WikiWar: Why Governments and Corporations will lose

Since WikiLeaks proprietor Julian Assange was arrested in Britain on the thinnest pretext, the Wikileaks battle, has started to rage. By Wednesday evening Mastercard.com was brought down, then Visa.com. "Operation Payback" - a loose affiliation of cyber revolutionaries - had already crashed the Swedish prosecutors website and the Swiss bank that had kicked Wikileaks off its account. PayPal, Amazon and a host of other clueless corporations and politicians have found their websites either under siege or brought down.

US State Department, Swedish judicial system, British judicial system. All swayed by a cadre of heavy-handed back-door diplomats. It is amazing to see the arrogance - and ignorance - of these powers-that-be. With no attempt at due process of law, these institutions sucked up to their puppeteers and did their dark bidding - and the indicted corporations that assisted in this travesty are now paying the bitter price by losing what they crave the most: money, profits.

Incredible as it may seem, the nature of the internet befuddles them, they have demonstrated to all that they have no clue of the consequences that will inevitably follow in the path of their ill thought out and shameful actions.

And this is amazing, because for most of us, there could never be a more clear-cut, black & white separation of sides: The hidden lies, the money, the power aligned against revelations of truth. It is simply a war between subterfuge and transparency.

Never before has the beast been so blatantly forced to show its ugly head, and this time - this time, the good guys are going to win.

Compounding their mistakes, The US State Department will probably attempt to have Wikileaks branded as a terrorist organization, which will only pour oil on an already furious fire that will ultimately consume the individuals involved in this shameful cover-up.

Why will the forces of of evil fail?

Because many of the techies and code monkeys who are (under)paid by these corporations and institutions have no loyalty, a behavior weaned out of them by lower wages, fewer benefits. Or they are simply contract laborers not beholden to their masters. Can you can guess what a LOT of these good folks do when they get home and switch on their PC's? That's right - they bite the hand that feeds (bleeds) them. They fly to aid Operation Payback, they help Wilileaks. And they do this because they know who the good guys are and who the bad guys are. If you have seen "Fight Club", you know what I mean. There is simply NO WAY the corporations can insulatee themselves from a determined attack by the athackers, none.

The scales of battle are already tipping in the favor of the rebels, even the old-fashioned media machine is starting to realize this too. And beginning to smell blood.

Consequently, the ONLY way the secretive governments and their lackey cooperations could win at this point, is to close down the internet, NOW - and they can't do that because it is the corporatist life blood - the corporations are addicted to the torrents of MONEY the internet procures for them.

Eventually, they will get fed up with and lose tolerance for these government officials who are ruining their profit margins and there will be a little quiet power struggle. The corporations will order the statesmen to back off.

Almost overnight, the new World Order has become the Old World order, and it is happening almost as fast as I can write this.
The end result is inevitable. Meet the new boss - as if we didn't know it all along. A subtle change of scene - you won't find it announced in the news (well, perhaps Wikileaks.) The the corporations will be the masters, and the nation-states do their bidding. Some would say this has already happed, but after this debacle there can be no doubt. And I suppose we should feel good about that, because after all, according to the US Supreme Court, corporations are people too.
In the aftermath of this stream of lies and subterfuge there will be endless boards of inquiry in a plethora of varied nations. They will all want to know what diplomats pulled which switches, and when they did it. There will be scapegoats, there will be a reckoning of sorts.

- And then the corporations are going to have to figure out how to cut the balls off the hatackers who can be at their throats at ANY time.

So - what comes next is anybody's guess.

The Retardation of Space Travel

...and its Consequences

In the light of mankind’s seemingly natural escalation of exploration and technological progress, the last forty years marks the non-appearance of giant white elephant which few seem to acknowledge or comment on much: How has it come about that Mankind’s thirst for new frontiers has come to a screeching halt?

Consider the time-line comparison below:

1909 - 1949 Forty years of accelerated expansion In 1909, Luis Bleriot crosses the English Channel in his monoplane. 1919, manned non-stop flight from New York to California 1929, first round the World flight is achieved. 1939, first successful manned flight of a jet plane. 1949, first manned non-stop flight around the World. Summary: From the ground hopping to non-stop circumnavigation of our planet in 40 years.

1969 - 2009 Forty years with no significant expansion In 1969, manned space craft lands on the moon. 1979 the manned Space Shuttle nears completion. 1989, unmanned launch of the Galileo spacecraft. 1999, Manned Space Station, 200 miles above the Earth. 2009 sees the beginning phase-out of the Space Shuttle. There is no replacement. Summary: Regressing from the Moon to orbiting a scant 200 miles above the Earth.

In the first seven decades of the last century, our ability to rapidly cover large distances went from barely getting off the ground to flying non-stop around the World. This breath-taking pace of technological advancement culminated in placing a man on the Moon, 76 years after the first tenuous leaps into the air at Kitty Hawk.
The next forty years, from 1969 to 2009 one could best describe manned expansion into space as exceedingly retarded. Forty years after Mankind landed on the moon, all we have achieved is a tenuous foothold in space, the barely funded Space Station, orbiting a scant 200 miles above the Earth. Even more disturbing, the Space Shuttle, which was America’s only versatile space-going vehicle, is about to be scrapped, with no foreseeable replacement.
In 1967, the imagery in Arthur C. Clarke’s “2001 Space Odyssey” movie did not seem far-fetched. Man was due to land on the moon in a couple of years, and extrapolating from the past meteoric rise of aeronautics, moon bases 30 years hence seemed so predictable that the concept was almost humdrum.

The real surprise was that this amazing technological expansion and advancement has come to a screeching halt.
It is an ominous sign, for it suggests that a major shift in our species modern social behaviour has occurred.
Apologists will state several reasons for this shift away from manned spaced exploration, chiefly amongst the arguments is that long-term resource output does not justify short-term gains, visualized as a profit incentive. The essence of other objections can be boiled down to the gradual stripping away of financial resources, these being increasingly reallocated towards the escalating proxy wars in Third World countries as competing nation-states bicker over diminishing global resources.
The less than enthusiastic move to send men to Mars is a concept visualized to happen so far into the future that it allows politicians to complete their tenure with no real commitment, passing the project along to the next generation who would be likely to inherit the unsubstantial drive of their predecessors. The whole affair is reminiscent of a Monty Python sketch in which a chartered accountant wishing to become a lion-tamer, advised by his job guidance councilor to approach his job-change by gradual degrees “via, banking.”

The retarding trend is disturbing, because manned expansion and settlement of the solar system would alleviate dangerous nation-state competition brought about by expanding populations and an increasing need for diminishing energy and raw materials.
Expansion into space is also the ultimate species insurance, in that we are less likely to be wiped out by any number of conceivable planetary catastrophes.

It may be quite possible that the only real hope for a future in which Mankind emigrates into space will once again to boil down to the military might of nation-states jostling for tactical high ground. After all, a strong argument could be made that the only reason Man made it to the Moon was due to the Cold War competition between the Soviet Union and the United States. It is perhaps no coincidence that the decline of outward expansion is directly related to the lack of competition. One can draw a direct parallel between the collapse of the Soviet Union and America’s flagging interest in manned space projects, in which case the emergence of new, powerful nation-states will topple the placid World Order of the last twenty years, in which the US was indisputably dominant.
Sad indeed, having to entertain the notion that, in order to accelerate space exploration we must tolerate the military competition of nation-states as they vie for high ground. This is a dangerous path, fraught with the possible seeds of our own self-destruction.
Sadder still would be the continuing strangulation of space expansion which will ultimately herald an inevitable self-destruction as diminishing nation-states, trapped like competing molds in a petri dish, slowly strangle each other for lack of resources.

If this ‘cold war aggression’ is what it takes to re-awaken the expansion outwards, then it is with some trepidation that I welcome the coming competition between the USA and the emerging super-states, whilst praying that we succeed in gaining a foothold in space before we run out of resources and self-destruct.
Our insatiably increasing need for ever more resources is rapidly driving us down a one-way corridor towards an inescapable dead end. From this corridor there is but one avenue of escape: We must continue to expand outward into the Solar System if for no other reason that to feed the material appetite of our voracious species.
To this end, we desperately need to develop our technologies in order to build space elevators so that inexpensive payloads can be brought out of Earth’s gravity well, and do the research necessary to understand how sealed biospheres can function.

Mankind is rapidly out-growing Mother Earth and the bio-mass of our species is becoming too large for her insular womb. The time is rapidly approaching when we have to emerge from the planet Earth and cut the umbilical cord - or perish.

Dark Matter & Absolute Vacuums

Dark Matter and Absolute Vacuums have similarities - and differences.

Dark Matter was hypothesized to account for discrepancies between measurements of the mass of galaxies, clusters of galaxies and the entire universe made through dynamical and general relativistic means, and measurements based on the mass of the visible "luminous" matter these objects contain: stars and the gas and dust of the interstellar and intergalactic media. In October 2010, llídio Lopes and Joseph Silk published an article in the journal Science, proposing that Neutrino Spectroscopy Can Probe the Matter Content in the Sun.

Absolute Vacuum theory (“Can Gravity be Induced?”, Stephen Goodfellow, 1979), suggests that under specific physical conditions, absolute vacuums are maintainable and that these ‘reverse singularities’ induce gravity, a production of gravity without a corresponding mass. Goodfellow’s theory proposes that the Sun’s interior is a gravity inducing absolute vacuum, sheathed in a magnetically sustaining super-hot plasma shell, the absolute vacuum interior impervious to mass/energy/space - including neutrinos.

Both models claim to block neutrinos.

The main differences between the Dark Matter and Absolute Vacuum models, is that the dark matter proponents visualize these mysterious particles being pulled into the Sun’s gravitational core over time, blocking neutrino activity in the core.



The Absolute Vacuum hypothesis maintains that the Sun's ‘non-space’ interior blocks neutrinos from the opposite side of the solar shell so that they are unobservable.



Which hypothesis best fits the observational data?

The answer is to be found in the neutrino record, as this data accumulates.

According to dark matter proponents, solar neutrinos must come from deep inside the Sun, in a hypothesized massive core.
Neutrinos in the absolute vacuum solar model propagate near the visible surface of the Sun, the Sun's actual mass being distributed in an exterior shell, the internal absolute vacuum generating induced gravity, responsible for the majority of the Sun's gravity.



To summarize, the dark matter hypothesis should exhibit a central cluster of neutrinos whereas the absolute vacuum model would exhibit a halo of neutrinos. It will be interesting to see which proposal corresponds with future observational data.

Eyes on a Century by Doris Meadows

My Grandmother, Doris Meadows (1901-1995), was born while Queen Victoria was still alive. She saw the great Zeppelins of W.W.I plummet to destruction. She watched helplessly as close family members fell prey to TB and the Great Influenza Epidemic of 1919. Her eyes beheld the dueling fighter planes over the City of London in the summer of 1940 during the Battle of Britain.

Accounts of her past life enthralled me; I never tired of hearing her stories. Always something new, an aspect of her life's experiences I had never heard of before or, an entirely original account of the past carelessly drawn out of her ever sharp memory and told with a crystal clarity that brought the story to life for me. Her account is a look back through my family's history, and has made me cognizant of the privileged and peaceful life that I have been allowed to live.

However, this story is best told by Doris herself. During 1981 she turned her insomnia to use by quietly penning in the memories of her past, which I then typed out from her written hand and promptly forgot about. It was not until 2001 when my late father came across the transcript. And gave me a copy. I have now placed it here for your edification.

Doris Meadows, Memoir - 1981

Having emerged from my usual two or three hours of nightly fitful sleep, and knowing that the prospect of further sleep is remote, I have decided to devote the remaining nocturnal hours to some practical purpose.
My family, especially my grandchildren, have often asked me about the outstanding events of my long life. l am now in my eightieth year and during my lifetime have experienced the trauma and horrors of two major wars.
I was born during the turn of the century in a rather dreary suburb of east London, September 1901. The Boer War was still in progress, and I remember my mother telling me I was born during the night of the Relief of Mafeking. My parents had a small newsagents shop. The business could not have been very flourishing and my mother went back to teaching school, and I spent the best part of my very early years in the care of my maternal grandmother who lived in the same district and I loved her very dearly. Incidentally, my father was Irish, and I believe my mother had some Scottish blood. At the age of three I followed some neighboring children to the local elementary school and was allowed to sit in during lessons. Consequently, I could read when I was very young, and indeed have been an omnivorous reader all my life. Sometime during this period, I remember my father taking me for a ride on one of the newly installed trolley cars. The motion of the tram did not' agree with me, and I disgraced myself by vomiting over the satin ribbons of my bonnet and white fur coat. I was taken home in a very sorry and soggy state, my father vowing never to take me on a moving vehicle again.
The business must have failed, and my next recollection is of living in a larger house in the same district, East Ham, also occupied by my various Irish aunts and uncles. I went to a local elementary school together with my sister, Mabel, who was born about thirteen months after me. My Irish relations were quite colourful and sometimes disconcerted my mother, who was of a more sober and practical turn of mind. My only brother was born in this house during the next few years.
Subsequently, my father decided to try his luck with a small pig-breeding and vegetable farm on a plot of land in an adjoining district (Barking). It was a chore for him to travel to Barking several times a day to feed the pigs, etc. We were then transported to a small house which he found and rented nearby. My mother was dismayed when she saw the house. It consisted of four small rooms with an outdoor toilet and no bathroom, and the neighborhood d was a bit o f a comedown after East Ham. However, she made the best of it and my other two sisters, Vera and Constance, were born there. The school we attended was a very good one with some very dedicated teachers, one of whom left a life-time impression on me. My father during this period started a stevedoring business in the East London docks and employed my Irish grandfather to help him out.

Then came along the 1914-18 war, with all its attendant horrors. The fate of the soldiers in the trenches in France was absolutely appalling; they were bogged down in mud for days on end and suffered terrible casualties. Practically every day a neighbor would come into my mother bearing the dreaded official telegram "Husband or son missing or killed in action". On the home front food was becoming very scarce, so many ships being sunk by enemy submarines every week. There was no real form of rationing and people stood in queues for hours to obtain the necessities of life. Municipal soup kitchens were set up where food of a somewhat dubious nature could sometimes be obtained. Refugees same flooding in from Belgium and France. The children were put into our schools and housing of some sort was found for their families.
My father would have been conscripted for the army, but he contracted a very virulent form of Tuberculosis (Galloping Consumption) and was a sick man. In spite of my mother's care and devotion, he died at the early age of 41, and she became a widow, herself on 36, with five children to care for, and very little in the way of financial resources. By arrangement with the Shipping Company for whom my father had worked, my mother was able to carry on the clerical side of the business, and my grandfather took over the hiring of labour, etc. For a time this did bring in some income, but my grandfather being an alcoholic, was unreliable and difficulties arose. However it did help over the first few years of my father's death, and my mother carried her side of the transaction very efficiently.
The German Zeppelin raids on London were now becoming very frequent, and every night we had to seek shelter in cellars, etc., our own gun fire was very heavy. I can vividly remember a Zeppelin directly overhead being hit and brought down in flames. It was an awesome sight, although very exciting. We were to witness several more being destroyed, although none so near home. There were also sporadic air raids during daylight but compared to the raids during the second world war, the damage was comparatively slight.
At the age of thirteen, having been in the top class for the prescribed period, I was allowed to leave the elementary school. Owing to financial difficulties at home, I was unable to take advantage of a scholarship to a more advanced technical school. My mother, however, was adamant that I should have some further training and managed to send me to a small Commercial College, where I learnt shorthand and typing for about nine months. At the tender age of fourteen, I was out in the world as a shorthand typist. The wage I earned wasn't very high, but still a welcome addition to the family financial resources.

Doris & Mabel 1920'

My sister, Mabel, followed in my footsteps and also became a shorthand typist. Unfortunately, she developed a very bad cough which didn't respond to treatment. In desperation my mother took her to a Harley Street Doctor in the prestigious west end of London. To her horror, he diagnosed advanced T.B. one lung already destroyed and the other affected. She was sent to various sanatoriums in an effort to halt the disease, sometimes making progress and then regressions. She eventually came home and lived in an open-air hut in the garden. She lived with this disease from the age of 14 to 21. During her good periods and being a person with great spirit, she started a small dressmaking business at home, making blouses, etc., for friends and neighbors. The business was very successful and enabled her to be practically independent. She was a very brave and beautiful girl, had a great zest for life and was adored by all who knew her, including her doctors. She died just after reaching the age of 21. The doctors attributed the fact that. she lived for seven years, to the care and devotion she received from my mother, and to a lesser degree the whole family and friends; also to her marvelous courage. I was particularly close to her, and her death to me was devastating.
My sisters, Constance and Vera, also began to exhibit Signs of the disease, but fortunately it was halted in time, and they have led healthy and productive lives. My only brother, Fred, went to California after the second world war, to work in the Drawing Office at Chryslers, and as he is living in the same continent, we are able to keep in touch.
Ironically, TB. has now been practically wiped out. Had the present day drugs been available, the tragic deaths of my father and sister may have been averted; also the untimely deaths of my Irish uncles. I never knew my Irish grandmother. She died an early death, leaving thirteen children, the last one a baby in arms.
At the age of sixteen, I went to a party given by a neighbor in honor of her nephew, who was on sick leave from the Merchant Navy. His ship had been torpedoed in the English Channel and he was convalescing from an illness caused by shock and exposure, having spent many hours clinging to a raft before being rescued. He had an unhappy home life, and had run away to sea after his father had been killed in the Battle of Jutland. He served as a cabin boy on an oil tanker. I suppose I was at an impressionable age and was thrilled when he appeared at our home the day after the party, and asked my mother's permission to take me to a cinema. I was very willing, he cut quite a figure in Merchant Navy uniform and was very personable. This wasn't altogether to my mother's liking in view of my age and his uncertain prospects. We did go out that night but had to take my younger sister along as a chaperon. We continued to see each other until he was called back to duty, corresponded and met whenever he had leave. All this was very exciting. -
After the 1918 Armistice, and as a reaction to the drabness of the war years, dancing and the theatres became very popular, and people in general were out for a good time. However, unemployment was very acute and it was heartrending to see our former heroes abandoned. Many ex-servicemen took to the streets as itinerant musicians, etc; in order to get a few shillings together for a nights lodging. To add to our troubles, the Spanish flu reached England and decimated the population. My own maternal grandfather was a victim of this plague and dropped dead on the street on his way home from work. This was particularly sad as he was reaching retirement age and had planned to realize his life dream and buy a farm in the country, using his hard earned savings. My grandmother lived for a few more years, but never really recovered from the shock.

My Merchant Navy boy friend left the sea, hoping to obtain work on shore, but he had no real profession and times were very hard. After many vicissitudes he was forced to go back to sea and sailed on oil tankers to Mexico and back for some few years. We were finally married in 1925 after he got work in a London hotel. He was, however, unable to settle down, took to drinking heavily, thereby losing jobs and many opportunities and generally behaving in an irresponsible manner. We had two lovely healthy children and parenthood did stabilize him for a time. He worked during this period in Scotland, the Midlands and Wales, and we made some sort of a home in these places. However, the jobs all ended in disaster, and I was sick of being in a constant state of apprehension, especially as the children were at the school age and needed a permanent home. We returned to London, our circumstances didn't improve, but we managed to rub along in a very unsatisfactory manner. In those days it was a case of having made your bed you had lie on it. Divorce was practically impossible without the necessary means. There was no way I could go back to work, the job market during these years wasn't open to women, especially married women. Even if I could get work, there were no child nurseries and day care centers, and I couldn't leave the children.
Than came to Second World War, and my husband went back into the Merchant Navy. At the outbreak of war, most of the London children, including my own two, were evacuated to supposedly safe areas. It was a poignant sight to see them being marched off to an unknown destination, complete with gas masks, and it was not until two or three days after that parents were informed of their whereabouts. Manon and Jim were in Bath, and I went there and worked as a waitress in the famous Pump Room hotel which had been taken over by the Admiralty after their evacuation from Whitehall. It was poorly paid and I wasn't a very good waitress, but it was something to do, and it enabled me to be near the children. They were homesick and as nothing much was happening with the war we went back to London. The lull didn't last long and the air blitz of London began. We were under constant air attack both by day and night. The children had very sporadic schooling, most of their school hours being spent in air raid shelters. During the Battle of Britain we saw many dog fights in the air, our little Spitfires bravely engaging the heavy German bombers, bringing many down in flames, not without heavy losses to themselves. It was again necessary to send the children out of London, and they went to a camp in Surrey, where at least they had some uninterrupted schooling, and I was able to see them at weekends. During the latter part of the war when the air raids on London had calmed down they came home again. I had obtained work as a secretary and worked in London during the rest of the Then to add to our troubles, the Vl rockets and then the V2 made their appearance. The Vl rockets did give some small hope of survival as when their engines stopped you knew they were overhead and ducked for shelter if possible. The V2's were a different kettle of fish. They were quite silent until descending with a horrible crump on their hapless victims, causing great devastation to property and loss of life. It was impossible to tell where and when the next incident would be. Our anti-aircraft guns on the coast did stop many of them from reaching London, but enough of them got through the barrage and achieved their objectives, causing feelings of frustration and helplessness.
The second front, long awaited, opened up in Europe and the end of the war began to be in sight. My husband came home from sea and I realized the marriage wasn't going to work. I asked for a legal separation to which he was strongly opposed. However, I was adamant as I thought the break would eventually be in our best interests, including the children. After a period of trials and tribulations I got a Court hearing and obtained legal custody of Manon and Jim, and was able to maintain a modest home. After a year or two my husband asked me to agree to a divorce on the grounds of my technical desertion, as he wanted to be free. I thought this was the best way out, was duly served with a divorce petition and the marriage was over. I had a good job and stayed in this until retirement age. I was very lucky in my children and I like to think we had a happy home during their adolescent years. Divorce between parents is inevitably a traumatic time for children but they did maintain contact with their father and were friends until his death a few years ago. As time went on they chose their own careers and life styles and are both responsible citizens with happy homes and children, and they have been a source of pride and great comfort to me. Manon continued her education and graduated from Oakland University in 1980, with honors, Magna Cum Laude.
After retiring, I went to live with Manon and her Danish husband in Copenhagen, and when they went to live in Mexico and then the U.S.A., I was lucky enough to be able to go with them. They have given me a very happy home. Morten has always been a good friend as well as a marvelous son-in-law. After being chained to an office desk for so many years, it was wonderful to travel and see and live in different countries, at the same time maintaining contact with Jim and Ann and their family. I am always excited to see Jim and his wife and children, also my two sisters who have been most supportive. I hope I can continue to travel to England once a year a stay with them all. My various grandchildren mean a lot to me and I am very happy to be a grandmother.
In the latter years of my life I have found a safe haven, and I hope have come to terms with old age. The good times much outweigh the inevitable consequences of the aging process, and I take life as it comes from day to day.
When the time comes, I have few worldly possessions to leave to my family, so I hope this rather rambling saga will in some small way compensate and let them know how proud I am of them all, and how bereft I would have been without their help and support throughout the years.

Doris Meadows 1901-1995

Gravitational Induction update Sept 20th, 2010

Gravitational Induction update Sept 20th, 2010

Over the past month I have managed to obtain access to online scientific journals. How ironic that scientific research - the cult of objectivity and progress - is still steeped in medieval guild-culture. In an age where the diffusion of knowledge is becoming wide-spread, these important papers of research are not made available to the unwashed public; only universities and research establishments have the luxury to be able to afford full access. It ain’t right.

With a few hours of poking around, I found the closest match to a researcher capable of determining if a high-energy plasma can induce gravity.
Of course, Dr. Niansheng Qi* who works for the L-3 Company is concentrating on plasma densities and not actually looking for a gravitational induction effect, but I wondered if his tools might be capable of discerning it.

Emailing him, I asked if the data revealed any laser disturbance outside the plasma sheath, to which he replied in the negative, which of course was a great disappointment for me.

I can only console myself with the hope that a gravitationally induced ‘tug’ or shift towards the plasma implosion would be very weak and would not register on anything but the most sensitive laser-optical interferometer. I am to understand that the most precise lasers can measure a disturbance at 1 x 10 to the -15m.
A lesser magnification reveals a flat-line, but higher magnification?

I will keep looking and asking around - perhaps there are other researchers out there with more precise instruments who are willing to look a little closer at their data.

*Magnetic Field Diffusion and Enhanced Resistivity in 12-cm-Diameter 200-ns 3.5-MA Z-Pinch Implosions

Can Gravity be Induced by an Electrical Discharge?

As I reflect over the past thirty-odd years data-gathering and contemplating the possibilities of inducing gravity, I find that the process realizing gravitational induction has been as much alchemic as empirical.
And there lies the rub.
Being on the cusp of attempting to convince and organize the necessary individuals and institutions in an attempt to realize the electrical discharge/laser experiment, I find that the observational evidence I have at hand is so absurdly fantastic as to be scarcely creditable to the uninitiated mind. Three hundred years believing gravity is in direct proportion to mass is a very tough mindset to overcome.
Empiricism, all-be it crude, is presently the only tool of objectivity that reasonable individuals can mutually agree to, and only a direct, repeatable laboratory experiment will suffice.
The evidence at hand, demonstrating that an electrical discharge contains the elements that allow for the induction of gravity (producing gravity without a corresponding quantity of mass,) simply lacks credibility. It is in effect a closed loop: the circumstantial evidence is unbelievable, thus, the experiment cannot be performed by responsible scientists without their committing professional suicide.

Consequently, instead of relying on thirty years of information gathering, I intend to embark on a simple line of reasoning, essentially cloaking a wolf in sheeps' clothing. It is in this manner that the finished paper appear for publication.

The proposal for the experiment proceeds upon two lines of argument:
A. Discussing the brute nature of an absolute vacuum, where one might seek out the phenomenon, then illustrating this in a practical means by pointing out the unusual behavior of dissociated electrons and protons imbued with a dynamo effect, how during the moment of electrical discharge, electrons and protons separate into like camps of same polarity, electrons with electrons, protons to protons. That these two repelling camps then interact with one another, the force being sufficient to create disturbances in the space fabric, creating momentary absolute vacuums. The force of the inward collapse of these absolute vacuums being indistinguishable from the force of gravity, de-coupled from a corresponding quantity of mass.
Admittedly the argument stretches credibility. It is not unlike the Montgolfier brothers attempting to increase buoyancy of their balloons, mistakenly believing lift was due to the quality of smoke, when in actuality is was merely the heat achieved by combustion. Keep in mind however that despite this mistake, their balloons nonetheless rose from the ground.

B. If, as the reasoning for (A.) points out, the implosion of absolute vacuums is indistinguishable from gravity and that implosion is a result of a phenomenal amount of energy release, then it seems reasonable to ask, can this phenomenon be observed in nature? In other words, does an electrical discharge contain gravitational properties?

Fortunately, it is a question that can be resolved by a constructing a fairly unsophisticated laboratory experiment.



Simply put, the experiment consists of a laser passing close to a large electrical discharge, terminating at a target sensor. At the moment of discharge, the beam will gravitationally bend towards the electrical discharge. Three results are predicted to be present at the laser target:

1. Conventional reasoning would state that a beam of photons are not effected by electromagnetism and must proceed unhindered towards the target, which should register no movement or qualitative change during the electrical discharge. However, I predict the laser will exhibit a gravitational shift towards the discharge, and will register this movement at the target sensor.

2. The 'bend' in the laser beam at the moment of discharge ought to exhibit a small redshift, as its path between the laser and the target has been extended.

3. As the vacuum collapses it may produce additional repeatedly diminishing electrical discharges, the energy dispersing much like that of a bouncing ball. This 'echo', illustrated by a series of diminishing redshifts ought to be present at the target, if the sensor is sufficiently sensitive enough.

I believe this approach gives a line of reasoning that responsible individuals may commit to. The conceptual simplicity of the experiment combined with a realistic chance for a successful result, may tempt the more adventurous individual.

To demonstrate that light can be gravitationally distorted without the corresponding quantity of mass would be nothing less than sensational news to the science community, and should it turn out to be a null result, it would confirm the present paradigm. To the professional researcher contemplating this experiment, a null result would pass with little comment by the science community.

Gravitational Induction Experiment

The diagram above describes (figure 1) the standard electromagnetic model, as conceived of since 1820 when Hans Christian Ørsted discovered the relationship between the electric and magnetic. Since photons have no charge there is no electromagnetic imposition by the discharge; the beam of photons proceed undisturbed towards the target.

(Figure 2) is a challenge to the figure 1 proposition; it supposes a gravitational relationship between the light beam and the electromagnetic discharge, in that the author argues that the nature of the discharge also includes an induced gravitational element. This scenario suggests that the beam will bend towards the electrical discharge and the attraction will be indistinguishable from gravity, demonstrating that gravity can be induced without a corresponding quantity of mass.

If figure 2 proves correct, it suggests that gravity can be manipulated on an atomic, rather than a subatomic level, which is much easier to achieve. Should figure two give a positive result, it implies that gravitational applications may be rapidly achievable. The author argues that the experiment demonstrates that non-space, or absolute vacuums play a dominant role in everyday physics.

To the best of my knowledge, the experiment has as yet not been performed but ought to be relatively easy to construct, combining a plasma discharge (perhaps a z-pinch?) with laser optics which have recently seen great improvement in measurement accuracy.

Sincerely,

Stephen Goodfellow