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"Einstein's contradictory theory presupposes that mass is not "energy", since, only
during some non-spontaneous process of interconversion of mass into radiant energy, or
radiant energy into mass, could "work be done". Mass appears impertinent, and "C =
E/R" (Tesla's equation, which excludes mass) appears true, saying that, at C, Energy E,
is divided by resonant frequency R. 'Massless' radiant energy, or "cosmic radiation", is
dynamic energy stored in transit in space, by the vibrations of the ether. I define space as
a volume, which is never empty, but contains an ether, and omnidirectionally
interpenetrating radiant energy, of many frequencies. The energy level of radiant energy
is determined by its frequency. This radiant energy is the ZPR."

Note*
Frequencies repeat.
Wavelengths resonate.
—common error

Kris was awaiting an application to Annapolis, and had another application in for flight
school just in case. After discovering that I wouldn't be able to accept the A.F. Academy
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appointment, and that no band positions were open, I decided that jet mechanics would be a good
job, and would prepare me for my planned career in aeronautical design and engineering. I already
knew that I was a mechanical whiz-kid, and didn't anticipate any problems on my tests. Besides,
good jet mechanics were in short supply in the Air Force at the time. Eddie wanted to be a tow-reel
operator, because of the extra hazardous duty pay, then just wanted to go back to being a civilian
again.
When we finally got to our testing phase, I came away feeling good about my tests, even
though I was rather exhausted at the time I took them. Later, we were given our files by the testing
personnel, and ordered to deliver them to the counseling and classification section. There, an
airman first class told us we were not to look at our test scores until the following week, when we
were scheduled to meet with the counselors for career counseling and job classification and training
purposes. I considered the order too suspicious to obey, so the minute the airman first's head was
turned, I disobeyed, opened my file, and recorded my stanine scores on my pith helmet. Mechanics
(95) was my highest, with administration (45) my lowest score, with the rest of my scores
graduated evenly in between. My A.F.Q.T. (Armed Forces Qualification Test), taken in Dallas
when I enlisted, was 97, placed me in the top 1 %.
The following week, when our files were returned to us, my scores had been reversed, making
me look like a potential administrative whiz. There were, I noticed, five classification men working
closely together in a suspicious way, and I already had reason for my suspicions, because they had
reversed my scores. I didn't tell the counselor I knew my test scores had been reversed, and
discovered several other similar obvious discrepancies with my comrades. The personnel man
refused to consider assigning me to jet mechanics, because of my "low mechanical aptitude", and
insisted on placing me in Ground Control and Approach, an air traffic and control job which
required a high administrative aptitude, and involved a highly responsible and critical job landing
aircraft under hazardous conditions. In other words, he had not only misclassified me, but had
placed me in a critical field in which a single administrative error, such as assigning two aircraft the
same altitude, etc., could cost millions of dollars and several lives. I already knew that the changes
in my scores were made after the records had been turned over to the classification personnel, who
therefore were the responsible parties in all likelihood.
On return to our barracks, I made a rapid survey of others to see how they had fared, bearing
in mind that our records had been sabotaged. There were several men scheduled for
counterinteUigence, some to be sent to Harvard, Yale, Dartmouth, and other schools with good
Slavic language programs. I assumed that many of these assignments were misclassifications,
based on sabotaged scores that made the airmen involved appear to have a higher aptitude for
languages than they actually had. As I later discovered, while my scores were merely reversed,
those of some others' were juxtaposed in different order, or graded upward or downward.
Among the airmen being sent to counterintelligence was a young Bulgarian who was a
trustworthy friend, who had been recruited just for that purpose by U.S. Intelligence. He was a fine
person, whose family had been slaughtered by the Communists. The classifications personnel had
probably taken a wide berth with him, but had probably blown his cover. Another guy, who