WADE FRAZIER : A Healed Planet

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Freeknowledge:

Symbiosis, predation, parasitism – these are all worthy subjects of study. I doubt that we need parasites, but I could be wrong. I get into their developments a bit. Oh boy, Dennis is no scientist, and is far from the best candidate to explain the technologies that he promotes. Way back in 1990, after I moved to Ohio, I spent a month or two of my “spare” time studying thermodynamics, Mr. Mentor’s and Fischer’s patents, literally following the working fluid through each component of the patent drawings, etc. That was time very well spent, and those studies also allowed me to much better understand Dennis’s heat pump. IMO, those kinds of deep dives are essential for developing comprehensive understandings of the issues.

I’ll be here if you want to discuss any of it.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I am working long hours, which will last for at least the next few weeks, so my postings are going to be relatively terse. I don’t have the time this morning for the post I would like to write, so it will be one of the observations on my list that I planned to make, which I will expand on later.

When I chased Dennis out to Boston, I did not even know how the heat pump worked, but I learned fast, and a couple of months later, when I became his partner, the magnitude of what we had stumbled into and pursued began to become evident, which challenged my ego. We soon drew Godzilla’s full attention, beginning with the friendly buyout offer, and a couple of zeroes were added the next year, before we had the boom lowered on us.

When the dust cleared a couple of years later, I hit the books, and a dozen years later (with about four years devoted full-time to the effort), I created my site as it largely stands today (the major essays, other than my big one, were all written by then), but that was before I encountered Bucky Fuller, when the paradigm that I had been groping toward for many years finally crystallized. It took another dozen years before I was able to complete the studies that resulted in my big essay, and align the rest of my site with it. I’ll be updating that essay, like a college textbook, for probably the rest of my life.

But it was not until about five years ago that the truly Epochal significance of FE began to become clear to me. That is how long it took me to really begin to get it, so I am sympathetic to people who encounter my work and say, “Energy, so what?” But, if they are not willing to do the work to learn, “Energy, so everything,” then they are not who I am looking for. I am not judging those who walk away, in various levels of denial and disinterest, or even those who go on the offensive, as they defend their in-group and worldview from the perceived affront of my work. They will begin to wake up when FE is delivered into their lives, along with the rest of humanity. I seek those who can help, and I know that they will be needles in haystacks, and they will need my help, at first, so that what I am saying really begins to sink in. Imagining the next Epoch before it arrives, as a way to help it arrive, has never been done before in the human journey, and it won’t be easy.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

A post in another forum spurred a reply that is appropriate for the current series of posts. Here it is.

Hi Adam:

On Mr. Young Engineer’s balance point exercise, it allows me to get a little technical. Dennis was completely correct that Mr. Young Engineer’s balance point presentation would be meaningless as a customer presentation. For systems engineering, balance point exercises can be useful, but homeowners only wanted to know if they would save money, and Dennis’s Systems for Savings program took away even that concern.

Not only was the entire thrust of Mr. Young Engineer’s balance point exercise misguided, but he also did it incompetently. I don’t plan to write a series of posts like this again, and am taking the opportunity to put in more documentation, especially test results. Mr Young Engineer’s test results that I recently added is Exhibit 1 for the point I am about to make. If you look at his stats, he mentioned cloudy and 68 degrees ambient for the test. But if you look at those test results that I added for that Arizona lab, you can see that the COP varied with the panel angle, and they also gave the wind velocity. Back in 2014, I added the rest results from one of the most famous tests of that equipment, and you can see the COP doubling in the daytime.

The panel’s absorption of direct solar radiation gets photon energy to the inside of the panel, where the refrigerant absorbs it, and is independent of air temperature. Also, the more photons, the greater the absorption, which is why that Arizona lab’s data varied with panel angle, as more photons will hit the panel the better that it faces the Sun. That is why high noon is the hottest part of the day. That is why many flowers follow the Sun as it crosses the sky.

Also, wind increases the heat exchange, and the faster the wind, the greater the performance boost. There are also other performance variables, and Mr. Young Engineer did not put any of them into his model, but just had ambient air temperature. It was just another reflection of how ignorant he was. He was about my age, not long out of college, and when Dennis walked into that bank’s factory, and Mr. Young Engineer was building the systems based on the original LamCo patent, and had his nose in his textbooks, Dennis had to shake his head.

Dennis eventually hired Mr. Young Engineer, but Dennis was constantly trying to educate him. If you studied the system and why it performed so highly, one measure was the gas pressure coming from the panels. It was twice as high as normal refrigeration systems or heat pumps, which is why its output was twice the BTUs that the components were rated for. To Mr. Young Engineer, that doubled pressure was not the secret of its success, but a danger to the system, so he put in a valve to reduce the pressure coming from the panels. That was going to kill the system performance. Mr. Young Engineer would happily destroy thousands of dollars of energy savings to reduce the load on the compressor (gas pump). It was that kind of stupidity that Dennis had to fight with Mr. Young Engineer, as Dennis had to reverse his ignorant design decisions.

The epitome of Mr. Young Engineer’s many mental blocks was when he testified that a four horsepower system could not generate more than 48,000 BTUs an hour, and then was shown his own test results showing a performance of double that. That is how stuck in his textbooks he was, unable to think past them, even with test results in hand that he performed.

That illustrates what Mr. Mentor told me long ago, in that the vast majority of engineers are plodders, without any creative ability or insight. They can be given a bunch of equations to crank out, but don’t ask them to think very deeply about the exercise that they were given, or the meaning of the numbers, or come up with an original idea, because they will be unable to. Only about 1-2% of engineers really have much creative talent, the kind that invents. As Bucky Fuller noted, only one-in-100,000 technically trained people will make the technological breakthroughs that move humanity forward, but that they will be enough. And this is part of the free energy (FE) conundrum: very few technical types are going to independently stumble into FE technology, and they are easy to take care of, one-at-time, working in their labs, garages, and workshops, trying to get rich and famous, etc. Godzilla’s bag of tricks has easily kept that threat at bay. The same paths of failure have been doggedly pursued by FE inventors and scientists for about a century, with each one being either ignorant of the fates of his/her professional ancestors, or their egos have deluded them that they somehow have something the others didn’t, which will see them succeed when tens of thousands of others failed. It is like those young men about to go into battle.

Anyway, thanks for bringing up your balance point exercise, which I am sure was highly useful, unlike Mr. Young Engineer’s exercise.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

The bots must be crazy. Lately, this thread has generated thousands of hits a day, probably all from bots, and this thread passed 1.2 million views yesterday. I have documented each 100K views since this thread began, and plan to continue to do, unless this bot things gets even more out of hand.

Best,

Wade

[Krishna]

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)
Symbiosis, predation, parasitism – these are all worthy subjects of study. I doubt that we need parasites.

I was just thinking about how parasites shaped our evolution. Just like our violent social past shaped us. The largest deaths of humans were caused by disease, it was interesting to read theories about what imprint it left on us. I could spot errors in the book, one in which the author speculates that sex evolved to avoid parasites. (I think this is unlikely given the distant evolutionary past of Eukaryotes)

Oh boy, Dennis is no scientist, and is far from the best candidate to explain the technologies that he promotes.

Mr. Mentor’s[/URL] and Fischer’s patents, literally following the working fluid through each component of the patent drawings, etc. That was time very well spent, and those studies also allowed me to much better understand Dennis’s heat pump. IMO, those kinds of deep dives are essential for developing comprehensive understandings of the issues.

The video by Dennis was very useful for me, he makes a few mistakes on the science. Even so because of the novelty of heat pump, and fischer engine both of which he explained. It allowed me understand the systems better, still struggling to fully understand.

Do you have a link for the patent of Fischer Engine?

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Freeknowledge:

Fischer’s patents are easy to find, and this is the one I studied (it was granted a couple of weeks before Dennis was arrested). He is still alive, and lives in China now. He is an old man, probably about 80 now. Yes, you can get the gist of things from Dennis’s talks, but he often botches things, from a scientific/technological perspective. Heat pumps and heat engines are definitely worth studying, but poor cousins to stuff like Sparky’s, and Godzilla left heat engines behind long ago.

Yes, sexual reproduction began about a billion years ago, long before there were multicellular organisms. But sex may have been a response to predation, which is related to parasitism.

I didn’t realize that the book was new. Edward O. Wilson blurbed it, so I ordered it. I have seen plenty of parasite debate over the years, so I’ll read it with interest.

Yes, so many influences have stamped themselves on our evolutionary journey, and hence, biology. Everything co-evolves.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

This post will be about my exit from Seattle to chase Dennis. The biggest run at alternative energy in the USA’s history was over. Nothing like what Dennis did in Seattle has been tried before or since, especially to the extent that a corrupt industry mobilized all of its resources to wipe out the threat. I did not learn many of the lessons of Dennis’s Seattle experience until years later, partly because I missed most of the fireworks and came in on the end of it. To me, what Dennis did in Seattle and earlier, when he got involved with the LamCo heat pump, was his most interesting work, with what came after it less so. To be sure, chasing FE is no small beer, but in Seattle, Dennis was putting equipment on the market, which no FE scientist/inventor/businessman has ever come close to doing. Dennis’s Seattle experience can provide many lessons, for those able and willing to learn from them.

As we will also see in Boston and Ventura, there were never any complaining customers of note in Seattle (“We’ll put the world’s best heating system on your home for free” – nobody complained about installation delays). The “consumer protection” laws and their enforcement are there to protect the rackets, not the consumers. That is how dark pathers operate, posing as beings of the light, and most people are easily sucked in, played like violins, as their self-interest, naïveté, gullibility, and other deficits are exploited (naiveté can be cured through experience, but not most of the other deficits, at least in the same lifetime). What I saw in Seattle was only a gentle preview.

As I have noted, Dennis’s memory is not as good as mine, and more than once, I had to quote from his own writings to remind him of how he saw things in the past, as he would develop a somewhat creative memory of events. One of those areas was regarding the theft of his Seattle company. When Southwick and pals stole Dennis’s company, in a way, Dennis was relieved. Dennis later denied that to me, and I had to point him to his own book, My Quest, and his own words, to remind him how he felt in those days.

The gangsters in Washington would make sure that nothing that Dennis did in Seattle would come to fruition, as they would continue to attack his efforts (and they have to this day, incredibly). When Dennis was finally run out of his home state, with nothing but the clothes on his back, from a $50 million net worth less than a year earlier, he felt liberated, leaving Seattle with nothing, just as he arrived less than two years previously. Because Mr. Financier also had his company stolen before they stole Dennis’s, and the stock that Mr. Financier gave Dennis for that house was valid, Southwick and pals almost certainly feasted on Dennis’s house in Bellevue, among their other depredations. In Boston, I questioned Dennis about leaving everything behind like that, and he replied that it would have been a nightmarish battle to retain any of it, not to mention the attacks from the electric companies’ minions, so it was better to just walk away from all of it. He wished the thieves well, as they would have to settle up with God one day, and staying right with God has been at the top of Dennis’s priorities since that voice first spoke to him.

In December 1985, Dennis had hundreds of employees, as they heroically got those systems installed by year-end (and Dennis survived at least one murder attempt back then, which was partly why he had a bodyguard when I met him (along with the death threats)). By August of 1986, I was the only one left who wanted to be involved with Dennis, to extent of chasing him across a continent. I was flat broke by the time that I convinced Dennis to let me chase after him, and had to move back in with my grandparents, get a temporary job (making a whole $6 per hour), to save up enough money to chase Dennis across the continent. And here is where my “friends” twisted in their daggers one last time. Leaving Seattle to chase after Dennis was about the hardest thing I ever did. Moving there, when the voice told me to, was my fourth attempt to live in Seattle in the previous six years. Instead of going to work for Microsoft, which I have little doubt that I could have done, as they did their IPO (and I would have become fabulously rich before long), I starved and chased my teenage dream. It was the first time that I passed up big money to chase my dream, and I have had five such episodes now, but I have no regrets.

So, there I was in Seattle, my Shangri-La, and now I was getting ready to leave it, to chase that dream, and I was still reverberating from the lightning bolt. When I met Dennis, I soon moved out from my grandparents’ home and lived in the Eastlake District. My roommate was an aspiring writer, who moved to LA a few years later and never left. I am a character in one of his books. He had a writing partner, and he mentioned his partner’s roommate often enough, named Kate (not her real name), who also lived in one of Seattle’s many charming neighborhoods. When Dennis finally told me that I could chase him, after trying to dissuade me, I was broke, had to move back in with my grandparents, and got that temporary job at an insurance company’s headquarters, in a high-rise building that perhaps a thousand people worked at. My roommate told me that Kate worked there, and that I should look her up.

There I was, working as a temp, to save up enough money to chase after Dennis, and the last thing that I needed to do was look up Kate, and I never did something like that, anyway, being the introverted nerd that I am. But I worked on the sixth floor or so (I was doing some system design and implementation for them), and when I had to visit one of my colleagues on that project, I had to go to the basement, and in a cubicle that I walked past sat a woman who looked kind of like that girl that I had a crush on in high school. About once a week, I passed by her cubicle, and of the thousand people in that building, I was attracted to that woman in the cubicle, whose name was Kate. After I had been there a couple of months, I visited my old roommate (we stay in touch to this day, and I helped support him at times, in his starving LA days, and that is another story), and he asked if I had looked up his partner’s roommate Kate. The woman in that cubicle was that Kate! Do you want to name those odds? It blew me away. Kate used to work for my supervisor at that insurance company, my roommate told his partner, and a day or two later, my supervisor was introducing me to Kate at my desk.

I was about a month away from chasing after Dennis, and Kate and I had lunch one day, about two weeks before I left. I was leaving. As I look back, I guess that we were feeling each other out, but in my conscious mind, although I was attracted to her, I was just having a friendly lunch with somebody in my extended circle (I came to know my roommate’s writing partner, as he came over to our apartment regularly, we played basketball together, watched movies together, and the like), and getting ready to leave town. Maybe she would become a friend (I have had many platonic relationships with women over the years).

I spent that autumn storing my few belongings in my grandmother’s basement in Bellingham, and made more than one trip to Ellensburg to Mr. Engineer’s barn. That beat up station wagon that Dennis drove over the Cascades in two years earlier was in that barn, and in that car (which we brought to Ventura, by the way) held Dennis and Alison’s few meager possessions. I retrieved some clothing, the records that I wheedled away from the Mormon “loyalist,” and Alison’s most prized possession, her guitar.

When all was in readiness, I rented a trailer from U-Haul, and on Halloween (October 31), a Friday that year, I planned to drive from Seattle to Boston, towing that trailer behind my Pinto wagon. I went home to Ventura to get my car maintained, see friends (and I met Seth during those two weeks). My roommate and his partner were performing a comedy routine at a club that evening (they produced a comedy pilot show the next year), and I was invited to be there, as was Kate, but I had my date with destiny, wished them the best, and went and rented my trailer.

However, there was a small problem. I was planning on attaching the trailer to my car’s fender, but the U-Haul store said that it would not work and would be dangerous (as it would rip my fender off, especially for a cross-continental trip), and they would have to weld a mount onto my car’s frame to hold that trailer. They could not do it on that Friday afternoon, and I would have to come back on Monday. Having that hitch attached drained most of my travel fund (I also had to get work in Boston to pay some bills incurred on that move, such as renting that trailer), but I was free to attend my roommate’s show that evening, and you can imagine the rest. I sat at the same table as Kate, we went to her home after the show, and I spent the entire weekend with her, and drove from Seattle on Monday evening in tears, with my heart torn out. It may have been the hardest thing that I ever did. That was one of the most spectacular manipulations from my “friends,” and I see it today as their final “test” for me (like rescuing that hooker was a test before meeting Dennis). Colleen Smith killed herself, with Bill’s help, on Halloween of the previous year.

It was events like that that made me more than a little unhappy with my “friends,” as they continually threw events like that at me, seemingly to see what I would do. They could also “reward” me, but far more often they were tests that came before very traumatic events. It is not fun to be “chosen” this way, and I am a little tired of those manipulations, but I can also tell that they are not finished with me. I have no doubt that the Kate situation was one of those astral plane “mating agreements” and a final test of my resolve before I chased after Dennis. I could have canceled my plans, stayed in Seattle, and married Kate. I think about that, and it was like being tempted by the devil. It would have likely ended badly with Kate, and what was about to happen never would have.

Of course, I told Kate that I would try to make a bi-coastal relationship work, and she wisely ended it. I had a bi-coastal marriage a decade later, also because of Dennis, and those days are like a bad dream to me today. But on that Monday, in tears, I left Seattle to chase a crazy teenage dream. If you had told me what I was in for, I would have never believed it.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

As I drove out to Boston in late November of 1986, what had I learned since the fateful day when that voice told me to move to Seattle? For all that I had seen in my LA days, I was still a babe in the woods.

When I met Dennis, I was little more than a year removed from my partner’s admission of how worthless my profession was, although that did not fully sink in until 1988, when the issue had become a full-blown scandal, the first of several that I have now lived through and generally saw coming, with more on the way.

I subscribed to the Christian Science Monitor in my LA days, to complement my daily reading of the Los Angeles Times, thinking that I was digesting some high-brow, thoughtful, information. After being with Dennis for only a few weeks, I saw that lying TV segment, but I was still so green that I did not begin to appreciate what a Big Lie that news segment was until later, when I began to learn the history of that heat pump and Dennis’s involvement. Dennis actually testified in Washington D.C. about Carter’s tax credit’s lack of performance requirements, and he was appointed to a committee to write a better law. So, that TV segment was in the Big Lie category and a very consciously lying effort, not just sloppy journalism. They ignored the 99.9% of the buyers who got their tax credit because they followed Dennis’s instructions, found one idiot who didn’t do it right, was initially denied, and he became their sole example of why the heat pump was a scam and did not qualify for the credit. That news segment was criminally libelous, and the first of many like it that attacked Dennis for many years afterward, which included several nationally televised shows.

Dennis had told me some of what Bill the BPA Hit Man had done, and Colleen Smith’s death deeply affected Dennis. But I did not really begin to understand Bill’s involvement until later, when I began to learn what I had missed in 1985. Bill is a corporate hit man who protects the rackets, is active to this day, and killing people just comes with the job and might earn him some bonus money. That the legal system not only protected him during his crime sprees, but was his active accomplice in committing more by using the legal system as a weapon, which even extended to the federal court in Seattle, was not something that I learned until much later. I witnessed plenty of events in Seattle, but did not understand their full meaning. That is not unusual, and I have encountered many witnesses to historic events who really did not understand what was happening, as they did not see the bigger picture.

When I put together Dennis’s books in Seattle and signed an affidavit about what I did, I had no idea that I had history in my hands, or that to this day I would write about the many shameless people who blatantly lie about those days, people who are big names.

I learned many lessons in Seattle, but was really just getting a taste and gentle preview of what was ahead of me. What you could not have convinced me of during my first weeks with Dennis was the very people that I worked with would not only help engineer the theft of Dennis’s company, but that most of the others cheered the theft. To top it off, when there were only about ten of us “loyalists” left after the company was stolen, you could not have convinced me that not only was I the only one left by the end of the next month, but that only two of those “loyalists” dropped out with honor, and several of them tried to extort money from us the next year, led by Mr. Inventor. Those were the eye-opening events of my days in Seattle, when I began to learn that personal integrity was the world’s scarcest commodity. That was the chief lesson and booby prize of my journey, and I resisted it every step of the way.

While driving to Boston, I had just finished the best hiking year of my life (I am going hiking in less than an hour, and will do it until I can’t do it anymore, which I hope is at least 30 years away), and I was still in the happiest year of my life, and that would continue until after our first series of Greatest Energy Shows on Earth had ended. After those halcyonic days, it began to get very dark. By the end of 1988, I had reached the nadir of my life’s journey, but that was all ahead of me, and as I drove to Seattle in March 1986, or drove to Boston in November 1986, you could have never convinced me of what was ahead for me.

As I drove out to Boston, I still did not even know how the heat pump worked. I had been hit by the lightning, was sold on Dennis, and was chasing my dream.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Attached are pics from yesterday’s hike with a couple of pals. One pal is taking close-ups lupin and having a sniff. One was taken from 100 yards away, of a mother bear and her cubs. The cubs were playing with each other. It was a magical day.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

I am attaching a still image from video footage that I took. It is not easy to see, but to the right of mama bear, the two cubs are playing, with one on its hind legs. Again, magical.

[Krishna]

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)
Fischer’s patents are easy to find, and this is the one I studied

Heat pumps and heat engines[/URL] are definitely worth studying, but poor cousins to stuff like Sparky’s, and Godzilla left heat engines behind long ago.

Thanks Wade, any theories about the efficiency of Fischer Engine and Mr. Mentor's engine?
I am assuming 80% efficiency. Heat Pump and Fischer Engines independently seem revolutionary, put them together and the possibilities seem endless.

I can imagine what FE would be, Epochal. People kill for small money, countries go to war over oil and other resources. No wonder Godzilla stops at nothing to suppress FE.

The choir has to be a social and sentience movement. Sentience comes first, but the social aspects are a multiplier.

[Wade Frazier]

Thanks Freeknowledge.

I will come to those issues as this narrative continues, and some of them very soon. The bottom line is that classical thermodynamics says that it can’t be done, but others have disputed that idea. IMO, sociality is not really going to help FE manifest, if by sociality you mean what makes people social: survival. Survival consciousness is not going to get us there. But truly sentient beings, with the combined positive intention of achieving the goal, which is not going to be the usual egocentric bait of riches and fame, being Messiahs, and the like – now, that is a horse of a different color, which has never been seen on Earth before. That is what I am trying to initiate, and I am sympathetic to those who cannot really glimpse what I am writing about, even for those few who really try to understand.

I am advocating something that has never happened before, even remotely. The closest thing that I know of is Bucky Fuller’s work, and we will see how it goes.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

After seeing friends and family for a couple of weeks, meeting Seth, and getting some much needed maintenance and repair done on my 1973 Pinto wagon (which I had for 18 years, until a neighbor ran into it, parked in front of my condo, and wrecked it beyond repair; my wife witnessed the collision, and the policeman gave me a ticket, as if I was in the wrong, which I contested in court and won, for my life’s only legal “victory”), I drove from Ventura to Boston in four days. On Friday, about when I was driving through Oklahoma, Dennis was speaking at a Department of Energy (DOE) event in Boston. As I have stated plenty, Dennis was never “rebellious,” and mere months after being run out of his home state by the gangsters who run that state, there he was, trying to work with the DOE. The official who ran the DOE in New England actually came to one of our early Greatest Energy Shows, had the demeanor of a college professor, and politely asked Dennis during the audience Q&A when he thought that he could deliver free energy. Dennis, in his everlasting optimism, replied that he thought that it would take a year.

At the Friday DOE meeting, a man approached Dennis after his speech and said that he worked at a company that made electricity from hot water. He invited Dennis to their company’s facilities. Friday night, I slept in my Pinto at a rest stop in Tennessee, and the next morning, I drove for 24 hours straight (not wanting to stop and sleep in my car anywhere near the East Coast), to arrive in Boston on Sunday morning. Dennis and his family were living with the family of a salesman from Seattle who got his family involved in the business. They were greenhorns who really had no business doing that. The house became a historical landmark, as it was the first solar home built in Massachusetts, in the 1950s, by a man who worked at MIT. He was the family patriarch, but his wife was the matriarch who ran the show, and their son was the former salesmen of Dennis’s. They mortgaged that house to get into the business, to the tune of about $250K. I reconstructed their books after I got there, just as I did for Dennis’s Seattle company, and discovered that before Dennis arrived, they had spent that $250K with nothing to show for it other than the remaining Seattle inventory that Dennis sold them. As soon as Dennis arrived, he began his usual routine, and they were instantly cash flowing (meaning that they were bringing in as much money as they spent), but they were full of New English arrogance and fought Dennis every step of the way, treating him like some wayward salesman. That was typical behavior.

Dennis instantly saw that they were in way over their heads, and he doggedly tried to find a suitor to be his business partner, to buy them out and make them whole, but they fought Dennis the entire way and eventually went bankrupt, which was the standard story. At least a hundred companies came and went, trying to make a go of the LamCo heat pump, and they were one of the last of that line. Dennis is the only person who was ever successful, too successful.

I arrived at that solar home at around 8:00 AM, and immediately met Dennis. He called me an “anathema.” He meant “enigma,” and that was an example of how his vocabulary could go a little awry, and it also reflected his migrant farmworker roots. I told him about the lightning bolt that hit me in Seattle, and told him of Mr. Mentor’s influence. I was an enigma alright, but the mystery was solved a couple of months later, when I became Dennis’s partner. I have written plenty about Dennis and Alison’s Christian ways, and won’t belabor them, but I doubt that I knew much about their Christianity until that morning. Alison took me into their bedroom, and on their dresser was a painting that somebody had recently done (maybe Dennis, as he is also an accomplished artist), which was a scene from the New Testament, when that healed leper returned in gratitude, and the painting had the caption, “And only one returned.” It was referring to me, the only person from Seattle who chased Dennis out to Boston. Little did I know it, but I was already passing into the folklore of Dennis’s journey. I really did not know what to make of it, but Dennis believes that his “God” acted through me several times during his journey. I call it my “friends,” and that voice never identified itself to me, I have not always been happy with it, but I continue to feel my “friends’” influence to this day, and it is far from easy to be “chosen” in that way.

Whether I was an enigma, the one who returned, the boy hit by lighting, or whatever, it became very obvious how my “friends” were manipulating my life’s journey. The morning after I arrived in Boston, we put on our suits (I wore a suit-and-tie every day for the first dozen years of my career, until corporate America went “casual” in the mid-1990s, and this fat old man can no longer fit into those suits, and I dread the day that I would have to wear a suit again), and visited the company that made electricity out of hot water. Again, I did not even know how the heat pump worked yet, and while touring their company and watching their low-temperature turbine run was interesting, I had no idea what it meant, as far as our future went. As an aside, that company used river water as the condenser for their turbine, and their facility was almost certainly at the site of an early American watermill. I would not fully appreciate that until around the time that I wrote my big essay.

That family that took Dennis’s family and me in had an office in Woburn (they lived in Lincoln), and that is where I spent some days reconstructing their books, and a few months earlier, some heiress took an interest in Dennis, and was going to be his “angel,” and Dennis told her his life’s story over a series of days, videotaped it, and held up document after document to support his story. I watched the tapes in that office, and for the first time really began to understand what I was getting involved with. Nearly 30 years later, I was the audience, as Dennis described the recent years of his adventures, as he laid document after document on me, treating me like a historian, which I suppose I am, in ways.

After a couple of weeks of reconstructing those records, watching those tapes, playing chauffeur to Alison and her daughters (one vivid memory is driving Alison to her daughters’ school in freezing rain (the first time I had encountered such weather, being raised in Southern California)), as I learned to drive on snow and ice that winter, one evening, Dennis told me of his idea. That low-temperature turbine had an input temperature of about 200 degrees Fahrenheit, about the same temperature as the exhaust temperature of Dennis’s heat pump. Dennis told me that if he hooked up that turbine to his heat pump, that free energy was possible. That began our free energy odyssey.

Best,

Wade

[ThePythonicCow]

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)
The bots must be crazy. Lately, this thread has generated thousands of hits a day, probably all from bots,

The Russian Yandex search engine stepped up its game on 14 April 2016, going from about 22 hits per day on this thread before then, to over 400 hits per day on this thread after then. In the last two weeks, they ramped it up further, averaging over 5000 hits per day on this thread, and nearly 100,000 hits per day overall on the Avalon forum.

In the last two weeks, some 40% of the entire traffic to the Avalon website has come from the Yandex search bots.

[Wade Frazier]

Thanks Paul, for identifying the perpetrators!

[ulli]

Posted by Paul (here)

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)
The bots must be crazy. Lately, this thread has generated thousands of hits a day, probably all from bots,

The Russian Yandex search engine stepped up its game on 14 April 2016, going from about 22 hits per day on this thread before then, to over 400 hits per day on this thread after then. In the last two weeks, they ramped it up further, averaging over 5000 hits per day on this thread, and nearly 100,000 hits per day overall on the Avalon forum.

In the last two weeks, some 40% of the entire traffic to the Avalon website has come from the Yandex search bots.

Thanks Paul, that also explains the 20,000 hits the here and now thread got since yesterday morning. 100,000 in just two weeks. Had me baffled.

[ThePythonicCow]

Posted by ulli (here)
Thanks Paul, that also explains the 20,000 hits the here and now thread got since yesterday morning. 100,000 in just two weeks. Had me baffled.

Yes - Almost two-thirds of all accesses to the Here & Now thread in the last two weeks come from just two of the several Russian Yandex search bots.

[Krishna]

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)
IMO, sociality is not really going to help FE manifest, if by sociality you mean what makes people social: survival. Survival consciousness is not going to get us there. But truly sentient beings, with the combined positive intention of achieving the goal

I am advocating something that has never happened before, even remotely. The closest thing that I know of is Bucky Fuller’s work, and we will see how it goes.

I don't mean sociality for survival. We are social beings and the that sociality can be used for bringing out another Epoch. I have seen social movements up close, they are not sentient, and therefore not very useful, however I continue to look for people in those movements who can take another leap. One of my friends said that your essay is the theory of everything I hope to persuade him to read your essay.

Right or Wrong the Free Software Movement and more importantly its philosophy is difficult to comprehend, but I see the same social bonds among Free Software activists. Nobody can help another person understand Free Software, but once the message is in understood, sociality helps.

The choir in my thinking is a sentient social movement, you use different words but we mean the same thing.

I am still absorbing the implications of Energy (and FE), imagining the consequences boggles my mind.

On another note, I am surveying my friends homes to see how energy efficient they are. Forget Lamco heat pumps, forget recycling energy, they have separate systems for heating and cooling, and dont even reuse their existing heat pump that cools in summer for heat in winter. Come to think of it, maybe that is a good thing, their heat pumps give COP 2-4 and the heating is done by gas. Maybe it is cheaper that way. Still the whole home heating/cooling is poorly designed.

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

That winter of 1986-1987 ended the happiest year of my life, and it literally ended about exactly one year after it began, when I got hit by that lightning bolt. That first month in Boston was spent living at that family’s solar home, doing their accounting, watching those videos of Dennis’s past, getting to know Dennis and his family, and beginning to wrap my head around Dennis’s idea of how to do free energy.

Today, I am Uncle Wade to Dennis’s daughters, but Dennis understandably watched me around his daughters, a relative stranger who followed Dennis across the country, living under his roof. He obviously had had some bad experiences with taking in people like that. It was not until I saw Dennis in 2013 that he told me how carefully he watched how I behaved around his young daughters, who were ages six and eight that winter. I don’t know when he became satisfied that I was not a threat to his family, his daughters least of all, but I babysat them not long after we began living in a house together, so he must have become satisfied by then, which was around the time that I became his partner.

That family’s solar home was in a pastoral suburb, next to a pond that the family patriarch designed for the neighborhood, with the homes situated in a ring around it. One part was carved into what was about an Olympic-sized swimming hole that doubled as a hockey rink in the winter, which I walked on after it froze over (the first time in my life that I was on ice like that). It was my first real winter. That family took me to the family farm that the matriarch was raised on, on an island on Lake Champlain, on a weekend in early December, when I began what became the longest fast of my life so far, of 45 days. All that I had was a gallon of apple juice each day, which cost about $2.25. I did it partly because it was cheaper than eating. While it was the happiest year of my life, I had almost no income that year, and the yuppie lifestyle that I had left LA with was beaten out of me. I could live in a tent if I had to, and I spent many nights sleeping in the back my Pinto wagon over the years, with my sleeping pad and sleeping bag that I used for backpacking.

I also heard about what Dennis had been doing since he arrived in Boston, and it was a familiar story. He immediately began building a sales team, and his lead salesman tried to steal the company. That was not the only such attempt while we were in Boston. Another issue was the officials in Washington State. Betsy quit her career after her final confrontation with Dennis, as her conscience awoke when her nose was rubbed in her evil activities. But when tools such as Betsy are no longer useful, there are plenty ready to take her place, and a woman in the Attorney General’s office replaced Betsy as Dennis’s assailant. Over the years, I have seen her tell Big Lies about Dennis in the national media (such as the millions that he “stole” from people), and those who encountered her remarked on her hysterical shrieks about what an evil man Dennis was, as she nearly foamed at the mouth. Is she stupid enough to believe her lies? I doubt it. She is just one of the many zero-integrity individuals who populate the USA’s legal system, eager to ruin innocent lives on behalf of her patrons. I call her Ms. Pinch Hitter in my writings.

When Betsy quit the Attorney General’s office, she got a job teaching law school at a Seattle university ever since, and so has Ms. Pinch Hitter, at the same university, as an adjunct to her duties at the Attorney General’s office, where she still works as I write this. She is also a noted “philanthropist,” playing that dark pather game, pretending to serve the public interest and serve humanity, as she eats a plateful of humanity every day. Her public image is even more august than Mr. Deputy’s, who retired to a hero’s farewell several years ago, and whose annual pension is about $250K per hear. Working for the forces of darkness pays well and provides many “benefits,” for a time.

I bring up Ms. Pinch Hitter because running Dennis out of his home state was not enough. Just before he left, Dennis said that if he had stayed in Washington much longer, the police might have “found” a barrel of heroin in his bedroom closet. When Dennis left Washington, Ms. Pinch Hitter stalked him, spewing her toxic lies far and wide. She contacted the District Attorney’s office in Middlesex County, where that family’s office was in Woburn. Dennis had been there only a week or two when an investigator from Middlesex County’s District Attorney’s office swaggered into that family’s office. Enlightened by Ms. Pinch Hitter’s Big Lies, that investigator was convinced that he had the criminal of the century in his backyard, and among the many officious threats that he threw at Dennis that day, he said that he relished the day when he put Dennis behind bars.

You could not have convinced me of it at the time, but it is a little more honest on the East Coast than on the West Coast. That investigator launched a criminal investigation against Dennis, but could not find any laws that Dennis was breaking, and we left the state before they could come up with something. We discovered that in the discovery evidence in Ventura, in a statement that that investigator wrote the day after the raid.

While I was fasting, Dennis was beginning to stir things up. I made my first financial model, working all night long, at that family’s home, so that Dennis could make a presentation to some investors in Texas. An astronaut was on their board, and when Dennis’s finished his presentation, the astronaut said in disgust, “Hasn’t he ever heard of entropy?!” Actually, Dennis hadn’t, and before long this series of posts will get into thermodynamics. Dennis’s original idea was naïve, in more than one way. But I had no way to assess that at the time.

Just before Christmas of 1986, we moved out of that family’s home into a house in Winchester, which was a ten minute drive to that family’s new office in an industrial park, with a couple of offices in front and warehouse in the back.

I did not have enough money to pay the bills that I incurred by moving there, and in mid-January, 1987, I had to get a temp job to pay those bills (and buy my apple juice ), and I got a job at a Kennedy foundation, established in the name of JFK’s sister who got a lobotomy. It was run by Eunice, another of JFK’s sisters. I worked as a payables clerk. The Kennedys were regarded as American royalty in Boston, and generally revered or reviled by the people.

Dennis had been reduced to being a salesman for that family, but was trying to attract investors into bailing/buyout out that family, but the family fought and resisted him all the way. Any savvy businessman quickly realized where the talent was in that organization, and one of Dennis’s customers was not so interested in becoming partners with that family, but with Dennis.

Dennis was talking up his free energy idea, and that investor said that there were two kinds of entrepreneurs: those who wanted to get rich, and those who wanted to build something of lasting benefit to society, and he saw Dennis as the latter. I was making the only income in our household at the time, working for the Kennedy foundation, and Dennis was in discussions with that investor. I was going to keep working until Dennis raised the money, and then I would quit and help Dennis rebuild his next effort. That was really all that I was there for, to help out, and rehabilitating Mr. Mentor, who had long since retired, as an angry and bitter man, as all of his inventions had either been stolen or suppressed. He worked as a handyman.

On Thursday of that week, Dennis said that he was going to close on the investment on Friday, and he called Mr. Engineer, who had been waiting for seven months, to have Dennis make something happen, so that he could again draw a paycheck. Mr. Engineer got in his car and drove toward Boston, and by Saturday, he was on the Great Plains, heading our way. As I recall, it was an initial $2,000 or so from that investor that allowed us to move into that house, and Dennis had just made a rent payment to the landlord with that money, and Mr. Engineer had been promised $500 per week to come work for us.

I am trying to remember exactly what I was thinking at that moment. I really had little idea how Dennis was going to make things happen. I had not seen him perform his magic act of building an effort from nothing, and just wanted a front-row seat and be able to help. I certainly did not begrudge Mr. Engineer’s getting paid, and kept fasting. I was on day 36 of that fast, on Friday the 16^th of January. I came home from work, Dennis came home late that evening, and I asked if I should quit that temp job and start helping him rebuild, and he said that the investor was getting cold feet, Dennis did not close the deal, and that I should keep working for the Kennedys, but that he would know more tomorrow.

On Saturday morning, Dennis told me more of the details. That investor not only got cold feet (the magnitude of what Dennis aspired to scared that investor, who began fearing for his life if he got involved with Dennis), but he pulled a strange move. He gave Dennis a check for a couple thousand dollars as part of his initial investment (I believe that his first check allowed us to move into that house), and asked for one in return, as “security.” It was rather strange, but by Saturday, it became clear why he asked for that “security” check: he cashed it at Dennis’s bank. So the rent check and first check to Mr. Engineer were going to bounce, for starters, because of that investor’s betrayal, and Dennis was high and dry. Dennis was going to have to do some fast talking with the landlord (who lived on the property with us, in his own house) to keep a roof over our heads, and my paycheck would probably be all that kept food on the table (or juice ).

As Dennis told me about what the investor had done, for the first time, I asked about the details of the deal that the investor had backed out on. Dennis said that the investor was going to put up $20K to be Dennis’s 50/50 partner. I had seen what Dennis had going in Seattle, and I worked for no paycheck in Seattle for months, for the promise of a tiny fraction of stock in the company. That investor would get half of what Dennis was going to build for $20K. Wow.

We were all at home that Saturday, and Dennis later wrote in My Quest that he was so high and dry that that was when God always appeared with some miracle to bail him out, and Dennis really needed it then. I thought about that situation for a couple of hours, and then asked Dennis if there was any requirement for that investor, other than putting in $20K. Dennis replied that that was it. I then asked Dennis if I could become his partner if I invested $20K. Dennis later wrote that it was an effort to not laugh at me, a man who was fasting because it was cheaper than eating, and beginning to look skeletal. Little did I know it, but my life was about to radically change forever.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I am taking a break today from the tale of Dennis and me, and covering some recent reading. As I mentioned, I am reading Moral Origins, and I’ll provide my assessment at the end, but early in the book, the author defined the conscience as some socially constructed group norm (which is all about group survival), and violating it is what brings on pangs of conscience. If his definition does not grow beyond that by book’s end, I am going to be very disappointed. To me, a conscience is related to sentience and the recognition of the impact of our actions. If we harm anything, especially gratuitously, that is when our conscience, if it is developed, will act. While in-group norms have their impact, sociality is pre-sentient behavior, and sentience is something different. We’ll see how the book fares in my eyes, by book’s end. I’ll still use at least parts of it in my essay update.

I came upon an article on the Taino, which is a subject near and dear to me. I recently read an article on Peak Oil and Hubbert. There is a new biography published on him. I will have to read it. It is another subject that is very relevant to my work.

In light of our adventures in Seattle, it was no surprise to find that the ringleader electric company in running Dennis out of town is part of the FBI’s Big Brother surveillance systems.

Best,

Wade