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58 The Hunt for Zero Point
this small flying vehicle, with its echoes of the Schriever Flying Top, had
supposedly taken place and the results were said to have been highly
impressive. In one account of the test, the craft had apparently risen
toward the ceiling of the test facility "trailing a glow of ionization." This
immediately elevated the report above the many others I had come
across, for it signaled that, whatever was occurring within the implosion
process, it had precious little to do with jet propulsion. If true, it could
only have been an antigravity effect.
If true.
Though Schauberger was long dead, his son Walter was still alive
when I telephoned him at his home in Austria in 1991. Talking through
an interpreter, I asked Walter about his father's experiments and got a
disconcerting answer. I had imagined that Viktor had attended some
impressive German or Austrian technical institute; that he was a
professor of physics at Vienna or Salzburg or, at the very least, an
eminent aerospace engineer. But no. Walter Schauberger told me that his
father had developed his radical ideas about energy and propulsion by
observing what he had seen in Nature, the way rivers flowed and fish
swam. His only professional training had been as a forester.
This was the trouble. While all of these stories were laced with detail,
which immediately gave them a veneer of credibility, they were almost
always let down either by corrupted data or a complete absence of it. In a
decade of investigating the aerospace industry, I had never once come
across a designer who did not have a set of initials after his name. A
forester was simply absurd.
Had there been more to the Schauberger story, I would not have
hesitated to make the trip to Austria. But as decisions went, this was an
easy one. I was using my training to make value judgments all the time on
the data that was gathering in my basement. You didn't need a degree in
physics, though, to appreciate that whatever they had or hadn't been,
foo-fighters would have had to have come from the minds of engineers—
not from a man who'd spent his time among Alpine forests and streams.
It was for this reason that I gently declined Walter Schauberger's offer
to visit his "biological-technical institute" in the Salzkammergut
Mountains.
For any of the "evidence" about German flying saucers to be irrefutable,
it had to emerge from official documentation. But Lawrence Cross and a
number of other credible researchers I'd contacted on the subject had
already been through the BIOS and CIOS reports and found nothing.
And that should have been the end of it. Yet, I knew that if the Germans