Nicola Tesla, Inventor And Mystic - Poem by Ray Lucero
In 1884 A hungry man from Hungary
passed through Ellis Island
with nothing but dreams and hope,
but Tesla had something more…
He had vision and the ability to
transcend time and space.
Tesla tapped collective consciousness
and retrieved information that he
transcribed into drawings of strange
and revolutionary technology
far ahead of the times in which he lived.
From his drawings (perfect in design) he
built generators, machines and motors.
Thomas Edison and his pool of workmen
were working on how to provide electricity
to a growing populace. His triumph was
Direct Current (DC) . It was said to be
dangerous but he proceeded undeterred.
At the same time Tesla was developing an
Alternating current (AC) generator. This
form of electricity was the true answer for
lighting entire cities and of course this
Tesla did not stop with AC, he soon began
work on an invention that would transmit
free electricity through the atmosphere at great
distances. Strangely one night a fire burned
down his test facility and everything in it.
As we all know there’s no profit in “free energy”.
Tesla died in a modest hotel room in relative obscurity.
Scores of his patents and inventions eventually fell
into the hands of the federal government to be
later used for weaponry, spying and eventually
Star Wars Technology
Left alone with proper financing and the
freedom to develop his inventions, it’s likely that
today the world would have all the energy needed,
negating the need for so much fossil fuel. Without
the need to explore for and fight over oil the world
could be a more peaceful place.
Tesla, another man squashed by corporate greed,
yet it’s clear that one person can make a difference
for greater mankind.
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