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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

claimed to be from Florida—which I did not believe, and neither did the Bulgarian—was also
classified into counterintelligence. He had the same rosy cheeks and Slavic mouth as my boyhood
friend, Rudolf, who was a first generation Czech-Americaa I consulted with the Bulgarian, and
then with Eddie, and finally with Kris, who was knowledgeable about military affairs and
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procedures. Kris recommended that I report my findings to the adjutant. By that time, the
personnel saboteurs had continued to do their damage, and had even managed to cut a set of travel
orders sending me to Air Police School in Compton, California, even though I was assigned to
G.C.A. school at Keesler A.F.B., Mississippi, near Biloxi.
I told the adjutant that I had found what I believed to be a 5-man K.G.B. cell operating in the
Air Force Career Counseling Center at Lackland, and that they had probably already routed a
Czech mole into counterintelligence. The adjutant straightened out my travel orders, and said he
would have the matter looked into.
Months later, Naval Commander Thomas W. Heywood—Eddie's older brother—on behalf of
O.N.I., came to Keesler to spend four days over Thanksgiving, 1956, with Eddie and I. He said his
reason for coming involved the K.G.B. cell, informing me for the first time that the F.B.I., acting
on my information, had uncovered them Tom said he had reason to believe that the K.G.B. was
responsible for certain problems I was having, and that he would see what he could do to get me
out of trouble. He said that Eisenhower had transferred the bunch to the Army where they could be
more closely watched. The entire incident was classified "Confidential", and Tom was breaking the
rules by even discussing the matter with me. I received the same confirmation from the squadron
adjutant and commander, and was also clandestinely visited by Air Force Intelligence and D.I.A.
people, who were trying to help me, while the Air Force officially refused to do anything.
About that time, Arthur C. Clarke, head of the British Interplanetary Society, and a big friend
to Wernher von Braun, came to Keesler to give a lecture on "Unidentified Aerial Phenomena",
which I attended. Clarke concluded that flying saucers did not exist as such, and that all such
sightings could be explained as natural phenomena. After his address, I filed through a line to
speak to him. I shook his hand and told him, "Dr. Clarke, I enjoyed your speech, but both you and
I know that you are a goddamned liar, and that flying saucers are man-made flying machines
powered by electricity." Clarke chuckled and shook my hand. Two days later, I was reclassified
into intelligence, as a clerk- typist, of all things (there was the uncorrected high score in
administration speaking again, which the Air Force refused to correct). Both Eddie and I went to
8th A.F., S.A.C., Headquarters, 26th Strategic Reconnaissance Wing, Lockbourne, A.F.B., Ohio,
near Columbus. I was then processed and cleared for Top Secret.
It seemed an odd coincidence that the 8th Air Force intelligence group to which I was attached
was the same one which had encountered the first allied air assaults of the German flying saucers,
and was also somewhat involved in Operation Paperclip.