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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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