·        Problems with the cancer markers.

 

These markers were related to something but we did not know what!  It was assumed that we were measuring something like frequency, and there are many, many other workers against cancer who made the same fatal error.  I did this too.  At the time it looked as though secondary cancer was a greater frequency error somewhere in the body field than primary cancer.

 

Whatever we were measuring, the numbers used for Cancer 2 were greater than for Cancer 1.  Or so I thought.  In fact the secondary cancer marker was to the right of the primary one, on sequence.  That is now the most important thing I can say.  It is now quite clear that what we were measuring was an aggregate of phase shift error plus frequency.  As such the test was totally useless, that is to say unreliable, at finding for us the location of the cancer, and as well it was unable to distinguish between the left and right side of the body.  So, of course, we got errors in our measurements. This is what we now might actually expect but at the time it was a great source of grief.

 

Curiously, the test often got the bowel cancers and the prostate cancers back to front, again and again.  A difference in the two was about 24 centimeters or more. WHY? How could things actually get transposed in our test?   So in the end we abandoned the cancer markers as a reliable test for location of a cancer, making the test  a lot less useful for the physician.  But how could we get errors of 24 centimetres in a test for location?  Clearly there was a lot to learn yet.

 

·        The science model failed us again, and research stops.

 

Little evidence and writing remain for large tracts of this time due to periodic floods that carried away notebooks, moving houses where things just disappeared, never to be found again.  The research company I was with failed to get funding for more extravagant research programmes, and I left the company.  I moved to the Blue Mountains, quite high up, and spent some quiet years walking my dog trying to understand how real and “non-real” could be linked.  There were two worlds created by the science model, and sort of odd things outside time, where there was an unreal world that you could not see or measure where, of course, all the action appeared to be!  Duality is very upsetting mentally.  I simply could not find a way through it.

 

I could not solve the problem, of course, because I was thinking the wrong way, once more put off the track by the science model we were entertaining at the time.  So we could never measure this virtual world that looked so interesting so far as information transfer in the body field was concerned.  It as unreliable when we measured it and remained all a dream…nothing had really materialized after 17 years of daily work.

 

I turned, while in the Blue Mountains, to consideration of natural methods of farming, which used  the same homeopathic and radionic ideas that alternative medial people used.  I was quite disillusioned with medicine and the people in it.  The natural agriculture people were booming and there were big meetings of up to and more than 500 farmers all at once learning how to switch over to non-chemically induced farming methods.  These people were less inhibited than the corresponding medical people, who after 100 years of allopathic predations were getting thin in numbers and disillusioned―like me.

 

I had given a talk to 100 farmers in Eastern Victoria, to great acclaim, and I had met with a man who rushed up to me after I mentioned that I thought calcium was the key to a lot of cancer development.  It turned out that he had an interstate, and even international multi-million dollar, business in natural agriculture that did just that―got the right  type  of calcium for the right type of soil. We immediately became friends, and we started to talk.  I told him that calcium was a sort of semiconductor or directional switch, and as such was the key to a lot of biological processes.  He did not have much science so it was heavy going.  He travelled for 11 hours to see me in Merimbula. Even though I was then living in the Blue Mountains, it was a long way away indeed.

 

It turned out that calcium is not just  calcium but behaved differently radionically depending on the impurities caused by the elements, generally called traced , in agriculture: boron, molybdenum, iodine, cobalt and so on.  So the way in which calcium behaves energetically, and therefore chemically, depends on the presence of minor trace elements.  Once there is chaos on the body-field there is cancer… or so I thought. I had found that one of the things that always goes wrong in the body field when there is cancer is the metabolism of calcium.  I am not the first person to observe this.  Calcium is all pervading in biochemistry and so in a failing system such as we have in cancer, it is to be expected that calcium will go wrong.

 

That is not the point of this writing at all, however.  Meeting with the agriculture businessman, John Pannan, and his wife Marjery, I was struck by his use of the radionic device he had, since I never really used one. It was of interest. He gave me a complete demonstration of it and as I looked at the configuration of the dials I suddenly realized something that I never would have thought of otherwise―sequencing in space.  He made me do my own method of testing on the floor of a nearby apartment, and I found that all the calcium combinations were off the dial as it were in the subsonic region of frequency―if it was frequency we were talking about, and every radionics person talks about vibrations and frequency.  Whatever we were measuring, it was clearly divided into decedary units by the radionics people.  And these decedary units of something were also arranged sequentially.

 

A few days later when I had returned to the Blue Mountains, a new era in testing the body field began.  I set about dismantling the sequences of ampoules, of which there were many, and started to rearrange them another way, taking note of the way in which  the dials were arranged in a radionics instrument, sequentially from the bottom right to top left. Forget about the numbers, the radionics “frequencies” and everything, I thought. Let’s just get the position in space correct!

 

Knowing that we previously had got jumbled results when the ampoules were arranged wrongly, I was willing to have one last effort to get the system I had for diagnosis to work properly and without so many errors.  This time the ampoules in the test were not arranged as they had been, which was to satisfy the arrangement for  the meridians, but were instead arranged to satisfy the arrangement in 12 decedary dials from a radionics idea from farmers!  Desperation! Yes, I thought we would get more out of the farmers doing the same thing as the alternative therapists because the farmers were less afraid and more open about what they were doing, striking fear into the hearts of every agricultural consultant trained at the behest of the chemical companies in universities! The new arrangement was done by testing each ampoule against which of the 12 dials it would like to be categorized with, by a matching technique of course! Of course things changed a lot in the results I was getting in the testing.

 

But I now I needed to earn my living again, having no funding at all and of course now I was on the last of my money I had accumulated over my life…all spent on seemingly mad schemes to find out what was happening when people get sick. I was in a lot less secure place. . .

 

The new system I developed while I was in the Blue Mountains slightly resembles the NES system we have today, and it was taken from the agricultural radionics people’ machines! So much for medicine!

 

A dear friend of mine, Tenzin she shall be called like so many others, was a Buddhist nun living in the Blue Mountains who ran across me in Merimbula and I did some work on her for a few sessions. She had developed  lung cancer, and was in quite a weakened state when I saw her again.  In fact she was very woozy and actually skittled my letter box in its drive as she was leaving one day.

 

Naturally I offered to treat her for no money as Buddhist nuns don’t really have a lot.  This turned out to be a good arrangement, as we could go out for meals together and have as much fun as possible.  She was under medical care, and not much hope of course was held out to her.  By the time I got to her she had secondary cancer of the lungs. I still remember the excitement of being with such a lively and vibrant and loving lady.  Her test showed  that the early part of the test, for what we then called Compartments and (now call Integrators) 1, 2 and 3, were all faulty in some way, as were the tests for Compartments 10, 11, and 12.

 

So here was a person with apparently no emotional problems, well adjusted and sane, who meditated daily for some time, and who was gradually succumbing to lung cancer.  What was going on?  Had she sat too close to a smoker?  No. Actually, she herself knew what the initial “shock” was―a motor accident some years before that now was a memory but that she could not erase. That memory was the problem, and she tried so hard to do something about it, to no avail, using Buddhist ,antras, and meditation.  Shock and the memory of shock.  Of course, in a few months she was dead and I missed her cheerful visits.

 

But I now had a new system of arrangement of the body field ampoules and great strides were made over the years, and of course it was found that the markers for Cancer 1 and 2 were to be placed in two compartments at once, making them of courses nice and complex and so therefore hard to deal with. They wanted to belong to both Compartments 10 (where the genetic material was found) as well as 12 (where the body field wave broke down).

 

So it would seem that all we had to do was to correct these two compartments and the cancer might be affected.  No, that did not work.  I was not able to affect cancer one bit so far as clinical work was concerned. The progress on the cancer front was like inching along a precipice, with a great drop on one side.  The great drop was when the treatment failed, which it always did. The client died.

 

For years I treated another man with asbestos-induced cancer of the chest cavity, and he always survived no matter what happened.  It took him a long time to succumb.  Why these people kept coming to me I don’t quite know, but looking back, things were found out about cancer that we would otherwise not know, due to their continual visits.

 

But the idea of a full body wave acting together like a giant wave with millions of little waves within it was born, and the wave breakdown theory was born.  This was in 2000.