The following has happened over the past thirty years, beginning in 1979 when I self published a short writing "The Bones of Time." The origin of this work being "The Key Time" another short writing, one that found a field of gravity to be that of physical time. Although it may seem strange to the reader that physical time is capable of exercising physical dimension in the particular fashion it does, it becomes understandable when a person realizes that all forms of mass and energy must be totally and completely composed of physical time in order to exist in our universe.

My interest in the force of gravity began in earnest when I read a short article in the Reader's Digest entitled "Evolution Is No Longer a Theory", or some title very similar to this. This was late in 1970. Realizing the theory of evolution to be a false religion, having read what had been published, I was inspired to find a manner by which I could expose the false doctrine it represents. That desire in my thinking, as I left work that day I stopped and watched a large coupling between a motor and pump spin. I put spinning earth in place of the coupling and wondered what form of energy is unaccounted for within our planet. The only form that has not been accounted for is the heat energy within. I accepted that concept as being potential fact for the cause of gravity at the time, because there was nothing left. It requires a form of energy to generate a field of gravity, because it requires an energy source to perform work. If there were no energy source forming a field of gravity then, this form of energy which does so much beneficial work, would have to be being created in all matter all the time. Either there is an energy source or there is continual creation. Some days later while standing above the warm air register in our living room the thought came, "It’s a field of time". That was not an answer I had worked out, rather it was one given.

I worked on "The Key Time" for quite a long time after that. When typing it word processors were nonexistent. If there was a major word error on a page not only that page would have to be retyped but also those that followed. I must have retyped that work three times before I asked Karen Everet to do it for me, to my great relief. When finished, I had a thousand "The Key Time" writings printed, but could find no one interested in the concept of the force of gravity being that of a field of physical time. Finally, I burnt all but a few of those copies. That was the beginning of my literary career.

Later, problems arose with a new publication "The Bones of Time" self-published in 1979. The main concept making this writing so much different from that of "The Key Time" being the concept c2 = E/m. This concept completes the physics trilogy, supplying the three basic values God used the creation of our universe. Each of the three values is capable of standing by itself E = mc2, m = E/c2, and c2 = E/m. Notice that the c2 values in the first two equations become the basis for the equations. The values of energy and mass change in the first two equations but the value of c2 does not change. The third equation states the reason for a field of time (gravity), that it is an energy to mass relationship with the intensity if the field being a variable and not a constant.

There was a definite interest in this second writing, but it was not an overt one of acceptance. I expect because I am so adamant in stating that the religion of evolution is a totally false religion, that I anger those who believe its doctrine and oppose what I wrote in "The Bones of time", as shall be evidenced. Where we begin this narration is after I had applied for the copyright to “The Bones of Time”. I would frequently take my young son (Nathan) for a bike ride around the neighborhood. I noticed that as we went a few blocks away from home that it became common for a pickup truck to start up and leave as we approached. This isn't so unusual of itself, but it was the frequency with which it happened and that a person was never seen walking to the truck. There was nothing I could do about it so I filed the information away as being unusual but did not dwell on it.

It was also during this time that I met a young man whom I had seen riding a bike from time to time nearby. It was at a grocery store parking lot in Vacaville that we happened to meet (Albertson's, I think). He was an outgoing person, and we must have spoken for five minutes or so before his wife came out of the store. As she came to where we were standing, he began an introduction by saying "Honey, I would like to introduce you to Duane Ert ..." and he stopped there. Evidently, in that moment he remembered that I had told him my first name but not the last. He did not speak another word but he and his wife got into their nearby pickup truck and left. It was at this time I realized there might be more to the trucks parked nearby with someone sitting in them than I had suspected. I began to consciously take note of what transpired about myself to a greater degree.

A short time later, whether weeks or months I do not remember, I was paddling a kayak on the Solano River near Vacaville when I saw what appeared to be a fill can of something floating down the river toward myself. Because the day was so hot, and the river water almost ice cold, I hoped it might be a full can of pop that had gotten loose somewhere upstream. It turned out to be an unopened can of beer, which beverage I do not like because of the destruction it causes to those who begin considering alcohol a friend, able to alter reality for their personal, immediate good. I opened it and poured the contents out for the fish. As I was doing this a woman’s voice could plainly be heard from the dense willow foliage growing along the river saying, “Well, at least we know he doesn't like beer.' The lady speaking those words did not know how well one's voice carries across open water.

That, to me, was the final evidence convincing me there was someone keeping track of what I did and where I was going. To you who read this, you might think it is a case of paranoia, but it was not.

Later, I was travelling down I-80 between Vallejo and Vacaville when I had a strong impression of being followed. I turned off on the exit leading to Napa, went over the overpass, and turned into a large, gravel drive off area alongside the east side of the road. There I pulled around so I was able to see whatever cars might come along from the direction I had just come. It was early afternoon and there was no traffic on the road at that time so I felt an individual car following close behind would be rather obvious.

I had not been stopped for more than fifteen seconds when a tan colored car approached along from the same direction I had come. It pulled off the road, drove around behind me and then up beside my car, facing westward as was I. Inside were a black man and woman who appeared to be about thirty years of age. They looked neither to the right nor to the left as the stared ahead at the carless road in front of them. It seemed as though their only interest was in waiting for the afternoon sun to set. I returned to the freeway and headed toward Vacaville.

There isn't much a person is able to do should their government wish to keep track of them. A government has unlimited People (can hire as many as they wish to do as they desire; it has Power (in form of wealth), and it has Prestige (governmental agencies co-acting on their account which others trust). Do people who work for the government in this capacity know the reason for what they do? What kind of lies does the government tell their agents through the years concerning a person who has determined the equation for describing the force of gravity, and has successfully conducted an experiment proving the validity of that equation (c2=E/m). When people like this are about to die, how do they face eternity knowing they have lived a lie? Do they think our government has agents near to God who will speak well for them and their works shall be filed away in a folder somewhere and forgotten? I do not know to what degree our government causes those who work for it to swear they will do whatever the government says, never revealing what they have done, and, yet, never have their conscience activate; it must be intense indoctrination.

Months and often years do not register in my thinking when considering the past. I remember events as a deck of cards. It might be shuffled around in any order and I'd probably agree with most of it. The following events probably are not in the right order (I guarantee they are not).

A person might say that someone could use the medium of television for information dispersion; it isn't simple as that. Somewhere about 1980 I began a television program in Vacaville called "The Bones of Time". The person with whom I had to deal with in order to get it moving was Chuck Korman. When I told him what I wanted to do, he said I could have either a science show free of charge, or I could have a religious show free but I could not combine the two. I didn't think that was right so I typed a letter explaining why and showed it to the director of the station, telling him I would get a lawyer and see about suing them. I was told there would be no problem, they could just put a disclaimer after my program had aired, and they did that.

I had been working on the program for a few months when Chuck took a vacation. He said we could start again in a few weeks but while in the time frame of his vacation I received a bill for the programs done. I didn't know what to do about that, so I just paid it and dropped the program. I had begun a program in Walnut Creek earlier and during the same period of time lost the job I was working due to their lack of work, so had to leave that program also.

A similar nonevent happened in Grand Rapids, Mich., 1982 or '83. I stopped in the GRTV cable television station, thinking I would start up once again "The Bones of Time". I was told by the person who was in charge of programming "John ?" that there would be no problem. All I had to do was submit an outline of what my program would involve and then find a producer. A few days later I brought in an outline showing the science concepts I wished to cover that related to time, mass formation, gravitation, and earth forces. John glanced at the outline, got up from his chair and, without saying a word, went into a back room. In a few minutes he returned saying I could have the program but didn't know where I would find a producer. Finally (days later) he thought of a person who might be able to help, by the name of Jeff Holland, whom I never met other than by telephone conversation. It seemed that Jeff and I could not find a mutual time to meet at the station, even though we had talked at different times, so I called John and told him. His response was that it made no difference anyway because Jeff was no longer a producer. I let it go as being a further waste of time and effort.

About 1980 I used beams of different material to evidence the force of gravity, but they kept drifting within the confines of the tubes I used and I didn't know what the cause for the drifting was. I had used a small wooden beam in the beginning of these experiments and then went to aluminum but the drifting did not stop. I had set up a small microscope at one end of the tube which allowed any beam movement to be greatly amplified. One day as I used the beam it appeared to work correctly by use of the aluminum beam, so I went to the newspaper in Fairfield, Ca. (a larger town not far away) and asked a reporter to take a look at what had been done. He came by and the sphere was seen through the microscope to be moving in the proper direction in relation to the attracting mass. But I told the reporter the 8 oz. lead sphere was actually moving in the wrong direction, this being due to the microscope causing light to be crossed within. Observed motion was supposed to be opposite to direction of movement. He took a picture of me at the microscope and left. Evidently it made the newspaper because the next Sunday at church a lady ahead of us and to our left turned and pointed in our direction. Her husband remonstrated her and she turned around. I never did read what was written by the news person, and suppose it is just as well.

I had been using heat energy for the motive force forming a field of gravity within a mass, but did not understand the reason for the field being formed. Somewhere along the line I realized there was a physical atomic frequency change within individual atoms. This realization led to the understanding that energy within the inner core area of our planet attracts heat energy as well as mass toward the center of earth. This inward collapse also indicates that all(?) gravitational waves beyond a certain depth (Moho discontinuity) move downward, pass through the center of our planet, and exit the other side; drawing all mass on the opposite side of our planet toward the other side. The equation for a field of gravity (c2=E/m) states the most intense field of gravity exists where the greatest energy to mass ratio exists. Had God not designed this force to act in just the manner in which it does, our planet would be almost the same temperature throughout.

Realizing that there was a change within the structure of a mass, due to the presence of heat energy within, I determined to make a device that would intensify that force. I designed a six-inch stainless steel cylinder into becoming a gravity fluxuator (device able to increase and decrease the flow of a gravity field). This was done by enclosing the ends, leaving only a hole in one end large enough to force a rod inward with a great deal of force by use of a bottle jack (I believe the first I used was a five ton jack, which was lost in moving; I then switched to a twenty ton bottle jack). The device was filled with lead, and the compression of that mass was found to amplify what the force of heat energy naturally does.

Norman Jacobson, who lived in Vacaville at the time (since deceased), built a beam box that was twelve feet long and one foot square. It was all of wood and brass screws. On the ends and sides he built Plexiglas windows so the beam movement could be observed from any angle. Inside this box I suspended a wooden beam by means of a monofilament line that had eight ounce lead weights embedded in each end.

I had been working for a month or so seeking to get the beam to center inside the beam box but with no success. It would drift side to side. One evening after returning from Solano College, I noticed the beam was stable within the box and suspended in a perfect location. That evening I had worked on filling the gravity fluxuator with lead (not an easy thing to do because of lead expansion), so I tried it out. It worked! By increasing pressure within the device by means of the bottle jack I could draw the beam in the direction of the gravity fluxuator. When the pressure was released the torsion of the monofilament that suspended the beam would slowly move the beam in the direction it had just come from. It took two minutes for the beam to move one-half the distance of the beam box. It was 11:00 PM when I called Jake and Michael Showalter (Pastor or Orchard Avenue Baptist Church and Chaplain in the Navy for the GARBC) to come and witness the beam movement.

On top of the box I had placed a small clock so the time of the pictures being taken would have a definite reference point but there was too much glare from the flash for the clock to be of any value. I also had placed a dark string that went from top center, on the face of the box, to the bottom so there would be a physical reference point to beam movement. When Jake and Mike arrived I performed the experiment again and took sequenced pictures with a Polaroid camera. Each of us signed the picture which was also numbered and I listed on a piece of paper in red ink what each picture represented.

Because I was working for the Navy at the time, and a Navy Chaplain had observed what had happened, and he had signed the pictures verifying the movement, I thought the Navy would be glad to use it for a public relations event. If someone working for them were to have found a way to prove the force of gravity to be a variable and not the universal constant, as thought of at the time and could prove it. The head of the power plant said he would send the pictures along with the explanatory paper to the Naval Research and Development Department.

After waiting for three weeks or so, I went to the office and asked what the results were. I was told that because I did not have a college degree they were not interested. When I was handed back the pictures with the paper describing what the pictures represented, I saw that it had been used as a coffee blotter. Someone had placed their coffee cup on it, leaving multiple deep brown coffee rings.

Next, I saw in the Bible Science Newsletter that there was a science contest. I entered it expecting a favorable result from my documented work. But that was not to be. In a few weeks I received a form letter stating that what I had sent would not be used and that was all. Later I wrote and asked if I could have the information back, but never received an answer. In the advertisement for the contest it had been stated the material would not be returned, but I hoped they might anyway.

After this I began working on stabilizing the beam so that it would not drift. I needed the beam to be stable at all time in order to conduct experiments. I didn't know what could be causing it to move, so I thought I would build a thermo environment where the temperature would be near the same degree at all times. I did not know if it was minor beam warping or the tension in the monofilament knot that was the problem. I just did not know. It wasn't till years later when I realized it was Foulcot motion causing the beam to move. The line suspending the beam offered so little resistance to beam movement that our planet was moving under the beam while the beam remained relatively motionless - a principle, in part, by which the seismograph works. Anyway, I had placed the beam box on a large coil of fencing and had covered the beam box with a thin film of plastic. I had just bought a thermostat to maintain a constant temperature within the plastic area when the beam box toppled over and the side windows shattered. I was so disgusted with the whole thing that I got a hammer and smashed the box and beam up and burned them in the fireplace. All that remains of the first experiment is one of the spheres and the gravity fluxuator. I had been working since 1970 on the concepts involved with the experiment and it had been in vain, so I swore off science stuff altogether. It was totally without profit. Never again! A few days later and I was back at trying to solve the same old problem. There was another time not long after this when I swore to myself I would never have anything to do with science stuff again. It didn't work; I was soon doing the same thing over again. I quit trying to quit.

The following may be of particular interest to those who wonder about our government (U.S.) keeping track of people, and the methods they use. It concerns going to a dentist. On 5-15-92 I went to Joseph D. Wheeler, D.D.S. on 13275 M-140 HWY; South Haven, Mi. I needed a tooth filled (#12). Everything went as expected. The tooth was drilled while the female assistant stood before me and watched intently as the work was done. One thing unusual during this session was when the dentist said to himself, "And now for the insulation." That, of itself, made no particular impression on my thinking till later. But because it was all he said during the time the tooth was being filled, I remembered it.

I was outdoors when the tooth that had recently been filled began to ache. The sensation was that of liquid pain. That is how it was visualized in my mind when it began to hurt - a small pool of liquid pain in my jaw. It being so intense, I hurried inside the building where we ate lunch. The only thing I could see that might be of help was a rubber band on the table. Passing that between the tooth that hurt and the one next to it, out came a dark brown cube of about 1/16 inch. When that came out the pain instantly went away. The expansive property of the rubber band had evidently snagged it out. The rubber band also loosened a narrow, thin piece of wire from the side of my tooth where it had been set in the filling. That piece of wire was very tough. I tried cutting it by using a sharp blade wedged between the filled tooth and the one next to it to see if the leverage advantage would sever it, but it never did cut. I could not see the wire because it was on the backside of my tooth, but I could feel it with a narrow pointed object, like the blade tip of a knife or paper clip. After the tooth no longer hurt by removal of that cube, Mike Todd came in the room and I told him what I had done and found. His response was, "Maybe they are trying to keep track of you."

Later, 7-1-96, I was driving in the countryside and saw a dentist sign. I stopped at the office of Fredrick Hoekkzema Jr. D.D.S. at 4868 Lake Michigan Dr., Suite A; Allendale, Mi. I was told that he could pull the tooth in 20 - 30 min. When the time arrived, I jumped in the dentist chair and he looked at the tooth and took an X-ray. He said he could not pull #12 tooth due to the tooth growing the wrong way. Using the tooth probe that he had used, I said there was a wire on the backside of my tooth and asked him to verify it, but he would not look, neither he nor his two female assistants looking on seemed disposed to respond to my statement.

A few years later I noticed that the filling had come out of that tooth, #12, and I must have swallowed it. Not long after that decay set in, but I had no desire to visit another dentist. Then the tooth directly opposite that one needed to be filled also, and decay set in that one too. Tooth #12 caused my cheek to swell on the left side and the one opposite caused the roof of my mouth on the right side to swell. An interesting thing about the following months of pain is that one tooth would ache and then the other would, but they never ached at the same time. Finally, I was bothered by the aching teeth for so long and to such an extent that I thought would absolutely have to go to a dentist again. But, on the very day I began looking, in that very hour, the pain left and never returned. The teeth decayed away and that closed the chapter, "A visit to the dentist."

January 28, 1997 I paid Joe Sloviniski "Systems Network Engineer" for Alliance Network, Grand Rapids, Mi. of 333 Bridge Street, Suite 1230, $800.00 to create a web page that would contain "The Bones of Time" and numerous short stories taken from a writing I had done earlier "To Share Thoughts". Terry Hans (apparent owner) was the person to whom I paid the money. He said he did not have a receipt book at the time and would give me a receipt later. He said the same thing the next two times I came in, but I was never given a receipt for the $800.00. That wasn't as bad as the result of what Joe did. When I went to check on the web page, there was no wrap around to the pictures. Sentences did not fit the illustrations to such a degree I was ashamed of the site. Joe said the only options were to leave the site as it was or to have the illustrations removed. In doing this the print would justify, but the site would become a generic blah.

Later, In South Haven, Mi. I asked a young man by the name of Andy Brown to do a web page and he said he would. I think I paid him $100.00 or so to start. A few days later he said he was having problems with the illustrations I had left. Later he said he had to use a friend's scanner and they were not done. Later he said it was broke. I knew what the end result would be. Never did get the illustrations back.

After Andy I asked a man living at the Senior Center, and acting as a driver for the elderly, if he would be interested. He said he would. I believe I gave him $125.00 to begin. Ted didn't like the way I had written "The Bones of Time" and began changing paragraphs around without my knowing it. I knew where that led.

"So," you will say, "Why don't you do your own web page?" I tried that. Bloomingdale Communications was my IP. When I fashioned a web page, it would not function in information set up. It didn't take long to figure that one out.

Recently, within the past few years, I placed an ad in the Grand Rapids Press to do a Google search for c2=E/m. At the time for the ad to run, were a person to do a search for c2=E/m they would come up the explanations I had done at "Answers" at Yahoo for this value and why it existed as a completion to the physics trilogy. These three parts, the equations for energy, mass, and gravity describe the three distinct physical aspects that God used in creation of our universe. A few weeks later I asked the Ann Arbor News, 340 E. Huron, to run a similar add. I paid $188.00 for the ad placement and left. A short time later I received a Voucher, ID #00018076 for ad #2229157 along with a check for that amount. Invoice date was 5-18-06 and the check date 5-19-06, so it didn't take long for them to decide not to run the add Google search after that time turned up no references to c2=E/m, but there were seven nonsensical titles not directly relating to that equation in any manner, whereas prior to this time there were distinct references to why it existed. Even today if a person does a search for that equation one will not exist - unless someone is forced to change it back.

One last event that happened a few weeks ago will serve to end this writing. My son Dan was being married in Pine Mountain, Ga. on the first Saturday of the month. I arrived on Friday, early, and got a room at Day's Inn in Pine Mountain. That morning I ran with Dan for awhile and then returned to my room. I opened my laptop computer, and both cover latches were broken off and gone. I knew they were there earlier that day because I had a difficult time opening my computer (I hadn't used it, and opened it more than two dozen times). I was so amazed at what had been found that I took my laptop with me to lunch to show Dan. I was positive that I was not looking at something right. Dan said both were broken.

Little, petty things that make our government feel they are in control. The reason for their actions? I maintain the religion of evolution is a lie, abortion is murder, and the "big bang" impossibility. See anything there politically incorrect?

Enough information has been presented that should anyone wish to look into what I have written has a place to start. For information on the science concepts, visit "youtube.com" and look at gravity engine 1 and 2. I think there are about fifteen separate information videos under the name of Stcorridon.

Duane Ertle
South Haven, Michigan