Paths of Radicalization

In 1988, I became radicalized on a courtroom’s witness stand, when the prosecution made faces at me as I testified. My paradigm permanently shifted during that signal moment in a journey of disillusionment and awakening. The succeeding twenty years of research reflected on this website has been, in retrospect, largely confined to assembling the details. I use the word radical in its classic definition, meaning going to the root. My radicalization meant questioning everything I thought I knew.

Brian O’Leary recently published his first book in several years, and its epilogue presented an email that I wrote last year, where I described the intention behind my writings. Today, our strategies are similar, although our paths paralleled, crossed and diverged over the years, often in synchronistic fashion.

While on my path of radicalization, I encountered fellow travelers, Dennis Lee most prominently. They were primarily Americans, largely because I am an American and can only communicate in English. Those others achieved their perspectives in similar ways, and this essay compares their stories, while also presenting previously undisclosed anecdotes.

Those fellow radicals had diverse backgrounds. Ralph McGehee was literally an all-American boy, being an All-American football player at Notre Dame and a prized CIA recruit. Dennis was raised as a migrant farm worker and left home at age thirteen. Brian was an Eagle Scout and astronaut who taught physics at Ivy League universities. We all began our journeys naïvely, having digested our American indoctrination, and we also needed to honestly believe in our indoctrination. Because of that questing nature, we eventually had experiences that demonstrated the depth of the lies that we believed in, which led directly to our radicalization.

Our radicalizing moments were usually preceded by experiences that raised our cognitive dissonance. It took Ralph McGehee his career’s greatest success for his dissonance to begin developing. Even though the CIA canceled his successful intelligence-gathering program, Ralph continued his gung-ho ways and volunteered for duty in Vietnam in 1968. It took a harrowing night in Saigon, sobbing over photographs of napalmed Vietnamese children, for him to finally figure it out, sixteen years into his career. Instead of killing himself in protest, Ralph devoted the remainder of his life to rectifying the situation.

That voice in my head did not appear as dramatically as Dennis’s did. Dennis had his first radicalizing experience in a bank lobby, when he realized that the American nationalism fed to him was a myth. The paranormal experience that sent me on my journey was far from my first, and Dennis had an out-of-body experience before that fateful day in the lobby, but the drama of that voice in his head first speaking to him, with the barrel of a gun in his mouth, was a Hollywood moment. That voice also initiated his mystical awakening.

Brian O’Leary’s mystical awakening happened somewhat later in life, at almost forty, when he had a remote viewing experience in a human potential class. He never fully returned to his Ivy League life.[1]

Like Ralph, others came to their radicalizing moments via their careers. A Justice Department friend saw how it worked in Detroit with high MPG carburetors, but while he woke up to that reality, he stayed quiet. Others spoke out, such as Rodney Stich. Originally given the task of investigating United Airlines plane crashes in the 1960s, Stich opened doors to a world so black that it nearly defies comprehension. Gary Wean was a police detective, and receiving inside information on the JFK assassination a few weeks after it happened was part of his awakening. However, it was years later, when the criminals that run Ventura County targeted him, that his radicalization really began. He survived a murder attempt among other outrages that saw him die virtually destitute in Oregon several years ago. Nearly every person discussed in this section survived either murder attempts or life-destroying harassment. They all suffered greatly for following their hearts.

Some developed a comprehensive (AKA “generalist”) perspective. I achieved mine by the seat-of-the-britches, but some had the good fortune to be mentored by R. Buckminster Fuller, such as Adam Trombly and Steve Meyers. Steve began studying under Fuller as a teenager, while Trombly began his journey as a teenager, when he found his deceased father’s journals. Trombly’s father worked for the USA’s government, and was reportedly involved with reverse-engineering extraterrestrial technologies in the 1950s before being murdered by medical means. If Trombly’s story was ever fully told, it might even be more dramatic than Dennis’s. Many in the free energy field hope that he someday will.

Most of those radicals and comprehensivists are geniuses, at least by how the West defines it, and most had a scientific background. However, they did not arrive at their insights via their heads, but by their hearts. They all cared and are probably a member of Mark Twain’s one-in-ten-thousand morally courageous, although none of them may think of themselves in that way. They were all, to one degree or another, overgrown Boy Scouts, it being literally true with Brian and myself and perhaps some others. Because of the physical plane of existence’s pervasive delusions, and even though we all experienced moments of clarity, it is doubtful whether any of us have completely laid aside our nationalistic, religious, capitalistic, scientistic and related scarcity-based indoctrination. I work on shedding my indoctrination every day, and will probably never be finished.

I disagreed with Ralph McGehee, for instance, that his CIA-related realizations were what anybody else with his information would have deduced. Ralph is guilty of projecting his pure heart onto others, believing that they shared his motivation. Many of his CIA brethren had similar opportunities to realize what Ralph did, but few chose to, and even if they did, almost nobody acted on it. Ralph’s belief that he was a missionary motivated him to volunteer for Vietnam in 1968, which nobody primarily concerned with self-preservation did. Ralph chased his ideals, which led to his rude awakening. Only fervent believers like Ralph even put themselves in the situation to figure it out, and only somebody like Ralph was honest enough to finally arrive at his terrible moment of realization: he really worked for the forces of darkness, not light. Others awoke to some degree, often becoming zombies at Langley, but only a handful ever spoke up publicly like Ralph did, and he paid dearly for his heroic acts of conscience.

There are others who attained, to one degree or another, radical understandings. I received more political education at the scholarly knees of radical leftists than any other group, which includes: Noam Chomsky, Ed Herman and Howard Zinn. While they did not necessarily go through meat grinders like Dennis and Ralph did, they attained some fairly radical perspectives, and their high personal integrity was evident in my interactions with them: they have all been among my most gracious correspondents.

Dennis and my father were born in Washington State to migrant farm workers, my father in 1936, and Dennis in 1946. Mr. Professor was a North Dakotan farm boy, born in 1935. Their journeys had remarkable similarities. Brian was born in 1940 and, in his latest book, he noted that he and I came to similar viewpoints via independent paths but, as this essay will demonstrate, we often traversed the same terrain.

Accounts of Brian’s journey can be found in his books.[2] From his first book to his latest, his engaging personality is evident. While studying astronomy at Georgetown, Brian wrote a play that satirized the faculty, which got him expelled from the program after a fellow student working for the CIA tattled.[3] The Eagle Scout became an astronaut, and Brian drank deeply at the well of his nationalistic indoctrination, partly due to being raised in the seat of the American Revolution in Boston, but his irreverence toward corrupt authority indicated where he was heading. After earning his doctorate in astronomy at Berkeley in 1967, he became an astronaut, and is the first human officially assigned to visit another planet. Brian joined NASA soon after my father left it, which is the first time that our paths crossed.

A couple years after graduating from college with an engineering degree, my father was recruited to work in NASA’s Mission Control in Houston in 1966. His job was overseeing the dataflow from the global tracking system. After he had been there about a month, the tracking system began failing; nobody could figure it out and, as NASA was about to dismantle it, my father thought about the symptoms for a few minutes and told his supervisors where the problem was. His diagnosis was correct, and NASA’s management wondered how somebody only there a month figured it out, when their best minds could not. Soon after that incident, NASA began begging my father to move to its headquarters, and that was my first brush with Washington, D.C. My father possessed a systems perspective that seems to run in the family.

My father worked on the Gemini 11 and 12 missions. After the Gemini 12 mission, during my third-grade Christmas break in 1966, my father took the family on a tour of Mission Control. At around the same time, he gave my brother and me his Gemini 11 and 12 security badges, telling us that they would become important mementos of our era. I still have his Gemini 12 badge, which is reproduced in the images below. I vividly recall our Mission Control tour. My father sat directly in front of the VIP booth where President Johnson and other dignitaries would sit when visiting. We toured Mission Control between the Gemini and Apollo programs, and the Gemini infrastructure was being upgraded for Apollo. Chris Kraft ran Mission Control, and my father pointed out Kraft’s console: somebody had attached a toddler’s plastic steering wheel to it, with typical NASA humor.

My father and Brian both moved to Houston from California. In Brian’s The Making of an Ex-Astronaut, his account of the shock of moving from California to Houston was similar to what my father later expressed. Neither of them had any desire to live in Texas, but Johnson’s pork barrel politics placed Mission Control in Houston. The weather was extreme and the culture was generations behind California’s. We lived in a new housing development in a Houston suburb. Behind the houses across the street was a drainage ditch. While we lived there, the neighborhood children encountered diamondback rattlesnakes, water moccasins, copperhead snakes, turtles, frogs and other creatures in that ditch. Our street was nearly paved with the frogs that tires had squished. One day, my brother and a neighbor boy caught an extremely poisonous coral snake in that ditch, put it in a plastic bag, and my brother took it home to show our parents. My youngest brother played in our front yard one evening, soon after he learned to walk. The next morning, my father killed a copperhead snake on our front porch, but my memories of Houston are fairly pleasant.[4]

Like Brian, I was in Boy Scouts. Below is an image from my Cub Scout days in Houston.

On January 27, 1967, a month after my family’s tour of Mission Control, during an Apollo 1 training exercise, a fire killed three astronauts and my father’s NASA career would soon end.

On the evening of the Apollo 1 disaster, my scout pack had its annual Pinewood Derby, where the scouts built wooden cars and raced them down a ramp. The scouts’ fathers did most, if not all, of the car construction. I doubt that I contributed anything to the making of my car, which placed third in the pack, although I seem to recall helping to paint it (or at least watching!). My father did not mention anything that evening about the day’s events at work, but he immediately turned on the TV when we got home, and news of the Apollo 1 disaster dominated the media. Watching that news and the funeral a few days later were among my starker childhood memories, and reminded me of watching JFK’s funeral a few years earlier.

In the Apollo 1 disaster’s aftermath, NASA’s environment became hyper-political, with everybody trying to deflect blame. My father was no politician, did not like living in Houston and wanted out, less than a year after we moved there. He received a transfer to his former job at the Navy. However, the establishment obtained vengeance for my father’s abandoning the space race: a military official refused to reimburse the $4,000 cost of moving back to California, which was about a quarter of my father’s annual salary. My father was bitter for many years afterward about that non-reimbursement incident, and leaving NASA also scuttled his career. He got his old job back, but instead of enjoying meteoric career advancement into NASA’s upper echelons, his job became a dead-end and he left the government’s employ several years later.

We left Houston a few months before Brian moved there. Although Brian was an astronomer and Mars specialist (which was why he was named the science specialist for the first manned Mars mission), all of the Mercury and Gemini astronauts had military pilot backgrounds and Brian was expected to become a pilot as part of his astronaut training. Even though flying the spacecraft would have undoubtedly not been one of Brian’s Mars mission duties, each astronaut was given the aviation equivalent of a sports coupe (a T-38) and was required to log many hours per month flying it. When Brian joined the astronaut program, several astronauts had already died crashing that plane. During his stint in the astronaut program, Brian began flight training. Also, when he joined, NASA’s future funding was already diminishing, and the initial, ambitious plans for a manned Mars mission were repeatedly delayed, to eventually be canceled. On Brian’s first day at NASA, they actively encouraged his group to resign, and they eventually became known as the “Excess Eleven.” As can be seen on that Wikipedia page regarding Brian’s group, he has been “erased” from NASA’s website and in an interview that Brian gave in January 2009, he mentioned how Caltech (California Institute of Technology), where he used to teach, has also erased him.

Brian signed on for the peaceful exploration of space, but NASA began adding military objectives to its missions. Brian did not like living in Houston, was unhappy with the gradual militarization of NASA (he and my father both had to pass rigorous security clearance investigations, as did everybody that high in NASA’s hierarchy), and Mars mission delays all contributed to Brian leaving the astronaut program, but the final straw was flight training. Brian quit the astronaut program immediately after his second solo flight, as he white-knuckled the landing. Brian calculated that even if he had a pilot’s background, his chances of dying in a T-38 crash were about 20% before he even went on the Mars mission, so he resigned in 1968, lasting about as long in Houston as my father did. Part of our aviation connection is that I nearly went to the Air Force Academy.

After Brian resigned from the astronaut corps, Carl Sagan recruited him to teach science at Cornell. In those days, Brian and Sagan were the world’s two leading Mars experts. Brian’s experiences in the 1960s at Berkeley, the home of American radicalism at the time, helped develop his political perspective, and in 1970, Brian and two other Cornell professors protested Nixon’s “secret war” against Cambodia in Washington D.C. (along with 100,000 others). Instead of being treated with truncheons and fire hoses, Nixon’s staff invited them into the White House to present their grievances. Brian almost entered the Oval Office, but was stopped at the door by H.R. Haldeman. Brian headlined the national news with that protest, and it was one of his many lifelong encounters with Washington D.C.[5]

As with most of our free energy fellow travelers, Brian and I are nature lovers. Brian climbed the Matterhorn, and a primary reason why I live in Seattle is so I can hike in the mountains.

Brian bounced around academia’s top institutions, led the science teams on some of NASA’s planetary probe missions and was an establishment cog, if a sometimes-noisy one. His life seemed headed down the pipe-smoking, professor’s path to a comfortable retirement, until a fateful day in 1979 when he took a human potential course.

My mystical awakening began in 1974 in a Silva Mind Control class, when I experienced and witnessed what are today called “remote viewing” experiences. Back then it was called the Edgar Cayce Method. I accurately described people I had never met and correctly diagnosed their medical condition. More spectacularly, a woman took my “case” and described my first employer in ways that she should not have known. In 1979, I took the human potential class est, which was the last such course that I have taken (I knew that I had all the tools I needed – the trick is using them). In 1979, Brian took a course called Lifespring, which was an amalgam of est and Silva. Brian performed the same exercise that I did, and had a startlingly successful remote viewing experience. It began his mystical awakening and eventual departure from the establishment. That exercise, which millions of people have completed with similar results, clearly delineates the fatal flaws in the rationalist-materialist paradigm that dominates the scientific establishment, and how inadequate mechanistic science is for understanding reality. Without our mystical awakening, our journeys would have been far shorter, if they would have even begun. Brian later admitted it publicly and I feel similarly: if we knew the price we would pay for chasing our dreams, we may not have even started. I know that I was guided on my journey (a voice in your head, twice in my instance - 1, 2 - giving you the answers you desperately seek, tends to remove any doubts), and I have no regrets, but in this lifetime want no more journeys like that one.

My alternative energy dreams began in 1974, not long after Brian’s did. The voice that first spoke to me in 1977 dramatically changed my career path from science to business. The second and last time that I heard that voice, it led me directly into what may be history’s most auspicious attempt to bring alternative energy into the American marketplace. Then I had a preposterously wild three-year ride with Dennis Lee. When it was finished, my life was shattered and I was radicalized.

In 1982, Brian and I moved to Southern California. I began my CPA apprenticeship in Los Angeles, and Brian abandoned academic life and moved there to work for an aerospace contractor. Brian refused to work on military space applications. He helped get Buzz Aldrin a job and shared an office with him, but in the 1980s, Reagan’s Star Wars program dominated space efforts. In 1986, Brian was laid off from his position, just prior to being vested for retirement benefits. His office was given to a former Air Force colonel deluged with funding to research what America’s military strategy might be after a nuclear holocaust.[6] In 1986, I desperately prayed for guidance and, for the second and so far last time in my life, the voice suggested what I should do, and I met Dennis Lee in Seattle mere days later. That same year, I ended up in Brian’s hometown of Boston as I chased Dennis across the continent, and we also delved the American Revolution mythology during our Boston days.[7] For Brian and me, 1986 marked our departure from the establishment, although I eventually returned to corporate life (I work in civilian high-technology today). Soon after I met Dennis, Brian began a globetrotting odyssey, visiting free energy and fringe science laboratories, becoming involved with the UFO phenomenon, visiting Sai Baba and other talented psychics and playing the “Paul Revere” of free energy.[8]

During Brian’s establishment days, his peers were astronauts and the world’s leading scientists. He advised several USA presidential candidates, briefed people such as Robert McNamara and neoconservatives Richard Perle and Paul Wolfowitz (Brian described those encounters as strange[9]), and often lived in the spotlight’s bright glare. During my days with Dennis, we also lived in that glare, but it was more the spotlight of being attacked by the corrupt media and the energy interests’ minions. Although millions of Americans have heard of Dennis, his profile is presently low and disinformation specialists dog his steps, but he has always drawn keen interest from those in places so high that they look at the USA’s president as little more than an errand boy. Dennis has written about the billion-dollar offer that he received in 1988 to stop pursuing free energy, but that is only a small fraction of the attention that we received. I recently disclosed more of our experiences, but the more spectacular events will have to wait until I can reveal them. Also, as I was writing this essay’s first draft, Dennis ended up in the spotlight again, which is discussed at this footnote.[10]

All high-level free energy activists known to me possess information that is not safe to publicly disclose. Usually, their silence is to protect those close to them. In some instances, it is for self-preservation. I do not like having “inside information,” and when people offer it to me, I will decline the opportunity if I can. As enticing as that inside information may seem, it is rarely necessary to know names and dates, and they can be dangerous to know. I provide some of that inside information (1, 2), and the real names for most of the pseudonyms used in my work are readily discovered with a modicum of research.[11]

My days of radicalization were briefer and harsher than Brian’s but, by 1991, when we first met, our paths brought us to similar territory. In 1990, I moved to Ohio.

In late 1988, when Dennis was in solitary confinement, I began researching the science behind his heat pump and hydraulic heat engines, to help brief any technical experts that might testify about the technology. Dennis’s attorney used some of my strategy. That research was an indicator of my life’s future direction. After my experience on the witness stand, I realized that whatever I had been taught about the world was probably wrong. I spent long days rummaging through university libraries, poring through the Congressional Record and other information mines, and my personal library began growing. When I lived in Ohio, the floor beside my bed was constantly stacked with books and periodicals that probed facets of civilization previously unknown to me, such as how the media operated, how the medical establishment operated, the history that was left out of the textbooks, the history of capitalism that I was never taught in school, the heroes held up to me while young who were really villains, and so forth. A modern-day Tesla mentored me and that tutelage, along with my mystical awakening, had already blown away any scientism blinders that I might have donned had I continued treading the scientific path. Many years later, my writings were called that of a comprehensivist, but in those early days of relentless reading, I had never seen anybody attempt what I was doing and all I knew about Fuller was his geodesic dome. Discovering Fuller’s work was revelatory.

By the time I left Southern California in 1990, I had just about seen it all in the mystical/New Age scene. I had belonged to several meditation, spirituality and channeling groups over the years, but was not quite finished forming/joining such organizations. In Ohio, I encountered the most impressive mystical community that I ever saw. In Southern California, for every accomplished mystic there were a hundred dabblers, predators and other pretenders, but the community I encountered in Ohio was primarily comprised of dedicated and accomplished individuals. Light and darkness are often found side-by-side on earth, and Ohio was no exception: most of the mystical activities that I was involved with happened in the shadow of Wright Patterson Air Force Base, which is the world’s largest. Next to the base is Wright State University (where animal experiments are performed underground – you can sometimes hear the subterranean dogs barking as you walk through the halls), and a few miles away is Yellow Springs, which hosted Antioch College (which closed in 2008). Yellow Springs was the closest thing to the California scene to be found in Ohio, but anachronistically, with liberal arts students wearing tie-dye shirts (something I had not seen since the early 1970s) and playing violins and flutes in the nearby woods.

Dayton had an active branch of the U.S. Psychotronics Association, which explores the relationship of consciousness and science and, in the summer of 1991, their national meeting was held in Yellow Springs. The Air Force personnel who participated in such events were placed under surveillance for “national security” reasons. I was unemployed (just before I landed my controller position at a trucking company), and worked at the conference. I ferried conference speakers to and from the airport, and picked up Brian and had no idea who he was.

Within a few minutes, Brian’s knowledge about free energy became evident. I mentioned some of Sparky Sweet’s personal details without naming him, and Brian not only knew who Sparky was but considered him a friend. We drove past Wright Patterson and joked that we should fill a couple of busloads of conference attendees and drive to the front gates and innocently ask for a tour of Hangar 18 and the Blue Room. It was a fun half-hour drive with Brian, and five years later we connected again when he published Miracle in the Void. Not only did he write one of the most brilliant, succinct accounts that I had seen of the “Suppression Syndrome,” Brian was about the first person I encountered from the free energy community who did not disparage Dennis when the subject came up. With depressing frequency, Dennis’s fellow alternative energy travelers repeat each other’s lies about him, which only reinforced my lesson that personal integrity is the world’s scarcest, and most precious, commodity. I bought thirty-five copies of Miracle in the Void for my friends and family. Brian is a scientist, but his books are not rigorous scientific tomes on free energy physics; instead they survey big, radical ideas, similar in structure and content to something like Thomas Kuhn’s The Structure of Scientific Revolutions.

In 1997, I began full-time research on the subject matter that became my website. In 1998, I called Brian on the day that the new “Face on Mars” images were released to the public.[12] In early 2001, I spent a few months finishing a ten-year effort of looking into the moon landings, and became satisfied that nothing about them was fabricated. I also found evidence that largely removed Brian’s residual doubt about the landings.

In August 2001, Brian invited me to California, and I chauffeured and hosted him while we had surreal encounters with public officials in Sacramento, which I publicly disclose for the first time at this footnote.[13] My midlife crisis began in 2000, and centered on the idea that my life’s work was an exercise in futility. At about the same time that I was hosting Brian in California, I was helping to take the heat off of Ralph McGehee. The next month, America experienced the 9/11 terror attacks and my midlife crisis entered its nightmare phase. I completed my website in September 2002 and planned to resume my career, just as the war drums began beating for the invasion of Iraq. I was unemployed in the wake of the dot.com collapse and had a front-row seat to the invasion. For several years, I was in constant emotional agony, with the feeling of a spike being driven into my chest. In the spring of 2003, just as George Bush was making his Nuremberg-like Mission Accomplished speech on an aircraft carrier[14], Brian invited me to help found the New Energy Movement (“NEM”), and our first meeting was held at his home in June. I resumed my career the next month. In retrospect, joining NEM was a mistake: I was in poor emotional shape to be joining something like that. We had a few board meetings, and in May 2004 we began planning the conference that we held that September. The next week, one of our conference speakers, Eugene Mallove, was murdered in what few of us think was a random crime. That was the beginning of the end of my days with NEM; I resigned the day after the conference and Brian moved to Ecuador a few weeks later. Brian later publicly admitted that Mallove’s death helped inspire him to move, which is understandable; being a free energy activist in the USA is life-risking behavior.

Brian has had a lifelong and possibly codependent relationship with Washington D.C.[15] I have never been there and have actively avoided the place. Washington D.C. is the empire’s heart, like Rome or London used to be. Not only is Washington D.C. activism hazardous (1, 2, 3, 4), going to D.C., thinking that anybody there will really help, is like beseeching the pharaoh. I believe that the very act of looking to the so-called power centers for solutions to our problems is giving our power away and, regarding radical issues such as free energy, people approaching corporate America or the government are defeated before they even begin. My years with Dennis and watching other activists try the D.C. and corporate routes led me to that conclusion. After I resigned from NEM, I worked long hours in corporate America, trying to recover from all those years of lost income during my planetary healing pursuits.

I had been trying to live the quiet life and was struggling through my midlife crisis when, in the summer of 2006, a Bush administration invitation to Washington D.C. was personally delivered to my home. It was part of an election-year ploy to showcase alternative energy technology. I had seen the Clinton administration toy with a similar strategy regarding Brown’s Gas. I declined the invitation for a few reasons, not the least of which was that I had no desire to have tea at the White House. Synchronistically, a couple weeks after I declined the D.C. invitation, Brian spoke in front of the White House on the fifth anniversary of 9/11. Maybe people like Brian, Dennis or Greer will have success with their D.C. activism, but I doubt that I will be a part of it.

Paradoxically, that White House invitation helped end my midlife crisis. In the invitation’s wake, I obtained professional help, and by the end of 2006 my midlife crisis was waning. It was the most sustained anguish that I ever experienced.

Over the past several years, I have periodically written new essays and updated some of my older ones. I have been writing technical business documents since I resumed my career and hope to re-edit my site one day, but am in no rush. Since 2007, Brian and I have been gradually coming back into each other’s orbit. I helped proofread his latest book, and he quotes me a few times in it. Of all the free energy and radical activists that I have encountered, Brian’s perspective comes about the closest that I have seen to mine.

Brian finished the epilogue of his latest book with an excerpt from an email of mine, written in 2008, where I wrote:

“I believe that free energy can only be pursued by the fully sentient, or those closely so. I think that is the intent of whoever set up this earth game. As you know, people at a high level of sentience are extremely hard to find these days, which is part of the conundrum. So, my approach has been to seek people who genuinely seek the truth and solutions, and give them something to chew on. I had not seen that approach tried yet, which is why I ended up doing my site.

“The Lone Rangers of free energy get picked off one at a time, like ducks in a shooting gallery. If they can overcome their own limitations to the degree where they try to mount any kind of effort, their allies usually present more of a hazard than the Big Boys [AKA “global controllers” –ed.] do. There is currently not enough collective integrity in the masses to overcome their inertia and the organized suppression, and almost every activist group I have ever heard of hacks at the branches of the issues and is hooked on their particular scarcity-based way of viewing the world.

“So, an untried avenue, at least as far as I saw, was just trying to help the awake and awakening see the big picture and where the primary leverage point is: energy. If they can just understand that and how the world really works, we may be onto something. Although time is very short, I think that any effort that attempts to go straight from ignorance to storming the free energy Bastille (or with a brief interlude where we collectively nod and delude ourselves that we have the right stuff) is doomed from within and easily defeated by the Big Boys. It is not easy to grok the free energy milieu and conundrum. I am only seeking to help people see that picture.

“If a sizeable group (probably several thousand) can get that far, and truly let go of its scarcity-based beliefs, at least while pondering the free energy milieu, then we might have a chance to get active from there. Again, I have seen almost all the best and biggest names of American free energy activism wave the flag [make an appeal to nationalism – ed.], and I am doing my best to get beyond all scarcity-based thinking, or at least point it out when it rears its head. I think that, because all earthly groups currently promote their favored brand of scarcity-based consciousness, people try to pander to it to get their foot in the door. I think that strategy is doomed from the outset. For that reason, approaching any group may not be the way to go, but those thousands will come from many walks of life. Heck, nothing has come close to working yet, but this at least seems like it may have a chance, although it is truly looking for needles in haystacks.”[16]

The term “sentience” can be subject to wide interpretation, and I mean it in the way that Einstein did, which is discussed at this footnote.[17] Humanity’s herd behaviors are a vestige of our pre-sentient epoch, when tree-dwelling primates adopted herd behaviors for survival purposes. To be sentient is to think and escape one’s herd conditioning. A monkey can be trained to wave a flag on cue, and the manifestations of American nationalism since 9/11 have been at about that level of sentience. Being captive to one’s conditioning is largely why scarcity-based ideologies thrive today.

Perhaps the greatest free energy irony is that Dennis, Brian, Greer and other activists are well aware of highly-developed free energy technology, but they also know that the global controllers are doing their best to prevent humanity from enjoying its benefits, so they pursue its development independently, which would be difficult enough under “normal” circumstances. Brian likens current efforts by free energy inventors to the Wright brothers and their first planes, and that we are a long way from airlines crisscrossing the globe. As far as the public is concerned, there is great truth to that statement, but the global controllers have supersonic planes at their disposal, while the masses have yet to become airborne.

My free energy fellow travelers have seen many casualties during our journeys, from premature and sometimes-violent deaths to destroyed psyches and lives. Those of us still at it are survivors and, to one degree or another, stand on the shoulders of those who came before us.

Because the global controllers actively prevent such technologies from being developed outside of their control, and with the many other interacting aspects, the free energy situation is a conundrum like no other. Today, not many people can peel the layers of free energy onion.

This essay presents some paths to radicalization known to me, and how they were similar and diverse. Useful information and ideas can be found in my work or Brian’s or Greer’s, but each of us has a responsibility to develop our own awareness (which is, after all, the only possession that we take with us), and I have yet to see anybody achieve radical perspectives via books and academia. Experience is the key, and experience in the service of an awakened heart seems to be the path to worthwhile radical perspectives. Jesus, Buddha and Gandhi were radicals. Mignon McLaughlin is credited with stating, "Every society honors its live conformists and its dead troublemakers." To be radical does not mean trying to cause trouble, but that it often ends up that way, when the establishment resists the changes that the radicals represent.

Radical perspectives are not necessarily comprehensive, but comprehensive perspectives are usually radical. People with scientific training attain comprehensive perspectives most often, but radical perspectives also regularly cross disciplinary boundaries. We know virtually nothing about the universe, which only scientists as internally secure as an Einstein are able to admit. It is not difficult to realize how little mainstream science knows and how unscientific scientists can act. Looking to mainstream science for the answers is a doomed strategy.

When those known to me finally had their radicalizing moments, everything they thought they knew became fair game for reconsideration. Although I can see, in convenient retrospect, how my life’s path prepared me for my radicalization, it was not until my moment on the witness stand, when I finally acknowledged evil and its innumerable accomplices, that I was able to relinquish many aspects of my indoctrination. Others have called it their “emotional moment” and other terms, but it meant arriving at a state where they saw events in a new light, and one far closer to the truth than what they had been taught. If you have yet to achieve your radicalized perspective, you will attain it through your experiences, not somebody else’s. Radical scholarship can only help complete your understanding.

For those achieving radical perspectives, new avenues of thought and action await. For those attaining a comprehensive perspective, it may become evident that economic scarcity conditions the human journey in ways that are seemingly invisible to most people, but resolving the scarcity issue is arguably the primary path of humanity’s and the planet’s healing, and free energy is central to that dynamic. A key barometer of humanity’s awakening will be when enough people truly begin considering the energy issue, and particularly the alternative technologies that use what is variously called new energy, free energy, etc. Then we can have, as Brian calls it, The Energy Solution Revolution. I hope I live to see it happen.

[1] See Brian O’Leary’s Exploring Inner and Outer Space, pp. 6-9.

[2] See Brian O’ Leary’s The Making of an Ex-Astronaut, Exploring Inner and Outer Space, The Second Coming of Science, Re-Inheriting the Earth, Miracle in the Void, and The Energy Solution Revolution.

[3] See Brian O’Leary’s The Energy Solution Revolution, p. 188. There is also a lengthy discussion of that play and how it affected his national security review to become an astronaut in The Making of an Ex-Astronaut.

[4] In Houston, my mind was nurtured on a scale that I had yet to experience. My brother and I attended a Saturday morning science class at a natural history museum, and I brought fossils that I had collected for the teacher to identify. At my grade school, I was placed in the “honors” third-grade class, and at year-end was one of two students selected to participate in a gifted program for that summer, which was the first of several gifted programs that I was selected for over the coming years, during Johnson’s Great Society era. My teachers remarked on my keen interest in science and nature from the first grade onward. In Houston, my father began teaching me octal and binary numbering systems, and after a one-hour checkers match where I nearly beat him, he took a long look at me and said that it was time that I learned chess. I memorized the books my parents read to me almost before I could walk, and in the third grade I became a voracious reader – a habit that I have yet to relinquish. Touring Mission Control in 1966 helped ignite my lifelong interest in space exploration.

[5] See Brian O’Leary’s The Energy Solution Revolution, pp. 183-228.

[6] See Brian O’Leary’s The Energy Solution Revolution, pp. 191-192.

[7] Brian’s childhood in Boston imbued him with American Revolution mythology, and a teenage visit to Washington D.C. helped inspired him to become an astronaut after the Sputnik launch. See his The Energy Solution Revolution, p. 187. I was never all that much into American Revolution mythology, but Dennis sure was. Our first Greatest Energy Show on Earth was staged at the Old South Meeting House in Boston, where the Boston Tea Party was planned. Dennis would later join the Patriot Movement. I participated in the American Legion’s Boys State in high school, however, which influenced my applying for the Air Force Academy a few months later. At the Boys State event that I attended in Sacramento in 1975, one of the moonwalking astronauts gave a speech (I think it was David Scott).

[8] See Brian O’Leary’s Miracle in the Void for his “Paul Revere” activities, and his Exploring Inner and Outer Space and The Second Coming of Science chronicle his early days of exploring the frontiers of science.

[9] See Brian O’Leary’s The Energy Solution Revolution, p. 192.

[10] On February 2, 2009, the Federal Trade Commission (“FTC”) filed motions to have Dennis’s companies shut down.

The FTC’s charges included this text:

“Lee pled guilty to eight felony charges in the State of California, which charged him with criminal violations of the Seller’s Assisted Marketing Plan Act, CAL. CIV. CODE §§ 1812.201-22, as well as common law fraud in connection with his marketing of a heat pump that purportedly generated electricity. PX07 (Cal.); PX07A, Lee v. Ventura County Sheriff’s Dept., No. 90-56368, 1992 U.S. App. LEXIS 7361 at *1 (9th Cir. 1992) (recounting facts of case and affirming dismissal of convict Lee’s lawsuit against state law enforcement personnel).

“Notably, in their promotional materials, the defendants falsely deny that Lee was convicted of crimes in California. PX13 at 24 (“Having never been officially convicted . . . Dennis was illegally kidnapped by the State of California and put into prison”); see PX15 at 7:16 (“he was never actually even convicted”).”

To an uninitiated reader, the above text can appear to state that Dennis pled guilty to fraud. He did not, but the FTC misleadingly conjoins his plea with the charges. Dennis pled guilty to unintentionally failing to file a form and pay $50, and even then the court reneged on their end of the bargain. The reality is far more complex than the FTC represents, but it is technically true that in Ventura County’s corrupt legal environment, failing to file a form and pay $50 became a “felony,” even though the judge said that Dennis was not convicted of criminal intent, which the prosecution affirmed. Even Dennis’s prison records stated that his crime was failing to file the form, and was classified as a misdemeanor. The “common law fraud” charges were dropped soon after I helped get Dennis out of jail and he was able to defend himself. Such artful confusion between the charges and conviction is purposeful on the FTC’s part. That text was not a minor part of their filing, but was the centerpiece of their contention that Dennis was a recidivist criminal that needed to be immediately stopped. The “illegally kidnapped” claim probably relates to the fact that after the courts violated their end of the plea bargain, Dennis withdrew his plea (so the case would go to trial), and the courts ignored it and sent him straight to prison, putting him in there with murderers.

While reading the charges and evidence, memories came streaming back to me from the 1980s, as I saw similar tactics to those that Ventura County, Washington State and other law enforcement jurisdictions used, which include:

Misrepresenting Dennis’s past;
Avoiding actual testing of the technology in question (and suppressing all testing evidence), and then parading “experts” on the witness stand who have never even seen the technology, but who look at a drawing and say it will never work;
Shutting him down by any means necessary.

In Ventura, they prosecuted Dennis for claims made about his heat pump, which had produced a mountain of performance data, some performed by government-run test labs. The Ventura County officials prevented such data from being submitted to the court by lying about it and threatening people.

Except for a brief stint in the winter of 1996-1997, I have not been involved with Dennis’s companies since 1988, so I do not know if his high MPG technology works as advertised, but I know that high MPG carburetors have existed for about eighty years, at least since Pogue. I will be quite surprised if the data that Dennis advertises is not genuine, and testing Dennis’s claims about his high MPG technology should be child’s play (put gasoline into a car and drive it, while measuring how much gasoline is put in and how many miles are driven). We will see if the FTC tests those claims or tries to suppress the evidence.

In Washington and Ventura, a notable aspect of the legal system’s attacks was that there were no complaining victims. In Ventura, they worked hard for several months to manufacture some. Time will tell if the FTC parades any victims or dispenses with the charade altogether. Ironically, when real criminals were defrauding the public in Southern California at the same time that Dennis was being persecuted, with no possible defense for their actions, local and federal law enforcement (including the FTC) took no action, even when the case was placed in their laps.

[11] I have never encountered anybody who performed any of that research, however. I have never, with the exception of Mr. Skeptic, seen any of my critics do any research, as they assailed my credibility. In Mr. Skeptic’s case, after he pored through primary documents and “research” for several months, he dishonestly used the equivalent of tabloid clippings to make the case that ours was a criminal enterprise. I am now more than half convinced that Mr. Skeptic is being compensated for his “skeptical” efforts.

[12] Brian was a prominent participant in the Face on Mars controversy. See The Case for the Face, edited by Stanley McDaniel and Monica Rix Paxson.

[13] I drove from Seattle to meet Brian in Sacramento, where he was speaking at a fringe science conference that fell apart just before I arrived. When I picked Brian up, he said that several alternative energy activists were going to meet with the California governor’s energy advisors in the capitol building. I met several alternative energy activists that day, including Mark Comings, Hal Fox and Fred Wood. Gray Davis would soon lose his job to Arnold Schwarzenegger, largely over the energy issue, as Enron and friends were raping California in one of capitalism’s greatest scandals (at least until this latest series of scandals). One might think that the governor would be interested in energy solutions in the midst of that crisis, but we had about the strangest encounter with the Californian government that I ever heard of, and that is saying something.

The meeting was scheduled in the capitol building, but a sign said that it had been canceled. We then wandered over to the governor’s office to ask what had happened. Fred Wood worked on the Manhattan Project and escaped a convalescent facility to be there with us, shuffling along with his four-legged cane. Hal Fox was in his seventies and Brian in his sixties. Mark and I were the group’s youngsters, in our forties. The California Highway Patrol provides capitol security, and immediately after our obviously non-threatening group entered the governor’s office lobby, a couple of mesomorphic Highway Patrol officers followed us in, assessing our security threat. After receiving little information from the governor’s office, we stood on the capitol building’s steps awaiting some resolution, and I chatted with Fred and Hal. After about an hour of waiting, we were told that the meeting had been moved a few blocks away to the California Energy Commission’s building. As we entered, suddenly a security guard appeared and blocked my path, asking where we were going. We replied that we were attending a meeting with the governor’s energy advisors. The public was walking past us, but we were prevented from progressing further. Brian futilely tried using his former-astronaut credentials to get past the guard.

Another alternative energy inventor/activist had a scheduled meeting at the Energy Commission’s offices for that afternoon, and we stood on the sidewalk outside the building, waiting for him to arrive. The security guard then came out and told us that “loitering” around the building was illegal, and he directed us to leave the area. Effectively, we were being run out of town. That was a rich moment: while energy gangsters were raping California under the rubric of deregulation, people advocating solutions were being run out of the capitol. Immediately after being ordered to leave, the activist arrived. He was stunned by our treatment, stormed into the building and hauled out two bureaucrats to meet with us. We had our “meeting” on the sidewalk for a few minutes before the bureaucrats scurried back to their offices. Brian later spoke at California Energy Commission hearings, but nothing came of it, as usual. I later learned that the person organizing the meetings had threatened to stage a protest, which frightened the bureaucrats and led to our treatment.

[14] Before it was known as the place where war crimes trials were held, Nuremberg was where the Nazis held their annual rallies. In perhaps Hitler’s most famous rally, in 1934, he arrived at the rally by plane. That stunt was the opening scene of Hitler’s most famous propaganda film Triumph of the Will.

[15] See Brian O’Leary’s The Energy Solution Revolution, p. 185.

[16] See Brian O’Leary’s The Energy Solution Revolution, pp. 245-246.

[17] In his essay titled “The World as I See It,” Albert Einstein contrasted sentience and herd consciousness, writing,

“The really valuable thing in the pageant of life seems to me not the political state, but the creative, sentient individual, the personality; it alone creates the noble and the sublime, while the herd as such remains dull in thought, dull in feeling.”

Einstein fled Nazi Germany in the 1930s with a price on his head for his “Jewish” scientific theories, and he referred directly toward the Germany that he knew (before Hitler’s rise) with,

“This topic brings me to the worst outcrop of herd life, the military system, which I abhor. That a man can take pleasure in marching for hours to the strains of a band is enough to make me despise him. He has only been given his big brain by mistake; unprotected spinal marrow was all he needed. This plague-spot of civilization should be abolished at all possible speed. Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism – how passionately I hate them! How vile and despicable seems war to me! I would rather be hacked to pieces than take part in such an abominable business. My opinion of the human race is high enough that I believe this bogey would have disappeared long ago, had the sound sense of the peoples not been systematically corrupted by commercial and political interests acting through the schools and the Press.”

Sentience is something that all humans are capable of, but whether we achieve and maintain it is up to each one of us. Reverting to herd behaviors is to abdicate one’s sentience, in my opinion.