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208 The Hunt for Zero Point
One such device, an implosion-based generator, stood disused and
rusting in the corner of the basement area where Joerg Schauberger and
I now viewed the fruits of his forebears' lifework.
Joerg Schauberger had signaled during our phone conversations his
reluctance to prize open the family archives to a complete stranger. But
he was content for me to come to Bad Ischl to plead my case. I was glad
that I had. He was roughly my age and had an open, honest face. I liked
him immediately. I could see that he was weighing me up every bit as
carefully as I was assessing him. Both of us were entering uncertain
territory. For me, his grandfather's experiments bordered on the incredible.
But Joerg wasn't interested in publicity. This in itself gave me
confidence. Whatever lay in the archives, I knew it would be fresh,
untainted evidence, free from any kind of interpretation or bias.
Joerg was proud of his family's achievements. In the lofty, baronial
entranceway of the family institute, he had shown me a cutaway section
of a log flume that his grandfather had built in the forests for the efficient
removal of lumbered trees.
It was then that I realized the impression painted of Viktor Schauberger
in the Legend was a misleading one. Schauberger wasn't a forester
in the strict sense of the word. He was an engineer; and from the look of
the machinery around the house an extremely accomplished one. His
milieu happened to be the forest.
Now, as we stood beside the implosion machine, his grandson spelled
out his fears. Others had documented Viktor Schauberger's experiments,
he told me; there was little, he believed, I or anybody else could add to
this body of knowledge—the more so in my case, as, by my own
admission, the science of the processes involved wasn't principally what
had led me here.
I was after proof of a technology that conventional science said was
impossible.
If, as the Legend had it, his grandfather had cooperated with the SS,
what did his family and its reputation possibly have to gain from my
seeing the archives?
I had thought long and hard about this during my drive through Germany,
but whichever way I cut it, there was nothing reassuring to say.
So I told him instead about the journey that had brought me to his
house; about the series of statements in 1956 by U.S. aerospace companies
that the conquest of gravity was imminent, that all that was required
to make it happen—to usher in an era of clean, fuelless propulsion
technology, of free energy—was money and a little application from the
U.S. government.