ANTIGRAVITY PLATFORM
Rediscovered Flying Carpet History
In the photos and information about a
mechanism one would wear to allow personal flight, I don't have a clue (well,
not that I will report here) about the propulsive force unless it’s inertial
and being redirected.
But we would have lift as a given. One or
more gyroscopes would lock the attached cargo (the device and its rider) into
space and use precession to provide the directional vector.
In the above story recounted by Dan about
his wife's experience, you will recall the flying man rotated slowly around to
move out over the ocean, precession to provide the rotation could account for
this, where the rotation speed could be controlled by the velocity of the gyro
rotor.
If you read the below article about
Grebennikovs platform, note he uses nothing electronic or mechanical to provide
lift and thrust, only a natural gravity deflecting phenomena provided by what
some of us believe to be nanostructure arrays of beetle wings. Once the
platform achieves the desired height, he leans INTO the direction he wishes to
go and the platform 'falls forward, backward or sideways,' much like a surfer
riding a wave.
In the following article about 'flying
carpet' construction and use of a mysterious clay, transmuted by a hot oil
process, what if the beetle or other unique insect discovered and put to
practical use by Grebennikov, had access to this mysterious clay substance as
part of their diet, possibly ingested it and secreted it into their wing
structure to provide a weak gravity deflecting effect?
I
think we are missing something here! Remember the Egyptian preoccupation with
the dung beetle? They are depicted rolling or holding a round ball of clay in
front of them. What if the Egyptians know this secret?
Keep in mind the phenomenon of
'diamagnetism' which equally repels north and south poles at the same time. As
in;
diamagnetism - phenomenon exhibited by
materials like copper or bismuth that become magnetized in a magnetic field
with a polarity opposite to the magnetic force; unlike iron they are slightly
repelled by a magnet
All materials have diamagnetic properties,
but the effect is very weak, and usually overcome by the object's paramagnetic
or ferromagnetic properties. A material which is predominantly diamagnetic will
be repelled by a magnet, although typical objects only feel a very small force.
Pieces of pyrolitic graphite, cut into
various shapes, hover intriguingly. In this demonstration, about 120 objects
in all floated above a base of permanent magnets. A powered device that could
lift an equally large number and variety of objects using active feedback
would be a significant engineering challenge to design and build, whereas
this simple system of passive, diamagnetic levitation is straightforward to
assemble.
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Perhaps the substance that displays the
strongest diamagnetism is bismuth, used in guns. Melting down bismuth and then
molding it is a very efficient way of capturing the diamagnetic properties.
A thin slice of pyrolitic graphite, (used as
a lubricant and as a moderator in nuclear reactors), which is an unusually
strongly diamagnetic material, can be stably floated on a magnetic field, such
as that from rare earth permanent magnets. This can be done with all components
at room temperature, making a visually effective demonstration of diamagnetism.
The Ark of the Covenant when carried by priests over gullies is reported to levitate the people carrying it. It contained the ORMUS; sacred Hebrew MFKZT powder (burnt gold) eaten in the bread of the priests to extend life and increase intelligence.
The Radboud University Nijmegen has
conducted experiments where they have successfully levitated water and a live
frog.
Superconductors are perfect diamagnets and
when placed in an external magnetic field expel the field lines from their
interiors (depending on field intensity and temperature). Superconductors also
have zero electrical resistance, a consequence of their diamagnetism.
Superconducting structures have been known to tear themselves apart with
astonishing force in their attempt to escape an external field.
Due to the Meissner effect, a superconductor
also expels magnetic fields (µr = 0), much better than a diamagnet. Due to this
(and flux pinning) the magnet is held at a fixed distance from the
superconductor or vice versa.
Perhaps this clay material was pyrolitic
graphite or bismuth, whose diamagnetic repelling properties were greatly
magnified or even a natural room temperature superconductor!
Consider
that magnetic flux lines are spaced apart depending on their proximity to the
magnet, which clearly follows an inverse square law.
That is, the further you get from the
magnet, the more the flux lines spread out and the weaker is the overall
effect.
Much like shining a flashlight beam into a
tight circle on a wall.
Move back and the circle expands but the light
appears weaker because it covers more area. So too are magnetic flux lines and
their effects weakened by distance from the magnetic source.
Meaning the more flux lines (surface area)
you cover with a diamagnetically doped platform, like a water glider riding on
a bubble of air, not breaking the surface tension of the water, so too would
your flying platform float over the surface of the earth.
And now, almost the last item which has long
interested me relating to personal flight is the legend of the 'flying carpet.'
Recently, claims have arisen of the apparent discovery of a lost book which
tells several fascinating stories and tells how the carpets could be made to
fly using the mysterious clay I mentioned above. This is the first piece of
information I've read that did not derive from Scheherazades' narration in 'The
Arabian Nights.'
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The Secret History
of the Flying Carpet
by Henri Baq
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LONG before the broomstick became popular
with witches in medieval Europe, the flying
carpet was being used by thieves and madmen in the Orient.
Factual evidence for what was a
long-standing myth has now been found by a French explorer, Henri Baq, in Iran.
Baq has discovered scrolls of well-preserved
manuscripts in underground cellars of an old Assassin castle at Alamut, near
the Caspian Sea.
Written in the early thirteenth century by a
Jewish scholar named Isaac Ben Sherira,' these manuscripts shed new light on
the real story behind the flying carpet of the Arabian Nights. The discovery of
these artifacts has thrown the scientific world into the most outrageous
strife.
Following their translation from Persian
into English by Professor G.D. Septimus, the renowned linguist, a hastily
organized conference of eminent scholars from all over the world was called at
the London School of Oriental and African Studies. Baq's discovery came under
flak from many historians who insisted that the manuscripts were forgeries.
M. Baq, who could not attend the conference
because of the birth of his child, was defended by Professor Septimus, who
argued that the new findings should be properly investigated. The manuscripts
are now being carbon dated at the Istituto Leonardo da Vinci, Trieste. According to Ben Sherira, Muslim
rulers used to consider flying carpets as devil-inspired contraptions.
Their existence was denied, their science
suppressed, their manufacturers persecuted and any evidence about incidents
involving them systematically erased. Although flying carpets were woven and
sold till the late thirteenth century, the clientele for them was chiefly at
the fringe of respectable society.
Ben Sherira writes that flying carpets
received a favorable nod from the establishment around AD 1213, when a Toranian
prince demonstrated their use in attacking an enemy castle by positioning a
squadron of archers on them, so as to form a kind of airborne cavalry; the art
otherwise floundered, and eventually perished in the onslaught of the Mongols.
The earliest mention of the flying carpet,
according to Ben Sherira's chronicle, was made in two ancient texts. The first
of these is a book of proverbs collected by Shamsha-Ad, a minister of the
Babylonian king Nebuchadnezzar, and the other is a book of ancient dialogues
compiled by one Josephus.
None of these works survives today; however,
with their aid, Ben Sherira compiled a story relating to the Queen of Sheba and King
Solomon that is not found elsewhere.
Located at the southern tip of Arabia, the land
of Sheba occupied the
area of present-day Yemen,
although some geographers claim that Ethiopia or ancient Abyssinia was also part of its territory. This country
was ruled by a beautiful and powerful queen who is remembered in history as the
Sheba
of the Bible, the Saba or Makeda of the
Ethiopian epic Kebra Negast, and the Bilqis of Islam.
At the inauguration of the queen in 977 BC,
her alchemist-royal demonstrated small brown rugs that could hover a few feet
above the ground.
Many
years later she sent a magnificent flying carpet to King Solomon.
A token of love, it was of green sendal
embroidered with gold and silver and studded with precious stones, and its
length and breadth were such that all the king's host could stand upon it.
The king, who was preoccupied with building
his temple in Jerusalem,
could not receive the gift and gave it to his courtiers. When news of this cool
reception reached the queen, she was heartbroken. She dismissed her artisans
and never had anything to do with flying carpets again.
The
king and the queen eventually reconciled, but the wandering artisans found no
abode for many years, and eventually had to settle near the town of Baghdad in Mesopotamia in c. 934 BC.
In the Ben Sherira chronicle, certain
passages describe the workings of a flying carpet. Unfortunately, much of the
vocabulary used in these parts is indecipherable, so little has been understood
about their method of propulsion.
What is understood is that a flying carpet
was spun on a loom like an ordinary carpet; the difference lay in the dyeing
process. Here, the artisans had discovered a certain clay, 'procured from
mountain springs and untouched by human hand', which, when superheated at
'temperatures that exceeded those of the seventh ring of hell' in a cauldron of
boiling Grecian oil, acquired anti-magnetic properties.
Now
the Earth itself is a magnet, and has trillions of magnetic lines crossing it
from the North to the South Pole. The scientists prepared this clay and dyed
the wool in it before weaving it on a loom.
So, when the carpet was finally ready, it
pulled itself away from the Earth and, depending on the concentration of clay
used, hovered a few feet or several hundred feet above the ground.
Propulsion went along the magnetic lines,
which acted like aerial rails. Although they were known to the Druids in England and the
Incas in South America, only recently are
physicists beginning to rediscover the special properties of these so-called
'fey-lines'.
Note the notch in the black hawk helicopter (depicted above in the temple at Dendra) is the same size as the stones in the great pyramid. A fleet of fifty of these craft each laying 20 blocks of stone per day 300 days out of the years could lay the 3-million blocks of stone in the Great Pyramid in ten years. But, how did they cut and polish that many limestone blocks? It boggles the mind!
Isis is depicted as fly around on flying carpets. She also had a gold ball on her head filled with ORMUS and quite functional wings strapped to her back and wrists. These things were common every day toys for the rulers of ancient Egypt.
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Ben
Sherira writes that the great library of Alexandria, founded by Ptolemy I, kept
a large stock of flying carpets for its readers. They could borrow these
carpets in exchange for their slippers, to glide back and forth, up and down,
among the shelves of papyrus manuscripts. The library was housed in a ziggurat
that contained forty thousand scrolls of such antiquity that they had been
transcribed by three hundred generations of scribes, many of whom did not
understand the dead alphabet that they bore.
The
ceiling of this building was so high that readers often preferred to read while
hovering in the air. The manuscripts were so numerous that it was said that not
even a thousand men reading them day and night for fifty years could read them
all. Although the library had been damaged in the civil war under the Roman
emperor Aurelian, its final destruction is attributed to a Muslim general.
He burnt the papyrus to heat the six hundred
baths of Alexandria,
and the carpets, which frightened the wits out of his Bedouin Arabs, were
thrown into the sea. Ben Sherira comments bitterly that the knowledge of Alexandria went down the
drainpipe in 'washing the dirt of philistines'.
Flying carpets were discouraged in the
Islamic lands for two reasons. The official line was that man was never
intended to fly, and the flying carpet was a sacrilege to the order of things,
an argument that was spread enthusiastically by a zealous clergy. The second
reason was economic.
For the establishment, it was necessary to
keep the horse and the camel as the standard means of transport. The reason was
that certain Arab families, who had access to the inner chambers of successive
rulers, had become rich because of their vast stud farms, where they bred
hundreds of thousands of horses each year for the army, merchants and the
proletariat. It was the same with camels.
Certain Egyptian king-makers (listed by Ben
Sherira as the Hatimis, the Zahidis and the progeny of Abu Hanifa II) owned
camel farms, and enjoyed a total monopoly on the supply of camels in the whole
of the Islamic empire. None of these old families wanted their privileges
usurped by a small group of poor artisans who could potentially wreck their
markets by making flying carpets popular. Thus they were undermined.
Thanks to the mullahs' propaganda, the
Muslim middle class was beginning to shun flying carpets by the mid-eighth
century. The market for Arabian horses flourished instead. Camels were also
fetching high prices.
Ben Sherira notes that a curious incident,
which happened around this time, damaged the reputation of the flying carpet
beyond salvation:
On
a bright Friday afternoon in Baghdad, when the white disc of the sun blazed in
the third quarter of middle heaven, and the bazaar bustled with people buying
fruits and cloth and watching an auction of fair-skinned slaves, there appeared
across the sun the shimmering wraith of a turbaned man gliding towards the
highest minaret of the Royal Palace.
The devil was no other than a poor soldier
who had once served in the palace. He had been caught holding the youngest
princess's hand, and was thrown out by the eunuchs, disgraced and defeated.
When news about this affair reached the caliph, he was furious.
He had the princess locked up in a tower,
and to humiliate her, decided to marry her off to his royal executioner, a
towering black slave from Zanzibar.
The soldier, a Kurdish youth by the name of Mustafa, now returned. He glided up
to the minaret and helped a girl climb out of the window. Then in full view of
the public below, he glided away. The bazaaris cheered.
As the young lovers eloped on their carpet,
a battery of the elite guard, mounted on black Arabian stallions, charged out
of the palace and gave chase. But the flying carpet disappeared in the clouds
above. The establishment retaliated by hunting down everyone even remotely
involved with the business of flying carpets.
Thirty artisans were rounded up with their
families in a public square. A paid audience was assembled. The men were
accused of being libertines, and their heads rolled in the dust, all chopped
off by the black executioner from Zanzibar.
Next,
the caliph sent his spies to every corner of his empire ordering them to bring
back every remaining flying carpet and artisan to Baghdad. The small community of artisans, who
had lived near the Tigris for several
centuries, packed their possessions and, with only three male survivors, fled.
After wandering for many months through the
moon-like wastes of Iranian marshlands, they reached, ragged and near death,
the shining city of Bukhara,
where the emir, who did not take orders from Baghdad, gave them refuge.
This exodus, Isaac notes, happened in AD 776, a decade before the celebrated
reign of Harun ur Rashid, when The Thousand and One Nights was written.
Isaac believes that the inspiration for at least one
of the tales in the Arabian Nights comes from the incident of the eloping
lovers on that bright Friday afternoon in Baghdad.
Ben Sherira describes the genealogy of the
artisans in great detail. Some of these families later migrated to Afghanistan and
established themselves in the Kingdom
of Ghor. The most
renowned family of carpet weavers, the Halevis, settled in the town of Merv, where they began to
introduce patterns into their carpets.
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The ruins of the oasis-city of Merv (Mary)
in Turkmenistan
lie on the millenary Silk Route
in Central Asia and embody 4,000 years of
the history of human settlement in this desert region.
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This building at Merv is known as the
Great Kiz Kala. It was built in the 6th century, long before Sultan Sanjar
used it as his palace.
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The mandala in the centre was a trademark of
the master, Jacob Yahud Halevi ? the same Jacob who appears in history as the
teacher of Avicenna. Artisans also wandered (or flew) into Europe,
where their recipes were subsequently employed by a feminist secret society,
that of the witches.
Their persecution, meted out by the church,
was equally swift. Ben Sherira claims that the witches' trademark, the
broomstick, with its phallic symbolism, was developed because of their lack of
male company.
In Transoxiana, the flying carpet enjoyed a
brief renaissance before being erased forever by the Mongol hordes of Genghis
Khan.
Transoxiana (sometimes spelled Transoxania)
is the largely obsolete name used for the portion of Central
Asia corresponding approximately with modern-day Uzbekistan and
southwest Kazakhstan.
Geographically, it means the region between the Amu Darya
and Syr Darya rivers. When used in the
present, it usually implies that one is talking about that region in the time
prior to about the 8th century CE, although the term continued to remain in use
among western historians for several centuries later. The name is Latin and
means, 'beyond the Oxus
River.'
Two incidents are worthy of mention here. In
1213, Prince Behroz of the state of Khorasan in eastern Persia, took to
heart a young Jewess, Ashirah. Her father was an accomplished carpet-maker.
Behroz married Ashirah against the wishes of his family, and requested his
father-in-law to weave two dozen flying carpets using the best wool and the
best clay, specially wound on a bamboo frame to make them more robust.
Next he had forty-eight of his handpicked
archers trained by a Japanese master by the name of Ryu Taro Koike
(1153-1240?). When the archers were ready and the carpets delivered, he
assembled his men and gave each man his weapons: twenty steel-pointed arrows
tipped with rattlesnake venom, longbows made of layers of deodar and catgut,
and Armenian daggers.
Two men were assigned to each carpet: one
fore, one aft. Some carried fireballs. Behroz thus conceived four squadrons of
the first airborne cavalry of the world, which went into action when his father
waged a war against the neighboring Khwarzem Shah. The archers led the assault:
they attacked the castle, dived in and flew out, felled the defenders and threw
fireballs inside its compound, setting it ablaze.
The Toranian military brass were awed. They
sensed that the prince could become a threat to their oligarchy, and with his
father's consent, blinded him. The prince's wife, heavy with child, and her ailing
father were banished from the kingdom.
Around this time, the Abbasids no longer wielded
the same power as in the days of Harun ur
Rashid. Many local kings and emirs were taking matters into their own hands. As
the grip of the empire on its states weakened, a cult of the flying carpet
flourished. Young dissidents, political refugees, hermits and agnostics went
airborne for their escapades. Merchants also began to see the advantages of the
flying carpet.
The flying carpet was not only a much
speedier form of transport than the camel but also a safer one since bandits
would not waylay a flying trade caravan ? unless they themselves were on a
fleet of flying carpets. Artisans began to weave bigger carpets, but with more
people on board these became sluggish and lost height.
But there is one episode, witnessed by many
people on the ground, where a party of turbaned men flew from Samarkand to Isfahan at whirlwind speed. This incident is
corroborated in the facsimile of another rare text, produced in the seventeenth
century, in which one witness is quoted as saying 'We saw a strange whirling
disc in the sky, which flew over our village [Nishapur], trailing fire and
sulphur', and another: 'A band of djinn appeared over our caravan, heading
towards the Straits of Ormuz.'[sup5] (The thirteenth-century original of this
text is impossible to find.)
The next incident, before the terrible
invasion from the steppes, was the last straw in the ill-fated history of the
flying carpet. In 1223, a
dragoman of Georgia
arrived in Bukhara
with his harem to shop for Chinese silk. Ben Sherira's source, the guardian of
Minareh Kalyan, describes what eventuated:
On a pleasant evening, when the suk was
bustling with people, and the veiled ladies from Georgia had just disembarked
from their litters and were being escorted to the silk merchant, a madman
appeared from behind a dome and swooped down at them.
The flier was a giant of a man with a
magnificent black beard and long hair trailing in the wind behind him. He was
wearing a loincloth, his eyes were a luminous green, an eagle was flying by his
side, and he was laughing madly.
The women saw this apparition heading
towards them and froze with terror as he tore away his loincloth and started
urinating in their upturned faces. This man was the mathematician-royal of Samarkand, Karim Beg
Isfahani. Betrayed by his Georgian mistress, he had drunk a goblet of fermented
grapes and gone insane.
The incident caused pandemonium. A spear was
launched that caught him in the chest, and he fell, dead, into a palm tree. But
the outrage caused in Bukhara
was understandable.
Fearing another massacre, the artisans burnt
their laboratories, left their possessions, and fled in all directions. Ben
Sherira writes that on that fateful day they swore never again to weave
together a flying carpet.
The
story almost ends here. In 1226 Genghis Khan laid waste most of the cities in Central Asia. Their inhabitants were massacred; their
treasures plundered. The towers of skulls outside Herat, Balkh
and Bukhara ?
so vast that the whole countryside reeked with their stench ? included the
skulls of the artisans.
In their loot, the Mongols found flying
carpets. When a prisoner told them that these contraptions were more agile than
the steppes pony (a blasphemy to Mongol ears, if ever there was one), the great
Khan beheaded him and had his skull made into a drinking mug. He ordered all
flying carpets in his vast empire confiscated.
The
Natural Phenomena of AntiGravitation and Invisibility in Insects
due to the Grebennikov Cavity Structure Effect (CSE)
Introduction
by
Iu. N. Cherednichenko, Senior Researcher, Biophysics Laboratory, Institute of Human Pathology and Ecology, Russian Academy of Medical Science
Viktor Stepanovich Grebennikov is a
naturalist, a professional entomologist, an artist-simply put, an intellectual
with a wide range of interests and pursuits. He is known to many as the
discoverer of the Cavernous Structures Effect (CSE). But very few people are
familiar with his other discovery, one that also borrows from Nature and its
innermost secrets.
Back in 1988 he discovered anti-gravitational
effects of the chitin shell of certain insects. But the most impressive
concomitant phenomenon discovered at the same time was that of complete or
partial invisibility or of distorted perception of material objects entering
the zone of compensated gravity. Based on this discovery, the author used
bionic principles to design and build an anti-gravitational platform for
dirigible flights at the speed of up to 25 km/min. Since 1991-92 he has used
this device for fast transportation.
Bio-gravitational effects are a wide spectrum
of natural phenomena, apparently not confined to just a few species of insects.
There is much empirical data to support the possibility of a lowered weight or
complete levitation of material objects as a result of directed psycho-physical
human action (psychokinesis)-e. g. levitation of yogi practicing transcendental
meditation according to the Maharishi method. There are known cases of mediums
levitating during spiritistic sessions. However, it would be a mistake to think
that such abilities are only found in people who are gifted by nature.
I am convinced that these abilities are an
understudied biological regularity. As is known, human weight significantly
drops in the state of somnambulistic automatism (sleepwalking). During their
nocturnal journeys, 80-90 kg
sleepwalkers are able to tread on thin planks, or step on people sleeping next
to them without causing the latter any physical discomfort (other than fright).
Some clinical cases of non-spasmodic epileptic fits often result in a
short-term reversible transformation of personality (people in such state are
commonly referred to as "possessed"), whereby a skinny, exhausted
girl or a ten-year-old boy acquire the physical prowess of a trained athlete.
Currently this psychological phenomenon is
known as multiple-personality syndrome because it significantly differs from
the classical complex of epileptic symptoms. Such clinical cases are well-known
and well-documented. However, phenomena accompanied by a change in the weight
of humans or of material objects are not confined to functional pathologies of
the organism.
Healthy people in the state of acute
psychological stress caused by a life-threatening situation or an overpowering
motivation to achieve a vitally important goal have the ability to
spontaneously overcome obstacles insurmountable in their normal condition-e. g.
to lift enormous weights, etc. These phenomena are commonly explained by an
extreme mobilization of muscular strength, but precise calculations do not
agree with such hypotheses. Apparently, athletes (high jumpers, weightlifters,
runners) have particularly developed bio-antigravitational mechanisms.
Their athletic performance is mostly (if not
wholly) determined not so much by the rigor of their training as by their
psychological preparedness. If an accurate scientific task of studying the
anomalies of the human weight in various psycho-physiological states were ever
set up and technical means of dynamic weight monitoring created, we would then
have objective data on this unusual phenomenon. There is also evidence of other
phenomena of short-term mass increase in biological objects, including humans,
that are not related to mass transfer.
V. S. Grebennikov's book has high literary
merit and includes the author's own illustrations. It is a kind of a
"dactylogram" for his system of spiritual values, his environmental
outlook, and his entomological autobiography. Many readers are likely to
perceive the book as nothing more than a popularized summary of the
entomologist's 60-year experience of scientific observations, peppered with
some elements of science fiction. But such a conclusion would be deeply
erroneous. As Viktor Stepanovich's friend and as someone with an intimate
knowledge of his work (our homes are only 10km apart), I can vouch I have never
met a more careful, conscientious, honest, and talented experimental scientist.
Grebennikov is also widely known in the
so-called scientific underground (i. e. the branch of advanced Russian science
constantly persecuted by the official scientific establishment). Thus, a
committee for combating pseudoscience, created in Novosibirsk division of the Russian Academy,
has victimized many talented members of our local scientific community. The
situation is much the same at the Russian
Agricultural Academy.
It is very easy to lose one's job at a lab (even as its head, regardless of one's
degree and title). One only needs to publish an article on, for example, the
evolutionary significance of antigravitational mechanisms in insects.
But I am convinced that discoveries of such
proportions must not be buried in manuscripts just because pragmatism still
rules science. Let this book be nothing but "science fiction" for
those at the top. Each person has his own beliefs. But he who has eyes shall
see. Catastrophism in both the evolution of living nature and in the nature of
human knowledge is actually a drastic destruction of old belief systems-a
destruction that runs ahead of theoretical prognostications. A fanatical faith
and idol-worship links our contemporary academic science with pagan religion.
But a harmonious development (in the sense of Pavel Florensky's pneumatosphere)
would not be possible without breaking old stereotypes in the process of
mastering the wisdom and experience of older generations.
Flight - Chapter V of V. S. Grebennikov's My World
CHAPTER V. FLIGHT
A
quiet evening in the steppe. The sun's red disk has already touched the
faraway, misty horizon. It is too late to get back home-I've stayed too long
here with my insects and am preparing to spend the night in the field. Thank
goodness I still have water in the flask and some mosquito repellent-one needs
it here, what with hosts of gnats on the steep shore of this salty lake.
I am in the steppes, in Kamyshlovo valley. It
used to be a mighty tributary of the Irtysh,
but the ploughing of the steppes and deforestation turned the river into a
deep, broad gully with a string of salty lakes, like this one. There is no
wind. Pods of ducks gleam over the evening lake, sandpipers are also heard in
the distance.
The high, pearl-colored sky stretches over
the calming world of the steppe. How good it is to be out here, in the open
country!
I settle for the night on the
very edge of the steep, on a grassy glade. I spread out my coat, put my
backpack under the head, and before lying down, collect a few dry cakes of cow
manure, and light them up. The romantic, unforgettable smell of bluish smoke
slowly spreads across the dozing steppe. I lie down on my simple bed, stretch
my tired legs and anticipate yet another wonderful night in the country.
The blue smoke quietly takes me to the Land of Fairy Tales; sleep comes fast. I become
very small, the size of an ant, then enormous, like the sky, and am about to
fall asleep. But why is it that today these "pre-sleep
transformations" of my bodily dimensions are somewhat unusual, too strong?
A new sensation has mixed in-a sensation of falling, as though the high cliff
has been snatched away from under my body, and I am falling into an unknown,
terrible abyss!
Suddenly I see flashes. I open my eyes, but
they don't go away-they are dancing on the pearl-and-sliver evening sky and on
the grass. I get a strong, metallic taste in my mouth, as though I pressed my
tongue to the contact plates of a small electric battery. My ears start
ringing, I distinctly hear the double beats of my own heart.
How can one sleep when such things are going
on!
I sit up and try to drive away these
unpleasant sensations, but nothing comes out of my efforts. The only result is
that the flashes are no longer wide and blurred but sharp and clear, like
sparks or perhaps small chains; they make it hard to look around. Then I
remember: I had very similar sensations a few years ago in Lesochek, or to be
more precise, in the Enchanted Grove [the author is referring to localities of
an entomological preserve in Omsk Region].
I
have to get up and walk around the lakeshore. Does it feel like this everywhere
around here? No: here, a meter from the edge, I feel a clear effect of
"something", while ten meters further into the steppe the effect
clearly disappears.
It becomes a bit frightening: I am alone in
the deserted steppe, by the "Enchanted
Lake". I should
quickly pack up and clear out. But my curiosity takes over: what is this,
really? Could it be that the smell of lake water and slime is doing this to me?
I go down, under the steep and sit down by the water. The thick, sweetish smell
of sapropel-rotted remains of algae-is enveloping me like in a mud spa. I sit
there for five, ten minutes-no unpleasant sensations. It would be suitable to
sleep here, if it weren't so wet.
I climb the steppe-same old story! My head is
spinning, I again get that "galvanic", sour taste in the mouth and
feel as though my weight is changing-I am at one moment incredibly light, and
unbearably heavy at the next. I see flashes in my eyes. If it was indeed a
"bad spot", some nasty anomaly, then there would be no grass here,
and large bees would not be nesting in the loamy steppe.
Meanwhile,
their nests are all over it-in fact, I was trying to make my bed right above
their underground "bee city" in whose depths there is of course a
multitude of tunnels, chambers, lots of larvae, cocoons-all of them alive and
healthy. I understood nothing that time.
I got up with a headache even
before sunrise and, tired, hobbled off toward the road to get a hitch to
Isilkul.
That summer I visited the "Enchanted Lake" four more times, at various
times of day, and under various weather conditions. By the end of the summer my
bees got incredibly busy stuffing their holes with flower pollen-in a word,
they were feeling great. Which I wasn't: a meter from the edge of the
steppe, above their nests, I again had a set of most unpleasant sensations.
Five meters away, I had none... And there was the same old bewilderment: why,
why do these bees feel so good here that the entire steppe is dappled with
their holes like Swiss cheese, and in places, almost like a sponge?
The solution came many years later, when the
bee city in Kamyshlovo valley died: the tillage came to the very edge which
consequently fell off. Now instead of grass and bee holes, there is nothing
there but an atrocious heap of mud.
I only had a handful of old clay lumps-fragments
of those nests, with multiple chamber cells. The cells were side by side and
reminded of small thimbles, or little jugs with narrowing necks.
I already knew that these
bees were of the quadruple ring species-that was the number of light rings on
their elongated bellies. On my desk, packed with equipment, ant- and
grasshopper-houses, bottles with chemicals, and other stuff, I had a wide
receptacle filled with these spongy clay lumps. I was about to pick something
up and moved my hand over these porous fragments.
A
miracle happened: I suddenly felt warmth emanating from them. I touched the
lumps with my hand-they were cold, but above them I felt a clear thermal
sensation.
Besides, in my fingers I felt
some hitherto unknown jerks, some sort of "tick" as it were. And when
I pushed the bowl with the nests to the end of the desk and leaned over it, I
felt the same sensation as on the lake-my head was getting lighter and bigger,
the body was falling down, the eyes saw rapid flashes, and the mouth tasted an
electric battery. I was feeling slightly nauseous...
I put a sheet of cardboard on top of the
bowl-the sensation didn't change. A pot lid changed nothing either; it was as
if the "something" was cutting right through it. I had to study the
phenomenon at once. But what could I do at home, without the necessary physical
instruments? I got assistance from many research scientists of various
institutes of the Agricultural
Academy in Novosibirsk.
But alas, the
instruments-either thermometers, or ultrasound detectors, magnetometers and
electrometers-did not respond to them in the slightest.
We conducted a precise
chemical analysis of the clay-nothing special. The radiometer was also
silent... But ordinary human hands, and not just mine, distinctly felt either
warmth or a cold draft and a tingle, or sometimes a thicker, stickier
environment.
Some people's hands got
heavier, others felt theirs were pushed up; some people's fingers and arm
muscles got numb, they felt giddy and had profuse salivation.
Similar
phenomena could be observed in a bunch of paper tubes inhabited by leaf-cutting
bees. Each tunnel had a solid row of multi-layered cans of torn leaves, covered
with concave lids (also of leaves). Inside the cans there were silk, oval
cocoons with larvae and chrysalides.
I asked people who knew
nothing of my discovery to hold their hands or faces over the leaf-cutter
nests, and took a detailed record of the experiment. The results may be found
in my article "On the physical and biological properties of pollinator bee
nests" published in the Siberian Bulletin of Agricultural Science,
no.3, 1984.
The same article contains the formula of the
discovery-a brief physical description of this wonderful phenomenon. Based on
the structure of bee nests, I created a few dozen artificial honeycombs-of
plastic, paper, metal, and wood. It turned out that the cause of all those
unusual sensations was not a biological field, but the size, shape, number, and
the arrangement of caverns formed by any solid objects. And as before, the
organism felt it, while the instruments were silent.
I
called the discovery the Cavernous Structures Effect (CSE) and carried on with
my experiments. Nature continued to reveal its innermost secrets one after
another...
It turned out that the CSE
zone inhibits the growth of saprophytic soil bacteria, of yeast and other
cultures, as well as wheat grain germination. It also changes the behavior of
microscopic algea chlamydospores. Leaf-cutting bee larvae begin to
phosphoresce, while adult bees are much more active in this field and finish
pollination two weeks earlier.
It turned out that the CSE, like gravitation,
could not be shielded-it affected living organisms through walls, thick metal,
and other screens. It turned out that if a porous object were moved to another
spot, the human would feel the CSE not immediately but in a few seconds or
minutes, while the old spot would retain a "trace", or as I called
it, a "phantom" perceivable by the hand for hours, and sometimes for
months thereafter.
It turned out that the CSE
field did not decrease evenly with distance, but surrounded the honeycomb with
a system of invisible, yet sometimes clearly perceivable "shells".
It turned out that animals
(white mice) and humans entering the zone of the CSE (even a very strong one)
soon adapted to it. It couldn't be otherwise: we are everywhere surrounded by
caverns large and small: by grids, cells of living and dead plants (as well as
our own cells), by bubbles of foam-rubber, foam plastic, foam concrete, rooms,
corridors, halls, roofing, spaces between machine parts, trees, furniture,
buildings.
It turned out that the CSE
"ray" had a stronger impact on living organisms when it was directed
away from the sun, and also downwards, facing the Earth's center.
It turned out that
clocks-both mechanical and electronic-placed in a strong CSE field started
running inaccurately-Time must also have a part in it. All this was the
manifestation of the Will of Matter, constantly moving, transforming, and
eternally existing. It turned out that back in the 20s the French physicist
Louis des Broglie was awarded the Nobel Prize for his discovery of these waves,
and that the latter were used in electronic microscopes.
It turned out... well, many
other things transpired in my experiments and research, but they would lead us
into solid-state physics, quantum mechanics, elementary-particle physics, i. e
far away from the main characters of our narrative: insects...
Meanwhile, I did manage to
devise instruments for an objective registration of the CSE-instruments that
accurately reacted to the proximity of insect nests.
Here
they are in the drawing: sealed vessels with straws and burnt twigs-drawing
coals-suspended on spider web threads. There is some water at the bottom to
counter static electricity hindering experiments in dry air.
If you point an old wasp
nest, a bee honeycomb, a bunch of cereal ears to the upper end of the
indicator, it slowly moves a few dozen degrees...
There is no miracle here: the
energy of scintillating electrons of both multi-cavernous bodies creates a
total wave system in space, whereby a wave is energy capable of performing a
mutual repulsion of these objects-even through obstacles, such as a
thick-walled steel capsule (see photograph).
It is hard to imagine that its armor is
powerless to stop waves of a tiny, light wasp nest seen in the picture, and
that the indicator inside this heavy, solid capsule "runs
away"-sometimes as far as 180 degrees-from this long-vacant nest. Yet it
is so. Those who have doubts are invited to visit the Agroecology Museum
near Novosibirsk-you'll
see it for yourselves.
The same museum displays an
always-active honeycomb painkiller. It is a chair with an overhead cap that has
a few empty, but intact combs of the honeybee ("dry" honeycombs, in
the beekeeper vocab) in it. Anyone who sits in this chair will after a few
minutes almost certainly feel something (please write to me what exactly you feel,
I'll be grateful), while those with a headache will in just a few minutes say
goodbye to the pain-at least for a few hours. My painkillers are successfully
used in many parts of the country-I made no secret of my discovery.
The hand will clearly sense the emanation if
you take it from below, palm up, to the cap with bee honeycombs. The cap could
be made of cardboard, veneer, or better still, of tin plate with tightly sealed
seams.
Yet another gift from insects...
This was my reasoning at first: people have
been dealing with the honeybee for thousands of years, no one has ever
complained of anything unpleasant, except of course stings. I held a dry
honeycomb over my head-it was working!
I decided to use a set of six
frames. Such was the story of my rather simple discovery. An old wasp nest
works quite differently, even though the size and shape of its cells are very
close to those of bees.
The important difference was that the
honeycomb material, unlike that of wax, is more crumbly and micro-porous: it is
paper-like (by the way, it was wasps that invented paper, not people: they
scrape old wood fiber and mix it with their sticky saliva).
Walls of the wasp honeycomb
are much thinner than those of bees, the cell size and pattern are also
different, as is the outer shell, also made of multi-layered, loosely wrapped
paper. I had reports of a highly unpleasant effect of a few wasp nests in an
attic. And besides, most multi-cell devices and objects that will manifest CSE
in the first few minutes have a far from beneficial effect on humans. Honeybee
combs are a rare exception. And when in the 1960s we had bumblebees living in
our Isilkul apartment, I often observed the following.
A young bumblebee on its first trip away from
the hive did not take the trouble to remember the entrance and would spend
hours wandering around the windows of our house and of a similar-looking house
nearby. And in the evening, giving up on its poor visual memory, it would land
on the brick wall, precisely outside the hive and would try to break right
through it. How did the insect know that right there, four meters away from the
entrance, and a meter and a half below, behind the thick, half-meter wall was
its home nest? At the time I was lost in conjectures, but now I know exactly
why the bumblebee behaved like that. An amazing find, wouldn't you agree?
Now let us remember the experiment in which
hunter wasps returned not just to a given location, but to an entirely
different place where the lump of soil with their nest had been moved: no
doubt, they were able to find it because of a wave beacon created by the nest
cavern. And there was another mystery revealed to me by my insect friends. It
turned out that to attract their pollinators, flowers use not only color, odor,
and nectar, but also a similar wave beacon, powerful and unstoppable.
I
discovered it with a drawing coal-a burnt twig-by passing it over large,
bell-shaped flowers (tulips, lilies, amaryllises, mallows, pumpkins).
Already at a distance I could
feel a "braking", as it were, of this detector. Soon I was able to
find a flower in a dark room standing one or two meters away from it-but only
if it had not been moved, because a "false target" would be left in
its old place-the "residual phantom" I already mentioned.
I do not possess any
supersensory abilities, and any person after some training would be able to do
the same. Instead of coal one could use a 10-cm-long piece of a yellow sorghum
stem, or a short pencil whose rear end should be facing the flower.
Some people would be able to
feel the flower (a "warm", "cold", or "shivering"
sensation emanating from it) with their bare hands, tongues, or even faces. As
many experiments demonstrated, children and adolescents are particularly
sensitive to Waves of Matter.
As for bees that nest underground, their
"knowledge" of the CSE is vital for them first of all, because it
enables the builder of a new gallery to stay away from a neighboring nest.
Otherwise the entire bee-city cut through with intersecting holes would simply
collapse.
Secondly,
plant roots cannot be allowed to grow down into the galleries and honeycombs.
Thus roots stop a few centimeters away from the honeycomb, or else, feeling
that nests are near, they start growing aside.
The
latter conclusion was confirmed by my many experiments on sprouting wheat seeds
in a strong CSE field, as compared to seeds germinating in the same climatic
conditions but in the absence of the CSE.
Photographs and drawings show
both the dying of roots in the experimental batch and their sharp deviation in
a direction away from my "artificial honeycomb".
Thus bees and weeds back at the lake had long
ago made a pact-another example of the highest ecological expediency of all
Being. And in that same spot on the globe we see yet another example of people's
mercilessly ignorant attitude to Nature...
The bee-city is now gone;
every spring thick streams of fertile black earth soil run down, between filthy
heaps of trash, to the lifeless, salty puddles that not too long ago were a
string of lakes with countless flocks of sandpipers and ducks, white swans, and
hovering fish-hawks. And by the steppe thinned out by bee holes, one used to
hear the hum of hundreds of thousands of bees that for the first time led me
into the Unknown.
I must have tired the reader with all these
honeycombs of mine... A separate thick book would be required to describe all
my experiments. Therefore I will only mention one thing: my pocket,
battery-powered calculator often malfunctioned in the CSE field: it either
erred, or sometimes its display window would fail to light up for hours. I used
the field of a wasp nest combined with that of my two palms. None of these
structures had any effect in isolation.
I will also note that hands with their
tubular phalanxes, joints, ligaments, blood vessels, and nails are intensive
CSE emanators capable of giving a powerful push to the straw or coal indicator
of my little instrument from a couple of meters' distance. Practically anyone
could do it. This is why I am convinced that there are no people with
supersensory abilities, or rather that all the people have them... And the
number of those who from a distance can move light-weight objects on a table,
hold them suspended in the air or "magnetically" attached to the hand
is far greater than is usually thought. Try it yourself! I look forward to your
letters.
There once was an ancient folk game: one man
sits on a chair, and over his head, four of his friends "build" a
grid of horizontally stretched palms with slightly spread fingers-first right
hands, then left, with 2 cm
gaps between them. In 10-15 seconds, all four synchronously put their
pressed-together index and middle fingers under the armpits and under the knees
of the sitting man, and then they energetically toss him up in the air. The
time between "collapsing" the grid and tossing the man must not
exceed two seconds; the synchronicity is also very important. If everything is
done right, a 100-kilo man flies up almost to the ceiling, while the ones who
tossed him claim he was light as a feather.
A strict reader may ask me how it is
possible. Doesn't it all contradict laws of nature? And if so, am I not
propagating mysticism? Nothing of the sort! There is no mysticism, the thing is
simply that we, humans, still know little of the Universe which, as we see, not
always "accepts" our, all too human rules, assumptions, and orders...
Once it dawned on me: the results of my experiments with insect nests bear too
much similarity to the reports of people who happened to be in the vicinity of...
UFOs. Think and compare: temporary malfunctioning of electronic devices,
disrupted clocks-i. e., time, an invisible, resilient "obstacle", a
temporary drop in the weight of objects, the sensation of a drop in human
weight, phosphenes-moving, colored flashes in the eyes, a "galvanic"
taste in the mouth...
I am sure you have read about all this in UFO
journals. I am now telling you it can all be experienced in our Museum. Come
visit! Was I standing on the threshold of yet another mystery? Quite so. And
again I was helped by chance, or rather by my old insect friends. And again
there were sleepless nights, failures, doubts, breakdowns, even accidents...
And I had no one to turn to for advice-they would have just laughed, or
worse...
But I can say this, my reader: he is happy
who has a more or less adequate use of his eyes, head, and hands-skillful hands
are particularly important!-and trust me, the joy of creative work, even of
work that ends in failure, is far higher and brighter than earning any
diplomas, medals, or patents.
Flying an Anti-gravitational Platform
(excerpts from a diary)
Judge it for yourself from my
diary excerpts-obviously simplified and adapted for this book. Pictures and
drawings will help you to evaluate my story... A hot summer day. Far-away
expanses drown in a bluish-lilac haze; the sky's gigantic cupola with fluffy
clouds stretches above the fields and coppices. I am flying about 300 meters above ground,
with a distant lake-a light, elongated spot in the haze-as my reference point.
Blue,
intricate tree contours slowly recede; between them, there are fields. Those,
bluish-green ones are fields of oats; the whitish rectangles with a strange,
rhythmic twinkling are those of buckwheat. Straight ahead of me is a field of
alfalfa-its green color is familiar, it resembles the oil paint "cobalt
medium-green". Green oceans of wheat on the right are of a denser shade
and resemble the "chrome oxide" paint. An enormous, multi-colored
palette floats further and further backwards.
Footpaths meander between fields and
coppices. They join gravel roads which it turn stretch further out, toward the
highway, still invisible from here for the haze, but I know that if I flew on
the right side of the lake, I would see it-a smooth, gray strip without a
beginning or an end, on which cars-small boxes-are slowly crawling.
Isometric, flat shadows of
cumulus clouds are picturesquely spread around the sunny forest-steppe. They
are deep-blue where they cover coppices, and are various shades of light blue
over fields. Now I am in the shadow of one such cloud: I accelerate-it's quite
easy for me to do that-and leave the shadow.
I lean forward slightly and
feel a warm, taut wind coming far down below, from the sun-warmed ground and
plants. It comes not from the side, as on the ground, but strangely from the
surface up. I physically feel a thick, dense current with a strong odor of
blooming buckwheat. Of course this jet can easily lift up even a large bird-an
eagle, a stork, or a crane-if it freezes its spread wings. But I have no wings
and am suspended in the air not by the upward jet.
In
my flight I am supported by a flat, rectangular little platform, slightly
bigger than the seat of a chair, with a pole and two handles to which I hold on
and with whose help I navigate the device. Is this science fiction? I wouldn't
say so...
In a word, the interrupted manuscript of this
book was abandoned for two years because generous, ancient Nature, again through
my insect friends had given me another Something-and it did so, as usual,
elegantly and inconspicuously, yet swiftly and convincingly. And for two years
the Discovery did not let me go, even though it seemed to me I was mastering it
at a break-neck speed.
(Note: Grebennikov would have
been approximately 62-63 years of age in 1990-1992)
But it always happens this way: when your
work is new and interesting, time flies twice as fast. A light spot of a steppe
lake is already much closer. Beyond it, the highway is visible with already
distinctly discernable boxes of cars. The highway is about 8km away from the
railway that runs parallel to it, and if I look closer, I can see the poles of
the power line and the light-colored embankment of the railway. It is time to
turn some 20 degrees to the left.
I am not seen from the ground, and not just
because of the distance: even in a very low flight I cast almost no shadow.
Yet, as I found out later, people sometimes see something where I am in the
sky-either a light sphere, a disk, or something like a slanted cloud with sharp
edges that moves, according to them, not exactly the way a cloud would.
One
person observed a "flat, non-transparent square, about one hectare in
size"-could it have been the optically enlarged little platform of my
device?
Most people see nothing at
all, and I am for the moment pleased with it-I can't be too careful! Besides, I
still haven't determined what my visibility or invisibility depends on.
Therefore I confess that I
consciously avoid people in my flight and for that purpose bypass cities and
towns, and even cross roads and footpaths at high speed, after making sure
there is no one on them.
In these excursions-no doubt,
fictional for the reader, but for me already almost casual-I trust only my
insect friends depicted on these pages.
The first practical use of my
discovery was-and still is-entomological: to examine my secret places, to take
a picture of them from above, to find new, still unexamined Insect Lands in
need of protection and rescue. Alas, Nature established its own, strict
limitations on my work: just as on a passenger plane, I could see but couldn't
photograph.
My camera shutter wouldn't
close, and both rolls of films I had taken with me-one in the camera, the other
in my pocket-got light-struck. I didn't succeed in sketching the landscape
either; as both my hands were almost always busy, I could only free one hand
for a couple of seconds. Thus I could only draw from memory. I managed to do
that only immediately after landing-though I am an artist, my visual memory is
not that great.
In my flight I did not feel the same way we
do when we fly in our sleep.
It was with flying in my
sleep that I started this book a while ago. And flying is not so much pleasure
as it is work, sometimes very hard and dangerous. One has to stand, not hover,
the hands are always busy, and a few centimeters away there is a border
separating "this" space from "that", on the outside.
The border is invisible but
very treacherous. My contraption is still rather clumsy and resembles
perhaps... hospital scales. But this is only the beginning!
By the way, besides the
camera, I sometimes had trouble with my watch and possibly, with the calendar
too: descending on a familiar glade, I would occasionally find it slightly
"out of season", with a two-week deviation, and I had nothing to
check it against.
Thus it is possible to fly not just in space
but also-or so it seems-in time as well. I cannot make the latter claim with a
100% guarantee, except perhaps that in flight, particularly at its beginning, a
watch runs too slow and then too fast, but at the end of the excursion starts
running accurately again.
This is why I stay away from
people during my journeys: if time is involved alongside gravitation, I might perhaps
accidentally disrupt cause-and-effect relations and someone might get hurt.
This
is where my fears were coming from: insects captured "there"
disappear from test tubes, boxes, and other receptacles.
They disappear mostly without
a trace. Once a test tube in my pocket was crushed to tiny bits, another time
there was an oval hole in the glass, with brown, as though "chitin"
edges-you can see it in the picture.
Many times I felt a kind of
burning or an electric shock inside my pocket-perhaps at the moment of my
prisoner's "disappearance".
Only once did I find a captured insect in the
test tube, but it wasn't the adult ichneumon with white rings on its feelers,
but its... chrysalis, i. e. its earlier stage. It was alive-it moved its belly
when touched. Much to my dismay, it died a week later.
It is best to fly on clear summer days.
Flying is much more difficult when it rains, and almost impossible in
winter-not because of the cold. I could have adapted my device accordingly, but
since I am an entomologist, I simply do not need winter flights.
How and why did I come to this discovery? In
the summer of 1988, as I was examining under a microscope the chitin shells of
insects, their pinnate (feathery) feelers, and the thinnest structure of
butterflies' wings, I got interested in an amazingly rhythmical microstructure
of one large insect detail.
It was an extremely well-ordered composition,
as though pressed on a complex machine according to special blueprints and
calculations. As I saw it, the intricate sponginess was clearly not necessary
either for the durability of the detail, or for its decoration. I had never
observed anything like this unusual micro-ornament either in nature, in
technology, or in art.
Because its structure is
three-dimensional, so far I have been unable to capture it in a drawing, or a
photograph. Why does an insect need it? Besides, other than in flight, this
structure at the bottom of the wing case is always hidden from the eye-no one
would ever see it properly. Was it perhaps the wave beacon with "my"
multiple cavernous structures effect? That truly lucky summer there were very
many insects of this species, and I would capture them at night: neither
before, nor after was I able to observe these insects.
I put the small, concave chitin plate on the
microscope shelf in order again to examine under strong magnification its
strangely star-shaped cells. I again admired this masterpiece of nature, and
almost purposelessly placed it on top of another, identical plate that had the
same unusual cells on one of its sides.
But no!-the detail broke loose from my
tweezers; for a few seconds it hung suspended above the other plate on the
microscope shelf, turned a few degrees clockwise, slid to the right, turned
counterclockwise, swung, and only then abruptly fell on the desk.
You can imagine what I felt at that moment...
When I came to my senses, I tied a few panels with a wire-it wasn't an easy
thing to do, and I only succeeded when I positioned them vertically. What I got
was a multi-layered chitin block. I put it on the desk.
Even a relatively large
object-such as a paper tack-could not fall on it-something pushed it up and
aside. When I attached the tack on top of the "block", I witnessed
such incredible, impossible things (for example, the tack for a few moments was
lost from sight) that I realized it was no beacon, but something else entirely.
And again I got so excited that all the
objects around me became foggy and shaky. It was with a huge effort that I
managed to pull myself together in a couple of hours and continue working.
So, this is how it started.
Of course, much still remains to be understood, verified, and tested. I will
certainly tell my readers about the finer details of my machine, about its
propulsion principles, about distances, heights, speeds, equipment, and all the
rest-but in my next book.
...I conducted my first, very unsuccessful
and highly dangerous flight on the night of March 17, 1990. I didn't have the patience to
wait till the warm season and neglected to go to a deserted area. I already
knew that night was the most dangerous time for this kind of work.
I had bad luck from the very
beginning: the panel blocks of the right part of the bearing platform
periodically got stuck. I should have fixed the problem immediately, but
neglected to do so. I took off right in the middle of the Agricultural Academy
campus, erroneously assuming that at 1
AM everyone was asleep, and nobody would see me.
The lift-off went well, but
in a few seconds, when the lit windows of buildings sank beneath me, I felt
dizzy. I should have landed right then but remained airborne, which was wrong
because a powerful force snatched away my control over the movement and weight,
and it pulled me in the direction of the city.
Drawn by this unexpected, uncontrollable
power, I crossed the second circle of nine-story buildings in the city's
residential area (they are laid out in two huge circles with five-story
buildings, including ours, inside them), then I crossed a snow-covered, narrow
field, and the Academy City highway... The dark immensity of Novosibirsk was closing in upon me, and it
was closing in fast. I was already near a bunch of tall factory chimneys many
of which fumed thick smoke-night shift was on. I had to do something quickly.
I got on top of the situation only with a
great effort. Finally I managed to conduct an emergency adjustment of the panel
blocks. My horizontal movement slowed down, but then I again felt sick.
Only at fourth try did I
succeed in stopping the horizontal movement, at which point my platform was
hanging over Zatulinka, the city's industrial district. The sinister chimneys
silently continued to fume right underneath me.
I rested for a few minutes-if
one could call hanging over a lighted factory fence rest-and after I made sure
the "evil power" has passed, I glided back-yet not in the direction
of our Agricultural Academy campus but to the right from it, toward the
airport. I did this to foul the trail, in case someone had seen me.
Only about halfway to the airport, over some
dark, night fields where there was clearly no one around, I abruptly turned
home... Next day I naturally couldn't get out of bed.
News on TV and in newspapers
was more than alarming. Headlines, such as "UFO over Zatulinka" and
"Aliens again?" meant that my flight had been detected. But how! Some
perceived the "phenomenon" as glowing spheres or disks-many actually
saw not one sphere but two! Others claimed they had seen a "real
saucer" with windows and rays.
I am not discounting the possibility that some
Zatulino residents saw not my near-emergency evolutions, but something else
entirely that had nothing to do with those. Besides, March of 1990 was
particularly rich in UFO sightings in Siberia, near Nalchik, and especially in
Belgium where, according to Pravda, on March 31 the engineer Marcel
Alferlane took a two-minute film of the flight of a huge triangular craft
which, according to Belgian scientists, were none other than "material
objects with a capacity no civilization can currently create."
Is it really so? As for me, I would suggest
that the gravitational filter platforms (or as I call them, panel blocks) of
these machines were in fact small, triangular, and made here on Earth-but with
more sophistication than my half-wooden contraption.
I
too wanted to make the platform triangular-it is much safer and more efficient
that way-but I chose a rectangular design because it is easier to fold, and
when folded, it resembles a suitcase, a painter's case, or a briefcase that can
be thus disguised so as not to arouse suspicion. I, naturally, disguised it as
a painter's case.
I had nothing to do with the sightings in Nalchik or Belgium.
Besides, as it may appear, I am very impractical in the use of my discovery-I
only fly to my entomological preserves. These are far more important to me than
any technological finds.
At the moment, I have eleven
such preserves: eight in Omsk
region, one in Voronezh
region, and one near Novosibirsk.
There used to be six of them in Novosibirsk
region, all of them created, or rather salvaged by me and my family, but they
don't like them here. Neither the Agricultural
Academy (still more
obsessed with "chemistry" than with anything else), nor the
Environmental Protection Committee were willing to help me salvage these little
preserves from evil, ignorant people.
Thus I am continuing my journey westward
under the magnificent, fluffy clouds at noon.
The blue shadows of the clouds, the intricately shaped coppices, and the
multicolored rectangles of fields float backwards below me.
The speed of my flight is quite high, but
there is no wind in my ears-the platform's force field has "carved
out" from space an upward-diverging, invisible column that cuts the
platform off the earth's gravitational pull. But it left me and the air inside
the column intact. I think that all this, as it were, parts space in flight,
and then closes it behind me.
This must be the reason for the invisibility,
or the distorted visibility, of the device and its "rider"-as was the
case with my flight over Novosibirsk's
Zatulinka suburb.
But the protection from gravity is regulated,
even though it is incomplete: if you move your head forward, you already feel
the turbulence of the wind that clearly smells either of sweet clover, of
buckwheat, or of the colored weeds of Siberian meadows.
I leave Isilkul with its huge grain elevator
on my right and gradually begin to descend over the highway, making sure that I
am invisible to drivers, passengers, and people working in the field.
My platform and I cast no
shadow (although the shadow occasionally appears): I see three kids on the edge
of a forest, go down, drop my speed, and fly right near them. They show no
reaction, which means that everything is fine-neither I, nor my shadow are
visible. Or heard: the propulsion principle of my device is such that the
platform makes no sound whatsoever, because there is practically no air
friction.
My journey was long-at least
forty minutes from Novosibirsk.
My hands are tired as I can't take them off the controls, so are my legs and body-I
have to stand up straight, tied to the vertical pole with a belt. And even
though I can travel faster, I am still afraid to do so-my hand-made machine is
still too small and fragile.
I again go up and ahead, and soon I see the
familiar landmarks-a road intersection, a passenger terminal on the right side
of the highway. Another five kilometers, and finally I see orange columns of
the Preserve fence. The Preserve is this year-come to think of it-twenty years
old! How many times I saved this child of mine from trouble and bureaucrats,
from chemicals-loaded aircraft, from fires, and many other evil deeds. And the Land of Insects is alive and well!
Descending and braking, which is done by
cross-shifting filter blinds under the platform board, I already see the
thicket of carrot weed, make out the light heads of their flowers resembling
azure balls-they are of course covered with insects, and an incredible joy
comes over me, taking away my fatigue, for it was I who saved this piece of
Earth, even if a small one, less than seven hectares.
Already for twenty years no
one has driven here, no one has cut the grass, tended cattle, and the soil has
risen in places to fourteen centimeters high. Not only several locally extinct
species of insects have returned, but also such weeds as feather grass of rare
varieties, purple Scorzonera whose large flowers in the morning smell of
chocolate, and many other plants. I feel the thick smell of cuckoo flower-only
this Middle Glade smells like that, it is right behind the fence of the
preserve, and fills me with yet again with the joyful anticipation of another
encounter with the World of Insects.
Here they are, I can see them
very well even from ten meters above the ground on the wide umbrellas and azure
balls of angelica and carrot plants: dark orange butterflies sit on them in
groups; heavy hornets bow the white and yellow inflorescences of lady's
bedstraws; ginger and blue dragonflies with trembling wide wings and a fine
network of veins hover next to my head. I slow down even more, and see a sudden
flash below: my shadow, hitherto invisible, has finally appeared and now slowly
glides along weeds and bushes.
But I am already safe-there
is not a soul around, and the highway three hundred meters north of the
preserve is now empty. I can land. The stems of the tallest weeds rustle
against the bottom of my "podium"-the platform with the panel blocks.
But before putting it down on a little bump,
I, in a fit of joy, again spread the blinds with my control handle, and
vertically go up. The landscape below quickly shrinks, shrivels as it were: the
shrubs of the preserve, its edges and fences, all the surrounding coppices and
fields. The horizon begins to curve on all sides in a huge groove, opening up
the railroad that runs two kilometers on the left, then a village on the
right-it twinkles with its light slate roofs.
Further on the right is Roslavka, the central
estate of Lesnoy State Farm-it already looks like a small
city. Left from the railroad are cow farms of Lesnoy's Komsomolsk branch; they are surrounded by a
yellow ring of straw and dry, foot-worn manure. In the far west, where the
smooth curve of the railroad disappears (this is actually confusing: the
railway is straight as an arrow), there are small houses and the neat white
cube of the Yunino railroad terminal, six km away. Beyond Yunino, there are
limitless expanses of Kazakhstan
drowning in the hot, bluish haze.
And finally here it is, below me-Isilkulia,
the land of my youth; it's very different from how it appears on maps and plans
with their inscriptions and signs. It is vast, limitless, alive, interspersed with
dark, intricate islands of coppices, cloudy shadows, light, clear spots of
lakes.
The huge disk of the Earth
with all this for some reason appears more and more concave-I still haven't
discovered the reason for this already familiar illusion. I go up higher, the
rare, white cloud masses sink lower, and the sky is darker than below-it is
dark blue. The fields visible between the clouds are already covered with a
thickening blue haze, and it is more and more difficult to make them out. Too
bad I can't take my four-year-old grandson Andrei with me; the platform could
easily lift us both. Yet one can't be too careful...
... Goodness, what am I doing? I cast a
shadow back on the Glade, didn't I? This means I can be seen by thousands, as
on that memorable night in March. It is day now, and I may again appear as a
disk, square, or worse, my own person... There is also a cargo plane, still
soundless, coming straight at me, quickly growing in size; I already see the
cold shimmer of its body and the pulsation of its unnaturally red blinker.
Down, quick! I brake
abruptly, make a turn; the sun is at my back; my shadow should be across from
me, on the gigantic, convex wall of a white cloud. But there is none, only a
multicolored glory, an iridescent, bright ring familiar to all pilots has
brushed the cloud ahead of me.
I sigh with relief-this means nobody saw
either me, or my "double" in the guise of a triangle, square, or a
"banal" saucer... A thought occurs to me (I must say that despite the
desperate technical and physical inconvenience, imagination works much better
and faster in a "falling" flight): what if I am not the only one out
of five billion people to have made my discovery; what if flying devices based
on the same principle-both home-made and professional-have long been
constructed and tested?
But all screening platforms have the same
quality: sometimes they become visible to other people; pilots too are
"transformed"-they are seen as "humanoids" in silver
costumes, either short and green, or flat as if made of cardboard (Voronezh,
1989), etc. Thus it may very well be that these are not alien UFO crewmen, but
"temporarily deformed"-of course to outside observers-earthly pilots
and builders of little platforms, such as mine, who have made their inventions
reliable.
My advice to those who in their study of
insects comes across the same phenomenon and begin making and testing a
"gravitoplane" (by the way, I am convinced that one can't make the
discovery without insects) is this: to fly only on fine summer days, to avoid
working in thunderstorms or rain, not to get too far or too high, not take a
thing with you from the landing area, to make all assembly units maximally
strong, and to avoid testing the device in the vicinity of any power lines,
towns (let alone cities), transport, or people.
The best site for testing is
a distant forest glade, as far away from human habitation as possible;
otherwise a phenomenon known as poltergeist could occur in the radius of a few
dozen meters-"unexplained" movements of household objects, switching
off, or on, of household electric appliances, and even fires.
I myself have no explanation for all this,
but it seems that these phenomena are the consequence of temporal disruptions,
a complicated and treacherous thing. Not a single, even tiniest fragment or
particle should be dropped either during the flight, or in the landing area.
Let us remember the
Dalnegorsk phenomenon of January 29, 1986-apparently a tragic one for the
inventors, when the entire device was blown apart and scattered on a vast area,
and only small shreds of filter cells were found, impossible to analyze
chemically (as it should be!).
Remember, I wrote that
insects taken "there" and moved "here" in a test tube
disappeared, and a hole was formed in the tube, if it remained intact.
It turns out these holes resembled those in
window glass; the latter sometimes appear in residential and office buildings,
occasionally in "bursts" in the windows of several rooms and floors.
A hole is 3-5 mm
on the outside, widening in a cone to he inside, with exit diameter of 6-15 mm. Some holes are melted
or colored in brown on edges-just as it happened in the case of my insect in a
test tube.
It seems that this type of poltergeist is
caused not, as I used to believe, by short-lived microplasmoids of a tiny ball
lightening type, but by particles and specks carelessly dropped while testing a
device similar to mine. The photographs of window holes on these pages are
documentary and made by me at the scientific center of the Agricultural Academy
near Novosibirsk.
I can show them to anyone who wants to see them. These holes appeared during
1975-1990, but none of them, except perhaps the very last one, are related to
my flights.
I am certain that part of UFO descriptions
are actually those of platforms, panel blocks and other large parts of devices
deliberately or accidentally taken out of the active field by their designers
and makers. These fragments are capable of causing much trouble to others, or
at best, to generate a series of improbable tales and stories in papers and
magazines, often accompanied by "scientific" commentary...
Why am I not disclosing the particulars of my
discovery at this time? Firstly, because one needs time and energy for proving
the truth. I have neither. I know how daunting this task is from my own bitter
experience of trying to get recognition for my previous discoveries, including
such an obvious one as the Cavernous Structures Effect of whose reality you, my
readers, I am sure, are by now convinced.
This was the result of my
protracted, painstaking efforts to get the CSE scientifically recognized:
"Any further
correspondence with you on the subject of your patent application is
counterproductive."
I know personally some of the
High Priests of Science, and I am certain that were I ever to get an audience
with one such person (which is now practically impossible), were I ever to;
- open
my painter's case,
- attach
the pole,
- turn
the handle,
- and
soar to the ceiling,
he wouldn't be a bit
impressed-or worse still, would order the trickster out of the office. I look
forward to times when young people will replace these "priests".
The second reason for my
"non-disclosure" is more objective. I found these antigravitational
structures only in one species of Siberian insects. I am not even naming the
class to which this insect belongs-it seems to be on the verge of extinction,
and the population surge I registered back then was possibly local and final.
Thus, if I were to name the
genus and the species, what is the guarantee that dishonest people, half-way
competent in biology, would not rush out to ravines, meadows, and forests to
catch perhaps the very last samples of this Miracle of Nature?
What are the guarantees that
they would not plough up hundreds of glades, cut down dozens of forests to get
to this potentially lucrative prey? Therefore, let all I have related in this
chapter and in the addendum remain science fiction; may Nature herself never
reveal this secret to them-it would take a lot of effort, and they would never
be able to get it by force as there are still several million insect species
living on the planet.
Spend at least an hour on the
morphological study of each of them, then calculate the odds of encountering
the Unusual, and I will sincerely wish you diligence and a very long life, for
even if you took no days off, working eight hours a day, you would need a
thousand years of life.
I hope I will be understood and forgiven by
those of my readers who wanted immediate information about my discovery not for
selfish ends, but simply out of curiosity. Indeed, what would you do in my
place if you were to act in the best interests of Living Nature?
Besides, I can see that
similar inventions have been made by other people who are also in no rush to
take their discoveries to bureaucrats' offices, preferring to fly across night
skies in the guise of strange disks, triangles, or squares with chatoyant
(iridescent) glimmer.
Falling down, or rather sinking down, I
orient myself, look to see if there is anyone around. I brake abruptly about
forty meters from the ground, and land safely where I always do-on a tiny glade
in the Big Forest of the preserve. You won't find
it on a map, and if you get there, you won't be able to find it either.
Don't judge me for the fact
that the branches of several aspens there are cut or sliced "by
lightening": The strictly vertical take-off and landing are very
difficult, and the initial trajectory is for the most part slanted,
particularly at take-off, when the platform is for some reason carried off away
from the sun, and sometimes the other way around.
I loosen the screws on the control pole, then
shorten it like an antenna of a portable radio, and remove it from the platform
which I fold in half. Now it looks like a painter's case, a box for paints, if
only a bit thicker. I put the case, some food, and a few tools for repairing
the fence in my backpack and make my way for the Middle Glade between aspens
and short dog-rose bushes. Even before I leave the forest, I see a good omen-a
family of fire-red toadstools that have lined up on the forest bedding in a
wide curve, or, as it used to be called in folklore, a "witch's
ring".
Why "witch's"? And in general, why
does one have to break, knock off, trample this beautiful mushroom of Siberian
forests? I often asked mushroom-pickers why they do it. The answer was,
"because it's inedible!" But turf, clay, twigs, tree stumps, and
stones are inedible too.
If there were rocks lying in
the forest instead of mushrooms, no one would be knocking them off. It seems
that inedible mushrooms are knocked off because they are alive; they are
knocked off only in order to kill them! What is this then?
Do people really have this in
their blood-to knock off a mushroom, to crush a bug, to shoot a bird, a hare,
or a bison? And is this not where boorishness, sadism, pogroms, and wars
originate? One really wants not to believe it, but I put myself in the shoes of
an alien: I come to Earth to visit humans and see them knock off mushrooms,
crush insects, shoot birds and each other.
What would I do? I would
immediately turn my spacecraft around and go back. I wouldn't return for at
least 500 earth years... What would you do, my reader, if you were an alien?
It's a good thing at least that this little
family of toadstools is hidden from evil eyes and cruel feet. Every summer it
gives me joy to see its special life, its cinnabar-red, moist caps with large,
whitish scales. But here is the Glade. I step on it, as usual, with my heart
sinking with a constant longing for this dear, faraway nature of Isilkul, with
a fear that some "master" might decide to plough it up, and with a
joy that it is still unploughed, uncut, and untrampled...
And it really means nothing
that in my backpack I have a folded, i. e. neutralized platform with
gravitational, micro-cellular filter blocks, and between them, a folded pole
with field regulators and a belt with which I fasten myself to the pole.
What difference does it make that I got about
fifty years ahead of contemporary science with my discovery? People are still
going to master this and many other mysteries of Matter, Space, Gravitation,
and Time.
But no supercivilization on any planet of any
Supergalaxy is going to re-create this very Glade with its complex, fragile,
trembling Life, with its lady's bedstraws, meadow sweets, and feather-grass...
Where else, in what corner of
the Universe are you going to find a match for this lilac-blue bellflower in
whose semi-transparent entrails two flower flies are doing their love dance? On
what other planet would a nearly tame blue butterfly land on your outstretched
hand to have a taste of something salty-sausage, cheese, or a pickle? Or else,
just to walk up and down your palm, opening and closing its gray wings on whose
backside there is a fine ornament of round eye-shaped spots?
...It hasn't been too long since we, humans,
started flying-first air balloons, then airplanes, and now powerful rockets
that we send to other heavenly bodies. What next? Next we are going to fly to
other stars at a speed close to that of light; but even the closest galaxy
would still be out of reach.
Yet Humankind-if it earns the
name of Intelligent-will solve many riddles of the Universe and will then
overcome that hurdle too. Then any worlds of the Universe will become
accessible, close-even if they are trillions of light years away. It'll happen,
for it is all a matter of Reason, Science, and technology. But of nothing else.
Only this Glade may disappear if I-and there is no one else to rely on-am not
going to preserve it for my close and distant descendants.
So what is more valuable to Humanity at this
time-the insect preserve or the home-made device capable of developing the
zenithal pull of at least 100
kg and the horizontal speed of 30-40 km/min? I am asking
you, my reader. But think hard before you give a serious, responsible
answer.
Look
at these pictures. This is my rather simple device in assembly. A flexible
cable inside a steering column trasmits movement from the left handle to the
gravitational blinds.
By joining or parting these
"wing cases", I lift off or land. Once I lost the left handle in a
free-falling descent and would have been in a better world if the platform
hadn't dug out a rather deep well in the tillage-first a vertical one, then a horizontal,
facing away from the sun.
Thus I not only survived, but
also felt almost no impact-just darkness. I extracted myself and my fairly
badly damaged device from this well-but not without efforts as the
"well" had no slag heaps!
I had to use all my ingenuity to disguise it.
If seen from the road, it would have caused much speculation, and may even have
led some over-zealous investigators to the culprit. Similar wells-also with a
side-tunnel and without slag heaps-were suddenly formed on October 24, 1989 in the fields of
Khvorostyansk District of Samara Region. Komsomol'skaya pravda described
it in detail on December 6 of the same year. It seems I am not alone. And quite
likely am "inventing a bicycle". Well, actually the top part of my
device looks very much like one: the right handle is used for horizontal,
onward march achieved, also via a cable, by the incline of both groups of
"wing case" blinds. I never fly faster than 25 km/min, preferring to
go ten times slower.
...I don't know whether I have persuaded you,
my reader, that similar devices will soon be available to practically everyone,
while Living Nature which humans cannot survive without won't be available to
anyone if we don't save it.
But I don't want to seem entirely greedy and
will give researchers another Patent of Nature, one also related to Movement
and Gravitation. Physicists say that an unsupported mover is impossible. In
other words, a device completely isolated from the environment won't fly or
drive-a car won't go without outer wheels, a plane won't fly with a covered
propeller or engine, neither will a rocket with stopped nozzles. Baron
Münchhausen who managed to pull himself up by the hair from a mire is the only
exception.
It happened near Novosibirsk in 1981 when we were studying the
entomo-fauna of alfalfa-its pollinators and pests. Walking along the field, I
was "mowing" alfalfa with an insect net and was then moving its
contents-insects, leaves and flowers-into a glass jar. Such is the cruel method
of studying the insect make-up of fields, no better one has been invented.
Alas, such was the work with which I earned my living at the Institute of Agricultural
Chemistry. I was about to throw a piece of
ethered cotton wool into the jar and then cap it, when a light little cocoon
jumped up at me.
It was oval-shaped, rather dense and
non-transparent. One of the "prisoners" of the jar must have pushed
it-cocoons can't jump on their own! But the cocoon proved me wrong: it jumped
up one more time, hit the glass wall, and fell down. I took it out and put it
in a separate test tube. At home I looked at it through a binocular
microscope-nothing special, a cocoon like any other, about 3 mm long, 1.5 mm wide. Its walls felt
strong to the touch-as they should. The cocoon energetically jumped when lit-or
warmed?-by the sun; it was quiet in the dark. It could jump 30mm longwise and,
what was even more remarkable, up to 50mm high. As far as I could tell, it flew
smoothly, almost without tumbling. No doubt, the larva of the insect was
responsible for the movement. But it was impossible to see how it was
happening.
Jumping ahead, I can tell you that the cocoon
finally produced a male insect of the ichneumon family, the Batiplectes
anurus species. It is beneficial for agriculture because its larvae
parasitize the weevil, a pest of alfalfa.
The flying cocoon was finally to land in a
cool place-for example, a crack in the ground. It must have found myself in my
net during its strange journey, i. e. at the moment of its jump. It all
resembled poltergeist-unexplained "jumps" of household objects, many
times described in papers. I would put it on glass and look at it from below:
could it be that the larva draws in its bottom and then abruptly releases it?
Nothing of the kind-there were no dents at any point, and the cocoon jumped no
matter how I rolled it. It was also remarkable that from horizontal, slippery
glass it jumped sideways.
I measured its trajectories: they were up to 35 cm long and up to 50 mm high, that is, the
cocoon lifted itself up to a height 30 times its own width! Shall I leave this
capsule without support? But how? With a piece of loose cotton wool! I loosen a
piece of cotton wool by pulling it a little, place the cocoon on this
"cloud", put it out in the sun and impatiently wait. If the cocoon's
inhabitant jumps by hitting the lower wall, making the cocoon to bounce off its
support, this time it won't work because the impact will be absorbed by the
thin, paddy fibrils of the cotton wool. Theoretically, the cocoon shouldn't
even move. But no: it takes off from its motionless pad-up and aside, as it did
before.
I measure the broad jump: 42 mm, i. e. as before. The
insect must have been hitting not the bottom, but the top part of the cocoon-at
any rate, it must have been doing something that caused the capsule to move.
Frankly speaking, it is as I
write these notes that I feel agitation; back then, in 1981, I found nothing
supernatural in the jumps of my prisoner. This was because I knew that,
according to physics, there are and there can be no unsupported movers.
Otherwise I would have bred a couple of hundred of those insects-thankfully,
they were quite common-and would have studied the phenomenon thoroughly.
Now let us fantasize a
little: what if the batiplectes wanted to leave the Earth? An adult, winged
insect would have no luck-our atmosphere is quite rarefied at the top, wings
are no match for it. A larva in a cocoon is an entirely different matter. It
could, in theory, after lifting its capsule 5 cm in a jump, take it up
even further while in the air, then again and again...
And if the cocoon were
airtight-I mean the air reserve for the pilot's breathing-then the device would
be able to leave the atmosphere and would have no obstacles to a limitless
build-up of speed. Such is the alluring, incredible value of unsupported
movers, declared, alas, a product of empty fantasy. But even if you are no
physicist, you still have a hard time imagining what a tiny larva does in there
if its vessel soars 5 cm
high. It simply can't be-and yet it jumps!
Physicists say that this is "beyond
science" as it "contradicts the laws of nature." The only
problem is that the Batiplectes anurus doesn't know it. The physicists'
ban must also have been unknown to the leading, experienced biologists who
honestly wrote the following on page 26 of the academic Register of Insects
of European USSR (vol. III, pt. 3): "the cocoon jumps up as a result
of abrupt movements of the larva inside the cocoon." In a word, it is a
working-and tested-example of a safe, unsupported mover. I am giving it to you,
my reader: invent, design, build, and Godspeed! But hurry!
Massive chemical warfare has
been waged against the alfalfa pest snout-beetle (phitonomus). Humanity may
actually win it. But the price may be too great: with the destruction of the Phitonomus
varnabilis beetle, our planet's fauna may also lose the ichneumon Batiplectes
anurus as it parasitizes only this kind of weevil and cannot survive
without it.
Meanwhile, any proposals on
using biological weapons against the pest-such as our very ichneumon and other
insect predators are completely rejected by the bosses of Russian agriculture
and agricultural science. I have been fighting them on this for years, but so
far with little success.
However, one could understand those in charge
too-how can one stop expensive chemical factories? And why do agrarian
scientists care about some unsupported mover that doesn't allow alfalfa to be
treated with poison? Hurry up, biologists, engineers, physicists! For if
Chemistry wins, this Mystery-and with, a host of other Mysteries related to
it-will leave people for ever. Without insects, people won't invent it
themselves. Please trust me, an entomologist with 60-year experience.
At
the end of my first book, A Million Riddles, published in Novosibirsk in
1968, there is a drawing that I am reproducing again: a man is flying over
Novosibirsk's Academic City. He is flying a device based on a huge pair of
insect wings.
At the time I dreamed of
inventing such a machine. Strangely, the dream came true precisely because of
my friendship with insects-yet not by blindly copying the most noticeable
parts-for example wings that only make me smile now-but through careful study
of living Nature.
Nothing would have been
possible without my six-legged friends. No one would be able to do without them
either. Thus safeguard their world, the ancient, wonderful world of Insect, for
it is an infinite, unique treasure of Nature's mysteries! I beg you all, take
care of it!
FROM THE NOTEBOOK OF A NATURALIST
Artificial honeycomb.
Take
a dozen and a half papier-machet supermarket egg cases (30-egg variety), tie
them up or glue them together (one on top of another) in such a way as to join
the "teeth" to one another, not to the hollow spots.
You
will have large cells, similar to multi-cellular combs of a certain
"paper" wasp, except many times larger. Fix the whole set (it can be
enclosed in a case) over the head of a person sitting in a chair, with the
bottom "comb" is 10-20
cm above the head.
Leave the person there for
10-15 min. The "unnatural", unusual transformation of the spatial
shape formed by the set can be picked up even by the palm of a hand.
Experiment with couching seeds,
or breeding microorganisms and insects under a "macrocomb" and
compare the results with those of identical experiments conducted at least 2 m away from the comb. Repeat
each pair of experiments several times.
"Iron comb". in a similar way, test the impact of common kitchen
shredders piled up one on top of another, with their wire-edges down,
small-hole shredders at the bottom, large-hole ones at the top.
Paper emanators of the CSE.
Cut
apart-longways-5 sheets of office paper and fold each of them accordion-like
so as to get 10 edges and 20 surfaces. Squeeze the accordions to make them
square and glue them on top of one another, turning each horizontally 30
degrees clockwise against the bottom one.
Glue together, preferably out
of dark paper, a conical, multi-layered "flower" with a few dozen
petals; fluff up the petals.
Test the emanators with by
putting your palmon above the "flower" and underneath the suspended
"accordion". Place them above the head of the sitting person, marking
his sensations.
Foam plastic. We are used to the fact that this excellent thermal
insulator "reflects" the warmth of the hand even at a distance. But
even if you cover it with dark paper, cardboard, or a tin plate, it would still
do the same. This happens due to the work of multiple vesicular caverns of the
material that produce the CSE.
Foam rubber. It is widely known that a person used to sleeping on,
say, a cotton wool mattress doesn't sleep well at first on a rubber foam one,
or else is unable to sleep at all. This is a typical manifestation of the CSE.
Later on, the organism adapts itself to this new bed.
"Mushroom CSE". A hunter once told me that he warms up his hands in
winter on bracket-fungi. Let us recall that the lower horizontal part of this
tree fungus is full of fine comb-tubes through which spores fall out in summer.
What the hunter felt was not warm but a typical CSE.
Moving "combs".
Make
a wooden whipping top and drill several through caverns on its sides,
pencil-width in diameter or a bit wider. Their CSE significantly increases if
the top is rotated; this is easily perceived by the palm.
This is due to the fact that
the caverns must be numerically multiplying in space.
"Flower CSE". An "unnatural" position of such a seemingly
common and pleasant object as a living flower can also change its properties.
Put a bunch of several dozen bell-shaped flowers (tulips, narcissuses, lilies,
bell-flowers) upside down above the head of a sitting person. To bar the impact
of odors, put the flower bunch in a plastic bag. Write to me about the results.
Wind-fallen trees. One of my test subjects, a geographer, said to me
after experiencing the effect of one of my "grids" that he had once
had a similar sensation many years before, when he was passing a wind-fallen
section of a forest. His head, ears, mouth, and the entire body felt something
particularly unpleasant-the same thing he felt under my grid. This means that
the abruptly disrupted shape of the normal multi-cavernous space of the forest
for some time emanated waves unpleasant for humans.
Before the rain. Place a shower nozzle on a tap and run cold water.
Slowly move your hand toward the drops coming from the sides: most people feel
"warmth". In reality, this is the CSE reinforced by the movement of
ever new elements of the "multi-layered" grid-water drops and gaps
between them. After practicing in the bathroom or kitchen, pick up an even
stronger CSE from fountains and waterfalls. Even when the atmospheric pressure
is high, the shroud of a distant rain creates a powerful CSE field that has its
impact on a large area. Have you ever felt sleepy before the rain even in
enclosed premises? The CSE cannot be screened.
"The CSE of a book".
Take
a thick, preferably well-read book and place it upright on the edge of a desk
with its back facing the direction of the sun (e.g. facing north at night).
Open the book and fluff up
its pages as evenly as possible. In a few minutes (the CSE does not appear
immediately, as it doesn't disappear immediately ether), pick up with your palm,
tongue, or back of your head some of the sensations mentioned in this chapter.
This "tail", after
some practice, can be picked up at a 2-3 meters' distance. It is also easy to verify
that the "book CSE" is also non-screenable-ask someone to stand between
the hadn and the book.
"A large cone" with an
artificial comb filling and three magnets at the back.
Two cones of this sort,
positioned against each other taking into account the position of the sun, were
in the morning of April 23,
1991, thrown apart and disfigured. One had been placed in Isilkul,
the other near Novosibirsk
(the second one was unfolded and pressed into the wall of an underground hiding
place; its magnets disappeared).
At the same moment, residents
of an Omsk
apartment experienced a series of strangest "poltergeists" (see Vechernii
Omsk for April 26 and Omsk
and Moscow TV broadcasts). Because of this coincidence, on August 5, 1991, the same paper called
the device in the picture "a Grebennikov's hyperboloid".
Actually, one of the "beams"
of the upright electronic waves between the two structures may have been formed
precisely there, on the Irtysh embankment in Omsk.
"A medium cone".
Tightly insert a dozen
plastic household funnels into each other and fix the structure on any support
with the nozzles turned toward the sun. Cover the bell end of the top funnel
with a net or light blue cloth (so that the tested subjects not anticipate
heat).
"A small cone". Tightly roll up two unusable rolls of film, tied them
up with string or thread and make a bell-shaped cavity in the middle of the top
roll. CSE emanations can be easily picked up by the palm, particularly in a
counter-solar position. You will get interesting sensations if you press this
"microcone" to your forehead.
"Perpetuum mobile".
I
surrounded my above described device [for registering CSE emanations; a straw
indicator suspended on a cobweb thread] with seven funnel-shaped rolls of film
[see above].
Slowly leaving the zone of
impact of one roll, the straw would enter the power field of another, then the
third, and so on...
This experiment is most
successful in a sound-insulated chamber, away from wires, pipes, sources of
heat, cold, and bright light. There is no miracle here: matter is eternal in
its endless movement.
A solar ether- and beam radiator.
This
intricate name was devised by the Leipzig
professor Otto Kornschelt who discovered the CSE over 100 years ago and
produced devices for its practical application in medicine, agriculture, and
technology. Rhythmic caverns were formed in them by cooper chains.
The devices were positioned
with their backsides facing the sun. It is indeed true that new inventions are
simply well-forgotten old ones. The sensations described by Kornschelt are
identical to the ones I experienced in my own independent work.
I learned about Korschelt's
experiments very recently from M. Platten's New Medical Technique, vol.
III, St. Petersburg,
1886, where the following drawing of the device is reproduced.
"The sieve CSE". In the old days, in several areas headaches and
concussion symptoms were treated with an ordinary flour sieve that was held
above the head of the patient, net up. Alternatively, the patient squeezed the
rim between the teeth, with the net in front of the face. The sieve material is
unimportant. The device works better if the patient faces the sun (north at midnight). This type of CSE is also
perceivable by healthy people.
The CSE and the planets. The planets of our Solar system are situated at
certain distances from the sun. The Ticius-Bodet formula for the distance is
this: 4 is added to the numbers 3, 6, 12, 36, etc (a geometrical progression),
and the resulting number is divided by 10. The cause for this regularity is
unknown. The empty spot in this progression (between Mars and Jupiter) is
occupied by asteroids. The Kemerovo
physicist V. Iu. Kaznev thinks that the regularity is determined by the CSE
generated by the sun: the matter of planets was grouped in the areas of the
sun's field force concentration.
The CSE in daily life. Perceivable waves of matter are emanated by piles of
pipes, some caves, underground tunnels, tree crowns; the shape of premises is
also significant (round, cornered, cupolaed). The wall and furniture material
also emanates a CSE of certain parameters.
"Micro-CSE". The CSE effect may be manifested not just in galactic
or household scales, but also in micro-world, in substances whose molecules
have caverns of certain shapes. For example, in naphthalene. I filled a
one-liter jar with it, sealed it, and suspended it from the ceiling. People
beneath it felt with their palms a whole system of power field
"clots". (more son if the receptacle was suspended above the top of
the head). Activated charcoal is also a multi-cavernous structure. Hold 2-3
tablets of such charcoal in your fingers as demonstrated in the picture and for
a few minutes move your hands slightly up and down, or parting and joining
them. Write to me about the results.
Tefelin.
I
have so far isolated 4 CSE emanators beneficial for humans: bee honeycombs, a
grid of joined hands (more about it in the next chapter), a sieve, a phylactery
otherwise known as tefelin.
What is it? An old device: a
tightly sown leather cube attached to a leather platform with two bands. Inside
the cube there are four strips of parchment-tightly rolled, bleached, soft
kidskin with Talmudic inscriptions. A worshippers attached the device to his
forehead, with the axes of parchment rolls perpendicular to the forehead and
their outer ends facing East. It turns out, the inscriptions were unimportant;
what matters is the material, shape, and dimensions.
Made of different materials,
the device only causes unpleasant sensations, while a leather tefelin produces
a beneficial physiological effect-besides the shape and other factors, the
microstructure of the material must have a part in it too.
Thot's Scepter.
The ancient Egyptian deity
Thoth is a god of science, sorcery, and an "accountant" of the dead's
earthly deeds. This is the design of his staff: 2- or 3mm copper wire is twisted
at the end in the shape of a flat spiral, with 3-4 coils, each 10 cm in diameter'; closer to
the handle there are 2 coils of transverse, 3-dimensional spiral, each 5 cm in diameter.
The wire is inserted in the
16-cm-long square-sectioned handle of dense wood, 4 cm thick at base and 1.5 cm thick at its end; the
entire staff with the wire is 41
cm long. The narrow end of the handle has 13 deep
accordion-shaped cuts.
The staff works even without
the wire (albeit not as strongly); the wire is thin and could be of any
material but works best if thickly insulated-two layers increases its effect.
If you hold the staff as
demonstrated in the picture, the total radiation emanating from the center of
the large spiral, perpendicular to its surface, are very well-perceivable by
the human palm on both sides.
I never found out for what
purpose ancient Egyptians used this "double-beam" emanator.
The Pyramid of Cheops.
Make
a pyramid of 3-4 layers of thick, porous wrapping paper: 202x20 cm square base,
ascending edges 19cm each. Glue it only at the edges, the tighter the better,
but in a thin line.
Make a 5-6 cm hole in the middle of one
of the side facets. Hold a 10 cm-long piece of drawing coal in your fingers, or
simply a pencil, and insert this indicator into the hole, slanting the other
end toward the bottom of the pyramid. "Stir" the space inside the
pyramid with the indicator, take it out, then repeat the procedure about 30
times.
You will soon pick up an
active zone-a "clot"-where the Egyptians had their tombs. Another
active zone, above the top of the pyramid, is also well-perceived by the
indicator if you drag its end over he top. After some practice, the
"clot" and the "torch" are well-felt by the finger inserted
into he pyramid, or a palm moved above it.
The pyramid effect that generated over the
centuries many scary, mysterious stories is one of the CSE manifestations.
The pyramid skeleton.
Similar
interesting qualities are displayed by pyramids of the same dimensions but only
skeletal, without facets-a skeleton glued together of 8 smooth, firm straws.
Here we get the effect of the total CSE of the straws with their complex
capillary structure and the effect of the entire cavern. Such pyramids can also
be made in other sizes, with a proportional increase in the length of the
edges.
Hold such a pyramid above the
head of your friend, bottom down, for about 5 min, then bottom up. Conduct
additional experiments with insects (bumblebees, developing caterpillars,
etc.), house plants, and perishable foods by placing the latter within the
pyramid, above and underneath it (always checking your experiments by identical
ones but without the CSE effect). And you will see that ancient Egyptians had
their reason to build pyramids...
Telekinesis.
This
is the name for a contactless movement of light objects of which the so-called
gifted people are capable-i. e. moving a match box on a table without touching
it, holding a tennis ball in the air...
I submit that everyone has
this ability. Suspend the described skeletal pyramid by its top from the
ceiling on a thin, artificial thread, or better still on a long shred of
elastic torn from a stocking. Choose a spot with the lowest convection (air
circulation).
In a few hours, when the pyramid stops
rotating, from a 2-meter distance point at it a "tube" made up of two
hands (see picture). In a few minutes (do not lose your "target"),
the pyramid will start rotating clockwise under the pressure of this beam of
CSE energy. Stop the rotation by moving the "tube" to the right side
of the skeleton-it will start rotating counter-clockwise.
Conduct experiments of various duration,
after various time intervals and at various distance. You will see that
telekinesis is no miracle, but only one of the manifestations of the Will of Matter
that is available to a chosen few but to everyone. The thing is that the palm
is also a multi-cavernous structure that clearly repels the indicator of the
straw-cobweb device described in this chapter. By using it and the skeletal
pyramid, you can practice and develop your "telekinetic" abilities,
significantly increasing them.
"The CSE of cereals".
Fasten
a bunch of 30-40 ripe wheat ears, better with short stems, inside a low cone of
dark paper-as in the picture.
Hand-perceivable emanations repel the straw indicator of the same device
through any screens-even sharper than some honeycombs.
This effect is produced by multiple wedge-shaped sinuses between ear scales
that are directed at an acute angle toward the bottom of the ear.
Haymaking with "miracles".
In my youth, I was shown the
following: a fragment of a cut stem, the length of a short pencil, was placed
on the blade of a scythe, next to its blunt edge; another stem fragment of the
same length, placed on the blade in the same manner but at some distance, was
pushed by the hand to the first one.
At about 8cm, the first stem
got moving, "ran away" from the second stem along the rim. Th
experiment wasn't always successful; it usually occurred right after the
cutting a large amount of grass from the same spot; I forgot some elements or
conditions of the experiment.
I think the following factors
were at work here: an abrupt change of the total CSE field on the
"deformed" meadow (let us remember the windfall case), the grid of
the reaper's fingers, the multi-cavernous properties of the stem itself, and
perhaps its position against the morning sun. Static electricity is excluded as
everything at that hour is wet.
Identified Flying Objects. A long time ago, in a remote Caucasus
village, I was surprised that people walk around the mountains at night,
through dense forests. They all had lit cigarettes in their mouths, are all
waving their hands, and their cigarette lights for a second disappear behind
their bodies.... It turned out those weren't cigarettes, but local fireflies, Luceola
mingredica; their light twinkle in this manner. Meanwhile, UFO reports and
letters from my readers tell of dark flying saucers that turn out either a
flock of birds or a compact swarm of insects . I myself saw in Siberia not just "columns" of insects but also
"balls" , 3 or 4
meters in diameter: in one case those were some
mosquito-like fliers, in another, winged ants of the Mirmica genus. From
afar this swarm could by taken by an ignorant person for a huge, round plasmoid.
A detailed description of the CSE effect may
be found in my book Mysteries of the World of Insects (Novosibirsk, 1990), in the journals Sibirskii
vestnik selskokhoziastvennoi nauki, no.3, 1984, and Pchlovodstvo,
no. 12, 1984. The physical nature of CSE is described in Non-periodic
Galloping Phenomena in the Environment, vol. III (Tomsk, 1988). All in all I have published
over three dozen articles on the CSE.
As promised, I will describe the rest in my
next book. I will call it as I called this chapter: Flight.
NOTE from Jerry Decker : Victor S.
Grebennikov died at the age of 74
in April 2001 as reported to KeelyNet in two phone calls
to his surviving son Sergei.
This all came about from an email from a
friend in Russia
by the name of Youlain who sent in the URL some two years ago. When I saw the
pictures of the platform, especially the one hovering over the ground I thought
it was a hoax, but I couldn't stop thinking about it so translated the webpage
in sections beginning with the technical descriptions.
As correlations began to fall into place, I
hesitated reporting it because his writing indicated psychogenic effects
associated with these structures, meaning it could be hallucinations, delusions
or daydreams perpetrated with jumping into the air while on the platform as
what the TMers (Transcendental Meditation) devotees claim as 'flight'.
However, other aspects of his claims led me
to think he really had discovered something. With the idea of getting a copy of
the book, I ended up sending some $200 to Yuri with the instructions being to
take out the cost of the book and shipping, give the rest to the Professor. I
did receive the book (Youlain bought his for $7.00 US but he lives in Russia.)
Meanwhile, I had made a 'secret' page on
KeelyNet whose URL I mailed out to long time trusted confidants to see what
they thought about it since I valued their insights, opinions and knowledge,
asking them to keep it on the QT until I heard from the professor direct, if
possible. From their responses, new information was added.
However, one of these long time confidants
who over the years since the BBS days, shared much useful information, had now
become infatuated with public attention and so posted the URL and claimed I was
'hiding' information in order to further his newfound career of public speaker
and author. Very sad to see this but ego just took him over, so he's gone.
In the meantime, Yuri had kindly provided me
with the Professors mailing address and I immediately wrote to him in Russian,
sending at least 5 packets over the next year of correlated information to him
and all translated into Russian.
In all that time I received only one letter
from the Professor which stated he had suffered a stroke, that he had no degree
and had learned what he knew from his experiences in 'gulags' (Russian prison
of war) and was paralyzed on one side, having to type this letter with one
finger. At the time of his response, he wrote he had received 3 of my letters,
indicating in the letter that his son had withheld the ones I sent in February
until May before he actually saw them.
I asked his son in the phone call why they
had not responded with but one letter in the past 2 years and he said the
entire family had been ill, especially his father. Early in 2001 I asked Yuri
if I flew over there and pre-arranged an interview with Professor Grebennikov,
would he serve as translator and he agreed, that was roughly in February. It
was only when I called Sergei in July, after the June KeelyNet conference, that
I learned Professor Grebennikov was deceased.
The Professor had written that he would like
me to republish his book in English and so I was trying to get him to sign a
copyright release to pursue that project. After his death, the rights would
have gone to Sergei, so I asked him if he would be willing to sign such a
release for a percentage of book sales and he didn't seem to comprehend the
matter over two phone calls and a detailed letter with release form. The calls
were made in Russian as translated by my Russian translator Helena. She also
wrote and sent the letter with copyright release to which Sergei has not
responded as of December 6th, 2001.
It takes about two to three weeks for a letter
to get from Dallas
to his village near Novosibirsk
and the same to get back. They don't offer UPS, FedX, or any faster means of
snail communication and the Professor was not online, relegated to living on
$24.00 US per month in his retirement. That is another reason I was considering
publishing his book as his percentage would greatly improve his income level,
that is irrelevant now.
In the book, of the sections we have in
English, he asks only to be recognized by his peers and in the history books as
the discoverer of the CSE phenomenon. He has of course refused to reveal the
name of the insect and even the genus, it could be a beetle, a butterfly, a
bee, a wasp, a locust, a grasshopper, a dung beetle. There are some 1100
species of beetles in Russia.
Professor Grebennikov was a great ecologist
as you can tell by his protective attitude toward the environment. He was
afraid if the name of the insect were revealed, people would rush to the area
and kill off all of them. I wrote him in two separate letters that it was not
necessary to know the insect name or genus.
In order to allow verification, all we
needed were TWO of the insect covers which could be analyzed under an electron
microscope to determine geometry and dimensions, from that point, it should be
possible to duplicate it artificially and the insect would be forever safe.
I offered the Professor $1,000 US in cash if
he could send me two of the covers (I sent money to pay shipping) AND they
exhibited the gravity repelling characteristic he had seen. He indicates the
effect was not magnetic, electrostatic or due to stray air currents.
He never responded which his son claims was
due to illness.
At any rate, the entire book is currently
being translated and my current plans are to extract technical information and
compile it with other information which correlates and supports what the
Professor claims.
This will be sold through KeelyNet to
recover my personal expenditures and to support KeelyNet along with further
research, donations are greatly
appreciated.
There is a lot of weirdness going on with
this. I asked Sergei if he could provide a couple of the covers, he said he
didn't know what they were or where they came from. I then asked him what
happened to his fathers flying platform, he said (in a hesitant and halting
fashion) his father had hidden it and he didn't know the location.
We have since read an email from a Russian
scientist who visited Professor Grebennikov in the hospital and claims he was
told firsthand that he had smashed the platform to pieces. Sergei also said
many people had been contacting he and his father since the publication of the
book some 6-7 years ago, with everyone wanting the secret, but his father had
never revealed it.
Numerous posts have been made to the KeelyNet Interact discussion
list on cavities, nanostructures, arrays, chitin, dielectrics and related
subjects for those who are interested in this claim.
Additional information has been posted in
the Chaos file, the Time Dilation file and in
dual presentations (Decker & Davidson) made at the June KeelyNet 2001
conference in Dallas
(available on videotape).
See also Dan
Davidsons' experiments with shape power and Joe Parrs original discovery of
energy bubbles in pyramidal structures.
Many are involved in this and have widely
varying views. At this time, we have no verfiable experimental evidence of the
late Professor Grebennikovs wide-ranging and earth-shaking claims. As you can
see, they span all branches of science, philosophy and theosophy, shedding
quite new and novel views on the nature of gravity, time and paranormal
experiences.
We will continue to correlate information
and try to pin down experiments that can verify various aspects of his claims.
He has certainly provided many experiments that seem to rely mostly on human
perceptions.
We need to find ways to detect these
emanations with instrumentation, exactly the same problem we have with
Aether/ZPE, we need a kind of attachment for a FLUKE meter and a scope to be
able to qualify and QUANTIFY these kinds of energies.
I would like to add one further comment,
please do not confuse time dilation with time travel. They are not remotely the
same. Time dilation simply slows down the local temporal field of an object,
kind of like a 'stasis' field on Star Trek so that anything outside this local
area moves at the normal speed, while anything inside this field ages at a
slower rate. Refer to the Time
Dilation file.
If
you have comments, ideas or information relevant to the above, please post it
to the KeelyNet discussion list
or send it to Jerry Decker
for posting to the list, thanks!
Additional fascinating information relating
to weight loss in sleepwalkers was provided by Slavek Krapelka and with full
details posted at his website at;
Again, we want to publicly acknowledge the
efforts of Slavek Krapelka
and Ren Berghuis for spending the
$300.00 to get the Chapter 5 file translated and passing it on.
If you would like to contribute something to
help them recover their costs, please send an email to Ren Berghuis for
information on how to do so. THANKS!!!
So FEW people actually contribute with
anything more than comments or looking for free material researched or
validated by others.
There is more information which will be
added to this page or linked in future.
Additional information from our translator
that might be of use;
"The only specific insect I've seen
mentioned thus far of possibly interest was the one I identified in the portion
of the 'Flight' chapter you saw, the bee, 'Halictus quadricinctus'. It seems
that particular subspecies is native to Siberia,
although most of the other references sound fairly generic."
A picture of the mudnest and the Halictus
Quadricinctus photos I found on the web;
1. Trigona (Heterotrigona) lutea Bingham
2. Trigona (Heterotrigona) laevicpeps Smith
3. (Micrapis) florea Fabricius
4. Trigona (Heterotrigona) vidua Lepeletier
5. Ctenoplectectra davidi Vachal
6. Apis (Megapis) laboriosa Smith
7. Eucera pekingensis Yasumatsu
8. Tetralonia chinensis Smith
9. Habrophotula nigripes Wu
10. (pupae)
11. (larvae)
12. Xylocopa (Biluna) tranquabarorum (Swederus)
13. Halictus camellia Wu
14. *** Halictus quadricinctus Fabricius ***
15. ??
16. Osmia excavata Alfken
