WADE FRAZIER : A Healed Planet

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

The shocks of that summer of 1988, with Dennis in jail, were many, but like I saw in Seattle, it was not so much the evil deeds of the public officials, the media, Godzilla's hit men, and the like, it was the naïve, cowardly, and even criminal actions of those around me that were the truly sobering acts. Our backs were full of daggers. The employees stealing everything that they could as they ran out the door, which continued for days, was really just the beginning of acts that made Seattle's events pale to insignificance.

Again, people such as our salesman Dave and our dealer Karl earned big heaven points during those grim months, and some decided to hide rather than attack us, such as Cab, which in that climate seemed about as good as we could hope for. Dennis's religious fanaticism is definitely a mixed blessing, and he eventually learned that it is what is in people's hearts that really matter, not what their beliefs are. Mr. Professor and I were not Christians, and one dealer had a mystical persuasion, speaking of "karma" and the like, and offered to be a refuge for Dennis's wife and children in Tennessee, and Dennis spoke to me that that dealer's "beliefs" were like mine, as if I/we could then trust him (he had not witnessed the New Age scene ). Mr. Professor and I loaded up a trailer with the few assets we had left, and he drove off at the beginning of September, with Dennis's wife and children, toward Tennessee. They did not make it very far before that van overheated in the desert and returned to Ventura. That Tennessee dealer soon showed his true colors, and it was a great blessing that they did not leave Ventura. One reason they left was because it was already looking like Dennis would never live to see this side of the bars again, and he wanted to give his family a chance at some kind of life.

Mr. Professor's home then became the hub the effort to rescue Dennis, and Dennis's wife led the effort. Mr. Professor and I never really talked about it, as far as which moments of awakening were the most important for him, but I am sure that he had many of them, as I did, as the horror show played on. For their part, Mr. Deputy and friends were like caricatures of evil, and while making faces at me when I was on the witness stand was the turning point of my life, what they did to Dennis in jail was infinitely more egregious. When they threw Dennis into solitary confinement for a month or so, for trying to throw a Christmas party for his inmates, their behaviors took on a bizarre Hollywood flavor, as if we were watching some poorly written script on the evil ones, as they twirled their Snidely Whiplash mustaches. If our lives were not being wrecked in the process, it was almost funny how far over-the-top they took their evil deeds while earning Godzilla's pay.

I was driven into bankruptcy by the events of that summer, but it was truly a minor nuisance when compared to other events, which I may never be able to publicly disclose. If I outlive some more people, I will be able to, but that is far from guaranteed. If was able to name all the names and events, it would all be so much larger than life that nobody would believe it, and Dennis's story is far more preposterous than mine. The so-called White Hats contacted us more than once before Dennis's arrest, but they just hide in the shadows, and I doubt that they had anything to do with the miracle that we pulled off the next year, which we all knew was a case of divine intervention.

I have written how I played basketball with Mr. Professor in those days, even in the gymnasium I played in during the off-seasons of my track star days. Mr. Professor was quite the stud, but he also had diabetes since the early 1960s. My memory fails me at the moment, exactly when it began happening, but I think it was after we busted Dennis out of jail. I no longer cared about our business and only wanted to rescue Dennis from a short life behind bars, but once Dennis got out, Mr. Professor committed himself to rebuilding Dennis's business. That, more than anything else, is what bankrupted him. He also went into business with a man who sold an herbal replacement for insulin and other alternative health products, but he did not always have the ingredients, and Mr. Professor began using himself as a human guinea pig. He stopped using insulin and began taking those herbs, but lost weight, and his "partner" would admit that they ran out of the one of the ingredients, so Mr. Professor was taking a deficient supplement. I do not know how much that had to do with how his diabetes went out of control in those years, but it had to contribute. That "partner" saw that he had a live one in Mr. Professor, and milked him for a few hundred thousand dollars over the course of a year or so. Mr. Professor decided to gamble with his fortune, to make enough from his gambling to fund the resurrection of Dennis's business. Of course, the opposite happened.

In 1986, the year before we hit town, Mr. Professor was a millionaire, the great white hunter who went to Alaska almost annually, the most beloved professor at the local college, and he gave his 29-year-old star student a mean basketball game. Four years later, he was bankrupt, his health had failed, and he would have lost his legs if not for his wife's taking him to Mexico for an outlawed treatment that reversed the gangrene in his legs. Mr. Professor was the epitome of the strong, silent type, a taciturn farmer of the Great Plains who never complained about anything, but he finally admitted to me that the stress of those years had something to do with his unravelling health.

But back to when the night was the darkest. The preliminary hearing was a Kangaroo Court affair from start to finish, when my eyes were finally opened to the true nature of evil, as Mr. Deputy rubbed my face in it. Those were radicalizing days for Mr. Professor, too. December 1988 was the worst month of my life, by far, and had nothing to do with my filing for bankruptcy that month. I saw myself killing people and liking it. It was the lowest point of my journey, and Mr. Professor was also in a butt-kicking mood.

That January, I got over my unbidden thoughts of murder and decided that I would do anything that I could to rescue Dennis, and that was when I met Gary Wean, who gave me the best advice that I could get, which directly led to the miracle. Mr. Researcher was still in hiding, as he had been since the previous November, during the preliminary hearing, to avoid testifying after receiving Mr. Deputy's threats. In early February, I decided to sacrifice my life, to give Dennis a slim chance at avoiding a death in prison, and I approached Mr. Professor and asked him to mortgage his home and loan me $50,000 for Dennis's legal fund, mostly so that we could bring in expert witnesses on the heat pump, to beat the fraud charges. They weren’t going to give Dennis life in prison for failing to file a form, which is why they lied to and threatened all of our technical witnesses, and even laboratories that had produced test data on our heat pump. In that environment, it would not have terribly surprised me if the judge had ruled that the sky was green. I was not surprised at all when they rigged the Rodney King beating trial a few years later.

Time for work.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

If you get Dennis's The Alternative, you get most of the names that I have used aliases for. I use aliases to protect both the innocent and the guilty. When I asked Mr. Professor to mortgage his home, I knew that I was sacrificing my life, and it ended up that way, and parenthood and owning my own home both moved into the realm of "not in this lifetime" with that gesture, although buying my own home might happen before I am too old to work anymore. We'll see. No regrets, but those were real prices of the journey, but the personal devastation that I experienced was far greater than the financial abyss that I leapt into. I have passed up more than a million dollars five different times on my journey, and the latest was taking the break to write my big essay. It just came with the territory. Brian, Mr. Professor, and I all went bankrupt, and Dennis has been destitute for most of his life, and losing his teeth was just one of the many prices that he paid.

In February 1989, it looked for all the world like the forces of darkness would prevail. Throwing Dennis into solitary confinement for daring to throw a Christmas party was only of many similar acts engaged in by Mr. Deputy and friends, after the farce of a preliminary hearing was over. Mr. Professor, Dennis's wife, and I were all that was left, trying to rescue him. I vividly recall my moment of decision to do it, and there was a moment of exhilaration, as I knew that I had to do the right thing, even if it seemed completely futile. Dennis and I talked long ago about why I did it, and do any of us really know why we do what we do? Was I picking up the slack for others who failed? To a degree. More than anything, I was standing up for the light, no matter how dark the night was. Realistically, it was a completely futile gesture, as Mr. Deputy played King Rat, and the entire legal apparatus in Ventura County was in on it, certainly with well-greased palms in high places. Working for the forces of evil pays well, for a time.

When I asked Mr. Professor to mortgage his home, he said that he would have to ask his wife, and we met in his office (across the street from the jail), and he and his wife agreed to loan me the money, and then we had a good cry. We kept the source of the money secret from everybody, including Dennis and his wife. The last thing that I needed was more attention from Mr. Deputy and friends. In the end, making faces at me on the witness stand kind of backfired on Mr. Deputy.

Within six weeks of my futile gesture, Dennis was out of jail. It is the greatest miracle that I have witnessed in my lifetime. We all know that our gesture was answered by some divine being. Just who, I have no idea. Dennis calls it "God," but like that voice in my head, it has never identified itself to me. I met Dennis the day he got out, and he lost 70 pounds in jail. It was like a county-hosted fat farm for Dennis. That is because they starve the inmates, and that is another long story of corruption that I don't want to get into tonight.

Almost the first thing I heard from Dennis when I met him was that he planned to go at it harder than ever. He regarded his time behind bars as a way to rest up for what was next, and he was as enthusiastic as I ever saw him, and that is saying something. You really have to witness something like that to really understand, and watching Dennis in action has been one of the greatest privileges of my life. I did not tell him that night, but I soon let him know that I was not interested in rebuilding the business again. I had had enough. He still did not know that I was his mysterious benefactor.

The last of my fund was used to hire Mr. Big Time Attorney, although Mr. Professor spent part of it on trying to keep the business alive. I let him know that was I only going to pay back what was spent defending Dennis. I paid it back over the next decade. When Mr. Big Time Attorney ate through his $10,000 retainer, Dennis asked how deep the pockets were of Dennis's mysterious benefactor, and Mr. Professor revealed that it was me. I was tapped out. Dennis wrote, when he found out that it was me, that he was simultaneously, "upset and pleased and disappointed and proud" (The Alternative, p. 43).

Dennis has said that when he got out, he was not thinking that he was in the clear, but it was obvious that the only way that Mr. Deputy and friend's plans would work is if they had Dennis hogtied in jail and unable to defend himself. I was intimately aware of how resourceful Dennis was, and I really was not worried about him at all once he escaped jail. Dennis still got kangarooed into prison, and the prison officials set him up to be murdered by the inmates more than once (somebody in very high places orchestrated that), but it was all a rear-guard play, probably after more palms were greased. Their big play came to naught, even though they still got Dennis for failing to file a form. It was one of the most famous cases in Ventura County's history, and more than a decade later, Mr. Prosecutor, then a judge, called a recess to quiz Mr. Researcher about Dennis.

Mr. Professor helped Dennis resurrect the business from the moment he got out, and the company was literally named, "Resurrection Marketing," as Dennis's sense of humor is always evident, which is what can make him so addictive to be around. Every time I went to visit Dennis, and I said it would only be an hour or so, my future wife learned that one hour usually meant five, where Dennis was concerned.

Dennis lived at Mr. Professor's house with his family for nearly a year, and Mr. Professor's home and phone was Dennis's only contact with the world for years. Mr. Professor's home became a halfway house for Dennis's inmates. One was a 75-year-old man who was kangarooed into jail and he actually smuggled out a few chapters of Dennis's book, My Quest, which he began writing after the preliminary hearing ended. The deputy who really ran the jail (Mr. Deputy was more of a figurehead, seeing to the comfort of his career-making catch) openly threatened Dennis on more than one occasion for daring to write and trying to defend himself. For years after Dennis got out of jail, Mr. Professor received calls from Dennis's former inmates, who called to thank the man who changed their lives, and wanted to let Dennis know that they were still walking the straight and narrow path. That is the kind of effect that Dennis has had on everybody around him.

But trying to resurrect the business in Ventura was a tall order, and it ended up bankrupting Mr. Professor, as his health unraveled and he was forced into retirement and went back to the family farm in North Dakota, where he died a decade later.

Dennis got kangarooed into prison just about as Mr. Professor moved back to North Dakota. Dennis got out in 1994, barely surviving the experience, and I have never published the attached photo before, I believe. It was taken in the airport bathroom when I met Dennis the day after leaving prison, as I paid for his plane ticket and had it stop in Columbus, where I worked. Once again, a year behind bars did not even slow Dennis down. About his first words to me were, "I have been in the Big House now. It wasn't so bad." But he spent the next few hours telling me about prison life and how close he came to being murdered, courtesy of the prison officials.

The way that it works is that not everybody is in on it. Only a few well-placed people, in high places with greased palms, need to tweak the system's knobs a little to set somebody like Dennis up to be murdered by the inmates, which was what happened in Dennis's case. He was kind of a celebrity inmate with some of the guards, who knew who Dennis was (and probably knew that he was innocent), and they recruited him to be an engineer for one of the facilities.

Dennis got out of prison in the spring of 1994, and my wife and I visited Mr. Professor and his wife on their family farm in late summer 1994. I am attaching a photo taken at his farm. That is what it looked like next to his house. I have never been regretful during my journey, and I suppose that it was due to by mystical background, although that does not always mean that I am happy with my journey. For all the voice in the head and divine intervention, if that really was "God" behind the scenes, he can find another fool for his suicide mission next time. Mr. Professor was not religious or mystically inclined, and his failing health and financial oblivion, from millionaire to bankrupt in five years, meant that he could no longer help his family, and around that time, his siblings disowned him, with the kinds of accusations that I am all-too-familiar with. His mother had a stroke that left her a near-vegetable (we visited her in the hospital), and when I visited him, it was the only time that I saw him regretful for what he had done. I was so sad to see it.

It did not last long, however, as Dennis began to make waves soon after getting out of prison, and began those national barnstorming tours in early 1996. Mr. Professor was one of the first on the bandwagon, and he stayed that way for the rest of his life. As I have written plenty, I was Dennis's accountant for twenty years and saw all the money that went through his hands (which everybody likes to lie about, especially how much "stuck" to Dennis's hands – the answer is zero), and in 1997, when I was working for Dennis again, I saw those contributions from Mr. Professor, getting Dennis going again. Oh, he was racking up big saint points. He had no business donating to the cause again, but there he was, shoveling out the money once more. All I could do was smile.

There is more to go on Mr. Professor, but it is time for bed.

Best,

Wade

[Servant Limestone]

Hi:

It really do seem that the things are starting to be more imbedded into me. I can feel it. I am getting more depressed. Hahaha. No. I think the half-hearted reading part created something but joining this forum and letting myself speak started the process. Of course, Wade's guidance helped out. I can feel it. Something is peeling out and wanted to get out or something and of course, the depressing part, is that for some reason, I am resisting it. There's something there. But here I am, just trying to let you all know. It's damn hard. You just have to figure it out.

I think it is really about the fact that getting on with this journey really means that in some way, I have to give up something out of my way of life to at least be able to orient myself closer to it. It's just part of keeping your eye on the ball as you can get distracted by one way or another and all of a sudden, you realize, "What the heck am I doing again?". It's easy to deny that all of this is just a hoax or I am just dreaming or that all of this is not real, and then I can just go on with my life and do "normal stuff" and have a normal way of thinking. But I'm too far away from that. I've reached beyond the horizon. Unless, I get some permanent amnesia, then it's ok. But no, this is imbedded into me now. And I doubt that I'll forget this. I came here for a reason, at least something personal or soul learning process related or something that I will only find out once I pass over to the other side. I think I am realizing how important the mystical awakening experience can be as some sort of a support in this and providing you with a greater understanding. You can't be a materialist in this. And yes, those prerequisites are perfect for the approach you are doing Wade. Again, this is a lonely journey. The simple fact that I know that I really can't tell Wade's World to people surrounding me just depresses me. Just literally nobody will listen. And imagine the fact that for example, I get to develop a relationship with a woman. There's just something deep inside you and you probably can't even tell her. This is challenging. And that's something that I just have to accept. I have to find my way towards an acceptance of all of this. Because honestly, I think what I am feeling inside is really just wanting to be in denial. And yet, you can't anymore. And the distractions are probably a way for me to find a way to deny all of this that I've learned here in Wade's World. But no, There's nothing out there. And my insides are rebelling. It's either rebelling that I can't get over this or it's rebelling because I am not doing something about this enough to put me into a proper perspective.

I also realize how important is having your heart in the right place in this kind of thing. Because having your heart in the right place means that it's easier for you to do your homework and develop your perspectives and just ground yourself up once in a while. Then you can have that mindset to start writing and hit notes. It's almost as easy as it sounds. But no. It doesn't appear to be that.

Goodness, What am I going to do? Well... we'll find out. I'm just beginning anyway. It's just part of adjusting I guess.

That's all.

Thanks,

SL

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Keep writing, SL, as you are speaking for many. Waking up in our world is a hard, lonely process. Nobody that I know of woke up easily. Dennis and Ralph barely survived their initial moments of awakening. Oh, getting my mystical awakening was easy, and I was quite the mystical student when young, but it was only preparation for my journey, and yes, that mystical awakening was critical for grounding me. If I did not have that, I wonder how I would have done. But Mr. Professor was no mystic, and neither is Ralph, but Ralph is not an FE guy, either. But getting his mystical awakening ruined Brian's career, so it can be a mixed bag.

Those choir prerequisites, like almost everything about my work, is not something that I just came up with one day, but is the result of being on this path for more than 40 years, and seeing who had the right stuff and who didn't, who was a help and who was a hindrance, and so on. I'll tell you this, however, that for any woman who you want to share your life with, she is going to need to know about your "other life." Friends and family do not need to understand, but the person you share your bed with needs to have some awareness. She does not have to be on-board and some kind of Wade's World acolyte, but she needs to be aware of what you are into and at least accepting of your "hobby." Again, in the big picture, who can say that they would hate living in this world? If there is a more beautiful and practical vision out there, I don’t know what it is. But getting there, for the few who will make it happen, just like with all previous Epochal Events, is the hard part, and it starts in the heart.

Well, if this is a hoax, it is certainly a well-done one. I get this all the time, on people wondering how real I am, how real my journey was, especially when there is a line of people out there lying about it, from Mr. Skeptic to leading voices in the FE field to the federal government, and the media trumpets their lies. My media studies, which began with Uncle Noam and Uncle Ed, only began after years of getting both barrels of the media's lies. It was no big leap of faith to understand how the media serves up the daily lies that it does, when you are the target of them for years.

As Ilie has written, when he began kicking the tires of my work, he discovered that I heavily document my work while my and Dennis's detractors simply make it up as they go, and none of them were there. People who really do their homework discover that. That is one reason why my work is so heavily documented. It is one reason why I put some photos in my previous post, so that I can help make it more real to people. It is also why I have done several interviews, and probably will do more one day. But, I cannot force anybody's eyes open: it is up to each person to do the work. Yes, FE delivered into people's lives will begin to open their eyes, and they will then gradually wake up, but the people delivering it have to be fully sentient, or as close as we can get to it in this Epoch of Scarcity. The system is designed to lull people to sleep and keep them there, however, so anybody waking up is going to be a freak, one of those who took the red pill.

Back to Mr. Professor.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

This will be a short one, as it is nearing time for work (my last day at my current gig, and we will see what the universe has in store for me; my "friends" have been very active lately, pulling my strings, and we will see what they have in mind).

I have written before on what kind of "joker" Mr. Professor was, when he harvested his neighbor's crop while they were away and they came back to a neatly stacked harvest. I imagine that his town all knew the identity of the joker. They don’t make many like Mr. Professor.

Even though his trip to Mexico saved his legs, Mr. Professors' kidneys kept failing. I wrote him a check for hundreds of dollars each month, only wishing that it could have been a hundred times larger. If I had to sacrifice my life, I cannot think of two people or a cause worthier of sacrificing it for, so in that way, I was immensely blessed. I longed to take him to Alaska, for one last trip, but by the late-1990s, when I was in position to do it, Mr. Professor's kidneys failed to the point where he was put on dialysis, and his traveling days were over. A line formed, of people offering Mr. Professor their kidneys, from his daughter to former students to Dennis and me. It was in 1999, I believe, when I was having a serious battle with the bottle and wanted so desperately to stop drinking, that I decided that having only one kidney would have been great motivation to stop drinking, and I called Mr. Professor and made my offer. He gave the same answer to all those people who lined up: he would only accept a kidney (and maybe part of their pancreas, if they were willing to do that) from somebody as "old and useless" as he was. Dennis took his wife and daughters to one of his shows, in Minneapolis, as I recall, in 2001, and I have attached pictures at this post. Even more than me, he was an uncle to Dennis's daughters. As you can see, his skin was orange, in his late-stage condition. He died several months later, and in that post I describe seeing him in his heaven and the message that he sent me from the other side. At his coffin, that voice in my head spoke up for the third and so far last time in my life, taking "credit" for leading me to him. That sent me into the dark phase of my midlife crisis, which lasted more than four more years, until Dennis invited me to the White House.

I really could write about Mr. Professor for days. What an amazing human being. The angels were lined up ten deep, with trumpets, when he passed over, like they also undoubtedly did for Brian. My wife tried to console me after Mr. Professor's death, saying that he achieved sainthood in his lifetime, largely through meeting me, so to not feel so sad. As I have written, Mr. Professor came from the grave to console me a couple of years ago, and I think happier thoughts about him today. Even saints can mess up, and he contributed to Cab's violent death. Cab was one of those "kind of" good guys, which was about as good as we could hope for in those days.

I may be done writing about Mr. Professor for now, which leaves Dennis as my final vignette, and that will take some telling. As I have often stated, what was important, for me, about my journey with Dennis was not so much being in the presence of a being like that, but what I learned from my journey with Dennis. That was the kind of education that you cannot buy anywhere on Earth, and my writings are to help ensure that it does not all go to waste.

Time for work.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Before I get to my Dennis vignette, which will have some fresh information, I could write an NEM vignette, trading notes with fellow travelers vignette, banging on the doors to see if anybody was home vignette, telling my friends and family about FE vignette, and so on. But I don't plan to. The point of these vignettes is to sketch the path of learning that I took. While I learned plenty from Brian, my NEM days, my days of trading notes with fellow travelers, my interactions with my social circles, etc., those learning curves were nothing compared to my ride with Dennis. As I have stated plenty, you can study warfare for a lifetime, but you will learn more about war from ten minutes on a battlefield. During my days with Dennis, we were throwing our lives on the line, and life and death decisions were made with regularity. It was not always obvious that they were life and death decisions as they were being made, but it soon became evident that they were, even seemingly innocuous ones.

What I get a great deal of are people on both sides of the narrow path that I am trying to help people walk. It is similar in ways to the structuralist/conspiracist divide, in that fear is what they are operating from, not love. Some deny that that there is any organized suppression at all, and that we were just imagining it or were criminals ourselves, and they think that they have bright ideas to make FE happen (if they are not in complete denial about it), and I have not seen a "bright idea" yet that was not a variation on the failed paths that have been trod literally thousands of times. On the other side are people so paranoid about Godzilla and how their social circles would react to their membership in my choir that they are not brave enough to be real people. There will not be a conversation on Earth like what will happen in my forum, and if a person cannot muster the courage to be a real person in cyberspace, they are going to fall far short of what will be needed to help manifest the biggest event in the human journey, at least for the approach that I am trying. I have designed what I am doing so that the risk to anybody in the choir will be very low. There is not going to be any of the conspiracist/New Age stuff that abounds in other forums, where my work might seem like it would fit. It will be something entirely different.

People who hide in the shadows and just think about FE, in something approaching a comprehensive and enlightened way, are also helping, and who knows how large that crowd might be, but it falls short of what is needed for my plan to work.

All of my vignettes put together, which currently weigh in at 120 pages of written text, only scratch the surface of the experiences behind them. I could write for a thousand pages and still just scratch the surface. But for the people that I seek, this series of vignettes will get across the gist of my message, which is that those other paths to FE have not worked and are unlikely to. The perils and temptations are too much for anybody to walk successfully, primarily because personal integrity is the world's scarcest commodity. Dennis's Indiana Jones approach probably came closer than anybody else's ever has, but it was still far short of getting over the hump. It is time for the enlightenment approach to FE and a healed planet. Brian and Dennis immediately understood that I was doing something different, and so will the people I seek, and this series of vignettes is intended to help them understand. They will all be on one thread in my forum when I am finished writing them.

Onward to my Dennis vignette. This will be a long one and will have new information in it.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

An important topic is being discussed over here today.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

This will start the Dennis vignette. It won't finish with this post. My connections with Brian were kind of eerie, that voice and my connection with Mr. Professor was more otherworldly preposterousness, but the voice leading me to Dennis was the most ridiculous of all, so much larger than life that I still look back at those events and wonder if they really happened. Hollywood movies don’t even get that stupid in linking together fanciful events. My path leading to Dennis is even more spectacular than my public rendering of events, and maybe one day I can tell the full story.

I was groomed for the path I took almost from the cradle, as a member of history's most privileged demographic group. Dennis's path was radically different, growing up as a migrant farmworker who was turned out of his home by his father at age 13, because he could no longer afford to feed Dennis. For the next five years, Dennis somehow survived to be an adult. He lived in abandoned homes at times, living on the top floor and booby trapping the stairs to thwart assailants, who in that milieu thought little of killing somebody like Dennis. Dennis probably should not have lived to adulthood, but he still kept going to school. For two years he slept in a janitor's closet at school, was discovered not long before graduation, and was expelled. He then joined the army, which is what redneck Americans did, especially homeless ones. Dennis was a paratrooping medic, stationed in Germany, who ended up in Vietnam before he was discharged. He saw combat there, in 1968, the kind that few people recover from.

Dennis went home to Yakima and attended college, pulled straight A's, and became class president, before it was discovered that he did not graduate from high school. The president of the college made a special exception for Dennis when it was discovered that its star student had not graduated from high school. Dennis had his awakening moment in a bank lobby with a starving family, and while he nearly did not survive his awakening moment, he got his mystical awakening at the same time. Dennis worked in Alaska during a break from school, helped the FBI pull a sting on the Alaskan mob, and survived a couple of mob murder attempts. He fled to New Jersey, of all places, and rubbed shoulders with the Eastern Oligarchy. He had Utopian dreams and studied proposed Utopias in college. On the brink of college graduation, he realized what a farce his degree was going to be, dropped out, and went into business for himself. I have written plenty about those days and do not need to belabor them. Before he met me, Dennis should have been dead dozens of times over, but his bizarre journey led him back to his home state in 1984, and that voice led me to him, just after he completed the greatest run ever made at bringing alternative energy to the marketplace.

I have already written several vignettes on the cast of characters (1, 2, 3, 4, 5) in Seattle, and do not need to repeat them. This vignette will focus on Dennis. I have written about the moment our eyes met, and neither one of us knew who the other was. Dennis told me years later that I was shaking in the interview, and he soon found out why. All of that spiritual training, study, and adventures prepared me for my ride with Dennis. I almost immediately spotted a great soul in Dennis. His unfailing optimism and integrity in the face of the onslaught was incredible to witness. I was sold on him, not the technology (I did not even know how it worked when I was in Seattle). He tried to talk me out of chasing him across the continent, but I would not be dissuaded, and my persistence convinced him to let me come out. The rest truly is history.

In Boston, Dennis had recorded ten hours or so of videotape, made while telling an heiress about his journey. It was my first encounter with "philanthropists" who never came through with anything other than trying to wreck or steal the operation, but I watched those videos in the first week or so that I was there, and they were educational and entertaining, as anybody knows who has seen Dennis in action. I began understanding the bigger picture of Dennis's journey. During his presentation to the heiress, Dennis would keep producing documents to support his story. Somewhere along the line, Dennis learned the virtue of documentation, and his The Alternative, for instance, gives evidence of his approach. He is one of the world's greatest BS artists, but in his books, he renders the story conservatively, believe it or not.

I was living with him and his family, with the family of a salesman from Seattle that got his family involved. Their involvement bankrupted them. Dennis tried to rescue them the entire time, and they fought him the entire way. I was there for a month when Dennis and his family moved out of their home, and I moved with them. Dennis rarely reads, and watches TV to relax. I stopped watching TV when I was 18, but if I wanted to hang out with Dennis, it was usually while the TV was on. That winter, on many nights, Dennis and I stayed up late into the night, in the living room, and I got to hear about Dennis's life. And what a life. To Dennis, it was just the life of somebody who followed his calling, but it was very educational to hear. Less than a month after moving into that house, I improbably became Dennis's partner. It was really beyond my wildest fantasies at that time, and it also became one of the first times that Dennis kept information from me, and that time, it was to protect me. Dennis's investor who pulled the rug on him, leaving him high and dry, was only going to put up $20,000 as an initial installment of a $1 million investment. He got cold feet when he realized what Dennis was planning on doing, in genuine fear of what the power structure could do to him. Dennis never told me that, and I read it in his My Quest, I think. Dennis let me become his 50/50 partner for only $20,000 (although I raised about $40,000). That ended up costing me, when my investors began attacking me. I cannot blame Dennis for doing that, trying to protect my innocence, but I do as little of that as I can, in what I am doing.

I got to know Dennis's wife, babysat their daughters, and am Uncle Wade to them today. They were a very loud family. The highlight of my road trip in 2013, when I last saw Dennis, was hanging out with Dennis's daughter and her family, while Dennis and his wife played grandparents. That daughter's son is named for her brother who died of crib death. I will take that memory of that day happily to my grave. This will be the first of a few posts on Dennis.

Best,

Wade

[Nine]

Hi Wade,

there is a guy on the internet who is quite a star...

his name is ben fulford...

many think he is a scam...

and of course project avalon...

I know so little about them...

however I am just searching the net for the truth...

truth is that there is more truth in porn than upon the alt news media and that is for sure...

what the eff is porn?

it is just sex for christs sake...

some say the jews controll porn...

I would say how do you make a buck off of porn when every tom dick and harry are posting "their" porn vid upon the internet....

a big....as it were...

thanx wade

nine

[Nine]

Wade,

If I could I should talk about how I really feel....

there is a company called Aldi,....

It is the food pantry of the former middle class...

I am a member of that crowd...you know that old person or that disabled person who would be just happy to survive...

and so a blue pill is now availble and all who take it will end up in paridise...

that is news for a break in time...

i would say that we just take a break and wait....as it were...

should we lay low or simply attack our enemys....

what about should we not just love our enemy in some way and avoid a fight...

what about the alternitive medaia such as netflix?

I use their service and I pay almost nine dollars a month for that service..

a nine for netflix or see what a buck can buy...

looking over the alt media as a low class person with no money...I would say how would I talk about the control system...

I would say do what you want to do and not what the controllers say you must do...

all have a handler or a controller but I would suppose that truth would have all questions answered with absolute truth...


kind of like the bible...


as it focki9ng were...


Nine

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Nine:

I rarely discuss the other talking heads out there, in a milieu that I get associated with, and I generally do not like the associations. I am not a New Age/conspiracist dude, but I am often confused with one. Briefly, Fulford thinks that David Rockefeller is in the cat bird seat on Earth, when he isn't, although he is up there, high in the food chain. If you want to know what Fulford thought yesterday, you have to pay to subscribe to his service, and from what I have seen, very few of his claims are verifiable in the slightest, as they are all about what Godzilla is doing in the covert op world. When he made claims that HAARP was used to cause earthquakes, those whom I respected in the field (there are not many, but some) laughed at him. I would be very careful in believing much that he has to say, and the same goes for Wilcock, and I was very surprised to see Greer hook up with him. Greer is kind of renting himself out as a celebrity these days, and you will never see me do that (Brian O even did it near the end of his life, and I recognize the scrambling desperation behind it, and I will avoid that at all costs). I am doing something very different from what they are, and the discerning can tell.

I put almost no "inside information" on my site, unless I or my close circle experienced it, and even then, I wonder about some of it (and what I wonder about, I rarely publish). I am very wary of "insider" information provided by military personnel, people who claim to have been on Godzilla's payroll, and the like. Much if not most of it is disinformation, limited hangout stuff, etc. When people expose the "inside" like John Perkins, Ralph McGehee, Gary Wean, and Rodney Stich did, they have my respect. Most of the other stuff is tabloid fodder. Maybe the queen of England is a shape-shifting lizard, but David Icke has not presented much verifiable evidence of it, and even if she is, so what? Virtually no elites have the public's best interests at heart, other than keeping them healthy enough to milk, and then slaughtering them when they outlive their usefulness, and the lemmings line up. Any malevolent ETs that might be here are only playing a game that almost all the rest of us are. Those "evil" grays in that reality that Roads visited were only the masters of a game that everybody played. The only solution is to stop playing the game, not attacking the "winners." The love game is the only answer, not variations of the fear game. You are going to be far better off going deep on my big essay than you will surfing the Internet, and especially on the fringe stuff. I see people close to me chow down on the chaff all day long, thinking it is wheat, and they bombard me with it.

Heck, I would not listen to most of Dennis's technical explanations, or even Bearden's. It is a very mixed bag out there and a minefield to navigate. Sparky Sweet had the goods, Dennis sold the world's best heating system, Mr. Mentor invented the world's best engine for powering an automobile, Brian was asked to go to Mars, and if you risk your life for enough years, playing on the high road to FE, you may get a show from the so-called White Hats. Yes, Godzilla's Golden Hoard is real, and FE and related exotic technologies have been subjected to a global organized suppression effort for longer than I have been alive, but there are many levels of that game, and they are not all coordinated, but a kind of convergent evolution has happened. JFK was killed in a conspiracy that was covered up at the highest levels of government, we really landed men on the Moon using conventional rocket technology, and the American government is lying its ass off about UFOs. You can take all of that to the bank. Much of the rest out there I cast a very skeptical eye toward, and most of that other stuff is also a circus and distraction from what is important. I rarely pay attention anymore, and any effort that makes Godzilla its focus is doomed to failure, for a number of reasons.

My work is not about that conspiracist stuff. I am way more into Uncle Noam than the conspiracist or New Age flavor of the day, and while surfing the Internet sure can be fun, and yes, there is plenty of porn out there ( ), as usual, reflecting our animal natures (all human addictions are about trying to feel good, at least for a brief time), one of the services that I provide in my work is that I have vetted what I feel is accurate and will help us turn the corner, particularly for understanding how the world really works, and laying aside our scarcity-based baggage. Conspiracist stuff often leads to paranoia, and scarcity-based ideologies are cousins, because both are fearful, at their root. We are not going to get to a healed planet by fear, but by love. This, I know.

Back to the Dennis vignette.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I am going to take a little vignette break, maybe for the rest of the day. I just got back from a training hike. The Old Man still has it. I was breaking in some new boots and taking my first "weight" hike of the season, where I put a bowling ball in my backpack pack and lug 30 pounds up a mountainside. All systems are functioning normally. Pics from this morning are attached. The local mountain is now a jungle of new growth, and in rainforests, mushrooms sprout all year, except for the dead of winter, but don't pick any! People die all the time up here by harvesting wild mushrooms and getting poisonous ones. No white person is an expert up here, and there are only a few exceptions of species that are very characteristic, so the risk is low. But I'll never do it. Just last year, I was asking after an acquaintance whom I had not seen in a while, and I was informed that she died from eating a friend's meal made from mushrooms that he picked, and he was a veteran picker.

Hi Uncle Nine:

I need you to raise your game, young man. I have seen you write full sentences, grammatically correct and spelled correctly, and actual paragraphs. I know you can do it. You are in position to help me manifest the biggest event in the human journey, and here is the kind of help that you can provide and that I would highly appreciate.

You have read my big essay twice, and I want you to either ask questions or make observations about them. Pick what interests you. There are thousands of topics to choose from. You are fine with "looking stupid," but that is something that I never want to do to anybody. I never try to make anybody look stupid, and you would not believe the questions that I have to field in my daily life. Just yesterday, I was asked this question in all seriousness: "If I grind up twelve ounces of coffee beans, will the grounds weigh twelve ounces?" The person prefaced it with, "I know this is stupid, but I need to know." I replied with a straight face and only a little humor, and the last thing that I wanted to do was make the person feel stupider than he already felt. I don't know about you, but I'll bet that I could have correctly answered that in the first grade, if not earlier.

I am not here to show people how smart I am. I am here to help raise people's awareness far enough so that this world can come into focus, and how to help us get there.

Nine, you have done a little of it, and you can do more. You can make a powerful sharing of your journey that led to you this thread. Darren and Ilie did not know why I wanted them to make autobiographic posts, probably because their journey cannot hold a candle to mine, but with only a few exceptions on Earth, nobody's can, not on the FE front, but that is not what I am looking for. Your journey would be important to share, not so much your biking tales (keep them to once a month, if you could) or your evangelical tales (once a quarter is plenty). Some Avalonians think that you are disrupting this thread, and while I will not go quite so far, I am asking you to raise your game. I know that you can.

I am not a professional biologist, anthropologist, economist, or historian, and my work is very much an amateur effort, and I am happy to be shown where I am wrong and where my work could be better. The learning never ends. But what I generally give short shrift to anymore is people trying to compete with me. That is not my trip, and the areas where they try to compete with me are absolutely silly, as they challenge my work because they saw some TV show or YouTube clip that seems to contradict my work, and all they can do is parrot what they saw, as if that can really challenge me.

I could throw a baseball 360 feet when I was 20, which translated to over 90 MPH, or major league velocity. None of my friends tried to compete with me in long toss of baseballs, but they would think that they could challenge me on my analysis of world events because they saw the TV version. Or they knew that my IQ was 50 or more points higher than theirs, and they knew that they could not add fractions, but they thought that their political-economic "analysis" was more astute than mine, and their sole source was some redneck conspiracist stuff or what they saw on TV. Now, that stuff I do not want to go into, but they would constantly try to engage me on those subjects, like they were hunting Moby Dick and wanted to put their harpoon in me. They were all defending their egocentric delusions. As long as people are not doing that, I am OK with their stuff. To each his own, but don’t make me eat your meal. Similarly, I am not going to humor people's delusions about the work of Velikovsky, Sitchin, Cremo, Menzies, and the like. Their work does not cut it and I have no interest in it. Similarly, I am not interested in the "We never landed on the Moon" stuff, unless somebody has some highly compelling evidence, instead of endless recycling of the same old disinformation that is decades old. World authorities fall all over themselves praising my work, but my social circles think I am crazy. Prophets have no honor in their home towns.

Similarly, I really have no interest in discussing the talking heads in the New Age and conspiracist circles (including other Camelot witnesses – I am happy to discuss Brian and a few others, but it is only a few), and I have said all that I really want to say about the FE milieu, here. There is really not much more to say. The entire field is in a state of arrested development, and I really do not want to have anything to do with it today. I really am doing something different, and my big essay is going to be the cornerstone of my future efforts, and that is what I want to discuss, not the New Age or conspiracist flavors of the day or the latest FE aspirant who declares that he is the Messiah. We need to raise our games if we are going to make a dent.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Back to Dennis. Again, my learning curve was insanely steep during my days with Dennis, and he learned, too. He was obviously far ahead of me on the curve, Indiana Jones-ing for many years before I met him, but we also began playing at levels of the game that were new to him, too. Seattle was the beginning of my awakening, with many salient moments (1, 2), but 1986 was also the happiest year of my life.

The many betrayals that I saw in Seattle were only a prelude to what the next couple of years would bring, but I was still as innocent as a babe. Dennis has an incredibly powerful personality, and living with him was a unique experience, to put it mildly. His wife, Alison, is a Florence Nightingale figure, and while she was the good Jewish/Christian wife, she never let Dennis get away with anything. There was constant conflict between them, and her personality was in ways as strong as Dennis's. Their marriage might not have worked, if not for that. Mr. Engineer also lived with us, but largely stayed in his room, in that large house.

After I raised the money, it was largely Dennis, Alison, and I preparing for our Greatest Energy Shows on Earth, and the beginning of my long hours for more than the next year. The first thing that the money I raised paid for was bringing out that installer, to build that demonstration unit that you can see being hauled off in the raid, with me supervising. By the day of the raid, that installer had become one of the extortionists.

For all that Dennis had been through, he still had this childlike faith in humanity, saying that they really cared, but had nothing worth caring about. Living in the shadow of that personality, I believed it, in my naïveté. Over the next two years, that naiveté would be permanently shattered. A decade later, Dennis admitted that almost nobody really cared, but he was sifting through the mine tailings of humanity, hunting for gold nuggets. He rarely found any. Dennis really thinks that his faith is enough to bridge the gap between the divine and the unwashed masses, and that by sacrificing his life for his God, that he could lead humanity out of the wilderness. It is pretty easy to see how much of his approach was conditioned by his Christian background. His was the hero's journey. As far as I have seen, it does not work.

The week before our first Greatest Energy Show on Earth, Dennis and I worked the booth at a home show, and watching Dennis in action that week was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. As I look back, it was about my last happy moment of my life's happiest year, and the descent into reality was about to begin. Our first Greatest Energy Show had about 35 attendees, and I found that funny drawing in the seats after the show, attached.

During the two months after that first show, many events happened. I brought out Mr. Mentor to assess what we were doing, and he and Dennis did a secret deal that they never told me about, and once again, I only discovered it by reading it in one of Dennis's books. The deal was that Mr. Mentor would only work with Dennis if he brought the operation to Ventura. Mr. Mentor later crazily blamed me for what happened in Ventura, when I essentially saved his life and the lives of others, and of course, other than Dennis and that small inner circle, I never received a word of gratitude, but instead received attacks and vilification. That is how it works in the real world.

We received a media blackout, while New England's electric industry was having secret meetings to decide what to do about us. We received the first offer from what I now know was Godzilla. It was the innocuous friendly buyout offer, which usually works, as almost all FE inventors are in it for the money, not to help the world. I would have been an instant millionaire, but that was not our goal. At about that time, Dennis began taking me under his wing as his protégé. I could never do what Dennis does, and soon began questioning our entire approach. Before Boston, Dennis stacked equipment contracts to the ceiling and then found financing. That was how he did it in Seattle and the East Coast. But the tax credit had expired, which was what made his marketing plan work, which is still the most brilliant thing that I saw Dennis do. Dennis was still planning to build an industry around that heat pump, but probably was planning on going the commercial hot water path. Basically, the greater the customer's energy needs, the more the heat pump would save. The commercial installations were always the showcase installations and what most of the test data that we promoted was based on. I only saw a few home installations. The commercial installations I saw the most often.

But we began by selling business opportunities, not equipment. I began understanding the conundrum that we were in. Those panels, which made the equipment work like it did, could only be ordered in lots of a thousand, which provided the panels for 125 systems. So, you had to sell 125 systems or none at all. Dennis is the only person who could ever sell the heat pump, so he was the only reason why there could be an industry around it. More than a hundred companies came and went in that fledgling industry, mainly because they did not know how to sell them. Dennis also was a master of industrializing fledgling industries like that, as he did in foam insulation, which led to his Heat Injector concept for his heat pump.

FE is obviously big stuff, to put it mildly, and Mr. Mentor and other scientific and inventive heavyweights were not quick to call the idea of marrying heat pumps and heat engines to do FE "impossible." Dennis soon was offering to buy out the beleaguered nuclear power plant, received the red carpet treatment while public officials were sharpening their axes, Amway got interested, and many other events happened which evidenced interest from high places. As I recall, Dennis also got his first White Hat call in Boston. The attacks and betrayals from my investors also began then, as well as my own wrestling with delusions of grandeur. By the time we moved to Ventura in June 1987, I was feeling battered and worn out. Little did I know that I had only received a gentle preview of what was coming.

In the end, what did I really learn in Boston? For one thing, my journey's primary lesson, that personal integrity is the world's scarcest commodity, began to really sink in during those days, as everybody was making their play around us. I began to understand the magnitude of the technical side of the effort, and began to have doubts that our approach was going to work. Not from the technical side so much, although I am still unsure if the process of hooking up heat pumps to heat engines could produce FE (although I later saw scientists of high standing who thought that it was possible), but getting everybody to row in the same direction. It seemed that nobody was really in it for the "cause" of righting humanity's ship and healing the planet, but was there to cash-in somehow. I was not totally sold on that grim idea, but began to have nagging doubts that we were going to find enough people with the right stuff. For all of Dennis's patriotic, Christian, and environmental rhetoric, it was appealing to people's sense of self-interest that got them excited, not our goal so much. It began feeling lonely in Boston because of that. New England is not exactly the best place to initiate an idealistic project, as they are raised to be cynical there, but maybe California would be different. I was about to find out.

Time for chores.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Before I move on and get to the California experience, here are some anecdotes from Boston, and some may be new, and others should give more color around events previously disclosed. We were in a hole-in-the-wall office in Woburn, a Boston suburb, and the "staff" was little more than Dennis, Alison, Mr. Engineer, and me. I often answered the phone, and that could be an adventure. One day I picked up the phone and the woman on the other end said, in her New English brogue, something like, "Come on! Free electricity is a scam!" I replied that we were sincere in our efforts. After a minute or so, she said, "OK, maybe you aren't a scam, and I am calling to offer you our marketing services." That is how they make sales calls in New England.

On another day, soon after Dennis made his offer to buy out the Seabrook nuclear power plant, I answered the phone and the caller asked for Dennis. When I asked who was calling, the caller replied with, "John Eichorn." He has been dead for nearly twenty years, so I am revealing his name for the first time, I think. Mr. Big called. That was just before Dennis and Mr. Engineer had their red carpet audience with Eichorn.

It was right around the same time that Godzilla's minions came to our office with the friendly buyout offer. The meeting "room" was a conference table situated just outside of my office. I was not part of the meeting, but it happened right outside my office. I clearly recall them coming in. It was several of them, and I particularly remember a man who looked about 65 years old, doddering in wearing a golf hat. The meeting did not last long, and when it was over, Dennis came into my office and described the meeting: "They said that our FE idea looked good, and they offered to buy the rights to it for $10 million." Dennis and I had no idea that we had just experienced the standard offer for FE aspirants who reach a certain "threat" level. Heck, we were so ignorant in those days that we did not even know there was an FE milieu. We had not even heard of Tesla at the time.

I'll bet that the friendly buyout offer works more than 90% of the time, with the targets never being the wiser. They were in it for the money, anyway, and probably did not experience much cognitive dissonance when people paying so much for the technology rights never seemed to develop it. A year later, the innocuous offer became blatant, as they added a couple of zeroes before we had the boom lowered on us. Once again, I never heard about the final offer until I heard Dennis speaking publicly about it nearly a decade later, and he wrote about it in The Alternative.

Around the same time, I met that Amway billionaire at the same table where we got Godzilla's first offer. It was also around the same time, as I recall, that Dennis got his first "attaboy" call from the so-called White Hats. Dennis got three or four of those calls while I was his partner, but they are kind of fuzzy to me when they exactly happened, but I seem to recall one in Boston and two in Ventura. They were bizarre conversations, and weren't really conversations at all. Dennis would be working late at night in the office when his phone rang, and when Dennis answered, the "conversation" was approximately: "Mr. Lee, we are very impressed with your efforts. Keep up the good work." Then the caller hung up, with Dennis looking at his phone, wondering what the heck just happened.

As the controller, I also ended up opening the mail, or my clerks would, and I received more than one unpleasant surprise that way over the years of working for Dennis. Just before we left Boston, we received a letter from the Massachusetts Secretary of State. The letter said that we were selling securities to Massachusetts residents, and they instructed us to send a list of all Massachusetts residents who bought those opportunities from us. More of that protecting the public. The local prosecutor was sharpening his ax, and now the state got into it, obviously acting on behalf of the energy interests. That New England cynicism became less pronounced the further north you went, and even though we were in Boston, everybody who got involved with us was from New Hampshire, except for the man who became our employee/machinist, so there was really nobody in Massachusetts that we sold business opportunities to. I mailed back our response just as we left town. I am sure that if we had stayed, the red carpet was about to become redder with our blood.

Back to chores.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

On to California. For me, it was the last place where I wanted to be. I had left Southern California twice before, vowing to never live there again, and there I was, again being sucked into Southern California. The next year, I was commuting to LA in some kind of Groundhog Day nightmare. But I had another nightmare to live through, first.

Dennis was in Yakima, saying his farewell to his dying father, and I lived with my father for a month until he kicked me out. That was the last time that a relative housed me. I went to live with Dennis and his family, and lived with them for nearly a year, all totaled. I thought that we were moving to California because Mr. Professor had raised a wad of money that he handed us when Dennis got to town. But, as I discovered nearly a decade later, it was because of that side-deal that Mr. Mentor and Dennis had, but Mr. Mentor did not get involved with us for a couple of months after we arrived. During our first few weeks in Ventura, I think that I heard of the fate of the company that stole Mr. Mentor's engine, in another bizarre instance of synchronicity.

We did a Greatest Energy Show in LA in July, and in August of 1987, Dennis ran ads in USA Today (he ran ads there for more than 20 years). To respondents, we mailed out a tape that told our story, and offered to sell kits to build, sell, and install the heat pump, with the kicker being that we were working toward free electricity. Soon, the checks began pouring in from across the USA. Dennis found his next rocket ship. All I had seen was bloody ruin until then, and Dennis's wife and I did not see what the big deal was, but Dennis said that the grizzled prospector knew when he hit a vein of gold, and Dennis was right. It took off like a rocket. We went from a handful of volunteers to 40 employees, occupying two buildings, within two months. I never saw anything like it before or since. We accelerated from zero to 100 MPH almost overnight, and I began working the 12-14 hour days again, just trying to keep up.

In Boston, we had a couple of attempts to steal the company, by our associates, and as the rocket began taking off in Ventura, I saw several more attempts to steal our business. I also saw the Seattle experience, as I saw the employees cheer the thieves and watched several groups fighting over the carcass of Dennis's stolen company. At that time, I had witnessed about a dozen attempts to steal our companies, and I told Dennis how shocking it was to see. Dennis replied that the first 50 times he saw it, he was shocked, too. Heck, the USA is essentially a criminal enterprise, full of murderous thieves, so we were not really seeing anything that unusual, I am sorry to report, but the lure of FE turned people into orcs lusting after the One Ring. While I wrestled with my own delusions grandeur in Boston, it was tame compared to what I witnessed others succumb to. It was truly sickening to see.

When Mr. Mentor came aboard in September and proposed marrying his engine to Dennis's heat pump panels, we began building a prototype of it. In December, Victor Fisher came to one of our Saturday morning shows and left off his business plan, and he had been building hydraulic heat engines for several years, in Australia (see these patents 1, 2, 3). Then Dennis went into overdrive, we were raided, and it began going rapidly downhill for me, and by April 1988, I was a pile of frayed nerves. I asked Dennis for the summer off, and the next month, the CIA delivered Godzilla's final offer: a billion dollars to fold the operation. When Dennis rejected it, they stopped playing nice. Then the nightmare began, and the next six months ended at the lowest part of my journey, when I saw myself killing people and liking it. I cannot publicly reveal many events from those days, to protect both the innocent and the guilty, but by December 1988, the primary lesson of my journey was driven home in no uncertain terms: personal integrity is the world's scarcest commodity. After receiving guidance from Gary Wean, I sacrificed my life. Mr. Professor and I then pulled Dennis out of Godzilla's gullet, in the greatest miracle that I ever witnessed. We all know that it was an instance of divine intervention. Those and subsequent events cost Mr. Professor and me our lives. I was young enough to survive, while Mr. Professor wasn't. His death was the most devastating blow for me in my lifetime so far.

This is all territory that I have covered plenty in my writings on my site and on this thread, so I am keeping it short. So, what did I learn through it all, and specifically, what did I learn related to Dennis and his journey, and why I am taking the approach that I am? Dennis is by far the greatest human I have met or heard of. He is unique on Earth, to my knowledge. I met him immediately after he left incarceration both times, and he shrugged it all off and went back it harder than ever. To say that it was awe-inspiring is an understatement.

However, Dennis's statement from early 1987, that people cared, but did not have anything worth caring about, was laid bare for me. That is not true in the slightest. The vast majority of humanity cares nothing for anything outside of their immediate self-interest. That was the hardest lesson of my journey, which nobody wants to believe is true, but it is. Playing on the high road like that amplified the issues under a million-watt spotlight, so that nobody's posturing meant anything and we saw what we were made of, and with extremely few exceptions, it was not pretty. After 1988, nothing about human behavior could surprise me again, and when I heard about a new magazine in early 1990, titled Lies of Our Times, I was ready for its message, and thus began my studies that resulted in my website.

Nearly a decade after his "people really care" statement, Dennis admitted to me that almost nobody really cared, but he was sifting through humanity's mine tailings, looking for gold nuggets. More than any other reason, humanity's abysmally low personal integrity is why the mass movement approach will not work. I carried Dennis's spears in four different states as he tried the mass movement approach, and once with Brian. There is not enough "density" of integrity for the mass movement approach to work, partly because it largely relies on social circles. The very definition of politics is people pursuing their mutual self-interest, which is also how dark pathers operate. As Bucky Fuller noted, all politics is worthless for solving humanity's crucial problems.

I was not done helping Dennis and I had yet to meet Brian, so I had some more lessons ahead of me, but my radicalization was complete by the end of 1988. I saw Dennis and his family two years ago. I am attaching two of my long-armed selfies that I took when we visited their daughter and her family, which was the highlight of my 9,000-mile road trip, which was one continuous blessing. Dennis and I are closer than family, but I may not see him again, as he was finally run out of the USA by the federal government. The sitting president's energy advisor was one of Dennis's biggest fans, but it did not mean anything, once the Big Boys got involved. The president is down the food chain a ways, which was one of the key lessons of my journey. Indiana Jones can't save the world by himself and his next birthday will be his 70th, and as the fictional Indiana Jones said, it was the mileage, not the years.

Many lessons were learned in those days, and I began understanding the technical/business issues. People thinking that some garage guerilla effort is going to bring FE to the world obviously have no experience making anything like that happen. The entire enterprise is far harder than it might seem, even leaving the organized suppression aside. The enemy is us, not Godzilla.

Time for bed.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

I am taking a little vignette break to address a subject comes up all the time, and I have been hit by it numerous times lately. People come to my work all the time, and then leave. Some are kind enough to tell me why they leave, and they are all variations on familiar themes, and they include:

• Scientific illiteracy, which includes embracing scientifically invalid works for popular audiences;
• Inexperience (particularly the lack of a genuine awakening experience);
• Dabbling in the "occult" and fringes and attaching themselves to a "teaching" that appeals to them, at the expense of seeing a broader canvass;
• Subtle addictions to scarcity, and I gore their favorite scarcity-based ox;
• Being emotionally overwhelmed;
• Lack of discernment;
• Inability to acknowledge the darkness, or an obsession with it;
• Realizing that my effort requires more personal integrity than they possess (for those honest enough to admit it);
• Understanding my work makes them feel socially isolated;
• Combinations of those factors, which leaves them hacking at branches if they hack at all.

I have been at this for more than 40 years, and being a public figure like I am for so long means that I have had thousands upon thousands of interactions with people on the subject of my life's work. My work is not for the faint of heart, and attaining productive understandings of the issues is like walking the razor's edge. Not many can get there or even want to try, which is why I know that I seek needles in haystacks. That is in no way judging those who cannot get there, but they will not be helpful for what I am attempting, and it is more than fine for those people to walk away. Helping manifest the biggest event in the human journey will not be easy, and only a relative handful are fit for the task. Maybe they will walk back after exploring, and realize that I offer the most positive vision on Earth and a way to get there, but I rarely see that. I am going to discuss some of the above factors and how they lead people away from my work.

The first half of my big essay is almost all science, and mainstream science at that. It is mainstream science partly because I have not found anything in fringe science that provides better explanations of the body of evidence. Science is not easy, but I designed my big essay so that non-scientists can digest it, although it will take plenty of hard work to do so. I definitely show the limits of mainstream science, but I also show what it is good at. Science is a process, not a collection of facts and "truths," which is something that non-scientists often have a hard time comprehending. I have encountered many people who cannot distinguish between a hypothesis and evidence, and are unable to discern when a hypothesis has been falsified. The fringes are full of hypothesis that do not stand a chance or were falsified long ago, as their proponents have to ignore robust bodies of evidence or engage in sophistry to dismiss them.

For an easy example to understand, people who want to argue that we never landed men on the Moon have a strenuous task ahead of them. I went deep on the evidence long ago, and none of the "evidence" for faked moon landings held up. I have literally had people read my work on the subject, and they came away convinced that we never landed men on the Moon! I was awestruck, and that is a classic case of a lack of discernment and an inability to distinguish hypotheses from evidence. Making an argument and proving it are two very different things. It is like they stopped reading when they encountered the hypotheses and never got to the part where I compared them to the evidence.

Another issue that I have encountered is people who do not "believe" in evolution. For one thing, science is ideally not about belief (although "assumptions" are beliefs, and honest scientists admit it; "skeptics" – even the few seemingly honest ones – are notorious for treating their assumptions as "facts," in a case of circular logic). The evidence for the process of evolution is simply overwhelming. Descent with modification is about the most battle-tested theory in the corpus of science. Just how life evolves or first appeared on Earth is subject to plenty of controversy, but scientists have identified many of the processes, just as happens when studying any phenomenon. The denial of evolution that I have seen people throw my way is always of the scientifically illiterate kind, and is generally a variation of: "Because my Bible tells me so." When they walk away from my work because it conflicts with their Bible or other holy text, they can go with my blessings. They will not be able to help with what I am doing.

One of the most common things that I see is people wanting to be "activists," but it is all of the hacking-at-branches stage of activism, of "protest," of thinking that the retail political system is where the power is (it isn't, and politicians are puppets), of thinking that money, taxes, and other exchange issues are the heart of economics, when they are only its trappings. People are familiar with politicians and money, so they think that manipulating them is some kind of solution, when that is the furthest thing from the truth. I carried Dennis's and Brian's spears as they interacted with the retail political establishment, and what a waste of time and effort, and they both eventually admitted it. There are no political solutions to humanity's predicament.

As I have stated many times, Americans are not my target audience, as they are the most deluded people on Earth, believing the equivalent of fairy tales. The greatest force of evil on Earth today is the American military, and in my great nation, all you see is a lionization of our mercenaries who kill millions abroad on behalf of the empire. American nationalism is founded on outright lies, many of them (although more the lies of omission than commission, as usual), and more than 99% of Americans blow a gasket only a few pages into my work, and I partly designed it that way. Almost no Americans can read my work much before getting very uneasy with it and finding a reason to read something else, and that is OK. Shedding our delusions is one of the first steps toward true sentience, and those who cling to their delusions are not going to help with what I am doing.

The so-called New Age is full of charlatans and their deluded followers. It really is a tawdry spectacle. In ways, the FE milieu is the same, which is why I do not want to have anything to do with it today. The recent spectacle of an FE aspirant declaring that he is the Messiah, as he gathers his eager flock to him, represents the worst of the FE and New Age milieus.

If people cannot handle the emotional heft of my work and feel bereft that they cannot evangelize their social circles with the good news, that is fine, and my work is not for them.

On the darkness and denying it or obsessing on it, it mirrors the structuralist/conspiracist divide. At their root, both are based in scarcity and fear, and people cannot comprehend abundance while they are trapped in scarcity. It really is an issue of the heart, not the head. Fear and scarcity, love and abundance: they are two poles of the spectrum, and abundance is simply unimaginable to more than 99.9% of the people on Earth today, and they are not going to be talked into it. I am looking for that tiny fraction that can imagine it without getting a show from the White Hats. Impatience is my Achilles heel, and my path has been teaching it to me. I know that time is short for humanity to turn the corner, but there are no quick and easy answers, and nearly everybody who turns away from my work seeks them. If they really search long enough and hard enough, and don’t settle on the many flavors of scarcity-based pabulum out there, they will realize that there are not any easy solutions. This won't be easy, but I have designed what I am doing so that it does not risk people's lives.

Time for chores.

Best,

Wade

[Servant Limestone]

Hi:

Well, well, Wade... now that you mentioned it again about those people who encounter your work. Let me give an update.

This is very coincidental. I am NOW reading a very, very gloomy article about our prospects for the future from an Internet site called the Post-Autistic Economics Network. There's that work by Richard Smith of the Institute for Policy Research and Development in London, UK about "Capitalism and the destruction of Life on Earth: Six Theses on Saving the humans".

It's a very interesting read. Because it's making me too emotionally overwhelmed so far and socially isolated since I cannot talk of this stuff to people. It's depressing. I'm really going through a stage here. It seems to be that way. I just read that part of your site again yesterday about EROI and the decreasing EROI of our civilization especially by 2020, just nearly 5 years from now. And according to the article I'm reading now, which is dated back 2 year ago, we're already 2 years beyond the danger zone of the measurements of climate change scientists of 400ppm of global CO2 emissions from where anything can happen now. We're already officially in the tipping point. I am now truly and deeply understanding what Uncle Noam is saying countless times that even the most conservative estimates of climate change scientists today is forecasting very, very bad things for humanity's future. I am now understanding the really deep drive of Chris Hedges on his activism and want of a resistance with the way he talks about our situation now and his discernment on the collapse of past civilizations, which seem to turn off many people during his lectures. This is the truth. It's rocking my senses now.

I am now truly understanding the grounding stuff that you suggest that I need to do and how your impatience is your Achilles heel as part of this. It's incredible. This can literally break your heart. The challenge we are facing is enormous. And it's making me think of some stuff that I am doing in my life right now. Wade, I think I have to start thinking of how to upgrade doing my part here. I just have to be efficient right now in using a very precious commodity, time. I also need to focus more on my health. I need to step up my game in this writing thing and in doing things in my real life outside writing here. I have a mission now. I am putting my trust in this approach of yours. Admittedly, I was still in partial denial. Yeah. Whether I join your choir or not, I just have to step it up. This is it. Yeah, I just have to keep writing here.

We just don't have a lot of time left. It's really, really hitting me right now. There's no escape. All of the approaches out there.... I am so realizing it now, they're not enough. They're not enough. There's nothing out there. FE is the only way. THE ONLY WAY.

It's 2am here. Time to sleep. I am praying now that I can sleep well after what I've just read. I feel so exhausted.

See yah,

SL

[Wade Frazier]

Hi SL:

I feel your pain, believe me. My 20-year battle with the bottle was due in large measure to dealing with the emotional traumas of my journey, which were many and devastating. Thirty years ago, I was bright-eyed FE cannon fodder, and for all of my talent, training, and study, my true education had not yet begun. Twenty years ago, I was in the throes of recovering from my days on the FE high road, digging out of debt, putting the pieces of my shattered life back together, and digesting the work of Uncle Noam and many others. Ten years ago, I was in the throes of a monster of a midlife crisis. If I had been drinking during those seven years of agony, I might not be here today.

In all of those ways and more, I was in no position until a few years ago to even think of writing my big essay and starting a choir. You may think that you are not choir material, but I see a lot of potential. But being in the choir certainly is not the be-all, end-all. There are other ways to help FE along, but nobody is offering what I am, which is why I feel such pressure to do it right, to not pander to people's delusions to form "group cohesion," and the like.

Yes, the doom and gloom comes from many "smart" corners, but they have adopted gloom and doom as their framework, which is always firmly rooted in scarcity. Their "solutions" are nothing that a sane person would want to embrace, not when it is completely unnecessary. I have found that they are literally frightened by the notion of heaven on Earth, and they will embrace certain doom over lifting their eyes toward a chance for salvation. It took many years of witnessing such reactions to begin to realize what I was seeing. My fellow travelers reported similar experiences, and from the leading "progressive" and "environmentalist" voices on Earth. It is truly surreal.

The choir needs to be made of people with a love of heaven, not a fear of hell. The knowledge of where we are heading, and fast, should give people a sense of urgency, and truly, if I found a thousand like Ilie and trained them, FE would be unstoppable. There are seven billion of us. Am I asking too much? One in seven million (and one in a million for the less talented and committed)? I hope not. I am reaching choir candidates way more than half way, and I am not asking them to risk their lives like I did and am doing today. Digesting my work is not such a heavy lift, not when the potential is considered, but you are getting it, in that you need a healthy regimen for yourself, to be any good for helping humanity turn the corner.

Back to chores.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Briefly, before I go to bed, since nobody at Avalon has yet picked up the ball to discuss my big essay, other than a post here and there, here is another exercise to do. That paper that SL linked to is a pretty standard textbook set of "solutions" that come from the Left, which sees corporate power as the root of the problem (Marxism for the 21st century), which is misguided, IMO, but read that paper and think about how many of the problems that the paper outlines would exist in a world based on FE. Would any of those issues still exist?

Best,

Wade

[Servant Limestone]

Hi:

Well, since I am the one that read it, I am going to answer the question.

It's very obvious that the Fifth Epochal Event will made all of the issues outlined by the paper to become completely gone. That it seems right to say that we are dabbling in some utopian communist future stuff here.

Capitalism, as the major driver of ecological collapse today, is going to be obsolete. The entire structure from Godzilla, to the retail elite, to the military-industrial complex, the culture industry, the unbelievable income and wealth disparity. They will be totally gone. And good riddance. Again, using some labeling that itself would be obsolete in a FE future, we are looking into a utopian post-materialistic and post-communist future for humanity. I am using the word "post-communist" in the sense that world communism is the start of real history of man in Marxian thinking, which is still a flawed way of thinking, beyond the transitional lower phase of communism or socialism which is beyond the barbarism of capitalism. And this is even beyond Marx's wildest dreams. The obsolescence of products and goods today will become the obsolescence of the elites that made those products and goods, which in the first place, we don't really need. As noted by the article, at least three-fourths of the current consumer goods and services all over the place do not cater to our basic needs. Including the one I've decided to go to apply now, business process outsourcing, since I can't find a decent job for myself even here in the supposedly one of the beneficiaries of all the jobs leaving the United States and the Global North.

Congo, which I think is the most oppressed part of the world since the time of the Belgians, thanks to the curse of having so many natural resources, like the Philippines and Southeast Asia as a whole, can finally return to its pristine condition and there will be no need to mine and extract anything from the Earth and the forests. Forever.

Richard Smith noted that how the solutions to our current crisis is so obvious, at least for him, but I am now understanding the austerity measures behind such solutions being proposed. And someone that was groomed by radleft writings, I've developed a strong distaste for the word "austerity" thanks to Europe's solutions to the Great Recession today. The political Left is not going to rise up the same way it did in the past. It is way past its expiry date. And yet, it's from their ranks that we can hopefully attract a lot of people from the idea of FE. That is if only they can get past their rationalist and materialist conditioning and have a mystical and spiritual background. There is literally no need for such austerity measures in a free energy civilization. Free energy doesn't waste anything. It exemplifies the scientific idea, if I am correct since I remember Keanu Reeves in the Day the Earth Stood Still as an extraterrestrial talking about death, that the Universe doesn't waste anything. The carbon compounds and the energy of the decaying corpse of someone dead goes back to the Earth and replenishes it. For some reason, this idea attracts a lot of atheists. They like the idea that their corpses helps in the formation of a tree. So going back, it exemplifies the scientific idea about how energy is not wasted. Or how the Universe doesn't waste anything. And for what I think about free energy, FE doesn't give off waste. In a way, I like the idea too about how the nutrients that can be given by my corpse can help in giving life to a tree or plant. But there's nothing better about the idea that my soul is an eternal being and I am just on a process of educating myself here on this planet towards enlightenment and returning back to the Great Creator, from where all of our paths came from and where all of them lead to. It's a complete circle.

Going back to the paper, greenhouse emissions will be totally suppressed by FE. And there's no need to over-consume resources from the Earth again. And it's not possible once spiritually, you realize that you are just a cell of the Great feminine being that resides in the planet. And you have to talk to her and commune with her for your own well-being. Yes, we just have to stop what we are doing now. But I disagree that we no longer need a technological breakthrough. It's even an imperative now that we need a technological breakthrough. And this is the tricky part. Because this is the "conspiracy theory" part. The technological breakthrough that we need is under organized suppression by a cabal of 300-400 people today that probably institutionally came from the Majestic 12 of the late 1940s. And yet this actually goes back more than a century ago by the major players in the past, probably now overthrown from the top by this "Godzilla" cabal. Not just greed for money. And it's not even money, it's power. But that's not the important part. What's important is that there's not even a need for Godzilla to act that much to be able to suppress FE and associated stuff. We, as a people, played our own part in this. I believe it's Uncle Noam that cited David Hume about how power structures, even the most undemocratic ones, always rely on the consent of the people, whether they are aware of it or not. But if the people gained an awareness of the situation they're in, the power structures quickly crumble. Unfortunately, these power structures don't really fell just because of the people gaining an awareness. The people's awareness began in the first moment that there's a production of energy surpluses that feed upon fulfilling basic needs of humans up to their self-realization. It's the sheer reality of Abraham Maslow's hierarchy of needs. The Age of Enlightenment wouldn't be possible without the sheer extraction from the New World by the Europeans that also lead to the Industrial Revolution. And that's where we are now. Now, in the most totalitarian period of our history, the most challenging period of human civilization as Michio Kaku is saying, which is the ability to make it to Type I civilization since going to Type II and beyond is infinitely way easier, we need to have that energy surplus to help out human civilization and so humanity as a whole can go straight towards fulfilling its self-realization. We can skip or easily figure out the lower stages. This is where the FE technologies that Steven Greer and the Disclosure Project meticulously categorized in a briefing for President Obama from Water Enhanced Combustion Technologies, reported many times by Philippine television since I was a child that were made by Filipino inventors but nothing happens out of them since Toyota or a local private power utility owned by an energy mogul here or a Japanese company reports "expressing their interest".... Hahaha. Then up to Plasma Arc Reactors to Brown's Gas to Bohren Effect, etc. That's when they came into the picture as the technological solutions we've been looking for.

I think the right word rather than the way the paper presented it is that there's no scarcity oriented solution to the problem. Yes, there's no technical solution to it - short of FE. And definitely, there's no market oriented solution to it since the concept of the market as something that brings a win-win solution to everybody is just a fallacy. Cap and trade schemes don't work. Carbon taxes don't work.

Something that really hits me though is the resource depletion. I think it's right to say that Greer noted that even those water fueled combustion engines or cold fusion or something that goes beyond the traditional and "alternative" sources of energy today but still short of utilizing the FE field are just transitional energy technologies. They still don't solve the problem of resource depletion. And yet, it's only FE that can solve it and even restore what's already lost. We can literally heal the planet.

The proposal of building a global planning mechanism is again, about austerity. We need to go beyond the economic concepts of planning and market. In a transition to a FE civilization and beyond, the planning remains. But it's not the same kind of planning anymore. It's probably even wrong to say that FE civilizations do economic planning. But I think in our transition, we might have to do something like it. But I'm sure that I can also be very wrong about that. A poor village in India that can harness the quantum vacuum and use FE alone is going to create tremendous changes for the villagers. One thing I believe though is that a free energy revolution exemplifies the wildest dreams of radleftists about "revolutionary spontaneity" and the wildest dreams of Austrians (Austrian economic believers) about "spontaneous order". So, no world government. No need for world planning. There's nothing to plan, especially if it is about containment of an existing problem, not solving it.

Now that I think about it, it's not even about solving the environmental crisis itself. It's not a radical solution that the paper presents, I'm sorry to say to Mr. Richard Smith. It doesn't tackle the root problem. But it does try to tackle the issue of the ways that the current system worsens the environmental crisis and indeed tries to change the system that cause this crisis in the first place but it doesn't solve the crisis itself. It's an austerity based scarcity based economic solution. We don't need economics for this. And it didn't give a scientific solution and a technological solution in relation to that. Because, it's hard to believe, there's no solution that the organized scientific establishment can provide. And economics doesn't talk about the reality of what the Earth is about. About what nature is about. There's a disconnect between man and nature in the organized scientific conceptualizations. There's no convergence. Man is just an advanced animal and nature is superior to man, which I think is correct. And we try to be superior to nature, which is wrong to do. And yet, we still haven't understand nature and the Universe yet. There's no convergence of spirituality and science. That's why man and nature is disconnected. Am I doing this right?

I am getting tired of writing here, sorry. So, that's all for now.

Thanks,

SL