WADE FRAZIER : A Healed Planet

[Wade Frazier]

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In September, 1966, I was eight years old and I lived in Houston, as my father worked in NASA’s Mission Control Room. The week before the Gemini 11 mission, a new TV show debuted, titled Star Trek. My family had a professional interest in the new show, one could say, and for the first time in my life, I was allowed to stay up past 8 PM so that I could watch the show. I have been a Trekkie ever since (although the recent series have been disappointing). Although I never thought of it that way before I wrote this sentence, Star Trek may have well been the first seed planted in my mind of what I call the Fifth Epoch today.

Until now, I have always called the event when my family changed its diet to whole food when I was 12 as the beginning of my awakening process, but I now think that Star Trek might get some credit for it. In trying to help my readers understand what I mean by the Fifth Epoch, I have used Star Trek as an example, especially The Next Generation.

My father’s IQ was twice my mother’s, which created strange dynamics in the family, with children who were either mentally gifted or mentally disabled. My mother gave me the bad habit of watching TV and reading the tabloids that she brought home. I gave up tabloids at age 13 (I only read it for the fun facts, and did not care about celebrity gossip), and I gave up watching TV in my first semester of college, as I could not keep pulling the straight A’s while watching 20-30 hours of TV a week. For the next 15 years, I rarely watched TV, but when I lived with my mother after college, I watched a Star Trek marathon one weekend.

I was still a movie junkie and watched the Star Trek movies. During my days with Dennis Lee, I heard of a new Star Trek show. But I didn’t watch TV, even if I had the time for it. That changed in 1992, when my wife watched the season finale of the fifth season of The Next Generation (“TNG”). The next year, we began watching TNG, (and Deep Space Nine, as those were the days of Peak Trek) and for many years, the only TV shows that I watched were Star Trek shows. That did not change until around 2017 or so, when this golden age of TV finally spurred me to watch shows with my wife. We watch an hour or two each evening. TV today is a far cry from what I grew up with. The TV shows I see today are for adults, not children, like it was when I watched Gilligan’s Island. TV-production quality today is nearly what movies have, and movie stars have largely crossed over to TV. There used to be quite a divide between TV and movies when I was young, but that distinction has largely vanished today. I rarely go to movie theaters anymore (once every few years, and even then, I wonder why I did it – I might have seen my last movie in a theater).

Even as visionary a show as Star Trek was still a product of its times, and Captain Kirk rarely met a female humanoid that he could not seduce. William Riker inherited that lusty orientation in TNG, but Captain Picard was something different. In his eulogy to Patrick Stewart yesterday, William Shatner wrote that Captain Picard “stood for the best of us, and so did the man who played him.” Gene Roddenberry subscribed to the same channeled magazine that I did in the early days of TNG. I can easily see the influence of material like that on Roddenberry’s vision.

Only in recent years did I become aware of the idea that the stories told in literature, movies, and TV are at their best when they increase human empathy (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7). I agree with that idea.

Stewart got the role of a lifetime when he played Captain Picard. When I think of the Fifth Epoch and how people will behave, I often think of Picard’s character and how he always tried to give people and other life forms (and even holographic projections) what they wanted. In many ways, even the best of Star Trek falls far short of depicting the Fifth Epoch, but it is a giant step toward it.

I am attaching a picture from one of my lifetime’s happiest moments, when I stood on the Enterprise’s bridge while my wife sat in the captain’s chair. That Las Vegas attraction was a glorious mecca for Trekkies. That picture was taken the year before it closed.

I have watched and read all manner of commentary on TNG and interviews with people who were on the show and various other personnel, such as writers, directors, and other staff. Stewart brought a polished professionalism to the cast, which raised the bar for everybody. Stewart discussed the psychological problems that he had with playing Picard, such as separating himself from the character. Picard did not originally want to do the series Picard, but he cited a Las Vegas policeman who told him how Star Trek was a beacon of optimism in the degrading milieu that he worked in.

Few actors ever had the opportunity to play a character like Captain Picard, and Stewart rightfully considered it the pinnacle of his career. R.I.P., Sir Patrick. Well done.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

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When Dennis Lee got out of prison in 1994, his wreck of a mouth had even fewer teeth than before he went in, and when I next saw him, when he visited me in 1995, he had dentures. His teeth were one of many casualties of his journey. Soon after he was out of prison, I talked to his wife, Alison, and she laughed at how Dennis’s missing teeth made him look like a hillbilly.

In 1994, my trucking company’s parent decided to do a system conversion for all five of its companies. I wrote a little about my trucking days in a recent post. I warned my CFO at the parent company about doing a conversion, and two years later, I was worn out. But I also had my career’s epiphany in the spring of 1996. It was a two-fold realization. The first was to take my company paperless. Piggybacked on top of that was a way to get every truck driver in the USA home every night, instead of the million people who lived in their trucks. Nobody above me in the corporate hierarchy understood what I was talking about regarding going paperless. I was a generation ahead of my time on that. On getting everybody home every night, 30 years later, that idea is still way ahead of its time. Being too far ahead of one’s time can be frustrating. If my trucking organization had understood what I was talking about, it might still be in business.

By early 1996, I was at the end of my rope and went on Prozac, which was a nightmare. I stepped down in June and had my protégé take over (and went off Prozac). He collapsed in my office only two weeks into his tenure and soon quit the company. Then there was a series of controllers in that chair, and their negligence caused an accounting scandal that took down the entire organization in 2001, as thousands of lives were impacted and many were wrecked. It was all unnecessary.

At the beginning of 1996, Brian O’Leary published his first free-energy book and I became his biggest fan, as he began his ride as the Paul Revere of Free Energy. Around the same time, Dennis began his barnstorming tours of the USA, which angered the sitting president, Bill Clinton. I attended Dennis’s Columbus show in February with my protégé, and seeing the Amish contingent at the show was an unforgettable memory. After the show, I told Dennis and his entourage that the Wright brothers were ignored for five years after they first flew, and Dennis made it part of his show. Soon afterward, Alison flew me to New Jersey to advise her on getting her accounting operation off the ground, as Dennis’s barnstorming began flooding money into the company. Little did I suspect that I would be running that operation before the year ended. I hadn’t seen Dennis’s daughters for several years, and they were almost grown up.

Brian soon called me, to have me arrange for him to meet Dennis, as they spoke at the same New Age expo. It was the only time that they met. Dennis thought that Brian was naïve, which Brian readily admitted near his life’s end.

Dennis had a show in Cleveland that summer, and it was about the time that I read Dennis's book, The Alternative, which had those revelations of why we moved to Ventura and the CIA’s billion-dollar offer to fold the operation. Dennis repeated the conversation that he had with the CIA man at that show (“We will put a one on the check and you can put on the zeroes”). That was not long after William Colby died, days after trying to transfer free-energy technology to Steven Greer’s organization.

That spring, my Justice Department colleague told me about how he interceded in the death threat that an American automobile company made to a man who invented a 100-MPG carburetor. They just add a couple of zeroes when they need to. By then, my close friend had been given his underground technology show by a dissident faction of the global elite. That is what it is like, to play at those levels.

When my wife and I visited Professor Wayne and his wife in the summer of 1994, his life had been ruined from his days with Dennis and he was regretful. But when Dennis began barnstorming, Wayne once again kicked money into Dennis’s effort, which I saw in late 1996, when I took over the accounting operation. Saints are going to saint. Dennis had two tours of the USA in 1996, and the second one ended in September in Philadelphia, where Dennis’s show was held in the arena where the 76ers play basketball. Five thousand people attended, which is the largest free-energy gathering in history.

Dennis had hitched his wagon to Yull Brown, and Wayne and I had an adventure in picking up Yull from the airport for the show. Yull came prepared to do his transmutation experiment for the show, and it is the only time that I handled radioactive material. After originally giving permission for the demonstration, the Nuclear Regulatory Commission revoked its permission and they were planning to arrest Dennis and Yull if they tried it at the show. Before the show, more than 30 people in Dennis’s organization tried to entice Yull away from Dennis.

Immediately after the show, we took Yull to meet Al Gore at the White House. I later read the letter from Gore, which begged off of further involvement, calling Yull’s process “too dangerous.” Many years later, I read Greer quote Gore making the same “too dangerous” excuse for not getting involved with free-energy technology. Again, retail elites know full well about free-energy and other exotic technology, which the media will always dismiss if it even acknowledges it, similar to how it treated the Wright brothers.

In October, 1996, I spent the month writing my first website, before I went back to work for Dennis in November. The day after the Philadelphia show, Mr. Skeptic began his skeptical career. I contacted him the day after I published my site, and Mr. Skeptic eventually confirmed my worst suspicions about the “skeptics” and then some. He stalked me on the Internet for more than a decade with his attacks.

A few weeks into my tenure with Dennis in my second stint, my bookkeeper showed me a letter that our phone company sent us. It was to notify us that the USA’s Justice Department had subpoenaed our phone records six months previously. They gagged the phone company from notifying us. The initial gag order lasted three months, and when that expired, they renewed it for another three months. When I saw that, it felt like the sharks were circling once again. The Justice Department’s Philadelphia office subpoenaed our records, coincidentally where Mr. Skeptic lived. I am about half convinced that Mr. Skeptic was on somebody’s payroll as he relentlessly attacked Dennis for more than a decade.

There were many wild events during my second stint with Dennis, but the strangest was that when I joined Dennis, he was involved with a group of Christian businessmen who alleged that they were the trustees of a trillion-dollar trust. I saw a Canadian news clip about them. When the Soviet Union was collapsing and starving Soviet soldiers were guarding nuclear missile silos (and selling nuclear warheads on the black market), that group gave $1 billion of food and supplies to the Soviet military. The reporter interviewed the head of the organization, asking who the heck they were to give a $1 billion to the Soviet Union. The head said that they were “just Christian businessmen.”

Those trustees alleged that soon after they gave the $1 billion of food and supplies to the Soviet Union, the international banking system froze all of their money. I talked to the trustee once. He told me that the trust had $1 trillion in assets and $980 billion in liabilities, with “only” $20 billion in equity and about that much in cash. When the banks froze their money, they were suddenly destitute.

Studying the international bankers was one of my many areas of study since 1990, but that was one of the strangest things that I ever heard. I asked my accounting and CFO pals if they had ever heard of such a thing, and nobody had. Dennis actually gave the trustees $10,000 one day, to keep food on their table. The trustees said that they wanted to give Dennis billions of dollars, but Dennis ended up giving them money, instead.

Around the same time that I came aboard Dennis’s company, he was contacted by a representative of Indian nations in California, who called him humanity’s best hope. They said that they were using their sovereign nation status to invest in bank loans to each other, which yielded 40% interest each year. But they had to give half of their earnings to charity, so Dennis was their target charity. Again, I had never heard of such a thing. Dennis met with a banker who advised the Indian nations in his Manhattan penthouse suite. He announced that he was the sixth most powerful man on Earth.

As I will get to in a later post, that Christian trust and Indian nations seems to have been part of a sting operation to entrap us, as the global elite took the game to new levels.
Dennis had me get my passport updated so that I could go to London to close one of his deals. Dennis couldn’t go, because he was still on parole. Dennis was off of parole when he began barnstorming, but the officials illegally put him back on parole. I learned that officials can often just make it up as they go along. If I had gone to London, the odds were likely good that I would have never come back.

What the heck was I doing there? Hadn’t I already learned my lesson during my first stint with Dennis? Inventors weren’t the answer, but Dennis had hitched his star to Yull. Yull soon betrayed Dennis, and then Dennis located Victor Fischer once Yull took the money and ran. Professor Wayne was staying with me for two weeks when Fischer came aboard, and we were both distinctly unenthusiastic about Fischer. We saw what he did in Ventura. When Fischer eventually betrayed Dennis, years later, I was not surprised, but Dennis was. When I visited Dennis and Alison in 2013, and Dennis told me what Fischer had done (took the money and ran), I told Dennis that it was no surprise, as I had seen what Fischer had done in Ventura. Alison then said that it was one of Dennis’s weaknesses, of expecting the best in people when they did not deserve that faith.

In March of 1997, Dennis and I spoke at Department of Energy (“DOE”) hearings about the nuclear waste issue. We were trying to interest them in Brown’s Gas as a neutralization solution. The most enlightening part of that experience was when the DOE man who ran the hearings approached us to tell us that nuclear-waste management was a racket.

When Wayne stayed with me, he plucked Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States off of my bookshelf and read it each evening. That was something to see Wayne read that. Wayne was steeped in American capitalism and would be called a paleoconservative today. I have a lot of respect for their ideology, but all political stripes are limited, in one way or another, as they are all mired in scarcity. But Wayne had a harsh awakening experience in Ventura, like I did, which ruined and shortened his life. Wayne told me that I should teach a class in iconoclasm, like Zinn’s book was. That is kind of what I have done in with my work over the past 30 years.

As I have stated plenty, I really should not have gone back to work for Dennis. Not only was I in bad shape after that five-year grind at that trucking company, I really didn’t believe in the businessman’s path to free energy any longer. I really had not believed in it since Ventura. I was not fitting in with Dennis’s right-wing, populist approach. Dennis let me go home to Seattle in March, 1997, and I have lived here ever since.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

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When my father was recruited in 1966 by NASA to work in Mission Control, he had to get a top-secret security clearance. The next year, when Brian O’Leary was recruited to go to Mars as an astronaut, he also needed to get a top-secret security clearance. A few years earlier, Dennis Lee was inducted into Special Forces, and he surely had to go through something similar. My relative who worked for Henry Kissinger as a contract CIA agent surely had to go through something similar, and he was also likely recruited in the 1960s. My relative and Dennis killed people as part of their jobs. Dennis is not proud of those days, and my relative drank himself to death, which is a typical fate in that field.

I have several relatives who got top-secret clearances for their jobs. They don’t scoff at the UFO/UAP issue. I have been around top-secret and spook stuff since childhood. When I read about the CIA operation that Lee Harvey Oswald got recruited into, which resulted in JFK’s death, it was no great surprise.

Bill Delp and Ken Hodgell were contract agents who ruined and shortened lives. Mr. Deputy, Betsy, her replacement, Mr. Sidekick, Mr. Investigator, and Ms. Prosecutor were hit men and women on government payrolls who got promotions and held high offices. This is how our vaunted system operates.

When my boss engineered the theft of Dennis’s company and the employees cheered the theft, it was my first big awakening moment with Dennis. When Mr. Engineer told me that he and Mr. Researcher were going to work for Ken, I did not believe it at first. To his credit, soon before he died, Mr. Engineer told Mr. Researcher that they were a couple of “saps” to go to work for Ken.

Dennis attracted the attention of the global elite at least since the Seattle days, and we soon heard from the “Black Hat” and “White Hat” factions of the global elite, but it took me many years to realize it.

In 1998 in Seattle, I heard Tom Bearden discuss organized suppression. It was only then that I realized that the $10 million offer that we got in 1987 was the standard friendly buyout offer. Tom even stated the same amount. In that discussion, Tom told of the sting operation that he was subjected to. His company was approached by a man who said that he could raise money for them. But it was part of a sting operation. Bearden smelled something funny about it and they did not do the deal. If they had signed the deal, they would have gone straight to prison.

After his talk, I spoke to Tom and wanted to discuss the topic further, but he was not interested. Ten years later, as the global financial system melted down, I looked into those bank loans that the Indian nations approached us with. I soon learned that those alleged bank loan programs were the scam of the 1990s. It was only then that I realized that the Indian nations were part of a sting operation, just like what Tom discussed, and the $1 trillion trust was likely also part of it.

I was already long since done with the businessman’s approach to free energy, and when I learned that, I thanked my lucky stars that we never took the bait. I heard from people in the New Energy Movement who were chasing money, and some chased variations of the bank loan scams.

How seductive, to be approached by people who promised billions of dollars for our noble cause. I don’t need money to do what I do. I need people with integrity and sentience, which are among humanity’s rarest qualities. But I don’t ask anybody to risk their lives, and if they heed my cautions, they won’t. Their biggest risk is not global elites, but their socials circles if they try to tell them the “good news” of free energy. That is when they get in trouble, with ostracism and ruined careers.

When Dennis and Steven Greer were riding high, they would be swarmed by billionaires. They were almost never there to help, but to co-opt the effort when the time was right. If any of them were sincere, they would get horses heads in their beds. The first time that I heard of that was in Ventura, and it wasn’t the last time. The “we will kill your family” threat is standard in that milieu. The spooks can play hardball when they need to, and many have come to untimely ends.

Almost nobody on Earth has productive reactions to this reality. They either dismiss it all with a wave of the hand, or get paranoid, or think that they can somehow sneak past the spooks or outmaneuver them, and so on. Those are adolescent fantasies. These situations are very real hazards to the free-energy pursuit, but I plan to avoid them, if I can find the people for my strategy, and I know who I am looking for.

How much of that is hard to believe?

Best,

Wade

[Ewan]

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When my father was recruited in 1966 by NASA to work in Mission Control, he had to get a top-secret security clearance. The next year, when Brian O’Leary was recruited to go to Mars as an astronaut, he also needed to get a top-secret security clearance. A few years earlier, Dennis Lee was inducted into Special Forces, and he surely had to go through something similar. My relative who worked for Henry Kissinger as a contract CIA agent surely had to go through something similar, and he was also likely recruited in the 1960s. My relative and Dennis killed people as part of their jobs. Dennis is not proud of those days, and my relative drank himself to death, which is a typical fate in that field.


How much of that is hard to believe?

Best,

Wade

You keep asking that question, and it is probably rhetorical but you're due some kind of answer I feel.

None of it!

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Ewan:

When I get to the end of this series of posts, my point will be that the people I seek have to get beyond denial and disbelief of many issues if they want to help make the biggest event in the human journey come to pass. I have seen many people fall into denial, paranoid obsession, etc. That is why disillusioned idealists are the people that I seek, because they have already had experiences that demonstrated that they were sold an illusion. That is the most important first step in the awakening process, IMO.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

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The video of this post is here.

When I moved back to Seattle in 1997, eleven years after the voice in my head led me on my lifetime’s odyssey, I was ready for a quiet life. For the next five years I devoted myself to my studies and writing, but two of those years I spent working for a living.

I transcribed the Medical Dark Ages quotations around 1992, and almost nothing of my 1996 website survived. My first two essays of my site as it stands today were my Columbus and fluoride essays, which I published in 1998. I also wrote a much longer version of my Julian Simon essay, but lost it from hardware and backup failures that were partly my fault. In 1999, I hired an editor, which was a watershed event for my writing. I also discovered in 1998 that part of my original website survived, which was my hurriedly written synopsis of Ralph McGehee’s book. I sent it to Ralph, asking for his permission to publish it. He gave it, and two years later, I discovered that Ralph had published it across the Internet as the defining synopsis of his work. That was when our friendship began. Everything else on my site I wrote from scratch between 1997 and 2002. My American Empire, conspiracy, and medical racket essays have generally been the most read over the years.

In early 2001, Brian O’Leary sucked me into the faked Moon landings issue. My days of study really began when I read Gary Wean’s book in January, 1989, and my studies became the themes of my essays. When I saw the evidence that removed my remaining residual doubt about the Moon landings (the astronauts may have encountered ETs on the Moon), I contacted Brian, and he soon invited me to Sacramento. That day in Sacramento was extraordinary. First, I met Mark Comings, who demanded to know who I was. Then we went to the California governor’s office, to try to interest the governor in free-energy technology. He soon lost his job to Arnold Schwarzenegger over the energy issue (as Enron raped California). We almost got run out of town instead. Then Brian and I had an epic note-trading session. He heard about my friend who was kidnapped and given the underground technology show, and my relative who worked for Henry Kissinger as a spook. I heard about Brian’s life-shortening incident after the military made him an “offer” to do classified UFO work. I heard about Sparky Sweet’s grim last days, and I also heard about Brian’s ride as the Paul Revere of Free Energy, which Brian capped by openly wondering if humanity was a sentient species.

The 9/11 terror attacks happened the next month, and it was a grim time to be an American. The innocent days of the Internet were over, and the attacks that I received became so crazed and threatening that I stopped interacting with the public for several years. When I began reengaging the public in late 2006, I discovered that trolls dominated public discussions. I was kicked out of and run out of several forums where I saw my work being discussed, by troll/admin alliances. Since then, I have almost always interacted with the public in forums where trolls could not reign. I have zero tolerance for trolls, but I have only had to ban maybe 20 people at Substack, over more than two years of tenure, so that has not been too bad.

Having a front-row seat to the USA’s invasion of Iraq was a nightmare, and the imperial rampages continue. I began my relationship with Ed Herman in 2001, which led to becoming his biographer in 2017.

Professor Wayne died in 2002, as his life was shortened because of his involvement with me. I had amazing paranormal experiences at his funeral and grave. My midlife crisis began in 1999, and Wayne’s death sent me into the dark phase of my midlife crisis. In 2003-2004 was the New Energy Movement fiasco that Brian dragged me into, before Brian himself was kicked out of the organization.

I was introduced to Bucky Fuller’s work in early 2003, and my work has been consciously comprehensive ever since. I only wrote occasional essays for the next decade, mainly in these (1, 2) sections. I had amazing UFO encounters in those years.

When My job was the usual 60-hour weeks, and I was still wrestling with my midlife crisis Dennis Lee arrived at my house, unannounced, in August, 1996, to invite me to the White House. That was the final straw for my wife, who once again insisted that I get trauma therapy. I did, it worked, and the clouds began parting in late 1996.

Brian came back into my life and I became his biographer. We did a joint interview in 2009, and I later joined one of the interviewer’s forums, where I have contributed ever since. Brian died in 2011, as his health never recovered from that 1992 incident. One of Brian’s colleagues befriended me and I swam with wild dolphins in Hawaii, in another extraordinary encounter. Dolphins seem to like the idea of free energy.

I then embarked on the study that prepared me to write what became my lifetime’s most ambitious essay, titled “Energy and the Human Journey.” I wrote it during my “sabbatical,” after ten years at my job, but my sabbatical turned into losing my job.

How much of that is hard to believe?

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

At Substack:

The video of this post is here.

As with my other post summaries, this post will only link to posts in the series. I began this series in September, with my heritage, early life, and how lonely my journey has been, as almost nobody can begin to understand it. My ancestors had some unbelievable experiences, such as when my grandfather was left for dead in a makeshift morgue in the trenches of World War I. I mentioned what inspired this series: briefly interacting with a naïve academic. My father had an extraordinary life, I was raised to be a scientist, but the event that began my awakening was when our family changed its diet to whole food to save my father’s health, which resulted in an “impossible” health miracle. It was my subtle introduction to the medical racket.

I then discussed my early experiences, including my first paranormal experiences, which ruined me as a scientist before my career even began. Brian O’Leary had nearly the identical experience five years later, which also ruined him as a mainstream scientist. I then had my first existential crisis at age 19, questioning whether I would become a scientist. I made a desperate prayer that was answered by a voice in my head that suggested that I study business, and I became a CPA.

Before my paranormal experiences, however, I got my first energy dreams when my mentor invented what was considered by a federal study to be the world’s best engine for powering an automobile, and a literal rocket scientist became its greatest champion. I eventually encountered others who got the voice in their head at critical, life-or-death, moments of their lives, including Dennis Lee.

I then lived through eight years of idealism and disillusionment. I got record test scores in college, but I saw how my department head was a little cynical about accounting soon before I graduated. In the first year of my career in Los Angeles, I asked what benefit my new profession provided to my society. Everybody laughed at my question, but the answer was that we provided no benefit to our society, which became evident several years later with the Savings and Loan Scandal. In those years, I also learned that a close relative was a CIA contract agent who worked for Henry Kissinger, when Kissinger had no official role with the American government, and he nearly tried to recruit me into the family “business.” I became quite the student of spirituality and had many unbelievable paranormal experiences in those years. But I was very unhappy in my career in Los Angeles, working in hellish Skid Row, among other events, and in early 1986, I made the second and so far last desperate prayer of my lifetime. That answer caused me to move a thousand miles away and immediately land in Dennis Lee’s company, and my wild ride began.

I then wrote about Dennis’s early experiences. He was raised as a migrant farm worker, left home at age 13, and was a Special Forces medic in Vietnam, where he was in combat, killing people. Dennis’s first religion was American nationalism, which went up in smoke in a bank lobby, soon after his Special Forces days, as he saw how a bank manager treated a starving family. Dennis nearly killed himself before a voice in his head stopped him, and he devoted the rest of his life to making the American ideal a reality.

Dennis helped the FBI bust mobsters in Alaska, survived two subsequent assassination attempts, and fled to New Jersey, where he attended college, at the top of his classes, as usual. His IQ is higher than mine. But on the brink of graduation, he became disillusioned with his studies and dropped out. Dennis is one of the greatest salesmen who ever lived, but he sold too much for the liking of Sears, he was fired, and he then began his entrepreneurial journey.

Dennis married a member of the Eastern Oligarchy and soon had a daughter who never left the hospital in her short life. Dennis started a home remodeling business that was wiped out in the USA’s Oil Crisis of 1973-1974. Dennis then had a bout of automatic writing in which he invented a business to unite the consumer in the marketplace and give them a voice. The Mob repeatedly tried muscling in, and Dennis survived another Mob hit attempt, but he survived it in a way that earned their “respect,” so they left him alone after that, or, at least, that family did. Dennis tried to give his failing business to Pat Robertson, who decided to invest instead, but then pulled out when his advisors said that Dennis’s program looked too much like a pyramid scheme (it was an early example of multilevel marketing).

After the failure of that company, Dennis got involved in the foam insulation business and tried to industrialize it. Dennis always thought big and had the talent to build companies with meteoric success. But that inspired greed in his business associates, who incessantly tried to steal Dennis’s companies and mobsters kept trying to muscle in. Dennis’s companies also displaced vested interests, so Dennis also began to experience organized suppression for the first time, and officials and the media were part of it, as they protected their patrons. As Ed Herman later stated, there is no such thing as a free market.

Just as some mobsters who stole Dennis’s company were going to break his legs, because the stolen company collapsed without Dennis there to run it, Dennis was “saved” by coming down with Guillain-Barré Syndrome, and he was paralyzed from the neck down. He was treated at a Veterans Administration hospital, where he was nearly killed three times by the hospital’s negligence, and he is a paraplegic today as a result.

While recovering from that ordeal, Dennis stumbled into the world’s best heating system. As with the foam insulation industry, the company that invented that heating system was stuck at the craftsman stage, and half of the buyers installed the system themselves as a kind of science project. Dennis immediately brought his marketing genius to the situation, sold hundreds at a time, and planned to carpet the USA with that heating system. He had American Express on the brink of a $1 billion deal to carpet the USA with that heating system, putting them on people’s homes for free, using Jimmy Carter’s tax credit, and the remaining balance would only be paid through energy savings. It is still the most brilliant and benevolent business strategy that I ever heard of. On the brink of the deal, the company that invented the heating system stole hundreds of thousands of dollars from Dennis, mobsters stole his company, and Dennis was once again left destitute, but that time with a wife and three children.

Dennis visited his family in his home town of Yakima, Washington, for Christmas in 1983. His youngest child died of crib death during that visit, and Dennis stumbled into another energy crisis. That one was because Washington’s electric companies floated billions of dollars of bonds to build nuclear power plants that were not completed, which triggered the biggest municipal bond default in American history to that time. Suddenly, the state with the world’s cheapest energy saw skyrocketing electricity prices, in a state where many homes heated with electricity. Dennis’s heating system would save them 85% of their heating costs, and he suddenly had a market for his equipment in his home state.

After wasting a year with an oligarch in Yakima, Dennis moved to Seattle, to make one last attempt to build an industry around that heating system before Carter’s tax credit expired at the end of 1985. Dennis naively believed the full-page ads that the electric companies were running, and thought that they would welcome him. But Dennis stumbled into a scam. The ads were to get all-electirc customers to switch to air-to-air heat pumps that would save them 50% of their electricity costs and sway them from converting to fossil-fuel heating. Dennis’s 85% savings were more than the electric companies had in mind. All that the electric companies saw was billions of dollars in lost revenue and 1985 was a year of fireworks as Dennis tried to carpet the Seattle area with his heating system as the electric companies and their minions tried to stop him every step of the way.

Dennis had a net worth of $50 million before the electric companies lowered the boom on Dennis’s company. One of Dennis’s employees died and Dennis survived a murder attempt himself. But he still installed 400 of his heating systems before the tax credit expired at the end of 1985. What happened in 1985 was the greatest attempt ever made to bring alternative energy to the American marketplace.

In early 1986, Dennis’s company was in its death throes, when I made my lifetime’s second desperate prayer, and I landed in the middle of Dennis’s company ten days later. Even I sometimes look back and wonder if it really happened that way. I was hired to reconstruct the company’s accounting records, to support Dennis’s attempt to keep the company alive. I got one paycheck before the company stopped making payroll, but I kept working for free for months, on fire, as I chased my teenage energy dreams.

I was there less than three months when my boss helped engineer the theft of the company, and watching the employees cheer the theft was my first big awakening moment with Dennis. Dennis was run out of the state, but I soon chased him to Boston, where I soon became his partner, as we began to chase free energy. Then my ride became very wild. New England’s electric companies were in an uproar about us, the global elite soon tried to buy us out, and I brought out my mentor to assess what we were doing.

Dennis soon moved our company to my home town, Ventura, California, to work with my mentor. Dennis soon found a marketing approach that worked, and millions of dollars soon began pouring in from across the USA. I was working 70-hour weeks again, to try to keep up with our explosive growth. Dennis periodically heard from a “White Hat” faction of the global elite. The “Black Hats” made the offer to buy our company in Boston for $10 million, and they were surely behind what happened in Ventura, as we were raided in January, 1988, with all of our technical material stolen by the sheriff’s deputies. It began going rapidly downhill for me, and I left the operation in May, soon before the CIA offered Dennis $1 billion to fold our operation. When Dennis refused, he was arrested with a $1 million bail a few weeks later, and my nightmare truly began.

Going bankrupt was the easy part of 1988 for me. I witnessed events that were hard to believe, even for me, and it all culminated with my day on the witness stand, as the prosecution tried to intimidate me as I testified. The next month, December, 1998, was the blackest month of my life, when killing corrupt officials seemed like a good idea. But I got over it and by January, 1989, I was going to do whatever I could to save Dennis. After reading his book, which was published in 1987, I met Gary Wean, whose advice was critical for what I chose to do: mortgage my life, to give Dennis a chance to live as a free man again. It worked, in the greatest miracle that I ever saw.

My series of posts then segued into a seven-part series (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) on Gary’s unbelievable experiences. Gary’s life was also hard to believe, as a World War II naval gunner who became an LAPD cop and a close friend of Audie Murphy. The escapades of Hollywood celebrities, politicians, and gangsters were part of Gary’s daily life. He regularly put Mickey Cohen under surveillance, repeatedly encountered Jack Ruby in 1946-1947, and had Cohen and Menachem Begin under surveillance in the late 1950s and early 1960s. Gary was there when Marilyn Monroe was introduced to Jack Kennedy. Monroe was being used as the bait for an intelligence-gathering and blackmail operation that Cohen and Begin used against JFK. Gary had Monroe’s home under surveillance on the night that she died, and Gary was sure that Monroe was murdered because she began talking.

Gary’s lasting claim to fame was his reporting on a meeting that he and Murphy attended, three weeks after the JFK assassination, with U.S. Senator John Tower. According to Tower, Lee Harvey Oswald was a military intelligence operative whom E. Howard Hunt recruited into a plan to stage a fake assassination attempt on JFK and frame Fidel Castro for it, to justify an invasion of Cuba. Hunt’s operation was interposed by unknown persons to turn a fake assassination attempt into a real one. Reading Gary’s book began my days of study, which have yet to end. Not only could I corroborate events that Gary reported in my home town, but between 1989 and 2001, when I published my cover-up essay, I spent a great deal of time comparing Gary’s testimony to the best JFK-assassination evidence. I never saw a convincing piece of evidence contradict Gary’s story, and when new evidence came to light, it always reinforced Gary’s reporting. Nothing confirmed Gary’s story more than the Operation Northwoods document, which was declassified in 1997, ten years after Gary published his book. The Northwoods document was authored by the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and it was a plan to stage fake terror incidents in the USA and frame Castro for them, to justify the invasion of Cuba. Gary’s account of the Tower conversation and the Northwoods document even had some of the identical language, such as fabricating a “Remember the Maine” incident. Both operations were going at the same time, although Northwoods likely never made it past the planning stage.

Today, the scenario that Gary reported, of Oswald, Hunt, the CIA, and Cuba, is the leading conspiratorial explanation of JFK’s murder (generally minus the interposed operation), but Gary’s testimony is almost completely ignored today. For me, we can stop right there: Oswald did not kill JFK, and it was all covered up by the federal government, with media complicity. Gary, being a policeman and detective, tried his hand at solving the crime and he identified Jewish mobsters, and Begin became Israel’s prime minister. My opinion is that Jewish mobsters were involved, from Ruby’s involvement alone, but if Israel was involved, they were likely more muscle than masterminds. If I had to bet, I would put my money on the Eastern Oligarchy and military-industrial complex. In any event, all post-JFK presidents were puppets and knew it. The American government has been a sham ever since JFK’s murder. I wrote an interlude of posts on the JFK hit, the evidence, and subsequent events (1, 2, 3, 4).

After springing Dennis from jail, it almost became fun for a while. My legal fund secured the USA’s leading constitutional attorney, and we had the spectacle of prosecutorial misconduct hearings, which the judge interrupted, to tell the prosecution that their case for fraud had fallen apart. But, in the end, there was too much pressure brought to bear, and the judge took Dennis’s attorney hostage, to compel Dennis to plead guilty to not filing a form. Dennis had appeal rights, which were basically that failing to file a form regarding an obscure law did not merit prison. The courts reneged on the deal, all the way to the USA’s Supreme Court, and Dennis was kangarooed into prison, where the officials repeatedly tried to get him murdered by the inmates, which nearly worked. Dennis got “lucky” and only had his fingers broken and teeth knocked out. I devoted a post to Dennis’s prison experience.

Soon before I left my home town in 1990, and I have not been back and do not plan to visit again, I heard of genuine free-energy technology for the first time, and it was far from the last time. A few years later, a close friend was kidnapped by a dissident faction of the global elite for an underground technology show, in which free-energy, antigravity, and other technologies were demonstrated.

The year after I heard about that genuine free-energy technology, I met Brian O’Leary, who identified the inventor, Sparky Sweet, in a few seconds. Brian also had a lifetime full of unbelievable experiences, beginning with being asked/ordered to go to Mars. His life was shortened in an incident that happened immediately after high-ranking military officials “offered” for Brian to join a classified UFO project. Brian came to believe that the incident was an attempt to murder him.

In my days of study, I soon encountered authors such as Ralph McGehee, Ed Herman and Noam Chomsky, and they also lived through events that can be hard to believe.

From 1990 to 1996, I supported my family and performed my studies. Dennis began barnstorming the USA in early 1996, right when Brian began his ride as the Paul Revere of Free Energy. It led to my short-lived second stint with Dennis, when we were subjected to a sting operation and likely other suppression activities. In 1997, I came back to Seattle, where I have tried to live a quiet life ever since.

The free-energy milieu is filled with national security actors, spooks, sting operations, and the like, all to prevent free-energy and related technologies from public awareness and use, generally performed on behalf of the global elite.

I spent several years studying, writing, hiring an editor, and producing the 2002 version of my website, which is largely as it stands today. In 2003, I co-founded the New Energy Movement with Brian, but I soon wanted out and quit in 2004, and Brian was kicked out soon afterward. My last post in the series was about events in the past generation, including the rise of Wikipedia, the COVID-19 pandemic, my “skeptical” stalker, becoming Brian’s and Ed’s biographer, and Ed introduced me to Sam Husseini, who became my friend. I saw that Sam got more than 4% of the vote yesterday in his run for Congress, for the best third-party showing in that district in a long time, maybe even a century. We’ll see what Sam does next.

What inspired this series of posts was an encounter with an academic who dismissed Gary’s testimony of the John Tower conversation on a flimsy pretext. It was a supposedly worldly academic who specializes in the “Deep State.”

I have witnessed all of the situations covered in this series of posts be greeted by denial, disbelief, and even aggressive attacks and fraudulent/idiotic debunking. One surprise during my journey was to find out how naïve scientists and academics could be. They basically sit in soft berths, insulated from the gritty realities of our world, and they will rarely step on elite toes (they often lick their boots, instead). Noam’s first political essay was on the responsibility of intellectuals (to call out elite hypocrisies and crimes), but his writings since then were filled with the failures of intellectuals to live up to that responsibility.

Humanity’s most important issues lie beyond the reach of nearly all scientists, academics, and other intellectuals, as they are virtually all limited and compromised, in one way or another, and they usually doubt and deny the many experiences that I have discussed in this series of posts, as do most people.

When I have stated that people can believe, deny, and justify anything, the common denominator is whether those stances serve their self-interest or not. People can believe anything, if it serves their self-interest, deny it if it doesn’t, and the justification is always about self-interested actions. Some rise above that benighted state, but they are relatively few among today’s humanity. This is why we are in this situation as a species.

Disillusioned idealists have had experiences that conflicted with their indoctrination and conditioning, and if they have learned those lessons, then the events presented in this series of posts will not seem so unbelievable. There is a reality chasm between those experiences and what officialdom and the popular culture will portray. Those disillusioned idealists are the single best group that I know of that can bridge that chasm, and I don’t ask anybody to rely on faith. I have been making videos of my posts for more than a year to help my readers cross that chasm, trying to become a real person for them. Overcoming reasonable doubt is enough for what I am attempting, and the people that I seek will recognize aspects of their journeys in mine and those in my circles. That is why I do what I do. We lived those events in this series of posts and then some.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

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The video of this post is here.

While writing my recent series on incredible events, I regularly left out incredible events, because there were so many of them. I will present an example from my trucking days. I wrote about my career’s epiphany, when I saw how to take my company paperless and improve the lives of millions. I lightly touched on it in my recent series. What I didn’t write about was a series of events that I wrote about in 2015. I’ll reproduce some of it here.

A friend that I have known since 1982 rode motorcycles as an adolescent in Chicago and moved to California in the 1970s, which is a motorcyclist’s paradise and home of the Hells Angels. Years after the incident that I describe below, my friend admitted to me that he was addicted to motorcycles, as it was still nearly all that he could talk about.

When he was in his 40s, in the early 1990s, he became a motorcycle courier in Los Angeles. Motorcycles could go between lanes and deliver faster than any other ground transport, but the risk to the couriers was insane. My friend dumped his bike once as a teenager, but never again until he became a motorcycle courier, when he dumped it three times in his first year.

He didn’t get the message and was hit by an 18-wheeler truck in a hit-and run incident. He was lucky to survive and is crippled to this day, at nearly 80 years old. Witnesses reported the trucking company that hit him to the police, but he was oblivious to the legal system and just wanted to be taken care of by workers’ compensation insurance. It kind of did, but he had many medical procedures related to the accident over several years.

During one visit with his workers’ comp attorney, his attorney asked why he had not sued the trucking company that hit him, and my friend replied that he didn’t know that he could. I believe that it was that attorney who took the case, and the attorney was rubbing his hands, looking for a slam-dunk big payday.

The case went to trial. I was in my trucking days when this all happened, and we talked regularly, as I advised him on what documents that trucking company would have, to establish the truck that hit him. This trial happened in Orange County, where he was hit, and in the middle of the trial, the judge dismissed the case, stating that there was no convincing evidence that that trucking company was the one that hit my friend.

With the case’s dismissal, my friend had to file for bankruptcy. A few months after the case was dismissed, my friend’s attorney got a call. It was from a man who had worked in the safety department at that trucking company. He said that the company’s safety department knew they that hit my friend that day, but company policy when hitting motorcyclists was to keep going. The motorcyclist would likely die and the company counted on nobody identifying and coming after the company. This was one of the largest trucking companies in the USA at the time.

I have written at length on the corruption in California, and this is just one more story. I’ll wager that the judge got a nice under-the-table payment from the trucking company for dismissing the case. Either the judge approached the trucking company or vice versa. In Gary Wean’s book, he discussed crooked judges that fixed cases for a fee. It is standard operating procedure in California.

I lived through and heard of too many stories like that in California. When I pass trucks from that trucking company, I give them a wide berth.

To cap it off on the incredible scale, when I told a childhood friend about my friend’s accident, when he came to Washington to backpack with me, he said that he thought that he knew whom I was talking about. He worked in the Orange County courts, he took papers from a motorcycle courier, and they talked about motorcycles, until my childhood friend heard of my friend’s accident. I showed that childhood friend the attached picture of us, and he said that it was him.

What are the odds of that? My life has been full of “coincidences” like that.

How hard is all of that to believe?

Best,

Wade