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Editor's Note:

The following is an excerpt from an upcoming book, tentatively 
entitled "Andrija, Aliens and the Square Wave."

A copy of the patent for the radio tooth implant described in 
this article was reproduced in _Mass Mind Control of the 
American People_, by Elizabeth Russell-Manning, pg. 84. It is
patent No. 2,995,633 for a "Means for assisted hearing."
Originally filed Sept 25, 1958.

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RATTING OUT PUHARICH

By Terry L. Milner

Copyright 1996 by Terry L. Milner

December 1996

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On February 5, 1996 the Chemical and Engineering News carried a
buzz-making three paragraph quote of an article appearing in the
South China Morning Post. An assistant professor at the
University of Science and Technology filed a hundred million
dollar lawsuit against the US Government.
  
This particular unhappy Asian, Huang Si-ming, is distressed over
having had a mind control device planted in his teeth during a
root canal operation. Not only does the device talk to him, he
asserts, but it can read his mind as well.
  
Shades of paranoia, schizophrenia, bipolar big elf disease! Rush
that man some heavy shock hits of psychiatric betterment
processing. Where do people come up with ideas like this?
  
Surely these ramblings however couched in legalese they will be,
are a candidate for an upcoming X-files episode. Perhaps 
something the sultry Scully-agent with the doubtful mind, picked 
up on an alien vessel when those half remembered gray entities
(or-are-they-really-government-agents?) started messing with her.
  
Andrija Puharich, unusual inventor who was also a doctor,
parapsychologist, and veteran let's-see-what-this-drug-will-do
guy died back in January of 1995 after taking a header down the
stairs. He could have told you a lot about implants capable of
putting voices in your head. He did much of the early work on
them.
  
In my often tedious, but never boring research, I have 
encountered dark whisperings as to whether he was pushed down 
those rickety stairs or fell accidently. Some 
dear-friend-mutterings as to whether or not he had a heart 
attack and fell or fell and had a heart attack. Grave doubts 
expressed, in the muttering circles about Susan Mandell, 
supposedly Puharich's creature-comfort-girl who had looked 
after him during his last years.
  
Kind of fitting he went out that way with lingering doubts and 
questions giving future researchers endless incomplete chapters.
Truly, the area has enough first class spookery to satisfy a
thousand Unsolved Mystery episodes.

Starting At The End

The services for the seventy-six year old, righteously dead
Andrija Puharich were attended by only a few friends and a couple
of his children. All in all about a dozen people or less. A
really poor showing considering the roster of children,
associates and woman that one might have expected to be there.
  
Uri Geller, that old spoon bending psychic from Israel could not
be there to see him off. If he opted to use some of his amazing
powers he would have seen Puharich's ashes being poured from an
urn into the Mitchell river that ran through the Josh Reynolds
estate where Andrija had been hiding out. You can drop by some of
Geller's massive and self-congratulatory web pages if you are at
all curious what he has to say about Puharich.
  
Fair is fair. Geller owed much of his prominence, whether
deserved or not to Andrija Puharich.

Geller and Puharich were no longer close which might explain the
amazing dirth of material about Andrija in amongst all that
puffery. "Uri is not a nice man." was Andrija's statement which I
guess more or less summed it up for him without saying anything
useful.

Barbara Bronfman, once part of the Seagrams
We-are-really-really-wealthy whisky family couldn't make it
either but did think to send a note. She had become somewhat
enamored with Puharich way back when and was involved enough to
support the fugitive Ira Einhorn after he took it on the lam. If
one can believe all that is written she finally got convinced
that Iran Einhorn really did kill Holly Maddux and stuff her body
into a trunk which he hid in his closet for a couple of years.
  
Chris Bird, Puharich's old pal was not there either. He too sent
along kind words. I had tried to talk to Chris Bird, intending to
ask about his CIA days and Puharich but by the time I dug up his
telephone number he had undergone a throat operation and had his
larynx removed. Now he is dead, and the story I was curious about
has gone with him.
  
Wealthy, Henry Belk was there. He knows where the bodies are
buried, and the data is in danger of disappearing with him. Belk
declared to me that he would never commit, or have his life
committed, to paper because people simply would not believe. 
Belk had pretty much given up on Puharich, but the former naval
intelligence man has unbelievable class and showed up for the
funeral.
  
Bep, Andrija's second wife who got a divorce way back in 1965 
was there with two of the children, Andy Puharich, who actually 
poured his fathers ashes into the river and Yvonne. Children is 
used in the loosest sense as both of these are way grown adults.
I don't know Yvonne but Bep and I have had some curt 
correspondence. "I feel that I must warn you to be careful what 
you write. The children and I will not tolerate any slander 
about Andrija." Brrr!
  
Elizabeth Rauscher, the interesting nuclear physicist, was there 
and Bill Van Bise. Of course those two aging scientists would 
attend, after all they had been living gratis on the same 
estate thanks to the largesse of Josh Reynolds when he was 
alive. In spite of everything Norwood Robinson an attorney 
could do to get them off the property they absolutely refused 
to leave.
  
"Ain't going to do it," they more or less declared but seemed to
have left it open for negations, having filed a claim against the
estate for $40,000. You gotta admire the sense of play of a woman
of Rauscher's high education who tacks up a picture of Perry
Mason and declares that he is her attorney in these matters. Very
cool.
  
Her companion William Van Bise, was reported to be working on an
electronic device for the enhancement of extrasensory perception.
More X-files!
  
Good old Josh Reynolds had supported Puharich for about seventeen
years. He was the grandson of the founder of Reynolds tobacco.
Ricky Morell, staff writer of the Charlotte Observer, called Josh
"a quirky, private man." Well, Josh is quirky no more having 
begun his dirt nap about six months before Puharich tumbled down 
the stairs.
  
One of Puharich's finely honed and most excellently tuned
abilities was garnering monetary support from the rich. He
excelled at it, Josh Reynold being merely the last in the chain
that wends its way back to the late 1940's. "He was a brilliant
man, who, in order to get money for his research needed the rich,
who used him for entertainment." Bep avowed to me in the same
letter in which she growled that I had better mind my P's and
Q's.
  
Puharich, brilliant man, was one of those kind of in the military
and kind of not in the military back in the late 1940's. During
the planetary blood letting known as the second world war the
army had picked up a number of promising individuals to
participate in what was then called the Army Specialized Training
Program. This group would provide the doctors and dentists to
replace those that got shot up or to augment those already in
place. Huge casualties were expected and advanced planning was 
the order of the day.
  
Andrija received his medical education compliments of the United
States Government who picked up the tab. He was officially given
the rank of private during his tutelage. By the time he had
gotten smart doctor-wise the war was over. By the time he had
completed his residency at Permanente on the west coast the Army
Specialized Training Program was dropped.
  
His medical education took place at the ever-lovely and most
diligent school of big data, Northwestern University. Andrija
busied himself there easing animals into sleep with low frequency
square waves and then operating on them.
  
Throughout his life Andrija performed many outrages on four
legged inhabitants of earth, slicing and dicing them as he saw
the need to do so all in the name of science. Dogs were a
favorite. One of life's little mysteries is why he belonged to
the Kennel Club, but he did.
  
It was while he was at Northwestern that Andrija put his
mental-pedal to the mental-metal and came up with his Theory of
Nerve Conduction. The theory proposed that the neuron units
radiate and receive waves of energy which he calculated to be in
the ultrashortwave bands below infrared and above the radar
spectrum. Therefore the basic nerve units -- neurons -- are a
certain type of radio receiver-transmitter. Hot spit!
  
The theory got passed around and glimpsed by various high
personages of 1940's scientific importance. Among them was Paul
Weiss, a neurophysiologist at the University of Chicago. Jose
Delgado, the guy who tortured animals by putting electronic
implants into their brains to influence their behaviour, liked
Paul Weiss and you can find his grateful acknowledgment to the
man in his 've know vat's goot for you' book "Toward a
Psychocivilized Society."
  
While his nerve conduction manuscript was thusly circulating,
Puharich headed out for California to do his internship as a
medical researcher.
  
He spent a year or so at the Permanente Research Foundation.
During that time he carried out research into the effects of
digatoid drugs which was funded by Sandoz Chemical Works. 
Sandoz, isn't that the same name as the famous 
LSD-In-Your-face pharmaceutical company?
  
Andrija's wife Virginia who had been an editor at the office of
War Information during the war came with him and worked at the
same facility. She got busy involving herself in pain study
research while Andrija practiced another skill which he honed to
a high degree over the years -- seduction. He took up with 
another doctor-soul by the name of Jane. A lot of hot sex 
between the two is now lost in the mists of history.
  
By May of 1947, the Nerve Conduction Theory was presented to the
Zoology Graduate Seminar of the University of California at
Berkeley. This resulted in a meeting with Dr. Paul de Kruif, who
was interested in the far-out implications of the theory. Paul de
Kruif was a bacteriologist, who made his fortune writing books
which successful illustrated the lives and personalities and
methods of various individuals who had made great medical
discoveries.

Paul de Kruif arranged for Puharich to meet with one of the most
famous scientific personages of the day, Charles F. Kettering. In
his day Kettering held over 200 patents and had invented
everything from self-starters for automobiles, high octane
gasoline, cash register components, to bits and pieces of guided
missiles -- Kettering had little pieces of it all. More than 
that, the man, sitting at General Motors, had his hands on the 
purse strings. In later years when reminiscing about this blip 
in his life Puharich referred to him as "Boss Kettering." A lot 
of people did.
  
Shortly after his meeting with Kettering, followed by an
appearance and talk before the Society of Junior Fellows arranged
by the highly illuminated Dr. Herbert Sheinberg, Puharich fell in
with a bunch of subversive, fellow traveling, red sympathizing
ne'er-do-wells wherein the oddities in our story grow ....
  
Andrija claimed that he had met the new left bunch via his father
who had insisted he call the world famous violinist Zlatko
Balakovic on the telephone while Andrija was in New York tending
to his upcoming future. This was before he had actually spoke
before those Junior Fellow guys over at Harvard. As it turns out,
this fact is somewhat important therefore I labor over it on the
readers behalf.
  
"Call the man. He'd be interested in a nice Yugoslavian boy's
coming and goings." Franjo Puharich had insisted. "OK, Dad." I
have put all this in quotes although it is likely the words, if
truly spoken, were different. Puharich dialed the man up not in
NY as he had been told but in Camden, Maine. "Come on down,"
Zlatko spoke into the receiver. "Stay a couple of days."
  
To an ambitious young man wanting to climb to the top of Mount
Success these words would have been like receiving a summons from
Sir Edmond Hillary, the intrepid conqueror of Mount Everest.
Zlatko you see had a lot of things going for him. He had married
extremely well. His pretty and accomplished wife Joyce hailed
from the mighty Borden family, which many of you are familiar 
with from having dairy products in your refrigerator as well 
as glued things in your basement workshops.
  
Balakovic originally hailed from Yugoslavia but got out of there
riding on his abilities as a first class violinist. In that
capacity he toured the world often getting from place to place on
his yacht. He had adventures ... almost getting snapped up by a
crocodile on one occasion and received many awards. When the
second world war fell upon the planet he did his bit by
performing and raising money for war bonds.
  
As a performer with a Stradivarius, which he played with
tremendous skill, he had become friends with many of the heads of
state around the world. He especially was a friend of, and liked,
Marshall Tito. It was OK to like Tito during the conflict because
the man kicked Nazi butt and did it good. During the cold war,
however, some hefty faces in D.C. would raised some heavy 
eyebrows over such sentiments.
  
The very year that Andrija met the Balakovics the couple had
completed a four month tour of Europe where Tito held a glitzy
dinner in their honor. They had also dropped by Bulgaria where
Zlatko was given The Order of the 9th of September medal by
President Kolaroff of Bulgaria, which at the time was the highest
honor that country laid on heros.
  
As head of a number of Yugoslavia fraternal and relief
organizations located in the United States, Zlatko gathered up
various goods and equipment to ship overseas as a charitable
action. All their good work got fired upon when it was discovered
that cast in with the material to be shipped were of all things,
surplus radar equipment. Now how did that get in there? The state
department frowned, did some teeth gnashing, and made grave
announcements.
  
Actually the Federal Bureau of Investigation had known about the
improperly enclosed radar before it left port. This fact raises
some amazing questions, which we will mull over later.
  
The American Slav Congress and the American Committee for
Yugoslavian Relief (Zlatko's organizations) got labeled as
subversive in 1948 by the Attorney General, Tom Clark.
  
The newspapers who picked up on this set up a mighty yowling:
"Tried to subvert 10 million people!" "Zlatko Balokovic," an
article sneers on, "was bitten by the communist bug in 1943,
after several unsuccessful concerts in this country he decided 
to become a professional revolutionist."
  
Andrija says he got snowed in with the Balkovics and instead 
of spending a couple of days spent two weeks there in Maine. 
All in all a fine story but a crucial part, as he related it 
over the years, was spoken with a forked tongue. He credits 
them with having introduced him to the subject of ESP. Forked 
tongue stuff insofar as I have a document which clearly states 
his intent to investigate the area prior to meeting the 
Balakovics. This document also reveals that he was already 
familiar with J.B. Rhine's explorations in the area.
  
The violinist, Puharich said, made an offer to support his work
to the tune of $200 per month and a place to work, which he
accepted. After returning to California, instead of fulfilling 
his military obligation, which he was expected to do in return 
for the bucks, time and training heaped on him by the 
government, Puharich managed to get a discharge.
  
Summing up: Training financed by U.S. Army under the Army
Specialized Training Program. Puts dogs into anaesthetic sleep
utilizing low frequency square waves while at Northwestern.
Writes a paper proposing a new theory of nerve conduction. Is
sent to Permanente Research Foundation in California for
internship in medical research. Travels to Maine and meets the
soon-to-be-declared-subversive Balakovic who offers financing,
which he accepts. Discharged from army without actually serving
and sets up a research facility in Maine.

I had started the laboratory in 1948 in a barn in the woods which
a grateful patient had loaned me. Thus wrote Andrija in his book
"The Sacred Mushroom." He was writing upon the establishment of
his Round Table Foundation. Before we get back to the left-wing
fellow-traveling commie guys we will pause and examine this
statement, as well as other not-to-be-excluded matters.
  
The Round Table Foundation was not The Round Table Foundation
when first it saw life. Indeed not! It's correct, full and most
honored name was The Round Table Foundation of Electrobiology.
  
The question then, when approaching the crafty Andrija's history,
becomes, was there really a barn in which he began his life as a
parapsychologist, researcher guy? The answer is yes, most
definitely. There were trees in the area but one would hardly
call the location as being "in the woods." When I gazed upon a
1949 picture of it, I counted a mere three trees. 
  
When built, some years before he arrived, the foundation of the
barn took five cement mixers five days to pour. 42 inches at the 
base, 36 inches at the top, with steel girders for main beams 
and angled iron in all the corners to increase the strength. 
This was one big barn coming in at 100 ft., by 50 ft. or 5000 
square feet at its base. It had a basement, as well as another 
floor above the first.
  
The U.S. Navy leased the barn for storage of valuable Navy
equipment during the war. Whatever the equipment was that needed
storage included firebrick. Tons of it. The brick was stored in
the barn rather then left on the ground outside. So much of it
was placed within the structure that it snapped a large steel
truss rod.
  
Sure enough, giving the devil his due, there was also a grateful
patient. His name was Roy Hines, an Australian by birth, Hines 
had been chief steward to Cyrus H. K. Curtis before the 
millionaire publisher's death in June of 1933. Hines decided to 
build the barn two miles outside of Camden.
  
First, he installed a smaller barn, then poured the foundations 
for the larger barn as well as one for a house. His intentions 
were to use the larger barn to store the materials that would be 
used to build the house. Apparently, he was concerned about its
eventual collapse from all that storage, considering the mighty 
42 inch base and reinforced structure.
  
By then the war came along and Hines, not in the best of health,
had other responsibilities. Among those was his need to care for
the Curtis estate as well as the Bok estate (publisher of the
Lady Home Journal, a Curtis publication). Hines therefore put the
planned house building on hold, and, as we said above, the Navy 
came along and leased it.
  
At some point forward in our fine story, an out-of-state
newspaper, which happened to be heaping praise on Puharich at the
time, mentioned that big barn and commented that it had never,
ever been used by anyone until Puharich took it over. Thus it
seems that its prior use by the Navy and all that firebrick was
unknown outside of the small resort town of Camden.
  
When he had arrived for permanent rooting, in the picture
postcard village, Puharich proclaimed that his decision to locate
himself there was based on the fact he had been looking for a
community which a group of fellow students and he had talked
about as being suitable for starting a small hospital. His
decisions had not been without sacrifice, he claimed. He had to
turn down not only a possible leading position at a planned
Neuromuscular Institute in Santa Monica, but a Public Health job
in cancer research at University of California, a job with the
Atomic Casualties Committee doing research in Japan and a job
researching polio at the University of Illinois.
  
Not long after he got there Hines allowed as to how he had this
unused barn, and, if Andrija so desired, he could go ahead and 
use it for two years at no charge. The only thing Hines expected 
was that the kindly doctor would administer to his medical needs 
for a like amount of remuneration.
  
Many of the citizens of that small town, especially those who
were members of the local boat club, fell in with the spirit of
the thing. They marched right on out to that barn and began
hammering and sawing and getting it into decent shape, which 
might have prompted Puharich's additional statements that 
another reason he had moved there was that "the people were so 
nice and friendly." Indeed, they had taken to calling him "Dr. 
Hank" and he had begun blending in by smoking a corn-cob pipe. 
  
Not to confuse the reader at this late point in our story, it 
is incumbent upon me to mention that Puharich's full and actual 
name was Henry Karl Puharich. He did not get to calling himself
Andrija (Croatian for Henry) until later in his life.
  
Certainly worthy of mention, although it never was by Puharich,
is that another business was located in that tiny town. The
enterprise, at that time, was one of only three such plants in
the country. Not only was it special in being a one-of-only-three
endeavor we find that the man who ran it was well an experienced
professional at carrying out secret work.
  
This successful and accomplished inventor, Dr. Raymond C. 
Tibbets, had invented such items as the first combination radio 
and record player. The first electric icebox, the first electric 
ice cream unit and the first electric water cooler. 
  
Of more interest to our story, he ran a manufacturing facility
right there in Camden which turned out sound converting crystals.

By 1945, Tibbets had already carried out confidential war time
work for the U.S. Signal Corps, the British Ministry of Supplies,
the National Defense Council, as well as the University of
California, General Electric Co. and RCA Mfg. Co.
  
His research work was given priority AA1 by the War Production
Board. This designation had been assigned to a limited number of
facilities throughout the United States and can be taken as an
indication that his endeavors were considered important -- big
time.
  
Raymond Tibbets' son George graduated from Harvard in 1946 and
joined his father in the business.
  
In 1948 when Andrija came to town, the plant, then three years
old, was turning out 50,000 crystals a year from a 7000 square 
foot facility. Thirty employees, the majority of them woman,
worked at the benches earning an average of about $20.00 per 
week -- in 1940's money. The crystals were piezoelectric; that 
is to say, they generated electricity when sound waves struck 
them.
  
The average thickness of each crystal was 12/1000th of an inch,
about the size of three sheets of paper pressed together.
  
The lions share of the output went into hearing aid microphones
although the crystals could be, and were, used in any kind of
radio.`  
  
Considering the type of projects Andrija would be getting up to,
one would have to consider that plant very handy.
  
I hear voices, but there is no one there!

In 1948, while the big barn was getting sawed and hammered into
shape, suitable for laboratory use, Andrija began popping up in
New York. He was in the company of a nasty piece-of-work
psychiatrist named Warren S. McCulloch, whom he knew from his old
days at Northwestern when McCulloch had been an instructor.
  
A real intellectual-ugly who had worked over at Bellevue hospital
years earlier, McCulloch is written up in history as one of the
prime founder guys of Cybernetics. Now if ever there was a
subject that the Soviet Union took to heart, Cybernetics was it.
Defined by one of its own scientists, V. Trapeznikov of the
Institute of Automation and Telemechanics, "The science of
control, the organization of purposeful action in living
organisms, in man-made automatic machines and in the society in
which we live."
  
Cutting to the heart of it, Cybernetics gets rid of that most
distressing, theory-upsetting, science-messing factor of the 
human spirit or soul, and likens all to a machine whether it be 
weapons, people, organizations, or society as a whole -- merely 
machines needing to be organized by those with the "right stuff" 
upstairs.
   
Little Cybernetic organizations and research facilities popped up
in that country much like measles pop up on the face of a
stricken child. Lest I sound improperly informed, let me hasten 
to add that the Cybernetic measles spread in the United States as
well, but not with the same ferocity it invaded the body politic
in the Soviet Union. 
  
McCulloch, by then, had chaired a number of conferences on
"Circular Causal and Feedback Mechanisms in Biological and Social
Systems," sponsored by the Josiah Macy, Jr. Foundation. This
foundation is internationally notorious for funding directly or
acting as a conduit for US and British funding of discreditable
mind-control experiments.
  
If nothing else McCulloch was a realist having claimed that the
members of the psychiatric profession actually came from the
lower third of their class. Mostly these
bottom-of-the-intellectual-ladder types headed out for jobs in
state hospitals and there deteriorated faster then the inmates 
-- so he said.
  
He also thought implants would be kind of a cool thing. "So much
for implanted electrodes. They are here to stay. Through them we
will record activities in structures heretofore inaccessible,
locating the "Womb of Fancy." Through them we will stimulate --
begetting Fancy. With them, we will destroy whatever generates 
or mediates the diseases of Fancy. To do less would be unethical.
Confess you'd rather wear them in your head for years than let
the cigar-clippers nip your frontal poles. He was a gem.
  
McCulloch had a interesting list of organizations that wished to
spur on his creative endeavors by providing him with money. Those
of you interested in such things, and don't want to bother going
to the library, may drop me a line requesting same.
  
Hearing voices within the confines of your very own, and most
private, head is a definite psychiatric "no-no." Throughout 
history various cures for this most serious of conditions have 
been attempted. The English, you might recall, cured Joan of Arc 
of this malady by burning her at the stake.
  
In some manner, never fully explained, the story according to
Andrija was that he and McCulloch got wind of the fact that a
patient right there at Bellevue, in the mental ward, was
professing that he too was hearing voices. The pair went on over
to look into this situation. 
  
After much prodding about, consultation and data taking it was
discovered that the man had been working at a job grinding metal
castings against Carborundum wheels. The dust generated by that
activity coated the individuals metal fillings turning the teeth
into radio receivers. The individual was tuned very precisely to
station WOR in New York City. A fine story, and certainly an
interesting one, when it falls upon your ears for the first time
as it did mine. That first version I encountered put these
happening in 1953, not 1948 where they properly belong.
  
Speaking to a doctor, who had worked on getting Puharich's tooth
implant smaller some years later, he recalled to me that Andrija
had told him that this whole thing happened in coal mining
country and that the patient was a coal miner who had gotten coal
in his teeth.
  
The earliest version of the story that I have come across written
by Puharich himself, has a slightly different sequence of events.
In this version there is not one patient at the mental ward but
two. In addition there is a dentist along for the ride and it all
occurred in 1948.
  
Not only were there two patients, but the kindly doctors cleaned
their teeth and put those guys in a cage constructed of closely
meshed copper wires designed to screen out ambient radio
frequencies -- a Faraday cage. When thusly placed in the 
enclosure the voices stopped.
  
Perhaps, like myself, your forehead is puckered up into a frown
now as obvious questions are left hanging like recently washed
linen is left to hang upon a clothes line. 
  
If these poor unfortunate mental patients were receiving station
WOR would it have seemed so mysterious to them? After all, radio
stations do give out their call letters. Would they not have
said, "I hear a radio station but there is no radio around."
Would there not have been music as well as voices? How did these
patients come to be committed to a mental ward? Did they run
screaming to a psychiatrist, "You gotta do something. A radio
station has gotten into my head!" You also got to wonder what a
Faraday cage was doing in the mental ward at Belleview. 
  
Picking up radio stations via the teeth was not an unknown
phenomena. Frank Edwards in his book "Strange World" makes note
of just such a case, which he unfortunately does not date. Here 
a factory worker who lived in Bridgeport Connecticut visited a
dentist and had work done. Some of the filling material lodged
between his teeth and he began to hear music and voices from a
radio station. The cause was discovered and corrected, and no 
one was committed.
  
Andrija usually advanced the stories in explaining how it was he
came to be applying his research talent and theory of nerve
conduction to a tooth implant, which he said he hoped to make 
into a hearing aid.
  
His statements of what occurred, changing though it may be,
completely rules out any idea that those patients were being
experimented on. It certainly would never occur to me that they
were putting voices into heads rather then getting them out. 
  
Andrija was involved, in 1948, with another individual, thought 
to be a communist, who got into keeping the heads of dead humans 
in his basement in crockery pots. We'll have to save just who 
that man was and how he fit in for the next part of our story.
  
Summing Up: Arrives in the small resort town of Camden, Maine
which he proclaims fits the bill for starting a new hospital. Is
given a specially reinforced barn with unusually thick foundation
for two years at no charge. Local citizens, mostly from the boat
club began to get barn into shape. Town has one other significant
industry. A facility which produces piezoelectric crystals, run
by a man who had done secret war work. Puharich, in company with
Warren McCulloch are doing something with patients at a NY mental
ward which involves teeth and radio signals.

The police, having received a disquieting report that upset their
doughnut munching, rushed over to verify what they had been told.
Sure enough, just as reported, a human head, most improperly
detached from whatever body it had been original equipment for,
lay in the tall grass on Dr. Samuel Rosen's property. The
left-wing Rosen. The Communist, Rosen.
  
Off they went to arrest the fuckin' political outcast, who was
then in bed at his summer residence in Katonah, New York.
  
That head had previously resided in a earthenware pot in a root
cellar which belonged to, the
soon-to-be-more-infamous-then-he-already-was, Rosen. He kept his
collection of heads there for the coolness a root cellar offered 
-- so he explained to the police.
  
Furthermore all the people from which all the heads came had been
nicely and properly dead before he obtained them. True, what he
did was a crime, but in no way did it rise to the level of
murder. 

How had the head gotten out of his root cellar? Maybe a dog got
in and took it ... was the only explanation the baffled Doctor
could come up with.
  
The heads were used to practice certain surgical procedures on,
and they had to be human. Rosen therefore had bribed a certain
person, the fellow who was in charge of the bodies at an unnamed
hospital morgue, called a diener. That greedy attendant had seen
to it that he was well supplied. Well, then the cops demanded,
give us the name of the fellow. 
  
Whatever Rosen's reply to the cops was, it added up to, "can't 
do that." 
  
The cops thought they had best report back to the station to let
the interested parties there know what had transpired. Rosen,
sure that they would soon return to arrest him, waited at his
residence glumly. The cops, unexpectedly did not come back, nor
was Rosen ever arrested or questioned further about the incident.
  

Looking back over these events, nearly a half century after they
occurred, one wonders that if the police were anxious to arrest
Rosen because of his political activities (his evaluation) then
why did they not pursue the matter? It certainly was not legal to
bribe dieners for bodies or body parts that once belonged to some
unfortunate human who had expired in a hospital. The odd refusal
to follow through might suggest that someone at a higher level,
out of sight, was pulling strings. 
  
Of the two characters we have yet to introduce into this strange
gathering at the Round Table Foundation of Electrobiology, the
most beneficial is probably Dr. Samuel Rosen, otologist (ear
specialist).
  
There are many people today who owe the fact that they can hear
to this doctor -- the creator of the Stapes Mobilization 
procedure.
  
He was, according to Puharich, associated with the Round Table
Foundation from the get-go. In 1949, he was fifty-one years old
and coming up to a particularly difficult time of his life. He
had not yet developed his Stapes Mobilization, but did have a
successful private practice, a nice house and fine family. The
future being bright, shades were the order of the day.
  
There was one significant difficulty, especially in those heady
days of loyalty oaths -- J. Edgar Hoover and The House 
Un-American Activities Committee. That difficulty was in the 
main, the idea his fellow doctors and his patients had gotten of 
him. Mainly, that he was a communist, a pinko, a left-wing 
sympathizer, a Soviet dupe.
  
Not only did they find his politics questionable, they found his
friends that way as well. The spunky doctor was friends with
Henry Wallace, once Secretary of Agriculture under Roosevelt, as
well as his Vice President, and later Secretary of Commerce,
under Truman.
  
Like Zlatko Balakovic, Rosen belonged to, and had come up on, the 
wrong side following WW II and the beginning of the cold war.
  
He and his wife, Helen, belonged to a group that called itself
the Citizens Committee of the Arts, Sciences and Professions. It,
like Zlatko Balakovic's organizations, was cited as a subversive
group. Rosen said he had been brought into that particular crowd
by Frederick March, the actor, and it had been originally formed
to get Roosevelt reelected to a fourth term of office. As can be
detected by the subversive declaration, the FBI and other shadow
jumpers thought otherwise.
  
Rosen was close friends of Dashiell Hammett, a wonderful writer
with a serious drinking problem, strong beliefs and a definite
socialist bent. Hammett's FBI file contained, according to the
meticulous researcher, Herbert Mitgang, 356 pages revealing that
he was tracked not only by the FBI, but the Army as well. As
students of this particular piece of history know, the writer
would spend six months in jail in 1953 rather then cooperate with
the House Un-American Activities Committee who were trying to
find out who was posting bail for all the goddamned communist,
pinko perverts. Following his release he came to live on Rosen's
property, in a little cottage made available to him by the
concerned doctor. 
  
Proceeding by some years, the scandal of his friendship with
Hammett and Wallace, was Rosen's friendship with Paul Robeson.
The talented, and politically active, black opera star often
dropped into the declared subversive Citizens Committee's
headquarters as he happened to be performing Othello just around
the corner. He met Rosen's wife who invited him to her and
Samuel's house for dinner. They became good friends, which leads
us into August 27, 1949 civil rights concert at Peckskill which
put the nail in Rosen's coffin, although he was not even there.
  
The concert had been gotten up by the Harlem chapter of the Civil
Rights Congress, of which Robeson was vice-president. The
purpose was to generate revenues which would be used to defend
American Communists and others who had been indicted for
conspiracy to advocate the overthrow of the American government. 
  
A few hundred people, the majority of them black, had gathered at
the picnic ground to listen to Paul Robeson sing. Before
Robeson actually arrived, a crowd-intimidating phalanx of war
veterans showed up. The bunch who were there as the Veterans
Joint Council was composed of three groups of "right thinking
Americans," the Veterans of Foreign Wars, the Catholic Veterans
Association and the American Legion. This composite of vets was
determined to preserve the liberty of United States citizens by,
I guess, removing liberty completely, presumably to a place of
safety known only to them. They menaced the concert goers by
positioning themselves so that those already at the gathering
could not exit and those wanting to get in could not get by.
  
Well one thing led to another and a fist fight started which
turned into a melee which in turn spread throughout the public
grounds. Someone turned off the flood lights and several KKK
burning crosses sprouted up.
  
One truck and several cars were overturned and injuries abounded
as the two sides took to flailing at one another.
  
Peace was finally restored when about forty law enforcement
personnel showed up along with all the local Peckskill cops that
could be mustered. 
  
Thereafter, someone from the concert committee phoned up Rosen 
and asked to use his substantial lawn to make a protest rally. 
Within an hour of his giving his consent the news was on the 
radio. Some three thousand people showed up. Thus it was that 
Rosen notoriety as a communist grew big time. And with it the 
majority of his patients, reacting to the publicity, abandoned 
him and what had been a successful medical practice fell into 
ruin.
  
At the time Puharich first became associated with Rosen, the
disastrous concert was still a hop and a skip in the future. It
is not known by this writer how the two came to collaborate. This
missing data is in itself a peculiarity. Dr. Rosen wrote an
autobiography which omits any mention whatsoever of Andrija
Puharich or the Round Table Foundation of Electrobiology.
  
Puharich stated throughout the years that he was Dr. Rosen's
surgical assistant on the Stapes Mobilization surgical procedure.
He put the years at between 1949 and 1952. It is difficult to see
how this is what they could have been working on in 1949. Rosen
wrote he had not yet developed the surgical procedure, nor did he
even consider the possibility of doing so until 1952.
  
One is left to wonder just why Puharich put forth such
disinformation? On top of that there is the curious, before
mentioned, omission on Dr. Rosen's part of Andrija Puharich or
the Round Table Foundation.
  
If not the Stapes operation what were the two working on? 
  
The actual research was directed at clarifying the piezoelectric
properties of a structure located on the inner surface of the
membrane located near the base of the spiral tube of the inner
ear, called the cochlea.
  
Some years prior, Rosen had developed a theory that the tongue
could be used as an organ of hearing. He based this on the fact
of a nerve which lay in the passageway behind the ear drum and
the bony wall of the inner ear. The space there is so small that
it could be filled with four or five drops of water. Rosen had
discovered in that passageway two nerves that had nothing to do
with hearing at all. One of them was a facial nerve. Should it be
cut during surgery, as he had once accidently done, the patient
would experience paralysis of one side of his face. The other
nerve, called the Chorda tympani nerve was utilized by the tongue
in the sense of taste. 
  
The entire subject had come up during a lunch when Rosen was
concerned about a problem covering a hole made by a particular
operation on the ear. Tossing it about, both Puharich and he
thought that they might swing the Chorda tympani nerve over from
the tongue to cover the cavity. Once done, Rosen believed it 
would be possible for the tongue to pick up sound waves and 
transfer the sounds to the inner ear, bypassing the ear drum.
  
It was necessary to adjudicate if the nerve in question was long
enough to be successfully moved and if so could it be moved
without interfering with other parts of the anatomy?

Both Rosen and Puharich went over to Bellevue and acquired at
least one corpse to perform a practice operation. Having
successfully completed that, they decided they should practice on
something that was alive. They therefore acquired some monkeys.
Once the monkeys were under anaesthesia the surgeons deliberately
destroyed the horribly, unlucky creature's ear drums.
  
From there they moved the nerve fiber from the tongue and
connected it with the inner ear.
  
Experimentation when the monkeys had recovered showed that the
now should-be-deaf animals could hear. How well they could hear
was an unknown, but they could hear.
  
This work, which briefly surfaced in 1950, had been carried out
in 1948 and 1949. The reader may recall that would be the same
time period Andrija was at Bellevue with implant-happy McCulloch.
  
Moving away from the subject of surgery and the nervous system of
the human body, I now invite the reader, who enjoys participatory
reading, to take a US dollar bill from his pocket.
   
Observe the back of the bill and you will see the pyramid and all
seeing-eye design thereon. This goes back to Henry Wallace who
had, way back when he was Secretary of Agriculture, suggested the
peculiar design as part and parcel of an idea he had for a new
dollar coin. Roosevelt nixed the coin idea but kept the design.
This has, over the years, led to endless Illuminati
conspiratorial ideas.
  
There is no doubt that Henry Wallace had a bit of a mystic bent
about him. He was an inquisitive, productive man by all accounts.
Rosen describes him as a cold being, who had a fear of the rising
"yellow man," which may be what led him into a series of attempts
to introduce Christianity into China with Nicholas Roerich, a
Russian explorer and mystic.
  
As is known, he who wins the war, writes the history. Wallace did
not win the political war of the time. Truman fired him, the FBI
surveilled him, the Attorney General used association on him to
prove that one was "disloyal," and so on. 
  
According to William C. Sullivan, once second in command at the
FBI, Hoover hated Wallace. Of course Hoover hated Truman, new
dealers, left wing radicals, and just about anything that smacked 
of a position one iota left of center right.
  
Truman's clumsy handling of Hoover's grab for power during the
heyday of the House on Un-American Activities Committee's rape of
civil liberties led to loyalty oaths and a bunch of other scary
nonsense. Writers still like to rake up, when they are of a mind,
to show just how close the US came to fascism. 
  
What we are talking about here is trickle down politics. And the
trickle wended its way right on down to Wallace, down to Maine,
down to Camden, Rosen and Balakovic. Hmmm, funny ... it seems 
to have missed Puharich. 
  
Truman was teed off at Henry for a number of things. One was his
letters to Nicholas Roerich (whom those in the White House
thought of as a disreputable Russian Mystic). It wasn't so much
what the letters between the two (that had somehow gotten leaked
to the press) said. It was the way Wallace addressed Roerich in
his missives: "Dear Guru." This subservient salutation to a
Russian guy by someone high in our government could not be
tolerated. This therefore helped blow the democrats away in the
1946 elections. They lost seats. They lost prestige. They had
long memories.
  
Another flap occurred when Wallace gave a speech at Madison
Square Garden. The speech suggested, nay said, that there was a
mighty softening of attitude toward the Soviet Union which was a
direct reversal of the facts of the case. Unfortunately Truman
had OK'd the speech without reading it carefully and therefore
was caught with his political pants down. Upshot without going
into more detail. Wallace was fired.
  
To hell with them, reasoned Wallace, I'll run on another ticket,
the Progressive Party. That must have caused Hoover to become
frightfully unmellow as the Progressive Party was considered to
be run by hard-line Communists.
  
Let me say here and now, as the author of this series, that I
have no special knowledge as to who was a communist, a socialist,
a pinko, a wrong thinker and who was not. The knowledge that I
have is who was perceived to be a communist and that knowledge,
whether the perception was correct or not, is all that I have. It
was this perception which ended the careers of many men in those
reckless days. With their careers went their achievements, some
to be resurrected in later, gentler days. Unfortunately, in many
cases the good got interred with their bones, thank you very much
Shakespeare.
  
Historical hindsight leaves little doubt that in those times
little regard was given as to whether or not individuals 
declared subversive had actually done anything subversive.
  
Having regaled you with my opinions, let us turn back to the
subject, Dr. Andrija Puharich, and show what this has to do with
him and his associates. Fortunately a paper trail does exist to
some extent.
  
On April 1, 1949 of that year, Puharich wrote a letter to the
Trustees of a legal entity called the Wallace Fund. The money in
the fund was made up of royalties Henry Wallace had received on
one of his books. 
  
In the letter to that fund Puharich stated that the grant he
requested was to be used exclusively for the procurement of
electronic equipment for basic neurophysiological research. He
would use the money to obtain "infra-red detectors for the
detection of long wave infra-red radiation from nerves and
nervous systems." Progress reports would be furnished to Henry 
A. Wallace as well as the trustees of the Wallace fund. In this 
request, Puharich also noted that the current trustees of
the Round Table Foundation were himself, William A. Brown of
Boston Mass and Carl D. Lane of Rockport Maine.
  
In between the letter of April 1 requesting the funds, Andrija
also got a letter off to Henry Wallace in which he extolled the
once vice-president's virtues as a "universal man" and thanked 
him for "the privilege of sharing your presence." 
  
By April 27, a check in the amount of $4,458.73 was in the mail
and on the way to the Round Table Foundation of Electrobiology.
  
Summing Up: Puharich is working with a ear specialist named Dr.
Samuel Rosen who is thought to be a communist. They are
researching the possibility that a nerve from the tongue can be
used to facilitate hearing. This during the same year and at the
same hospital (Bellevue) that Puharich and the psychiatrist
McCulloch were working together. Puharich meets once Vice
President of the United States, Henry Wallace, who is a friend 
of Rosen's. He applies to The Wallace Foundation for a grant and
receives it. 
  
This is the last section in our four part series on Andrija
Puharich. In it we are covering the formation and first funding
of the Round Table Foundation of Electrobiology as well as have
discussing the rudiments of the odd tooth implant whose
development started in 1948.
  
In this final section we will reveal the presence of an unknown
agency that was connected with the Round Table Foundation from
the start. The inclusion of this agency may leave unanswered
questions about how it was that a man, known to be financed by
individuals connected to subversive organizations, came to be
granted security clearances by the United States Army.
  
By the time the laboratory in Maine was operational, enough
material and labor had been donated gratis to keep the total cost
of setup to $437.00, which even considering late 40's economics 
is minuscule. The exact source of these donations is not, as of 
this writing, documented.
  
Puharich's finances were certainly flourishing. There was the
$4,458.73 from Henry Wallace (interestingly Puharich when
reporting to the press of the day the happy news of that grant
dropped out Henry Wallace as his benefactor). In addition to the
Wallace money, Mrs. Zlatko Balakovic kicked in $2,000 and a Mr.
Walter C. Paine put in $3,000.
  
Although Walter C. Paine is still alive, I have had no luck at 
all in getting a response from him to any query regarding the 
Round Table Foundation. I have thus dubbed him Mr.
"I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it" Paine.
  
Another, later associate of the Foundation, Arthur Young, now
deceased, said that he had a friend named Walter in Camden who
was also part of the Foundation. He commented that Walter was an
oil executive at the time and preferred to remain anonymous.
  
We will continue without Mr. Paine's input. Hummphh. 
  
Various pieces of high-tech equipment began to show up at the
lab. The cost of this equipment was also, at cost, or no charge.
We will mention only one such specialized piece of equipment in
this article, but there were others. The one piece we will 
discuss seems to have made a tidy profit for Andrija. 
  
John Cooney an electronics engineer from Yale, who had been
associated with the M.I.T. Radiation Laboratory and had helped
develop radar during the war, constructed it.
  
Cooney built a specially designed nerve stimulator. The function
of the unit was to stimulate nerves by controlled electrical
impulses. 
  
It happens that Andrija Puharich had written a letter to Henry
Wallace in 1948, which mentioned John Cooney. This was before he
had actually received the grant from the Wallace Fund. 
  
"The Mr. John Cooney that I refer to in my program for research
is a rare man who fits into the program here perfectly. He is an
electronic engineer who was trained at Yale and M.I.T. He is of
my vintage and a rebel from society who came to Maine so that he
could be himself. He has built, and is running, a jewel of a
theatre in Waldoboro, and thus has an independent income. He is
working with me for no pay -- just for the sheer pleasure of it.
He is brilliant and ingenious. The equipment that I want to build
would cost about $40,000 on the open market, but he thinks that
he can do that job for about $4000.00 using war surplus material.
Thus the money that you are granting will go a very long way."
  
According to John Cooney, now 83, though, "This is all vintage
Puharich as I remember him -- beginning with the "brown-nosing" 
of Mr. Wallace and concluding with the paragraph relating to me
personally -- which is 100% pure bull-shit from start to finish."
  
Far from being a rebel from society who came to Maine so that he
could be himself, Mr. Cooney pointed out that he had in fact
lived in Maine all of his life (except for WW II) on land that
had been in his family since the Indians owned it.
  
He denied having ever having an independent income, nor had he
worked for free and most certainly never for Puharich, nor did he
at any time have slightest connection with The Round Table
Foundation.
  
The "jewel of a theatre" mentioned had not been built by him but
by his father.
  
The nerve stimulator, actually a special variable pulse 
electronic generator, had not cost $4,000 but in fact had cost 
about $40.00, which according to Mr. Cooney is what he charged 
Puharich and was duly paid for, concluding any dealings they had.
  
The puzzlement here is why Andrija Puharich would have written
such a letter, containing so many false details about a man he,
at least according to Cooney, actually had next to no dealings
with. If Henry Wallace had been so inclined he might have, with a
little checking, found out the truth.
 
Perhaps the answer lies in the last section of this report. In
it you will find that another man named Cooney was indeed
associated with Puharich. For now, let us continue with our
story.
  
Though the Round Table Foundation's bottom line, dollar-wise, 
was certainly on the upswing, it cannot account for all the
expenditures made. As you shall read, Puharich in some, yet
unknown, manner became the proud possessor of quite an estate.
  
A possible source of hidden money might have to do with a secret
project associated with the Round Table Foundation of
Electrobiology in 1949. Here we find a remaining personality,
quite wealthy, and a project whose claimed existence did not
surface for thirty years. Read on and you will understand why I
use the words "claimed existence" when speaking of that project.
  
The person we are interested in is a prolific and famous inventor
and radio pioneer by the name of John Hays Hammond, Jr., who at
that time was in his early seventies. Back then, he had more
patents issued to himself then any other man in the United
States.
  
Hammond had developed radio remote control which many reference
works state serves as the basis for modern missile guidance
systems. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, the inventor
established the Hammond Radio Research Laboratory in 1911. 
  
By World War I, he had not only developed radio remote-control
but also incorporated within it a gyroscope enabling him to send
a yacht on a 120 mile round trip between Gloucester, Mass and
Boston. He also developed techniques to prevent enemy jamming of
remote control, as well as invented a radio-controlled torpedo
for coastal defense. 
  
Hammond conducted some of the earliest experiments in frequency
modulation. He devised a amplifier that was used on 
long-distance telephone lines. 
  
During WW II he developed a variable-pitch ship propeller that
increased engine efficiency. His later developments include a
method of intelligence transmission called "Telespot." 
  
He was president of the Hammond Research Corporation, a
consulting firm, and often served as research consultant to large
corporations.
  
It is significant, considering the exploratory implant work, to
note that John Hays Hammond, Jr. had a belief that the mind could
be influenced by radio waves. He was also conversant with the
work of Nikola Tesla, the legally acknowledged creator of radio.
  
He was said, by Puharich, to have been the only student Tesla had
ever had. Bolstering that claim is the following fact. Following
his financial spiral down, Tesla lived, with John Hays Hammond,
Jr. at his estate. There, according to author and researcher
Gerry Vassilatos in his interesting book "Secrets of Cold War
Technology," the work they did lead to the some of the inventions
noted above.
  
Relating to John Hays Hammond, Jr., is the secret project that
Puharich claimed got underway in 1948, Project Penguin. 
  
This, he avowed, was a Navy undertaking which ran a number of
years. Its purpose was to test individuals said to possess
"psychic powers." The project was headed by a man named Rexford
Daniels.
  
Puharich made this startling claim on the Geraldo Rivera show on
October 2, 1987. When challenged, he promised to send proof of
his allegation to another guest on the show, Marcello Truzzi, who
was in his usual role of open-minded skeptic. According to
Truzzi, the proof was never sent him.
  
The Navy flat out denies that it has any records at all of a
Project Penguin. Even an appeal, on my part, to the Judge
Advocate General produced no results. "Never heard of it," is
more or less the response back.
  
The research papers, letters, etc. of John Hays Hammond, Jr. are
now at Yale University. Queries to them regarding correspondence
between John Hays Hammond, Jr. and Andrija Puharich have likewise
produced negative results. This is puzzling. There should have 
been at least one memorandum according to an article in the
International Journal of Neuropsychiatry is which Puharich wrote,
"In 1950 I sent a memorandum to Mr. John Hays Hammond, Jr. of
Gloucester, Mass., outlining the plan of an experimental
technique."
  
It would be exciting to think that the Department of the Navy
upon receiving my FOIA request regarding Project Penguin yelled
out something to the effect of, "Oh my God, he is on to us. 
Shred the docs. Call Yale and tell them not to let that bastard 
have anything."
  
I, regretfully, am prone to believe that they have no record of a
Project Penguin, nor of any correspondence regarding such. To my
mind that does not equate to the non-existence of such a project.
As in all things governmental, it depends on who you ask.
  
I have been able to confirm these pieces of information:
John Hays Hammond, Jr. did, in fact, carry out research on Eileen
Garrett, a world famous psychic of the day. 
  
There was a Rexford Daniels in Camden, Maine, during those years.
He was a summer resident and both he and his family were well
thought of.
  
According to Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird in their book,
The Secret Life of Plants, Rexford Daniels owned a company named
Interference Consultants Company of Concord Massachusetts and as
of 1973 had been studying the problem of how proliferating
electromagnetic emissions interfere with one another and may work
harmful environmental effects on man. Daniels apparently became
convinced that there was a force in the universe which was itself
intelligent. "Daniels theorizes that this force operates through
a whole spectrum of frequencies not necessarily linked to the
electromagnetic spectrum and that human beings can mentally
interact with it."
  
There is ample evidence that individuals thought to have talent
as psychics began to show up at the Round Table Foundation, some
from overseas, some local talent and that these individuals were
indeed tested, extensively. One of the more notorious of these
individuals, Peter Hurkos, was brought to the US by a man with a
background in Naval intelligence.
  
There was one additional grant of money to the Round Table
Foundation in 1949.
  
The story about how this last bit of good fortune came to be was
told thusly: Puharich and his wife Virginia attended a square
Dance in Camden during the summer of 1949.
   
It was at this function that he met a Mr. and Mrs. Norman
Anderson, which led to him going to New York and meeting with
Charles Kaufman, then vice president in charge of research and
development at General Foods Corporation.
  
The results of that meeting were that General Foods decided to
break with its long standing policy of conducting research "in
house." They elected to farm out research work to Puharich at his
Round Table Foundation rather then use their own research
facility at Hoboken, New Jersey. 
  
The corporation started him off with a Fellowship and a $5,000
grant to study taste physiology. The idea is that Andrija is to
work out a new method of measuring taste in animals, so it was
publicly announced.
  
General Foods also granted Andrija the use of their electron
microscope which was located at their Hoboken facility.
  
By 1950 Andrija Puharich had become a farmer, growing crops,
raising animals and maintaining a new laboratory, complete with
staff. All this on a wonderful new estate which boasted a 22 room
house, which would be used by lab technicians for a dormitory. At
the new digs was a new, large garage which was converted to hold
a store of laboratory animals. Puharich's brother William showed
up from Colorado to help with the research. 
  
Either $5,000 went a fantastically long way in those days or some
unaccounted for funding showed up. I propose the latter of the
choices.
  
Consider the following list of individuals known to be associated
with Andrija Puharich and the Round Table Foundation, some of
whom we have already mentioned, some of whom would not show up in
time to make it into this article. They are: Norman Anderson
(mentioned), Charles Kettering (mentioned) and Raymond Zirkle
(mentioned), Jack Cooney (unmentioned), Kennith Cole
(unmentioned) and Shields Warren (unmentioned) General Foods
(mentioned), General Motors (mentioned).
  
Each of these individuals and the two organizations listed were
actually engaged in research for the Atomic Energy Commission.
  
General Foods, in 1947, was in receipt of isotopes provided for
research by the AEC. Specifically they were to test the
physiological availability and to follow the metabolism of Zn 65
and 69 as well as Cobalt 60 and Cu 64. They had been shipped
these on the premise that they would be administered to cattle in
a specific mineral supplement. The isotopes were delivered to
their Hoboken research facility.
  
It should be noted that research done during 1947 showed that a
pregnant dog, who had received ZN 65 (dosage undetermined),
produced radioactive pups. The pups were then "sacrificed" to see
in which organs the element had landed.
  
All of this is especially suspicious when one finds that the
animals being used for the taste research at the Round Table
Foundation died. At least one individual, then familiar with the
Foundation recalls burns on the bodies of some. As near as I have
been able to ascertain no special handling was carried out in
getting rid of these carcasses. They were simply left outside for
the local trash collection.
  
While I realize that this hardly makes a lawyer's case that
covert radiation research was taking place, one should consider
the strange construction of that barn which you have been told
about and his later connections to the Atomic Energy Commission
and its people which are outside the scope of this article but
will be in my book.
  
Consider also the new Cooney in the list above. Not the John
Cooney mentioned to Wallace, but Jack Cooney, who research shows
was in 1946 and 1947 Army Colonel Jack Cooney. By 1950 he was
Brigadier General Jack Cooney. We find him briefly mentioned as
being associated with the Round Table Foundation sans his
military rank or affiliation.
  
Cooney headed up the army medical branch of an organization
formed in July of 1947 called The Armed Forces Special Weapons
Project. 
  
"The Armed Forces Special Weapons Project (AFSWP) established
by the War and Navy Departments, is charged in its charter with
responsibility for all military service functions of the
Manhattan Project as are retained under the control of the Armed
Forces including training of special personnel required, military
participation in the development of atomic weapons of all types
(to coordinate with the Commission) ... and developing and
effecting joint radiological safety measures in coordination with
established agencies." Source: Office Memorandum from Lt. Col. W.
B. Hutchinson Jr. to Brig. General James McCormack, Jr. Once
secret, this document was declassified in 1995.
  
The AFSWP has a curious administrative set-up. It has not one
chief, but two, one from the Navy holding the rank of Captain and
one from the Army holding the rank of Colonel. This duel set-up
might explain why my FOIA to the Navy regarding Operation Penguin
was strikingly unsuccessful. The records would not be in the
possession of the US Navy, they would have instead been housed
within the Atomic Energy Commission, probably one of the last
places one would think to look.
   
And, although not covered in this article, Andrija Puharich, was
known to be in the company of Dr. Shields Warren, while in
Washington D.C. This individual was, like Cooney, a key personnel
on the medical side of the radiation studies being carried out.
  
Puharich's earlier "medical discharge" said to have rendered him
unfit to serve in the military after completing medical training
happens to have coincided with the establishment of The Armed
Forces Special Weapons Project.
  
Mysteriously, his medical condition seems to have vanished as he
was "reinducted" into the Army about the time of the Korean War
and served as a Captain at the US Army Chemical Center, where he
got up to some very interesting activities.
  
If what I have stated is true, and it is, we are left with one
very perplexing question. What about the left-wing, red
sympathizing commie guys? 
  
The answer my friend, is not blowing in the wind, it will be in
my book.
  
We leave you now with an incomplete story, hoping that enough
curiosity about Dr. Andrija Puharich, his activities, and his
marvelous tooth implant has been created that you will consider
the purchase of my upcoming book, tentatively entitled "Andrija,
Aliens and the Square Wave."
  
Thus I will be the richer and you will be the wiser.
  
Summing up: The Round Table Foundation of Electrobiology began 
to flourish. A considerable misrepresentation as to cost of
equipment is shown. Project Penguin undertaken by the Navy is
also claimed. A grant from General Foods and the activities of 
associates reveals the connection to The Armed Forces Special 
Weapons Project.

All material is copyright 1996 by Terry L. Milner. Limited
permission to quote is granted so long as name and copyright are
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