The Theory of My Relatives: Soul Survivor

By J. Ernest Jennings

My book chronicles my long journey to solve the life energy equation. This is the mathematical equation for the energy that is created by life itself. I have worked for many years to figure out the relationship between energy and life itself. I thought that I had solved this equation. This is when my life changed forever, and things got really scary!

I am far from a perfect human being. I have made many mistakes. I do not know why God chose me to do His mission, but He gave me the correction to my equation. And now, it’s His equation. I call it “the theory of my relatives.” Someday it will change the world. It is how God draws His power, and He wants mankind to know this. He wants us to draw closer to Him. The devil does not want this equation to get out, and he tried everything in his power to stop me from writing this book. My mission is to tell the world that God is real. He does exist, and He loves His creation very much.

It is time we know the truth!

Read it and judge for yourself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781662459153

Book preview

Chapter 1

Relatives and Theories

In 1942, my grandfather, Loren Britten, changed the world. It is his name that is on the patent for the world’s first diesel-electric locomotive. In 1977, my father Ralph Jennings changed the world. It is his name that is on the patent for the invention of reverse osmosis. Now it is my turn. The life energy equation will someday change the world.

I can trace the origins of this thirty-six years back when at the age of nineteen, I was in the naval Nuclear Power School. It was the first day of school. Up on the whiteboard was written E=MC², Welcome to Nuclear Power School. I passed the Nuclear Power entrance exam by only one point. I had not taken physics or chemistry in high school and had only taken the minimum required math course. This left me seriously lacking the skills I needed for this extremely challenging school that I found myself in day 1 of. But when the instructor explained Einstein’s equation, which I was not familiar with, I knew then at that moment that life was an energy equation!

For thirty-four years, I thought and worked on the relationship between energy and life itself. I believe that we are surrounded by an aura of energy, this energy we create from within ourselves. Life itself creates this energy. It can be a positive or a negative energy. Plants can see this energy. The expression a green thumb, plants know. Dogs can see this energy. A dog will bark at a stranger, or they will wag their tail. Dogs know. Some individuals are blessed with this ability. I am not one of those people.

I think that all people are good. This is my personal tragedy. It leads to hardship, pain, and regret—and many unwise decisions. Dr. Einstein is one of my personal heroes. In his theory of relativity, a constant was used—the speed of light, or C=186,000 miles per second, in the equation E=MC². That is fine for a rock or other nonliving objects, but life is not a constant. Life is unique. A rock is a rock. It has mass. That is all that matters—how much mass. The energy that is created by life itself does not matter on mass! So if not mass and not a constant, what then is the relationship between energy and life? Life is considered over when there are no brain waves, not when the heart stops beating. So it must be the brain! But no two brains are the same. We can test a person for intelligence. This we have been able to do for quite some time. But it is not intelligence alone. There must be a multiplier—something that is multiplied by itself, the same function that the speed of light does in my hero’s equation, hence C². What then? What else does the brain do that can be measured, which serves a more important function than intelligence?

Chapter 2

Making the Best of Things

Ever since the third grade, I have known that I was different. My father, who was a very intelligent man, taught me how to play chess at a very young age, and at the age of seven, I beat him. But I have always known that I was never as smart as he was! Not even close. My father, who was a brilliant engineer who tested near two hundred on the IQ test and was a member of Mensa since the early 1950s, loved to challenge others in a game of brain skill: chess. Yet at a very young age, my brain was able to beat his brain at his own beloved game. How? I surely did not know; and my father, being the way that he was, was so upset that he would never again play me in this game of brain against brain. So I was left to wonder. All that I did know was that my brain could hold its own with brains that were much more intelligent than my own.

But as early as the third grade, I did not know why I would get very bored very fast. I would think about two different things at the same time. My grades suffered for this. I was a very poor student. My father did not understand this. I could not understand this. I was only nine years old. Growing up in Illinois was fun for me, always having something to do. Cutting lawns, raking leaves, shoveling snow—I was always very busy. Delivering papers, ice-skating, playing both football and baseball—I was always very active, keeping my brain very busy. But as for school, I was always very bored. In the fifth grade, I had a marble course set up in my desk made from rulers. They had a U-shaped channel cut down the middle in which the marble could roll. I arranged them so when the marble was finished traveling the length of the ruler, it would fall onto the next ruler and travel in a different direction—back and forth at a very slight angle. I had about fifteen rulers the marble would travel on before dropping off them and through the hole in the bottom of the desk and into my hand. But the rest of the class could see my hand as I caught the marble. I soon put a small cup with a paper towel in it so that no noise would be made when the ball fell into it and attached it to the underside of my desk with tape. But I still had to lift the top of my desk to start rolling the marble. This was very noticeable. I solved this problem by bending a paper clip into a trigger—one-half of the trigger on the inside of the desk, holding the marble, the other half of the trigger on the outside of the desk. Without having to open the top of the desk, I simply had to push down on the outside of the trigger, which made the inside of the trigger rise up and release the marble on its journey. This left me free to give the teacher my full attention as she and the others wondered what that rolling noise was. It was just my brain amusing itself while I learned long division. This would be the pattern that would follow me my whole life. It was not enough for me to turn a pile of junk into something useful. Something had to be cool, as well as useful—something that nobody else had.

Once entered into it, an idea would stay there day and night until my body would build it. Unrelenting and tireless, it seemed like my brain had a mind of its own. I’m pretty sure that today, a long medical term followed by the word disorder would be used on me. And then some genius with a degree in medicine would make me swallow some kind of chemical cocktail to slow down my brain to a normal speed. It was in high school that I figured out I have a fast brain! Not extremely intelligent but very fast. It was then that I gave myself the nickname The Mach 6 Moron, for my brain was always going