WADE FRAZIER : A Healed Planet

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

A little valentine to California…

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

These vignettes are going to go on one big thread in my forum, titled something like "Why I am taking my approach." As Dennis's wife said long ago, the most important lessons of their journey were about humanity. Again, technology is not really the issue, even though technology will be the outcome of my effort, if successful. It is about finding enough people with their hearts in the right place, a little bit of courage, and enough sentience to be able to imagine a world beyond our scarcity-based paradigms, and be willing and able to do the work to develop a comprehensive perspective. My big essay, site, and forum are designed to help people achieve that. It is not the only path, but it is the one that I see that nobody has tried before. I know that such people are going to be needles in haystacks, as does anybody who has been on the high road for long. My path has been teaching me patience, which a key task of this lifetime I am living, so it helps me, too. Dennis and Brian expected to be martyrs and were, but that is not my plan.

Best,

Wade

[Nine]

Wade,

That link is excellent and so very true about the nature of hype and bubbles...

You know Wade upon the "net" there are many scams and rabbit holes and so articles like what you posted and that site...the daily sheeple...If i could... it.... would... be instructive for me at least to see what you read on a daily basis for current events be it war and mayhem or business or even sports and art....

Hey and again its Tuesday nite and that dreaded tea party bike ride...as it were...

After the ride I talked to a few of the sponsored simi-pro bike racers about their bikes and a company called Specialized and my pal had one of there newest and finest machines.

I asked him about that bike and he told me that he was on an older Trek product and during a race he told me that he crashed bad and the team gave him a bike from their brand new sponsor and told him to get going. Chris told me that that bike was the fastest bike that he ever road and he placed well in that race in spite of a crash with a broken frame...

And so cycling is an energy issue. Lets look at the science. A superior trained human athlete can produce 475 watts for an hour or so in the final stages of a bicycle race. The human motor is the limiting factor.

From the end of LeMond's career and to the end of Lance Armstrong's career they tried to increase the speed of the human with performance enhancing drugs and found the very upper limit of such nonsense.

The wonderful human being has a limited engine capacity for pedaling a bicycle. If you doubt me this I can assure you has been studied by the best minds..

And so they have switched to the best military tech in regards to materials and those amazing carbon fibers...as it were...

Every gram of that tech is guarded and counted out by the gram to those bicycle tech companies and this was told to me by one of the engineers that works with the tech...

and so this is world wide control of such tech yet released to make some money selling high end bicycles.....for a huge profit...

Whom do they sell them to?

You will just bust a nut laughing when I tell you whom this market really is....

ba da ding...

that great american boomer and a bunch in the UK...lets sell them to folks who worship the tour de france and that kind of cycling and so we shall...call them boomers in search of the holy grail or some such nonsense and so I am caught up in their culture as I am caught up in the evangelical christian culture and so I will remain in them to observe them and also to find what uncle Wade calls grounding...

By the way in the UK they call them Mammals or M.A.M.I.L.S for middle aged men in lycra and spandex...as it were...

seriously this is what some do to make a buck....

I have a friend who has the tech and is very fast and so he is not nor dose he posses much cycling talent and so he has the tech because of a thing called money....

We are of similar age yet my cardio talent is a score above his yet with the tech of that carbon fiber I could not possibly train enough to overcome such and advantage...as it were...

The game is about energy Wade...

Cycling is the game of scarcity and how to manage it during a race...

What are we racing for...

the hell if i know...

Nine

[Nine]

a difficult peace for me...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IPPaZU18rUg

i think wade came back for us...

thanx

Nine

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Nine, it is all an energy game. It is good work to see it in your passion, and you are also seeing what I call "herd management," and those avid bikers are milked of their money by a system that caters to their egos. All of the rackets operate in similar fashion, although they are not always as lighthearted as biking, even if many of those bikers take it oh so seriously.

For people our age, Forrest Gump was a parable for our lives. Actually, Dennis was in scenes like that in his Vietnam days. The movie Forrest Gump actually parallels Dennis's life in many ways. From humble roots to the halls of power, from the jungles of Vietnam to the boardroom, that has been Dennis's preposterous journey. Dennis could make at least $1 million per year selling anything, but instead sacrificed his life for his journey. You really have to see it to believe it. I'll not deny that I sacrificed mine, too, as did Brian and Mr. Professor, but Dennis always played the game at a different level.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I sat down to write a vignette, but not sure who to write about this time. Give me a moment…. ah, a little on the bad guys, after writing a little about the good guys.

The ultimate bad guys in my journey with Dennis are really faceless. The Mormon financial empire was likely involved, and they are one of Godzilla's most dominant factions. According to Greer, they have been the most dominant faction in the past generation. But the "European interests" funding the CIA's offer were likely another arm of Godzilla. Electric company executives and BPA officials were also among the faceless bad guys, as were useless sitting American presidents (etc.), the Mafia, lackeys such as Bill the BPA Hit Man, Mr. Deputy, Mr. Texas, Betsy, her pinch hitter, the Cub reporter in Ventura and his bosses (AKA my mother's employer), Ms. Prosecutor, the numerous corrupt judges, Dennis's many "allies" who stabbed him in the back (which I found hard to believe at first), all those who were effortlessly duped by such people and piled on ("Give us Barabbas!," etc.), and my friends and family who betrayed and attacked me, almost always for no good reason at all, and more than a few I bailed out before they attacked, even saved their lives, almost like in that Forrest Gump scene. Kind of like in the movie, too, the "gratitude" that people showed was kind of like the early Lieutenant Dan's, "How dare you save me!" Or they saw such heroism as somehow their due, and they asked for and even began demanding more, and when that well ran dry, usually because they poisoned it in their egocentrism, I was cursed for it. That is how it works in real life, and Lieutenant Dan finally waking up in gratitude before the movie ended actually rarely happens in real life. The people you save will try to milk you, and then throw you aside when they see you as no longer useful, and usually, they never even thank you. And this in history's richest and most powerful nation, mind you.

If humanity goes down the toilet, all of those people will get some "credit" for helping destroy humanity and the planet, and their souls will deal with their contribution to that reality. It is just the path of karma that all souls walk, and blowing up their home planet and taking themselves with it is the challenge of all ensouled species that can manipulate their environments. But let me give a vignette on just one of the players whom I have yet to focus on much, and it will be Mr. Investigator. While Mr. Deputy was hiding in his home, to avoid going on the hot seat on the witness stand, Mr. Investigator replaced him as Mr. Prosecutor's assistant. He was a lawyer wannabee, which you encounter all the time in that milieu. I saw it in corporate America plenty, too. You see doctor wannabees in hospital settings, cop wannabees in people who volunteer for the police department for raids, fireman wannabees, and the like. That "Stolen Valor" project is not entirely delusional, as plenty of soldier wannabees abound, but the guy who runs that project is also highly naïve. None of the people I know who murdered the people of Southeast Asia saw themselves as heroes, and that Stolen Valor guy barks up the wrong tree all the time. The deep covert stuff was privatized or will never be declassified, and I know people involved with such missions, who have a lot of blood on their hands.

So, Mr. Investigator did the dirty work while Mr. Deputy heroically hid in his home, and he tried digging up as much dirt as possible during that misconduct hearing. He paid Mr. Engineer a visit at his home in Ellensburg, a thousand miles away. I see that I told this anecdote several years ago here, but I will put a little more context around it. This was nearly four years after I helped put Mr. Inventor's equipment in Mr. Engineer's barn, and the equipment still sat in that barn. Again, as soon as we got going in Boston, chasing FE, Mr. Inventor's heat storage technology became like a cave man's club to us, and Dennis invited Mr. Inventor to get involved as a favor to him, to try to heal from the Seattle catastrophe, and instead, Mr. Inventor and his "loyalist" pals tried to extort $250,000 from us, for more of that "no good deed goes unpunished" stuff.

So, there Mr. Investigator was, on Mr. Engineer's front porch, asking his leading questions, trying to dig up dirt, and during his interrogation, he asked, "Mr. Engineer, isn't it true that Dennis never had any heat storage technology?" Mr. Engineer replied, "Why don't you walk fifty yards with me to my barn, and I will show you some of it." After traveling a thousand miles to dig up dirt, Mr. Investigator declined to walk fifty yards to see for himself. The result of his "investigation" was behind the motion to have Dennis rejailed during those delays at the misconduct hearing, due to Mr. Deputy's "ill health." To Mr. Engineer's credit, he testified at the misconduct hearings and mentioned that little encounter at his home. It was around that time that Mr. Investigator admitted to Mr. Researcher that he did not care if Dennis was innocent or not, as all he was concerned about was getting convictions, as his career was measured by his "kill ratio," not any notion of justice being served. He further admitted to Mr. Researcher that he would lie and deceive as much as necessary to gain that coveted conviction. Probably every prosecutor in the USA thinks that way, but only in Ventura Country and other backwoods seats of "justice" could they be heard saying it out loud. That reflects the structural evil of the USA's legal system, where quotas and "winning is everything" trumps any notion of justice. Michael Moore recently estimated that around half of the millions of Americans behind bars today are innocent, which highlights my statement that you get just as much justice as you can afford in the USA.

That motion to have Dennis rejailed (almost laughingly rejected by the judge) was the last straw for Mr. Big Time Attorney, who, on his own, prepared and filed that lawsuit in federal court the next week, to clean up the "scum" in Ventura County, to soon realize that he was a nobody, even after wiping up the floor of the USA's Supreme Court with the IRS the year before he took Dennis's case. I was going to refer to the recent vignette that I wrote on Mr. Big Time Attorney, and you know what, I forgot to do it, in all of this wandering and interaction. I have written plenty about him already and his moment of awakening (1, 2, 3), but will put his vignette back on my stack, as there is some fresh writing to do about him.

The USA is full of moral ciphers such as Mr. Investigator. Was he "in on it" like Mr. Deputy certainly was? I doubt it. He was just one of the innumerable zero-integrity goons that fill the USA's legal system, which is evil, from top to bottom, although Hollywood movies and TV depict it a little differently. Such is the power of propaganda, and most middle class Americans believe in the legal system, at least until they interact with it, and especially when they are targeted by it, as the Eye of Sauron focuses on them and sics orcs on them.

That is enough for one morning, and it is time for work.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Interesting point made over here this morning, and my reply is here.
Best,

Wade

[Chris Gilbert]

I've been thinking recently about what kinds of storytelling would exist in a world where scarce energy and resources are a thing of the past, given that the stories we are most familiar with tend to be based on some form of conflict, and conflict is ultimately born from scarcity.

As a child most of the stories I remember most fondly (with the possible exception of some episodes of Nature on PBS) were always based on a narrative that revolved around conflict. I suspect this is part of the reason most people can't even fathom a world without scarcity.

Apparently there is another form of narrative that does not require conflict however:

http://www.nicolewlee.com/non-fictio...n-kishtenketsu

It has always concerned me that the primary force of Western narrative has been driven by a need to overcome conflict. As I have been moving towards a more circular, Eastern existence, it has become clear to me that the typical journey of a Western hero is no longer the kind of narrative that can sustain a conscious, awakened life: the oppressed man or woman overcoming great obstacles to achieve timeless, everlasting success.

This is an extension of my experiments into how I approach my own writing, as well as philosophy on life itself. Since my mid-twenties, the notion of a life with a single-pointed focus has gradually been losing its appeal. Charging blindly towards a goal one thinks is all encompassing does not only bring significant distress when one realises it is no longer, or never was, the thing one wanted, the effort of breaking free can cause more confusion, or even despair over the very definition of failure and success. In reality, life is hardly a straight line, but a series of circular motions that bring the self back to his or her original state: consciousness, and also nothingness.

I know this all sounds rather depressing, but bear with me; there is a flame of hope.

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Yes, Enishi, that will all change, and radically. All children hear from their cradles is the song of scarcity, with its attendant conflict, competition, and survival, with winners and losers. Young boys are hardwired for rough play, to get them ready for a life of violence. This stuff is baked deeply, even into the DNA. Yes indeed, it is almost impossible for anybody today to even imagine abundance, and that is why I say that if the choir can simply imagine and sing the abundance song, that alone will be an unprecedented and important feat. It might even be the critical missing piece.

In this world, scarcity, etc., is meaningless (but they were familiar with the Super-Epoch of Scarcity, as it was an integral part of the human journey, until we became a truly sentient species), but we have a ways to go to get there, and until abundance can become a daily reality for people, it will be the song of scarcity, in all its many and varied stanzas.

Best,

Wade

[Melinda]

Posted by Enishi (here)
I've been thinking recently about what kinds of storytelling would exist in a world where scarce energy and resources are a thing of the past, given that the stories we are most familiar with tend to be based on some form of conflict, and conflict is ultimately born from scarcity.

As a child most of the stories I remember most fondly (with the possible exception of some episodes of Nature on PBS) were always based on a narrative that revolved around conflict. I suspect this is part of the reason most people can't even fathom a world without scarcity.

Apparently there is another form of narrative that does not require conflict however:

http://www.nicolewlee.com/non-fictio...n-kishtenketsu

Thanks for the link Enishi. An enjoyable read.

Several of us touched on issues connected with this a while back on page 205, like here (in post #4100) :

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post890871

Obviously the world around us provides plenty of conflict and conditions that perpetuate it, so we're all aware that a lot of art which involves conflict is an authentic mirror that enables reflection / healing / growth. But the issue in our culture is with the imbalance between the prevalence of that style versus the alternative narratives.

I watched the film Chain Reaction again recently (a story about the suppression of clean, abundant energy technology) and found myself fast-forwarding through much of it, because so much of it was action, conflict and the threat of violence. It seemed like only towards the end came the seed of what could have been another, very different, and more deeply engaging film. That fleeting moment occurred when a brief exchange was made involving one character saying how the current global system needed clean energy now because the world wasn't working in its current shape, and the opposing character claiming that such revolutionary technology shouldn't be released yet, but at a pace the world could absorb.

It was around a minute of dialogue that hinted at a huge conversation, which predictably was not going to happen in the same film, but the likes of which this thread and others like it have contributed to.

Another aspect of those conflict-driven narratives is, as Wade touched on recently, the martyr role,

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post962626

whereby a great good can be achieved but a hero must suffer for the community to benefit from their sacrifice. The honourable side to that could be the selflessness and non-attachment to the material realm required of the hero for such a sacrifice. But the darker side can include the 'hero,' and those they suffer for, evading responsibility. Like the Christian who wears a messiah hung bleeding from a cross around their neck, in awe and reverence, but who fails to address the ways in which their own behaviour causes harm. That kind of hypocrisy clearly being something we are all capable of, and not being specific to any one faith or lack of it.

A hero in the film Elysium (a fairly recent big-budget offering about elite-controlled revolutionary technology) was also a martyr. I was frustrated once again by the subtext that a suppressed technology can be shared, but only after vast amounts of blood have been shed, and a martyr's life sacrificed. (On the technology theme, I won't even get started on Oblivion - I actually walked out of the cinema with that one. How many more darkly dystopian, 'post-apocalyptic' visions of the earth does a person need?)

We are capable of the kind of sentience that can bring about free energy peacefully, if we support one another and focus in strong enough numbers. Then we will be able to honour the free energy casualties who tried and failed, but paved the way painfully, sometimes paying tragically with their lives. Their stories will be part of mainstream history books instead of being swept to the side. New generations will grow up and be able to study their lives, feeling able to openly express gratitude for their contributions.

It's another fault of our economic system and competitive culture that many artists are not supported in expressing multiple aspects of their emotional or intellectual landscapes, because those who commit to helping them prefer a simpler product that is easier to market. Marketers of all shapes (managers, publishers etc) often set that standard to make their jobs easier, and audiences often compound the issue by projecting an ideal onto artists, so they can look to their 'essence' to feed one aspect of their own consciousness, rather than supporting the individual's organic growth. So it is in a world rife with economic needs and escapist projections.

There have been many genuine martyrs and conflicts throughout the world, and many artists who provide more healing / greater inspiration by developing their area of greatest talent rather than experimenting too broadly. But in a peaceful, balanced, free energy culture, there is the potential for far less pressure to be either a scientific martyr or an artist whose path is confined. Having the courage to experiment creatively, to reveal yourself and grow yourself, will be seen as success, far more often. Then specialisation can be chosen, rather than pressured, and levels that take a lifetime to achieve currently, could be achieved in early years in an atmosphere of bliss, supporting collaborative aims and higher realms of peaceful exploration.

That's the world I would like to see my young relatives, and their friends, be able to raise their own children in. When I hold a new born baby, or stand close to a young child, I feel the most nourishing and beautiful energies, and I remember how extraordinary they are, and how remarkable this world can be made for them. With a very different and uplifting narrative.

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

This will be a vignette on Mr. Big Time Attorney. I have written plenty about him already (1, 2, 3), but I have some new things to say about him. I saw an interview with him on a news show recently. He is still considered the USA's premier attorney for tax protestors. It is not that he believes in the cause so much, but it is a white collar "crime" specialty for him. In one recent interview, he said that the courtroom was not the place to make political statements, and his strategy was to have his clients found innocent, generally by finding a sliver of reasonable doubt that he would sell to the juries. It usually worked, which is why he leads the field today, after a career of defending tax protestors and similar people who buck the system. He never had a client as innocent as Dennis. In the middle of Dennis's prosecutorial misconduct hearing, Mr. Big Time Attorney told me, "If you are looking for the truth, a courtroom is not place to find it." What originally drew his attention to Dennis's case was the million dollar bail. Mr. Big Time Attorney once asked me, "Was Dennis using SAMP paperwork as a deadly weapon, beating people over the head with it?"

The year before he took Dennis's case, one of his cases went to the USA's Supreme Court. In a case with precedents to Dennis's case, the Supreme Court ruled that even though IRS personnel in fact committed felonies while pursuing Mr. Big Time Attorney's client, that their crimes did not taint the government's case. The Rehnquist-run Supreme Court became legendary for those kinds of decisions, and was a big part of the USA's goosestep to the right since the 1970s. Predictably, the only dissent on that case was Thurgood Marshall.

Mr. Big Time Attorney took Dennis's case in a butt-whipping mood. When he finally became so disgusted in Ventura that he filed a federal case against the Ventura County officials, on his own initiative, he was suing them for some of the same crimes that he fried those IRS agents over. He soon discovered that the IRS was small fry compared to what he had stumbled into, and he was nearly disbarred for daring to bring the lawsuit.

When I saw Dennis in 2013, he said that the experience changed Mr. Big Time Attorney, and not for the better, who realized that he was a buzzing fly that they could swat if he got too close or loud. They unceremoniously wiped him from the bottom of their shoes. He screwed Dennis in the end, trying to withdraw from the case before the judge ruled on the misconduct hearings, essentially showing his hand in that high-stakes poker game, and Dennis's life comprised the chips being bet. The judge then struck and held him hostage, forcing Dennis to capitulate. The judge was soon promoted to a higher court, for a job well done. It all paled next to the gangsterism that Gary encountered, but Dennis's case is one of the most famous in Ventura County's history, and a couple of years later, Ventura County made the news when it stacked the jury and got the cops off who beat Rodney King. Ventura County is legendary for its corruption, and I can speak to that reality firsthand.

Lawyers are not heroes, even the guy who specialized in taking on the government.

Time for bed.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Melinda:

Quickly, before I hit the hay, Dennis played Jesus on the cross during mystical experiences early in his Christian days, and Brian told me that he remembered a lifetime that ended with being burned at the stake as a heretic, and he got into martyr talk just as I was leaving NEM. Brian's adventures shortened his life, and Dennis should be dead dozens of times over. I never wanted to take those paths, but I also understood why martyrdom on these paths seems "reasonable," but martyrdom is also a chief feature. I have mine, but it ain't that.

Time for bed.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

This vignette will be on the bad gals. But first, a scientific preamble. A big part of my big essay is to show where humans came from, what heritage we brought with us, and how we are wired. For years, Steven Pinker's The Blank Slate sat on my bookcase, unread, and after hearing enough raving about it from enough corners, and how he might be supplanting Chomsky as the "world's smartest person," I read it. I wrote a little about Pinker here, and he is a long way from the top. His materialistic musings are pretty poor (common in that intellectual milieu), but what was good about The Blank Slate was showing the extremes that various parties have taken in arguing that we are either biological robots or that we have no wiring at all, and that there are no inherent differences between men and women or dogs and people. Both extremes are wrong and kind of crazy.

Biology matters, conditioning matters, sentience matters, our souls' journeys matter. We all come here with particular challenges that are set on our soul's plate, and how we deal with them is our purpose for being here, if nearly every body of mystical work I have encountered has any validity, and I know that it does. We do not come in as blank slates, either at the soul or biological level. And the journey of our species has changed us, and in ways that can be hard to fathom. For instance, the genes for bellicosity appear to have been getting culled from the human gene pool. It is not as easy to be a psychopath as it once was. Forcing people to murder each other is no longer imperial entertainment. That can also be seen as the maturing souls that incarnate here, and racking up such blatantly negative karma is no longer the fashion. There are various ways to view it, from the material to the spiritual, and they all have a certain validity.

I inherited a certain biological wiring when I was born, which presented opportunities and challenges, and I have been learning to play to my strengths and try to keep my weaknesses in check, especially as I try to save the world. I will never sing like Pavarotti, play like Mozart, or do what Dennis does, and my chances of being a professional athlete passed in my early 20s. I have been told that I am a hyper-empath, and I'll buy that, and I have been told that in more than one way over the years. Being a hyper-empath has likely helped me produce the body of work that I have, and my soul's age, mission on Earth (which that voice can hardly let me forget), adventures, high "intelligence," and status as a member of history's most privileged demographic group have all contributed to the path I took, but I took it, and it was the product of my decisions and actions, although sh*t happens down here in physical reality, as the best laid plans on the astral plane can quickly go astray on the "anything goes" physical plane.

I get to work on my impatience very day. I certainly cannot look at one trait and say that it was entirely responsible for my journey. When this life is over, my soul will digest it and decide what is next on its agenda. If this earthly personality inhabiting this body (which I call "me") can have any role at all in helping humanity turn the corner, it will fulfil my soul in ways that even it probably cannot fathom. But I am blind as a bat down here in physical reality, so who really knows? But if you read Michael for the Millennium, you will see a summary of the journey of the souls of the seven roles, as each soul lived more than 100 lifetimes during its journey from Infant to Old soul. Helping humanity turn the corner was so far beyond any lifetime surveyed that it would be the pinnacle of any of those souls' journeys, by far, racking up almost unimaginable positive karma with their species, planet, and all of its life forms. It is truly hard to imagine.

So, on to women. I have stated plenty that women need to step up if my idea is going to work. Men need to stop playing the hero and women need to stop playing groupies, New Age earth mamas, and the rest of those poses. Women can achieve scientific literacy and exercise critical thinking, and men can stop thinking with the hair on their chests. Both need to stop being prey to their wiring, and it begins in the heart, as I always say. My big essay is probably directed at women more than any other group, as it will help them attain scientific literacy without needing a college degree. Those peacekeeping grandmothers are needed, but unless they gain comprehensive understandings of how the world really works, they are not going to be very helpful for what I have in mind.

Bill the BPA Hit Man, Mr. Deputy, Mr. Texas, and others sicced on us were bona fide psychopaths, on Godzilla's payroll. Evil-minded people do well in evil systems, and virtually everybody who tried to steal our businesses was a man. There are such creatures as Mafia wives (and professional wives in many unsavory positions), who know what their husbands do for a living, and as long as it brings in the chips, they are fine with it. But you don't encounter many female assassins. There are some, but they are rare. Women are biologically wired to be other-serving, with their breasts and wombs, and they take hormonal journeys that men can barely fathom. It is part of how the future of the species is ensured. Women have the inside track on the path of light. Again, it does not mean that all women are saints and all men are psychopaths, but women are playing against their wiring when they play dragon ladies, and I saw it in my journey.

Betsy, her pinch hitter, and Ms. Prosecutor were all prominent players who were sicced on us, but none of them were psychopaths. Betsy's conscience finally awoke, after her ex-boyfriend rubbed her nose in the evil that she was involved in, and she abandoned her career as a "crime fighter" as she realized that she was the criminal. Her pinch-hitting replacement attacks Dennis to this day and still works for the Attorney General's office and teaches law school, which is partly why I turn down all public speaking invitations in my home state. I doubt that she is stupid enough to not get a hint of the evil that she has inflicted, but maybe she is. She is a noted "philanthropist" today, playing that game, so she may well be a dark pather, but I am not sure. I never met her. But her lies were always prominent in media smears of Dennis since the Seattle days. She seems more crazy than evil-minded, but I could be wrong.

Ms. Prosecutor was highly unprofessional and came across as a gossipy housewife who repeatedly lied her ass off in the courtroom, which was the first time that I saw that kind of behavior, but it was only a warm-up for Mr. Deputy's performance, which changed my life. Getting her hands bloody like she did got her the coveted promotion to a judgeship, which in Ventura County is just like signing up with Satan, so she is a long way from sainthood, but when she called a recess just to quiz Mr. Researcher (a highly unprofessional move that inconvenienced many people), she did not do it like a psychopath would. Dennis's case made her career, as it did for Mr. Deputy and several others who got their hands bloody. Oh, are they going to have challenging afterlives, but the women never stuck the daggers in with the unbridled gusto that the men did. You could usually spot some semblance of conscience, as if they could not really enjoy their bloody deeds like the men did. About a third of men today will become sadists if the situation lends itself to it. Generally, women are underachievers on the dark path, not quite having what it takes to really get up there. I am not sure if there are any women in Godzilla's ranks, and if there are, it is only a handful. Women who get involved often do it in the capacity of hookers, like John Perkins's "trainer" did. So, they abuse their biological wiring to participate in darkness. Does it rack up as much negative karma as those psychopathic men? I doubt it. The New Age movement is about 90% women, and for all of its failings, and some are spectacular, they are trying.

Time for work.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

This vignette will be on the liars. I heard big lies being told about Dennis on the day that I met him, as Bill the BPA Hit Man's lawyer heckled Dennis regarding their phony bankruptcy lawsuit. As I discovered that summer when hearing their testimony, they simply made it up as they went, but that is good enough in Kangaroo Court. A couple of weeks after meeting Dennis, I saw the first Big Lies come from the media, claiming that Dennis's heat pump did not qualify for the tax credit, when it always did. Little did I know that it was just the warmup. Innumerable lies surrounded the theft of Dennis's company a few months later. How could you honestly attack a man who put the world's best heating system on people's homes for free? You can't. So, you have to lie, and the bigger the lie, the better, just like Hitler said. The electric companies began the campaign of lies, and it was immediately joined in chorus by the media, the Attorney General, and on down the line. Everything that came out of Ms. Deputy Attorney General's mouth was lie, and after she had her nose rubbed in her evil deeds, she woke up and quit her career as a "crime fighter." Hers was about the only glimmer of conscience that I ever saw among those who assailed Dennis and his companies, from either hit men and women on the payroll or free-lance opportunists. When Mr. Investigator admitted that he did not care if Dennis was innocent or not, and that he would lie as much as he needed to in order to assure that coveted conviction, it was a startlingly frank admission that spoke on behalf of all of Dennis's assailants.

I have a brother with a criminal mind, who was that way since he was born, so I grew up hearing his lies to try to avoid responsibilities for his crimes, so I was no stranger to lying. But witnessing adults do it, as blatantly as they did, in order to wipe out lives and one of the few chances humanity had to turn the corner, was sobering, to say the least. I noted several different styles of lying. You might call me a connoisseur of lying. One tactic I have seen people such as Mr. Skeptic and Ms. Prosecutor use, and I call it a disinformation bomb. I first saw it at the hearing to try to get Dennis's bail reduced from the astronomical $1 million, which is what first attracted Mr. Big Time Attorney to Dennis's case. She made an argument in front of the judge to keep Dennis's bail at $1 million, and in less than a minute came a steady stream of lies that had me reeling in shock. It was my first experience with the disinformation bomb. It is a rapid-fire attack, of stacking a bunch of Big Lies on top of each other, trying to bowl over the listener. Mr. Skeptic stalked me on the Internet for many years, after he took his mask off, and he had crafted a disinformation bomb that he heaved at me. He did it in forums, and he also did it with any site that promoted my work. It was series of outright lies, half-truths, and other deceptions designed to portray Dennis and me as criminals. People really have to experience it to begin to understand. I have seen those lies work on naïve people innumerable times, such as with my mother.

When I sacrificed my life and had Mr. Professor mortgage his home and lend me the money for Dennis's legal fund, the first thing we did was hire a lawyer, who was a college professor who never worked in a courtroom before. But the tide then began to turn. After only a couple of hearings, that lawyer said to Dennis, in a tone of surprise and indignation, "Ms. Prosecutor lied to me!" Dennis replied with something like, "Now you are beginning to understand the situation." When Mr. Big Time Attorney took the case, and Ms. Prosecutor and friends immediately lied to the state bar, to try to prevent him from getting his license so that he could defend Dennis, Mr. Big Time Attorney was stunned. It was only the first of many gutter maneuvers over the next year that spurred him to filing his lawsuit against that "scum," to only nearly be disbarred for bringing the lawsuit. Mr. Big Time Attorney got in way over his head, and as Dennis said, his experience defending Dennis made him a "changed" man, and not necessarily for the better, as he got to deeply breathe the endemic evil in the USA's legal system and realized how far down Earth's pecking order somebody like him really was.

By the time I read that several page disinformation article in the LA Times, I was way past losing my innocence, and that old adage of "I used to be disgusted, but now I am only amused," began to apply to me. It was like I was watching people engage in lying contests, and it had to be a really juicy lie to attract my attention anymore. I gave out creativity points when I saw one that was cleverly done, and I'll give you a couple examples of clever lying.

Mr. Skeptic's libel piece in the Skeptical Inquirer, which told me way more about organized "skepticism" than I really needed to know, was cleverly done, and it would not surprise me to discover that a lawyer counseled him on how to lie and make it difficult for American libel laws to apply to him. If he merely quoted somebody else who lied, then he could have some plausible deniability, although people like me knew that he was knowingly lying, as he was too familiar with Dennis's case to not know that he was repeating Big Lies. He further admitted, to those of us who knew the situation, that he was knowingly lying, because as we exposed his lies, he would drop those lies and make up new ones. To me, what was initially amazing was not how he kept up a steady stream of lies, and that he knew that I knew that he was knowingly lying, but how easily he duped people in the FE field with lies. I was watching a functional psychopath at work, who knew that I knew he was lying, but he invited me to watch the lies work so easily on the naïve and the ignorant. I later watched leading lights of the FE field embrace Mr. Skeptic and turn around and attack Brian. What is wrong with that picture? It is easy to assume that such people are on Godzilla's payroll, but they almost never are. What it reflects instead is how gullible, naïve, and dishonest people are in general. That kind of behavior is why I do not want to have anything to do with the FE field today. Virtually nobody in it has the right stuff, and if they do, they receive the treatment that Dennis and Brian received.

If you read Mr. Skeptic's Skeptical Inquirer article on Dennis, he saves his Big Lies for the end of the article. If you read that article by one of the leading voices in the FE field today, he begins his treatment of Dennis with a string of Big Lies, and similar to what Mr. Skeptic did, he artfully lied, presumably so as to escape American libel laws. Early in his article, he mentioned Dennis as a way to discredit him, and when he got to his libel section about Dennis, he did not name him, although anybody with any familiarity with the FE milieu knew full well whom he was writing about. To the "credit" of the more than a dozen people who have given me that article since it was first written in 2001 (and is still promoted today as the premier statement on the state of the FE field, by people such as Foster Gamble), that professional liar did not name Dennis when he libeled him, so was able to easily dupe the ignorant. I heard from people in the FE milieu on how disgusting that attack was, but they kept publicly silent, so that liar is still feted as one of the biggest names in the FE milieu. Almost nobody in today's FE milieu has the right stuff, and that is why I am going to have to "roll my own" in building my choir.

Believe me, I take no pleasure at all in exposing those professional liars. I was a truth junkie from an early age, and one of the key attributes that people need to develop and exercise, if they want be part of what I am doing, is discernment. It is the discernment that is evident in the scientific and scholarly ideal. This is an area where high "intelligence" can seem to be helpful, but for so much of what I have seen, the lies are the kind that a five-year-old can see through. It does not take any great discernment to decide that the man who was Dennis's accountant for twenty years, who literally testified on more than one occasion to the finances of Dennis's companies, is going to know more about how much Dennis really "raised" during the years that his assailants specifically lie about, and that sensational claims like he "raised" $100 million is just how the biggest liars ply their trade, and when challenged to support their numbers, they just give everybody the finger and keep on lying. Again, like with Dennis's newbie attorney, you usually have to experience being on the receiving end of such lies for it to begin to sink in.

I really could go on for days on the liars and their lies, but it is really a sickening exercise. They were all signposts along the way of learning my journey's primary lesson. The liars can make up lies faster than they can be exposed, and the gullible public raptly listens to them. I'll finish by stating this: lying is one of the standard tools of dark pathers, and lies, deceptions, and secrecy have no place in helping Earth and humanity heal. You can’t use dark pather tools to deceive people into saving themselves. Dennis believed in "godly" deceptions and using people's allegiance to their scarcity-based ideologies to herd them toward their own salvation, but I don't. It is really the essential difference between our philosophies. I am into the truth, as baldly as it can be presented, and my work reflects it. It is way too hard hitting for the masses, and I intended it that way. All of the self-serving and comforting lies have to be stripped away if we want to know the truth and how the world really works, not the Hollywood version that we have all been conditioned into believing.

The moment of awakening from the web of lies can be life-threatening (1, 2), but my work is actually relatively gentle on that score, but people have to be truth junkies to want to pursue my work, and those are the people I seek.

Best,

Wade

[Nine]

Wade,

Every thing that I have been told mostly has been a bunch of lies...as it were...

I would suggest that everyone who is reading Wade Frazier get grounded upon something.

Ahh the new age and women and so I have seen women in the evangelical world who are simply outstanding individuals who are looking for solutions to many problems and providing help for those whom have been victimized with the American wars and so the cause of the wars are not the issue but the issue at hand is how to provide for the needs of the victims of such conflicts.

I believe that this is logical...as it were...

In a world of lies when all we are told turns to lies yet the victims pile up...as it were...

Hey a new movie called Shaun the Sheep from the Nick Park franchise ....

http://shaunthesheep.com/movie

It is a great flick with the theme of the "sheep" revolting against the keeper of sheep and the effort becoming successful...as it were...

Trouble is that the sheep need the Shepard except in this flick the Shepard has gone asleep and can not be woken and so that in itself has become a crisis...

The sheep themselves become willing accomplices to wake up their Shepard with little success until it becomes a huge deal with possible end of the earth terms and so this flick is worth a watch ...

Our shepherds are of course asleep or worse...as it were...

If our choir sings really lowd will they maybe wake up?

That is the question of the hour...

of course I would gladly become the clown to hopefuly encourage others to read Wade Frazier's fine work..as it were

However, clowns sometimes tell truths that are very hard to bare...

thanx Wade...

Nine

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Nine:

I was a janitor in college, and while I learned it before that, my janitor days really drove home that an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Most of my career has been involved with cleaning up messes that were made through incompetence and negligence. It pays well, but I am a fireman who longs to work in fire prevention, but few see the point, believe it or not, so I have built a career from fighting fires and slaying dragons.

You can see it big time in organized medicine, in the reverse, where prevention was actually outlawed. Everybody who cares for imperial wreckage, from both our side and that of our victims, is essentially a janitor, cleaning up messes, or at least trying to. Generally, a human will not heal from such traumas in a lifetime, even if they are not physically crippled. All warfare for all time has been rooted in the scarcity motivation. Eliminate scarcity, and you eliminate warfare, at least if women step up and are counted. The male simian murder dynamic is alive and well in humanity, if more muted than it once was.

There is a lot of mystical material that says that the best that God has come up with so far for developing souls is thrusting them into Creation's sewer, physical reality, and that kill-or-be-killed is a great way to learn. None of the sources that say that actually live here, however. Fools like me think that there is a better way, and on this planet, at least, I see how it can be like this. I have literally encountered "mystical" material that argues against such a world, as it would make kill-or-be-killed obsolete, and that is the game that souls came here to play. If so, can I please be relieved of duty and live somewhere where that is not the only game in town? Other bodies of mystical material say that this is not what the Creator intended, and physical reality is a kind of spiritual halfway house to lift fallen souls. That one makes more sense to me, but nobody has let me in on the joke yet.

Thanks for the heads up on Shaun. I am a big fan of Wallace and Gromit, and have Shaun the Sheep DVDs here at home, and I would stand in line to see the upcoming movie. Truly charming stuff. Yes indeed, there is a co-dependence between the sheeple and the dark shepherds. As long as people sleep, then Godzilla and the lower level dark shepherds can play their games. Truly, the only way out is awakening and realizing that it was a co-created experience. For the 100th time, my target audience is not the sheeple, but the sentient. The sheeple will not begin to awaken until the means of abundance are delivered into their lives. Nothing less will awaken them, although destroying their home planet is a good way to finish off their incarnation cycles in something like a sentient sheep life form that will not be able to destroy its home planet.

Best,

Wade

[gripreaper]

Posted by Wade Frazier (here)
There is a lot of mystical material that says that the best that God has come up with so far for developing souls is thrusting them into Creation's sewer, physical reality, and that kill-or-be-killed is a great way to learn. None of the sources that say that actually live here, however.

Fools like me think that there is a better way, and on this planet, at least, I see how it can be like this. I have literally encountered "mystical" material that argues against such a world, as it would make kill-or-be-killed obsolete, and that is the game that souls came here to play. If so, can I please be relieved of duty and live somewhere where that is not the only game in town?

Yes, supposedly it’s the “duality” game we came here to planet earth to play, at least those of the original cause and the original intention, to experience all of the different frequencies of duality, both polarities of positive and negative. It is the oscillations between the two polarities which animates life and gives form to energy.

Looking at it from a physics point of view, it’s all energy and the extremes of the polarities and the oscillations of this energy between the poles is what make experience in a body so intense. Apparently we like the “intense” extremes.

From a spiritual perspective, we like to label these experiences as good and evil, pleasurable or painful, and all manner of polarized archetypes and symbology to explain such phenomenon. Some say, that is the game, and that we chose it, and that we will stop playing the duality game when we are imbued with the essence of both intense and extreme polarities, and “THEN” we will move towards the middle way, the path of full differentiation from source, holding both polarities in balance. This is called unity consciousness, and apparently its hallmark is that it no longer has the extremes of polarity, but some form of amalgamation or androgeny of duality. There are many names for this state. The sages call it enlightenment, or sentience, or awakening.

The sheep and the shepherd are one of the many extreme agreements in duality. The ancients also stated that duality requires a co-creation, a sort of soul agreement to play one side or the other of the polarity game, in order to gain contrast for awakening, as well as to experience and feel the energy in a body in order to “hold” the intensity of the full spectrum of light available in the cosmos, in a body.

This is apparently the grand experiment that earth is engaged in, to see if we can hold the fullness of the entire electromagnetic spectrum of light energy in physicality, and be fully sentient and fully awake and aware, with the ability to create as gods, and to manipulate matter in such a way that all lower carnal restrictions no longer apply. Go to hell to get to heaven, sort of. Apparently we either invited Godzilla to play, or we acquiesced to his arrival and allowed him to play.

Apparently it takes many lifetimes and many incarnations to play all of the different roles, all the different archetypes, both male and female. One life you might be the father and your co-creator might be your daughter, and in the next the roles are reversed as one small example. The games are endless and the sheep will often times want to keep the shepherd in this role almost indefinitely, as it is of some comfort to remain unconscious and to play the game we were taught is the game. Often times the game Godzilla wants to play, of war and divisiveness and conflict, which has become the dominant game, becomes so grooved in the very core of our DNA, that we stay in the extreme polarities of this game and do not move closer to center. We are often very willing participants and are not even aware of it.

Some of us finish the game and apparently transcend, and no longer need to be in the earth school, as we can now wander about the universe, or multiverse at will, without any need to vampire energy from others, or to create divisiveness or duality. Along with this awakening and enlightenment comes the ability to amplify energy through intention, to husband that energy and to emanate it out into the matrix of all energy, and coalesce with like frequency and create form at will, thus having unlimited access to energy.

The energy scarcity paradigm dissolves. How that it practical to one who is still trying to figure out what to eat for breakfast is irrelevant until breakfast, death, scarcity, divisiveness, control, limitation, and all of the symbology and archetypes of duality have dissolved.

So, energy is not exclusive to capturing it externally and manipulating it for our carnal usage. Energy is also internal.

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

This will be a post on the "kind of" good guys. When the sledgehammer came down in Ventura, it got ugly, and fast. All the theft and other crimes made the Seattle experience pale to insignificance. While Mr. Deputy's performance when I was on the witness stand was the turning point of my life, as I had my nose rubbed in evil, it was really only a catalytic event, when the cognitive dissonance of the previous dozen years, after that voice first spoke to me, finally came crashing home in a paradigm shift, and my life's greatest lesson was finally driven home: we are our own worst enemies. Godzilla rarely needs to lift a claw, as we do almost all of his work for him. He must marvel every day over how easy his task is, for the herd's size. But for all the people who signed on with Mr. Texas and for all those who piled on, a handful didn't, and my bar is so low for human behavior anymore that they get integrity points from me, and I'll cover some of them.

The day that Dennis was released from jail was April Fool's Day, 1989, as fate would have it. When he walked out of jail, I knew that my heroics were no longer needed, and that the life-in-prison plan for failing to file a form was not going to work, and when Dennis was released, that was really the beginning of the end of my involvement with him. I did not care about resurrecting the business or changing the world. I only wanted to rescue him from that hellhole (for which he thanks me profusely to this day, and we are closer than family). That night, driving home from my new job in LA (which was in the process of being disemboweled by the medical racketeers), I stopped by Mr. Professor's house and saw Dennis. When I walked in the door, there stood one of Dennis's salesmen, whom I had not seen since Dennis was arrested, and I never saw him again after that night. He was a good guy, but it was not until the coast was clear that he approached us. Others also understood that when Dennis was released from jail, that the danger was over. Mr. Researcher came out of hiding a few months after the preliminary hearing was over and resumed a normal life, and even testified at the misconduct hearing, which earned him some points back. His testimony helped turn the tide.

They still kangarooed Dennis into prison and tried to get him killed in there, but that was, believe or not, about as benevolent an outcome as could be expected, when dealing with such an evil system. If you get Dennis's The Alternative, you will see a number of affidavits that were not written until after Dennis was out of jail and they felt that they could safely come forward. They scattered like cockroaches when the kitchen light went on when Dennis was arrested, but after he got out, they came forward. Again, they get some points for that, and one was a friend of mine named Cab. You can see his affidavit here, written a couple of weeks after Dennis was released from jail. Here is an image of him talking with me as the raid is happening in the building behind us. I have already written about what happened to Cab, and it broke my heart to hear it. In his naïveté, Mr. Professor always suspected Cab of being a plant from the sheriff's department, as Cab used to work there. Our experience was that that is not what the plants look like. Cab did not play the hero with what happened in Ventura, and hid with the rest of them when it seemed that evil would prevail, but he was a good guy.

If you examine the exhibits in The Alternative, you will see that some affidavits were written the week before Dennis was released, after the judge called for a bail hearing, and it looked like a miracle was about to happen. They get even more integrity points. The judge was certainly no hero and was one of Godzilla's willing minions, but he was too sophisticated to keep playing the blatant Kangaroo Court judge like his predecessors did. After Mr. Deputy and friends repeatedly and blatantly violated Dennis's civil rights in jail, the judge really had little alternative. Those gangsters were not used to people who did not lie down and die, and our persistence, Dennis's above all, was something that they were not used to, except for the rare gadfly like Gary, and they tried to kill him.

As I wrote about Mr. Engineer, he eventually testified at the misconduct hearing, too, and to his credit, he told Mr. Researcher that they were a couple of saps for going to work for Mr. Texas like they did. He earned integrity points for that honesty, too. There were many players like them, who hid when the going got hard, who even helped Godzilla's minions do their dirty work, but who were later remorseful and wished that they had acted more courageously. Another like that was a man named Larry, who was a dealer before the raid and helped Dennis after the Ventura days, who openly stated that he was remorseful for not doing more when Dennis was behind bars. Larry earned big points, even if he did it out of a sense of remorse.

They were the "kind of" good guys, whom you could not count on when the chips were down, but they were not actively attacking you, either. Watch the movie High Noon, and you get a sense of those kinds of people. Not a hero among them, but not bad people. There weren't many of them, either.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Beautiful post, Grip. That story sounds nice and may well be true, but is so hard to grok down here in the muck. All I really know is that love is the answer. With that comes true sentience, and love and FE are joined at the hip. It took years of the journey for that to become clear to me, aside from any mystical considerations.

Best,

Wade

[Servant Limestone]

Hi:

Wow, that's a beautiful post by gripreaper. It's very comforting and thought provoking to read it at a time that I am trying to let all of my participation here seat in to me. There is really something different that's happening to me now than before. Participating here changed "something" to me. And so far, I'm grounding myself. Things that I'm learning in this journey is going to take some time to seat in, as Wade said, and I'm grateful to see posts being made by gripreaper.

Thanks,

SL