My Library

When the conference was over, Puthoff asked if I would agree to fill out forms necessary for a security clearance at the Secret level. I said "Yes," but that I’d have to do so back in New York where all my documents were. After this, the "discussions" part of the agenda, or what remained of it, changed considerably. I pick up on this again in the next chapter. I flew back to New York on 26 August 1972. Puthoff again drove me to the San Francisco airport. He was enthusiastic (as usual) and in very good spirits. Back in New York, I found I had a fever of 102 degrees, and felt absolutely awful. None the less, I prepared the application for the security clearance and mailed the required copies to Puthoff. This was the common and usual "Industrial Secret Clearance." It was the only clearance I held until the remote viewing project was wrapped up some fourteen years later, although back in my Army days I had Top Secret clearances. As I signed the application, I felt I was stepping into a void -- and went to bed to get rid of my flu -- which didn’t go away. On 15 September I was diagnosed with "walking" pneumonia. My doctor ordered me to hospital. I didn’t have any money. So he prescribed large amounts of penicillin and said I was to lay flat in bed for ten days, and get a "nurse" in. He said I could only get up to go to the toilet. My dear Zelda moved in and was my nurse. When all this was finally arranged, I slept all the time, lost twenty-five pounds -- and could finally fit back into some of my better suits.