WADE FRAZIER : A Healed Planet

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

This will be a series of posts on why I am taking the approach that I am and why I do not have anything to do with today's FE field. This is going to seem to meander, but there is a method to my madness. I have to start at the beginning, which was my childhood, being groomed to be a scientist since at least as early as the third grade, and my first grade teacher remarked on my fascination with nature. My first professional mentor was a Tesla-like inventor, and I got my dreams of changing the energy industry at age 16, the same year as my mystical and cultural awakenings. That same year, Dennis was having his first business wiped out in the mayhem of the USA's first energy crisis. Brian O also began to get politically active around then, and he created the energy policy for a presidential candidate that looked remarkably like what the winner of that election unveiled.

Although we all three had precocious youths, Dennis's journey is really hard to believe. Brian O and I were groomed to be what we became, living in the idyllic post-war boom, but Dennis grew up as a migrant farmworker who was expelled from his home at age 13 because his family could no longer afford to feed him. He somehow survived to become an adult. He slept in the janitor's closet at his high school for two years, until he was discovered and expelled on the brink of graduation, and he then joined the army. He was a paratrooping medic with dreams of becoming a surgeon, but ended up in bloody combat in Vietnam. Dennis and Brian were flag-saluting patriots and idealists. After Vietnam, Dennis had his mystical awakening with his shotgun in his mouth, and survived mob hit attempts in Alaska, to flee to only end up in Mafia-central in New Jersey.

Dennis studied Utopian literature in college and lived amongst the Eastern Oligarchy. His Utopian dreams in college went up in smoke at a B.F. Skinner conference, and Dennis dropped out on the brink of graduation, after being a straight A student in his college years. While Dennis was in college, he worked as an aluminum siding salesman at Sears. He made more than the rest of his department put together, and he made more than the president of the university that he attended. Dennis made everybody else at Sears look bad with his efforts, so they fired him and he never worked as an employee again. He put his Utopian dreams into action by founding that homebuilding company. Beginning a business with no capital is no easy trick, but Dennis mastered the process over the years. After early disasters, partly because he hired his misfit brother to help him, Dennis was just getting his head above water when the energy crisis hit, and his suppliers illegally repossessed his materials from the house he was working on, and Dennis was driven out of business. To make matters worse, when his supplier illegally repossessed his materials, Dennis's checks began bouncing and Dennis naively pled guilty to fraud for bouncing those checks. It still stands as his only "criminal" conviction, which still haunts him.

After that fiasco, Dennis secluded himself in a room for a few days and came out with an extraordinary business plan that he said came to him as a form of automatic writing. Dennis did not take credit for it, and said that his "God" dictated it. His idea eventually reincarnated in watered down form as the Discover Card. Once again he started his business from scratch with no capital, in New Jersey of all places. The mob tried muscling in on his businesses several times and Dennis once again survived mob hit attempts, and the way that he survived the last attempt, he earned the Jersey mob's "respect" and they left him alone after that. Dennis has lived in New Jersey for the past 21 years, ever since he got out of prison, and the mob has still left him alone.

After Dennis tried giving away his savings card company to one of the USA's most famous televangelists (Dennis became a Christian during those card business days, and met his Jewish wife then, who became a Christian with him), the televangelist's lawyers did not like the business structure and pulled out after initially investing, and then the company collapsed.

Dennis once again started from scratch, and got into energy conservation on the Jersey Shore, selling low-flow shower heads to resorts. Before long, he got into the foam insulation business. In the wake of the energy crisis, Americans began to learn the virtues of energy conservation, and the new president declared a "War on Energy." At about the same time, a voice in my head, which responded to a desperate prayer, changed my studies from science to business. At about the same time, Brian's first marriage was falling apart as he burned himself out on the presidential campaign trial, and Brian began to teach at Princeton, and his astronaut and astronomer ways led him to proposing a space-based Utopia.

Brian and I were prodigies who enjoyed great grooming and training, while Dennis learned by the seat-of-the-britches. All these years, later, Dennis is still the greatest inventive genius that I have encountered in the business world. When he became involved in the foam insulation business, he encountered a fledgling industry stuck in the craftsman stage, and he set about to industrialize it, once again starting with no capital. Dennis and his wife lived in their offices for years, like Dennis once lived in the janitor's closet at his high school. That is how you do it when you start with no capital. They got dietary deficiency conditions and Dennis eventually lost all of his teeth, as part of the price of their journey.

You have to see Dennis in action to believe him. His business associates and the mob once again tried stealing his companies, and his associates were successful a few times, and this is when Dennis began encountering stupid greed. Dennis's unparalleled ability was the goose laying the golden eggs, and part of his act was making it look easy, so his business associates were constantly trying to steal the business, thinking that if they just slit Dennis's throat that the easy money would be theirs. What stupidity, and I saw it repeatedly when I was Dennis's partner a decade later. I was shocked the first dozen times or so that I witnessed it, but soon came to realize that I was just seeing the reality of American capitalism at the street-level.

Soon after business associates stole his company once again, and the mobster ring-leader had the roof collapse on his stupid head and he and his buddies were going to break Dennis's legs for him (blaming Dennis for the company's collapse after it was stolen from him is about the level of intelligence that mobsters are known for), Dennis became paralyzed with Guillain-Barré Syndrome and was nearly killed three times by the negligence of the staff at the Veteran's Administration hospital. His first surviving daughter (he lost one during his home-building stint) was born just as he became paralyzed, and he and his wife lived off of charity in flophouses. Although Dennis survived the hospital negligence, he is crippled to this day and has problems walking. I have wheeled him through airports in wheelchairs, but he generally just grits through it.

He was in a wheelchair, recovering from his paralysis, and got back into energy conservation when he stumbled into the LamCo heat pump. He bought another foam company, which was soon stolen from him once again, but it did not matter when he saw what he stumbled into with that heat pump. It was another fledgling industry stuck in the craftsman stage, with the company literally run by a cowboy. Dennis was the biggest thing to ever hit that industry. Dennis really just wanted somebody to be able to build and install them as fast as he could sell them. Dennis then unveiled what to this day is still the most brilliant business strategy that I ever saw. Carter's "War on Energy" led to a tax credit for energy innovation, and that novel heat pump qualified for the credit. Dennis came up with a plan to sell that heat pump to homeowners and place it on their homes for free. The customers paid the tax credit to the company, which they received back from the government when they filed their taxes. Dennis could build, sell, and install the heat pump for the $4,000 tax credit, and the remainder of the purchase price would only be paid from verified energy savings. It is the closest thing to "free energy" that has ever been on the world market.

Dennis's marketing plans were where the gold was, but his greed-blinded business associates never understood. All they saw was that if they just got rid of Dennis and sold the systems for cash, they would quickly get rich. What Dennis saw in his previous business ventures paled next to what he encountered with that heat pump. His associates constantly tried stealing his companies. Dennis would fly high for a while, and even lived in the Hamptons for a time, but then his associates and the New York mob stole his businesses, and that cowboy company founder even helped steal Dennis's company from him. In doing so, those greed-blinded idiots blew apart a billion dollar deal that Dennis had put together with a household name financial company. They were few and far between, but the chairman of the board understood Dennis's brilliant plan, and that company was about to invest $1 billion to carpet the USA with that heat pump and Dennis's marketing plan. That time, when his company was stolen by the mob and his business associates, some of whom Dennis and his wife took in, who later tried to murder Dennis and his wife, he and his wife were left with nothing but the clothes on their backs.

Dennis also began to industrialize the process of building and installing the heat pump, once again industrializing an "industry" stuck at the craftsman stage. Around that time, Dennis's first son was born, and Dennis took him to see his family in Yakima that Christmas. It was 1982, and I had just finished my first misadventure in Washington, trying to return to the state of my birth, too. I ended up crawling back to LA to begin my career, and then spent the three unhappiest years of my life, in my baptism by fire in the business world. Brian had moved to LA around the same time, as our paths kept crossing.

This all a prelude to our big adventures, and I'll save that for the next post. Time for work.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

OK, onward to more of the tale. I have written plenty on what I noticed that my fellow travelers had in common and what I am looking for. Brian, Dennis, and I were all overgrown Boy Scouts who had mystical awakenings, which led to our radicalization. Dennis had his awakening in the late 1960s, I had mine in 1974, and Brian had his in 1979 while performing the same exercise that I did, followed by a near-death experience a few years later. In late 1982, I had crawled back to California, defeated, Brian was working in LA for an aerospace firm, sharing an office with Buzz Aldrin and still advocating space colonies and asteroid mining, and Dennis arrived in his hometown of Yakima for Christmas, to introduce his family to his son.

While visiting his family, his son died of crib death. With everything that he owned being stolen in New York, including his company, Dennis and his wife found it hard to leave Yakima. Watery Washington State has many hydroelectric projects, and energy was the cheapest on Earth in Washington because of it. Brian helped throw cold water on the nuclear fever of the 1970s, but not before the Pacific Northwest electric companies floated billions of dollars of bonds to build five nuclear reactors. Like all nukes built back then, the costs were seriously underestimated, and only one of those reactors was built before it all came crashing down and caused the biggest municipal bond default in the USA's history to that time. Suddenly, the cheapest energy on Earth threatened to become a whole lot more expensive. Because of the cheap electricity, many homes and businesses heated with electricity, but electricity was projected to go from one penny for a kilowatt-hour to more than ten to pay for the mess. A 1,000% increase in energy bills was a little steep, and during that visit to his home state, Dennis saw full-page ads run by the electric companies encouraging conservation. Dennis's heat pump, replacing electric heating, would save 80-85% of the energy used. Dennis believed the ads, and figured that the electric companies would love him for bringing 85% electricity savings for heating. The reality was that the electric companies were playing the conservation game a certain way. They were selling homeowners heat pumps that got COPs of two, versus Dennis's heat pump that got a six. If the electric companies could induce homeowners to buy a typical heat pump, the homeowner would save 50% in electric heating costs. Dennis's 85% savings was more than the electric companies had in mind, but Dennis did not discover that for years.

If you study the human journey, you discover that elites are as old as civilization, and they became elites by controlling the first markets and skimming them. That practice has not stopped in the intervening millennia, and is basically how elites skim the gravy. As we eventually discovered, there are global elite, national elite, and local elite. The local elite in the USA are really not much different from feudal lords, and when Dennis hit Yakima and began snooping into opportunities for his heat pump in Washington, he quickly came to the attention of the local robber baron, who wanted to become Dennis's partner. In fact, he told Dennis that he would not sell anything in the area without that robber baron's approval. Dennis then wasted the next two years of his life working with that robber baron, who kept taking everything in the wrong direction. He was no entrepreneur. In late 1984, that robber baron began telling people that he did not need Dennis anymore, and that he had it all figured out.

When Dennis's business associates blew apart that billion dollar deal, the patent ended up at a bank in Seattle. It was building those heat pumps from the original patent, and the technology had advanced far past that patent, with more than a little help from Dennis. Some kid, straight out of engineering school, was building those heat pumps from the original patent. When the robber baron began telling people that he did not need Dennis anymore, Dennis quit, and took his family in a beat-up station wagon over the Cascades into Seattle, and the next year stands as the greatest effort yet made to bring alternative energy to the marketplace. Carter's tax credit was going to expire at the end of 1985, so Dennis had a little over a year to finally build an industry around that heat pump, which had been his goal for several years by that time. I have written about those days plenty and do not need to belabor them, but Dennis still thought that the electric companies would love him, and he did all that he could to attract their interest. They were interested all right, interested in wiping him out, and before 1985 was finished, they called in all their markers to wipe out Dennis's company. When a hit man who worked for the federal agency in charge of the hydroelectric projects in the Pacific Northwest was responsible for the death of one of Dennis's employees, Dennis had his first radicalizing moment in the energy industry. It was far from his last.

That voice in my head that changed my studies from science to business spoke up eight largely frustrating years later, when I once again felt backed into a corner, and I walked straight into Dennis's company the next week, as it was in its death throes, and the rest is history. He hired me the same day that he spoke at the Seattle Center in front of a thousand people, to announce his declaration of war against the electric companies, and produce electricity, to compete with them. As I write about these events, I still have a hard time believing that they really happened, and I lived them. I worked for three months, largely for free, as it turned out, reconstructing the company's books. After my boss engineered the theft of Dennis's company, I was still friendly with him, and eventually signed an affidavit for him on the accuracy of the financial statements that I produced. I had many sobering moments (1, 2, 3) in those few months working for Dennis in Seattle, but Dennis could not get rid of me and I chased him out to Boston to rebuild the effort. The day after I arrived, Dennis began thinking in terms of free energy, and I soon became his partner. We had unwittingly walked right into the middle of another nuclear energy controversy, and my learning curve began to become steep. New England's electric companies considered working with us, but the authorities were also sharpening their axes, and we moved away to my home town, because of me, although the last place that I wanted to see again was Southern California.

Then the fireworks really began. Mr. Mentor came forward with a proposal to marry his engine with Dennis's heat pump, to produce free energy, and then Victor Fischer came forward with his own hydraulic heat engine, and we were suddenly flying very high. Then Godzilla lowered the boom on us. I now know that the "innocuous" offer of $10 million for our bright idea in Boston was Godzilla's first entreaty. A year later, he added a couple of zeroes to the offer and had the CIA deliver it. When Dennis refused the offer, he was in jail a month later with a million dollar bail. I do not need to go into chapter and verse, as my writings do that, but 1988 was the worst year of my life, by far. At the end of the year, I decided to do whatever I could to save Dennis's life, and I mortgaged my life in a quixotic gesture to give Dennis a snowball's chance, and it worked, in the greatest miracle that I ever witnessed. I was only 30 when I sacrificed my life, so was young and resilient enough to recover, but it ended up costing Mr. Professor his life, who was really the hero of what happened in Ventura. When the dust finally settled in 1990, just before I moved away with my new wife and put her through graduate school in Ohio, I was radicalized and learned the most important lesson of my journey: personal integrity is the world's scarcest commodity. As I staggered away from my home town, I hit the books, trying to understand what I had lived through. Dennis tried to get me to go back to work with him the day he got out of jail, but I was not interested, and he kept working on me for several years. After five wearying years as a trucking company controller, Dennis was flying high again and finally recruited me to go back to work with him, and Godzilla raised the game to a new level, and I nearly went to prison for my trouble.

I have had too many close calls and am trying to live the quiet life anymore. But in 1991, a few weeks before I began that trucking company controller gig, I met Brian at a new science conference, and it is a golden memory. Not long after that, the USA's military tried to kill Brian as he snooped into the UFO issue, and the attack ruined his health and shortened his life. I became Brian's biggest fan five years later, as he became the Paul Revere of FE, and five years after that, Brian and I traded notes, and he told me how his ride went. He openly wondered if humanity was a sentient species. I sadly understood. Two years later, Brian asked me to help him found the New Energy Movement, and I funded them for their first year. That was a fiasco, not the least of which was the speaker that we lined up for our conference being murdered a few days after he committed to us. Brian immediately began planning his move to South America, where he spent the rest of his life, and he was soon booted out of the New Energy Movement by the very people he invited in to help him. It was a familiar story, and it was not the only organization that Brian founded, to only be kicked out of. It was a lower-level version of what Dennis repeatedly experienced as his companies were stolen.

Again, as I write this, it feels like taking War and Peace and turning it into a one-page magazine article, but there are some points that I want to make, and these posts present the prelude. I will show why I no longer have anything to do with the FE field today, but I am going to tell that story over this weekend, and it might slip into next week. We will see, but for now, this tired hombre is going to bed.

Best,

Wade

[Nine]

Dearest tired hombre...

I believe that free energy comes from rest and relaxation...and a hike in nature...a long one...a marathon one... a mega one...

Did you know that a reasonably fit human can cover a distance of 200 miles upon a humble bicycle in twelve hours or less?

However, I posted this upon a site that I read...if I got anything at all wrong just kill me...




"Hi OWON... Many folks on the web read a site called VT run by a man called Gordon Duff... Many claim that America needs a revolution...maybe so...but to what? I would say...better the devil you know...as it were... and this one is for John... Maybe 1776 was not the greatest idea in the world after all.... however the American constitution is one of humanities greatest documents but of course all great works of literature have flaws... No matter who ran the North American continent the Indigenous folks would have been murdered...No?? All for the land and the resources and all fresh land makes the first to arrive the richest.... OWON, your last few posts have been some of your best.... And so as I believe, as I see things, the adults of the house who are a we bit older need to reign things in a we bit.... and of course it would be nice indeed if just a tiny bit of the restricted tech could be released especially in the area of Energy..."


There are some connected folks who read this site along with a bunch of schlebs like me...

This is my first post with this type of theme with folks like this...

I have simply great respect for many on this site...

thanx Wade


Nine

[Wade Frazier]

Good luck with that, Nine. Maybe you will help somebody think about FE, but don't count on it. Very few fish in that sea.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

In summary, I began my energy journey with the scientist's/inventor's orientation, then that voice changed my studies from science to business, and I developed the businessman's perspective. Then I met Dennis and my education really began.

There is another interesting connection that I have not publicly mentioned before. When Dennis was in the army, he debated temperature and energy with one of his fellow soldiers for months. Brian O met Sparky Sweet during his astronaut days, long before either one of them even thought about FE. My. Mentor first envisioned his engine in 1968. I was only ten at the time, and was not thinking in terms of energy yet, but the germ of our energy journeys all began at about the same time, in 1966-1968.

Dennis obviously had the businessman's approach, and you can tell from my narrative that Dennis did not begin thinking of FE until after I met him. It may seem elementary, but what it is a business? It is an economic organization devoted to providing some kind of good or service to others outside of the organization, for a price. The business's goal is to take in more money than goes out, to compensate the business owner for his/her efforts and the risk taken. In the classic conception, the money comes in from customers, investors, and lenders, and goes out to wages, materials, rents, interest, and profits. Businesses usually need tools to start, and that means capital. Usually, the capital is contributed by the owner, but often the capital is borrowed by the owner from a lender. That is known as leveraged capital, where the true equity (the owner's stake) is less than the contributed capital. It should be obvious in all of that who owns what is simply the exchange aspect of economics, and what is important from a macroeconomic perspective is that people received the goods or services that they need, and the people providing them should be fairly compensated, from the workers to the owners. There are other ways to organize economic production, such as governments and charities. Businesses are just one way to do it, and in the USA, in the heart of capitalism, businesses are the dominant producers, not governments or charities.

As Dennis got out in the world, he worked in businesses and soon became an entrepreneur. For him to gravitate to anything else in the USA's economy would have been unusual. He worked for the government as a soldier, became a Christian during his early days in business, and tried the non-profit and charity route more than once, but business is where he made things happen, primarily because people were really only attracted by their self-interest. Buying equipment that saved on their energy bills, or the business opportunities that came with providing that equipment, was where the action always was.

But Dennis was a highly unusual businessman, in many ways. One was that he was the most ingenious marketer that I ever saw, and he was deeply involved in developing the technologies that he sold. He industrialized the fledgling industries that he became involved with, and he had an incredible ability to start businesses with virtually no capital. When he drove over the Cascades to Seattle, that fateful autumn day in 1984, he had two small children, a wife, no place to sleep, and $20 in his pocket. Less than a year later, his stake in his company was worth $50 million. About a year after that, he was run out of his home state with little more than the clothes on his back. That kind of boom/bust journey was typical with Dennis. The bust was rarely because the business honestly failed, but because his business associates would steal his companies and wreck them, or the various vested interests would wipe his companies out. I saw strange combinations of both during my days with Dennis. Dennis would rebuild his effort from the ashes each time it was stolen or wiped out. It was something to behold. I helped him rebuild a few times, and watching him in action was incredible and one of the greatest privileges of my life.

Of course, Dennis was not motivated like "normal" businessmen, in the thrall of greed all-too-often, and his business plans were so ingenuous and so differently motivated from that of "normal" businessmen that almost nobody could comprehend it. Dennis was operating under a different paradigm, and people outside the paradigm could not begin to comprehend what Dennis was doing. While his marketing plan for his heat pump is still the most brilliant approach I ever saw, his business associates virtually never understood. They became mesmerized by the technology and went for the quick kill. Every time that his business associates stole his companies, not only did they quickly discard Dennis, but they also discarded his "crazy" marketing plans, tried to sell the systems for cash, and promptly all went out of business, usually while peeling every scrap from the carcass of Dennis's company that they could as it went down. I have called it mindless greed, and it is endemic in American capitalism. The most common excuse that Dennis heard from those screwing him was like the mob's: "It is nothing personal, just business."

While I was with Dennis, I saw bizarre combinations of greed, fear, and mindlessness. When my boss engineered the theft of Dennis's company in Seattle, it had already been wiped out by the electric companies and was on its last legs. When I signed that affidavit in the lawyers' offices, attesting to the profits that company made (if the customers paid what their heat pumps saved in energy costs) in that tumultuous year, he showed me a glossy brochure that they made for the heat pump, and I am sure that they were going to sell them for cash, if the entire play was not a scam in the first place, where they took investor money and ran. Really, how stupid could they be? Did they really think that the electric companies would let them sell that heat pump to the public? What made Dennis's plan so explosive was doing it in an all-electric market with a tax credit that allowed him to put it on people's homes for free. The tax credit had expired, and Dennis was never able to mount another effort like it. I had actually joined up with Dennis after he had already done his most interesting work. Everything that he ever did after that, even chasing after FE, was a poor cousin to what he did with that heat pump and that marketing plan.

In Boston, when Dennis began making FE noise, he did stuff like "hire" salesmen for the heat pump, who paid $1,000 for the privilege of being trained. He made other waves, but nothing like what he had going in Seattle. In Ventura, he began selling plans to sell, make, sell, and install the heat pump, while using the "bait" that we were working on FE. I really did not like the plan, and it eventually became one of the reasons why I am no longer with Dennis. I liked what he was doing a lot more when he was selling equipment to the public and not business "opportunities." To be fair to Dennis, he strongly suspected that it would not work without him there to lead the way, as only somebody with Dennis's gumption and talent could make the heat pump business happen. He had already demonstrated that. A hundred businesses came and went before Dennis's Seattle days, and none of them could solve the riddle except for Dennis. Like the FE field today, that heat pump "industry" was stuck in arrested development, with cowboys, scientists, tinkerers, gawkers, and others who never got past the initial stages. When his business associates stole his company and blew that billion dollar deal apart with that household name financial company, it was really a typical situation in the American capitalist shark tank, where greed is a virtue. Dennis was an anomaly in far more than one way.

After they cleaned out my office in the raid, I worked with no records. Any businessman knows that surviving an event like that is nearly impossible, but we kept on trying. When I became the star witness at the preliminary hearing, which was the radicalizing moment of my life, the prosecution asked me what the revenues were for our Ventura operation, and I estimated $2 million. As my wife saw, Mr. Deputy and the cub reporter had their biggest reactions to my testimony when I said that, and it was in the next day's article.

Here is where I will begin to take the narrative to where I will make my points why I do not have anything to do with the FE field and do not want to. Almost nobody in the field today has the right stuff. When that article was published the day after my testimony, the paper made the bogus point that I have seen directed at Dennis for many years by many unscrupulous people. I lived with Dennis and his family for a year, and have slept in his home numerous times over the years. Everything he owns has been bought in thrift shops and from junkyards, and he lost his teeth because he could rarely afford any dental care: it would have taken away from the cause. Again, you have to see him to believe him, but that $2 million of gross revenues was used to make the case that Dennis had somehow squirreled away $2 million. Only supremely ignorant, stupid, or dishonest people can make that case, but I have watched innumerable people do that over the years. Anybody who equates gross revenues with profit is an idiot or dishonest and hopes that they can dupe stupid or ignorant people. The way that any business works is that it takes in money, runs the business off of it, buying labor, materials, renting equipment and facilities, and so on, and what is left over, if anything, is profit. In an extremely successful business, the profit ratio might be as high as 10% of revenues, which means the gross revenues that the owner retains after all the bills are paid. Saying that Dennis "stole" the gross revenues of his business is like saying that his business's profit margin was 100%. It is hard to even respond to that kind of idiocy, which is on par with not being able to add two-plus-two, but I have constantly had to hear and read that kind of argumentation, but it gets far worse with Dennis's critics. I will be making more posts on what profit means, what capital means, and what "raising money" means. Dennis's critics, when they are not just making up lies out of the thin air, do not seem to understand the distinction between revenues, profits, and raising capital. It is all so elementary that it is kind of sickening to even have to write about the distinctions, but I have seen many of Dennis's critics and their audiences unable or unwilling to make the distinctions, as they attack Dennis for "stealing" from his customers or investors, and cannot even really add two-plus-two, and many are so-called smart people, such as scientists and "skeptics." It was one of the more amazing aspects of my journey to see such people make those statements, but what was more amazing was how people in the FE milieu embraced those liars and their lies, and again, supposedly smart people like scientists and government officials.

Time for work.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

OK, on the distinction between revenues and capital. Revenues are what you get by selling a good or service. Capital actually has various definitions. In the Marxian definition, capital is a set of goods, materials, and the like that can be used to produce sellable goods and services. The claim on that capital (such as money) is what most people think when they think of capital: not the physical capital, but the claim on it. In the capitalist world, "raising capital" generally means raising money, which has an equity claim on the assets of the enterprise. On Wall Street, raising capital means raising money, usually by selling stock. There are other ways to "raise money" besides selling stock, and these days, borrowing money is all the rage, with the Fed holding interest rates at zero. It has created another bubble that is going to collapse, but that is a discussion for another time.

So, "raising money" in its essence means taking in money and not providing any goods or services, but selling a claim on the business's assets. There is a gray area of selling franchises, dealerships, and the rest, where the "sale" is one of opportunity, where the buyer can set up a McDonald's restaurant with the blessing and help of McDonald's corporate. Dennis sold business opportunities, and selling business opportunities means a capital raise, to the extent that they are selling something beyond goods. When we sold kits in Ventura to make, sell, and install the heat pump, we were selling business opportunities, but I am guessing that our direct costs of making and delivering those kits was around half of the sales price. If somebody wants to say that Dennis "raised" $2 million in the Ventura operation, I can get with that, but it certainly does not mean that he pocketed $2 million. In fact, by the time he was arrested, the company was nearly broke, and when the company's doors were closed a month later, the employees were owed one week's wages that was never paid, and I got stuck with $27,000 of company charges on my American Express card that drove me into bankruptcy. That $2 million was all gone.

When Dennis was in the heat pump business, in Seattle and the East Coast, he never "raised money," but sold systems at a healthy profit. In Seattle, about the only money besides equipment sales that came into the company was when Mr. Financier's finance company paid $1 million to get those systems installed before the tax credit expired. So, there was not really any "money raised" in Seattle, nor on the East Coast, when Dennis was in the heat pump business. When he had his savings cards company, he once again started with no capital, and the "capital" was created by stretching out his creditors who supplied the business. Dennis had that company $1 million in debt when he tried to give it to the Christian community, and one of the leading televangelists became Dennis's partner, invested $150,000, and then pulled out when his lawyers did not like Dennis's multilevel marketing plan, as it could be construed to be a pyramid scheme (of course, it wasn't). There were some other investors in the early days of that company, and let's say that maybe Dennis raised $250,000 or so.

In Boston and Ventura, Mr. Professor and I were Dennis's investors, and together we put in maybe $250,000, most of that being Mr. Professor, and the $50,000 I borrowed for Dennis's defense.

When Dennis tried that Madison Avenue approach in the early 1990s, he was selling business opportunities, and that was the only time in 20 years when I was not his accountant, but I am sure that he took in less than $1 million for that operation. When he was flying high in 1996, he may have taken in $2 million in capital for dealership sales. Then he eked by after that on not much, like maybe $250,000 per year in dealerships and the like. He was also selling products, and that does not count as "raising money," like his heat pump sales were not raising money.

If I add up all of his activities from 1975 to 2000, he raised less than $10 million over those years, and more like $5 million. I signed an affidavit for the Seattle operation's financial statements and testified in court on the revenues of the Ventura operation, and did Dennis's accounting for the high-flying days after he got out of prison. There is nobody on Earth more qualified than me to say how much Dennis "raised" over the years, particularly in Seattle and Ventura, which is when the fireworks and controversy took place.

One reason why I became Brian's biggest fan was that he was about the first person who I had seen write about Dennis and not lie about him. Five years later, around when I was in the California governor's office with Brian, one of the leading voices in the FE field wrote an article, and he had this to say about Dennis:


"Then there are the out right con men. In the last 15 years, there is one person in the USA who has raised the free energy con to a professional art. He has raised more than $100,000,000, has been barred from doing business in the state of Washington, has been jailed in California, and he's still at it."


The man who wrote that is a scientist with a Ph.D. Accounting is been called the language of business, and math is called the language of science, for the same reason. Numerical information is fictional, but can supposedly represent the real world. Einstein worked without math whenever possible, as he was keenly aware of its limitations. The map is not the road. But if a scientist is going to present numerical information, he has a professional responsibility to be as accurate as possible regarding any presented numbers. It is elementary scientific ethics, which have been disregarded many times in the history of science, but there is an ideal of treatment that scientists are supposed to aspire to.

So, did Dennis "raise" "more than $100 million," or was it more like $5 million? Of course, only $5 million takes the wind out of the sails of that salacious paragraph. I know how I got my answer, and when I read it back in 2001, it was just one of the innumerable lies that I had seen written about Dennis, and I ignored it. As I have written plenty, I have been given that essay around 20 times since I first read it as an example of great writing on the FE issue! Some people gave it to me more than once, believe it or not. What that scientist did is called criminal libel. That $100 million number was the only number in his essay, too. Of the innumerable lies that Mr. Skeptic told, he actually never stooped as low as that scientist did.

Names are not important, but that scientist's name is easily discovered. I just saw an ad for his new FE book just last week. He is one of the leading talking heads in the FE field today.

I did my best to ignore the guy, but I could not avoid when people kept handing me that libel tract as a great example of writing on the FE issue, and it gets a lot worse. In early 2003, as I had a front-row seat to the American invasion of Iraq, one of the leading New Age dudes out there, who had a pretty high profile in American government for a time, invited me into his effort to educate the public, and he told me that my information and analysis was the best that he knew of. I looked at his site, and it had an FE section in it, but it featured that scientist and his libelous essay about Dennis. I replied I could not join an effort that libeled Dennis. That New Age dude then wrote a two-page version of that ten-page essay, to take out the libel of Dennis, in the hope that I would then join his organization. But he left up the libelous one and I told him that was not enough. He actually tried to mediate between me and that scientist, to somehow calm the waters, and my reply was that there was nothing to say. That scientist could either support his $100 million number or retract it.

I then wasted a couple days of my life writing an inside account of my days with Dennis, to help educate that New Age dude, and his reply was that if Dennis and I were so talented, he could not imagine why we would not be successful at bringing FE to the world. Yes, people can really be that stupid. To this day, that libelous essay is proudly displayed on the New Age dude's site, and I just saw him promoted recently as the single best resource on the Internet for educating the public. I almost do not know what to say when I see stuff like that.

But it gets worse with that scientist. A few months after wasting my time with that New Age dude, Brian invited me to help found NEM. I accepted, but at our third board meeting, the one where we decided to ask Eugene Mallove to speak at our conference, and he was murdered less than a week later, one of the board members literally handed me that two-page version of that ten page libelous essay! I blew my stack. Not only that, most of NEM's board knew that libelous scientist and they wanted him to be a speaker at the conference, and I was the person funding NEM at the time! Imagine that, me paying to have this guy speak.

Again, the primary lesson of my journey was that personal integrity is the world's scarcest commodity, and I learned it in the FE trenches. Believe me, criminals have no business trying to make FE happen. The saints barely have a prayer. There we were, barely getting off the ground, and the board was inviting criminals into our organization (that scientist was not the only one, and I knew they were criminals when I knew that they were lying about Dennis). We were doomed, and I tried to educate the board on the integrity issue, and not one of them, even Brian, really understood. I then wanted out, and that was even before Mallove's murder. Brian begged me to stay, and I then spent $15,000 on NEM after that, funding them, even though I knew the effort was doomed. I get hit with that libelous essay about once a year these days.

A few years ago, Foster Gamble issued the movie Thrive. I did not think it was very good, but when I went to the Thrive site, guess what essay topped their FE section? I actually wrote to Foster's organization more than once, to let them know that their "carefully vetted" site was publishing libelous information. They made one change, seemingly in response to me (I never heard back from them), when they removed the word "excellent" in describing that essay. A couple of years ago, somebody close to me contacted Foster's crew and asked about that essay and Dennis, and after some initial backtracking and obfuscation, they came out and endorsed that essay, and strongly hinted that they thought that Dennis was a criminal. It is Ethics 101 that you do not use known lies to portray somebody in unflattering fashion, and Foster, that New Age dude, and many others spectacularly failed the integrity test, and these are prominent talking heads in the FE field and among those promoting it.

That is probably the most peculiar story that I have, to show how few in the FE milieu have the right stuff, either being criminals, supporting the criminals, and failing to understand that criminals do not have a prayer of making FE happen, no matter how many letters are after their names and no matter how smart they may seem.

But that is far from the only story like that, I am sorry to say. Another one of the prominent talking heads in the FE field today embraced Mr. Skeptic as his good buddy while he simultaneously disparaged and attacked Brian. It was mind-boggling. I really could go on for days with examples like that, but I really do not want to spend too much time on that tawdry subject. If a person does not have any personal integrity to begin with, they sure do not have a prayer of helping along an FE effort, and will instead help take it down from the inside. Brian O was among those who really did not understand the integrity issue and FE, and not long after I quit, the NEM board kicked Brian out of NEM. I was about the only person at NEM who acquitted himself honorably, and Brian eventually understood and came back into my life years later, and told me that I was the only person in the FE field that he trusted. Believe me, it gave me no pleasure to hear that. But that is why I don’t have anything to do with the FE field today. Dennis and Brian should be the patron saints of FE, but instead they were libeled and dismissed, and when a new aspirant appears on stage and announces that he is the Messiah, he actually gets a following instead of laughter.

All of the failed approaches to making FE happen are mainly due to people not having the right stuff, not the organized suppression. The people in the FE milieu are their own worst enemies, and the FE field as presently constituted does not have a prayer.

Best,

Wade

[Nine]

Wade,

Your last few posts are massive.

I will need time to go through all the links and do the reading...

You are correct on the issue of friends and family and that no one is home but I speak a lot in new age terms so in that there is probable deniability....

People who are perceptive will get what you are talking about...

thanx

Nine

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Nine:

The only people that I seek are perceptive. They have a thirst for the truth, they are not willing to settle for the easy answers, they are willing to do the work, etc. Nothing less will get them to where I need them to be, if they are going to help this along.

I have written it before plenty, that the kinds of people that we were attracting – people looking for business opportunities, people looking to save on their energy bills, people flipping through the channels late and night, and so on – did not have the right stuff to help. They were not there to help, but to be helped.

Dennis sold business opportunities, he got Christians involved, he got involved in the Patriot Movement. Those approaches catered to the three main population management ideologies in the USA. Those are the same ideologies used by Godzilla and friends to control the masses, and we were going to use them to free people? I witnessed how futile that was. The people attracted by those methods were more harm than good.

With Brian, I saw different approaches. Brian spent years traveling the world, visiting FE labs. While he definitely saw the Real McCoy at times, such as with Sparky, inventors tinkering in their labs were not getting it done, and those who came up with something were sitting ducks. I already knew most of that, from my adventures, but Brian's experiences helped me see that the scientific establishment was another dead end, trapped by self-serving uncaringness, ideological blinders, naïveté, and so on. When Brian began openly wondering if humanity was a sentient species, I sadly understood.

My approach has been a lifetime in coming, after all the trial and error that I have been through, what Dennis and Brian went through, etc. I am looking for very specific people, and when I mentioned my approach to Dennis and Brian, they both immediately understood that I was doing something different, and Brian was planning on promoting my approach before he died.

I do not expect this to go fast. I have lived too many times through the "bait and momentum" approach, as we tried to round up people who were there for all the wrong reasons. The efforts usually collapsed before any organized suppression needed to be applied. Those posts that I just made gave a brief overview of why the FE field today is worthless for trying to make FE happen. There are some people in the field with the right stuff, but it is only a few, and part of what I am doing is building a worthy vessel for them to use. But that building has barely begun. The only way that vessel will be built is by people with the right stuff willing to do the work. My curriculum will work, for people with the right stuff. The problem is finding people with the right stuff. They do not have to have the Dennis or Brian levels of the right stuff – there are only a handful of people on Earth today like that – but enough to be able to shed their conditioning, do the work, imagine abundance, and be able to sing the song. That is truly all that I am trying to accomplish, but that may be able to blow down Jericho's walls, so to speak. I know that I seek needles in haystacks, but they can get it done, and not risk their lives in the process. I have budgeted the rest of my lifetime's spare time to finding and training them, and we will see how it goes.

Time to go hiking.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Quickly, before I get to chores, the point of writing why I am taking my approach and why I don't have anything to do with the FE field today is to help the people I seek get past it. Today's FE field is a huge, time-wasting rabbit hole, which has been in arrested development for longer than I have been alive.

That scientist who shamelessly lied about Dennis is just one of many scoundrels like him. It is hard to overstate his crime, and it was dismaying how I watched people make excuses for him. If you are dishonest, the rest does not matter, but people with integrity issues themselves cannot seem to understand, and all of them, both the liars and their enablers, have no business whatsoever being in the FE field. Only saints have any business trying, and the innumerable criminals in and around the milieu will never come close to doing anything productive, and some are on Godzilla's payroll, like Bill the BPA Hit Man was, and as Mr. Skeptic probably was.

That scientist's entire essay falls flat if he cannot make the sensational charge that Dennis bilked the public out of more than $100 million, and he knows it. I signed an affidavit on the Seattle financial statements and testified in court about the Ventura revenues, and those are the two situations that that scientist specifically cited in making his $100 million claim and trying to legitimize what the authorities did in Seattle and Ventura. I know that the real number, even adding in Dennis's 1990s activity, is more like $5 million. But the truth won’t sell that scientist's sensational attack on Dennis, so when challenged to provide support for his number or retract it, he and his pals gave me the finger, and they are leading voices today in the FE field. That situation is not unusual, I am sorry to say.

Again, I have been seeing that kind of behavior since the day I met Dennis, when I literally sat behind Bill the Hit Man's lawyer as he heckled Dennis with lies. I actually attended the trial several months later, and saw how it was all a bunch of lies. I saw the media smearing Dennis with lies a couple of weeks after I met him, and that was just the warmup. I eventually saw how the media can just make it up as it goes. I saw it many times, even at other companies that I worked for. Mr. Skeptic made a career of being on national TV shows that smeared Dennis.

As I have stated many times, my target audience has to have had some kind of awakening experience, otherwise they are completely trapped by their indoctrination and conditioning, and as Brian said, they are not sentient beings. They have to be awake and do the work, which is hard work, otherwise they surf YouTube and think it is "research." I am not looking for YouTube surfers. The curriculum that I offer my readers is not particularly intellectually challenging, but it does challenge a great deal of what people think they "know" about how the world works. Just today, I had to hear a friend go on about the coming presidential horserace, which will likely come down to Hillary and Jeb, surreally, and I tried to tell that friend for probably the fiftieth time that it does not even matter who the president is, as he/she will be a puppet of some pretty immense forces, and even those puppeteers are not at the top of the heap. Retail politics is pure illusion, but people think it matters.

The people that I seek have to raise their games way above all of that drivel and distraction. Otherwise, they will advocate the same suicidal approaches that so many have taken, as they wrecked and lost their lives.

I am doing something different, and the sooner my readers get past thinking that Messiahs, liars, and other assorted criminals and their enablers can help make FE happen, the better.

Best,

Wade

[Nine]

Wade,

I am still going through posts 4901 and 4902 and the stuff is simply increadable such as Mr. Mentors engine and the organized suppression!

I don't know if you have heard of a blogger by the name of Jean Haines but she has been blogging for years upon new age stuff and the past couple of years upon that fellow godzilla...

Her belief was that if we expose him for what he is then the world must of course change and so she was sadly very dis abused of those notions and closed that blog and started a new one with a new mission of co-creating our own reality and so that I can go along with...

I posted on a fine article by one of her contributors about the Ra material and a few other channalers and the future of conscientiousness and again she is into the Nibiru stuff and the hidden history of our planetary adventures...as it were...however most of the material is excellent and so to the point when one has read your fine essay one can put things like this in their proper perspective Wade...

Yet the people she attracts to her blog are fine folks just like come to project Avalon and so I have simply great love and respect for these folks and after all New Agers and Born again Christians have much in common and so great love can cover great sins...as it were...

I prefer to gently cover the sin and gently prod to the truth wherever that might lay...

My response to a post of hers...

https://jhaines6a.wordpress.com/2015...1/#comment-210

Well back to my studies since I am behind...

thanx

Nine

[Nine]

Wade,

And the bombshell was when Mr. Mentor threw in with Lee's heat pump to produce free energy...

Get it....WoW!!!

I am still terrified of these people Wade...

you got focked over worse than anybody that I have ever heard of...

I would say that your still in the game cause you are called to be in it....

With the Evangelicals there is a Bible verse from Jesus...whomever he was...that says "many are called and few are chosen"

Whom made that call?....hell if I know...

thanx Wade


Nine

[Nine]

Gosh Wade,

I was simply thinking about truth...

What really is the truth?

And so that is another reason why folks that read your site like close to 800000 of them have? One would think that if I am one of the few that have actually read and dared to post about your great essay that that is insane?

It is insane as is your story...

Its not censorship as some alt bloggers post about...and its not about the "End Times" and I don't have enough time to post or it is the end of times and the meme's are somewhat true and it is over...

What is the New Age but rehashed evangelicalism...

the saved and the unsaved...

the in group and the out group and so many try to Dennie the holocaust...

thanx

Nine

[Limor Wolf]

Posted by Nine (here)

What really is the truth?

Well, here are a few crumbs

“When you don’t have honesty in love then there is no communication. Honesty is improvisation of the heart; anything less is a well thought out and a rehearsed script.”

― Shannon L. Alder

The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.

-Kent. M Keith

“If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.”
― Virginia Woolf

“The real things haven't changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures; and have courage when things go wrong.”

― Laura Ingalls Wilder

“Freethinkers are those who are willing to use their minds without prejudice and without fearing to understand things that clash with their own customs, privileges, or beliefs. This state of mind is not common, but it is essential for right thinking...”

― Leo Tolstoy

Good things come to those who wait.”
― Jess C. Scott, The Intern




Many good blessings ~

Limor

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I have a busy week ahead of me, and am editing my big essay. It looks like I will get it done this month, at the rate I am going (I am past the Domestication Revolution chapter, finally - whew! ). I am up to nearly 900 references. It is a better essay that does more justice to some important topics. It is also a little more readable. This may be my last significant revision for years. Again, I see that essay as an online textbook that will get periodic revisions, like college textbooks, mostly to reflect the newest scientific findings.

Probably my best response to Nine and Limor for now is that last night I was challenged about Dennis's integrity, and my reply is here. I'll briefly say that exposing Godzilla will not work and operates from the victim mindset. He is definitely real and plays his games, but can only be made obsolete by an awakened humanity that lives in love and abundance instead of fear and scarcity. As far as I have seen, only FE can do that. Any approach truly rooted in love and truth has a chance, and I am trying what I can. Where people get into trouble in the FE field is laboring under delusions that they are not ready to give up. That is a potentially deadly affliction in the FE field.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Quickly, before I go out the door to my busy week, I ended that post on Dennis with the observation that the FE field is not safe to play in. I constantly get FE newbies surfing the Internet, even going to FE conferences and the like, and I have long used a YouTube clip as the allegory of the FE field, and it is still the best two-minute summary that I know of. It is of Monty Python's killer bunny. That bunny does not just represent Godzilla and his minions. It also represents the technical and monetary hurdles, it represents the betrayals of one's allies, as everybody turns into orcs coveting the One Ring, and so on. If people watch that clip with a little awareness, they will stop with their naïve newbie stuff in the FE field and all of their bright ideas that have been tried literally thousands of times. They will stop thinking that the hero's or Messiah's approach has a prayer, etc. I have been at it for more than 40 years, and I never saw an FE newbie with a bright idea that had a prayer, and 99.9% of the time, it was only a retread of stuff that has never worked and is unlikely to. What I am trying is the only fresh approach that I have seen in 30 years, and I am not going to settle for something watered down to draw a crowd. Been there, done that, too many times. Brian and Dennis immediately understood that I was doing something different, and they were the only two people whose opinions I would respect on the issue. I seek needles in haystacks, and I don't expect it to go fast, but the biggest event in the human journey is worth my lifetime in pursuit of it, and if the people I seek can refrain from gung-ho newbie stuff, they will not risk their lives and we may be able to get something done.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I am literally walking out the door, but quickly. Dennis is by far the greatest human I ever met and the most talented businessman that I ever met, whose efforts went far beyond marketing and sales, but he was industrializing "industries" that were stuck in the craftsman stage. The FE field today is in similar arrested development. But the entire business approach to FE will not work, and that is where Dennis got in over his head. FE is an epochal technology, and only an epochal approach will work. FE will mean the end of business. Business and capitalism will end with the appearance of FE, just like slavery ended with the appearance of machines. Elites will disappear too, and they know it, hence their awesome organized suppression. The old skins will not hold the new wine, and the sooner that people can disengage themselves from thinking like businessmen, the better. The business path to FE will not work. Only an integrity and sentience approach will work, that I have seen, and that won't be easy, mainly because personal integrity is the world's scarcest commodity. I seek needles in haystacks, and I know it.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I am going to spend a few posts on what I learned during those years, with Dennis, with Brian, in the game, on the sidelines, hitting the books, interacting with the public, and the like.

Dennis's adventures have been some of the most important on Earth. He should have been dead dozens of times over, and I was there for the darkest chapters, and I can barely imagine what he lived through. People who call him a criminal either have no idea what they are talking about or are criminals themselves, such as Mr. Skeptic. The Dennis issue is endless, but I am really trying to do something else. I'll end for now with this. Anybody who thinks that Dennis took money from people under false pretenses obviously never actually did business with Dennis.

The USA's legal system is evil, with the world's largest prison population and some of the most notorious prisons (Gitmo and Pelican Bay, to name two, not to mention the "black sites" abroad, where we torture innocent people to death). But we are The Land of the Free. In Seattle, the Attorney General's office "got" Dennis on the fact that one person in the state misunderstood one thing that Dennis said, while the same Deputy Attorney General literally worked with a hit man who killed one of Dennis's employees, and Dennis could not even get the man arrested. The Deputy Attorney General's conscience finally got to her, and she quit her career in the midst of bludgeoning Dennis's company. In Ventura, Dennis spent two years behind bars for failing to file a form. That is how consumer "protection" works in the USA. After Dennis got out of jail the first time, his wife had a legal document that anybody who bought anything from Dennis on the dealership/business opportunity end had to sign, and it basically said that Dennis was not promising anybody anything but his best effort. And on that score, he definitely delivered, at mind-boggling levels of effort. You really had to see it to believe it. If people want to criticize him, that is their right, and then they can regale us all with their immense efforts to make the world a better place.

Nobody who bought a business opportunity from Dennis could rightly say that he ripped them off. I have had sad conversations with people who lost a lot by being involved with Dennis, and those are a big reason why I am taking my approach, so that no more sad stories get told. FE will the biggest event in the human journey, by far, and looking to any one person to play the world's savior and deliver it is crazy. When I hear people complain about Dennis, it basically amounts to their disappointment that Dennis did not single-handedly deliver them the biggest event in the human journey.

I had my life wrecked being Dennis's partner, Mr. Professor had his life wrecked and shortened by being Dennis's partner, and the person who suffered the most in Seattle, outside of that woman who Bill the Hit Man killed, was the owner of the finance company that helped fund Dennis's Seattle company. He had his company stolen mere weeks before Dennis's company was stolen, by the same people, and like Mr. Professor and me, Mr. Financier only had the highest respect for Dennis, as evidenced by the statement that he wrote years later. In both Seattle and Ventura, there were no complaining victims when the authorities struck. But that Ph.D. and many other liars try to make the Ventura and Seattle events seem like some huge scam where the ringleader got his just deserts. It is the exact opposite of the truth. I really am not interested in the "scam" accusations that are all over the Internet and YouTube. I know better. I was there.

But, as I have been writing, I saw that the inventor/businessman's path to FE would not work. Nor has any other path that has been tried. I am doing something different, and the coming posts will be what was going on in my head, not just a rendition of the events, as I eventually came upon my approach. It was many years in coming. Some years were harrowing, others were sobering, but I always kept my mind and eyes open, and I am a learning junkie.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

This will be the first post on how I came to my approach. I have done this before, but plan to break a little new ground. As I have written, I was a Boy Scout from the time I was born, and became a bookwork from the time I could walk. By age eight, I was being actively groomed to become a scientist. My first love was paleontology, and by age nine, I won my school's first spelling bee (the first year that Junípero Serra Elementary School was open), and I was busy reading all the paleontology books in the school's library, which began my love affair with trilobites. By age 11, I was helping scout for an archeological dig regarding the local Indians that Serra's efforts drove to extinction. About the same age, my love affair with chemistry began. By the time I began officially studying it in high school, I was recognized a prodigy, and I can still recall a vivid dream about gallium. My bedside reading was the family's encyclopedia, and the family library was in my bedroom. I did not "get" fiction until my father handed be The Hobbit when I was 14. To this day, science, history, and fantasy are the three genres that I read the most. When I had my mystical awakening at age 16, soon after spending two months in Europe receiving my cultural awakening, I became quite the mystical student. At age 16, my first professional mentor's engine was making waves, and that is when I first got my dream of changing the energy industry.

It was not all good. Both of my brothers were special needs children. One was ADHD and became a criminal, while the other had a Forrest Gump-ish IQ of about 75-80. My mother's IQ was around 90 or so, and I picked up the bad habit of reading tabloids from her (for all the fun facts, like reading the Guinness Book of world records, which I memorized around the same time) and watching TV, and I gave up TV in my freshman year of college, and have not watched TV since. I got my brains from my father, but also his racism, which I did not put behind me until I went away to the university, and my roommates wondered what barn I was raised in. By college graduation, that shameful racism was behind me.

But in college, I was living large, as a star track athlete, working, pulling the A's in college, with my first girlfriend, and living in Ventura, that idyllic beach town. I was a math genius, but science came effortlessly to me, and I never had any doubt that I would become a scientist. In my second year of college, during my third year of chemistry studies, I reached my first existential crisis, as I realized that I did want not to spend my life in chemistry labs. After months of directionless flailing, for the first time in my life, I prayed for guidance. It was a desperate prayer, and the next morning, a voice in my head spoke up and suggested that I might like studying business. I had no idea what that meant, and did not even know that people could study business, but called my college, discovered that there were classes that studied business, and I was on my way. I went from the science prodigy to the accounting prodigy and received record test scores at my university. My zeal for learning ran into the real world upon graduation. I tried to return to the town of my birth, Seattle, but graduated during the worst recession in 40 years, and crawled down to LA to begin my career. I then spent the three unhappiest years of my life. I had serious cognitive dissonance, trying to reconcile my school studies with the real world that I was seeing, and I eventually realized that I was in a worthless profession.

Not only was I being disillusioned by the real world of capitalism, but that teenage dream of changing the energy industry was eating at me. That dream looked so far away that it became nothing more than idle fantasy. I developed a battle with the bottle from being forced to drink at work, as well as give up my vegetarian ways. I was also deeply involved in my mystical studies, and had many spectacular paranormal events. The stuff was very real, but what good was it? I vividly recall being enthralled with mystical material such as Seth's, but wondered what practical use any of it was. Little did I know that I was being groomed for my journey. Those trial-by-fire days in LA were just to sober me up and give me motivation to survive what was coming. Seth's dictum of the means becoming the ends was one of the stars that I steered by.

I had extraordinary events that I was thrust into, and I can tell that my unseen "friends" were guiding my steps. For just what, I had no idea, but little more than a month after rescuing the hooker and eight years after I heard that voice that changed my studies, for the second and so far last time in my life I prayed for guidance, and the voice came through again, on a Tuesday. By Saturday, I was driving to Seattle, vowing to never return to California again. I arrived on Monday, and on Friday, I was interviewing at Dennis's company. To say that I was struck by lightning might be an understatement. I saw my life's work before me. Then my true education began. The company was in its death throes, after being bludgeoned by the electric companies, and I spent three months, largely working for free, reconstructing the company's books. Then I watched my boss engineer the theft of Dennis's company, while the employees cheered. It was my first big awakening moment. But the awakening moments were coming fast and furiously. I saw how the media lied only a couple of weeks after meeting Dennis, and I now know that it was just a gentle warm-up for what I was about to experience.

My memory is nearly photographic, and I can clearly recall what I was thinking back to when I was two. Not every day in detail, but I can recall many events, and can also recall what I was thinking as they happened, especially the important ones. That moment when my boss succeeded in stealing Dennis's company, and the employees cheered the theft, was a very sobering moment. For the previous months, as I reconstructed the company's books, I was on fire, thinking that I was surrounded by people who were there for the cause. When I saw that they were there for their paychecks, and would support any crime as long as the money kept rolling in, it was one of the most important moments of disillusionment in my life. A month later, I had another sobering moment in the courtroom, as I watched several groups fighting over the carcass of Dennis's company. Before the summer was over (the best hiking summer of my lifetime), I was moving back in with my grandparents, flat broke, with my yuppie ways beaten out of me, and I worked as a temp for $6 per hour to save up enough money to chase Dennis across the continent. The day after I arrived in Boston, Dennis began thinking in terms of free energy, and my wild ride began. A few minutes after I arrived in Boston, after driving all night from Tennessee, Dennis met with me, called me an enigma, as I was the only person from Seattle who would not give up, out of hundreds, and I told him of Mr. Mentor and my dreams of changing the energy industry. The next day, we visited that company that made electricity from hot water, and my wild ride began. Within a couple of months, I raised the money to become Dennis's partner, in another series of extraordinary events. I brought Mr. Mentor into it soon thereafter, and the rest is history. More in the next post, when I will again plumb my memories for what was going through my head in those days. My learning curve became insanely steep back then, and two years later, my life was ruined and I was radicalized, and that story is coming. For now, it is off to work.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I am now editing my Industrial Revolution chapter, so the end is in sight, if still a ways out there.

My days in Boston with Dennis were really the beginning of my education. When I met Dennis, I was literally shaking, and many years later, Dennis told me that he noticed. When I met Dennis, I looked about ten years older than I was, with dark rings under my eyes, courtesy of my LA days. 1986 was the happiest year of my life, even though I starved. I was finally pursuing my life's work and had the best hiking year of my life. 1986 ended with me in the midst of the longest fast of my life, 45 days, because it was cheaper than eating. In the middle of January 1987, Dennis's investor pulled the rug from under him, and I became Dennis's partner. It was literally beyond my imagination to become Dennis's partner. I was really in Boston to just help. I learned that dictum the hard way: do not do business with your family and friends. With the money I raised, we put on our first Greatest Energy Shows on Earth, to show you how much P.T. Barnum is in Dennis's veins. Those early days were happy and innocent days for me, but the bloom came off the rose pretty quickly. An old girlfriend was one of my smallest investors, who put up $500, but a couple of months after I raised the money, she began accusing me of being a criminal. Four intense conversations over a month or two left me in tears, and I paid her $1,000 to get rid of her. I later learned that that was a gentle preview of what was in store for me, but my Boston lessons were many.

I did not even know how his heat pump worked when I chased Dennis out to Boston. I learned fast, but was not in any position to assess Dennis's FE idea with his heat pump and heat engines. I brought Mr. Mentor into it, and he came out to Boston to see what we were doing. He was not quick to call it impossible, and eventually proposed that we marry Dennis's heat pump's panels to his engine, and he thought that FE was possible with that arrangement. Dennis and Mr. Mentor never told me, but we moved to Ventura a few months later so that Dennis could work with Mr. Mentor. But that was months of other lessons later.

In the spring of 1987, soon after our first series of shows, some non-descript men came to our hole-in-the-wall office and offered Dennis $10 million for his bright idea. I would have been an instant millionaire, but that was not our goal. Neither Dennis nor I suspected it at the time, but that was the first entreaty from Godzilla, known as the friendly buyout offer. Well more than a hundred billion dollars has been paid out for such offers. But Dennis and I did not even know that an FE field even existed in those days.

Also, it turns out that we stumbled into another nuclear energy controversy. One day at the office, I answered our phone and the chairman of the board of the nuke association was on the phone, to discuss Dennis's offer to buy out that nuke.

Around the same time, an Amway billionaire came to our office, sniffing out the opportunity, and we had Amway test our heat pump. That is another long story.

Not only did I become Dennis's partner, but Dennis wanted me to become his protégé, and I admit that my ego began to be seduced in those days, and I had fleeting delusions of grandeur. Events brought me down to Earth fast and then some, but as I began to understand the magnitude of what we were aspiring to, it was very seductive to my ego, and I saw myself becoming the president or something similar. Little did I know that American presidents are nobodies! Jack Kennedy is the last one who thought that he could make a difference, and he was rudely disabused of that notion. Also, as we engaged the public daily, people constantly told us that we were risking our lives, doing what we were. They were right.

While New England's electric companies had secret meetings to decide what to do about us, the officials were sharpening their axes once again. We left the state before they could strike, and I ended up back in my home town, which you could not have convinced me of a mere 16 months earlier. I still shake my head when I think of it.

So, what did I learn in Boston? Plenty, and part of it was realizing how deeply over my head I was. Being Dennis's partner and protégé in pursuit of FE was truly beyond my wildest imaginings when I had that youthful dream. I saw the media black us out, unlike the frontal attacks in Seattle. Mr. Mentor thought that our FE ideas were not impossible, but our attempts at getting something going in Boston were hard. I saw some attempts to steal our business and other low acts, but it was basically tough sledding, living on a shoestring, trying to get something going. I lived with Dennis and his family for a year, in Boston and Ventura, and they were blessed times. I am Uncle Wade to Dennis's daughters, and seeing Dennis and his wife with their grandchildren a couple of years ago was a golden moment. It was all a lot more than just business and changing the world.

But I was learning my important lesson, that personal integrity is the world's scarcest commodity. By the time I arrived in Ventura, driving the truck with all of our company's assets in it, I was beginning to suffer the stress symptoms that I had in LA, and my drinking problem was once again full-blown, at a six-pack most nights.

That winter of 1986-1987, Dennis and I sat late into the night in the living room, with the yard buried in snow, and I heard the story of Dennis's life. To Dennis, it was just the life he led, trying to do his god's work, but it was an incredible tale. If his life's story was ever fully told, nobody would believe it. Mine is unbelievable enough, but Dennis's is at another level.

In Boston, I went from not even knowing how Dennis's heat pump worked to getting my feet wet in FE theory, to seeing how various players reacted to the FE idea, and it was not until many years later that I realized that that first $10 million offer came from Godzilla. We were never tempted and I have no regrets, but I was beginning to really wake up and smell the coffee by the time we left Boston. I was seeing how hard making a business run was, as we barely scraped by. I towed our heat pumps in a trailer behind my Pinto, delivering them, and towed the trailer that took our demos to our shows. I laugh when I think about that.

Really, through Boston and a year of being with Dennis, all I had seen was bloody ruin, and I began having doubts that the businessman's approach was going to work for what we were doing. I guess that we were pursuing FE in Boston, but it was really more of a bright idea at that stage. It was about to become a whole lot more real, but that is a story for the next post.

Best,

Wade

[Nine]

Wade,

I know that you are very busy...I paid my taxes tonight since no sense filing early if one must pay...

But first off I must comment upon your personal story and so few talk about that...

Look what they did to you and to Dennis and thousands of others and we would be wise to consider your counsel or end up like that "bunny"...as it were...and of course those who do not understand what is at stake will run away in a heart beat just like on that Monty vid dear Wade...

Best to not get into a situation where one needs to run like in listening to one who has done things and moved before us...

Not as a hero ...

but as a friend who can guide and provide leadership....

I have observed...not that I know anything about science but...energy seems to come before consciousnesses and the social change that we desire will come when the energy sources increase...

I believe that this is a basic fundamental principal and if I am wrong dear Wade just simply let me have it...

If one looks at truth then one must first look at his/her own beliefs and reorder when presented with truth....

Hey...its Tuesday nite...

and nine went on his crazy bike ride with his pals...

And so all is so very good and Nine and his pals spent a few hours away from our lives of scarcity to commune with nature and each other on wonderful tech created by genesis who made that for us to pedal in a great Forrest...

And I sent that check to the IRS to fund the evil...that we Americans do so well


I pay to stay out of jail...so much for the home of the free and the land of the brave or whatever the fock they preach about...

Thanks so much for your work and the grand opportunity to even speak with you...

I do not think that folks on Avalon sense what is going on here...

Well...

what the eff do I know...

thanx

Nine