WADE FRAZIER : A Healed Planet

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The so-called Scientific Revolution was a watershed moment in the human journey, and it helped lead to the Industrial Revolution. But in a world of scarcity and fear, eventually everything becomes corrupted. I know that there are technologies on the planet today which turn orthodox physics upside down, but they are sequestered from public awareness and use by history’s greatest cover-up for reasons of earthly power. I have never seen the left engage that reality, and the question became why.

I began this series by noting how spectacular paranormal experiences at age 16 ruined me as a mainstream scientist before my career even began. I eventually realized that all of the dominant ideologies are based on scarcity. Since scarcity is all that humanity has known, that makes sense. But what that also helped do is make abundance unimaginable for nearly all humans, even while the technologies for it are older than I am.

In my great nation, the three dominant ideologies are nationalism, capitalism, and organized religion. I call them population-management ideologies, as people are brainwashed into them to serve elite interests. But another set of ideologies is subtler. I call them Enlightenment philosophies, and they are scientism, materialism, and rationalism. Those have largely seduced the “intelligent” of our societies, particularly scientists. Scientism is seeing science as the only valid path to truth. Materialism is the faith that only the physical universe exists, and rationalism is the idea that logic is the only valid kind of thought. When people make such ideas objects of worship, they get blinded in significant ways. What we call science today can be kind of a caricature of its ideal, especially in biomedical science, which even the defenders of science call its flimsiest and most corrupt branch. It is ironic that leftist thinkers once critiqued what I call the medical racket, dominated by corporations as it is, but those days are long gone and it was never more apparent than during the COVID-19 pandemic.

In Noam Chomsky’s defense on this issue, I once heard him admit that indoor plumbing did more for people’s health than any medical interventions. He has also admitted that drug science has a flimsy theoretical foundation, as drugs are made and then used on test subjects to see what happens. What Noam failed to say, however, was that all drug research in the West is performed under the capitalist framework that seeks to profit from the research. That is a prescription for corruption. Linguistics does not have any commercial applications, so that branch of science perhaps hews closer to the scientific ideal. Scientists are largely professional beggars who are on the elite dole. That has led to great distortions in scientific practice, especially branches that can impact wealth and power, as scientists sit in their soft berths, sipping sherry while denigrating anything that falls outside of their paradigm.

Ed Herman’s Propaganda Model (which Noam is credited as a co-inventor of, although Noam has admitted that his contribution was minor) is a conflict-of-interest model. The first place to look at to understand any corruption is to look at the conflicts of interest. The conflicts in biomedical science are overwhelming. Until recently, three people – Bill Gates, Anthony Fauci, and Jeremy Farrar – controlled the funding for most biomedical research on Earth.

In his latest and likely final book, Noam wrote a chapter on how nationalistic myths are created. Those dynamics that he pointed out so clearly readily apply to the mythology of Western medicine. I have written the book on it, from Western medicine’s barbaric beginnings to the outrageous COVID-19 response.

At its root, the problem with Western medicine is a conflict of paradigms. Feminine medicine is gentle and prescribes prevention and harmless remedies. Masculine medicine is a form of warfare, and the bodies that it treats are merely the theater of glorious battles against disease. Western medicine is good at emergency medicine, which was developed on battlefields, and it is largely worthless for everything else. Americans have the highest medical bills on Earth by far, and the poorest health and shortest life expectancy of any industrial nation. That is the most succinct evidence of a medical racket that I can cite.

Degenerative diseases and infectious diseases form the two primary pillars of the medical racket. The germ theory of disease was developed by serial plagiarist and scoundrel Louis Pasteur, who was also the first big commercializer of vaccines. I am not in the camps of no viruses and no contagion, but I think that the germ theory is incomplete.

Those controversies aside, the conquest of infectious disease in the West had virtually nothing to do with medical interventions. It was a side effect of the Industrial Revolution, with improvements in sanitation, nutrition, and hygiene. There is no credible evidence that vaccines ever conquered a disease. My favorite statistic on this is that the measles death rate in England declined by 99.96% before the vaccine was introduced. I had measles as a child, as did all other American children, and almost nobody died (about one in 8,000 – healthy children did not die). I wrote a post earlier in the year on measles, in the midst of media hysteria over one alleged measles death. There were no deadly infectious diseases when I was a child, and today there is panic if children do not get vaccinated. These are strange times to live in, and Kennedy is trying to bring back sanity.

When I first published my medical racket essay a generation ago, I wasn’t really focused on infectious disease. It was a non-issue. The COVID-19 pandemic, however, woke me up to what a racket had been built around infectious disease. Over the past several years, I studied the issue of AIDS and polio (1), both of which are almost certainly chemical-poisoning diseases that are not caused by viruses. But they were far from aberrations.

Not only did industry cover for lead-arsenate and DDT insecticides, blaming a virus for the paralysis and deaths they caused (attacking nervous systems is how they work), but lead was added to gasoline purely for profit reasons, and an industrial waste – fluoride – was rebranded as compulsory “medicine” by scientists working for fluoride polluters. Arsenic and mercury were in medicines until my lifetime, and mercury is still used in vaccines. In the 1950s, the face of American medicine spearheaded the “research” that supported an ad blitz in the pages of the Journal of American Medical Association for an asbestos cigarette filter, of all things. I could not make that up if I tried, and that kind of says it all about Western medicine.

The Noam that I’m aware of was never very health conscious. Videos can be found of Noam smoking a pipe, as the professorial cliché, and he drank whiskey and chugged coffee. His diet seems to have been pretty healthy, according to his assistant (fruit, vegetables, hummus, yogurt, and cottage cheese), but he may have largely chosen those foods because of their simplicity.

As an anarchist, Noam’s position is that authority always has to justify itself. Noam gave examples of traffic laws which forbid driving on the wrong side of the road, or how small children should be prevented from running into traffic, and vehicles have to slow down around schools when they are in session. When I heard in late 2021 that Noam advocated forced vaccinations, I knew where he was coming from, as misguided as that stance was. To be fair, Noam didn’t say people should be forced, just that they shouldn’t be members of society if they weren’t vaccinated. That still amounts to coercion to get vaccinated. I don’t want to go too far down that rabbit hole, but the so-called COVID vaccines were not really vaccines at all. Until COVID, vaccines were defined as injecting disease organisms into people to stimulate their immune systems to fight off real diseases. The mRNA vaccines only simulate disease organisms. I consider the evidence to be strong that whatever benefit people might get from vaccines is greatly outweighed by the autoimmune conditions that vaccination causes. Vaccines “work” by inducing autoimmune reactions.

When the law was passed in 1986 to shield vaccine makers from liability, the law stated that vaccines were “unavoidably unsafe.” So, the “safe and effective” mantra that we hear each day regarding vaccines seems like an attempt to perform the Jedi Mind Trick on the public. Not one vaccine given to American children today was subjected to credible safety testing. Not one. Most American children today have chronic conditions, which “coincidentally” began skyrocketing when they started getting pincushioned by vaccines beginning in the late 1980s. Vaccines kill about 10,000 American babies a year, and of course, it is all being covered up.

Noam seems unaware of this grim, sordid history and current reality. It is very likely that the COVID-19 virus came out of a biowarfare lab, and the official response was a catastrophe for the world’s people. Effective early treatments were wiped out to make way for the patented treatments. That was all textbook medical-racket behavior, and Noam seemed to be ignorant of all of it, as can be seen in this interview. Between the draconian response of lockdowns and mandatory masking, wiping out early treatments, deadly hospital protocols, and then the Frankensteinian COVID injections, many millions of people around the world unnecessarily lost their lives. The CDC was not able to find one previously healthy American child that died from COVID. Not one. But it recommended that children get the COVID injection (with Kennedy’s efforts, maybe mandates are over, as another Nazi-like era ends).

Noam is no hypocrite, so I’m sure he got in line for his COVID injection and probably a booster or four. It is legitimate to wonder if his debilitating stroke came because of the injection. One college roommate was crippled from the injection. Nearly four years later, he can barely walk. My other surviving college roommate was probably killed by the injection, and I am the last man standing. I get story after story of this, and I don’t go looking for them.

How could Noam be so oblivious to the medical racket? My guess is scientism, and I have seen this many times with the left. Ed Herman wrote about junk science, which was the abuse of scientific findings for propaganda purposes. But Ed did not discuss the corruption of the scientific process itself. It seems that Noam and Ed let their professional brethren off the hook, even though the dynamics that Ed and Noam wrote about for journalists would have just as easily applied to scientists that worked in corrupt environments. Most of those scientists are blind to how they sold their souls. MDs in the medical racket are the same. I have seen estimates that about 70% of them are heedless of the racket that they are part of. About a quarter of them quietly suspect that something is wrong, especially after watching patients get injured and die from the COVID injections. The rest know that something is awry, but precious few of them have been courageous enough to speak out. Those that did had their careers wrecked. This is a universal in all rackets. Noam clearly pointed it out in the media, even said that all intellectuals in capitalist societies face similar constraints, but was blind to it in Western medicine, to the point of advocating forced medical procedures not far removed from the Nazis. If it could happen to Noam, who could escape that trap? Not many.

While so much of the left prides itself on its scientific approach, the fact is that the vast majority of humanity, probably approaching 99%, is scientifically illiterate. But the scientifically literate often succumb to scientism and related mythologies.

A salient example of the lack of scientific literacy in the left is the trans craze. There is not one shred of evidence that a mammal can change its sex. For mammals, sex is determined at conception. The End. But the left has been supporting the sterilization and mutilation of minors in the name of “inclusion” (the entire affair is a form of pedophilia), and the left stands by as men invade women’s spaces, such as restrooms, locker rooms, sports, and prisons. In great irony, the grandfather of this insanity is Michel Foucault, who famously debated Noam in 1971. Foucault is an iconic father of postmodernism, which rejects science altogether (Noam said that Foucault was unintelligible). In the postmodernist view, there is no objective truth, and one of its progeny is men who declare that they are women and demand that society treats them as such. Not only is that issue a direct assault on women and children, the medical racket has sidled up to the trough, raking in more than $1 billion annually on the craze, inflicting medical atrocities that will take their place alongside eugenics and lobotomies. Noam was conspicuously silent on this, to my knowledge, but to his credit, he called out the rising Cancel Culture in what may have been his final media interview.

There are so many areas of legitimate investigation that the left ignores or denigrates. Over 20 years ago, I made my first visit to watch UFOs fly over. I went with a couple of guys who worked at Boeing, and that evening, about a minute after our host tried to “call” one, one “satellite” became the brightest thing in the sky for about five seconds. One of the Boeing guys was never the same. Standing next to us was an Air Force captain who wrote about how stunning it was, and those Boeing guys discussed their experience on a national radio show the next year. I returned three times and was never disappointed.

When Brian O’Leary hosted a UFO conference in 1992, high-ranking military officials attended and tried to recruit Brian into UFO research. When Brian refused their “offer,” he nearly died from a “heart attack,” which Brian believed was their response to his refusal. The closest that he came to publicly discussing it was in his final book. I have two degrees of separation from an astronaut who encountered a UFO for days on the International Space Station. I could go on and on about such events, and the left cannot go there. I witnessed one of Noam’s closest allies dismiss it all as “little green men.”

Brian became very politically active in 1970, protesting at the White House and advising several presidential candidates after his astronaut days were over. When we became colleagues in the free-energy pursuit, he wanted me to help him approach the left. I had been corresponding with Ed Herman for years by that time and tried to introduce him to Brian several times, but Ed was never interested. I didn’t hold it against Ed, who had his 80-year-old hands full as arguably the world’s leading media analyst, and I never tried to interest him in free energy again, although he admitted to me that he neglected energy in his work. The best scientists admitted how little they knew, and if the revelations of those suppressed technologies ever become public information, it will become vividly evident how little mainstream scientists really know. As I have long stated, science in what I call the Fifth Epoch will bear little resemblance to what we see today.

In his last years, Brian was beside himself at how free energy was completely shut out of any discussion in “progressive” venues, and he banged on the doors, as he kept up his ride as the Paul Revere of Free Energy to his dying breath.

I really don’t want to be too hard on the left here, but it is obvious how their ideologies have captured their awareness, and they have abdicated their opportunity to help the human journey’s biggest event transpire. To one level or another, virtually every group on Earth has done this, which I have witnessed many times.

But this shows the limits of the left and its self-selected impotence, even among the greatest of them. I have not completely given up on them. I count Sam Husseini among my friends, and he promotes my work. But Sam regularly criticizes the “left,” and I am not sure how “left” he considers himself any longer. But as a group, I gave up on the left long ago, as I gave up on all organizations and have been trying to roll my own ever since.

Ho, ho, ho,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The biggest events in American politics since the Great Depression have been:

• Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor;
• John F. Kennedy Assassination;
• 9/11 terror attacks;
• COVID-19 pandemic.

For these events, in each instance, there is evidence that there was far more than met the eye on them. I’ll discuss each in order.

Pearl Harbor

Noam Chomsky always has interesting takes, and here he is on what led to the Pearl Harbor attack (and here). Noam relied heavily on declassified documents, but I never saw him discuss the McCollum Memorandum, written in 1940 by a man in naval intelligence who was a White House liaison who even hand-delivered intelligence material to Franklin Roosevelt. The memo was declassified in 1995 and basically outlined a series of provocations to goad Japan into attacking the USA. All of the memo’s recommendations were enacted by the USA before Pearl Harbor. The memo stated:

“If by these means Japan could be led to commit an overt act of war, so much the better. At all events we must be fully prepared to accept the threat of war.”

And the Pearl Harbor attack was a big surprise? The headline of Hilo’s newspaper, a week before the attack, warned of an attack by Japan, coming on the day that it happened! But I have seen many scholars who still maintain that the USA was completely surprised by Japan’s attack, and the left has almost always denied any conspiratorial intent in the USA regarding those events, to either fabricate or enable them.

In the big picture, luring Japan to attack the United States perfectly fits. Roosevelt needed some kind of event to goad the isolationist American people into World War II, and the Pearl Harbor attack perfectly fit the bill. The USA also has a history of such events, such as when James K. Polk marched the U.S. Army into Mexico to “start something,” and Polk declared war on Mexico before he even got news of the expected event. The subsequent invasion and theft of half of Mexico was easy. This is how my great nation was built, and George Washington began the USA’s fraudulent diplomacy to steal Indian land, a policy which the USA followed until there was no more land to steal and the natives were nearly extinct.

John F. Kennedy assassination

On this subject, I went down the rabbit hole in recent days, to make sure that I was being fair to Noam’s stance on the issue. I have written on this topic at great length since 2001, when I first published my findings. Once again, a declassified memo puts the matter to rest for any thinking person: JFK was killed in a backfired CIA operation that was intended to frame Fidel Castro for a fake assassination attempt on John Kennedy to justify an invasion of Cuba. Lee Harvey Oswald was a military-intelligence operative who was framed as the patsy after being recruited into the fake-assassination operation by E. Howard Hunt. That came straight from the mouth of Senator John Tower, three weeks after the assassination, and was reported in Gary Wean’s book that was published in 1987. A decade later, Operation Northwoods was declassified, which was the Pentagon’s 1962 plan to frame Castro for fake terror incidents to justify an invasion of Cuba. JFK dismissed the 1962 plan, but the Joint Chiefs of Staff surreptitiously resurrected it at the same time that Oswald was recruited into the fake-assassination operation. Kennedy was unaware of both operations, for two of the many times when he was out-of-the-loop as president. Gary lived long enough to become aware of the Northwoods plan, and he quoted commentary on the Northwoods release: “The Defense Department considered shooting people on American streets to stage a pretext for overthrowing Fidel Castro.” That Gary repeatedly encountered Jack Ruby in the company of Jewish mobster Mickey Cohen in the 1940s was just a bonus. Ruby was not the small-time nightclub owner that the Warren Commission portrayed him as, just as Oswald was no communist.

With the JFK-document declassifications earlier this year, the mainstream discussion is almost exactly Gary’s reporting, as it revolves around Oswald, Hunt, the CIA, and Cuba. All that is missing from the mainstream reporting is the initial fake plan, but I am aware of a forthcoming book that will make the case that Oswald was part of a false-flag operation. To this day, however, the mainstream discussion completely ignores Gary, as do most other JFK-assassination researchers. There are some exceptions, but not many.

In the same year that Noam and I were engaged in our brief correspondence, he published Rethinking Camelot, in which he made the case that the CIA would not have had any motivation to kill JFK and that JFK’s murder did not change American policy, especially toward Vietnam. Noam’s book was largely a response to Oliver Stone’s movie that made the case that JFK was killed because he was too soft on Vietnam and planned to pull out. Noam’s work was mainly about making the case that JFK was just part of a series of American escalations in Vietnam that began after World War II ended and the USA helped France’s efforts to recolonize the region. When that failed under Eisenhower, the USA took over, prevented elections to unify Vietnam (which Hồ Chí Minh would have won in a landslide), installed the Diem dictatorship, and under JFK, began directly attacking Vietnam, which escalated under Lyndon Johnson and continued under Nixon, which became a genocide of Indochina’s people. Noam did not see JFK as that different from any of the others, playing his part in the imperial escalation not only in Vietnam but also in Latin America. Incidentally, one of my first professional mentor’s innovations was used by the U.S. Navy to fabricate the Gulf of Tonkin incident, which was Johnson’s excuse to escalate the Vietnam War.

Noam’s stance on the JFK assassination riled up the JFK-researcher community. Here is one author’s disagreements with Noam’s stances (here is Noam on the Cuban Missile crisis, which that author disagrees with (as do I). Here is a video from recent years on Noam about the JFK hit. Noam has kind of backed off of his support for the Warren Commission, has little opinion on who did it (other than Oswald likely did it, which means that Noam buys the ludicrous Magic Bullet theory (1, 2, 3, 4)), and once again maintains his primary stance that JFK’s murder had no impact on American policy. More declassified documents call that into question, especially on Vietnam. Here is a mainstream historian who weighed in in 2004. The next year, in the wake of the catastrophic invasion of Iraq, historians gathered to assess the question, and half of them concluded that JFK intended to deescalate the USA’s involvement in Vietnam, which became the basis for a movie and book.

Northwoods aside, which, in conjunction with Gary’s reporting of the Tower conversation, should lay to rest for any thinking person the idea that Oswald was the lone assassin, I’ll briefly lay out some of the evidence for why the Warren Report is largely a work of fiction.

To me, the elephant in the room for Warren Commission apologists was the appointment of Allen Dulles to the Warren Commission. JFK fired Dulles over the Bay of Pigs fiasco, and Dulles despised JFK. I made a video recently on my take on the JFK hit. Dulles was the only Commission member who didn’t have a full-time job, and he essentially ran the Commission. For a glimpse of his attitude, when the Commission’s members viewed Kennedy’s bloody clothing, the rest of the Commissioners were queasy, but Dulles made a disparaging joke about JFK’s tie (as a clip-on). Former CIA employee Ray McGovern said that Dulles’s Warren Commission membership screamed “cover-up.”

Historian of Indonesia Greg Poulgrain wrote a couple of books about JFK and Dulles in Indonesia. Dulles hid from JFK and the Indonesian president Sukarno the prodigious mineral wealth of New Guinea, as Dulles continued his efforts for his oligarchic masters. Poulgrain was not a JFK-assassination researcher, but he devoted a chapter to the very curious situation in which Dulles knew oilman George de Mohrenschildt for 40 years, as Poulgrain marveled at Dulles’s ability to move his human chess pieces across the world for decades. Dulles was a Rockefeller fixer for his entire career, so knowing an oilman in Indonesia makes sense. By “coincidence,” the aristocratic White Russian oilman took Oswald under his wing in Dallas. Oswald has been called the only “communist” within a hundred miles of Dallas in 1963, and de Mohrenschildt’s befriending of Oswald was like a Wall Street executive who took a hippie under his wing. De Mohrenschildt admitted to being a CIA informant.

In 1963, de Mohrenschildt left the USA, but not before he introduced Oswald to Ruth Paine, whose husband worked on classified projects. That situation has long been suspected as a CIA-handler handoff. Ruth not only got Oswald the fateful job at the book depository, but she took in Oswald’s wife, and Ruth’s garage was the source of the backyard photos.

To make it clear, Oswald was the highest-ranking Marine defection in the entire Cold War, and he should have faced prosecution when he returned to the USA, but he was instead warmly received, which Castro publicly remarked on the day after the assassination. After he returned, Oswald got a job (1) that required a security clearance. That situation alone should make any thinking person doubt the “Oswald the commie” trope.

But the “coincidence” that should make thinking people fall out of their chairs is that Dulles also knew Ruth’s family. What are the odds that Dulles “coincidentally” knew the people on both ends of that suspected CIA-handler handoff? Warren Commission apologists just brushed it off as another amazing series of coincidences, invoking trillion-to-one odds.

The declassification effort has shown that the CIA worked diligently to cover up Oswald’s CIA connections. Dulles definitely led the effort to cover up all of Oswald’s intelligence and CIA connections, but he did not cover up all of them.

When I read articles such as this one, I can see how close RFK was, for instance, to understanding what really happened. If he was privy to the Tower conversation, so much would have become stunningly clear to him.

In that recent video, Noam conflated “high-level conspiracy” with policy changes, to dismiss it all. I am not sure that “high-level conspiracy” needed to be conjoined with policy changes, but what evidence would Noam need for a high-level conspiracy – declassified meeting minutes? What Rodney Stich heard is probably as good as we will get.

One of my favorite authors of the left is Michael Parenti, and he wrote about how JFK may not have been very far left, but he was not nearly far enough to the right for the oligarchy. Parenti wrote that the left has a “conspiracy-phobia,” and he wrote that Kennedy was likely killed by the “gangster state.” Parenti particularly took on Noam’s positions on the JFK hit.

I never saw Noam give JFK credit for anything. Noam wrote that mass activism influenced Nixon to found the EPA, but JFK defied the chemical industry when he promoted Silent Spring. He also took on Big Pharma over thalidomide. With DDT and thalidomide, he specifically honored two women scientists who had both been attacked by industry. David Rockefeller was JFK’s public-policy opponent who weighed forth in the media regularly. Read Battling Wall Street for more on that. After JFK’s murder, his Alliance for Progress became little more than a Rockefeller tool.

Noam also credited the test-ban treaty to activists, but it was JFK who made it happen. I see that as part of JFK’s effort to end the Cold War, which I never saw Noam comment on. JFK’s proposed joint mission to the Moon with the Soviet Union was one of his initiatives to end the Cold War. Dwight Eisenhower warned of the “military-industrial complex” (“MIC”) as he left office. I had to bet, I would put the JFK hit to the credit of the Eastern Oligarchy and MIC.

For me, the primary upshot of the JFK hit is one that Noam would likely agree with, at least partly: It does not matter who the president is. On American foreign policy, Noam has long remarked that American foreign policy was scarcely impacted by who occupied the Oval Office. People can argue that the American president has been a puppet since the 1800s, and I won’t deny it. With JFK’s murder, the message was clear to all future presidential aspirants: you are expendable. If the sitting president could be murdered in broad daylight in front of hundreds of witnesses and it was all covered up, how much power could a president really have? Is it so much different from Roman emperors and the Praetorian Guard?

To the credit of Americans, 65% of adults today believe that JFK was killed in a conspiracy. It was 81% in 2001, as the generations alive when JFK was killed are dying off. Noam has portrayed that as the American appetite for conspiracy theories, but I give the American people more credit than that. To even casual observers, a lot about the JFK hit does not add up.

Ed Herman wrote this about magic bullets: “Magic bullet: One that wends its way through several bodies, smashing bones on the way, but ends up in pristine condition, conveniently located for police attribution to the gun of choice.” Ed was also intrigued by my reporting of Gary’s Tower conversation.

I have information that Noam does not on the JFK hit, but the media has been in lockstep for more than 60 years on the lone-gunman scenario, and the left rarely challenged it. On this topic, I can understand the abuse that has been heaped on Noam for his stance, but he has received worse.

9/11 terror attacks

Noam flatly dismissed any kind of American government conspiracy in 9/11. He called 9/11 a gift from heaven for the neocons, who even publicly wished for something like 9/11. In a study that Ed coauthored and edited, it was noted that Osama bin Laden was seen in Bosnia in 1994, visiting the Bosnian president one time, and bin Laden had a Bosnian passport. I previously reported the conversation that Slobodan Milošević had with Bill Clinton, as Clinton protected bin Laden in 1998-1999. Milošević was highly skeptical that a man protected by the sitting American president would engineer 9/11 two years later. Far more than meets the eye happened regarding 9/11. I find Noam’s dismissals of any 9/11 conspiracy involving the American government to be dubious. In my circles, I heard of a man who saw the 9/11 plan on Dick Cheney’s desk. I don’t know the truth of that, but the spooks are a power unto themselves, and nothing that they might do surprises me.

COVID-19 pandemic

My previous post discussed Noam’s COVID-19 stance. Advocating coerced vaccinations was definitely a low point in Noam’s public life. As with the other events, far more than met the eye happened. On this one, I am skeptical of many conspiracist yarns, such as that the mRNA injections are intended to depopulate Earth and other wild tales, which rarely have any credible supporting evidence. My view is that the likely scenario is that the COVID-19 virus was engineered and escaped from the Wuhan lab, and it became a windfall for the medical racket and authoritarians everywhere. Fauci finally got his pandemic, after he cried wolf so many times. It is legitimate to wonder how knowingly reckless the events were that led to the virus that spread across Earth.

Summary

There is substantial evidence that key American events over the past century were engineered or enabled by insiders. The left has nearly always dismissed the ideas, and the only time that I ever saw Noam invoke a possible conspiracy was with the murder of Martin Luther King, Jr. I see the high-profile assassinations and attempts, from JFK to Reagan, as likely spook operations. When the JFK hit became so successful, it seems to have become a favored tactic for a generation, serving up a lone nut each time.

While the left generally denies conspiratorial intent in favor of structural analysis, the right is usually obsessed with conspiracies. I am sympathetic to people who are dismayed by conspiracist fervor. Much tabloid-level conspiratorial theorizing graces the popular culture, and QAnon comes to mind as a recent example. Since the 1990s, I have seen at least 100 breathless announcements that the “White Hats” are going to save humanity from itself any day now. There are “white hats,” but Trump is not one of them, and don’t count on them to save the day.

While a great deal of conspiracism is lunacy, many events have likely been engineered by covert means. In some areas, the conspiracy theories are true in large measure. But I found that conspiracism is a tribal mentality, explaining the world’s woes with evildoers, usually elites and their minions. However, as I always say, these situations are 1% conspiracy and 99% complicity. Noam largely denies that 1% conspiracy, but he is very good at illuminating the 99% complicity. There are levels of power and control far above the level of officials and the media, and I’ll explore those next. Denying that those levels exist leads, in my opinion, to hacking at branches instead of going to the root, which is the real economy and what runs it: energy.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The previous posts of this series are relatively uncontroversial compared to this one, and few on Earth would agree with my treatment of its subject matter. But I seek those who can, because it is the truth as I know it, and that understanding will be critical for my effort’s success.

In last year’s book preview, I had a chapter on the rise of global elites. That is my guess. Elites are as old as civilization, but they could not begin to realistically think in global terms until Europe began conquering the world. Some have traced elite lineages back to the earliest civilizations, with secret societies and the like. That may be the case, but from what I have seen, there has always been plenty of elite “churn” as civilizations constantly conquered each other over the millennia, and the evidence for such lineages seems sketchy.

Almost nobody on Earth today has knowingly encountered today’s global elite. They were likely involved in wiping out and stealing our Seattle company, and they were certainly involved in Boston and Ventura, but it took me many years to realize it. Few people whom the global elite intervened with even realized that they were targeted like that. Staying in the shadows is good for global-elite business.

About the only people who will encounter the global elite’s minions are those who pose a threat, and there is no greater threat than free-energy, antigravity, and other technologies. The arrival of abundance will end the reign of elites on Earth, and they know it. That is why my partner was offered a billion dollars to fold our operation before they lowered the boom on us. We gave the global elites some interesting days at the office and maybe some sleepless nights. If we had been left unmolested, humanity would likely live in what I call the Fifth Epoch today, which is a world based on abundance and love instead of scarcity and fear.

John Perkins was taught that American covert action was privatized after the CIA overthrew Iran’s government. I saw it with my CIA-contract-agent relative who worked for Henry Kissinger when Kissinger had no official role with the American government. As I wrote in my previous post, the primary upshot of the JFK assassination to me was the permanent demotion of the American presidency. All presidents since JFK were puppets and knew it. My guess is that the military-industrial complex and Eastern Oligarchy were behind JFK’s murder, and those are largely domestic interests. Because the United States is history’s richest and most powerful nation, I am sure that there is quite a bit of overlap between global elites and American elites.

If E. Howard Hunt was right that JFK was killed over the ET issue, then that makes sense to me. The global elite do not release the declassified minutes of their meetings for people such as Noam Chomsky to examine. One of Noam’s close colleagues even admitted rejecting the idea of global elites, and I have seen that crowd dismiss the ET issue as “little green men.” I believe that one reason for the dismissal of global elites is that the idea of them and their interventions undermines the structuralist approach. I came to see those as hypotheses of consciousness and unconsciousness. Is there a conscious design and manipulation of the system or does it all just kind of happen? This is a huge schism between the political left and right. In my opinion, the right and left have lopsided views of the situation. These events that I chronicle are 1% conspiracy and 99% complicity, and neither the left nor the right wants to hear it. The 1% conspiracy implies at least some conscious control, and the 99% complicity means that we are all responsible and cannot keep blaming evildoing out-groups. In my experience, the left and the right both act like victims, and they will be little or no help in righting humanity’s ship. Only people with creator mindsets can help much, and creators create with love.

I survived my odyssey in the 1980s because of my youth and idealism. When the dust finally settled in 1990, my life had been ruined, but I had been awakened. I have been a learning junkie since the cradle, and in 1989 I began my years of radicalized study, which have yet to end. I wanted to understand how the world I came to know came to be, because I realized that I had been lied to about it from the beginning. I studied everything in those days, from the media to history to the JFK hit to thermodynamics to many fringe topics, including alternative medicine, UFOs, free energy, channeled and mystical, etc. I did not know it, but I was becoming a comprehensivist like Bucky Fuller. Those studies resulted in my 2002 website, which is still substantially my site as it stands today. Soon after publishing it, I resumed my science studies in earnest. A decade of that study resulted in my lifetime’s most ambitious essay in 2014, which I doubt that I will surpass. Last year, I leveraged the next ten years of study into my book preview.

It was during the study for my 2014 essay that I developed my Epochal framework. For the people I seek, that framework is a key to their reaching the understandings that my effort requires. I found the history of life on Earth and the human journey to be full of lessons, and the comprehensive perspective that I developed helped me make connections between seemingly disparate subjects and enhanced my understanding.

In the end, the transformative effects of free-energy and related technologies will be like nothing else in the human journey. I eventually boiled the human journey down to the interplay of these three variables:

• Energy,
• Intelligence,
• Tools.

Our increasing intelligence was paid for by increased energy to fuel our energy-hogging brains, and the rise of tools with the unprecedented brain growth of the human line was no coincidence. Those three variables interacted, first with evolution to produce behaviorally modern humans, and since then that dynamic has fueled unprecedented cultural change, as our collective intelligence and increasingly sophisticated tools exploited new energy resources.

As humanity’s energy surplus increased over the Epochs, our societies became more humane and less violent, as the biological compulsion to survive and reproduce in a world of scarcity is the root of all violence. The relative abundance of exploiting new energy sources reduced human violence, just as it did with bonobos.

During my studies, I gradually became aware of, and later dismayed by, academic cottage industries that denied our violent past and humanity’s impact on Earth. The first one that I became aware of back in the 1990s was a strain of academic effort that labored to deny that humanity had driven most of Earth’s megafauna as well as all other human species to extinction. That controversy has largely ended, as the evidence has become overwhelming. I have had to suffer through books and papers that argued that something other than humans did it. Giant tortoises were among the first to be driven to extinction by rock-wielding apes. Africa’s mammalian megafauna came next, especially members of the elephant family, which were the most successful mammals ever before the rise of humans. That slaughter continued to the end of humanity’s conquest of Earth, in the Americas.

I later studied human violence over the Epochs and became aware of a similar strain of academia that argued that humans were peaceful before the rise of farming and civilization. That argument is also dying in light of the evidence. Hobbes won that fictional debate with Rousseau, as life before industrialization was nasty, brutish, and short. Until a couple of centuries ago, half of all children died in a trend that went back to gorillas. The end of childhood death is the biggest event in the human journey so far. It had nothing to do with medical interventions but was a side effect of industrialization, which brought improvements in sanitation, nutrition, and hygiene, as standards of living skyrocketed as never before in the human journey. I call the denial of humanity’s role in the megafauna extinctions and our long history of warfare aspects of the “anything but Homo Sapiens” hypothesis, as those academics defended their species.

The constant death of children I think helped set the stage for the amazing brutality of preindustrial societies. About half of all male chimps die violently, mainly at the hands of neighboring societies. About a quarter of hunter-gatherer men died violently, so there was some improvement. Life improved in ways with the beginning of farming, but it is debatable how much violence declined. In the 20^th century, when the rest of the world “discovered” the isolated New Guinea Highlanders, who had farmed for millennia with no outside contact, it soon became evident that they had the most violent societies on Earth. A third of their societies went extinct each century from warfare.

As with the megafauna extinctions, an academic cottage industry arose that denied that humans engaged in warfare before the rise of farming and civilization. They have been called “peacenik” anthropologists, and Noam blurbed a book by arguably the leading peacenik anthropologist. Kind of like with Epstein, Noam is so approachable that he has signed all sorts of petitions and blurbed many books. I have been dismayed by some of the books that he has blurbed, but I thought that most deserved his praise.

Even while interpersonal violence has sharply declined in industrial societies, we also are making Earth uninhabitable, and the specter of nuclear war was encouraged by the Biden regime over Ukraine. How on Earth did Donald Trump become the voice of sanity on this issue?

Do we run out of fossil fuels before we turn Earth into a hothouse? Do we have nuclear war over the remaining fossil fuels? I have called this the race of the catastrophes. The arrival of free-energy technology solves all of our existential risks almost overnight, but almost nobody on Earth can even imagine it.

While I was writing my 2014 essay and considered the brink of each Epoch, I realized that nobody ever saw the next Epoch coming, and everybody would have likely reacted in fear and refused to even glimpse the next one. People had to experience it before they began to understand. The global elite actively enable humanity’s blindness on this issue with history’s greatest cover-up. Also, people’s adherence to the dominant ideologies abets the situation, as they are all based on scarcity so that abundance becomes unimaginable. As those understandings dawned on me, the difficulty of my task became more evident. It is likely the most difficult task on Earth, mainly because the people that I seek are so rare. But it also seems fitting, as helping the biggest event in the human journey come to pass is no trifling matter.

What I also realized is that what I call retail politics will be no help at all, and that comes next.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

I was reminded yesterday about how hard it is for people to understand what I am doing, even for people who have known me most of my life. In short, my work is about bringing abundant and harmlessly produced energy to humanity, which will usher in a new chapter of the human journey, of abundance and love instead of the scarcity and fear that have been humanity’s constant companions. It will also heal Earth and its ecosystems. It will be the biggest event in the human journey, and another term for it is the arrival of heaven on Earth. The technologies for that transition are on the planet and older than I am, but they have been subjected to history’s greatest act of organized suppression, which my fellow travelers and I discovered the hard way.

My odyssey began when I was 15 (arguably even at 12), and my fellow travelers and I have had experiences that few people on Earth can believe happened. We all eventually realized that there are few people on Earth like us, which is why this is the most difficult task on Earth. Few people care for anything beyond their immediate self-interest or their in-group’s welfare. This is common with all social animals. Anybody who has played on the high road for long knows this.

We are all indoctrinated and conditioned into the prevailing ideologies, which justify the status quo and particularly serve elite interests. Adhering to the prevailing ideologies promises survival. Few people are willing or able to think beyond that, which is why they are so easily herded, often to their deaths. There is a global elite that almost nobody on Earth encounters unless they do something that threatens the interests of those elites. Nothing is more threatening than those exotic technologies in the public’s hands, as it means the end of elites.

I have encountered many truly heroic people, and they all paid dearly for their heroism, often with shattered and shortened lives. There simply are not enough of them on Earth for the hero’s approach to work. There are many failed approaches to this, and I am trying something different. I call it building the choir, in which a relative handful comes to understand how our world really works (which requires a comprehensive perspective), not the official versions or the alternatives that are really about serving people’s delusions and their self-interest. I call what I am doing the love and enlightenment path to a healed planet and humanity. Time is short to avoid a global catastrophe, and I am an old man now. I seek the people who can help with this world-changing task, and I have been using the Internet to find them since the 1990s. I found some, but not very many so far. I will keep trying, and I will keep producing material that I hope is worthy of their interest, so that that public conversation can begin, to attract more like us. That can lead to developing free-energy technology and giving it to humanity. It really will not take very many people, and my goal is 5,000 of those “singers.” If that nucleus forms, the rest will be easy.

That is really all that I am doing. Here is the video version of this. Happy 2026.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

In Brian O’Leary’s final book, he surveyed conventional alternative energy sources and technologies and concluded that they were all too little and too late to solve our existential energy issues. Two that he discussed receive the most publicity today: solar and wind energy. When he wrote about it in 2009, photovoltaic solar and wind provided 0.3% of global energy use. Today, it is nearly 6% (less than 3% in the USA in 2024). That is quite a bit of progress in 16 years, and I decided that it was time to revisit the issue, partly spurred by Noam Chomsky’s mention of the New Green Deal and how easily humanity could solve the energy issue. I have seen numbers such as $50 trillion for the New Green Deal. Here is an estimate of $35 trillion for global renewable energy investment by 2030 to meet 2050 goals, so that global temperatures only increase by 2.7 degrees Fahrenheit. The difference between the Medieval Warming Period and the Little Ice Age was about one degree Fahrenheit.

In Brian’s last years, he sought a research assistant to crunch the numbers on conventional alternatives. I have never seen a definitive treatment of the issue, but my recent digging has found quite a few calculations, and I will discuss some of them. Here is an estimate that solar panels and wind power could satisfy humanity’s energy needs a hundred times over. I saw another statement of a thousand times over. Here is an article on how we have all of the materials for it. Here are pros and cons on renewable energy by source (and wind power (1)), which are similar to Brian’s discussion of the issue.

It is easy to understand the problems with fossil fuels. If we look at the nations with the world’s largest oil deposits, nearly all of them have played prominent roles in American foreign policy.

Number one, Venezuela, is under attack by the USA as I write this (the USA kidnapped the Venezuelan president and his wife days after I wrote this section, and Venezuelan oil will now get privatized, Iran- and Iraq-style). Next is Saudi Arabia, which always played ball with the USA, and its recent murder and dismemberment of a Washington Post journalist has not dimmed the star of one of Earth’s most brutal regimes. Number three is Iran. We not only overthrew its government on behalf of American oil companies in 1953, but we also bombed it last year and Trump is threatening more as I write this. Number four is Canada, and Trump openly wants to annex it. Number five is Iraq: our generation-long genocide there will live in infamy, and our invasion is the crime of the century so far. Number six and seven are the United Arab Emirates and Kuwait, which have always played ball with the USA, and we even “rescued” Kuwait from Iraq. Number eight is Russia, which we have been risking nuclear war with as we try to topple its government and Balkanize it, turning it into easily controlled vassal states. Number nine is the USA, and number 10 is Libya, which we destroyed in 2011. In short, oil dominates our foreign policy.

The world’s oil is running out fast and will be almost all gone in this century at current trajectories. Key questions are whether we have nuclear war over the last barrels of oil before we make parts of Earth uninhabitable from Global Warming and have epic crop failures in which billions of people starve, which I call the race of the catastrophes.

A key concept to understand the issue is known as “energy return on energy invested” (“EROI”). A century ago, East Texas oil had an EROI of 100, which meant that for every barrel of oil invested in oil extraction, 100 barrels were obtained. Oil EROI has been plummeting globally and will dip below seven before long, as the easy oil is gone. An EROI of seven is considered about the minimum to sustain a modern civilization.

All sorts of experts assert that conventional alternative energy can provide all of humanity’s energy. In 2013, a study concluded that when the costs needed to manage wind and solar's intermittent energy are included, they both had EROIs below the threshold of economic viability, as seen below.

I dug around, looking for the numbers. Could wind and solar save the day? One of those cited experts discussed how heat pumps would be a huge help, but the best ones were wiped out. Maybe they can be resurrected.

I have looked into this issue regularly over the years, and I consider many renewable-energy presentations to be misleading. I have seen many graphs such as this one:

It shows the renewable share of global electricity production. It is the preferred presentation by most renewable advocates, but electricity is a small part of global energy use. If solar and wind are shown on a graphic of total global energy, they are barely distinguishable, such as here:

Here is a similarly misleading graphic by the World Economic Forum. Solar additions are far outstripping wind additions these days, and wind and solar are heavily promoted (1). Good old Amory Lovins is giving it his best. This past summer in Europe, solar produced more electricity than any other source. Fossil-fuel production was still rising in 2024.

My take is that if the entire world made an unprecedented effort, it might happen, but it will be far from easy with conventional alternatives.

Since jet fuel is about 50 times as energy-dense as electric-car batteries, electric planes are still novelties. There are no intercontinental electric plane flights yet. Over the total life cycle, electric cars save about a third of the energy over gasoline cars, and they do not produce carbon dioxide while running. One big issue will be scaling up the electric grids to replace fossil fuels, particularly for transportation.

For me, the surreal aspect of all of this is that if humanity goes this way, it may cost $100 trillion or more, and for $1 billion, which is one-hundred-thousandth (0.001%) of a global New Green Deal, we could have free-energy technology, and a new Epoch would dawn. We won’t get to a new Epoch with conventional alternative energy, as I discuss below.

The so-called net-zero plans promoted by elites (1) are widely regarded as fraudulent and just a new form of colonialism (but maybe it will turn out better for all of the world’s people).

I will now contrast conventional alternative energy with free energy and how each will address humanity’s greatest issues as I see them, which are:

• Inequality – rich nations and poor nations – industrialized and agrarian, political and economic dictatorships, economic classes, and poverty-induced crime;
• Warfare over resources, especially energy resources;
• Humanity’s heavy ecological footprint, not only fossil fuels, but land use (mining, farming, deforestation, extinctions), pollution, roads, cities;
• Cheap calories of poor nutritional value leading to degenerative diseases;
• Elite suppression of technological advances and other racketeering;
• Elite brainwashing of the masses;
• Addictions that result from scarcity and fear.

I will discuss each in order, and this obviously assumes that technical efforts to overcome the intermittent nature of windmills and solar panels succeed in bringing their EROIs to civilization-sustaining levels.

Inequality: Humanity has lived in dramatic inequality since the first civilizations, and it is one of civilization’s greatest blights. The first civilizations conquered each other, and rising and falling empires characterized agrarian civilizations. Europe’s conquest of the world was a brutal enforcement of inequality, and industrialized nations have scarcely been better. After the recent American invasion of Venezuela and the kidnapping of its president and his wife, Sam Husseini reproduced his list of American interventions since World War II, as chronicled by the incomparable William Blum. The only way out of inequality is abundance. Can windmills and solar panels produce abundance? That is far from certain. All plans that I have seen for a world economy based on conventional alternative energy have been fairly austere. Peak Oilers argued for austerity. The net-zero plans are for global austerity, except for elites. As Azar Gat said, all violence is rooted in scarcity. If people live in poverty, there will be violence. It sure would be nice if conventional alternatives could deliver abundance and the end of inequality (which would end elites and all social classes), but I think that it would be a stretch, and the arrival of free energy easily solves the issue and much more.

Warfare over resources: This follows from the inequality issue. If some people have easy access to resources while others do not, it will lead to conflict. As Bucky Fuller said, making resources available to all of humanity is the only true solution, and politics cannot solve that. So, this is dependent on the same issue. Can conventional alternative energy make all resources abundant for humanity? Again, it is a stretch, and a distant second place to free energy and related technologies such as antigravity.

Humanity’s heavy ecological footprint: On this issue, it is again an issue of how much energy conventional alternative energy can deliver, but on this issue, it falls far behind what free energy and antigravity tech can do. With those technologies, Earth will never be mined again, as the solar system can provide material resources in amounts millions of times higher than what humanity can use. In what I call the Fifth Epoch, indoor farms can be placed anywhere in the solar system, managed by AI robotics, and they could feed humanity a million times over. Conventional alternative energy could also power indoor farms and eliminate the farming footprint on Earth’s ecosystems. For each one of these situations in which free energy could easily do it, the only way the conventional alternative energy could try to keep up is by putting up more windmills and solar panels. Maybe some of them have done it, but in the visions that I saw for what alternative energy could do, I didn’t see them bringing all of humanity up to the current American standard of living, for instance, and today’s American standard of living is far short of a world of abundance.

In order to bring humanity’s standard of living to something that approaches abundance, I would put it at five times the American standard of living, for starters. That likely means dozens of times more windmills and solar panels than is currently advocated. I also know that far more than free-energy and antigravity technologies are being kept sequestered from humanity. The global elite also possess exotic materials. In the Fifth Epoch, no life would be used to serve human needs such as wood, paper, and the like. Food would be it, it can be done quite symbiotically, and I expect that humanity would become vegetarian. Can traditional alternative energy deliver all of that? I strongly doubt it.

With free energy, it would also be easy to pull carbon dioxide out of the atmosphere to bring it down to pre-industrial levels. Again, traditional alternative energy could accomplish it, but that means more windmills and solar panels.

Cities are energy-concentrating devices, and in the Fifth Epoch, cities as we know them will not exist. Once again, could conventional alternative energy make that feasible? I consider that highly unlikely. With the Fifth Epoch’s antigravity tech, there would be no more need for roads. Conventional alternative energy will not be able to deliver that, but it could eliminate carbon dioxide emissions. Because of the problems of batteries, I can see a lot more grid-like transportation, like electric trains, so roads could become part of the electric grid, to power the vehicles on them. That may be kind of an improvement.

Cheap calories: The human line began diverging from its ancestral diet when apes left the trees. More meat was part of that, as well as less fruit. Agriculture is largely based on seed crops, and to survive the seasons, humans began to preserve food, especially with the rise of agriculture. Those food-preservation practices result in food of poor nutritional quality, which has also led to our degenerative diseases, which is what kills most people in industrialized nations. Processed food is a killer. Humanity’s ideal diet should be mostly raw fruits and vegetables, and indoor farms solve that problem. Indoor farms help solve both humanity’s ecological footprint and health issues.

Elite meddling: I combined elite suppression of technological advances and the brainwashing of the public in this one. Unless conventional alternative energy can deliver abundance, which eliminates inequality and classes, there will still be elite control over humanity in ways that few people can scarcely imagine. If conventional alternative energy could deliver abundance and the end of the elites, then free-energy, antigravity, and other technologies would become publicly used and render all conventional alternative energy obsolete. Is a progression like that what humanity needs to do? We turn Earth’s surface into a hedgehog of windmills to soon dismantle them because they are no longer needed? I would rather skip the hedgehog stage.

Addictions: All addictive behaviors are an attempt to briefly escape from misery, which is born of scarcity and fear. If conventional alternative energy can eliminate scarcity and fear, then it can also eliminate addictive behaviors, just as the arrival of the Fifth Epoch would. The arrival of the Fifth Epoch makes it all happen much faster, however.

Summary: As I see it, conventional alternative energy is for people who do not understand that free-energy, antigravity, and other technologies are already on the planet and are older than I am. In 2023, I wrote a little story on what the first century of the Fifth Epoch can look like. Conventional alternative energy cannot deliver the Fifth Epoch. What it may be able to deliver is the promise of the Industrial Revolution, which would bring all of humanity to standards of living that were unimaginable only a few centuries ago. That will likely take another century or more, and it will fall far short of what I call the Fifth Epoch. The surreal part is that for 0.001% of the effort to turn Earth’s surface into a windmill hedgehog and solar-panel farm, humanity can initiate the Fifth Epoch. I know which alternative I prefer, and as I noted in my previous post and video, I seek the people who can also help pursue the Fifth Epoch. There are other advantages of the Fifth Epoch over a continuation of the Industrial Era with windmills and solar panels, but I believe that the above ones are among the most important.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video version of this post is here.

Before I got my Kindle in 2020, my reading style, other than hours a day on my computer and the Internet, was a constantly churning pile of books next to my bed. When the pile got to 20 books or so, I would then put away most of them and start over. Today, I read my Kindle in bed, and piles of physical books are rarely by my bedside any longer. But this ongoing project of summarizing what is likely Noam Chomsky’s final book and summarizing my assessment of Noam’s legacy has taken me in several scholarly directions, and books have been piling up once again.

One of those directions, as usual, has been the John F. Kennedy assassination, which I revisited a little late last year. I will likely be writing on the JFK hit for the rest of my life. Noam’s dismissal of any CIA involvement in JFK’s murder is partly what spurred this latest round for me. I am going to do something that I never have done before and specifically quote Gary Wean’s writings on the JFK hit and compare them to the Operation Northwoods document. Gary devoted a chapter of his book to his involvement in the JFK assassination’s aftermath, which is here. He published his book in 1987 and began to tell people about his involvement in the JFK-assassination aftermath in the early 1970s, after he was railroaded out of his career. The Northwoods document is here, and it was declassified in 1997 as part of Bill Clinton’s JFK declassification effort, ten years after Gary published his book.

In short, Gary’s conversation with John Tower in December 1963 revealed that E. Howard Hunt led a CIA operation to stage a fake assassination attempt on JFK and frame Fidel Castro for it, to justify an invasion of Cuba. Lee Harvey Oswald was going to be the “commie” shooter, but Oswald was really a military-intelligence operative that Hunt recruited into the operation. Then somebody interposed the operation and turned a fake assassination into a real one. Operation Northwoods, first proposed to JFK in early 1962, was the Pentagon’s plan to stage fake terror incidents in the USA and frame Castro for them, to justify an invasion of Cuba. JFK dismissed it, but the Joint Chiefs of Staff surreptitiously resurrected it in early 1963, around the same time that Hunt recruited Oswald into his scheme.

Gary’s 1987 presentation of the John Tower conversation stated, “The belief that Castro planned the assassination of President Kennedy and the assassin was being harbored under his protection in Cuba would stir the Americans to a feverish pitch of anger, like, ‘Remember the Maine,’ the battleship blown up in Havana harbor in 1898. It started the Spanish American War.”

The Northwoods document stated that “A ‘Remember the Maine’ incident could be arranged in several forms…”

Gary was either one of history’s luckiest liars or Northwoods and Hunt’s plan were parallel and maybe even related operations. For me, I can stop right there. Oswald was no “lone nut” assassin, JFK’s murder was covered up, and all presidents since then were puppets and knew it. To me, that is the primary lesson of JFK’s murder.

Gary also wrote newsletters in the late 1990s, and I have reproduced them here. In early 1998, only a few months after Northwoods was declassified, Gary wrote:

“Now, almost thirty-five years after the heinous slaying of JFK, amazing, secret, incriminating documents that the government has been hiding have surfaced. Astonishingly one of the many secret documents carried the exact words that Senator John Tower had spoken to us in Ruidoso, almost to the letter — right up front, quote, ‘The Defense Department considered shooting people on American streets to stage a pretext for overthrowing Fidel Castro.’"

“In another secret document there was a detailed plan — almost exactly as Sen. Tower had revealed to us -- it would be a horrific explosion, quote, ‘Remember the Maine incident, exploding a ship like the USS Maine, which blew up in Havana Harbor and killed 260 sailors in 1898, inflaming the American public and providing a cause for the Spanish American War.’”

Maybe others have done it, but the only time that I ever saw a JFK-assassination author call out how eerily similar Gary’s book and the Northwoods document were was when Michael Collins Piper called the similarities “striking.” As far as I know, virtually all other JFK researchers have ignored or dismissed that stunning similarity, and no prominent ones other than Piper. I suspect that the only reason why we know anything about the Northwoods plan was because it was not the CIA’s operation and it somehow escaped the document-destruction party that the CIA, FBI, and military intelligence had regarding Hunt’s plan after JFK was killed.

Today, the mainstream JFK assassination scenarios swirl around Oswald, Hunt, the CIA, and Cuba, without ever mentioning Gary’s testimony, even when the talking heads discuss Northwoods and its relation to the JFK hit. No JFK assassination account has aged as well as Gary’s has.

I have witnessed JFK-assassination researchers dismiss Gary’s testimony on the flimsiest of pretexts, or they parse out the parts that fit their theories and dismiss the rest, dismiss the importance of Gary’s friendship with Audie Murphy or that Gary would have interacted with Tower. That the source who originally reproduced Gary’s chapter conflated Gary’s testimony with Gary’s theorizing to dismiss it all is typical of the irrationality that I see all the time, on this topic and many others. Are they dishonest or irrational?

JFK’s murder will likely never be solved, but we can at least understand the idea that sitting American presidents are expendable puppets, far down the hierarchy of power on Earth.

I am just about finished reading this book on a meeting that scholars and former JFK and LBJ officials convened soon after the invasion of Iraq to consider the question of whether JFK would have escalated the Vietnam War like Johnson did. They were split on the issue, but it was certainly not the slam dunk that Noam has portrayed it as. One key issue was the coup in Saigon, less than three weeks before JFK’s murder. I found myself rereading the part of James Douglass’s JFK and the Unspeakable, and I was once again struck by how out-of-the-loop JFK was. JFK’s ambassador to Vietnam, the newly appointed Henry Cabot Lodge, Jr., was much closer to the CIA than he was to JFK. JFK was snookered on the upcoming murder of the Ngô brothers. Douglass discussed how the Saigon coup derailed JFK’s planned trip to Chicago, where assassins likely lay in wait, in a scenario very similar to what happened in Dallas 20 days later. There was another plot in Tampa, a few days before Dallas. They were likely all contingency plans in an overarching effort.

In Gary’s book, he said that Tower said that Oswald was initially leery of Hunt’s plan, until he was introduced to high-ranking members of JFK’s cabinet who were in on it. In Gary’s newsletters, you can read how Gary thought that the aircraft “accidents” that took Audie Murphy’s, John Tower’s, and John Heinz’s lives were related. Tower died the day after Heinz did, and Gary wrote that he was working with both men to have Congressional hearings in which Tower would testify to what he knew about Oswald, before they had their untimely ends. I once read the account of when Gary’s paper server first served Tower, and Tower panicked. Apparently, Tower eventually came around, but after his untimely death, Gary was the last survivor of that meeting.

In Gary’s newsletters, he wrote that Arlen Specter and William Cohen helped interpose the fake plan and turn it into a real one. Specter authored the ludicrous Magic Bullet theory and became infamous for badgering any Warren Commission witnesses whose testimony contradicted the Lone Nut scenario. I don’t know what Gary’s evidence was on Specter and Cohen, but Gary also stated in his newsletters that the Anti-Defamation League in Waco was involved in the real assassination.

From Lumumba’s murder to JFK’s, JFK was continually out of the loop on events.

For me, I can put a hard stop at the Northwoods document on the chief lesson of the JFK hit. Gary’s Tower story has a verbatim corroboration from a declassified document. I don’t know of anything else like it in the JFK assassination evidence and literature. It is the best evidence that I have seen regarding the idea that Oswald was no Lone Nut. So much of the JFK assassination evidence that supports a conspiracy is relatively thin, such as somebody’s testimony on a chance encounter with Oswald and others, or some physical evidence that can be interpreted in various ways. There is no way to interpret Gary’s reporting as anything other than Oswald was no Lone Nut. Once that is established, the idea that the American president is a puppet comes naturally. It is not far removed from the idea that Roman emperors served at the pleasure of the Praetorian Guard.

If JFK was not killed by a lone assassin, who believes that RFK was? If RFK was not, how about MLK? Who can then believe that the murder of Malcom X was as popularly presented? How about the shooting of George Wallace, the attempts on Gerald Ford and Ronald Reagan, and the murder of John Lennon? The shooters of Reagan and Lennon both worked for the same CIA front organization, which was run by a close friend of the Bush family. Assassinations and attempts seemed to be a spook sport for a generation after the JFK hit and cover-up went so well. Gary was a right-winger who tried to set the record straight on a “liberal” president’s death, and left-wingers largely dismiss the issue. What is wrong with that picture?

I have given my views on the possible Israeli connection to the JFK hit. Maybe Israel was involved, but I consider it highly unlikely that they masterminded a generation of what seemed to be spook operations, against the wishes of American spooks. The world’s richest and most powerful nation let one of the smallest run all over it and kill off its leaders? Allen Dulles and friends were in Israel’s hip pocket, or they were outfoxed at every turn? Call me highly skeptical of such scenarios.

I think it is obvious that with JFK’s murder, every subsequent president was an expendable puppet and knew it. To me, that is the primary lesson of JFK’s murder. The rest is far less important. As I will continue to cover in posts on the limits of politics, if the American president is a puppet, and likely primarily of domestic, not global interests, how can any politician on Earth make a genuine impact on anything that threatens elite interests?

That final encounter between the original Watergate attorney and E. Howard Hunt, in which Hunt stated that JFK was killed over the ET issue, rings true. Steven Greer has made his missteps, such as his “mini-alien” obsession, and we will see how the Buga Sphere affair turns out. But his alleged transcript of Marilyn Monroe’s phone the day before she died, when she told a friend that she would host a press conference and announce that JFK had seen alien bodies, rings true. Brian O’Leary’s life-shortening encounter with the American military over the UFO issue is one of many tales that I know of, firsthand or secondhand, which point to levels of power and control far above American presidents. When Greer encountered a faction of the global elite in the early 1990s and they said that the sitting president and head of the CIA were far out of the loop on the important issues, that rang true to me. JFK admitted it on the ET issue on his way to his famous Berlin speech. Carter and Clinton both knew how far out of the loop they were.

My current book on JFK and Vietnam, which chronicles the remembrances of JFK’s aides and advisors, strikes me as nonsensical in ways, as all of them were out of the loop on JFK’s murder, which means that they were nowhere close to understanding the dynamics of the time, or they were hiding their knowledge or participation in those events. So, how valid could such a “what if?” exercise be when the elephant in the room is ignored or is not even conceivable? Acknowledging that Oswald was not a Lone Nut and taking Gary’s reporting seriously is like putting on new glasses that make everything appear differently. Everything about JFK’s death and its ramifications looks different in the light of Gary’s testimony.

I made a JFK video earlier, and this post is ancillary to it. When will Gary’s testimony receive the attention that it deserves? It is a key to understanding how our world really works. The people in the public eye do not make the important decisions on Earth.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

This post begins with a very abbreviated version of what I discovered during my years of study after my radicalizing experiences at the hands of the global elite and others.

The short version of how we arrived at today’s world

What follows is the best approximation of the truth that I could find. Some may be wrong, but I doubt that much is or by very far.

According to Big Bang cosmology and E=MC2, our universe is nothing but energy, but the greatest scientists admitted that we do not know what energy is or where it comes from. Our Sun is a relatively large star (in the top 5%) and was born relatively recently, multiple generations of stars since the Big Bang, and Earth is made of the embodied energy of fusion processes from previous stars and their collisions. About half of Earth’s interior heat is due to the radioactive decay of unstable atoms. A leading theory for how life began is that it first appeared at volcanic vents on the ocean floor, taking advantage of the energy in chemical bonds in that volcanic brew, maybe more than four billion years ago. Life evolved enzymes, which speed up chemical reactions by up to billions of times, which made life as we know it possible.

Around three billion years ago, some life evolved to eat light. Sometime after that, and more than two billion years ago, one light-eating bacterium split water to get its electrons for photosynthesis, which is responsible for both the oxygen in our atmosphere and saving Earth’s ocean from being blasted into space. Microbes evolved to take advantage of that liberated oxygen to turbocharge their respiration. A bacterium joined forces with an Archaean to become the energy centers for complex cells, and those billions of years of evolutionary innovations made complex life a voracious consumer of energy, devouring it 100,000 times as fast as the Sun produces it, pound-for-pound.

Earth’s life adapted to hot periods and ice ages, and several hundred million years ago, microbes began to cooperate and form multicellular life. The eon of complex life, which we live in today, had not been biochemically very innovative, but it resulted in an amazing diversity of life forms, including mammals. Mammals were marginal creatures while dinosaurs reigned, but a bolide ended that party 66 million years ago, and mammals have dominated ever since. Mammals were relatively brainy early on, thought to be so that they could survive underfoot and avoid becoming dinosaur snacks.

Flowering plants represent the greatest symbiosis of plant and animal ever, and what we know today as primates migrated to the fruit-rich tropical canopies. They became even brainier, thought to be related to the demands of navigating the arboreal environment. But it wasn’t long before a 200-million-year hot period ended and Earth began cooling down to today’s ice age. As the tropical canopy shrank during that cooling period, some monkeys migrated to the ground and became apes in Africa. Africa collided with Eurasia about 20 million years ago and apes dispersed throughout Eurasia. This coincided with a brief warming period that initiated what is called the Golden Age of Apes, when perhaps a hundred ape species flourished.

The cooling trend soon resumed, and Africa once again became the primary home of apes, while some remnants of that migration lived in Southeast Asia. Around six (maybe even seven) million years ago, some apes in Africa and vicinity evolved to become bipedal, which was a first for mammals, as rainforests continued to shrink and grasslands grew. A little over three million years ago, some of those bipedal apes learned to make sophisticated tools, including those made of stone. Those inventions coincided with runaway brain growth that led to Homo erectus a little over two million years ago. The increased calories from those tools likely helped power that brain growth, as brains are energy hogs.

Homo erectus was something new on the evolutionary scene. It was the first primate fully adapted to living on the ground, it could run farther anything else on Earth, and its sophisticated toolset and huge brain made it unique in Earth’s history. Between the first stone tools and the arrival of Homo erectus, the human line changed from forager/scavenger to predator and its brain doubled in size.

Among the first casualties of the rise of rock-wielding apes were giant tortoises, which had no effective defense against them. Large animals began going extinct in Africa with the rise of Homo erectus, and it was not long before it spread across Eurasia as an apex predator. Homo erectus also mastered fire, perhaps 1.5 million years ago or earlier, and what we call language was probably developing by then. Charles Darwin called the control of fire and development of language humanity’s greatest achievements.

After Homo erectus arrived on the evolutionary scene, brains continued to become larger and tools became more sophisticated, and about 300,000 years ago, Homo sapiens evolved. The earliest ones had flatter skulls like Neanderthals had. It took some time to develop the globular skulls that humans have today. That change in skull shape meant brain changes, and it was likely related to what we call the arrival of behavioral modernity, probably less than 100,000 years ago.

Behavioral modernity may have resulted from a hyper-social phenomenon and the ratchet effect of innovation and its communication through language. That increased the collective intelligence and technical prowess of Homo sapiens to levels which were unprecedented on Earth, and nothing could stand in its way.

Between 50,000 and 70,000 years ago, what is today called the Founder Group left Africa and conquered Earth. By 10,000 years ago, all other human species were long gone, and so were most of Earth’s large land animals, which were all casualties of Homo sapiens’s success.

Those men that led Earth’s conquest were “hyper-masculine,” and if they were alive today, they would dominate most sports and would be super-soldiers. The end of Earth’s conquest coincided with the clocklike arrival of an interglacial interval, and the past 12,000 years have been called The Long Summer.

With humanity’s population a thousand times greater than when Earth’s conquest began, the extinction of the easy meat, and the summery climate conducive to plant growth, humans, likely mainly women, began to domesticate plants. It happened in several places on Earth independently, around the same time, give or take a few thousand years. Humans also domesticated animals where they could, which provided meat, milk, eggs, leather, hair, and muscle power.

After several thousand years of farming, in four places on Earth, people independently invented civilization, always on shorelines so that low-energy transportation lanes could supply those civilizations. Forests and soils provided the energy base for those civilizations. All early civilizations collapsed as they ran out of energy, usually from droughts, which were exacerbated by deforestation and its attendant aridification and erosion. The energy surplus from manual farming was always thin and vulnerable to the weather.

Those are some key mechanics of the human journey, and vast cultural changes attended them. Social animals are social because sociality enhances the survival and reproductive prospects of a society’s members. Monkey and African ape societies constantly jockey for status, as status enhances the survival and reproductive prospects of individuals. In those societies plays out the delicate dance of vying for status while also maintaining the societal cohesion needed to prevail against their competitors.

In studies of chimpanzees, during the wet season, when fruit is abundant, chimps can even befriend and forage with gorillas, but during the dry season, when fruit is scarce, it can get violent, as violence is rooted in scarcity. Chimp societies are hundreds of times more aggressive and violent than the most violent human societies. Scientists have chronicled far more than 100 murders in chimp societies, and about half of all male chimps die violently, mainly from warfare with neighboring societies. Chimp warfare can be eerily similar to the human version, with hilltop surveillance, rearguard, frontal, and flanking actions, and the human hunter-gatherer favorite: the surprise raid. Chimps play sophisticated politics, which Frans de Waal thought that humans would not be able to immediately navigate (a person would not last a day in the chimp political system, in de Waal’s estimation).

Studying chimps might be a grim affair if it weren’t for bonobos. Bonobos are chimps who became isolated from all other chimp and gorilla societies south of the Congo River (apes cannot swim) maybe two million years ago. They lived in relative abundance without ape competition. With the abundant food available to them, bonobo foraging parties became large and stable, and females radically reorganize their societies and ended male dominance. While murder and infanticide are standard features of chimp societies, scientists have yet to see infanticide among bonobos and might have found one instance of a murder. Life is one big orgy in bonobo societies. Many scientists have considered this a lesson in how relative abundance can shape evolution and societies, and the rising relative abundance of human societies during the human journey has made them far less violent and more humane.

While around half of male chimps died violently, “only” about a quarter of hunter-gatherer men died violently, and that ratio declined further with the invention of farming and civilization. In my affluent community (where Microsoft is headquartered), even with many races in it, violence and murder between the community’s members is virtually unknown.

During the hunter-gatherer chapter of the human journey, which is by far its longest, bands had to deal with the male proclivity to become the alpha. There was a concerted effort to keep them humble, as hunter-gatherer bands could not afford alphas. Men who could not be kept in line were often banished or killed by their societies, which is hypothesized to have culled psychopathic genes from the human genome.

In hunter-gatherer bands in which hunting was minor and woman brought in most of the calories from their gathering, such bands could become matrilocal, which may have been a first in millions of years. This change became more frequent in the early days of agriculture. Matrilocal and multilocal cultures broke up male gangs, and those were humanity’s most peaceful preindustrial cultures. Women do not violently vie for power like men do.

I like the hypothesis that the early days of the rise to civilization were relatively peaceful. Those may have been the only such peaceful interludes in the human journey. When there was an energy surplus from agriculture, men began violently appropriating it, and the rise of civilization saw new social roles, particularly the appearance of professions, elites, and slaves. Because of the thin agricultural surplus, the elite and professional classes only comprised 10% to 20% of early civilizations, and farming peasants and slaves provided the food and backbreaking labor.

From almost the very beginning, civilizations conquered each other, basically to enhance energy capture for elites. More territory meant more resources and more humans to exploit. Rising and falling empires have characterized civilizations from the beginning, and the brutalities of agrarian civilizations can be hard for industrialized peoples to imagine.

I have divided the human journey into Epochs, which were all based on their energy practices. As I have noted, nobody ever imagined the next Epoch, and people can hardly imagine the previous ones.

Many of humanity’s greatest blessings and evils came from civilization, but professional innovations, recorded by writing, led to another round of ratchet effects that happened much faster than before. But at 4.2 and 3.2 thousand years ago (there were others at 8.2 and 12.9 thousand years ago), climate cooling and epic droughts collapsed the civilizations in the Fertile Crescent and vicinity. The 3.2-thousand-year event is called the Bronze Age Collapse, and Greece had a “Dark Age” for centuries afterward before it began its rise to its Classical Period. Because Europe conquered the world, this narrative will now trace Europe’s rise, but the other centers of civilization had their own trajectories, rises, falls, and many innovations from Asian civilizations influenced European civilizations, especially China’s.

The world’s first civilization at Sumer invented the sailboat, which was the first non-muscle power in the journey of life on Earth, and Ancient Greeks invented the watermill, which was the first non-muscle power ever used on land. Alexander the Great conquered his known world, which inspired the Romans. At their height nearly two millennia ago, Rome and Han China ruled over more than half of humanity.

Before it collapsed, Rome controlled the entire Mediterranean, whose periphery was devastated. Several thousand years of civilization in the Mediterranean and Fertile Crescent has turned much of that region into desert.

Rome adopted many Greek innovations and cultural aspects, and several centuries after Rome’s collapse, northwestern Europe adopted watermills like no people ever had before. The North Atlantic kept Western Europe well watered, and by the eve of the Industrial Revolution, Europe had a half-million watermills. Watermills were central to what has been called the “Medieval Industrial Revolution,” and in the century before the Dutch began the rise to industrialization, Portugal, and later Spain, accomplished the technical feat of turning the world’s ocean into a low-energy transportation lane, and Europe thereby conquered the world.

The Dutch burned peat and achieved the unprecedented feat of having their food provided by less than half of their workforce. When England began to emulate its Dutch neighbor, it turned to coal, as England had long been deforested. That move led to the Industrial Revolution. I suspect that global elites began their rise with Europe’s conquest of the world. They could not think in global terms until then. The Dutch and English led the rise to capitalism with their East India Companies and stock exchanges, although Venetian traders began commercial banking a couple of centuries earlier. The relative wealth and power of European royalty began a marked decline with industrialization, but everybody became more prosperous.

The First Epoch in my conception spanned from the first crafted stone tools to the arrival of behaviorally modern humans on the evolutionary scene. More sophisticated tools allowed for greater energy capture (mainly food), which likely helped fuel that unprecedented brain growth. The control of fire was also achieved in the First Epoch, which was a unique energy achievement that helped make the human line dominant over all other animals.

The Second Epoch was the conquest of Earth by behaviorally modern humans. When that conquest was complete, there were a thousand times as many Homo sapiens as when it began, but Earth’s easy meat (large animals) and other human species were direct casualties of that conquest. Humanity’s energy capture grew by a thousand times during that conquest, which resulted in a thousand times as many people.

The Third Epoch was based on the domestication of plants and animals. That allowed for hundreds of times more energy capture per acre, and while the human standard of living did increase, at least for those new social classes – elites and professionals – the main outcome was just hundreds of times more people that were often smaller and unhealthier than their hunter-gatherer ancestors.

Those first three Epochs inflicted an increasingly heavy toll on Earth’s ecosystems. Not only were all other human species and most of the megafauna driven to extinction, but the Third Epoch saw a devastation of Earth’s ecosystems, and the forest-to-farm-to-desert dynamic was evident in the Fertile Crescent, where civilization first appeared.

Although the Industrial Revolution is generally considered to have begun in England in the 1700s with the rise of coal power and machines, there was a “ramp-up” that arguably began when northwestern Europe embraced watermills a millennium ago.

Between 1560 and 1860, England’s energy consumption rose by a factor of 30, and it nearly all came from coal. Nothing remotely like it happened before on Earth, and Europeans and their political descendants industrialized, which made Earth’s conquest even easier. Standards of living skyrocketed with industrialization, and the biggest event in the human journey until now was the elimination of childhood death. Until the Industrial Revolution, half of all children died, in a trend that went back to gorillas. Improvements in sanitation, nutrition, and hygiene were responsible for that decline, not medical interventions. Today, nearly all people born in industrial societies live long lives.

The first elites always came to power violently, and after conquering their societies, they invented methods not quite as violent, such as claiming divine status or sanction. That was a human universal across all early civilizations. Global elites learned to become invisible, and almost nobody knows who any of them are today. People will not encounter them unless they do something that threatens the economic empires of those elites, and nothing more so than developing disruptive technologies, particularly energy technologies.

Today, all of the world’s societies are industrialized, industrializing, or wish they were. Agrarian societies are greatly impoverished when compared to industrial ones. In 2022, the average American consumed more than 110 times the energy of the average Afghani. Afghanistan has the highest infant-mortality rate on Earth, and it is by far the world’s unhappiest nation, largely courtesy of interventions by the world’s richest and most powerful nation (yet Afghanistan can’t remotely compare to Gaza’s residents today on the misery scale). Before invading Afghanistan, the USA used it as a Cold War pawn. Many millions of Afghani lives have been shortened by those activities.

The solution that I am pursuing

My recent posts are not as unrelated as they might seem. I still have some posts to make on Noam Chomsky, and his basic message is that the USA threatens to make Earth uninhabitable, with the twin specters of Global Warming and nuclear war, which are both energy issues that are rooted in scarcity. But American politics is not going to save the day, nor will any politics on Earth. As one of my astute commenters recently summarized it, John F. Kennedy’s murder marked the moment that Dwight Eisenhower warned about, when the military-industrial complex took over the American political system. All American presidents have been puppets ever since. But, as Bucky Fuller noted long ago, all politics is about slicing up the loaf of scarcity, and that will not help us get to abundance, which is the only real solution. Only the delivery of abundant and harmlessly produced energy will get us over the hump as a species into what I call the Fifth Epoch of the human journey, when we become a Type 1 civilization on the Kardashev scale. I also recently devoted a post to conventional alternative energy solutions and how they may all be too little and too late, but people such as Elon Musk heavily promote them as “visionary” paths to abundance. Musk and friends are either highly naïve, have been warned off free-energy and related tech, or they are wittingly doing the global elite’s bidding (Musk is not one of them – none of the billionaire “philanthropists” are).

If the sitting American president is a puppet, which politician isn’t or can make any headway on the vital issues? I have not seen a truly visionary politician in my lifetime. Brian O’Leary advised several presidential candidates, and near his life’s end, Brian informed me that electoral politics is a “dead end.” Brian would have known. I turned down my own invitation to the White House nearly 20 years ago.

The bottom line is that the world’s politicians are all in the hip pockets of largely invisible patrons. This is not really new, but it has reached global levels, and no nation on Earth is free of global-elite influence. Approaching the retail political system on these issues is often suicidal. There are many well-worn paths of failure for this Epochal task.

As I mentioned in my recent video on the short version of what I am doing, Steven Greer’s plan is to get 80 million meditators, and my plan is to get 5,000 comprehensive thinkers. We’ll see if either approach can make a dent, but I gave up on what I call retail politics long ago. It is not going to solve our existential problems.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

This is going to be a short addendum to my recent post on Gary Wean and the JFK assassination. This was spurred by my thinking about Donald Trump’s remark that he thought the Warren Commission was accurate that Lee Harvey Oswald shot JFK, and I remarked in my video that if Trump really believed that, he’s the likely only president who ever believed that. I am going to run through the list of presidents on this issue.

The first was Harry Truman (errata – Herbert Hoover was still alive when JFK was killed, but I have no idea what he thought). Exactly one month after the JFK assassination, Truman published an article (1) that called the CIA an out-of-control rogue agency and not what he had in mind when he founded it. That was no coincidence. Truman also admitted that the secretary-general of the United Nations had been murdered. In the wake of that article, Allen Dulles rushed to make an appointment with Truman. After the meeting, Dulles placed an outrageous memo in his files, in which he alleged that Truman did not author the article and did not even recognize it. On the contrary, Truman maintained his CIA criticisms to his death. Truman obviously thought that the CIA was involved in JFK’s murder.

Like millions of other Americans, Dwight Eisenhower watched live as Jack Ruby shot Oswald. Ike later said that his reaction was that it was like watching a banana republic operate. Ike’s using “banana republic” was ironic, as the Dulles brothers erected the classic banana republic under Ike’s watch when they overthrew the Guatemalan government on behalf of United Fruit Company. I am sure that Ike had his doubts about the Warren Commission’s findings.

The alleged wiretap on J. Edgar Hoover’s phone showed that Lyndon Johnson helped plan the JFK hit. LBJ got a friendly wink as he was being sworn in next to a bloody Jackie Kennedy.

In the Nixon tapes, when Nixon said “Bay of Pigs thing,” it is considered to mean the CIA’s operation to kill JFK. And while we are on Nixon, oh, what can we say about E. Howard Hunt? He helped overthrow the Guatemalan government, planned the Bay of Pigs operation, the operation that got JFK killed, and the Watergate operation that cost Nixon the presidency. Was Hunt some kind of Forrest Gump/Maxwell Smart figure, blundering through history, or was something else happening? Hunt’s statement that JFK was killed over the ET issue is just icing on that bizarre cake.

According to that alleged Hoover wiretap, Nelson Rockefeller was also named as a plotter. Gerald Ford authored the ludicrous Magic Bullet theory under Arlen Specter’s tutelage. So, Rockefeller helped plan it and Ford helped cover it up, and they replaced Nixon and Agnew, and then Ford was nearly shot twice, which would have put Rockefeller on the throne? Rockefeller died a few years later, apparently in flagrante delicto. Specter ran for president himself. It was promotions all around, similar to what I saw in Ventura (1).

Jimmy Carter was handpicked by David Rockefeller (see the Trilateral Commission), and I heard long ago that he handpicked all presidents since JFK. Mo Udall, whom Brian O’Leary wrote his speeches for when he ran for president, was the early frontrunner until Carter came out of nowhere to win.

When Carter campaigned for president, he spoke of seeing a UFO and promised to get to the bottom of it if he became president. As soon as he took office, he summoned the head of the CIA to the Oval Office, asking for the CIA’s UFO files. The head of the CIA defied Carter, and Carter fired him a month later. That sacked CIA director was George Bush the First. Bush the First is also named in those alleged FBI tapes as one of the JFK assassination plotters.

Carter persisted, which led to an amazing situation with Daniel Sheehan, who eventually saw pictures of a crashed alien craft in Project Bluebook’s classified files. I was a supporter of Sheehan’s Christic Institute when he had tried to get the JFK assassination into a wide-ranging lawsuit, and a CIA-controlled judge fined Christic Institute out of existence.

Carter persisted in his UFO efforts until he was allegedly (according to Steven Greer) visited by some Men in Black types who told him that if he persisted, he would end up like Jack Kennedy. Carter then dropped the issue for the rest of his life.

Back during my first stint with Dennis Lee, I heard about Reagan’s run for president and how Bush the First attacked him so viciously in the primaries that Nancy Reagan despised him. Reagan made it clear when he won the nomination that Bush would not be his vice presidential nominee. David Rockefeller visited Reagan one weekend, and Reagan then announced Bush as his running mate.

Of course Reagan was almost killed after a short time in office (by a friend of the Bush family), and Bush really ran the White House show. I’m not sure what Reagan thought about JFK’s murder. Maybe he was like Trump in that regard, thinking that Oswald did it. Maybe he was that naïve, but I doubt it.

Of course, Bush the First may have helped plan the JFK assassination (he was also involved in the Bay of Pigs operation). The movie JFK came out when Bush was president, which renewed interest in the assassination, and Bill Clinton authorized a declassification effort, which is where the Operation Northwoods document came from. I’ll give him that. Not long after he took office, he read Greer’s Disclosure Project briefing in the Oval Office. One of the “Friends of Bill” told Greer that Clinton exclaimed while reading it that he knew it was true, but nobody would tell him anything. Greer was also told by a Friend of Bill that if Clinton pushed the UFO issue, he would end up like Jack Kennedy. I strongly doubt that Clinton believed the Warren Commission’s findings.

Imagine what Bush the Second might know. I’ll leave it at that.

When Obama was president, I heard a situation that came up, and I think it was UFOs, and he cut the conversation short, observing that he was the first black president and could certainly not safely rock the boat.

In Gary’s newsletters in his last years, you can read that his adversary in reopening the JFK issue in the Senate was none other than Joe Biden.

All that I knew about RFK, Jr., before 2013 was that he had a heroin addiction while young. But he earned my instant respect when he stated in 2013 that his father never believed in the Warren Commission’s findings. I am fairly certain that RFK was killed by the same people who killed JFK.

In summary, Trump may be the only president who believed that Oswald did it, if Trump really does. All those connections that I listed above can really make somebody’s head spin. But I try to keep it to Gary’s book chapter and the Operation Northwoods document to show how there was no way that Oswald did it. The rest is more speculative, but all those presidents after JFK had to have known that they were expendable.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

As with the other summaries, this post will only link to the posts in this series (with a few partial exceptions this time), which is on the limits of politics.

I began this series of posts with my odyssey in the pursuit of changing the energy industry. There is no substitute for experience, and my former partner, Dennis Lee, made the greatest attempt ever made to bring alternative energy to the American marketplace as he put the world’s best heating system on people’s homes for free in the most benevolent and brilliant business strategy that I ever saw or heard of.

Dennis had already survived leaving home at age 13, combat in Vietnam, murder attempts by organized crime, and having his companies repeatedly stolen by his business associates when he brought his effort to my natal city of Seattle in 1984. The biggest municipal bond default in American history to that time and Jimmy Carter’s energy tax credit created the opportunity. Dennis believed the full-page ads of the electric companies that begged for conservation. Dennis thought that they would love what he was doing, but he brought more energy conservation than they had in mind.

Instead of welcoming him, the electric industry engaged in organized suppression to wipe the company out, and it enlisted the help of Seattle’s banks, Washington State’s attorney general, the federal bankruptcy courts, the media, other government agencies, and it infiltrated a corporate hit man into Dennis’s company who was responsible for the death of one of Dennis’s employees, which radicalized Dennis in his energy pursuit.

My own journey into this began when my first professional mentor invented what a federal study concluded during the USA’s first energy crisis was the world’s best engine for powering an automobile. All of his inventions were stolen or suppressed, and that engine was stolen by a company that I think may have later been wiped out by organized suppression, which I probably heard about several years later. A series of paranormal events led me to change my studies from science to business and landed me in the middle of Dennis’s company in early 1986 as it was receiving the final deathblows from Washington State’s power structure, before the company was stolen. In less than one year, Dennis went from a net worth of zero to $50 million, and a year later, back to zero after his company was wiped out and stolen.

Dennis could not get rid of me, I followed him to Boston to help him rebuild, and we immediately began to pursue what is called free energy. We were ignorant of what we stumbled into. A generation later, I realized that Dennis had attracted the global elite’s attention in Seattle, and we received our first entreaty from them a few months after I became Dennis’s partner. They offered us $10 million for Dennis’s free-energy idea, which I now know is the friendly buyout offer, which usually works.

Dennis soon moved our company to my home town of Ventura, California, to work with my mentor, and if we had been left unmolested, we would have eventually delivered free-energy technology to humanity. But we weren’t, as we were raided in early 1988 in criminal fashion, with the sheriff’s deputies stealing our technical material in the raid. That is when my nightmare began. Several months later, soon after he turned down $1 billion from the CIA to fold our operation, Dennis was arrested with a $1 million bail and we were wiped out.

Our Seattle and Ventura companies were stolen by Mormon swindlers in the midst of the attacks by the local power structures. A generation later, I learned that the Mormon financial empire is the ringleader of the global elite, who sit at the apex of the world’s power structure, far above the world’s governments and what I call retail elites (those in the public eye). I eventually learned that far more than met the eye happened in Seattle, Boston, and Ventura.

The year 1988 was my life’s worst, but it also radicalized me. My moment of truth was my day on the witness stand, when the prosecution tried to intimidate me as I testified. I would never see the world the same way again after that day. It inspired me to sacrifice my life to spring Dennis from jail, which worked, in the biggest miracle that I ever saw, which we all realized was an act of divine intervention.

Once Dennis was out of jail, my heroics were over, and I then tried to rebuild my shattered life. I began my days of study. During that first stint with Dennis, we heard from many people who had encountered similar organized suppression and other outrages, and being murdered was an all-too-common outcome. Anything that the global elite see as a threat to their interests is wiped out, and they have a vast, varied, and subtle playbook for eliminating those threats. Most people subjected to organized suppression by global elites never realize that they were.

That was a harsh way to begin discovering how our world really works. When Dennis was in solitary confinement, I met with a former policeman whose advice was critical in my springing Dennis from jail. That policeman, named Gary Wean, heard three weeks after John F. Kennedy’s assassination from a frightened Senator John Tower, who said that JFK was killed in a backfired CIA operation that was intended to frame Fidel Castro for a fake assassination attempt to justify an invasion of Cuba. Gary published his account of that meeting in his book in 1987, and a decade later, Operation Northwoods was declassified, which was the Pentagon’s plan to stage fake terror incidents in the USA and frame Castro for them to justify an invasion of Cuba. Northwoods was proposed soon before the CIA hatched its plan, and what Gary heard from Tower was repeated nearly verbatim in the Northwoods document. I know of no more compelling evidence of a conspiracy behind JFK’s murder than comparing the chapter of Gary’s book on the JFK assassination to the Operation Northwoods document. I made a post on this subject as I wrote this series, and another on what other American presidents likely thought about JFK’s murder.

I think that JFK’s murder was Dwight Eisenhower’s warning about the military-industrial complex come to fruition, and it took over American politics with JFK’s murder. After JFK’s murder, all American presidents have been puppets.

I began my days of study with a radicalized perspective from my journey. I studied many topics at once, including how the media operates. I studied at the scholarly feet of Ed Herman and Noam Chomsky for many years, and I even became Ed’s first and so far only biographer.

Ed’s Propaganda Model of media performance is a structural model of how the media operates. Ed never denied that elites could “conspiratorially” intervene in the media, but he argued that the structure of the American media was such that it would naturally serve elite interests, and journalists were seldom the wiser. I learned that the political left prefers using structural analysis to understand how the world works.

However, I also had my life wrecked by what I eventually learned was a conspiracy that was global in scope. I eventually created by own structural framework in which I divided the human journey into Epochs, and each was based on its energy practices. From the day that I became Dennis’s partner, I knew that we were on to something big, but it was only in my days of study that I began to understand the Epochal significance of free energy: its public use would be the biggest event in the human journey and usher in a new Epoch. Free energy and related sequestered technologies, safely implemented, would transform the human journey from one of scarcity and fear to abundance and love, which would simply be a continuation, if an exalted one, of the trend over the human journey in which societies became more humane and less violent as their energy surplus and resultant standard of living increased.

Humanity also stands on the brink of global catastrophes, and the greatest immediate threats are the result of Global Warming, which may well cause epic crop failures as billions starve, largely in poor nations, and nuclear war, led by the USA. The USA’s proxy war in Ukraine is the closest that humanity has come to nuclear war since the Cuban Missile Crisis. The USA also supports today’s genocide in Gaza, among its many imperial crimes.

After thousands of interactions on the subject, I came to understand that nearly everybody reacts to the idea of free energy with denial and fear, and the “intelligent” were among the most obtuse as they denied free energy’s possibility with the “laws of physics” objection, and they dismissed organized suppression as a “conspiracy theory.” I eventually learned that the left’s structuralism, materialism, and scientism blinded them to key aspects of how our world really works.

Paradoxically, the left is also largely scientifically illiterate, and that sad situation is exemplified by its embracement of postmodern thought and particularly by the nonsensical idea that humans can change their sex. No mammal can do that. But postmodernism rejects science altogether and the idea of objective truth, hence the left’s embracement of the trans craze, which is primarily a patriarchal assault on women and children. The right has different delusions that reject science, such as its common denial of Global Warming.

The global elite control the world economy, and all big industries and professions are, to one degree or another, rackets under the control of global elites. The energy racket is the big one, but there are several others, and they all interlock at the top.

I covered the most dramatic American events of the past century and their likely conspiratorial nature. The left consistently denies conspiratorial intent behind those events, while that is all that the right can see, as it generally denies our collective responsibility for those events and their aftermaths. I call such events 1% conspiracy and 99% complicity. The left denies the 1% conspiracy and the right denies the 99% complicity, as both camps think like victims instead of creators, and creators create with love.

In this series of posts, I wrote on the global elite and the lessons of history, and I sketched key events in the journey of life on Earth and the human journey, to help make clear both the transformative potential of free-energy and related technologies, such as antigravity, which a close friend had demonstrated to him by a dissident faction of the global elite, and how retail politics will not be the answer to this conundrum.

My colleague Brian O’Leary was a former astronaut, Ivy League professor, political activist, and free-energy visionary who advised several American presidential candidates. He informed me at his life’s end that electoral politics was a dead end, and he would have known. While making this series, I made a post on conventional alternative energy solutions, which Brian thought were too little and too late, and his concerns still seem relevant. Bucky Fuller said that politics is all about the allocation of scarce resources, and politics will largely become obsolete in a world of abundance.

Sitting American presidents, all politicians, and billionaire “philanthropists” such as Bill Gates and Elon Musk are nowhere near the top of the global power structure. There are no retail political solutions to our existential problems, which is why I do what I do.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

It is time to make a summary of my Noam Chomsky posts, with an accompanying video. It has been interesting over the past 36 years when I have brought up Noam with people. In the early 1990s, people would say, “Oh yeah, Chomsky the linguist. I saw him speak at my college.” Or, “I studied his work in my programming classes.” Few had heard of Chomsky the political activist. Today, he is better known for his political work, and he will go down in history as the USA’s greatest dissident intellectual. Noam is the only living human who can credibly be compared to Albert Einstein.

In 1992, my wife and I watched the documentary of his life at Ohio State University, as it never played at commercial theaters or on network TV, although it was the most popular documentary in Canadian history to its time, which essentially proved Noam’s point. Noam and I began a brief correspondence after that, when I asked him why the left did not cover the free-energy issue, and Noam guessed that it was from a lack of resources. But I later learned that the aversion was largely ideological.

Noam’s IQ is way up there, but he kind of fell into linguistics. He has been called the “Einstein of linguistics” and is credited with a revolution in linguistics, as he brought scientific rigor to the field and toppled B.F. Skinner’s behaviorist approach. Noam does not expect that his scientific ideas in linguistics will last long, as science marches onward. I have only passing familiarity with his scientific work. I have seen challenges to his work in my studies, particularly on chimps and human evolution. I suspect that Homo erectus had something like language maybe two million years ago, while Noam posited that language only arrived with behavioral modernity due to a genetic mutation. Chimps have recently been observed using the kind of creativity in communications formerly reserved for humans.

I will leave Noam’s scientific work largely aside for now and focus what he is most famous for today, which is his political work. His most famous book is Manufacturing Consent, which Ed Herman was primarily responsible for, which is why Noam insisted that Ed’s name appear first on the book’s cover. Their Propaganda Model is still the one to be reckoned with in describing how the capitalist media operates.

Noam had his coming-out party in politics in 1967, with his essay on the responsibility of intellectuals to criticize their governments and call out hypocrisy. Noam’s political views were formed as a child, as he hung out with anarchists and radicals in Philadelphia.

I always thought that Noam and Ed’s work was at its best when exposing American imperial behavior and the media’s covering for the Empire. I’ll start this by summarizing my posts on Noam’s latest and likely final book, which was all about the American Empire. The book’s basic theme was that the United States acts like all empires throughout history. All empires have asserted that they were the exception to the rule, and that their reigns were always benevolent, with violence as a last resort. That Big Lie has been a constant across all empires in world history, and the book’s purpose was to disabuse people, mainly Americans, of the idea that the USA was any different.

Noam’s primary upshot was that American imperial delusions threaten humanity’s future. Noam observed that the most unexceptional thing about Americans is how they think that they are exceptional. Noam long noted that journalists generally believe what they write, and only true believers rise in the media’s hierarchy, which is true in all of the rackets.

Noam’s book had a chapter on how the USA dominated the “Global South.” The next chapter was on the genocide in Southeast Asia, which is where Noam got his start in politics. Noam then had a chapter on the 9/11 terror attacks, followed by the American invasion and occupation of Afghanistan. The next chapter was on the American invasion of Iraq, which Noam called the crime of the century so far. The next chapter was on the USA’s relationship with Israel and Palestine, and Noam’s contribution was made before the genocide in Gaza began, which his coauthor Nathan J. Robinson wrote about. The next chapter was on the USA and China. The next chapter was on the USA, NATO, and Russia after the Cold War ended, including the “unprovoked” war in Ukraine. Noam then had a chapter on what he considered the greatest threats to humanity: nuclear war and climate change, and how the USA is leading this parade to oblivion.

The next section of Noam’s book was titled, “Understanding the Power System.” Noam had chapters on the “domestic roots of foreign policy,” “international law and the “Rules-Based Order,” and “how mythologies are manufactured.” The book’s concluding chapter was titled, “Hegemony or Survival?” That was also the title of one of Noam’s books.

One of Noam’s main points was that when declassified documents revealed how American officials discussed foreign policy, they assumed that the USA had a right to overthrow foreign governments, invade nations, slaughter their populations, and inflict virtual slavery on huge swaths of humanity, mainly peoples who had recently shed the yoke of European colonialism after World War II ended. In many instances, the USA simply became the new imperial overlords. Ed’s worthy-and-unworthy-victim framework is seen in Noam’s book. In Ed and Noam’s first book together, they noted the suffering of Africa and elsewhere.

If it ends up being Noam’s last book, it is a fitting end, as Noam called out his nation’s crimes in an attempt to curtail them, which could help save humanity. Noam thought that intellectuals could do no less. I recently reviewed a memoir by Noam’s longtime assistant at MIT, and her respect and love for Noam was obvious. Noam was one of the most approachable figures on Earth, which is partly how he got roped into the Epstein saga. I am not sure if there has ever been a greater advocate of free speech than Noam, who has defended the free-speech rights of Holocaust Deniers and even people who smeared him. He has been attacked from all sides for many years.

Noam sits firmly in my pantheon, but he and I do not see eye to eye on many issues, which I have remarked on regarding the limitations of intellectuals and politics. Noam is representative of the left’s aversion to the idea that the global economy and political system is managed by covert means, so covert that the left denies that those managers even exist. I made a recent post on the most dramatic events in American history in the past century and their likely conspiratorial nature. Noam was way off-base with his book that argued that the CIA would not have been motivated to be part of JFK’s assassination. The CIA was deeply involved in the operation that got JFK killed.

Michael Parenti expertly revealed the “conspiracy-phobia” on the left, especially Noam’s position on it, and how the gangster state operated with JFK’s murder. The left has been blinkered by its materialism, scientism, and its overreliance on structural analysis. Noam’s stance on the unvaccinated was painful to witness, although I immediately understood where he was coming from. It is legitimate to wonder if Noam’s debilitating stroke came from the COVID vaccine.

I have had experiences that armchair academics will never have, which shaped my views more than anything else, and I am sympathetic to the mental traps that Noam became ensnared in. I think that calling him a “left gatekeeper” is going too far, but Noam definitely has had a towering influence among the left. The left definitely has its ideological limits, as all political stripes do, which is why I strongly doubt that the path to a healed humanity and planets runs through retail politics. Noam is human like the rest of us, but what a great human.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

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The video of this post is here.

It was not until I made a recent video that I realized that my framework of Epochs of the human journey is a structural model that is similar to Ed Herman’s Propaganda Model. The Propaganda Model has five filters, and my Epochal framework has five Epochs. That similarity was unintentional, as I just realized that my Epochal framework is a structural model.

As soon as I realized that I had created a structural model, my mind began racing, thinking of its similarities to the Propaganda Model and structural models in general. I will be thinking about this for a long time, but some features jumped out at me, not only my framework’s similarities with the Propaganda Model, but how structural features work. Some of that will follow.

Even though the Propaganda Model was Ed’s invention, Noam Chomsky was the coauthor of the book in which the final model was introduced, and Noam was perhaps the most astute analyst of the Propaganda Model and how it operates. He noted that it was a special case of the constraints that all intellectuals in capitalist societies are subjected to. Noam has long discussed that few journalists understand how they have been brainwashed, and most of them think that they report the truth. Ed called it internalized values, as journalists and pundits unwittingly adopt the framework that serves elite interests. Ed wrote that such people are “incapable” of rational thought when encountering information that challenges their brainwashing, which brings up the question of whether humans are really a sentient species, as Brian O’Leary asked after watching the crazed reactions of denial and fear that scientists had to the idea of free energy.

I want to discuss a little in this post how those structural features operate. Noam has discussed that the process begins in kindergarten, of weeding out people who fail to acquiesce to the brainwashing. By the time that journalists graduate from Columbia’s School of Journalism, they are thoroughly brainwashed and will reliably promote and defend elite interests in their work. There are rare exceptions, such as when Matt Kennard tried to question Henry Kissinger about his imperial crimes, and Kennard then became a pariah at Columbia. Kennard was the rare exception, which shows that there can be exceptions to the rule, although they can pay a heavy price for it if they speak out, often with ruined careers.

The structural features of our societies present constraints on behavior. Laws and their enforcement comprise one such constraint, but elite brainwashing is a subtler process, so is having one’s career ruined for reporting outside of the imperial framework, such as the bloodbath framework that Ed and Noam invented in their first collaboration.

I have only been thinking about the similarities of Ed’s Propaganda Model in my Epochal framework for a few days, so I am sure that many more realizations are coming for me, but what follows is what I immediately noticed.

Ed’s Propaganda Model describes the current state of how the USA’s mainstream media operates, while my Epochal framework not only describes humanity’s current state but how it came to be. The human journey has always primarily rested on the energy issue, but I took it back through the journey of life on Earth and even to the beginning of our universe, which is nothing but energy in the current cosmology. The organisms that effectively acquired and managed energy survived and reproduced, which is a biological imperative. Evolution operated from the very first life on Earth, and the human body contains innovations that are billions of years old. Not only do those evolutionary innovations make our lives possible, but if we act in opposition to them, our health will generally suffer and we will die early deaths. I first learned this when I was 12, when my family changed its diet from processed food to whole food. Processed food is addictive, partly by design, but it also provides patients for the medical racket. RFK, Jr., is waging war against this situation, and the media is fighting him the entire way.

Social animals are social because sociality increases the survival and reproductive prospects of a society’s members. In simian societies, which include humans, their members constantly jockey for status, as high status enhances an individual’s survival and reproductive prospects. All simian societies engage in the often-delicate dance of vying for status while maintaining the social cohesion needed to hold the society together to prevail against its competitors. Many human behaviors are deeply baked into our biology and present features that powerfully influence us. I will call those features structural. Many are essential for our survival and wellbeing, but it can be highly counterproductive and even fatal to mindlessly adhere to them, especially when they are orchestrated by others for reasons of power and control.

In evolutionary theory, a key question is whether common features between species came from descent or convergence. Descent means that it came through an organism’s DNA from its ancestors, and convergence means that different species independently evolved similar features to solve the problems of survival and reproduction.

I have seen so-called mystical material that stated that the reason why humans invented agriculture and civilization in unrelated parts of Earth is that extraterrestrials taught people to do it. I doubt it. I think that the independent invention of agriculture in several places and the independent invention of civilization in four places are examples of convergence. Behaviorally modern humans are pretty smart. During the conquest of Earth, the human population increased by a factor of 1,000, and after the easy meat was driven to extinction and the brief warming interval that we live in today was conducive to plant growth, I think that it was natural that humans scattered across the planet would invent similar solutions. The same goes for civilization. Cities are energy-concentrating devices and collections of tools. The early ones were all built on shorelines to take advantage of low-energy transportation lanes over water to supply the cities. Several thousand years later, Europe exploited the same concept to turn Earth’s ocean into a low-energy transportation lane and thereby conquer humanity.

Similarly, all industrial nations look similar, and they stand in stark contrast to agrarian nations. It is all about their level of energy capture. There are no hay-powered rockets to the Moon. These are structural features that few people are really conscious of as they go about their lives. As I mentioned in a recent video, not only did nobody ever imagine the coming Epochs, people have always had a hard time comprehending the previous Epochs.

Coming to understand these realities helped me become far more sympathetic to why people react to the idea of free energy with denial and fear. Time is short, and my approach seeks the very few people who have awakened from their brainwashing, care enough about where we are heading as a species, and dare to imagine the next Epoch as a way of helping it manifest. The technology for it is older than I am, but it is sequestered from public awareness and use by history’s greatest cover-up as global elites try to protect their game of power and control over the planet and humanity. I am somewhat sympathetic to their plight, as the arrival of the Fifth Epoch will mean the end of elites and they know it. They fail to understand that they will become a thousand times richer in the Fifth Epoch and that love is the power of creation. Global elites are in arrested spiritual development. But nearly all of humanity sleepwalks, so blaming elites for this situation is counterproductive as we have all played our part. I think that the love and enlightenment approach will work, if the people can be found for it.

This will not be the last time that I write on this subject.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

After a detour spent writing about Noam Chomsky and the limits of politics, I will resume my oral history of my journey and what I learned. My previous post on this ended with my rolling into Boston on a Sunday morning in November 1986, after driving for 24 hours straight, completing my chase of Dennis Lee across the continent. To this day, I still reverberate from that voice that told me to move to Seattle. It knew what it was doing, but if I had known what was ahead of me, I may have chickened out and I still wonder of the wisdom of it. I have never heard of another story like mine, but it was what I learned that was important.

Dennis was in Boston because one of his Seattle salesmen got his family involved. My final paycheck in Seattle was funded by that family’s purchase of Dennis’s remaining inventory. Dennis and his family lived with that salesman’s parents, in New England’s first solar home, built by his father, who worked at MIT. The family even helped build their community, of a bunch of homes built around a pond, which is what they call lakes in Massachusetts. Even though Dennis was selling the world’s best heating system, Jimmy Carter’s tax credit had expired at the end of 1985, which was the heart of Dennis’s financial engineering play to carpet the USA with that heat pump. A hundred companies had come and gone, trying to make a go of it with that heating system, but nobody could sell them like Dennis, the installation needed to be professionalized, and there was also organized suppression of other companies, which I eventually heard some about. Bringing any new technology to market is very difficult. When it was as disruptive as that heating system could have been, organized suppression could come into play. Almost no company can survive that.

When I got there, within a few minutes, I sat at the kitchen table and talked with Dennis. He said that I was an enigma. He didn’t know why I was so persistent, but he trusted that his God put people like me in his path. I told him that I was there because of my mentor’s influence. Dennis and his wife were rather devout, even fanatical, Christians, and they literally had a painting about me in their bedroom, about the one leper who Jesus healed that returned. I was Dennis’s only employee, out of hundreds, who chased him across the country.

A great misconception about so called “rebels” is that they have oppositional defiant disorder or some other malady. Some may, but the “rebels” (AKA “dissidents”) that I respected most were Boy and Girl Scouts who believed in the system and tried to make a dent, to eventually learn how to corrupt the system was. I call them disillusioned idealists, and I was becoming one. Dennis did not begin rebellious, and he constantly tried to work with Wall Street, the government, and the energy companies. The chairman of the board of American Express and John Spickard understood the brilliance of what Dennis was doing, but few others ever did.

On the Friday before I arrived, Dennis spoke at a meeting that the Department of Energy hosted, and he promoted his heat pump and other conservation technologies. When he finished his speech, he was approached by a man who worked for a local company. He invited Dennis to visit their company on Monday. I arrived on a Sunday, and the next day, in my suit and tie, I drove Dennis to that company, where we met with the CEO. He demonstrated a few technologies to us, but the company’s main product was a turbine that ran on hot water. A 200-degree-Fahrenheit heat source could provide the hot water to run that turbine, and they planned to electrify remote places such as African villages with it. I did not even know how Dennis’s heat pump worked at the time, and over the next couple weeks I did the accounting for that family and watched video tapes that Dennis had just made, as an heiress (Pillsbury, I believe) was considering funding Dennis’s next effort. That was when I began learning about Dennis’s past. He was an entertaining speaker, and as he spoke, he held up documents that proved what he was saying.

That heiress bowed out before I arrived, but those tapes were educational and fun to watch. When I have written about Dennis’s life before I met him, some of that came from those tapes. When I did the accounting for that family, it became evident that they were well on the way to going out of business before Dennis arrived. They had sunk about $250,000 into the business and had nothing to show for it but their inventory. Dennis immediately worked his magic, built a sales crew, and after he arrived, the family spent no more money on their business. He was their savior, but I soon came to understand that they did not see it that way. They treated Dennis like some wayward salesman who was now under their control, and they thought that they knew better than he did how to make it happen. Dennis repeatedly tried to bring in a partner to bail them out, but they were never interested. They had too much ego involved in it.

Dennis was promoting that Seattle inventor’s heat-storage technology. His name was Bob. As I disclosed in my previous video, Bob began to enlighten me on inventors before I left Seattle, such as how they were all trying to get rich and famous, and I learned how corrupt General Motors was. When I left Seattle, Bob asked me to keep an eye out for opportunities for him. We were very friendly, and after I had been there for a week or two, Dennis asked me to call Bob, to begin to get him involved with what we were doing. So I called Bob, and by the end of the conversation, Bob was yelling “Show me the money!” I was kind of in shock when that conversation ended. The pedestal that I had put inventors on was beginning to crumble. I did not call Bob again.

Not only did I do the accounting for that family, I eventually got the records of the last days in Seattle. I saw that, while I was working for free, Bob drew regular paychecks until Dennis’s company was stolen, of $2,000 per week, as I recall. I felt badly for what happened to Bob in Seattle, but Dennis was not the man who screwed him. Dennis was really Bob’s only ally, and Bob’s heat-storage technology was trivial, especially compared to the world’s best heating system and what we would soon pursue. Dennis was trying to get Bob involved kind of as a favor to Bob.

After I had been there about two weeks, one evening Dennis told me what he was thinking. That low-temperature turbine that we saw used 200-degree-Fahrenheit water. Although I did not know it at the time, that was the output temperature of Dennis’s heat pump. The day that I met Dennis, he announced his intention to compete with the electric companies to produce electricity. Dennis’s idea to hook up his heat pump with that low-temperature turbine was his first free-energy idea. Since I did not even know how his heat pump worked yet, I had no idea if it would work or not, but Dennis’s enthusiasm was contagious and I became sold on him in Seattle. I was ready to help with whatever he had in mind, to rebuild his business. To this day, I have never again seen the combination of heart, talent, courage, and persistence that Dennis had. You had to see it to believe it. I was mentored by a world-class genius, I quickly saw that Dennis was another one, and I eagerly learned at his feet.

In my first month there, I lived with Dennis, his family, and the family that took them in, but Dennis’s wife wanted her own place to live in. I had been juice-fasting for several years by that time. I previously wrote about how I had to live with my grandparents to save up enough gas money to chase Dennis to Boston, and I arrived broke. After a couple of weeks there, I embarked on what became the longest fast in my life, of 45 days. A gallon of apple juice cost only $2.25 and I drank a gallon a day for the next 45 days. We did not have a scale, so I don’t know how much weight I lost, but I guess that it was about 20 pounds. I ended the fast when my heart began fibrillating.

We moved into a house in Winchester, in Boston’s suburbs, just before Christmas 1986. Dennis later told me that he watched me carefully around his daughters, who were five and seven years old. He didn’t have to worry about that. Before long, I became their babysitter and I am Uncle Wade to them today. We lived in a three-story house that had been divided in half, and the landlord lived in the other half. On the top floor were one bedroom and one bathroom, which is where I lived.

One of Dennis’s customers quickly saw that Dennis was the only talent in that organization, and he began courting Dennis. In early January, there was nothing for me to do, as far as our business went, and I took a temporary job as an accounts payable clerk for a Kennedy foundation run by Eunice Shriver for disabled children. That week Dennis reeled in that investor, who was going to put up $20,000 to get us going. The investor was going to deliver by Friday, and on Friday I asked Dennis if I should stop working for the Kennedys. On Saturday morning he said that it didn’t work out with the investor and that I should keep working the next week. I was about on day 37 of my fast, and on Saturday morning, I asked Dennis what had happened. Apparently the investor began to comprehend what Dennis was planning on doing and got scared.

Dennis was not telling me everything, and that was OK with me. I was just there to help him rebuild. What Dennis had not told me was that the investor gave Dennis $5,000, but asked for a $5,000 check in return as “security.” That was bizarre behavior for an investor. Dennis had also not told me that Stan, AKA “Mr. Engineer” in my writings, was waiting for Dennis to make something happen, so that he could work for Dennis again. Stan had quite a career, but he was a 66-year-old cancer patient who was unemployable. Stan was in it for the money. When Dennis got the $5,000, he immediately sent $500 to Stan, and Stan began driving across the continent from Ellensburg. On that Saturday morning, Stan was somewhere in Montana. Dennis also paid the rent out of that $5,000. Not only did that investor get cold feet, but he cashed the $5,000 check that he asked Dennis for, which was underhanded. So Dennis’s rent check and the check to Stan were about to bounce on Monday. I did not know it, but we were high and dry, about to become homeless. What Dennis also did not tell me was that the $20,000 was just a downpayment on an eventual $1 million investment.

That Saturday morning I asked Dennis about what had happened. I asked that that man only had to give Dennis $20,000 to become his 50% partner. Dennis said yes. A couple of hours later, after thinking about it, I asked if I came up with $20,000, could I become the 50% partner. Dennis wrote in his first book that it was an effort not to laugh at me, because I was fasting because it was cheaper than eating. But when Dennis said yes, I was on the phone to my family and friends. I guaranteed their investment, and I was not going to take any for myself, but just manage their investment. By Monday morning, $25,000 was on its way to my bank account and we were off and running. Dennis told me to take 20% for myself. Also, with seeing what happened in Seattle, I gave Dennis one share more than my investment company held, to give him controlling interest in our company. We were not going to give Dennis any ownership problems.

My mentor was my biggest investor, at $10,000. As I was raising the money, Dennis’s wife, Alison, cautioned Dennis, saying that I was young and naïve. But Dennis replied that he wanted a Boy Scout as his partner. He later called my coming through an act of divine intervention, and I can see why. I was about to watch Dennis go to work. I wanted to see that show. Dennis literally put on a show, as our first effort was putting on shows. I had my first paranormal experiences at age 16 and became quite the student of spirituality. I could never belong to an organized religion after that, and even though I almost went to the Air Force Academy, by age 19 I was a pacifist. I was not into American nationalism or Christianity (but I considered Jesus a mystical master second to none), and my teenage dream was changing the energy industry.

I was basically paying to watch Dennis work his magic, and it was something to behold. The next month was preparation for a series of shows that we put on. The first shows were staged at the Old South Meeting House, where the Boston Tea Party had been planned, and Dennis called our presentation the Greatest Energy Show on Earth. We brought out Blake the head installer in Seattle to build a demonstration unit to present Dennis’s idea for energy idea. Like Bob the inventor, I later saw that Blake never missed a paycheck in Seattle and immediately went to work for Clark and the thieves, to fix systems that were installed poorly in the rush to meet the December 31, 1985, tax-credit deadline. Blake was a mercenary, but I am glad that he serviced the Seattle customers. We paid him $1,000 for his week in Boston, building our demo unit.

Dennis wore a white tuxedo and announced a “Declaration of Energy Independence” at the show. He also called it God’s solution to our energy problems. Dennis was combining nationalism, organized religion, P.T. Barnum showmanship, and business opportunities. The business opportunity part of that was all that I was really interested in, and I eventually came to realize that that won’t work, either. Not for this.

Only about 35 people attended our first show. I towed our demo model on a trailer hitched to my Pinto station wagon. I cleaned the seats after our first show and found this funny artwork. I sent a copy of it to Dennis more than 15 years ago, and when I visited him in 2013, he had it framed in his office.

We built that demo model in the basement of that salesman’s family’s home, and we used their office in a business park. It was kind of an odd relationship with them, and the family matriarch presented Dennis a partnership agreement. Buried about 20 pages into it was the provision to remove Dennis as a partner. That was typical of our dealings with them.

We had unwillingly stumbled into another nuclear-energy controversy, with the Seabrook Power Station. My learning curve became insanely steep when I became Dennis’s partner. I saw the most blatant propaganda campaign that I ever saw over Seabrook. A local newspaper covered our shows positively, which is the only time that I ever saw positive coverage of Dennis in the newspapers. No mention of us in the Boston Globe (like it never reviewed Noam Chomsky’s books), while New England’s electric companies held secret meetings to decide what to do about us. Instead of the snuff job in Seattle, they thought that maybe they needed to work with us.

We taped our first show and sent it around. We soon heard that Jackie Gleason was watching our tape, which was bizarre to me, but I eventually learned why. RFK Jr.’s older brother Joe had just begun his first term as a Congressman, and he got a tape. He called our office a few days later to profanely insult Dennis.

As we began making waves, an old energy activist got involved with us, and he told us that corporate America really ran the Department of Energy, which I heard about from the inside a decade later.

We put on a show near Seabrook’s front gates in April. Dennis unveiled his offer to buy out Seabrook, never put nuclear fuel in it, but use it to store energy from Dennis’s projected free-energy machines at people’s homes. The mouse roared, but Dennis soon had an audience with the chairman of Seabrook, who was New England’s most powerful electric executive.

Many other events happened that spring. Dennis began treating me like the heir apparent, and that winter of 1987, we often sat late into the night in our living room, as Dennis watched TV and told me the story of his life.

The magnitude of it all began to overwhelm my ego, but that did not last long. One of my smallest investors, who put up $500, was a former girlfriend whom I once considered marrying. After she got in, she had one of her friends, who was the daughter of a Hollywood celebrity, call me to discuss what we were doing. I guess that it did not go well, because that former girlfriend soon began attacking me. Over the course of about a month, she attacked me in four different conversations, and the last one left me in tears. Dennis told me to pay her $1,000 and be done with her, which I did, and he made a tape to my investors. It was going to be my guarantee for the last time. They could get all of their money back for half their or double the money back for all their stock. One of my investors took us up on it.

Here is where I bring in Mr. Professor, whose name was Wayne. After that voice in my head told me to study business, my Accounting 101 class, which was a year-long class, had Wayne as the professor. He was the best teacher that I ever had. When I went to the university the next year, I set record test scores, and that was partly because of his tutelage. Soon before I moved to Los Angeles to start my career, I visited him at his home. I also ran into him in town, when he told me about a business opportunity which made him a millionaire, as an entrepreneur took on the corrupt life insurance industry and prevailed. I actually worked at that company as an auditor a year later.

In December 1986, I sent Christmas cards to people, including one to Wayne, telling him how his crazy student was trying to change the world. When I first raised the money for Dennis, I gave 10% of my holdings away to friends and family. Then I started getting contacted by people who wanted to get in. Another $15,000 came in that way, but I gave them only half as much stock for their money as the original shareholders got, to honor the first shareholders. I named my investment group Better World Investors. A decade later, after he got out of prison, Dennis named one of his companies Better World Technologies, and I was like a proud father.

Just as I was hearing from those people who wanted in, I got a reply from Wayne to my Christmas card. Enclosed was $1,000, just as a Christmas gift from Wayne. That was who Wayne was. I decided that it would not be a gift, and I gave Wayne stock. That became a very fateful reciprocal generosity that eventually costed Wayne his life, which was the greatest sorrow of my journey.

When I began at Dennis’s Seattle company, I moved in with a roommate, and we are friends today. Just before I left to chase Dennis to Boston seven months later, I visited him. He said that I looked ten years younger than when I met him. Even though I worked for free in Seattle, that began my life’s happiest year. I had a drinking problem in Los Angeles, partly because my employer forced me to drink as part of my career grooming. In Seattle, I hiked every week with my cousin, in my lifetime’s greatest hiking year. My stress symptoms from LA soon vanished and I hardly drank at all. My lifetime’s happiest year ended with our first shows, as it became a struggle, and those attacks from my former girlfriend kind of sent me over the edge. My stress symptoms came back as did my drinking problem. I would grab a six pack of beer on the way home and drink it in my room, like I did in my last years in LA. I had a 20-year battle with the bottle, and if I had not quit drinking in 2000, I might not be here today.

When we later learned that the Massachusetts authorities were sharpening their axes, incited by Washington authorities, it was no great surprise. But almost everybody that we got involved with was from New Hampshire, as our efforts fell flat in cynical Massachusetts. Dennis and I did a radio show in New Hampshire, which I eventually realized was a probe from the electric companies. I was slowly, one event after another, losing my naïveté, which I eventually learned can be a fatal affliction in this field. But Dennis and I had no idea that there even was a free-energy field in those days. We had never heard of Nikola Tesla. We were babes in the free-energy woods, or maybe more like lambs to the slaughter.

I also began grasping the magnitude of what we were doing. That was where the ego challenges came from, but I also realized that I was probably risking my life, but Dennis was far more so, as we would soon learn.

An Amway tycoon came by our office, sniffing for opportunities, but in retrospect the big news was that the global elite began contacting us. They play a very subtle game. One day, several nondescript businessmen came to our office. They met with Dennis right outside my office door, and as soon as they left Dennis came into my office to tell me that they had offered $10 million for Dennis’s free energy idea. It was not until 1998, when I heard Tom Bearden talk about it, that I realized that we had just received a friendly buyout offer from the global elite. The people behind that offer are called the “Black Hat” faction. But Dennis also got a phone call in the night, which was an encouraging anonymous call, and I also didn’t realize until several years later that was a call from the so called “White Hats.” A generation after those events I heard Steven Greer say that the Mormon financial empire was the ringleader of the global elite. Then the Mormon thefts of our Seattle and Ventura companies became far more understandable. When I briefly rejoined Dennis in 1996-1997, they took the game to a new level, with a huge sting operation intended to entrap us, and I nearly went to prison for my trouble, which I did not realize until 2008. A year after the friendly buyout offer they raised it to $1 billion, as their “final” offer, before they began playing rough, and Dennis should not have survived the experience, but that comes later.

I introduced Dennis to my mentor and soon had him come out to Boston to assess what we were doing. The popular interpretation of the Second Law of Thermodynamics stated that we could not do what Dennis proposed. My mentor, however, was not so quick to call it impossible and he eventually proposed his own solution of marrying his engine with the panels of Dennis’s heat pump. That comes later.

When my mentor visited, Dennis quickly realized that I was right. Mr. Mentor really was a world-class inventive genius. Unbeknownst to me, Dennis and my mentor made a deal. Dennis would move the company to my home town of Ventura, to work with my mentor, and in June of 1987, we moved the company to Ventura, as I drove the truck with all of the company assets back across the continent, less than a year after I chased Dennis to Boston. If somebody had told me what was ahead of me, I would not have believed it, and I had already lived through several unbelievable events.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

This post will be on our early days with Dennis Lee in my home town of Ventura. The Ventura days will take a few posts, and it will be worth them, as it is the biggest free-energy takedown that I know of, and nobody has told the story as I am about to.

As I mentioned in my previous post, I did not know why we were moving to my home town, which was the last place on Earth where I wanted to be. I had previously left Southern California twice, intending to never return to live, and the year after my previous escape, I was driving a truck to California. It was my “friends” at work once more.

Before we left, we hired a guy to run the Boston operation who soon tried to steal it. Dennis brought in one of his childhood friends from Yakima to oversee it, and he quickly ran it into the ground. He eventually absconded with a car that the family in Boston had leased. Dennis had his sister steal the car back in Yakima, I flew to Seattle to drive it back down to California, and Dennis’s former Seattle salesman who got his family involved flew out from Boston to drive it back. A month or so later, Dennis brought that Yakima pal into the Ventura operation. Dennis was always oriented around sales, but that guy seemed pretty useless as a fast-talking salesman. That was a sampling of the chaos around our operation.

As I drove the truck to Ventura, Dennis and his family flew to Yakima, where his father was dying. He died about a week after Dennis and his family came down to Ventura. Dennis said his goodbyes in Yakima and did not attend the funeral. I put the truck’s contents in a storage facility and waited for Dennis to arrive. My professor Wayne had busily raised money for his regional dealership. When Dennis arrived, Wayne handed him $40,000 and told him to go do it. Wayne and I were the only investors that Dennis ever had that did that: give him the money and watch him go. The reality until then was more like that family in Boston, who tried to control Dennis, or his partners/investors would steal the company when they thought that the time was right.

I lived with my father and his second wife for about a month, and they kicked me out when Dennis came to town, so I moved back in with Dennis’s family. We rented a house that was only a few miles from where I was raised, and about a half mile from the county center, where I worked for six months as a temp before I began my career in Los Angeles.

Wayne was also a partner in a CPA firm, and during tax season, between teaching and tax returns, he worked about 70 hours a week. Wayne was the most beloved professor at that college. When he was on campus, he gave free tax advice to any faculty who asked. As a professor, he changed lives. I won’t go into all the stories, but the man was a saint. He had adult-onset diabetes, but he was an amazing physical specimen. I was a track star at that college, and I could have been a benchwarmer on my high school basketball team. Wayne thought that I could have played on that college’s team. I was 29 when I arrived in Ventura, and Wayne was 52. I was still pretty athletic, and Wayne played basketball with me at the college. He even had keys to their gymnasium, and we played on the same court that I did in college, back when I could dunk a basketball. Those dunking days were over, but I could still play a pretty good game of basketball. Wayne played with me, and he was fairly competitive. I stopped playing basketball in my late 30s (and also throwing and jumping), and I look back in awe that Wayne could play basketball with me when he was in his 50s. That anecdote will become relevant later.

Wayne had an office just a few blocks from our house, and Dennis started the Ventura operation with the usual ads for salesmen. Dennis tried training me to interview the salesmen. I did it for an ad that Dennis ran in the local newspaper, and my mother worked in the classified-ad department at that paper. Its headquarters were a half mile from Wayne’s office. From the house I was raised in to the local college to the county center to the office building that we soon rented, it was all within a few-mile radius. Everything was within a ten-minute drive.

But Dennis first ran an ad in the Los Angeles Times, and one evening he and I worked in Wayne’s office. As I later learned from Dennis’s book, we moved to Ventura because Dennis had a deal with my mentor. My mentor would invent, and Dennis would take that pig to market. But he did not come aboard for a couple months after we got there. Billions of people today use his inventions. All cell phones use the circuit that he invented in the 1960s so that batteries do not get overcharged, allowing people to leave their phones plugged in indefinitely. But that circuit was stolen by a contractor from Lockheed, and his theft earned him the Electronics Design Man of the Year in 1967. That is how the real world of inventing works.

His invention that garnered the most publicity, with his name attached to it, was his engine. A federal study concluded it was the best engine in the world for powering automobiles, and an industrialist was going to found a company to build cars based on that engine. But my mentor and his rocket-scientist promoter would only get 5% of the equity. With a deal like that, they declined further involvement. But a few years later, somebody, almost certainly that industrialist and his pals, built a car based on my mentor’s engine and drove it in the Rose Parade, as they announced their intention to revolutionize the automobile industry.

When my mentor’s engine began making waves, a high-ranking military official told him that if he thought that his engine would displace Detroit’s internal combustion engine, he should make his funeral plans immediately. That kind of reality was familiar to people who had some idea of how our world really worked. I did not hear that anecdote until many years later. Cars using that engine were estimated to get up to 100 miles per gallon, and my mentor said that a mail truck, which moved slowly and started and stopped, would get about 200 miles per gallon.

But that evening in Wayne’s office, as Dennis called back people who responded to that LA Times ad, I think that I heard of that thieving company’s fate. One respondent that Dennis called back was not interested in work. He wanted to talk to whoever was crazy enough to advertise free electricity. The respondent told Dennis that he was head of marketing for a car company in LA that was building cars that would get 100 miles per gallon. There cannot have been too many companies like that. The man said that the founders of the company were all in prison as a result of a fraud trial. The man said that at the trial, the prosecution’s chief witness testified that he was the head of engineering for that company. The witness described in detail the fraudulent practices that the company engaged in. The only problem was that nobody at the company had ever seen the man before. Forged payroll records were introduced into evidence, to “prove” that the man in fact worked for that company. The respondent told Dennis: “You don’t know what they will do to you!” Dennis replied with, “You called to see if somebody had the guts to do this.” Less than a year later, Dennis would be jailed with a $1 million bail in circumstances arguably more extreme than what that respondent described.

We soon rented a building less than a mile from Wayne’s office, and Dennis and Alison did their usual negotiating with local merchants to cheaply furnish the building. They were quite a team, and watching them in action was amazing.

After only being there a few weeks, Dennis became deathly ill from what seemed to be a kidney infection. I had done plenty of hands-on psychic healing in the past, but working with people at death’s door could quickly result in their deaths, but peacefully, to help them leave, as it was their time to go. I had several of those experiences before I kind of stopped doing it. One evening, Dennis lay on the floor in our dining room, groaning in agony. Dennis and I are closer than family, and I definitely wanted to help him, but he was also our company’s main asset at that time. I don’t even think that Dennis was awake when I did it, but I did an intense, hands-on healing session with him, and a couple of days later he fully recovered. He went to a doctor who tested him, and his finding was that Dennis had been deathly ill but had miraculously recovered. No healer can take credit for such events. At most, we are conduits for higher powers.

It was during that time Dennis ran an ad in USA Today. He was not looking for salesmen, but the ad was about selling information kits on how to sell, build, and install his heat pump. The price was $2,000 per kit or $5,000 for all three. People began mailing us checks from all over the USA. All that I had seen with Dennis for the previous 17 months was bloody ruin. I really had no idea that Dennis had found his next rocket ship, and neither did Alison. But Dennis told us that he had. He mimicked a dowser who found the water, and he told us that this was a big one. I accepted it with kind of a wait-and-see attitude. Was Dennis ever right.

We went from a few volunteers to 40 employees in two months as money poured into our operation, and that chapter comes next.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

This post will cover the time from when Dennis’s kit-sales program began working to the raid. By the time that Dennis’s program began working, my stress problems were back, I drank too much, and I probably only survived because of my youth and relatively healthy diet.

We were soon buried in orders for our kits, as money poured in from around the USA. Before it really got going, one of Wayne’s (AKA Mr. Professor) friends was Jerry Hipple. He began coming by our office almost daily, and kind of made a nuisance of himself. Jerry had a ranch in nearby Carpinteria, which he ran with his son. We brought a few units to California from Boston. Jerry raised orchids in a big greenhouse and heated it with gas. One day Dennis told Jerry if he was going to buy something, great, but we were too busy to chat with him every day. Jerry got the message and bought one of our units from us, I think for about $4,000. He and his son installed it on their greenhouse and immediately began saving over $5,000 a year. It was a beautiful installation, and it became our showcase installation in 1987.

Also, just as we were getting going, there were multiple attempts to steal our business, and one I remember in particular, by a patriarch of a cultish movement. It was in September or October, after I had witnessed several attempts to steal our company, going back to Seattle, that I told Dennis how shocking it was to see. Dennis replied that the first 50 times that he saw it, he was shocked, too. I was losing my naïveté in leaps and bounds back then. The thieves were always nice guys. Dennis later wrote that they had to be nice guys in order to get close enough to stick their daggers into the ribs of their targets. It was the amiable psychopath trick, which I eventually witnessed many times. I have had people tell me that they could spot criminals from a mile off. No they can’t. They think they can read their expressions and thereby read their minds, but they have no idea what they’re talking about. The psychopaths that were sicced on us as part of organized suppression, and those who approached us to steal from us, were often very good what they did. They looked and acted like Boy and Girl Scouts until they jammed their knives in. And even as they stick their daggers in, their targets often won’t believe it. Last year I named the corporate hit man, Bill Delp, who was sicced on Dennis’s Seattle company, once I learned that he had died. He was a killer, but he completely duped those people who eulogized him. That autumn, I believe, Ken Hodgell bought his kit, and he looked and acted like Mr. Rogers.

Dennis also got another one of those encouraging calls in the night. I think that he got about three or four of them before he was arrested. As soon as we got going, Stan came down from Ellensburg. Stan lived with us for about five months in Boston, but I think that he got his own apartment in Ventura. Even though we were in Ventura so that Dennis could work with my mentor, he did not immediately come aboard. He was very standoffish, but he and Stan got along famously as a couple of old engineers. In September 1987, Dennis, Stan, and my mentor went to visit an inventor in LA. Apparently, on that trip, Dennis brought up the issue of why my mentor wasn’t getting involved, and he replied that he heard that Dennis didn’t treat inventors well. Then Stan got involved and said that Dennis treated inventors better than anybody he ever saw, which was true. Dennis treated inventors better than many of them deserved. My mentor then came aboard.

Our business was skyrocketing, and I was busy taking care of business. My mentor soon sat Stan and Dennis down and presented them his idea for doing free energy. He thought that if the panels from Dennis’s heat pump were married to his hydraulic heat engine, free energy was possible. I’ll be the first to admit that the popular interpretation of the Second Law of Thermodynamics says that can’t be done, just as Dennis’s original idea should not have worked. From the beginning with Dennis, we regularly encountered scientists, and even thermodynamics experts, who thought that it was possible (such as here). We built that machine shop in the back of our warehouse and we began building a prototype of my mentor’s engine.

Dennis is always enthusiastic, but he started going into orbit in those days. I was working 70-hour weeks by then and even did an all-nighter or two, trying to keep up with our explosive growth. Dennis’s salesman friend from Yakima soon came down to work for us, and he and Dennis would work at the office, long into the night, drinking, watching movies, and having fun. I will give it to Dennis’s Yakima friend; that was the most fun that I saw Dennis have while I was his partner.

As I mentioned in ending my previous post, I finally got to watch Dennis make something happen, and it was like trying to hang on to a rope tied to a rocket ship as it took off.

We soon ran out of space. In my previous video, I estimated that our original space was 5,000 square feet. I looked it up yesterday, and it was only 3,400 square feet. We then leased the building next to it, which had nearly 6,000 square feet, and I soon moved my office to that building. I constantly walked between the buildings. Here they are.

That autumn of 1987, we became a kind of global mecca. A Japanese trade official visited Dennis in his office, but the most informative part of becoming a mecca like that were the stories that people told us. I was too busy working to talk to very many people who arrived like that, but others did, and I heard the stories. People tried to get to Dennis through me, as Dennis became unreachable in that mayhem. One day I took a call from a man with some exotic propulsion technology. He told me that when he was a young man, he had an encounter with Albert Einstein. He had occasion to call Princeton’s physics department, and the phone was answered by a voice that said, “This is Albert.” Oh, those innocent days. He said that the conversation quickly turned to Einstein’s quasi-mystical wonderment at the universe’s mysteries. Stories like that were nice to hear, but they were all too infrequent. Many were harrowing, and here are some of them.

By that time, Dennis had hired an assistant named Cab, and Cab often met people who wanted Dennis’s time. Cab was a former sheriff’s deputy. A man arrived at our office in a limousine and talked to Cab. The man was an entrepreneur who made his fortune of $400 million. He could have played for the rest of his life, but he still wanted to do something important. He built a windmill facility in the American Southwest. Maybe it was Arizona. He was planning on selling electricity from his windmills, probably to the electric companies. Back then, there were windmill scams to get tax breaks, but this guy was serious and he spent $35 million of his own money to build his windmill facility. He was working late one night in the office when he got a phone call. The caller made a proposal: that rich entrepreneur could pack up his briefcase, leave the facility, and never return, or his family would be dead by dawn. The caller provided some information that made it clear that he was serious and could deliver on his threat. That entrepreneur hung up the phone and sat there in his office. He took out his calculator and calculated that $35 million was 9% of his net worth. He decided that it wasn’t worth it. He packed up his briefcase, left his office, and never returned. He concluded the conversation with Cab with, “I wish you the best, but you have no idea what you are up against.” That was not the last time that I heard of “deals” like that.

Another man approached our office who was once a business partner with a professor at Cal State San Bernardino. The professor was a chemist, and he had invented a method to extract platinum from ore at efficiencies never seen before. It could have disrupted the platinum market. They sought investors and took Eastern Oligarchy money. They bought land in the California desert. Just as they began their mining operation, suddenly the sheriff was beating their door down for violating some law that nobody had heard of from the 19^th century. They knew that they had been had, and fled. The professor’s truck was found abandoned in the desert and he was never seen again. The man who told us his tale lived in the back of a chiropractor’s office for two years to stay alive. The Eastern Oligarchy then owned the mine.

In those days I heard of a free-energy inventor whose family was murdered in their home. The killers then set the house on fire and bulldozed it, which was a tactic that I would later hear about.

Another visitor told us about his battle with the federal government. He had invented some disruptive energy technology and the government tried to seize it by using national-security laws. He had engaged in a protracted legal battle against the federal government. I had heard about this before from my mentor. He told me that a military official did not have to be that high-ranking to sign those kinds of seizure orders. Maybe it was as a bird colonel.

I know that I only heard a fraction of the stories that came to us in those days. More will come later.

What I failed to mention in my previous posts was that sometime after our first greatest energy show, Dennis wanted Blake the installer to come back to Boston and work for another week, for his usual $1,000. When he went to work for the thieves in Seattle, I knew that Blake was a mercenary. When I saw that he was paid in Seattle all the way until Dennis’s company was stolen, it only reinforced that perception. But he was a competent mercenary, and Dennis used me to contact Blake and get him to come work for us again.

That time, Dennis had his wife Alison call Blake before I had a chance to, and she was not subtle. It went badly on her call with Blake, and Dennis had me call Blake to try to calm the waters. Blake did not want anything to do with us any longer, and Dennis made me deliver a threat to Blake, which was that Blake would never work in the industry again. I was not happy delivering that threat, and I told Dennis that I would never do it again. Since Dennis was the only person who could make the industry work, Blake indeed never worked in the industry again, and he is a refrigeration mechanic to this day. But Blake eventually got his vengeance, or at least tried to, which is coming.

Just as Dennis brought Stan back, and tried to get Bob the inventor to sign up again, he contacted his leading salesman from Seattle, whose name was Dave. He was one of the “loyalists” when the company was stolen, but I was far from sure about Dave, who seemed real abrasive. Dennis trained salespeople, and one of his strategies was to turn one into a “winner” to inspire the others. Dennis did that with Dave in Seattle. As I stated in previous posts, Dennis’s marketing plan was so brilliant that a chimpanzee could sell as his heat pump under his shared-savings plan. I repeatedly saw Dennis’s salesmen think that they were the magic, and Dennis was happy to let them think that, to boost their confidence and turn them into winners, but that could have unintended egocentric results.

Dennis told Dave to come on down from Seattle, check out our operation, and see if he wanted to make the big money again. On a Saturday morning, I drove to the LA airport and picked Dave up. Dave stayed for a day before returning to Seattle. A week or two later, we received a demand from Dave, inventor Bob, that engineer who could not think past his textbooks, and Blake. Their claim was mainly based on what Bob thought that he deserved, and they demanded $250,000. It was obviously a ludicrous claim. While I worked for free in Seattle, Blake never missed a paycheck. We ignored their claim. So Dave’s visit, which we paid for, was really a scouting expedition to see what they could extort from us. That was pretty low, but it was what I began to expect from people. In the end, only two of the Seattle loyalists bowed out honorably.

By October 1987, over the previous 18 months I had either worked for free or lived off about $50 a week. All that I paid for was food and gas. I lived with Dennis and his family for nearly a year. That was a highlight of my life, but since I left college, I never really lived in a clean place, especially the kitchen. None of those post-collegiate roommates were good housekeepers, and I was tired of not being able to use the kitchen, as it was usually dirty. So I asked Dennis if I could finally take some kind of salary so that I could rent a room. It became another larger-than-life event, as it led to my meeting my future wife. I could tell that it was my otherworldly “friends” at work again, and what it really meant was the beginning of the end of my days with Dennis.

Soon before Christmas 1987, one of our customers informed Cab that the Better Business Bureau was forwarding calls to them to the Ventura County Sheriff’s Department. Cab called the sheriff’s deputy himself, and I call the man Mr. Deputy. Cab’s affidavit of the event is here. Mr. Deputy was legally obligated to tell us if we were doing something illegal, but he said that all was well, which was his first criminal act against us, but it was far from his last.

Also, just before Christmas, Dennis and his salesman pal from Yakima were drinking late into the night. I drove to the office around midnight and half-dragged Dennis home. While I was helping him to my car in the middle of our parking lot, Dennis stopped and took in both of our buildings. He said that the Big Boys’ (his term for what turned out to be the global elite) eyes had to be bugging out of their heads, seeing what we had going. I knew that we were risking our lives, and I thought to myself at that time that if they did not stop us soon, they might not be able to. That was sadly prophetic.

Dennis held Saturday-morning shows in our machine shop, in which he demonstrated the heat pump and did his pitching. People came from around the world to see it. Mr. Deputy attended one of those Saturday shows in December, incognito.

Right after Christmas, at one of the Saturday shows, an inventor dropped off his business plan around his hydraulic heat engine. My mentor’s engine was also a hydraulic heat engine, and he told Dennis that that new engine was further developed than his was, and on New Year’s Day, 1988, I wrote our first check to Victor Fischer. We then began building a prototype of his engine.

Dennis was flying as high as I had seen him. A week after bringing Fischer aboard, Dennis spoke at a free-energy conference in Southern California. He brought down the house, and a few days later we held a national meeting near our office for the kit buyers and others. Mr. Deputy also attended that show, and the next day he was readying his search warrant for our facilities. I did not know it yet, but my life’s worst year was about to begin.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

This post will cover the raid and its immediate aftermath.

As I mentioned in my previous video, we expanded to two buildings and my office moved to the new building, so I was walking back and forth between the buildings all day long. At 10:00 AM on January 14^th, 1988, I was walking through our parking lot between the buildings when suddenly there was flurry of activity on the roads and streets around our office. Cars and trucks were rapidly accelerating and making squealing noises as they sped into our parking lot, nearly in a cloud of dust. I just stood there staring at the spectacle, and one truck came to a screeching halt maybe 15 feet from me. A man got out and asked me, almost confusedly, whether the building behind me was where Conserve Financial Services operated. I replied with a yes, and the man handed me a search warrant for our facilities. That man was Mr. Deputy, and my life’s worst year began with that moment.

I eventually realized that I was watching an acting job by Mr. Deputy. He had come to our Saturday show in our machine shop, so he knew full well that that was our office. They then invaded our facilities and rounded up the employees, putting us in our conference room. We had to provide identification before we were released.

I am pretty sure that another round of orchestrated performance followed that. Mr. Deputy said that he did not know that we occupied the second building. So he left the scene to go get his search warrant amended by a judge. But they occupied the first building. In the lower left-hand picture of this exhibit, Alison is challenging their occupancy of our building. I heard that the search would take all day long, so I went home, changed clothes, and I figured that I would go to the driving range to work on my golf swing. I was still naïve to what was happening. Within a half hour, I was back at the office, just checking in. Alison asked me to stay. So I stood around with several of the employees in our parking lot while the deputies occupied the building. Here are pictures of Cab, Dennis’s assistant, talking with me during the raid.

A reporter from a local newspaper arrived, but she heard a few seconds of our discussion and fled. I imagined that the next day’s story in the paper would not be flattering to us. It could not even get the basic facts right. For one thing, there were never any complaining customers in Seattle or Ventura.

The deputies said that the search was on hold until Mr. Deputy returned. But our machinist approached me and said that there was some funny business happening back in the machine shop.

When Mr. Deputy returned a few hours later, they decided to be cooperative and let us accompany their search. Alison said that they became friendly after they got what they came for, but I did not know what she was talking about. She then had me accompany the deputies on the search. As soon as the search began, Mr. Deputy took me aside and asked if I knew that Dennis admitted to deceiving people in Seattle. By that time, I was well aware of what happened in Seattle. All that Dennis admitted to is that one person in the state misunderstood one thing he said. Dennis only admitted to that because his customers voted on it, because the Attorney General held them hostage, and Dennis called it the dirtiest deal he ever did. So, Mr. Deputy did not get too far with me on his line of reasoning. In those images, you can see me standing there as the deputies hauled off the demo unit that the money from my investors built. The wall behind me was the wall of Mr. Researcher’s office. One might think that that would naturally have been the next place to be searched, but they ignored it and began searching the other building. I soon found out why.

Those images of the raid were taken by a cameraman who had the scoop of his career. The week before, when Dennis spoke at that free-energy conference, that cameraman recorded it. That morning, he came by our office, looking for work, just as the raid began. He then took out his gear and began recording. Dennis hired him the next day.

In the other building, I asked Mr. Deputy what we did that warranted the armed search. He said that we might have violated a civil law called the Seller Assisted Marketing Plan Act (“SAMP”). Not one lawyer in 100 even heard of the law, and there had only been one prosecution under the law in California history, and the conviction was overturned on appeal (selling Little League franchises). We heard from other states about their laws, which were similar. When I read their laws, they did not seem to apply to us, and I told Mr. Deputy so. He smiled at me and said that others would decide that. I mentioned Ed Meese’s “squeaky clean” comment on Dennis, and Mr. Deputy again smiled and said that he would not trust Meese’s judgment. Meese was the highest-ranking law-enforcement official in the USA. To be clear, to comply with the California civil law, all that we had to do was file a one-page form and pay $50.

Not that I had any discretion in the matter, but I said they could have anything out of my office that they wanted. But I stated that I would like to be able to have copies of the documents that they took, as I had a business to run, and Mr. Deputy said that it would not be a problem. I was then relieved of my duties of accompanying the deputies on their search.

Dennis had not been in the office when the raid happened. He was training salesmen that day. We all met at Wayne’s (AKA “Mr. Professor”) house that evening. It began sinking in with me what had happened, and Alison and Dennis were way ahead of me. They knew that a death blow had been named at our business, which only became evident the next day.

My mother worked for the local newspaper, which that reporter worked for, and I could tell that we would be smeared the next day. I called my mother that evening, warning her about it. I called the tell her to not try to defend me at work, as it could get her in trouble. I quickly realized that I did not have to worry about that, as she attacked me on the call and refused to speak to me for years. The attacks of my former girlfriend the previous year were only a gentle preview of what was in store for me. My mother eventually made a scrapbook of all the lying articles and took it on tour to my friends, family, and investors, telling the story of her son the criminal. When I eventually heard that, it did not even hurt anymore, as I was so used to it. I have no contact with my immediate family today, largely as a result of my journey, and I rescued all of them over the years.

When I got to my office that morning, there was not one piece of paper in it, other than the search receipt from the deputies, describing what they had taken. That morning, I also learned what they had done to Mr. Researcher’s office. The machine shop had mirrored windows, so that in the daytime, people could not see into our building. Mr. Researcher’s office had a door that opened to the machine shop. All of the invention documentation that people sent us, as well as blueprints for the prototype we were building of Mr. Mentor’s engine, as well as Mr. Researcher’s personal papers on his own inventions, were in Mr. Researcher’s office. A great deal had been entrusted to him. After everybody had been kicked out of the building, Mr. Researcher and the machinist walked around behind the building to the machine shop’s windows. That was hours before the official search began.

While they were standing there, the machine shop’s windows lit up from brilliant flashes inside, so that they could see inside the building. The flashes were coming from the camera of the deputy who was the raid’s photographer. He can be seen in two of these pictures. With each flash, the cameraman was illuminated. He had the blueprints rolled out on Mr. Researcher’s desk, photographing them, as deputies ransacked the office. Wayne’s wife called him at the college, and he came over. Wayne saw the deputies carry out a box and leave with it soon after they ransacked Mr. Researcher’s office.

Officially, the deputies searched Mr. Researcher’s office last, at around midnight. At 6:30 the next morning, Mr. Researcher regained access to his office. On his desk was the search receipt, which stated that the only document from his office that had been taken was a parts list for the heat pump. The reality was different. All of the invention documentation that he had been given was gone. Those documents were certainly in that box that those deputies took from the building. The blueprints were too big to sneak out like that, so that’s why they photographed them. The raid was partly an espionage exercise.

When he found out what they had done, Mr. Research was white in the face for weeks, and I thought that he was going to keel over. He soon left the operation, unable to handle how he had been raped, and especially regarding documents that had been entrusted to him. In Dennis’s The Alternative are affidavits of the witnesses to the ransacking of and theft from Mr. Researcher’s office. Mr. Researcher was never the same after that, and he eventually testified to what he witnessed.

It was blatantly criminal behavior by the sheriff’s deputies. My guess is that Mr. Deputy’s return to the courthouse to revise the search warrant was calculated to give him plausible deniability, as he would not be on the premises when the dirty work was done. Obviously, the raid had nothing to do with some obscure law that we might have broken, but it was a death blow aimed at the company, as well as an espionage exercise to see what we were up to. I am pretty confident that the global elite were the ultimate recipients of those stolen documents. When I discovered what the deputies had done, for the first time in my adult life, I harbored violent thoughts.

Other than a few traffic tickets, most of which I did not deserve, I had never had dealings with the American legal system. In the early 70s, there was a story in the local newspaper that an FBI investigation had determined that the city of Ventura had the most corrupt police department in the USA. I was only 12 or so and did not know what to make of that. Maybe it got cleaned up, for all I knew.

But after the raid, my father told me some of what he knew. I guess it was sort of the thing that you didn’t advertise to people around you. When I was six and seven, one of our neighbors was a poor rural white (redneck, hillbilly, Okie, etc.) from Bakersfield, and he knew quite a few sheriff’s deputies in Ventura County. A number had furniture and appliances that were quite expensive, far exceeding their station in life. Our neighbor was told that the fancy furniture and appliances were stolen during search raids of the affluent. It seemed to be standard practice in Ventura County. In that light, what they did in the raid was not that unusual.

I grew up in a bowling alley at Wagon Wheel Junction, which Martin Smith built. Smith also built nearby “high rises,” which were only 16 floors or so, but they were the only buildings like them in Ventura County. My father eventually told me that Smith was a gangster and that people who crossed him disappeared. I was not told these things while growing up, but I soon learned that Ventura County has a reputation for being one of the most corrupt counties in the USA. That was one heck of a time to begin learning that.

Dennis grew up a migrant farmworker and is a literalist Christian today partly because of it. Our first Greatest Energy Show on Earth, where Dennis announced his Declaration of Energy Independence, in the same building where the Boston Tea Party was planned, reflected Dennis’s nationalistic ideals. Dennis’s approach attracted right wingers, and soon we were deluged with right-wing literature. I have outlined my media journey, of daily newspapers and how I began questioning my indoctrination after college. My father was also a right winger.

The right-wing literature I saw was generally conspiracist in its orientation, and I began reading plenty about elite groups such as the Bilderbergers, Illuminati, Council on Foreign Relations, and the machinations of the Rockefellers and Rothschilds. It was all new to me, and I was not quite sure what to make of it. I collected a bit of it in a folder in my desk that I labeled “seditious literature,” and it was seized in the raid, along with everything else in my office.

After the raid, Dennis had a member of a paralegal group come down from Montana, which specialized in suing the government for civil-rights violations. The deputies had definitely violated our civil rights with their thievery. That member of the group helped us file individual lawsuits against the sheriff’s deputies for violating our civil rights. I believe that all of the prominent members of our organization filed individual lawsuits. When we filed them, the founder of that paralegal group came down to talk to us, and it was the first such presentation that I ever heard. He told the story of his organization. It was definitely right-wing Christian, as is common in Montana, but he talked about what they had been through. Homeschoolers in their organization had been murdered. They lived in a compound, and they also had a church in town.

That founder described one Sunday when the whole organization attended their Sunday morning service at their church, and when they returned home they found that their compound had been set on fire and bulldozed. The Waco massacre was similar in ways. That was the second burned-down-and-bulldozed story that I had heard in only a few weeks. It seemed to be a go-to move back then. The founder then made the statement that the American Constitution was intended to limit the powers of government, and that was really all that they were doing. I found myself highly sympathetic, and there’s nothing like being attacked by the government to appreciate that the powers of government should be limited. I have had a soft spot for right wingers ever since, but I also eventually realize how limited their perspectives were.

I have a hillbilly/redneck branch of my family, and I was around them a lot while growing up (they lived in nearby Bakersfield and Oregon). None of them from my generation graduated from high school. The boys all went to prison and the girls were pregnant by age 15. Even in my home, I heard the N-word every day, left home as kind of a rube, and it took years to put it behind me. I now realize that that was really a window into the agrarian Epoch, which I call the Third Epoch. Dennis, Wayne, and my father grew up on farms, all became soldiers, and there is a charming honesty that can be found among farmers. Farmers historically made the best soldiers because the rigors of farm life suited them to military campaigns.

The day that I met Dennis, he was just a businessman, but after I became his partner and we started putting on greatest energy shows, nationalism and religion figured prominently. I am not into nationalism or organized religion, but I can appreciate their allure. I also eventually realize that those are the primary population-management ideologies in the United States, along with capitalism. Dennis appealed to all three of them, and that is partly why I no longer work with Dennis. I doubt that those approaches will work, not for bringing free energy to the world.

Dennis tied into a right-wing network that mounted a phone-call campaign after the raid. The sheriff’s department received thousands of phone calls that expressed their dismay over the raid. I’m not sure what good it did, other than further inspire Mr. Deputy and friends to take us out.

My nightmare had begun.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

I discovered that Michael Parenti died on Saturday. I wrote about Parenti less than two weeks ago, while discussing his disagreements with Noam Chomsky. Ed Herman, Howard Zinn, Chomsky, and Parenti were my giants of the left. I interacted with Zinn, Herman, and Chomsky, and considered them my uncles, as I learned at their scholarly feet. Ed even signed an email or two to me as “Uncle Ed,” to my eternal amusement. A decade ago, I sent an email to “Uncle Mike,” but I did not hear back. I think that he was into his dementia years by then. His passing is one more marker of the end of an era, which will be complete when Noam dies.

I first read Parenti’s work in Lies of our Times, which Ed edited and Noam contributed to. I eventually read several of Parenti’s books. His book on the dismantling of Yugoslavia was a devastating read. Because I know that JFK was taken out in a conspiracy, Parenti’s writings on the JFK hit (1, 2) stood out amongst virtually the entire left. Ed was also OK with a conspiracy, but those two were about it on the left that I ever saw (and Sam Husseini, who tries to bridge the left/right gap).

I am only somewhat familiar with Parenti’s analytics on communism/socialism/fascism/capitalism, and here is a nice review of his book on those topics. As I have stated plenty before, Fuller had the best take on politics that I saw, as all political stripes were primarily about slicing up the loaf of scarcity. I recently wrote on the limits of politics. The only solution is abundance, and as can be seen in that review article, Marx and Engels knew that socialism could only work in a world of abundance. I have long written that Marx wrote before there was a science of energy, and that if he was alive today, his work might resemble mine, less the coercion, which is a product of scarcity and the brutality of the times that he lived in.

With my Epochal framework, I see the past 300 years as transitional to the Fourth (AKA industrial) Epoch, and all the ways of slicing up the loaf of scarcity are just coming to grips with the dramatic changes of industrialization. The arrival of free energy makes it all moot, and I think that Marx would have understood that. It is too bad that the left can’t really wrap its mind around free energy. Yesterday, I watched an interview with Steven Greer, and for all of his limitations, he covers vital territory that the left can’t touch, including the members of my Mount Rushmore of the American left.

RIP, Uncle Mike. You are missed.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

In 1990, as I was beginning my media studies, I subscribed to the Christic Institute’s newsletter. In my recent eulogy post on Michael Parenti, I linked to an interview video of Steven Greer. I found myself thinking of an interview that I read in 2017 with Daniel Sheehan, who founded the Christic Institute. Sheehan’s story of how he was drawn into the UFO issue is unique, as Jimmy Carter tried to gain access to the Vatican’s UFO archives, which ended with Sheehan’s amazing encounter with Project Bluebook’s classified evidence, in which he saw the Air Force’s recovery of a crashed alien craft.

I then listened to Sheehan’s Coast to Coast AM interview from last year. I knew that the Christic Institute lawsuit that put it out of business had the JFK assassination as one of its lines of argument and evidence. The lawsuit’s plaintiff thought that Sheehan threw his net too widely in his case, but I never pursued Sheehan’s JFK angle until I heard him talk about it just before beginning this post. Sheehan confirms Gary Wean’s story and then some.

As my readers know, Gary heard from Senator John Tower three weeks after the JFK assassination that Lee Harvey Oswald was a military-intelligence operative whom E. Howard Hunt recruited into an operation to stage a fake assassination attempt on JFK and frame Fidel Castro for it, to justify an invasion of Cuba. Operation Northwoods was declassified ten years after Gary published his book, which included his Tower conversation. Northwoods was the Joint Chiefs of Staff’s plan to stage fake terror incidents in the USA and frame Fidel Castro for them, to justify an invasion of Cuba. Gary’s account and the Operation Northwoods document even have some of the identical language, which should remove all reasonable doubt about Gary’s story.

The story that I heard Sheehan tell on Coast to Coast AM is also almost identical to Gary’s story, with some interesting differences, and it is worth discussing them.

In the end, Sheehan’s account agrees with my take on the issue as far as why JFK was killed. He was trying to end the Cold War and was particularly inspired by the near-holocaust of the Cuban Missile Crisis. JFK’s proposed joint mission to the Moon with the Soviet Union was intended as a huge step in ending the Cold War, and the ET issue may figure prominently in it, as Hunt told the original Watergate attorney. Sheehan mentioned that Watergate was related to the JFK hit, and Hunt is the key common denominator between them. I have heard those kinds of allegations over the years and I thought that they might well be true. Sheehan confirmed them.

I also watched a 2020 discussion between Greer and Sheehan in which Sheehan discussed George Bush the First and Jimmy Carter. Bush was head of the CIA when Carter became president, and he rebuffed Carter’s attempt to get the CIA’s files on UFOs. Bush offered to never run for public office again if he could run the CIA for the rest of his career.

Sheehan’s account is the first that I have seen other than Gary’s reporting that Oswald was part of a false-flag operation. Oswald was as surprised as anybody when JFK was really murdered. In Gary’s account of the JFK hit, Tower said that Oswald was just supposed to fire some shots in the air, go into hiding, and let the false trail to Cuba do the rest. Sheehan said that Oswald really did make a shot, which produced the so-called Tague fragment, which forced the Warren Commission to concoct the ludicrous Magic Bullet theory. Sheehan said that when Oswald made his shot, he was shocked at the other shots that killed JFK. That contradicts various evidence that Oswald was in the book depository’s lunchroom when JFK was shot or he was standing outside the building. This kind of conflicting evidence is common around JFK’s assassination. I think that some of it is innocent, such as somebody did not quite recollect the events perfectly. If Oswald really shot one or three shots from the book depository, never intending to hit JFK, that agrees with Gary’s account. JFK was hit by at least three bullets: back, throat, and head, but Sheehan only mentioned two (he probably just misspoke, and John Connally was also hit by at least one bullet).

Tower said that Oswald would have never shot a policeman. Gary thought that Oswald was supposed to be killed before he could be captured, to essentially close the loop and prevent any investigation. Gary thought that Jack Ruby was supposed to do it, but Sheehan said that Dallas policeman J.D. Tippitt was supposed to do it, and that Oswald killed Tippit to escape. Gary said that Bill Decker was confident that Dallas policemen were not involved in assassination, but the Roscoe White photo sure casts some doubt on that.

Sheehan’s take, like Gary’s reporting, was that Oswald was involved in a false-flag operation to frame Castro to justify an invasion of Cuba. Sheehan also named Hunt. Sheehan’s story is very close to Gary’s. Who wants to argue that Oswald was the lone assassin?

I doubt that Sheehan would have a problem with Gary’s encounters with Ruby in the 1940s, but I don’t know what he might have to say about Mickey Cohen and Menachem Begin’s plan to use Marilyn Monroe as part of an intelligence and blackmail scheme on JFK, and how Israel might have had some involvement in the JFK hit.

Sheehan also named Allen Dulles as an architect of the assassination, which agrees with Rodney Stich’s reporting of the wiretap on J. Edgar Hoover’s phone. Dulles’s job at the Warren Commission was to cover up the CIA’s involvement with Oswald. According to Gary, Prescott Bush, George Bush the First’s father, was involved in the fake assassination attempt, and according to Stich, George Bush the First was involved in the real assassination. It is also well known that Bush the First was involved in the Bay of Pigs operation, which Hunt ran.

I think that JFK’s murder was Dwight Eisenhower’s warning when he left office about the military-industrial complex come to pass, and that all presidents since then were puppets. I doubt that Sheehan has much doubt about the global elite, which used a CIA official as an errand boy with my partner Dennis Lee to deliver their $1 billion offer to fold our operation, before they stopped playing nicely.

In closing, listening to Sheehan was kind of amazing and it is just more confirmation of Gary’s testimony, while the mainstream and even most JFK-assassination researchers ignore or dismiss it. When will Gary’s testimony receive the attention that it deserves?

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

This post will cover the time from the raid’s aftermath to Dennis Lee’s arrest with a $1 million bail a few weeks after he declined the CIA’s $1 billion offer to fold the operation.

In my prior post on this thread, I mentioned the phone campaign to complain to the sheriff’s department. That pretty much guaranteed what happened next with me and Mr. Deputy. I called him to see about getting the copies that he promised. He cited the thousands of phone calls coming into the sheriff’s department and made an excuse that their photocopier was broken. He then refused to provide any copies and he said that I was lucky that he did not also seize all of our computers, which at least had the customer information.

I’m not sure what the analogy might be, but imagine being an auto mechanic and the police seized all of your tools. It would be hard to stay in business. All of my records were gone. When I began working for Dennis in Seattle two years earlier, I reconstructed the company’s records from the source documents: contracts, checks, invoices, and the like. Now, all of my source documents were gone.

Dennis knew that a death blow had been aimed at our company and they weren’t finished. He revived his United Community Services company from the previous decade and put it in his wife Alison’s name. We also got educated on the civil law that we were raided under, the one that we had not filed the one-page form for and paid $50. Until then, that was our “crime.” That law provided for a “cure” for inadvertent violations of the law, which included offering refunds to our customers. So Dennis began his “Cure Tour” and only a few people took us up on the refund. Among the right-wing crowd, the raid gave us more credibility, not less. It was almost a badge of honor to be raided in that milieu.

We eventually saw Mr. Deputy’s investigative report on how he got on the case. A man from one of our Saturday shows contacted him and he said that we seemed to drug him with coffee and donuts. He didn’t buy anything, so he wasn’t a complaining customer. But that laughable situation was what got Mr. Deputy hot on the trail of his career-making case.

After the raid, I no longer walked between our buildings, but ran. It was involuntary. I was working 70-hour weeks. Wayne the professor came one evening to help me out. In the evening, I would arrange the pile of papers on my desk into the tasks for the next day. Wayne was amazed at what I was dealing with. By 10 AM the next morning, the stacks were trashed from the frenzy of activity. Each evening, I would then organize for the next day’s mayhem. My drinking problems probably accelerated. After about six weeks of that I began going into a general physical collapse from the stress. I had dark circles under my eyes, and my youngest brother, who worked for us in shipping at the time, later said that I looked like a raccoon. I am weeping as I write this, just remembering those days.

And many people decided that it was their chance to attack us. One kit buyer in Los Angeles set up a rival network. Without our knowledge, that family in Boston sold him one of their systems and their salesman son came out to install it. Dennis asked for some panels from them months earlier, but they pled that they did not have any to spare. But they were happy to sell the system and install it to a man trying to set up a rival network in our backyard. After we found out about it, that son came to our office and begged forgiveness. He did not get much sympathy from me, and that was the last time that I saw him. We were their only chance to bail out their fortunes, they fought Dennis all the way in Boston, as he tried to rescue them, and they helped a man who was trying to steal our business as we were under attack.

Victor Fischer was only with us for two weeks when the raid happened. He began becoming disruptive. One weekend when I was out of town, I came back being dragged into a meeting in Fisher’s hotel room on a Sunday afternoon, attended by Wayne, Mr. Researcher, and some others. Fisher called the meeting to basically make a sales pitch for an accounting system that he sold, saying that if we started selling his systems, we had to keep track of them. That was literally the last thing that we needed. That was years away at best. I told the assembly that it was not a concern and went home. The next morning Alison berated me for that meeting. I hardly knew what to say. I had a conversation with Dennis, and Dennis began paying Fischer to stay away from the company.

Dennis was traveling on his “Cure Tour” and the like, scrambling to avoid the next death blow, and one day I got a call at home from Bob the inventor from Seattle. I had not talked to him since he yelled at me in Boston, and we shrugged off his extortion demand from a few months earlier. He called me to say that Dennis was fleeing the area and that I would never see him again. It was a bizarre phone call, and I don’t know what his motive was other than trying to scare me. Dennis and I had already been through a lot together and I knew who he was. Bob sure didn’t. I felt badly for what happened to Bob in Seattle, but really, all that happened was that Bob’s gravy train ended in Seattle. Bob was not directly hurt. Dennis salvaged nearly all of his equipment, which sat in Stan the engineer’s barn, and Bob could have easily continued what he was doing before he met Dennis. But Bob was 65 and his inventing days were over. He really didn’t have anything to complain about, or at least not to us. We were not really promoting his heat-storage technology, especially when we were pursuing free energy and promoting the world’s best heating system.

People were tearing at us from all sides. I previously described what I call an inside-outside job. In Seattle, Betsy from the attorney general’s office and Bill Delp, the hit man from the Bonneville Power Administration, joined up to try to put the Seattle company out of business while Dennis was out of town. Ken Hodgell was a kit buyer who looked and acted like Mr. Rogers. He was a Mormon who was once the largest potato grower on Earth. In Dennis’s scrambling, he decided to decentralize the organization, so that if we were wiped out in Ventura the organization would survive. Dennis created ten national regions and held tryouts near the LA airport. Ken’s presentation was so slick that Alison led a round of applause after he finished, which was the only applause that any aspirant got. Ken was a contract agent like Bill Delp was, which became obvious to Dennis. When he was alone with Dennis, he disparaged and attacked him, but publicly did his loyal Mr. Rogers act. Ken was very good at what he did.

The sheriff’s deputies, for their part, used the information they gathered in the raid to call our customers. We had several hundred by then and they worked through the list in alphabetical order. It was similar to what Betsy did in Seattle. When Dennis did his settlement in Seattle, part of the agreement was to give a list of the customers that had been installed. Those customers had free systems on their homes and surely had nothing to complain about. But the attorney general’s office called all of the customers, asking them very leading questions, as they he tried to manufacture victims. Manufacturing victims from people who got their systems for free was not easy, but it underscored the evil nature of what the attorney general was doing.

The sheriff’s deputies did the same thing. They called all of our customers and tried to make them feel like victims. Because Dennis attracted right wingers, they were hip to what was happening. Almost none of them lived near Ventura, so they were not really subjected to having their homes raided by Ventura County officials. Some of them told the deputies where they could stick their investigation. For kit buyers who were not swayed by the deputies (virtually none were), the deputies then began threatening them, calling them accessories to the crime. It was Orwellian. Even the sheriff himself began making those calls to our customers.

But I also had some strange compensation in those days, which I could tell were my otherworldly “friends” at work. At the end of February 1988 I became romantically involved with the woman who became my wife, just as I began physically collapsing from the stress. We got married two years later. Getting involved with her during my life’s worst year was strange compensation for my journey. Our relationship went through the wringer that year, but if it could survive that, it could survive almost anything. It is never easy being married to a man like me, who is on a mission.

After my future wife and I had been together for a few weeks, Wayne took me out to Santa Cruz Island for the weekend. It is the only time that I have ever been in a helicopter. It was a fairy tale interlude in my nightmare.

By April, I was shaking from the stress and I asked Dennis if I could have the summer off to try to recover. I planned to spend the summer hiking in the Cascades with my cousin. So I gradually tailed off my involvement and Dennis hired my replacement.

We were still a mecca after the raid, and maybe an even more prominent one. During those days I talked with people more who came to our office. My alternative-medicine journey is a little fuzzy to me, as far as what I learned before I began my days of study in 1990. But I think I knew something about alternative cancer treatments by then, and one day I talked to a couple of elderly gentlemen from Eastern Europe. I mentioned that alternative doctors could be murdered, and they replied that they were at a conference where Max Gerson was poisoned. In my days of study, I read about Gerson’s poisonings. I later heard from Brian O’Leary that the medical racketeers are more vicious than the energy racketeers. My guess is because the pockets are the deepest in the energy racket. The energy racketeers at least brandish increasingly larger carrots before they use their big sticks, but the medical racketeers usually go straight to the stick.

I remember having a conversation with a minister from New Zealand who he said that no nation on Earth was free of the kind of skullduggery that we were experiencing. That became clearer to me over the years, and many times people have suggested to me what nation we could go to in order to avoid organized oppression. Sorry, but there is no place on Earth to run and hide. A successful effort will have to operate in the light of day.

Another man from Europe was a Constitutionalist who challenged the IRS’s ability to levy and collect taxes, as only Congress is empowered to do that, according to the Constitution. He won his case.

Those are more of the stories that come to mind as I think about those days. We were in good company.

By May I was leaving the operation, coming in sporadically, and visiting my friends in the LA area, as I had done two years earlier on the way to Boston.

As with Dennis’s not telling me that my investors got a 96% discount over the investor who backed out in Boston, or telling me why we moved to Ventura, some events happened in May and June that I did not find out about until I read it in one of Dennis’s books several years later. In May, some bankers in Chicago contacted Dennis and asked him to come out to meet. Dennis went out there, and the main event was his meeting with a CIA official. The CIA man said that he represented European interests who were prepared to offer Dennis whatever he wanted to cease his efforts. What I heard Dennis say nearly a decade later was that the offer was, “We will put a one on the check and you put the zeros on.” Dennis’s response, and this is a classic Dennis response, was to thank them for their generous offer. Dennis said he would take it, but with one more term: they would put the one on the check, Dennis would put on the zeroes, but it would go back in their pocket and be used to bring free energy to the world. They could get all the credit and glory. The CIA man was shocked and said that he was not empowered to accept such an offer.

I eventually learned that their strategy was to increase their offer by 100 times, and we got the $10 million offer the year before. I heard of that many years earlier with Arab sheiks. Also, others had been dangled $1 billion and more (Stan Meyer, Steven Greer), and at $100 billion in buyouts by then, Dennis was certainly a 1% problem. My piece would have been worth at least $50 million, but neither Dennis nor I were into selling our souls. I can understand why Dennis never told me about it.

Two weeks after that meeting, Dennis got a call from that CIA man who said he would be in town and wanted to have dinner. During the dinner the CIA man did not bring up the offer at all. I have come to believe that he was likely arranging for Dennis’s treatment in a couple of weeks.

In late June, just before I left for Seattle, Alison called me and said that Dennis had been arrested. Dennis lived only a few blocks from the sheriff’s department and the jail, and they could have arrested him at any time at home or at our nearby office. But Mr. Deputy orchestrated a spectacular arrest and media splash in Los Angeles and capped it off with a $1 million bail, as if he had arrested the criminal of the century. It was all high theater.

I was still heading out of town to try to get well, but I went to the first hearing after Dennis’s arrest. A $1 million bail was higher than that of any other inmate in the county, by far. Alison and Dennis had secured the services of a local attorney who had a reputation of standing up to the officials, but it eventually became clear that he was in on it, either intimidated or enticed to not give Dennis a very good defense.

That first hearing I believe was the second time that I was ever in an active courtroom (the first was watching the fight over the carcass of Dennis’s Seattle company). That is when I first saw the woman that I refer to as Ms. Prosecutor. That hearing’s topic was the astronomical bail. Even in Ventura County they could not make a $1 million bail stick for a civil-law violation, so Mr. Deputy concocted some fraud charges, which we will eventually see were fraudulent in of themselves.

When it was Ms. Prosecutor’s turn to speak, she told several blatant lies within one minute. She was almost shrieking hysterically, as if Dennis was a mass murderer who should never be released.

It was stunning to hear her lie like that, but it was more of my education on how the world really works. The judge reduced the bail to “only” $750,000, but Mr. Deputy, Ms. Prosecutor, and other corrupt officials were going to do their best to see that Dennis never saw this side of the bars again.

Immediately after that spectacle, I drove to Seattle to try to get well.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

This post will cover the time between Dennis Lee’s arrest and my testimony at the preliminary hearing, which was the turning point of my life. As I mentioned in the previous post, I had to leave Ventura to try to recover. As soon as I got to Seattle I did a backpack with my cousin, where we sneaked into the Pasayten Wilderness from Canada, to cut off trail miles. That kind of trip is likely impossible today, with all of the border vigilance. It was in ways a replay of my 1983 backpack where I first blew out my knee. I could not just sit at a desk for a year and then perform a 40-mile backpack, at least robustly. I hyperextended both knees on that trip, but I took it easy and quickly recovered. After a month of hiking I was feeling pretty good, and between trips I would call my future wife. Dennis’s wife Alison was desperately trying to raise Dennis’s bail, and my wife generously offered to put up her house as bail collateral. She said she missed me and wanted me to come back down to Ventura.

Two years earlier, I had put most of my worldly possessions in my grandmother’s basement in Bellingham before I chased Dennis out to Boston. It was time to retrieve them. Once again, I fitted a U-Haul trailer to my Pinto station wagon and loaded it up. In late July I drove down, pretty much straight through, but I slept in my car near Bakersfield that first day. In the morning, I was driving into Ventura.

As I drove into Ventura, I decided to stop by the office on the way home and proceeded to have one of my lifetime’s greatest awakening moments. That takes a little background to understand.

When that Amway tycoon came by our office in Boston, sniffing for opportunities, a man named Stu (AKA Mr. Stooge) brought him. Stu was about ten years older than me, and was a clean-cut Amway type. When we got going in Ventura, Stu and his wife came to work for us, with another Amway sidekick. They were in Ventura when the raid happened. I had been Dennis’s heir apparent since the Boston days. When Dennis began scrambling, one of his meetings was in Utah, as I recall, and he had Mr. Researcher and I attend it. Dennis had me speak at it, on how to scramble to avoid the death blows by the authorities. When I finished, Stu initiated a standing ovation for me.

The day that I met Dennis, he got a standing ovation. Many of those people who gave him the standing ovation cheered less than three months later when his company was stolen. I had already learned the lessons of standing ovations: they mean nothing. That Stu led that standing ovation became telling. When I began my physical collapse and asked Dennis for the summer off, Stu asked Dennis to be my replacement as Dennis’s heir apparent. Dennis replied that I was a Boy Scout and Stu wasn’t. Dennis said that Stu did not have what it took to take over one day. I did not learn that until I read it one of Dennis’s books, as usual.

When I rolled up to our business with my trailer in tow, our offices seemed deserted, as there were almost no cars in the parking lot. But in front of our buildings stood Stan (AKA Mr. Engineer), Ken Hodgell, and Stu. They all came up to my car, rather enthusiastically, and all shook my hand, although Ken seemed a little sheepish as he did so. I had no idea what was happening, and Stan then said that he and Mr. Researcher were going to go work for Ken and Stu. In a nanosecond, I smelled a rat, but I tried to hide my reaction. At that instant, I knew that Ken and Stu were going to try to steal the company. I had seen that movie too many times already, and so had Stan. I refused to believe that Mr. Researcher was thinking of working for them.

I drove home, unloaded and returned the trailer, and went see Wayne (AKA Mr. Professor) at his home. When I came into his home, Wayne asked me one of the most heartbreaking questions that I ever received. He asked me if I thought the Dennis was a good man. Even though all that I had seen was that greeting with Stan, Stu, and Ken, I knew what was happening and spent the next hour telling Wayne what I thought was happening. I was right about all of it. When I finished, Wayne said that he wanted to hear what I had to say, but that he had already decided to support Dennis.

I then went over to Mr. Researcher’s home, again refusing to believe that he could be naïve enough to sign up with those cutthroats. I knew that Stan was in it for the money, so I was not terribly surprised that Stan would do that. But I could not believe that Mr. Researcher would do that. At his home, I asked if he was really planning to go work for Ken and Stu. When he said yes, I was dismayed, said that they were “slime,” and that he would get very hurt if he worked for them. He scoffed at my warning. He and Stan were like five-year-old boys who jumped into a stranger’s car for the promise of candy. I left his house shocked and fearful for his safety. He was in way over his head.

I then went to see Alison and heard what had happened. Ken was making his play to steal our company. The reason why Ken, Stu, and Stan were in the parking lot of the company is that literally a few minutes before my arrival, Ken walked through our buildings, announcing that he had just come from a meeting with Mr. Deputy, and that anybody who still worked at the company would be considered accomplices to Dennis’s “crimes.” The employees stampeded out of the facilities and they never reopened.

Alison was desperately trying to keep the operation going. She needed to complete some tasks and asked me to babysit her daughters at their home. For a month, Alison had told her daughters that Dennis was on a business trip. When at their home (where I had lived for a few months), the phone rang. They had no answering machine, as they were just beginning to become popular then. I answered the phone. I did not know the caller, but he seemed to know Dennis and Allison well. He asked me what was happening, and I told him that Dennis had been arrested a month earlier. He then said that Ventura County was the most corrupt county in the USA. By that time, I did not doubt it, but I had never heard Ventura County described that way before. In the years since then, I have seen Ventura County repeatedly make the list of most corrupt counties in the USA, and even number one. Again, I was not told that while growing up.

The man said that “hell raisers” like Dennis were the safest in downtown Manhattan or at the White House’s front gates, not in the hinterlands. I had never heard that said before, and Seattle was no hinterland, at least in my mind. Maybe the East Coast saw it that way. But I understood that Ventura was a hinterland. After a few minutes the call ended and Alison’s daughters walked into the room with eyes as big as saucers, saying “Dad is in jail?” I felt about one-inch tall when they said that. I had forgotten that they were in the house and did not know the truth about Dennis’s absence on that call. When Alison returned, I confessed my mistake and she said that it was time to tell them, anyway. Many years later, I asked Dennis’s eldest daughter, who was eight at the time about that call, if she remembered that event, and she didn’t.

Alison then took me over to the office, to show me work that she wanted done in her coming absence, as she and Dennis’s most trustworthy salesman, who was a minister with a degree in physics, were going to fly to Colorado and try to give the company to a billionaire. Alison left for a few minutes in her family van, while I sat in Dennis’s office awaiting her return. I could see the front door of our building through the windows in Dennis’s office. Alison came screeching into the parking lot and ran into the building. She didn’t even bother to take her keys out of the ignition. A car followed her into the parking lot and somebody I had never seen before got out, opened the door to Alison’s van, and stole her keys. He turned out to be a man that they were training to be an installer, and he was owed a week’s wages, of about $500. He ransomed her keys for his wages. That was just the beginning of it.

By that time, we had several Apple Macintosh computers in the office. As I recall, Alison was going to have me do something with the customer list as well as other clerical tasks. I would perform them the next day while she was gone.

The next morning, I went to the office to do those tasks. When I went to where one of the computers had been the previous day, it wasn’t there. I was confused. I began walking through the buildings, and all of our computers were gone. It was bewildering. I couldn’t do the work. When Alison returned, I said that I could not find the computers. Maybe I was losing my mind, but where I thought the computers were, I couldn’t find them. We soon discovered what had happened.

Just as a rocket took off in Ventura, we hired a woman for a clerical role. She seemed nice enough and left us after only a couple of months, to move to Montana, as I recall. She returned a few months later with a new boyfriend in tow. We welcomed her back and even hired her boyfriend. He ran the customer service department.

What I have not discussed yet is that soon after becoming Dennis’s partner, he asked if the company could use my American Express card. For more than a year, company expenses were charged to my card. We paid the bill each month, but by the time that Dennis was arrested, my card was in arrears. Before I left for Seattle, I asked Alison to pay my card off. But she was desperate to keep the doors open and didn’t.

While she did not pay off my credit card, she kept paying the employees their wages. I could see where that was going. When Ken closed the company, those employees were owed one week of wages. Alison asked for the keys to the buildings from that woman’s boyfriend, and he refused to hand them over. That evening, when Alison left for Colorado, he and his girlfriend used their keys to enter our facilities. They stole all of our computers. I suppose that they felt entitled, for the week of wages that they were owed. They also stole far more than that. I remember an electric typewriter that we rented, as well as other office equipment. They stole all of that, too, but their coup de grâce was stealing all of our customer service files, which amounted to thousands of pages, and delivering them to the sheriff’s department. I earlier mentioned not only the criminality and dishonesty of Ventura County’s officials, but their incompetence and even stupidity. The sheriff’s deputies entered the stolen documents into evidence instead of returning them to us. That was one of their innumerable crimes, but they may have been too stupid to realize it, as will be seen later.

That cameraman who got the scoop of his career when he recorded the raid stole several thousand dollars of recording equipment on the way out of town, as what he thought he was owed for his week of wages. When Dennis was arrested, that cameraman literally had nothing to do and Alison asked him to leave the company, which he refused to do. Dennis later told me that to his credit, the cameraman interested CBS News in our case for a brief moment. Maybe he “earned” his theft, but he showed up for many years afterward to attack people who promoted Dennis’s efforts. I ran into his work many years later, which will come later.

Alison asked the machinist to sell the machine-shop equipment. He got $5,000 for it, pocketed it, and skipped town. I am likely missing other instances of theft by people in the operation as the company collapsed. It made what happened in Seattle pale by comparison.

When Dennis’s case went to trial, Alison was able to copy the discovery evidence, which she (Wayne, really) had to pay a lot for, and a substantial portion of the discovery evidence was those stolen customer service files. But those were not the only stolen documents in the discovery evidence. The irony of paying to copy documents stolen from us was rich. One memorandum by Mr. Deputy’s sidekick amazed the attorney that my money later hired. One relatively new employee, who was there when I left, was part of the stampede of employees who got on their knees in front of Mr. Deputy, begging for his mercy. That employee talked to Mr. Deputy’s sidekick on the case. She volunteered that she could steal a list of dealers for each state from Alison’s desk if they wanted her to. Mr. Sidekick told her that he could not order her to steal the customer list, instead of telling her that theft is a crime. The attorney that my money eventually hired got IRS personnel sent to prison for that exact crime. Encouraging people to steal for the prosecution is a crime, a felony, I believe.

While making this series, I saw an article on Ventura County’s corruption, and I was not even looking for it. When the deputies raided us, Mr. Deputy was a sergeant and his sidekick was a lower rank. Within a couple of weeks of Dennis’s arrest, Mr. Deputy was promoted to lieutenant and his sidekick was promoted to sergeant. Mr. Deputy was Ventura’s fair-haired boy, promoted to lieutenant as one of the youngest, if not the youngest, ever for Ventura County. Not only that, he was given an award for performing the most difficult investigation in department history. Not only that, he was promoted to be in charge of the jail so that he could see to the comfort of his career-making catch. Promotions all around, smoking cigars, as Mr. Deputy played King Rat, with a stream of frightened ex-employees begging for his mercy. He threatened anybody who thought of supporting Dennis.

As dismaying as it all was, the most unbelievable part for me was Mr. Researcher’s behavior. I had known him for many years and brought him into the operation. Not only did he scoff at my warnings about Ken and Stu, a day or two after I arrived in Ventura, he was also on his knees in Mr. Deputy’s office, begging for his mercy. He saw what they did to his office. He knew that they were gangsters, and there he was, on his knees. After his visit, he told me to go see Mr. Deputy, beg for his mercy, and distance myself from Dennis as much as possible.

I eventually heard the tape of the interrogation session, before Mr. Deputy began threatening Mr. Researcher. It was shameful and hard to believe. But Mr. Researcher also knew that we had genuinely disruptive technology and might have been able to make free energy. In order for the fraud charges to stick, Dennis had to be portrayed as a con man with no viable technologies. There was a mountain of scientific data around the heat pump. I had no idea how they could make that all vanish, but I had yet to learn how Kangaroo Court works.

The tape that we received only had the first 45 minutes of the interrogation on it. The rest of the tape they somehow “lost.” Mr. Researcher later told me what was on that lost tape. When Mr. Researcher defended Dennis’s technologies, Mr. Deputy then began yelling at him. He threatened Mr. Researcher with prosecution if he tried to defend the technologies. Mr. Researcher was terrified. When the preliminary hearing was held a few months later, Mr. Researcher went into hiding to avoid the subpoena that Dennis’s attorney tried to serve him. That comes later.

On the tape, Mr. Researcher openly scoffed about my “slime” warning about Stu and Ken, kind of laughing at me. For his part, Mr. Deputy remarked that I didn’t even create a set of books, I think as a commentary on my competence. The man who seized all of my records, and refused to give me copies of them, had the gall to say it. That is like the John Milton quote: “they who have put out the people's eyes, reproach them of their blindness.”

Ken’s operation was in Texas, and Stan drove there to work for Ken and Stu. Stan used his industry connections to make a panel order, which was a $100,000 order, so somebody had a lot of money (I think that Ken raised it from Dennis’s dealers). When Stan built Dennis’s factory in Seattle, the equipment was certified by a competitor of Underwriter Laboratories (UL) named ARL, which I think stood for American Research Laboratories. Stan had a roll of leftover ARL stickers. Stan and Dennis treated them like they were something valuable, kind of like a PR move. They were worthless, as they only related to the facility where the equipment was manufactured, but Ken and Stu did not know it. Stan carried around those stickers like they were the Holy Grail.

When Stan got to Texas, Ken soon used Stu’s relationship with Stan to obtain those ARL stickers. Less than an hour after that, Stan was fired. He somehow drove back to Ellensburg, penniless. When that happened, Mr. Researcher finally got the message. My warnings no longer seem crazy. To his credit, soon before he died in the summer of 1990, Stan told Mr. Researcher that they were a couple of “saps,” who were easily duped by the likes of Ken and Stu.

Stan was far from the only person screwed over by Ken. Everybody who signed up with Ken got screwed over, and I eventually heard the stories from Dennis after he got out of jail. Ken literally stole tens of thousands of dollars from people. As I mentioned, I later learned that Ken likely worked for the global elite as a contract agent, like Bill Delp did.

Dennis lived to try again after Seattle, and we left before the corrupt officials could attack in Boston. Ken’s job seemed to be to ensure that nothing arose from the ashes in Ventura. He screwed over anybody foolish enough to do business with him.

Victor Fischer, to his credit, smelled Ken’s play from a mile off, because he had seen that show before, too. He did not sign up with Ken, stating that Dennis made it all happen. But Victor did not help Dennis, either, as he disappeared after Dennis’s arrest. He could have helped.

But nearly everybody disappeared, got on their knees, offered to help Mr. Deputy and friends, or signed on with Ken. Only a handful of people tried to help after Dennis was arrested, and they all earned heaven points.

Early on, Dennis’s attorney approached Ms. Prosecutor and asked if something could be worked out. She made the memorable reply: “If he pleads guilty to all charges, I’ll ensure that he does not get the death penalty!” That was a level of professionalism that we were dealing with.

While Alison desperately tried to raise bail, Ken lied to and threatened anybody who could have helped. Jerry Hipple, with the nearby ranch and one of Dennis’s heat pumps that he saved $5,000 a year with, was going to put up his $600,000 ranch as bail collateral. Ken then lied to him, telling him that if Dennis was convicted, Jerry would lose his ranch. That was a Big Lie, but it worked. Mr. Deputy and Ken were effective in their inside-outside job. Ken also threatened Wayne, of course. Wayne and I were about the only people in Ventura who were not intimidated, along with that minister salesman.

The bail-bond company was also spooked by the obviously political nature of Dennis’s incarceration. They kept changing the requirements on Alison, and it became obvious that they would never issue a bail bond. Also, Ms. Prosecutor filed a motion to deny Dennis’s release even if bail was posted. She cited the precedent of a drug dealer who sold drugs to make bail. With her circular reasoning, everybody associated with Dennis was a criminal. With that logic, even Bill Gates could not have made bail.

Not only was I stuck with my American Express bill, which eventually totaled $27,000, which was more than I had ever made in a year until that time of my life, but my first college roommate, Robert, got hurt. He was one of my investors and he was a CFO for a Hollywood video tape company. We used Robert’s company to make our tapes. But we were cash and carry with him when I was there. After I stepped down, my replacement asked Robert for a line of credit. If Robert had asked me, I would have warned him against it. We were their second largest customer, so giving us a line of credit was not unusual, but his company got stuck with $20,000 of unpaid invoices. That strained our relationship.

All of that happened in the two weeks when I was there, and I went back to Seattle to hike. Just before I returned at the end of August, I had my lifetime’s most satisfying backpack, alone and fasting in spectacular country. I was way out there, and did not see a soul for days. My future wife came up to visit for a week and we had fun.

I then went home to face the music at the end of August. American Express was calling my home, and I told them that when I began working again, I would work at paying off that $27,000 balance. The callers began threatening me with forcing me into bankruptcy. They actually gave me the idea to file for bankruptcy, so I did in December. It was a very unusual bankruptcy. I had less than $1,000 of debt other than the American Express charges.

I initially tried to find work in Ventura, but at the first employment agency that I walked into worked one of our former employees. I knew that I was sunk then, but I also realized what a hinterland Ventura was. The person who interviewed me was not even familiar with that big accounting firm that I worked for in Los Angeles. I had been in the Big Time, but that interviewer did not even know what the Big Time was. So I resigned myself to contacting Los Angeles recruiters and I worked as a temp in Los Angeles while I sought permanent work.

Soon after the company closed, Wayne took in Alison and her daughters, and they lived with him and his wife for more than a year. Wayne’s adopted daughter also lived there for a time (and she worked at our company).

That autumn of 1988 was basically a wait for Dennis’s trial. I certainly could not afford an attorney, so I created my own bankruptcy petition in my spare time. In the legal system is something called a preliminary hearing, which is like a trial, but it is really about seeing whether the evidence against the defendant warrants a jury trial.

As Alison said, Dennis grows where he is planted, and while in jail, Dennis ministered to his inmates. He was in a cellblock of 35 men or so. Dennis “secretly” gave chocolate bars to new inmates that were heroin addicts, to help them with withdrawals. Dennis weighed nearly 300 pounds when he was arrested. The jail basically starved the inmates. Everybody was always hungry. As I later learned, the corruption in Ventura County pervaded all levels of government, and I am sure that the providers of food to the inmates made a fortune by starving them. Dennis had long done Biblical 40-day fasts. He fasted his first month in jail, and he gave his meals to the biggest, meanest inmates. He won friends fast, and within days Dennis had turned his cellblock from a place of fear into a dormitory atmosphere. But Mr. Deputy ran the jail and did not want Dennis to become too comfortable. After a month, Dennis was suddenly moved to a new cell block where he didn’t know anybody. That was probably illegal, but Mr. Deputy regularly acted with impunity as King Rat of the jail. Dennis started over in domesticating his cell block, and soon tamed it. Dennis’s only phone number for years was Wayne’s home, and for years afterward, Wayne got phone calls from Dennis’s former inmates, who called to thank the man who turned their lives around.

Mr. Deputy and friends tried many tricks when Dennis was in jail to break his spirit for trial, including solitary confinement, which comes later. They tried it on the wrong man. Dennis is by far the greatest human that I ever knew.

So I worked temp jobs in LA while seeking a permanent position. The irony was not lost on me. I had left Southern California twice previously, vowing to never return, and there I was, driving to LA, which I considered hell on Earth, to work, as I prepared my bankruptcy filing. Each night when I drove home, I passed by the County Center and the jail. So every day, I thought about Dennis, sitting in the jail that I drove past.

The preliminary hearing was held in November, 1988, and that month would be the most pivotal of my life, which comes next.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

This post is going to cover my day on the witness stand, which changed my life. It happened in late November, 1988. I want to provide a few anecdotes, first, to make some of this more understandable. Ventura was in the hinterland of Los Angeles, which was partly why it was arguably the most corrupt county in the USA.

I have stated before that I left home kind of as a rube. It was not solely because of my household, but my community also. I previously mentioned the Okie nature of Bakersfield, also in LA’s hinterland, but everywhere in the western USA outside of the big cities live rural whites, which go by many labels. The western USA was “settled” by people looking for free land and gold, and slaughtering the natives was a profitable pastime for them. That mentality still echoes throughout the rural West.

Within a mile of our office was a one-building law school, which is where Ms. Prosecutor became an attorney. I have an in-law who graduated from Harvard Law, and he lived in Ventura for several months. He said that the county government preferred graduates from that law school. It was a mill, designed to get students to pass the bar exam, not to get a good education. Ms. Prosecutor was a housewife before she got her law degree at that college. I previously mentioned her constant lies and lack of professionalism. I doubt that I was seeing anything very unusual. Ms. Prosecutor looked like Debra Winger in Legal Eagles, but she was anything but a polished Manhattan attorney.

In my last year at home, before I moved to the university, I was a janitor who cleaned office buildings. One of my closest friends had a father who was an attorney. He was the managing partner in a law firm, and he owned a couple of buildings, including where that law firm was. That law firm had a dozen offices or so, and I was friendly with the staff. One new attorney had recently come from the district attorney’s office. He got his law degree at Berkeley, and today he is a retired judge who is on Berkeley’s staff. He became fairly famous, but he was only a few years into his career when I knew him. In the middle of the office was the law library. This was in 1978-1979, before the electronic age, and there was a constant churn of material in the library, to keep it current. I regularly threw away books, and many of them looked really nice, on tort law and the like. That new attorney’s office was spartan, with a desk, two chairs for clients, and a largely bare bookcase behind them. One evening he asked me that when I threw books away, if I could put the more attractive ones on his bookcase. I did, and it was years before I could appreciate that. It reminds me of Jay Gatsby’s library full of uncut books. It was all for show.

Several years later, my father told me that that law firm had destroyed one of our close family friends. That friend had outlived two of his wives, and the ex-husband of the second one used his children to wage a lawsuit via that law firm to contest his ex-wife’s will. It was successful, and they cleaned out our family friend. That was a deeply dishonest thing to do.

I can’t speak for if it was normal or not, but I could have wallpapered my bedroom with the subpoenas that I received from the prosecution before I testified. Court dates kept getting changed, and I kept getting revised subpoenas. One evening, Mr. Deputy’s sidekick waited at my home to serve me as I got home. Looking back, I think that it was an attempt to intimidate me. I did not get on my knees in Mr. Deputy’s office, begging for his mercy, like Mr. Researcher and others did. The events happened so closely together that I can’t recall if Mr Researcher went into hiding before or after my testimony. It was within a day or two on either side of it. I was not going to be chased off, and I expected that they knew it.

Those kinds of events were previews of what I was in for. I had to take a day off from my temp job to testify. My future wife also took the day off from work to watch me testify.

When I got to the courthouse, Dennis’s wife Alison met me outside the courtroom. She said that she and Dennis had survived a murder attempt on their journey, as people were in their home, trying to find them to kill them. They had survived many outrages, but she said that this situation was the worst of all. She led a prayer for my testimony before I went into the courtroom.

The local newspaper had a cub reporter who covered the preliminary hearing. He was about my age. As I walked into the courtroom, high theater greeted me. Mr. Deputy was holding court with the cub reporter, with his “sensational” revelations about how he had captured the criminal of the century. As I walked into the courtroom, they were laughing, and they actually blocked my path to the witness stand. Many years later, I realized that it was intentional. It was part of Mr. Deputy’s carefully choreographed attempt to intimidate me.

I became the defense’s key witness, especially regarding the fraud charges. As soon as I was sworn in, the judge, who came out of retirement to preside over the preliminary hearing, stated that he hoped that my testimony would not take long. The prosecution paraded people onto the witness stand for a month, but the defense had to be quick about it. It was one more indicator of what kind of courtroom I was in.

The questions to me were largely about the business. Dennis and Alison had prepared about a hundred questions for me to answer, but I only answered a small fraction of them that day. Dennis’s attorney did not prepare at all, reading their questions like cue cards.

The way that the courtroom was arranged was that directly in front of me sat the prosecution and defense. As the arresting officer, Mr. Deputy sat next to Ms. Prosecutor, directly in front of me, about 20 feet away. As I earlier mentioned, Mr. Deputy was theoretically in charge of the jail, but for the entirety of the preliminary hearing he sat around the courtroom, looking like the cat who had just feasted on canaries. Mr. Deputy’s performance that day changed my life.

The courtroom was nearly empty, other than the participants. In the public seating were Alison, my future wife, Mr. Deputy’s sidekick, and the cub reporter. I think that that was it. My future wife sat in the back, Mr. Sidekick was behind Mr. Deputy, and the cub reporter was a few rows behind Mr. Sidekick.

When I answered a question, Mr. Deputy made visible reactions, and his most common one was to turn his body entirely around and hold his hand next to his mouth, and act like he was telling some sensational revelation to Mr. Sidekick. Then he would turn back to me, with a feces-eating grin on his face. He did it dozens of times. I demonstrate what he did at this point in the accompanying video. Sometimes his reactions were audible, but mostly he was my pantomiming adversary as I testified. I had a hard time believing that it was happening.

As I mentioned previously, I had almost never been in a courtroom before. I believe that it was my third time in an active courtroom and the first time as a participant. Mr. Deputy’s antics would not have lasted ten seconds in a fifth-grade classroom. Not even Dennis’s attorney complained. Many years later, I read that Dennis’s attorney had been disciplined for rolling his eyes in the courtroom. What Mr. Deputy did was orders of magnitude greater than that, and I slowly realized that I was in Kangaroo Court. The judge and Ms. Prosecutor pointedly ignored his imbecilic behavior.

Until my day of testimony, Mr. Deputy played Boy Scout to me, just doing his job. But during that day on the witness stand, a psychopath unmasked himself to me. That was the first time that I had seen a psychopath unmask himself, and it was not the last.

At the lunch break, I asked my future wife if she had noticed his antics. She hadn’t, as she was focused on me. I told her to keep an eye on him as I testified in the afternoon, and he did not disappoint her. His theatrics only escalated after lunch. On the way back into the courthouse after lunch, Mr. Deputy arranged to open the door for me and my future wife, for which I thanked him, and I now realize that that was another encounter that he carefully choreographed to intimidate me. Mr. Deputy tried it on the wrong man.

Some specific questions and my replies were memorable. The defense was in such straits that they asked me questions about thermodynamics. Mr. Prosecutor cross-examined me on that, and my answer showed that I knew a little about it. Mr. Deputy made an expression that conveyed, “Gee, the kid knows something! Give him a point.”

Ms. Prosecutor asked me whether I had heard Mr. Researcher tell Dennis that he was going too fast in his free-energy pursuit. I truthfully answered no. He may have had his misgivings, but I never saw him tell Dennis that. The defense rightfully objected, around its being hearsay, I believe. The judge overruled the defense and ordered me to answer it. I truthfully said no, and within a few seconds, the judge then reversed himself and ordered my answer stricken from the record. But in 1990, Ms. Prosecutor accused me of perjury for my truthful answer.

My most memorable reply was when Ms. Prosecutor asked me how much money we had taken in in Ventura. When I answered with $2 million, Mr. Deputy nearly jumped out of his seat as he turned around to his sidekick, and even the cub reporter openly laughed, as my future wife later told me. The next day, my $2 million reply was prominent in the cub reporter’s article the next day. His articles were just dictation from Mr. Deputy. I later learned that I was watching the third filter in Ed Herman’s Propaganda Model in action. The cub reporter was a stenographer.

I got off the witness stand a changed man. As I left the courtroom, I asked my future wife if she noticed Mr. Deputy’s behavior, and she expressed her surprise at how “unprofessional” it was. I later mentioned to Alison my shock at Mr. Deputy’s behavior, and she replied that he did it for all defense witnesses.

It was only years later that I fully realized how pivotal my day in the courtroom was. The evil nature of what was happening became clear to me. No more “I am just doing my job” excuses. This was a snuff job. When I saw Dennis last year, we discussed how grateful we were for so much of our journey, and I was appreciative of how Mr. Deputy helped teach me the meaning of evil.

As I look back at my life, my awakening process began when I was 12, when my family changed its diet from processed food to whole food to save my father’s health, which resulted in a health miracle. My first paranormal experiences at age 16 ruined me as a mainstream scientist before my career even began. When I desperately prayed for guidance at age 19 and the voice in my head suggested that I study business, it began a process of idealism and disillusionment for the next eight years. Then I made my second and so-far last desperate prayer, which landed me at Dennis’s company ten days later.

My wild ride then began, which escalated when I became Dennis’s partner less than a year later. What happened in Ventura was surreal to me, and it all happened only a few miles from where I was raised. My cognitive dissonance began building upon graduation, and my day in the courtroom shattered most of my remaining illusions. I would never see the world the same way again after that day. I had been awakened.

Best,

Wade