My Library

No one knew what I was talking about. At some point in the latter two weeks of March, I was again visiting Cleve Backster's lab near Times Square. I happened to mention this phenomenon to Cleve and we went out for junk food to talk about it. Returning to the lab, Cleve pulled out some papers from one of his file cabinets and handed them to me. "Hal Puthoff," he said, "is a physicist out in California. He is very interested in tachyons, particles which go faster than the speed of light. You should be in touch with him about this." I was scanning the papers when Cleve said: "He has a very prestigious reputation. You two might get along. He's into Scientology, too." I looked up at Cleve incredulously. Then I simply threw the papers into the air over my head. They fluttered to the floor. Cleve looked at me as if I'd lost it. "Jesus, Cleve. You know what I went through on this thing. I can't possibly be in touch with ANOTHER Scientologist. The whole world will be sure there is a plot here. This is out of the question."