My Bob Beck Blog

and, I think, a candidate for The Man for the 20^th Century and maybe even the 21^st Century for his AIDS Solution

By Jane Stilwell © 2004  

He jokes about turning underwear inside out and bathing every 6 weeks…

HIS LIFE:           HIS WORK          HIS PASSION

 

YOU ARE THERE AT THE BREAKFAST MEETINGS to observe, inquire (ask questions and listen to the answers), hear what is wanted, get a feeling for detail and deadlines, smell the coffee and taste the grapefruit juice and poached/scrambled eggs of genius and insight in the air! Bob had answers and he shared them freely at the weekly breakfast meeting, and at the Science Congresses in Denver and the Alternative Health Conventions in Seattle and Chicago and Pasadena and San Diego and Del Mar and wherever he had time to go and talk about bioelectric technology. He was always a featured speaker. He had the “Black Boxes” to make it happen!

BO-JANGLES and COUSIN LOIS   

Bob started out like we all did, as a lonely kid. He was born in about 1925, January 22, in a small town in Texas. He happened to have a mean grandmother, who made his cat, Bo Jangles, disappear one day. He happened to go through the Depression fully conscious of it, the Depression, unlike those of us who have that experience to look forward to someday soon when our government’s chickens can’t stay up in the air any longer, or be propped up by economic trickery, and finally come home to roost. He and his parents had to go stay with an Aunt and Uncle, and he had a cousin, Lois, who he was quite fond of. Just fantasies, but he especially likes females who have long, straight hair and bangs like Lois had and are short women (I was too tall for him).                                                     

His family decided at some point to move to Pasadena, California, where I believe his mother took quite an interest in the Mary Baker Eddy crowd. He could quote from their mantras, but was not a devotee himself, when I knew him. He may have distinguished himself in High School and gotten a scholarship to USC. That could explain the move. Or he may have felt, as so many did, that California offered opportunity for young, bright people to achieve technological goals and make more money. He took care of his mother until her death, and always spoke very well of her as his “little mother.”

COLOR-LAB AND MARRIAGE…Later he spent some years as a photo-journalist, but had a girlfriend who insisted he get a job that would keep him coming home at night. He spent many years as the owner of Color Lab in Hollywood, where he owned a house that backs up to the YMCA, and two other houses on Detour and Motor, and was THE photographer every year, until he retired, for the Rose Parade in Pasadena, CA. The YMCA really wanted to buy that house from him for many years, but he wouldn’t sell it!

I believe when he was around 30, a lady named Dorothy talked him into marriage, or he talked her into it

Within a year, neither was too happy, he didn’t care for having to walk the cats on leashes (and similar restrictions), and she probably didn’t care for his devil-may-care habits. She may not have cared for him being a man, from what he says, but we only have his opinion for that

She took a chunk of his money accumulated so far, the airplane she talked him into teaching her to fly, the house (typical in those days), and pretty much took away his ability to put that in the past, be a gentleman and shut up about it, and every allow himself to marry anyone else, as long as I knew him, anyway.

His attitude may have been: “So many women, so little time.” And of course every time you tell your story about how bad someone treated you, you are setting the new person up to be accused of the same thing. Even if they don’t do the same thing, they will always be seen that way

LIFE IS GOOD   On the other hand, life was good for Bob. He could always pick up the tab for dinner (breakfast, and lunch), he could do the work he liked, see whatever woman he liked, impress people with his talents, which ranged from clever to insightful and genius. He didn’t like me to call him a genius, but he really was, He also had an enormous ego, which could get in the way of his genius, especially when young people would come along with great ideas. He was very competitive.

He did tell me one story about going to the Formosa bar, I think in Santa Monica, and on one occasion was accompanied by a young lady with what appeared to be a diamond choker around her neck, with a leash attached. He said he asked the bartender to hold the leash while he went to the restroom. I am sure any of you who knew him in those days can tell some good stories about him.

He told me how many women he had been associated with in his lifetime, but I will leave that item to your imagination. There was one occasion when he was offered a job that he just didn’t have enough room for on his plate. They wanted him for it very much, however, and bribed him with an apartment, complete with an extremely attractive female, one he just couldn’t say no to.

SEVEN WOMEN WITH THE SAME NAME, LET’S SAY IT WAS DINA.. but it was actually something else…Bob moved to Orange County for social reasons. There was a woman in his life, who was very compelling, as I recall she was one of about seven different Dina’s that he went with at different times. H made the move, not a great move in my opinion, to an apartment in Santa Ana, CA. Not a bad neighborhood, but I think he thought it was temporary, so he didn’t think about the limited space and the deteriorating neighborhood. I think he was planning to make a more permanent move to live with Dina, which didn’t happen.

And it was time to move on, this time in a radical intellectual direction, bioelectricity for healing.

BOB HAD A PASSION FOR SCIENCE, HEALING, BETTER TRUTH, AND THE NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE: He had a favorite quote from Winston Churchill: “Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most pick themselves up and continue on as if nothing had happened.”

He had another one about fleas, quoting Jonathan Swift, it took quite a search to find the author:

Big fleas have little fleas
That on their bodies bite em
And little fleas have littler fleas
And so ad infinitum
--Jonathon Swift

Other versions:

Little fleas have littler fleas
And littler fleas that bite em
And littler fleas have littler fleas
And so on infinitum

To poorly misquote, "All those marines have little fleas upon their backs to bite them, and those fleas have littler fleas, and so ad infinitum"

which I can now quote with author, after searching about 15 websites. Bob probably said this in recognition of what we have come to know about disease, that it is in just about every case caused by a bug, more and more often smaller and smaller. They may be allowed entry by some deficiency, but they are the things that give us disease that we want to get rid of by correcting those deficiencies. One website about Fleas and Dogs even said that the information in this little rhyme is not true of fleas, anyway.

Bob and his friends also liked referring to “barking spiders” as a cause for unexplainable events.

IN THE GAPS…He said something else that I did not understand the full significance of. Bob said on several occasions that nobody knows what electricity is. That was a part of his being a physicist that I think set him apart in his integrity about science. He knew that science didn’t know everything, and he was looking for what was in the gaps. I wish he could be here to hear the updates on electricity.

USC AND THE FLASH UNIT He had what was probably a pretty ideal childhood, the negatives acted as challenges (instead of making him a dysfunctional sociopath). I know people with abandonment issues and hardship growing up who are wonderful people, just as Bob was, and I know the other kind. He must have done very well in High School, because college was an opportunity he really took hold of.

He invented the first camera flash unit (replacing flash bulbs, much to the chagrin of flash bulb manufacturers!) and got enough money from his employer for that to pay for his doctorate year at USC. The invention made a ton of money for his employer. And the flash unit came in handy many years later with some alterations and a copper coil. We’ll get to that.

BOOSTING THE IQ: I…For his first job at Lockheed in the San Fernando Valley, CA, he tanked up on Glutamine to make his IQ higher, impressed the hell out of them, and made quite a good starting salary. His degree was in Physics. I think he said his IQ measured 180 for the test.

LASER LIGHT SHOW…One of the things Bob did in Los Angeles was to put on a Laser light show at the Griffith Park Planetarium. Some of you may remember him there, or remember the light show and did not realize that it was run by him. I think I saw it once, and had no idea who he was.

RETIREMENT AND ALIENS…Bob eventually retired, although he never, as far as I know, decided to collect social security. Probably for the same reason my mother didn’t want welfare when she was widowed at 28 with 6 children, neither of them wanted anyone prying into their business. Oh, Well?!?!?!

Bob also had a run-in with aliens, probably back in the 1970s, but since I decided to use that event as a fictionalized event in my science fiction work (ADASHEK), you will have to read that and look for the meeting with aliens to see what that was about. Besides, Bob might not want that as part of his story. He never told me about it, I had to hear it from one of his long-time friends who lived out in Canyon Country. Either he thought it was a little too unbelievable, or he didn’t even believe it really happened. Or he thought it was just too scary for him, or that I wouldn’t believe it.

UFOs AND BIG ROCK   But Bob did tell me about the years when he owned a camper, and made regular trips to the desert, to a place called Big Rock, with a group of like-minded UFO enthusiasts, to camp out on that Rock and wait to sight possible alien landings, or at least stars with strangely blinking red and green lights. I have seen them. Stars don’t normally blink red and green. . Do satellites blink red and green? Maybe airplanes do, but not satellites. That could have been the time frame for the scary meeting with what might have been aliens.

In about 2001 there was a rather large item in the sky, which some thought it was an approaching asteroid, which had several of the red and green blinking items surrounding it. So, maybe it was an asteroid, the red and green blinking items either monitored it until it passed by, or maybe they were capable of changing its outcome. Or maybe it was a rumor started by a JPL employee. That’s how it came to me, third-hand.

Anyway, Bob was out there with his friends, watching all this for a while, and then I would guess that he probably just got bored with those friends and so little going on with the aliens. Besides, there were other interdimensional phenomena to get excited about, like Bilocation, and stroking your dinnerware and wine corkscrews until they bend in lolling loops. He started collecting forks and spoons and corkscrews at Swap Meets. He had very good friends in a lot of areas, and people gravitated to him for his innovative ideas.

And it was time to move on again.

He also went to Psychic Meetings, where he clashed with the liberated and the assertive women and other undiplomatic women. (He always liked to take a tub of take-out fried chicken to those events and laugh at the vegetarians eating chicken.) Bob had many good qualities but he did not like to feel that someone, anyone, male or female, was “busting his balls.” (those were his words.) He was quite sensitive to any questioning of his intellectual authority. Treat him like the Emperor of Electronic and Intellectual excellence, and give him total, unquestioning loyalty, no matter what, and you will remain a part of his breakfast meetings. If you are really privileged, as I was for a couple of years, breakfast everyday was normal. He also was fond of an English Tea Room in Costa Mesa, CA (occasionally), and the Crab Cooker in Newport Beach, more often.

I got in the habit of not talking very much, because I could see that silly female chatter, especially from females trying to call attention to themselves, and not pay attention to him, were not women he spoke highly of in private. Frankly, I am an IQ junkie, and I was willing to pay attention to his likes and dislikes for the privilege of hearing him talk about the “Black Boxes” that would cure the incurable, make you smarter, and make pain disappear in 30 seconds. So I developed a rather unusual privilege. When I did have something to say, he listened. It didn’t matter if it was in the middle of an important speech and I wanted to make an announcement over the microphone. I was allowed to do that and he would stop everything and allow me to do that. You can bet I didn’t do that very often, just often enough to impress me that I could. There were occasions when I took part in presentations, and spoke about my experiences with the “Black Boxes,” so I may show up on one of the videos.

I also liked his sense of humor. If he was displeased he would growl: “Arrrrr!!!!” That sounded fun to me so I growled right back at him, and he thought it was funny.

He had a device that showed ambient electrical activity, and when he sent me out to look for a house to buy, I had to check the electrical level. Every one I found was not to his liking. There were always too many power lines overhead.

I also got to do laundry, take out the trash, a little housecleaning (very little, he did not require that and didn’t like anyone looking at his “stuff,” a pretty normal attitude, I think), travel to various and very interesting science congresses and health shows, and do various prepping chores for the electronic “Black Boxes” that he made a business of.

Bob had bad knees, I don’t know for how long, but he did have a long illness which kept him in bed for a long period of time. That will weaken the knees seriously. I also woke him up during sleep apnea episodes, which seemed to get him over that problem. It was something that always happened before a big speech. I convinced him that he was so knowledgeable and such a good speaker that he need never be nervous about giving a speech, and could say anything he liked. Ad-libbing was okay, and he was quite aware of the language he could legally use. He might say to you directly (and I paraphrase): “This is for experimental purposes, I cannot prescribe or give advice; that would be illegal.

I also convinced him one time when he was extremely depressed, that with as much money as he had, he should get his knees fixed, so he would look nice if he died. Forcing him to see himself visually in a coffin brought him out of it immediately with a smile, and we probably went out for lunch. I don’t think he ever let himself get depressed like that again as long as I knew him. I am pretty sure that every time he even thought about it, he pictured himself with new knees (at his funeral). The visual does not support depression. One can only be depressed in their feelings or kinesthetic.

INFIRMITY FOR A WHILE…A nurse friend from San Diego came and took care of him for part of that time, and I can only imagine that it was extremely stressful for her to live with his rigid requirements and discomfort. I met her. It seemed to me that she avoided speaking to him, or being anywhere near him. He had the good grace to speak well of her. He also had a friend who stayed with him and took care of chores. His friend later ended up in prison for murder, of which everyone I talked to though he was innocent.

A close friend of his, who is an engineer for a major aerospace company, got the company alternative therapy lady to come see him, burned some sage on a cookie sheet at the foot of his bed (it may have been more complicated, but that’s how he described it), and even though it was quite painful, he came out of it immediately.

It left him with the bad knees. He could pretty much walk to the car, drive, and walk into the restaurant for breakfast (and lunch and dinner), but that was all. He didn’t like to drive any distance, like to Pasadena, so I drove him there for the alternative health events. He had another friend who had given him a lot of help on another project, who strongly recommended exercise even if it had to be artificially administered with electrodes at the top and bottom of the muscles on the inner thigh (the ones that go first and are the hardest to get back), but as cheaply as this friend could have helped him, as convenient as he could have made it, and as much as it would have helped him, he refused, preferring to hobble uncomfortably from apartment to car to restaurant

He used a Hoby-Cart when he went to swap meets and alternative health events, but did not take it on the airplane to the Science Congress.

ALMOST BEYOND ROMANCE…I was not a girlfriend to Bob. He was 69 when I met him (terribly impressed by the Brain Tuner and its biggest developer), and even though every man wants to meet a woman somewhere, somehow, who will overcome all barriers, including motivation, and physical disability, I was too tall (he liked little, short women). He did like being seen with me, however, and allowed people to think what they liked. Bob was past romance at that point (except maybe for one lady in Long Beach he told me about who was ringing his chimes—but then men do exaggerate when their ego is at stake—she was a nice lady, but wanted a ring and marriage, and tended to want to argue about it in the middle of the night—I hate having to lose sleep over those things).

However, Bob did say on a number of occasions that “relationship” was the most important thing in life, in his life. Bob had no trouble with endearments. He used the word “love” freely, and I believe he was as intimate and loving a person as he was capable of. One time when I had a problem with my car on the way to work, he told me I was “stupid” for letting it happen. I told him that car needed killin’ and never to call me “stupid” again, and he didn’t!

He was not good at paying his bills, not because he couldn’t, but because he couldn’t be bothered. So, every time there was a big event to speak at, which involved several days out of town, there would be a mad rush to collect all the bills and get them paid up, including the tax bills on his houses in Los Angeles. He didn’t want any utilities turned off while he was out of town. In the last six months or so that I lived with him, I pretty much collected all the bills and paid them as we went along, including the hospital bills, mostly without mentioning it to him. (Although I can tell you that if you have a big hospital bill, and offer to pay it in cash, they will probably give you as much as a 50% discount.)

I did finally have to leave because I had to have surgery, and Bob was in no shape to take care of me for even a short time. I needed to be where I could take care of myself with a little help, and have visits from my family and friends. Bob’s place was not for visiting or for being taken care of. I was the one who did the laundry, not Bob, as it should be, of course!

HIATAL HERNIA…He had a hiatal hernia, and was not able to keep anything down. One of his “Black Boxes” seemed to be helping him lose weight, a life-long struggle for him. If he hadn’t gotten Botox treatments for the hiatal hernia, he would have spent more of his last few years very uncomfortably. These Botox treatments were at least six months apart. He thought the “Black Box” was helping him lose weight, and I’m sure it was good for his health, but it was the Hiatal Hernia that was really making him way too thin. Everything he ate or drank came right back up!

The BT- 5 and BT-6 fit in about the late 80s. I am not sure what happened with Meg Patterson, but she is the one who came up with the Brain Tuner; which came out of the Pachi-Pachi in China. People on drugs would go into the hospital to be treated, get the Pachi-Pachi treatment, and when they got out of the hospital they would go back to their drugs, they didn’t work as well. They would get mad at their drug dealers. The Brain Tuner and its predecessor, the Pachi-Pachi, will get rid of drug addiction, but if you insist, you can go back on it. Write if you want me to send you some information on that.

Bob seems to be the one who ran with it. He had a manufacturer in San Diego who built them, for embarrassingly little money, but then Bob always said nothing has a higher mark-up than something in a little “Black Box” that does something you don’t understand and can’t do for yourself. And the Brain Tuner was all of that and then some

BOOSTING THE IQ—II   It is reputed, and I can e-mail a copy of the paper on the subject, to cure the symptoms of drug addiction, depression, and migraines, among other things. I found that within five days after starting to use it, I no longer wanted chocolate, and the prickly stress pains in my stomach disappeared. I eat chocolate now, but those pains never came back. I also found that people started remarking that I must be a genius. I didn’t think anything of it, until Bob told me about the experiments they ran on college students six weeks before the final exam in their physics class, along with IQ tests before 3 weeks of the brain tuner and 6 weeks after, at the time of the final exam. It improves something, maybe comprehension, maybe IQ. Bob and I discussed it, and it is one of the things we agreed on about human knowledge and intelligence: NO MATTER WHAT THE TREATMENT OR THEORY, THERE MAY BE A DIFFERENT REASON FOR IT THAN THE ONE CURRENTLY BELIEVED. (See what is currently happening in Quantum Physics!) IT IS POSSIBLE THAT THE BRAIN TUNER WAS JUST KILLING GERMS AND VIRUSES, ALTHOUGH THE USUAL EXPLANATION IS THAT IT IS NORMALIZING BRAIN WAVES WITH A SQUARE WAVE, and making more neural connections. Bob and I felt that this applied equally to the other “Black Boxes” such as the one with the electrodes on the wrist for AIDS (curing the symptoms of 40 diseases we don’t even know are there yet!). There are bioelectric names for each, but I will talk about them generally as “Black Boxes” and specifically for what each one does that can legally be claimed (like preserving plants and stimulating their growth) and for what it may do for me specifically, or for people I know.

A NEW LEASE ON LIFE…FOR BOB AND FOR THE AIDS PATIENTS…When Bob got his teeth into the AIDS—HIV issue, it gave a great deal of direction and purpose to the last 10 or 12 years of his life. And couldn’t we all use that! He was retired from Color Lab, but it had to feel pretty important and distinctly worthwhile to realize intuitively, when he read about someone at Albert Einstein College removing blood from an AIDS patient, running a current through it to kill the virus (and any other germs, including 40 we may not even know about), and returning the blood to the patient, THAT IT WAS A SHORT STEP FROM THAT TO USING ELECTRODES ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE BODY OVER TWO VESSELS ON THE ANKLE OR THE WRIST FOR 20 MINUTES OR MORE A DAY, TO KILL THE VIRUS!

And it only took a matter of 3 to 6 weeks, and could be done at home. But no parades or neon lights or ticker tape. Anyone who sells a “Black Box” that will do this, risks having someone show up at the door with a “cease and desist” order(You can make available a kit which the user can easily assemble themselves. They have a legal right to “manufacture” their own “Black Box.”) The FDA is not running any tests, and they don’t approve it. But then they haven’t tested Bypass Surgery either, they just don’t mention that it hasn’t been approved, nor does it have a very good track record. If I needed Bypass Surgery, I would go get some Cayenne pepper and start adding it to my cocoa and protein powder, but that is my own researched and individual choice, which I have a right to make. I would say no to the Bypass Surgery.

It did take one more “Black Box” to make the symptom cure more permanent (actually two, the Colloidal Silver maker and the Magnetic Pulser, I will get back to both of those). Bob was rather disappointed to realize that the largest group affected in this country, the homosexuals, were inclined to return to their normal activities that gave them AIDS in the first place. The good part of that is that the AIDS virus cannot mutate and become immune to the “electrodes on the wrist.” It kills all of the AIDS viruses indiscriminately or is at least a “relief from the symptoms of” AIDS. How Kool is that!

Disheartening (that they go back to the activities that gave them AIDS), but there were other groups, pregnant women, children of drug addicts, hemophiliacs, and the entire continent of Africa (where as many as 3 out of 4 people may have AIDS) continued to make it worthwhile to get the word out.

My experience is that lots of people want an “electrodes on the wrist” Black Box, and they get all excited about a group of people they know of, who really need it…and you never hear from them again!

Bob had other adventures, some exciting, some scary, at one Science Congress in Denver, he got word that some agency like the FDA was going to arrest him, so there was a very hurried escape through back hallways. I think if they really wanted to run him down, they could have done it any time, any place, like at home. The only purpose in trying to arrest him there was perhaps they thought they had some evidence from the speech he gave, public embarrassment and discrediting, and they didn’t have to take the responsibility for arresting him at home and confiscating a small apartment full of “stuff” which really would have been a lot of trouble to catalog, analyze, and find fault with. He didn’t keep a lot of the products there that he developed and promoted. That was left to manufacturers and distributors.

But back to the attempted arrest, he was upset that not everyone around him stayed right with him. He had a good escort, and the people around him who went in different directions did so to deflect attention from him and it was hoped that would confuse anyone who was looking for Bob. That was apparently successful, as Bob was not arrested, and returned home by air where he was picked up by me in his own car with a short trip from the exit by wheelchair. I was along on that trip, but came home early with food poisoning. (I don’t recommend eating fish that far away from the source of fish.)

And then there was a triumphant Tuesday breakfast where he could report on the speech, distribute tapes, talk about his amazing escape from the FDA (or whoever was trying to scare him), and deservedly be the hero of the day.

I truly believe, no, I don’t believe it, I KNOW IT, that developing an alternative “cure from the symptoms of” AIDS entitles Bob Beck to some sort of MAN OF THE CENTURY award, if not MAN OF TWO CENTURIES or MAN FOR ALL TIME award.

Of course, I call any apparent cure, a “cure for the symptoms of” to protect  my ability to discuss such a cure legally. Aspirin is usually labeled a “cure for the symptoms of” headaches and other ailments, never hailed as a CURE! But what happened if your headache went away? Right, that 4-letter “C” word!

Bob had a truly wonderful ability to inspire people to look for him, study his written words so that they could ask questions and discourse with him without offending him by asking questions he had already answered in his papers, pay him for his “Black Boxes”  or fire-starter acupointers labeled “for experimental purposes only,” and report back whatever good effects they experienced. People thought he was a wonderful genius who worked tirelessly for their health and intelligence. And he WAS!!!

He had a number of very good friends, some of whom attended the Tuesday morning breakfasts, others were at a distance because they had careers to attend to, and knew him from professional societies in other parts of the country. They are an amazing assortment of intellectuals and geniuses, some willing to sublimate their own renown, others quite able to be renowned and simultaneously celebrate his renown. I will not name them, but will leave it to them to add their voices to his tribute in their own way.

I can verify that. I was there the night he got up at 4 a.m., went into the workroom, and said to himself: “I wonder how many 9-volt batteries it would take to make Colloidal Silver?” The answer, which he reported to me the following morning, was 3. He later discovered it could be done with only 1 (ONE!) 9-volt battery, but the whole process goes better with 3, and you don’t have to change the battery as often.

I have met other people who made primitive forms of colloidal silver by scraping silver into water and hoping for a solution that was usable, but this was the first practical home method for making a good colloidal solution.

If you want to heal yourself, you have to be willing to make your own decisions about your own health, make a decision to live healthier and longer than your family and your community and your doctor think you can live. If you are willing to “think for yourself” instead of relying on others to let you go back to your normal TV and beer and life as it always was, then Bob Beck and his “Black Boxes” are on your list of options to consider

I made this decision when I had cancer surgery, and decided to refuse radiation and chemotherapy. I used many alternative therapies, including something as ordinary and innocent as Almond Extract (1 tsp., source of Laetrile), and I used Bob’s “Black Box” electrodes over my blood vessels on my wrist, and the other things that he suggests along with it. I had to make my own decisions, no one remedy guaranteed me anything.

I don’t recommend anything, because I am not a doctor, and cannot legally recommend or prescribe, but I am allowed to say what I did that worked for me and for others I know. I also used a couple of other protocols: the colloidal silver, not to be overdone, and the Magnetic Pulser. I can tell you how to get them, but you have to ask, because I cannot, as I said, suggest or recommend anything, legally. But I am allowed to say that they saved my life. I would not be alive to tell my story, or Bob’s, without his insightful genius.

MAGNETIC PULSE GENERATOR…The Magnetic Pulse Generator, interestingly enough, can be made from a coil of copper wire, and a Camera Flash unit, the invention that got Bob through his last year at USC back in the 40s. I won’t tell you how to do it, this one is very difficult to give directions for, although I could probably conduct a seminar and show people how to make their own. I was one of the few people he showed how to make the Magnetic Pulse Generator, probably only myself and his manufacturers. It is available quite reasonably. E-mail me for information.

The Magnet Pulser is used over lymph glands, where the AIDS virus tends to hide. The virus is killed in the lymph glands, and there may be a good chance of a much longer life without the use of any dangerous AIDS drugs, although I can legally and safely only suggest it for use on your plants.

COLLOIDAL SILVER   Colloidal Silver is something I choose to use, but I can’t recommend that either, so I will say, quite safely, that you can use Colloidal Silver, or its Hoity-Toity cousin, Ionic Silver, to preserve your Christmas Tree and prevent those Christmas tree fires, and preserve your cut flowers longer. Bob thought it provided a second immune system for the AIDS patient while he or she was using the “Black Box” to kill the virus. By the way the virus killer “Black Box” is also referred to as a Plant Growth Stimulator, and can be legally used and recommended for that purpose. Bob used the Colloidal Silver as a spray for his scalp and had some hair regrowth.

Bob also showed me how to construct the MRT, an acupointer device. He had no patience, and would not watch while I did it. I had to bite the bullet and learn how to do it by watching him do it. I have hand-written and very specific directions for making them. If you want to know more about it you can get the paper from JaneStilwell@BobBeck.com

The Adashek book, which includes the fictionalized meeting with Aliens is not finished yet, but will be available at the website

THE WOMAN WHO BELIEVES SHE IS LIKE A GIANT REDWOOD TREE

Signed,

One of Bob’s Short term companions,

Jane Stilwell

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