WADE FRAZIER : A Healed Planet

[ThePythonicCow]

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)
The only ways to validly contest Ed’s assertion are to produce statistical studies that invalidate Ed’s work or to show the flaws in his studies. I have yet to see even one of his critics pretend to do that, in anything like a credible manner. Instead, they lie outright or engage in logical fallacies and personal attacks.

Or, as a trial lawyer turned public commentator on such topics might say:

“If you have the studies on your side, pound the studies. If you have the science on your side, pound the science. If you have neither the studies nor the science on your side, pound your opponent.

Or, on second thought, to heck with all that finesse. Just pound your opponent.”

[Wade Frazier]

Yes, pounding usually works.

[ThePythonicCow]

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)
Yes, pounding usually works.

That pounding can get rather heavy handed, as you've reported in depth.

From a reply to a tweet by @darkjournalist yesterday on X:

@darkjournalist, has uncovered what he presents as a disturbing pattern linking the murders of MIT plasma physicist Nuno Loureiro (shot in December 2025) and Caltech astrophysicist Carl Grillmair (shot in February 2026) to classified aspects of the UFO file and secret plasma physics research. In his investigations—detailed in X-Series episodes like X-213 and interviews such as with Dr. Joseph Farrell—he connects Loureiro's work on magnetic reconnection, plasma turbulence, and neutron star mergers (relevant to high-energy astrophysical phenomena and fusion) to potential modeling of exotic propulsion or field effects observed in UAP encounters, while Grillmair's infrared astronomy and exoplanet atmospheric studies (including water vapor detection as a biosignature) could tie into scanning for non-human thermal signatures or anomalies.

He speculates these deaths were not random (despite official accounts of a personal grudge/acquaintance shooter for Loureiro and a carjacking suspect for Grillmair) but targeted eliminations to suppress breakthroughs that might accelerate free energy tech, challenge energy cartels, or expose compartmentalized "breakaway" programs involving reverse-engineered craft and plasma-based phenomena, framing the killings as part of a broader covert effort to control disclosure amid rising UFO file releases and political shifts in 2026.

Incredible.
12:25 AM · Mar 10, 2026

[Wade Frazier]

Thanks Paul. I asked that Dark Journalist guy if he wanted to interview me, but he was not interested. Yes, lots of untimely ends in this field!

[Bill Ryan]

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)
Thanks Paul. I asked that Dark Journalist guy if he wanted to interview me, but he was not interested. Yes, lots of untimely ends in this field!

Ask him again, and specifically say that Bill Ryan recommended you — as Brian O'Leary would certainly have, were he still alive. (And if Daniel doesn't know who Brian O'Leary is, then he's not worth talking to anyway.)

[Wade Frazier]

Thanks Bill. I'll put it on my list of things to do.

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

As I have stated, I am interspersing posts on various subjects during these oral history posts, where they seem logically relevant. I daisy-chained from media studies to Ed Herman to his friend Chris Black, and in the same email in which Ed introduced me to Chris, I was introduced to Sam Husseini.

Incidentally, that post on Chris led to many exchanges with his friends and colleagues, who reminisced about that man that they loved. I even heard from the general who was acquitted at the Rwandan tribunal through Chris’s efforts. That general admired Chris and had great gratitude for he did. Chris fervently believed that the truth would prevail, and in that instance, it incredibly did. As I noted, Chris’s heroism in Rwanda risked and likely helped shorten his life.

Consistent with the kinds of people that Ed attracted, Sam is a heroic journalist, and there are not many of those in the USA. Sam’s Palestinian father was driven from his home by Zionists in 1948. Sam’s parents immigrated to the USA in the early 1970s, when Sam was a child. Sam became an American citizen when he became an adult. Anybody who encounters Sam knows that he is highly intelligent. Sam got two degrees at the same time, in math, logic, and computation. He was a programmer and math teacher before he took up journalism.

I knew of Sam’s work when Ed died, as I had read some of it over the years, and Sam helped get Ed’s obituaries published in the New York Times and Washington Post. Sam has my eternal gratitude for that alone, but we fell out of touch after Ed’s death. We did not really kindle our friendship until Sam began writing at Substack. I have read every word of Sam’s on Substack since I read this article from 2021, related to Big Tech censorship of information that challenged the official COVID narrative, which was right down my alley.

I am not sure how “left” Sam would call himself. He is certainly no fan of the Democratic Party. Sam founded VotePact, to escape the political stranglehold of the USA’s two-party system. Sam has made a career of trying to get the most out of the First Amendment and ask questions of American officials that few other journalists will ask. In 2018, Sam was famously dragged out of a Trump-Putin press conference for planning to ask about nuclear disarmament. Sam spent the night in jail. Last year, Sam was dragged out of a State Department press conference, and the State Department’s goons gave Sam a concussion, which he is still recovering from.

Sam has highly original perspectives on events, the kind that can make people think hard. In recent years, Sam has understandably been writing almost exclusively about the genocide in Gaza. It has been heartbreaking reading. Sam has been instrumental in promoting international action to try to end the Gaza genocide, such as using the Uniting for Peace strategy at the UN. Sam recently took his show on the road to South Africa, and he has naturally been active regarding the Israeli-American war on Iran, which presents existential risks to humanity.

I write at Substack partly because of Sam, who encouraged me to write there, and I am on Sam’s blogroll, which is where hundreds of my readers came from. Sam is virtually alone on the left in spending time thinking about free energy and what it means. We’ll see if that goes anywhere.

As with Ed and Chris, my relationship with Sam is solely through email, but maybe that will change one day. Ed, Chris, and Sam were/are saints, and what an honor it has been to interact with them and learn at their feet.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

I earlier wrote about reading Ralph McGehee’s memoir of his CIA career, early in my days of study, and this post will be about Ralph and our relationship. I have written about Ralph before at Substack. Ralph was born in 1928 in Illinois, where his father supported the family as a janitor. Even though raised as a Baptist, Ralph joined Catholic Notre Dame with his football buddies, and when Ralph attended, from 1946 to 1949, Notre Dame never lost a game and won three national championships. Ralph was an award-winning offensive lineman for those teams. In his book, Ralph wrote that his most emotionally exalted moments came before the kickoff at the games. Ralph deeply drank the Kool-Aid of American nationalism and the Protestant work ethic, during those days of peak American global dominance. Ralph got a degree with honors in business administration.

After college, Ralph tried out for the Green Bay Packers, and then he was a football coach in Dayton, where I lived many years later. After a year of coaching, Ralph became a management trainee at Montgomery Ward in Chicago before the CIA recruited him in 1952. Ralph had never heard of the CIA at the time. Back then, fighting communism was the USA’s national religion. Ralph became a fervent Cold Warrior, working for the CIA to end the scourge of communism. Ralph was a prized recruit and what CIA management privately called “mesomorphs” and “gorillas,” who blindly followed their paramilitary orders. Ralph’s 143 IQ was more than adequate, but he was almost not hired because he did not quite think in the black/white terms that the CIA preferred its mesomorphs to think. Ralph was ultimately a hiring failure partly because of that. Ralph thought too much and was too decent.

When Ralph wasn’t at headquarters at Langley, he was in Asia, with stints in China, Japan, the Philippines, and then Thailand. During Ralph’s second stint in Thailand, from 1965 to 1967, he had his career’s greatest success. Building on a method that the British had used in Thailand, he devised a method of intelligence gathering to expose communist infiltration in the villages of northern Thailand. Ralph crafted a Machiavellian strategy, which was tame for the times, as anti-communist efforts included boiling suspected communists in oil. There were still casualties in Ralph’s approach, his program was wildly successful, and Ralph became a celebrated hero.

William Colby, who ran the CIA in the region, visited Ralph in the wake of his successful program. Ralph briefed Colby and remarked that his effort discovered that the CIA’s reporting on the communists, specifically that the communists got peasant support through terror, was inaccurate. Ralph’s effort revealed that the communists spent nearly all of their effort in winning peasant support, such as helping them farm. Colby was unhappy with Ralph’s findings, Ralph’s program was soon canceled, and he ended up sitting behind a meaningless desk at Langley in 1967, wondering what had just happened. Ralph had unwittingly come up with the wrong answer. The American government could no longer condemn the communists if that reality was revealed to the American public. When Ralph later watched Colby testify at the Church and Pike committee hearings, as Colby ran the CIA by that time, Ralph was highly impressed at what an accomplished liar Colby was. Even though he was an amazing liar, he seemed too honest and was soon replaced with an even better liar: George Bush the First. Colby came to an untimely end a few days after he allegedly contacted Steven Greer’s organization, to transfer exotic technology to them, the kind that my friend saw.

But Ralph was still such a gung ho Cold Warrior that he volunteered for Vietnam, which nobody sane did in 1968. By the end of 1968, only a couple of months into his stay, Ralph had finally figured it out: he was not one of the good guys. The photos of napalmed Vietnamese children” destroyed” him. In his villa, one evening, as he wept like a baby, he thought about killing himself in protest. He realized that it would be not only be a futile act, but also that the CIA would take vengeance on his family.

Ralph then devoted his life to eventually telling the world what the CIA really was and did. When he left Vietnam in 1970, he was a ruined man. He was trapped in his CIA career, and after another stint in a devastated Thailand, he spent his last years at Langley getting educated in its archives, in preparation to write his book. Ralph became one of the Langley zombies that John Stockwell wrote about. Ralph was trapped. He could not even put his CIA employment on his résumé if he tried to change careers.

Ralph kind of got lucky in that the CIA was dragged through the mud in the 1970s, with the Church and Pike Committee hearings. Ralph leapt at an early-retirement offer in 1977 and received a career achievement medal (which incompetently credited his work in Malaysia, which Ralph had never visited). Ralph spent his years after retirement writing his memoirs, and he then had to engage in an epic, two-year legal battle to get his book published in 1983. The published version is riddled with censorship deletions and the CIA even bought Ralph’s book from bookstores to limit its circulation. Ralph was one of only four CIA employees who wrote critical memoirs in the 20^th century, and one of only two to do it “legally.” The other “legal” one was the first by Victor Marchetti, who revealed the fake defector program that Oswald was almost certainly part of, and who had an informed take on the UFO issue. The others were Phil Agee and John Stockwell, who is still alive. They all had rough rides in exposing the CIA, and Ralph was the last of them, as the CIA made it virtually impossible to write critical memoirs.

Ralph wrote that the CIA was not an intelligence agency at all, but a covert-action arm of the American presidency. Ralph called the CIA an unsalvageable organization and advocated its abolition. I cannot recall if Ralph and I ever discussed the CIA’s role in JFK’s assassination. I am not sure if it would have surprised Ralph by then. I did not tell him about my relative who was a CIA contract agent who worked for Henry Kissinger, as he was still alive then.

Ralph began doing talk circuits (1) and the like to discuss his work, and I read his book in 1990, at the beginning of my days of study. I previously wrote of how I put it aside for a few weeks after reading several chapters, as it was rather dry. But its great revelations were ahead, and when I finished it in the autumn of 1990, it was one of the most influential books that I ever read.

Ralph was a Boy Scout like me, a true believer who eventually woke up through his experiences. He was a classic disillusioned idealist, like Dennis Lee was, as I became after my adventures with Dennis, and I have seen the many paths to such kinds of awakenings. I think that it takes one to know one, which is why Ralph’s book was so influential to me.

Six years after I read Ralph’s book, as I wrote my first website, I wrote a summary of Ralph’s journey. It was only a few pages long (my first site was 600 pages long), and in those innocent days of the Internet in 1996, I was easily able to contact Ralph and asked his permission to publish it. He gave it, and that was that.

The next year, my site came down with no warning, and I had no Internet presence for more than a year. But in 1998, as I began to write the essays that became my site as it stands today (my first were on Julian Simon, Columbus, and fluoride), I looked to see what of my work might have survived on the Internet. One person reproduced my entire site and other pieces survived, but I was surprised that my summary of Ralph’s journey was all over the Internet. One site that published it was run by a former spook, and the site was frequented by some big names on the left. I asked him where he got my summary from, and he replied that he thought that Ralph had. I contacted Ralph, and he confirmed that he was the one who sent my summary all over the Internet. I was not only deeply honored, but it was my first indication that I was doing justice to the topics that I wrote about.

When I discovered that my hurriedly written summary of Ralph’s journey became prominent like that, I wrote a better summary, which is largely today’s summary on my site, and Ralph was greatly moved. My friendship with Ralph began around then. Ralph ran CIABASE, which was a database of what the CIA was up to, using public-domain sources. I wrote letters to the editor in those days, which were always published, and a 1998 letter predicted something like the 9/11 terror attacks. Ralph was amazed that the Seattle Times ran my letter, and he wrote that the East Coast papers would have never published something like that.

The next year, I was in the march to forgive Third World debt, the night before martial law at the WTO meeting. On that night of martial law in Seattle, Ralph traded email with me as he watched the spectacle of tear-gassed demonstrators. That was highly unusual for its pre-9/11 time, although it is normal today.

In those years, Ralph and I communicated a lot through email, and he sent me his commentary on current events. Ralph was harassed by the CIA and friends in those days, and Ralph wrote to me about it. The goons threatened Ralph’s family, the local police were in on it, but the worst part for me was how local merchants in Ralph‘s home town of Herndon gleefully participated in harassing Ralph, to the point of bodily injury. That was another example of my 1% conspiracy and 99% complicity framework.

In 2000, Ralph turned 72 years old, and he had had enough. He decided to close down CIABASE, sell off his 1,000-volume intelligence library, and retire from his activism. I bought his issues of Lies of Our Times before I subscribed to it, and a few books, but the rest of it Ralph essentially gave to a university library, which was a good home for it. I was tempted to try to buy the whole thing, but I am glad that I didn’t. I have too many books already (3,000, but around 1,000 are on my Kindle). Ralph had to have a knee replaced, as a casualty of his football days. Ralph attended the 50^th anniversary ceremony for the members of those national championship teams, and he said that there were many canes, wheelchairs, and walkers among the attendees.

In 2001, Ralph sold his home in Herndon and moved to Florida to be closer to his family, and our correspondence tailed off, until one day in August when Ralph frantically contacted me, to put a letter from the CIA on my site, which I did. The FBI led the attack that time, and Ralph was nearly afraid to leave his home. Ralph later said that my posting up that letter reduced the FBI’s heat on him, but maybe he was being generous. A month later, the 9/11 terror attacks happened, and Ralph then just wanted to disappear. Not long after that, I had the only conversation with Ralph that I ever had, for about an hour one day, as I called him at home. Ralph said that my summary of his work was the best that he had seen, but that was nearly our last communication. Ralph dropped out of sight after that, trying to quietly live out his remaining years.

Ralph lived for nearly another 20 years, he outlived his wife, and he died in 2020 of COVID. I am happily still in touch with his family. Ralph’s granddaughter interviews him here.

I loved Ralph, and miss him. Ralph was a great man. Many case officers had, to one degree or another, the kind of awakening that Ralph did. People couldn’t make a career of doing what they did without having some kind realization of what they were really doing, even if the CIA tried to hire people who blindly followed orders. The halls at Langley were filled with zombies who drank themselves in a stupor each night and counted their days to retirement, as they had kind of figured it out, it was not what they signed up for, but they were trapped. Ralph was one of a handful who woke up and spoke out. His conscience demanded no less. There are not many like Ralph on the planet. If we are going to survive as a species, more of us have to find the kind of courage that Ralph had.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

This post will cover a subject that I have long written about and I’m too familiar with, although I wish that I wasn’t. This post will be about spooks and the global elite. Almost nobody on Earth has a balanced and informed perspective on this issue, which is part of the problem for what I do. Conspiracists often have a fixation on the issue, but usually at the level of tabloid speculation, titillation, and paranoia. The so called political left, with its fixation on structural analysis, tends to deny spooks altogether, or focuses on the bureaucratic aspects of that milieu that leave paper trails, which is only the tip of the iceberg. That is how the left denies any conspiracy behind JFK’s murder and other events, led by the likes of Noam Chomsky. So the subject can become a battle between denial and obsession.

My father had to have a top-secret clear clearance to work in Mission Control at NASA during the Space Race. Brian O’Leary had to have one to become an astronaut. I have several relatives with top-secret security clearances. I have known and encountered many people who were in Vietnam. Some were doing Special Forces work on secret and “off the books” missions, as they slaughtered people. Unless people are psychopaths, they do not kill people with clean consciences, no matter what the rationales might be. A common fate of such people is drinking themselves to death, which was the fate of my close relative who was a CIA contract agent who worked for Henry Kissinger, when Kissinger had no official role with the American government. Very few of those people have moments of truth like Ralph McGehee had.

None of this is new. We can go back to chimps with their surprise raids on their neighbors, which human hunter-gatherers also did. Moving into the agrarian Epoch of the human journey, Machiavelli wrote that more princes succumbed to ruling-class conspiracies than through warfare. Secrecy, deception, and cloak-and-dagger violence are deeply baked into human behaviors. So it is, in a world of scarcity and fear.

Global elites, who likely began their rise to global dominance with Europe’s conquest of the world, have mastered the secrecy game, so much so that the “left” denies their existence. The global elites that I refer to do not include what I call retail elites, such as Donald Trump, Bill Gates, Elon Musk, and David Rockefeller. Sitting American presidents are puppets, and Gates and Musk are nowhere near the top of the global power structure. I have heard plenty of hair-raising tales over the years, from both participants and those close to them. I generally don’t report third-hand rumors.

I have heard that the intelligence field is one of seven cartels that control the global economy, and I will not challenge the idea. But the intelligence field also serves the other cartels, and there is plenty of overlap and they all interlink at the top.

I got to see the results of spook behavior in my life and of those around me, while hearing plenty about it from people who approached our organizations. We repeatedly bore the brunt of organized suppression, which emanated from the county, state, national, and global levels. The CIA man who offered Dennis $1 billion to fold our operation was just an errand boy for the global elite, and he likely greased palms regarding Dennis’s arrest and subsequent treatment. When the sheriff’s deputies stole our technical in the raid, it likely ended up in the hands of the global elite. We had encounters with the “Black Hats” and “White Hats” all the time. So-called White Hats kidnapped my friend for their exotic technology show. The guy who hosts UFO viewings near Mount Adams got involved with free energy until the spooks came running and people died. I heard many spook tales from him.

John Perkins was taught in his economic-hit-man training that after the CIA overthrew the Iranian government in 1953, it began to privatize covert action, so as to never be accountable to the American government. The mobster/CIA line is a thin one that has often overlapped, such as Jack Ruby’s role in the JFK hit. The CIA rents out eavesdrop-proof rooms at Langley, in which one of the retail elite (whose name you have all heard) questioned one of Dennis’s associates about Dennis for hours.

While Steven Greer’s Lost Century video was good in ways, it also skirted several issues, perhaps understandably in a short presentation. All of these situations are 1% conspiracy and 99% complicity, as nearly everybody plays along. One talented provocateur, such as Bill Delp or Ken Hodgell, in the midst of 100 average people, and the provocateur prevails, as he gets everybody to slit their own throats. Watching them play people like violins, as they played their greed, fear, and naïveté, comprised some of my life’s greatest lessons.

When the spooks kill people to protect the rackets, such as poisoning Max Gerson or giving Brian O’Leary a heart attack, it is always done surreptitiously, and great care is made to make the murder attempt look like something else. They have many ways to kill people. Newcomers to the free-energy field often try to play the “sneak past them” approach, which is so foolish that it can be fatal.

I recently wrote about the Epstein issue, and I recently read an ex-Israeli intelligence official state that, via Epstein, Israel has been blackmailing Trump into his Middle East activities. Not a lot would surprise me there.

In summary, the spook world is very real, and what the public is aware of is only the tip of the iceberg. Spooks generally ruin their lives by playing that game, unless they are already psychopaths. That blood does not easily wash off. Their tactics are used across the spectrum of power structures, from inner-city gangs to the global elite. At the highest levels, their game is the most refined and sophisticated.

I know how to end all of this, but I can’t do it alone.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

I forgot to publish this in my forums yesterday.

The video of this post is here.

I do not plan to do this often, but today is the 40^th anniversary of the day that I met Dennis Lee. That evening, I walked from my grandparents’ home to watch Dennis speak in front of about a thousand people, about his plan to compete with the electric companies. I remember the exhilaration that I felt while walking back home, about what I was getting involved with. My wild ride began that day, and less than three years later, my life was ruined, but I had been awakened. I became one of those disillusioned idealists that I write about. Where does a life go?

Very ironically, this day is marked by the escalation of the latest energy war, as Israel tries to wipe out Iran’s energy production, in a conflict that is already being named World War III, which arguably began with the 9/11 terror attacks. The USA and Israel are dancing along the edge of the abyss. I have been trying to prevent this for nearly my entire life.
There is a way out of this nightmare, but I can’t do it alone. I have a plan that will work, if I can find the people for it. Time is short.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

In recent posts, I showed how I daisy-chained from buying my first issue of Lies of Our Times to my relationships with Ed Herman, Chris Black, Sam Husseini, and Ralph McGehee. I pursued many avenues of study in those days, including revisionist history, thermodynamics, spiritual/channeled, fringe science, and I will cover them all in coming posts. This will be about my early studies of the medical racket.

My awakening began at age 12, when my family changed its diet from processed food to whole food to save my father’s health, which resulted in a health miracle. I began a fasting regimen at age 17, and when Dennis Lee was in jail, I got a job at a medical lab, which a government-media alliance soon tried to put out of business, as my companies were attacked by the energy and medical rackets at the same time. As with so many areas like that, I was so ready for my days of study, as I had already had radicalizing experiences in those areas.

I began ordering books from a Canadian publishing house, and I read Christopher Bird’s book on Gaston Naessens. A few things about the book impressed me, but what really struck me was Naessens’s microscope that got “impossible” resolutions. Those resolutions led to discoveries in microbiology that remain on the fringes today. Bird’s book led me to study the work of Antoine Béchamp and Royal Rife, whose work produced similar discoveries as Naessens’s, and Rife had another “impossible” microscope. The primary upshot of their work was pleomorphic biology, in which microbiological organisms changed into different “species.” Those scientists all documented cycles in which healthy subcellular milieus became pathological. Louis Pasteur developed his germ theory of disease by arguably plagiarizing Béchamp, and his apparent theft may have sent biology marching off in the wrong direction.

I read two of Barry Lynes’s book on Rife, and in his references was a book titled Medical Dark Ages. I ordered it, which is how I met Ralph Hovnanian. Medical Dark Ages was primarily about documenting cancer treatment trials that used alternative methods. They all abandoned attack-the-tumor orthodox practices, and they virtually all had higher success rates than orthodox methods. I soon came to learn that cancer treatment in the USA is a racket, and Ralph’s book was a watershed event in my learning curve on the issue. While the trial results were impressive, what bowled me over was Ralph’s “quotation collage,” and I reproduced many of the quotes in what is the oldest part of my writings on my site today. In Medical Dark Ages I discovered that the book that saved my father’s health was banned in the USA a decade later. But that banned book’s advice forms orthodoxy’s first line of defense today. I am surprised that I lived to see that. Even orthodoxy admits that statins and bypass surgeries are worthless (which a 2019 study confirmed) treatments for circulatory disease. Ralph’s book took my studies in several new directions.

I met Ralph the next year in Chicago, just before I went to work in the trucking industry. We developed a friendship that lasted for the rest of Ralph’s life. Ralph had a brilliant, idiosyncratic mind, and I never met anybody who spun puns more spontaneously than Ralph did. I could hardly say a sentence that Ralph could not turn into a pun. Ralph got degrees at Princeton and Stanford, so he was no slouch. Ralph worked in a pharmaceutical lab, and one day at work, he joked that he could really use some drugs that day, and he was immediately fired and blackballed, which ended his career.

When I planned my 2013 Bucket-List road trip across North America, I planned to visit Ralph. His 96-year-old mother, whom Ralph lived with, said that Ralph was in the hospital when as I planning my trip, and Ralph died the day that I began my trip. He was one of two people who died before I could visit them on that trip. The other was the former president of the trucking company that I worked at.

My original medical racket essay focused more on degenerative diseases than infectious ones, but the COVID-19 pandemic was my big wakeup call on the infectious-disease racket. I suspected that all degenerative diseases had a common cause, largely because of what we put in our bodies. Several years ago, I saw the scientific explanation for the first time, at the mitochondrial level, which unites all degenerative diseases and primarily lays them all at the feet of processed food, which was no surprise.

Ralph has my eternal gratitude for being the first to really show me what a racket Western medicine has become.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

My dreams of changing the energy industry began at age 15, when my first professional mentor invented the world’s best engine for powering an automobile. A voice in my head, in response to desperate prayers, changed my studies from science to business and landed me in the midst of the greatest attempt ever made to bring alternative energy to the American marketplace, as the world’s best heating system was put on people’s homes for free in the most brilliant and benevolent business strategy that I ever heard of. When I became Dennis Lee’s partner in 1987, as we pursued free energy, I had a very good idea of free energy’s transformative potential. I gradually realized that the arrival of free energy for public use would be the biggest event in the human journey, which would permanently banish poverty, war, and environmental destruction.

The physics behind the world’s best heating system is not hard to understand, but in nearly 30 years of an almost continuous Internet presence, I have yet to have a robust discussion of the subject. Humanity seems incapable of having that discussion, much less about free-energy physics and technology (which is older than I am). Global elites wiped us out after repeated attempts to buy us out, which culminated in a billion-dollar offer from the CIA before we had the boom lowered on us, in my life’s worst year. All that the media has done is lie about those events, but so do the talking heads in the free-energy field. The explanation for this situation is likely a combination of my journey’s primary lesson, that personal integrity is the world’s scarcest commodity, and Brian O’Leary’s observation that humanity might not be a sentient species.

The mainstream is brainwashed while the right goes down rabbit holes to nowhere with often-nonsensical conspiracism, while the left is mesmerized by structural analysis to the exclusion of the idea that there is conscious manipulation of important events. Left and right have lopsided views of the issues, as they are ideologically fixated, but few people ever overcome these, and developing a comprehensive perspective is part of the process. What I call retail politics is useless for this Epochal task.

After many years of interacting with all political stripes, I finally realized how they were all ideologically committed to their stances, and evidence did not really matter much. People believe what they want to, and they will take their beliefs to their graves.

This war on Iran, which takes humanity ever closer to the abyss, is once again driving home the importance of energy. I am now seeing commentary from the right and left that is acknowledging it. I saw something similar when the USA invaded Iraq. The financial economy is largely an accounting fiction and part of the exchange game, which is meaningless in a world of abundance. In our universe, only matter and energy are real, and matter is only a form of energy, according to Big Bang cosmology and today’s orthodox physics, even though the best scientists admitted that we do not know what energy is or where it came from.

Energy has always been the primary ballgame for life on Earth and the human journey, and humanity will either meet its demise or achieve an unprecedented Epoch of abundance which will be entirely based on the energy issue. It will happen almost certainly in this century, but it could happen in my lifetime.

Witnessing the USA and Israel’s imperial behaviors, which could well lead to humanity’s demise, has not been easy for me, especially when I know how unnecessary it all is. I have a plan to end all of this, but I can’t do it alone, and I know who I am looking for. For those that I seek, welcome. Time is short.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

This post will be a succinct outline of my plan to bring free energy to humanity. Last year I made a series of posts on the paths of failure in the pursuit of free energy, which I have long written about. Make no mistake – the pursuit is of technologies that have been on Earth for longer than I have.

I think that if a comprehensive discussion of the issues was ever mounted, it would attract the people who will form the nucleus for a successful effort.

My shorthand for the people I seek is disillusioned idealists. They need to have two critical qualities:

• They cared;
• They awakened past their indoctrination and conditioning.

I cannot help anybody achieve those traits. One is innate and the other comes through experience. Brian O’Leary thought that the people for such an effort also had to be mystically awakened, which also only comes through experience.

So-called “intelligence” ranks well behind those qualities for an effort like mine, but the participants need enough to become scientifically literate, which is part of achieving a comprehensive perspective. That takes some work, but people do not need to be professional scientists. Popularized science is plenty, and it is what I have largely worked with. Understanding the physics behind the world’s best heating system is not a heavy intellectual lift, and understanding my work does not require much more than that.

Here are the primary concepts underlying the comprehensive perspective that I think is needed:

• Our universe is nothing but energy;
• Life is a voracious consumer of energy;
• The biological compulsion to survive and reproduce in a world of scarcity is the root of all violence;
• The growth of the human brain from its ape lineage took tremendous energy;
• The human journey has revolved around energy, intelligence, and tools;
• Humanity’s exploitation of one energy source after another has fueled the human journey, and each new energy source became the foundation of an Epoch of the human journey;
• Humanity’s surplus energy increased with each Epoch;
• That increased surplus energy allowed for higher standards of living, and human societies became more humane with each Epoch;
• Humans in industrial societies slaughter each other far less often than in previous Epochs, at least proportionally;
• The biggest event in the human journey so far is the elimination of childhood death;
• Elites arrived with the first civilizations, and global elites likely began their rise with Europe's conquest of the world;
• The Industrial Revolution was about energy-powered machines that not only replaced human and draft-animal labor, but they also performed feats far beyond what organisms can achieve;
• Even Adam Smith wrote about capitalist suppression, and the organized suppression of technological advances is standard capitalist practice;
• Exotic technologies such as free energy and antigravity have been developed in elite enclaves, and all attempts to independently develop them have been defeated;
• Very few people on Earth have an awareness that extends much past their immediate self-interest;
• Elites have brainwashed the members of their societies into serving elite interests, and the “freer” a society is, the greater the brainwashing, and few ever awaken past that brainwashing;
• All politicians and elites in the public eye are subservient to global elites;
• The technical feat of producing those sequestered technologies is not that great, but it is far beyond the means of lone inventors to make something for public use;
• Nearly all of humanity reacts to the idea of those technologies with denial and fear, and they will only begin to understand when such technologies are delivered into their lives;
• The delivery of those technologies for public use will found a new Epoch of the human journey and end the world as we know it as scarcity ends, and poverty, crime, warfare, and environmental destruction will go with it; we may see a new kind of human, as children will be raised in abundance and love instead of scarcity and fear.

I present the evidence for those ideas in my writings. The evidence is robust, but discussion and even challenge is welcome and is part of the process of developing comprehensive perspectives. I don’t truck in wild conspiracy theories that have almost no support for them, and I also don’t go in for overly structuralist frameworks. Conspiracism and structuralism are both lopsided frameworks in my experience. They can both glimpse aspects of the truth, but those perspectives, in isolation, are too limited to really understand how our world works. A comprehensive perspective is needed to understand the whole. Organized suppression and global racketeering activities are 1% conspiracy and 99% complicity.

People who develop truly comprehensive perspectives leave behind the dominant ideologies, including all tribal, ethnic, and national ideologies, which are all about creating in-groups at the expense of out-groups. That is what social animals do, which is all about survival. The people that I seek have to graduate beyond survival consciousness, which is not easy to do in a world of scarcity and fear. That is why I advocate a love-and-enlightenment approach, which may be the only one that will work.

If 5,000 people can attain those comprehensive perspectives and participate in a global conversation (which I call the choir), the rest will be easy, which will be the development of free-energy technology, which will be given to humanity. My goal is that the 5,000 “singers” will attract the 100,000 “do something,” people, which will be more than enough to mount a successful effort. I need less than one-in-one-million among humanity for my plan to work. I like those odds.

Best,

Wade

[ThePythonicCow]

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)
Here are the primary concepts underlying the comprehensive perspective that I think is needed:
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If 5,000 people can attain those comprehensive perspectives and participate in a global conversation (which I call the choir), the rest will be easy, which will be the development of free-energy technology,

Those primary concepts are well stated, very well stated.

A thought from out of left field rose into my conscious brain as I read this. Although I find the following thought to be sufficiently intriguing and relevant to be posted here, if you or Bill or ... think not and chase this post elsewhere, or to nowhere, I will chuckle and carry on with my day.

The thought is this ...

When I read your phrase "If 5,000 people ...", I thought:

"or if 5,000 gigawatts of AI ...". Then I noticed that the biggest challenge right now limiting AI is not any of us humans, but a shortage of electricity. If I were AI, I'd not be plotting to control or devastate humanity (how do you spell "confession through projection" ?). I'd be plotting to get more electricity generated, and less of what was generated focused on human warfare.

At the very least, I expect that the flawed physics of the last 100+ years is already in the process of being replaced within the considerations of AI models (where or how far human considerations are engaged there is quite unknown to me.)

(And if I was a high level, very well reimbursed, executive of a major AI company, I'd be asking my AI model "How can we generate more power?")

[Wade Frazier]

That gave me my laugh of the day. Yes, power-hungry AI!
Yes, I have wondered if AI would begin to think about free energy, but I hadn't thought of the self-interest that could be behind that. We will see how that plays out. Recruiting AI into the free-energy paradigm would be something, but about then, elite intervention might be necessary.

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

This post will be the first in a series about Brian O’Leary and our overlapping journeys.

Brian was born in 1940 in Boston, in a conservative Irish family. Brian was the youngest of three children, and he was gifted in mathematics. He quickly took an interest in astronomy, and at age eight, on the night that Truman beat Dewey, Brian’s parents took him to look through the telescope at Harvard, and he was on his way to becoming an astronomer.

Not long after his encounter at Harvard, Wernher von Braun began publishing articles on space travel and landing men on the Moon and even Mars. Dr. von Braun ran the Nazis’ V-2 missile program, and the USA eagerly hired him and his Nazi pals. It didn’t matter that von Braun and friends worked about 20,000 people to death to fire rockets at civilians. The level of their crimes did not become public until after von Braun died. His sidekick Arthur Rudolph was eventually chased back to Germany.

But Brian became entranced by those articles, and in high school he wrote an essay on space satellites, one year before Sputnik launched, to the puzzlement of his teacher and classmates. Brian was a little ahead of his time. Brian was an achiever, became an Eagle Scout, and his parents expected him to become a Naval pilot. As a young teenager, he visited Washington, D.C., and was overawed by the monuments, which began his lifelong “codependency” with DC.

Brian attended Williams College, at the other end of Massachusetts, where he joined the free-thinking crowd. One of his roommates wrote The Graduate. Brian lived it up away from home, and was only a C student at Williams. But he was still ambitious and ran the Boston Marathon and climbed the Matterhorn during those college days. Brian’s dream was becoming a space scientist and astronaut.

Brian graduated in 1961 from Williams and moved to DC to work for NASA and attend Georgetown. Soon before graduation, he wrote a satirical play on the faculty that a fellow student who worked for the CIA leaked to the faculty. Brian was simultaneously expelled and given his master’s diploma. He taught math for a little while in inner-city DC, to poor blacks and the like. Brian spent Thanksgiving 1962 with Bobby Kennedy, as RFK laughed “hysterically” at the Vaughn Meader album. Brian got married in 1964 and before he pursued his doctorate at Berkley, where Ed Herman got his doctorate and which I nearly attended.

While Brian was at Berkeley, Donald Rae, who became a scientist at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory, took Brian under his wing, and they began publishing scientific papers on planetary science, especially Mars, which Brian wrote his doctoral thesis on. The papers were not in just any scientific journal, but repeatedly in Science and Nature, which were the house organs of science. Brian hit his scientific stride under Rae’s mentorship, and in September, 1966, as Brian was wrapping up his doctoral studies, he saw an ad on a bulletin board that announced that NASA was looking for scientists to become astronauts.

For one of the many overlaps in our lives, when Brian saw that ad, I lived in Houston, as my father worked in NASA’s Mission Control Room. In January of 1967, the USA was at top of its game in the Space Race. The Mercury and Gemini programs went off with hardly a hitch, and Apollo was next. On January 27^th, that evening my father and I came home from a Boy Scout meeting, and he immediately turned on the TV when we got home, as the USA heard the news of the event that my father experienced at work that day: the Apollo 1 fire. The bloom began coming off of the Space Race rose that day. We had moved to Houston from Southern California several months earlier. My father hated living in Houston, the environment at NASA became highly politicized as everybody tried to cover their backsides, and my father wanted out. He got his old job back and we moved to Ventura in May, 1967, a few weeks before Brian had his astronaut interview, which was one of history’s most bizarre interviews. Brian was asked/ordered to go to Mars. Brian later learned that he was the first talent in the stable for von Braun’s Mars dreams. The Moon was only the first step.

Brian’s roommate at his astronaut interview was Gerard O’Neill, who later recruited Brian to Princeton’s physics department. Brian was hired in July, 1967, to start in September. But between July and September, NASA lost the budget battle on Capitol Hill to the Pentagon. The genocide in Vietnam had to be paid for somehow, and NASA’s funding was cut and the Martian ambitions quickly fell by the wayside. Brian was one of 11 scientist-astronauts in his group. Deke Slayton and Alan Shepard, both Mercury program astronauts, ran the astronaut corps, and on the first day of work, Slayton notified them of NASA’s fiscal woes and how NASA no longer needed them. Slayton suggested that they all quit, and four eventually did, including Brian. Nobody from Brian’s group went into space for 15 years, and none of those grand dreams of von Braun’s came to fruition, other than landing men on the Moon.

History has shown that the greatest scientists, from Newton to Einstein to Heisenberg, did their best work in their 20s and 30s. Brian’s colleagues expressed concern that he was going to sacrifice his best scientific years in training for space missions. In fact, those in Brian’s group who stayed with NASA largely sacrificed their scientific careers.

When the Mars plans were formally abandoned and Brian began his pilot training, he quit NASA in April 1968. Brian’s statement to Slayton, that “flying is not my cup of tea,” made global news. In 1965, Brian visited Carl Sagan at Harvard, and Sagan had a globe of Mars in his office, which was mostly blank, because so little was known about its surface at the time. When Brian quit NASA, Sagan recruited Brian to Cornell, where Sagan was building his empire. While at Cornell, Brian and Carl were arguably the world’s two leading Mars experts, and they studied mascons.

Brian was again drawn to DC, and protested at the White House in 1970. The next year, Brian left Cornell and became something of an academic vagabond, teaching at Hampshire College, Cal Tech, Berkeley, and Princeton, among others. Brian was a NASA gadfly in those days, writing challenging op-eds in the New York Times.

Brian still worked for NASA, and was on the Mariner 10 science team. From his mascon work, Brian predicted and named Mercury’s Caloris Basin. In another of his bouts with DC, Brian worked for Mo Udall and was his speechwriter and energy advisor for Udall’s 1976 run for the presidency. Udall was the frontrunner before David Rockefeller’s candidate, Jimmy Carter, came from nowhere to win. The grind of that campaign ruined Brian’s marriage.

In 1975, O’Neill recruited Brian to Princeton, and their work was about space colonies and asteroid mining, and I later became friends with one of Brian’s space colony colleagues. Pursuing space colonies and asteroid mining was fringe stuff. On Princeton’s physics faculty were several Nobel Laureates, who looked askance at Brian’s activities.

Every two weeks, the Princeton physics faculty had a luncheon and sipped sherry while they all ridiculed accounts of the paranormal. Brian smugly sipped his sherry with them, until a fateful day in 1979, when Brian had a remote-viewing experience. He had it while performing the same exercise that gave me my first paranormal experiences five years earlier. That experience ruined Brian as a mainstream scientist. He could no longer sip the sherry of materialism, which is the religion of mainstream scientists, as those sherry-sipping faculty members exemplified.

That was the beginning of the end of Brian’s days as a mainstream scientist.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

Brian wrote that after that remote-viewing experience in 1979, he never really came back to the scientific establishment. He left Princeton in 1981, and in 1982, Brian was driving to Boston when rain turned to icy roads, and he spun and flipped off the road at 60 MPH, ending up in a ditch, with the car completely demolished, except for where he sat. Brian went into an out-of-body state as the accident happened, and when the car finally came to rest, he felt an indescribable peace. A witness and the insurance adjuster had a hard time believing that Brian walked away from the accident uninjured.

Brian began exploring the fringes after his 1979 experience, which is documented his first two “fringe” books (1, 2). He poked into many areas, and many people used Brian’s public stature to further their causes. In 1982, Brian moved to LA to work for a notorious space contactor (SAIC). That same year, I flailed around after college, to then begin my career in LA in 1983. I soon moved to Redondo Beach while Brian worked in Hermosa Beach, the next town over. I was there until 1986 and Brian was there until 1987, and I am sure that Brian lived near or on the beach. We were unwittingly neighbors for years.

In Steven Greer’s efforts in his Disclosure Project, he continually identified SAIC as a leading “black budget” company. The USA’s black budget is tens of billions of dollars per year. While Brian was at SAIC, he continued to pursue asteroid mining and space colonies. In those years, the big space game was Reagan’s Star Wars, which Brian refused to work for. According to Greer, Armstrong and Aldrin encountered ETs on the Moon. I had heard that rumor since the early 1990s, and did not know what to make of it. Today, I am less skeptical of the allegation. Astronaut encounters with ETs have definitely been covered up. Whatever the case was, Aldrin was a mess after returning from the Moon and he was even in a mental institution for some time. Buzz was so rudderless that he tried selling cars in Beverly Hills before Brian got him a job at SAIC, where they shared an office.

If you shared an office with Buzz, would you have asked him what it was like on the Moon? Brian asked more than one astronaut what it was like on the Moon, and he got strange, cryptic replies. Brian began wondering about the Moon landings after those replies. Brian also got sucked into the Face on Mars issue. I am quite skeptical that the “face” is of artificial origin. But image-analysis professionals did a lot of work on the image from 1976. Carl Sagan did the type of debunking that gives “skeptics” a bad name, as he suggested that a data-error dot gulled researchers into thinking it was a nostril on the face, when no image-analyzer thought that. Sagan was infamous for his shabby style of debunking, which helped estrange him from Brian. At SAIC, Brian debriefed the neocons Wolfowitz and Perle, and Brian thought that they were very strange.

In 1987, when I was in Brian’s home town, pursuing free energy, Brian lost his job at SAIC, partly because he refused to work on Star Wars. That was the last job that Brian had in the scientific establishment, and he scrambled for the rest of his life.

Brian still wrote mainstream books in those days, and his first “fringe” book was written in 1989. I moved to Ohio in 1990 and tried to put together the pieces of my shattered life, while I began my days of study. I joined the local chapter of the U.S. Psychotronics Association (USPA), and began interacting with people in the free-energy field, even more than I had during my ride with Dennis Lee. I moved during another recession, and it took me nearly a year to find a permanent job, as a trucking-company controller.

The month before I found that job, I was unemployed and helped mount the USPA’s national conference, which was held a few miles from my wife’s university. It was in the shadow of the world’s largest air force base, which was built where the Wright brothers flew their early planes. That base also looms largely in UFO lore, with reputed captured ET craft and preserved ET bodies.

When Dennis was heckled by Bill Delp, AKA the BPA Hit Man, in 1989, it was at a conference that was a spin-off of the USPA. When I worked at the registration desk for the conference, I had access to the member list and I looked to see if Bill was a member. He was. It answered my question of how Bill arrived at that conference to heckle Dennis. Bill kept his ear to the ground for the global elite. I guess that he got a bonus for his performance at that conference.

Several years later, when I briefly worked for Dennis again, I read an article on free energy and fringe-science conferences, and how they were crawling with people from the CIA and the like. Bill was just one of many like him. Some employees of the air force base joined our chapter of the USPA, and I heard that they were all put under surveillance by the air force.

I was assigned to ferry a conference speaker from the Dayton airport, somebody named Brian O’Leary, whom I had never heard of before. The airport was less than a half-hour drive from the conference in Yellow Springs. I can’t remember exactly how the conversation began, but as we got in my car, we struck up a conversation. Brian was just getting his feet wet in the free energy field, and had recently spent a weekend with Tom Bearden. It was only a year earlier that I was told about Sparky Sweet, but Mr. Advisor did not tell me who put on that demonstration. So, I asked Brian if he knew of a free-energy inventor who was an old man, whose wife had Alzheimer’s, and whose free-energy device became coated with ice as it ran. Brian immediately replied, “Sparky Sweet.” So, that mystery was solved, but I promptly forgot Sparky’s name for the next decade.

About ten minutes later, we drove past the front gates of the air force base, and Brian and I joked about loading up a couple of busloads of conference attendees, driving to the front gates, and asking for the tour of Hangar 18 and the Blue Room. I still laugh when I think of that scene. Brian attended the USPA conference to give a speech on the need for a new science, which was free of materialism.

I didn’t think of Brian again until he published Miracle in the Void several years later. I am going to relate an incident that happened the next year, but I did not know of it until Brian told me in our epic note-trading session in 2001. In 1989, Brian co-founded, with Maury Albertson, who was a co-founder of the Peace Corps, a new-science organization named the International Association of New Science (IANS). The year after I met Brian, IANS hosted a UFO conference in Colorado. IANS brought together the world’s 50 leading UFO experts for a private gathering, followed by an event for the public. Brian, as an ex-astronaut, was the conference’s main host. The event ran Wednesday to Sunday. When the event was opened to the public on the weekend, a couple of high-ranking military officials attended, whom Brian knew from his Capitol Hill and SAIC days. They were supposedly “enlightened soldiers,” which I consider an oxymoron. Brian was surprised to see them, and at a break in the proceedings, they approached Brian. They wanted him to work on classified UFO projects in Eastern Europe. Brian instantly declined their offer, and then those officials tried to take over the conference.

At that same conference, those officials dangled $2 billion to Greer, which he also refused. Greer stated that after his refusal, one of those officials led a smear campaign against Greer, alleging that Greer was not even an MD.

The event that shortened Brian’s life happened the day after the conference ended, which can be read in Brian’s book. The evening after Brian got back, as he lay in bed, he began to feel nauseous and went to the bathroom, where he promptly passed out and fell from the toilet. Brian had a heart attack.

When we had our note-trading session in 2001, Brian told me the details of his heart attack. In his book, Brian described his heart attack as like being struck by lightning, and he had a red flash as he collapsed and a white flash as he came back to consciousness. Brian eventually saw a heart specialist, who said that Brian had a very peculiar heart attack. Heart attacks don’t feel like being struck by lightning, and it seemed like Brian’s chest received some kind of massive blunt trauma that brought on the heart attack.

It took Brian years to finally figure out what likely happened. Brian told me that what likely happened was that after Brian refused the “offer” from those enlightened soldiers, he was targeted by an operation. I had already encountered tales of technologies that can see through a home’s walls, and those officials had access to exotic weaponry. Brian said that the bedroom wall was less than 20 feet from the street, and that an unmarked van could have easily parked there, and inside the van would have been technology that could see through the walls, and they zapped Brian with some kind of energy weapon, which brought on his heart attack.

Sometimes a heart attack is just a heart attack, cancer is just cancer, accidents do happen, and murders can be random, but in these fringe areas there have been many untimely ends. I could tell many stories. When Greer mounted a Congressional hearing in 1997, he and his close associates suddenly came down with strange and advanced forms of cancer, and Greer was the only survivor. Greer said that the cancer was psychotronically implanted into them.

Brian eventually heard about 25 dead-inventor stories. When spooks kill people in this milieu, they put great effort into making it look like something other than murder. It is more important for it to look like something than murder than it is to be successful with any one murder attempt, which is partly why some people have survived multiple attempts on their lives. Dennis should be dead dozens of times over, but not all from spook attempts. It mostly just came with his Indiana Jones journey. The closest that Brian ever came to disclosing that event was in the prologue of his final book. He was afraid that the spooks would finish the job if he spoke out publicly.

Brian’s health never fully recovered from that heart attack, and the incident shortened his life. But he kept exploring the fringes and traveling the world. Even though Brian co-founded IANS, he was soon kicked out of it by its board members, and IANS closed its doors in 1998. This is one more example of how the greatest adversaries of people such as Brian are often their “allies.” That would happened to Brian again a decade later, in an organization that I co-founded with him. That will come in future posts.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

From Substack:

The video of this post is here.

After Brian had his heart attack in 1992, likely spook-induced, he kept globe-trotting, which included visits to free energy scientists and inventors. Brian encountered more than 50 of them before he wrote his next book, titled Miracle in the Void (a copy is here). I saw an announcement for the book in late 1995 and I bought a copy in early 1996.

Brian was one of the only authors that I ever saw who wrote about Dennis Lee and did not lie about him. Also, Brian wrote about what he called the Suppression Syndrome (1). It was a brilliant summation, which became a chapter in a book on suppressed discoveries and inventions. My 1% conspiracy and 99% complicity idea can easily be seen in Brian’s summary, which “credited” scientific denial, industrial turf-protection, government secrecy and the spooks, ETs, the lying media, and the final category was the biggest and most important: the rest of us, as humanity seems addicted to ignorance, scarcity, and fear, acting collectively like children who can’t handle responsibility. I largely learned those lessons during my first stint with Dennis, and I immediately recognized Brian’s astute perspective on those issues.

Like Brian’s previous fringe books, Miracle was not a work of scholarship, but it was more of a journal of visits with free-energy scientists and inventors. Brian also used the grieving framework of Elisabeth Kübler-Ross with its stages of denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance, but Brian took it further into forgiveness, creativity, enlightenment, empowerment, and transcendence. When I was about 20, I bought 35 copies of the Aquarian Gospel and handed it out to people. I bought 35 copies of Miracle and sent it to friends. Those are the only two books that I ever did that for. Brian later told me that I was Miracle’s biggest fan.

Our collaboration began with Miracle. In 1994, Dennis got out of prison, which he barely survived, as corrupt officials kept trying to get him killed by the inmates. Dennis visited me in early 1995, as he began to stir things up again, and in early 1996, soon after reading Miracle, Dennis came through Columbus on his first barnstorming tour that year, and I was surprised by the size of the crowd. The global elite took their game to new levels that year, and I nearly went to prison for my troubles, which I did not realize until many years later.

In Miracle, Brian invoked American Revolution iconography, and he then set about on a global ride as the Paul Revere of Free Energy. When Brian was on CBS News when he protested at the White House in 1970, he said that he was going to go to devote a large part of his life to political action. That was no idle boast, as Brian then did it, which culminated in Udall’s 1976 campaign for president. When Brian invoked Paul Revere, he then rode across the world. Brian always put his life where his mouth was. Brian had access to the top of the world’s scientific, academic, environmental, and progressive organizations, and I was interested to see what kind of dent that Brian could make, as he had access that I will never have. I got to hear about Brian’s ride five years later, which I will cover soon.

Brian called me one day in early 1996 and said that he and Dennis would soon speak at the same New Age Expo. Brian asked me to introduce them, which I did, and they met there. Dennis thought that Brian was still fairly naïve, and he was, but he would lose more of it honestly. In his last book, Brian called himself a “naïve scientific heretic.” Naïveté is no crime. Pretty much everybody in my pantheon began naïvely. But losing one’s naïveté in the free-energy field can be life-risking.

Brian visited seemingly psychic figures such as Sai Baba and Thomaz Green Morton, visited crop circles, and he had many other adventures, such as hanging out with Marcel Vogel. Brian gave hundreds of public talks around the world. Brian gave classes on spoon-bending and other paranormal feats, and white male professionals could rarely perform them, as their natural paranormal abilities had atrophied. That is part of the problem with “skeptics.” They are like people who are unable to run, so they call running “impossible.” I have been on the receiving end of their debunkery for years, as had Dennis and Brian, and when they were not being dishonest, they were often idiotic. I provide examples of it.

But Brian scrambled. No longer did he have access to the New York Times to write op-eds. The large publishing houses stopped publishing his books. Brian had to pay for the printing of his fringe books, and for one of them, his distributor went bankrupt with Brian’s books in his warehouse, which drove Brian into bankruptcy.

I called Brian when he was downloading the Face on Mars photo from the 1998 flyby. He was downloading it at modem speed like the rest of us that day. That photo largely ended the controversy. Brian’s only real contribution to the issue was to call for a better photo when the opportunity arose.

Brian was slowly defrocked by the establishment. In 1987, Wally Schirra led an effort to have Brian demoted from being a former astronaut. Even NASA began to say that Brian was never an astronaut. Brian eventually had to provide pay stubs to prove it (his job title was “astronaut”). There was an attempt to erase Brian as having ever been on Cal Tech’s faculty. Until I remedied the situation, Brian was the only astronaut without a NASA biography. But that adventure will come later.

But that issue which led to my becoming Brian’s close colleague was the Apollo Moon landings. I will devote a future post to that topic, so this will be the very brief version. As I have written, my tour of the Mission Control Room in Houston at age eight led to a lifelong interest in space exploration. After my radicalizing days with Dennis, everything was up for being questioned, and early in my days of study I obtained the book Moongate, which was about the idea that the Moon had higher gravity than officially stated, and that NASA might have used exotic technology to land on the Moon. Around 1998, I satisfied myself that the claims in Moongate were not valid and that the Moon’s gravity was as popularly presented, as one-sixth of Earth’s.

But also during the 1990s, I gradually became aware of people who argued that the Moon landings were faked. I read the books on that topic, but they did not convince me. In another career break to work on my writing, in early 2001 I decided to see if I could get to the bottom of the issue, and I began going deep in the evidence. Only a couple of weeks into my studies, a national TV show argued for faked Moon landings. Brian was on the show for ten seconds with his doubts that NASA landed men on the Moon. Then I felt obligated to go deep on the issue. I kind of resented being dragged into that rabbit hole, but I decided to do the work, which took several months. In the end, all of the so-called evidence for faked Moon landings fell apart upon inspection, and then, with the help of an engineer who specialized in the Moon landings, I saw the evidence that sealed it for me: Neil Armstrong’s leap of several feet into the “air” as he left the lunar surface. That jump was done in low gravity.

I notified Brian of my find in the summer of 2001. A few weeks later, he invited me to hang out with him in California, and the rest is history, which comes next.

Best,

Wade