Welcome to the Phoenix Foundation

Many of you have probably at one time or another watched MacGyver,
the popular TV series (no longer in production) about the guy who works
for the Phoenix Foundation.

There is a real Phoenix Foundation, incorporated in 1981. I've been
told by a reliable source (who has been an actor on the series) that
the show was inspired by a copy of a newsletter, The Omega Report, that
is produced by the real Phoenix Foundation.

The television show paralleled many of our real-world projects: UFOs,
power lines, espionage and politics.

I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you a little bit about the
Phoenix Foundation and invite you to join as a member. We will also be
uploading the texts of our newsletter, The Omega Report, to various
CompuServe Libraries.

We are, to my knowledge, the only non-profit institute in America (at
least) that is dedicated to the study of Extremely Low Frequency (ELF)
energy. ELF affects every one of us every day. Our brains operate on
the ELF frequency band (0-3000 hertz). So do the brains of every living
creature on earth. Even the earth itself oscillates at an ELF
frequency.

I have testified in federal court as an expert witness on power line
radiation. If any of you are concerned about high-voltage power lines
or substations near your home or office, or about their environmental
effects, you definitely need to know more about the Phoenix Foundation.

We have received calls and letters from around the country on this
growing problem (which a secret utility memo compares to the asbestos
crisis), and we would like to form an international network of
citizens, organizations and researchers interested in identifying the
risks and the causes, and in finding solutions that are fair and
equitable to all, including the utilities. In fact, we invite electric
utility participation.

The story of the Phoenix Foundation goes back beyond 1981. I
personally carried out a lot of the research since 1961, and founded
the Phoenix Foundation as a formal organization to further my own
personal research.

The Phoenix Foundation - just like MacGyver indicates - is involved
in many things: weapons research, paraphysics research,
extraterrestrial research, biophysics, psychotronics, electronics,
agriculture, journalism, AIDS research, conflict resolution,
spiritual/scientific research, environmental protection, space
research, and political history.

I was the author, in 1975, of "A Skeleton Key to the Gemstone Files",
available on CompuServe and must reading for anyone who wants to
understand how and why our society has deteriorated to the point it
has. The story BEHIND the Gemstone story is one of the most incredible
you will ever come across, and it can be thoroughly documented. As time
and finances permit, we will begin uploading thousands of pages of
documentation to substantiate the claims made in the Gemstone Files.
These files were the reason behind the famous Watergate burglaries.
Richard Nixon wanted to find out just how much we knew and who we had
shared this information with.

We (I) have investigated the assassinations of John and Robert
Kennedy since they happened. We hope to upload a series of exclusive
articles I wrote for a national magazine in the 1970s that carries the
JFK story farther than Oliver Stone ever dreamed. This information was
made available, upon request, to the Senate Select Committee on
Assassinations. It links Watergate to Dallas. This story also involves
mind control - something virtually unknown by the public that is again
interested in what happened November 22, 1963.

I have personally spent months in jail in Tennessee for trying to
bring this information to the public. My crime was publishing a
newspaper on Sunday. (More about this in future uploads). My home and
office were ransacked by sheriff's deputies, the CIA and the Ku Klux
Klan, working together. I was virtually imprisoned as a political
prisoner right here in America.

I have been urged over the years by hundreds of people to tell my
story, but that has been very difficult to do. It has cost me my
employability except in the most menial jobs. It cost me my family and
all that I owned (you can't pay your bills when you're behind bars).
Perhaps now is the right time, as America faces the most dangerous
period in her history. And perhaps CompuServe is the right forum, for I
can ill afford the cost of printing the thousands of newsletters or
magazines it would take to get this story out to the American people.

Unless we are halted in our efforts, we will begin uploading to you
the story behind Watergate and Iran-Contra, the real story about AIDS,
and much more. I've been there, in a unique position to witness history
in the making.

In 1961, at the age of 16, I was building spy satellites. (This is
documented in an accompanying upload - see OBSAT.TXT) Little did I know
then how a science fair project would so dramatically alter my life.
It was in 1961, in a tour of Boeing Aircraft-Wichita, that I first
discovered that the United States had recovered a crashed aircraft from
an extraterrestrial civilization and had bodies in deep freeze.

In 1963, I was involved in tornado research at the University of
Kansas, using the super-secret U-2 spy plane.

By 1964, I was working with the Cuban Student Directorate (Des Moines
branch), a CIA-funded group of Cuban exiles involved in clandestine
raids into Cuba to destroy sugar mills in an attempt to overthrow Fidel
Castro. It was years before I learned that I had actually been working
for the CIA and that this group had been involved in Kennedy's
assassination.

By 1966, I was a reporter for a daily newspaper (Pratt (KS) Daily
Tribune). At 19 I was the youngest departmental editor of a daily
newspaper anywhere in the US or Canada.

Two years later I was in Chicago, working as an investigative
reporter and national columnist for National Features Syndicate,
investigating the Kennedy assassination and working with a staff member
from the office of New Orleans DA Jim Garrison. It was there that I
stumbled across the story of how the US was using "behavioral
modification" (we know it as "mind control") to monitor and control
assassins such as Sirhan Sirhan and Jack Ruby.

While there I was savagely beaten by the Mafia - a warning to lay
off. I didn't lay off. I uncovered a Mafia-operated counterfeit
operation that was manufacturing "Longines-Wittnaur" watches by the
tens of thousands, undermining the legitimate company. By the time I
realized what I was involved in, it was too late. The Chicago Mob's hit
men made their move. One helluva story there!

That same year I was working (briefly) as a volunteer for Robert
Kennedy's presidential campaign. Then he was murdered. Within weeks, I
was Illinois State Chairman of Senator Eugene McCarthy's presidential
campaign (not to be confused with rabid anti- Communist Joe McCarthy).
I took on the Daley political machine in a courtcase that went all the
way to the U.S. Supreme Court (I won).

That case has been used as precedent by independent presidential
candidates ever since - both conservative and liberal. The story of how
both George Wallace and Richard Nixon campaigns tried to fund us to
destroy the Democratic Party is worth telling, as is the story of how
the movement was infiltrated and taken over by explosive SDS and
Weathermen radicals who wanted to dynamite the polling booths. How many
of these were federal "agents de provacateur" I'll never know, but I
publicly quit in disgust and outrage. Violence is not at all what
democracy is supposed to be about.

In 1969, with a Mafia contract out on me, I fled to Tennessee and
started publishing a small weekly newspaper in 1971 that landed me in
even more hot water. I discovered small towns are more dangerous than
the cities. They can keep a better eye on you, and destroy you much
more effectively.

My children were shot at as they played in the front yard. Friends
were offered money to put me in the hospital and shut me up. A deputy
sheriff was murdered one night when he tried to bring me a story he had
written about how corrupt the sheriff's department was, running a
burglary ring that covered several counties, and dealing drugs. When
all that failed, I was arrested and jailed for three months for having
my newspaper office open on Sunday. (That story made the papers,
television and even Editor & Publisher magazine).

When I got out of jail in 1975, I started writing my Modern People, a
Chicago news weekly (not to be confused with People Magazine). My
assignment: solve the Kennedy assassination. My undercover work for
Texas Senator Henry Gonzalez (who spearheaded the renewed JFK probe and
who later became committee chairman, only to quit after he himself was
the target of a Mafia contract) brought me even more problems after I
revealed it was Watergate burglar E. Howard Hunt who was in charge of
the secret CIA photo team across the street from the Cuban consulate in
Mexico City. That team produced the photos of Lee Harvey Oswald that
were not Oswald at all, but a CIA assassin. When it became obvious that
the Senate Committee had been infiltrated by the very people covering
up the assassination truth, both I and Gonzalez quit.

In April 1975, I completed "A Skeleton Key to the Gemstone Files" -
which is available for download on CompuServe. In May my home was
broken into and a copy of the manuscript was stolen, then later
published in the City of San Francisco Magazine.

The Williamson County Sheriff's Department placed me under heavy
surveillance. My neighbor, a redneck if there ever was one, was making
lists of the license numbers of every car that visited my house, and
turning them over to the sheriff. I was told by the Fairview police
chief (a friend) that "something is going on" and that it was out of
his jurisdiction. He had been told not to intervene. In exchange for
his "help", my neighbor was given carte blanche to go through the house
of my other neighbor, who had died, and take whatever he wanted. The
dead man's house sat vacant for months.

Not too long after that, Hustler magazine publisher Larry Flynt
(yeah, I know, he's a drugged out sleazeball), offered me $1 million
for what I had on the JFK murder. I sent him the Gemstone Files. Two
days after I discussed the story with his staff he was permanently
crippled by a would-be assassin. The story was rejected - then in
February 1979, Hustler published it - without paying for it - and even
misspelled the same words I had deliberately misspelled as protection.

I went to Charles Galbreath, former Tennessee Appellate Court Judge
and a friend of Flynt's. I wanted to know what was going on. Galbreath
wanted to sue. The story got even stranger at that point. Hustler
admitted they had receiced the story from me and offered a $2,000 out-
of-court settlement, which I rejected. (Maybe, in retrospect, I should
have accepted it).

Suddenly, Galbreath backed off, after saying Flynt was being
controlled by sinister powers.

At the same time this was going on, I was helping Richard Fann, a
former cop, in his campaign for the Fairview City Commission, and I
began publishing the Gemstone Files.

Within days, I was again arrested - on drug charges. I personally
watched from a creek (where I bathed) as Williamson County deputies
placed marijuana plants on my front porch - my front porch for
Chrissake. I heard one deputy say "I want the first shot at him." I hid
in the woods until dark, then tried to get away, but they had stolen
the keys to my car. I walked on foot for miles to a friend's house.
They nabbed me there. I was jailed, even though Judge Ann Franks told
them to release me on my own recognizance. Sheriff Fleming Williams
told the judge I had been released, when in fact, I had not, and was
being held incommunicado in the Williamson County Jail in Franklin. I
was alone in the world like I had never been alone before.

My landlady went to my house to discover "men in suits" going through
my files. She was told "if you want to keeep your family alive, you'll
get your butt back up the hill and forget you saw anything." She
didn't, but instead went to the sheriff's department, where she was
ignored. I wonder why. Years later, I found out who at least one these
men were - the Tennessee Grand Dragon of the Ku Klux Klan.

I was told I would never leave jail alive. They brought a humongous
deputy in (he must have weighed 400 pounds) and told me I would be shot
in the head trying to escape. They were going to take me for a ride. It
wouldn't be the first time this had happened in Williamson County.
Earlier an inmate, handcuffed behind his back, was shot in the back of
the head and killed when he "tried to escape."

I smuggled a letter out to the County Judge, Wilburn Kelley, whom I
had helped in his election. I also led a work strike by the inmates
when the deputies were stealing our food and taking it home, starving
us out. The letter was broadcast on the radio and Kelley visited the
jail; things improved for awhile.

I am alive today probably only by the grace of God and the compassion
of the Fairview police chief. I was taken to Fairview City Court to
face "check forgery" charges. I had signed my wife's name on a $5 check
for gas (she was at work and the gas tank was empty). She didn't
intiate any proceedings. The bank saw the signature was different and
the sheriff jumped at the possible charges. He flew into a rage when
the judge refused to force my wife to testify and the grand jury
refused to indict me. He swore he would take it over their heads to
insure I was put away for good.

The local charges were dismissed and when the sheriff's deputies
didn't show up to take me back to jail to face the "drug" charges, the
local police chief looked at me and said, "I'm not going to do their
dirty work for them. I don't care where the hell you go, just get out
of here." I fled to Nashville and stayed with a friend until my county
court date. When I showed up, they tried to arrest me for escape, but
Judge Franks said enough is enough. Stop right there. I was found
guilty, though, on the marijuana charge. I didn't stand a chance
against that. Sentence: time served.

As for Richard Fann, the cop running for office, he won with more
votes than anyone had ever received in Fairview history, and became
mayor.

My own life in shambles, I went to Nashville and waited tables while
I pursued the court case against Hustler, on my own, without an
attorney. I was doing alright, winning every motion, until a new lawyer
appeared on the scene to volunteer his help. He suggested I withdraw
the case from federal court and file it in state court, where a jury
would be more hostile to Flynt's values. Worst advice I ever took. Two
days later the lawyer vanished. I went to his house. It was bare. To
this day I have no idea whatever happened to him. Was he a plant to
sabotage the case? I don't know.

The Gemstone Files was widely published - but heavily censored - and
was made into a movie and a book by a CIA front corporation. Their
objective was to present it as fiction, so people would never again
regard it for what it was - FACT. The corporation that published it
was, in fact, a CIA proprietary airline like Air America. It was their
only venture into publishing. One of their agents tried to take credit
for the work.

At this point, I guess any person in their right mind would have
quit, just given up and said to hell with it. But then I guess I didn't
fit that description. I did tone it down (I had a family to support). I
held several nondescript jobs: typesetter, warehouse manager, retail
store manager).

In 1980, I served as Davidson County Co-Chairman of the John Anderson
presidential campaign. The campaign was infiltrated by Republican dirty
tricksters. When Anderson's daughter came to town, one of those
tricksters, who was posing as a doctor, was assigned as her driver. He
eluded the Secret Service and drove Eleanora around trying to get her
to do drugs. The Secret Service was in a panic when they couldn't find
her. I can imagine what kind of front-page scandal that would have
made. This is the first time anywhere that incident has been revealed.

It was during this same year that the Iran-Contra scandal began.
Reagan's people approached Anderson with information that Carter was
involved in some secret arms deal for the hostages. It was pure
bullshit! More dirt tricks.

In 1981, I founded the Phoenix Foundation and set up The Omega
Report, a computer-run bulletin board service. When I once again
started publishing the Gemstone Files, I was visited at work by an
individual who worked (and still does) at a top-secret communications
facility just across the street from where I lived.

This communications facility is on a hill that gives it an
unobstructed view of Nashville. It has high-powered surveillance
cameras on the tower. In fact, at a public meeting in front of some 500
people, I asked the head of the Tennessee Emergency Management Agency
about those cameras. He bragged they could read license plates at a
shopping center several miles away. My next action was a letter to
Mayor (and former Congressman) Richard Fulton asking why these cameras
were pointing into people's bedrooms (including my own) and on whose
authority. I would go out in the yard and the cameras would move,
following my direction.

The individual who showed up at work told me there was a thick file
on me making the rounds of the facility and that I had better be very
careful. I had pissed off some powerful people. I won't reveal this
person's name because I still have contact with him and do not want to
jeopardize his job. But he told me some of what was in the file -
enough private details that I knew he was telling the truth.

As Iran-Contra unraveled, the Foundation published a special Omega
Report (still available in limited quantities). We were the first to
reveal the Reagan deal to delay release of the hostages. I called it as
I saw it - treason. We reported the concentration camps set up in ten
states as part of Operation Rex 1984. These camps were built to hold
400,000 people - American citizens - who did not agree with Reagan's
Nicaraguan militarism. I sent a copy to every member of Congress (it
cost me a bundle!)

I've been told that as ABC-News panned the Iran-Contra hearing room
during breaks, copies of the report were seen on the desks of several
Congressional staffers. I can't verify that. We intend to upload that
report to CompuServe. You need to know what's going on!

We were the first to predict the Berlin Wall would fall - a year
before it happened. Using computer technology to analyze European news
events, we beat the CIA and the White House on that one!

We've produced a lot of material on the phony "War on Drugs." This
so-called war is a hoax. Uncle Sam is America's biggest dope dealer and
the "war" is simply an excuse to destroy the Bill of Rights. It's
working, too. (More to come on this).

We've produced a lot of material on the use of Extremely Low
Frequency (ELF) radiation for mind control. We've obtained, through the
Freedom of Information Act, CIA and DIA documents that prove it. We
are, according to a CIA document submitted to the Warren Commission,
being programmed "in a manner consonant with national plans" (Richard
Helms) in "the battle for the minds of men."

The DIA document tells how, in 1976, the military was using mind
control technology as a "barrier weapon" to literally change the
enemy's mind - creating temporary and permanent brain damage, inducing
hypnosis and "voices in the head."

We used it in Panama against Noriega and in Iraq against Saddam
Hussein. And in America against U.S. citizens. We suspect there is a
link between this and high-voltage power lines, as outlined in the DIA
document. The nation's electrical system and plumbing grid can be used
as a powerful ELF brain-wave transmitter to condition the population.
Even the judge in the Judas Priest "subliminal control" trial cited a
litany of how the CIA has attempted to use it "to alter the outcome of
national elections."

Remember that as you vote in November.

Another area we've been involved in - stemming from my 1961 trip to
Boeing - is extraterrestrial contact. There are a lot of paranoid nuts
out there with some wild stories, but there is also a lot of
frightening truth to what is being circulated. Our newsletters cover
some of this.

My background is journalism, engineering. I seek facts. Provable
facts. And I try to pass it on to you. We also present differing
opinions - since my role is not that of a censor, but that of
historian. Judge for yourself what may be real and what isn't.

Our involvement in high-voltage power lines has brought back the ugly
surveillance and smear tactics of the powers that be. Two years ago,
when a local utility company tried to place a high-voltage power line
in an affluent Nashville neighborhood, people were upset about the
aesthetics. We pointed out that there was much more to be concerned
about - birth defects, brain cancer, etc.

We were invited to speak to Brentwood homeowners - where a 175,000-
volt line runs only 20 feet from children's swingsets. But a power line
"volunteer" from Murfreesboro began writing letters and making phone
calls accusing me of being a convicted felon, a child molester, a CIA
agent and a communist, and warning people to stay away from me and the
Phoenix Foundation. I saw one such letter in court.

After $70,000 in legal fees (not my money), we gave up on the case,
even though I think we had a chance of winning it.

Undaunted, I set up the Global Village BBS in Nashville - America's
first community electronic newspaper and electronic town hall, with the
participation of the Democrat and Republican parties, city council
members, state legislators, the governor and Congressmen.

Within 30 days, I was again under attack. The State of Tennessee
demands to do a "routine" audit of every document, every bill, every
receipt, every check since 1988 - even though I've paid all state taxes
I've been told to pay. This audit is set to come up September 22.

That's where things stand now. I couldn't find a job anywhere. I am
unemployable. Employers who have had government contracts were told to
choose between me and their contracts. My last employer told me I was
one step away from being "hit", according to a private investigation.

This is what America has come to. This is the price you can expect to
pay for patriotism. I want to tell you - and those who may be watching
me - what patriotism is all about. It isn't relaxing in your easy chair
with a six-pack of Budweiser and Monday Night Football and accepting
every piece of crap fed to you on the news. It's about loving your
country and your people enough to take the necessary risks to make
America the nation she should be, the nation she deserves to be.

Let's not forget that people still risk their lives to make it to
America's shores. We are the best hope for freedom and democracy this
world has ever known. I just want America to be the best she can be.
THAT is my patriotism.

We've strayed from the spiritual values upon which we grew over the
past two hundred years. If we lose that, we lose it all. And I'm not
talking born-again, conservative fundamentalist Christian soldiers. I'm
talking God - in whatever form we know Him/Her. Murder, blackmail,
assassination - that has no place in my America.

Someone once said, "If you have nothing worth dying for, you have
nothing worth living for."

Dante wrote, in The Inferno, "The lowest depths of hell are reserved
for those who in a time of great moral crisis maintain their
neutrality."

One of Robert Kennedy's favorite sayings (and the one Ethel put on
his funeral invitation) was: "Some see things as they are and ask why.
Others see things as they could be, and ask why not."

The short-lived campaign of Ross Perot illustrated how hungry we are
for the America we want.

This isn't political. It isn't Republican or Democrat. It isn't even
just "America". The handwriting is on the wall for this New World Order
(Brave New World?) we face.

I invite you to join me - while you still can. The Phoenix Foundation
needs people like you who give a damn! I, personally, have something
worth dying for. I just hope it doesn't come to that, but I know my
name - like many of yours - is on that list for those concentration
camps. I believe God will watch over me until such time as He/She calls
me home. Until then, I can only continue to do what I can do to prove
that one person can make a difference. You are one person. And you,
too, can make a difference. Please join the Phoenix Foundation. Your
support will never go for anything more worthwhile. or more needed in
these times.



The Phoenix Foundation
P.O. Box 92008
Nashville, TN 37209


Membership: $25/year

I don't know how much longer we can hold out. But we will attempt to
upload as much documentation as we can before we are silenced.
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