My Father, Wilhelm Reich, vs The UFOs
Excerpted from A Book of Dreams, by Peter Reich, published by Harper and Row, copyright 1973
[Richard Fosh obtained this article and Laozu Kelly just sent me a copy. The reason I’m sticking my neck out, a little, by transcribing it, here, is so that you can see the striking parallel between Dr Reich’s situation and work and this network’s, which neatly follows on his coattails. This article was my introduction to Peter Reich, whom I admired before finishing the second page. I’ll hunt for a copy of the book. ~Don]
In 1954, three years before his death in a federal penitentiary, Wilhelm Reich led a research expedition to the Southwest to further the study of Orgone Energy. Already, he had invented the Orgone Energy Accumulator for treatment of body energy fields. Now he wanted to experiment with the Earth’s energy field.
Half a deer walked up to my house and rattled at the door. When I didn’t answer, the deer went away and I watched him turn into a whole deer. He walked away into the trees where the wind was watery voices of people I did not know.
Strange, watery voices were all I could hear. I could not see because I was my eyes, my eyes were crying so hard because I was so afraid.
In the voices they were talking about the deer. I went out of the house when the deer was gone. The lawn ws soggy long grass that lay in thick strands like washed hair. I was surprised that the lake had climbed gthe hill to the cabin. The water, rising up the hill, was cloudy and bright yellow as if the sun were caught beneath it.
As I ranged up and down the shores of the swollen lake I saw a man’s feet floating beneath the surface. The bottoms of his feet were near the surface and sometimes small waves broke over them. The rest of the man disappeared beneath the water.
When I opened my eyes, doctors and nurses were moving around me talking in a strange language. A white sheet was over me. Oh, Jesus Christ, I’ve been in a dream and suddenly I’m waking up in a strange place. I don’t know who I am or where I am or what is happening. What is that language?
I closed my eyes but all there was to see was water so I opened them again. But I didn’t see differently or know more. Sometime, a long time ago, something must have happened and I got amnesia, and now I’m waking up in this hospital--is it a mental hospital? There was a mental hospital somewhere…
My arm began to hurt so I lay back on the table and tried to relax and remember as much as I could.
I was born in New York City on April 3, 1944. My mother and father, Ilse Ollendorff and Wilhelm Reich, lived at 9906 Sixty-ninth Avenue in Forest Hills. The telephone number was Boulevard 8-5997. We lived there or a long time and then we moved to Maine. My father was a psychiatrist. When we moved to Maine he bought a big tract of land and called it Orgonon. He discovered Orgone Energy, which was Life Energy. He did a lot of experiments with it and lots of other doctors and scientists came to help. The big thing was the accumulator. It was like a box and you sat in it and it made you feel better. I was happy then. A lot ofpeople said my father was a quack. A lot of bad things happened I can’t remember…
The doctor came over and spoke to me in a funny language. He said something about gas…
Wait. My parents were separated. My father died. I went to a Quaker boarding school. Then I went to college in Maine and took my junior year abroad…Yes, that was it, I was remembering. I was in France. Those people were speaking French.
I was in France, now, in 1963, and there had been an accident. I had gone to Geneva with a friend who had a motorcycle. We stayed overnight in a youthhostel and went to visit the United Nations palace the next day. Then we started back to Grenoble and coming around a hairpin curve we went off the road. That was why my shoulder hurt: I had dislocated my shoulder.
That was why there was pain and why I was in the hospital afraid to close my eyes because of the water. There was a dream in the gas.
The doctor came back again and smiled. He said they had not been able to get my shoulder back in its socket and would have to give me gas again. Again? Had I already been through some dream? The mask came over my face slowly and it was sickening and familiar. This has happened before and before. There is another dream. There was an incredible dream I had that no one would ever believe. The gas was sweet as I tried to remember and already one had passed and two was coming because I was a soldier in a war long ago but no one would ever believe threeor four and already it was racing down a purple corridor with neon numbers clicking on and off in the trillions spinning all the way through the purple ribbon bent around the side of my head, encircled it, grew wider and wider and because no one would believe what happened was all black.
So, I finally made sergeant. It was 1954. Tightening the white plastic Sam Browne belt around my waist and over my chest, I adjusted the shiny new sergeant’s badge over my heart and looked down the road. A car was coming so I blew the whistle.
On either side of me, a few yards down the road, privates swung their wrists, leaning two stop signs out into the road. The car stopped.
I lifted my white sergeant’s pole, swung it around in front of me and looked at the third-grader standing next to me. ‘Okay,’ I said.
We walked to the other side. I swung the pole around and let the third-grader walk up the asphalt pathway to Edward L. Wetmore School. Beyond the low school building, children were playing on a large dusty playfield.
I walked back across the road and blew the whistle again. The two stop signs swung back and the car drove past.
As soon as he got his sign up, Rudy yelled at me. ‘Hey, stupid, yhou’re not supposed to hold the white pole in front of you. It is supposed to be in the direction you’re going!’
Rudy was mad because I made sergeant before he did. But he didn’t try as hard as I did. Ray Urbelejo made lieutenant. He’s my friend.
‘I’ll do it any way I want to.’
Actually, I was a sergeant before, but nobody knew about that. Ray and Rudy wouldn’t understand. I’m a lieutenant too, in the cavalry, and my scout is named Toreano, but they wouldn’t understand that, either. I’m a lieutenant when I wear the Stetson and a sergeant when I wear the pith helmet. As soon as we got to Tucson, Bill and I called Daddy, because ehe was coming in his car with Eva. I asked him if I could buy a real cowboy hat and he said okay. So we went to Jacome’s and bought a real Stetson for $12. It’s a real cowboy hat. Then when Daddy arrived and our expedition began, he bougtht pith helmets for all of us and I got a red crayon and painted sergeant’s stripes on it. Bill Moise, my brother-in-law, is a lieutenant and we’re cosmic engineers. But Ray and Rudy wouldn’t understand.
‘Hey, stupid, there’s a car coming!’ Rudy looked at me impatiently as I blew the whistle.
As soon as we were relieved, I went back up to the locker room to hang up my belt and go out to look for popsicle sticks. We walked to the jungle jim where most of the kids ate their popsicles and started picking them up.
I sat down and started to jam the first bunch of sticks into my engineer boots. Ray sat down next to me.
We picked up popsicle sticks until our boots were stuffed up to the top and then we took out our yoyos. Ray did some around-the-horns and I just let mine sleep for a while. We yoyoed for a while watching dust devils sweep across the playground.
‘Hey,’ said Ray, ‘I thought you had one of those glow-in-the-dark yoys.’ He swung his red glow-in-the-darker around the world and dropped into a baby’s cradle.
My black diamond Duncan flipped back into my hand after a double around-the-horn.
‘Yeah, well, you see, my dad said I had to get rid of it on account of the glow-in-the-dark stuff.’
‘Well, you seek, he works with some radioactive stuff and he told me that the glow-in-the-dark on the yoyo and his radioactive stuff don’mt mix. It might make me sick or something.’
‘Wow, that sounds eerie. What kind of stuff does your dad do?’ He dropped his yoyo into a long sleep. I swung my yoyo around the world and when it got back, walked the doggy.
‘Well, actually, we’re on an atmospheric research expedition.’
‘An expedition? Wow!’ He flipped his yoyo back into his hand.
‘Yeah, and you see we’ve got this machine called a cloudbuster--but it really isn’t a machine--and we use it to make rain. My dad, he decided to come down here and break the drought.’ Daddy always said not to brag, but I was just telling.
‘You mean you can really make it rain’
‘Sure. Last year when we were back East, in Maine, there was a drought and all the blueberries were drying up. You know, that’s where they grow blueberries.’
‘Yeah?’ He palmed his yoyo and listened.
‘Yeah. So these blueberry growers heard about the cloudbuster and called my dad up. They said they’d give him ten thousand dollars to make it rain.’
I swung around the horn. It wasn’t bragging, it was just telling the truth. Besides, I’d never tell him about the flying saucers.
‘Yup, twenty-four hours after we worked the cloudbuster it started the rain. The weather bureau had said there wouldn’t be any rain for a couple of days and then, wham.’ The yoyo slapped back into my hand just as the bell rang and we started back toward the school building.
‘Well, gee, your dad must be pretty rich then, if he can go around making rain for money, especially out here.’ He grinned.
‘Well, we’re not really rich. You see, there’s a problem with the government.’
‘Yeah, they don’t believe it works, so they’re giving my dad a hard time about it…it’s kind of complicated.’
‘Wow, Well, do you think I could come over sometime and look at the cloud-thing?’
‘Yeah, I guess so.’
And I thought if we stayed friends, maybe I could tell him about the flying saucers.
We sat on the last seat of the schoolbus going home playing tic-tac-toe on the back of my cowboy jacket with the fringes on it.
After letting Ray off, the bus made a few more stops and then swung back onto the main road for a while before it turned onto our road. I got my jacket and boots together and walked up to the front of the bus when we got near our ranch.
The bus driver was a big strong man with curly blond hair. He looked like the kind ofmuscle men they showed at the end of cocmic books, and the muscles in his arms ripped as he steered around the last corner before our place. I leaned down and saw the cluster of pipes from the cloudbuster sticking up between the had green Palo Verde leaves. The bus driver stopped right by the bate and instead of opening the door, the driver turned around and looked at me.
‘Hey,’ he said, ‘I’ve been meaning to ask you. What is that thing with the pipes?’ The lines around his nose dropped into a sneer around his mouth.
‘We call it a cloudbuster,’ I said, starting down the steps to get off.
‘A clodbuster?’ He grinned. There was a black space between two of his teeth. He turned away, leaned forward on the steering wheel and looked back at the cloudbuster. From where the bus was he could see the whole truck with the platform on the back. The black square base, the cables leading up to the pipes and the spinning wave on the side of the truck. He nodded, ‘A clodbuster, huh?’
‘No,’ I said, ‘a cloudbuster.’
‘Well, uh, what do they use this clodbuster for?’ He held one hand on the door-opening lever like he wouldn’t open until I told him.
‘Uh, we use it for atmospheric research. Can I get out, please?’
‘Atmospheric research? Ha. What’s that?’ He grinned.
‘Well, uh, it is for an experiment in weather control.’ I stepped down until I was right in front of the door.
He nodded and grinned again. ‘Oh, I see. That there clodbuster controls the weather, huh? Well just don’t bust any of my clods. Ha Ha.’ His big hand pulled back on the lever and the door swung open. I stepped down into the dust. He held the door open and looked at me with his mouth open. Then he said, ‘Well, take it easy, clodbueter,’ and slammed the door.
The bus started down the road in a cloud of dust and I watched it get smaller and smaller. He made me feel bad. That was why I had to be brave. It was emotional plague.
When the bus was gone, I turned and walked across the rail ence and down the driveway to the ranch. Daddy called it Little Orgonon. But I didn’t like it as much as Orgonon. The cloudbuster was off to the side of the driveway. Painted on the door was the big red spinning wave that Daddy always talked about. I didn’t understand it but he said it was the key to how the flying saucers worked.
Hobbling on account of the popsicle sticks in my boots, I walked down the driveway toward the house. When I got to the Palo Verde tree next to the kitchen I pulled off my boots and spilled the popsicle sticks sinto two piles on the ground. Daddy’s car wasn’t there so I’d have time to work before he got back.
I felt around in the sand near the base of the tree until I found the buried metal plate. I dug the sand away from the plate and lifted it up. Beneath it was a small hole in the ground. I reached into the hole carefully, because there might be scorpions, and took out a small bundle wrapped in black banana skins. I laid the bundle on the metal plate and slowly unwrapped the brightgreen glow-in-the-dark yoyo. It was a beautiful bright yoyo and I was sorry I couldn’t play with it. I slipped the loop oer my finger to do a few whirls with it but then I remembered that Daddy said it was bad for me. I put it back onto the metal plate and went into the kitchen for water. I poured the water into the hole to loosen up the dirt and then I started digging.
Daddy said I had to bury the glow-in-the-dark yoyo because the glow stuff was deadly just like fluorescent light. Glow-in-the-dark light was bad energy and it didn’t mix with Orgone Energy, which was good energy. Daddy was trying to kill the bad energy in the atmosphere. Bad energy came from flying saucers and bombs. The cloudbuster cleaned the atmosphere of the deadly orgone--we called it DOR--and ought the flying saucers. Only we called the flying saucers EAs. It was initials. The E stood for something and the A stood for something. Daddy told me what it was but I forgot. We had names for a lot of stuff. The EAs’ energy was like glow-in-the-dark energy and it made us sick.
We were all sensitive to strange energy things, especially Eva. Fluorescent light was really bad and Eva could never understand how people survived in office buildings with dead light energy. The same with glow-in-the-dark watch dials or television. It got so bad that Eva could tell if someone was wearing a glow-in-the-dark watch just by feeling the energy around him. She could feel TV that way, too, and it made her sick. She was the one who spotted my green glow-in-the=-dark yoyo. One day when I came near her she elt funny and got a little green herself. She asked me what I was wearing and where I had been. Then I took out the glow-in-the-dark yoyo and started yo-yoing and she almost fainted. That was when Daddy said I had to bury it.
The wet sand had made a dark slipper pile next to me and I had to reach almost all the way up to my shoulder to reach the end of it. When it was long enough, I hollowed it outfor a while to make it bigger and then I moved the popsicle sticks over closer. Just like in the old gold mines in the westerns. I started putting them against the walls and on the ceiling, lining the hold just like a real gold mine. It was really exciting making the mine and thinking that maybe someday someone would be diging there and find it. It was the kind of adventure that Ray wouldn’t understand at all. After a while I noticed that I was actually starting to feel a little sick, too, just from being so close to the yoyo.
Sometimes I thought Eva was feeling too much with the TV sets and the glow-in-the-dark watches, but I’d been observing more and more and I wasn’t really sure.
The first thing Daddy said once he and Eva arrived in Tucson and I had shown him my new Stetson was that we all had to have an unrigid way of feeling and observing. Like before we used the cloudbuster, we always waited for a while, and looked at the sky to see what was there and what we felt. To use the cloudbuster you had to know how the sky felt and we got pretty good at it. Sometimes, on a day when we all felt bad, even if we were far apart, we found out later that there was an atomic bomb explosion or an EA attack.
The EA attacks and the atomic bomb explosions coincided with bad DOR, and we could tell because eery time the sky was ugly brownish grey and people felt bad and looked bad, we found out that there had been a bomb. The cloudbuster made the atmosphere and people feel better. Sort of like the accumulator only bigger. And we were the only people who knew about it.
Just as I put the last popsicle sticks into the tunnel, I heard a car and Daddy drove up. He parked in front of the house and walked over to where I was working.
‘Hi, Peeps,’ he said, ‘What are you doing? Did you have a good day?’
‘Yeah, I’m burying the yoyo like you said.’
‘Good. It’s very dangerous to have that around. You must be careful of toys like that. This happened before, don’t you remember?’
‘But I still don’t understand why I have to bury it,’ I said, putting the yoyo wrapped in banana skins all the way to the end of the gold mine tunnel.
‘I have told you, Peeps, that the glow-in-the-dark paint has a negative charge. It is like fluorescent light. Do you know the glass bulb I have in my car?’ Taped to the back window of his car, Daddy had a small glass vaccum bulb with a little vane-like propeller in it. On one side the vanes were white and on the other side they were black. He said it was a miniature model of an Orgone motor. I nodded. ‘Well, you know that Orgone Energy makes the propeller turn around. DOR slows it down. That is why it turns faster on bright days and slower on bad days. But it won’t turn at all under fluorescent light or the kind of glow-in-the-dark light of your yoyo. Rather than giving off energy, it draws it away, absorbs it, from living things.’