LIVESTREAM, Tue 18 February 2024 at 22:00 CET
A look at two independent parties that historically observed transmutations in cavitation systems that appear to support current experimental observations in other independent party work.
References
Shishkin, A., (Oct 2018) “New type of penetrating radiation”
Shishkin, A., (22 Nov 2013) “Method of protection from strange radiation”
Fomitchev-Zamilov, M. (Oct 2014) “Apparent Synthesis of Nitrogen and Oxygen from Heavy Hydrocarbons: the Case for LENR”
Super presentation Bob, chocked full of reinforcing, consistent data and supports TSG. I appreciated hearing how Shishkin got started in all of this. Is cavitation a better way to mass produce nitrogen? And oxygen is a by-product too? Also explains why in the phenomena I study there is often the smell of sulfur around. There is a whole book written about the prevalence of sulfur smells around "paranormal" sites: The Brimstone Deceit by Joshua Cutchin. https://a.co/d/hY9cREJ
................I'm just going to leave this here.
Once upon a YouTube cheery, while I plodded through much theory,
Over many a cup-and-saucer of Tim Horton's most prized score,
While I plodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a yapping,
As of someone's voice entrapping, trapping me within his lore.
'Tis some scientist', I uttered, yapping o'er' my Horton's score.
Merely this, and nothing more.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was a speech of LeClair's splendour,
When his cavitation's embers wrought malaise upon his form.
Eagerly he wished the research, vainly he had risked in recourse,
Within a science surcease of discourse - discourse of how to safely bore.
Now to be known forever fore.
And the silty, sad uncertain cavitations of each foiled capacitation,
Thrilled him - filled him with dilapidations never felt before.
So that now, to maintain the beating of his heart,
He stood medically entreating, "Tis a sickness I have caught, in fleeting,
Some serious sickness I have caught, in fleeting, not from foils in water's wore.”
"That it's not, and nothing more."
At that moment, his soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer,
"Doctor", said he, "truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was merely testing, upon foils in water resting,
Applied with sonars softly cresting, cresting rendering foils wore,
That scare I thought any danger - It's completely safe!” he swore.
Now sick he'll be, forever more.
Yes, as deep into that fluid peering, long he stood there pioneering,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no wizard ever dared to dream before!
But the foil gave no token, and the research lent no notion,
And the only words there spoken were the whispered words, “A bore...”.
Wrong he was, forever more.
Into the doctor's office turning, all his cells within him burning,
As just then he heard a tapping, he entered, yapping bore.
“Sir,” said he, “It seems something's scrambled in your lattice;
Let us see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Please remain seated, and this malaise we will explore."
"Please sit down", and nothing more?
Upon his desk he searched his clutter, with many pages blowing aflutter,
Searching, finding, rejoicing, he then sat and thought upon them more.
Within he gazed the stately cause of the quaintly injuries he bore;
Then not the least assurance made he; not a stretch of compassion had he;
With bedside manner of lord or lady, he declared why this pain he bore.
Perched upon his podium, declaring why this pain he bore.
To be delivered cold, and nothing more.
Then this clinical quack beguiling his parched dry-mouth into smiling,
By the grave and stern compose of bedside manner that he wore,
Said, “Sir, thy cells be sore and shaken, thou,” said he, “art surely raving;
It's clear to me that radiation, hath descended o'er yours.
Tell me NOW what there shone, whether plutonium or core."
To quoth LeClair, “Never, nor.”
Much he marvelled at this ungainly claim to hear discoursed so plainly,
As in this answer little sense was — as no radiancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being,
Ever yet was cursed by seeing upon foil, in water, in chord.
Foil or foe, in water, in chord.
LeClair repeated, “Never, nor.”
........ Just a reminder to be safe whenever working with transmutation !