This was deemed a security risk. No big deal.
Feb 16, 2017, holy shit. So much is happening. Trump is president. Ok, yeah, maybe now the suppression ceases, at least a little. As stated in that last date, if you follow these links you’ll know what we know.
Basically, it’s a compendium of what you should know if you are sparked by the idea of gravity control. The part where you’re ridiculed ignored and written off as a kook, yeah been there a lot.
Sept 26 2016, I’m going to start pumping good stuff into here. Hard to believe we’re still here after a bunch of mixups and hacks.
This book will end up in volumes. My webmaster says, don’t do the book. Things move so fast a book will be out of date before it’s published.
Nay nay say I. We can speak volumes here. Because we have the web.
And a print version begs to happen. Why? In case someone pulls the plug and everything goes poof!
the movie in search of a beginning goes on.
It’s a new day
too virtual in believing the grid can’t just go poof.
this book is worth doing. Right now I’m of the realization that we can’t jump from oil to gravity control. Elon Musk doesn’t want to see us right now because he just got big bucks to put in charging stations throughout the US.
May 8 2016 Note to me, everytime you think of something that would add to the book, make the note here.
Update. Thanks to my son gravitycontrol.org is back altho the forum had to begin again. It makes me think again of something I’ve known all along.
The process for the Unity Project from theory to reality is a process. You begin with the theory and develop a model of the insight then a working model. What we have now is the magnet motor, many, but in particular for me, there’s Charles Watson WMM, the Watson magnet motor. At this writing we’ve been trying to sell the device to Elon Musk of Tesla Motors but right now he is installing charge stations all over America. He doesn’t want to hear of our magnet motor which charges on the go, never a recharge, unless of course the battery dies but pop in a new battery and off you go.
Forever with a spare battery, barring flat tires or mechanical problems.
I’ve looked at all the electric cars out there today and the range is the single downfall of all of them. My current thinking, the company that invests in the WMM will benefit greatly.
Feb 28 2016, right, now that we’ve been swept away from public view the forum the blog and the website I realize this book is being written backwards, all the stuff before we get to gravity control is against gravity control because it’s just impossible, besides we’re the oil guys of combustion , not us, them.
I began looking for remnants of gravitycontrol.org and soon I found this:
does the aether know it’s Christmas?
There is a book (and movie?) called The Field by Lynne McTaggart in which she says the field is us. So, does the aether know it’s Christmas? Durn tootin’, we do.
This pic. Actually under closer scrutiny you can see that it is the island which is flying away. Or maybe a ufo disguised as an island. We’ll never know because it was fiction. Gullivers Travels.
Antigravity. I prefer gravity control, and electrogravitic communication sometimes seem far away but lately prospects look good.
David’s chapters five and six of Project Unity
Paul Shatzkin’s TT Brown bio
N A Kozyrev
The TT Brown forum
The Antigravity forum
Looks like a fun holiday season.
If not before, see you next year. Three of which I observe, Western, Chinese and the Thai new year will be 2550.
That takes us to Easter and it’s summer again!
posted by M. @ 12/20/2006 10:45:00 PM
FRIDAY, DECEMBER 01, 2006
Wouldn’t it be nice if we did it by now?
February 19th, 2016
I learn that gravitycontrol.org has been ‘temporarily’ suspended. I know why. Last month I was robbed so I cancelled my cards. Our ip, iPower is looking for its dough.
My plan is to say that I will be happy to continue service with them if they include reinstalling our forum, hacked for the fifth time, saved four times in previous years.
Turns out the reason the forum appeared hacked was because of an upgrade, But they have refused to fix it, so far.
So here we are in Strange Land, strange territory where we’ve never been before.
Things like negativity, don’t put on a smile put on a frown and make everything upside down. Which is where we are now. Perceived good versus perceived evil. Here we go again, the loop continues. Can anyone cut the loop so we can see the bigger picture?
As I write this this date Dec 21 2015, David Barclay is creating his latest book about his rides with aliens. W. David Barclay is the only theorist on gravity control I lean towards and although he never mentioned his saucer stories for two years, it was about the same amount of time it took me to understand exactly what David was talking about.
His Unity Theory is mindblowingly right. The next big step. The next smaller big step will be electric cars with magnet motors where you will keep on going till the battery dies. Then, pop in a new improved battery and carry on for five years barring possible mechanical breakdown.
The Quest For Gravity Control is not to put combustion out of business but to spotlight this newer thinking about a travel system that works on frequencies, not rockets. As a kid I saw The Day the Earth Stood Still, the Michael Rennie version and it was obvious that the ship was powered by magnetism, electricity and, uh, gravity.
All of the zap and spin afficianados with high voltage into a metal ring are onto something. What they don’t know is the device must be powered from within, preferably by a human.
Introduction 1943. The year before I was born. I remember nothing from that time.
I have always harbored low esteem. Not too strong yet fat. Ate many wrong foods. Mom, would you make some fudge. And she did. But in my introversion I was able to discover many things. I was fascinated by the following. Magic (tricks), Hypnotism, Ventriloquism. And reincarnation. I have never seen a ufo in the general sense. One of the most memorable things was a full moon with a plane flying in front of it and an orange ball of flames close to the jet that from my vantage seemed to look like a flaming engine falling off the plane. What I really saw was a plane crossing the face of the moon and a shooting star which broke up below the plane. The plane carried on and I realized it wasn’t in trouble. It was something else.
The website. When we started the quest for gravity control we perceived that the time had come to find a person or team capable of performing gravity control on demand and it would be easy. Since I personally had no qualifications other than compulsion, I came up with The Quest For Gravity Control, the movie in search of a beginning. This at first became the basis for our new website and in the beginning I thought we’d have the whole thing aced in about two weeks. Not only was this not to be but somewhere along the line I began to realize that there was a great secret horde of information and if an inventor got too close to this black area, his patent was confiscated under the guise of national security. Currently (2011) there are 5000 patents regarding free energy and gravity control either held in abeyance or refused followed by the seizing by the government of the patent and idea and they said to the effect, sorry, your invention has been classified. I can only imagine the devastation to the inventor who thought he was on his way to save the world and perhaps start living right for his sacrifices to himself and whomever only to find that he edged too close to some black project and so, no, no patent for that guy. One thing that America is known for is its innovative people. But now, America has so many secrets and black ops it is stifling the very innovation that made the country great in the first place. It’s like a normal person who suddenly becomes a rich person and privy to high ranking discussion. The newly wealthy are surprised that all of a sudden they had something to protect. Their wealth. Think of Edison in a middle class family who changed the world, thanks to Tesla, son of a preacher and born in a lightning storm. It’s all on the website. gravitycontrol.org Morale, at least these days, don’t get a patent, just do it.
I know I was three because I saw a picture on a book published in 1947. Of course I couldn’t read at the time but I can maybe pinpoint that memory to when I saw the flying saucer on Adamski’s book cover. It was perhaps like that compulsion. From where the impetus comes from? Who knows but I only recognized some kind of akin after seeing the movie several times, Close Encounters. Why. I would ask myself, am I so interested in the interstellar drive. How might I possibly make a difference. It came in waves like the moon. I would find myself perplexed and saddened in 1968 when no one put forth gravity control. To the point where I thought, maybe it’s up to me. But how would that be possible? All I had was the vision of possibility. As an alternative.
It was people who got out of town I was drawn to, and the magic and freak shows, especially one, where they were like a travelling Madame Toussad’s wax museum, except they were real people waxed up. They had a carousel of supposedly animatronic versions of these wax dummies, three dummies but you could only see one for some seconds and then it would switch to the next, uh, wax figure. I climbed the stairs to get a real good close look at these wax dummies and I found my suspicions confirmed. I was up on the stage making this close observation and since I was sure, I clambered off the stage. No one came along and told me to leave.
I learned early I was attracted to oddballs which sometimes included beautiful women who were also attracted to oddballs. Oddballs included me. Looking for more.
When LSD became the savior drug of mankind and Timothy Leary saying, “tune out, turn on, and float downstream’, I was curious about all that. When Timothy Leary came to a university near me, they broadcast his talk live. I was on the road, the 401 between Abbotsford and Chilliwack, less than an hour to Vancouver, Canada and heard Dr Leary’s talk. It was clear he was taken with the drug and was openly inviting the crowd to try it. So I did. I bought myself a half a tab of what was proposed to be good. My plan was to swallow the half tab, jump in my newly repainted ’68 Oldsmobile Cutlas and zoom up the Squamish Highway to a plateau I knew and wait for the effects to come on. So I did. I looked out on the endless seaview then up to the big pines on big mountains. Yup, this must be a good place to experience lsd. A half hour went by and nothing. Meanwhile I began to think, what if this comes on and I can’t drive back to town. I leaped into the Cutlas and sped out of there back to my apartment in the West End, the one with a big pool in the basement and two real steam baths. Along the way I picked up two friends and told them I took acid. Keen and sympathetic they accompanied me back to my place where we immediately went for a swim. The pool was large for apartment pools probably because the building was old, which also explains the steam baths. Newer places had saunas. I recall diving off the springboard and when I hit the water I suddenly saw a lot of pink bubbles. When my head broke surface I had the distinct impression of hitting my head on the bottom of the pool and my mind continued on splashing at the surface. I didn’t say anything, just got out of the water and sat on the bench, shaking. I knew well I was now truly in the lsd experience. That night we went to Retinal Circus where acid bands played. I learned that there were certain notes the band would hit that gave those under the influence an extra punch. Like Disney’s Fantasia where you see the sound.
When I was ten, an only child, I entertained myself with thoughts of magic, ventriloquism and hypnotism. I learned that magic and ventriloquism were tricks and illusion but I also learned that hypnotism was not. Hypnotism, I found, is a whole different avenue where you find incredible medical stories as well as Svengali. When I was ten at summer camp I would hypnotize other kids. And if they believed I could do it, they were hypnotized. Later I heard about regression and started to hear about Bridey Murphy, a young girl who was regressed to a former life. I was stunned as a 12 year old when I saw the movie, The Search For Bridey Murphy. I recall my pals rating the movie as if it were Star Wars. I remember gulping out a few phrases like, hey wait a minute this is not asd/.fmgernandermorph…..I was near speechless and some of my utterances were less than clear but the thought of reincarnation was quite a zap.
At age four I met a magician called Fred who was a friend of my mom’. He was also a ventriloquist. That was it for me. I saw Fred do amazing tricks. I saw him ‘throw’ his voice to his dummy which would speak. I wanted to be all those things, a magician, a ventriloquist and a hypnotist. I hypnotized myself once. And a friend who was a doctor hypnotized me a second time. Since then I’ve joined onstage with entertainment hypnotists like Reveen and others lesser known. Those were situations where I wanted to be hypnotized but not under stage circumstances. In the small town of Chilliwack a guy came to town, had the moustache and goatee, the piercing eyes. I was working for the radio station at the time and was fortunate to interview this traveling hypnotist. I went to his performance and offered myself to be onstage. But in my mind, I knew about hypnosis in that you must command the faith of a subject before they believe, and my interviewee, the entertainer of the evening, confirmed my playing along by offering a whispered thanks.
In re reading some of my blog posts may I suggest
I’m pleased to find that I am not personally showcased much other than the above.
It was summer and I was eleven with this feeling that tomorrow when I wake up and look in the mirror it won’t be me. Who would it be I thought but never found out because so far, it’s still me.
I’ve seen some interesting things in the sky but never what I might consider to be a ufo. Once I saw a passenger jet plane in front of the moon. The moonlight made the big silver bird look even more silver. Suddenly an orange fireball that looked close to the jet appeared to fall below the plane. The engine fell off!, I thought. But with continued observation you could see that it was a meteor somewhere in the proximity of the plane. Wonder if they saw anything out their windows. Being eleven and probably hadn’t thought of ufos since I was three, I recall that at the sighting of that amazing event it never occurred to make a jump to flying saucer. It was a meteor. I think.
I was eight when I first saw the movie, The Thing. It scared my friend Blake’s older brother right out of the theatre. When Blake and I saw it I recalled more the reaction of the movie on the audience but also thought it was great. And although movies mostly don’t scare me, they do sometimes if I have to walk a long way home in the dark. After seeing the Brain Snatchers and before that, Night of the Living Dead, I found myself walking home alone. On my way I saw two guys fighting it out at the bus depot. Creepy but took my mind off being creeped out by the movie. Those days of personal creep with the long and dark walk home were eventually replaced when I turned sixteen with a car and the ability to drive since I was twelve. Drive in movies. On a long weekend in Winnipeg they would have all nite drive in movie features and at the time there were four or five drive in theatres. All except one outlet would shut down for six months because of the severity of the Winnipeg winter. I think it was The Odeon Drive In somewhere out beyond the race track. This particular drive in movie theatre provided heaters and you could get the soundtrack on your fm radio. Wow. But alas, drive in movie theatres faded into new suburban housing, worth more than the price of admission to a movie, even if they did show it outside under the stars from the privacy of your own car. We used to drive in with two in the front, two in the back and two in the trunk. We put Henry with one leg in the trunk so that if we were caught they would feel ashamed.
I loved those old monster movies, even the crappy ones. If I knew it was going to be crappy I still had to see it. One film that rose above was Earth VS The Flying Saucers starring Hugh Marlowe (the asshole from The Day The Earth Stood Still and Billy Gray who became that kid in the old tv show Father Knows Best). The man behind the effects in Earth VS the Flying Saucers was Ray Harryhausen also responsible for King Kong, the original. His flying saucers effects were parodied in the Tim Burton film, Mars Attacks.
With all this cinematic stuff over the years, is it any wonder that people believe in ufos? After much research of German ufos during the war, at one point I thought, they’re ours! But then of course I remembered paintings from the 1400’s and the bible and other sources that predated the war. Prior to the war the Germans had been into all kinds of stuff the West had no knowledge of.
Meanwhile back here in present day, David is furiously writing his book, not Unity, the David of theory but more like the story of David, his abduction, what he saw. I’m frustrated that things are not happening faster and watching the world falter like never before. The floods in Thailand have killed hundreds, now finally entering the Bangkok area. They’re braced. But they’re not ready. The country is pulling together as never before. And when the floods subside we have hope they’ll continue to join hands in friendship and lo the country will be whole. Not. But I have hope. And that this vision along with gc will unite the world. Yup. Suddenly….
A knock at the door. I’m pleased that it’s my good friend and great musician, Victor Taboada, has arrived along with his most impressive skills of musicianship, production skills, arrangement and the creativity to record something meaningful and sometimes serenely beautiful. I usually set Victor up with my Neumann U87IA microphone here in my quite pleasantly acoustic studio, the back bedroom (I’ve done it over), and even Victor says, mm, good sound. That makes me feel good. We record. And before Victor begins a great quiet comes over my little studio, full of heavy junk to help soak up the acoustics and just deliver what’s going into the mic. And it’s amazing.
My thoughts, my fascination and compulsion fade in the presence of Victor’s performance. When he was through I pressed the stop button.
And I’m thinking, what’s that with Elenin, nothing it seems. Guess it wasn’t Nibiru.
Not so long ago I was languishing at my favorite seaside bar waiting for a guy named
Anyway he showed up we shook hands and almost the first thing he said was, well, I’ve seen a grey, sorry, Grey. No kidding I said and raised my glass and drank and in that pause I wished to know now what I would say next. It was interesting to note he seemed Brit but he had an aol email address. The waves lapped. We spoke but aside from the idea of a Grey, when I asked how he found me he said he was looking for a graphic company on Samui. Ding! Really. He left and later I caught up with him on his phone somewhere on a road. He said, hang on, nattering to his wife in unintelligible sounds. Said he’d get in touch. ‘Bye. That was it and until now I’ve never heard another word of or from that guy, maybe his name will come to me but I doubt it.Tom! I think it was Tom who seemed like an mib guy trying to find out what I know. I just know we need gravity control to get the world out of this fiasco.