From: Walter Watts (wlwatts@cox.net)
Date: Mon Sep 23 2002 - 14:41:09 MDT
Blunderov,
Just wanted to let you know this and previous ZPE posts much appreciated.
I love this shit and haven't had time recently to get to Borders for tea and
word grazing.
Thanks,
Walter
Blunderov wrote:
> [Blunderov]
> Here is a description of an Hutchison Effect demonstration from "The
> Hunt for Zero Point" by Nick Cook.
>
> <snip>
> The building had been unremarkable another storage facility in the outer
> suburbs. There was no security, just an eight-foot wire fence and the
> warehouse's relative obscurity amidst the smoke and grime of'
> Vancouver's industrial quarter. It was not optimum, but guards would
> only have attracted attention.
>
> The equipment was housed behind a wall of breezeblocks in the middle of
> the warehouse. The breeze blocks extended half-way to the roof - around
> 15 feet.
>
> This was the target area.
>
> Behind the wall was the large Tesla Coil containing the uranium source,
> a device around four and half feet tall with a doughnut-shaped metal
> coil on top.
>
> Diagonally across the room, on the other side of the target area, sat a
> powerful Van de Graaf generator capable of producing a 250,000 volt DC
> static charge.
>
> The other prominent piece of technology was a three-and-a-half-foot
> double-ended Tesla Coil, known as the 'dumb-bell', suspended from
> supports running across the top of the wall.
>
> Between these three main equipment items were an assortment of smaller
> devices, all connected to each other by multiple coils of wire and
> cabling.
>
> There were tuning capacitors, high-voltage transmission caps, RF coils
> and a spark gap that would snap every 40 seconds or so sending an
> ear-splitting shockwave throughout the building while it was up and
> running.
>
> Now, though, as the equipment warmed up prior to the test, all it
> emitted was a low-intensity hum.
>
> Outside the target area lay a pile of unclaimed scrap metal. Leaning
> against the wall were three old street lights and a spool of wire
> hawser. Set in front of them sat a rusting horse-drawn plough, three
> times the weight of a man.
> In the flickering light of the monitoring screens members of the team
> would see their flickering shadows moving on the edge of their vision.
> Several said it made it feel like there were people there, watching
> them.
>
> Between the scrap metal and the target area a bank of receivers and
> monitoring equipment rested on a workbench.
>
> Hutchison, then in his late 30s, sat at the bench watching monitors and
> tuning dials.
>
> The Pentagon and DoE evaluation team had flown in from across the border
> the previous night. The atmosphere was relaxed as it could be -
> shirt-sleeves, first-name stuff - but everyone was tense. No one knew
> what to expect; no one, that is, except Big Bad Bob, the crusty old
> sceptic from the Los Alamos National Laboratory.
>
> What was happening here, Bob told anyone who'd listen, was just a bunch
> of smoke and mirrors, a waste of time, effort and money.
>
> His sidekick, another John, was blessed with a more open mind and, given
> the nature of the assignment, he expressed the view, though not when Bob
> was around, that this was no bad thing.
>
> Only a few days earlier, tongues of fire had licked their way up through
> the concrete floor, a manifestation of the Effect that had not been
> encountered before.
>
> Everyone except Bob had accepted the Canadians' version of events at
> face value.
>
> As Hutchison adjusted the monitoring equipment, he could hear the ladder
> behind him groaning under Bob's considerable bulk. Bob was gazing down
> on the equipment from the top of the wall. (Hutchison never made clear
> to me the reasons for the wall. Had it been put there to contain the
> Effect or possible fall-out from it - an explosion perhaps?) Colonel
> Alexander, who was pacing in the shadows to the left of the workbench,
> asked him what he could see.
>
> The equipment was humming and the cameras were turning. The target, a
> length of steel rod, wasn't moving - wasn't even quivering - so no
> friggin' surprise there, Bob replied.
>
> Just then, the radio crackled. Bob's deputy was running some cheeks with
> special monitoring equipment outside the building. He was 300 feet from
> the warehouse and picking up some kind of distortion. Something, he
> said, was happening
>
> Alexander stepped out of the shadows and studied one of the monitors. He
> peered at the readings, then glanced at the video image of the steel
> bar, but it was just as Bob had said: nothing was moving. Nothing had
> changed.
>
> Suddenly, without anyone touching anything, the ceiling lights switched
> on and began to glow intensely bright. For a moment, the entire floor
> area was bathed in incandescent white light. Then the bank of bulbs
> blew, sending a shower of red-hot filaments and glass onto the target
> area.
>
> Except for the glow from the monitors, the warehouse was plunged back
> into darkness. Bob, who was standing a little to the right of Hutchison,
> started to laugh.
>
> Out of the corner of his eye, over by the scrap area, the Canadian
> caught the movement, real movement this time, and instinctively ducked
> his head.
>
> The crash was followed by a cry from Big Bad Bob, then silence.
>
> The plough had sailed across the room at shoulder height and buried
> itself into the wall close to where he had been standing.
>
> After the INSCOM team departed, Hutchison's work continued. The lab
> moved again to a different part of' Vancouver and people came and went.
>
> This much I know to be true, because Hutchison showed me copies of the
> reports.
>
> Among Hutchison's visitors at this time was Jack Houck of the McDonnell
> Douglas aerospace corporation, who in 1985 spent two days analysing the
> Effect. Houck came away satisfied that no fraudulence had occurred
> during the experiments he attended, during which, in a subsequent
> report, he pronounced that 'some very interesting events' had been
> captured on video-tape. However, he went on, 'some of the biggest events
> occurred outside the target area. The first evening a gun-barrel and a
> very heavy (60 lb) brass cylinder were hurled from a shelf in the back
> corner of the room onto the floor. Simultaneously, on the opposite side
> of the room toward the back, three other objects were hurled to the
> ground. One was a heavy aluminium bar inch by 2 "2' 'Inch by 12 inch).
> It was bent by 30 degrees.'
>
> Houck attested to the randomness of the Hutchison Effect and postulated
> that it might in part be attributable to psychokinesis - that Hutchison,
> in other words, was either boosting the energy generated by the
> machinery with his mind or that his mind alone was responsible for the
> manifestations produced.
>
> These phenomena, Hutchison was now able to report, included
> time-dilation - pockets of altered space-time within the target area -
> and, most extraordinary of all, the capacity of the Effect to turn metal
> ingots transparent. It was as if, momentarily, the ingots were there,
> but not there; visible in outline yet totally see-through.
>
> It had been Hathaway's dream in the early stages of their work to
> develop Hutchison's machinery into a 'stationary launch-assist' device:
> an anti-gravity aerospace platform.
>
> This was based on his initial belief that the inertial properties of the
> machinery itself appeared to have altered during some of the
> experiments; this, in addition to the clearly altered weight condition
> of the objects placed in the target area - objects that I'd seen in the
> video Bushman had showed me in Texas.
>
> But in 1986, Hutchison and Pharos Technologies went their separate ways,
> Pezarro and Hathaway having failed to secure the kind of backing for the
> Effect they'd always hoped for. It all fell apart, Hathaway said, when
> it was suggested that Hutchison 'was an integral part of the apparatus;
> that the Effect, in other words, was unachievable without the presence
> of Hutchison himself.
>
> For his part, Hutchison vehemently denies this, but the fact that the
> most spectacular manifestations of the Effect always seemed to occur
> when he was around is hard to refute. The psychokinesis proponents hold
> this up as evidence that their theory is the right one; the
> technologists counter that it is Hutchison's intuitive feel for the
> machinery, his ability to tune it to the hair's-breadth tolerances
> required for things to start happening, that makes his presence
> necessary.
>
> The fact that two aerospace companies - Boeing and McDonnell Douglas -
> felt it necessary to investigate the Hutchison Effect is at least
> telling.
>
> Boeing partly funded a series of experiments during the late 1980s. By
> then, however, Hutchison had become disenchanted with the Canadian scene
> and in 1989 went on a scouting tour of Europe intent on moving his lab
> to either Austria or Germany. When he came back to Vancouver at the turn
> of the decade, he found the Canadian government had confiscated half of
> his equipment. The Royal Canadian Mounted Police maintained that it
> constituted an environmental hazard; Hutchison that the Canadians had
> been leant on by the Americans.
>
> Hutchison's suspicions were compounded when attempts to have the Los
> Alamos report released under the Freedom of Information Act resulted in
> failure.
>
> No one in officialdom had been able to locate the files. It looked as if
> the report had been buried.
>
> Later, Col. Alexander, the head of the INSCOM group, told me that the
> report had been classified, but was subsequently downgraded to
> 'confidential'. In the end, it had been 'routinely destroyed'.
> Alexander's take on the plough incident was also markedly different from
> Hutchison's. On the day in question, he said, nothing mysterious had
> happened. That, from INSCOM's point of view was the problem.
>
> 1 asked Alexander what he felt about it all.
>
> '0h, it's real all right,' he told me, ' the trouble is, sometimes it
> works and sometimes, it doesn't. But four out of five of us came away
> believing.
> <snap>
-- Walter Watts Tulsa Network Solutions, Inc. "No one gets to see the Wizard! Not nobody! Not no how!"
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