Author - Paul Schatzkin

The Future Is Prologue:
Cosmic Summit 2024

Some of you know that for the past couple of months I have been ‘laser focused’ (I actually hate that expression, but it does seem to express the ADHD way I go at some things) on the presentation I delivered to The Cosmic Summit on Saturday June 15.

I have to admit that being part of something called “The Cosmic Summit” seemed a bit… daunting? … but in fact it was a very successful and engaging weekend.  I met a lot of interesting people and felt at times like I’d found my tribe.

There were also times I was glad I was wearing my ‘tin foil hat.’

The entire conference was live streamed.  I recorded the live stream and did some editorial work before uploading the result to YouTube for your viewing pleasure.  I may have jumped the gun with all that, because I’m told now that eventually I will get a higher-resolution recording for my own use, in which case I’ll probably have to do all the editing again, but in the meantime I am sharing this with my inner circles.

The biggest wrinkle in the actual presentation was the set up on stage.

I ran through the whole thing like 20 or 30 times in order to commit as much of it as possible to memory.  When I did those rehearsals, for some reason (probably a photo I saw of last year’s conference) I thought I’d have a laptop on the lectern in front of me.

So when I practiced,  I had everything on the one screen:  the presentation on one side of the screen, the script on the other side.  That’s how I practiced, imagining a laptop on the lectern and the audience just above-and-beyond, so that it would be easy to glance at the screen and continue directly eyeball-to-eyeball with the audience.

What’s wrong with this picture?

Alas.

I discovered the night before the presentation that the stage was about three feet high – and my reference monitor was on the floor below and at the foot of the stage!  Who thought that was a good idea?!?

So that’s why I’m ‘looking down’ a lot – and why I did all the editing I did – to hide all the looking at the floor.

Where I am reading from the monitor (on the fucking floor eight feet below my eye level!) I edited the frame to fill the screen with the  slides themselves rather than the two panel view –with the slide on one side and the idiot looking at the floor on the other side.

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Despite line-of-sight challenges, the whole thing went about as well as it possibly could. I didn’t see all the other presentations, but those that I did see were mostly “put up a slide, talk about it, put up another slide, talk about that, rinse and repeat for an hour.”  This one has an actual story… the proverbial beginning, middle and end (#NotSoHumbleBrag).

I’ll admit, there were moments while I was putting this together where I thought it just wasn’t gonna happen, that I was going to have to call the promoter for the conference and back out.

Eventually it dawned on me what I needed to do: take a very personal approach to all this science and history and what drew me into it in the first place.  Once I dropped in this slide:

Literally the moment the seed was planted.

…then  all the work, stories, ideas, theories and conclusions started falling together.

This is what all I have been ruminating on for the entirety of my adult life.

Judges, y’all let me know if I stuck the landing…

And, now that I’ve ‘got my act together’, I’d like to take it on the road….

Available Now on Audible!

The Boy Who Invented Television now on Audible

As  Philo-The-Third told me, his father – Philo T. Farnsworth The Second – had ‘two major cases in his life.

The first was electronic video.  You wouldn’t be looking at this if he hadn’t cracked that one back in the 1920s.

Over the course of the next thirty-plus years, Farnsworth gained as much first-hand knowledge about the practical workings of the quantum realm as anybody who worked at Los Alamos.  In fact, he was invited to participate in The Manhattan Project, but declined the invitation, telling his wife “I want nothing to do with building an atomic bomb.”

Instead, in the 1950s and 60s, he used his experience and singular insight to conceive and build something not even the assembled wizards at Los Alamos could fathom: a controlled nuclear fusion device, a ‘start in a jar.

This second preview from The Boy Who Invented Television recounts the moment he figured it out:

The audiobook edition is now available on Amazon or Audible.

Y’all get yer ears on!

Links For My ACA Friends

A scene from the movie version of "Brigadoon"

So that I could just put it all in one place…

Little Green Boat – the poem I mentioned I wrote that describes how everybody in the neighborhood knew what was going on except us kids.

Eulogy for Harvey Schatzkin – delivered by his physician at the funeral none of the kids attended.

First Darlings – There is a book (or something) in the works with all this material, built around the letters that Harvey and Ellen wrote to each other in 1943.  This is how the correspondence started.

Brigadoon – the Broadway musical (and film) about “…two American tourists who stumble upon a mysterious Scottish village that appears for only one day every 100 years.”  I remember now why that storyline has stayed with me all these years:  the high school in our town did a production of Brigadoon  at the end of the semester in the spring of 1962.  It was that summer that they “sent me to camp for the summer… and moved while I was away.”

Return to Brigadoon – an essay I wrote about those years.

And for whatever amusement value it might have, here’s the trailer for the film, which was released in 1954:

 

Eulogy For Harvey Schatzkin

Arthur Harvey Paul

Arthur, Harvey and Paul ca. 1953.  The kid on the right is the only one still living.
Not shown: mother Ellen, sister Dorothy aka Dotsie

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September 30, 1958

Ellen has asked me to say a few words today because Harvey would have wished it. Harvey knew me well enough to know that I could not speak beautiful, flowery words. I think he would be pleased with what I shall say, for I only can speak the truth, in simple and heartfelt language. Anyone knowing Harvey would know that he would only want the truth. His honesty was shown throughout all his relationships and throughout all his dealings with his fellow men.  I only wish I had Harvey’s gift for writing to help me express myself.

Unfortunately, it is my role as a doctor to be with people in times of suffering and crises. Many times, while in hospital training, in the Army, and in private practice, I have seen courage in the face of pain and death, but never have I had a patient like Harvey Schatzkin. And I say this from the bottom of my heart. 

For three years Harvey knew he had a fatal disease – never once did he bemoan his fate. Never did he complain or cry out “why did this happen to me?” He did not waste time in self-pity. Instead he planned for the future – for his wife and children and for his employees. During these last months, when he was bed-ridden and suffering, I would find business magazines on his bed. He was reading current literature and planning so that he could go back to work with fresh ideas.

Those of you who work for Harvey know what a fair man Harvey was. Although president of a company he was nevertheless, on the side of labor. I had heard them discuss this often. The supervisors of the Architectural Tiling Company loved him as I did – I have talked to them and I know.

What strength of mind – what faith – to go on planning for his future at such a time. And what pride! With a temperature of over 105°, Harvey shaved himself the day before he passed away. Literally in his dying moments, he put out his hand to shake hands with me and say, “how’m I doing, Coach?” I think this gesture, more than anything, broke my heart.

At times when I went to visit Harvey, I believe he did more for me than I did for him. With his sense of humor and his literary gift, he would write a poem or some short commentary on hospital life or medicines. I shall always cherish those memento’s. I would feel the strength of this man who, unable to even sit up, could find the warmth and humor in himself to compose a few verses to make his doctor and his family and nurses smile.

Not only did I love and respect Harvey, but the nurses in the hospital loved him, too. They could not do enough for him – not because he demanded it but only out of the desire to help this man who never raised his voice to them or anyone.

Harvey’s parents, his sister Elinor, his wife Ellen, and Arthur, Paul, and Dotsie, know Harvey’s kindness and love. He was an ever dutiful and loving son  and brother – never causing his parents anxiety or worry. Always showing respect and affection. Mr. and Mrs. Schatzkin will find comfort at this sad time in knowing that they produced such a son – beloved by all who knew him. 

To Ellen Harvey gave himself. No woman could have a more devoted and thoughtful husband. No children can have a more patient and loving and understanding father. The relationship between Ellen and Harvey was beautiful and enduring. Just as Harvey had comforted and aided Ellen during the years of their marriage so did Ellen aid and comfort Harvey when he needed her so much these last months. 

For a moment I must speak of Ellen’s courage. Ellen knew Harvey’s condition but never did she falter, never did she break down. God was good to Ellen for he gave her Harvey. And God was good to Harvey for having given him Ellen. Tragic that this relation should have ended in such a short time – but how much better than if it had never existed.

Not often in a lifetime does one meet such a person as Harvey Schatzkin. His many friends feel is passing deeply. Harvey was a true friend. He did no one ill because he wished no one ill. He practiced no guile because he was incapable of guile.

And so, Harvey, the good, the kind, the gentle, sensitive, intelligent young man is gone from us. And yet not altogether and entirely. He who touches what is warm and luminous must carry away with him something of warmth and light.

 In the hearts and minds of all who knew and loved Harvey something of his goodness will remain forever. All of us are, I am sure, somehow better gentler mature people for having had the privilege of his companionship, so brief, yet so wonderful.

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(This eulogy was delivered by… Dr. Rubin? I don’t know his full name nor in what capacity he treated Harvey – oncologist?  general practitioner/internest?   I  have no recollection of the occasion because… I was not there.  None of the kids were included in the funeral.)

Coming Soon: TBWIT – The Audiobook!

Coming Soon: TBWIT - The Audiobook!

More than fifty years after I first heard of Philo T. Farnsworth (in the summer if 1973)…

More than twenty years after The Boy Who Invented Television was first published…

And a year after it was re-published (after the release of The Man Who Mastered Gravity)…

There is finally going to be an audiobook edition!

Once the book was re-released last year, I considered several options for converting it to an audiobook.  I auditioned several narrators via the Audible platform at Amazon, but finally opted to do the reading myself after enlisting the production assistance of Robert Lane, the creator of a program called “Your Book, Your Voice.”

I started working with Robert back in January. It has taken the better part of the past four months to get the project done.  Each week I would read and record several chapters.  I sent the files to Robert, he edited and mastered them and uploaded them to Audible.

I found the experience of reading and recording the text quite gratifying*, to hear how the way I write sounds like the way I talk and vice-versa.

We finished all the uploads this week and have submitted the project to Audible for review.  I expect the production to go ‘live’ before the middle of May.

Keep an eye on the Amazon sales page, the audiobook will show up there the minute it’s approved.

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*when I wasn’t wondering “why am I still grinding on this material, much of which I first wrote more than 50 years ago!” ‍♂️

My Family Thinks I’m Crazy

As you all know by now, it has been my privilege to be interviewed on several podcasts over the past few months, finally fulfilling my lifelong delusion that someday, somebody might think I have something interesting to say.

Well, now I am pleased to say that I have finally been featured on a podcast for reasons entirely other than my vast education, training, or experience.

This one I’m entirely qualified to be on this one just because of what it’s called:

My Family Thinks I’m Crazy. 

Here’s a link to listen via Apple Podcasts:

And here’s a link to Spotify:

This is a long one – more than two hours!  But it’s one of my favorites so far, because we cut straight to some of the broad themes that tie these mysteries together. Here’s a summary of some of the ground we covered:

Paul Schatzkin, Author and Researcher, joins me to discuss the amazing breakthroughs achieved by the Inventor of the electronic television, Philo T. Farnsworth, The Mysterious T. Townsend Brown and his revolutionary discoveries in the realm of electro-gravitics, space travel and even time travel, Paul reveals how the movie Back To The Future was directly inspired by T. Townsend Brown, with Oppenheimer doing so well in the box offices this conversation echoes Einstein’s remorse, and draws forth the possibility of dozens of other unsung marvels of technological innovation that have never had the chance to develop within our inherently destructive scientific culture of industry.

As long as I’m here, I may as well post the video clip that offers up the connections between these stories and the Back to the Future movies.  This is the very last scene in the first of the trilogy:

There are at least three elements of this scene that connect to the books I’ve written:

  1. “Mr. Fusion” – Philo Farnsworth spend the last half of his life developing a nuclear fusion process;
  2. The ‘flux capacitor’ that makes time travel possible: Townsend Brown’s ‘gravitator‘ devices were all based on capacitor technology;
  3. The ‘Doc Brown’ in the films… his full name is…. EmeTT Brown.

I’m sure it’s all just a coincidence.

Finally, if you have any lingering doubt that we are all living in the wrong timeline, consider this: Bob Gale, the screenwriter of all the Back to the Future movies, has gone on the record saying that the villain in the films, Biff Tanner, is actually based on…. Donald F’ing Trump.

Now all we have to do is figure out how to get ourselves jiggered into the correct timeline, where we get the keys to the Cosmic Ferrari.

Put Mr. Fusion and a Flux Capacitor in that.

Put Mr. Fusion and a Flux Capacitor in that.

Joe and Nick and… Me!

B2 Bomber

Thanks to Jesse Michels (@AlchemyAmerican) for my first “joint appearance” with @joerogan and @iamnickcook as we all speculate about the deployment of the Biefeld-Brown effect in the B2 Stealth Bomber.

 

The freeze frame that YouTube delivered with the embed above would not have been my fist choice, but I do think the word ‘plausible’ is incredibly apt.

I know Joe Rogan is a controversial figure for some, but I certainly have no quarrel with the man and would dearly love to spend some time talking with him, so I hope this catches his eye.

I am a long time admirer of Nick Cook and relied heavily on his deeply researched 2001 book The Hunt For Zero Point when I was trying to make sense of the Townsend Brown saga back in the ‘aughts.  Nick and I have somewhat different methodologies: he comes at this material as a hardened aviation journalist and I’m more the whimsical story teller. But we agree that there is far more to the #TTBrown narrative than meets the eye.

It is gratifying to see all these clips cut together in a way that lends some credibility to the allegation that the Biefeld-Brown effect is at work in the B2, despite the government’s frequent denials.

‘Tis the (new) Season ?

Winter: it’s the season that goes on as long as you can possibly endure it* … and then it goes on a while longer.

Apparently the Bradford Pear trees up the street from me have not gotten the memo and there is going to a spring after all.

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*apologies to anybody in California digging out from under twelve feet of snow, it hasn’t been nearly that bad here in middle Tennessee)