Ed Dames

Beverly Hills, California ... and points west

Sources

Transcript of an interview conducted on the Art Bell radio show, May 31, 1996. The transcriber says, "This transcription is verbatim. Some limitations based on web site transfer and recording audibility are included. Efforts have been made to be accurate."

"The Aviary, the Aquarium, and Eschatology," by Vince Johnson. Originally published in CE Chronicles, the journal of C.E.R.N. (the Close Encounters Research Network), Nov-Dec 1993.

Summary (and running commentary)

Dames, a former Army major involved in the Intelligence and Security Command's remote viewing effort, is now president of Psi-Tech, which has taken remote viewing and run with it, straight to the bank. Dames has operated on the fringes of the UFO and New Age scenes for years, and I wish I had a dime for all the times he's been wrong with his wild-eye, hairy-ass predictions. Specifically, I wish I had the text of an announcement in early 1992, where he was going on about imminent (within 18 months, he said) overt contact with extraterrestrials (both angels and aliens), to occur at "Ground Zero," a spot in the Four Corners area of the Southwest to which Dames & Co. had been led by said angels for the purposes of enhanced RV'ing.

Now that's not to say there isn't such a spot (UFO mythology has it that the Southwest is fairly riddled with alien/Black Government bases, from the Mojave desert to West Texas; so Ed's angels would only have to pop their heads up) or even that it didn't happen (maybe the press got there a day late). But there's an intense opportunistic reek coming off Dames that his New Age deodorant is having trouble masking.

At least he doesn't mess around. In a May 31, 1996 interview with Art Bell, for example, Art leads off with a question about the weather — he's heard that Ed's remote viewers have come up with some interesting forecasts. Ed responds with a couple paragraphs about Psi-Tech's high-level government and corporate contracts and how they're now using technical remote viewing — that's the same technology they used to track terrorists, find hostages, and "cross-Q" other people's intelligence systems during the Gulf war — for "peaceful purposes." They've civilianized it, he says.

"Right," says Art.

Then, having made it clear what league we're playing in, Ed gets right to the point:

Uh, we were, we began to uh, to get data indicating that human babies would be dying soon, many human babies, and so, I won't go into all the technical aspects of this, to make a long story short here, it appears that we are dealing with a very immuno-suppressed planet, um, in uh, technological shorthand, babies will begin to die, I think uh, because of um, because of this, many human babies. Uh, if you look at the surrounding [?] of the biosphere, you will probably not have any frogs, uh, left on the, on the planet.

Now if I were Art, I think I might have been tempted to ask, at this point, But how about the babies, Ed, will we have any babies left on the, uh, planet?

But good old Art's playing right along here, he's more or less gotten with the program; he's slightly dumbfounded, but he says,

I, I've seen, I've seen stories, uh, about disappearing frogs ...

And Ed says,

Yeah [?] happening — our work indicates that [indecipherable] indicates that shortwave ultraviolet is killing frogs eggs. Eggs are laid in shallow, uh parts of the water, and they're, the ionizing radiation from uh, the UVV, the short ultraviolet rays, are uh, killing, first mutating and now are killing the eggs, so um, ah, that is one aspect that I'm looking at. Uh, [?] dying human babies, essentially what it appears to be is allegorically like uh, the planet is administering its own antiobiotics. Antibiotics to take off uh, to take out something that is ailing it's surface.

Allegorically now, Ed, that wouldn't be us, would it?

Yeah, he says, and

uh, ultraviolet's a good way of uh, accelerating that, uh, so you see all the mutation in bacteria and viruses, particularly that bacteria, that's the information that we've had — our report won't be finished for another year, um, I thought I would tip you off, particularly about the problem with babies.

That's real thoughtful of you, Ed.

It appears that there is a bovine AIDS virus developing, this will jump ship, and it's transmitted by uh, dairymen who will use the same needle to inject the hormones in their dairy cows [indecipherable] can't any longer, but this bovine AIDS will uh, will uh, become a toxicological insult, that's the terminology and [?]ology, to uh, human babies whose immune systems are um, nascent, and they will die in relatively large numbers.

Darn dairymen, just can't keep their needles clean. Meanwhile, Art is losing it. The transcript reports he has been making "wordless sounds of surprise and horror throughout the above paragraph."

"God!" he says.

Well, not something to look forward to, Ed responds, but

Sometimes, you know, the facts uh, um, or that kind of a warning, will serve to uh, to get a lot of mothers up on, uh, putting their babies on mother's milk, uh, human mother's milk, and perhaps milk substitutes.

Quick thinking, Ed!

"Whew!" says Art.

And then Ed does want to talk about the weather after all. Before they did their in-house study, he says,

We did not realize how delicately balanced the earth's environment was; we assumed that it could reestablish homeostasis or equilibrium quite easily after drastic changes, but that was not true. I was amazed at how delicately balanced the planet was, um, the ecosphere. The geophysics.

Well gosh, Ed, sure glad we got that straightened out. Little remote viewing goes a long way, huh? Darned earth scientists kind of fumbled the ball on that one, I guess.

"Right," says Art.

It's the former commies in the East Block, Ed explains; they're not pulling maintenance on those old reactors the way they should; so we're getting zapped by the UV from above, pouring through the ozone holes and mutating all the frog eggs and babies and stuff, and meanwhile we're crapping radioactive isotopes in our own nest; so the long and the short of it is,

It uh, looks like the atmosphere is degrading, very rapidly...

And what means is, the jet stream, chaotic critter that it is, is going to start to "twist and writhe and ... drop down and graze the uh, surface of the earth." And since it generally clips along at about 300 miles per hour, that's going to be hard on young and old alike. (Gordon-Michael Scallion agrees with Ed on this one, by the way — in fact, he went public with it first, in late '94: "Average annual wind velocities will increase; think in terms of two hundred, two-fifty, three hundred and more, mph.")

"How-how-how close to this are we?" asks Art.

Well, Ed reiterates, they're still a year out from a final report, but

I'd say we're looking at um, about four to six years between where the stuff really hits the fan.

Now, is that "between" where the stuff really hits the fan, Ed, or is that "until"? Like to be clear on that. Art wants to get down to brass tacks, too:

Major, what uh, probability do you assign to this all occurring as you have suggested it will occur? In other words, is there some probability that a different path can be ...

No, no, the answer is no, uh I wouldn't be talking on the phone — When, when I speak about Psi-Tech studies I put my company's reputation on the line here. We just have general and cursory results, and there's no, my signature's not on a report to the public yet, but uh, the confidence factors are high enough to tell you that this is what is going to occur, as far as we're concerned in the company. The timelines have not been established, but uh, as far as we're concerned, and I — we have double-checked this — it's too late, uh, there is, there is no remedial action.

Well thanks for double-checking anyway, Ed. Really appreciate you putting your personal and corporate rep on the line by sharing these unsettling results, even though they're still general and cursory.

Art wants to know, what if somebody called and said, "I believe you, all this is going to happen, I think you're right — what can I do?"

"Move to a cold climate," says Ed, "the colder the better" (keeps the viruses down). "And build underground."

Good solid advice, Ed, glad I tuned in.

But Art's not going to let him off so easy here:

There's a lot of — [sigh] — there's a lot of people out there who would say, this is, uh, just sort of, millennium madness. Not so huh?

I would like to, I mean it's very attractive uh, for all of us, to think that, and um, I'm not here trying to fuel any paranoia, but uh, it's more than millennial madness; I kind of, I think that maybe the Bible um, um, pinned it down, and that's, we're, we're — it called it right. [Art and Ed both chuckle.] Years ago.

Yep, Ed, they had some real impressive remote viewers back then. They weren't technical, but they could view the ass right off a seven-headed dragon.

Before they put a wrap on it, Art can't help asking, if Ed knows what he thinks he knows, isn't he planning to uh, survive? "Correct," says Ed, "Personally and from a corporate point of view, we are preparing ourselves to survive."

ART: Well, you're in, uh, you're in Beverly Hills, California.

ED: Not for long. [laughs]

ART: Well that was the next — [laughs]. So in other words, you're going to follow your own advice, and you're gonna be getting out of there pretty soon?

ED: Within two years.

ART: Within two years. Uh, and can you tell us where you'll be headed?

ED: I think I'd be heading for points west and uh, south.

ART: West and south?

ED: Yeah.

ART: Uh, west and — well you go west of Beverly Hills and you're in the water.

ED: That's right.

ART: Ah, so, you're headed for an island somewhere.

ED: Ah, that's a good guess! [laughs]

So what do you think? Is Dames (a) an unprincipled, opportunistic, money-grubbing, island-hopping jackanapes, or (b) just wrong, or (c) both?

Sure would like to know what Psi-Tech's other in-house project, Project Starman, is all about, though. But as Ed says, that's the one "that uh, we keep pretty uh, pretty close to our chest." Perfectly understandable, Ed, wouldn't want to spill the beans before our goose is cooked or blown away or anything, would we?

Update: Feb. 1, 1997

Ed was on with Art again the other night, and he says he's 100 percent certain — having personally remote-viewed it — that there's a large metallic cylinder at the core of Comet Hale-Bopp, full of a deadly plant pathogen that will be loosed (by the bad aliens) on the earth later this year, wiping out all terrestrial life. (To see how all this turned out, click here.)

I've viewed the cylinder, too, and it's full of shit, which Ed Dames will mine for use in his far-flung enterprises.

Update: April 26, 1998

I hear Ed was on Art Bell again last night. I have no idea what he was going on about, but finally he's going to have shot himself in the foot so many times that even Art won't want him.

Update: May 2, 2005

Well, Ed is still kicking — but now some folks are starting to kick back. And it appears he's had a nasty falling out with his former company, PSI TECH (as they're now spelling it).

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