Linda Brown – Daughter of Thomas Townsend Brown (TTB)

This information and most of what was written here came directly from my families archives. Notice that it was posted here on 2007! When I think that I am being impatient I remind myself that I have a perfect right to be that way. Look how long those around me have been working on getting information on Dad out there. I especially liked this"

This is from the Alternative Energy Institute link above..........

"On a trip to New York with his mother, he contacted Dr. Lee DeForest, inventor of the radio-telephone and vacuum tube. Townsend was only 16 years old when he bought one of DeForest's vacuum tubes and brought it back home with him, but he was able to construct a broadcasting station with it, the first such transmitter in Ohio. Even though he used only 10 watts of energy to power the transmitter, he received a postcard that he had been heard in California. Every Saturday night at the local college, he broadcasted music by an amateur orchestra called the "Green Imps." Although Dennison University turned off the lights at 10 p.m. when the school's generator was shut down, Brown devised an alternative system that carried the broadcast until 11 p.m. At that time there were only two other broadcasting stations in the country, WJZ of New York and KDKA of Pittsburgh. My Dad.... running a pirate radio station! Now that sounds like him!!!!! Linda

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That "odd dream" has been verified almost two years ago as being correct by the person who accompanied me. As to showing up at the High School, it was as I have always said.
I wonder, when someone on here figures you out and I am referring to those with "true" abilities and they don't wish to have anything to do with you, what will you then say or how will you twist to substantiate you self-sustaining illusionsI will continue to pray for your inner peace."

You make these charges in my direction Mikado but are they more true of you? " When someone on here figures you out???? and they don't wish to have anything to do with you????? what will you then say or how will you twist to substantiate your self-sustaining illusions??????Your statements are always so self-referential Mikado Has someone figured out that you don't have the "powers" that you presented in the past? I don't need to explain that too much because its obvious. You never had those magical powers Mikado. It was your own childhood fantasy.

I can say what I have concluded. I think that you had a fantasy about being the knight in shining armor that was going to find the "holy grail" of my Dads work..... but that didn't work.... and when it didn't... you changed from the Mikado that you had presented to all of us... to the Mikado that you are now. Quite a metamorphis. Into something really nasty.

You say that you have not changed. That you are the same.... but I say that you have

I am not sure of the cause of that rift but you are not the same personality.You blame me of course....BUT If you were the Mikado THEN that you are NOW.... I would never have considered you my little brother. Just read the way that you have treated me here and on the HUT and the nasty way that you have responded to others. Bitter now.... angry......and its all my fault? Thats so convenient!

You were extremely disappointed. And someone had to be at fault. And I have become your target as well as Dave.

And you need to have me around to prove somehow that you did not fail... that someone caused that failure, besides yourself?

Thats the way I see the situation and I am as entitled to that opinion as you are to yours.

I find it humorous now that you have become Reverend Mikado

Linda

I have been pouring over alot of old information about the early days that I experienced with a person that is mentioned in Dads Biography as " Morgan" and I started asking myself just what was it about him that made him interesting to the private intelligence network that my Dad belonged to in the thirties. I know that we all talk about " secret groups" but normally for most of us they don't affect our lives. In this case their actions REALLY affected me ... and still are. Heres something I wrote on the cosmic Token and I would like to share it with you. Musing about how one would go about picking a brand new operative for your group.... what things would you look for if you had been in their shoes? Maybe we can talk about it more here?
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by Linda Brown » Mon Apr 08, 2013 10:08 am

I have been asking myself what qualities would a group like the one that surrounded Dad be looking for in " New recruits" and particularly ( because I am kind of taken ( obviously) by the man that Paul Schatzkin decided to call " Morgan" I have asked myself again what were they looking for in him because he apparently became one of their better choices....

And looking in that direction I just happened to see something that I had already written about this subject. And since its late .... ( three in the morning.... I can hear Paul saying...." don't you EVER sleep) but take a look at what some of us were saying back then on the ttbrown forum. Funny.... I guess my love of horses shines through doesn't it....as well as some other emotions. <g> Sheeze though.... five years ago!

http://www.ttbrown.com/forum/viewtopic. ... ick#p20786

by Linda Brown » Sat Nov 29, 2008 9:33 pm

Everyone,

This idea of " vetting" or even " Prevetting" ( though I am not sure exactly what that might be )... Maybe the prevetting is .... when an applicant shows up with all of the proper qualities .. and passes the initial once over ).0
.... then the " vetting" gets much more technical and challenging. All those challenges.

I know when I "Prevet" a horse maybe the first thing I would do is just react on a gut instinct. Do I like his first impression, do I like the way he moves... and strangely for me... I look at a horses eye ... If he has a "poor eye" the search goes no further.

After that then of course its the trotting down a hard pavement to listen and look for soundness... Its the actual vet report on everything that he could see that I couldn't. Then of course its the ride close in / and out in the open ... just to see if he might be worth the purchase price. Horsemans scenario of course.

Maybe in a way Poor Morgan was subjected to the same kind of thing.

I don't know if I was helpful in that process or not.

Maybe they already knew about Morgan but perhaps he had chances to " disqualifiy himself". What if he had made a real strong physical pass at me while we were in highschool? He has admitting initially considering that. I was, I guess an insult to his record or something .... and though I think I would have been SUCH easy prey for him ... he waited....( Telling Paul years later that the thought had struck him that I should be " protected, not exploited.")

I just wonder if that was one of his first tests? I sure never knew about it if .... I probably would have been soundly upset... but now I think I understand... And considering his reputation with the girls at school ( some of them were my best friends and BOY was he the subject of alot of talk. My head swirled.) But he passed until later ...Still, during that time in our lives he set me aside .... until Florida of course, and even then it was always my choice alone .......

And as soon as that happened ... he got a visit by the Spymaster himself ... his own private boat ride with probably two of the most influential men in a certain level of intelligence. The kid didn't know it but he had cleared past the CIA in one stride.

" They " Picked Dad because he was a scientist ... and his passion was that ... But I have always wondered why it was that " they" picked Morgan. Of course I knew that he had some wonderful mental abilities but he was no scientist at all and the major trait that he seemed to wrap himself in early was his self appointed position of " Guardian". Strange, Isn't it. LindaLinda Brown
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But I need to go back.... to that subject. What was it about the fellow who became Morgan which earned him a spot with that " Group".... what did they see in that lanky red headed kid who happened to speak Russian. Maybe that was most of it right there. He spoke a language that they needed spoken and understood..... I could ask him directly of course. But I have learned through the years that no matter how many languages the man knows how to speak.... he knows how to be silent in all of them. <g> Linda
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Re: Why did THEY pick "Morgan"
by Linda Brown » Mon Apr 08, 2013 10:56 am

So what is the story on " Morgans Thumpstick?

Morgan's "Thump Stick"
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I got into this thought trend a few days ago and seem to still be there..... asking myself alot of questions on the Cosmic Token which I believe are just as important to discuss here on Lady of Lights Forum. I believe that she understands what I am feeling here........Anyway.... this is what I recently posted there.
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by Linda Brown » Sat May 18, 2013 1:56 pm

Just rereading some of these pages I ran across this quote ( strangely... from myself...) that I really liked and I want to make note of it.....

" But I have learned through the years that no matter how many languages the man knows how to speak.... he knows how to be silent in all of them. <g> Linda"

A situation that persists. <g>

But then I thought of something else that will probably be reflected in the rewrite that I am so involved in right now. That was it all along. Paul was looking right at it and couldn't see. Its not what was being said... but what was not being said......... not what was accomplished.... but NOT.....

Paul just wanted to be able to pick the developments off the surface after they had bubbled to there but thats not the story here. The story was right there waiting for him.... WHY do things not make it to the surface... or if they do.... why do they burst apart and disappear into the aether?Thats EXACTLY the question that Paul first posed to me when he got intriqued by Dads story. But somehow he got drawn away from it.

He should have stayed on that line.

But instead he said that Dad was a " ghost" and that his work was not valid because he couldn't find what Dad actually had accomplished in his career. He had promised me that he was writing a biography of my Dad... but at the end of it he declared that because he couldn't identify the physical developments of that work that somehow Dads life was inconsequential. After six years and 600 pages suddenly it was all just a " bag full of empty shells."

What "work" he said in a huff in one of our meetings.....What did he actually DO?

When that question was not answered Paul threw up his hands and stormed off into nothingness... Just like one of those bubbles pops and nothing is ever heard about it again....

The question should have been. What forces were acting on Dad to both encourage and obscure him? THATS the story.... and how Dad reacted to those same forces....the technology has been surpressed... yes.... but how and WHY?

Linda
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by Linda Brown » Sat May 18, 2013 2:12 pm

The easiest answer to the question of " Why did THEY pick Morgan" was because he could do the things that were going to be required of him. In fact he may have been the ONLY one who could do what was needed.

Its the same deal for me. Why me? Because I am exactly what Dad said was going to be vital. I am the moment between the chalk and the eraser.

Why Paul? Because possibly the creative endeavor that he was to put out was never meant to thrive in the way that most of us would expect. Perhaps he was picked because THEY knew that he would do EXACTLY what he chose to do.... and that was to do so much and then quit. Thats the situation. People are encouraged along a road... offered choices... but if they should choose a negative path... its never a real surprise...Was Paul meant to walk away the way that he did?

If he hadn't.... I would never have picked Dads banner out of the dirt. If he had continued and managed to publish a lackluster story and end it on good terms with me..... I would have probably patted him on the back and told him that he had done a good job... too bad the story just sort of lay there without any life to it...... And I would have put the entire project away and gone on with my life.... as I had done for the seventeen years that all of Dads information was locked away in that black trunk. ... BEFORE Paul was encouraged to contact me. He pulled me into the past.... which was where.... for reasons still unfolding.. I was meant to go.

Forces combined to set up a situation where I was hurt and angered and those who know me well enough know that I can be tenacious when challenged like that. And thats precisely what happened. The WAY all of this happened has become so much more clear to me recently but it has taken all this time and effort to get there. And thats just the point I think. I am where someone ( or more properly maybe.... SOME FORCE) wanted me to be. And others also.

And the technology as far as I am concerned is for other minds and other hands. I am not the one who can do any of that. But strangely I do feel that I have my own particular part in this....and nobody but me can fill those shoes....

So to all of you reading this. Look at yourself. I believe that you also have a part in all of this. And its no small thing. We are all connected.....and we are all where we are supposed to be at this very moment. Linda
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And that's precisely it, isn't it? We are ALL where we are supposed to be, being led by unknown (in this level of existence) forces that guide us along the way to do and become what is needed at any given time. I too like to stop and question, even though I already know the simplest answer for all of it, everything that happens in that way, is "because it needed to happen that way to be where we are now with our current thinking and views" and that's always the way.

I wear my involvement patch proudly. And I will continue to do so until my tasks are complete.

Lady of Light said:

And that's precisely it, isn't it? We are ALL where we are supposed to be, being led by unknown (in this level of existence) forces that guide us along the way to do and become what is needed at any given time. I too like to stop and question, even though I already know the simplest answer for all of it, everything that happens in that way, is "because it needed to happen that way to be where we are now with our current thinking and views" and that's always the way.

I wear my involvement patch proudly. And I will continue to do so until my tasks are complete.

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and I wanted to share with you this last message on the Cosmic Token where I speak of my Moms "involvement." She deserved her " patch" for sure/ Mr. Twigsnapper once told me that my dad would have been, through the years... totally incapable of operating without her mental and loving support. I thought you might see that through the words that she spoke to me in 1967.

The REWRITE Chapter 30 material I know you all understand is offered here to share but I do expressly have a copywrite interest in it. Thanks for honoring that. Linda


"by Linda Brown » Sat May 18, 2013 3:38 pm

And this is something in the REWRITE of the Good-Bye Man that I just posted... its the beginning of the new Chapter 30....and captures the moment that Mother and I left Philadelphia to join Dad in California. The big project at Deckers which we had worked on all summer had shut down suddenly and mysteriously.....well.... its a long story...this is just one section I thought was appropriate here....

"REWRITE Chapter 30

Mother and I lived out of our suitcases for the next 150 days.

Once Philadelphia was hours behind us we were comfortable that no one had followed us out of the city.

I was driving but took a moment to look over at Mother who was holding Hobbit in her lap. The cat was fast asleep.

What a trooper I thought of Mom! She had walked away from a city and a lifestyle that I knew she loved. I noted for the first time though how tired and worn she suddenly looked and realized at that moment what a tremendous price she had paid for Dads sake. Didn't she have a right to SOME stability, comfort and security?

I asked her to tell me about the days that she and Dad were courting. I think I was hoping to discover what magic he held that caused her to follow him without question. Wherever he decided to go, no matter how suddenly he uprooted us. This had been happening my entire life.

" According to the Zanesville gossips your Dad was a wild playboy but I found him to be the exact opposite. Oh. Paul Gray had a way with the ladies and he was Townsends best friend, so many people assumed the old " birds of a feather" thing applied... but your Dad was DIFFERENT, He was quiet and sweet and kind of shy and he talked of things that were far away from Zanesville. I kept noticing on our first date how wonderful his eyes were. A sort of odd crystal blue. When he smiled at me I just lit up inside. We sailed out on Buckeye Lake.... you know how big it is.... and he talked and talked. I began to realize that he really didn't have anyone that he trusted to share those ideas with. I knew then in a flash that I was supposed to be that person. That was to be my role. It took me a couple of weeks before the meaning of what he was telling me really sank in, but I knew that this was the most important information that I would ever hear and that this man was going to need me, probably for the rest of his life. That was pretty heady stuff for a sixteen year old."


I knew then in a flash that I was supposed to be that person. That was to be my role

Mother was " chosen" then in 1927. You see. This is a multigenerational project as someone once said. Linda
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This is a non-sequiter, but it seems appropriate here. When my dad traveled for his government job, he always brought something back for my brother and me. After one of his Cape Canaveral trips, he brought me my Mattel Fanner 50 six-shooter. He brought my brother a missal, a Catholic prayer book. My childhood mind equated missal with missile, since the work trip had been to Cape Canaveral and it was the early sixties. A lot of the unexplained information I get involves homonyms. I get specific spellings in my dreams, I think so that I'll remember them, then I have to figure out that what's really involved is the other spelling and a completely different meaning. I think a lot of that is going on.

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Lady of Light. I wanted to share this experience with you. I thought that you would certainly understand it.....even though it might seem really strange to some...


This is a response to a cosmic-token member that I posted this morning but it also belongs here!
We were talking about things being faster than the speed of light and what that would me regarding communications between planets... consider... if you got a signal from a planet 50 light years away.... that planet is now 50 years older and more advanced than when it sent its signal.... what are its capabilities when you finally get that signal?.... thats why having intantaneous communication is the only reasonable thing.... You just can't operated without it.... anyway... this was what hit me this morning..........

"Dad tried to explain it to me when I was nine years old. Of course how do you explain that kind of concept to a horse crazy kid. You talk about fat slow ponies (particles that can only go up to the " speed of light") and then the stable he said that the Creator maintained of fine thoroughbreds ( That never went slower than the speed of light).....a whole stable full he said.....

Of course he was talking about particles that we call all kinds of names now... but to me.... at that time... that was the only distinction that made a difference...

Good morning everybody. This is going to be a wonderful day. I am nearing the end of what I like to call the REWRITE of the first section..... and I am trying not to get too pleased with myself but I like it so far.

I think that I have had more help than has been visible ....Last night I COULD NOT FIND THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER that I was working from.... SO I sat down and just pounded out a replacement for it.... and somehow got caught up in a stream of information that I thought I had forgotten... anyway... it made a darned good chapter... filled with information that was totally missing in the original that I was looking for and couldn't find. I went to bed exhausted but with that new chapter safely stashed in the rewrite. This morning I find my "missing chapter" on the top of my desk... in plain sight! Now I am probably losing it mentally. Because I SWEAR to you that the thing was NOT there. If it was..... I would have used it and not gone to the exceptional trouble of writing a whole new replacement chapter but now that I look back on it.... its all information that needed to be said and somehow had been left out of the original. Its as if someone grabbed me by the scruff of the neck. yanked me hard in one direction and then let go.... and after I had complied... they gave me my old chapter back so that I could continue.

I am telling you. Its getting odd around here.

But isn't that the way that it always has been?... for all of us I think........ anyway...... its going to be a good day....... Linda

CAT recently mentioned that it had come to her that one word could be used as another... that there were odd links in her experience in the way that words were used and it made me think of this incident which I would like to share with you.

I am hoping that the " baby" who is out there now maybe someday will read these words and will appreciate that her parents were so very proud of her that they would even announce her to the Russians during the cold war! Now thats special! So proud that they were yelling from the mountaintop in a wonderful way!

Anyway... this is what I put on the token

"Of course while I am going over the material from " The Good-Bye Man" and doing the "REWRITE" of the chapters I notice how many things were not said. And for some reason I have focused on the summer of 1960 because so much was happening and none of it on the surface where I was operating at the time!

To me that was the greatest summer ever. We had stopped traveling and were living in Alexandria Virginia. The apartment complex was a set of three large buildings shaped like Xs and we lived on one of the top floors on the one closest to the pool and the river bank... which had a wonderful Marina. Dad had bought a 45 foot Elco Cruiser so we were on the river most of the summer.

One of my favorite pictures of my parents was taken by Beau Kitselman. He gathered us together on the forward deck of the Duchess and he must have said something funny because from looking at the picture I can tell that my Dad is absolutely delighted with whatever he said... but then... in my experience Beau Kitselman was always very good at making my Dad laugh.

I do remember something that didn't get into the picture though. But I am not sure that the visit and this happening corresponds with this timeline. I am hoping someone out there might be able to help me.

I didn't realize at the time that Mom and Dad took it nearly for granted that our phone was bugged. They always used what they called the " family code"... strings of words that said one thing but totally meant another. At this time even I hadn't caught on to what they were doing... and I think that Beau sort of played along with much of this messaging system....

I am not sure what was happening with his work but we seemed to be getting really interesting visitors down on the boat and they had usually come from the lab ... or were going there... I think that many of them felt that the boat... cruising down the Potomac might have been a safe place to discuss things.... all very hush hush.....Dads unit was lifting its own weight, plus ten percent and that was big NEWS and very exciting.

I just mention this because of a funny little incident that I just remembered. On this summertime trip Mrs. Kitselman announced on the phone to mother that she was going to have a baby! Of course Mother and Dad were delighted for them but afterward I overheard my Mother say.... "I wonder if Bunny knows that even the Russians now know! Or maybe that was intentional on their part.... as if to say..... HEY WORLD... Listen UP!!!!" I didn't really understand what she meant but of course now I see it!

Mother thought it was wonderful .. but Mom and Dad laughed at sort of the irony of it. When you make announcements like that its sort of rare to go worldwide especially in a world that is so busy hiding news from each other!

Linda

Linda Brown said:

I think that I have had more help than has been visible ....Last night I COULD NOT FIND THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER that I was working from.... SO I sat down and just pounded out a replacement for it.... and somehow got caught up in a stream of information that I thought I had forgotten... anyway... it made a darned good chapter... filled with information that was totally missing in the original that I was looking for and couldn't find. I went to bed exhausted but with that new chapter safely stashed in the rewrite. This morning I find my "missing chapter" on the top of my desk... in plain sight! Now I am probably losing it mentally. Because I SWEAR to you that the thing was NOT there. If it was..... I would have used it and not gone to the exceptional trouble of writing a whole new replacement chapter but now that I look back on it.... its all information that needed to be said and somehow had been left out of the original. Its as if someone grabbed me by the scruff of the neck. yanked me hard in one direction and then let go.... and after I had complied... they gave me my old chapter back so that I could continue.

I am telling you. Its getting odd around here.

But isn't that the way that it always has been?... for all of us I think........ anyway...... its going to be a good day....... Linda

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Welcome to MY world, LOL!! No, you're not crazy, not in the least. It really wasn't there! Things like that happen around HERE all the time!

It was removed so that you would go over it COMPLETELY, and from a new perspective. What was written NOW, would not have been written as such if not for the chapter disappearing in the first place.

Lady of Light.

I thought that you might be interested in seeing this link. I know that you did not know much about my Dads " work" when I first found came to your site. Perhaps this will help you understand that this is important stuff.... another reason that some are trying so hard to discredit whatever I would choose to say. Thats not going to work and you have been a wondrous shelter from that storm. I thank you.

http://integrityresearchinstitute.org/Enews/EnewsJune2012.htm

OK. THAT'S the room I saw, but NOT the device(s) that were in that vision of mine. Definitely the room, or one VERY similar. Looking at those pictures I get a very strange sensation of "I was there". Weird for me.

Lady of Light. In the oddest of ways I think that you probably were there because I know the scene that you are talking about... something we need to talk about personally someday.

until then. I know that I have mentioned Beau Kitselman here and that he was Dads best friend. Yesterday one of my cosmictoken members posted this quote from Kitselman and I think it needs... and in fact... is almost requesting to be here. This is what he had to say in 1946.

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"This book was written in the hope of finding friends for the Intelligence, which is real, though not yet (January 1946) as large as herein described. If you feel yourself to be such a friend, do not conceal the fact; the writer will be pleased to hear from you. At a time when one of the world's most respected governments is planning an experiment (exploding an atomic bomb under water), which is likely to cause more death and destruction than did both world wars, the Intelligence needs friends."


And that phrase haunts me...... The intelligence needs friends.

The Intelligence STILL needs " Friends" and this is what this is all about folks. If you see it, as I am sure that Lady of Light does and many of the others here too.... then at least we know what we are being challenged with......... if you have no idea what we are talking about then that is alright too... though a great loss I believe. Linda

Linda Brown said:

Lady of Light. In the oddest of ways I think that you probably were there because I know the scene that you are talking about... something we need to talk about personally someday.

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I look forward to that conversation.

I am looking forward to that Lady of Light, in a big way.

I just discovered this which might be interesting to those who have discovered the " work" of Townsend Brown for the first time. There are solid references to his developments. And this might help...

The "Lifter" Phenomenon
What makes it especially interesting to me is this statement

Tom Valone5,6 has compiled much useful information about the patents and work of T.T. Brown. He notes, "Unknown to many non-conventional propulsion experts, T. Townsend Brown's electrogravitics work after the war [WWII] involved a classified multinational project. American companies such as Douglas, Glenn Martin, General Electric, Bell, Convair, Lear, and Sperry-Rand participated in the research effort. Britain, France, Sweden, Canada, and Germany also had concurrent projects from 1954 through 1956."

The NASA Patent— and Denials
Another remarkable development in this lifter saga occurred this year. A NASA employee was awarded a U.S. patent, #6,317,310 on the asymetrical capacitor thruster and it is assigned to NASA! We have reproduced key introductory portions of this patent (see p. 30) which seems to be grand theft of the intellectual property of T.T. Brown, with no referencing thereof! The abstract glibly states:

"The high voltage source applies a high voltage to the conductive elements of sufficient value to create a thrust force on the module inducing movement thereof."There is no discussion whatsoever in this patent of the infamous "ion wind" explanation of the thrust. Given that NASA is in the business of space travel in vacuo, it is implicit that the inventor and agency believes this technology is relevant to spaceflight— either that or it is grossly misleading people. Is NASA somehow trying to slip potentially reactionless thrusters (i.e. Newton's Third Law— violating technology!) or heretical "antigravity" technology into the public arena? Probably not.

As it is often said, "Never attribute to malice what is more readily explained by stupidity." From an internal NASA memo (sent to Ventura in late May 2002):

An article appeared in the May 11, 2002, issue of Wired.com/news, by Michelle Delio, about the controversial, and as— yet unresolved, "Lifter" effect; also known as "Asymmetrical Capacitors," "Electrogravitics," and the "Biefeld-Brown effect (circa 1955)." This effect claims anomalous thrust from high-voltage capacitors, and therefore, falls within the scope of Breakthrough Propulsion Physics (BPP). Marc Millis [of NASA] was quoted in the article. The version cited in the Wired article is from Tim Ventura, a UNIX programmer for AT&T Wireless. This topic is controversial because most of the recent work, work that was not coordinated with the BPP Project, has focused on promoting claims rather than on credibly resolving the unknowns, and has published these claims in inappropriate venues. Such activities have tainted the overall credibility of BPP research, by association. Fortunately, a new effort, involving a reprogrammed Congressional earmark, has been tasked to conduct an independent experimental test of these "Asymmetrical Capacitor" claims. This new effort, managed by MSFC's Gary Johnson, involves a MSFC-managed earmark to the West Virginia Institute for Software Research (ISR). This work is now being coordinated with BPP Project.
Yet other "PR" on this topic from NASA alleges that the ion wind explanation suffices to explain Biefield-Brown! Well, the physics establishment has had almost a century to deal with this question and has simply ignored it, but now NASA, with its patent already in hand, proposes to perform a funded study on it. . .toward what end?

3. Staff Report. 2002. "Naudin's Lifter Phenomenon," Electric Spacecraft Journal, 33, January 16, 18-22.
4. Davenport, L. 1995. "T.T. Brown Experiment Replicated," Electric Spacecraft Journal, 16.
5. Valone, T., ed. 1994. Electrogravitics Systems: Reports on a New Propulsion Methodology, Integrity Research Institute, Washington, D.C.
6. Valone, T. 1995. "T.T. Brown's Electrogravitics," Electric Spacecraft Journal, 14, 24-29.
7. Stein, W.B. 2000. "Electrokinetic Propulsion: The Ion Wind Argument," Purdue University, Energy Conversion Lab (Hangar #3, Purdue Airport, West Lafayette, IN 47906), September 5.
8. Cohen, D. 2002. "Going Up (the latest on Evgeny Podkletnov gravity shield experiments)," New Scientist, January 12, 173, 2325, 24-27.


And of course this is the statement that has been so true and which you and this forum are helping to reveal even further..........

"Unknown to many non-conventional propulsion experts, T. Townsend Brown's electrogravitics work after the war [WWII] involved a classified multinational project.

And this quote from the above which might catch some of your more astute hobbyists attention!

"by Eugene F. Mallove
Introduction
All over the world, a strange hobby is gathering force— the making of cheap, lightweight craft of aluminum foil, balsa wood, and thin wire, which "thrust" themselves silently upward in defiance of gravity. The model airplane-type structures, superficially resembling triangular kites, have no wings, propellers, or moving parts. Indoors or out, the craft leap upward against nylon tethers that hold them back from zooming ever higher!

The "power" source for such craft? Nothing more than a ground-based high-voltage power supply (30,000 volts and above)— often scavenged by tinkerers from old computer monitors. The internet-linked hobbyists compete to see how much mass (actually, weight) of payload (now in the several grams range) their "lifters" can carry. They proudly display their new designs and accomplishments in internet images and video clips; consult the several websites referenced to view the videos and the original material.1

Even more amazing about this space-age hobby: There is no clear, generally accepted physics explanation about how these craft work! In electronics terms, they are asymmetrical capacitors (one side or electrode holding more charge than the other) onto which charge has been applied from a DC source. There is an unmistakable force generated that makes these craft experience movement in the direction toward the smaller-sized electrode. The "skeptics," of course, have the usual knee-jerk reaction that this odd phenomenon can be explained very simply. They contend that the craft are simply imparting motion to ionized air molecules and are thus relying on jet thrusting action of propelled mass, i.e. it's just "ion wind." But some (not all) experiments, and all calculations of the "ion wind" explanation that I have seen, find it quite insufficient (by orders of magnitude, depending on the assumptions) to explain the "antigravity" thrusting. Are these lifters then, in part, "reactionless thrusters," or are they manifesting, in part, genuine antigravity effects?

Know well that some of these lifters have been turned 90 degrees and used in pairs to thrust horizontally about a shaft, creating an interesting motor effect. (What are the energetics and ultimate efficiencies of such motors? These are interesting and important questions, to be sure.) It is not possible to say one way or the other how lifters work their magic— and that is part of the excitement and charm of this area. This is a field ripe for open-ended experimentation and development of products.

Bear in mind that the conditions and parameters of individual experiments are very important— firm conclusions about physics cannot be drawn from a single isolated experiment, no matter how carefully done. What is the voltage level, degree of asymmetry of the capacitor, orientation, steady DC power vs. pulsed DC power, etc.? It may well be, for example, that the truly interesting physics emerges only at higher voltage levels; there is evidence of that in the historical record of"electrogravitics"— Thomas Townsend Brown's work (see below)— from which this field emerged.2

They talk openly of "lifters" but one of the first demonstrations for a " lifter" was by my Dad in a lab at Dupont Circle Building..... in 1955. I mention that experience in " The Good-Bye Man"... I was only 10 but was already learning how to " blend in" at his lab so that no one would notice me ...and that demonstration was a wonder.

But ask yourself. From 1955 to now.....what has been developed? Linda

Linda

This is what my impression was like in 1955... drawn from a very rough rewrite draft......I still have a very long way to go but this will give you an insight on the contribution that I may be able to lend, from my particular standpoint..............

REWRITE Chapter Eight

That summer of 1955 Daddy occasionally took me with him to Washington so that we could spend some extra time together.. The long car would glide up to the carriage house after dinner on Saturday night and collect the two of us. The driver, almost always someone new, never said a word during the trip to he city, but I took no offense. I was thrilled to have Daddys undivided attention and chattered non-stop about what I had been doing that week. I told him about my favorite horse or about the adventures of my last trail ride. By the time we got to his apartment near Dupont Circle I usually had worn myself out and was ready for him to make up the cot he kept folded and stashed under his bed.

If the weather was nice the next morning we would take a cab down to the bank of the Potomac river, almost directly under the large bridge that reached over to the Virginia side. The dock was always crowded with families or couples shoving their silver rental canoes into the water. But only a select few had their own private canoe and I was extraordinarily proud of Dads It was big and wooden, beautifully varnished on the inside and sported a shiney light grey hull with a smart navy stripe along the edge.


He always called ahead and ordered a picnic lunch which would be waiting at the dock. We looked forward to finding out what surprises the ice chest held and never knew exactly what would be packed. We always celebrated when we discovered a couple of pieces of cherry pie with the rest of the meal. After loading the cooler we always paddled upstream and spent the day exploring the various little rocky islands that dotted the center of the river. It was a different world up there. The tree branches reached over the waters edge and there was no sign of the city,,,, at the very end of the day we would turn the big canoe into the current and come bounding and whooping as the swiftwater swept us effortlessly downstream.

On special evenings we ate dinner at a fine restaurant with crisp white tablecloths and heavy silver settings where each table seemed to have its own waiter. We had long conversations about faraway places but the most fun of all were the nights when I went to work with Dad right after dinner.

The first evening he handed me a white lab coat and advised me to put my hair "up". saying..." Just stick close to me and don't say anything to anyone." I felt terribly important and when the security guard signed us in and waived us through the door I was sure that he was completely taken by my disquise.

The walls of Dads lab were marked with scarey signs that said HIGH VOLTAGE and the grey concrete floor had yellow lines painted on it.Desks were scattered about the huge room as if someone had just said...." Here, this will do" and plopped them any old where. Dads office was at one side of this enormous room and thats where "we" worked... or rather... he worked at his desk and I sketched or curled up on his leather couch with a soft blanket. Sometimes we would not leave the lab until two or three in the morning but I found that very exciting..

..One night I fell asleep on that couch and he woke me to let me know that there would soon be visitors in the lab " Sweetie I have some " Brass coming to visit. I would like you to sit at that desk over there by the window until they have come and gone. Just practice your typing and look busy and don't say anything or make eye contact with anyone."

The " Brass " filed in as a group of about ten gentlemen, Most of them, but not all , were wearing crisp military uniforms. Of the " civilians I recognized Dr. Sarbacher and Mr. Lear, whom I had met previously. I almost waved to them but remembering Dads caution I immediately buried my attention on the paper I was pretending to transcribe. Mother had given me a little rhyme about a quick fox and a lazy dog and she had said that if I typed that constantly I could eventually be an expert typist. At the very least it made me sound professional and busy.

I peeked at the group out of the corner of my eye while I clattered away at the typewriter. Some of the men in uniforms were talking to each other, a couple were speaking to Dad but their leader was quite gruff and acted as if he was already late for the more important things that he had to do that day. I thought that whatever Dad had wanted to show them he should probably be quick about it.

Daddy directed their attention to balsa wood model that looked like an oversized envelope made out of aluminum foil. " From everything that you know about science, if I apply power to this.... will it move?"

The important man took a moment to walk around the wingless contraption, "NO" he snapped." Certainly not!" in a tone of voice that seemed to say " What a complete waste of time this morning is turning out to be"

" Would you like to bet your career on that?" Dad asked, at the same time reaching over to a black knob like the one that made my electric train go around. He turned it a bit to the right and the silver envelope started to shiver. The most curious of the men, those closest to it..... took a half step backward. Dad turned the knob some more and the packet shook even harder and began to hiss. The men stepped back still again. bumping into each other in the process. and I couldn't help but look at them directly. Dads model had unexpectedly and suddenly popped up until it hovered dead level with the Admirals wide open mouth. I thought that it was the greatest sight that I had ever seen,

The meeting didn't last much longer. The men walked out almost as quickly as they had walked in but they were noticeably quieter this time. As soon as the door closed behind them I asked what it all meant. Dad beamed at me and said.... " Oh, a whole lot of things Sweetie. A whole lot of things

I have a question for some of you intrepid investigators...

Why do you think that Mikado has developed such a passion to discredit whatever I might choose to say.
Why do you think that Paul Schatzkin ( author of the only authorized biography of T. Townsend Brown) worked for six years. wrote a manuscript of over 600 pages) and then a couple of weeks after meeting with Mikado..... threw up his hands... declared publically that there was nothing to the story or the work of Townsend Brown, shut down his Forum and basically walked off. He published a blog on his website called the EPIC FAIL. Its out on the Internet now and if anyone is interested to see what he SAID were his reasons for quiting I think its easy to bring up.....

And then... probably only because of contractual obligations with me he published the UNEDITED manuscript....

Why did all of this happen?

Since then folks like Zorgon have tried to discredit me entirely... even in fact trying to say that I am not Townsend Browns daughter....and yet.... Zorgon spends good money to buy a letter that my Dad happened to write that became available on an Internet auction.

Why would he even care.

Alot of stuff going on here folks and its all connected. Anyone have any theories. I am all ears. Linda