================================================================ MindNet Journal - Vol. 1, No. 97 ================================================================ V E R I C O M M sm "Quid veritas est?" ================================================================ The views and opinions expressed below are not necessarily the views and opinions of VERICOMM or the editors, unless otherwise noted. The following is reproduced here with the express permission of the author. Permission is given to reproduce and redistribute, for non-commercial purposes only, provided this information and the copy remain intact and unaltered. Copy formatted in ASCII. Netscape mail reader format: "Options/Mail & News Preferences/Appearance" = Fixed Width Font. Editor's Note: The following is an excerpt from an upcoming book, tentatively entitled "Andrija, Aliens and the Square Wave." A copy of the patent for the radio tooth implant described in this article was reproduced in _Mass Mind Control of the American People_, by Elizabeth Russell-Manning, pg. 84. It is patent No. 2,995,633 for a "Means for assisted hearing." Originally filed Sept 25, 1958. ================================================================ RATTING OUT PUHARICH By Terry L. Milner Copyright 1996 by Terry L. Milner December 1996 ---------------------------------------------------------------- On February 5, 1996 the Chemical and Engineering News carried a buzz-making three paragraph quote of an article appearing in the South China Morning Post. An assistant professor at the University of Science and Technology filed a hundred million dollar lawsuit against the US Government. This particular unhappy Asian, Huang Si-ming, is distressed over having had a mind control device planted in his teeth during a root canal operation. Not only does the device talk to him, he asserts, but it can read his mind as well. Shades of paranoia, schizophrenia, bipolar big elf disease! Rush that man some heavy shock hits of psychiatric betterment processing. Where do people come up with ideas like this? Surely these ramblings however couched in legalese they will be, are a candidate for an upcoming X-files episode. Perhaps something the sultry Scully-agent with the doubtful mind, picked up on an alien vessel when those half remembered gray entities (or-are-they-really-government-agents?) started messing with her. Andrija Puharich, unusual inventor who was also a doctor, parapsychologist, and veteran let's-see-what-this-drug-will-do guy died back in January of 1995 after taking a header down the stairs. He could have told you a lot about implants capable of putting voices in your head. He did much of the early work on them. In my often tedious, but never boring research, I have encountered dark whisperings as to whether he was pushed down those rickety stairs or fell accidently. Some dear-friend-mutterings as to whether or not he had a heart attack and fell or fell and had a heart attack. Grave doubts expressed, in the muttering circles about Susan Mandell, supposedly Puharich's creature-comfort-girl who had looked after him during his last years. Kind of fitting he went out that way with lingering doubts and questions giving future researchers endless incomplete chapters. Truly, the area has enough first class spookery to satisfy a thousand Unsolved Mystery episodes. Starting At The End The services for the seventy-six year old, righteously dead Andrija Puharich were attended by only a few friends and a couple of his children. All in all about a dozen people or less. A really poor showing considering the roster of children, associates and woman that one might have expected to be there. Uri Geller, that old spoon bending psychic from Israel could not be there to see him off. If he opted to use some of his amazing powers he would have seen Puharich's ashes being poured from an urn into the Mitchell river that ran through the Josh Reynolds estate where Andrija had been hiding out. You can drop by some of Geller's massive and self-congratulatory web pages if you are at all curious what he has to say about Puharich. Fair is fair. Geller owed much of his prominence, whether deserved or not to Andrija Puharich. Geller and Puharich were no longer close which might explain the amazing dirth of material about Andrija in amongst all that puffery. "Uri is not a nice man." was Andrija's statement which I guess more or less summed it up for him without saying anything useful. Barbara Bronfman, once part of the Seagrams We-are-really-really-wealthy whisky family couldn't make it either but did think to send a note. She had become somewhat enamored with Puharich way back when and was involved enough to support the fugitive Ira Einhorn after he took it on the lam. If one can believe all that is written she finally got convinced that Iran Einhorn really did kill Holly Maddux and stuff her body into a trunk which he hid in his closet for a couple of years. Chris Bird, Puharich's old pal was not there either. He too sent along kind words. I had tried to talk to Chris Bird, intending to ask about his CIA days and Puharich but by the time I dug up his telephone number he had undergone a throat operation and had his larynx removed. Now he is dead, and the story I was curious about has gone with him. Wealthy, Henry Belk was there. He knows where the bodies are buried, and the data is in danger of disappearing with him. Belk declared to me that he would never commit, or have his life committed, to paper because people simply would not believe. Belk had pretty much given up on Puharich, but the former naval intelligence man has unbelievable class and showed up for the funeral. Bep, Andrija's second wife who got a divorce way back in 1965 was there with two of the children, Andy Puharich, who actually poured his fathers ashes into the river and Yvonne. Children is used in the loosest sense as both of these are way grown adults. I don't know Yvonne but Bep and I have had some curt correspondence. "I feel that I must warn you to be careful what you write. The children and I will not tolerate any slander about Andrija." Brrr! Elizabeth Rauscher, the interesting nuclear physicist, was there and Bill Van Bise. Of course those two aging scientists would attend, after all they had been living gratis on the same estate thanks to the largesse of Josh Reynolds when he was alive. In spite of everything Norwood Robinson an attorney could do to get them off the property they absolutely refused to leave. "Ain't going to do it," they more or less declared but seemed to have left it open for negations, having filed a claim against the estate for $40,000. You gotta admire the sense of play of a woman of Rauscher's high education who tacks up a picture of Perry Mason and declares that he is her attorney in these matters. Very cool. Her companion William Van Bise, was reported to be working on an electronic device for the enhancement of extrasensory perception. More X-files! Good old Josh Reynolds had supported Puharich for about seventeen years. He was the grandson of the founder of Reynolds tobacco. Ricky Morell, staff writer of the Charlotte Observer, called Josh "a quirky, private man." Well, Josh is quirky no more having begun his dirt nap about six months before Puharich tumbled down the stairs. One of Puharich's finely honed and most excellently tuned abilities was garnering monetary support from the rich. He excelled at it, Josh Reynold being merely the last in the chain that wends its way back to the late 1940's. "He was a brilliant man, who, in order to get money for his research needed the rich, who used him for entertainment." Bep avowed to me in the same letter in which she growled that I had better mind my P's and Q's. Puharich, brilliant man, was one of those kind of in the military and kind of not in the military back in the late 1940's. During the planetary blood letting known as the second world war the army had picked up a number of promising individuals to participate in what was then called the Army Specialized Training Program. This group would provide the doctors and dentists to replace those that got shot up or to augment those already in place. Huge casualties were expected and advanced planning was the order of the day. Andrija received his medical education compliments of the United States Government who picked up the tab. He was officially given the rank of private during his tutelage. By the time he had gotten smart doctor-wise the war was over. By the time he had completed his residency at Permanente on the west coast the Army Specialized Training Program was dropped. His medical education took place at the ever-lovely and most diligent school of big data, Northwestern University. Andrija busied himself there easing animals into sleep with low frequency square waves and then operating on them. Throughout his life Andrija performed many outrages on four legged inhabitants of earth, slicing and dicing them as he saw the need to do so all in the name of science. Dogs were a favorite. One of life's little mysteries is why he belonged to the Kennel Club, but he did. It was while he was at Northwestern that Andrija put his mental-pedal to the mental-metal and came up with his Theory of Nerve Conduction. The theory proposed that the neuron units radiate and receive waves of energy which he calculated to be in the ultrashortwave bands below infrared and above the radar spectrum. Therefore the basic nerve units -- neurons -- are a certain type of radio receiver-transmitter. Hot spit! The theory got passed around and glimpsed by various high personages of 1940's scientific importance. Among them was Paul Weiss, a neurophysiologist at the University of Chicago. Jose Delgado, the guy who tortured animals by putting electronic implants into their brains to influence their behaviour, liked Paul Weiss and you can find his grateful acknowledgment to the man in his 've know vat's goot for you' book "Toward a Psychocivilized Society." While his nerve conduction manuscript was thusly circulating, Puharich headed out for California to do his internship as a medical researcher. He spent a year or so at the Permanente Research Foundation. During that time he carried out research into the effects of digatoid drugs which was funded by Sandoz Chemical Works. Sandoz, isn't that the same name as the famous LSD-In-Your-face pharmaceutical company? Andrija's wife Virginia who had been an editor at the office of War Information during the war came with him and worked at the same facility. She got busy involving herself in pain study research while Andrija practiced another skill which he honed to a high degree over the years -- seduction. He took up with another doctor-soul by the name of Jane. A lot of hot sex between the two is now lost in the mists of history. By May of 1947, the Nerve Conduction Theory was presented to the Zoology Graduate Seminar of the University of California at Berkeley. This resulted in a meeting with Dr. Paul de Kruif, who was interested in the far-out implications of the theory. Paul de Kruif was a bacteriologist, who made his fortune writing books which successful illustrated the lives and personalities and methods of various individuals who had made great medical discoveries. Paul de Kruif arranged for Puharich to meet with one of the most famous scientific personages of the day, Charles F. Kettering. In his day Kettering held over 200 patents and had invented everything from self-starters for automobiles, high octane gasoline, cash register components, to bits and pieces of guided missiles -- Kettering had little pieces of it all. More than that, the man, sitting at General Motors, had his hands on the purse strings. In later years when reminiscing about this blip in his life Puharich referred to him as "Boss Kettering." A lot of people did. Shortly after his meeting with Kettering, followed by an appearance and talk before the Society of Junior Fellows arranged by the highly illuminated Dr. Herbert Sheinberg, Puharich fell in with a bunch of subversive, fellow traveling, red sympathizing ne'er-do-wells wherein the oddities in our story grow .... Andrija claimed that he had met the new left bunch via his father who had insisted he call the world famous violinist Zlatko Balakovic on the telephone while Andrija was in New York tending to his upcoming future. This was before he had actually spoke before those Junior Fellow guys over at Harvard. As it turns out, this fact is somewhat important therefore I labor over it on the readers behalf. "Call the man. He'd be interested in a nice Yugoslavian boy's coming and goings." Franjo Puharich had insisted. "OK, Dad." I have put all this in quotes although it is likely the words, if truly spoken, were different. Puharich dialed the man up not in NY as he had been told but in Camden, Maine. "Come on down," Zlatko spoke into the receiver. "Stay a couple of days." To an ambitious young man wanting to climb to the top of Mount Success these words would have been like receiving a summons from Sir Edmond Hillary, the intrepid conqueror of Mount Everest. Zlatko you see had a lot of things going for him. He had married extremely well. His pretty and accomplished wife Joyce hailed from the mighty Borden family, which many of you are familiar with from having dairy products in your refrigerator as well as glued things in your basement workshops. Balakovic originally hailed from Yugoslavia but got out of there riding on his abilities as a first class violinist. In that capacity he toured the world often getting from place to place on his yacht. He had adventures ... almost getting snapped up by a crocodile on one occasion and received many awards. When the second world war fell upon the planet he did his bit by performing and raising money for war bonds. As a performer with a Stradivarius, which he played with tremendous skill, he had become friends with many of the heads of state around the world. He especially was a friend of, and liked, Marshall Tito. It was OK to like Tito during the conflict because the man kicked Nazi butt and did it good. During the cold war, however, some hefty faces in D.C. would raised some heavy eyebrows over such sentiments. The very year that Andrija met the Balakovics the couple had completed a four month tour of Europe where Tito held a glitzy dinner in their honor. They had also dropped by Bulgaria where Zlatko was given The Order of the 9th of September medal by President Kolaroff of Bulgaria, which at the time was the highest honor that country laid on heros. As head of a number of Yugoslavia fraternal and relief organizations located in the United States, Zlatko gathered up various goods and equipment to ship overseas as a charitable action. All their good work got fired upon when it was discovered that cast in with the material to be shipped were of all things, surplus radar equipment. Now how did that get in there? The state department frowned, did some teeth gnashing, and made grave announcements. Actually the Federal Bureau of Investigation had known about the improperly enclosed radar before it left port. This fact raises some amazing questions, which we will mull over later. The American Slav Congress and the American Committee for Yugoslavian Relief (Zlatko's organizations) got labeled as subversive in 1948 by the Attorney General, Tom Clark. The newspapers who picked up on this set up a mighty yowling: "Tried to subvert 10 million people!" "Zlatko Balokovic," an article sneers on, "was bitten by the communist bug in 1943, after several unsuccessful concerts in this country he decided to become a professional revolutionist." Andrija says he got snowed in with the Balkovics and instead of spending a couple of days spent two weeks there in Maine. All in all a fine story but a crucial part, as he related it over the years, was spoken with a forked tongue. He credits them with having introduced him to the subject of ESP. Forked tongue stuff insofar as I have a document which clearly states his intent to investigate the area prior to meeting the Balakovics. This document also reveals that he was already familiar with J.B. Rhine's explorations in the area. The violinist, Puharich said, made an offer to support his work to the tune of $200 per month and a place to work, which he accepted. After returning to California, instead of fulfilling his military obligation, which he was expected to do in return for the bucks, time and training heaped on him by the government, Puharich managed to get a discharge. Summing up: Training financed by U.S. Army under the Army Specialized Training Program. Puts dogs into anaesthetic sleep utilizing low frequency square waves while at Northwestern. Writes a paper proposing a new theory of nerve conduction. Is sent to Permanente Research Foundation in California for internship in medical research. Travels to Maine and meets the soon-to-be-declared-subversive Balakovic who offers financing, which he accepts. Discharged from army without actually serving and sets up a research facility in Maine. I had started the laboratory in 1948 in a barn in the woods which a grateful patient had loaned me. Thus wrote Andrija in his book "The Sacred Mushroom." He was writing upon the establishment of his Round Table Foundation. Before we get back to the left-wing fellow-traveling commie guys we will pause and examine this statement, as well as other not-to-be-excluded matters. The Round Table Foundation was not The Round Table Foundation when first it saw life. Indeed not! It's correct, full and most honored name was The Round Table Foundation of Electrobiology. The question then, when approaching the crafty Andrija's history, becomes, was there really a barn in which he began his life as a parapsychologist, researcher guy? The answer is yes, most definitely. There were trees in the area but one would hardly call the location as being "in the woods." When I gazed upon a 1949 picture of it, I counted a mere three trees. When built, some years before he arrived, the foundation of the barn took five cement mixers five days to pour. 42 inches at the base, 36 inches at the top, with steel girders for main beams and angled iron in all the corners to increase the strength. This was one big barn coming in at 100 ft., by 50 ft. or 5000 square feet at its base. It had a basement, as well as another floor above the first. The U.S. Navy leased the barn for storage of valuable Navy equipment during the war. Whatever the equipment was that needed storage included firebrick. Tons of it. The brick was stored in the barn rather then left on the ground outside. So much of it was placed within the structure that it snapped a large steel truss rod. Sure enough, giving the devil his due, there was also a grateful patient. His name was Roy Hines, an Australian by birth, Hines had been chief steward to Cyrus H. K. Curtis before the millionaire publisher's death in June of 1933. Hines decided to build the barn two miles outside of Camden. First, he installed a smaller barn, then poured the foundations for the larger barn as well as one for a house. His intentions were to use the larger barn to store the materials that would be used to build the house. Apparently, he was concerned about its eventual collapse from all that storage, considering the mighty 42 inch base and reinforced structure. By then the war came along and Hines, not in the best of health, had other responsibilities. Among those was his need to care for the Curtis estate as well as the Bok estate (publisher of the Lady Home Journal, a Curtis publication). Hines therefore put the planned house building on hold, and, as we said above, the Navy came along and leased it. At some point forward in our fine story, an out-of-state newspaper, which happened to be heaping praise on Puharich at the time, mentioned that big barn and commented that it had never, ever been used by anyone until Puharich took it over. Thus it seems that its prior use by the Navy and all that firebrick was unknown outside of the small resort town of Camden. When he had arrived for permanent rooting, in the picture postcard village, Puharich proclaimed that his decision to locate himself there was based on the fact he had been looking for a community which a group of fellow students and he had talked about as being suitable for starting a small hospital. His decisions had not been without sacrifice, he claimed. He had to turn down not only a possible leading position at a planned Neuromuscular Institute in Santa Monica, but a Public Health job in cancer research at University of California, a job with the Atomic Casualties Committee doing research in Japan and a job researching polio at the University of Illinois. Not long after he got there Hines allowed as to how he had this unused barn, and, if Andrija so desired, he could go ahead and use it for two years at no charge. The only thing Hines expected was that the kindly doctor would administer to his medical needs for a like amount of remuneration. Many of the citizens of that small town, especially those who were members of the local boat club, fell in with the spirit of the thing. They marched right on out to that barn and began hammering and sawing and getting it into decent shape, which might have prompted Puharich's additional statements that another reason he had moved there was that "the people were so nice and friendly." Indeed, they had taken to calling him "Dr. Hank" and he had begun blending in by smoking a corn-cob pipe. Not to confuse the reader at this late point in our story, it is incumbent upon me to mention that Puharich's full and actual name was Henry Karl Puharich. He did not get to calling himself Andrija (Croatian for Henry) until later in his life. Certainly worthy of mention, although it never was by Puharich, is that another business was located in that tiny town. The enterprise, at that time, was one of only three such plants in the country. Not only was it special in being a one-of-only-three endeavor we find that the man who ran it was well an experienced professional at carrying out secret work. This successful and accomplished inventor, Dr. Raymond C. Tibbets, had invented such items as the first combination radio and record player. The first electric icebox, the first electric ice cream unit and the first electric water cooler. Of more interest to our story, he ran a manufacturing facility right there in Camden which turned out sound converting crystals. By 1945, Tibbets had already carried out confidential war time work for the U.S. Signal Corps, the British Ministry of Supplies, the National Defense Council, as well as the University of California, General Electric Co. and RCA Mfg. Co. His research work was given priority AA1 by the War Production Board. This designation had been assigned to a limited number of facilities throughout the United States and can be taken as an indication that his endeavors were considered important -- big time. Raymond Tibbets' son George graduated from Harvard in 1946 and joined his father in the business. In 1948 when Andrija came to town, the plant, then three years old, was turning out 50,000 crystals a year from a 7000 square foot facility. Thirty employees, the majority of them woman, worked at the benches earning an average of about $20.00 per week -- in 1940's money. The crystals were piezoelectric; that is to say, they generated electricity when sound waves struck them. The average thickness of each crystal was 12/1000th of an inch, about the size of three sheets of paper pressed together. The lions share of the output went into hearing aid microphones although the crystals could be, and were, used in any kind of radio.` Considering the type of projects Andrija would be getting up to, one would have to consider that plant very handy. I hear voices, but there is no one there! In 1948, while the big barn was getting sawed and hammered into shape, suitable for laboratory use, Andrija began popping up in New York. He was in the company of a nasty piece-of-work psychiatrist named Warren S. McCulloch, whom he knew from his old days at Northwestern when McCulloch had been an instructor. A real intellectual-ugly who had worked over at Bellevue hospital years earlier, McCulloch is written up in history as one of the prime founder guys of Cybernetics. Now if ever there was a subject that the Soviet Union took to heart, Cybernetics was it. Defined by one of its own scientists, V. Trapeznikov of the Institute of Automation and Telemechanics, "The science of control, the organization of purposeful action in living organisms, in man-made automatic machines and in the society in which we live." Cutting to the heart of it, Cybernetics gets rid of that most distressing, theory-upsetting, science-messing factor of the human spirit or soul, and likens all to a machine whether it be weapons, people, organizations, or society as a whole -- merely machines needing to be organized by those with the "right stuff" upstairs. Little Cybernetic organizations and research facilities popped up in that country much like measles pop up on the face of a stricken child. Lest I sound improperly informed, let me hasten to add that the Cybernetic measles spread in the United States as well, but not with the same ferocity it invaded the body politic in the Soviet Union. McCulloch, by then, had chaired a number of conferences on "Circular Causal and Feedback Mechanisms in Biological and Social Systems," sponsored by the Josiah Macy, Jr. Foundation. This foundation is internationally notorious for funding directly or acting as a conduit for US and British funding of discreditable mind-control experiments. If nothing else McCulloch was a realist having claimed that the members of the psychiatric profession actually came from the lower third of their class. Mostly these bottom-of-the-intellectual-ladder types headed out for jobs in state hospitals and there deteriorated faster then the inmates -- so he said. He also thought implants would be kind of a cool thing. "So much for implanted electrodes. They are here to stay. Through them we will record activities in structures heretofore inaccessible, locating the "Womb of Fancy." Through them we will stimulate -- begetting Fancy. With them, we will destroy whatever generates or mediates the diseases of Fancy. To do less would be unethical. Confess you'd rather wear them in your head for years than let the cigar-clippers nip your frontal poles. He was a gem. McCulloch had a interesting list of organizations that wished to spur on his creative endeavors by providing him with money. Those of you interested in such things, and don't want to bother going to the library, may drop me a line requesting same. Hearing voices within the confines of your very own, and most private, head is a definite psychiatric "no-no." Throughout history various cures for this most serious of conditions have been attempted. The English, you might recall, cured Joan of Arc of this malady by burning her at the stake. In some manner, never fully explained, the story according to Andrija was that he and McCulloch got wind of the fact that a patient right there at Bellevue, in the mental ward, was professing that he too was hearing voices. The pair went on over to look into this situation. After much prodding about, consultation and data taking it was discovered that the man had been working at a job grinding metal castings against Carborundum wheels. The dust generated by that activity coated the individuals metal fillings turning the teeth into radio receivers. The individual was tuned very precisely to station WOR in New York City. A fine story, and certainly an interesting one, when it falls upon your ears for the first time as it did mine. That first version I encountered put these happening in 1953, not 1948 where they properly belong. Speaking to a doctor, who had worked on getting Puharich's tooth implant smaller some years later, he recalled to me that Andrija had told him that this whole thing happened in coal mining country and that the patient was a coal miner who had gotten coal in his teeth. The earliest version of the story that I have come across written by Puharich himself, has a slightly different sequence of events. In this version there is not one patient at the mental ward but two. In addition there is a dentist along for the ride and it all occurred in 1948. Not only were there two patients, but the kindly doctors cleaned their teeth and put those guys in a cage constructed of closely meshed copper wires designed to screen out ambient radio frequencies -- a Faraday cage. When thusly placed in the enclosure the voices stopped. Perhaps, like myself, your forehead is puckered up into a frown now as obvious questions are left hanging like recently washed linen is left to hang upon a clothes line. If these poor unfortunate mental patients were receiving station WOR would it have seemed so mysterious to them? After all, radio stations do give out their call letters. Would they not have said, "I hear a radio station but there is no radio around." Would there not have been music as well as voices? How did these patients come to be committed to a mental ward? Did they run screaming to a psychiatrist, "You gotta do something. A radio station has gotten into my head!" You also got to wonder what a Faraday cage was doing in the mental ward at Belleview. Picking up radio stations via the teeth was not an unknown phenomena. Frank Edwards in his book "Strange World" makes note of just such a case, which he unfortunately does not date. Here a factory worker who lived in Bridgeport Connecticut visited a dentist and had work done. Some of the filling material lodged between his teeth and he began to hear music and voices from a radio station. The cause was discovered and corrected, and no one was committed. Andrija usually advanced the stories in explaining how it was he came to be applying his research talent and theory of nerve conduction to a tooth implant, which he said he hoped to make into a hearing aid. His statements of what occurred, changing though it may be, completely rules out any idea that those patients were being experimented on. It certainly would never occur to me that they were putting voices into heads rather then getting them out. Andrija was involved, in 1948, with another individual, thought to be a communist, who got into keeping the heads of dead humans in his basement in crockery pots. We'll have to save just who that man was and how he fit in for the next part of our story. Summing Up: Arrives in the small resort town of Camden, Maine which he proclaims fits the bill for starting a new hospital. Is given a specially reinforced barn with unusually thick foundation for two years at no charge. Local citizens, mostly from the boat club began to get barn into shape. Town has one other significant industry. A facility which produces piezoelectric crystals, run by a man who had done secret war work. Puharich, in company with Warren McCulloch are doing something with patients at a NY mental ward which involves teeth and radio signals. The police, having received a disquieting report that upset their doughnut munching, rushed over to verify what they had been told. Sure enough, just as reported, a human head, most improperly detached from whatever body it had been original equipment for, lay in the tall grass on Dr. Samuel Rosen's property. The left-wing Rosen. The Communist, Rosen. Off they went to arrest the fuckin' political outcast, who was then in bed at his summer residence in Katonah, New York. That head had previously resided in a earthenware pot in a root cellar which belonged to, the soon-to-be-more-infamous-then-he-already-was, Rosen. He kept his collection of heads there for the coolness a root cellar offered -- so he explained to the police. Furthermore all the people from which all the heads came had been nicely and properly dead before he obtained them. True, what he did was a crime, but in no way did it rise to the level of murder. How had the head gotten out of his root cellar? Maybe a dog got in and took it ... was the only explanation the baffled Doctor could come up with. The heads were used to practice certain surgical procedures on, and they had to be human. Rosen therefore had bribed a certain person, the fellow who was in charge of the bodies at an unnamed hospital morgue, called a diener. That greedy attendant had seen to it that he was well supplied. Well, then the cops demanded, give us the name of the fellow. Whatever Rosen's reply to the cops was, it added up to, "can't do that." The cops thought they had best report back to the station to let the interested parties there know what had transpired. Rosen, sure that they would soon return to arrest him, waited at his residence glumly. The cops, unexpectedly did not come back, nor was Rosen ever arrested or questioned further about the incident. Looking back over these events, nearly a half century after they occurred, one wonders that if the police were anxious to arrest Rosen because of his political activities (his evaluation) then why did they not pursue the matter? It certainly was not legal to bribe dieners for bodies or body parts that once belonged to some unfortunate human who had expired in a hospital. The odd refusal to follow through might suggest that someone at a higher level, out of sight, was pulling strings. Of the two characters we have yet to introduce into this strange gathering at the Round Table Foundation of Electrobiology, the most beneficial is probably Dr. Samuel Rosen, otologist (ear specialist). There are many people today who owe the fact that they can hear to this doctor -- the creator of the Stapes Mobilization procedure. He was, according to Puharich, associated with the Round Table Foundation from the get-go. In 1949, he was fifty-one years old and coming up to a particularly difficult time of his life. He had not yet developed his Stapes Mobilization, but did have a successful private practice, a nice house and fine family. The future being bright, shades were the order of the day. There was one significant difficulty, especially in those heady days of loyalty oaths -- J. Edgar Hoover and The House Un-American Activities Committee. That difficulty was in the main, the idea his fellow doctors and his patients had gotten of him. Mainly, that he was a communist, a pinko, a left-wing sympathizer, a Soviet dupe. Not only did they find his politics questionable, they found his friends that way as well. The spunky doctor was friends with Henry Wallace, once Secretary of Agriculture under Roosevelt, as well as his Vice President, and later Secretary of Commerce, under Truman. Like Zlatko Balakovic, Rosen belonged to, and had come up on, the wrong side following WW II and the beginning of the cold war. He and his wife, Helen, belonged to a group that called itself the Citizens Committee of the Arts, Sciences and Professions. It, like Zlatko Balakovic's organizations, was cited as a subversive group. Rosen said he had been brought into that particular crowd by Frederick March, the actor, and it had been originally formed to get Roosevelt reelected to a fourth term of office. As can be detected by the subversive declaration, the FBI and other shadow jumpers thought otherwise. Rosen was close friends of Dashiell Hammett, a wonderful writer with a serious drinking problem, strong beliefs and a definite socialist bent. Hammett's FBI file contained, according to the meticulous researcher, Herbert Mitgang, 356 pages revealing that he was tracked not only by the FBI, but the Army as well. As students of this particular piece of history know, the writer would spend six months in jail in 1953 rather then cooperate with the House Un-American Activities Committee who were trying to find out who was posting bail for all the goddamned communist, pinko perverts. Following his release he came to live on Rosen's property, in a little cottage made available to him by the concerned doctor. Proceeding by some years, the scandal of his friendship with Hammett and Wallace, was Rosen's friendship with Paul Robeson. The talented, and politically active, black opera star often dropped into the declared subversive Citizens Committee's headquarters as he happened to be performing Othello just around the corner. He met Rosen's wife who invited him to her and Samuel's house for dinner. They became good friends, which leads us into August 27, 1949 civil rights concert at Peckskill which put the nail in Rosen's coffin, although he was not even there. The concert had been gotten up by the Harlem chapter of the Civil Rights Congress, of which Robeson was vice-president. The purpose was to generate revenues which would be used to defend American Communists and others who had been indicted for conspiracy to advocate the overthrow of the American government. A few hundred people, the majority of them black, had gathered at the picnic ground to listen to Paul Robeson sing. Before Robeson actually arrived, a crowd-intimidating phalanx of war veterans showed up. The bunch who were there as the Veterans Joint Council was composed of three groups of "right thinking Americans," the Veterans of Foreign Wars, the Catholic Veterans Association and the American Legion. This composite of vets was determined to preserve the liberty of United States citizens by, I guess, removing liberty completely, presumably to a place of safety known only to them. They menaced the concert goers by positioning themselves so that those already at the gathering could not exit and those wanting to get in could not get by. Well one thing led to another and a fist fight started which turned into a melee which in turn spread throughout the public grounds. Someone turned off the flood lights and several KKK burning crosses sprouted up. One truck and several cars were overturned and injuries abounded as the two sides took to flailing at one another. Peace was finally restored when about forty law enforcement personnel showed up along with all the local Peckskill cops that could be mustered. Thereafter, someone from the concert committee phoned up Rosen and asked to use his substantial lawn to make a protest rally. Within an hour of his giving his consent the news was on the radio. Some three thousand people showed up. Thus it was that Rosen notoriety as a communist grew big time. And with it the majority of his patients, reacting to the publicity, abandoned him and what had been a successful medical practice fell into ruin. At the time Puharich first became associated with Rosen, the disastrous concert was still a hop and a skip in the future. It is not known by this writer how the two came to collaborate. This missing data is in itself a peculiarity. Dr. Rosen wrote an autobiography which omits any mention whatsoever of Andrija Puharich or the Round Table Foundation of Electrobiology. Puharich stated throughout the years that he was Dr. Rosen's surgical assistant on the Stapes Mobilization surgical procedure. He put the years at between 1949 and 1952. It is difficult to see how this is what they could have been working on in 1949. Rosen wrote he had not yet developed the surgical procedure, nor did he even consider the possibility of doing so until 1952. One is left to wonder just why Puharich put forth such disinformation? On top of that there is the curious, before mentioned, omission on Dr. Rosen's part of Andrija Puharich or the Round Table Foundation. If not the Stapes operation what were the two working on? The actual research was directed at clarifying the piezoelectric properties of a structure located on the inner surface of the membrane located near the base of the spiral tube of the inner ear, called the cochlea. Some years prior, Rosen had developed a theory that the tongue could be used as an organ of hearing. He based this on the fact of a nerve which lay in the passageway behind the ear drum and the bony wall of the inner ear. The space there is so small that it could be filled with four or five drops of water. Rosen had discovered in that passageway two nerves that had nothing to do with hearing at all. One of them was a facial nerve. Should it be cut during surgery, as he had once accidently done, the patient would experience paralysis of one side of his face. The other nerve, called the Chorda tympani nerve was utilized by the tongue in the sense of taste. The entire subject had come up during a lunch when Rosen was concerned about a problem covering a hole made by a particular operation on the ear. Tossing it about, both Puharich and he thought that they might swing the Chorda tympani nerve over from the tongue to cover the cavity. Once done, Rosen believed it would be possible for the tongue to pick up sound waves and transfer the sounds to the inner ear, bypassing the ear drum. It was necessary to adjudicate if the nerve in question was long enough to be successfully moved and if so could it be moved without interfering with other parts of the anatomy? Both Rosen and Puharich went over to Bellevue and acquired at least one corpse to perform a practice operation. Having successfully completed that, they decided they should practice on something that was alive. They therefore acquired some monkeys. Once the monkeys were under anaesthesia the surgeons deliberately destroyed the horribly, unlucky creature's ear drums. From there they moved the nerve fiber from the tongue and connected it with the inner ear. Experimentation when the monkeys had recovered showed that the now should-be-deaf animals could hear. How well they could hear was an unknown, but they could hear. This work, which briefly surfaced in 1950, had been carried out in 1948 and 1949. The reader may recall that would be the same time period Andrija was at Bellevue with implant-happy McCulloch. Moving away from the subject of surgery and the nervous system of the human body, I now invite the reader, who enjoys participatory reading, to take a US dollar bill from his pocket. Observe the back of the bill and you will see the pyramid and all seeing-eye design thereon. This goes back to Henry Wallace who had, way back when he was Secretary of Agriculture, suggested the peculiar design as part and parcel of an idea he had for a new dollar coin. Roosevelt nixed the coin idea but kept the design. This has, over the years, led to endless Illuminati conspiratorial ideas. There is no doubt that Henry Wallace had a bit of a mystic bent about him. He was an inquisitive, productive man by all accounts. Rosen describes him as a cold being, who had a fear of the rising "yellow man," which may be what led him into a series of attempts to introduce Christianity into China with Nicholas Roerich, a Russian explorer and mystic. As is known, he who wins the war, writes the history. Wallace did not win the political war of the time. Truman fired him, the FBI surveilled him, the Attorney General used association on him to prove that one was "disloyal," and so on. According to William C. Sullivan, once second in command at the FBI, Hoover hated Wallace. Of course Hoover hated Truman, new dealers, left wing radicals, and just about anything that smacked of a position one iota left of center right. Truman's clumsy handling of Hoover's grab for power during the heyday of the House on Un-American Activities Committee's rape of civil liberties led to loyalty oaths and a bunch of other scary nonsense. Writers still like to rake up, when they are of a mind, to show just how close the US came to fascism. What we are talking about here is trickle down politics. And the trickle wended its way right on down to Wallace, down to Maine, down to Camden, Rosen and Balakovic. Hmmm, funny ... it seems to have missed Puharich. Truman was teed off at Henry for a number of things. One was his letters to Nicholas Roerich (whom those in the White House thought of as a disreputable Russian Mystic). It wasn't so much what the letters between the two (that had somehow gotten leaked to the press) said. It was the way Wallace addressed Roerich in his missives: "Dear Guru." This subservient salutation to a Russian guy by someone high in our government could not be tolerated. This therefore helped blow the democrats away in the 1946 elections. They lost seats. They lost prestige. They had long memories. Another flap occurred when Wallace gave a speech at Madison Square Garden. The speech suggested, nay said, that there was a mighty softening of attitude toward the Soviet Union which was a direct reversal of the facts of the case. Unfortunately Truman had OK'd the speech without reading it carefully and therefore was caught with his political pants down. Upshot without going into more detail. Wallace was fired. To hell with them, reasoned Wallace, I'll run on another ticket, the Progressive Party. That must have caused Hoover to become frightfully unmellow as the Progressive Party was considered to be run by hard-line Communists. Let me say here and now, as the author of this series, that I have no special knowledge as to who was a communist, a socialist, a pinko, a wrong thinker and who was not. The knowledge that I have is who was perceived to be a communist and that knowledge, whether the perception was correct or not, is all that I have. It was this perception which ended the careers of many men in those reckless days. With their careers went their achievements, some to be resurrected in later, gentler days. Unfortunately, in many cases the good got interred with their bones, thank you very much Shakespeare. Historical hindsight leaves little doubt that in those times little regard was given as to whether or not individuals declared subversive had actually done anything subversive. Having regaled you with my opinions, let us turn back to the subject, Dr. Andrija Puharich, and show what this has to do with him and his associates. Fortunately a paper trail does exist to some extent. On April 1, 1949 of that year, Puharich wrote a letter to the Trustees of a legal entity called the Wallace Fund. The money in the fund was made up of royalties Henry Wallace had received on one of his books. In the letter to that fund Puharich stated that the grant he requested was to be used exclusively for the procurement of electronic equipment for basic neurophysiological research. He would use the money to obtain "infra-red detectors for the detection of long wave infra-red radiation from nerves and nervous systems." Progress reports would be furnished to Henry A. Wallace as well as the trustees of the Wallace fund. In this request, Puharich also noted that the current trustees of the Round Table Foundation were himself, William A. Brown of Boston Mass and Carl D. Lane of Rockport Maine. In between the letter of April 1 requesting the funds, Andrija also got a letter off to Henry Wallace in which he extolled the once vice-president's virtues as a "universal man" and thanked him for "the privilege of sharing your presence." By April 27, a check in the amount of $4,458.73 was in the mail and on the way to the Round Table Foundation of Electrobiology. Summing Up: Puharich is working with a ear specialist named Dr. Samuel Rosen who is thought to be a communist. They are researching the possibility that a nerve from the tongue can be used to facilitate hearing. This during the same year and at the same hospital (Bellevue) that Puharich and the psychiatrist McCulloch were working together. Puharich meets once Vice President of the United States, Henry Wallace, who is a friend of Rosen's. He applies to The Wallace Foundation for a grant and receives it. This is the last section in our four part series on Andrija Puharich. In it we are covering the formation and first funding of the Round Table Foundation of Electrobiology as well as have discussing the rudiments of the odd tooth implant whose development started in 1948. In this final section we will reveal the presence of an unknown agency that was connected with the Round Table Foundation from the start. The inclusion of this agency may leave unanswered questions about how it was that a man, known to be financed by individuals connected to subversive organizations, came to be granted security clearances by the United States Army. By the time the laboratory in Maine was operational, enough material and labor had been donated gratis to keep the total cost of setup to $437.00, which even considering late 40's economics is minuscule. The exact source of these donations is not, as of this writing, documented. Puharich's finances were certainly flourishing. There was the $4,458.73 from Henry Wallace (interestingly Puharich when reporting to the press of the day the happy news of that grant dropped out Henry Wallace as his benefactor). In addition to the Wallace money, Mrs. Zlatko Balakovic kicked in $2,000 and a Mr. Walter C. Paine put in $3,000. Although Walter C. Paine is still alive, I have had no luck at all in getting a response from him to any query regarding the Round Table Foundation. I have thus dubbed him Mr. "I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it" Paine. Another, later associate of the Foundation, Arthur Young, now deceased, said that he had a friend named Walter in Camden who was also part of the Foundation. He commented that Walter was an oil executive at the time and preferred to remain anonymous. We will continue without Mr. Paine's input. Hummphh. Various pieces of high-tech equipment began to show up at the lab. The cost of this equipment was also, at cost, or no charge. We will mention only one such specialized piece of equipment in this article, but there were others. The one piece we will discuss seems to have made a tidy profit for Andrija. John Cooney an electronics engineer from Yale, who had been associated with the M.I.T. Radiation Laboratory and had helped develop radar during the war, constructed it. Cooney built a specially designed nerve stimulator. The function of the unit was to stimulate nerves by controlled electrical impulses. It happens that Andrija Puharich had written a letter to Henry Wallace in 1948, which mentioned John Cooney. This was before he had actually received the grant from the Wallace Fund. "The Mr. John Cooney that I refer to in my program for research is a rare man who fits into the program here perfectly. He is an electronic engineer who was trained at Yale and M.I.T. He is of my vintage and a rebel from society who came to Maine so that he could be himself. He has built, and is running, a jewel of a theatre in Waldoboro, and thus has an independent income. He is working with me for no pay -- just for the sheer pleasure of it. He is brilliant and ingenious. The equipment that I want to build would cost about $40,000 on the open market, but he thinks that he can do that job for about $4000.00 using war surplus material. Thus the money that you are granting will go a very long way." According to John Cooney, now 83, though, "This is all vintage Puharich as I remember him -- beginning with the "brown-nosing" of Mr. Wallace and concluding with the paragraph relating to me personally -- which is 100% pure bull-shit from start to finish." Far from being a rebel from society who came to Maine so that he could be himself, Mr. Cooney pointed out that he had in fact lived in Maine all of his life (except for WW II) on land that had been in his family since the Indians owned it. He denied having ever having an independent income, nor had he worked for free and most certainly never for Puharich, nor did he at any time have slightest connection with The Round Table Foundation. The "jewel of a theatre" mentioned had not been built by him but by his father. The nerve stimulator, actually a special variable pulse electronic generator, had not cost $4,000 but in fact had cost about $40.00, which according to Mr. Cooney is what he charged Puharich and was duly paid for, concluding any dealings they had. The puzzlement here is why Andrija Puharich would have written such a letter, containing so many false details about a man he, at least according to Cooney, actually had next to no dealings with. If Henry Wallace had been so inclined he might have, with a little checking, found out the truth. Perhaps the answer lies in the last section of this report. In it you will find that another man named Cooney was indeed associated with Puharich. For now, let us continue with our story. Though the Round Table Foundation's bottom line, dollar-wise, was certainly on the upswing, it cannot account for all the expenditures made. As you shall read, Puharich in some, yet unknown, manner became the proud possessor of quite an estate. A possible source of hidden money might have to do with a secret project associated with the Round Table Foundation of Electrobiology in 1949. Here we find a remaining personality, quite wealthy, and a project whose claimed existence did not surface for thirty years. Read on and you will understand why I use the words "claimed existence" when speaking of that project. The person we are interested in is a prolific and famous inventor and radio pioneer by the name of John Hays Hammond, Jr., who at that time was in his early seventies. Back then, he had more patents issued to himself then any other man in the United States. Hammond had developed radio remote control which many reference works state serves as the basis for modern missile guidance systems. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, the inventor established the Hammond Radio Research Laboratory in 1911. By World War I, he had not only developed radio remote-control but also incorporated within it a gyroscope enabling him to send a yacht on a 120 mile round trip between Gloucester, Mass and Boston. He also developed techniques to prevent enemy jamming of remote control, as well as invented a radio-controlled torpedo for coastal defense. Hammond conducted some of the earliest experiments in frequency modulation. He devised a amplifier that was used on long-distance telephone lines. During WW II he developed a variable-pitch ship propeller that increased engine efficiency. His later developments include a method of intelligence transmission called "Telespot." He was president of the Hammond Research Corporation, a consulting firm, and often served as research consultant to large corporations. It is significant, considering the exploratory implant work, to note that John Hays Hammond, Jr. had a belief that the mind could be influenced by radio waves. He was also conversant with the work of Nikola Tesla, the legally acknowledged creator of radio. He was said, by Puharich, to have been the only student Tesla had ever had. Bolstering that claim is the following fact. Following his financial spiral down, Tesla lived, with John Hays Hammond, Jr. at his estate. There, according to author and researcher Gerry Vassilatos in his interesting book "Secrets of Cold War Technology," the work they did lead to the some of the inventions noted above. Relating to John Hays Hammond, Jr., is the secret project that Puharich claimed got underway in 1948, Project Penguin. This, he avowed, was a Navy undertaking which ran a number of years. Its purpose was to test individuals said to possess "psychic powers." The project was headed by a man named Rexford Daniels. Puharich made this startling claim on the Geraldo Rivera show on October 2, 1987. When challenged, he promised to send proof of his allegation to another guest on the show, Marcello Truzzi, who was in his usual role of open-minded skeptic. According to Truzzi, the proof was never sent him. The Navy flat out denies that it has any records at all of a Project Penguin. Even an appeal, on my part, to the Judge Advocate General produced no results. "Never heard of it," is more or less the response back. The research papers, letters, etc. of John Hays Hammond, Jr. are now at Yale University. Queries to them regarding correspondence between John Hays Hammond, Jr. and Andrija Puharich have likewise produced negative results. This is puzzling. There should have been at least one memorandum according to an article in the International Journal of Neuropsychiatry is which Puharich wrote, "In 1950 I sent a memorandum to Mr. John Hays Hammond, Jr. of Gloucester, Mass., outlining the plan of an experimental technique." It would be exciting to think that the Department of the Navy upon receiving my FOIA request regarding Project Penguin yelled out something to the effect of, "Oh my God, he is on to us. Shred the docs. Call Yale and tell them not to let that bastard have anything." I, regretfully, am prone to believe that they have no record of a Project Penguin, nor of any correspondence regarding such. To my mind that does not equate to the non-existence of such a project. As in all things governmental, it depends on who you ask. I have been able to confirm these pieces of information: John Hays Hammond, Jr. did, in fact, carry out research on Eileen Garrett, a world famous psychic of the day. There was a Rexford Daniels in Camden, Maine, during those years. He was a summer resident and both he and his family were well thought of. According to Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird in their book, The Secret Life of Plants, Rexford Daniels owned a company named Interference Consultants Company of Concord Massachusetts and as of 1973 had been studying the problem of how proliferating electromagnetic emissions interfere with one another and may work harmful environmental effects on man. Daniels apparently became convinced that there was a force in the universe which was itself intelligent. "Daniels theorizes that this force operates through a whole spectrum of frequencies not necessarily linked to the electromagnetic spectrum and that human beings can mentally interact with it." There is ample evidence that individuals thought to have talent as psychics began to show up at the Round Table Foundation, some from overseas, some local talent and that these individuals were indeed tested, extensively. One of the more notorious of these individuals, Peter Hurkos, was brought to the US by a man with a background in Naval intelligence. There was one additional grant of money to the Round Table Foundation in 1949. The story about how this last bit of good fortune came to be was told thusly: Puharich and his wife Virginia attended a square Dance in Camden during the summer of 1949. It was at this function that he met a Mr. and Mrs. Norman Anderson, which led to him going to New York and meeting with Charles Kaufman, then vice president in charge of research and development at General Foods Corporation. The results of that meeting were that General Foods decided to break with its long standing policy of conducting research "in house." They elected to farm out research work to Puharich at his Round Table Foundation rather then use their own research facility at Hoboken, New Jersey. The corporation started him off with a Fellowship and a $5,000 grant to study taste physiology. The idea is that Andrija is to work out a new method of measuring taste in animals, so it was publicly announced. General Foods also granted Andrija the use of their electron microscope which was located at their Hoboken facility. By 1950 Andrija Puharich had become a farmer, growing crops, raising animals and maintaining a new laboratory, complete with staff. All this on a wonderful new estate which boasted a 22 room house, which would be used by lab technicians for a dormitory. At the new digs was a new, large garage which was converted to hold a store of laboratory animals. Puharich's brother William showed up from Colorado to help with the research. Either $5,000 went a fantastically long way in those days or some unaccounted for funding showed up. I propose the latter of the choices. Consider the following list of individuals known to be associated with Andrija Puharich and the Round Table Foundation, some of whom we have already mentioned, some of whom would not show up in time to make it into this article. They are: Norman Anderson (mentioned), Charles Kettering (mentioned) and Raymond Zirkle (mentioned), Jack Cooney (unmentioned), Kennith Cole (unmentioned) and Shields Warren (unmentioned) General Foods (mentioned), General Motors (mentioned). Each of these individuals and the two organizations listed were actually engaged in research for the Atomic Energy Commission. General Foods, in 1947, was in receipt of isotopes provided for research by the AEC. Specifically they were to test the physiological availability and to follow the metabolism of Zn 65 and 69 as well as Cobalt 60 and Cu 64. They had been shipped these on the premise that they would be administered to cattle in a specific mineral supplement. The isotopes were delivered to their Hoboken research facility. It should be noted that research done during 1947 showed that a pregnant dog, who had received ZN 65 (dosage undetermined), produced radioactive pups. The pups were then "sacrificed" to see in which organs the element had landed. All of this is especially suspicious when one finds that the animals being used for the taste research at the Round Table Foundation died. At least one individual, then familiar with the Foundation recalls burns on the bodies of some. As near as I have been able to ascertain no special handling was carried out in getting rid of these carcasses. They were simply left outside for the local trash collection. While I realize that this hardly makes a lawyer's case that covert radiation research was taking place, one should consider the strange construction of that barn which you have been told about and his later connections to the Atomic Energy Commission and its people which are outside the scope of this article but will be in my book. Consider also the new Cooney in the list above. Not the John Cooney mentioned to Wallace, but Jack Cooney, who research shows was in 1946 and 1947 Army Colonel Jack Cooney. By 1950 he was Brigadier General Jack Cooney. We find him briefly mentioned as being associated with the Round Table Foundation sans his military rank or affiliation. Cooney headed up the army medical branch of an organization formed in July of 1947 called The Armed Forces Special Weapons Project. "The Armed Forces Special Weapons Project (AFSWP) established by the War and Navy Departments, is charged in its charter with responsibility for all military service functions of the Manhattan Project as are retained under the control of the Armed Forces including training of special personnel required, military participation in the development of atomic weapons of all types (to coordinate with the Commission) ... and developing and effecting joint radiological safety measures in coordination with established agencies." Source: Office Memorandum from Lt. Col. W. B. Hutchinson Jr. to Brig. General James McCormack, Jr. Once secret, this document was declassified in 1995. The AFSWP has a curious administrative set-up. It has not one chief, but two, one from the Navy holding the rank of Captain and one from the Army holding the rank of Colonel. This duel set-up might explain why my FOIA to the Navy regarding Operation Penguin was strikingly unsuccessful. The records would not be in the possession of the US Navy, they would have instead been housed within the Atomic Energy Commission, probably one of the last places one would think to look. And, although not covered in this article, Andrija Puharich, was known to be in the company of Dr. Shields Warren, while in Washington D.C. This individual was, like Cooney, a key personnel on the medical side of the radiation studies being carried out. Puharich's earlier "medical discharge" said to have rendered him unfit to serve in the military after completing medical training happens to have coincided with the establishment of The Armed Forces Special Weapons Project. Mysteriously, his medical condition seems to have vanished as he was "reinducted" into the Army about the time of the Korean War and served as a Captain at the US Army Chemical Center, where he got up to some very interesting activities. If what I have stated is true, and it is, we are left with one very perplexing question. What about the left-wing, red sympathizing commie guys? The answer my friend, is not blowing in the wind, it will be in my book. We leave you now with an incomplete story, hoping that enough curiosity about Dr. Andrija Puharich, his activities, and his marvelous tooth implant has been created that you will consider the purchase of my upcoming book, tentatively entitled "Andrija, Aliens and the Square Wave." Thus I will be the richer and you will be the wiser. Summing up: The Round Table Foundation of Electrobiology began to flourish. A considerable misrepresentation as to cost of equipment is shown. Project Penguin undertaken by the Navy is also claimed. A grant from General Foods and the activities of associates reveals the connection to The Armed Forces Special Weapons Project. All material is copyright 1996 by Terry L. Milner. Limited permission to quote is granted so long as name and copyright are indicated. If in doubt query. I can be reached at: .