WADE FRAZIER : A Healed Planet

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

As I have mentioned, my first alternative media and political literature was right wing, which the deputies seized, and perhaps the most common alternative political stripe that I saw from the Ventura days were Constitutionalists. They believed in the original intent of the U.S. Constitution, which was about limiting the powers of government (even though the Founding Fathers greatly overstepped their authority to create the Constitution in the first place). That paralegal group that helped us after the raid was comprised of Constitutionalists. When Dennis was in jail, he sought attorneys that were not owned by Ventura County’s gangsters, as his first attorney was.

Dennis got interest from big name attorneys, such as Mafia attorney Melvin Belli, but he wanted $250K up front as his retainer. It turned out that Dennis’s being his own attorney had provided the best defense that he had so far, and one of his motions triggered the judge’s bail review. But in order to turn the tide, Dennis needed a big name attorney who could back up the gangsters in Ventura a few steps, and one attorney above all others was recommended by Dennis’s Constitutionalist pals as the best in the business, and he had just moved from Colorado to San Diego, where he still lives today. Dennis received permission from the judge to leave Ventura to meet the attorney, whom I call Mr. Big Time Attorney in my work.

The year before he took Dennis’s case, Mr. Big Time Attorney fried IRS agents who committed felony acts in pursuit of his client, in a case that went to the USA’s Supreme Court, which ended up being a precedential ruling for Dennis’s case: the USA’s Supreme Court ruled that the prosecutors being convicted of felony acts committed while pursuing a case does not taint the case, in a ruling made by the legendarily corrupt William Rehnquist’s Supreme Court, which also ruled that kidnapping people from abroad, to bring them back to the USA for “justice,” was perfectly legal. Hitler could not even get away with that, but the USA does. Somewhat predictably, the dissenting opinion to that Orwellian ruling on Mr. Big Time Attorney’s case was from Thurgood Marshall, the first black Supreme Court justice, and almost the opposite of Uncle Tom Clarence Thomas, who liked to brag about his penis size. Marshall seemed to actually believe in the concept of justice.

When Dennis visited Mr. Big Time Attorney, they reviewed the case, and Ventura County’s sheriff’s deputies had committed some of the exact same crimes that those fried IRS agents had committed. Mr. Big Time Attorney considered that getting Dennis off the hook was almost perfunctory; he was more interested in getting the sheriff’s deputies prosecuted for their numerous crimes and violations of Dennis’s civil rights. He took the case for an almost token $10K, which was about the last of my legal fund. My money ended up busting Dennis from jail and securing Mr. Big Time Attorney’s services, and that was about the end of my involvement, other than testifying.

I really did not pay attention to Dennis’s attempts to resurrect the business. I have really not been very interested ever since, for reasons that I will cover before long. It has nothing to do with Dennis’s qualifications, which are the best on Earth that I know of, for what he attempted, but because of humanity’s egocentric inertia and the organized suppression. When 1988 ended, my life’s primary lesson was beaten into my head in no uncertain terms: personal integrity is the world’s scarcest commodity, and that is why humanity is in the predicament that it is, as manifested by Godzilla and all the way down to the man on the street. Not enough people care enough, not for an effort like Dennis’s to succeed. The “density” of integrity is not great enough for a mass movement effort. Godzilla is merely the master of a game that almost all humans play each day. I learned my lesson in 1988 and was no longer interested in the inventor’s/businessman’s approach to free energy. But even after my initial rejection of Dennis’s offer to help him rebuild, he worked on me every chance that he could, and finally coaxed me into the saddle with him again in 1996, but it was like a bad dream for me, and I nearly went to prison for my trouble, but that story comes later.

Mr. Big Time Attorney appeared in court immediately after Dennis hired him. Ms. Prosecutor, who stage-whispered her disdain of Dennis’s former attorney, got in way over her head when Mr. Big Time Attorney appeared, and was reduced to following orders and having the judge put words in her mouth. It was really the judge versus Mr. Big Time Attorney after that, although the prosecution began with gutter maneuvers from Day One, which initially dismayed Mr. Big Time Attorney, who was used to the more urbane environs of the federal courts. He was about to see what hillbilly lawyering was really like, and how corrupt California was.

When Mr. Big Time Attorney appeared in court, he said that the case would have to be delayed for months, as his court calendar was very busy, and all of his cases but that one were in the federal courts. The judge replied that if Mr. Big Time Attorney did not have an immediately open calendar, he could not take the case. Mr. Big Time Attorney then showed why he was there: he informed the judge that the USA’s Constitution guaranteed Dennis the attorney of his choice, and that he was that attorney.

He also informed the judge that he could not yet defend Dennis in court, as he had just moved to California and was in the process of getting his license to practice in California, which would be issued soon. Immediately after the hearing, the Ventura County DA’s office called the California state bar and accused Mr. Big Time Attorney of practicing without a license. It was the first gutter move from them and far from the last, and Mr. Big Time Attorney was about to get the education of his career. That gutter maneuver held up the issuance of his license for months, and Mr. Big Time Attorney was incensed. But he was on the case, and the fun began.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

When Dennis escaped jail and was able to defend himself, Mr. Deputy’s career-making case soon began crumbling. Mr. Big Time Attorney did not become a Constitutionalist attorney so much because he believed in the “cause,” but because it became a legal specialty that he could make a living in. He always tried to dissuade his clients from using the courtroom to air their political philosophies. The task at hand was being exonerated of the charges, not making grand political statements, so Mr. Big Time Attorney’s efforts were focused on finding and promoting a sliver of reasonable doubt, to exonerate his clients of the charges. He was very good at it, which was why he still is the leading Constitutionalist attorney in the USA. He once told me, “If you are looking for the truth, the courtroom is not the place to find it.”

Soon after taking Dennis’s case, Mr. Big Time Attorney became increasingly astounded. He told Dennis that his clients were usually very much down the path to being found guilty when he got involved, and his job was to find a sliver of reasonable doubt to lodge in the jury’s mind, to get his clients off the hook. For Dennis’s case, it was the opposite: the case made by Ventura County was fabricated from the thin air, other than Dennis’s (or my) failure to file a form. Mr. Big Time Attorney had never taken a case that was so easy, and he was more interested in suing the pants off of Mr. Deputy and friends for their innumerable violations of Dennis’s civil rights. Mr. Big Time Attorney told me that what initially attracted him to the case was the surreal million dollar bail. He asked, “Is a SAMP filing a deadly weapon that Dennis was beating people over the head with?”

Soon after Dennis was released from jail, the fraud charges were dropped. Only one of the nine “victims” portrayed himself as one, who not only got his money back long before Dennis was arrested, but argued in court that he should have been paid for the time that he spent reviewing Dennis’s materials. He was about as slimy as I have ever encountered, and was my leading candidate for being a “planted” victim, somebody whose “victimhood” was purposely staged by Mr. Deputy and friends. He may well not have been, but it would have been no surprise to discover that he was.

Ms. Prosecutor, from the local law school mill, with her incredibly unprofessional statements and serial lying, was soon in very far over her head and eagerly wanted to settle the case. It was not fun anymore, as she got drug through the mud of her own making, but her superiors had to approve, and they didn’t. There was still pressure being brought from high places, and they had to earn their bribe money. She was an ambitious housewife who got that degree from that law school mill and played at being a lawyer, and in the incredibly corrupt environs of Ventura County’s legal system, she was successful. She was soon making proposals to settle the case, as the centerpiece of her career-making case, the sensational fraud charges, soon evaporated in the light of day and her case was reduced to charges of failing to file a form.

But she was also like Mr. Deputy, in that she was so steeped in corruption that she did not really know how to do it right, kind of like a mobster trying to become a model citizen. They may try to act like it, but their criminal habits are just too ingrained. She made gutter maneuvers until the end of the case. Trying to prevent Mr. Big Time Attorney from getting his license to practice in California was just a preview of the continual gutter maneuvers the she and her cronies engaged in. For one example of many, in normal cases, the standard practice is that when legal motions are filed by either side, they are provided to the opposition as a matter of professional courtesy, so that the other side can prepare to argue the matter. Ms. Prosecutor dispensed with that courtesy and literally handed her motions to Mr. Big Time Attorney as she stood up to argue them in court. Mr. Big Time Attorney was initially shocked at such crude maneuvers, but soon came to understand that they were just days at the office in Ventura County.

Again, after Mr. Big Time Attorney took the case, Mr. Prosecutor was reduced to taking orders and having the judge put words in her mouth (I witnessed that more than once), as it was really the judge versus Mr. Big Time Attorney, with Ms. Prosecutor reduced to largely being a bystander. After several months, it almost became fun, and one day in court, Mr. Big Time Attorney referred to the numerous crimes committed by Mr. Deputy and friends. The judge then asked Mr. Big Time Attorney what he was referring to, and Mr. Big Time Attorney launched into a litany. Then the judge astoundingly made a motion to have a prosecutorial misconduct hearing, which was certainly very rare in Ventura County. As Mr. Big Time Attorney recently learned, even frying the prosecution with felony convictions was not enough to get his clients off the hook, but it could not hurt, and then it was kind of fun for a while. Dennis thought, and probably accurately, that the reasons for the misconduct hearing were that we never gave up, the prosecution’s crimes were so numerous and egregious, and that the local legal gangsters did not own Mr. Big Time Attorney, like they did all of the local lawyers. His presence was a critical piece of the puzzle, and he will always get credit for that, at least, although he betrayed Dennis before it was all over. Lawyers aren’t heroes, either. Almost all of them go into it for the money, just like medical doctors do.

All the time, I was working in LA again, incredibly, and pursuing my relationship with my future wife. They were happy days for me. I saw Mr. Big Time Attorney several times, maybe ten times in all, so I must have taken days off of work to be in court. The prosecutorial misconduct hearing was not only highly unpleasant for Ms. Prosecutor, but Mr. Deputy was reduced to hiding in his house for months, to duck the witness stand, and that will take some telling.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

My primary Avalon thread will go over 1.5 million views today, and the Russian bots seem to have been slowing down lately. These days, when I post on my thread, it is typical to see about 30-40 human viewers at one time. As I write this, there are 13 readers. I am going to commemorate 1.5 million views with a post that leaps ahead a little in my narrative of my lessons learned with Dennis, which I am going extend into what I learned after those days, to take it today and why I am taking my approach. I think that it will become obvious to discerning readers.

This year, the hits to my Columbus essay around Columbus Day were relatively muted, at nearly 3,000 visitors to my Columbus essay this month so far, and for the first time, at this time of year, it did not catch up to my big essay, which has more than 4,000 visits so far this month. This year has been a relatively slow one for my site, as this year I will “only” have about 90,000 human visitors. None of that is very important to me. What is important is beginning that high level conversation, and nobody has stepped up yet, although some are training for it. Then we will see how it goes.

I am constantly approached by people stuck in social consciousness (which is pre-sentient), who want me to water down my work so that members of their social circles can maybe take a sip of it, if it is not too much trouble, without their heads exploding. I have absolutely no interest in that. Spoon-feeding my work to the asleep is playing with dynamite. That said, I have plenty of executive summaries, easy-to-read presentations, short essays on various topics, introductory essays, I have done interviews, and so on. I have done plenty to provide sufficient introductions to my work, and the people I seek will dive in and not come up for air for months or years. They are out there, and I hear from them regularly, although few are brave enough to stand on the global stage with me.

The people I seek care and have been awakened, and few of them walk on Earth today. For those that I seek, they will be able to relate to these lessons learned posts, and many other posts and essays on my adventures. They will recognize a fellow traveler, and they will realize that I woke up the hard way. I hope that their awakening was an easier process, but I have noticed that how awake people are is often directly proportional to the impact of their awakening experiences. Many people think that they are awake, but are just at some intermediary slumbering state. People who drag along the baggage of their conditioning are not yet awake, and very few people want to wake up. It is just what it is, and it does no good to judge the situation.

My work is partly intended to help people recognize that baggage for what it is. For those few who care and have been awakened, which is really the hard part, then I need them to be scientifically literate, and not many people are, at less than 10% of the American population, for instance. I have also developed a curriculum so that those who aren’t can become scientifically literate enough to be useful for what I am doing. I designed it so that people do not need genius-level IQs to do the work. I believe that it really is not that difficult, if people have a love of the truth and are willing to do the work. I am guessing that an IQ of only 110 or so is needed. Some of my scientist pals think that I am wrong, but we will see.

My jury is still out on whether people need to relinquish the religion of this epoch, materialism, in order to be useful for my effort, although all of my fellow travelers that I respect in the free energy milieu had a mystical awakening, and they were usually scientists or scientists-in-training when it happened, which generally ruined them as mainstream scientists, as it did Brian O. Dennis has yet to relinquish the agrarian religion that he grew up with, and I doubt that he will in this lifetime, and he is the greatest human I have yet met or heard of.

I have devoted the rest of my life’s spare time to growing the choir, and at this time, it is far more important to me to get my material in as good a shape as I can, not broadcast it to the masses. But people constantly approach me to network, broadcast, and the like, but they have yet to do the work that my curriculum demands, which means that they don’t yet understand.

My day job has been far more demanding than I expected this year, and I have not been able to do my essay update yet, and this one will be rather significant. It will in no way change that essay’s thrust, but will flesh out the topics a lot more, from astronomy to molecular biology to geology to anthropology, to the latest findings and hypotheses on Earth’s and life’s evolution. It will be fun to update it, when I can find the time. It might not be until next year, alas. But I had a good hiking season (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9), even with all the demands on my time and energy, which sometimes got to be way too much, such as working every day for weeks on end, putting in 70-hour weeks, etc. My next month, for instance, will be one of those hurricane times, about a Category 5.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

As an addendum to the previous post, what I need are people who have the ability and willingness to think epochally, and learning to think epochally is probably the primary point of my big essay. People trapped in their egos have no chance to do so, as they can’t see any further than their immediate self-interest and project their fearful awareness on all they see.

Understanding the basics of how the world works is very important, and studying how complex life appeared on Earth, how humanity’s ancestors left the rainforest, how humanity left Africa, how plants were first domesticated, how civilizations first arose, and how industrialization happened are very important exercises in learning how to think epochally. Otherwise, people project their uninformed and egocentric awareness on all they see, and fail to see the big picture. I’ll provide some examples.

The demographic transition is the biggest effect of industrialization on humanity, as agrarian societies went from short-lived, illiterate, often brutal societies with many forced servitude institutions, in which woman were little more than broodmares to provide the peasant workforce, to something else. The energy surplus of industrial economies saw slavery end, life expectancies skyrocket, literacy become universal, societies became much more humane, and woman found much better things to do with their lives than become baby factories. But I recently heard the objection that in the Fifth Epoch, women will breed out of control, having ten children each, which betrayed complete ignorance of the demographic transition. Women are biologically equipped to become mothers, and most will continue to have one, but not much more than that. It has already happened.

A similar argument comes from so-called environmentalists, who say that with FE, humanity will simply strip-mine Earth until there is nothing left. I know that not only FE is sequestered from humanity by Godzilla and friends, but also antigravity (or electrogravity), along with advanced materials that make Flubber seem not so fictional. I hike year-round in forests, much of which are intact or are being allowed to recover, and the only reason for that is because we get our energy from fossil fuels, not wood. In Japan, they have not cut down a tree for nearly a century, and their forests are sacred groves. When people don’t need to rape Earth to live the good life, they won’t. Similarly, when people don’t need to rape each other to live the good life, they won’t, and crime and warfare will disappear. Maybe not overnight, just like slavery did not disappear in 1709 and 1710, when the foundation of industrialization was established, but anybody with any foresight could see that when machines replaced people, forced servitude would no longer make economic sense, which was the only reason why the institution existed. In a world of scarcity and fear, people’s exploiting everything around them, even their families, makes economic sense. Once the economic incentive ends, so will the practice.

One asteroid can provide all of humanity’s metal needs for the foreseeable future, and mining Earth will make as much sense as getting our water supply from our sewers. People will almost instantly see the insanity of it, and that practice will end. All greed-based institutions will end, as Earth’s poorest person will make Bill Gates appear a pauper, just like the average American today lives better than Earth’s richest human of three centuries ago.

Those who say that women will just breed with abandon, that we will just strip-mine Earth with FE, that we will just have bigger and more devastating wars, are the epochal equivalent of antebellum southerners quoting their Bibles to justify slavery. Just like how slavery disappeared in the industrial epoch, almost all of humanity’s hallowed institutions and ideologies will become meaningless in the Fifth Epoch, and I seek people who are able and willing to imagine it, not give knee-jerk objections, which are only projecting scarcity onto a world of abundance. Such objections really aren’t rational, but I encounter those arguments all the time, and surprisingly often from the so-called intelligent, those Level 3s who argue that not only is FE “impossible,” but they dismiss evidence of organized suppression as a “conspiracy theory,” and they conjure up every nightmare scenario that they can imagine, if the public had access to FE. Those are not the people that I need for my effort.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I have been writing my lessons learned posts with Dennis’s books handy. When you are a key character in books, especially that chronicle incredibly traumatic events, you are not eager to read them, and I did not read Dennis’s books cover-to-cover when they were published. Years later, Dennis would creatively recall events and I had to point him to his own books to refresh his memory. My memory is nearly photographic and better than Dennis’s, but it is not perfect, either, and I sometimes would refer to Dennis’s books, to see how I recalled something. It was always close, if not exact, but I can garble stuff, too, so when I write essays, for instance, I do my homework, much more so than in forum posts.

Also, I can tell that Dennis was writing for certain audiences and had constraints on what he could write about, and he and I saw different events, especially when he was in jail. Although Ken Hodgell unmasked himself to Dennis, and I instantly knew what his play was, Dennis was in jail when those events happened and did not see what I did. That also happened in Seattle and Boston. Dennis also kept events from me, as he played his secrecy games. So, we had different views of events. But I saw enough, and doubt that there is much that Dennis saw in his journey that I don’t know about that would change my views much, not on the big picture of humanity’s predicament and what needs to be done. In ways, I am far more informed than Dennis is, but he learned lessons on his journey that I never will (or almost anybody else on Earth will). Each of us has our own journey, and all that we take with us when we leave physical life is our awareness. When the movie of Dennis’s journey is played in the Afterlife Theater, I will stand in line for the show (as I will for Brian’s, Greer’s, Trombly’s, etc.).

As the misconduct hearing progressed, it was almost fun for a while. Mr. Cub Reporter was subpoenaed to testify about his role in the affair, and he was no longer laughing. Right after a misconduct hearing, as Mr. Cub Reporter was getting sobered up, his article the next day was completely accurate. It was not that Mr. Cub Reporter was incapable of reporting the truth; he just reported the truth when he was forced to or when it was convenient. When I began studying how the media operates, I had already received both barrels of it in the real world.

Of course, once Dennis was out of jail and able to defend himself, all of the sensational news stories ended, and the progress of the misconduct hearing was buried in the back of the paper, and I doubt that the LA Times covered those days at all. Awesome police and judicial corruption, to prevent the next Epoch of the human journey from manifesting, is not “newsworthy.” Two years later, a carefully stacked jury in Ventura County exonerated those cops who beat Rodney King, and Ventura County’s judicial system became justifiably famous.

As the misconduct hearing progressed, Mr. Deputy suddenly became “ill” and could not ascend to the hot seat and testify. The hearings were held up for months because of Mr. Deputy’s “illness,” which Mr. Big Time Attorney did not believe for an instant, and even said so in open court. Privately, he disparaged Mr. Deputy’s “note to the teacher” as he ducked the witness stand. Mr. Deputy was likely being coached in those “ill” days for his coming performance.

In his stead, the chief “investigator” on the case became a man I will call Mr. Investigator. His stint on the case provided many chilling realizations for why the USA’s evil legal system works like it does, and that will take some telling.

Early in the case, Mr. Big Time Attorney asked his pals at the FBI and CIA what they had on Dennis, and there were filing cabinets full of documents. I sometimes wonder how big the files are on me, and what other attention from Godzilla and friends has come my way, but I don’t lie awake at night thinking about it. Dennis thinks that it is probably about a tenth of the attention that he has received, and I’ll buy that. For those who do their homework, it becomes increasingly obvious why I am as high on Godzilla’s radar as that. I have assumed that I have been under constant surveillance since the 1980s, and the Snowden “revelations” were yawn-worthy in my circles. I heard about the NSA office at Microsoft back in the early 1990s. The Snowden material is only the tip of the iceberg.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I am waiting to have a conference call with Asia this evening, and this will be a post of sundry observations. I work for a truly global company today, and communicate with Eurasia almost daily, and one day not long ago, I had a conference call with Europe in the morning and Asia in the evening, and I rarely speak with anybody whose first language is English. It is exhausting.

In the Fifth Epoch, there will be one language, one race, no nations, few cities, if any, and they won’t resemble today’s at all. I read books in bed, and have been doing that since childhood. Anymore, I rarely read printed material outside of bed, at least when I am at home. My style is to read several books at once, and I often reread favorite fiction (fantasy, usually), and often pull books from my library that I want to reread (or ones that I haven’t yet), and I daisy chain between them. When the pile of books and magazine next to my bed gets to where I can’t walk anymore (the pile is about 20 books and magazines at the moment), then I will put them all away, other than those I am most actively reading, and start over.

I just got up from a little nap, and before I did, I read parts of The Devil’s Chessboard, which I have been rereading, and those books on The Age of Mammals in Europe and parasites. I have always been like this, but now I think that is becoming a kind of therapy to keep my mind nimble. I juggle many balls at once at my day job, often engaging in challenging creative and conceptual technical work that I have to try to help my colleagues on other continents understand. I’ll likely finish the parasite book within a month, during my 60-70 hour weeks, etc., and will have more to say later, but some recent reading in it really struck me. One was sneaking toward confirmation of what Seth said long ago, and was confirmed by the pleomorphic discoveries of Béchamp onwards. It was a cutting edge finding, which showed that the very same microbes could be symbiotic, harmless, or parasitic, depending on the internal chemistry of the host organism, humans in this instance. Maybe the mainstream will catch up to Béchamp one day.

Another thing that really strikes me, when digesting the latest findings in biology, is how primitive and barbaric our scientific methods are. The parasite book often referred to experiments with mice and other small animals, and what went unsaid, and I suppose the authors assume the readers know or it does not matter, is that virtually all of the experimental subjects are killed and often dissected, and even vivisected. Far more than 100 million animals are killed in experiments each year around the world. I again harken to Seth, who said that the people performing those experiments know less about life when the experiments are completed than before they began. It is a highly degenerate practice, spiritually, but is in keeping with the degenerate nature of materialism in general.

In the Fifth Epoch, science is not going to resemble today’s version much, if at all. I can still see the scientific ideal having its place, but the many evils of science, as well as the brute force practices so prevalent today, will disappear. There are no animal experiments like today’s in this world, for instance.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

From the very beginning of my days with Dennis in Seattle, when I saw the lying TV news clip, when my boss helped steal the company while the employees cheered, when I saw the loyalists turn out to be not so loyal, it was always more “interesting” to see how people helped wreck the effort who were not in on it, like how Bill the BPA Hit Man was, how Betsy was, how Ken Hodgell was, how Mr. Deputy was, and probably how Mr. Skeptic was.

Psychopaths are pretty easy to understand, although their victims often refuse to believe it, until the dagger goes in their chests or backs. The psychopaths are guns for hire and will even kill family members, for the right price.

What was more “interesting” was the behavior of the “loyalists,” Ms. Pinch Hitter, Mr. Investigator, those cheering employees, Mr. Engineer and Mr. Researcher, my friends and family, including that attacking girlfriend and my mother, as they were not given big enticements to attack or betray us, many of them had a very good idea who they were betraying and attacking, and many had at least some dim understanding of the stakes of the game. While nobody can really live inside the head of another, it can be highly educational to see people operate when the carrots and sticks of organized suppression are brandished, and how almost nobody could resist them for even seconds. Those behaviors are what drove home my life’s more important lesson – personal integrity is the world’s commodity – not the behavior of Godzilla’s minions, who sold their souls long ago.

Watching Dennis evolve from “the people really care” to “almost nobody cares” to “my allies hurt me more than my enemies” was an education in of itself.

When Mr. Investigator entered the scene, while Mr. Deputy was hiding in his house, his involvement really was one of the most educational aspects of my journey. I had been radicalized by the end of 1988, and my paradigm was largely set by then, but I had more to learn, kind of like understanding the textures of the paradigm, not so much its basic structure. About a third of all men become sadists if given the opportunity, which harkens way back in the human journey, at least back to chimps. Mr. Investigator’s tale is next.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

As I segue to Mr. Investigator’s entrance onto the scene, one incident bears repeating. In the Seattle days, Dennis’s manufacturer, Bestec, was wiped out by the Rockefellers, which forced Dennis into building his own factory. When Dennis was in jail, Bestec’s president helped us. He gets big points for that. Before Dennis escaped jail, Bestec’s president contacted a lab that tested Bestec’s heat pump. He asked for a certified copy of the test that he had ordered years ago, so that we could introduce it into evidence.

The prosecution’s “expert” witness, who had never actually seen Dennis’s heat pump operating, announced in court that Dennis’s heat pump could never attain more than a COP of seven, and declared it “impossible.” That lab test recorded a COP of more than seven. Soon after Dennis escaped from jail, that lab replied with a very strange letter to Bestec’s president, stating that they would not produce that test unless they received a letter that stated that Bestec never had any business relationship with Dennis and that the heat pump that Dennis promoted was not the one that they tested. It was bizarre, until Bestec’s president subpoenaed the lab and they offered to settle the matter by providing the letter that one of Mr. Deputy’s minions had sent them. The minion’s letter stated that Dennis was using that lab’s good name to defraud the public, and that what he was selling had no relationship to the heat pump that they tested. That was in the Big Lie category, as usual. We will never know how deeply all of that evil went.

When Mr. Deputy hid in his house to avoid the hot seat, heroic protector of the public that he was, Mr. Investigator became the prosecution’s star “investigator.” If you get The Alternative, you will see that I was put in quite a vice in Ventura, the kind that I would not wish on anybody. Mr. Researcher came out of hiding after a few months, when Dennis was still in jail, and a year later, during the misconduct hearing, Dennis subpoenaed Mr. Researcher (it was a fake subpoena, but that is another story). Because Mr. Deputy was hiding in his home by that time, Mr. Researcher gathered the courage to testify at the misconduct hearing, and I reproduce some of it from Mr. Big Time Attorney’s lawsuit that he filed soon afterward. But before he testified, he was interrogated by the prosecution. I heard that tape, too, and it was not the cowardly performance that he made in front of Mr. Deputy nearly two years earlier, and he earned a few points back by testifying at the misconduct hearing, and he also got some points for making public what he and Mr. Investigator talked about in those days, which was enlightening.

During a break in the interrogation, Mr. Researcher asked Mr. Investigator if he ever thought that Dennis might just be innocent, and Mr. Investigator made his memorable reply, “I don’t care if he is innocent. I am paid to get convictions.” In the same conversation, Mr. Researcher observed that the prosecution’s case seemed to be built on lies and BS, and Mr. Investigator replied, “Sure we lie, and I will do however much lying that I need to in order to secure that conviction.” He was voicing sentiments probably held by the vast majority of prosecutors in the USA, but only in Ventura could they be heard admitting it. Mr. Researcher subsequently got out of jury duty more than once by repeating Mr. Investigator’s words to the judge, and once Ms. Prosecutor was the presiding judge, who immediately called a recess when his name was called, and she took him back into her chambers and quizzed him about Dennis for an hour before dismissing him from jury duty.

Mr. Investigator’s frank admission is what Noam Chomsky and friends would call the structural constraints on the system, which guarantee its evil outcomes. The system is designed to produce such evil outcomes, and with humanity’s personal integrity so low to begin with, a system that only rewards convictions (instead of a quest for justice, for instance – what a concept! ) will produce people such as Mr. Investigator, who eagerly pursue such careers. Mr. Investigator would have been right at home slaughtering Jews in the Holocaust, as would Mr. Deputy have been, and they would likely have been among the gleeful executioners. This is who we are, my fellow humans, as far too many of us eagerly serve evil, for the right price, or kneel to it. That is why we don’t receive the benefits of free energy and other exotic technologies today, from Godzilla to Bill the BPA Hit Man to Ken Hodgell to Mr. Deputy to Mr. Cub Reporter to Mr. Skeptic to Mr. Engineer to Mr. Researcher to those employees who cheered as Dennis had his company stolen to talking heads in the FE field who only know how to lie about Dennis to my own mother, who made a scrapbook of all of those libelous articles and took it on a tour to my friends, family, and investors, telling them the story of her son the criminal.

I certainly have not given up, but I know what I am working with, and know all too well how worthless mass movements will be for this, and much more is coming on that topic before these posts are finished.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

There are several important anecdotes about Mr. Investigator’s behavior to relate. Mr. Big Time Attorney lived in San Diego, and he and his paralegal had to drive four hours, through Los Angeles (which was no fun at all), in order to attend the hearings. Several times during the misconduct hearings, Mr. Big Time Attorney drove up from San Diego to Ventura, to have Mr. Deputy get on the hot seat, to only be informed that Mr. Deputy was “too ill” to testify. In a phone call to Mr. Researcher, Mr. Investigator outright admitted that it was a stalling tactic, partly intended to drain Dennis’s legal fund. In The Alternative, exhibit 5E, Mr. Researcher reported Mr. Investigator’s words:


“The defense must be out a lot of money with all the delays. Lawyers coming all the way from San Diego cost a lot of money. Where are they getting the money to do this? What is Dennis going to do when his money runs out?”


As I have stated before, you get just as much justice in the USA as you can afford, which Mr. Investigator gleefully admitted.

In the misconduct hearing, Dennis took the opportunity to get expert testimony on the record, and prepared to send a subpoena to have Mr. Engineer testify. He had been almost instantly stabbed in the back by Ken Hodgell and Mr. Stooge, and was 69 years old at the time and unemployable, with bladder cancer. But he had played in the big time, and when he was with Dennis in Yakima, he had measured COPs of 12 with Dennis’s heat pump. Mr. Deputy and the prosecution had done everything in their power to keep performance data from the heat pump from being introduced into court, but when Dennis got out of jail and could defend himself, here it came.

As Dennis and Alison began going through the process of subpoenaing Mr. Engineer, the prosecution got wind of it and sent Mr. Investigator to Ellensburg, and Dennis received a report of his visit, which stated that Mr. Engineer called Dennis every bad name in the book. Dennis then called Mr. Engineer and talked to him for the first time since he had been jailed, and Mr. Engineer was his usual friendly self, happy that Dennis was out of jail, and happily offered to testify on Dennis’s behalf.

By that time, I was married, we had sold my wife’s home, and we were living with Mr. Professor (Dennis and his family had moved out some months before), and Mr. Engineer stayed with Mr. Professor. It was a happy meeting with him, and the last time that I saw him, as he died a few months later. We all loved the old man. During his stay in Ventura, primarily to testify at the misconduct hearing, he visited for days with Mr. Researcher, and to his credit, he told Mr. Researcher what a “couple of saps” they were to go work for Ken Hodgell and friends.

The report that Mr. Investigator wrote about his trip to Ellensburg was a series of lies about what Mr. Engineer had actually said, and Mr. Engineer said so on the witness stand. Being caught telling Big Lies did not seem to slow down the prosecution at all, as they just told more lies to replace the discredited ones. That was the American “justice” system at work.

To give an example of the character of the “investigation” that took place in Ellensburg, one of the many leading statements that Mr. Investigator made was to have Mr. Engineer confirm that Dennis in fact had never had the heat storage technology that he sometimes promoted (which was written in his report as being confirmed by Mr. Engineer). Fifty yards from where they stood was Mr. Engineer’s barn, which I had helped move Mr. Inventor’s heat storage technology into four years earlier, where it still sat. Mr. Engineer replied to Mr. Investigator that not only did Dennis have that technology, but if Mr. Investigator could bring it upon himself to walk fifty yards with Mr. Engineer, he could see it for himself. Mr. Investigator, who had traveled a thousand miles to be there, declined to walk those fifty yards. In The Alternative, Dennis said that Mr. Engineer had to remind Mr. Investigator, when he was on the witness stand, that they indeed walked over and saw the heat storage technology. It was part of his testimony, when Mr. Big Time Attorney read Mr. Investigator’s report, line-by-line, to get either Mr. Engineer’s affirmation that he really said those things or deny them, and Mr. Engineer called nearly every statement of the report a lie.

I recall that Mr. Engineer volunteered to me that Mr. Investigator declined to walk those fifty yards. Maybe he initially declined, and then Mr. Engineer insisted and dragged him over there.

Mr. Researcher also testified, finding his courage after the tide had turned, and told of watching the deputies photographing the blueprints in his office, and the threats that Mr. Deputy had made to him. Those were among the biggest crimes committed during the entire ordeal, but even getting the testimony on the record was not enough. In a legal system that had the faintest resemblance to a “justice” system, it would have been, but what was happening was really a more refined version of kangaroo court. The only reason for those hearings was that we never gave up and had Mr. Big Time Attorney in our camp. The vast majority of people would have been defeated long ago by the kangaroo court.

But what happened a few weeks before Mr. Engineer’s testimony was really the turning point for Mr. Big Time Attorney, and not in a good way. That takes a little telling, and is in the next post.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

While working for that big CPA firm, I came into contact with lawyers regularly, and have worked with them daily for the past dozen years. I still keep in touch with a friend who I went to Europe with more than 40 years ago, and he became a lawyer, like his father did. A relative went to Harvard Law School, and I have seen lawyers go into law school or the profession starry-eyed, to slowly become cynical. That friend who I went to Europe with rhapsodized about the legal profession as a teenager, but his first career stint was as a prosecutor in the LA area, and after a couple of years of that job, when I would talk to him, he marked his weeks by how many years of prison that his prosecutorial targets “earned.” He began despising his job, and eventually got out.

Mr. Big Time Attorney, like almost all attorneys and most American doctors, became a lawyer for the money. I don’t know if it was only for the money, but he was Jewish and became a Constitutionalist who defended tax protestors as a white-collar crime specialty. He told me that the courtroom was not a place to go looking for the truth, and that his only purpose in the courtroom was to find his clients innocent of the charges against them. I would hesitate to call him some kind of idealist, but he seemed to be a decent man.

When the DA’s office tried to prevent him from getting his California license, Mr. Big Time Attorney got a preview of the kind of people he was dealing with, and the antics of the prosecution slowly disgusted him. He had never seen anything quite like it, and during one of those misconduct hearings held the week that I got married, for which I once again took the day off of work to attend, Mr. Deputy was once again too “ill” to testify, and Mr. Big Time Attorney was about to drive four hours back to San Diego, as another wasted day. However, that day was “special.” The judge began the hearing by noting that Mr. Deputy was once again too “ill” to testify, but the prosecution made a new motion and, as usual, they sprang it on Mr. Big Time Attorney in the courtroom, so that he could not prepare to argue it.

With Mr. Deputy hiding in his house, the prosecution decided that the best defense was a good offense. Ms. Prosecutor filed a motion to simply have Dennis rejailed, with no bail that time. The motion was solely based on Mr. Investigator’s work, and his report had the same fidelity to the truth that his report from his visit to Mr. Engineer’s home had, which is to say none at all. It was a string of misrepresentations, rumors, and lies, and the gist of the argument was that Dennis was trying to rebuild his business, so the prosecution wanted him jailed before trial so that he could no longer fleece the public. The judge nearly laughed at their motion, and denied it. After the hearing, we went back to Dennis’s offices (Mr. Professor was funding Resurrection Marketing, which helped bankrupt him when it was all over), and I could see Mr. Big Time Attorney’s anger, but it was a cold, professional anger. He was about to get the education of his career.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Here is an example of my fallible memory. When Dennis escaped jail, I was no longer worried about him and did not pay much attention to the case after that, as I knew full well how resourceful Dennis was. That is relative, however. I attended hearings, interacted with Mr. Big Time Attorney, testified at the misconduct hearings, read motions from both sides, and could not entirely avoid involvement. But I largely avoided Dennis and my family for that next year. I probably saw Dennis once a month or so, my family less often, and my mother not at all. I would only see her three more times for the rest of her life, and the next time would not be until 1996. I have no involvement with any of my surviving immediate family, as one of the many prices of my journey.

As I reread parts of The Alternative, I realized that I wrote incorrectly about the fraud charges. They were dismissed, but not as soon as I thought that they were. When Dennis got out of jail and was able to defend himself, it was no longer any fun for Mr. Deputy and Ms. Prosecutor. Mr. Deputy eventually hid in his house for months, and once Mr. Big Time Attorney took the case, there was no more snickering in open court from Ms. Prosecutor. She was eager to settle the case and offered to drop the fraud charges early on. But her superiors had to approve any deals, and they refused to, so the case wound on. They made at least one offer to drop the fraud charges, and indeed dropped them when the judge took Mr. Big Time Attorney hostage and forced Dennis to capitulate, but that comes later.

So, I did not quite remember the facts accurately. That is why it pays to refer to the documents when writing from memory, of events that happened many years earlier, even if you have eidetic memory. I had to make a small tweak to fix it. I continually tweak my work, to fix things, make them better, etc. It is one of the advantages of having a site instead of publishing books.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

As a prelude to Mr. Big Time Attorney’s awakening moment, and not in a good way, Mr. Researcher’s report of Mr. Investigator’s open wondering of where Dennis was getting his money from came from a phone call that Mr. Investigator made to Mr. Researcher after he testified at the misconduct hearing. During that phone call, Mr. Investigator said that the judge informed the prosecution that he would not dismiss the case, no matter how much misconduct came out of the hearings. Mr. Researcher had been driven into hiding by Mr. Deputy’s threats, not to mention his other crimes, and Mr. Investigator’s call is legally called “tampering with a witness.” Mr. Researcher also received a visit from an IRS investigator, in another obvious attempt at intimidation. They were trying to drive Mr. Researcher back into hiding or to move from Ventura County, so that he would not testify any further.

Mr. Big Time Attorney was on a case defending against the IRS in which he had to carry a gun, as he had threats made on his life, but Ventura County’s legal gangsters were in a class by themselves. He had never seen anything like it. A couple of days after the prosecution’s motion to have Dennis rejailed with no bail, Mr. Big Time Attorney called Dennis. He had spent the previous two days writing a lawsuit, on his own time, that he planned to wage in federal court. He called Dennis and said, “These people are scum, and I have a duty to remove them from the legal profession.” Mr. Big Time Attorney asked Dennis to contact all of LA’s media, to be at a press conference on the courthouse steps, before he filed the lawsuit (which became case number 90-1942). Dennis cautioned him that the only media coverage that he ever received was smear jobs, and that the media would likely not attend the press conference. Mr. Big Time Attorney replied, “They always come to my press conferences!” Mr. Big Time Attorney also contacted a pal at the FBI, to initiate an investigation into Ventura County.

Dennis dutifully contacted LA’s media, by fax and phone call, to announce the press conference, and received replies that media reporters would attend. On the morning of April 18, 1990, Mr. Big Time Attorney stood on the front steps of the federal courthouse in downtown LA (where I had filed for bankruptcy little more than a year earlier), and no press was there. He sat on the courthouse steps with Dennis, stunned that no media was there. As they sat there, across the street was a camera crew from an LA TV station, recording a story about a crack in a building and its vulnerability to an earthquake. Mr. Big Time Attorney walked over to the reporter and said that on the courthouse steps was the story of the decade, and infinitely more important than a crack in a building. The reporter replied that she was aware of his story and was excited about it, and asked her editor to allow her to cover Mr. Big Time Attorney’s press conference, but was informed that she was forbidden to cover it, so she went back to covering the crack in the building.

Dennis said that Mr. Big Time Attorney was never the same after that moment. He realized that whoever was behind Dennis’s persecution made the IRS look like grade-school bullies. Dennis said that Mr. Big Time Attorney felt like he was shaking his fist at a hurricane. He was beginning to get educated, but his sharpest lessons were still ahead of him.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

As I have written, Mr. Big Time Attorney did not primarily become a Constitutionalist attorney because of some principled stand, but because it was a way to make a name for himself and make money in that legal niche. However, just like all professions, there are professional standards of behavior, and Mr. Big Time Attorney was used to them, in the federal courts east of the West Coast. What he saw in California was a horse of a different color. He had stumbled into the most corrupt legal system in the USA, from the city and county level to the state and federal level. What happened in Ventura was his christening into how law was practiced in California.

While writing these posts, and in recent years, I surfed on various players in the Ventura saga, to see if they were still alive, what they might have been up to, etc. For instance, that attorney who had me put fake books on his shelves had a long career as a notable judge.

I saw where Dennis’s first attorney was berated and fined by the judge for rolling his eyes during a trial. That was about one-thousandth of what Mr. Deputy did at the preliminary hearing, which was pointedly ignored by the kangaroo court judge. It was not only the corruption that was so mind-boggling in Ventura, but they dispensed with even elementary professional standards, as if they did not even know that they existed. Ms. Prosecutor’s endless lies shocked all who initially heard them, such as Dennis’s second attorney. For me, what was also highly telling was that she acted like a gossipy housewife, which is what she likely was before she went into law.

As I have mentioned plenty, inventors, and especially free energy inventors, invent to get rich and famous. I first got an inkling of it when Mr. Inventor befriended me and told me how inventors’ groups worked, and it escalated from there, to how Mr. Inventor himself acted, to watching Victor Fischer in action, and even Mr. Mentor. Get two inventors in a room and be prepared to watch a contest for dominance, and Ms. Prosecutor tried to play people off against each other, such as accusing me of perjury for my truthful testimony. During the second interrogation of Mr. Researcher, Ms. Prosecutor tried to play him off against Fischer, and he kind of obliged her (Mr. Researcher earned a few integrity points for his behavior during the Ventura ordeal, but it was only a few) and said a few unflattering things about Fischer, and Ms. Prosecutor giggled and said, “fishy Fischer.”

I have written about my fallible memory, and it primarily applies to events that I heard about second-hand, as I would hear bits and pieces and assemble my view of the situation. That is what can lead to fallible memory, when it was not a direct experience in the first place. As I have written, many events from my days with Dennis I did not discover until I read about them in Dennis’s books, partly because of the secrecy games that Dennis plays, but also because Dennis was running so fast and hard that his rendition of the events could be spotty, as he chose what was most important to discuss/reveal. It was not so much being self-serving or manipulative, but that there was so much to tell. But I have what is called eidetic memory, and when I saw or heard something firsthand, then my memory was never fallible to any significant degree, and I can see and hear those memories many years later, as if they happened yesterday, particularly ones with an emotional impact. So, I can clearly recall listening to Ms. Prosecutor say, “fishy Fischer,” and I recall thinking how incredibly unprofessional such a statement was.

That was far from the only time that I saw her level of professionalism, or lack thereof. When Mr. Big Time Attorney was on the case, I read Ms. Prosecutor’s rebuttals to Mr. Big Time Attorney’s motions. I am not kidding; around half of her rebuttals were of the bureaucratic kind, such as the motion was not printed on the right kind of paper. A particular filing supposed to have blue paper on a certain page, and in the filing was a white page instead. I vividly recall reading those kinds of rebuttals. That was the best that a gossipy housewife who went to the one-building law school could come up with. When her rebuttals were of “substance,” they were sickening.

On the misconduct hearing in general, she fell back on “precedent,” as she did from the beginning of her involvement in the case. When she made the motion to deny Dennis’s freedom if he even raised their astronomical bail, equating a SAMP with heroin dealing, she showed how she could come up with a precedent to justify anything.

In her motion to dismiss the misconduct motion and end the misconduct hearings, Ms. Prosecutor cited a precedent in which a sheriff in the USA openly threatened a witness, saying that he would arrest the witness if he testified, and when the witness did testify, the sheriff arrested the witness as soon as he left the witness stand, literally on the courthouse steps, and that case was not dismissed due to prosecutorial misconduct.

Ms. Prosecutor was practicing lowest-common-denominator law, in that if somebody in the USA did something more corrupt than in Ventura and got away with it, then it was justified. This again harkens to the structural evil in the USA’s legal system, in which precedents set law, as each precedent keeps lowering the bar for acceptable behavior. If the deputies had in fact murdered witnesses (as would likely be proven beyond doubt for JFK’s murder, for instance, if there was a shred of honesty in the American legal system), then Ms. Prosecutor would have surely scurried to find a precedent that justified even that. If she was competent, she would have cited the landmark case that Mr. Big Time Attorney was on just the year before, in which felony acts by the prosecution were ruled to not taint the state’s case.

Reading such “logic” initially amazed me, but I soon came to realize that it was just a day at the office in the USA’s legal system, in which any and all evil becomes “legal,” just like everything that Hitler did was legal.

Mr. Big Time Attorney got both barrels of Ms. Prosecutor’s unprofessionalism and legal “logic” from his first day on the case, when she tried to deny his getting his license to practice in California. If he was interviewed today and was willing to speak candidly (and I doubt that he would be), I am sure that Mr. Big Time Attorney would have quite a litany of the unprofessional and even criminal conduct of Ms. Prosecutor and Mr. Investigator to relate. That surely had a great deal to do with his filing that lawsuit in federal court. However, as Gary Wean discovered in his adventures, the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals is by far the most corrupt in the USA, and that is saying something, with a literal gangster sitting on the bench today, as he has for nearly the past 40 years. In Gary’s book, he wrote of his early travails in the appeals court, as the gangster judge dismissed one of his lawsuits with prejudice (meaning that it could not legally be brought again), when no evidence was admitted, when no hearings were held, when the plaintiff was risking his life to simply file the lawsuit. Gary talked to a nationally-known attorney, who frankly discussed how the Ninth Circuit court was in a class by itself in the USA, with legendary corruption and kangaroo court rulings. Mr. Big Time Attorney was about to discover that himself, and his “press conference” was just a preview.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

After his non-existent “press conference” ended, Mr. Big Time Attorney’s enthusiasm for the case waned. He was not about to make a splash in California, exposing Ventura County’s gangsters for who they were. Dennis was feverishly trying to revive the effort under Resurrection Marketing, and Mr. Professor ended up paying Mr. Big Time Attorney another $50K, but that well was running dry. Mr. Big Time Attorney wanted off the case. Dennis had previously had two attorneys, and the misconduct hearings had indeed taken the wind out of the sails of the prosecution, and one last courtroom anecdote should give an idea of what it was like for Ms. Prosecutor.

When I testified at the misconduct hearings, right after Mr. Researcher did, the courtroom was empty. No snickering Mr. Cub Reporter was around. He had been subpoenaed for his role in the affair, for one thing, and the story had lost its newsworthiness, as no jurisdiction likes to advertise its corruption, and the media is always an integral aspect of the corruption. As I sat on the witness stand, Mr. Professor’s wife entered the courtroom and sat in the back row of public seats. I believe that she was the only person in the public seats (I doubt that my future wife was there, but I could be wrong; I’ll have to ask her). When Mr. Professor’s wife came in, Ms. Prosecutor looked behind her to see who walked in. She interrupted my testimony with a hysterical shriek, saying, “Somebody walked into the courtroom! I do not know who it is. It might be a potential witness, so she should identify herself. If she might be a potential witness, I want her removed from the courtroom!” The judge calmly allowed Mr. Professor’s wife to stay in the courtroom.

Ms. Prosecutor was being dragged through the mud of her own making, and was not have any fun. She only asked me one meaningless question when I was on the witness stand at the misconduct hearing.

But once Mr. Big Time Attorney began to realize that he was in over his head, he wanted out, especially when the money ran out. Mr. Deputy finally overcame his “illness” well enough to testify. Dennis gave him an “A-minus” for his well-coached performance. Mr. Deputy pulled a Ronald Reagan, either forgetting most aspects of his career-making case, or getting very creative about what he remembered. After Reagan stepped down as president, he was compelled to testify at the Iran-Contra hearings. His answer was “I don’t remember” for more than 160 questions, as he was nearly a vegetable as president. Mr. Deputy’s performance displayed about that level of sentience, although it was feigned, naturally.

Mr. Deputy had plausible deniability for the espionage exercise, as he was cleverly not there when they did it, and all of the threats that he made to people he characterized on the witness stand as “warnings.” It was a very artful testimony. When he arrested Dennis and asked for the million dollar bail, which the judge rubber-stamped, his affidavit was a creative writing exercise, full of irrational “logic,” and he asked the judge to rely heavily on Mr. Deputy’s expertise as a fraud investigator, as he had worked on hundreds of cases with fraud elements in them. While he was on the witness stand, Mr. Big Time Attorney asked Mr. Deputy to regale the court with his deep understanding of fraud. Could Mr. Deputy recite the legal elements of the crime known as fraud? Mr. Deputy replied that he did not memorize minutia like that. Mr. Big Time Attorney persisted, and asked Mr. Deputy to name one, just one, of the elements of the crime known as fraud. Mr. Deputy was unable to.

As the misconduct hearings wound down after Mr. Deputy’s testimony, Mr. Big Time Attorney needed much more money if the case was not dismissed due to misconduct. He said that Dennis owed him another $60K, and that if Dennis could not come up with it, then he wanted to step down. Dennis asked Mr. Big Time Attorney to wait until after the judge ruled on the misconduct. It had really been the judge versus Mr. Big Time Attorney, with Ms. Prosecutor merely being a toady, following orders, and letting the judge put words in her mouth. She had no business being in the same courtroom with Mr. Big Time Attorney. Dennis and Mr. Big Time Attorney were in a high-stakes poker game with the judge, and Dennis’s life comprised the stakes. Dennis did not want to tip his hand until the judge had ruled, but Mr. Big Time Attorney betrayed Dennis, filing his motion to withdraw before the hearing at which the judge would rule on the misconduct.

With Mr. Big Time Attorney showing their hand that way, the hearing went a little differently than he hoped it would. The judge opened the hearing by noting that the law enforcement process was not perfect but worked reasonably well, and he saw nothing in the misconduct hearings that warranted dismissing the case. I guess that espionage and theft were simply days at the office in Ventura County, not even noteworthy, but Dennis told me that Mr. Researcher’s testimony ended up turning the tide. While I testified, the judge almost never looked at me and got me off the witness stand as soon as he could, but when Mr. Researcher testified, the judge watched him in rapt attention, with his face turning crimson as Mr. Researcher testified about witnessing the deputies photographing the blueprints, the threats from Mr. Deputy, and how he was driven into hiding by the threats. Dennis believes that at that moment, the judge was never going to allow the fraud charges to stand. Mr. Deputy and friends had stepped too far over the line, and because we never gave up, this case was not going to be easy to sweep under the carpet. So, Mr. Researcher and Mr. Big Time Attorney had indeed helped out Dennis, and Dennis was grateful for it, even if neither one of them was really very heroic.

After the judge ruled that the case would go to trial, then came the issue of Mr. Big Time Attorney’s motion to withdraw from the case. Dennis’s previous two attorneys had withdrawn, and Dennis was ready to go back to defending himself, but then the judge pounced. He told Mr. Big Time Attorney that if memory served, that he was the attorney of Dennis’s choice, and that he was going to defend Dennis in the trial, even if it bankrupted him. Just like Betsy took Dennis’s customers hostage, to force Dennis to capitulate, the judge was taking Mr. Big Time Attorney hostage, to force Dennis to capitulate.

Mr. Big Time Attorney knew then that he had lost the poker game. The judge had trapped him, and would ruin him. The judge used carrots and sticks to get Dennis to capitulate. Threatening to ruin Mr. Big Time Attorney financially was one of the sticks, and another was that the judge made it clear that Dennis did not file that form, which was easily proven and Dennis had already admitted it. That was Dennis’s “crime.” In Washington, they “got” Dennis for one person in the state misunderstanding one thing that Dennis said, and in California, they got Dennis for failing to file a form.

The judge took the case back to his chambers, and informed Dennis that he would decide matters of law. If the case went to trial, the fact that Dennis did not file the form was incontrovertible, and that the judge would give him the maximum possible sentence if Dennis demanded a jury trial. Mr. Big Time Attorney suddenly became very willing to negotiate a plea bargain; anything to get off the case and not be financially ruined.

When Dennis was in jail and making bail appeals, Ventura County’s probation department submitted an “investigative” report to the judge, which justified Dennis’s astronomical bail. It was the same kind of lying exercise that Mr. Deputy, Ms. Prosecutor, and Mr. Investigator engaged in. They all work for the same interests, and the concepts of honesty, integrity, and justice are completely foreign to people like that. People usually have to see it to believe it, and over the years, so many people have tried to defend our evil system to me, as they defend the system that feeds them, just like any in-group defense.

The judge said that because the “crime” was not filing a form, that he would recommend probation, which meant that Dennis would be under the probation department’s “supervision” for years, and they would obviously try to put Dennis back in jail for some imagined offense, so that he could enjoy Mr. Deputy’s hospitality again. Dennis said that he would rather take his chances in the courts, and the plea bargain that Dennis was forced into was this: he would plead guilty to not filing that form, but he had appeal rights all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court, on the constitutionality of a law that made not filing a form a crime.

The SAMP law was a civil law, which not one in a thousand lawyers had ever heard of, with one case on the books in California’s history. The lawyer who wrote the SAMP law estimated that up to 100,000 businesses, and perhaps far more, should have theoretically fallen under the law’s jurisdiction, but only 250 businesses made the filing, because nobody knew about the law. If anybody was suspected of not complying with that law, they received a letter, asking them to file if they might qualify under the law. For us, even after Mr. Deputy assured us that we were not doing anything illegal, our first “notice” of perhaps an inadvertent violation of the SAMP law was an armed raid in which they stole all of our technical materials.

Mr. Big Time Attorney began talking fast, encouraging Dennis to take the deal. He would do the appeal work for free, if Dennis took the deal, and if Dennis took it, he would be legally unencumbered for the estimated five-to-seven years that it would take for his case to wind through the appeals process, all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court, if necessary.

Dennis took the deal and almost lost his life because of it, but that story comes later.

Mr. Big Time Attorney suffered one more indignity because of Dennis’s case. His federal lawsuit was taking on Ventura County’s gangsters for some of the very same crimes that IRS personnel committed, and it turned into a landmark case. Some of the crimes were documented by the deputies themselves. However, it is a little different in California, and the federal court dismissed his case. The gangster judge at the federal court dismissed one of Gary’s cases with prejudice, which is unheard of. For Mr. Big Time Attorney’s lawsuit, dismissing it with prejudice was not something that they could do and keep a straight face, but when they dismissed the case, part of the ruling was that if Mr. Big Time Attorney refiled it, they would disbar him.

Mr. Big Time Attorney got the education of his career on Dennis’s case, and was firmly put in his place. The message that he got loud and clear was that mopping up the floor of the USA’s Supreme Court with the IRS was meaningless in the awesomely corrupt environment in California, and that if he thought that he would challenge the system in California, that his career would quickly be over. He got the message and meekly complied.

When I saw Dennis in 2013, he discussed Mr. Big Time Attorney’s awakening during his case. He said that Mr. Big Time Attorney took Dennis’s case, fresh from his semi-triumph in the USA’s Supreme Court, and was raring to take on the gangsters in Ventura County, to be rudely disabused of his delusions, as he was treated like a bit of dog poop that they stepped on and unceremoniously wiped him from the bottom of their shoes. Mr. Big Time Attorney was humbled, and not in a good way. He was never the same after that, realizing that powers previously unknown to him were involved.

Naturally, the FBI never investigated, just like Gary told me. With the CIA offering Dennis $1 billion to go away, there was no way that the FBI was going to snoop into the situation.

This narrative is coming to the end of my Ventura days, but there are a few more important events to relate. Then I will summarize what I learned in Ventura. Nothing that I learned before or since holds a candle to the learning experience that I received in Ventura, but I would not wish that learning experience on anybody. If everybody had to learn like that, almost no students would survive the curriculum to graduate.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Before I leave Dennis’s legal issues in Ventura, I’ll get a little technical. What they got Dennis on, failing to file form, was a civil law. Fraud is prosecuted under criminal law. There had been only one case in California’s history under that civil law, and a section of the law allowed for criminal penalties, for cases in which the violations of the registration law were truly egregious and criminal. Although Dennis’s judge was witty and urbane, he was still a kangaroo court judge. Although the fraud charges were dropped, the judge got Dennis on that criminal sanction part of that civil law, although no criminal intent was ever demonstrated on Dennis’s part, and the judge and Ms. Prosecutor admitted it in open court. Dennis did not file a form, because he did not know that he had to, and in the “logic” of Ventura County’s legal system, that became a felony, which is a criminal act. They made filing to file a form a criminal act, but only enforced on one in 100,000 people who committed that “crime.” Dennis thereby became an unintentional felon, and his deal was to be able to appeal such a ridiculous law all the way to the USA’s Supreme Court. His deal was to challenge the constitutionality of such a law.

Dennis called it a “red tie on a Tuesday” law, in which you were one of countless thousands of people who wore a red tie on a Tuesday, and a law was passed that made it illegal, and you were the only person prosecuted under that law. The authorities could thereby capriciously get anybody they wanted to, depending in their whim that day (or the whim of whoever bribed them).

Another anecdote from those days is worth repeating. The year after Dennis escaped jail, he was forced to sign in at the jail every day, and had to ask the judge’s permission to leave Ventura. It was a form of house arrest that Dennis never received any “time served” credit for during his sentencing, in another of the innumerable legal irregularities in his case. Dennis got permission to leave Ventura to secure the services of Mr. Big Time Attorney and he got to go to a new science conference that he was invited to speak at. It was his first public appearance in more than a year, and guess who showed up when he spoke? Bill the BPA Hit Man! Bill had infiltrated all of the new science organizations, and was posing in those days as a Tesla researcher. When Dennis spoke, Bill tried to disrupt the meeting by shouting his lies, and was removed from the room. Bill then sabotaged all of Dennis’s subsequent meetings at that conference. I don’t know if Bill got a Godzilla bonus for that performance, or if it was just another day at the office for him.

New Science organizations and conferences are crawling with people like Bill. Bill “merely” heckled Dennis (as his lawyer did the day that I met Dennis), and while killing one of Dennis’s employees did not slow Bill down by even one step, and murdering people at conferences is a Godzilla specialty, Bill only used his psychopathic powers of persuasion. He staked out where Dennis spoke, and when people left, he sought out anybody who looked excited and invited them to lunch. Bill had changed costumes and was a “noted Tesla researcher” in those days, and when he took those people out to lunch, he proceeded to tell Big Lies about Seattle. Bill portrayed himself as one of Dennis’s investors, whom Dennis ripped off. The people who heard that fled from Dennis, and Dennis only heard about what had happened years later. What amazed Dennis was how gullible and stupid such people were.

Average people are putty in the hands of psychopaths, which is why they become such successful corporate executives and politicians. That is why Bill the BPA Hit Man, Mr. Texas, Mr. Deputy, and Mr. Skeptic were so successful in their manipulations of the people involved with Dennis. Their motto is, “The bigger the lie, the better,” and on the vast majority of humanity, it works.

Again, the entire point of this narrative is to show what I learned from my days with Dennis, including why there is no free energy available to the public today. Dennis’s adventures comprise the case study that all free energy aspirants should be required to study, but instead, august talking heads in the field tell Big Lies about Dennis, as they do Godzilla’s work for him.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I was so disappointed when I heard that Dennis did a plea bargain, but when I heard what the judge did (who was soon promoted, and Ms. Prosecutor was given a judge position for her effort) I understood. By that time, I was married, living with Mr. Professor, had given notice at my job at the medical lab, and prepared to take the summer off and hike before moving to Ohio to put my wife through her doctoral program. I received a final attack from a family member for my role in what happened in Ventura, whom I never saw again, and my mother was busily compiling her scrapbook, which she would later take on tour, telling the story of her son the criminal.

But soon before I left Ventura, I had a talk with Mr. Advisor, who told me of his visit with Sparky Sweet. He did not give me any names or places, but the next year, Brian O’Leary gave me Sparky’s name a few minutes after we met, but that is another story, and it was another 20 years before I realized that Sparky lived just down the road from us. Situations like that are why Dennis was offered $1 billion to go away, not so much the hydraulic heat engine path that we were trying. Sparky had the goods, with a working free energy prototype that output a million times what went into it, as it harnessed the zero-point field. I would later discover that the Global Controllers had developed free energy technology to a commercial level since probably before I was born. Dennis could have brought Sparky’s pig to market, and we had to be stopped. That is what gave Godzilla a few sleepless nights. Joe Newman was the first time that I ever heard of free energy, but for the next four years, I was in Hurricane Dennis and did not hear of any free energy efforts other than ours.

Just this week, I have been reading the latest issue of Scientific American, and although it has good articles, it also has appalling ones, in a similar tenor to their ridicule of the Wright brothers, as if they learned nothing in the intervening century. In the current issue (November 2016), they dismissed the idea of free energy, said there was no credible evidence of visiting ETs, stumped for vaccines, dismissed homeopathy, and called climate change conspiracy theories ludicrous, but without ever mentioning that oil company “scientists” cooked it up. Geez, it was like I was reading Skeptical Enquirer, and I suppose with arch-materialist and establishment-defender Michael Shermer leading off the festivities in that article on what we “know,” I should have expected it. Shabby stuff, from the house organ of establishment science in the USA. I have even seen defenses of the Warren Commission from those people. In the Fifth Epoch, stumping for materialism and spouting interest-conflicted bromides is not how scientists will conduct themselves.

Best,

Wade

[Krishna]

Pre-historic humans 14000-16000 years ago killed to extinction cave lions

[Wade Frazier]

Thanks Freeknowledge:

The only reason for much doubt that humans drove the megafauna to extinction is to bolster our self-regard as a species: the standard egocentric in-group conceit. I was in a discussion last night with a relative who justifies the USA’s imperial behavior. These are human universals, and what science has going for it, when it plays fairly, is looking at what the evidence tells us. All too often, the practice of science is corrupted by conflicts of interest, but studying Earth’s and humanity’s ancient past is less susceptible to it than many other areas of science.

As far as hunting predators goes, I am sure that it happened plenty, and was a way for foolish young men to prove their bravery. A recent hypothesis specifically calls out human hunting of predators as a factor in the megafauna extinctions. That extinction of the predators may have had more to do with humanity’s exterminating their prey than it was being hunted, although the study that you linked to certainly makes the case that carnivore skins/bones were used in ancient rituals, but nobody doubted that, as historic hunter-gatherer people did the same thing (and do even today). Interesting that some of the evidence has survived.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Here is my last Ventura anecdote before I summarize what I learned from my first stint with Dennis. Of all that I had lived through, from starving and bankruptcy to the attacks of friends and family, from the endless Establishment attacks (from the day I met him), to those darkest days, the greatest devastation that I personally endured was Mr. Professor’s ruined life and premature death. Nothing else came close.

The year before we hit Ventura, Mr. Professor was a millionaire, the most beloved teacher at the local junior college, and a strapping physical specimen with a wonderful wife. I had some world-class athletic talent and could have been a benchwarmer on my high school basketball team, and maybe even on my junior college team. I had just turned 29 when we hit Ventura, and Mr. Professor played basketball with me that year. At that age, I could still perform pretty well as an athlete with no preparation, and by the end of that next summer, which I took off to try to recover, all of that hiking up mountains got me to where I could leap almost as high as I did in college. In those days, Mr. Professor was in his early 50s, and he actually gave me a game. I still look back in awe at that, being in my late-50s myself today and giving up basketball 20 years ago. That a man in his 50s played an athletic man in his 20s, and was competitive, is mindboggling to me today. Mr. Professor won the discus throw amongst North Dakota colleges at the state track meet when he was young, and paid attention my track career when I was in college, as his best student was also a track star.

Mr. Professor was also a hunter, and men from his culture grew up hunting and fishing, and he bagged a grizzly in Alaska, whose pelt was on his wall. That is not my trip, but I have some dim understanding and respect for the mentality.

The year before we hit Ventura, somebody lied to Mr. Professor about some land in a real estate deal, as far as how developable it was, and Mr. Professor lost $300K because of it. He put about $250K of his own money into our Ventura effort before it was over, and blew another $300K in a couple of “get rich quick” schemes, trying to raise enough money for Dennis’s legal defense and resurrect the business. It all came to an end soon after I moved away to Ohio, and Mr. Professor went bankrupt and had to move back to the family farm in North Dakota.

Not only was he financially ruined, but he was diabetic from early adulthood, and it spun out of control during the Ventura ordeal. He finally admitted to me that the stress of those days likely contributed to his failing health. His wife took him to Mexico, where an alternative treatment saved his legs, but his health gradually failed and he went on dialysis, and Dennis and I were among a legion of people who offered Mr. Professor a kidney, and perhaps part of our pancreas (I was not his only former student to make that offer), and he replied that he would only accept a kidney from somebody as “old and useless” as he was.

His death in 2002 devastated me, not the least of which being that voice in my head piping up and taking “credit” for leading me to him, as I said goodbye to his broken body. Tough medicine, and his death sent me into the dark phase of my midlife crisis, which lasted until Dennis invited me to the White House. Mr. Professor came through at his grave more than a decade later, to assuage my pain and let me know how happy he was to help, but I don’t want to bury anybody else whom I got involved in my journey. I have had more than enough of ruined and prematurely ended lives. More on Mr. Professor will come in future posts, but that is enough for now. I am tearing up as I write this.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

So, as the title of this series of posts states, at 116 posts and a ways to go, what did I learn from those days? More than I ever thought that I would or would want to. Human behavior could never surprise me again, and my life’s primary lesson, that personal integrity was the world’s scarcest commodity, and is the primary reason why humanity is in this predicament, was sharply driven home to me. This is very likely the lesson that my “friends” had in mind when they first spoke to me, which was likely part of the plan that I came to Earth to execute, as part of my soul’s journey, a journey that I would not wish on anybody, and each of us has our own journeys, with their blessings and challenges. I was blessed in many ways, to prepare me for my journey, but much was also “demanded,” which is how it seems to work.

Looking back, I can tell that my life before meeting Dennis, from my grooming to be a scientist, to my business studies, to my mystical awakening and study, from my baptism by fire in LA, to rescuing the hooker, was only preparation for the real-world class that I had during my years with Dennis.

While the Seattle experience was eye-opening, and class really began in Boston, Ventura was where the greatest lessons of my life were learned, by far. Summarizing the lessons that I learned during my first stint with Dennis, with the Ventura experience capping it off, will take a few posts to summarize, and here goes.

Personal Integrity is the World’s Scarcest Commodity

I resisted that lesson every step of the way, until it was beaten into my head in no uncertain terms. As I have written, many events I did not discover until later, often by reading about them in Dennis’s books, but also from conversations with the participants years, sometimes many years, after they happened, which helped paint the picture of my awareness. So, I am still digesting the lessons of the Ventura days, and have recently written about how my memory could be fallible on the issues, which is why Dennis’s books have helped at times, as well as referring to my own writings. This summary will include some events from those days that I did not discover until later.

The day that I met Dennis, and Bill the Hit Man’s attorney heckled Dennis, and when a TV reporter told Big Lies about Dennis a few weeks later, are two early examples of when I saw events but did not appreciate their context until later, sometimes years later, even many years. When my boss helped orchestrate the theft of Dennis’s Seattle company, that was an eye-opener, but more important to me was watching all of those employees cheering the theft and seeing how the “loyalists” later acted. I saw only two people in Seattle bow out with honor. There may have been some more, but of those who walked the longest miles of the journey, only two ultimately acquitted themselves honorably, and those days were only a gentle preview.

In Boston, my trial by fire began, but being attacked by that former girlfriend was again only a gentle preview.

By the time that the rocket took off in Ventura, I had witnessed about a dozen attempts to steal Dennis’s companies, and I told Dennis how shocking it was to see, and Dennis told me to join the club. That was still only a gentle preview, and after a few months of flying high, down came the sledgehammer, which began with the raid. My only experience with policemen until the raid was a few traffic tickets, almost none of which I actually deserved, and watching the police acting criminally was really the beginning of my awakening. That law enforcement officials, especially the judges, were gangsters in Ventura, my home town, was something that you could not have convinced me of when we hit Ventura, even with all that I had already seen. I was disabused of my naïveté during that year after the raid, and by the time I met Gary Wean, I had long since been radicalized and the darkest days of my journey were behind me. I had to face the impulse to commit righteous murder, and I have to thank Mr. Deputy one day for teaching me the meaning of evil, and I will likely try to help rescue him from his “heaven” one day.

But for all of the evil activities in Ventura, as public officials eagerly did Godzilla’s bidding, for the right price, what was far more educational was how those around me acted, from Mr. Inventor and the extorting “loyalists” to Mr. Engineer to those thieving employees to my family and friends, including my own mother. That Bill the BPA Hit Man, Mr. Deputy, and Ken Hodgell were psychopaths who were sicced on Dennis was not nearly as surprising to me as the behavior of those around me, such as my boss in Seattle and Mr. Stooge. I have a hard time believing that they could have been stupid enough to think that if they stole Dennis’s companies, that they jumped aboard the gravy train, but I witnessed that low-integrity so many times that I think that they really were that stupid, being the kind of fools that killed the golden goose in their greed.

I don’t want to beat this horse too much, but it was the most important lesson of my journey, which dwarfed all other lessons, which I saw confirmed repeatedly during my subsequent adventures and study. But there were also beacons in the darkness, such as Dennis, Mr. Professor, Ralph McGehee, and some others. We aren’t all execrable excuses for human beings, and there might just be enough people on Earth with sufficient integrity to help my plan to succeed, but I am not looking for heroes, partly because not enough of them walk on Earth today.

Best,

Wade