Linda Brown – Daughter of Thomas Townsend Brown (TTB)

This is something that I posted on the cosmic-token forum just a short time ago but I believe that it belongs here too.....thank you for giving me a spot Lady of Light. Linda
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by Linda Brown » Fri Sep 13, 2013 6:05 pm

As we make progress here, expect the Mikado Element to swing into action. as it happened on Zorgons Forum. People suddenly turned on each other. It was like a smoke bomb had been discharged in the middle of them. Sudden almost mass hysteria. I watched it happening and I recognized the cause of course but how can you explain things to people who just are not ready to see?

So if you sense it starting to happen here ( and we WILL be a target) stop for just a moment and try to see what is behind the scenes and whose agenda will that disruption of thought benefit.

Mikado showed up.... and Paul shut his Forum down.... published a book without one page of editing or proof reading done.... posted a blog calling the whole six years work a wasted effort....and he has since sunk way beneath public view when it comes to the subject of Townsend Brown.

Then Mikado turned to me.... the diversion was that he was helping me... encouraging me to post on something that he set up .... for me.... he said.... the ttownsendbrown.com site. Alot of talk about how it was supposed to be MY house and was that he was my " little brother"

But suddenly when I got wind of there being another agenda that was using me as both a mascot and bait......I pulled away... the mask on Mikado came down and now if you check with the "Hut" ( ttownsendbrown.com) you will not see a message from anybody except Fred ( Mikados companion) in December of last year I think and a recent strange entry from Mikado... thats it. The rest of the Forum has been effectively blocked from public interaction.

And then of course I think that I shocked the hell out of Mikado when I did several things that were his worst nightmare. I started the cosmic token and then the thomastownsendbrown.com site.... he thought that I would just walk off.... but I didn't

So he dogged my tracks. just read some of the things that were posted on the HUT and then on Zorgons site . He created real havoc over there...I tried to warn them but they thought that our " dispute" was just a simple personality bicker or even a lovers feud. No one there had any concept of the kind of war that was actually being waged.

So any information regarding what my input over on Zorgons site has been effectively marginalized.

So expect turmoil. It will generate and it will come in our direction. But I think finally we have all reached the tipping point here where we can FEEL the problem before it even hits.... and we will be victorious over it. I have to thank Lady of Light on her Forum. She immediately saw what was happening. No one really had to even try to explain things to her. She was already there.... she offered me a thread and as we speak that thread has had more than 15000 viewers to it.... soon to be 16,000. That is wonderful and I thank them all very much.


Linda Brown

And I wanted to share this with you all.....
Thinking of Raymond alot this morning

This was posted on the cosmic token..................

by Linda Brown » Sat Aug 31, 2013 1:16 pm

Recently I checked my phone messages. There were two. The latest left was the one that I listened to and of course responded to first. It was Serge asking me to call him, saying that he had an important message for me and of course you all know now what that meant. Serge would be the one to spread the news of Raymonds passing, so I was prepared when I returned his call.

I wasn't however, prepared for the next call.... it of course was the first one recieved... and it was from Raymond. The sound of his voice shocked me... He, of course, was worried about the Cosmic Token being "down".... and I assured him that it was just a temporary glitch and that things would be rolling along soon. Raymond was positive and up beat... and thats the way that I want to remember him. He even mentioned at the end that he knew Logan would guide the ship.

And I wanted to respond to that.

We are both sad to lose you on this side Raymond, but we both know that this is an ongoing process and you have just done what Mother said she was going to do, just before she died.... " I have gotten as much as I possibly can from this body Sweetheart.... I am just going to shed it and go on." she said.

And thats precisely what she did. I understand that was the way for Raymond too.

His flame is still here on the Cosmic Token and the Resolute and it WILL NOT GO OUT.

Raymond was the only true "Man in Black" wearing tennis shoes. <g>

Linda

Running is easier in tennis shoes.

Cat

I notice that elsewhere Mikado is trying to float the idea that Paul Schatzkin was not doing proper research/ And though you all know that I have been disappointed with Pauls publication of his biography of my Dad in the form that he chose to present it ( without one page of editing from the rough manuscript) He DID go to alot of effort to track down material. And verify it. and that wasn't easy.

This is part of the REWRITE of my Memoir. I think that you all need to see how difficult getting proper information has been.....and appreciate the really fine effort that Paul put into his work. This was the meeting that we had with the archivist at Denison University. We had met there to do "proper" research... and so I take real affront to the fact that Mikado would try to say something different.
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"The meeting at Denison tested my patience.

In his official communications with "Nina" she had disclosed to Saul that there was a large file on Townsend Brown but that she would not be able to send him any copies at all. I wondered, as we followed her into the depths of the library, if she had simply said that to rid herself of just one more person who was asking about Dad. She seemed....nonplused .....that we were there. Three of us. Saul introduced me as Elizabeth Helen Drake... his research assistant. Saul had suggested that the pen name of Elizabeth would be helpful when we approached new sources. He feared that people wouldn't be as forthcoming , especially with negative information, if they knew that they were talking to the mans daughter. and I agreed. It was hard though to keep quiet at times.

Nina stated rather bluntly that she felt that Townsend Brown was a liar. Eager to hear how she had arrived at her conclusion I encouraged her to say more. Nina talked non-stop as she lead us to a special caged section of a remote area of the library. She said that Denison University had recieved so many inquiries about Townsend Brown that they had been forced to compile their own file of answers to the commonly asked questions.

She sat with us at a large table and set two files in front of us. One was aproximately an inch thick. The other was bulging at the seams and at least five times as large as the first. The monster file was Dads! The smaller one was devoted to Dr. Alfred Biefeld, professor of astronomy and reportedly a personal friend of Albert Einsteins from their student days in Europe at the turn of the century. It was my father though who had assured Dr. Biefelds place in the history of "electrogravitics".

In the early 1950s one of Dads associates had asked what the Effect that they were working with should be named and it was Dad, I believe, who decided to put the elder professors name before his. It would become known as the Biefeld-Brown Effect. That would have made total sense to Dad. Professor Biefeld had believed in him and encouraged him while other noted men of science disregarded his ideas. And this was his way of showing his regard and respect for his friend and mentor.

" Brown wasn't very truthful" Nina explained carefully. She patted the thin file.Dr. Biefelds son said that his father didn't even know Townsend Brown really. That he was just a lackluster student who used to "hang around" the physics department of the University.

I gritted my teeth and encouraged her to say more while Saul leafed through the other file. He pulled something from the stack and handed it to me. It was a RECENT Email and he first couple of lines astonished me. The words floated up from the page Meadville... company making ozone generators and an electronic levitation system... supposedly for use by satellites.

Dad was working with satellites? In all of the years that we had worked together he had never mentioned satellites at all!. I looked over the Email as carefully as I could but there was no reference to its source at all. The author of that message, whoever it was, went on to report that Townsend Brown arrived in Meadville in a shiny black Lincoln equipped with a radio telephone system and " visited a number of wealthy citizens... concentrating on the elderly, especially widows, raising funds for this ridiculous venture."

I burned as I transcribed those words. There had definitely been something rotten about the "Boys From Meadville." as Saul had referred to them. They had convinced Dad to join them at the end of 1960 but from the moment he arrived they withheld funds from him.... saying at the end that they expected him to go along with their program and only then would they release the thousands of dollars of back pay that they owed him. They were the ones in the black Lincolns, Dads personal car was an Inverness green 1960 Cadillac convertible.

It seemed that the anonymous source had intentionally tied Dad to them, but were they scam artists? Or something even more sinister? The "boys from Meadville" were almost the perfect stereotypes for the CIA at the time. They all wore dark suits and sunglasses. I remembered that particularly. And none of them smiled.

I wondered how dangerous "crossing" these "boys" might have been though. We had left Meadville practically in the middle of the night and went straight to Nassau. The "Boys" apparently thought by witholding Dads pay they could force him into compliance. They just didn't know Dad. But maybe that confrontation was the reason that Charles came to live with us. He didn't smile either I fiigured, looking at all of the paperwork in front of me.... But at least he was on our side! It might have answered some questions I had then though about why it was that we had left so quickly, and gone so far... and why Charles was guarding over Mother and me so carefully.

The insults kept coming with each turn of the page in that big file. A 1999 letter instructed Denison University employees on the proper way to respond if they were asked about Townsend Brown. I thought that odd. The letter continued " I want you all to know that the physics department feels that Browns credentials as a physicist are suspect. They cannot find any documentation linking Biefeld and Brown, either at Denison or outside the University."

How could that be" I asked quietly and Saul just looked at me, knowing I was close to blowing my cover.

Dad had told me that Biefeld had always been very kind and encouraging to him. They had first met on a scientific expedition to Catalina Island when Dad was just out of highschool.

The letter continued in the same derogatory vein." There are no known published papers or monographs within the scholarly arena on the "Biefeld-Brown Effect". The reason I am telling all of you this is so that you can deal with researchers who come along asking about the topic."

Hmmmmmpht. My own novice level web search had turned up scientsts aroung the world pursuing the Biefeld-Brown Effect. In fact in 1994 Temple University had hosted a conference for people following in Dads research footsteps!

Though I was fuming at Denisons dismissal of Dads work and their failure to do their own homework. I still thought that we had been given an important clue in that mysterious Email. And I was looking forward to what we might discover in the fat manilla envelope that I had finally received from the Department of the Navy. I had brought it along on my trip... unopened... until Saul and I could sit quietly together and look over the contents.

We left the University a quiet bunch. It had been a very disheartening visit. I, frankly, was still pissed.. but something else was happening in Sauls head. He was...." crestfallen". I thought that perhaps he was beginning to doubt Dad... and the storyline that he was following. I had just discovered that Saul could be easily swayed by those he considered experts or those more knowledgeable than he.

He brightened up considerably though when we opened the envelope from the Navy and discovered a copy of Dr. Biefelds sworn affidavit stating that he had " personally examined the measurement apparatus and acted as witness to the operation of the said apparatus. He concluded by saying that Thomas Townsend Browns work could lead to the " Identification and measurement of forces hitherto not recognized in physical science or astronomy."I gazed over at the lake that night. In my vision I could see Mom and Dad scudding across the surace on a moonlight sail. Stars twinkled overhead and I noticed that some were actually moving across the sky. Could Daddy really have had expertise in early satellite systems? I went over and over and over again what I recalled of our travels and his work and the answer that came back in a clear message was ...YES, of course! YES.

Sorry about the occasional typos. This is my version of a rough draft.... I am just doing here what I am meant to do ... and that is... be the moment between the chalk ( of things that have been written on the blackboard) and the eraser ( The forces that would forever erase Dads work and his impact.)

Oh and I am sure that we will hear from Mikado in one of his forms or the other. Its hard being an eraser.

Linda

Lady of Light. I am getting ready to post a chapter that speaks of an event in my life that changed the entire course of my history and maybe many others. I thought of you when I wrote it because the main character in it is a Lady that I believe has the same wonderful gifts that you display. You can see in this chapter how she actually TWEAKED the way that history might have otherwise been written.

As soon as the rough draft is finished on my site I will post it here. I think it might make you smile. Linda

This is my rewrite chapter 62... everything is in flux right now but I thought that you would enjoy reading this Lady of Light because it shows you how enormously powerful your ( and others gifted as you are) actions are...

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Fueled with a nice cash advance on the sale of the dogs I was able to rent a car for a couple of weeks and Bitsa and I were on a road trip! The little Yorkie was a joy to travel with and good company and George had adequate proof that this was no cash draining writers joy -trip ( which is what he considered my last trip back East)

I quickly told him though that since I was already going to be in Richmond that I was planning on spending a few days in the Philadelphia area. Paul wanted to walk the grounds of Ashlawn so the he could verify for himself that it was as grand a place as I had told him it was. He wanted to walk through the halls of Great Valley High School too, just to get an idea of what it was like to be a student at the school. He expected that all would reflect in his writing. We also had plans to stop at the Decker facility at Bala Cynwyd and even go into the city to stand by the Lion at Rittenhouse and the Drake Hotel.

Saul flew in from Nashville and we got rooms at a nice motel at King of Prussia which was a central point for all of our research trips.

Many of the places hadn't changed at all but the Decker complex was a big shock to me.It was almost as if the entire estblishment had been wiped off the face of the map. Where we had worked during the summer of 1966,the large " Building Number Four," was completely gone, replaced by a parking lot. They kept many of the fine big trees but we suspected that was because some of them were "dedicated heritage trees" The guard shack was gone. Heck... the high wall was gone. All of the major buildings "On the Hill were erased.

On the ride back to the motel Saul and I discussed different theories about how highly secretive projects were completed, or reassigned. I conjectured that they were probably taken through the first stages of development at one place and then moved to another for subsequent refinement. If the original organization was designed to only go so far and then to drop into obscurity, then the Decker Corporation had become the poster child for that cycle. Saul agreed with that thought. All we had been able to find anywhere with the name Decker on it was the Lane sign posted on an alleyway that went nowhere.


Back in my room later that afternoon I found a card leaning against the phone on the desk. It was from the Mortons Steak House nearby, Someone had written across the face...DINNER FOR FOUR AT EIGHT PM.

Sauls imagination had shifted to overdrive as we approached the door of the restaurant. " Who could it possibly be?" he asked excitedly "Boston maybe?" .... long pause...."Morgan?" He was asking me as if I would know, but I was as clueless as he was.

I saw a flash of a bright blue jacket before I recognized the woman wearing it. It was Annemarie! I jumped to my feet and greeted her with a hug! I had just dropped her little dog off with her in Richmond just a few days before and I certainly wasn't expecting to see her again... and in this way,especially.

Saul had heard me speak of her many times....Now he offered her a tentative handshake. He was not expecting the trim pretty blonde lady with the well dressed, bulked up male companion.

Maybe he thought that the person I had mentioned as sort of a "seer" would look more like an old fashioned witch? Someone who had been handing me"Messages from Townsend Brown". Was she just the strange friend of mine with an odd mental ability? Maybe.

Maybe Saul had thought all along that I was just imagining her? Now, it was pretty obvious that she represented someone who could lead him to the important next steps in the unflolding story of "Doc Brown"? After all, she had made it quite plain that she was acting as hostess at this dinner and that " Boston" was treating all of us.

In the few years that I had known Annemarie she had already proven to me (without a doubt) that she had an uncanny ability to reach out into other dimensions and pull forth information in the forms of symbols and messages as if she were a strangely gifted " advance scout."

I was not convinced of her abilities until the day that she came to me with a complaint. " "Whats this about notepads that HAVE TO be the top flip types? What's the deal with that? I reached for my notebooks but NOOOOO. He wouldn't have anything to do with that! It has to be the yellow ones that flip over. I can't believe that its THAT important to him! Whats the deal anyway? I get the information down, don't I. I get it here , don't I?"

I just stared at her in stunned silence because no one in the entire world would have known that Dad had that kind of requirement when he had someone writing his words. We all had to use those yellow pads and when we got to the end of the page you had to flip the page over. He liked that action for some reason. It was one of his quirks and there was no one left who would have known that but me.

For at least a year Annemarie had sent me detailed messages. Sometimes I didn't understand them but her response always was. " Don't ask me what he means there. I just bring this stuff to you! I can't translate it for you!" And now she was here to visit with us and apparently Boston was treating us to a good steak dinner, an advantage that was not lost on her burley companion. "Oh Lord" Annemarie whispered, "That boy can eat!"

Saul had heard me speak of her many times....Now he offered her a tentative handshake. He was not expecting the trim pretty blonde lady with the well dressed, bulked up male companion. Maybe he thought that the person I had mentioned as sort of a "seer" would look more like an old fashioned witch? Someone who had been handing me"Messages from Townsend Brown". Was she just the strange friend of mine with an odd mental ability? Maybe. Maybe Saul had thought all along that I was just imagining her? Now, was he considering that she obviously represented someone with connections. He needed her to lead him to the important next step in the unflolding story of "Doc"Brown. After all she had made it quite plain that she was acting as hostess at this dinner and that " Boston" was treating all of us.

After dinner Annemarie wanted to talk with us about the progress of the book so her excort excused himself and the three of us returned to my room which was just a couple of doors down from Annemaries. I thought that it was interesting that she happened to take a room that was next to mine and Boroff happened to get a room next to Pauls....at the other end of the building As if she had intentionally put Saul and me in between the two of them. Saul thought that it was amazing that the two of them happened to be staying at the same motel

As usual I sat on the floor resting my back up against one of the queen sized beds, Saul sat on the couch not far away and Annemarie picked the chair behind the desk on my right. She open the discussion with the simple question..." So Saul....." what do you think of Dr. Browns work?"

His answer shocked and then dismayed me! For the next ten minutes, with his hands raised behind his head... Saul complained about how difficult getting information had been and he ended with the whining remark.." What work? The man is a ghost! How can I make a credible statement when there is nothing to back it up!"

While he was talking I was having thoughts , bitter thoughts! It was now July of 2005. It was now July of 2005. We had been diligently working on gathering information since we signed our contract at the beginning of 2003. This was the third cross country trip that I had taken to help him dig for more information. All this time and effort and Saul was saying now that he has nothing? What was it that he was looking for? What kind of a fool had I been?

My blood pressure started to rise. He was whining as if he had no idea who Dad was, as if he had completely discounted all of the information that I had spent months transcribing and sending. He was acting as if Morgan and Boston were inconsequential sources. He was talking as if the Navy records that we finally had in our possession meant nothing at all! As if Dr. Biefelds sworn statement about the Effect that Dad had discovered was meaningless and all of those FBI reports were nonexistant.

Paul kept his hands locked behind his head as he talked. I found that posture suddenly very irritating, but I kept silent. Paul finally concluded his rant by saying that there wasn't even one shred of hard evidence about what Dad had REALLY been doing. He concluded by saying that because of that there wasn't really anything to report then, on the work of Townsend Brown!

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Not finished. You will see the kick to this chapter soon. It was if she took the way things were headed, reached in and twisted the future. A powerful moment.

Linda Brown said:

For at least a year Annemarie had sent me detailed messages. Sometimes I didn't understand them but her response always was. " Don't ask me what he means there. I just bring this stuff to you! I can't translate it for you!"

Click to expand...

That's pretty much my line.

It's true though, I can't explain or translate, I only relay.

Thats exactly why I knew that you would recognize what was going on with her, because you have been there.

Are there moments when someone gifted like that CHANGES the future? Anne was working with information she was getting from my Dad....how was that happening? I have no doubt in the world that the things that she had to say to me were DIRECTLY from him.

And I do feel that she was acting under instructions that evening that I was getting ready to respond to Paul.

Oh, I hope that those of you who are reading the rewrite realize that for many reasons I have blended Pauls name to Saul. same person.....
Saul was on the road to Damascus remember when he had an " experience"
That changed history too.

Linda

and this is what happened next,

"My blood pressure started to rise. He was whining as if he had no idea who Dad was, as if he had completely discounted all of the information that I had spent months transcribing and sending. He was acting as if Morgan and Boston were inconsequential sources. He was talking as if the Navy records that we finally had in our possession meant nothing at all! As if Dr. Biefelds sworn statement about the Effect that Dad had discovered was meaningless and all of those FBI reports were nonexistant.

Paul kept his hands locked behind his head as he talked. I found that posture suddenly very irritating, but I kept silent. Paul finally concluded his rant by saying that there wasn't even one shred of hard evidence about what Dad had REALLY been doing.. He concluded by saying that because of that there wasn't really anything to report then, on the work of Townsend Brown.

THATS IT! I thought suddenly. I am just going to get up, tell him that our association is at an end. I will take him to the airport in the morning and in a couple of days I will stop by on my way home and pick up all of the family archive material that I had loaned him.. Our association would be finished.

As I was watching Saul talk and thinking those thoughts Annemarie was busy writing something. I couldn't tell if she was just drawing or just scribbling. I was a moment away from standing up when she moved her hand so that I could see what she had written, but it was out of Sauls line of sight.

She had written in bold print "DONT DO IT, DONT DO IT, DONT DO IT"

Trusting her as I did, I swallowed hard and remained on the floor. Saul continued to vent until he ran down. When he decided that it was time to go, as he walked past me headed for the door, he leaned over to kiss me on the top of my head... saying...." Just playing the devils advocate, you know that, don't you?" I simply said " Goodnight Saul".

As soon as the door closed behind him Annemarie whispered.... THAT, my dear... was a set up! He was looking to push your buttons so that you would quit and he could get out of your agreement. Don't do it! Don't let him get away with that kind of bullshit! He has a book to write!.



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This is the last chapter............Not completely edited yet but I thought that it might be of interest....
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"By 2008 Saul was posting consecutive chapters in a web Forum he had created. The "installments" came at the rate of about one per week. Thursday seemed to be the magical weekday. The storyline had attracted faithful and serious fans on the Forum who eagerly awaited each new release.

I continued as " Elizabeth Helen Drake", acting as Sauls Forum hostess. I saw my role as the gentle force that was supposed to keep the ball of conversation in play, even when Saul took time away on various vacations.

I didn't actually announce who I was until Saul had reached the point where he could write the words " THE END".. From this point on, he said, it was going to be the process of rewriting and looking for the proper publisher.

I celebrated the Christmas holdays of that year with a feeling of great expectation. I was thoroughly convinced that Saul was going to follow through. He had finished something that he called a " first draft"and was submitting a proposal to a select group of agents.

when I expressed concern that there was alot of my own personal story still included( which actually had nothing to do with Dads life or work) Saul promised that material would be removed or adjusted in the rewrite. "Don't worry about it." He kept saying.

The manuscript was quite long, over 600 pages. I figured that part of his plan to cut it to the proper length was the removal of the material that he had drawn from my journals.

I enjoyed the Christmas holidays totally convinced that he was moving forward positively and that I would be hearing from him soon regarding the rewrite.

But then, just a few days into the New Year of 2009, I started to recieve concerned phone calls from some of the Forum members. Each one of them asked urgently " Why is the Forum "down"? What is happening?"

I did not know and could not reach Saul on the phone. Without speaking a word to me, he posted a missive he called EPIC FAIL on his private Blog. He wrote that he had come to the conclusion that the saga of Thomas Townsend Brown was nothing but a " bag of shells. ( and empty shells at that). He no longer believed in it or any of his primary sources. He concluded by saying that he was going to go into the New Year shed of all of the things that had caused him so much emotional pain." And that" he wrote firmly..." was that!"


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Things sometimes just do not "play out" the way that you figure they should. But that does not mean that they have veered from the path that was meant.

I had completely believed that Saul would write a book that would protect and restore my Dads proper reputation,one that would speak also of the sacrifices that my mother had endured. I grieved over how far short of my expectations the outcome had fallen.

A couple of weeks after posting his EPIC FAIL rant Saul published his admittedly unfinished manuscript as an Ebook.

I had devoted six years of my life, dredged up much emotional stress and even pain and had put my marriage at risk ,only to have the work end so badly. I grieved for Sauls' book the way a mother would grieve over a newborn being laid naked in the snow! In fact, when he finally talked to me on the phone I told him that was how I felt...( that he and I together had created this "wondrous baby", but I felt that he had placed that piece of creation out where it would die from the cold.) Why? Why did you do this Saul? And the only answer he had for me was a strange response, I thought. " I don't know."

There are no adequate words for the devastation that I felt.

And then something very odd began to happen.

When the Forum for the ttbrown.com site " went down" we all started to develop the mental image that we had been on a fine ship that had been steered onto a sandy shoal. One of the Forum members even criticized Saul for " sucking mud in his boilers".

I mentally pictured myself swimming to a far shore and I discovered that I was not alone. To the right and left of me were other Forum members doing the same thing. I discovered that I was not alone in my belief that Dads story was NOT a "bag full of shells".

Perhaps we looked a sorry sight... this mental image of a shipwrecked crew, certainly.

Chris Knight brought his own website...to give our discussions a home for awhile.

Now the mental image changed to that of a bright blue bus giving us a "lift" to another destination! We were a rowdy bunch! And we interacted with each other as if, no matter what had happened with Saul, we were going to continue on a grand and mysterious journey together!

This feeling prompted me to recall some of the words on the yellowed manuscript pages from Dads' odd note which he wrote in 1944. Among other things the " Rain on the Windows" transcript spoke of a man who would disappoint me, after several years. It also spoke of a group of people who would band together, almost magically. The phrase that was used was that they would " self-organize" following a certain flow of information. My Forum friends demonstrated that when they wasted no time organizing and providing for a continued group interaction and existence.

Mom and Dad taught me to follow a positive path . They knew that I would be surrounded by doubts and challenges but they always encouraged me in the steady belief that all would be well. And the Forum members supplied me with hope.

Saul chose to quit and "close up shop".

I chose to accept custody of my part of the story and to "go forth".


I believe that both Saul and I have done what was expected of us by a powerful intelligence and I recognize that this is leading to outcomes still unknown.

The Good-Bye Man isn't entirely about the "work of Townsend Brown". Its the story of a father who was involved in work so secret that he could not answer his own son when he was asked "Why do you choose this, over me?" Its about a daughter who somehow understood the answer would never be given, not by her father nor her lover, who chose to follow the same career. Its about a courageous wife who understood that the passion for the science would always come first with her husband, no matter how much they loved each other. And she was able to accept that reality and still support his lifes work.

And its about others too who have somehow felt that there was a story here worth telling. The members of several Forums have come together in an odd sort of "self organization" to encourage me and to add their voices to something that they sensed was important.
One of them said that our time together has been alot like a journey down an ancient hallway which has been lined with many closed doors on each side. The Good-Bye Man nudges these doors open but then goes on to open even more doors. The detailed investigations into those "rooms" will come later. But if this body of work has somehow offered a mystical "nudge" to each closed door..and left it open for others to explore..... then it has done what it was meant to do.


Linda Brown
September 22, 2013



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I thought some of you might appreciate seeing the " fan-loudspeaker" that I mentioned in a couple of my chapters. It is strange to see some of Paul Schatzkins words being repeated here. He was writing about the time that "Morgan" first met my father in the library of Ashlawn.

Its a good picture of my Dad and the unit and there are some other interesting things collected here.Directory:Thomas Townsend Brown - PESWiki

The apparatus looked like an over-sized window-fan, or, rather, the disembodied window box itself. A three-foot square wooden frame stood perched on a triangular base that rose from the floor next to Dr. Brown’s desk. Stretched horizontally across the front of the box were dozens of parallel metal strips and wires that resembled Venetian blinds. But there the resemblance to a window fan ended; behind the panels there were no whirling blades and no electric motor. Nevertheless, air poured silently and steadily through the baffles.


Finally convinced that his guest was sufficiently amazed, Dr. Brown explained how an electrically induced force-field moved the air, describing how the electrical field “squeezed? the air, “the way your fingers would squirt a watermelon seed.?


Then Dr. Brown flipped another switch, and suddenly the fan became a loudspeaker, with clear, bright, undistorted sound pouring through the baffles without any kind of cone or magnetic coil to move the air.


Dr. Brown then explained that since the fan/speaker had no moving parts, there was no distortion, and so the frequency range could go well beyond the range of any kind of conventional loudspeaker. And he explained how the speaker could be constructed in a set of matching pairs, one acting as a transmitter, the other as a receiver.


...Dr. Brown watched him, with an impish, quizzical look on his face as Morgan sorted through the possibilities, slowly grasping the implications of what he was seeing and hearing.


“So, if there’s no limit to the frequency, you could use this as a communications device… you could send a signal with this, and nobody else would be able to hear it, huh??


Dr. Brown just smiled at Morgan. “Nope,? he said, putting his glasses on and going back to work.


(ed: other names: Electro-Hydrodynamic Fan. the name of the eventual commercial product out of which the Brown family has not benefited: Ionic Breeze Air Purifier.)


The type of the device was a electrostatic air purifier, a device that could move air without moving anything else. No motor, no whirling fan blades. Just turn it on and the air moves through it, driven by an electrical charge that pulls out impurities before the air is propelled out of the system. As with all of Townsend Brown’s inventions, the idea was simple, novel, and elegant.


“The Fan? was just one application of the basic discovery that Brown made when he was a teenager, a phenomenon still referred to as the “Biefeld-Brown Effect.? Besides its application as a fan and air purifier, the effect could also be applied in the form of a loudspeaker, which Brown also developed at different times during his life.


The same effect that could propel air through the plates of his air purifier, when amplified with tremendously high voltages, could produce lift and propulsion in a variety of metal discs and other objects, causing them to levitate and fly.

Images copyright 1986-2007 the Townsend brown Family

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We now know that the fan was capable of doing alot more than what was simply demonstrated to some people who saw it in operation. Much much more. Linda

The "Morgan" That Paul mentioned in that part of his book has since told me why he reacted so strangely to that "demonstration..." He has said that suddenly and completely he was shown his " future"... right down to a detail of watching small stones rolling away from his boots. He knew at the time that he was somewhere out of the country, that he was in the middle of a dangerous situation and that he was doing something that he happened to be very good at... and he was proud to be there.... and this was all an instant "blast of information." So when I happened to overhear him saying.... so....

"So, if there’s no limit to the frequency, you could use this as a communications device… you could send a signal with this, and nobody else would be able to hear it, huh??

I hope that you all realize there is alot more going on here than simple one line communications! Linda

With this kind of information bubbling to the surface.... is there any doubt that some out there would do almost anything to discredit my words.... going as far and as ridiculously as trying to claim that I had to PROVE who I was?

Keeping up to date on that.... I have issued a polite request to meet Zorgon in Las Vegas ( which is his home town) for lunch on a date yet to be set....at least the invitation has been made. I intend to bring with me anything at all that he might need to prove my identity.... but most important I believe is that I am promoting this meeting....what can he say.... I am not trying to make the guy like me.... He can decide that I am Atilla the Hun as far as I am concerned.... but I do want him to admit in public that he does believe that I am who I have said I am.....Isn't that fair?

And Mikado? You still have problems with me? Shall we go through Pauls book page by page so that you can tell me specifically where he was unduly influenced? Seems to me tht Paul wrote exactly what he was encouraged to write. And I do see YOUR hand in it more than anyone elses. Laughingly called the "Mikado Effect" in other circles.

Linda

This is an important look at all of this situation from another viewpoint. Interesting developments

? View topic - Connecting Townsend Brown, Tesla, Cayce

I am especially impressed with Alexander Putneys website.... but of course take exception to what he wrote here....

Unbeknownst to both Nikola Tesla and Edgar Cayce at the time, Thomas Townsend Brown was directly acting under orders from the Nazi military-industrial complex that had coordinated the multi-generational espionage activity and counter-intelligence cover-up of Tesla's finest inventions. The timing of corporate subterfuge and manipulations that surrounded the world's greatest inventor are only now becoming evident, having been obscured by the horrors of war and corporate commandeering of world industry.

Though my suspicion is that he already knows that was not the truth.... and that I would CERTAINLY take notice of it and respond. As you note I have responded to him mentioning the " chum in the water..." It worked! But I think our relationship once established will be beneficial.

Linda

and he writes this also

That experience inspired Tesla's invention of the Gravity Motor, tapping the limitless power of acoustic resonance by generating standing waves within a drum. Tesla's finest, most suppressed invention was discussed in a psychic reading for Thomas T. Brown given by trance channel Edgar Cayce on March 8, 1928 in Chicago, at the LaSalle Hotel, a luxurious palace hotel conveniently located across the street from the Masonic Lodge, a well known establishment of the American-Nazi industrialists (Reading 4665-1):


I have so many questions I don't even know where to start. " discussed in a psychic reading" for Thomas T. Brown?????
Why does the fact that the Masonic Lodge happen to be across the street have anything to do with the LaSalle Hotel and a supposed meeting there between my Dad and Cayce? Its just information thrown in there for sensationalism.

Lets stick to this note that a Thomas T. Brown met with Cayce. There are alot of Thomas Browns in the world. What was the topic of those conversations??????

Lady of Light???? Is this the beginning of the connection to the Rain on the Window Papers. Linda

And Alexander Putney makes a serious mistake by commenting on the life perserver which is in Dads Lab in Zanesville and in a picture that he posts.. I have old pictures that prove that the Viking was his personal yacht... Putney spins this yarn about it being a Naval ship ... the USS Viking... and other fanciful facts that I know were made up by somebody. Its a classic example of people spinning yarns when they don't have the foggiest idea of the true facts.

I wanted to share this with you folks

by Linda Brown » Wed Sep 25, 2013 2:13 pm

I just "happened " across this little communication that I sent off to Paul Schatzkin months ago. I want to revisit it here.

drawn from the ttownsendbrown.com forum
http://www.ttownsendbrown.com/forum/vie ... =37&t=1027

I encourage anyone who is curious about Mikados operations style to just look at the way that he has handled the Quonset Hut..... and the things that he has said there. Do you see the "Mikado Effect" at work?

His words are in red here

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Here is an interesting post from the Token. Thanks to who sent it to me.
quote wrote:
Re: Revisiting " Acknowldegemnts"
by Linda Brown » Thu Mar 22, 2012 2:09 am
I wrote to him too .... or.... through his lawyer actually......

I feel no responsibility to keep this confidential since he has already chosen to include his lawyer in this and my copy already went to my lawyer too so its pretty much an open book as far as I am concerned/

This was sent to his lawyer with the request that he forward it to Paul.

Paul,
I have had your letter on my desk now for a couple of weeks and I have to say.... its as much as a puzzle as your original descision to throw your hands in the air in 2009. Were you afraid that I would show up " unannounced"?... is that the reason for your nearly hostile letter? I can assure you that I had no thoughts of that.... Until of course I got your letter and read the accounting figures.

Are you happy with only selling... lets see,,, seven print copies?...24 Ebooks?.... and 35 "Kindle sales"?
Six Hundred Dollars every six months?....if it doesn't diminish.... means that it will take you roughly 18 years to get your investment back. Are we both going to be around to see that?

I sense that you feel that you started off well and focused on the hard facts of Dads story but somehow got led away from that with what you must feel now was my own fanciful imaginings. Is that about right? You think perhaps that was a mistake and that you might have stood a better chance of being taken more seriously as the biographer that you wanted to be.... if you somehow hadn't taken that turn and been persuaded(?) I guess.... to go in that direction. Is that what you have been feeling?

What would you say to going back over your " Biography of T. Townsend Brown" and making it exactly that... with ONLY the facts that are available to you at this exact moment.... and ONLY about Townsend Brown.

If we can agree that the influences of the characters of Morgan and Twigsnapper and yes.... me.... were a mistake for you then I encourage you to cut all that out of your book.... those story lines should never have been there in the first place..

Actually... to be fair to both you and me.... those stories from my journals and my life actually had no business being in the book that you first meant to write........ and they certainly were not included in the contract that we drew up together. You yourself wrote that you decided to include those other stories afterwards to bolster the work. It turns out, I think, that you felt that was a serious mistake. I would agree with you, it was..
Are we still on the same page?

New information is coming in about Dads actual activities on a daily basis and if you had the heart and the interest to rewrite and properly edit..... I think that you might find yourself where you wanted to be at the beginning.

Nothing wrong with starting fresh.
The book that you DID compose is still the best biography of Dad in existance. And for that I thank you very much.

Do you have the energy to talk about this with me?
I liked your letter head by the way.<g>
I am going to send this to your lawyers Email. He can forward it to you.
Linda

His response to me was basically. Thanks but no thanks, I am not interested in " revisiting the Townsend Brown story.

I doubt that contacting him is going to help at all because thats as far a move as I am ever going to make. Linda*****************************************************************************************************
Now ask this question, why all of a sudden would someone want to have the author of "Defying Gravity" remove all references from the ONLY sources that gave him ANY information?

Mikado[/COLOR]


Now today.................
I want to put this post out today to bring these elements to the top.... number one that I had made that offer to Paul.... and number two... his response... at the moment.... and then in red I have included Mikados comment. Do you see the interesting twist here. Mikado is trying to say that the references that were referred to above were the ONLY sources that gave Paul any information. Is he so dense that he thinks that people will believe that? Paul did a handsome job of collecting proper information... we are at odds about what he eventually DID with that information ( after meeting with Mikado remember) But the fact is that he was a stout and diligent researcher..... to diminish him by saying what Mikado has said here is not right and should not be allowed to stand.

When you look at Mikados actions carefully you can easily see his agenda here.

Linda
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And in the middle of his agendas Mikado still cares enough about an old friend to post this... which I do appreciate and want to share with all of you. Please got to his link so that you can see the photos of our wonderful Trickfox. These were pictures that I did not have. And I thank Mikado for posting his memories of a special man.

The Quonset Hut ? View forum - "Kilroy was here"

Mikados words


There was a loss last month. A loss that was to come and known about for a long time but it arrived as all things do. The song ends, the story ends, the movie ends....Everything ends, even life.

After I learned of this, I looked at a few pictures and reminisced. I went for a walk and travelled back in time as memories allow. Reliving moments and looking at the positives and knowing that it were these attributes that create the sting that turns a loss into an emotional moment. I shed tears.

Trickfox had passed away. I don't know exactly when this happened. The obituary didn't have a date, it only mentioned that he passed away. It gave no particulars other than his age and his location. I felt...is that all there is? Is this all that could have been said? To pass away into so much obscurity?

One would have thought that an obituary would have at least mentioned surviving relatives, education, accomplishments and perhaps even a place to send donations in the name of the deceased. But there was nothing, so I will say something.

Raymond was my friend. I met him on a forum. We met face to face in a place called Allenwood. Allenwood is a small burg located in Union Township in the State of Pennsylvania. There was some snow on the ground and it was not quite that cold and felt more like February than March. We spent a weekend together. Talking and getting to know each other. This was in 2007.

The following year we met in Las Vegas, it was March of 2008. He had expectations of something happening that did not come to fruition. It was a difficult period for him but he did come around. He was tired and needed rest after having flown from Quebec to Las Vegas and which was a very long journey for him, especially after dialysis. But as always, he arose to the occasion and eventually had an enjoyable if not a little disappointing time. One memorable moment was when we went to the Luxor and there was a statue of Anubis. He wanted to choke him and cheat death, a feat he managed for 5 more years.

I never met him in person again but there were many conversations. We agreed and we disagreed. I will not go into either but only say that you cannot have the thesis without the antithesis, even in friendship. He was 58 years old. He grew up in the Quebec Province in Canada. He went to a High School technical school where her learned TV repair. He ended up leaving Canada and headed for the sunny beaches of California where he ended up teaching Basic Electronics to immigrants. He was didactic and self taught in several areas. He was intelligent, he was smart.

He had an interesting past to say the least. A past that he was always looking to recapture in some manner or another. His long wish was to leave a mark on the world, a signpost reminiscent of "kilroy was here" but with a much more deeper imprint. In a manner he did leave an imprint, perhaps not as large as what he would have liked but he did manage to touch the lives of a small group of individuals and wherever they go, whatever they do, he will be with them, if in memory only but in some small way, he left a mark, a big one, in my world.

It was his choice to end the friendship but it was not ended on my part.

I will miss him.

From


by Linda Brown » Thu Sep 26, 2013 2:26 pm

To show how many layers there are to this


When Mikado mentions Allenwood above it is because Michael R was in the prison located there and Raymond was visiting Michael... at great personal risk and hardship to his health and well being.
Michael Riconosciuto - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

About Michael:

Riconoscuito was a gifted child: When he was just 10 years old, Michael wired his parents' neighborhood with a working private telephone system that undercut Ma Bell; in the eighth grade, he won a science fair with a model for a three-dimensional sonar system. By the time he was a teenager, he had won so many science fairs with exhibits of laser technology that he was invited to be a summer research assistant at Stanford University. Dr. Arthur Schalow [sic], a Nobel laureate, remembers him — "You don't forget a 16-year-old youngster who shows up with his own argon laser."
—Ridgeway and Vaughan, "The Last Days of Danny Casolaro"[6]

And Michael was fortunate to have Raymond as his dedicated friend. Linda
Linda Brown