The Conspiratorial

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”.

The 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.”