RS II

The RS II

Eli learned to ride a bike easily. He learned to roller blade easily. He learned to ice skate easily. He learned to ski easily. He learns most physical tasks easily.

After WWI Rudolph Hess entered the University of Munich where he studied political science and came under the influence of the Thule Society, a secret anti-Semitic political organization. He joined the Nazi party in 1920 and participated in the Munich Putsch, along with Hitler, on November 9, 1923. He was imprisoned with Hitler in the Landsberg fortress in 1924 and he became Hitler’s closest personal confidant. While in prison, Hess introduced Hitler to Dietrich Eckart, also a member of the Thule Society as well as a member of a secret inner society, the Vril Society. As most are aware, Hitler wrote Mein Kampf while in prison. He dedicated the book to Dietrich Eckart.

The Thule Society was founded in 1918 as an occultist study group for Germanic antiquity. The Thule Society believed a super race had lived in the Northern Countries, near Iceland or Greenland, mentioned by the poet Virgil, and they possessed superhuman powers. (It is interesting to note that when the US set up an air force base in Greenland during WWII they named it Thule Air Force Base.)

The Vril Society was based on information from a book written by Edward Bulwer-Lytton titled, “Vril: The Coming Race,” published in 1870. Some believe it was intended to be a science fiction book. Others took it more literally. The book tells the story of a super race of aliens who were our original ancestors and who may still be on earth today. Vril is supposedly the source of their secret powers.

Whether or not Hitler was ever a member of the Thule Society makes no difference whatsoever. His goal of achieving a race of super humans, his anti-Semitism and even his use of symbols and special words were Thule Society. And there is a remarkable connection between those symbols and words with the Ramayana and the Mahabharata epics.

The word swastika first appears in the Ramayana and Mahabharata. My contemporary copy of the Ramayana from India has a swastika printed on every page. The symbol was scratched on pottery in Mohenjo-daro and Harappa in the Indus Valley where the Aryans, Proto-Indo-Europeans from Persia conquered the indigenous people and established sophisticated cities, agriculture and trade. The symbol was also painted on ancient Sumerian pottery from Ur. The word Aryan first appears in the ancient Indian Rig Veda as “arya’” to describe a conquering race of gods.

When I read Nick Cook’s book, “The Hunt for Zero Point,” in 2002, all the pieces fell together.

Justice Department

One winter weekend Eli and I drove into the San Gabriel Mts to look for snow. We had to go quite a long way before we found it, all the way to Wrightwood where there is a ski slope. Eli talked me into renting skis and lift tickets. He immediately took to skiing but suffered innumerable falls before he got the hang of it. Afterwards, back in the car and heading home, he told me skiing was probably the most fun he had ever had. Thoughtfully he added, “You know dad, I’m going to have to work really hard because there are so many things I want to do.”At the end of 1999 I had to decide whether to live and work from my office or my apartment. I couldn’t afford both. Since the office rent was double that of my apartment, I chose the apartment. I managed to get out of my office lease and the last job I had for the remaining people who worked for me was to move the office furniture and files to storage. I had rented a storage facility in Pasadena since 1992, primarily for old investigation files. By the time we got all the files moved to storage, I estimated they totaled some 6,000 cases. I had my office telephone number transferred to my apartment and I felt I could live comfortably on the cases I might get if I did most of the work myself. I planned to subcontract some work if it was more than I could handle. I had incurred some debt trying to keep the office open from October 1999 to January 2000, but I was sure I could pay it off and still pay my ex-wife for Eli. My credit was sterling and I still had my 40 acres in Arizona and a few investments. And, as luck would have it, I managed to get on the investigator’s list for the County of Los Angeles. That, with the work I was still getting from the TPA that adjusted claims for Macy’s, I felt fairly secure. I had been devastated by the events that had taken place, but I felt positive and I was determined to rebuild the business.

In January 2000 I learned the Justice Department, Central District in Los Angeles was advertising for an asset investigator. I decided to apply. I put together a letter that described a rather tricky asset investigation I had conducted involving real estate developers. I quickly received a reply from the Civil Division and an interview was scheduled.

I arrived at the interview dressed in my best suit and tie. The Chief of the Civil Division took one look and me and said, “Something is wrong here.” Apparently, I did not fit his image of an investigator. We talked a while after I interviewed with several people at a conference table and then he said he wanted me to meet the Chief of the Criminal Division. We walked across the street and entered another, larger Federal Building.

When I entered the criminal chief’s office I was surprised to see the walls decorated with fine art. Although she seemed all too serious we shared a common interest, art. She pulled out my resume and after busting my chops about a misspelled word, she reflected on my having a BA in fine art. It turned out she had done most of the art hanging on her walls. She met weekly with a small group of artists including Ed Ruche, a highly respected Los Angeles artist. When we finally got down to the business at hand something of a trade off ensued.

The Feds needed an asset investigator to collect many millions of dollars in defaulted student loans, principally from physicians who apparently believed the government was responsible for their education. I told them about databases available to investigators, one in particular that specialized in California records. Seems they were behind the curve on that one. I also told them about my experience at RAND in 1998. The criminal chief asked me if I was a communist. I actually laughed. The civil chief was fairly familiar with covert, black projects and secret assets and as the head of criminal asked questions to which I responded, the head of civil filled in details. My reason for divulging the information was that clearly RAND had violated some federal law by allowing me into a secured area of their building and displaying detailed information of nuclear defense scenarios. I felt the Feds would be obliged to investigate thereby forcing the bad guys to abandon their campaign against me, especially since they violated my civil rights without justification. In fact, I had done nothing other than compile open source information.

Needless to say, I did not get the job with the Feds. But within days the harassment, hang up telephone calls and opened mail, had stopped and I felt the burden of their activity lift from my shoulders. Now, I felt all I had to do recover and move on.

Bill Moore

Eli has turned into something of a warrior. Counterstrike was replaced by paintball. He keeps trying to talk me into playing with him. I told him I was afraid he would nail me in the back of the head with a dozen balls to revenge his anger over my leaving LA. He swears he wouldn’t do that, but I’m still hesitant.

When I learned my telephone and office were bugged in 1999 I ransacked my desk looking for the information sheet the AFOSI guy faxed me in January. The guy apparently knew something I did not, like the identity of those individuals or organizations responsible for wreaking havoc in my life. I discovered the fax, along with other personal papers, were missing. All I could think about was the suspicious looking cable guy I’d let into the building.

I thought of other ways I might be able to locate the guy and remembered that the other of the original Roswell and Philadelphia Experiment books, Bill Moore, colluded with an AFOSI investigator Richard Doty to disinform a snoopy scientist in New Mexico. The scientist ended up in a mental institution, paranoid aliens were kidnapping, boiling and ingesting humans. I knew Doty had retired from the AF and if Moore still knew him I might get some information.

It didn’t take long. A search through a couple of investigator databases and I had Moore’s mailing address, a private PO in Burbank, CA. I wrote him a letter briefly describing my need to locate an AFOSI investigator who was stationed in San Franciso in January 1999. A week later Bill telephoned my office and he agreed to meet me there.

Bill arrived at the scheduled appointment time and I buzzed him into the building. A couple investigators were in the office at the time and after Bill introduced himself to me, I introduced him to them. We briefly chatted and then decided to take our conversation next door to Russel’s Cafe. Bill Moore was about 50 years old with long, gray hair tied in a ponytail. He wore a black leather jacket with a Harley Davidson logo on the back and jeans.

Once were were seated in a quiet booth at the back of Russel’s, Bill’s first question was, “How did you find me?” “I’m an investigator,” I told him. He said, “Oh, yeah.”

I explained my situation to Bill and asked him he was still in touch with Doty. He said he was. I asked him he thought Doty might help. He said he would do what he could. I asked him what he thought about my situation. He said his best guess was that I had really, really ed someone off. Who, I asked. He said it sound like the AIA (Air Intelligence Agency). I had never heard of such an agency. We finished our coffees and Bill promised he would talk to Doty. He told me it might take a week or two because Doty was now Chief of Police over the New Mexico State Troopers.

Almost two weeks later Bill called and asked me if we could meet again. We set an appointment time and I told him I would buy him breakfast. He seemed to like that idea.

When Bill arrived for our meeting he wore the same clothes he had worn before, sort of a uniform I guessed. We went to Russel’s, ordered up breakfast and ate. Bill told me, while eating a sausage, he had spoken with Doty and he was not willing to help. In fact, Bill told me, the word was that if I didn’t stop what I was doing (investigating black programs) they had every right to kidnap me and lock me in a prison inside of Ft. Leavenworth for the rest of my life. No one would ever know what happened to me. He reached for a folder he had carried and asked me if I wanted to see the Supreme Court ruling that justified such action. I told him I did not.

Bill talked about his latest project, an account of which I briefly described in an article I wrote in 2004 (see http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/viewcolumn.php?id=21) After eating I asked Bill if the AFOSI gave him the inside information about aliens as they promised for helping Doty set up the scientist. He said they did not and that in all the years he investigated aliens the only thing he learned was that they are shape shifters. That is, they could appear as anything or anyone they wanted to be.

Coup de grace, cont.

When Eli was eleven years old I took him to dinner at Hooters in Old Town Pasadena. He ordered a bucket of clams. The big bosomed waitress found it hard to believe. She passed the word on to the other waitresses and when his clams arrived three waitresses huddled around him, boobs hanging out, and watched him eat. “Is it good, do you like it?” they asked. That is the kind of attention a kid needs, I said to myself, barely able to eat because I was laughing so hard.

From January to September 1999 my business averaged over 35 new assignments per month plus about 10 reopens. I had about 75 regular customers that included law firms, third party administrators (they adjust claims for self insured companies), insurance companies, individual businesses and other investigation companies. In October 1999 I got 3 assignments and 2 reopens. At first I thought it was a business anomaly, but I was wrong. In November I got 7 assignments and in December 5 assignments. For all practical purposes I was out of business. I began laying of employees and on December 31, 1999 I laid off my last four people, three investigators and my video/computer assistant. I intended to keep the business going by doing all the investigations myself, typing my own reports and sending out bills.

My assistant, who had worked for me for seven years, was a month from getting his BSEE in computer engineering when I laid him off. When he applied for unemployment insurance they told him he was not entitled to collect because their records showed he had only worked for me for seven months. Someone had gone into the records and changed them. He provided documentation of his employment and the record was corrected.

That same employee, originally from Guatemala, had not gotten his US citizenship although he had been approved for it twice in the past couple of years. I encouraged him to follow through on it since he was so near graduation and many companies that might hire him required citizenship. He made an appointment with immigration. When he arrived they left him sitting in the lobby for hours past his appointment time. Eventually, a supervisor came out and told him his application had been rescinded. Later, it was suggested that they might actually deport him. He was married to a citizen, they owned a house and had a cute baby boy. He was forced to hire an attorney. Fortunately, Cal State University Long Beach, where he graduated from, gave him a job in their computer center while he resolved his problems.

None of my customers ever gave me an adequate explanation as to why they quit giving me work. Some, particularly a fellow name Cliff at Fireman’s Fund Insurance in Ontario, CA was out and out hostile, angrily yelled at me and suggested I was incompetent. I had done work for most of my clients for ten years or more.

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In October 1999 two of four computers in my office crashed. I was never able to recover their hard drives. I had to purchase another computer in order to operate the business.

At about the same time I was in the office with several investigators and we were discussing an investigation. The subject of the investigation had a very unusual last name, something like Bootatan. The telephone rang, I answered it, “Chosa Investigation, may I help you?” A male in his 40’s, who I later learned was on a cell telephone with an Orange County prefix, asked to speak with Mr. Bootatan. I said, “What??” He asked again and I responded asking him who the hell he was? He hung up. For the next two weeks we got something like a dozen hang-up telephone calls at the office per day.

A couple of weeks later, an attorney from the east coast who rented an office next to mine, arrived for his one week a month visit to Los Angeles. I overheard him standing in the hallway yelling at the building manager that he had just discovered his fax machine was forwarded to someplace in Upland, CA. It seemed likely that my telephones were wired into his fax. (Eventually, the entire seven story building we were in was debugged.) Several days later I received a telephone call from an investigator friend, Peyton Shur. He told me he had work for me and asked if I could come to his office in Upland so we could discuss it. Desperate for work, I agreed.

Peyton owned Confidential Management Services, an investigation company that specialized in undercover investigations. His clients included nuclear power plants and other government agencies. When Peyton and I met in his office he immediately made it clear that he really did not have work for me. He asked how I was doing and I explained the problems I was having. He seemed to already know all about it. He reminded me that his father had been the Commandant at Edwards Air Force Base. Then he asked me if I knew who occupied the floor below him. I did not. He told me, the Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI). He asked me what other kind of work I considered doing, other than investigation. I was dumbfounded. He said he strongly suggested that I needed to get out of investigation. I thanked him and left.

As a footnote, Peyton was an experienced pilot with over ten thousand hours of flying experience. A couple of years later he crashed his twin engine plane after departing from his private airstrip in Paso Robles, CA and died, under somewhat unusual circumstances. Word had it that he was out of fuel.

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In November I scheduled an appointment with a psychologist whose first name is Rick, in Pasadena. My wife and I went to him in 1998 in an unsuccessful attempt to save our marriage. During my session with Rick I briefly outlined my work problems. Rick had previously told me that he had worked as a psychologist for the Air Force in Germany. I thought he might be sympathetic and offer some advice as to how I might psychologically deal with my problems. He asked me if I did some kind of meditation. I told him I did and he said I should do it regularly to assuage whatever unwanted feelings I had and just weather out the storm. He implied he didn’t want to see me anymore and that there was really nothing he could do for me. He told me my intuition about my situation was probably correct and that I should trust it-trust it and react appropriately. I left his office scratching my head.

Coup de grace

In the third week September 1999 Eli spent the weekend with me. I had to work a couple of hours on Saturday morning so we went into the office about 10 am and left about 12 pm. When we left there was a man standing at the front door, wearing a local cable company shirt, who asked me to let him in. He said he needed to fix a cable line and couldn’t reach the customer on the intercom to get buzzed in. I let him in, but Eli could feel my consternation and when we reached my car he asked what was wrong. I told him I didn’t trust the cable guy. I knew I should have gone back up to my office, but I didn’t. Eli told me so, that I should check it out and I stupidly ignored him.

In late September 1999 my investigators started telling me they thought they were being followed while out working cases. When it continued for a couple of days I instructed them to note the vehicle license plate numbers. They were all California plates. I needed to confirm my suspicion and within a few minutes driving around Pasadena I found I was also being followed. I caught the guy on a cul de sac and got his plate. I remember his swinging his dark van in a wide U-turn at the end of the cul de sac and him just smiling to beat hell. He was young, maybe 22 years old with a military style haircut. When I got back to the office I ran the vehicle plates and they were all registered to a leasing company in Nevada. Impossible to track, especially in Nevada.

Within a week or two I lost my domain name (Chosa.com) email capabilities. I telephoned Delphi, my server in San Francisco who I had used for at least 8 years, and after speaking with several people a supervisor came on the line and told me there was nothing they could do, that these things just happen from time to time. I was flabbergasted, outraged. At the time switching over a domain name to another server was next to impossible. I told the supervisor I needed email to conduct my business. He said he was sorry. I threatened him that I would get a new server if he couldn’t resolve the problem. He told me that he thought that was a good idea. In the following days I switched to Earthlink in Pasadena. I retained my domain name, but not on Earthlink. When the domain name expired it was quickly snapped up by a Japanese company. The word Chosa means research/investigate in Japanese, Chinese and Korean.

These two events were just a harbinger of things to come.

Space Surveillance, cont.

Eli has been exceeding patient with my dysfunctional behavior. He never complained when he had to spend weekends with me at the business, sleeping on the floor, after I separated from his mother. He is rarely in a bad mood.

Francisco Lopez worked from a public library, possibly in DC, with the domain name seflin.org. He offered a newsgroup and lists. I subscribed to his newsgroup, a platform for secret/military/ufo postings in 1998 and 1999 and posted often. After reading The U.S. Intelligence Community, 4th edition, 1999, Westview Press written by Jeffrey T. Richelson I put together a summary of all known space surveillance sensors that included radar detection, optical collection, radio frequency monitoring and the electronic radar fence. Assets are scattered throughout the world and they are performed by GEODSS (Ground-Based Electro-Optical Deep Space Surveillance) at the 18th Space Surveillance Squadron at Edwards AFB, at Stallion Springs, White Sands Missile Range, NM, Diego Garcia Island in the British Indian Ocean Territory and Maui, Hawaii. They optically track objects higher than 3,000 nautical miles out to 22,000 miles and detect items 10,000 times fainter than can be seen by the naked eye. A second set of sensors are operated by NAVSPASUR (Naval Space surveillance systems), essentially the electronic fence from San Diego to Fort Stewart in Georgia. There are other operating units, suffice to say if there were anomalous objects in space they would know about them. NAVSPASUR alone registers on average some 160,000 observations a day.

I sent Franciso an email asking him to post my summary to his newsgroup. He asked whether or not he could use my name and I agreed. What I did not know was that when he posted my summary to his newsgroup in late 1999 he slightly altered the introduction by including in large, bold letters my business name, Chosa Investigation, my address and my first and last name. I will never quite figure out why he did that, possibly to cover his ass, but by mid-October 1999 his ten year old database was deleted, permanently, by parties unknown (http://projects.is.asu.edu/pipermail/hpn/2000-January/000011.html). A few posts remain, like the last one I wrote October 10, 1999 about an email conversation I had with Stanton Friedman (see http://www.virtuallystrange.net/ufo/updates/1999/oct/m10-007.shtml) since it was picked up by a larger audience and saved elsewhere. Franciso later claimed it was the fault of his server. Hard to say exactly, but shortly thereafter my worst fears were realized.

Psycho Wench

In 2004 Eli gave me a Father’s Day card with a picture of a black rhino with two huge horns on the front. That typifies his sense of humor. But inside he wrote that I was a good person. He must have sensed how badly I felt for leaving him.

In late 1998 or early 1999 (the exact date is a little fuzzy for reasons that will become clear) I was still separated and I decided to try on-line dating. I joined a group and exchanged mails with several ladies. One lady was very persistent and she lived nearby, in Burbank. Eventually, we got beyond emails and conversed by telephone. She told me she was Slovakian. She spoke with a heavy, guttural eastern European accent. She said she had broken up with her boyfriend several months before, a rocket scientists at JPL in Pasadena. Naturally I was a bit suspicious, but I agreed to meet with her at her apartment and take her to dinner.

Our date was on a Sunday. Eli had spent the weekend with me and I dropped him off at home about noon. On the way back to Pasadena I stopped at a Starbucks. An older lady stood behind me in line. Someone apparently bumped into her and she fell into me, almost knocking me over. She apologized, I got my coffee and left. Next, I drove to a Barnes & Noble bookstore. I felt kind of strange, sort of dizzy by the time I arrived there. I went into the store and perused the books feeling worse and worse until I thought I might pass out. I took a step down one of the aisles and suddenly I found myself on the ground. I picked myself up and managed to get back to my car. I didn’t feel like I could drive. I was disoriented and felt uncoordinated. I thought I had possibly had a stroke.

After sitting in my car for about fifteen minutes I decided I could probably drive the three blocks to my apartment. Somehow I managed it and stumbled into my apartment, fell onto the couch and passed out for about two hours. That was at about 3pm and my date with the Slovakian lady was arranged for 6pm. I drank coffee, took a shower, exercised a little, ate some food and by 5pm I thought I felt good enough to keep the date, although I felt tired and still somewhat disoriented.

I arrived at the lady’s apartment just after 6pm. I knocked on the door and when she answered I saw she was about 40 years old with light, long hair, a good body with large , but a homely face. We shook hands and she invited me into her apartment.

Inside her apartment was something of a shock. There was a table and two chairs in the kitchenette, one bookcase with paperback books, a television on the floor, a couch, a coffee table and a kind of nightstand. The furniture looked like it had been purchased at a thrift shop. There was a bedroom, but no bed and no other furniture except a small table with a computer. I still felt disoriented and a bit dizzy, and as passive as a kitten.

She told me she worked as an MFCC and that she was working to get hours for her Phd in psychology. I remember her asking me about my family and my relationship with my mother and father, over and over. She asked about my interests and hobbies and eventually we talked about astronomy, rockets and planes. I was still so messed up I guess I didn’t say much. I recall using her bathroom and her soap on the sink was formed to look like a grey alien. There were alien pictures and figurines on the sink. But we never talked about aliens.

We went to dinner and when I drove her back to her apartment I asked her if she had gotten all the information she needed about me. She backed up and got extremely paranoid. We said goodbye and I left. The next day my right shoulder felt painful. I looked in the mirror and saw what looked like a swollen red spot on my right shoulder blade, about the size of a quarter, sort of like one would see if bitten by a spider. It took a couple of weeks to go away.

We exchanged a couple of more emails in which the psycho wench told me I was nobody and that she was going back to a real scientist, her ex boyfriend, the rocket scientist at JPL.

Was it my imagination that made me think I was set up? One can never prove a negative with certainty. One can only assess the probability. At the time I dismissed it as coincidental. Now I believe the probability is high.

Skipping Forward

Graduation from grammar school Eli gave the Valedictorian address. He easily handled the fear ordinarily associated with public speaking.

Trenten and I made another trip to Groom lake and later an extended tour of Arizona military bases and secret facilities. Neither trip was remarkable. In 1996 I visited several radar cross section secret facilities in and around the Mohave Desert (McDonald Douglas, CIA & Lockheed) and Lancaster (Northrop). Interesting but unrevealing. I researched intelligence organizations and discovered the intelligence world was fractionalized with each of the dozens and dozens of organizations largely unknown to the general public and apparently promoting self interests rather than contributing to a coordinated intelligence base. Each branch of the military maintains several organizations as does each branch of government. Industrial/military contractors each have their own organizations. It began to look like a two class society, those with and those without secret clearances.

I researched planes, jets, rockets, nukes, ufos and the history of rocketry including the Nazi Paperclip program. Everything seemed shrouded in mystery and so frought with complexity as to make it nearly impossible to unravel the gordian knot tangle of organizations that might work out at Area 51. After discovering 26 organizations monitored the skunkworks newsgroup I began posting to another newsgroup more ufo oriented operated by Franciso Lopez in NY.

Meanwhile, my marrige was not going well and in 1998 my wife and I separated. I moved my office from Walnut St. in Pasadena to the corner of Colorado and Fair Oaks on the third floor of a seven story building. The advantage of moving was that I could actually live in my new office since it came equiped with a kitchen and shower. I hadn’t taken into account the noise level in Old Towne Pasadena and after about six months I rented an apartment a few blocks from my office. Another advantage to the new office was that it was fairly secure with locked access that required a tenant to buzz you in. I had become increasing paranoid by bizzare events, not as extreme as the hard wire tap on my office telephone, but nonetheless nerve wracking, like the RAND Corp. sting previously mentioned.

In January 1999 I received a telephone call from an investigator at the AFOSI (Air Force Office of Special Investigation) near San Francisco. I had previously helped another AFOSI investigator transition from military to civilian investigation and this fellow apparently got my name and number from him. He told me he planned on leaving the Air Force and hoped to start a business debugging corporate offices. He said, as a favor, he wanted my business to be his first job. I actually laughed. I asked him if he was serious and what made him think my office was bugged. He said he was very serious and that I needed his services. I told him I would think about it. He said okay and then told me he would fax me information on how to get in touch with him should I change my mind. He faxed me detailed instructions on how to contact him. I put the fax in my desk and pretty much forgot about it. That was the biggest mistake of my life.

After New Years

My ex-ex wife and her husband offered to drive Eli down to San Diego for Christmas. It had been the better part of a year since I’d seen him. Now 5′ 11″ tall he seems more man than child at 14 years old. We went fishing Christmas day and it didn’t seem to matter in the slightest that neither of us got even a substantial bite.

While Eli was here in San Diego he plugged his ipod into the computer I use and then unplugged without logging on. It corrupted the windows system 32 configuration. Afterwards the computer refused to boot. It took me several days to reconfigure the computer. I understand this is a common problem, one that Best Buy charges $200 to repair. The solution is to enable boot logging after loading a recovery disk. You loose data but the system works, as evidenced by my new posting.

In 1996/1997 I subscribed to a newsgroup that discussed underground facilities. I had been to the secret radar cross section Lockheed facility just east of Lancaster and discovered many tons of dirt had been dumped along the nearby hillsides. It was pretty obvious to me that beneath a small facility above ground lay a huge underground complex. I subscribed to the newsgroup to see if I might gather more information.

While a member of the newsgroup I learned that there were known underground tunnels in Pasadena. First person testimony by one of the subscribers revealed a tunnel beneath a small, unoccupied house next to a small power station and across the street from a building occupied by JPL ran from the house to Cal Tech. The subscriber said he and a friend went into the basement of one of the buildings at Cal Tech and followed a tunnel to the unoccupied house. He said they spent the night in the house and returned to Cal Tech the next morning. He also indicated that there was another tunnel that went northeast from the house.

At lunch time, for about a month, I would grab a sandwich at a nearby deli or fast food place and eat it parked in a parking lot next to the unoccupied house. I never saw anything of note and lost interest. But about a month later I drove by the house and a six foot high wrought iron fence had been constructed around the parking lot and topped with barbed wire. The gate to the lot was securely locked.

Speculation from subscribers of the underground newsground suggested the tunnel beneath the house may run several miles to JPL proper in La Canada. I can’t say one way or another whether or not this is true, but for certain someone noticed me sitting in the parking lot and they secured it. It must have been important to them. And I undoubtedly garnered unwanted attention.

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.