Nuclear propulsion

Nuclear propulsion, space planes

When Eli was two years old he drew the most beautiful apple I had ever seen. It was a simple Zen like, single brushed outline with a stem and leaf at the top.

After conducting much research the only question that came to mind was to ask myself what was it they were protecting and why was it so important that a complex disinformation program was set up to continually spit out stories of alien spacecraft.

I had learned that following WWII Dornberger, Von Braun’s boss in Nazi Germany, was brought to the USA in the late 40’s or early 50’s to work at Bell Labs on a project called “Bomi.” Bomi was an antipodal bomber originally conceived by Saenger for the Nazis during WWII. The idea was that if a spaceplane would reach the upper edge of the atmosphere it could skip along the atmosphere to any point around the globe and drop bombs on any country almost at will. Dornberger brought another engineer to Bell from Germany, Ehricke. Bomi eventually turned into Brass Bell which in turn became Robo and finally Dynasoar. During this period the USSR also sought to develop the same technology.

In order to get this antipodal bomber into orbit it was initially conceived along the lines of the current space shuttle program, shot into space with rockets. Chemical rockets were developed in the MX series of rockets with a dual purpose, used also as a platform for an intercontinental ballistic missile. But that program was stopped by Vannavar Bush in the early 50’s as impractical, although later a company started by Bush (Raytheon) before WWII overcame some of the technological problems by building a guidance system. Meanwhile, there was a lot of hype about the possibility of nuclear propulsion. What follows are my notes from 1996-7 regarding nuclear propulsion, something I believe RAND had been deeply involved with in the early 50’s. When the South Pasadena PD returned my briefcase in 1998 these notes had been extracted from the back of the inside sleeve and placed on top of my investigation notes. I offer this information to anyone without restriction for personal or public use.

1946-Atomic Energy Act of 1946-The Act created the Atomic Energy Commission (AEC) to control and develop the uses of atomic energy. (4) Its activities were supervised by Congress through a Joint Committee on Atomic Energy. The annual budget was about $3 million.

1050’s early-Tokamak-Russians invented the ion plasma engine, heated by a magnetic field. (2)

1954-Atomic Energy Act of 1954 modified the public monopoly by permitting development and operation of atomic power plants and the use of nuclear fuels. (4)

1954-The first test run of the aircraft reactor took place in October 1954. (5)

1955-Air Force and AEC set up a joint program named Space Nuclear Propulsion Office at Los Alamos to develop Rover, a nuclear rocket later renamed NERVA. (1)

1956-Lewis Laboratory leased 500 acres 50 miles west of Cleveland. “At the time of the ground breaking for the new facility aircraft nuclear propulsion appeared to be the propulsion frontier.” (1)

1956 -AEC and NASA set up a joint project in Jackass Flats, NV called KIWI to conduct a series of experimental reactors. NASA was considered an interloper in the field. They name their facility the Space Nuclear Propulsion Office. The object of research of NEPA, Nuclear Energy Propulsion Aircraft. (1)

1957- The prime force behind laboratory expansion during the early 1950’s ended in 1957 when Congress objected to continuing the costly nuclear aircraft project in the face of supersonic flight and ballistic missile development that made the nuclear aircraft concept unnecessary. (5)

1961-Pratt & Whitney and General Electric worked on nuclear propulsion for 15 years at a cost of $800 million-shielding and new awareness of environmental considerations led to its demise. (1)

1961-Electric Propulsion Lab. Developed nuclear-turbo electric system name SNAP-8. (1)

1961-In 1961 JFK cancelled the remainder of the nuclear aircraft projects. (5)

1964-SERT I, followed by SERT II and Centaur, Space Electric Rocket Test, cesium engine developed by Hughes Research Laboratory. (1)

1966-NERVA ran under full power. (2)

1972-Lawrence Livermore-limitations of solid core, high temperature and did not believe gas core rocket could be built. (2)

1972-LLL, Nuckolls, Woods-implosion system, high energy laser. Inertial confinement, compression achieved by illuminating pellets with high energy laser beams or bombarding with ion beam.

1973-LLL nuclear engine research terminated.(1)

1980-Princeton built Tokamak Fusion Test Reactor. (2)

1980-Magnetic Fusion Engineering Act signed into law.

1980’s-In the 1980’s Oak Ridge again studied space reactors for SDI. (5)

1985-Project Timberwind, Babcock & Wilcox built a subscale reactor for Brookhaven National Laboratory under Project Pipe. (3)

1985-Innovative Nuclear Space Power Institute founded by Lewis Research Center, Univ. of Florida, College of Egineering, Gainsville, FL under U of F Ballistic Missile Defense Organization/Innovative Science and Technology Division and NASA, later renamed Nuclear Space Power and Propulsion Institute in 1990. Affiliated with Applied Ultrahigh Temperature Energy Engineering Research Lab. Monitored by USAF, NASA. Non-profit, activities: nuclear space power, propulsion, energy conversion, advanced thermionics, gaseous filled nuclear reactor, magnetohydrodynamic conversions, ultrahigh temperature heat regulation.

1989-90-National Research Council Study, “…the nations foremost technical need is for a new propulsion system, including nuclear space power systems and electric propulsion for flights to Mars and more distant planets.” From … the very same program Lewis Research was forced to give up in the 1970’s. (1)

1990-Timberwind concepts delivered to SDIO outline conversion of General Dynamics Atlas or Martin Marietta Titan launch vehicles to Timberwind test beds, use eight NRV to lift 70 ton payload to low earth orbit (LOE), each NVR with 250k pound thrust. (3)

Resources

1. Engine and Innovation, Lewis Laboratory and American Propulsion Technology, 1991-NASA SP-4306, Virginia P. Dawson.

2. The Coattails of God, Warner Books, 1981, Robert Powers.

3. Weapons of the 21st Century, Cresent Books, NJ, 1992, Bill Yenne.

4. Project Orion, Stanislav Ulan, Cornelius Evert. (there was another Project Orion that research for more than a decade located in Del Mar, CA that research nuclear propulsion. A book by that name became available in 2004.)

5. Oakridge National Laboratory, The First Fifty Years, The University of Tennessee Press, 1994, Leland Johnson, Daniel Schaffer.

Other sources:

Flying Reactors, Topaz II, Popular Science, 8/94, R. Nelson.

New Technologies and the Qualitative Arms Race, United Nations General Assembly, 1998.

Review of Manned Aircraft Nuclear Propulsion Program, Atomic Energy Commission and Department of Defense. (fas.org/nuclear/space/anp-gao 1963)

Generally the Federation of American Scientists web site-fas.org/nuke/space/.

Afternote:

In March 2006 Aviation Week & Space Technology published an article titled “Two-Stage-To-Orbit ‘Blackstar’ System Shelved at Groom Lake? by William B. Scott. Though controversial, in retrospect it seems likely that what Trenten and I saw at Area 51 (Groom Lake) was indeed the Blackstar or a platform that gave way to the development of the Blackstar. If indeed it has been ’shelved’ that can only mean another platform has replaced it.

Nuclear propulsion

Nuclear propulsion, ram jets, mufon

Little by little Eli began to gain weight until by ten years old his classmates made fun of him. His grandma frequently made disparaging remarks. He asked me why she was so mean. I told him she didn’t want him to suffer ridicule and low self esteem. He started counting calories, literally, memorizing the calorie intake of most foods or reading food container labels for their calorie content. About a year later he had slimmed down. Now he is above average height for his age and slender.

I became obsessed with learning about secret government projects, secret agencies, disinformation and secret black programs. I learned about Timberwind, a classified project involving nuclear propulsion, linear aerojets, ram jets, the Reagan era Brilliant Pebbles program, Navajo (still highly classified), the MX series of missiles in the late forties, early fifties, etc. I could go on and on. I learned about the political and military history of the US in post WWII, Vannavar Bush, Aerojet, Paperclip and it various projects, Mogul, the Truman era, OSS and CIA, NSA, and dozens upon dozens of covert military organizations loosely held by the DIA. I was looking for answers as to why it appeared our government/military found it necessary to deceive the American people. It was apparent to me that the USSR was well ahead of any US citizen in figuring these things out, so more than likely they weren’t keeping a whole lot from them. They were keeping it from us, the citizens.

My first thought was that secret programs generally prevented oversight and by effective lobbying the industrial/military complex and well as the military were assured of funding. But, I later reasoned that the powers that be had fractionalized after WWII and there were so many self interest groups that a single disinformation network or organization was unlikely to exist. But, I was wrong, to a degree. There were areas of research that strongly suggested a single organization was responsible for the bulk of the bad information and it pointed to some organization within the USAF Space Command.

I continued to post to the skunk-works net until sometime in 1996. I even met with many of those who posted at a small bar just west of Edwards AFB. Among the participants was certainly a covert guy, as I recall a small man who said he worked at a naval base in Oxnard, CA. For some reason I began to feel there was much more to the skunk-works net than met the eye and I asked the administrator if the newsgroup was being monitored by any organization. I asked after having had words with a lurker, Rich, the VP at RAND. The administrator replied to the group that 26 organizations were monitoring the site. I quit posting.

There is this strange mixture of information and disinformation that blends secret aircraft with ufos. In 1996 I began working, somewhat covertly, for the Mutual UFO Network (mufon) in Los Angeles. Without charge I conducted background investigations of people who popped out of the woodwork and claimed to have inside knowledge of government involvement in ufos. Most notably, I investigated Michael Wolf (see link www.ufomind.com/misc/1997/feb/d27-001.shtml ) discovered his real name was Michael Kruvant. In conducting the investigation I contacted Georgetown University to verify his purported education. The registrar told me the information I needed was in files in their basement and she asked for my name and telephone number. I gave it to her, but she never called back. Instead, Michael Wolf, aka Kruvant, called my contact at mufon and demanded to know who I was. Clearly, Wolf was connected to something bigger than was initially apparent. It seemed most likely that he was set up as a disinformer by whatever organization protects black budget programs. And complicit in this were dozens of other purported whistle blowers on military involvement with ufos, surely a cover for black projects. Still, I had to ask myself if there might not be some truth blended with the fiction, the most effective form of disinformation.

Ex-Navy investigates

Ever since I can remember, Eli has felt a special kind of closeness to his cousins, aunts and uncles. He has a sense of family that will one day make him an excellent father and husband.

I returned to Los Angeles following my trip to Area 51, angry. Seeing that huge city of lights on the other side of Freedom Ridge, fearing I would walk into the restricted zone, hating having been watched by the cammo dudes, I was determined to figure out how such a place could exist in the U.S., and under what authority. I continued by postings to the skunkworks newsgroup and unfortunately shot my mouth off about the video Trenten had taken on Freedom Ridge. The link as shown in the upper left of this page is from a post done shortly after I returned from Nevada. The post references digitalized still photo images from the video. It was obvious something major was going on that night, probably a test of a classified, secret aircraft. In fact, the glowing light Trenten and I both saw descend below the cloud cover that night was likely the aircraft.

No too long at that positing I received a telephone call from one of my clients, Irwin Industries. Irwin contracts with many government agencies for portable power supplies, I as best as I can recall. At any rate, my business conducted their background investigations for new hires. The call I received was from the human resources manager. He said he had an emergency situation and he wanted to know if I could digitally resolve calender dates on a photograph. The calender was at the back of a room and illegible. I told him I could try and he agreed to copy the photo to disk and bring it to my office the next morning.

When I arrived at work the next day, the HR guy was waiting at my door. I introduced myself, invited him in after unlocking the front door and then made us some coffee. Then I cranked up my computer and he gave me the digitalized disks of an analog photograph. He also handed me the photograph. It showed a middle aged man seated at a desk smiling. At the back of the room there was a calendar pinned to the wall. The HR guy said he needed to know when the photograph was taken, that is the month and the year as would have been shown on the calender. Unfortunately, the numbers and letters on the calendar were fuzzy and not focused in the photos depth of field. I was not immediately suspicious, but that changed soon afterwards. I installed the photo to my computer, booted up Photoshop and began running filters. While waiting for a complex filter to finish we talked.

I learned the HR guy was an ex-Navy F14 pilot. He gotten out of the Navy after a messy marriage and he wanted to patch things up with his wife. Unfortunately, after he got out the situation with his marriage did not improve and he and his wife divorced. He went back to school and got a masters degree in psychology and eventually the HR director job for Irwin. We talked about his experience as a Navy pilot and what it was like to participate in the “red flag” exercises at Nellis AFB in Nevada. That led to a discussion about the consequences of flying over the “box.” (Area 51) He said if that ever happened, a pilot was forced down into the restricted zone and debriefed for several days, and that would probably spell the end of that pilots career.

Somewhere I had read that secret organizations like the cia often use a non professional informant, sometimes an acquaintance or even a relative if possible, to gather information from someone they need to investigate. Suddenly they would turn up on the persons front doorstep with a plausible story they would use to question the individual about other matters. I bent down to the cpu under my desk and switched it to half speed (slow computers in 1995) assuring that I would not be able to resolve the image of the calender. I had realized the resolution of the calender would require about the same analysis as resolving the images from the video Trenten had taken on Freedom Ridge.

With the computer running at half speed it never finished filtering the photographic image and the HR guy left without my having produced any viable results. Before he departed he made sure I knew that messing around at Area 51 was not healthy for me, my family or my business and I had better just leave it alone.

Although I had conducted investigations for Irwin Industries for several years without complaint, I never received another assignment after the ex-navy conducted his investigation.

Area 51, cont.

My wife told me she was concerned Eli spent way too much time on the computer. He was five years old at the time. I told her I had a plan that might temper his enthusiasm. On Thanksgiving day that year I set him in front of the computer at about 8 am. determined to let him play until it wore him out. At about 5 pm that night he said, “Dad, you need to buy more games.”

… I remember seeing one of those gold globes on a post when I reached what I thought was the bridge, the second time. I had wandered a bit far down the slope, so I worked my way back up. I don’t know how long it was before I ascended again, but it seemed about the right amount of time. Somehow though, I must have walked in a circle, again. I struggled to the top of the ridge. Area 51 lay before me. I cursed more loudly. Panic set in. Logic, I told myself. I may not be able to see much, but what I can see should get me back. The light from Area 51 was west of the road. If I kept the light to my back and continued just a bit north of east sighted by a v-shape in the distant mountains, I should hit the road. Instead of going north along the ridge I went straight east, avoiding any possibility of drifting into the restricted area, straight downhill.

By the time I reached the front side bottom of Freedom Ridge I had fallen at least a dozen times. Out of shape, my legs ached and I was exhausted. I lay back on a rock, smoked a cigarette and evaluated my situation I was freezing, disoriented and bleeding from having banged my shins on sharp rocks and my hands wear cut and cold. My biggest fear was that if I continued, with the weakness in my legs and the near total darkness, I might fall and break a bone. After debating back and forth, still not sure where I was and considering the possibility that I was not last on Freedom Ridge at all, maybe even inside the restricted area, I had better find shelter until morning. It was now after 8:00 pm.

In front of me I saw a small rock overhang. I carefully crawled and scooted up to it and examined the ground area beneath it to ensure no animals lived there and then I proceeded to build a shelter. I stack rocks in a semi-circle at the front and then dug out the dirt beneath the overhang until I hit hard rock. I got inside and curled up in the fetal position. As it got colder and colder I began shaking uncontrollably. Hypothermia. I got out of my hole and searched the surrounding area and found some dry grass. I found a plant that burned fairly well, some kind of sage brush, although the oils in the plant sizzled and then exploded and frequently extinguished the fire. Before the night was over I made five or six trips outside my habitat to collect fuel. I thought a lot about the fact that I was borrowing energy from nature to stay alive. The fire would go out and when I started shaking again or my leg muscles cramped, I’d collected more. I used Trenten’s t-shirt that was inside the camera bag to cover my head since so much body heat is lost through the head, and periodically tore strips off of it to help the fire. I burned everything I could, business cards in my wallet, receipts, an empty cigarette pack, candy wrappers and even 5 and 1 dollar bills.

The lights went out at Area 51 at about 1:00 am not long after a glowing shooting star like object descended from the cloud cover and disappeared over the base. At 2:30 am it starting raining lightly, and occasionally snowed.

Meanwhile Trenten had broken a window in my locked car. He got in and waited. He searched the inside of the car and found a spare key and at 4:00 am he drove to Rachel. Behind the Little A’Le’Inn he found a pay telephone and called 911 to report a lost hiker. He was put through to a Deputy Sheriff in Alamo. He and the DS arrived back at the turnout at about 6:00 am, just after daybreak where Trenten was instructed to wait while the sheriff went on into the base. I came up over a ridge just in time to see him driving past the guard shack.

When the DS returned he was followed by one of the cammo dudes in a white jeep with the drivers side window down six inches exposing only reddish brown sergeant stripes. I apologized to the Deputy and explained I simply got lost. Rather than break a leg I had decided to seek shelter against the elements. He said he understood and that they were just getting ready to fly out a chopper to find me. He filled out a report, occasionally conferring with the cammo dude, and then asked for my social security number. I was pretty sure he already had it. He asked if I knew the way out. I assured him I did and we drove off, headed back to Las Vegas.

The letter concluded with a thank you to Glenn Campbell for publishing the Area 51 Travelers Guide. In March 1995 Sheila Wendhall (spelling), the Secretary of the Air Force, successfully petitioned the Bureau of Land Management and hundreds of acres along the east side of Area 51 were seized, including Freedom Ridge, for the safety of the public. I suspect my trip there added gist to the petition.

Area 51, cont.

When Eli went to his pediatrician for his 2 year old checkup he insisted on bring an astronomy book with a picture of the earth from space. He used it to show his pediatrician where we lived on the earth.

It was freezing cold. The wind blew fiercely. The sun was setting and the view was magnificent from Freedom Ridge. Base lights were starting to come on. We were as excited as two kids at Disneyland. But, a half hour later the excitement wore off, at least for me, and I asked Trenten how long he planned on staying there. I didn’t see what the be deal was and walking up the ridge I told him I felt like a . They, whomever they are, probably had a right to build secret planes in secret. I am an experienced hiker with hundreds of hours hiking into some of the most rugged mountains in California. I pointed out that walking on the loose, sharp edged rocks in the dark would be hazardous. Trenten agreed but insisted on staying longer. I told him I was nearly frozen and I was heading back to the car. He said he planned to stay another 30 minutes and that since he would be returning in the dark, could I please take his camera bag. He had already taken about 15 minutes of video before the light was too feeble to image anything useful. I agreed to take the bag and I headed back.

I followed the ridge back to the “bridge.” I think, feeling fuzzy, and by then and it was already too dark to clearly distinguish many land features. I was worried about wandering into the restricted area so I stayed as far right as the ridge allowed, unfortunately a bit too far right. Thirty minutes later I ascended an incline expecting to see my car on the dirt road below. I was shocked when I reached the top. Below me was Area 51, now brightly lighted. I had apparently walked around the ridge instead of crossing the bridge, made a full circle and ended up just about where I started from. I yelled for Trenten but there was no response. He was already gone. The cloud cover was darker. It was colder. The wind blew harder. I cursed and set off again, now in almost total darkness.

2b continued

Area 51

Area 51, black projects, cammo dudes

When Eli was just three years old he set up projects all over the house. He would spend the day going from one project to another, playing with certain toys, looking at books, drawing with crayons, etc. One day while at his grandmother’s house she tried to get his attention. He told her to leave him alone, he was busy.

The following is a letter sent to Glenn Campbell. It is self explanatory.

Friday
March 10, 1995
Mr. Glenn Campbell
Area 51 Research Center
HCR Box 38
Rachel, NV 89001

Dear Mr. Campbell,

This past weekend I had the opportunity to purchase and read your book, Area 51, which incidentally proved quite helpful despite a “mishap,” and I thought it might be nice to let you know your efforts are not unappreciated. Thank you.

I am a private investigator, President of my own company which employs half a dozen field investigators. I discovered one of my investigators, Trenten, is interested in the UFO phenomena and during the past year he and I have had many occasions to discuss sightings, compare notes and theorize explanations. Eventually, we discussed Area 51 and planned a trip. Neither of us are particularly prone to make assumptions in support of personal beliefs. In fact, we are both in our own ways over educated skeptics. As real life investigators we cannot afford unsupported theory as a basis for our work. Our motto is, “observe and document.” So, you needn’t worry this is some crazy, half-baked quasi religious testimonial. The events that transpired during our brief stay near Rachel, NV are actually far more strange than anything I might have imagined, anyhow. We have since discussed what happened and both of us feel a kind of psychological disassociation from those events that seemed spooky, dream-like, and apparently appropriate for a place known as Dreamland.

On Friday, March 3 we drove from Los Angeles to Las Vegas. A third investigator, Blake, accompanied us. He is fascinated by the glitz of Las Vegas and he agreed to hold down the fort, so to speak, our room in Vegas, while Trenten and I drove up to Rachel the following day, Saturday. We intended on returning to Vegas Saturday evening, spend the night, and then return to Los Angeles on Sunday.

Trenten and I arrived in Rachel, Nv later than we had planned, at about 3:30 pm. It was farther than we anticipated and by far much stranger. At the lone gas station/store that services fewer than 100 permanent residents I mentioned to an elderly lady clerk how isolated it all felt. “Not for us,” she responded. “Well, I guess you have each other, ” I said. She giggled and said, “Yeah, that’s all we need.” After gassing up and buying supplies and your Area 51 Traverlers Guide we headed for the Little A’Le’Inn.

At the Inn we met the owner, Travis, when he poured our coffees. The signs of heavy drinking over the years were obvious. Travis talked about a one world government conspiracy, the trilateral commission and the Illuminati, clearly out there, but most friendly. The walls of the Inn were pasted with testimonials and pictures of aliens, alien spacecraft, fast jets and big helicopters-all purportedly related to the unnamed and secret nearby base. We got directions to the infamous “black mailbox” that identified the turnoff to Freedom Ridge and headed out. From the 395, about 30 miles north of Alamo, we turned west on a dirt road and drove past the mailbox to a turnout, about one-half mile from the base perimeter. It was 4:30 pm, freezing cold with gusty winds and a heavy, low and very dark cloud cover.

RAND CORP

RAND Corp sting 1998

Eli, my son, was born in 1992 with his eyes wide open. This was nearly nine months to the day after his Japanese mother and I honeymooned on a cruise ship along the Mexican Riviera. His eyes are still wide open. He is tall and slender with dark hair and plays baseball, paintball and Warcraft, among other strategy games, on his computer.In 1998 I received a telephone call from Fireman’s Fund that one of their insureds, RAND Corp. needed a worker’s compensation investigation done. I started my investigation business in 1990 and incorporated in 1992 with the name Chosa Investigation. Although I had almost a dozen employees I decided to do the investigation myself. In hindsight I suspect RAND may not even have been insured by FF.I arrived at RAND in Santa Monica for a scheduled appointment in late 1998 to determine whether or not an accident suffered by a security guard, due to a slip and fall, was compensible. I was somewhat apprehensive for two reasons, one, my previous exchange with VP Rich on the skunkworks newsgroup, and two, the accident had occurred some six months prior to the investigation request. CA law mandates a claims examiner establish liability within 60 days. Something felt wrong.

Upon announcing by identity at RAND’s reception desk a security guard introduced himself as my escort. He said he would find an office for me to interview the injured (who had returned to work) and a witness. After traipsing the hallways in the unsecured portion of the facility for ten minutes the guard announced he could not find an open office. We returned to the lobby where he asked me to wait and he departed. When he returned he told me he had found a free office and he asked me to follow him.

We entered a highly secured area behind double locked cardkey access doors. A quarter of the way down a hallway he opened an office door and invited me in. It was a large office with a desk at the rear and a table and chairs in the center of the room. The guard told me to have a seat and he would retrieve the interviewees. He closed the door behind him when he left.

I glanced around the room and on the south wall I saw a ten foot long blackboard. Hand written on the blackboard was a complete nuclear defense scenario, missile launches, use of B2 bombers, submarines, etc. My mind raced with paranoia. The guard had to know I had a camera and a tape recorder. I avoided looking at the blackboard as the time slowed to seconds of awareness, the ten minutes it took for him to return with the interviewees seemed like an hour.

The interviews were done as quickly as possible, without taking individual statements as is normally done in such investigations. I departed the facility without taking photos of the accident scene and with undue hast. On my way back to my office in Pasadena I made a stop to hit a few golf balls at a nearby driving range to steady my nerves. When I returned to my vehicle I found it had been broken into and my briefcase was gone.

I telephone the South Pasadena PD. A report was filed. I stressed the seriousness of the situation, that my briefcase contained names, dates of birth and social security numbers of RAND security personnel. For those who don’t know, RAND is a think tank begun in 1948 under the initial supervision of Gen. Curtis LeMay to conduct research for the Air Force, most top secret. They developed such concepts as the “first strike scenario.”

A week and a half later I received a telephone call from the South Pasadena PD that a anonymous caller informed them my briefcase could be found in a park next to a trash can. They picked it up and had it at the station. I immediately drove there and retrieved it and heaved a sigh of relief when I found all my papers were there. But the papers had been shuffled. Notes I had taken from research I’d regarding nuclear propulsion had been pulled out of one of the sleeves and placed on top. I could only think to myself they must have thought I was some kind of spy. I later explained this to the Central District Justice Department in Los Angeles to the heads of the civil and criminal divisions in 2000. But what I did not say was that this story really began in March 1995 at Area 51 in Nevada.

Least anyone should doubt my story I will provide url’s, whats left anyway after they destroyed a ten year old database on the east coast that I posted to as well as postings elsewhere, to substantiate my claims. Additionally, the police report in South Pasadena should still be there and other related documents pertinent to this story-articles of incorporation, etc.