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I felt sorry for Dr. Osis. Obviously he was not the culprit, but he, and Godzilla’s worst nightmare, were the only ones who could convey the message to the Board. No one said anything. The entire staff of the ASPR was lurking just outside the door trying to be nonchalant. "Well, then," I said, "Janet and I have the third formal experiment to do, and I propose we do that and the next one until the Board makes up its mind." And that’s how the third formal experiment -- and all the rest of them -- came to get done. You see, I knew the Board of the ASPR feared one thing more than anything else -- lawsuits. You see, it pays to thoroughly research everything one gets involved with. But I WAS serious -- and still am about my freedoms and my civil rights. But as you will see ahead, "they" managed to demolish the formal experiments in an entirely different and even more disgusting way. It wasn’t until 1974 that Arthur Twitchell, after binding me to eternal secrecy, told me the names of the two principal Board members who were behind this persecutorial plot -- who were trying to install the elements of fear and suspicion. But I’ll not give their names since both are now dead. Both were noted parapsychologists, and should be remembered for their contributions. In any event, I’ve no desire to jump with persecutorial revenge on their graves (as some few