestyle was that terrible. I was forced to eating meat and drinking alcohol for my job, and my battle with the bottle began in earnest in those years.

I was on the audit that eventually taught me how worthless my profession was. After eight years of idealism and disillusionment since that voice answered my prayer, I felt trapped in an urban hell, in a profession that I was not sure that I believed in, and I made my lifetime’s second and so-far last desperate prayer. That time, the reply was not as dramatic as my first waking thought, but the voice basically told me that I had nothing to lose by moving to Seattle. When my first girlfriend dumped me, I soon began thinking about moving to Seattle, but I made three failed attempts to live there by then. My plan was to work in LA for a few more years, build up my savings, and try again when I was in better shape to.

That voice had different plans for me, and when it suggested that I move to Seattle, I was instantly enthused. That was on a Tuesday morning, and by Saturday, I had stored most of my meager possessions at my father’s home in Ventura and was on my way to Seattle. On that next Friday, I was interviewing at Dennis Lee’s company. That voice knew what it was doing, and the lightning bolt that hit me that day still reverberates, more than 40 years later.

Then my wild ride began, and I chased Dennis out to Boston to help him rebuild. That Christmas season of 1986, I sent Christmas cards to people, and one was to Wayne, telling him that his crazy student was trying to change the world.

In mid-January, I became Dennis’s partner, when his investor pulled out. I was in the middle of my lifetime’s longest fast (45 days, as fasting was cheaper than eating) when I raised the money to get us going. I was so naïve that I didn’t take any equity for myself, until Dennis told me to take 20% for myself. I then gave 10% of my stake to friends and family. Then word got out, and people began approaching me to get in. As I let in that second wave of investors, I got a letter back from Wayne. In it was a check for $1,000. It was simply a Merry Christmas gesture from Wayne. That was who Wayne was. I decided that his benevolent act would not go unrewarded, and I put his Christmas gift into the company, and he got a piece of the equity in that second wave. My gesture ultimately ended up ruining and shortening Wayne’s life. That story comes next.

Best,

Wade

[ThePythonicCow]

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That voice had different plans for me, and when it suggested that I move to Seattle, I was instantly enthused. That was on a Tuesday morning, and by Saturday, I had stored most of my meager possessions at my father’s home in Ventura and was on my way to Seattle

Them darn voices don't come often, but when they do, they can gently pack a wallop that changes and forms a lifetime .

[Wade Frazier]

Yes, I only had the "voice in my head" experience twice, at least when I asked for it (the third time was devastating https://ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#voice3 ). That was enough for this lifetime.

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

This post will be about the current UFO/UAP evidence releases from the federal government.

Arguably the most important declassified document in world history was the Operation Northwoods document, which inadvertently demonstrated the accuracy of Gary Wean’s reporting on the John F. Kennedy assassination. Both documents even had some of the identical language. The “most powerful man on Earth” has been a puppet for more than 60 years. Gary’s reporting is still dismissed in nearly all corners (although its basics comprise the leading hypothesis today), nearly 30 years after Northwoods vindicated it, but that reflects humanity’s lack of collective integrity and sentience, not Gary’s reporting. A contending document is the McCollum Memo, which seemed to provide Franklin Roosevelt’s White House with the strategy to goad Japan into attacking the USA, to spur the isolationist American public into supporting the USA’s entry into World War II, which is world history’s most consequential war. The USA’s entry determined its outcome, as the USA became history’s greatest empire.

I believe that the Northwoods document survived the document-destroying effort in the cover-up of E. Howard Hunt’s plan to frame Castro because it was not directly related to Hunt’s operation. Otherwise, it would have never seen the light of day. On a related issue, my friend Chris Black heard from Slobodan Milošević that Bill Clinton protected Osama bin Laden only two years before the 9/11 terror attacks, which brings into question the official version of events. The American public has likely been lied to about all major events of the past century (including the COVID pandemic).

I doubt that anything like Northwoods or the McCollum Memo will come out of the current declassification effort on UFOs, now called UAPs. A great deal has been covered up about the issue, and it is the most important issue on Earth, but not for the reasons that most people think. If the ET presence was officially acknowledged, all that it would do is challenge people’s ideas of their standing in the universe. It only changes our story. Few organized religions would likely survive official acknowledgement of ETs in our world. The first CIA whistleblower wrote that an acknowledgment of the ET presence alone could destabilize the world’s power structure, and the Brookings Institute cautioned the American government about revealing any ET discoveries to the public.

What would make the ET presence the most important issue on Earth is the technologies that ETs brought with them. If humanity safely used them, it would usher in the greatest event in the human journey, which I call the Fifth Epoch. Everybody on Earth would quickly become richer than the world’s richest man today, just like the average American is richer than Europe’s richest man of three centuries ago. My shorthand for the Fifth Epoch is a Star Trek future.

In this post, I will discuss what I know and have heard about the ET issue. For starters, I know that those “Star Trek” technologies are on the planet today and are older than I am. They are controlled by the global elite, not the world’s governments. Long ago, a friend was kidnapped and had free-energy, antigravity, and other technologies demonstrated to him. Before my friend got his show, the people who put it on said that what he was about to see was usually attributed to ETs, but it was their stuff.

After my first paranormal experiences when I was 16 (I describe it in detail in my previous video), I became quite the student of spirituality, and the idea of ETs no longer seemed so strange. The original Michael channel once said that there are one million sentient (AKA “ensouled”) species in our galaxy. My understanding is that something like Star Trek’s Federation is real and governs our galactic vicinity, and today’s global elite have not been allowed to take their weaponry into space. Humans are like chimps with weaponry to our galactic neighbors, so humanity has been in a kind of quarantine until we grow up as a species and relinquish our violent ways.

Former astronaut Brian O’Leary hosted a UFO conference in 1992, and high-ranking military officials attended and tried to recruit Brian into classified UFO research projects. Brian refused their offer and nearly died immediately after returning home, in an incident that shortened his life. The closest that Brian came to publicly disclosing it was in the prologue to his final book. Brian believed that his life-shortening incident was their response to his refusal. The same officials tried to co-opt Steven Greer’s efforts at that conference, and then led a smear campaign against him when he declined it. Greer was dangled $2 billion, while several years earlier, my partner was offered $1 billion by the CIA to cease our pursuit of free-energy technology, before we had the boom lowered on us. Those are not unusual experiences in this field.

In the fervor over the declassified documents, I see the name of a leading space debunker come up frequently. He is the same man who idiotically tried to debunk Brian’s Martian credentials. I don’t trust the “skeptics” at all. I was repeatedly attacked by one who is a criminal, and even when the “skeptics” aren’t lying, elementary logic often escapes them.

For my part, I have gone to Mount Adams several times to watch UFOs fly over, and I was never disappointed. The first time, the craft seemed to interact with my host’s mind, and the second time, with my mind. Adam Trombly’s discovery of his father’s journals, in which he described reverse-engineering ET tech for the American government, fits right in. Steven Greer has definitely made his missteps, but I agree with his overall depiction of the global elite and organized suppression, as they aligned with my experiences and those of people close to me.

I heard, at one degree of separation, about an encounter at the International Space Station (“ISS”), as a craft parked next to it and blocked the occupants’ egress from the ISS for two days. Accounts like that are not going to be part of the current declassification effort. The spooks run that show, and I strongly doubt that anything of consequence will be revealed to the public.

I could go on for days on this topic, but this post gives my basic views on it. We are not alone in the universe, it is the tech that the ETs brought with them that is important, but don’t count on the world’s governments to reveal that to the public, especially the USA’s.

Best,

Wade

[ThePythonicCow]

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... and I strongly doubt that anything of consequence will be revealed to the public.

Predicting the future is usually a risky business ...

... but not always .

[Wade Frazier]

Yes, that is likely a safe bet, but I would love to lose it!

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

My writings about the JFK assassination, the retail political system, and most current events are minor parts of my work. My work is primarily about helping what I call the Fifth Epoch manifest, which will be the biggest event in the human journey. We stand on the edge of the abyss, I know a way out, but I can’t do it alone.

This morning, I finished a very good book on collapsed civilizations, which has been a study of mine since 2003. The book’s author ended it with a sobering discussion of how Global Warming is galloping along and how we might be living in the twilight of global civilization before it collapses. He surmised that technological breakthroughs, particularly in the realm of energy, may stave off the coming catastrophe. That is just one more example of how surreal my life has been as a voice in the wilderness regarding the biggest issue on Earth.

Those technological breakthroughs have been on the planet for longer than I have, but they have been kept sequestered from public awareness and use by history’s biggest cover-up. The JFK cover-up is small stuff compared to that, even though his death may have been related to the free-energy issue. The free-energy and ET issues are joined at the hip, as I wrote about yesterday, but lots of disruptive technology has been suppressed in the past century.

My former partner, Dennis Lee, put the world’s best heating system on people’s homes for free, in the most brilliant and benevolent business strategy that I ever heard of. His effort was wiped out by vested interests, and global elites were likely involved. They began getting involved in earnest when I became Dennis’s partner and we pursued free energy. We were wiped out the next year, soon after Dennis turned down the CIA’s billion-dollar offer to fold our operation.

In 1990, I did the dive to understand why Dennis’s heating system was the world’s best (and still is), and I began writing publicly about it in 1996. In the 30 years since then, I have yet to have one robust discussion of Dennis’s heating system. It is the world’s best heating system, and I have yet to find anybody willing and able to even discuss it. Hundreds of thousands of people have read my work over the past 30 years (it has been 50K at Substack since I joined less than two years ago). One reason is that nearly all of humanity is scientifically illiterate. For those who are scientifically literate, mainly scientists, they have largely been brainwashed into scientism and, as Bucky Fuller noted, scientists are generally naïve, so that they are oblivious to the political-economic realities that constrain their professions and understandings. Nowhere is this more obvious than in biomedical science, which is called the flimsiest and most corrupt branch of science, even by the defenders of science.

As I learned about my original profession, conflicts of interest doom the validity of many endeavors, and most biomedical research is funded by people who expect to profit from it. There is no greater prescription for corruption than that, and about 70% of medical professionals are oblivious to that reality, which is standard across all professions.

What my friend saw in his underground technology demonstration upends orthodox physics. Free-energy and antigravity technologies turn today’s physics textbooks into quaint notions of how our universe operates. But few scientists can get beyond parroting their textbooks, even when their data shows them differently. This is part of what Brian O’Leary was referring to when he called for a new science. This kind of brainwashing is in all areas of intellectual life, as Noam Chomsky observed, and even he was not immune to it. But the fringes are also filled with rubbish. I constantly see the scientifically illiterate dive into rabbit holes to nowhere, and they often try to drag me in there with them. The difference is similar to people who are illiterate and those who get their “news” from the New York Times. Neither group understands how our world really works.

There is a yawning gap between the scientifically illiterate and the scientistically brainwashed, and I see it all the time. But that gap is where I will find the people that I seek. They need some scientific literacy, but no more than is needed to comprehend my 2014 essay, for instance, which is based on popularized science, which is not hard to understand. But they also have to have escaped the scientistic brainwashing that scientists are subjected to. That requires keen discernment, and such people need to have had an awakening experience so that they can leave their brainwashing behind. Not many have achieved it, I know that I seek needles in haystacks, and I keep searching.

To those that I seek, welcome. I have been looking for you. I have built a venue where we can sing the song of abundance together, and my Substack efforts are just my latest attempt.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

When Wayne (AKA “Mr. Professor”) sent me $1,000 as a Merry Christmas gift, that pretty much ended my lifetime’s happiest year. A former girlfriend, who was nearly my smallest investor, at $500, thought that her investment gave her the right to begin attacking me. She attacked me four times in one month, and our last conversation left me in tears. When I raised the money, I guaranteed everybody’s investment. In the wake of those attacks, Dennis had me pay her $1,000 to get rid of her, and he also had me end my guarantee with an offer: my investors could get double their money back then, or all of their money back for half of their stock. One person took me up on it, and Wayne eagerly paid it. Wayne would have bought anybody out then.

After our first Greatest Energy Shows on Earth, and we were not getting much traction, Dennis decided to have ten regional offices in the USA. Wayne wanted the West Coast and began raising money. He was the most eager regional director.

In those days we got the $10 million offer to buy us out, which I now know was the first offer from the global elite. An Amway tycoon came to our office, sniffing for opportunities, and Dennis began getting encouraging anonymous phone calls in the night, which I eventually learned were calls from a dissident faction of the global elite.

I have discussed those events before, so I will not belabor them, but when I brought Mr. Mentor out to Boston to assess our effort, Dennis quickly understood that I was not exaggerating about Mr. Mentor: he was a Tesla-level inventive genius. I was not told about it (I eventually read it in Dennis’s book), but Mr. Mentor said that if Dennis wanted to work with him, that the company needed to move to Ventura, California, where I was raised. About a month later, we began planning our move. Wayne was busy raising money, and when we hit Ventura, Wayne handed us $40K and told us to get going. Dennis never before had investors like Wayne and me, who just gave Dennis the money, to watch him go to work. After Wayne handed Dennis the money, Dennis asked me if I had any more pals like Wayne.

At the time, I thought that we moved to Ventura because of Wayne, but I was far from sure. It was a mystery to me until I read Dennis’s book. That secretiveness really costed me, in ways that I cannot publicly discuss today. I avoid all secrecy that I can in my work. If I had been asked, I would have cautioned against a move to Ventura. I saw what happened in Seattle, and I didn’t need something like that happening in my home town.

Dennis had never before begun an effort with the kind of money that Wayne and I gave him. By April of 1987, my life’s happiest year had ended, my stress problems began returning, and I began to have a drinking problem again.

Wayne had adult-onset diabetes and he injected himself with insulin each day. But he was an amazing physical specimen at age 52. I was 29, and Wayne invited me to play basketball with him. I could no longer dunk a basketball, but I was still spry. We began playing at the college in the outdoor courts that summer, and as the most beloved professor at the college he also had keys to the gymnasium. On weekends, we played in the gym. Wayne could not quite keep up with me, but as I look back, I am amazed that he could play basketball at all. I stopped playing basketball before I was 40. Wayne thought that I could have played for the college team, as I had a good outside shot. If so, I would have just been a benchwarmer, as I could have been a benchwarmer for my high school team, if I had pursued basketball instead of track.

We soon rented an office building, which had warehouse space in the back, which we turned into an R&D facility. Dennis then hit on his national marketing plan and the business skyrocketed. The school year began, I was working 70-hour weeks again, and I did not see Wayne much in those days. That Christmas break, however, Wayne and I played in the gym with a man from the Boston days who was still involved with us. He stayed at Wayne’s house, as I recall. Many people stayed at Wayne’s home in the coming years.

A couple of weeks later, the raid happened, which began my life’s worst year. Wayne witnessed the sheriff’s deputies making off with their stolen documents, and he wrote an affidavit about it. It can be seen in Dennis’s book. Wayne also testified to it, as I recall.

What happened to us in Ventura shook Wayne to his core. He was a pillar of the community, and the corruption that he witnessed deeply shocked him. Like me, he would never see the world the same way after that year.

One evening, a month or so after the raid, Wayne came to my office to help me organize. My office was stripped to the walls in the raid, and I was operating without any records. The chaos was so great that I spent hours at the end of each day, organizing my desk for the next day, and the next morning my desk quickly became a pile of chaos. I think that Wayne was shocked to see what I was going through.

Around that time, Wayne took me out for an idyllic weekend on Santa Cruz Island. It was also soon after I got involved with the woman who became my wife. Our relationship was my compensation for my life’s worst year, and I could tell that my otherworldly “friends” arranged our meeting each other. My health began failing. My youngest brother, who worked for us for a while, said years later that I looked like a raccoon in those days, with dark circles under my eyes.

I asked Dennis for the summer off, to try to recover, and Dennis soon got the $1 billion offer from the CIA to fold our operation, which I did not learn about until I read it in his book nearly a decade later. A few weeks after rejecting the CIA’s offer, Dennis was arrested with a $1 million bail, and my nightmare truly began. The corruption that we encountered was hard to believe at first, with promotions and awards for the criminals that prosecuted us.

Wayne soon took in Dennis’s wife and children, who lived with him and his wife for more than a year. Wayne’s home became a halfway house for Dennis’s inmates, and other hosting. It put a strain on his marriage. My life was coming apart, in ways that I can’t publicly discuss today, but reading Dennis’s book will give an idea of what I was going through.

Stan, AKA Mr. Engineer, unbelievably went to work for Ken Hodgell and friends, and he quickly regretted it. Hodgell was another Mormon who stole our company, like the Mormons in Seattle. A generation later, when I heard Steven Greer say that the Mormon Financial Empire is the ringleader of the global elite, it was one of the “Isn’t that interesting?” moments of my life. Stan later told Mr. Researcher, who also signed up with Hodgell, that they were the world’s “saps.” Stan stayed with us (at Wayne’s house) when he provided key testimony at the misconduct hearing.

One of Dennis’s salesmen was a minister with a physics degree, who testified on Dennis’s behalf at the preliminary hearing. He earned his heaven points, but other than Wayne and me, nobody else stood up for Dennis in Ventura. The best of them ran and hid, while the worst of them stole from us, sometimes on behalf of the prosecution.

My day on the witness stand was the turning point of my life, and the next month was my blackest. I got over it and decided to do what I could to save Dennis’s life. He was predicting in his first book that he would not live to see this side of the bars again, and he was thrown into solitary confinement for trying to throw a Christmas party for his inmates, as if the officials were parodies of evil.

The next month, I asked Dennis’s wife what I could do, and she handed me Gary Wean’s book. I soon met Gary, whose advice was critical in what happened next: I approached Wayne, to loan me money for a legal fund for Dennis. I knew that I was signing my life away. But it quickly led to the greatest miracle that I ever witnessed. Within six weeks of my futile gesture, Dennis was out of jail. When I saw Dennis last year, he said that he and his wife baited Mr. Deputy into opening Dennis’s legal mail, which was the second time that they did it. That was the final straw with the judge.

Dennis did not know that I was his mysterious benefactor when he got out of jail. He soon called a meeting with Wayne in Wayne’s kitchen. I told Dennis that I was done with the business. I had been bankrupted and was just trying to dig out of my financial abyss. I did not openly discourage Wayne, but I was hoping that my stance might influence him. But Wayne went all in with Dennis, which bankrupted him two years later. That was agonizing to witness.

Once Dennis was out of jail, I knew that he would be OK. My legal fund brought in the USA’s foremost Constitutionalist attorney and we had a prosecutorial misconduct hearing. Mr. Deputy hid in his home for months to avoid testifying, and it was almost fun for a time. Mr. Researcher came out of hiding to testify to the crimes of the deputies. But in the end, too much political pressure was brought to bear on the case, and the judge took Dennis’s attorney hostage to force Dennis to plead guilty to not filing a form. Dennis spent two years behind bars for that “crime,” and prison officials repeatedly tried to get Dennis murdered by the inmates, which nearly worked. It was standard practice in California, and I even heard it called something like “execution by inmate.”

Wayne’s adopted son was sent to prison in those years, seemingly in retribution for Wayne’s standing up to the gangsters that ran the county. I am skipping over a number of heartbreaking events from those days.

When Wayne was trying to rebuild the business, he got involved with an alternative diabetes treatment and even used himself as a human guinea pig, which harmed his health. I got married, we moved into Wayne’s home the day after we got married, and we soon moved to Ohio.

Soon after we left, Wayne’s health began failing. Wayne was the strong, silent type, but one day he admitted to me that the stress of the ordeal likely contributed to his failing health.

About a year after we left, Wayne got gangrene in his legs. He went from a millionaire and strapping physical specimen in 1987 to bankruptcy and failing health four years later. It was devastating for me to witness that. Fortunately, Wayne’s wife was hip to alternative medicine, because of her own health issues, and she took Wayne to Mexico, where the gangrene was “impossibly” reversed. At Wayne’s funeral a decade later, Wayne’s widow told me that if she had not taken him to Mexico, his last years would have been spent in a wheelchair.

Wayne was able to homestead his house and save that, but he lost almost everything else and he moved back to the family farm in North Dakota in 1992 or 1993.

What comes next might be the most unbelievable part of my story with Wayne.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

After the Ventura catastrophe, Wayne (Mr. Professor) and his wife moved to North Dakota in 1992 or 1993. They lived on the family farm with Wayne’s mother. I talked to her one day, and her love for Wayne was obvious. She soon had a stroke, and was bedridden for the rest of her life.

In 1994, my wife and I drove from Ohio to North Dakota to visit with Wayne and his wife. My “Wade’s World” talk has never abated, and I will try to help manifest the Fifth Epoch until either it arrives or I die. I don’t need my otherworldly “friends” to tell me what I am on Earth to do. While I was not planning to work with Dennis Lee again, after he got out of prison earlier that year, I was still about making free energy happen. We got into a conversation at Wayne’s home, I began doing my Wade’s World talk, and Wayne did not want to hear it. He said that he regretted what happened in Ventura.

His adopted son kept bouncing around, in and out of prison, and Wayne spent vast sums on legal bills for his son, which Wayne finally decided was all wasted money. Wayne adopted him from an orphanage when he was five, and Wayne said that his son was ruined for life by then. That was an early example for me of how childhood adversity ruins people. After Wayne’s death in 2002, his son lived on the streets of Ventura until he died at age 55 a few years ago. They also adopted a girl whose mother was a biker chick who put her up for adoption at age seven. She lives with Wayne’s widow today.

Here is an example of the “practical jokes” that Wayne played on his neighbors. When harvest season arrived, he would wait until neighbors left their homes for a day or two before the harvest. While they were gone, he would spend a day doing the harvest for them, stack it all up, as nice as you please, and then sneak back home. He got a laugh out of his neighbor’s bewilderment. That was a saint’s practical joke.

As Wayne’s father was an alcoholic, I can only imagine how dysfunctional the family dynamics were, and Wayne became the family hero. His sisters all moved away, and in his last years, Wayne once told me that his sisters accused him of stealing the family fortune, and they disowned him. I have no contact with my immediate family, because of my journey, and I can well imagine what happened between Wayne and his sisters. It is like that saying that prophets have no honor in their home towns. His sisters did not attend Wayne’s funeral. I was his only “family” that was there, other than his wife, adopted daughter, and her family.

I paid off my loan for Dennis’s legal fund for several years, Wayne said that the money was vital, and I only wished that I paid him ten times as much. I have written about my short second stint with Dennis in 1996-1997. When Dennis began barnstorming the USA in 1996, Wayne found his enthusiasm again. When I went back to work with Dennis, I kept the books once again, and I not only saw Dennis’s $250K payment to Yull Brown, but I saw several payments from Wayne, as he could not help himself.

Wayne stayed with me for two weeks during that winter of 1996-1997, and each evening, he read Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States. I would call Wayne a paleoconservative, at least before Dennis and I came to Ventura. He just pulled Zinn’s book out of my library and began reading, unprompted by me. He said that I should do something like what Zinn did, to confound what people thought that they knew. That is kind of what I have been doing for the past 30 years.

After I left the operation in New Jersey, Dennis brought me out more than once to help with the accounting. It was either 1998 or 1999 when I was there for a week, and so was Wayne. Wayne health was failing by then, and he could no longer sleep lying down. I previously remarked about Wayne’s lifelong love of the Lakers. The Lakers were in the playoffs while was there, and the same room in which Wayne slept in a recliner, in a half-sitting position, we watched Laker games that week. That was the last time that I saw Wayne alive.

A year or two later, Wayne’s kidneys began failing, and he went on dialysis. I had planned to take him on one last trip to Alaska, but his failing health prevented it. There were alternative treatments that could have helped him, but they could no longer afford them. Dennis and I both offered Wayne a kidney and part of our pancreas, but he replied that he would only accept a kidney from somebody as “old and useless” as he was. I was not Wayne’s only former student who offered Wayne a kidney. I called Wayne every few months.

In May 2002, Wayne’s wife called to tell me that Wayne had just died. Today, I am older than Wayne was when he died at age 67. His life was shortened because he got involved with me, and I was devastated. Wayne and his wife took pains to tell me that they did not blame me for what had happened, but it was faint consolation.

I attended his funeral, and when I walked in his house, Wayne’s widow was watching the Lakers win a playoff game. The next day was the viewing of Wayne’s body at a funeral home. It was just me, Wayne’s widow, his daughter, and her family. Here is where it gets wild.

Everybody has psychic abilities, and like any ability, some are better than others, and I come from a family of psychics. I will make posts on my paranormal experiences one day soon. I was praying with all my might in the seats in the viewing room while Wayne’s wife said goodbye to her husband’s body. I had been doing so earlier in the day, too.

There are various methods that psychics use, and I have seen many over the years. Some psychics hear things that nobody else can, or see things that nobody else can. I have used Tarot cards and pendulums and have done plenty of psychic readings, which could be startlingly accurate. But nothing was as dramatic as that voice in my head, which I had only heard twice before, after I prayed for guidance. The first time changed my studies from science to business, and the second time led me straight into Dennis’s company.

At the funeral home, I went into trance states and saw Wayne in his heaven, but he looked the same, with his trademark glasses (he was buried wearing them). Then I saw a picture at the funeral home, of Wayne in his 20s, and he looked the same, with the same haircut and glasses. It was kind of amusing.

I then got an image of his heaven, which looked like a cross between North Dakota and Alaska, with the North Dakota plains and Alaskan mountains. I can still see that image. Then I got something completely unexpected. It was a scene of looking out over a plain, maybe even an ocean, and the sky was pitch black, except for a bright line at the horizon. I was looking either at the time soon before sunrise or just after sunset, but it was stylized and dramatic, like the dark was darker than normal and the horizon was unnaturally bright, for a vivid contrast. I didn’t know what it meant.

As I sat in the seats in the viewing room, as Wayne’s wife stood next to his body, I looked at that scene, and I could see four columns of light, standing next to the coffin. I saw them as round columns of a reddish-golden light. Two were about human-sized, and the other two were twice as tall and wide. My intuition told me that the smaller columns were Wayne and his mother, and the taller columns were angels.

This all happened over less than a half hour. When Wayne’s wife and daughter were finished, it was my turn as I approached the coffin. I touched Wayne’s head, which was an intimacy that I never had in our relationship, and as I stood there, looking at his dead, broken body, for the third time in my life, I heard that voice. I didn’t ask for it. Looking back, maybe I asked for it, praying, peeking into Wayne’s heaven, and the like, and the voice said that when I first heard the voice, it was not just to change my career path, but to meet Wayne. I got told that as I was saying goodbye to his body, which would have lasted many more years if he had not gotten involved with me. I was not happy to hear that voice, and that moment sent me into the darkest phase of my midlife crisis, which lasted another four years.

I was not happy with that voice, and told it to find another fool for its suicide missions. I have not heard from that voice since and do not want to, not if it has any more suicide missions like that in mind.

Wayne’s funeral was the next day, as he was buried in the local cemetery, about a mile from his farm. After the funeral, I told his wife about my vision of either a sunrise or sunset. I had no idea what it meant, and asked her if she did. She replied that sunrise and sunset were Wayne’s favorite part of the day, which had deep emotional and spiritual significance to him. I had no idea. In Ventura, Wayne lived in a canyon, so he could not see the sunset over the ocean from his home. In North Dakota, however, it was nothing but horizon, and one of Wayne’s favorite activities was driving into the plains, parking his truck, and watching the sunset and afterward, as it became dark. He also had a similar before-dawn ritual when he went fishing, for instance. She said that Wayne missed those sunrises and sunsets when he lived in Ventura, which was one of the joys of being back in North Dakota. Wayne sent me that vision.

Several years after Wayne’s death, when I was making big high-tech money, I brought out Wayne’s widow for a week, as she visited relatives and we toured the Pacific Northwest. I tried to visit her last year, but the stars did not align. Maybe this year.

In 2013, I took a 9,000-mile Bucket List road trip across North America. I drove to the east along the north, returned via the south, and even visited a pal in Toronto. I visited a man who had worked for me, who lived in Great Falls, Montana. The next day, I drove 700 miles to stay the night with Wayne’s widow. It dumped rain for nearly the entire drive. It was a grueling drive. Wayne’s widow sold the family farm and moved to a town an hour’s drive away. It was only a little out of my way to visit Wayne’s family farm on the way to his widow’s home, but the main event was going to be visiting Wayne’s grave.

I was devastated by Wayne’s ruined life and early death for many years. As I drove that day, I knew that visiting his grave would be a memorable event in my life. I wouldn’t say that I had trepidation at visiting his grave, but I was not sure how I would react. It could have been a teary scene. The cemetery is on the plains, and no building was within a mile of it. I could not find it at first, and stopped in that little nearby town (less than ten buildings, I would guess) and asked at the diner/bar for directions.

When I finally found the cemetery, it looked different to me, as when Wayne was buried, it was a bunch of cars, a crowd, and an open grave. In Kansas, I sat on the headstone of an ancestor who died long before I was born, out in the middle of nowhere, looking across the plains, and thinking about his life. Cemetery visits like that were not new to me, but this visit felt a little ominous. The rain had stopped when I arrived, but the grass was long and soaking wet. My shoes and pants got quite wet as I tromped around the cemetery for several minutes, looking for Wayne’s grave. It was also windy. I just looked at the video that I took at the cemetery.

When I finally found it, worn out from my long day of driving and soaking wet, something extraordinary happened. Instead of a somber moment at Wayne’s grave, suddenly, out of nowhere, I was overcome with waves of joy. I even began doing a jig. I never before or since had an experience like that. I was literally dancing on Wayne’s grave. That was Wayne, once again. I think that he was telling me to lighten up, and that even though his last years were hard, the task exalted his soul and he was doing fine.

About 20 years before that day in the cemetery, I had a reading with a famous Michael channel, and she told me that Wayne and I had what is called philanthropic karma, which is the karma that comes from being companions in performing great works on behalf of Creation. I think that helping the Fifth Epoch manifest qualifies, and Wayne is one reason why I keep doing this.

When we pass over, especially if we have lived loving lives, we will be met by loved ones, and I have repeatedly read that it is often one person, at least to start with. With Wayne, it seems to have been his mother. When I saw Dennis last year, I brought up that situation, he was sure that his wife would be his initial welcomer, and that next on his tour would likely be Jesus. That sounds about right. At this time, I wonder if my initial greeter will be Wayne.

Since that graveside event, I am not nearly as sorrowful as I used to be about Wayne’s ruined life and early death, and I think that that was Wayne’s intention.

But I do not want to bury anybody else whose life was wrecked because they got involved with me.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

I grew up in Ventura, California, after my father fled NASA in 1967 after the Apollo 1 fire. We lived there little more than a year before we had epic floods. Our street became a river. We lived next to the Santa Clara River, and it is usually a trickle that could be stepped over. In early 1969, the river was at least a quarter-mile wide and it wiped out bridges, wiped out Ventura’s marina, and killed more than a dozen people. For the next dozen years, it was drought or flood in Ventura. During my senior year of high school, in 1975-1976, it did not rain for an entire year. When I attended the university in San Luis Obispo, that first winter (1979-1980) it dumped rain for 13 days straight. My future wife lived in Ventura at the time, and her street was flooded, waist-deep. I doubt that I knew of El Niño and La Niña by then, but that is what caused those floods and droughts.

During the same months as those floods, I helped with the recovery of an oil spill that wrecked Ventura’s beaches and killed a great deal of wildlife. The next year, we had epic wildfires. A decade later, I got tar on my shoes from walking on a Santa Barbara beach. In 1974, my mentor’s engine began making the news and I got my first energy dreams. I lived in awesome air pollution in Los Angeles in the 1980s, working in the hell of Skid Row, which helped spur my efforts. I had no idea then of how it was all connected.

It was not until I began my days of study in the early 1990s that I became aware of the Global Warming issue, which is causing what today is called Climate Change. I have written on this issue at length, but I have not done a video on it yet. The science of how the Sun’s photons warm and cool Earth is not controversial among scientists who don’t work for oil companies. Carbon dioxide traps infrared photons, which is the primary driver of radiative forcing, which is the primary driver of Global Warming. The End.

I largely became aware of the Global Warming issue due to the efforts of Fred Singer and a handful like him who strenuously denied it. They all worked for fossil fuel interests, in a classic instance of Ed Herman’s junk science, and our corrupt media gave them a respectable hearing, to provide the illusion of controversy among scientists over Global Warming, when there really wasn’t one. No credible scientist denies the basics of Global Warming: it is primarily caused by humanity’s prodigious burning of fossil fuels. There is no other explanation for what is happening.

I did not study the mechanics of Global Warming that much until I began my paleology studies. No credible paleologist denies the role of carbon dioxide in Earth’s climate changes over the eons. Carbon dioxide from volcanism was the primary driver of a warming Earth (dinosaur days), and carbon burial was the primary driver of a cooling Earth (Carboniferous ice age). The poles were affected the most dramatically, with ice-covered poles in the ice ages and forests near the poles in the warm periods.

I have witnessed the dramatic shrinking of the glaciers in my home state. Behind me in this image from 2001 is where a glacier had rapidly disappeared. I did not know it at the time. That receding glacier (the White Chuck) used to be the leading image on Wikipedia’s article on retreating glaciers. Soon before he died, my uncle who introduced me to hiking expressed his awe at how rapidly Washington State’s glaciers had shrunken in his lifetime.

In 2000, Seattle had never had a day over 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I watched it hit 103 degrees in 2009, and then 108 degrees in 2021 (it was 112 degrees at my home), which likely killed a billion sea animals along our coast.

For the past generation, I have witnessed the same people who deny that we landed men on the Moon (with Flat Earthers in their ranks) also deny that Global Warming is happening or is caused by burning fossil fuels. They often deny that the Jewish Holocaust happened, think that Earth is less than 6,000 years old, because the Bible tells them so, and so on (they abound in the Yahoo! comment sections, if people want to see for themselves). I never found one of them to be scientifically literate, or they worked for hydrocarbon interests.

The last 11 years have been the 11 hottest on record, the last three are the three hottest on record, here comes a “super” El Niño, and Global Warming denial still plays in right-wing venues, while the sitting American president calls it a “hoax.”

The biggest immediate risk to humanity that I see from Global Warming is epic crop failures in which billions of people starve to death, which could well trigger nuclear wars. Longer-term, parts of Earth, such as the Middle East and American Southwest, may become uninhabitable in this century. Next year, one of Texas’s largest cities may completely run out of water. The so-called “solutions” from the likes of Bill Gates and friends are those that they plan to cash in on, as they all ignore the elephant in the room.

Instead of addressing these issues head-on, virtually everybody on Earth has their heads in the sand as they grind the axes of their in-group ideologies, which brings up Brian O’Leary’s question of whether humanity is a sentient species. We are about to find out.

Humanity has its toes over the edge of the abyss, led by the likes of the USA and Israel, and none of this needs to happen. I know how to end this nightmare, but I can’t do it alone. The technology for it is older than I am. I know who I am looking for. My approach will work, if I can find the people for it. If not me, then somebody else can do this, but I have yet to meet somebody like me (Brian may have been the closest), and nobody else on Earth is trying what I am. Time is short. For those that I seek, welcome. Together, we can right the ship.

Best,

Wade

[Servant Limestone]

Hi everyone:

I wrote a long piece in my Substack connecting Wade Frazier's framework to Byzantine history, Joseph Tainter's collapse theory, and what I think is the most honest analysis of where the energy transition actually stands.

It is quite long, which is why I refrain from posting the entirety here.

Sharing the link here.

Here is a good teaser.

In the end, the most honest thing to say here is that it may not even be in humanity’s hands at all that makes the Fifth Epoch happen. At “worst”, we may face the fact that the transition may not happen. We don’t know.

I am not trying to be a “doomer” here. It only looks like it from an activist-voluntarist standpoint because it looks like we cannot do anything. But Wade is honest about what stands between us and that energy transition, and it is NOT the “Global Controllers”. Wade “credits” us.

“Personal integrity,” he writes, “is the world’s scarcest commodity, and it is the primary reason why humanity is in this predicament. The antics of the global elites are of minor importance; the enemy is us.”

It is the collective failure of sentience and integrity that is not necessarily about moral character alone but about the failure of our collective consciousness itself in recognizing this issue. Scarcity conditioning runs so deep that most people cannot perceive the alternative even when it is demonstrated in front of them. The “cure”, as a result, looks like madness from inside the disease. The suppression holds not only because powerful interests enforce it but because the “suppressed” themselves have internalized the suppression and made it look like part of the natural order of things. Hence, the sentience required to receive the Fifth Epoch is immaterial in the most literal sense: it cannot be organized into existence, cannot be politically mandated, cannot be produced by structural change alone. It has to happen inside people first.

The current global elite are the symptom. They are the most visible expression of a species-wide failure of collective sentience and integrity that would reconstitute the suppression even if they were to disappear today.

This is a dramatic departure from orthodox Left politics - and even the “heterodox” ones - and worth sitting with honestly.

This is also a departure from the usual conspiracist analysis on the Right that wants to pin all the blame on the “elites”, failing to see the similarities that such an analysis provides with those ideological enemies “on the Left” that are purportedly agents of these shadowy elites. They are all of the same energy.

I wish you all well

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

When my pupil, Serg, made his first Substack post last year, I wrote about it. It has been a long wait, but he just made his next post. He had me read a draft of it, and I began weeping near the end of it. That post is what I mean by the choir. I have been privileged to know many people smarter than me, and Serg is one of them. Serg hit notes that I have not heard before.

His post can speak for itself, but I also have some observations to make. My previous post was on Global Warming and the coming El Niño, and Serg began his post by noting how his nation, the Philippines, is already being devastated. As I have written, the world’s non-industrialized nations are going be at most risk from a problem that industrialized nations have created, and I see epic crop failures as the biggest single risk.

In recent years, I have read quite a bit about the Byzantine Empire and its rise and fall. It was a pleasure to read Serg’s account of it. Serg used Joseph Tainter’s framework on collapsed civilizations and how the Byzantines managed a catastrophic decline in their food supply once they lost control of the Egyptian breadbasket, which produced the region’s most reliable crops. The region’s powers fought over Egypt’s agricultural bounty for millennia. On the shelves in my office are several books by Peak Oilers and others on what it means to run out of energy, with titles such as A Prosperous Way Down and The Upside of Down on the “positive” side, and more pessimistic titles such as The Party’s Over and Overshoot.

The Byzantines were an example of at least a temporary management of its energy decline. Serg astutely noted that the low-energy transportation lanes that fed the Byzantine Empire allowed it to survive for a millennium longer than Rome’s did, although, as Serg noted, Byzantium never really recovered from the sacking that the Fourth Crusade inflicted on Constantinople. But it took a huge, new cannon to finally breach Constantinople’s walls in 1453, which set in motion European attempts to outmaneuver the Ottomans, which led to the conquest of Earth by Europe, beginning with the Portuguese and Spanish.

Serg is far better read on Marxist literature than I will ever be, and his account of the dynamics of Byzantium’s survival and even a recovery was fascinating. All agrarian civilizations were fueled by crops, wood, and low-energy transportation lanes, almost always bodies of water, as water transport only used about 1-to-2% of the energy that overland transportation required. But agrarian civilizations were never sustainable, with their small energy surpluses, always subjected to the vagaries of weather, and the forest-to-farm-to-desert dynamic is very clear in the Fertile Crescent, as forests and soils were devastated, not to mention the wildlife.

Serg knows that the parasite class was a key part of civilizational collapses, and he noted how when that parasitism was reduced, the civilization had a better chance of surviving. Serg noted that the relatively egalitarian Byzantine “prosperous” society had far greater inequality than today’s USA. But as a Westerner, what was initially shocking, and then numbingly familiar in my studies over the years, was how grim life was in all preindustrial societies. No society can be romanticized in which half of its children died, which was a constant from gorillas to the Industrial Revolution. The daily brutalities of life in preindustrial societies are hard for comfortable Westerners to even imagine. That said, we all stand on the shoulders of those earlier Epochs, and the innovations of agrarian civilizations led to today’s industrialized nations. The fleeing of Byzantine scholars from Constantinople because of the Ottoman conquest hastened the rise of humanism and Europe’s Renaissance.

Serg’s discussion of the energetic framework of Byzantium is a classic instance of the discussions that my imagined “choir” will have. Serg then segued into an astute discussion of when the USA reached Peak Oil in 1970, had its first energy crisis in 1973-1974, and the cheap energy that had fueled humanity’s most prosperous era was over, the rise of neoliberal ideology (the worship of the “market”) was a complexity reaction to the loss of energy. As Tainter noted, complexity is funded by energy. What the USA is doing is typical pre-collapse behavior. The social programs of the Democratic “Left” are no longer viable, which is why the Democratic Party has gradually sold out to Wall Street and abandoned the working class that was its backbone.

Then came the section that made me weep. We are on the brink of what I call the Fifth Epoch, any my primary task is just getting the people that I seek to imagine it. That is all that I am doing right now. Once they can imagine it, then it will be time for the love and enlightenment approach to ushering in the Fifth Epoch and a healed humanity and planet.

Serg described my imagined choir in a way that I had not heard of before, to wit: “But the general idea is that these are the people whose accumulated refusal to dismiss what they know that makes the Fifth Epoch impossible to permanently prevent.” The next sentence is: “And then it will go on from there through how the choir may create further fissures within the global elite that will create the opportunities for disclosure, etc.” Wouldn’t that be nice? I am not counting on that, but it could well be an outcome. It could happen that way. But it takes a choir.

Serg’s next paragraph echoes my opinion that electoral politics (which I also call retail politics) is useless for this Epochal task. Serg then weighed in on Steven Greer’s efforts, as he wished Greer the best but he thought that the “ship has sailed” for such approaches. That may be true.

I am no Marxist scholar, but have done my fair share of study on the topic. The Marxian ideal is realized in the Fifth Epoch. But as my metaphysical mentor Seth said, the means become the ends, and every step toward the ideal has to be worthy of it. Marx lived in brutal times, and his advocacy of “revolutionary violence” to me, was his Achilles heel, which arises from materialist perspectives. Materialism will die in the Fifth Epoch, just as all of today’s dominant ideologies will, as they are all understandably rooted in scarcity, and a world of abundance makes them all obsolete.

It was not until I created my Epochal framework and studied for and began writing my lifetime’s most ambitious essay that it became clear to me that nobody ever saw the next Epoch coming until now. Until now, the next Epoch was simply unimaginable. Serg understands that each Epoch was based on its energy practices, and societies adapted to them, which he called: “’Normal’ historical materialism.” I didn’t understand that that was what I was doing. Also, it was not until the past several years, as I studied the rise and fall of more than a dozen agrarian empires, hunter-gatherer lives, more about chimps, that I came to understand how prior Epochs are also hard to comprehend. The lives of people in prior Epochs were so radically different from what Westerners are familiar with that those earlier lives were similarly hard to imagine, even though we have people partly living in those Epochs today. I eventually realized that almost nobody can think beyond their Epoch, either forward or backward.

But the Fourth (industrial) Epoch is very young, with plenty of “cultural momentum” from the Third (agrarian) Epoch, such as the USA’s largely rural “red” states. Most of humanity still lives in something like the Third Epoch, which is a big reason for the conflicts that we see on Earth, as Fourth Epoch peoples have dominated Third Epoch peoples. I regularly see Westerners stand in judgment of admittedly barbaric practices in agrarian nations, but those are features of agrarian nations. The West only recently left those practices behind, and far from fully, when it industrialized. Women were oppressed in all agrarian civilizations, and they are still fighting their oppression in the West, which comes in many forms, such as the current siege on abortion in the USA and the trans craze.

Then Serg discussed how what I advocate is really about developing a nugget of sentience that will inform a successful effort. He wrote that Italian communists kind of understood it.

Serg then discussed my journey’s primary lesson: personal integrity is the world’s scarcest commodity, and that I argue that it is deficits in our collective integrity and sentience that finds us in this situation. Serg’s discussion was part of what brought me to tears. I have called it “hooked on scarcity,” and Serg observed that people are so conditioned by scarcity that they simply cannot see beyond their scarcity-based conditioning, and that the change must “happen inside people first.”

Serg wrote:

“The current global elite are the symptom. They are the most visible expression of a species-wide failure of collective sentience and integrity that would reconstitute the suppression even if they were to disappear today.”

These are all ideas that can be found in my work, but to see Serg discussing them like he did was amazing (although not unexpected – I have been encouraging Serg for many years). Serg understands, like few ever have.

Serg wrote:

“Marxist materialism says that the owners of the means of production have a structural interest in suppression and the working class has a structural interest in liberation; the political question is how the latter organizes against the former. Wade’s framework does not necessarily contradict this, in my opinion, but it goes underneath it. Structural interest is insufficient because the consciousness required to act on that interest is itself suppressed across all social classes by the very scarcity conditioning that the Fourth Epoch produces in everyone it touches.”

Serg is articulating my work in ways that I never have, which is exhilarating to witness. If I may be so bold, what Serg is doing is similar to what I have seen many scholars do with Ed Herman’s Propaganda Model. They picked up Ed’s ball and ran with it. No scholar can ask for more. Ed’s Propaganda Model will be relevant as long as there is a capitalist media. I have discussed that I did not even realize that my Epochal framework was a structuralist model until recently. That is similar to how I did not know that I was a comprehensivist until I read some of Bucky Fuller’s work, after one of his pupils called me a comprehensivist.

I came to those understandings mainly via my radicalizing journey, not academia, although long years of study have also informed my work. But without my preposterous journey, none of the rest would have happened, and I would likely not have much worth saying.

I don’t want to reproduce the entirety of the last several pages of Serg’s essay, but it was a discussion of the core thrust of my work in a way that I had never seen before. Nuggets such as these abounded in the last pages:

• “The threshold towards joining the choir is interior and immaterial, which means it can be crossed from anywhere and is guaranteed from nowhere.”

• “It is through how we hold the knowledge that we have been given and pass it forward with integrity, which Frazier reminds us is rarer than we think and more consequential than we imagine. These small actions can collectively play a role in the shift of consciousness needed to bring the Fifth Epoch into being.”

• “The current situation is the reverse. The physical energy and matter dimension has already shifted since the technology already existed. The physical base is ready. But the consciousness dimension of the base has not shifted. The consciousness is still configured around scarcity assumptions produced by the previous Epochs of scarcity-energy organization. The consciousness-base is the one that is lagging behind right now because unlike the previous transitions, this is a shift from scarcity to post-scarcity.”

• “And I believe this is where Wade’s “choir” comes in as an accumulation of consciousness-base shifts that collectively makes it impossible for the door to the Fifth Epoch to remain closed.

Serg discovered my work many years ago, so he has had a long time to digest it, but I have never seen a more brilliant discussion of my work than in the last pages of Serg’s essay, which is what brought me to tears.

Not only is there enough meat in Serg’s essay to spur years of discussions, but there is something else very special about what Serg is doing. My experience is that the audience for my work has largely been confined to Westerners, particularly Americans. I think that the mental/experiential/social gap is too great for people in non-industrial nations to understand my writings on the Fifth Epoch (for those with Internet access and time to read). It is simply too far out for them, and they are too busy trying to survive. But Serg is doing it from the Philippines, which is a long way from being an industrialized nation, as is evident at the beginning of his essay. If somebody like Serg can do this, then the choir may well have many non-Westerners in its ranks, and I think that that is important. If Serg can achieve what he has regarding my work, then it expands the potential pool of choir members by billions of people. I only need 5,000 for my plan to work.

A hundred posts could come out of discussing the topics of Serg’s post. That somebody like Serg can achieve his understandings and articulate them so well gives me great hope that maybe my choir idea is not so crazy after all.
That is enough for this post, as I recover from the experience of reading the most brilliant exposition on my work that I have yet seen.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

A truly comprehensive perspective is not confined to our physical universe, which is partly why few scientists develop comprehensive perspectives. There is a mountain of evidence that physical reality and our senses (or extensions of them) tell only part of the story of our existence. I have constantly cautioned people about studying spiritual literature before they have had paranormal experiences. It makes all the difference in the world to have paranormal experiences before beginning to explore spiritual literature.

I’ll begin with some of my paranormal experiences or those that I witnessed. I was raised to be a scientist from the cradle. I read all of the paleontology books in my grammar school’s library by fifth grade.

The first crack in the façade of establishment science for me happened at age 12, when my family changed its diet from processed food to whole food to save my father’s health, which resulted in a health miracle. A generation later, after my radicalization, I learned that the book that inspired that change was banned in the USA for being contrary to biomedical dogma, but that book was right, dogma was wrong, and that book’s advice forms orthodoxy’s first line of defense today. I am surprised that I lived to see that. But I had not learned that about the medical establishment by the time I was 16. I was on the scientific track in school, I got my first energy dreams when my mentor’s engine began making the news, and I was developing a no-nonsense approach to the world.

Then came Silva Mind Control. My father had the family take the class in December 1974. The class was presented scientifically, as a way to consciously control our brainwaves. When awake, our brainwaves operate at about 21 cycles per second. The Silva course was 40 hours long at the time, comprised of about half lecture and half what I now know to be meditation exercises, accompanied by tape recordings that helped us attain a meditative state. Back then, galvanic-skin-response technology was becoming popular, so that people could witness evidence of their brain’s relaxation into slower brainwaves. Attaining the alpha state, at about half the cycles per second of the normal waking state, was a goal of our exercises. In deep sleep, the delta state predominates, and it can even go below one cycle per second.

We took the course over one week: four hours each evening on the weekdays, and two ten-hour days on the weekend. During one exercise, I fell asleep. During our exercises, the instructor told us that if we fell asleep, three touches on our shoulder would wake us up. All that I remember is being shocked awake by what I learned was his third touch, and I did not awaken for to the first two. That was my only warning about what was coming.

The meditation exercises became increasingly active and involved, as we imagined the mental exploration of inanimate objects, then plants, animals, and then people. The class’s final exercise was breaking into groups of three to “work cases.” The process was for each of us to identify a person with health problems, as our “case.” The point was to diagnose their problems and imagine their getting better. The process was for one person to act as the psychic (it went by another name in the class), and another person would read the information off the card that the third person had completed about their case.

My case was easy to choose. My first employer, Isaac Brown, was injured on the same job that I cracked my ribs on, which ended my employment. Isaac got a nail in his boot that pierced his foot. But Isaac had diabetes and lost the feeling in his foot. He did not know that there was a problem until his infected foot virtually exploded one day, and he lost half of his foot. Isaac was black, from the poor part of Ventura. There was not a black family on my end of town in those racist days. I have an eidetic memory, and I still vividly recall seeing him write my paycheck one day. He lost the end of his right index finger in a likely accident, and that finger ended at the second knuckle. I remember watching his splayed hand write that check. But I did not even think of that finger as I wrote out my card, which I think only listed his diabetes.

My case was the first one that my group worked. The psychic was a white woman, probably around 30 years old. The class was held in Santa Barbara, an hour’s drive from Ventura. The way that cases were worked was that I gave my card to the moderator as the psychic closed her eyes and went into her meditative state. The only information on my card was Isaac’s name, age, sex, and city of residence. Being a scientist-in-training, I made sure to hide my card until I presented it to the third person, a man, who then read off: “Isaac Brown, male, age 43, who lives in Ventura, California.”

The Silva course was not marketed as a way to become psychic, but as a way to improve memory and creativity. I can’t say why that woman took the course, but I doubt that it was to become a psychic. The first ten seconds after that man read my card to the woman changed my life forever. Within a few seconds, the woman said, “I get the impression that he is black.” Then she held up her right hand and bent her index finger, while saying that he was missing the end of that finger. I did not write that on the card.

In that instant, I knew that the materialistic models of consciousness were false. There was no way that that women would have known a poor black man who lived an hour’s drive away. I sat there, stunned. I don’t even remember if she properly diagnosed Isaac’s diabetes, I was so floored by her statement about Isaac’s finger. I would never see the world in the same way after the first ten seconds of the first case that I participated in.

A little while later, it was my turn. There are many psychic techniques, and mine that day was the mentally put on the “head” of the person in my case, and feel what she felt. It can feel like you are making it up, but I went with what my imagination told me, and I said that she had a stroke that paralyzed her right side. I was right.

Back then, when people took the Silva Course once, they could sit in on future classes for free. One of my two best friends when I grew up took the course soon afterward. All sorts of psychic events happened. Our instructor taught us to read auras, and we all could. We would all see the same thing, such as what color the aura was (they could be gold, red, blue, etc.) and where it was most predominant (around the head, arms, etc.). My mother eventually got into reading auras. My father got into all aspects of the paranormal, and he was a highly gifted psychic. All humans have this ability, but it can atrophy from disuse.

That friend and I worked cases in my home one day, and I read one of his relatives. As I did the reading, my back suddenly arched like I was a hunchback. It stayed that way for the entire reading, and it was highly evident how I was hunched over. It felt very strange. When I got done, I asked my friend if it meant anything, and he replied that that aged relative was hunched over and could not stand straight. I had many events like those in those days.

Five years after my first paranormal experiences, Brian O’Leary had the same experience while performing the same exercise. It ruined him as a mainstream scientist, as he could no longer drink the Kool-Aid of materialism, which is the religion of mainstream scientists. What we did is called “remote viewing” today. Before Brian’s life-changing experience, Brian watched some of the world’s leading scientists spend their afternoons ridiculing accounts of the paranormal as they sipped their sherry. They were high priests who were defending their religion. Brian then knew better, and his remote-viewing experience was the beginning of the end of his career as a mainstream scientist.

I soon began reading spiritual literature, and my first influences were Seth, channeled by Jane Roberts, Richard Bach (who attended a Seth session, trying to understand how he wrote Jonathan Livingston Seagull, as a voice in his head told him that name as it dictated the book’s story to him), and I spent two years reading the Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ before going to sleep each night. The sense that I got of Jesus in that book was that he was a mystical master who in no way wanted to be worshipped. His mission was to show what the human potential is and remind us where we came from, as we are all divine children of the Creator.

When I went to the university, my roommate in the dorm, Robert, got cat-scratch fever in his arm and was about to be operated on. For ten minutes each day, for a week, I did “laying of hands” on his arm. When he saw his pessimistic doctor the next week, his cat-scratch fever had almost disappeared, to the doctor’s amazement. Almost 40 years later, Robert had me work on his son, who had a traumatic brain injury, and I did so each night for a week.

Immediately after college, Robert took Silva, and I am close friends with the instructor of Robert’s class. Robert and I were roommates in LA for a year, and one day I proposed an experiment that I had heard of. I bought two identical tomatoes. I put each in a glass of water overnight, but for one of them, Robert and I went into our meditative state and touched the outside of the glass that held a tomato. We mentally projected energy into that tomato. The next morning, I took the tomatoes out of their glasses and set them on a paper towel in our kitchen. After two weeks, the control tomato was a rotten mess. The tomato that we projected energy into looked nearly the same as on the first day. That tomato eventually began to shrivel as it lost its water. I finally threw it away after two months, as it had mummified, and finally got some mold on it. I eventually learned that our experience, of “mummifying” fruit, was typical.

That summer, I tried it myself with two identical strawberries. I did not put them in water, but just held the one that I projected energy into. I set them on my water container (I have drunk purified water since I was a teenager). When I came home from work the next day, the control strawberry was a puddle, while the one that I projected energy into looked the same. The next day, my “energized” strawberry had disappeared from atop my water container, and I guessed that Robert threw it away. A week later, I moved that water container, and sitting behind it was my strawberry. Robert must have knocked it off. Like that tomato, that strawberry still looked pretty good, and it was slowly mummifying like that tomato did. Brian did similar experiments with Marcel Vogel, and had similar results. What we experienced was typical.

In the Silva class, we were taught that for people terminally ill, working a case could either result in dramatic improvement and even recovery, or the subject would die in three days, as they used that energy to make a peaceful transition. I worked four cases like that over a couple of years, and they all died in three days. I had a hard time with that, feeling like an angel of death, and I did not do any more cases like that.

But in my LA days, I joined meditation and spirituality groups, and witnessed some amazing events. One old woman bent a spoon with her mind at one gathering. The woman who hosted that gathering became a close friend and even one of my investors with Dennis.

One day, that friend told me that a girl was dying of leukemia at a local hospital, and that several people would attempt to heal her. I went after work. The girl was 17, and her spleen was a big lump in her side. There were maybe five of us that evening, and we began laying on of hands, one at a time. When it was my turn, it was a highly emotional event. I went into my state, placed my hands on her side, and projected with all of my might. When in that state, our eyes often go into REM sleep mode, which I always did. It was an overwhelming experience for me, as my eyes went crazy and I felt heat pouring through my hands. One of the other healers said that I got “into it.” The girl remarked on how she felt the heat pour into her from my hands. I don’t scoff at videos of people who can create fire with their hands. I consider them adepts. I returned each evening, but it never felt like it did that first time. Something happened that first time, and while I later visited her, a whisper in my head said that she was dying. When I returned on the third day, her room was empty, as she died that afternoon.

I became close friends with her mother, Lori, for the rest of her life. I felt like a failure with her daughter, but Lori said that after my session, the atmosphere in that hospital room transformed from a place of fear into a place of peace and light, and her daughter had a peaceful transition. Lori had a fractured neck vertebra from an automobile accident that did not heal properly. I did several hands-on sessions on her neck over the next year, and when I last saw her, a decade later, she said that she always thought that I had healed her neck, which healed after our sessions. A few years after her daughter died, Lori told me that she did not even believe in reincarnation, but her daughter seemed to reincarnate as her niece.

On the way out to Boston, to chase Dennis Lee across the continent, I spent time with friends and family in Southern California, and I attended my first channeling session, by somebody else who channeled Seth, in which the channeled entity read my mind. He let me know it in a way that entertained us. I attended about 50 sessions by that channel in later years, and the channeled entity never did that again: he did not need to. It was his gift to me for my enthusiasm.

I met my future wife in another otherworldly way, as I recognized her in the instant that we met, and I told her so. I have not done that in my lifetime, before or since. She lived two blocks from where my first girlfriend lived, in one of the many larger-than-life moments of my lifetime. That was one of many instances of my “friends” at work.

I befriended a different channel, and one day the entity told me that I had a strong contract for a once-in-a-lifetime event, and it happened later that day. I had an earlier session with that channel, in which the channel asked to realign my spirit with my body. When I assented, I was immediately overcome with what I now know was extreme vertigo, which is the only time in my life when I had vertigo.

I was around many events like those in those years, but the most spectacular for me was the voice in my head that changed my studies from science to business, as it answered a desperate prayer. Eight years later, it came through again when desperately asked for, which sent me straight into Dennis’s company. Even I sometimes have a hard time believing that happened. I recently discussed the third time that I heard from that voice, amid amazing paranormal experiences, and I was not happy with the voice that time.

In 2005, I made my first visit to Mount Adams to watch UFOs fly over, and I was treated to a spectacular display in which the craft seemed interact with the mind of my host. The next year, a craft seemed to interact with mine.

In 2010, I was invited by one of Brian’s colleagues to swim with wild dolphins in Hawaii, and after a few minutes of my Wade’s World talk (and my guide asked me to lower my voice), the dolphins arrived for a spectacular encounter that my guide had not witnessed in 20 years of guiding dolphin encounters. I think that dolphins like the idea of free energy. I hung out with the dolphin community a little, they considered dolphins their friends, and I heard accounts of how they read minds.

My otherworldly “friends” have not let me off easy in this lifetime, with horrors and miracles that I can tell that they orchestrated. It is what what I call being on “special assignment” looks like. I have no regrets, but it has been far from easy.

This post recounts only some of the paranormal experiences that I have had in my lifetime. I have not attended a channeling session in more than 30 years, and it has been at least 20 since my last psychic reading. On my desk is my tarot deck (which Dennis’s assistant introduced me to). Robert’s widow wants a reading, as she says that I performed an amazingly prescient reading for her a generation ago. I just read the cards.

For more than 50 years, I have had all manner of paranormal experience, and I have witnessed many others. It was only after that initial experience in the Silva class that I began exploring spiritual literature. There is actually a great deal of scientific evidence of the paranormal, and that comes next.

P.S. I am not kidding: just as I finished readying this post for publication, my wife came into my office with the news that a close friend died today, a friend that I was thinking of just yesterday (he comes up on my desktop/screensaver, along with 4,000 other photos), whom I wanted to see one day soon, if I could afford it. I strongly doubt that this was a “coincidence.” Then, literally a few minutes later I got an email from a pal with overwhelming synchronicity, both the good and the bad. Something is up with my life right now. My “friends” are active, and I am almost bracing myself for what comes next.

Best,

Wade