The Conspiratorial

Medical Cons

Chapter 1 – Flu

by Greg Newell on May.02, 2009, under Chapters, Medical Cons

“The virus has been released. I just want you to know, Mr. President, that we are fully committed and we expect full retribution for our sacrifice.”

President Obama nodded in full compliance. Without his teleprompter, President Obama was a man of few words. Both he and Felipe Solis understood fully the implications of their actions and few words were needed. “Thank you Mr. Solis, I knew I could count on you.” President Obama shook Felipe’s hand and left. Mexico had been a short but fruitful trip. It was time to leave.

Felipe Solis died the following day.

News of a new, never before seen flu strain from Mexico was now starting to spread as fast as the virus itself. It seems that this strain was a mixture of avian, human and pig flu viruses. Even though a mixture was evident, the press just started referring to this as “the swine flu” without explanation. Further inspection revealed that these strains not only jumped species but they jumped continents. For some reason no-one in the media asked how such a strain could come about.  No one seemed to question why a flu strain would even pop up when flu season was nearly over. But there were people who did knew the answers to these questions. Felipe was one of them.

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Chapter 2 – Chicken and Egg

by Greg Newell on May.03, 2009, under Chapters, Medical Cons

He sat there contemplating the very idea. Strategy was alway easy. “Never let a serious crisis go to waste” was the mantra.

Rom looked back at his computer, marvelling at the ingenuity of virus software. Every computer now ships with virus software built in. Most computers are connected to the internet giving a very easy way to track and maintain each computer’s health. When a new virus is discovered, the software manufacturer immediately can update the installed antivirus software to prevent the computer from being infected. Ingenius!

It’s not so easy with humans but the concept is the same. All we’d have to do is mandate immunization programs. Making sure that everyone is immunized would have to mean nationalized health care and some way to track everyone in the system. He remembered an article about “The Digital Angel” corporation. Rifling though his desk, he found the article he had saved. The Digital Angel Corporation describes themselves as “an advanced technology company in the field of rapid and accurate identification, location tracking, and condition monitoring of high-value assets”. Their Animal Applications unit manufactures and distributes visual tags and electronic RFID microchips for fish, livestock, poultry and electronic RFID microchips for pets. According to them, this is playing a key role in the global move to ensure the integrity of the food chain and to provide advanced technology as a mechanism toward better visibility into the outbreak of disease.

As he pondered this, it all seemed to make sense. We’ve already got the major drug companies working with the World Health Organization. Hell, even the President has stock in Baxter – a company who touts their ability to manufacture vaccines twice as fast as their competitors. We could nip this in the bud before it ever became an issue! At least that’s how you would sell it.

Rom took a look at McAfee stocks as they continue to plummet in this economic recession. McAfee was one of the largest manufacturers of computer antivirus software. On the other side of the country, Dave DeWalt, CEO and President of McAffee was looking at the very same statistic. Dismayed, and a little pissed off, Dave got on the phone. “Peter, we need to conjure up another virus. This time make it a good one!”

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Chapter 3 – Seeing is believing

by Greg Newell on May.14, 2009, under Chapters, Medical Cons

Raymond looked up, rubbing his eyes. “Sandra, I really can’t believe this. This is a stretch of anyone’s imagination. I couldn’t write fiction better than this. They are posturing as they have to, I guess, in order to make it look like this virus was in fact produced in nature. Look at all the money spent on this lie! The Mexican government’s chief epidemiologist said the virus may have originated in Asia, jumped to California and travelled south with migrant workers returning home to the village for Easter holidays. Not to mention that this virus is a combination of human, avian and pig flu viruses. The odds that this virus was produced by nature are astronomical.”

“Come here, let me show you something.” Raymond got up and gestured for Sandra to take over the stool. He was bleary eyed from looking at these images. Here’s an actual swine flu strain, here’s avian flu, here’s human flu. What do you see?”

Sandra picked up the image printouts and took a quick study. “Raymond, they all look alike. I guess I’m no scientist.”

“Well, with that observation, you are more scientific than you think. There really isn’t that much difference in any of these. Flu virus, because of their similarities, can combine with each other to form new strains. Its kind of like two different pedigree dogs mating to produce a hybrid. So, I’m not denying that the virus exists. I’m denying it’s origin which I still can’t fathom. One other thing. The images are all of dead viruses.

“So?” questions Sandra. She wanted to say “duh!” but held her tongue.

Raymond grabbed the prints, stuffed them in his folder and turned back to Sandra. “I want to show you something, but you can’t tell anyone.”

Sandra looked kind of puzzled but being the adventurous sort there was no way whe was going to say no. “Ok, go!”.

Raymond led Sandra down the hall into what most people thought was nothing more than storage for old, antiquated, useless equipment that no longer served any purpose. In the back of the room there was a light on and clearly Raymond had been up to something. On the desk was one of the oddest looking microscopes she’d ever seen. “You playing with your toys again?”

Raymond responded with a smile. “Put this on”, he said as he handed her a set of latex gloves and a mask.

“What are you cooking up Raymond?” Sandra was now a bit more nervous but excited too. “I’m not sure I want to be a part of this.”

“Don’t worry,” Raymond responded. “The worst that will happen is you could come down with the flu if you mishandle this stuff!”

That was enough for Sandra. She put the mask and the gloves on the table and without saying a word, turned around and started for the door. Raymond grabbed her by the sweater…”Wait, you’ve GOT to see this. C’mon, I promise you that this is a pretty harmless experiment. In fact, I honestly believe the chances of you walking out of here with the flu is exactly ZERO. “Begrudgingly, Sandra complied.

Raymond produced a vial from his shirt pocket. Sandra gasped. “Raymond! That is totally against protocol. You could get fired for that.” Raymond was holding a live virus sample he’d smuggled from the lab. “I’m not going to ask how you got that but I’m starting to feel pretty vulnerable here Raymond.”

“That’s OK,” Raymond said. “This will be TOTALLY worth it. Trust me.”

Raymond began preparing the sample. When he was finished, he slipped it the view space of the funny looking microscope on the desk.

Sandra looked in disbelief as she watched Raymond handle what looked like a really bad plumbing experiment. “What is this thing Raymond?”

rifemicroscope“This, my dear, is a Rife Microscope”. It was built in 1932 and is one of six working models in existence. I’ll go into details later, I just want you to see this. He dialed in the sample and gestured for Sandra to look through the scope lenses. “Now”, he said, “you have to totally relax and tune in with the equipment. The only way I can explain what I mean is that it’s like looking at those stereogram books. Once you relax and focus at the same time, you’ll see what you’re suppose to see.”

“I don’t see much of anything, really,” Sandra said.

“Just relax. You can adjust here if it helps.”

It took Sandra 20 minutes of frustration before she came to realize that there actually was something there. “Raymond, is what I’m looking at supposed to be moving?”

“YES! Sandra! you are one of the few people in this world who has ever witnessed a LIVE virus! Wow, I didn’t think you were going to be able to see it. It’s very difficult to tune this equipment, but once you get it, you get it! Keep looking.”

Raymond was busy working on another piece of equipment that looked like an old radio with a few dials on it. As he turned on the switch, the lights in the room went noticibly dimmer. But another light was getting brighter. Attached to this radio looking thing was the oddest looking light bulb and it was glowing.

Sandra looked up to see exactly what Raymond was doing. Raymond responded, “No, no…keep looking!” On the dial that Raymond was turning was a tick mark that he had made. A corresponding tick mark on the surface of the equipment had been created so Raymond knew exactly how far to turn the knob. As he did so, the intesity of the plasma tube, that funny light bulb, was changing. The net effect of what Raymond was doing was to change the frequency that was emitted by the plasma tube. Raymond slowed his movement to precisely dial in the frequency that he had marked on the dial. “Please tell me what you see”, Raymond prompted.

“Well, I can see about 10 of these things. It kind of reminds me of the first time I saw Paramecium under my little microscope at home. The outlines appear to be lit…almost like they are phosphorescent.”

“Excellent observation.” Think of it this way. You can’t actually see a star, but you can see the light emitted from a star. This microscope uses special quarts crystals to help light up the specimen. That’s how you can see them. Now keep watching.” Raymond was fine tuning the other piece of equipement. “Almost there…almost there…THERE! What do you see!”

Sandra was looking intently through the scope. “I’m not sure. They’re still there…but they’re not moving. Wait…Oh my God! They’re exploding?” She said this in the form of a question.

Sandra looked up at Raymond as if she’d seen a ghost. “I’m not sure I get it.” One minute I’m looking at a live virus and the next minute, they explode. And I’m presuming that it has something to do with that radio looking thing. You’ve got some explaining to do mister!”

“In due time”, Raymond said. Here’s the rest of the virus if you want it. Raymond tossed her the vial. Sandra made a panicked grab for it. “I can assure you that there is no longer a live virus in that container. They suffered the exact same fate that you witnessed under that microscope. In fact, if you had the virus ‘in you’, it is dead also.”

Sandra quite literally was speechless. Here head was reeling. “So, what you’re saying is that without drugs, without vaccinations, by my just sitting here while you turn the dials on that machine, I’m flu-less!? You’re either a genius or an idiot. I can’t figure out which.”

“I’m neither, Sandra.” My great grandfather was a physicist. His name was Raymond Royal Rife and he invented this microscope. I found this one in the basement of our house which is the same house my great grandfather lived in. I also found this thing you call a radio. It is a radio of sorts. It’s designed to emit a certain frequency determined by that dial I was turning. The light comes from a plasma tube that emits a very narrow band of frequencies which again are determined by the dial indicator. I ran this experiment last week after I got the plazma tube. My apologies for bringing you in here, but I had to make sure that what I was doing could be replicated by another person. I’m glad to say that you passed with flying colors. It took me months to discover and see what you just did!”

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Chapter 4 – Discoveries

by Greg Newell on May.15, 2009, under Chapters, Medical Cons

Raymond was trying to move the conversation to something more intimate. He wasn’t very good at it. “There’s nothing like a San Diego sunset and wine” said Raymond. George’s at the Cove was a wonderful retreat to finish off the day, especially if you could get a seat on the ocean terrace. Raymond always looked for professional reasons to bring Sandra there because frankly he was just too shy to ask her out directly. As he watched the sun dance off the auburn streaks in her hair, all he could think about was her. He was trying to muster the courage and the words to ‘take their relationship to the next level’. He started with “Sandra…” and that’s all he got out.

Sandra interrupted without even knowing there was anything to interrupt. She couldn’t get her mind off the days events. “I’m not sure I understand. Are you saying that your great grandfather had a cure for cancer?”

“I don’t understand it all either, Sandra.” Raymond sipped his wine and contemplated how much he could tell Sandra. He decided he was pretty much all-in with the demonstration this afternoon, so he continued. “I found my great grandfather’s memoirs. I was tearing down the book case in the den and behind one of the walls of the bookshelf I found 50 notebooks, each one dated for the year in which it was written. They were dated 1917 – 1967. Sandra, he never gave up, but he died a failure. In 1971 I held my great grandfathers hand as he faded under a dose of valium and alcohol. He couldn’t talk. He looked so tired. It’s only fitting that he didn’t die of natural causes. He spent his entire life trying to eradicate them.”

Raymond took a deep breath. “It gets even better. My great grandfather proved that cancer was in fact caused by a virus. He isolated that virus, he watched it under the microscope and he killed it. Just exactly the way we killed the flu virus.” I read the memoirs and there is one thing that is incontrovertible. My great grandfather cured 30 people who were on their death beds with cancer. My great grandfather deserved a Nobel prize in medicine and Sandra, I’m going to make sure he gets it!”

“But this is ludicrous! C’mon Raymond. Really? You believe this? So, why isn’t this machine in every medical institution in the country?”

Raymond’s first inclination was to try to help Sandra rationalize what he believed to be the truth. “Sandra, what has been one of the biggest discoveries in recent years with respect to cervical cancer?” He didn’t let her answer as she started to utter the word vaccination. “That’s right, that there is a virus associated with it and that opened the door to a vaccine. We are just now discovering what my great grandfather knew to be true 80 years ago.”

Raymond was still sensing her skepticism and he started to fidget…agitated. “YOU SAW IT WORK!” He wanted to scream. “My great grandfather died a failure. His life was ruined. I saw him die in tears. He was beaten. He was discredited and destroyed not because of his failures but because of his success. He was in fact a threat.”

Sandra looked puzzled. “A threat? To whom? If I’m to believe you, he was curing cancer. How on earth could that be a threat?

“Look,” said Raymond, “I didn’t believe any of this either. That’s why I’ve been running these experiements. You can’t deny the existence of the microscope. That’s hard physical evidence. So, forget the cancer part for now. Can you deny what you saw yesterday? Do you want to go do it again? Once you get tuned into that microscope, you can repeat that experiment as much as you want. And every time you do it, you get better at it. I have never seen anything like it, Sandra. That microscope works.”

“Anyway, I started reading the memoirs. A lot of Royal Raymond Rife’s experiments were actually carried out in the very house I live in. I discovered a room in the basement that had been boarded up. But it wasn’t just boarded up, there was a cement wall where a cement wall shouldn’t be. There is nothing in the memoirs about the existence of this room. But the more time I spent fixing up the basement, the more I realized that something wasn’t right. That wall was blocking access to about a third of the basement. It wasn’t obvious until I realized that I was standing directly under the kitchen and the basement should have extended well under the dining room area. Well, long story short, I was able to cut a door in the wall and that’s when I discovered the treasure you saw in the storage room at work. Everything I found was in mint condition from what I can tell. Quite obviously, it works. If you are to believe the notes, my great grandfather used that equipment well into the sixties.

“So, why did you bring it to work?” Sandra asked.

“I know, it was a risk. I decided it would be easier to keep it under wraps and run some of the experiements that I wanted to run if I had access to live specimens. I weighed the risk of leaving the facility with those specimens against being seen bringing in this equipment. I wasn’t breaking any rules by bringing the equipment in and I wasn’t exposing the public to any live viruses. It made sense to set up shop in the junk room. I mean really, if you look in there, this stuff just looks like part of the land of the misfits! It looks like junk too! But Sandra, this stuff is NOT junk.”

“I’ve been learning how to use this microscope for months. I started with standard slides and specimens that could be seen under even a low power microscope. It was fascinating. This microscope is amazing. There are five more of these Microscopes in the world. No-one knows that this one even exists which is why it’s so important to keep it under wraps. I’m afraid if this discovery were made public, this instrument would be archived at some place like the Smithsonian, never to expose its real truth.”

“So, what about the other thing.”

“That is a frequency generator. It eats up a bit of power which you noticed when we turned it on. That was another reason bringing it to the lab made sense. The plasma tube appears to be original from what I can tell. To be honest, I did not expect it to work. Boy, was I wrong. According to the memoirs this unit was going to be mass manufactured. For that reason, there were very detailed instructions regarding how to setup and operate the frequency generator. There are pages and pages in my great grandfather’s memoirs just indicating dial positions associated with successes and failures of experiment after experiment. If anything, he was dedicated to this machine and exhaustively detailed on all it’s trials. Some of the logs indicate occasions where he didn’t sleep for days. That, Sandra, is either the work of a lunatic or a genius. There were 30 people who would tell you that Raymond Royal Rife was an angel from heaven.”

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Chapter 5 – Human Trials

by Greg Newell on May.17, 2009, under Chapters, Medical Cons

If you were ever sick enough to go to a hospital in San Diego, chances were pretty good that you ended up at a facility in the Scripps network. Scripps has 5 huge hospitals, 10 clinics, 9 medical centers. In addition there were numerous affiliate outpatient sites and well being centers.

According to Scripps’ literature, ”patients can expect the most advanced technology, renowned medical expertise and complete patient support synonymous with Scripps Health. Our World of Healing resources help patients address their health concerns and lead healthy lifestyles.”

Both Raymond and Sandra worked in clinical trials. Sandra loved her work and felt a true sense of satisfaction because of the help she was giving. Raymond never would admit it, but he worked for Scripps clinical research because he wanted to be near Sandra. Whatever his primary motivation, he did find his work fascinating and engaging.

Part of clinical research is of course running trials on new, possible breakthrough drugs and medical treatments. Clinical research was an important part of making sure new drugs and procedures were safe. Scripps employees who volunteered to run these clinical trials stood a very good chance to gain promotions. Trials that were successful had to be published and that publication became the primary marketing resource to get the drugs on the market. New clinical studies were posted almost daily so the art of picking and choosing which one to get involved with was primarily determined by which ones you thought would succeed and which ones would fail. Today, the newest clinical trial involved the h5n1 virus – bird flu.

Sandra grabbed the posting and immediately filled out the form. For once, her consideration had nothing to do with career advancement. She walked down to the directors temporary office. The director visited this facility once a week. She handed the application directly to Chris. Chris Van Gorder was Scripps CEO. He was instrumental in getting Sandra hired and had what you might call a professional crush on her. While Sandra did not abuse that relationship, she was able to get just about anything she wanted. She handed the application to Chris and said emphatically, “Chris, put me on this team.”

Chris looked up, a little incredulous. “Ok, done. But, Sandra, it’s just the flu. Why do you want this. We do flu trial every year and you’ve never asked for it.”

Sandra fumbled for words because she knew Chris was right. “I know, I just want to lay low this summer and this looks like an easy one. Can you put Raymond on it to? Oh…and, it’s not just the flu – it’s SARS.”

Still perplexed but agreeble, Chris put her application in his folder. “Get me his app. I don’t see a problem.”

“Great! Thanks.” Sandra left the office and immediately started filling out Raymond’s application. Before she left the building she dropped Raymond’s application off in Chris’ office.

 On the way home, she dialed Raymond on her cell phone. He answered on the first ring. Before he even got to say hello, Sandra was talking. “Raymond, you’re working on the clinical trials for h5n1. I just thought you should know.”

“Oh?” responded Raymond. “How did I get on that list? Sounds actually kind of boring.”

“Not this time. Meet me at Shades. We have a lot to talk about. Say five-ish” With that, Sandra hung up. She hadn’t felt this exhilarated in a long time. Driving though side streets, her GPS was expertly guiding her to a place she’d only been to a handful of times. As her mind started wandering, she had to ask herself why she would pick a cafe well off the beaten path to meet up with Raymond. She rationalized that it was quiet and charming, she loved the view. Not a single thought that surfaced indicated that there was a growing attraction to Raymond. She pulled into the Shades parking lot at 4:45, scoped the terrace for good seats sat down and ordered a glass of wine. As she settled, she looked up and across the room was someone waving at her. It was Raymond.

Sandra stood back up with her glass of wine and made her way across the terrace. “Wow, you got here quick.”

“I actually wasn’t that far away. I love this place. How do you know about it?” Raymond asked.

Sandra actually had to think about that. “I think I had a date here once.” She really wasn’t interested in going too much into why this place. “It really just popped into my head, so I thought, why not? And here we are. Anyway….”

Raymond interrupted, “Ok, what did you sign me up for and why?”.

Sandra opened her folder. All of a sudden, it was not seeming like the fantastic idea that she first ran with. Not wanting to seem ambivalent, she forwarded the document to Raymond. “This is a clinical trial that is testing the effacacy of a new vaccine on h5n1. Sars.”

Raymond was still puzzled. “So?”

“Well,” said Sandra, “there are two things that caught my eye. One is that there is a live viral component to the trial. Two, they’re testing a inhalent form of the vaccination. They already have some positive test results for the injectible form. We could get some of the live specimens for your, you know, your project.”

Raymond burst out laughing. “Seriously? The other day you ready to walk out and have no part of it. Now you want to procure one of the most deadly flu strains. I think I’ll pass, thank you very much. I kind of like this thing I have become very fond of called… l-i-f-e”. He spelled out the letters for the word life. On top of that, I kind of like my job. What are you thinking?”

“Well,” admitted Sandra “to be honest, I think your microscope and frequency radio thing-a-ma-bob have got me excited. I really did not put much more thought into it than that. Do you think this is something we could work on?”

Raymond only heard one word in that entire question. The word “we”. That was all he need to get excited about the project too. “Ok, if we do this, you realize that we are both putting our jobs on the line? Do you really want to do this?”

The excitement was building up again for Sandra. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained. But first, I need to understand that equipment of yours. We have three weeks before these trials begin. How much can you show me in that period of time?”

Raymond considered the opportunity to be with Sandra for the next three weeks. “Well, there’s a lot of work to do. We have to establish our own clinical trial, figure out how to conduct our own tests under the radar and bring you up to speed on the operation of the Rife machine and microscope. That’s a LOT of work for the next three weeks. Are you game? really?” At this point, Raymond was waffling between the actual project which he didn’t want to do and the prospect of having Sandra’s undivided attention 24/7 for the next three weeks and possibly for the entire summer.

“Let’s do it!” Sandra blurted out. And thus, Raymond’s decision was made for him.

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Chapter 6 – Radio Talk

by Greg Newell on May.19, 2009, under Chapters, Medical Cons

It’s interesting how your mind presents to your consciousness the very things that you are thinking about. Plato said that those things don’t exist until you think of them. Raymond was much more  in the mindset of Aristotle who argued that your mind is a filter that allows you to see the things in your life that interest you and filter everything else out. Raymond wasn’t much of a philosopher but it made sense that what was in your head was what you paid attention to. To him it was like what happens when you buy the newest, hottest car on the market. All of a sudden, the car you bought is everywhere. Raymond had two things swimming around his head, the project he’d just signed up for with Sandra and Sandra.

The night was just turning the corner on midnight and Coast to Coast was filling the silent void on AM Talk radio. Raymond was reading Royal Rife’s memoirs from 1932 when his ear picked up “bird flu” :

Caller: “I am calling because I am very concerned, umm, we have some actual proof that a trucker may actually be transporting, aah, bird flu.”

Host Interrupts, “Oooh”.

Caller continues: “We have a federal agent who is aware, who has taken the documents to many agencies including New York State Police, the FBI and many, many states,  in sections controlled disease, and what, um, this trucker reported was that he works for Department of Homeland Security. Um, he’s a Spanish man who, um, is trucking an independent truck. He goes down to the corner of Broadway and Clinton in Albany NY at the Department of Homeland facility every single evening for loads. He said there are Raymour & Flanigans and JB Hunt trucks ahead of him loading. That he has taken loads from a silo above Glens Falls. His truck actually was lowered into the ground, into a silo. When his truck came out of the ground he was given a shot in his arm which he was told to protect his family. He transported, umm, iced refrigerated loads to the Pentagon, Baltimore, umm. Maryland, aah. Tuscan Arizona; umm, he was told that if [garbled]”

Caller: “Um, he told the federal investigator how he’s getting paid; from the Bank of America with a number. He walks up to a window. He presents his number. He is taken to a back room and paid in cash. He showed the federal agent a hundred thousand dollars in receipts ‘cause he gets five thousand per load…”

Host Interrupts: “Whoa!”

Caller: “And he gets as many as three loads per day.”

Host: “Ok, now wait. Let me just stop you right here because this is amazing information to say the least. Now, perhaps he is transporting vaccines. Refrigerated vaccines. Is that a possibility?”

Caller: “Anything that has to be iced either has to be an antigen or an antibody. That’s all we know. But we know that they gave him a shot to transport it; that they told him it was to protect his family; that it is obviously something that has to be kept refrigerated. On the one, he did one load for a complete week to Tuscan Arizona and back, that the amount of money that they’re paying him under the table, through the Bank of America, only loading at night. They call him and they ask him to come down to meetings at the Department of Homeland Security at three o’clock in the morning and’ll ask him how he’s doing and send him back home and say ‘you’re fine, you’re OK, go back home.’ He has other truckers, he knows of a trucker with a 53 foot bed unit that took a missile type. He was able to see his load. That was taken out to Phoenix, Arizona. He was given eighteen thousand dollars to truck that load two times.

Host Interjecting: “Wow…”

Caller: “Um, it was eight, eighty tons and he blew his brakes. The Department of Homeland Security took care of it. Umm, he also has been to two silos. He’s been to many cities with his loads. He is continuously working for the department of Homeland Security and they are reload, um relocating him since the federal agents and the state police were notified. We were notified that he is being relocated to Tuscan, Arizona at a base fifteen miles below Tuscan.”

Host: “Ok now, let me just ask you Mary, how did you come upon this information.”

Caller:  ”Umm, I can’t…I can’t say. [She stumbles.] Just what I’m saying has already put me in danger. But, it is a testimony that many people are aware of and they are doing nothing about it. And the, um, the ah…some of the high-up in ah New York State Police were quoted as saying ‘This is bigger than both of us, we’re not touching it with a ten foot pole.’ “ 

Host: “Oh my goodness. Wow.”

Caller: “And we were told that there were retired New York State Troopers that are getting paid two and three times their salary that are the tail cars. They’re actually in vans in back of these Raymour & Flanigan trucks and these transports; and they are within a mile behind them so if you ever go down the New York State Throughway and look at these double Raymour and Flanigan trucks that are going west toward Syracuse, which is a CIA front, what they are doing is they have those tail cars in the back and they are, and from what I understand, those are retired state troopers that are escorting those loads.”

Host: “OK, stay right there because we got a four minute break coming at us.”

Host: “She has given us a lot of facts supporting this. Mary, what do you think all of this means?”

Caller: “He actually gave testimony to the names of the people that are running the show. There’s a retired three star African American general that’s in Albany, that’s there late at night when he does his pick ups. There’s another guy named Fitahu who’s Muslim. There are many white suits. Um, there’re all the truckers, not just him, he named five of them, are being paid through Bank of America with their independent numbers. He has a uniform that he wears which is a light blue shirt with blue, with umm buttons down the front, short sleeve. It says ‘Eastern Connection’ with a red and orange, umm, sewn insignia on the shirt. He has to wear black pants and white sneakers or they do not allow him to the facilities. He is not allowed to, ahh, stop the truck once they start it. Ahh, to urinate, they either have to go in urinals or pee in the truck.”

Host: “Hmmmm…”

Caller: “ They are, at the end of their transport, they are given a white bag by the Department of Homeland Security that they have to put all their belongings in. They are not allowed to chew gum in the cabs of the trucks on the transports. They are escorted. When he’s been to the Pentagon, there had been people with 45’s around their waists and plain clothes that have met the truck and also on the slips that he gets paid.  Um, it..his slips say thirty Karner Road, Albany NY to 11 Wards Lane, Menands New York. And he stated that he has been to neither of those locations but every single one of his trucking slips for which he gets paid says those addresses on them.”

Host: “OK, say that again. Thirty…”

Caller: “Thirty Karner Road, Albany New York.”

Host: “C? How do you spell that.”

Caller: “K-A-R-N-E-R. Karner. Thirty Karner Road, Albany New York to Eleven Wards Lane, Menands New York.”

Host: “How do you spell Menands.”

Caller: “M-E-N-A-N-D-S. And he’s also been transported by Menands police to the city limits when he leaves the facility with a load and they turn around at the city limit and return as he progresses on with his transports.”

Host: “Ok, now my question is: “why did he begin talking about this? Or who did he decide to tell this to? Obviously, he knows that he’s not supposed to be telling anybody this information.”

Caller: “[Stammers a little.] The impression that I got from the agent that I spoke to, umm, because many people got this… I guess they have, umm, sent this to a lot of agencies, is umm, he spoke to someone that he knows personally. And he didn’t think he was doing anything wrong. He just thought he had a good [stammers]…I think he just thinks he has a good gig with the government. When he was giving the testimony, it was in an innocent testimony and they did not bring up FEMA trains, bird flu and any of that because they didn’t want to tip him off that, you know, that he might be doing something wrong because these people have their claws in him, hour by the hour, all day long.”

Host: “Ok…”

Caller: “Umm, this man said that the government told them that if he’s good to them, they’ll be good to him and they were going to take him to a place called Sandy Point in Maryland, on the water for Government people to…where it’s safe, when this was over. And then, they have since sent him to Tuscan, Arizona with his family to relocate him on base housing and all’s he has to pay for is food because this investigator has spoken to him three times.

Host: “What I’d like for you to do is call me at the Power Hour, 877-817-9829; if you have any additional information on this or anything that we can do about this, umm, give me a call and stay abreast with me because this sounds pretty, uh, discouraging, if you ask me.”

Caller: “It’s not just, its not just that, umm, he’s had lead cars that like they’ll tell him, they’ll tell him where he’s gotta go, and he’ll be going from point A to point B and somebody will interrupt the trip and then divert him down a road. Um he went to Glens Falls, New York; went to a dead end street by a Stuarts, by the Civic Center in Glenns Falls New York. They open a gate and he drove six miles on a gravel driveway to an underground silo. When he, when the truck came out of the silo after he waited with the other truckers for three hours while they loaded in secret, the people who were, who appeared with the truck, when the truck was coming out of ground, had tyveck suits, the mask, the gloves, all the works on.”

Host: “Ooh”

Caller: “He’s also transported,umm, at the 109th Air Guard, at Stratton Air force base. He did do ninety boxes of clear plastic white fluid. Umm, he did see that load. Rarely does he see his loads but apparently he’s loaded that one, at a C130 at the 109th Air Guard. And um, he’s done a lot of loads with these types of things, umm, you know, medical supplies, equipment, and but, but, specifically, refrigerated, to Tuscan and to the Pentagon and to Baltimore. And he, and I think, I think that’s what’s up to no good. Umm along the New York State throughway there are miles and miles of car carriers that they’ve been adding to. There are, have to be thirty miles of them right now, sitting on the tracks since just before Christmas, that seem to be increasing in length and my, my…”

Host:  ”Are, are you…wait a minute. Car Carriers…Are you talking about on the road, off the road?”

Caller: “On the…No, they’re on the railroad tracks. Pulled over to the side. Of the tracks. On the spare, on the spare tracks.”

Host: “Um Hmm.”

Caller: “And they’re actually car carriers. Umm, and I think it’s for dead bodies. I think it’s, it’s pre-positioning. I do know, umm, a Pakistani diplomat who has recently left the Albany area, who I knew personally, who told me that America is no more, that he’s leaving. He took a child out of a local school in the middle of the school year to leave. He is, aah, he is a player. He knows a lot of very important people. I know for a fact and he has left the area, left the country. Umm, so I do think…”

Host: “Wow.”

Caller: “That something is going on very sinister. No one will convince me of anything other than that. I’ve been watching this for eight months trying to warn people and there are many agencies that are aware and they are just not willing to do anything about it. From what I see, I mean I’m nobody. They might be doing something about it that I don’t know, but they’ve been made aware of everything you’re hearing.”

Host: “Thank you very much Mary for calling in from New York. I really do appreciate your doing this. Whoa…oh. Gives me goosebumps.”

As the radio show receeded into the background noise, Raymond had already filed this in the “raving lunatic” bin in the back of his mind. So had most of the listeners. What this amounted to was pure entertainment and for the radio show, ratings, and the talk show host had eaten it up. While a percentage of the listening audience might consider what Mary was saying believable, the show would fade in the minds of the listeners as the next caller revealed his personal experience with being abducted and how the Grays could read his every thought. Not a single person in the listening audience thought even to try to verify what Mary had just said. If they had, they would have found two silos at the end of a long gravel road with underground entrances exactly six miles from the Glens Falls Civic Center.

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Chapter 7 – The Microscope

by Greg Newell on May.23, 2009, under Chapters, Medical Cons

Raymond and Sandra had three weeks to devise a plan to integrate the Rife technologies into the flu trials. The challenges of doing this were many but first, both Raymond and Sandra had to understand in detail the equipment they were dealing with. Raymond did not have much of an advantage over Sandra in this regard. His C-average in microbiology highlighted the fact that Raymond had never really found his true calling. He always made decisions for other reasons. But it seemed that he had a calling now. He could not put down the memoirs and the ideas of Royal Raymond Rife. His destiny was forming with or without his intention.

Sandra’s lifelong intentions were much more grounded. She would very matter-of-factly state: “I love what I do because I see the difference I can make in peoples’ lives.” It’s not always easy to know what to do with a degree in organic chemistry and a doctorate in life sciences because your head is buried in a book for 16 years. Sandra knocked that 16 years down to 9 and for that had the attention of some of the most elite in the medical community. She was definitely on the fast track to fame and fortune, at least if you went by what her peers had to say about her. She was one of the few people that Raymond knew who always seemed to know what she wanted to be when “she grew up”.

rifemicroscopeThe Rife Microscope was comprised of 5,682 parts. Raymond was orienting Sandra with its major components. He pushed his glasses up over the bridge of his nose. “Two quartz prisms are located between the light source and the specimen, here”, he said pointing at two circular, wedge-shaped, block crystal quartz prisms. They polarize the light before it gets to the specimen. These prisms are acting as a filter that only allows light vibrating in one particular plane to pass through. Kind of like how your sun glasses stop the reflections from bouncing off the surface of water and blinding you. With these adjustments, here and here”, Raymond pointed that the knobs controlling the angles of the double reflecting prisms, “it’s possible to turn this plane of vibration in any desired direction.”

Sandra, jumped in. “I think I see what’s happening. Passing light through a prism separates out the various frequencies. Each color of the rainbow represents a different frequency of light. We did this experiment in physics to create a man-made rainbow. The prism creates a rainbow. By adjusting the angle, you can control exactly what light frequency hits the specimen. But why do this? Why not just pass as much light as possible through the specimen?”

“Ahh”, said Raymond, “see, that’s the trick! By controlling the frequency of light that you send through the object, you are controlling the illumination of the object…NOT the illumination that passes through the object. Conventional microscopes work because the specimen blocks out light passing through the object. The contrast of light that gets to the lens is how you see objects under a conventional microscope. This is different! We’re looking at stars in a microscopic universe. You won’t see the object you’re trying to see until you get this exactly right. When the positioning is exactly correct, when you’ve essentially matched the frequency associated with the chemical components of the specimen, the object illuminates because it is operating at the same vibrational frequency as the light that is passing through it. It’s resonating with the light source. These quartz crystals arranged this way allow you to control the frequency of light that is passing through the specimen.”

Raymond continued, “My great grandfather was a physicist and oddly enough a bacteriologist too. He was working on  a theory that he believed would eradicate Tuberculosis. Without taking you down that road, his challenge was to be able to see a living virus so that he could determine which frequency from the other device you saw could be used to kill the virus. Obviously having a live virus to see and play with would greatly speed up these types of studies.  You know what they say, ‘necessity is the mother of invention’.”

Now trying to understand, Sandra interjected, “If the microscope makes the specimen resonate why doesn’t it kill it? Why does one machine kill it and the other just illuminate it?” Sandra was looking a bit confused and Raymond mis-read her confusion as skepticism.

“It’s has to do with the amount of energy from the resonating source, I think.” Honestly, Raymond wasn’t exactly sure. Without realizing why, Raymond was becoming particularly sensitive to any skeptism surrounding the details of his great grandfathers’ accomplishments. He thought it was important to show Sandra an article from the the Los Angeles Times Magazine dated December 27, 1931 reporting the emergence of this technology to corroborate everything he was telling her. “Check this out”, Raymond said, carefully pulling the newspaper article out from his briefcase:

“Bacilli may thus be studied by their light, exactly as astronomers study moons, suns, and starts by the light which comes from them through telescopes. The bacilli studied are living ones, not corpses killed by stains.”

“It saddens me to say how short lived this fame had been for my great grandfather.”  Raymond put the news article carefully back in its protective shieth. “Anyway, three weeks ago, I tried this scope on the flu virus. It took me a week to see it even with some of the notes that my great grandfather had regarding flu virus. It’s amazing Sandra. Every time I look at this one specimen, without looking at the physical parameters of the instrument, the microscope settings always end up exactly the same. I’m setting them blindly! The results are that reproducable. This is no fluke! That’s why I was so stunned when you were able to see the flu virus the other day. I played with this thing for a week and only until I started with things much larger than a virus’ did I begin to figure out how to tune it. Frankly, I just think you got lucky.” He winked through his coke bottle glasses.

Sandra just had to laugh. “Luck, my butt!” Sandra reached into her shirt pocket and produced a vial. She handed it to Raymond. “Let’s practice with this.”

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Chapter 8 – Clinical Trial Research

by Greg Newell on May.28, 2009, under Chapters, Medical Cons

Sandra had managed about 60 clinical trials in her short career with Scripps. Her primary task was to make sure the trials were administered correctly, to insure the absolute safety of the participants and to deliver the final results report. Double-blind trials were nothing new but that didn’t mean double stupid. Sandra did her homework with respect to who was running the trial, what they were hoping to achieve, how they would get their results and why they were running the trial. The ‘who’ in this case was Sanofi-Pasteur. Sanofi-Pasteur was the worlds largest manufacturer of vaccines, capable of producing almost two billion vaccine doses annually.

Historically, there always seemed to be a common thread in the research that Sandra did relative to the drug industry. If you go back far enough, the same names pop up time and again. Rockefeller was distinct among them. In 1917, Rockefeller made millions in vaccine sales. In the spring and summer of 1917, America was preparing for war. American men were drafted into military service and deployed for training in Spain. All new recruits were given mandatory vaccinations, one of which was a broad-sprectrum Influenza vaccination. In 1918, the world was hit with the ‘Spanish Flu’. The Spanish Flu was aptly named in reference to the eight million Spaniards who died in May of 1918. In the midst and distraction of war, few seemed to notice even the obvious.  The first wave of influenza reared its head in the spring of 1918 in Kansas and in military camps throughout the US shortly after the vaccination programs.  Noone ever thought to question that the vaccinations themselves might be the source but Sandra couldn’t get that thought out of her head. The evidence was just too compelling but seemingly most people were distracted at the time. It was, afterall, wartime. Wilson had just given his 14 point address. So, there was virtually no response or acknowledgment to the epidemics in March and April of 1918 in the U.S. military camps. In the end, the flu was responsible for half of the death toll of American soldiers and 30 million people worldwide.

As The Great War came to an end, so too had the effects of the Spanish Flu. The heads of various multinational banks met in conference at San Remo, Italy in 1924 to place war reparations on Germany. And there was Rockefeller again. On March 28, 1924, Rockefeller officially formed a French Oil conglomerate named “Total”. Today, Total Inc. is a multi-national mega-corporation operating in 130 countries with over 110,000 employees. Two of Total’s prime, wholly-owned subsidiaries, are the Pharmaceutical giants – Sanofi-Aventis and Sanofi-Pasteur.

The other ‘who’ in this trial was MedImmune. Wayne T. Hockmeyer, founder of MedImmune received his BS at Purdue University in 1966 and is PhD at the University of Florida in 1972. In 8 short, relatively uneventful years, he found himself in the Department of Defense as Chairman in the Immunology Dept., at the Walter Reed Army Institute of Research. At a time when bio-technology was just emerging, Wayne was smack-dab in the middle of it. The Department of Defense was on the bleeding edge of BioTech research and Wayne got a first class seat to both witness and participate. As Sandra read through the National Academies Press archives, she found herself drawn into the history like she’d never been in her academic career. Perhaps this had more bite and relavence. In 1974, the emergence of “Biotechnology” surfaced with a new patent application that ‘provided a means to manipulate, or recombine, genetic material into useful, commercial products that are more naturally acceptable to the human body and its environment”. Biotechnology was a field defined as the use of recombinant DNA methods or broadly defined as anything related to life sciences. Wayne Hockmeyer would take his knowledge of genetics and immunology, and his experience at the DOD to start up a new biotech company in 1987 named Molecular Vaccines, Inc., renamed MedImmune 2 years later. 20 Years later, MedImmune became a wholly own subsidiary of AstraZeneca. The most recent accomplishments associated with MedImmune involved the reverse engineering of viruses. With all this information, Sandra could only utter a single word, “huh…” and moved on.

Bird Flu Clinical Trials Fail

Bird Flu Clinical Trials Fail

With respect to the task at hand, Sonofi-Pasteur had already completed several clinical trials. Sandra blew by most of the reports as typical if not informational. However, one report in the UK Telegraph did not report your typical clinical trial results. The title of the article was ‘Homeless people die after bird flu vaccine trial in Poland’. Reports were sketchy with respect to who did what. Sanofi-Pasteur and Novartis were mentioned as possible sponsors of the trial but the report seemed to relegate blame to the local medical personnel. To what end, Sandra could not even imagine.

With all the information she had about ‘who’; Sandra was now digging into ‘why’. In a press release dated November 2007, Sanofi-Pasteur announced that Leavitt, head of the department of Health and Human Services (HHS) authorized the purchase of 100-million dollars worth of H5N1 vaccines from Sanofi-Pasteur. They further indicated that the cell-based vaccine would be mass produced in the company’s China facility – then shipped to Stillwater, Pennsylvania for hypodermic syringe-friendly packaging. So if the vaccine was already approved and in fact the US Government was stockpiling, then, why? Apparantly, this decision had been made without prior animal or human testing, or at least none that they cared to report. Sandra realized that she had just signed up for that detail and the thought was not sitting well with her.

She was starting to put together the ‘how’ with the little information that she had already obtained. She already knew from the description in the clinical trial application that it involved a live viral component. That was initially what caught her attention. She thought it could help with Raymond’s little side hobby.  She did not need to go that far to connect the dots. In June of 2007, MedImmune, Inc. was awarded a 55 million dollar contract from the Department of Health and Human Services to modify its U.S. vaccine manufacturing facilities to produce pandemic influenza vaccines using its live, attenuated, needle-free technology. MedImmune was experienced at delivering vaccines via an inhalent type apparatus and in fact already delivered standard influenza A and B vaccines called FluMist in local clinics and even Walmarts across the US. In the same stroke of the pen, Sanofi Pasteur was awarded a $77.4 million contract to modify its own flu vaccine manufacturing facility in the U.S.

The clinical trial Sandra had signed up for was to run the productized results of this marriage through human clinical studies. She was not at all comfortable with her decision to do so. Something told her that this summer was not going to be the picnic in the park she’d told Chris Van Gorder it would be. For that matter, she was beginning to feel a pang of guilt at dragging Raymond into this.

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Chapter 9 – The 24 minute flu bug

by Greg Newell on May.30, 2009, under Chapters, Medical Cons

Sandra couldn’t tell that Raymond had been up all night. He was animated and eager almost as if he’d already had his share of Venti Lattes laced with quad-shots. Sandra knew that Raymond did not drink coffee, or tea. She thought it was funny that he always liked to meet at the local Starbucks. Maybe it was because it was just on the way to the lab. Or maybe it was because he loved the brownies.

The actual reason was that Raymond knew that this was Sandra’s first stop every day before work. He did like the brownies too. “I hope that wasn’t bird flu,” Raymond blurted out, shaking his half-eaten brownie at her.

“No hello kiss, Raymond?” Sandra bent down and pecked him on the cheek, to which he blushed. “No, it wasn’t bird flu. I never said it was.”

“But I thought…aahhh, nevermind. In any case, I have it ready!”

“What do you mean? Ready?” responded Sandra.

“Last night, I prepped a sample, several actually, and tried to find it under the Rife-Scope. I didn’t have much luck. I gave up about 2-AM. I couldn’t sleep, so I started rifling through my great grandfathers memoirs. Very early in his career, 1917 to be exact, the ideas of my Great Grand Father were just starting to surface. While his initial ideas concerned Tuberculosis, it soon became apparant that influenza was a major concern in the US and Worldwide. This was when the Spanish Flu begain to emerge. As it turns out, the timing just didn’t warrant the focus on influenza. The Spanish Flu was long gone when the first real working versions of the Rife-Scope were ready for prime-time. But that didn’t mean it was ignored. At the time, he just played the hand he was dealt. That card was cancer because grant money seem to be focusing on cancer.”

“Anyway, these notes indicated that Royal Raymond Rife was actually studying influenza, said Raymond brandishing a copy of the 1939 memoirs. This letter was inserted the notes is from Henry Siner. Henry visited the Rockefeller Institute in New York in 1939.”

Sandra raised an eyebrow at the mention of Rockefeller again.

“Here’s part of the letter he wrote, ‘The people at work in the lab were engaged in the process of inoculating something into fertile chicken eggs, but were good enough to take the time to explain that they were working on the virus of the cold and the ‘flu’. Dr. Carscarden, at this point, announced that I was taking a microscope to England that would reveal these virus forms. He was promptly informed by one of the chief technicians that such a thing was a myth, or words to that effect.’ Raymond explain that Henry was Royal Raymond Rife’s assistent. “The folks at the Rockefeller Institute had been briefed on the technology and basically told without ever seeing it that it was junk!” In fact, it appears that throughout his career, Royal Rife was cataloging all of the known diseases he could gain access too. Funny thing too, he never got sick being around all of that. See here, he said pointing to one of the tables, he actually cataloged the Microscope parameters needed to see these viruses.” He pointed to the page showing a list of various viruses and several were categorized under influenza. Indicated next to these where the settings for the course and fine controls on the Rife-scope, several other parameters and the frequency used to immobilize and destroy the specimen.

Sandra was getting excited too. “Well then, lets go take a look!”

Raymond stood up immediately, knocking the coffee table almost over. “Whoops, sorry. I was hoping you would say that! Let’s go!” Then something came over Raymond that he didn’t expect. Raymond was dizzy and a little nauseous. “Whoa…” he said as he just stood there.

“Are you Ok?” Sandra asked looking at him with some concern. “You don’t look so well.”

“I don’t know,” said Raymond. “I was fine this morning. Maybe we should put this off till tomorrow. I was up all last night and I think it might be just catching up with me. I think I’ll just take the day off and call in a sick day.”

“Sick day my butt Raymond! You’ve got the flu!”

“What exactly was that sample you gave me Sandra?” Raymond asked.

“H1N1. The same thing that’s going around the globe as we speak. Swine flu. And no, you haven’t been vaccinated for it because that’s exactly what the clinical trials that we signed up for are supposed to test. C’mon, let’s go see if your machine works.” Now it was Sandra’s turn to be excited. She had a living, breathing test subject.

Sandra and Raymond both made their way across the street to the lab. Sandra used her key card to get in the back entrance and they took the elevator up to the lab floor. Chris Von Gorder caught a glimpse of them both as they slipped into the ‘junk room’.

In a matter of minutes, Raymond mounted the first slide on the stage of the microscope while Sandra was trying to decipher the settings that were indicated in the memoirs. Raymond pointed to the one that seem correct for influenza. He wasn’t feeling much better and jitters didn’t go well with the fine adjustments required for this microscope to work. “Sandra, I can’t focus enough to make these adjustments, let’s switch.”

Sandra excitedly took the helm. Raymond dialed the course and fine adjustments to as close as he could on the Rife-scope. “Do you see anything?” he asked.

“Not yet, let me try,” said Sandra. Sandra began to move the quartz prizms. The adjustments she made were tiny as she tried to maintain within the range indicated in the notes that Raymond was now holding.

“Sandra, relax”. Raymond instructed. ”Use the force”.  

It was such a nerd thing to say and somehow it endeared Raymond to Sandra even more. “Sick and a sense of humor”. She giggled, but it did seem to relax her. She looked up, took a deep breath, exhaled and started again. This time she saw what she was looking for. “I’ve got it, Raymond! I’ve got it!”

“Ok, let me see where your adjustments have landed.” Raymond was recording the instrument settings for future use.  The precision of the Rife-scope wasn’t exactly digital. One had to interpret the positions of the adjustments and that left room for error. The adjustments were almost imperceptable and the positions indicated were exactly what Raymond’s great grandfather had recorded in the instrument almost 80 years ago.

“OK, so we can see it. Now, here’s the fun.” Raymond flipped through the memoirs to a second table. “Here are the settings for frequency generator. The frequency for influenza is 1,674,000 cycles per second. The wavelength is 154 meters.”

Sandra looked up from the Microscope at Raymond, obvously puzzled.

“I don’t get it either,” Raymond said. “Just go with it. You keep your eyes on Mr. H1N1 and let me see if I can get this thing going.” As the power came up, the plazma tube began to glow. Still dizzy with nausia, Raymond was not really finding the excitement in this experiment that Sandra was. She was rivoted to the spectacle in front of her. She’d seen viruses before but never live. A dead influenza virus look like a round ball with a lot of bumps on it. But the live version of the virus looked much different. There was a round head, a elongated body and branched tail. As Raymond adjusted the knobs on the frequency generator, two of the viruses curled up into the typical ball she was used to seeing.

“Right there! Right there!” Sandra had just watched a live influenza virus curl up and die.

“Good,” said Raymond. Without changing the frequency, Raymond adjusted the wavelength ever so slightly. Sandra watched in amazement as over the course of about three minutes, the little curled up balls exploded.

“See if you can see any more of the virus,” Raymond said. Sandra was way ahead of him. Nothing in the visual landscape indicated that there any virus left alive. “Nope, I can’t find anything.” Raymond slipped a second virus sample onto the stage.

“How about now”, he asked.

“No, nothing.” Sandra began playing with the adjustments. “No, nothing in this sample.”

“Nothing anymore”, Raymond corrected her.

A knock on the door startled both Raymond and Sandra. Without waiting for a response, Chris Van Gorder pushed the door open and called out. “Hey, you guys…hello?”

Raymond felt like he’d just been caught red-handed, which of course he had. He quickly turned the plazma light off and tried to cover with random conversation, “It’s not here Sandra, I told you.”

Sandra stood up from the stool and walked back to where Chris was. While Chris had only pushed his head through the door, everything they were doing was in full view. “What are you guys doing? We’ve got a briefing in 10 minutes to go over this clinical trial that you wanted so bad. Let’s go!”

Sandra covered with: “Raymond is a bit of a medical junk collector. It’s OK right? None of this stuff is exactly going to make it to the Smithsonian.”

Chris smiled. “No, probably not. But you better grab it. This room is going to become your next lab. We’ll talk about it later. We’ve gotta go.”

Raymond was now standing next to Sandra. “Let’s go then, we can look through this scrap pile later. Sorry, Chris. I totally forgot about today’s briefing.” Raymond didn’t lie very well. He had not done any preparation for the trials and so didn’t have a clue what was going on. Sandra scowled at him.

“That’s because we didn’t post it,” said Chris. “You wouldn’t have known.”

As they walked down the hall, the event that Sandra and Raymond had just witnessed did not escape Sandra. Raymond on the other hand was now feeling quite nervous in Chris’ presence. He couldn’t think of much else. He just kept walking and staring at the red line on the floor. That line would take them to the conference room.

Sandra snapped Raymond out of his nervous daze with a very simple question. “How do you feel, Raymond?”

Raymond looked up at Sandra. He stopped dead in his tracks. He tilted his head then shook it a little. He took a deep breath and then delivered a huge smile. “I feel awesome!”

“That’s great,” Chris said. “Really…now c’mon.”

Sandra looked at Raymond with a knowledge they now both shared and let go a very slight smile. “Must have been the 24 minute bug”, she said.

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