Gravity Politics- Why Governments DON'T Want You to Know HOW GRAVITY IS MADE..
+ A GREAT true Story: Scientist Discovers How Insects MAKE GRAVITY and Uses it TO FLY!!

Implosion Group Newsletter- June 17,05 : Version with Pictures: , Main Index:

first the news: Special Invitation to Participate: HeartTuner and BlissTuner - USERS GROUP- Interactive Dialog - ANNOUNCED- Join online dialog with those interested, those users, and the researchers - in Heart and Brain Self Empowering Biofeedback.. To access the new group- -> ( or --- or .. enter your email below .. )

Also reprinted below - major update to this article on biologic gravity making: - from Aug 05 - exerpt - Russian Physicists explain: "the hologram of human memory is situated in the vacuum field and exists in the space after the human death" (DW notes: compare this to the electrical measurement of the spirit / ghost / soul energy field after death: )

and further from Russian physics source: (re: Grebbenikov gravity making using biology-) The conclusion of these articles was to make an association with the "golden section" ...The resonance character of interaction supposes the multiplicity of lengths of the waves and frequencies, which are determined by the geometric sizes of the interacting structures. Hence, the importance of the geometric proportions appears, i.e. "golden section". That is why the appearance of the "golden section" in nature is not accidental, because the basis of it lies in the de Broglie waves. ... see below --

 HeartTuner and BlissTuner Research Group - focused on sharing resources and developing collaboration between users, researchers, clinical, practical use, and scientific inquiry. HeartTuner uses EKG Harmonics to Measure Empathy, Emotional COHERENCE, HRV. Based on Dan Winter's original development of CEPSTRUM Mathematics to quantify INTERNAL heart and brain COHERENCE. BlissTuner extends this to also measure BLISS / CREATIVITY in Brainwaves by adding GOLDEN MEAN RATIO feedback cues to EEG harmonic biofeedback. More info: lead by , program development. And / or at with Dan Winter - inventor /research at
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 Recent example from the HeartTuner users group: How the HEART MAKES GRAVITY by Learning Compression:
"HRV and ..The FRACTALLY (compression and Phi?) Perfected Heart Is NOT Chaotic!"
(Consultant responds to James Barrett's inquiry): In the coherence cepstrum display there is an OPTION to switch on and off the PHI grid lines in the advanced settings window.. note that since the second has a duration with no apparent phase lock with nature, that the option is there to click on grid lines at PHI harmonics times the planck time constant which is the universal timer (musical key signature in time) of all of nature, and thus accurately reflects the possibility that heart rates (cepstrum musical key) - fit global scaling in a phi cascade.. The good news is that the planck time constant phi multiples in time... DO land us rather close?! to the old .61 'golden' (.79 root also?) and 1.0 seconds markers , which you and I have for years believed was the parking place a large number of heart rates. I still do believe that .6 area heart rate key in the cepstrum IS a location where more touch permissive emotions park.. (the original hypothesis was head centered emotion is 1.0, heart centered is .62) this dialog tries to put some physics to that - since it entirely hangs on the second time duration having some pure ratio in it.. I am thinking of writing another paper on global scaling in heart rates...
-- Re: "The Red circles spectrum module.. We are guessing that the rings are the frequency and as the image gets clearer with more defined concentric circles that this indicate coherence?"Ans. When you switch the spectrum display to concentric circles.. each circle is an accurate graph of which lo freq harmonics are present.. coherence would be when the concentric circles become evenly spaced and INCLUSIVE.. all present in an evenly spaced cascade.. just like in the linear spectral display.. which circle = which frequency IS denoted on the graph..
--Re: The question:- Does HRV (heart rate variability) affect coherence??? you pose, is an EXCELLENT question..
as the original manual suggested : "HRV is a phased synergy between the two key branches of the Autonomic Nervous systems as reflected in the Low Frequency slice of this piece of the spectrum and is related to respiration. down in the VLF Very low frequency slice...

or this nice image of both branches with high coherence. This synergy allows the systems to fall back to their ground resting states producing electrical order via resonant phasing. Coherence occurs at equilibrium and as such requires no work... and when coherent fractal phasing is present it is because the higher wave patterns are in march step with the longer low waves that require far more time to cycle a pattern of coherence ."
to which- James wrote: " Why this is important to me is because the Internal coherence window number, say (0.8 Hz) I believed is the average spacing ordering the spectrum harmonic/// and that one could infer from this number the fundamental ordering way down in the long wave window as seen in the HRV spectral this old picture showed...
INTERNAL Coherence = respiration + heart rate in phase... yet HRV /Heart Intelligence information related: Mind (thoughts) Emotion (result of thoughts and perception) and intuition (nonlocal input) in phased synergy producing a fractal geometry in the standing waveform. in short , how could this statement be accurate.." HRV will not significantly affect internal coherence.."

consultant (Dan) responds:"I agree with what frank says about COHERENCE being the place where the heart has to do the least work.. but I agree with you that franks saying: "HRV does not affect coherence???" may be misleading - .. and I have emailed frank, and suggest he comment here as well..
For my view.. what frank was perhaps suggesting was that the HRV display is such a lo frequency display window - ( .1 hz to about .5 hz display of the harmonic content of the ekg wave, is generally defined as HRV) it less directly affects the calculation of COHERENCE in the dynamic (and necessarily much FASTER) display of coherence that helps us see WHEN we feel it. The HeartTuner windows this COHERENCE display refresh each second or 2. Therefore - the 10 seconds or so it takes to see a .1hz (HRV) event - does not show up much on the coherence display..

Yet heart rate VARIABILITY (HRV) is the pattern of heart rate change- and this is the very point of coherence in general. Therefore it becomes misleading to suggest HRV is not coherence.. further - the HARMONIC INCLUSIVENESS which defines resistance to disease in HRV ( ) is the SAME harmonic inclusiveness which rises WHEN WE DISPLAY COHERENCE
in the cepstrum of the slightly higher frequencies. SO in my view you are right to be looking for a (harmonic inclusive) cascade in BOTH the HRV display ... AND the simple power spectra.. typically most hearts do one OR the other.. the evolved heart does both... And you are right to look for the continuation of the power spectra cascade (2-20hz) to extend right down into the HRV lower frequency window (.1-.5hz etc).

Harmonic inclusiveness (medicine / Dr Irving Dardik) proves when hearts become sustainable (long life) - IS perfected by perfect compression (perfected by Golden Ratio). We have radically extended this idea to hypothesize that HARMONIC INCLUSIVENESS in the power spectra - PREDICTS THE LONGEVITY OF EVERY LIVING THING!

This is why we are so enthused to prove that the symmetry of charge self similarity producing harmonic inclusive non-destructive compression creates not only Gravity but LIFE. Can our hearts invite in the WHOLE world by being harmonic inclusive.. (well put - James calling this fractal geometry in the heart ..) and can we TEACH that...?? Medicine knows the harmonic inclusive heart is immortal but they call that a chaotic heart. We say that the golden mean may solve the problem of compression allowing a harmonic inclusive heart to also be COHERENT and not at all chaotic. ( medicine got oversimple when they saw a mono tone heart rate predicts disease susceptibility .. This insight is real, but the alternative to a 'sickening' monotonic heart IS NOT CHAOS - it is in fact COMPRESSION (recursion). More at , with your input invited , warmly, dan winter

and now the newsletter: Gravity Politics- Why Governments DON'T Want You to Know HOW GRAVITY IS MADE..
+ A GREAT true Story: Scientist Discovers How Insects MAKE GRAVITY and Uses it TO FLY!!

1. Interferes with 'military secrets' 'national security' ... in regimes like the BushFascism headed to Orwellian FEAR. "Wake up and smell the Facism"

2. Requires more responsibility than citizens are credited with.

3. Shows that you can make your own choices - even after death (steering your aura - your KA - boat to the underworld of death - by directing the angle of biologic gravity making..) - making much of government as it is today - obsolete.

4. Eliminates the wasted human output of negative - emotion - field effects - which are the primary food source to the parasites who run most military governments.

5. Would eliminate the 'God' 'fearing' theocracy disease upon which governments like George Bush are based. (Contrary to George DUBYA- whose God is definitely OUTSIDE YOU - in reality - God is only INSIDE - the YOU who can implode / make gravity / compress charge and THEREFORE BE the creator).

6. Would require a whole planet full of arrogant scientists to dump Einstein's crap about infinite energy required to push charge thru the speed of light, and his profound confusion about infinite non-destructive (gravity making) compression being in fact any more complicated than PHYLOTAXIS! (How plants, and hearts and all of life in fact extract voltage from gravity every moment of existence). Ref: 'Incontrovertible FLAWS in the Theory of Relativity' at

7. IF you taught your genes/ blood to be gravity making ( Bliss Ignition) you would have the ONLY tool (gravity bending implosion) which can resist the hordes of ET parasites now INVADING Earth - read the detail. ( ).- Their technology makes George Bush's 'shock & awe' wars look like tinkertoys, but our IGNITED (& black hole making)- DNA can make theirs look like dead sticks.

Note below in the flying gravity making, time wormhole creating platform made from gravity making insect skeleton material - that the inventor SPECIFICALLY describes the symmetry of the biologic gravity making material as "strangely star-shaped cells"....
more confirmation that - "self-similarity CREATES gravity" ?..

Visualize the PENT star shaped cascade:

This excerpt from Grebennikov is courtesy of : - which we recommend for added intro and personal detail about Grebennikov.

("Secret of the Stradivarius" -- we add one more prelude to mr G here: - WE thought the reason the Stradivarius violin rings the blood - shades of "RED VIOLIN" - was because of the paramagnetic piezoelectric sacred gem stone sand - in the paint- ringing the capacitance - bloody DNA - wave with phonon- HOWEVER- Michael Heleus- writes: Dan, I read the Grebennikov story, and have seen how his findings can apply to various situations, including the possible secret of the Stradivarius violins. As found by Nagyvary, their wood was soaked in seawater until the lignin was partly replaced by silica and salts, making the wood partly crystal, then coated with insect-chitin-containing varnish that I think would emit Grebennikov/DeBroglie gravity-wave partials as the violin was played, giving it the surpassing consciousness-altering hyperdimensional resonance for which the Strad is known., Michael )

Flight - Chapter V of V. S. Grebennikov's My World



A quiet evening in the steppe. The sun's red disk has already touched the faraway, misty horizon. It is too late to get back home-I've stayed too long here with my insects and am preparing to spend the night in the field. Thank goodness I still have water in the flask and some mosquito repellent-one needs it here, what with hosts of gnats on the steep shore of this salty lake.


I am in the steppes, in Kamyshlovo valley. It used to be a mighty tributary of the Irtysh, but the ploughing of the steppes and deforestation turned the river into a deep, broad gully with a string of salty lakes, like this one. There is no wind. Pods of ducks gleam over the evening lake, sandpipers are also heard in the distance.

The high, pearl-colored sky stretches over the calming world of the steppe. How good it is to be out here, in the open country!

I settle for the night on the very edge of the steep, on a grassy glade. I spread out my coat, put my backpack under the head, and before lying down, collect a few dry cakes of cow manure, and light them up. The romantic, unforgettable smell of bluish smoke slowly spreads across the dozing steppe. I lie down on my simple bed, stretch my tired legs and anticipate yet another wonderful night in the country.


The blue smoke quietly takes me to the Land of Fairy Tales; sleep comes fast. I become very small, the size of an ant, then enormous, like the sky, and am about to fall asleep. But why is it that today these "pre-sleep transformations" of my bodily dimensions are somewhat unusual, too strong? A new sensation has mixed in-a sensation of falling, as though the high cliff has been snatched away from under my body, and I am falling into an unknown, terrible abyss!

Suddenly I see flashes. I open my eyes, but they don't go away-they are dancing on the pearl-and-sliver evening sky and on the grass. I get a strong, metallic taste in my mouth, as though I pressed my tongue to the contact plates of a small electric battery. My ears start ringing, I distinctly hear the double beats of my own heart.

How can one sleep when such things are going on!

I sit up and try to drive away these unpleasant sensations, but nothing comes out of my efforts. The only result is that the flashes are no longer wide and blurred but sharp and clear, like sparks or perhaps small chains; they make it hard to look around. Then I remember: I had very similar sensations a few years ago in Lesochek, or to be more precise, in the Enchanted Grove [the author is referring to localities of an entomological preserve in Omsk Region].

I have to get up and walk around the lakeshore. Does it feel like this everywhere around here? No: here, a meter from the edge, I feel a clear effect of "something", while ten meters further into the steppe the effect clearly disappears.


It becomes a bit frightening: I am alone in the deserted steppe, by the "Enchanted Lake". I should quickly pack up and clear out. But my curiosity takes over: what is this, really? Could it be that the smell of lake water and slime is doing this to me? I go down, under the steep and sit down by the water. The thick, sweetish smell of sapropel-rotted remains of algae-is enveloping me like in a mud spa. I sit there for five, ten minutes-no unpleasant sensations. It would be suitable to sleep here, if it weren't so wet.

I climb the steppe-same old story! My head is spinning, I again get that "galvanic", sour taste in the mouth and feel as though my weight is changing-I am at one moment incredibly light, and unbearably heavy at the next. I see flashes in my eyes. If it was indeed a "bad spot", some nasty anomaly, then there would be no grass here, and large bees would not be nesting in the loamy steppe.

Meanwhile, their nests are all over it-in fact, I was trying to make my bed right above their underground "bee city" in whose depths there is of course a multitude of tunnels, chambers, lots of larvae, cocoons-all of them alive and healthy. I understood nothing that time.


I got up with a headache even before sunrise and, tired, hobbled off toward the road to get a hitch to Isilkul.


That summer I visited the "Enchanted Lake" four more times, at various times of day, and under various weather conditions. By the end of the summer my bees got incredibly busy stuffing their holes with flower pollen-in a word, they were feeling great. Which I wasn't: a meter from the edge of the steppe, above their nests, I again had a set of most unpleasant sensations. Five meters away, I had none... And there was the same old bewilderment: why, why do these bees feel so good here that the entire steppe is dappled with their holes like Swiss cheese, and in places, almost like a sponge?

The solution came many years later, when the bee city in Kamyshlovo valley died: the tillage came to the very edge which consequently fell off. Now instead of grass and bee holes, there is nothing there but an atrocious heap of mud.

I only had a handful of old clay lumps-fragments of those nests, with multiple chamber cells. The cells were side by side and reminded of small thimbles, or little jugs with narrowing necks.

I already knew that these bees were of the quadruple ring species-that was the number of light rings on their elongated bellies. On my desk, packed with equipment, ant- and grasshopper-houses, bottles with chemicals, and other stuff, I had a wide receptacle filled with these spongy clay lumps. I was about to pick something up and moved my hand over these porous fragments.


A miracle happened: I suddenly felt warmth emanating from them. I touched the lumps with my hand-they were cold, but above them I felt a clear thermal sensation.


Besides, in my fingers I felt some hitherto unknown jerks, some sort of "tick" as it were. And when I pushed the bowl with the nests to the end of the desk and leaned over it, I felt the same sensation as on the lake-my head was getting lighter and bigger, the body was falling down, the eyes saw rapid flashes, and the mouth tasted an electric battery. I was feeling slightly nauseous...


I put a sheet of cardboard on top of the bowl-the sensation didn't change. A pot lid changed nothing either; it was as if the "something" was cutting right through it. I had to study the phenomenon at once. But what could I do at home, without the necessary physical instruments? I got assistance from many research scientists of various institutes of the Agricultural Academy in Novosibirsk.

But alas, the instruments-either thermometers, or ultrasound detectors, magnetometers and electrometers-did not respond to them in the slightest.


We conducted a precise chemical analysis of the clay-nothing special. The radiometer was also silent... But ordinary human hands, and not just mine, distinctly felt either warmth or a cold draft and a tingle, or sometimes a thicker, stickier environment.


Some people's hands got heavier, others felt theirs were pushed up; some people's fingers and arm muscles got numb, they felt giddy and had profuse salivation.


Similar phenomena could be observed in a bunch of paper tubes inhabited by leaf-cutting bees. Each tunnel had a solid row of multi-layered cans of torn leaves, covered with concave lids (also of leaves). Inside the cans there were silk, oval cocoons with larvae and chrysalides.


I asked people who knew nothing of my discovery to hold their hands or faces over the leaf-cutter nests, and took a detailed record of the experiment. The results may be found in my article "On the physical and biological properties of pollinator bee nests" published in the Siberian Bulletin of Agricultural Science, no.3, 1984.


The same article contains the formula of the discovery-a brief physical description of this wonderful phenomenon. Based on the structure of bee nests, I created a few dozen artificial honeycombs-of plastic, paper, metal, and wood. It turned out that the cause of all those unusual sensations was not a biological field, but the size, shape, number, and the arrangement of caverns formed by any solid objects. And as before, the organism felt it, while the instruments were silent.

I called the discovery the Cavernous Structures Effect (CSE) and carried on with my experiments. Nature continued to reveal its innermost secrets one after another...


It turned out that the CSE zone inhibits the growth of saprophytic soil bacteria, of yeast and other cultures, as well as wheat grain germination. It also changes the behavior of microscopic algea chlamydospores. Leaf-cutting bee larvae begin to phosphoresce, while adult bees are much more active in this field and finish pollination two weeks earlier.


It turned out that the CSE, like gravitation, could not be shielded-it affected living organisms through walls, thick metal, and other screens. It turned out that if a porous object were moved to another spot, the human would feel the CSE not immediately but in a few seconds or minutes, while the old spot would retain a "trace", or as I called it, a "phantom" perceivable by the hand for hours, and sometimes for months thereafter.

It turned out that the CSE field did not decrease evenly with distance, but surrounded the honeycomb with a system of invisible, yet sometimes clearly perceivable "shells".


It turned out that animals (white mice) and humans entering the zone of the CSE (even a very strong one) soon adapted to it. It couldn't be otherwise: we are everywhere surrounded by caverns large and small: by grids, cells of living and dead plants (as well as our own cells), by bubbles of foam-rubber, foam plastic, foam concrete, rooms, corridors, halls, roofing, spaces between machine parts, trees, furniture, buildings.


It turned out that the CSE "ray" had a stronger impact on living organisms when it was directed away from the sun, and also downwards, facing the Earth's center.


It turned out that clocks-both mechanical and electronic-placed in a strong CSE field started running inaccurately-Time must also have a part in it. All this was the manifestation of the Will of Matter, constantly moving, transforming, and eternally existing. It turned out that back in the 20s the French physicist Louis des Broglie was awarded the Nobel Prize for his discovery of these waves, and that the latter were used in electronic microscopes.


It turned out... well, many other things transpired in my experiments and research, but they would lead us into solid-state physics, quantum mechanics, elementary-particle physics, i. e far away from the main characters of our narrative: insects...


Meanwhile, I did manage to devise instruments for an objective registration of the CSE-instruments that accurately reacted to the proximity of insect nests.


Here they are in the drawing: sealed vessels with straws and burnt twigs-drawing coals-suspended on spider web threads. There is some water at the bottom to counter static electricity hindering experiments in dry air.


If you point an old wasp nest, a bee honeycomb, a bunch of cereal ears to the upper end of the indicator, it slowly moves a few dozen degrees...


There is no miracle here: the energy of scintillating electrons of both multi-cavernous bodies creates a total wave system in space, whereby a wave is energy capable of performing a mutual repulsion of these objects-even through obstacles, such as a thick-walled steel capsule (see photograph).


It is hard to imagine that its armor is powerless to stop waves of a tiny, light wasp nest seen in the picture, and that the indicator inside this heavy, solid capsule "runs away"-sometimes as far as 180 degrees-from this long-vacant nest. Yet it is so. Those who have doubts are invited to visit the Agroecology Museum near Novosibirsk-you'll see it for yourselves.

The same museum displays an always-active honeycomb painkiller. It is a chair with an overhead cap that has a few empty, but intact combs of the honeybee ("dry" honeycombs, in the beekeeper vocab) in it. Anyone who sits in this chair will after a few minutes almost certainly feel something (please write to me what exactly you feel, I'll be grateful), while those with a headache will in just a few minutes say goodbye to the pain-at least for a few hours. My painkillers are successfully used in many parts of the country-I made no secret of my discovery.


The hand will clearly sense the emanation if you take it from below, palm up, to the cap with bee honeycombs. The cap could be made of cardboard, veneer, or better still, of tin plate with tightly sealed seams.

Yet another gift from insects...

This was my reasoning at first: people have been dealing with the honeybee for thousands of years, no one has ever complained of anything unpleasant, except of course stings. I held a dry honeycomb over my head-it was working!

I decided to use a set of six frames. Such was the story of my rather simple discovery. An old wasp nest works quite differently, even though the size and shape of its cells are very close to those of bees.


The important difference was that the honeycomb material, unlike that of wax, is more crumbly and micro-porous: it is paper-like (by the way, it was wasps that invented paper, not people: they scrape old wood fiber and mix it with their sticky saliva).

Walls of the wasp honeycomb are much thinner than those of bees, the cell size and pattern are also different, as is the outer shell, also made of multi-layered, loosely wrapped paper. I had reports of a highly unpleasant effect of a few wasp nests in an attic. And besides, most multi-cell devices and objects that will manifest CSE in the first few minutes have a far from beneficial effect on humans. Honeybee combs are a rare exception. And when in the 1960s we had bumblebees living in our Isilkul apartment, I often observed the following.


A young bumblebee on its first trip away from the hive did not take the trouble to remember the entrance and would spend hours wandering around the windows of our house and of a similar-looking house nearby. And in the evening, giving up on its poor visual memory, it would land on the brick wall, precisely outside the hive and would try to break right through it. How did the insect know that right there, four meters away from the entrance, and a meter and a half below, behind the thick, half-meter wall was its home nest? At the time I was lost in conjectures, but now I know exactly why the bumblebee behaved like that. An amazing find, wouldn't you agree?

Now let us remember the experiment in which hunter wasps returned not just to a given location, but to an entirely different place where the lump of soil with their nest had been moved: no doubt, they were able to find it because of a wave beacon created by the nest cavern. And there was another mystery revealed to me by my insect friends. It turned out that to attract their pollinators, flowers use not only color, odor, and nectar, but also a similar wave beacon, powerful and unstoppable.

I discovered it with a drawing coal-a burnt twig-by passing it over large, bell-shaped flowers (tulips, lilies, amaryllises, mallows, pumpkins).


Already at a distance I could feel a "braking", as it were, of this detector. Soon I was able to find a flower in a dark room standing one or two meters away from it-but only if it had not been moved, because a "false target" would be left in its old place-the "residual phantom" I already mentioned.


I do not possess any supersensory abilities, and any person after some training would be able to do the same. Instead of coal one could use a 10-cm-long piece of a yellow sorghum stem, or a short pencil whose rear end should be facing the flower.


Some people would be able to feel the flower (a "warm", "cold", or "shivering" sensation emanating from it) with their bare hands, tongues, or even faces. As many experiments demonstrated, children and adolescents are particularly sensitive to Waves of Matter.


As for bees that nest underground, their "knowledge" of the CSE is vital for them first of all, because it enables the builder of a new gallery to stay away from a neighboring nest. Otherwise the entire bee-city cut through with intersecting holes would simply collapse.

Secondly, plant roots cannot be allowed to grow down into the galleries and honeycombs. Thus roots stop a few centimeters away from the honeycomb, or else, feeling that nests are near, they start growing aside.


The latter conclusion was confirmed by my many experiments on sprouting wheat seeds in a strong CSE field, as compared to seeds germinating in the same climatic conditions but in the absence of the CSE.


Photographs and drawings show both the dying of roots in the experimental batch and their sharp deviation in a direction away from my "artificial honeycomb".


Thus bees and weeds back at the lake had long ago made a pact-another example of the highest ecological expediency of all Being. And in that same spot on the globe we see yet another example of people's mercilessly ignorant attitude to Nature...

The bee-city is now gone; every spring thick streams of fertile black earth soil run down, between filthy heaps of trash, to the lifeless, salty puddles that not too long ago were a string of lakes with countless flocks of sandpipers and ducks, white swans, and hovering fish-hawks. And by the steppe thinned out by bee holes, one used to hear the hum of hundreds of thousands of bees that for the first time led me into the Unknown.


I must have tired the reader with all these honeycombs of mine... A separate thick book would be required to describe all my experiments. Therefore I will only mention one thing: my pocket, battery-powered calculator often malfunctioned in the CSE field: it either erred, or sometimes its display window would fail to light up for hours. I used the field of a wasp nest combined with that of my two palms. None of these structures had any effect in isolation.

I will also note that hands with their tubular phalanxes, joints, ligaments, blood vessels, and nails are intensive CSE emanators capable of giving a powerful push to the straw or coal indicator of my little instrument from a couple of meters' distance. Practically anyone could do it. This is why I am convinced that there are no people with supersensory abilities, or rather that all the people have them... And the number of those who from a distance can move light-weight objects on a table, hold them suspended in the air or "magnetically" attached to the hand is far greater than is usually thought. Try it yourself! I look forward to your letters.

There once was an ancient folk game: one man sits on a chair, and over his head, four of his friends "build" a grid of horizontally stretched palms with slightly spread fingers-first right hands, then left, with 2 cm gaps between them. In 10-15 seconds, all four synchronously put their pressed-together index and middle fingers under the armpits and under the knees of the sitting man, and then they energetically toss him up in the air. The time between "collapsing" the grid and tossing the man must not exceed two seconds; the synchronicity is also very important. If everything is done right, a 100-kilo man flies up almost to the ceiling, while the ones who tossed him claim he was light as a feather.

A strict reader may ask me how it is possible. Doesn't it all contradict laws of nature? And if so, am I not propagating mysticism? Nothing of the sort! There is no mysticism, the thing is simply that we, humans, still know little of the Universe which, as we see, not always "accepts" our, all too human rules, assumptions, and orders... Once it dawned on me: the results of my experiments with insect nests bear too much similarity to the reports of people who happened to be in the vicinity of... UFOs. Think and compare: temporary malfunctioning of electronic devices, disrupted clocks-i. e., time, an invisible, resilient "obstacle", a temporary drop in the weight of objects, the sensation of a drop in human weight, phosphenes-moving, colored flashes in the eyes, a "galvanic" taste in the mouth...

I am sure you have read about all this in UFO journals. I am now telling you it can all be experienced in our Museum. Come visit! Was I standing on the threshold of yet another mystery? Quite so. And again I was helped by chance, or rather by my old insect friends. And again there were sleepless nights, failures, doubts, breakdowns, even accidents... And I had no one to turn to for advice-they would have just laughed, or worse...

But I can say this, my reader: he is happy who has a more or less adequate use of his eyes, head, and hands-skillful hands are particularly important!-and trust me, the joy of creative work, even of work that ends in failure, is far higher and brighter than earning any diplomas, medals, or patents.


Flying an Anti-gravitational Platform

(excerpts from a diary)

Judge it for yourself from my diary excerpts-obviously simplified and adapted for this book. Pictures and drawings will help you to evaluate my story... A hot summer day. Far-away expanses drown in a bluish-lilac haze; the sky's gigantic cupola with fluffy clouds stretches above the fields and coppices. I am flying about 300 meters above ground, with a distant lake-a light, elongated spot in the haze-as my reference point.


Blue, intricate tree contours slowly recede; between them, there are fields. Those, bluish-green ones are fields of oats; the whitish rectangles with a strange, rhythmic twinkling are those of buckwheat. Straight ahead of me is a field of alfalfa-its green color is familiar, it resembles the oil paint "cobalt medium-green". Green oceans of wheat on the right are of a denser shade and resemble the "chrome oxide" paint. An enormous, multi-colored palette floats further and further backwards.


Footpaths meander between fields and coppices. They join gravel roads which it turn stretch further out, toward the highway, still invisible from here for the haze, but I know that if I flew on the right side of the lake, I would see it-a smooth, gray strip without a beginning or an end, on which cars-small boxes-are slowly crawling.

Isometric, flat shadows of cumulus clouds are picturesquely spread around the sunny forest-steppe. They are deep-blue where they cover coppices, and are various shades of light blue over fields. Now I am in the shadow of one such cloud: I accelerate-it's quite easy for me to do that-and leave the shadow.


I lean forward slightly and feel a warm, taut wind coming far down below, from the sun-warmed ground and plants. It comes not from the side, as on the ground, but strangely from the surface up. I physically feel a thick, dense current with a strong odor of blooming buckwheat. Of course this jet can easily lift up even a large bird-an eagle, a stork, or a crane-if it freezes its spread wings. But I have no wings and am suspended in the air not by the upward jet.


In my flight I am supported by a flat, rectangular little platform, slightly bigger than the seat of a chair, with a pole and two handles to which I hold on and with whose help I navigate the device. Is this science fiction? I wouldn't say so...


In a word, the interrupted manuscript of this book was abandoned for two years because generous, ancient Nature, again through my insect friends had given me another Something-and it did so, as usual, elegantly and inconspicuously, yet swiftly and convincingly. And for two years the Discovery did not let me go, even though it seemed to me I was mastering it at a break-neck speed.

(Note: Grebennikov would have been approximately 62-63 years of age in 1990-1992)


But it always happens this way: when your work is new and interesting, time flies twice as fast. A light spot of a steppe lake is already much closer. Beyond it, the highway is visible with already distinctly discernable boxes of cars. The highway is about 8km away from the railway that runs parallel to it, and if I look closer, I can see the poles of the power line and the light-colored embankment of the railway. It is time to turn some 20 degrees to the left.

I am not seen from the ground, and not just because of the distance: even in a very low flight I cast almost no shadow. Yet, as I found out later, people sometimes see something where I am in the sky-either a light sphere, a disk, or something like a slanted cloud with sharp edges that moves, according to them, not exactly the way a cloud would.

One person observed a "flat, non-transparent square, about one hectare in size"-could it have been the optically enlarged little platform of my device?


Most people see nothing at all, and I am for the moment pleased with it-I can't be too careful! Besides, I still haven't determined what my visibility or invisibility depends on.


Therefore I confess that I consciously avoid people in my flight and for that purpose bypass cities and towns, and even cross roads and footpaths at high speed, after making sure there is no one on them.


In these excursions-no doubt, fictional for the reader, but for me already almost casual-I trust only my insect friends depicted on these pages.


The first practical use of my discovery was-and still is-entomological: to examine my secret places, to take a picture of them from above, to find new, still unexamined Insect Lands in need of protection and rescue. Alas, Nature established its own, strict limitations on my work: just as on a passenger plane, I could see but couldn't photograph.


My camera shutter wouldn't close, and both rolls of films I had taken with me-one in the camera, the other in my pocket-got light-struck. I didn't succeed in sketching the landscape either; as both my hands were almost always busy, I could only free one hand for a couple of seconds. Thus I could only draw from memory. I managed to do that only immediately after landing-though I am an artist, my visual memory is not that great.


In my flight I did not feel the same way we do when we fly in our sleep.

It was with flying in my sleep that I started this book a while ago. And flying is not so much pleasure as it is work, sometimes very hard and dangerous. One has to stand, not hover, the hands are always busy, and a few centimeters away there is a border separating "this" space from "that", on the outside.


The border is invisible but very treacherous. My contraption is still rather clumsy and resembles perhaps... hospital scales. But this is only the beginning!


By the way, besides the camera, I sometimes had trouble with my watch and possibly, with the calendar too: descending on a familiar glade, I would occasionally find it slightly "out of season", with a two-week deviation, and I had nothing to check it against.


Thus it is possible to fly not just in space but also-or so it seems-in time as well. I cannot make the latter claim with a 100% guarantee, except perhaps that in flight, particularly at its beginning, a watch runs too slow and then too fast, but at the end of the excursion starts running accurately again.

This is why I stay away from people during my journeys: if time is involved alongside gravitation, I might perhaps accidentally disrupt cause-and-effect relations and someone might get hurt.


This is where my fears were coming from: insects captured "there" disappear from test tubes, boxes, and other receptacles.


They disappear mostly without a trace. Once a test tube in my pocket was crushed to tiny bits, another time there was an oval hole in the glass, with brown, as though "chitin" edges-you can see it in the picture.


Many times I felt a kind of burning or an electric shock inside my pocket-perhaps at the moment of my prisoner's "disappearance".


Only once did I find a captured insect in the test tube, but it wasn't the adult ichneumon with white rings on its feelers, but its... chrysalis, i. e. its earlier stage. It was alive-it moved its belly when touched. Much to my dismay, it died a week later.

It is best to fly on clear summer days. Flying is much more difficult when it rains, and almost impossible in winter-not because of the cold. I could have adapted my device accordingly, but since I am an entomologist, I simply do not need winter flights.

How and why did I come to this discovery? In the summer of 1988, as I was examining under a microscope the chitin shells of insects, their pinnate (feathery) feelers, and the thinnest structure of butterflies' wings, I got interested in an amazingly rhythmical microstructure of one large insect detail.

It was an extremely well-ordered composition, as though pressed on a complex machine according to special blueprints and calculations. As I saw it, the intricate sponginess was clearly not necessary either for the durability of the detail, or for its decoration. I had never observed anything like this unusual micro-ornament either in nature, in technology, or in art.

Because its structure is three-dimensional, so far I have been unable to capture it in a drawing, or a photograph. Why does an insect need it? Besides, other than in flight, this structure at the bottom of the wing case is always hidden from the eye-no one would ever see it properly. Was it perhaps the wave beacon with "my" multiple cavernous structures effect? That truly lucky summer there were very many insects of this species, and I would capture them at night: neither before, nor after was I able to observe these insects.


I put the small, concave chitin plate on the microscope shelf in order again to examine under strong magnification its strangely star-shaped cells. I again admired this masterpiece of nature, and almost purposelessly placed it on top of another, identical plate that had the same unusual cells on one of its sides.

But no!-the detail broke loose from my tweezers; for a few seconds it hung suspended above the other plate on the microscope shelf, turned a few degrees clockwise, slid to the right, turned counterclockwise, swung, and only then abruptly fell on the desk.

You can imagine what I felt at that moment... When I came to my senses, I tied a few panels with a wire-it wasn't an easy thing to do, and I only succeeded when I positioned them vertically. What I got was a multi-layered chitin block. I put it on the desk.

Even a relatively large object-such as a paper tack-could not fall on it-something pushed it up and aside. When I attached the tack on top of the "block", I witnessed such incredible, impossible things (for example, the tack for a few moments was lost from sight) that I realized it was no beacon, but something else entirely.


And again I got so excited that all the objects around me became foggy and shaky. It was with a huge effort that I managed to pull myself together in a couple of hours and continue working.

So, this is how it started. Of course, much still remains to be understood, verified, and tested. I will certainly tell my readers about the finer details of my machine, about its propulsion principles, about distances, heights, speeds, equipment, and all the rest-but in my next book.


...I conducted my first, very unsuccessful and highly dangerous flight on the night of March 17, 1990. I didn't have the patience to wait till the warm season and neglected to go to a deserted area. I already knew that night was the most dangerous time for this kind of work.

I had bad luck from the very beginning: the panel blocks of the right part of the bearing platform periodically got stuck. I should have fixed the problem immediately, but neglected to do so. I took off right in the middle of the Agricultural Academy campus, erroneously assuming that at 1 AM everyone was asleep, and nobody would see me.


The lift-off went well, but in a few seconds, when the lit windows of buildings sank beneath me, I felt dizzy. I should have landed right then but remained airborne, which was wrong because a powerful force snatched away my control over the movement and weight, and it pulled me in the direction of the city.


Drawn by this unexpected, uncontrollable power, I crossed the second circle of nine-story buildings in the city's residential area (they are laid out in two huge circles with five-story buildings, including ours, inside them), then I crossed a snow-covered, narrow field, and the Academy City highway... The dark immensity of Novosibirsk was closing in upon me, and it was closing in fast. I was already near a bunch of tall factory chimneys many of which fumed thick smoke-night shift was on. I had to do something quickly.

I got on top of the situation only with a great effort. Finally I managed to conduct an emergency adjustment of the panel blocks. My horizontal movement slowed down, but then I again felt sick.

Only at fourth try did I succeed in stopping the horizontal movement, at which point my platform was hanging over Zatulinka, the city's industrial district. The sinister chimneys silently continued to fume right underneath me.


I rested for a few minutes-if one could call hanging over a lighted factory fence rest-and after I made sure the "evil power" has passed, I glided back-yet not in the direction of our Agricultural Academy campus but to the right from it, toward the airport. I did this to foul the trail, in case someone had seen me.


Only about halfway to the airport, over some dark, night fields where there was clearly no one around, I abruptly turned home... Next day I naturally couldn't get out of bed.

News on TV and in newspapers was more than alarming. Headlines, such as "UFO over Zatulinka" and "Aliens again?" meant that my flight had been detected. But how! Some perceived the "phenomenon" as glowing spheres or disks-many actually saw not one sphere but two! Others claimed they had seen a "real saucer" with windows and rays.


I am not discounting the possibility that some Zatulino residents saw not my near-emergency evolutions, but something else entirely that had nothing to do with those. Besides, March of 1990 was particularly rich in UFO sightings in Siberia, near Nalchik, and especially in Belgium where, according to Pravda, on March 31 the engineer Marcel Alferlane took a two-minute film of the flight of a huge triangular craft which, according to Belgian scientists, were none other than "material objects with a capacity no civilization can currently create."

Is it really so? As for me, I would suggest that the gravitational filter platforms (or as I call them, panel blocks) of these machines were in fact small, triangular, and made here on Earth-but with more sophistication than my half-wooden contraption.

I too wanted to make the platform triangular-it is much safer and more efficient that way-but I chose a rectangular design because it is easier to fold, and when folded, it resembles a suitcase, a painter's case, or a briefcase that can be thus disguised so as not to arouse suspicion. I, naturally, disguised it as a painter's case.


I had nothing to do with the sightings in Nalchik or Belgium. Besides, as it may appear, I am very impractical in the use of my discovery-I only fly to my entomological preserves. These are far more important to me than any technological finds.

At the moment, I have eleven such preserves: eight in Omsk region, one in Voronezh region, and one near Novosibirsk. There used to be six of them in Novosibirsk region, all of them created, or rather salvaged by me and my family, but they don't like them here. Neither the Agricultural Academy (still more obsessed with "chemistry" than with anything else), nor the Environmental Protection Committee were willing to help me salvage these little preserves from evil, ignorant people.


Thus I am continuing my journey westward under the magnificent, fluffy clouds at noon. The blue shadows of the clouds, the intricately shaped coppices, and the multicolored rectangles of fields float backwards below me.

The speed of my flight is quite high, but there is no wind in my ears-the platform's force field has "carved out" from space an upward-diverging, invisible column that cuts the platform off the earth's gravitational pull. But it left me and the air inside the column intact. I think that all this, as it were, parts space in flight, and then closes it behind me.

This must be the reason for the invisibility, or the distorted visibility, of the device and its "rider"-as was the case with my flight over Novosibirsk's Zatulinka suburb.

But the protection from gravity is regulated, even though it is incomplete: if you move your head forward, you already feel the turbulence of the wind that clearly smells either of sweet clover, of buckwheat, or of the colored weeds of Siberian meadows.

I leave Isilkul with its huge grain elevator on my right and gradually begin to descend over the highway, making sure that I am invisible to drivers, passengers, and people working in the field.

My platform and I cast no shadow (although the shadow occasionally appears): I see three kids on the edge of a forest, go down, drop my speed, and fly right near them. They show no reaction, which means that everything is fine-neither I, nor my shadow are visible. Or heard: the propulsion principle of my device is such that the platform makes no sound whatsoever, because there is practically no air friction.


My journey was long-at least forty minutes from Novosibirsk. My hands are tired as I can't take them off the controls, so are my legs and body-I have to stand up straight, tied to the vertical pole with a belt. And even though I can travel faster, I am still afraid to do so-my hand-made machine is still too small and fragile.


I again go up and ahead, and soon I see the familiar landmarks-a road intersection, a passenger terminal on the right side of the highway. Another five kilometers, and finally I see orange columns of the Preserve fence. The Preserve is this year-come to think of it-twenty years old! How many times I saved this child of mine from trouble and bureaucrats, from chemicals-loaded aircraft, from fires, and many other evil deeds. And the Land of Insects is alive and well!

Descending and braking, which is done by cross-shifting filter blinds under the platform board, I already see the thicket of carrot weed, make out the light heads of their flowers resembling azure balls-they are of course covered with insects, and an incredible joy comes over me, taking away my fatigue, for it was I who saved this piece of Earth, even if a small one, less than seven hectares.

Already for twenty years no one has driven here, no one has cut the grass, tended cattle, and the soil has risen in places to fourteen centimeters high. Not only several locally extinct species of insects have returned, but also such weeds as feather grass of rare varieties, purple Scorzonera whose large flowers in the morning smell of chocolate, and many other plants. I feel the thick smell of cuckoo flower-only this Middle Glade smells like that, it is right behind the fence of the preserve, and fills me with yet again with the joyful anticipation of another encounter with the World of Insects.


Here they are, I can see them very well even from ten meters above the ground on the wide umbrellas and azure balls of angelica and carrot plants: dark orange butterflies sit on them in groups; heavy hornets bow the white and yellow inflorescences of lady's bedstraws; ginger and blue dragonflies with trembling wide wings and a fine network of veins hover next to my head. I slow down even more, and see a sudden flash below: my shadow, hitherto invisible, has finally appeared and now slowly glides along weeds and bushes.


But I am already safe-there is not a soul around, and the highway three hundred meters north of the preserve is now empty. I can land. The stems of the tallest weeds rustle against the bottom of my "podium"-the platform with the panel blocks.


But before putting it down on a little bump, I, in a fit of joy, again spread the blinds with my control handle, and vertically go up. The landscape below quickly shrinks, shrivels as it were: the shrubs of the preserve, its edges and fences, all the surrounding coppices and fields. The horizon begins to curve on all sides in a huge groove, opening up the railroad that runs two kilometers on the left, then a village on the right-it twinkles with its light slate roofs.

Further on the right is Roslavka, the central estate of Lesnoy State Farm-it already looks like a small city. Left from the railroad are cow farms of Lesnoy's Komsomolsk branch; they are surrounded by a yellow ring of straw and dry, foot-worn manure. In the far west, where the smooth curve of the railroad disappears (this is actually confusing: the railway is straight as an arrow), there are small houses and the neat white cube of the Yunino railroad terminal, six km away. Beyond Yunino, there are limitless expanses of Kazakhstan drowning in the hot, bluish haze.

And finally here it is, below me-Isilkulia, the land of my youth; it's very different from how it appears on maps and plans with their inscriptions and signs. It is vast, limitless, alive, interspersed with dark, intricate islands of coppices, cloudy shadows, light, clear spots of lakes.

The huge disk of the Earth with all this for some reason appears more and more concave-I still haven't discovered the reason for this already familiar illusion. I go up higher, the rare, white cloud masses sink lower, and the sky is darker than below-it is dark blue. The fields visible between the clouds are already covered with a thickening blue haze, and it is more and more difficult to make them out. Too bad I can't take my four-year-old grandson Andrei with me; the platform could easily lift us both. Yet one can't be too careful...


... Goodness, what am I doing? I cast a shadow back on the Glade, didn't I? This means I can be seen by thousands, as on that memorable night in March. It is day now, and I may again appear as a disk, square, or worse, my own person... There is also a cargo plane, still soundless, coming straight at me, quickly growing in size; I already see the cold shimmer of its body and the pulsation of its unnaturally red blinker.

Down, quick! I brake abruptly, make a turn; the sun is at my back; my shadow should be across from me, on the gigantic, convex wall of a white cloud. But there is none, only a multicolored glory, an iridescent, bright ring familiar to all pilots has brushed the cloud ahead of me.


I sigh with relief-this means nobody saw either me, or my "double" in the guise of a triangle, square, or a "banal" saucer... A thought occurs to me (I must say that despite the desperate technical and physical inconvenience, imagination works much better and faster in a "falling" flight): what if I am not the only one out of five billion people to have made my discovery; what if flying devices based on the same principle-both home-made and professional-have long been constructed and tested?

But all screening platforms have the same quality: sometimes they become visible to other people; pilots too are "transformed"-they are seen as "humanoids" in silver costumes, either short and green, or flat as if made of cardboard (Voronezh, 1989), etc. Thus it may very well be that these are not alien UFO crewmen, but "temporarily deformed"-of course to outside observers-earthly pilots and builders of little platforms, such as mine, who have made their inventions reliable.

My advice to those who in their study of insects comes across the same phenomenon and begin making and testing a "gravitoplane" (by the way, I am convinced that one can't make the discovery without insects) is this: to fly only on fine summer days, to avoid working in thunderstorms or rain, not to get too far or too high, not take a thing with you from the landing area, to make all assembly units maximally strong, and to avoid testing the device in the vicinity of any power lines, towns (let alone cities), transport, or people.

The best site for testing is a distant forest glade, as far away from human habitation as possible; otherwise a phenomenon known as poltergeist could occur in the radius of a few dozen meters-"unexplained" movements of household objects, switching off, or on, of household electric appliances, and even fires.


I myself have no explanation for all this, but it seems that these phenomena are the consequence of temporal disruptions, a complicated and treacherous thing. Not a single, even tiniest fragment or particle should be dropped either during the flight, or in the landing area.

Let us remember the Dalnegorsk phenomenon of January 29, 1986-apparently a tragic one for the inventors, when the entire device was blown apart and scattered on a vast area, and only small shreds of filter cells were found, impossible to analyze chemically (as it should be!).


Remember, I wrote that insects taken "there" and moved "here" in a test tube disappeared, and a hole was formed in the tube, if it remained intact.


It turns out these holes resembled those in window glass; the latter sometimes appear in residential and office buildings, occasionally in "bursts" in the windows of several rooms and floors. A hole is 3-5 mm on the outside, widening in a cone to he inside, with exit diameter of 6-15 mm. Some holes are melted or colored in brown on edges-just as it happened in the case of my insect in a test tube.

It seems that this type of poltergeist is caused not, as I used to believe, by short-lived microplasmoids of a tiny ball lightening type, but by particles and specks carelessly dropped while testing a device similar to mine. The photographs of window holes on these pages are documentary and made by me at the scientific center of the Agricultural Academy near Novosibirsk. I can show them to anyone who wants to see them. These holes appeared during 1975-1990, but none of them, except perhaps the very last one, are related to my flights.

I am certain that part of UFO descriptions are actually those of platforms, panel blocks and other large parts of devices deliberately or accidentally taken out of the active field by their designers and makers. These fragments are capable of causing much trouble to others, or at best, to generate a series of improbable tales and stories in papers and magazines, often accompanied by "scientific" commentary...

Why am I not disclosing the particulars of my discovery at this time? Firstly, because one needs time and energy for proving the truth. I have neither. I know how daunting this task is from my own bitter experience of trying to get recognition for my previous discoveries, including such an obvious one as the Cavernous Structures Effect of whose reality you, my readers, I am sure, are by now convinced.

This was the result of my protracted, painstaking efforts to get the CSE scientifically recognized:


"Any further correspondence with you on the subject of your patent application is counterproductive."


I know personally some of the High Priests of Science, and I am certain that were I ever to get an audience with one such person (which is now practically impossible), were I ever to;


  • open my painter's case,
  • attach the pole,
  • turn the handle,
  • and soar to the ceiling,


he wouldn't be a bit impressed-or worse still, would order the trickster out of the office. I look forward to times when young people will replace these "priests".


The second reason for my "non-disclosure" is more objective. I found these antigravitational structures only in one species of Siberian insects. I am not even naming the class to which this insect belongs-it seems to be on the verge of extinction, and the population surge I registered back then was possibly local and final.

Thus, if I were to name the genus and the species, what is the guarantee that dishonest people, half-way competent in biology, would not rush out to ravines, meadows, and forests to catch perhaps the very last samples of this Miracle of Nature?


What are the guarantees that they would not plough up hundreds of glades, cut down dozens of forests to get to this potentially lucrative prey? Therefore, let all I have related in this chapter and in the addendum remain science fiction; may Nature herself never reveal this secret to them-it would take a lot of effort, and they would never be able to get it by force as there are still several million insect species living on the planet.


Spend at least an hour on the morphological study of each of them, then calculate the odds of encountering the Unusual, and I will sincerely wish you diligence and a very long life, for even if you took no days off, working eight hours a day, you would need a thousand years of life.


I hope I will be understood and forgiven by those of my readers who wanted immediate information about my discovery not for selfish ends, but simply out of curiosity. Indeed, what would you do in my place if you were to act in the best interests of Living Nature?

Besides, I can see that similar inventions have been made by other people who are also in no rush to take their discoveries to bureaucrats' offices, preferring to fly across night skies in the guise of strange disks, triangles, or squares with chatoyant (iridescent) glimmer.


Falling down, or rather sinking down, I orient myself, look to see if there is anyone around. I brake abruptly about forty meters from the ground, and land safely where I always do-on a tiny glade in the Big Forest of the preserve. You won't find it on a map, and if you get there, you won't be able to find it either.

Don't judge me for the fact that the branches of several aspens there are cut or sliced "by lightening": The strictly vertical take-off and landing are very difficult, and the initial trajectory is for the most part slanted, particularly at take-off, when the platform is for some reason carried off away from the sun, and sometimes the other way around.


I loosen the screws on the control pole, then shorten it like an antenna of a portable radio, and remove it from the platform which I fold in half. Now it looks like a painter's case, a box for paints, if only a bit thicker. I put the case, some food, and a few tools for repairing the fence in my backpack and make my way for the Middle Glade between aspens and short dog-rose bushes. Even before I leave the forest, I see a good omen-a family of fire-red toadstools that have lined up on the forest bedding in a wide curve, or, as it used to be called in folklore, a "witch's ring".

Why "witch's"? And in general, why does one have to break, knock off, trample this beautiful mushroom of Siberian forests? I often asked mushroom-pickers why they do it. The answer was, "because it's inedible!" But turf, clay, twigs, tree stumps, and stones are inedible too.

If there were rocks lying in the forest instead of mushrooms, no one would be knocking them off. It seems that inedible mushrooms are knocked off because they are alive; they are knocked off only in order to kill them! What is this then?


Do people really have this in their blood-to knock off a mushroom, to crush a bug, to shoot a bird, a hare, or a bison? And is this not where boorishness, sadism, pogroms, and wars originate? One really wants not to believe it, but I put myself in the shoes of an alien: I come to Earth to visit humans and see them knock off mushrooms, crush insects, shoot birds and each other.


What would I do? I would immediately turn my spacecraft around and go back. I wouldn't return for at least 500 earth years... What would you do, my reader, if you were an alien?


It's a good thing at least that this little family of toadstools is hidden from evil eyes and cruel feet. Every summer it gives me joy to see its special life, its cinnabar-red, moist caps with large, whitish scales. But here is the Glade. I step on it, as usual, with my heart sinking with a constant longing for this dear, faraway nature of Isilkul, with a fear that some "master" might decide to plough it up, and with a joy that it is still unploughed, uncut, and untrampled...

And it really means nothing that in my backpack I have a folded, i. e. neutralized platform with gravitational, micro-cellular filter blocks, and between them, a folded pole with field regulators and a belt with which I fasten myself to the pole.


What difference does it make that I got about fifty years ahead of contemporary science with my discovery? People are still going to master this and many other mysteries of Matter, Space, Gravitation, and Time.

But no supercivilization on any planet of any Supergalaxy is going to re-create this very Glade with its complex, fragile, trembling Life, with its lady's bedstraws, meadow sweets, and feather-grass...

Where else, in what corner of the Universe are you going to find a match for this lilac-blue bellflower in whose semi-transparent entrails two flower flies are doing their love dance? On what other planet would a nearly tame blue butterfly land on your outstretched hand to have a taste of something salty-sausage, cheese, or a pickle? Or else, just to walk up and down your palm, opening and closing its gray wings on whose backside there is a fine ornament of round eye-shaped spots?


...It hasn't been too long since we, humans, started flying-first air balloons, then airplanes, and now powerful rockets that we send to other heavenly bodies. What next? Next we are going to fly to other stars at a speed close to that of light; but even the closest galaxy would still be out of reach.

Yet Humankind-if it earns the name of Intelligent-will solve many riddles of the Universe and will then overcome that hurdle too. Then any worlds of the Universe will become accessible, close-even if they are trillions of light years away. It'll happen, for it is all a matter of Reason, Science, and technology. But of nothing else. Only this Glade may disappear if I-and there is no one else to rely on-am not going to preserve it for my close and distant descendants.


So what is more valuable to Humanity at this time-the insect preserve or the home-made device capable of developing the zenithal pull of at least 100 kg and the horizontal speed of 30-40 km/min? I am asking you, my reader. But think hard before you give a serious, responsible answer.

Look at these pictures. This is my rather simple device in assembly. A flexible cable inside a steering column trasmits movement from the left handle to the gravitational blinds.


By joining or parting these "wing cases", I lift off or land. Once I lost the left handle in a free-falling descent and would have been in a better world if the platform hadn't dug out a rather deep well in the tillage-first a vertical one, then a horizontal, facing away from the sun.


Thus I not only survived, but also felt almost no impact-just darkness. I extracted myself and my fairly badly damaged device from this well-but not without efforts as the "well" had no slag heaps!


I had to use all my ingenuity to disguise it. If seen from the road, it would have caused much speculation, and may even have led some over-zealous investigators to the culprit. Similar wells-also with a side-tunnel and without slag heaps-were suddenly formed on October 24, 1989 in the fields of Khvorostyansk District of Samara Region. Komsomol'skaya pravda described it in detail on December 6 of the same year. It seems I am not alone. And quite likely am "inventing a bicycle". Well, actually the top part of my device looks very much like one: the right handle is used for horizontal, onward march achieved, also via a cable, by the incline of both groups of "wing case" blinds. I never fly faster than 25 km/min, preferring to go ten times slower.

...I don't know whether I have persuaded you, my reader, that similar devices will soon be available to practically everyone, while Living Nature which humans cannot survive without won't be available to anyone if we don't save it.

But I don't want to seem entirely greedy and will give researchers another Patent of Nature, one also related to Movement and Gravitation. Physicists say that an unsupported mover is impossible. In other words, a device completely isolated from the environment won't fly or drive-a car won't go without outer wheels, a plane won't fly with a covered propeller or engine, neither will a rocket with stopped nozzles. Baron M¸nchhausen who managed to pull himself up by the hair from a mire is the only exception.

It happened near Novosibirsk in 1981 when we were studying the entomo-fauna of alfalfa-its pollinators and pests. Walking along the field, I was "mowing" alfalfa with an insect net and was then moving its contents-insects, leaves and flowers-into a glass jar. Such is the cruel method of studying the insect make-up of fields, no better one has been invented. Alas, such was the work with which I earned my living at the Institute of Agricultural Chemistry. I was about to throw a piece of ethered cotton wool into the jar and then cap it, when a light little cocoon jumped up at me.

It was oval-shaped, rather dense and non-transparent. One of the "prisoners" of the jar must have pushed it-cocoons can't jump on their own! But the cocoon proved me wrong: it jumped up one more time, hit the glass wall, and fell down. I took it out and put it in a separate test tube. At home I looked at it through a binocular microscope-nothing special, a cocoon like any other, about 3 mm long, 1.5 mm wide. Its walls felt strong to the touch-as they should. The cocoon energetically jumped when lit-or warmed?-by the sun; it was quiet in the dark. Its could jump 30mm longwise and, what was even more remarkable, up to 50mm high. As far as I could tell, it flew smoothly, almost without tumbling. No doubt, the larva of the insect was responsible for the movement. But it was impossible to see how it was happening.

Jumping ahead, I can tell you that the cocoon finally produced a male insect of the ichneumon family, the Batiplectes anurus species. It is beneficial for agriculture because its larvae parasitize the weevil, a pest of alfalfa.

The flying cocoon was finally to land in a cool place-for example, a crack in the ground. It must have found myself in my net during its strange journey, i. e. at the moment of its jump. It all resembled poltergeist-unexplained "jumps" of household objects, many times described in papers. I would put it on glass and look at it from below: could it be that the larva draws in its bottom and then abruptly releases it? Nothing of the kind-there were no dents at any point, and the cocoon jumped no matter how I rolled it. It was also remarkable that from horizontal, slippery glass it jumped sideways.

I measured its trajectories: they were up to 35 cm long and up to 50 mm high, that is, the cocoon lifted itself up to a height 30 times its own width! Shall I leave this capsule without support? But how? With a piece of loose cotton wool! I loosen a piece of cotton wool by pulling it a little, place the cocoon on this "cloud", put it out in the sun and impatiently wait. If the cocoon's inhabitant jumps by hitting the lower wall, making the cocoon to bounce off its support, this time it won't work because the impact will be absorbed by the thin, paddy fibrils of the cotton wool. Theoretically, the cocoon shouldn't even move. But no: it takes off from its motionless pad-up and aside, as it did before.

I measure the broad jump: 42 mm, i. e. as before. The insect must have been hitting not the bottom, but the top part of the cocoon-at any rate, it must have been doing something that caused the capsule to move.

Frankly speaking, it is as I write these notes that I feel agitation; back then, in 1981, I found nothing supernatural in the jumps of my prisoner. This was because I knew that, according to physics, there are and there can be no unsupported movers. Otherwise I would have bred a couple of hundred of those insects-thankfully, they were quite common-and would have studied the phenomenon thoroughly.


Now let us fantasize a little: what if the batiplectes wanted to leave the Earth? An adult, winged insect would have no luck-our atmosphere is quite rarefied at the top, wings are no match for it. A larva in a cocoon is an entirely different matter. It could, in theory, after lifting its capsule 5 cm in a jump, take it up even further while in the air, then again and again...


And if the cocoon were airtight-I mean the air reserve for the pilot's breathing-then the device would be able to leave the atmosphere and would have no obstacles to a limitless build-up of speed. Such is the alluring, incredible value of unsupported movers, declared, alas, a product of empty fantasy. But even if you are no physicist, you still have a hard time imagining what a tiny larva does in there if its vessel soars 5 cm high. It simply can't be-and yet it jumps!


Physicists say that this is "beyond science" as it "contradicts the laws of nature." The only problem is that the Batiplectes anurus doesn't know it. The physicists' ban must also have been unknown to the leading, experienced biologists who honestly wrote the following on page 26 of the academic Register of Insects of European USSR (vol. III, pt. 3): "the cocoon jumps up as a result of abrupt movements of the larva inside the cocoon." In a word, it is a working-and tested-example of a safe, unsupported mover. I am giving it to you, my reader: invent, design, build, and Godspeed! But hurry!

Massive chemical warfare has been waged against the alfalfa pest snout-beetle (phitonomus). Humanity may actually win it. But the price may be too great: with the destruction of the Phitonomus varnabilis beetle, our planet's fauna may also lose the ichneumon Batiplectes anurus as it parasitizes only this kind of weevil and cannot survive without it.


Meanwhile, any proposals on using biological weapons against the pest-such as our very ichneumon and other insect predators are completely rejected by the bosses of Russian agriculture and agricultural science. I have been fighting them on this for years, but so far with little success.


However, one could understand those in charge too-how can one stop expensive chemical factories? And why do agrarian scientists care about some unsupported mover that doesn't allow alfalfa to be treated with poison? Hurry up, biologists, engineers, physicists! For if Chemistry wins, this Mystery-and with, a host of other Mysteries related to it-will leave people for ever. Without insects, people won't invent it themselves. Please trust me, an entomologist with 60-year experience.

At the end of my first book, A Million Riddles, published in Novosibirsk in 1968, there is a drawing that I am reproducing again: a man is flying over Novosibirsk's Academic City. He is flying a device based on a huge pair of insect wings.


At the time I dreamed of inventing such a machine. Strangely, the dream came true precisely because of my friendship with insects-yet not by blindly copying the most noticeable parts-for example wings that only make me smile now-but through careful study of living Nature.


Nothing would have been possible without my six-legged friends. No one would be able to do without them either. Thus safeguard their world, the ancient, wonderful world of Insect, for it is an infinite, unique treasure of Nature's mysteries! I beg you all, take care of it!



The Operational model of the TR-3B

SLIDE 79: Original Schematic TR-3B

The early information I gathered from interviewing my contacts and their closest friends who worked black programs resulted in the basic specifications of the TR-3B Flying Triangle.

I had this simple drawing by late 1990.



SLIDE 80: Belgian 4 Triangles.

On the night of March 30th 1990, a Captain of the Belgian National Police decided to pursue the reports coming in of Triangular shaped UFO. Two Radar installations, one a NATO defense group and the other a Belgian civilian and military radar, also verified the UFO.

Excellent atmospheric conditions prevailed, and there was no possibility of false echoes due to temperature inversions. At 5 AM in the morning, two dispatched F-16 fighters spotted the Triangle on their radar screens which had locked onto the target.

Six seconds later the object speeded up from an initial velocity of 280 kilometers per hour to 1800 kilometers per hour; at the same time descending from an altitude of 3,000 meters to 1,700 meters, then down to 200 meters, causing the F-16 radars to lose lock-on.

This maneuver happened all in a matter of 1 second. The 40 G acceleration of the Triangle was some 32 Gravitational forces higher than what a human pilot can stand.

Contrary to normal aeronautical expectations, no sonic boom was heard. This phenomenal game of hide and seek was observed by 20 National Policemen and hundreds of other witnesses, who all saw the Triangular vehicle and the F-16 fighters. The chase was repeated twice more during the next hour.

The Belgians have made all the information of this event public, unlike our government, which admits nothing and denies everything to do with UFOs, even when some of them are ours.

SLIDE 81: C-130 special Ops plane - front view

The original picture of the TR-3B was taken with a digital camera that was carried onto a black - special operations C-130. An Air Force Special Operations sergeant took the picture while the C-130 was flying mission support for the TR-3B.

I've seen this picture personally and have interviewed several people who worked on the program. I'm sure of my facts and specifications.

You can see for yourselves that from the Belgium pictures, the resulting Computer Composite of the European sightings, and my original schematic taken from interviews, that this is an accurate rendition of the TR-3.


SLIDE 82 & 83: Original TR-3B Prototype and SIDE View

From the Original digital picture of the TR-3B a computer graphic representation was made using 3D studio software. This picture hangs on the wall in the black vault at the Aurora Program Office. I'm not at liberty to divulge and further details about the digital picture except to say a friend took a great career risk taking it and showing it to me.

We have used these highly accurate computer graphic pictures of the Prototype and Operational models of the TR-3B to get further verification of their accuracy. You will not get a clearer picture of what the Flying Triangles are until one lands in a public domain and is captured by CNN or other news media.

SLIDE 84: TR-3B Operational View

Jerald said he would never forget the sight of the alien-looking TR-3B based at Papoose. The pitch black, triangular shaped TR-3B was rarely mentioned--and then, only in hushed whispers - at the Groom Lake facility where he worked. The craft had flown over the Groom Lake runway, in complete silence, and magically stopped above Area S-4.

It hovered silently in the same position, for some 10 minutes, before gently settling vertically to the tarmac. At times a corona of silver blue light glowed around the circumference of the massive TR-3B.

The operational model is 600 feet across.

SLIDE 85: TR-3B Original PROTOTYPE // Black Background.

The 200 feet Prototype & the 600 feet Operational TR-3Bs are Code named Astra. The tactical reconnaissance TR-3B first operational flight was in the early 90s.

The TR-3A Manta is a subsonic reconnaissance vehicle shaped like a bat wing and is in no way related to the TR-3B. The nomenclature for the TR-3B is unconventional and was named thus to confuse those who track black budgets and rumors that got out would be confusing as most in the aerospace industry would thing there MUST be a relationship between the TR-3A and the TR-3B, which there is none.

The triangular shaped nuclear powered TR-3B aerospace platform was developed under the Top Secret, Aurora Program with SDI and black budget monies.

Top Secret Plane - The Aurora


At least 3 of the billion dollar plus TR-3Bs were flying by 1994.

The Aurora is the most classified aerospace development program in existence. The TR-3B is the most exotic vehicle created by the Aurora Program. It is funded and operationally tasked by the National Reconnaissance Office, the NSA, and the CIA. The TR-3B flying triangle is not fiction and was built with technology available in the mid 80s and uses more reversed alien technology than any vehicle ever before.

Not every UFO spotted is one of theirs.

SLIDE 86: TR-3B Original PROTOTYPE Angle view

The TR-3B vehicle's outer coating is electro-chemical reactive and changes with electrical RF Radar stimulation and can change reflectiveness, radar absorptiveness, and color. This is also the first US vehicle to use quasi-crystals in the vehicle's skin.

This polymer skin, when used in conjunction with the TR-3Bs Electronic Counter Measures and, ECCM, can make the vehicle look like a small aircraft, or a flying cylinder - or even trick radar receivers into falsely detecting a variety of aircraft, no aircraft, or several aircraft at various locations. Some unclassified research under the heading of ?electro-chromatic? can be found on these stealth coatings.

A couple in Ohio spotted the Triangle in early 95. He first spotted an orange ball of light and then a triangle shape with three bright spots at each corner.

As it moved slowly southward they were awestruck by the enormous size. "The damn thing is real," he exclaimed to his wife. "It's the flying triangle."

The man said it was the size of 2 football fields, which would make it 200 yards or 600 feet across. The same as the operational version of the TR-3B.

SLIDE 87: TR-3B Schematic diagram with top bottom and side views

From the collection of pictures, analysis, and further refinement, we now have a better schematic layout, of the Top Secret USAF Flying Triangle that has been seen by thousands, that our Department of Defense and Government says doesn't exist.

A circular, plasma filled accelerator ring called the Magnetic Field Disrupter, surrounds the rotable crew compartment and is far ahead of any imaginable technology.

Sandia and Livermore laboratories developed the reverse engineered MFD technology. The government will go to any lengths to protect this technology. The plasma, mercury based, is pressurized at 250,000 atmospheres at a temperature of 150 degrees Kelvin, and accelerated to 50,000 rpm to create a super-conductive plasma with the resulting gravity disruption.

The MFD generates a magnetic vortex field, which disrupts or neutralizes the effects of gravity on mass within proximity, by 89 percent. Do not misunderstand. This is NOT antigravity. Anti-gravity provides a repulsive force that can be used for propulsion.

The MFD creates a disruption of the Earth's gravitational field upon the mass within the circular accelerator.

The mass of the circular accelerator and all mass within the accelerator, such as the crew capsule, avionics, MFD systems, fuels, crew environmental systems, and the nuclear reactor, are reduced by 89%.

A side note to the Magnetic Field Disruptor development; one source who worked at GD Convair Division in the mid 60s described a mercury based plasma that was cooled to super-conductive temperatures rotated at 45 thousand revolutions per minute and pressurized at thousands of atmospheres.


This would be considered state-of-the-art technology even by today's standards, some 30 years after he worked this project. He related that the project achieved its objective. Instruments and test objects within the center of the accelerator showed a 50 percent loss of weight, attributed to a reduction in the gravitational field. He had worked on MFD as far back as 1965 and was told by a senior scientist that the research had been going on for a decade. See: Convair, notes from Gravitics research and Gravity Rand article.

The current MFD in the TR-3B causes the effect of making the vehicle extremely light, and able to outperform and outmaneuver any craft yet constructed - except, of course, those UFOs we did not build.

The TR-3B is a high altitude, stealth, reconnaissance platform with an indefinite loiter time. Once you get it up there at speed, it doesn't take much propulsion to maintain altitude.

At Groom Lake their have been whispered rumors of a new element that acts as a catalyst to the plasma.

Recently NASA and the Russians have admitted breakthroughs in technology that would use a plasma shield for exotic aerospace vehicles. If you know anything about the history of classified black programs, you know that by the time NASA starts researching something, it's either proven or old technology. They are the poor step children when it comes to research and development technology and funding.

With the vehicle mass reduced by 89% the craft can travel at Mach 9, vertically or horizontally. My sources say the performance is limited only the stresses that the human pilots can endure. Which is a lot, really, considering along with the 89% reduction in mass, the G forces are also reduced by 89%.

SLIDE 88: TR-3B Operational Model // Black Background.

The crew of the TR-3B should be able to comfortable take up to 40Gs. The same flight characteristics described in the Belgium sightings and many other sightings. Reduced by 89%, the occupants would feel about 4.2 Gs.

The TR-3Bs propulsion is provided by 3 multimode thrusters mounted at each bottom corner of the triangular platform. The TR-3 is a sub-Mach 9 vehicle until it reaches altitudes above l20,000 feet - then who knows how fast it can go!

The 3 multimode rocket engines mounted under each corner of the craft use hydrogen or methane and oxygen as a propellant.

In a liquid oxygen/hydrogen rocket system, 85% of the propellant mass is oxygen. The nuclear thermal rocket engine uses a hydrogen propellant, augmented with oxygen for additional thrust.

The reactor heats the liquid hydrogen and injects liquid oxygen in the supersonic nozzle, so that the hydrogen burns concurrently in the liquid oxygen afterburner.

SLIDE 89: TR-3B Operational Version

The multimode propulsion system can operate in the atmosphere, with thrust provided by the nuclear reactor, in the upper atmosphere, with hydrogen propulsion, and in orbit, with the combined hydrogen\ oxygen propulsion.

What you have to remember is that the 3 multi-mode rocket engines only have to propel 11 percent of the mass of the Top Secret TR-3B. The engines are reportedly built by Rockwell.

SLIDE 90: TR-3B Original

From the evolution of exotic materials, advanced avionics, and newer propulsion engines the stealth aircraft were born. Leaps in technology have been obtained with reverse engineering of Alien Artifacts as described in the newly released MJ-12 Revised Charter, signed during the Reagan administration.

According to Jerald's account, the technology developed at Papoose far exceeded any known within the world scientific community. Jerald was in his late 50s when I first met him in LV. He had actually spoken to scientists who analyzed the Roswell vehicle and technology--technology that we can assuredly assume was developed from reverse engineering of recovered alien artifacts.

The control of all Alien Artifacts--the research, the reverse engineering, and analysis of the extraterrestrial biological entities (EBEs) --was transferred to the super-secret laboratory, called the Defense Advanced Research Center or DARC, in Area S-4.

SLIDE 91: TR-3B 600 feet wide Operational Model

Many sightings of triangular UFOs are not alien vehicles but the top secret TR-3B. The NSA, NRO, CIA, and USAF have been playing a shell game with aircraft nomenclature.

Creating the TR-3, modified to the TR-3A, the TR-3B, and the Teir 2, 3, and 4, with suffixes like Plus or Minus added on to confuse further the fact that each of these designators is a different aircraft, and not the same aerospace vehicle.

A TR-3B is as different from a TR-3A as a banana is from a grape. Some of these vehicles are manned and others are unmanned.

SLIDE 92: Strange picture of aircraft with pilot's head in open.

Before Jerald died, we had a long conversation. He was sure he had documentation that would prove the existence of the MJ-12 committee and our using crashed alien vehicles to reverse engineer their technology. I told him that I did not want any classified documents in my possession. I never found out what happened to them.

I also believe the recently deceased Colonel Corso, who discloses the governments involvement with alien technology, was a honest and honorable man. I believe he was on the inside of administering alien artifact protocol for the Army, and he might have embellished the depth of his involvement.

SLIDE 93: Alien Rapture.

I don't have time to go into the TWO unique MJ-12 documents that I acquired. They are included in Alien Rapture and excerpted on

The Characters in Alien Rapture are fictional, but the facts of the Covert Government Agenda to suppress Alien Artifacts, the Reverse Engineering of Alien Technology, and the Details of Black Programs are absolutely true.

SLIDE 94: Earth pictured with TR-3B and worm-hole

Part of our agreement was that every one of my close five friends would get a chance to look at the manuscript before I sent it to any Literary Agents.

Dale discussed the Alien Rapture manuscript with his father, who worked high up in the NSA for over 20 years. His father asked him how much he trusted me, and Dale told him - COMPLETELY.

Dale's father provided him with two MJ-12 documents, and told him to retype them, and send them to me with the understanding that I would not ever reveal the source of them.

The documents that Dale retyped had most the names and dates blacked out. This is how I received these documents, and I was so naive that I didn't even know what the history of the MJ-12 documents were.

From as far back as the Vietnam Conflict, I knew Dale and that he was as close to his father as a son can get. I do not feel that his father used him for distributing disinformation. Whether his father was duped, I have no idea. From my personal opinion, I believe the MJ-12 committee was real, and still exists in some form.

The ROSWELL AUTOPSY and the Reagan MJ-12 Charter (Revised) are both in 'Alien Rapture.' The significance is that we copyrighted these two documents before 1994 in order to prove when, time-wise, we had this information. This was THREE YEARS before Colonel Corso's "The Day After Roswell" manuscript was complete and a year before the 'Alien Autopsy' (Remade for Disinformation) was shown. Items described by Corso and seen in the 'Alien Autopsy' (except for the six fingered alien) are detailed in the Roswell Autopsy Report in 'Alien Rapture.' The removable lens is one example, the 'geo' organ is another, and dozens of other examples never before published.

But, like so much in the field of Alien Artifacts and UFOs, the myriad disinformation campaigns by the DoD, CIA, FBI, NSA, and other agencies completely eliminates the possibility of finding out the truth through normal investigation.

When you look around the Internet you see some intriguing physics ideas and research going on, like Quasi-crystals for example.

From Herbert's book outlining loopholes in physics that suggest that faster than light travel may be possible, to Puthoff's theory suggesting that gravity is a consequential effect of the vacuum electromagnetic zero point fluctuations, to Podkletnov and Neiminen's report of superconductor experiments with anomalous evidence of a possible gravity shielding effect. It's hard to keep up with all the advances in science and technology.

I believe I have presented a refreshing NEW look at the covert agenda by talking to those who would never normally have come forward and presenting their case in the form of a story filled with many new facts.

Alien Rapture is written as a fiction story, with characters on a quest, to uncover the truth, much like the one my five friends and I started out on.

I've just barely scratched the surface of the details and facts presented in Alien Rapture.


Physics update Oct 2010: Gravity IS Love- Physics Updated :

reprinted here - major update to this article on biologic gravity making: - from Aug 05 :

Implosion Group friends: Please contact WIKIPEDIA - and announce your disgust- with their arrogance: (they removed our correction) In their DEFINITION OF GRAVITY - we replaced the embarassing - horrific ignorance of their sentence:"While a great deal is known about the properties of gravity, the ultimate cause of the gravitational force remains an open question."

With something that was at least useful - for getting us out of our gravity hole: ( Dan Winter's definition of Gravity)-

Gravity is a force of attraction between massive particles in proportion to their mass. Weight is determined by the mass of an object and its location in a gravitational field. The ultimate cause of the gravitational force is the symmetry of self-similarity which invites non-destructive compression. That Golden Ratio optimized fractality provides a path for charge compression to be turned in to acceleration (gravity). This is probably because the phase velocity of the constructively interfering charge waves ADD and MULTIPLY perfectly in Golden Ratio - producing acceleration out of compression. Perfect (non-destructive) compression creates gravity from charge (Einstein) - we now know only fractality is perfect compression. It is strongly hypothesized that the primary Poincare symmetry Einstein used to describe gravity is essentially Dodeca / Icosa - which is an in"phi"knit Golden Ratio stellation (ref: [1] ) and ref: [2]

It is also strongly hypothesized that this predicts why recent measures have shown DNA producing gravity like black holes. ref: [3] This is because the Golden Ratio based symmetry of DNA makes it a gravity producing device. This should allow us to describe better the role of biology in fabricating stable (gravity for) atmosphere maintenance and star systems. For electrical measures of how DNA is apparently fired (charge compressed/braided) by BLISS to its gravity making destiny - ref: [4]

The electrical similarity of gravity to love itself thus becomes evident in electrical measures of Golden Ratio as PERFECT EMBEDDING - in nature and human emotion. ref: [5] and ref: [6]

Until now General relativity was the most successful theory of gravitation. It postulated that mass and energy curve spacetime, resulting in the phenomenon known as gravity. We now know that space and time are only defined by the rotation of charge (just like mass is a name for the inertia stored when charge rotates and compresses successfully) and both must be fractal to compress and radiate charge well in order to self organize / become 'conscious'. The only sustainable curvature of space and time therefore is hydrodynamics perfected translation of vorticity (path from line / energy to circle / mass making) defined by the GOLDEN MEAN SPIRAL. Example of time emerging from chaos into this self organization (Golden Spiral in time)- book "Spiral Calendar" by Carolan.
On 30 Jul, Dan Winter wrote:>> I just redefined gravity at wikipedia,wonder how long this will last...
Dr Arkadiusz Jadczyk, , responded: "Probably not long as there are many experts on gravity, some even knighted (or equivalent - see footnote 1), and they are not always in agreement. Footnote1: Best, ark

In our last newsletter , our physicist critic - author of conic vortex theory of gravity ( Dr. Douglas White - OBSERVER PHYSICS ) concludes:"My fundamental theory of gravity is that it is the reflection of a desire to be close to someone or something. It is a reflection of LOVE. Ultimately it is the recollection of and innate desire to return to the primordial state of UNITY. Ultimate self similarity becomes self identity. People are held to the earth, not by gravity, but by their original desire to come be here, to be close and intimate with GAIA. At a deeper level people feel an ¡§involuntary¡¨physical attraction to what they formerly separated from, a long-lost aspect of self. ....(exerpted)

That the Self Similar Golden Ratio is an essential component of gravity is a natural implication of OBSERVER PHYSICS theory. I arrive at the FRACTAL PHI SPIRAL as the most logical mathematical description of the way electrons emit and absorb photons (OBSERVER PHYSICS, 11.35-39 et al.) The electron is nothing but a channel for photons PHI-coiling in and out of a Planck-scale quasi-singularity. Protons and neutrons are elaborate quark/neutrino bubbles to insulate positrons from electrons. Gravity is only associated with varying densities of mass-energy -- that is various particles, of which the most stable are electrons and protons (puffed up positrons). Thus all gravitational effects are ultimately symptoms of EM effects. (If you feel a gravitational tug, go to the center of that influence and you will find MASS with lots of wonderful intense EM effects.) The fractal relationship is visible when you compare Newton's gravity force equation (Fg) with Coulomb's electric force equation (Fe) ."

In this spirit of GRAVITY as the EMBEDDING (perfect nesting) called LOVE, and the perfect COMPRESSION (fusion) which heals the innate desire for UNITY and ONENESS..
- we present:

(starting with) Frederic J. Bell's note: >Dear Dan, You recently wrote:"Dr. White is suggesting I take a more diplomatic tone in addressing current scientific thinkers. He may be right. However I absolutely insist that as long as conventional biology and physics HAS NO CLUE ABOUT THE ROLE OF EVOLVING DNA IN THE FABRICATION OF GRAVITY (coherent charge compression) - that this physics which now rules our planet is HOPELESSLY STUPID and QUICKLY THREATENING THE SURVIVAL OF THIS WHOLE GENEPOOL - because of their ugly arrogance."
Frederick said: "And with all due respect, it appears to me at least, that this ignorance and arrogance will continue until you do something about it!
I would like to make a postive suggestion then. I recently became aware of and endevoured to make entries of my own on subjects that interest me. I made the entry on sacred gemotry at After some edits by others, I'm happy to report, that my entry remains!
I am currently working on a new entry one for ORME's. (It's not up yet) - I submit that It is no EASY FEAT to reduce the mix of internalized understanding and internet-backed info into categorical and literal terms that can be absorbed and understood by ordinary people. >And therein lies the challange: I would like to challenge you then, perhaps to add to the wikipedia entry for 'gravity' while conforming to the style, policies and guidelines of wikipedia!
>Perhaps some additions to my page on sacred geometry will follow thereafter? :-)This would do everyone a great service and make your discoveries and inventions accesible to us lessor folk.
>Best wishes as always, Freddie
(to which) Dan Winter answered: Definition of gravity ( why do objects fall to the ground?): That attraction to center for charge and therefore mass, caused by the self similarity which allows compression to be turned in to acceleration (gravity). Because valence electron shells nest in the same essentially platonic symmetries as in the arrangement of protons and neutrons. And because the majority of this self similarity is specifically the stellation symmetry of dodeca / icosa: the resultant Golden Ratio based self similarity - allows both wave length and wave velocity to add and multiply CONSTRUCTIVELY. The resultant non-destructive compression - translates the phase velocity of the nesting charge waves thru the speed of light. This suction for charge thru the speed of light is called gravity. So like in an atom - the amount of gravity (non destructive collapse for charge) created by any system is proportional to the amount of self-similarity of the periphery to the core. (Fractality=perfect compression - therefore gravity). Biology is designed to make gravity (as DNA does). All living things are based on that same self-similarity which enables perfected compression - creating the efficient charge distribution (unpacking) we call conscious or life. This is why DNA, phylotaxis, and every living protein is based on Golden Ratio based pent symmetry.

articles: , , Measuring charge self similarity in biology: ,

Let us examine one possible origin of the term gravity. Using a simple dissection of the 'symmetry elements' we get: 'a "G" ray of Vita'. (See the "G" pic below) - Let us define a G ray from the shape of G - - in the syle of "Hebraic Tongue Restored": true syntax is always a lexicon of SHAPE alone - since physics is nothing except pure symmetry operation - once you unify the field in your mind.
A "G" ray (of vita) is a ray (of light or charge) which perfectly connects the circle to the line. In hydrodynamics physics this would be the definition of the golden mean spiral: a perfect "translation of vorticity". This means this is the perfect way to 'translate' rotational momentum (the inertia which became physics only definition of MASS) - to linear motion (which apparently defines energy in physics). So - it seems physics already agrees that since the golden mean spiral is the best way to get hydrodynamics wave motion from a circle to a line - THEREFORE - it is the perfect way to get MASS to ENERGY. This fits well other physicists conclusions:

(the following rom and Alex Kaivarainen , e-mail:") - "Our dynamic duality model elucidates the quantum background of non-locality, principle of least action and Golden mean, unifies the quantum and relativist theories. Tending of open systems to conditions of Golden mean is supposed to be a driving force of their self-organization."

more from Dan Winter: "This is thus the ONLY solution to the infinite non-destructive compression Einstein predicted was the connection between charge / electromagnetism and gravity. I believe that the REASON the Golden Mean recursive wave ratio cascade is THE SOLE SOLUTION to COMPRESSION and "NON-LOCALITY" (true multiple-connected topologies)- is the coherent acceleration of phase velocities thru speed of light. True FUSION is only possible when waves nest in Golden Mean Ratio. Einstein while noting that acceleration was identical to gravity failed to note that recursive compression was identical to acceleration! (wave lengths and wave phase velocities both add and multiple in Golden Ratio)."

New Link Added: Golden Ratio derived in Physics from Plank: Golden Ratio in the Hierarchy of Time - by John Deutsch

Visual Tour of Golden Mean Unified Field Physics Model (from Dan Winter): PREDICTIONS FOR A NEW PHYSICS OF GRAVITY & AWARENESS BASED ON RECURSION

Russian Physicists explain: "the hologram of human memory is situated in the vacuum field and exists in the space after the human death" (DW notes: compare this to the electrical measurement of the spirit / ghost / soul energy field after death: )

and further from Russian physics source: (re: Grebbenikov gravity making using biology-) The conclusion of these articles was to make an association with the "golden section" ...The resonance character of interaction supposes the multiplicity of lengths of the waves and frequencies, which are determined by the geometric sizes of the interacting structures. Hence, the importance of the geometric proportions appears, i.e. "golden section". That is why the appearance of the "golden section" in nature is not accidental, because the basis of it lies in the de Broglie waves. ... see below --

update Aug 05- to our Gravity Politics newsletter - about Russian Professor Grebennikov - making gravity thust using biologic skeletons- the Cavity Structural Effect - ( Implosive Capacitance in Biology - a practical example of gravity making) - this update taken from:

Professor Zolotariov V.F. gave this article to me in 1992 together with the other unpublished materials on studying and development in this direction. The article is devoted to the discovery by V.S. Grebennikov and V.F. Zolotariov "Phenomenon of the interaction of many-cavity structures with the living systems",
(Dan Winter adds here: the recursive self similar nature of the CAPACITANCE of these cavity structures is a critical clue to gravity production.)
Russian priority reference on the discovery #32-OT- 11170 from 3.09.1985. Works by V.S. Grebennikov are examined in details on the site
This effect is an example of the interaction between de Broglie waves and biological systems. In the opinion of Professor Zolotariov, the group movement of the electrons in the solid body generates de Broglie waves. Cavities within the body become resonators to the de Broglie waves, and hence, source of standing de Broglie waves.
The field is produced by the cavities situated in space rhythmically that lead to a resonance reinforcement of the effect (Editorís note: in this case we mean not a rhythm in the time, but a rhythm in the space, in a similar case they say, that the architecture is a frozen music)
"As a result, the energies of a different character appear, for example from an array of paper tubes, bees honeycombs and so on. The organism reacts to the different energies with the result that changes in physiologic condition can occur." (V.S. Grebennikov, "Pchelovodstvo" #12, 1984, p. 28).
Professor Zolotariov supposes that since only related nature categories can interact with themselves, so the origin of physical mechanism of nervous impulses has a common nature with de Broglie material waves. It may be presumed that these waves are the longitudinal waves.
Technical realization of the effect can be made possible by various methods. "The walls of many-cavity structures are usually considered as the boundaries of the potential electronís box. This is generally true for dielectrics as well as metals. The group movement of electrons leads to a system of standing de Broglie waves in the potential space, which have classic frequencies (B.N. Rodimov, Autofluctuational quantum mechanics, Tomsk, TGU, 1976).
The classic frequencies are - f classic = n h/4 m L , 2 (note the equation formatting is not original here - refer to the pdf)
Calculation of the Effect of Many-Cavity Structures (Cell Structures)
Comments on Professor Zolotariovís article by Alexander V. Frolov
and quantum frequencies are following:
f quantum= n f classic [2] , where n is an integer number, L is the size of potential hole in centimeters, m is the effective mass of the electron".
Further, Professor Zolotariov writes that the length of the standing wave is more than double L, the size of the potential hole. An example of the calculation: for n=1 and L=1cm, the frequency f will be approximately equal to 2 Hz. This is near the frequencies of consequence for the central nervous system impulses, i.e. it is dangerous for health. That is why work should be done with constructive parameters that will not affect the organism.
Application of the effect for new kind telecommunication systems is possible because of its unique property since the effect cannot be screened!
(DW adds here: - capacitive implosion acccelerating charge waves thru C- is not shielded by conventional means. - how else would DNA communicate. This is why for example Hartmut Mueller's Global Scaling group got so excited about replacing microwave cell phones- minor detail of course - this technology can be even MORE hazardous than microwave - see below - it can interfere with biology and DNA directly! - "It's not NICE to fool Mother Nature" - and it's even LESS NICE to pretend to be nature without obeying her law: Imitate Perfect Embedding - and you MUST be a PERFECTLY SHAREABLE WAVE - 'hint' look up pure intention in your physics book - and failing to find it there among the sheeple, study the measurement of PERFECT COHERENCE - being itself Fractal)

-Power Output can be More than Power Input
Patent of 1877 by Pavel N. Yablotchkov, by Alexander V. Frolov. Pavel N. Yablotchkov was born in 1847 near Saratov, Russia. He graduated as a Military Engineer in 1866
and spent several years in the Russian Army.
"Since the effect of cavity structures propagates passively through the quantum fields in the conjugate world (vacuum), then we should not observe a screening of the Cavity Structural Effect (CSE). This was checked in experiments with iron sheets, clothe, plastics, cardboard, wood, brick walls. According to our theoretical conclusions we could not find any
." (text by Professor Zolotariov).
Further, Professor Zolotariov gives a calculation formula for location of the wave maximums. "The regularity of location of de Broglie wave maximums on the distance D from the tube structure shall be calculated with the formula: D = 2L (N+1) 2 K , where N,K=0,1,2 L is the circumference length of the tube, N is the harmonic number of the standing de Broglie waves, K is the number of maximum".(note the equation formatting is not original here - refer to the pdf)
The conclusion of these articles was to make an association with the "golden section" and the effect studied: "the hologram of human memory is situated in the vacuum field and exists in the space after the human death" (Maneev A.K., Movement, contradiction, development. Minsk, "Technique and Science", 1982).
All this brings us to the thought that the organism interacts with the de Broglie waves going through it.
The resonance character of interaction supposes the multiplicity of lengths of the waves and frequencies, which are determined by the geometric sizes of the interacting structures. Hence, the importance of the geometric proportions appears, i.e. "golden section". That is why the appearance of the "golden section" in nature is not accidental, because the basis of it lies in the de Broglie waves. In practice, it should be recommended to all inventors of the CSE-effect systems.

from Dan Winter - previously published- The relationship of gravity to love.

If you can "grok" or understand any of the enclosed image/materials, you may come to agree that the issue "resolves" to: how is the energy of in-FORM-ation sent between worlds of different scales. As for example the energy of feeling as it emerges emotionally in the long sonic waves of the heart sending love (cf spectrograms), somehow penetrates to the smaller world of the cell.... and the larger world of the Earth. In the case of the cell, the movement of energy is undeniable since no one reasonably can argue that emotion doesn't effect health. In the case of the Earth, bioacoustic habitat theory suggests that the same sonic waves from animals CREATE the coherence of the tapestry of the coherent sound blanket that IS the skin of the forest/ the Earth. The forest, or we could say, the skin of the Earth, can know its own/make self-not-self decisions, when it's skin is (sonically.. emotionally?) coherent.

The sense in which gravity is a wave mechanical description of this inform/ field motion between worlds or scales or wave lengths, is indicated by its very name. The -ray-vita. As a wave goes from short to long (cell to heart), it is engaged in a translation of vorticity (turning and turning till it comes round..).

Specifically, since the universe is wave motion, this in it's extreme expression is changing a wave in a circle (short wave length), to wave in a LINE (the shape of the wave of the longest circular length). This is what is meant by the circle turning into the line in the letter


So what gravity is literally is the g-ray-of vita (life). Energy moving in circles hs been conveniently lebeled by physics as "matter". Nothing else "matters", because only circles store pattern/memory. Translating that turn into the line.. sending info between worlds (or between friends), is literally and exactly ONLY possible without losing pattern along the way, by using the geometry of

This path of sharing, idealized ratio/relationship, is both an arithmetic (linear), and geometric (space filling/turning) path. (The golden mean .618, 1.0, 1.618.., 2.618.... is the only way for waves met passing in the night to beat-heterodyne- in complete harmony).

This Golden Mean Ratio emerged as the harmonic series of the lowest frequency sounds signature coming from the heart at the moment of love. Hence we call it lo-phi. (Phi=Golden Mean), or love for short.

The ability of feeling/emotion to be heavy or light, lifted or fallen, derives directly and physically from this principle. The palpable field of emotion in the room containing the families high points and low points, would be denied by few. It's time we had the physics to describe the field of emotion. Sentics (cf enclosures) went a long way in this direction by describing the archetype as musical wave ratio of emotion.

Now that you are about to connect feeling to gravity, you may well unlock one of the greatest mysteries of the relationship between worlds. Gurdjieff said our feelings were food for the Earth. A similar reciprocal maintenance exists between planets, as they massage the envelopes of gravity wave ratios by their geometry called mass. The result is a bloodstream of feeling experienced erotically by planetary bodies, a rich substrate for the field we know superficially under the term astrology.

with thanks to Ray Price for inspiration about G-ray-vita..




Making our Magnetic Fields and Earth Grid Fractal to Our Gravitational "Neighborhood" Will Not Only Stabilize Tectonics, It Will Nourish the Evolution of Consciousness Itself!

OUR Civilization stands much to gain by developing a wave model predicting how our electromagnetic grid affects our gravity field stability. Additionally, energy source devices such as the POD MOD, Neuman, Trombley devices tap the gravity grid directly as civilization changing energy sources. Consciousness/recursion evolves potently only when our relationship to the recursive field effect we call gravity is understood and optimized. We must understand how our gravity grid's stability is limited by how fractal we make our magnetic grid, in order then to use this knowledge to optimize the way in which conscious/self-awareness evolves. (A Recursive-nest.)

In certain ways, I have humbly tried to address these issues in the second article in our new catalog: Gravity as Fractal. I would much appreciate dialog/conversation/info swap to evolve the clarity of this notion. The idea of the scalar wave as a caddeuceus braid of magnetic vs. electric wave fronts braided self-cancelling into each other to produce magnetic monopole (which Einstein knew was gravity's doorway), ONLY works when the 3 dimensional array of those wave fronts IS fractal.

Our research on the harmonic content of the heart EKG, when loving compassion is achieved, suggests an important connection to the "Zero Point" energy. I'd like to suggest a specific mechanism which permits the harmonic series in the EKG spectra to access the "Zero Point Energy" (reference literature by Henry Moray, and Moray King). Specifically this mechanism is fractality.

Our wave model of emotion predicted that we would find coherence in the EKG during loving. We did. Our wave model predicted we would find increased braiding in DNA during EKG coherence. We did. Our wave model predicted that when the heart became a "sonic laser" we could measure phase lock between the heart and major biomagnetics in the environment (example: a tree). We did. We have even measured the EKG phase lock or entrainment which occurs between people specifically at the moment they hold hands!

3D wave modeling clearly indicates that fractality is the specific mechanism which creates center of gravity as well as self-awareness in a waveform. The lo-frequency phi pent array (dodeca nest) permits/optimizes the densest possible recursion/fractality/self-embeddedness in 3D. Hence the Immune identity in the electrical waveforms around the heart must therefore arise when the geometry of focus called emotion learns to create fractal nesting among many incident pressures. The resultant self-embeddedness permits the "context-richness" in harmonic series accounting for what has been called "multiply connectedness" in holography. This must also describe the information physics for the onset of intuition.

In summary, our wave model must therefore predict several important and testable principles, all having to do with understanding how to describe and measure fractality/recursion/self-similarity/self-embeddedness.

1. That the gravitational force, and mass of an object is specifically proportionate to it's fractality as a waveform. For example, the amount of self-similarity or fractality between an electron shell wave series and its nucleus should MEASURE it's mass! This would also account for the approximate 1.4 ounce weight loss in the body at death. Consciousness is recursion. Symmetry loss = Loss of Recursion = Loss of self-awareness = Loss of Fractality = Loss of Mass!

2. That the leverage the heart gains on matter (and the immune system) is proportionate to its achieving fractally as a waveform/harmonic series. Teach fractality with feedback, and you teach immune health.

3. Properly quantizing fractality/self-embeddedness, will enable us to better teach it with feedback and other modalities. This will require properly modeling the multiple spin geometries made possible by toroidal fields of the wavelengths found in the EKG (AND non-linear energy device) power spectra. Idealizing these in multiple axes of spin will always result in the Golden-Mean dodeca nest. This possibility of inclusivity of foldedness is the topological image through which radiates human love.

Thus, the hearts access to the hyperbolic spin/information densities of the "Zero-Point" energy is specifically derived from its whip cracking harmonic series, translating vorticity contiguously up the caddeuceus harmonic scale. Notice the harmonic content in the EKG cascade going hyperbolic right at the approach to 0 hz. Only the completed fractal of this cascade means spin can reach out from the still point, without interference.

The challenge facing the human gene pool to information embed itself in its galactic ecosystem

is directly related to understanding how fractality works.