Compendium 81: Source Material about ET Interactions

By Earl Kramer

Compendium 81 provides a compilation of information covering the Roswell incident, reincarnation, free energy, Inner Earth, the Telos civilization, and much more. The overriding message of the collection is to promote peace and love in our world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gatekeeper Press
• Release date: Jun 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9781662932823

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Preface

Of all things, I liked books best.

—Nikola Tesla

Well over a year ago, I was awakened by a voice that said, compendium. Rarely have I used this word. In fact, I needed to look up its definition, which is a collection of concise but detailed information about a particular subject, especially in a book or other publication. I took this to heart by producing this book, which will cover how my views have changed as I have gotten older.

I am not a gifted writer, so my book is like a patchwork quilt where I piece together several passages that hopefully connect well together. Or, since I come from Norwegian ancestry, you can view it as a Scandinavian smorgasbord.

My views have been slow to evolve, especially as I move into my 80s. Many of my views changed upon hearing a talk on the Roswell, New Mexico, incident in 2016 and then buying over 200 books in the unidentified flying object (UFO) literature. I should emphasize that I have never seen a UFO or had an experience with extraterrestrials.

In a few cases, I provide extensive details. In other cases, I only give a short synopsis of a source and a few select signposts that might guide someone along a path—if, in fact, they choose to travel it—or paths that might be fruitful, but that I have not yet myself had time or energy to explore.

My sources have mainly been books and blogs that have influenced and changed how I view the world around me. Over time, I have come to trust views or ideas that come via the web, especially if those views are from a source that I have come to view as highly credible.

I do not expect that my views will become your views or beliefs. Some views that I mention are but the tip of an iceberg that has been deliberately kept secret from our civilization for countless years or even centuries.

My hope is not necessarily to change your views but to suggest a pathway for anyone wanting to provide an entrance into an alternate view. Above all, I strongly believe that we operate with free will to decide what is true. Because we have been living in an age of misinformation, many of my views, especially on outer space and religion, will likely be a challenge to many of my readers. A few of you may come to believe what I now assert as true.

NOTE: I do not wish to profit from the sale of this book. I would accept remuneration for the publishing costs. For anything beyond, my plan would be to donate such funds to something like Effective Altruism.

Personal History

In July 2022, at age 81, I began this book. I am now 82.

It is July 2022. I am 81, or 80+1. In due course, I will explain what I mean by that! Since one’s early views reflect those of one’s own family, some discussion of my early life is in order.

In 1940 I was born in Wisconsin. I had three older brothers, followed by two sisters. We lived on a half-acre plot given by my maternal grandparents, who had a 40-acre dairy farm. Us boys worked on this farm. As the sole breadwinner, my father worked as an auto mechanic in Chippewa Falls and later in Eau Claire. My stay-at-home mother did the cooking, cleaning, laundry, sewing, canning, gardening, etc. while raising six kids.

My father and maternal grandfather built our initial two-and-one-half-story house that had no indoor plumbing. When I was four or five, a two-story addition with a basement was added on. We now had plumbing, with a small first-floor shower/bathroom and full second-level bathroom. My father did most of the wiring, plumbing, and finish work.

My father was quite inventive. He built his own garden tractor, snowblower, rototiller, and sturdy car trailer that had a dump feature.

In early 1900 my maternal grandfather immigrated from Norway. He settled in Minneapolis and worked as a painter. His wife was a child of Norwegian immigrants. In 1917 they built a house in Minneapolis. On July 3, 1927, they sold this to buy their farm on the north shore of Lake Wissota.

My father was born in North Dakota but eventually lived immediately north of this farm. He remembers the formation of this lake.

My mother learned Norwegian. Her father never became fluent in English; this caused communication problems while working with him. And, since my father talked sparingly, my communication skills were poorly developed.

My father lost sight in his right eye from a welding accident. I never heard him complain about this disability and I was rarely even aware of it.

Two miles away was a small eight-grade country school (named Eagle) which had a one-room classroom, an adjacent kitchen, and a basement with toilets. When I was in the second grade, a picture was taken showing the first five of us children lined up with bicycles about to head for school. When weather conditions were good we could take bicycles, but otherwise our grandfather would give us a ride. Note that I had the same teacher for first through eighth grade.

I have a memory of work horses, but my grandfather eventually bought a small John Deere tractor. I also recall watching a threshing crew, but eventually my grandfather hired a neighbor who owned a combine to do this work. Typically, he did a rotation of oats, hay, and corn.

I have fond memories of the variety of birds in our area. This included robins, sparrows, barn swallows, a bobolink in a nearby field, a Baltimore oriole in our yard, occasional goldfinches, cedar waxwings, and meadowlarks along the roadside. I distinctly recall my very first sighting of a red-breasted grosbeak in the woods. The cooing of mourning doves was a common sound while in the woods. I still cherish this sound where I now live.

A significant event in our family was when my father’s only sibling was killed in Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. He was the very first person from Chippewa County to have died in WWII. My mother was an only (surviving) child. With my uncle’s death, it meant that I grew up with no aunts, uncles, or cousins.

From as early as I can remember, my mother, her parents, and we children religiously attended a Lutheran Church in Chippewa Falls. We siblings all attended two-year confirmation classes. My father was raised Christian Scientist but, while growing up, I don’t ever recall him discussing religious views. I grew up accepting the basic dogma of the Lutheran Church and even retained for decades these basic religious beliefs, despite being away from any church influence for about 30 years.

On Sundays, I frequently took hikes in the farm woods and along the lakeshore. The woods had many blackberries. One summer, I picked over 100 quarts of blackberries.

Both my family and my grandparents raised a lot of produce in their large gardens. We raised a few chickens, whereas my grandmother raised quite a number. On most Saturdays my grandfather would deliver several dozens of eggs to a source in Chippewa Falls.

In about 1952, when my grandfather, two of my brothers, and I were finishing up milking cows, a storm came up with strong winds. It blew over a wooden stave silo that was adjacent to the barn and did some modest damage to the large hay loft. On the farm and about half a mile away, it blew over several large pine trees and broke off many limbs. The silo was eventually replaced with rectangular curved concrete blocks that were ringed with heavy steel cables under tension. My father and others repaired the barn walls.

In the woods we used axes and two-person saws to prepare several logs that eventually were turned into lumber by a portable sawmill. This became the primary source for a small house near the lake, to which my grandparents retired. In about my eleventh grade year, they sold most of their farm except for lakefront property.

Farm work was hard. But growing up around my parents, siblings, and grandparents was a rich experience.

The transition to high school was socially difficult. We were bused five miles into Chippewa Falls. The ninth grade was at a junior high, followed by grades ten, eleven, and twelve at the senior high. Since I excelled in math, I was selected as the best math student in my senior class of about 150. I sang in the high school chorus. I had an excellent tenor voice and occasionally performed solos. At a Christmas concert I performed a solo, which was recorded. I later heard myself singing on the radio.

Growing up, I got experience with a BB gun and then my father’s .22 rifle and my brothers’ shotgun. I still have remorse for the few times that I have killed a rabbit, two skunks, and a crow by guns and then a duck by throwing a rock. I did not feel remorse for chickens or ducks I killed or the butchering that we did. Nor did I have remorse for a Norway rat that I dispatched inside a silo. My food choices have become vegan, and I have much more respect toward the lives of plants and animals.

In August of 1958 I went to Eau Claire State College, which later became Wisconsin State College at Eau Claire. I initially majored in mathematics but then added psychology as a second major.

In the summer of 1959, two friends and I traveled to Milwaukee and got jobs at an aluminum foundry. A couple things from that summer stick in my mind. The first was going shirtless on a fishing outing, where I suffered a significant sunburn that took many miserable days to heal. I still have extensive splotches on my back, which I have checked once a year. The second thing I remember was the sound of a fighter jet that crashed in the harbor, which was only about a mile or so away.

My second year of college, I moved to Eau Claire. During the second and third year, I shared duties caring for a gentleman who broke his neck in a swimming accident. He was paralyzed below the neck but had partial control of his shoulders. He ran an insurance business out of his home and could use a typewriter and phone. My fourth year in undergraduate college, I moved to an apartment that I shared with another student who went to Lutheran seminary. That year I did various painting jobs; at one house lived a daughter that I dated and married soon after graduating.

Upon graduation, I was accepted into the University of Michigan in an area labeled mathematical psychology. My wife and I spent our first year in graduate housing in Ann Arbor. During my first two years at Michigan, I took graduate courses in mathematics. That clarified my need to switch solely back into mathematics. While earning a PhD in math and without paying attention, I was given a master’s degree in psychology.

One of the very first courses in this PhD program was topology. This is where I first met Spyros Magliveras, who was born and raised in Greece. Our personal, and eventual professional, friendship began and has lasted ever since. We both initially gravitated toward group theory. Spyros and three other students continued that focus and soon followed their thesis professor to the University of Birmingham, England.

Meanwhile, my focus became finite combinatorics, and I completed a PhD under Professor Thomas Storer. Prof. Storer was of Navajo heritage and may have been the first Navajo to get a PhD in mathematics. He was a charismatic figure who did weightlifting. Later, I learned he was an expert in creating string figures with his hands. I got my thesis topic while attending my first math conference. This led to a joint publication with a student from Cal Tech. Several years later I learned the sad fact that he died from AIDS.

During my final year in the mathematics program, my wife and I amicably divorced by the start of 1969.

That same year I received my PhD. The job market was extremely tight. Fortunately, Spyros and others arranged a one-year position for me at the University of Birmingham, England. At the end of that year, I applied for and obtained a position at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln (UNL). My very first teaching assignment in 1970 was number theory. My best student soon completed her master’s degree and later a law degree. We married in 1975.

A key reason I got hired at UNL was to work with a colleague, Dale Mesner, who had similar interests in combinatorial designs. Early on, Dale and I used computers, which used IBM punch cards as input, to search for designs. This technology quickly changed.

Over the years Dale, Spyros (who soon came to UNL), I, and others often used computers in our research and writing typeset quality papers. In 1981–1982, I spent a year at the University of Waterloo, Canada. There I connected and wrote a joint paper with Alan Hartman and Haim Hanani: Hanani, Haim; Hartman, Alan; Kramer, Earl S., On three-designs of small order, Discrete Mathematics 45, no.1 (1983): 75–97. A side benefit of this paper was it gave me an Erdős number of two, since Hanani had published a paper P. Erdős; H. Hanani, On a limit theorem in combinatorial analysis, Publ. Math. Debrecen 10 (1963): 10–13, with Paul Erdős—a well-known mathematician.

After 31 years doing math at UNL, I retired in 2001, partly because I had been captured by doing Jackson Pollock-type painting and partly because of math burnout.

Art Exploration

Below is a statement that appeared in 2021 in a 75-page booklet titled Creative Works, authored by myself with significant help from my wife. The booklet contains high-quality photos that were produced by a local company, Eagle Printing and Sign:

Artist’s Statement

Like most people, my journey in art began as a child. I was particularly captivated by the sight and sounds of birds while growing up in the country and working on my grandparents’ small dairy farm in Wisconsin. I can still recall my very first sighting of a red-breasted grosbeak. Based on pictures in books, I made colored pencil drawings of birds and other animals.

My creative energies got channeled by the