SUBJECT: THE PHOENIX FOUNDATION                              FILE: UFO2753






   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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