俄罗斯生物科学家Grebennikov利用一种昆虫翅膀上的反引力特性，成功制做了这个飞行板装置。

最高飞行高度300米
最大飞行速度930英里/小时
最大承载力220磅
飞行时，会产生隐身的效果。
飞行时，时间会缩短。
尽管这种飞行装置非常简单，个人就可以制做，但不幸的是，这项技术现已失传。

Grebennikov至死都没有透漏他到底用的是哪种昆虫制做的这个装置，因为他还是一个昆虫学家，热爱大自然，他害怕一旦人们知道了这种昆虫，就会为了制做这个装置，疯狂的把所有这种昆虫都赶尽杀绝，这是他最不愿意看到的结局。
目前有人正在试图找到Grebennikov当时用的是哪种昆虫为蓝本做的这个装置。
Grebennikov’s platform ，小巧，安全，他当时在世的时候最快达到24公里每分钟，也就是1440km每小时，这货比现在的国际航空飞机还快个几百公里每小时。注意，如果你看过他的记录你会发现，他主要用的应该是时空能，因为在他飞行完后，他的手表比他家的钟要慢了，有时候飞行的时候，手表会时快时慢，证明了他利用了时空能，他的速度达到那么快，在某种程度上讲他其实是用掉了一部分的空间，所以他本身体验了更少的时间，bashar说过的时空之间的关系。载重是100公斤。当时最高飞行高度是300米，而且从地上人往上看飞行器是几乎隐形的。
Grebennikov’ s platform利用的原理是Cavernous Structure Effect (CSE) 或者Cavity Structure Effect
这个人翻开了反引力新的一页，和Keshe，特斯拉是一个level的，甚至比他们的技术还要天然，可惜他已经不在了，你去查一下，他发现了CSE field，这个是啥，你读过这个后seedoflight.ca/wp/?p=326，你就发现，他知道如何利用一种生物场来制造反引力，就是中国人讲的气，修道的人能飞，就是他的丹田能够造这种场，而他这个牛人已经知道如何利用生物活细胞为他制造制造这个场，然后安在他的平台上面。这个人已经是无敌了，最接近大自然的近期的科学家。他还能利用他的CSE场去治病，就像Keshe一样。这个人不可忽视啊。

APPLICATION OF A POLARIZATION MODEL OF HETEROGENEOUS PHYSICAL VACUUM TO BIOLOGY

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NATURAL   PHENOMENA OF BIOLOGICAL ANTIGRAVITATION ASSOCIATED WITH INVISIBILITY  IN INSECTS & GREBENNIKOV'S CAVITY STRUCTURAL EFFECT

(Flight - V chapter from the book MY WORLD by Viktor S. Grebennikov )

In the spring of 2001 Viktor S. Grebennikov has died.
The eternal memory of this uncommon scientist - naturalist will remain in our hearts.

The introductory comment by Juri N. Cherednichenko (Laboratory of biophysics Scientific Research Institute of General Pathology and Human Ecology SB Russian Ac. Med. Sci. Novosibirsk-city)

Viktor S. Grebennikov is the scientist - naturalist, professional entomologist, gifted painter  and,   on the whole,  comprehensively  well-educated  specialist  with a wide spectrum of interests. For  many people and scientists  in Russia he is well-known as discoverer of cavity structural effect (CSE).   But is far from being all are acquainted with  his other opening, also borrowed from among concealed  secrets of living Nature. In 1988 he found out antigravitational effects of chitinous shells of some insects species. But the most astonishing attendant phenomenon associated with antigravity was a phenomenon all on its own either partial invisibility, or deformed visual perception of the material object which was located  in a zone of nulled gravitation. Based on this opportunity and by using bionics principles, the author designed and built an antigravitational platform, and also developed principles of practical manned flight with the speed up to 1,500 km/hr. Since the years 1991-92 years the device was used by the author as a means of rapid transport.

   There is a well known wide spectrum of the natural  phenomenology biogravitational effects, apparently,  appropriate not only some species of insects. For example, there are numerous experimentally controlled cases of weight decrease in material objects under directed human psychokinetic influence, yogi's levitation in the states of deep transcendental Maharishi's meditation, mediums' levitation or even total disappearance in some rare spiritualistic communication sessions etc.

   But it would be a mistake to think that similar opportunities are granted only to naturally  gifted people. It is my belief it's a general biological law which insufficiently  investigated. As is known, in somnambulistic  (sleep-walking) condition, human weight is considerably reduced. So, somnambulist, which have body weight up to 80 - 90 kg in normal, during the night-travels can pass over a thin wooden bar; step on people, lie down in a neighbour bed, which haven't feeling physical pressure (except for a fright). Some clinical cases of genuine epilepsy  during small attack (petite mal)  someone have result in short-term convertible personality transformation (which sometimes in the people named as possessed by evil spirit), when slender girl, exhausted by illness, or 10 years old boy, suddenly gains a physical ability like a trained athlete. Now this psychophysiological   phenomenon was named  multiple personality, since it considerably differs from classical variants epileptic syndrome. Such clinical cases are well known and are wide described in literature. However, the phenomena accompanying the change in weight of objects or human bodies doesn't occur only during pathological conditions. Healthy people in conditions of acute emotional stress, connected with threat to life or dominant motivation of urgency  achievement any vital purpose, are capable involuntarily to overcome obstacles, insurmountable under normal conditions; to lift huge weights etc. Usually this is explained as extreme mobilization muscular forces, though the exact calculation will not be correlated  to the similar assumptions. Apparently, the biogravitational mechanisms are especially advanced in the sportsmen (high jumpers,  weight-lifters, sprinters and  long-distance runners). The productivity of their sports achievement in many respects (if not basically) is determined by psychological training, but not so much depend on physical status. If the correct scientific research problem of the human weight anomalies in various psychophysiological states was put and the equipment of dynamic monitoring of weight was created, we have received the quite objective information on this unusual phenomenon. The phenomena, short-term increase of weight of biological objects (including the men), which  have been not connected with mass carry are known also.

    The V.Grebennikov's book  is written in highly artistic style and was illustrated by author himself. It content is peculiar fingerprint of spiritual wealth system, ecological ideology and author's entomological autobiography.   Certainly, by many readers the book will be perceived, no more than   popular   general conclusion  of 60-year's experience of specialist in the field of insects's world secrets, embellished by elements of a science fiction. But this is deep mistake. Being well familiar with V.Grebennikov and his  works not by hearsay   (and we live no more than in 10 kms from each other), I can tell, that I did not see  more scientific diligent and truthful researcher and talented, qualified experimenter.
Unfortunately V.Grebennikov and his pioneer works are well-known advantageously in so-called Russian scientific underground environment.  But, the opening of such scale, on my deep belief, should not be buried in the manuscripts, only because a scientific pragmatism not for a while yet is at authority. So be it  that this popular scientific book will be for this so called scientists science fiction. At everyone his faith, but just one trouble if his faith is blind. But having eyes - will see.

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(Polet - V glava iz knigi V.S. Grebennikova MOJ MIR)

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 Vesnoj 2001 g. ushel iz zhizni Viktor Stepanovich Grebennikov.

Vechnaya pamyat' ob `etom vydayuschemsya uchenom-estestvoispytatele ostanetsya v nashih serdcah.

Vstupitel'nyj kommentarij YU.N. CHerednichenko, st. n.s. laboratorii biofiziki NII Obschej patologii i `ekologii cheloveka SO RAMN

Viktor Stepanovich Grebennikov - naturalist and a professional entomologist. He is also an artist and an intellectual with a wide range of interests and pursuits. He is known to many as the discoverer of the Cavity Structures Effect (CSE). But very few people are familiar with his other discovery, the one that also borrows from Nature and its innermost secrets. He has discovered antigravitational effects of the chitin shell of certain insects back in 1988 but, the most impressive concomitant phenomenon he has discovered at the same time was that of complete or partial invisibility and/or of distorted perception of material objects entering the zone of compensated gravity. Based on this discovery, Victor Grebennikov used bionic principles to design and build an anti-gravitational platform for hovering flights at the speeds of up to 25 km/min. Since 1991-92 he has used this device for his own fast transportation.

 

Bio-gravitational effects are a wide spectrum of natural phenomena, apparently not confined to just a few species of insects. There is much empirical data to support the possibility of a lowered weight or complete levitation of material objects as a result of directed psycho-physical human action (psychokinesis) e. g. levitation of yogi practicing transcendental meditation according to the Maharishi method. There are known cases of mediums levitating during spiritistic sessions. However, it would be a mistake to think that such abilities are only found in people who are gifted by nature. I am convinced that these abilities are an understudied biological regularity. As is known, human weight significantly drops in the state of somnambulistic automatism (sleepwalking). Average 80-90 kg sleepwalkers are able to tread on thin planks, or step on people sleeping next to them without causing the latter any physical discomfort other than fright during their nocturnal journeys. Some clinical cases of non-spasmodic epileptic fits often result in a short-term reversible transformation of personality (people in such state are commonly referred to as possessed), whereby a skinny, exhausted girl or a ten year old boy may acquire the physical prowess of a trained athlete. This psychological phenomenon is currently known as the multiple personality syndrome, because it significantly differs from the classical complex of epileptic symptoms. Such clinical cases are well known and well documented. However, phenomena accompanied by a change in the weight of humans or of material objects are not confined to functional pathologies of the organism. Healthy people in the state of acute psychological stress caused by a life threatening situation or an overpowering motivation to achieve a vitally important goal have the ability to spontaneously overcome obstacles insurmountable in their normal condition. People in such situations are able to lift enormous weights etc. These phenomena are commonly explained by an extreme mobilization of muscular strength, but precise calculations do not agree with such hypotheses. Apparently, athletes (high jumpers, weightlifters, runners) have particularly developed bio-antigravitational mechanisms. Their athletic performance is mostly (if not wholly) determined not so much by the rigor of their training as by their psychological preparedness. If an accurate scientific task of studying the anomalies of the human weight in various psycho physiological states were ever set up and a technical means of dynamic weight monitoring created, we would then have objective data on this unusual phenomenon. There is also evidence of other phenomena of short-term mass increase in biological objects, including humans, that are not related to mass transfer.

V. S. Grebennikov's book has high literary merit and includes the author's own illustrations. It is a kind of a fingerprint for his system of spiritual values, his environmental outlook, and his entomological autobiography. Many readers are likely to perceive the book as nothing more than a popularized summary of the entomologist's 60 year experience of scientific observations, peppered with some elements of science fiction. But, such a conclusion would be deeply erroneous. As Viktor Stepanovich's friend and as someone with an intimate knowledge of his work (our homes are only 10 km apart), I can vouch that I have never met a more careful, conscientious, honest, and talented experimental scientist.

V. Grebennikov is also widely known in the so-called scientific underground, which is the branch of advanced Russian science constantly persecuted by the official scientific establishment. An establishment committee for combating of pseudo science, created in Novosibirsk division of the Russian Academy, has victimized many talented members of our local scientific community. The situation is much the same at the Russian Agricultural Academy. It is very easy to lose one's job at a lab, even as its head, regardless of one's degree and title. One only needs to publish an article on, for example, the evolutionary significance of anti gravitational mechanisms in insects.

But, I am convinced that discoveries of such proportions must not be buried in manuscripts just because pragmatism still rules science. Let this book be nothing but science fiction for those at the top. Each person has his own beliefs but, he who has eyes shall see. Catastrophism in both, the evolution of living nature and in the nature of human knowledge, is actually a drastic destruction of old belief systems, a destruction that runs ahead of theoretical prognostications. A fanatical faith and worship of idols links our contemporary academic science with pagan religion. Yet, a harmonious development (in the sense of Pavel Florensky's pneumatosphere) would not be possible without breaking of the old stereotypes in the process of mastering the wisdom and experience of older generations.

 

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   . I placed a sheet of cardboard over the jar, but the sensation wouldn't change. A have covered the jar with metallic pot lid but, it changed nothing either. It looked as if something was acting right through it. I was compelled to study the phenomenon at once but, what could I do at home, without any necessary physical instruments? The help came from many research scientists of various institutes of the Agricultural Academy in Novosibirsk. But alas, the instruments like thermometers, ultrasound detectors, magnetometers and electrometers did not respond to the nests in the slightest. We have conducted a precise chemical analysis of the clay and found nothing special. The radiometer was also silent, yet the ordinary human hands, and not only mine, would distinctly feel either warmth or cold, or a tingle, or sometimes a thicker, stickier environment. Some people's hands felt heavier, others felt lighter as if pushed up. Some people's fingers and arm muscles got numb, some felt giddy and developed profuse salivation. I could observe a similar phenomenon in a bunch of paper tubes inhabited

by leaf cutting bees. Each tunnel had a solid row of multi-layered cans made from torn leaves, covered with concave lids (also made from leaves). These cans contained silk, oval cocoons with larvae and chrysalides. I asked unsuspecting people who knew nothing of my discovery to hold their hands or faces over the leaf cutter nests and have made a detailed record of their replies in this experiment. Its results may be found in my article On the physical and biological properties of pollinator bee nests published in the Siberian Bulletin of Agricultural Science, no.3, 1984. The same article contains the formula of my discovery, a brief physical description of this wonderful phenomenon.

I have created a few dozen artificial honeycombs from plastic, paper, metal and wood, based on the structures of bee nests. It turned out that the cause of all those unusual sensations was not a biological field, but the size, shape, quantity and arrangement of cavities formed by and in any solid object. And as before, the organism felt it, while the instruments remained silent. I called the discovery the Cavity Structures Effect (CSE) and I have carried on with my experiments. Nature has continued to reveal to me its innermost secrets one after another. It has turned out that the CSE zone inhibits the growth of saprophytic soil bacteria, inhibits the growth of yeast and other similar cultures as well as it inhibits wheat grain germination. The behavior of microscopic agile chlamydospores also

 

 

changes in this effective zone. Leaf cutting bee larvae begin to phosphoresce, while adult bees are much more active in this field and finish pollination two weeks earlier than they would otherwise. It has turned out that this CSE, same as gravitation, can't be shielded.

 

 

 

It affects living organisms through walls, thick metal and any other screens. It has turned out that if a porous object were moved, a person would not feel the change in CSE location immediately but, a few seconds or minutes later. While the old location would retain a trace, or as I called it a phantom of the CSE field perceivable by the hand for hours and sometimes for months thereafter. It has turned out that the CSE field did not decrease evenly with distance but, surrounded the honeycomb with a system of invisible, yet sometimes clearly perceivable shells. It has turned out that animals (white mice) and humans entering the zone of the CSE field (even a very strong one) would soon adapt to it. It couldn't be otherwise. We are surrounded everywhere by cavities, large and small, surrounded by grids and cells of living and dead plants (as well as our own cells). We are surrounded by bubbles of foam rubber, foam plastic, foam concrete, rooms, corridors, halls, roofing, spaces between machine parts, trees, furniture and buildings. It has turned out that the CSE ray had a stronger impact on living organisms when it was directed away from the sun and also downwards, facing the Earth center.

  It has turned out that clocks, both mechanical and electronic, run inaccurately when placed in a strong CSE field. The CSE seems to have an effect on time too. All this is a manifestation of the will of the matter, constantly moving and transforming and existing eternally. It has turned out that the French physicist Louis des Broglies [?] was awarded the Nobel Prize for his discovery of these waves back in the 20s and that the latter were used in electronic microscopes. My research has gone well. Many other things transpired from my experiments and study, but they would lead us into solid-state physics, quantum mechanics, elementary particle physics and generally very far away from the main characters of our narrative, the insects.

I have managed to devise instruments for an objective registration of the CSE, which react accurately to the proximity of insect nests during all this time. Here they are in the drawings. They are the sealed vessels with straws and burnt twigs and drawing charcoals suspended on spider web threads in them, with some water on the bottom countering the effects of static electricity, which hinders such experiments in dry air. If you point an old wasp nest, a bee honeycomb or a bunch of cereal ears at the upper end of the indicator, it turns slowly a few dozen degrees around. This is no miracle. The energy of scintillating electrons of both multi-cavity bodies creates a total wave system in space, whereby this wave is energy capable of causing the mutual repulsion of these objects even through such obstacles as a the thick walled steel capsule in the photo. It is hard to imagine that the armor of this capsule isn't capable to stop waves from a tiny, light wasp nest seen in the picture and that the indicator inside this heavy, solid capsule turns away from this long vacant nest, sometimes as much as 180 degrees. Yet it is so. Those who have doubts are welcome to visit the Agroecology Museum near Novosibirsk and see it all for themselves.

   The same museum displays an always active honeycomb painkiller. It consists of a chair with an overhead cap, which contains a few empty but, intact honeybee combs (dry honeycombs, in the beekeeper's vocabulary). Anyone who sits in this chair will almost certainly feel something (please write to me what exactly you feel, I'll be grateful) after a few minutes, while those with a headache will say good bye to the pain shortly, at least for a few hours. My painkillers are successfully used in many parts of the country now, because I have made no secret from my discovery.

Your hand will clearly sense the CSE emanation, if you place it from below and palm up against the cap with bee honeycombs. The cap could be made from cardboard or veneer, or better still from tin plate with tightly sealed seams. This is painkiller is yet another gift from the world of insects. My reasoning behind this invention was that people have been dealing with the honeybees for thousands of years and no one has ever complained about anything unpleasant related to them except, of course, for their stings. I've tried to hold a dry honeycomb over my head and it worked! I have decided to use a set of six frames. This is the story of my rather simple discovery.

An old wasp nest works quite differently, even though the size and shape of its cells is very close to those of the honey bees. The important difference between the two is that the wasp honeycomb material, unlike that of honey bee wax, is more crumbly and micro porous. It is paper like. (By the way, it's wasps, who invented paper, rather than people. Wasps scrape old wood fiber, mix it with their sticky saliva and let it dry out.) Walls of the wasp honeycomb are much thinner than those of bees and their cell size and pattern is also different. The nest itself is like a multi-layered, loosely wrapped paper outer shell. I've had reports of highly unpleasant effects of a few wasp nests in an attic. Besides that, most multiple cell devices and objects with a manifested CSE field have a far from beneficial effect on humans in the first few minutes. Honey bee combs are a rare exception. I have often observed the bumblebees living in our Isilkul flat in the 1960s. A young bumble bee did not take the trouble to remember the entrance to the hive and it would spend hours wandering around the windows of our house and of a similar looking house nearby on its first trip out of the hive. It would give up on its poor visual memory in the evening and it would land on the brick wall precisely outside the hive and it would try to break right through the wall. Now, how did the insect know that its home nest was right there, four meters away from the entrance to the attic and a meter and a half below, behind the thick, half meter wall? I was lost at the time in conjectures but now I know exactly why the bumble bee behaved in that manner. It is an amazing find, wouldn't you agree? Now let us remember the experiment in which hunter wasps returned not only to a given location but, even to an entirely different location to where the lump of soil with their nest had been moved. I do not doubt that they were able to find it because of the wave emitter created by their nest cavities.

There was yet another mystery to be revealed to me by my insect friends. It has turned out that flowers also use similar powerful and unstoppable wave emitter besides their color, odor and nectar in order to attract their pollinators. I have discovered it with a drawing charcoal, a burnt twig by passing it over large, bell shaped flowers (tulips, lilies, amaryllises, mallows or pumpkins). I could feel braking of this detector already at quite a distance from the flower. I have learned to find a flower in a dark room standing one or two meters away from it with this detector but, only if it had not been moved. If it were moved, i would detect a false target, the ghost field left in its old location, the residual phantom I have already mentioned. I do not possess any super sensory abilities, and any person would be able to do the same after some training. One could use a 10 cm long piece of a yellow sorghum stem instead of a charcoal rod, or a short pencil whose rear end should be facing the flower. Some people would be able to feel the flower (a warm, cold, or shivering sensation emanating from it) with their bare hands, tongues, or even faces. As many experiments demonstrated, children and adolescents are particularly sensitive to these waves of matter.

When it comes to the bees, which nest underground, their knowledge of the CSE is vital to them. First of all, it enables the builder of a new gallery to stay away from the neighboring nests. Otherwise, the entire bee city all cut through with intersecting holes would simply collapse. Secondly, plant roots cannot be allowed to grow down into the galleries and honeycombs and indeed the roots stop growing any further a few centimeters away from the honeycomb of tunnels and chambers and start growing aside, feeling that nests are near.

I have confirmed the latter conclusion by my many experiments on couching wheat seeds in a strong CSE field, as compared to the seeds germinating in the same climatic conditions but in the absence of the CSE field. Photographs and drawings show both, the dying of roots in the experimental batch as well as their sharp deviation in a direction away from my artificial honeycomb. Therefore, the bees and the weeds back at the lake had made a pact long ago and they are another example of the highest ecological expediency of all being. Yet, we see another example of people's merciless, ignorant and arrogant attitude toward the nature in the very same location on this globe. The bee city is gone now. Thick streams of fertile black soil run off down the ruts in the former river bank cliff every spring. They run among filthy heaps of trash to the lifeless, salty puddles left behind by once a living river, which not too long ago was at least a string of lakes, with its countless flocks of sandpipers and ducks, white swans, and hovering fish hawks. Gone is the cliff, thinned out by bee holes, where one used to hear the hum of hundreds of thousands of bees, which had led me for the first time into the land of unknown. I must have tired the reader out with all these honeycombs of mine. A separate thick book would be required to describe all my experiments with them. I will only mention one more thing. My battery powered pocket calculator often malfunctioned in the CSE field. It either erred, or sometimes its display window failed to light up for hours. I used the field of a wasp nest combined with that of my two palms. None of these structures had any effect on their own.

  I will also note that human hands, with all their tubular phalanxes, joints, ligaments, blood vessels, and nails are intensive CSE emanators capable of giving a powerful push to the straw or the charcoal rod indicator of my little instruments from a couple of meters distance. Practically anyone can do it. This is why I am convinced that there are no people with supersensory abilities, or rather that all the people have them and that the number of those, who can move light-weight objects across on a table from a distance, or hold them suspended in the air or magnetically attached to the hand, is far greater than is usually thought. Try it yourself! I look forward to your letters. Folks in old times used to play the following game: One man sits down onto a chair and four of his friends build a grid of horizontally stretched palms with slightly spread fingers over his head. First from their right hands, then from their left hands, spaced at about 2 cm. They hold the hand grid for about 10-15 seconds. Then all four of them place simultaneously their pressed-together index and middle fingers under the armpits and under the knees of the sitting man, and toss him energetically up in the air. The time lapse between collapsing the hand grid and tossing of the man must not exceed two seconds and the synchronicity of the action is very important. If everything is done right, a 100-kilo man flies up almost to the ceiling, while the ones who tossed him claim he was light as a feather. A sceptic reader may ask me: How is this possible? Doesn't it all contradict laws of nature? And if so, am I not propagating mysticism? Nothing of the sort! There is no mysticism. We humans still know little of the Universe which, as we see it, not always accepts our all too human rules, assumptions and orders and laws. It dawned on me once that the results of my experiments with insect nests bear way too much similarity to the reports of people who happened to be in the vicinity of UFOs. Think about it and compare the observations of the same phenomena in both cases. Temporary malfunctioning of electronic devices, disrupted clocks-time, an invisible, resilient obstacle to movement, a temporary drop in the weight of objects, the sensation of a decrease in human weight, phosphenes moving, colored flashes in the eyes, galvanic taste in the mouth. I am sure you have read about all this in UFO journals. I am now telling you that it can all be experienced in our museum. Come and visit us! Was I standing on the threshold of yet another mystery? Quite so. And I was helped again by a chance, or better said by my old insect friends. And there came sleepless nights and failures accompanied by doubts and breakdowns, even accidents and no one to turn to for an advice. Everyone would have just laughed, or much worse...

But I can say this, my reader: He is happy who has a more or less adequate use of his eyes, head, and hands. Skillful hands are particularly important and trust me that the joy of creative work, even of work that ends in failure, is far higher and brighter than earning any diplomas, medals, or patents.

 

Flying an Anti-gravitational Platform (excerpts from my diary)

Judge for yourself based on my diary excerpts, obviously simplified and adapted for this book. Pictures and drawings will help you to evaluate my story. It is a hot summer day and the faraway expanses are drowned in a bluish-lilac haze. The gigantic blue dome of the sky with its pufs of clouds stretches over the fields and groves. I am flying about 300 meters above ground with a light elongated tray of a lake in the distant haze serving me as me as a reference point. Blue, intricate contours of treelines slowly recede behind, with fields spreading among them. That bluish-green one is an oat field, the whitish rectangle with a strange, rhythmic twinkling of the sun reflection is that of buckwheat. Straight ahead of me opens a field of alfalfa, with its familiar cobalt medium-green stolen from my oil paintings, while the green oceans of wheat to the right borrowed my deeper, chrome oxide shade. This enormous, multi-colored palette floats further and further behind me. Footpaths meander among the fields and coppices. They join the gravel roads, which it turn stretch further out to join the highway, still hidden in the haze. But, I know that if I flew on the right side of the lake, I would see it, the smooth, gray ribbon without a beginning or an end carrying the matchboxes of cars slowly crawling over its back to their destinies. Isometric, flat shadows of the cumulus clouds ride over the sunny countryside. They are deep-blue where they cover the threes and are of various shades of light blue where they strike the fields. Now I have entered the shadow of one such cloud and I accelerate. It is quite easy for me to do so and leave for the sunshine again. I lean slightly forward and feel the warm, taut wind coming for down below, from the sun drenched soil and vegetation. It does not blow from the side like when you are on the ground, but strangely from the surface up. I physically feel its thick, dense current carrying the strong smell of blooming buckwheat. Of course, this jet can easily lift even a large bird, an eagle may be, or a stork, or a crane, on their frozen, spread wings.

But I have no wings. I stand suspended in the air supported in my flight by a little flat, rectangular platform, which is slightly bigger than the seat of a chair. It has a pole with two handles onto which I hold and with whose help I navigate this device. Is this some science fiction? I wouldn't say so. The interrupted manuscript of this book had lied abandoned for two whole years because our generous, ancient nature had given me another something and again through my insect friends. As usual, it did it elegantly and inconspicuously, yet swiftly and convincingly. The thrill of discovery would not let go of me for two years, even though it seemed to me that I was mastering it at a break-neck speed. But it always happens this way. When your work is new and interesting, the time flies by at double its normal speed. The eye of the lake is already much closer. I can clearly see the highway beyond by now and the match boxes have grown wheels on them. The highway is about 8km away from the railway running parallel to it and if I look closer, I can see the power line poles on the light gray moat of the railway. It is time to turn some 20 degrees to the left. I can't be seen from the ground and not just because of the distance. I cast almost no shadow even in a very low flight. Yet, as I found out later, people sometimes see something where I am in the sky. I appear to them either as a light sphere, a disk, or something like a slanted cloud with sharp edges, which moves strangly according to them, not exactly the way a real cloud would. One person has observed a flat, non-transparent square, about one hectare in size. Could it have been the optically enlarged little platform of my device? Most people see nothing at all though and I am quite pleased with it for the time being. I can't be too careful! Besides, I still haven't determined what my visibility or invisibility depended on. I must confess that I consciously avoid people when in flight and that I, for this very purpose, bypass all cities and towns and try to pass even the cross roads and footpaths at increased speed after making sure there is no one there.

 

I trust only my insect friends depicted in these pages on these excursions, which no doubt are a fiction to the reader but, which are already almost casual to me . The first practical use of my discovery has been entomological research. A way to get to and examine my secret places, to take a picture of them from above and to find new, still uninspected insect lands in need of protection and salvation. Alas, nature has established its own strict limitations on my work. Just as on a passenger plane, I could see but couldn't take photographs [taking pictures on planes was forbidden by law]. My camera shutter wouldn't close and both rolls of film I had with me, one in the camera and the other in my pocket, got light-struck. I didn't succeed in sketching the landscape either, because both my hands were almost always busy. I could only free one hand for a couple of seconds. Thus I could only draw from my memory. I managed to do that only immediately after landing. Though I am an artist, my visual memory is not all that great. I did not feel the same way in my flight as we do when we fly in our sleep. It was with flying in my sleep that I started this book a while ago. Real flying is not so much pleasure as it is work, sometimes very hard and dangerous at that. One has to stand, not hover, with both hands always busy. There is a borderline a few centimeters away separating this space from that on the outside. The border is invisible but quite treacherous. My contraption is still rather clumsy and resembles perhaps a hospital scale. But this is only the beginning! By the way, besides the camera, I have experiernced sometimes trouble with my watch and possibly also with the calendar. While descending onto a familiar glade, I would occasionally find it slightly out of season, with about a two-week deviation but, I had nothing to check it against. Thus, it may be possible to fly not just in space but also, or so it seems, in time. I cannot make the latter claim with a 100% guarantee, except perhaps that in flight, particularly at its beginning, a watch runs eratically, now too slow and then too fast. But, the watch is at its accurate time and speed at the end of the excursions.

Nevertheless, this is one of the reasons why I stay away from people during my journeys. If time manipulation is involved alongside the manipulation of gravitation, I might, perhaps, accidentally disrupt cause-and-effect of relations and someone might get hurt. This is where my fears were coming from. Insects captured there disappear from my test tubes, boxes and other receptacles. They disappear mostly without a trace. Once I had a test tube crushed to tiny bits in my pocket, another time there was an oval hole in the tube glass with brown, as though chitin colored edges as you can see in the picture. I did feel a kind of burning or an electric shock inside my pocket on many occasions, perhaps at the moment of my prisoner's disappearance. I found the captured insect in my test tube only once, but it wasn't the adult ichneumon with white rings on its feelers, but its chrysalis, i.e. its earlier stage. It was alive and it moved its belly when touched but, much to my dismay, it has died a week later.

It is best to fly on clear summer days Flying is much more difficult when it rains and almost impossible in winter. Not because of the cold, since I could have adapted my device accordingly, but being an entomologist, winter trips are useless to me.

I can already see the thicket of carrot weed and make out the light heads of their flowers resembling azure balls, while descending and braking. This I achieve by cross-shifting the filter blinds under the platform's board. The carrot weed is covered with insects of course and an incredible joy overcomes my fatigue, for it was I, who has saved this patch on Earth, as small as it is, less than seven hectares [18 acres]. No one has driven here, no one has cut the grass or tended cattle for twenty years here and the soil has risen in places to fourteen centimeters high. Not only did several locally extinct species of insects return here but, also such weeds as feather grass of rare variety returned along with the purple Scorzonera, whose large flowers smell of chocolate in the morning. I can smell the thick odor of cuckoo flower and only this Middle Glade smells like that. It is right behind the fence of the preserve and fills me once again with the joyful anticipation of another encounter with the World of Insects. Here they are. I can see them very well even from ten meters above the ground, the wide umbrellas and azure balls of Angelica and carrot plants. Dark orange butterflies sitting on them in groups and heavy hornets bow the white and yellow inflorescences of Lady's Bedstraws and ginger. Blue damselflies with trembling wide wings interwoven by a fine network of veins hover next to my head. I slow down even more and all of a sudden I see my shadow flash below me. Hitherto invisible, it has finally appeared and now it slowly glides along weeds and bushes. But I am already safe. there is not a soul around and the highway some three hundred meters north of the preserve is now empty. I can land. The stems of the tallest weeds rustle against the bottom of my podium, my platform with the panel blocks.

But, before setting it down on top of a little bump, I again spread the blinds with my control handle in a fit of joy and rise vertically up, high into the sky. The landscape below quickly shrinks and the horizon begins to curve on all sides in a huge dip opening up the sight of railroad that runs two kilometers on the left with the village on the right of it twinkling with its light slate roofs. Further on the right lies Roslavka, the central estate of the Lesnoy State Farm, which already looks like a small city. Cow farms of the Lesnoy's Komsomolsk branch surrounded by a yellow ring of straw and dry, foot-worn manure are to the left of the railroad. I can recognize a few small houses and the neat white cube of the Yunino railroad terminal some 6km away in the west, where the smooth curve of the railroad disappears (this is somewhat confusing, because the railway is actually straight as an arrow). Beyond Yunino spread the limitless expanses of Kazakhstan, drowning in the hot, bluish haze of this hot summer day. Finally, right below me, lies my Isilkulia. The land of my youth looks very different from how it appears on maps and plans with their inscriptions and signs. It is vast, limitless, alive. It is interspersed with dark, intricate islands of woods, cloudy shadows and bright clear eyes of the lakes. The huge disk of the earth with all this beneath me appears more and more concave for some reason and I still haven't found out the reason for this already familiar illusion. I rise still higher and the rare, white cloud masses sink lower and lower and the sky above turns much darker blue. The fields protruding between the clouds are already covered with the thickening blue haze and they are more and more difficult to distinguish. Too bad I can't take my four-year-old grandson Andrei with me. The platform could easily lift us both but, one can't be too careful.

Goodness, what am I doing? I have cast a shadow back on the Glade, didn't I? This means that I can be seen by thousands, as on that memorable night in March. It is daytime now and I may again appear as a disk, square, or even worse, as my own person. And over there, there is also a cargo plane approaching me, still silent but, quickly growing in size. I can already see the cold shimmer off its body and the flashing of its unnaturally red warning light. Down, quick! I brake abruptly and make a turn. The sun is at my back and my shadow should be across from me, impressed on top of the gigantic, convex wall of a white cloud. But there is no shadow. Only the rainbow glory of the iridescent bright ring familiar to all pilots has brushed the cloud ahead of me. I sigh with relief, because this means that nobody saw either me, or my double in the guise of a triangle, square, or a common saucer. A thought occurs to me (I must say that despite the desperate technical and physical inconvenience, imagination works much better and faster in a falling flight): What if I am not the only one out of the five billion people to have made my discovery? What if flying devices based on the same principle, both home-made and professional, have long been constructed and tested?

   But all screening platforms have the same quality. They become visible to other people sometimes. The pilots themselves are transformed and they are observed as humanoids in silver suites, either short and green, or flat as if made of cardboard (Voronezh, 1989) etc. Thus, it may very well be that these are not alien UFO crewmen, but only people who appear temporarily deformed to the outside observers. It may very well be that they are earthly pilots and builders of little platforms, such as mine, who have made their inventions reliable. My advice to those, who in their study of insects come across the same phenomenon and begin making and testing a gravitoplane (by the way, I am convinced that one can't make the discovery without insects) is this: Fly only on fine summer days. Avoid working in thunderstorms or rain. Do not operate the platform too far or too high. Do not take anything with you from the landing area. Make all assembly units as strong as possible and avoid testing of the device in the vicinity of any power lines, towns (let alone cities), transport, or people. The best site for testing is a distant forest glade, as far away from human habitation as possible. Otherwise you may cause a phenomenon known as poltergeist in the radius of a few dozen meters with unexplained movements of household objects, switching on and off of household electric appliances and even causing fires. I myself have no explanation for all this, but it seems that these phenomena are the consequence of temporal disruptions, a complicated and treacherous activity. Not a single, even tiniest fragment or particle should be dropped either during the flight, or in the landing area. Let us remember the Dalnegorsk phenomenon of January 29, 1986, apparently a tragic one for the inventors, when the entire device was blown apart and scattered over a vast area. Only small shreds of filter cells were found, impossible to analyze chemically (as it should be!). Remember, I wrote that insects taken from there and moved over here disappeared from their test tubes with hole formed in the tubes, if they remained intact at all. It turns out that these holes resemble simmilar holes in windows plate glass. The latter sometimes appear in residential and office buildings, occasionally in bursts in the windows of several rooms and floors. A hole is 3-5 mm on the outside, widening in a cone to he inside, with exit diameter of 6-15 mm. Some holes are melted or colored brown on edges, just as it happened in the case of my insect in my test tube. It seems that this type of poltergeist isn't caused, as I used to believe, by short-lived microplasmoids of tiny ball lightning type, but by particles and specks carelessly dropped while testing a device similar to mine. The photographs of window holes on these pages are documentary and made by me at the scientific center of the Agricultural Academy near Novosibirsk. I can show them to anyone who wants to see them. These holes appeared during 1975-1990, but none of them, except perhaps the very last one, are related to my flights.

Look at these pictures. This is my rather simple device in assembly. A flexible cable inside the steering column trasmits the movement from the left handle to the gravitational louvers. I lift off or land by joining or parting these wing cases. /p>

Once I lost the left handle in a free-falling descent and would have been in a better world if the platform hadn't dug out a rather deep well in the tillage, first a vertical one, then horizontal, facing away from the sun. Thus I not only survived, but I also felt almost no impact, just darkness. I extracted myself and my fairly badly damaged device from this well, although not without effort, because the well had no dirt piles! I had to use all my ingenuity to disguise it. If it were seen from the road, it would have caused much speculation and may even have led some over-zealous investigators to the culprit.

 

 

 

 

Similar wells, also with the side-tunnel and without dirt piles, were suddenly formed on October 24, 1989 in the fields of Khvorostyansk District of Samara Region. Komsomolskaya Pravda [magazine] described it in detail on December 6. of the same year and it seems that I am not alone. I am quite likely reinventing the wheel (inventing a bicycle). Well, actually the top part of my device looks very much like one. The right handle is used for horizontal motion, also achieved via a cable, regulating the incline of both groups of the wing case blinds. I never fly faster than 25 km/min and I prefer to go ten times slower. I don't know whether I have persuaded you, my reader, that similar devices will soon be available to practically everyone, while the living nature, without which humans cannot survive, won't be available to anyone if we don't save it and preserve it.

Flower CSE An unnatural position of such a seemingly common and pleasant object as a living flower can also change its properties. Place a bunch of several dozen bell-shaped flowers (like tulips, primroses, lilies or bell-flowers) upside down above the head of a sitting person. Enclose the flowers in a plastic bag in order to prevent the impact of their smell. Write to me about your results.

Wind-fallen trees: One of my test subjects, a geographer, told me about experiencing the effect of one of my grids. He said that he once had a similar sensation many years ago, when he was passing a wind-fallen section of a forest. His head, ears, mouth and the entire body felt something particularly unpleasant and it had felt the same as what he felt under my grid. This means that the abruptly disrupted shape of the normal multi-cavity space of the forest emanated CSE waves for some time, which were unpleasant to humans.

Before the rain: Run cold water through the shower and slowly move your hand toward the stream of the dropletts from the side. Most people feel warmth from the shower. In reality, this is the CSE reinforced by the motion of ever new elements of the multi-layered grid of water drops and gaps between them. After practicing in the bathroom, try to pick up an even stronger CSE from fountains and waterfalls. A shroud of a distant rainfall creates a powerful CSE field, which has its impact on a large area, even when the atmospheric pressure is high at your location. Have you ever felt sleepy before the rain? Even in enclosed premises? The CSE cannot be screened off.