Paul Pantone began building prototypes in 1979. It was four years later and over 350 failures, before the first fully functional Plasma Generator ran. In the beginning, He called it the Pantone carburetor, then the Pantone Endothermic Reactor, then he woke up. Pantone began to understand that this was truly one of the gifts that he was told he would be given, in Gods name, to clean up the planet. Pantone accepted that he was showing greed and ego, which should not be attached to a gift to mankind. The gift was to help the people clean up the planet, and prosper for all people who choose to help. He searched his heart and soul for years trying to come up with a name for this product and Company.
During the years that followed many people compared the smell of the exhaust to that of fresh flowers. With all of the names that were recommended, Paul finally chose Global Environmental Energy Technology. In Short- GEET. Then a few years later Paul was told that Geet in Pakistan and India refers to the smell or dance of the first spring flowers. "You will pick a name worthy of His gift", and she went to tell Paul to spread this knowledge to all Nations of the world. The sole purpose of GEET is to help mankind clean up our planet Earth and make it healthy.
GEET is brought to the public in a highly moral and
humanitarian spirit. It is truly up to people of each country to clean up their portions
of this beautiful living planet. Paul was told he was to find Moslems to run the company
in their own countries; as well as Hindu, Christians, etc. but each country as its own
people will know their own needs. Paul is seeking those to manage each Nation of people in
this massive task. Paul's continuing role will be the caretaker of the technology and
bringing more technology, as the people are ready.
For the first twelve years Paul did not really
"know" why the device worked, but he knew he could build one to fit anything.
His messenger told Paul in 1975, that God would bring an Angel who would explain to Paul
and all others "why" it worked. Paul was told that in 1996, this Angel would
stand beside him as scientists would kneel before him, seeking knowledge. These things did
come to pass and Paul knows the Angel is MOLLEY, his Wife. For over 7 years
Paul and Molley stood together doing HIS work.
The sacrifice of not having any time to relax, and doing show after show. Having hundreds of people at their home, day after day, had, pushed Paul and Molley apart, but only for a few weeks . Paul and Molley pushes on, in their quest to help ALL of mankind. Their Love is always for mankind, and cleaning up HIS planet.
In further efforts to ensure that all of humanity is
helped, Paul and Molley gave the plans for small engine application to all people of the
planet for their personal use only. If you would like to help and be part of cleaning up
our Mother Earth, we at GEET International would honor your help or financial support.
For you,
Paul Pantone, Inventor
Molley Feichko Pantone, Inventor - Theorist
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CHAPTER ONE THE KNOWLEDGE WITHIN This story begins about twenty three years ago. There were lines of customers at the local service stations wanting to get enough gasoline to get to work the following day. They said there was a shortage of gasoline. Who was really to blame? Did it matter? My brand new 4X4 only got 6-7 mpg and even if the station had given me five gallons of gas, it would not have been enough to get to and from work the next day. While I patiently waited in line, I began trying to think of a way to get better mileage. I knew I could. But Yet I wasnt sure where to begin. I drew many configurations of ways to vaporize the gasoline in an effort to get a better mileage. On a few occasions I made some crude prototypes, which did increase my mileage slightly. But each time my wife objected to my wasting my time and our money "trying to reinvent the wheel'. She, as most people, believed that if there was a better way it was already invented, and probably on a shelf of some big corporation. A friend phoned and said he and some others had recently seen tanker trucks dumping gas on the ground, just to get rid of it. Things like this did not surprise me. My first wife did give me a very intelligent son, Jason. Often he and I played with inventions and theories. He was most interested in my magnetic motor. He attempted to duplicate what he had seen years later and was frustrated. He phoned me to ask why his magnetic plate would only hover, and not spin as mine had. I gently explained his formula was a little off, but went on to praise him for he had found. This was a totally different application of magnetics, which was as viable as mine. Jason is now in the Army. While waiting for gas, I had flashbacks of my meeting Mrs. Cunningham. It was August, 1975. I had been out of work for some time, and all of my bills were behind. The only thing I could think of to earn money fast was to build some redwood picnic tables. I had enough redwood to build fifteen or twenty tables behind my house, left over from other jobs. My wife said she was going horseback riding that morning about nine o'clock. I asked her to place an ad, in the local paper to sell the tables for $39.95, and I told her to not make the ad very big, in an effort to save money. By noon I was finishing the fourth table. As I turned the last table over, a knot fell out by the comer of the table. Rather than dissembling the table, I figured I would just round off the comers. Just after I finished cutting off the first comer, the phone rang. A very pleasant sounding woman at the other end, said, " Hello Paul, this is Mrs. Cunnigham. Would you bring the round table over this afternoon at about two?" I quickly said yes. I got her address and directions, and hung up. After hanging up it dawned on me that no one on earth but me should have known about the round table. I drove to her subdivision and her house was the only one completed. Not one home had yet poured concrete. She then appeared within three feet of the truck when I came to a stop. She said the gate was wide open and to take the table to the back patio. As I began to grab the table, I heard dogs barking and abruptly turned to see if they were close. Mrs. Cunningham said not to worry, since she knew I was afraid of Dobermans and German Shepherds, she put them in the garage, At this point she was getting me a little nervous, for I had told no one of this fear. I took the table and returned for the benches about one minute later. As I turned the corner, at the back of her garage, I saw her close the gate from the front. Three steps later she was in front of me inviting me in to her house. I spun around, and was trying to figure out how could she have gone around the house, through it and beat me to the back patio. At this point I was thinking Candid Camera? I went in and as I closed the sliding door, her dogs were hitting the door and barking. How did they get out of the garage, she had not left my sight? As I started to ask for my check, she motioned to the far end of her dinning table. There was a cup of tea and a check. Slowly and very nervous I walked the few steps to the check. She told me that she was giving me ten dollars extra, because she needed to talk to me, and she had a message. I said I was in a hurry and she cut me off and said she knew I had no other things of importance for the rest of the day. Then as I looked at the check I saw she had written out my full name. The check showed $39.95 plus $10.00 tip. I had not told her how much I was asking for the table, how could she have known? Then she said, "Sit down! I have a message from GOD!!! First to get my attention, she told me of things I had done, which I never shared with another living sole. She told me where I was from and secrets of others, which I had never repeated. She reminded me of the time when I put chewing gum in my sister's hair when I was six years old. Since my sister was asleep and I was the only person awake in the room, Im listening. She told me about the time in Hawthorne when I stole a big jar of Jiffy Peanut Butter and when a delivery truck blocked the view I smeared the whole jar on the seat and steering wheel of a police car. She asked if I remembered how mad the cop was when he came out and jumped into the front seat, then slowly got out covered with peanut butter. My heart was now beginning to speed up and was thinking of running out the door, but I couldnt move. She asked me if I remembered the man who came out of his building and slapped me up side the head and accused me of stealing coke bottles from the bed of his pick-up truck? I said yes, and not wanting her to finish that story, but she did. You went back later and threw matches in his trash can just to make him mad. You had no Idea that the building would catch fire. NOW She had my full and undivided attention. But she continued. She told me of three other things that I had not done. I only thought these things. She explained that an evil thought is an evil deed. She told me that for things I'd all ready done I would pay, and for seven years she predicted the events that followed. She said I had chosen to take the job before I came here and God allowed me the job to clean up his Planet. But I was to stay until the job is done, no mater how long it took. She said the first seven year cycle would be "hell on earth" and would be over when I lost my wife and son. She told me of over fifty things, in order, that were going to happen in this seven years that I could not alter. At the time I wasnt sure what she meant, but I was scared. She said I would leave that seven-year period with only what I was wearing and the money in my pocket. The second seven years would allow me to expand and accomplish things no other man has done. And I was to gather knowledge, which will help me later, to help all of mankind. But I must choose from right or wrong during the end of the second seven years. She said I would choose money and comfort or to walk away and do only the work of God. She told me of a man being sent to me during this seven years who would bring me knowledge of things to come of a government action. She warned me that "men of the cloth" were not to be trusted for their greed would bring out their true intentions. She told me I would meet seven Angels, each with messages that would be needed at that time. The last Angel would be standing beside me and in the form as a woman who chose to be my sole mate. I would know her, for she will stand beside me as scientists kneel before me, in Congress, seeking knowledge. She said to forward in Gods name and teach the teachers for they are ready. Then you should not be in the business of sales or the like; you must find people who believe in God to run all business. Anyone, who comes to you without placing value to receive, shall not be trusted. If they offer fair consideration, up front, and in good faith, then they will do as they say. She gave me very specific details on how the entities were to be set up, and told me I, with my chosen wife would be His caretakers for all of His gifts. After divorcing my first wife, seven years later. I had the necessary freedom to invent anything I wanted, without the negativity, that she often gave. I built a 25 caliber "log splitter", the perfect 'toy" for anyone who had firewood to split. A simple formula for paint, in a powdered form, which I called "Instant Paint", all you had to do was add water and stir. My list of inventions grew rapidly. It seemed like everything I looked at, gave me incentives of better ways to get the job done. With this new-felt freedom, as well as a room full of inventions, that worked, I decided I would get down to the business of creating a better fuel delivery system, just like Mrs. Cunningham had told me I would. To cover the high costs of building prototypes, I bought and sold houses. I bought a house with a guest home on 3 acres, which became my home and laboratory. During the first few years, I hired helpers to build my prototypes, while I was out earning the money to continue the research. I designed hundreds of configurations to test. None ever seemed to do what I wanted. My goal was a fuel system, which would not allow any pollution to leave the engine. At times my telephone bills were about $1,000.00 a month, as I tried to gain knowledge. Most of these calls were depressing, as the "experts" in the fuel fields told me what I was trying to do was impossible. Some of these over-educated fools would not even talk, they could only scream and say I was crazy for trying to change what "works". It took these engineers 100 years to get it this good. During the testing of different devices, and evaluation of fuels, I had a few mishaps. One such mishap, that I now share, does have a certain amount of humor. I wanted to know what was the best surfactant to accomplish my goals of mixing fuels such as gasoline or crude oil with water. After listening to engineers and scientists from The Major oil companies, I set out to the local grocery store to purchase every kind of detergent I could. Looking back, it must have looked ridiculous. Here I was in a grocery store with not one, but two shopping carts filled with one of every brand of detergent they had. When the clerk asked why, all the soap, I told her I was on a cleaning spree. We both laughed. Once home, I went to the lab and began strategically mixing fuels and water with the different types of detergents, each meticulously with the same number of stirs. The following morning I found only a small number of jars, where the fuels were still mixed, the others separated. This gave me the first phase of the test. Then I applied heat, at three levels to see if the suspensions would hold when introduced to my fuel system. Three detergents passed the exterior heat test. The following morning I was going to test the flammability of each detergent blend, to check suspension again. It was raining outside, so I set up in the kitchen the fifty samples, and began to test. Using a propane torch to ignite the blends as quickly as possible. I soon realized that long black strands of hydrocarbons would mean I now needed to repaint the entire guesthouse. The soot was so dense you could not see the wall just ten feet in front of your nose. It was at this point my girl friend opened the door, and asked if I was all right. She asked if she should call the fire department. I told her it was just a test and not to worry. The results of the test were conclusive, only one detergent mix burned to the very last drop. After several cleanings and repainting, the guesthouse I was back in business. I was a little disappointed that the surfactant, which was shipped to me from Texas, for a slight fee of about $60.00 per gallon, was less of a surfactant than cheap dishwashing soap, yet this is the brand used by most oil companies. But I did learn how to best feed the mixed fuel into my invention. June 12,1983. Up till now, I have hidden tests and results from everyone, except those working with me on the project. I had an office in Auburn where I provided a tax service on the side, while I prepared to open a utility company. I knew SOMETHING was about to happen, as I had seen it in a vision. I have had premonitions many hundreds of times in my life, (To detail them all for you would take another book.) I told my secretary that in the event I did not show up for work in the morning, she was to contact my partner, Bill, and have him run things until I returned. I went home and got dressed up for a meeting in the Reno area, where for some reason I felt I should go, even though it had not been confirmed. My girl friend came home as usual at about 6 PM, and said she had to go with me. She further told me that a friend had warned her of a possible accident and did not want her to drive. I drove to Nevada. After several hours in Nevada, I said it was time to go home since there obviously was no meeting or call to cancel. Was my premonition was wrong? As we headed for the stairs I slipped on a pencil and fell down them, hitting my head and back on a sharp metal edge on each step. I was taken to the local hospital-for treatment, where they diagnosed my condition as a fractured vertebrae and nerve damage. They told my spouse, that I had no feeling below my waist because of pinched nerves, and would need proper facilities as soon as possible. The Doctor said no ambulance would be available until the following day. She offered to drive me to another hospital. The Doctor helped put me in her car. About an hour later she fell asleep, doing 80 MPH plus, The car struck a large boulder and she was thrown free of the car on impact. After several flips, end over end it finally began to roll onto its side, and catch fire. I ran from the car and helped the rescue workers get her into the ambulance. At the emergency room they told me I had 5 crushed discs and three fractured vertebrae. They wanted permission to do surgery, to fuse my spinal column. I refused to accept their diagnosis or treatment, but said just to sew up the holes in my back where the gearshift had gone in and I would think about their offer, later, much later. Three days later I checked myself out and walked home. The Doctor said, "he would not release me". (A few months later I was told my back is perfectly normal) 1983 I finally got to the point I thought I had failed. My girl friend was upset seeing hundreds of thousands of dollars and time wasted, and still no finished product. I told her that if I couldnt get at least 90% less pollution by that Friday Id put the project up for a while. I kept praying for guidance. Then Friday morning I felt really bad that I had not accomplished what Mrs. Cunningham had said I could and slowly walked out to my test engine. The 10hp engine was getting about 40 longer run times on gas but it seemed like it got too much fuel. When I looked at the engine I saw a piece of rod about 12 inches long lying beside the unit. There was not enough time to make any changes before my deadline so I thought "maybe if I shove the rod up the center of the fuel delivery chamber it would cut down on the fuel use." I tried it. It worked!!! The first measured run was more than 5 times the normal run for 8 ounces. I was thrilled and my girl friend was chilled. I took the engine to town and hooked it up to the smog machine and tested the emissions. "THERE WERE NO EMISSION" that were readable!!! Thank you Lord for the rod. I now knew I was doing His work and my joy was beyond words. Why is it that both my youngest son and I know danger is ahead, sometimes just seconds before it is? On one occasion David, only five at the time was playing in the back of my van. Everything seemed normal. Then, suddenly, he bolted from the back, to the front passenger seat, and was furiously putting on his seatbelt. As he was doing this I asked what on earth was he doing. He explained he had to get the seatbelt on before I had to... his seat belt clicked closed... and as I saw this big dog, he finished his sentence... "before you see the dog". As the van stopped, the 96-pound jackhammer from the back of the van came flying forward to smash the backs of both of the front seats. He then released the seat belt and "the rest of the trip is safe." David has shared a few moments of his memories or knowledge with me from before he was born, one while still only 60 days in his mothers womb. He explained how he could feel, hear and share everything she thought and did. This changed my feelings on abortion in one instant. On with the story. The final basic configuration of the Plasma Generator, which I built, seemed to have a temperament. One day it would run excellent on gas and water 50-50, and the next day it would not perform as well. During a demonstration in Sacramento California for a group of people from five different religions, I managed to get 90 times the normal gallons-per-hour, but I could not explain why the drastic results on that particular day. The fuel was 2 ounces of crude oils and 6 ounces of water). During my initial excitement, I wanted to show everyone of my accomplishments. It was sad, many times leaving me in tears, and wondering why. Do I really want to help mankind or should I be Re the rest and grab a big chunk of money and forget mankind. After eleven days in the hospital, Carol came home. A few hours later she wanted her pain killers, and I told her, it was too early. A few minutes later she asked me to come back into the living room with her. She began by asking, "how did you take away all of the headaches and other woman pains in the past". I couldnt quite explain how it works. Then she asked me to take the pain of the accident from her, and I did. I placed my hands above her and asked in Gods name to allow me to take her pain, and her pain was gone. She became very upset with me, because I didnt do it eleven days earlier. I went for a long walk. A few years earlier I had forced myself again to study my dreams, with great success. I can now positively identify 7 different types of dreams. I found they are somewhat controllable. One of my reoccurring dreams at the time was so vivid, I felt it was to be of an upcoming event. The first time the dream occurred, I picked up several specific details. Whoever I was in the dream, I was wearing a light green plaid shirt; as I stood behind my car looking towards the house on the right, I observed the third number of the address that was upside-down at the edge of a brick arch leading to the entrance. At the time a loud noise from my right and behind me scared me and I ran off to the left, my chest was beginning to hurt. I forced myself to have this dream four more times in an effort to glean more specific knowledge, in an effort to determine if the situation was real, and if so, who was I in this dream. I finally determined in my final viewing that I was Alan, a friend of my fathers who I hadnt seen for a few years. The following day I went to my father and told him of this vision. As I was speaking the phone rang, it was Alan. My father handed the phone to me. I told Alan in great detail of my vision, including the bottle of wine, the exposed aggregate sidewalk, which leads to the building to the left of the building where he was going. He listened without saying anything, until I mention he would have another heart attack. He hung up without saying a word. About thirty minutes later he phoned back and said I had scared the hell out of him. He then told me that he was expected for dinner at the very house I had described, he had destroyed the bottle of wine, the shirt and canceled his plans. He said what convinced him was my comment that he would have another heart attack, since the only people on earth that knew he had a heart attack two days ago, were he and his doctor. He said if I ever see anything in a vision about him I could call anytime, even collect. On a trip one day to New York, the plane quickly filled with basketball players. For a few minutes I seemed to appreciate their skill and worth, until the fool next to me started going on, about how hard these POOR guys work for so little pay. I wanted to explode, the hurt I felt was that I could not afford the finer things in life, without working 70 to 80 hours per week. I asked the man next to me what he did for a living, holding my composure as best I could. He told me he was an accountant, for some big CPA firm in New York. I asked him how much would he pay to see this team play? He said it was worth a hundred dollars a seat, and worth it, for front and center. I asked then what would you pay for a seat, if you could see a device that would eliminate pollution, and help mankind. He said, "Nothing, I wouldnt care", and anyway the government or big business would buy it up. I asked this man to find another seat on the plane, he did. After an accidental fuel mixture revealed to me that the possibility of using crude oil would be more efficient than gasoline, I began trying everything I could think of. Of all the fuels tested, my favorite is corn oil. When corn oil is processed through the unit the exhaust smells like fresh popcorn. Adding Old Spice make the exhaust smell like fresh flowers. Several of the prototypes were vortex units, Some would double or even triple the performance of gallons per hour, but they all had traces of pollution which I felt could be completely eliminated. Recently I met some local people who are now experimenting with the same models I built back in the early 1980's. Rather than laying any claim to their products I offered to help them, to improve their inventions. In early 1983, I took one of the prototypes to the Ophir OH Company and asked for the worst hydrocarbon products they had to use as fuel for a ten-horse engine. The owner gave me several samples of road oil products. Once I started the engine up, he came out to the yard, thoroughly amazed. He sent an employee off to the far end of the yard for some special fuel. A few minutes later, he returned with a cup of gray gunk. The owner offered it to me as a challenge for my invention. I accommodated the challenge, and the engine ran even smoother than before. I asked what the solution was and he said, "50'/o water and 50% sludge, which had almost no value". Bingo! Water? Yes. I soon found that many fuels were enhanced by the addition of water, when properly suspended. Can you even imagine the overwhelming joy I felt? In my mind I felt I could help mankind, in so many ways. My pollution levels dropped even more drastically. For a few days I felt I was blessed with an invention that could help mankind. But often since then I wonder is it a blessing or a curse. Please let me expound. Happy, at the time, I wanted to show off my accomplishment. I went to the automotive supply house where I had purchased many of the parts on some of the prototypes. Al the owner was there, I said I felt it was time to tell him what it was I had been working on for the last few years. As I began telling him of using 50% used engine oil and 50% water as fuel... He put his hands in the air and screamed. "STOP! You f .. ing con artist, Youre trying to sucker me into giving you money. You stupid moron. Im an engineer. I know that is physically impossible. With this outburst, he reached under the counter, and pulled out a tire iron. As he motioned that he was about to swing it at me I ducked, and ran out of the store as fast as possible. I had difficulty believing what had just happened. I went over to another parts store and asked if Bob, the owner, was in. His son went and got him from the back. Bob and I talked for ten or fifteen minutes before I had the guts to ask him if he would believe in an invention such as mine. He laughed and said, in a loud voice, "You show me an engine that runs on used engine oil mixed half water, and Ill give you the keys to this store". I led him out front to see it run. About twenty customers came out to see, as well as about twenty people from some of the neighboring stores. Doug, the owner of a repair shop came out and asked what was going on, and I told him. With this he offered to supply the fuel. A few minutes later he poured in the fuel and I started the engine. After ten minutes or so, I stopped the engine and turned to where Bob had been standing, he was gone. While the engine was going he got in his truck and left without a word. Gee, I wonder why. Several of his customers were calling him names, for they felt the least he could do if not give the keys, was to formally apology. I would estimate that one out of every twenty people I tell about the invention, relates a story of how someone disappeared, because of some form of technology. Most never to be heard from again, or simply bought out. I am beginning to wonder if any of these stories had any validity, Or is it that the other inventors, after pouring their hearts and souls into the invention, just got tired of being verbally abused by fools. If I had ten dollars for every time I have heard that my invention is IMPOSSIBLE, I would have the necessary budget to get it to the marketplace. In my deepest times of hurt, I have destroyed several of my inventions. Not wanting to share them with anyone, at any price. I was told to help ALL of mankind. The greed, most people have, is their biggest enemy, Several times I would have accepted only 5% or 10% as an ongoing royalty, if I believe the people would be honest about even that. In November 1984, I made the front page of the local paper. I got calls from all over it was kind of fun and exciting. One of the callers was a little upsetting. He began the call with saying he could not identify himself but I should be listening closely. After a few minutes he asked if I could drive to the next town for a meeting. He was heading for Reno and Auburn was on His way. I agreed. I picked a car lot for the meeting and he said hed be there within the hour. When I arrived at the lot one person stood out that He was not a car salesman. All black suit with dark glasses driving an obvious "agency" type car. He motioned me to follow as he entered the showroom and went to the first salesman there. He asked whose office was the large one in front and the manager said it was his. The agent flashed his credentials and said the office was his for the next hour. The salesman looked nervous and said "Fine. Would you like coffee or anything?" The agent went in and closed the blinds and unplugged the phone line. During the next hour he told me names of many inventors I had sought out and could not find. Some were bought and disappeared. Others were falsely imprisoned with their dreams confiscated and destroyed. Others just scared to death that if they went forward their families would be killed. All of this because of big money control. He taught me how to sting the IRS when they did try to pull the "you didnt file" trick in 1990. He warned me of many other situations and told me to always have several tape recorders and be ready to record any and all calls. He concluded that if "they" ever feel really threatened and you have too much exposure they file false charges and hold you without bail. Those inventors almost never live to the first trial date. I told him I had already built a unit that allow cars to run on tap water and I was afraid to release it, because I was told by my first angel not to be disruptive and cause wars unless it became necessary. I asked why, give me all this help if this is what you do for a living. He said he had less than six months to live and had started going back to church. He knew what he had been doing for over 20 was not the right and Godly thing and he wanted to help as many inventors as he could, for God. CHAPTER TWO ENTER THE WOLVES CHAPTER THREE The original design for a full power magnetic motor was also when I was 12 years old and at 33 I built it, and it worked. But had to be destroyed, as it would disrupt society if released premature to a time line that is rapidly approaching. The formula I used is found in the bible as well as the description of the GEET. CHAPTER FOUR WHO CARES??? As I stated earlier, my first wife didn't seem to care about zero pollution or mankind in general. Not to say she was bad in any way, she does love her animals and was a mother for Jason. However, there are so many people who only care for themselves, but don't really care what our planet is like for the future generations. They have the right to their views although I don't share them. It seems most big companies share her feelings. During one of my demonstrations, a patent attorney had been invited, to give a professional opinion as to the patentability of my invention. He expressed at the time it would most likely not be patentable, and with this comment he went to his car and left. The two other gentlemen, who invited the attorney, decided they did not want to be involved with my invention and me because of his comments. A few days later the same patent attorney phoned me and told me what thieves the other guys really were. He continued and explained that he had two scientists from Europe that would make good business partners, and they would be at his office the next day. The following day I took one of the prototypes to his office and demonstrated the engine for the two scientists, running it on crude oil. After the demonstration, one of the scientists, I believe from Sweden, asked if I graduated from Harvard or Yale. I explained that I did not graduate, and that I was self-taught. The attorney rushed the two scientists back in to his building and returned, telling me to load up my "crap" and go ho me. He further went on to tell me that if he could work out a deal with these scientists, he would call me later. Now, for some reason, I was a little uptight. A few days later, our self appointed attorney, phoned me and demanded that I come to his office. When I arrived, his secretary presented me with an eight-page document for my review, and signing. The first part of the document gave my glorious attorney full legal rights to negotiate any deal, for any invention of mine, for what ever HE THOUGHT WAS FAIR. The other attached documents were just as ludicrous as the first few pages. After reading them I simply returned them to the secretary and informed her, that although I don't smoke pot, I would like a ton of what ever the attorney was on. I left the office laughing, but on the inside I wanted to scream. I was giving demonstrations all over California to get people to get involved and it seemed that no one really cared about emissions, just power. A few professors I met with were scared to even admit they knew me or had seen the unit run. One Dr. Harrelson in Sacramento told me if I was smart I'd dig a hole and bury it before the Government found out about it and they would bury me as they had several of his old friends. In about 1983, I had approached most of the small engine manufactures in an effort to gain knowledge and technical support. Up to this point I had been using many old and beat up small engines for my tests. To my amazement only one engine manufacture in this country "seemed" to be interested in reducing pollution, and willing to help in any way. That company was Briggs and Stratton. One week after I told them of the partial reduction in pollution in the emissions, they gave me a brand new 10 horsepower engine as a gift. I thank them now, publicly. Part of the condition of the gift, was that if I was to perfect the invention, I was to contact them and do my official testing at their facility. When this was done a few years later, I flew to Wisconsin and ran tests for three days. During the tests I ran the unit on gasoline, crude oil and number one fuel oil at a 50-50 mix of water with each of the fuels. The people who assisted in the research and development were amazed. The only way to convince them I did not modify the engine itself, from it's original factory condition was to remove my equipment and let them use their own equipment. I removed my fuel system from the engine and they installed a factory carburetor and exhaust system and we redid the test, using gasoline. They then believed my unit worked. They asked me to leave without wanting to discuss what had transpired. They highly recommended third world countries, but I wanted to help here first. Although I was not happy with the reduction in horsepower at the time, I was still able to prove that unconventional fuels would run their engine with about one-sixth of the pollution. Part of the reason for the loss of horsepower, is the need to turbo boost the unit for the specific fuels being used. From 1984, numerous attempts have been made to introduce this technology to nonprofit Organizations, which I choose not to identify at this point. Only to find out that NONE of them actually wanted solutions. They only want Donations. It is pretty sad when your job is more important then the needs of mankind. Again, I could go on but rather than slam all of the organizations, I should leave the doors open, just in case there are a few people within these organizations who can truly put mankind ahead of their own personal needs. During the Bush presidential elections, I sent packages, complete with videotapes: one for Mr. Bush and his group: Gore: and two packages to Mr. Perot. I was completely heartbroken to find that none of these individuals would even follow though with a phone call. I couldn't afford the costs, so I borrowed money from my father to cover it all. Political games are not my thing and I have tremendous difficultly in trying to understand, but I wish, someday, someone in our great country would take the time to respond not necessarily to me, but to others, who might already have the solutions for cancer, aids, and what ever would benefit mankind. In late 1990, I phoned Chevron Research, in Richmond California, and asked if they would help me get samples of crude oil from different parts of the world. About two weeks later I did receive seven, one-gallon containers of crude oil from around the world, and was grateful. After some pre tests I phoned them and told them I had made a pollution free run, on the crude oil from Angola. I was excited. I asked if I could get more of this crude oil for future testing. The advisor from Chevron asked if he could get copies of the videotape showing that I had no pollution. But, after MY sending him a copy of the video, several weeks passed, and no crude oil was delivered. I phoned him and asked if the crude oil was on the way. He informed me that the Vise President of Chevron instructed him to stop sending any and all assistance to me, for any purpose. Very upset over the situation, I phoned the corporate office for Chevron USA Incorporated and spoke to the president himself. I followed up the conversation by sending him newspaper articles and a copy of the video to prove that my fuel system worked. Chevron USA, the directors and employees never responded again. I suppose it is possible that they don't believe that such an invention is even possible, but playing the devils advocate, wouldn't you want to make sure, especially if you were in the oil industry??? Before going into all of the details of how this could benefit an oil company, lets go back to 1984. I received a card from a gentleman who informed me that the governor of OPEC, Mr. Ali Rabashi, in Saudi Arabia, would like to speak to me, and he gave me the phone number. I phoned Ali in Riyhad. Ali and I conversed about ten minutes, on the benefit of my technology. He expressed the thought that as long as I leave Automobiles alone, I was no threat to the OPEC nations and that I would not get any resistance from them. But he further went on to explain that if I do enter any field, that would affect OPEC, he would appreciate being allowed the ability to put up the money necessary for the development of that field, Ali was a total gentleman. For many years potential investors and partners have wanted to know if I have a patent. A patent, that's a joke. It is a very sad joke. Let me give you my explanation to this last comment. In 1987 a patent attorney prepared the documents so that I could sell rights to my 25 caliber log splitter, he screwed up the papers so badly, in an effort to get his fees that I may have lost all my patent rights. He was just another crook who has a license to be an attorney. In the mean time another crook who is in Illinois, is now selling my log splitter, as a bolt cutter and a door opener that is being used by police throughout the world. A few months ago when I found out about this, I phoned him, and he told me point blank that even though he knew it was my invention he filed for the patent in his own name claiming he invented it. If I wasn't spending all my money right now on this fuel processor and trying to help mankind I'd spend the money to go after my invention, but mankind and helping to destroy toxic waste is more important, or at least it is to me... A Patent attorney showed me how to falsely prove the date of the original idea, by having the post office stamp and have several letters sent, certified, to yourself, by yourself and you don't seal the envelopes. Later, when you need a certain date you use the phony envelopes. He also bragged about several other illegal actions. Do you believe in attorneys??? I don't. I have always said that Attorneys should have to take tests in a field and pass the test to qualify for license from the State Bar, for JUST the fields they are qualified. Almost every attorney I've met say they are qualified for all types of law when they are not truly able and qualified for many things they take on. Too many times I have found that the biggest braggers of how to get things done are thieves, and they are proud of it. Our legal system does need to be cleaned up. I do have viable solutions, that to the honest attorney, would be very acceptable, but to the rest would be very offensive. For more on how to clean up the legal profession please contact me privately. |