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An encounter with Doyle Noyes
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September 2, 1993
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An Encounter With Doyle Noyes
By Bill Donavan
The first time I had ever heard about Doyle Noyes was in March,
1991. It was when Andrew Michrowski of the Planetary Association
for Clean Energy visited Stelle, Illinois. There was a lunch
consisting of a vegetarian pizza which Ginger Tharp cooked up for
the occasion. It was a cozy little get-together with Andrew and his
wife Monique Michaud, myself, Tim Wilhelm, Ginger cooking and
managing the video equipment recording the meeting, and others
coming and going through the community center where we had our
The conversation was fascinating to say the least. A line from
"Alice in Wonderland" immediately comes to mind, about "believing in
several impossible things before breakfast". An air-well concept
was discussed by which the community could obtain all their fresh
water practically out of thin air. Then the conversation turned to
"scalar aerials". This was a discovery by Doyle Noyes, who then
lived in Kansas City Missouri, of obtaining free energy from certain
antenna geometries as well as heating and cooling and corrosion
control. This fascinated me. It piqued my curiosity. I had to
know how this worked, since according to Andrew Michrowski and Tom
Bearden this phenomena had actually been documented as having
produced a measurable effect. Absolutely fascinating. How do I
contact this guy? Dr. Michrowski gave me his phone number in
Missouri. I found that Noyes had moved into a rather remote
location in the Ozarks for an unknown reason.
After talking to Mr. Noyes, I discovered that he was offering
distributorships in his company, Multistate Control Systems. At
this point in my naivete, I believed everything was on-the-level. I
then contacted a buddy of mine, Rick Bassett, about this "marvelous
opportunity". Basically what Noyes was asking for was $600.00 for a
weekend-long educational seminar detailing the operation of his
system including the "territory" of the state of Illinois for his
scalar heating and cooling system.
"Oh, by the way, send me a photograph of each of you". Noyes said.
"Is this for identification purposes, or something?" I said.
"Uh, yeah." "Well, if we're leaving in a few days it might not get
there in time. It seems to be just an additional complication to
"It is absolutely essential." "I really don't think you're going to
find two guys passing themselves off as us, if that's what you're
worried about". "Just send'em, O.K.? I'll explain later".
This seemed strange, and it in time evolved into an even stranger
story. I reasoned that since there was money involved, if this were
indeed such a "golden opportunity" there might also conceivably be
those who would try to pass themselves off as the individuals who
paid in the considerable sum to get in on this thing. So it seemed
at the time. Anyway, it sounded good to both of us, and we set out
for The Ozarks. Mr. Noyes made it abundantly clear that he did not
want to meet at his house, and a meeting place was arranged at a
local motel (another curious point in retrospect). We arrived
somewhat late, and went directly to the motel room. There were two
other guys there, one from the Monroe Institute and another from
Ohio. They did not look happy.
There were multicolored loops of wire strewn all over the beds.
Some appeared to be wound up into loosely-arranged coils of various
lengths and sizes. There were two lengths of what appeared to be
one or two-ought electrical cable wrapped up in electrical tape,
evidently containing a coil of smaller-diameter wire wound on top of
it and wrapped in electrical tape. The room looked ordinary enough.
"Whose is that?" I asked, pointing at an old VOM sitting on the
bed. I suspected that one of the two in the room brought along his
own test equipment.
"Oh, that's his", came the reply. "Doyle's?" I said. "Yeah." "But
it's so..... old!" "Yup, that's his."
Red flags went off. A myriad of conflicting data went through my
mind. Either he just left an expendable piece of equipment behind,
or his company was not making that much money. It was at this point
I knew something was wrong.
"Have you learned anything yet?" I said. "No, not really." said
the man from the Monroe Institute. "How long have you been here?"
"A couple of days".
This did not bode well. We talked for a while on a few related
topics, and compared how each of us became acquainted with Doyle
Noyes' system. Then Doyle breezed in, introduced himself to Rick
and I, and looked at a large wall mirror at the end of the room. He
inched toward it with a look of concentration on his face.
"They're watching us". Doyle said. "Who's watching us?" I said.
"The people on the other side of the mirror."
"O.K....." Rick said. "They can see and hear everything we say. I
can see them too. Can you see them?"
Eyes widened as we looked at each other. Not a word was spoken. He
then walked over to the mirror and extended his right hand, touching
the surface of the mirror with fingers splayed as he closed his
"Close, close, close." Doyle said. He then dropped his hand, looked
at the mirror, and repeated the ritual.
"Sometimes you have to do it more than once. It's closed now, they
can't see or hear us." Doyle announced with confidence.
"Oh... good" said the man from Ohio. "Excuse me, Doyle, but why did
you need our photographs?" I said. "To make sure. You see, I
dowse them to make sure you weren't Russian agents or space aliens".
"I see. Do you get many of those?" "You would be surprised."
"Uh-huh." I said as a vision of the money which was paid in my
mind's eye slowly evaporated into the ethers. "Let's go out to
eat." Doyle said.
The gang of four and the man himself hiked over in the direction of
a fast food restaurant across the street.
"No, not there, they're expecting us there." Doyle said. We then
sauntered over to a restaurant nearby to the motel. The waitress
seated us and passed around the menus. "Hi, Doyle. How are the
aliens?" She said. "Fine." Doyle said, looking up. He then
pulled out a photograph and a white pendulum and started swinging it
over the photo. "This is how you find out if they are O.K. You can
find out if they're aliens or not too."
The rest of the conversation basically consisted of the group asking
specific questions about the scalar heating and cooling system and
Doyle steering the conversation back toward aliens and Russian
agents. He also added to the menagerie of those organizations
threatening to steal his secrets of the universe. I never asked why
he was so willing to sell those same secrets if they were so
valuable, and so dangerous in the wrong hands. I think at this
point my weariness of the situation began to show, as I listened to
the conversation taking place with a chin resting on my palm. Doyle
looked at me.
"I can read minds too." Doyle said. "Fine. What am I thinking?" I
said. Doyle began vigorously swinging the pendulum. "That's not my
photograph." I said. He didn't say a word.
After lunch Doyle decided it would be a good time to show us the
campground that Rick and I would be staying at. Doyle rode with us
in the pickup truck.
"I see you have quite a bit of equipment." Doyle said. "Yeah, we
hope to do some testing of one of your units." Rick said.
"Well, by the time this weekend is over, you'll be able to see a
completed unit in operation, and you'll be able to take it back with
you. I'll also need your help with programming them with some kind
of control matrix." Doyle said. "I noticed that you didn't drive."
"Well, that was because of the attack." Doyle said. "What kind of
attack?" I said. "It was a scalar electromagnetic beam from the
Soviets. It made me lose consciousness and drive off the road. I
was in the hospital for a while. Anyway, my wife who was in the car
at the time won't let me drive anymore." "O.K."
"We need to get you guys all set up as soon as possible, since I
expect another two to come in very soon and I need to start another
"Well, we're ready to do the assembly and testing as soon as
possible, since we kind of have a schedule to keep too." Rick said.
"I want to show you guys the lab that I plan on setting up." Doyle
We drove around as he directed until we came to an abandoned
building on the top of a hill. It was in good condition, white in
color, and rather large in size. I had to admit it was a good
location, being in a peaceful wooded area nestled high in the
Ozarks. Despite Doyle's personal problems, I sincerely hoped he
could pull it off. If his unit indeed worked, it would be
encouraging to see a production and R&D facility operational.
Especially for something as exotic as scalar electromagnetics. We
finally arrived at the campsite.
"I got you guys the best site here. Nice and remote." Doyle said.
It certainly was an idyllic setting next to a lake about 200 feet
away. The weather was warm enough that a campfire would be more of
a decoration than a necessity.
"I want to show you an example of weather modification." Doyle
said. He then proceeded to draw what seemed a pictorial diagram of
one of his scalar systems. He then held his hand over the drawing
and made an obscure gesture while mumbling something.
"It should start cooling down in about 10 minutes." He said with a
grin. Rick and I looked at each other. "But there is no physical
device." I said. "You don't need one." Doyle said.
Now I know that in some cases scalar electromagnetics tends to blur
into psionics or psychotronics, but it doesn't blur THAT much. I
could see a perturbed look spread across Rick's face and could
safely assume what he was thinking, since I felt the same way.
"But you tested a device for Andrew..." I said. "This should be
just as effective. See, it's starting to cool down already!" I
really couldn't feel anything other than a slight shift in the wind
direction. "You should watch what you say around here, by the way."
Doyle said. I could just see it coming.
"There could be either Russian agents or the CIA monitoring your
conversations. Watch out for anybody parking a camper right next to
your site." Doyle said. "What about space aliens?" I said. "They
won't use campers." Doyle said.
We deposited Doyle back at the motel and went back to the campsite.
The tone of the night was somber. Rick built a fire and we "shot
the bull" about several subjects. "I think this thing is all in his
head." Rick said. "You mean it isn't a physical device? They
tested a device in Ottawa, I mean a physical device. There's test
data." I said. "Then maybe he's trying to sell us something else."
"He promised us a device to bring back." "Unless the 'device' is a
few magical incantations scribbled on a piece of paper."
"Better not be. It sounds like vaporware to me. You can't charge
hundreds of dollars for something like that and get away with it."
"Unless you're too embarrassed to admit to getting taken in by
something like that." "True. Very true."
I watched the fire dance through the air and wondered about the
whole situation. If this thing were a shell game, it would cast a
pall upon the credibility of PACE and those who gave favorable
reviews of this thing, let alone references to this guy.
I thought about the amount of money taken in by the "seminars". Six
hundred dollars per person. Two people per week. That's twelve
hundred dollars per week, sixty two thousand four hundred dollars
per year. Not bad. I also thought about the clandestine meetings
in motel rooms, and the insistence on not seeing where he lives.
Doyle mentioned that he moved from Kansas City because of the high
crime rate in the city, and I wondered if there might be another
motive. If you were going to run a successful scam operation, you
wouldn't want to be very visible. A visible target is an easy
I walked to the rocky beach and looked at the clear diamond sky,
watching a thousand twinkling stars reflected in the wavelets of the
lake. There was a lodge across the lake which lent multicolored
shimmering reflections to the water. It was absolutely wonderful,
something I really preferred to an antiseptic motel room. I hadn't
taken the opportunity to go camping for years, and this was a
welcome diversion. I thought about Doyle's space aliens and looked
up at the starlit sky.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, not even a plane with its'
navigation strobes on. A boat crossed the lake in the distance, and
I thought how great it would be to live in an environment like this.
Once again, I hoped that it wasn't a scam, and that I would get a
chance to work on something that would be on the frontier of a
future science. If nothing else, there was hope.
The next day was more of the same. Nothing was done except a lot of
what I would consider evasive banter. Nothing was built. To soothe
the feelings of the four in the "seminar", Doyle took us out to
dinner, sensing the dissatisfaction rising among us. It was a
rather nice restaurant with an excellent view of the lake. The food
was good, and the conversation (as always) turned to the CIA, space
aliens, and Soviet scalar beams trained upon Doyle.
"Yeah, I blew them up. I back-fed enough power STRAIGHT THROUGH THE
EARTH to take out those Soviet scalar transmitters. And since then
they don't bother me. At least until they build another one. And
the aliens know that I can destroy their ships if I want to with my
technology. They haven't got a chance."
"About the system that you have, what kind of limitations does it
have?" I said. "Anywhere from absolute zero to the temperature of
the sun." Doyle said. "Then why can't you heat a building using
the scalar stuff alone?" This went back to a report I had read by
Andrew Michrowski, that basically stated that it only worked for
supplemental heating. That question went unanswered. It was
ignored. He went back to a diatribe on aliens and weather control.
After the dinner we went back to the motel, where Doyle told us
about the "mind interfaces" that we would need to work on the
project. These were the two-ought electrical cables wrapped up in
electrical tape that I had seen earlier. They were to be draped
across the shoulders and were allegedly self-powered.
I assumed from the description that these units were basically
psychotronic amplifiers designed to "boost the signal level" of the
user. I measured a slight increase in potential difference with a
fluke true RMS multimeter when a girl associated with Doyle held the
probes in each hand amounting to a few microvolts, not quite enough
to clear the background noise.
Rick asked Doyle about the schematics for the system, for if he
didn't have something completed for us, at least he could give us
instructions for doing it when we got back. We went to a friend of
his who had a pc-compatible machine, as evidently the "schematics"
were on this. I thought it was odd that Doyle didn't have a machine
of his own with this on it, if it indeed were as valuable as he
claimed it to be.
The gang of four went to his friend's place, the back of a pawn shop
in town, and we proceeded to wade through the files in his PC. The
usual discussion about space alien effluvia bandied about as the
"schematics" were searched for. When I saw a printout of what Doyle
considered to be schematics, I began to understand where he was
coming from. They weren't schematics. They looked more like
ladder-logic diagrams. They definitely were NOT schematics in any
sense of the word.
If Doyle had any formal education, it definitely was not as an
electronic tech. In fact, the man had a definite disdain for that
particular profession. I had the impression that he might have had
an intuitive "feel" for this invention without any formal education
associated with it. That is common for many inventors. The
explanation for this phenomenon is that they usually do not know
what cannot be done and proceed to do it anyway. And they usually
succeed at it. That says something there.
That reminds me of the tale of a religious ecstatic who crosses a
gorge without a bridge. "You can't do that," the physics student
says, "That's against the law of gravity!" The ecstatic then
replies: "I never studied law." And continues across. I think
that the same thing applies here, if indeed there is any credible
element to this situation at all.
After the "seminar", we gave one individual in the troop a ride to
the airport and compared notes. The consensus opinion was that he
may have had something, but if he did he refused to share it. In
this case the cost far outweighed the risks involved, and for those
with limited resources the setback represented by this was
considerable. The net tendency was for those to become generally
disgusted with the situation, to throw out the baby with the
bathwater, and to forget about it.
Scalar electromagnetic weather control, corrosion control, heating
and cooling. Is this for real? I really can't say, since I didn't
see anything demonstrated. Rick Bassett and I came to a remote
location in the Ozarks with a pickup truck bed literally loaded with
electronic test equipment, taking time out from our regular jobs to
investigate this. And we found nothing but wild theories, unfounded
conjecture, and just plain hot air.
The "schematic" which was brought back was well nigh useless. The
only thing we brought back were three four by six planks about ten
feet long with about fifty pounds of wire, which by request was sent
back to Doyle. Evidently he didn't have enough lumber or wire for
the next scam operation.
I really would like to believe that this system works. It would be
a major breakthrough. I am also aware of the scam operations that
John Worrell Keely pulled when he was short of capital to continue
his research, so I can understand the reasoning behind this
But in the present there is no excuse for this, and I cannot in good
conscience bury this and wish that it will go away all by itself. I
don't know how many others have been victimized by following this
illusion, however sweet it may be.
But it is time to call for accountability for those responsible for
this. For those who are seriously interested in alternative and
"free energy", this kind of behavior cannot be allowed to continue.
To do this would result in a total demolition of credibility in the
entire community of those conducting research into this field. That
is what is in danger.
I have tried to keep an objective view of this entire "adventure". I
have basically reported the events as they occurred, however
distasteful they may be. This basically has been written down as a
record for myself more than anything else. If at some point in the
future I encounter some extraordinary phenomena which deserves
praise, that's exactly what it will get. Until then, I impatiently
await that day.
An associated KeelyNet file is MAGICSQ which deals with magic
squares and how they can be "constructed" with coils and other
electrical components in such a fashion as to produce
replicating, kaleidoscope "mirrors" for the express purpose of
redirecting or focusing energy. Much like a parabolic mirror.
The Perrigo patent used a series of coils (10 X 10), wrapped
around nails and all connected together to form a matrix or
pattern which sequentially collected energy from what was termed
an "Aether collector". If energy continually flows into the
planet, then there is a "wind" which should be able to drive a
substance or compound of substances.
My personal opinion is that such a device would be best
constructed by using Chladni vibrating waveplates injected INTO a
substance. This would create a "tuneable" interference matrix
associated with the substance and thus act as a down-converter or
frequency divider for the flow of force. I too have seen one of
these Noyes Matrixes and it consisted of multiple colors of wire
wound on 3 arms that all converged in the center. The man
selling them wanted $1000 and claimed that you could "feel" a hot
or cold wind over them. I tried as did several of my friends and
none of us could feel a thing. The man also "dowsed" it and said
"woops, I had it turned off", he then fiddled with some wires and
said to try again.
Once more we tried and nothing could be felt. I asked if any
temperature measurements had been made and the man said that
regular temperature measuring instruments WOULD NOT WORK with
this technology! I also asked what was the basis for the device
operation and the man said it was secret but I could buy the unit
for $1000 and find it out. Colored wires and 2 X 4s that did
nothing for $1000, yeah, RIGHT!
But I do have a friend, Dr. Dan Haley who visited Doyle Noyes
while he was still in Missouri. Dan says Noyes was located in a
2 story building and when he visited it was very cold outside.
Dan reports that the temperature in the building was quite
comfortable and he did notice one very odd thing. As he was
walking down a stairway, he held onto a metal railing which WAS
WARM TO THE TOUCH! Now, metal is normally cool and that was
quite an interesting observation. I guess the question is "DOES
IT WORK FOR YOU?". That is not really a marketable approach nor
one that most people could duplicate, so I think I will devote my
energies to duplicatable, verifiable devices.
I agree 150% with Mr. Donavan's contention as to CLAIMS that are
not substantiated by physical proofs. My personal experience
(Jerry) has been that I have NEVER SEEN a WORKING free energy
device or anti-gravity device. Nor have I EVER claimed to have
built a device of this nature. There are many who DO make
claims, even to the point of wanting to "share" their knowledge,
however, experience has shown this is usually followed by a
request for money or non-disclosure and/or a secrecy vow.
Based on the limited histories we have regarding these
"alternative technologies" such primitive attitudes will NOT
result in the public use of the principles except within the
domain (and DOMINION) of secretive people.
It is a pity that some choose to withhold the majority of their
information and learning from history, it has been shown such
knowledge dies with the inventor or is otherwise repressed.
We must all remain on our guard and continue to OPENLY share
information. There is no doubt that some devices can be
considered "proprietary" if they are intended for commercial
profit OR are outright WEAPONS. That is the main reason for the
establishment of KeelyNet, to make freely available a wide range
of information that in itself holds keys to HOW we might approach
the construction of working machines.
We can only hope that everyone will grow into a "walks the talk"
Escape to a higher order!
Jerry W. Decker.........Ron Barker...........Chuck Henderson
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