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FROM THE DESK OF
Mr. Ted Owens (PK MAN)
I like 500,000.
Box 48
Cape Charles, Virginia
But I say do.
23310
200,000

Feb. 8, 1978

Dear Jeffrey,

Re yours of Feb. 6, 1978. Sad about Dutton. He will live to regret his decision, because a book on my work will be a best seller...with my SIS backing it, invisibly.

By all means, encourage your Ron Bernstein to go after the book idea with other publishers. Meanwhile it is my hope that your own book on ESP training will come out and be successful...and I hope that my SIS back it, for my friend Jeffrey. Am sure that it is a fine work, as was your Roots of.

The film sounds great...and of course I will cooperate to the utmost with Michael Weise.

Lynn Hershman sounds great...and if she can stand my kidding, my Indiana humor, vs. her sophisticated mind...we'll get along great.

It is most interesting...that just after 20 of your peers descended upon you re me...you are now getting away from me, and back to your own PhD work. But of course, you are right...your own personal work comes first. And remember my prediction...after you get your PhD, and you will...you will become one of the world's best scientists in your own field.

I was vastly amused...with the last three paragraphs of your first page...that I could get tiny funding...to take care of living expenses...to stay upon the stage. But...who cares what I think. Obviously no one around at the present time.

Each day that I spend here, in the nothingness of New Mexico...is one less day of magic...for the United States to have in its possession. The price this government is paying...each day...for not giving me and the SIS that back its founders. What could anyone do...in a day? Everything else in this silly world, with its silly values, pales into insignificance. And the SIS stand, invisibly, and watch this human comedy.

I agree with you, Jeffrey...that you put in full time on your PhD work, and your school. And I wish you the best of luck, as do my SIS.

Of course, taking into consideration the entire picture...your getting a PhD...just might become academic, pardon the expression...considering everything. What a joke, if you got your PhD...and the US is wiped out just thereafter. You know? The SIS need you, and you need the SIS, I think. Perhaps I am wrong, who knows.

If other people like Weise and Lynn Hershman can pick up the ball from you now...well and good. As for being patient on a long-range basis...forget that. As I told you...there is no time. I have been patient for twelve years, but the rope is coming down to its end. For me and the SIS. If no one believes, that, and me, then no one would have believed the other three hundred and forty miracles, either, before I forecast them.

I knew that you would get clobbered by your peers, and maybe it will go away. Ha ha.

I staple your envelopes, because sometimes I have to change it.

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whilst it depended upon "completion of preliminary research projects"
whether or not I advanced, financially, toward the $200,000 base money.

I had that opportunity in Frisco, while back there with you in 1977...
but from others...yet you will notice that I pulled out, broke...and
underwent severe hardships to get here at this tiny spot in New Mexico.

My SIs have given me strict orders...to tread water, so to speak...until
I get my $200,000 base to work from. Then, and only then, will I take
on extra research projects...aside from the projects the SIs give me. If
I have to wait until Russia attacks the U.S. and wipes it out, then so be it.
No base, no performance. Reminds me of a trained seal, given
tiny fish as a reward when it does its tricks. Not for me, or for the
SIs.

Jimmy Connors, numerous pro football stars, numerous basketball stars,
numerous film people...can make a million dollars in a year. I cannot
throw a football, wield a tennis racket, or be something I am not in a
movie...all I can do...is control cities and entire countries
and military exercises on a large scale. Of course, my ability in that
regard has no monetary value in today's US values.

And now the hostile attitude of govt. agencies and scientists...has driven
my work underground, so to speak. The only slip I have made was to warn
you and Henry...about the upcoming East Coast horror, that has transpired.

If you want to withdraw from the stage and watch, as a bystander from the
wings, what happens on the stage...I cannot help that. It will not
change...what happens upon the stage of time. Better, I think, for you
to stay upon the stage. But...who cares what I think. Obviously no one
around at the present time.

Each day that I spend here, in the nothingness of New Mexico...is one less
day of magic...for the United States to have in its possession. The price
this government is paying...each day...for not giving me and the SIs that
base...is horrendous. But only I can see that. I will only live so long.
Each day counts. What price could anyone put...on what I can do...in a day?
Everything else in this silly world, with its silly values, pales into
insignificance. And the SIs stand, invisibly, and watch this human comedy.

I agree with you, Jeffrey...that you put in full time on your PhD work,
and your school. And I wish you the best of luck, as do my SIs.

Of course, taking into consideration the entire picture...your getting a
PhD...just might become academic, pardon the expression...considering
everything. What a joke, if you got your PhD...and the US is wiped out
just thereafter. You know? The SIs need you, and you need the SIs, I
think. Perhaps I am wrong, who knows.

If other people like Weise and Lynn Hershman can pick up the ball from you
now...well and good. As for being patient on a long-range basis...forget
that. As I told you...there is no time. I have been patient for twelve
years, but the rope is coming down to its end. For me and the SIs. If
no one believes, that, and me, then no one would have believed the other
three hundred and forty miracles, either, before I forecast them.

I knew that you would get clobbered by your peers...all they
know is...cover it up and sweep it under the rug, and maybe it will go
away. Ha ha. I staple your envelopes, because sometimes I have to change it.