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Alien Technologies & Flying Saucers
Gilmor, Ontario, Canada and
Maple Ridge, Frazer Valley, Vancouver, British Columbia

Canadian, David Hamel Alien Craft in which David Hamel rode
The strange case of Mr. David Hamel is of one man's stubborn attempts to implement alien technologies given to him by extra-terrestrials from the planet Kladen by building a working flying saucer powered by permanent magnets.

Some scientific outlets sell a Hamel effect magnetics kit that demonstrates the principal on a table-top scale.

Arrangement of Cones and Permanent Magnets inside Hamel's Flying Saucer A simple demonstration of the "Hamel Effect" can be obtained if circular magnets are held in a specific configuration over a metal ball-bearing on a table-top. The bearing will accelerate and spin out-of-control with no energy input and appears to spin forever. This is the scaled-down principle behind David Hamel's mysterious flying saucer.

As summer is upon us in the year 2005, the 81-year-old Hamel is prepared to test out his latest prototype and another book about him is about to be released.


  1. [THE PLAN] by Graham Conway (4 pages)
  2. [DAVID HAMEL] from Keelynet (2 pages)
  3. [WELCOME FUTURE] by Eric Shinn (6 Pages)
  4. [HOME] Link to HomePage (More Info)

T H E   P L A N

by Graham Conway
Picture of Canadian David Hamel For most people who decide to spend their time watching the Waltons, the result would be television entertainment. But for David Hamel, carpenter and millwright, the viewing experience became a door that opened up a whole new world.

On the evening of October 12, 1975 Mr. and Mrs. Hamel and a friend sat back and relaxed. The modest home situated in a thinly forested area known as Maple Ridge, has few neighbours and therefore offers seclusion and the privacy that goes with it. This region, in the Lower Fraser Valley of British Columbia, is within a figurative stone's throw of Vancouver and possesses the distinction of having previously recorded a number of UFO sightings. However, this particular night was to produce what may be this community's most notable incident, at least as far as we are aware up to the time of writing.

David states that as they watched the screen he saw it go "snowy". Then to his amazement, he saw two people emerge in what he describes as "silver dust." The beings, one male and one female, resembled humans wearing one-piece suits. Coming over to where David sat, they touched him on the arm. Then communicating via telepathy, they explained that they intended to elevate him to a space ship located above his home, and then proceeded to do so.

The craft that the astonished witness found himself in was, he estimates, 18 feet high and 30 feet in diameter. With windows all around the outer edge, the machine contained a number of small rooms, four feet by six. Each room, he noted, had sets of drawers that closed with a snap. During a tour that was provided, his hosts introduced him to a third being on board, a bearded male. The visitors informed him that they were from a planet located three billion miles from our earth. All his questions were answered freely and much information was provided of a highly technical and philosophical nature.

David admits that a great deal of what he saw, and was told in detail, was beyond his comprehension. Even when he was able to grasp the newly acquired concept, he was further frustrated by his lack of ability to describe the ideas that were implanted.

His tour also included a medical check, an instrument being used to provide a reading of what was wrong and how to cure it. He added that even his bad back showed up on their screen.

One of the Flying Saucer Proto-Types built by David Hamel David was shown a laboratory that held a device that purified water from the craft. When he asked the occupants where they slept, they explained that magnets around the ship were activated enabling them to float and thereby eliminating the need for soft beds. They also explained that the machine in which he found himself was powered by perpetual motion, and that they intended to teach him to build his own craft.

David estimates that this conversation took 15 minutes, before he was returned to his bodily shell in the living room of his home. In view of what he relates it must be concluded that either some sort of time dilation took place, or thought transference was unusually rapid, as it would appear impossible to achieve all that he told us in that period of time.

But the adventure was by no means over. In fact, it had just begun.

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The visitors were obviously aware that their protégé possessed a minimal education and would encounter many problems during the construction of the proposed craft. So they simply moved into the house for an extended period of time. Although David could see them, his wife could not. But she could hear footsteps, see doors open and blankets lift off beds. The visitors informed him that on a certain day in the future they would appear in a solid form to his wife, Nora.

Lack of funds, space to work and technical know-how were ever present problems, although these were overcome as each one arose. The working plans might be best described as an artist's conception of the finalized machine. A construction engineer or draughtsman would, I think, throw up his hands in despair. Having met, in the past, craftsmen who seldom if ever put pen to paper, but knowingly tap their forehead when asked how they know what to do next, then I must admit that an unseen (to me) guiding force might well be evident in this case too.

As time progressed the Maple Ridge man sought assistance from many directions. The result was an impressive accumulation of correspondence from prestigious institutions. Most replies tended to be skeptical of his proposals, but did not discourage him from further effort. Many asked him to contact them again when he had acquired a working model. In desperation, the aircraft builder sought a government grant through the auspices of his local MP [Member of Parliament]. But the federal government declined participation.

Realizing that his government disability pension would be nowhere near enough for the estimated construction costs, David secured a bank loan for $2500. With this he was able to make a beginning, gradually adding more equipment as he could afford it. To date his investment stands at $6000 of his own money, with a further $900 required to complete what he feels will be a full scale working model.

Listening to David describe his experiences and construction plans, hearing the scorn ringing as he describes the disbelievers who come to look but don't see, I can't help wondering if I would have had the same feelings, and heard the same driving voice in the Wright brothers, had I been present when they assembled that pile of string and canvas-wrapped air frame that they called an aircraft. And that heap of junk flew!

Not all of this is hot air, by any manner of means. Initially David built a small model, employing the present propulsion system, and placed it casually in an oil drum in his workshop prior to retiring one night. Next thing he noticed was a red glow that lit up the living room. Thinking the building was on fire, he climbed out of bed only to discover that the rotation of the magnets had activated to such a point that the oil drum was red hot. In a matter of minutes the machine exploded, sending parts and magnets through the roof of the workshop.

This dramatic demonstration of success was the flame that sent him back to the drawing board, with a loud persistent voice telling him of bigger and better things to come. To paraphrase a famous line from the movie "Field of Dreams": Build it, ensure it works, then the government might wake up and take note of his revolutionary machine!

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As work slowly progressed, David found himself compelled to seek materials and information not available locally. His travels even took him to California in search of suitable magnets with which to ring his craft. In book stores he felt compelled to buy certain books. His library is now considerable, not only in size but also in variety. Many of the books are of the layman's introductory type and might be regarded by professional people in the field as simplistic in their approach.

The machine that David has built is in an advanced stage of construction, although the 54-year old designer points out that if the machine performs as it should, then the materials he has used will not stand up for long to the stress placed upon them. In this respect, however, he has no choice. His very limited funds will not allow him any alternative.

Observers can be found who will state flatly that not only will the machine not get off the ground, but it won't even work at all. It is interesting to note, however, that the concept David describes with such enthusiasm has been described previously in many publications from around the world. The most recent example was in Flying Saucer Review, vol. 24, No. 1, pp. 13-14. A lengthy article by Andrew Collins, titled the "Aveley Abduction," contains references to a propulsion system with many similarities to those David Hamel is so valiantly trying to integrate.

To varying degrees these similarities are apparent with disturbing frequency. Partly because of this and other factors, I tend to think that the whole story, improbable as it sounds, does have substance.

Something took place that might be safely described as a psychic experience. Although David does not consider himself psychic, under the normal acceptable definition of that term, he will relate recent occurrences involving himself which display all the typical characteristics of this phenomenon. Automatic writing, failing to appear on a photograph, astral travel, all have occurred, he claims, since the visitation.

When eventually the space visitors decided they had achieved their objective and that things were nicely underway, they announced that they were leaving, but would return as originally promised. In due course the specified time passed after their departure, and one day and orange car appeared. From it three persons emerged, who were oriental in appearance, with a reddish skin. David can only recall that the license plate was orange. From then on for the next three hours he was a silent observer of what to him was a miracle.

His wife suffers from cerebral palsy, and for her, communication of any kind is difficult. But when these visitors held her hand she was able to converse with them easily and did so, asking questions and having them answered. The two men and one woman were easily recognizable as the original crew members he had met several months before, only this time they were dressed in an acceptably conventional manner. When they finally left it was with the familiar announcement that they would be back again.

I had been introduced to this self-taught, retired machinist by a roundabout route, which finally led me to meet Mr. and Mrs. George S. Merchant who were good enough to arrange an opportunity for me to interview this contactee. During these preliminaries it was suggested that any contact case, no matter how bizarre, dies a natural death in the course of time (with a few notable exceptions). If a man could be found who could follow a plan that would attract attention to a new concept, with a host of accompanying startling ideas about mankind's future, then it wouldn't matter if the machine didn't work at all, ever. It would have served its purpose: to focus continuing attention on one man and his voice, echoing ideas from another star.

Maybe that is "The Plan".

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As a routine part of the investigation I was very much on the alert for the usually ever-present, and glaringly obvious, cross-country network of high tension towers. Although they were present on a mountain side about five miles north of the contactee's home, I completely overlooked what was staring me in the face.

An associate drew my attention to a steep hill that rises directly behind Mr. Hamel's home to an altitude of possibly a thousand feet. Erected on its summit is a microwave relay tower!

This fact becomes even more significant when we consider that a previous and more recent incident, published in CUFOR vol. 4, no. 5 and titled "The Maple Ridge Diamonds" took place less than one air mile south from where David Hamel lives. Quite literally on the other side of the hill!

ADDENDUM - Part 2, May 1996.

In the early eighties David and his wife decided to relocate, and in doing so settled in Gilmore, Ontario. This spot was a site seen many years previously when David was privileged to observe it from the air, whilst on board a saucer. But that's another story altogether.

Once established in his new home, Mr. Hamel constructed a Quonset hut, so that he could continue to work once again on his craft right through the long cold winters to come.

When I visited him in July, 1986 he had the building completed and was in the early stages of pouring the concrete for the floor. From numerous telephone calls I have had since that time I know he has again built a larger and therefore more expensive version of the Maple Ridge model. Energy and enthusiasm still abound, but shortage of money is forever a major stumbling block.

In 1985, with the help of well-meaning friends, he wrote and sent a large number of letters to political figures and major industries. Most chose to ignore him, a few replied politely, the remaining handful said "Thank you, we don't have any money to spare, but should you be successful in your endeavours, please don't hesitate to contact us, because we are interested!"

To name some of these far-sighted leaders of our nation, the list would include:

Brian Mulroney.............Prime Minister
George Hees................Veteran Affairs
Donald Cox..................National Research Council
F. V. Nyberg................Science Council of Canada
In addition, letters were sent to John Turner and Ed Broadbent, also ministers of government at that time. Of the few replies, it would be fair to choose as an example, the letter from the National Research Council, dated 17 March 1986; it was six lines long and signed by Mr. W. F. Davidson. Its most telling line was, "we doubt that the material will be of benefit to our operations........".

Rather than serve as an anticipated damper, it merely had the effect of stimulating a March 21st, five page reply, to which their was no further response. Clearly the Executive Assistant to the President knew when he wasn't on a winning streak!

About 1990, I met a French Canadian named Pierre Sinclair, a gentleman with an electronics background. In the course of a number of conversations that revolved around our mutual interest in UFOs, David Hamel naturally entered the picture. Having explained how difficult I found his explanation of (to me) mind-boggling concepts, offered in less than perfect English, I suggested that Pierre try his luck. Contact was made, and from then on things really began to move forward. Visits were made back and forth across the country as the various stages of development took place. The day finally arrived when a degree of success was achieved and out-of-town observers were displaying a keen interest in the unfolding events.

As many people were asking all the same basic questions it was felt that a book describing all related events would be a worthwhile venture. A journalist called Jeanne Manning, who had studied free energy devices for fifteen years, agreed to assist in writing the book. The title of which, The Granite Man and the Butterfly", had nothing to do with either marathons or entomology, but rather two of the "keys" to David Hamel's earlier models. The book makes fascinating reading insofar that it provides an insight into a more than puzzling past of the inventor. Indeed, at times one may be convinced that it is a piece of history that combines the horrors of war, prison camp, escape, "blanket" bombing and rescue; and let us not forget "lady luck", love and the paranormal. And all this BEFORE the strange events of October 1975 in Maple Ridge, that took David Hamel down a path that changed his life forever.

ADDENDUM - Part 3, May 2005.

So thirty years have passed since this story emerged. Today, David Hamel is now 81 years old, just as “fired up” as he ever was. He tells me that he has some equally interested and involved assistants and that THE MACHINE will be ready to be tested .… again …. This summer. In the interim a new book has just been published about him and his endeavours. It is entitled “The Word Made Manifest Through Sacred Geometry”. Written by Bob Thomas a resident of Washington State. Some years ago a book was written by Jeanne Manning, entitled “Granite Man and The Butterfly”. The future alone will reveal if this time success will be the pay off for all of his years of dedication and belief in the outcome of one strange event many years ago.

(Editor's note: Anticipating questions about the first part of this article, we must underscore the author's point that David Hamel's entrance into a spaceship was evidently an out-of-body experience. This would explain why his absence was not noted by the other two present and perhaps why communication was so quickly effected. Also, it is obvious we are not to suppose that the visitors physically materialized from a TV set. Instead their appearance in front of the screen, which presumably looked "snowy" to help re-focus Hamel's attention, must likewise have been on a level of perception not shared by the others.)


from Keelynet

Inspiration - Where the Idea Came From

While watching television with his wife and housekeeper, David Hamel experienced a sort of 'waking trance' in which he was mentally transported to an alien ship. (The book gives a more detailed description of other observations, but for our purposes, we will stick to the magnetic drive technology.) Noticing a vibration within the ship, Hamel asked what caused it. The ship was constructed around two large cones, with the wide ends on the bottom. One cone was supported on the top of the other and suspended by magnets and pinions.

Basic Explanation of the principle:

A tornado-like rushing of air moved up through the ship to produce a tremendous friction. The cone within cone wobbled at high speed and were kept continuously off-balance. As the cones wobbled and the air rushed between them, lightning-like flashes appeared between them. Hamel was shown the outside rim of the ship, where numerous openings served to allow the in and out motion of the air as it rushed between the wobbling cones. These air openings controlled not only the amount of air but the direction of flow. As the air was moved at high velocities through the gap between the wobbling cones, it became ionized to produce a stream of charged particles. The cones not only produced energy but also provided propulsion. This was accomplished by a small weighted ball, rolling in circular path in a restricted space. The circular movement of this ball appeared to have a falling motion, always seeking equilibrium. The upper area of the cones were suspended on magnetic parts which were kept unbalanced to sustain the disruption of equilibrium to produce the wobbling effect.

Imagine a horizontal disk, suspended on point, forever falling or tilting sideways as a metal ball rolled forward on its rim. This produced the graceful fluttering effect which Hamel likened to 'a butterfly above a magnetic field.' The magnets would not wear out because they were suspended on a magnetic field. Movement of the cones produced an electro-gravitational field to cause the ship to lose its connection with gravity, thereby neutralizing it's 'weight'. Movement of the ship could be controlled by pulling the ball out of rotation. Hamel was given the term 'weight into speed' to help remember what he was being shown. The aliens informed Hamel they had given this technology to our ancestors many times over history and we would find evidences of it as historical artifacts and in legends. Hamel was also told we used energy technology which produced heat as it dissipated the energy. The natural way was to produce cooling by use of implosion forces, rather than explosion.

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The Initial experiment:

Eventually, after much thought, consideration and research, Hamel decided to try to duplicate the cone within cone system. Using bicycle rims as the base support for his aluminium sided cones, magnets were held onto the sides with electrical tape. When the magnets were taped just right, they produced a rejection force. A 45 gallon steel barrel was lined with magnets on the inside to create a magnetic suspension zone. The cone within cone arrangement was placed inside this barrel. Once everything was aligned, Hamel screwed down the cover of the barrel. The cones were floating on a repelling magnetic field produced by the magnets on the lower rim of the cones. When a larger magnet was pressed down onto the top cone, a tumbling motion was created which caused the floating cones to wobble in a circular motion, in a constrained path, at an ever increasing speed. At a certain speed, the vibration stabilized, much like the smooth rotation of a properly balanced, rotating tire on your car.

Shortly after closing the barrel and due to the lateness of the hour, Hamel and his wife went to bed. Within a brief period, they were awakened by a loud bang, followed the dull red glow of what appeared to be a fire from the room with the barrel. On investigation, Hamel found the barrel had exploded into pieces strewn all over the room. (Pierre told me the barrel had IMPLODED because the barrel was caved in. This fits with the implosion theory and the idea that magnetic energy ATTRACTS TO itself while electricity REPELS FROM itself.) Further experiments with the suspended cones produced unusual energy effects such as scrambling television reception, fogging photographic film or causing double exposures when a photo was attempted.

Most Advanced Experiment:

The next major step, after many smaller experiments, involved the construction of a saucer shaped cone within cone mechanism which was 7 feet, 3 inches in diameter, with a height of 3.5 feet. It was situated on a platform reached by a 16 foot ladder. At 11PM one evening, Hamel screwed down the garbage can lid that compressed the top magnet to make the cones wobble. He noticed a glow and a sudden wind being sucked into the craft. Fearing for what would happen next, Hamel climbed down the ladder and removed it for safety. His wife yelled that the TV set had gone out again, followed by a power failure that had plunged the neighbourhood into darkness. Hamel ran into the now dark house to get his Brownie camera and as he reached the door on his way back outside, the craft was glowing red and changing to green as it rose off the suspended platform. As it continued to rise, the color went to blue, then bright white as it shot off up into the air and out towards space. Hamel managed to get 12 photographs as the craft rose, though the most spectacular are in a series of five.

Current Research Effort:

Pierre Sinclair has vowed to build a working model and secure a patent in David Hamels' name. Both feel this technology is critical to the survival of humankind on our world as indicated by Hamel's contact with the aliens.


by Eric Shinn
Twenty-nine years ago, during the global energy crisis of 1975, David Hamel was watching The Waltons on his home television in Maple Ridge, British Columbia, when two grey static pixels emerged from the screen and enlarged into alien beings on either side of him. They appeared to him as a humanoid male-female couple, although he admits that’s an arbitrary visualization his brain concocted when engaged telepathically by beings from another dimension.

They introduced themselves as “A” and Arkan, from the planet Kladen. They brought Hamel aboard their flying saucer—“They sent me through the roof!” is how he describes the paranormal out-of-body experience—where their androgynous android companion, On, illustrated how they travelled from their distant galaxy to Earth: their ship floated in an anti-gravity bubble powered by electrically charged vortical airflow between magnetic rings. It was, the aliens said, the same method they had used when they visited the ancient Egyptians prior to the construction of the great pyramids at Giza, when they turned up as three wise men in Bethlehem for the birth of Jesus and when they appeared to Third Reich scientists before World War II in an attempt to avert global military conquest.

On explained that the ship’s motor needed no fuel except the inherent magnetic forces that attracted and repelled its components. By varying the relative position of the magnetic rings, a vortex of charged air could be created intense enough to suck the ship through a surrounding electromagnetic disturbance, escaping gravity, radar and common sense. Hamel received a breathtaking fifteen-minute demo ride at hypersonic speed over the Canadian landscape, pausing only to hover over a man carrying a yoke laden with two buckets, who collapsed when he saw the ship overhead. Hamel was then instructed to do two things: develop the aliens’ technology on earth in order to save the human race from “the Grid” (the world’s asphalt-electrical network) and use it to build a survival ship like Noah’s Ark. At last, “A,” Arkan and On dropped Hamel back home into his body, and he emerged in the immersive flicker of his TV’s cathode static.

Though he says, “They’re in my body, my mind, I can’t get away from them,” Hamel’s next and final direct encounter with the aliens came just three months later, when they returned in a black car with red diplomatic licence plates. He admits to feeling a little hurt by that visit, because they ignored him and instead communicated for three hours with his wife Nora, whom they had in fact visited once before, six years earlier.

Back then, in 1969, David Hamel was training baton-twirling girls at the local Legion hall in Maple Ridge. Nora, who is unable to walk and has limited motor skills due to the cerebral palsy with which she was born in 1944, would sit in her wheelchair, enjoying the manoeuvres. The two struck up an understanding, with David’s horrific World War II trauma balanced by the pain Nora had suffered because of fourteen botched operations to mend her misshapen legs.

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It was after one such surgery that the aliens came to Nora, comforting her during her recovery and, curiously, leaving angelica leaves on her hospital bed, in her hair and on the floor of her room.

Moved by her situation, David asked for Nora’s hand in marriage after several years of twirling courtship—to the disbelief of Nora’s family. “I thought for four days about it,” says Hamel, who still has three children from an ill-fated first marriage he embarked upon while on leave in Scotland after the war. “They were going to send Nora for more operations. She showed me what they’d done to her, those goddamn doctors. I said, No rotten bastards are going to cut her up again. So I decided to marry her.”

Still very much in love, David and Nora now live together in rural Gilmour, Ontario, a God-fearing, Twin Peaksesque hamlet in the Precambrian Shield forests south of Algonquin Park. Their modest two-storey home at the end of a dirt road is close enough to town that Hamel can drive in daily to get food, but far enough away that he can build and test flying saucers on his sprawling lightning-prone property without causing too much of a ruckus. NASA once came to visit him here after hearing of the six forty-five-gallon oil drums Hamel rocket-launched using motor prototypes developed immediately after his abduction, and of the power outages he continues to cause in the vicinity of his ongoing testing.

“I would work for NASA if they would listen to me, but they don’t!” he rants. Hamel is outspoken, independent, egomaniacal. He’s also a practical, hands-on guy, having received only an elementary-school education during his schoolboy days in 1930s Montreal. During the Cold War, he operated radios along the DEW (Distant Early Warning) Line in the Arctic and worked as a rock-cutter for a marble company that designed bank lobbies. “I’ll put the lights out for miles, then they’d listen, they’d know what I’ve got. The scientists come here, but they can’t accept the magnetic. They’d rather play around with nuclear rods, but they’re poison. There’s too much lying, too much greed. Everyone wants the truth, but they won’t find it, they won’t plant the seed, people are dying, the end is coming!”

Not all of Hamel’s neighbours approve of his ufological eschatology, but he doesn’t bother them at the local parish—televangelical Sunday service suits him just fine. Many know him as “the UFO guy,” who earlier this year escaped from a head-on collision with an oncoming truck while attempting to turn his car off the highway into the parking lot of a local restaurant. “I don’t know how he survived that,” says the restaurant owner incredulously. “He sure is stubborn.”

But wouldn’t you be stubborn if the signs were everywhere? After David and Nora moved here from British Columbia in 1980, they found—left behind in the attic by the previous occupant—a yoke matching the one carried by the man Hamel saw from the saucer. And patterns of angelica leaves identical to those left behind for Nora were discovered beneath their wallpaper during renovations.

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Nowadays the Hamel home is a treasure trove of occult ephemera. Lining the living room wall (opposite the wood carvings of scenes from the Book of the Dead depicting what some believe are ancient Egyptians receiving radiation therapy from primitive electrode effigies) are blueprints for Hamel’s Ark of the Covenant—the Noah-inspired spaceship he hopes will carry survivors of the coming apocalypse. Hamel plans to launch the craft from a giant slab of granite rock near James Bay. Also hanging on the wall is a framed black-and-white airbrush illustration of a domed saucer hovering within a glowing aura, taken from a 1970s pulp sci-fi illustration. Hamel claims the illustration, in the form of undeveloped microfilm, was subcutaneously embedded in his palm following his original abduction. A stigma remains on his hand from the emergency surgery required to remove it.

David Hamel is an inventor. Not only of stories that just might be true, but also of machines that just might work. He is as much an artist as an engineer, weaving alternate realities from historical and scientific anomalies, sculpting metal according to intuited designs. He works alone or with friends in the backyard shed he built himself. He supports his wife on a meagre military disability pension, which he began receiving in the mid-1960s as compensation for crippling bullet wounds suffered during the Second World War.

As if the bureaucratic ineptitude of a twenty-year pension delay doesn’t irk him enough, Hamel knows he would now be rich if his magnet-related patent applications hadn’t been misfiled years ago. He can’t remember when, but he is sure he attempted to patent the process of magnetically aligning individual atoms within a lattice (an idea that is now a profitable emerging procedure in nanotechnology). So upset was he upon arriving at the Canadian Patent Office in Gatineau, Quebec, to find that his entire file had gone “missing” that he slammed cross-shaped vibrating magnets on the counter and had to be removed by police for causing a scene.

Life in Gilmour is not easy for the Hamels. At the start of every day, sixty-year-old Nora is hoisted out of bed by David, twenty years her senior, using a chain-link pulley system he’s rigged into the bedroom and bathroom ceilings. Then he purées her meals so she can feed herself through a large red straw while listening to the radio. An intimate and warm sense of humour helps keep their spirits up. “Oh, Nora, you’ve gone and made a mess again,” Hamel chides with mock seriousness while wiping food from her bib. Nora squeals with delightful denial, her face scrunching into a chagrinning “who, me?”

Both are serious when it comes to saucers. They see their situation as part of a ten-thousand-year legacy of alien contact all over the earth. They also know that David could get more work done on his Ark of the Covenant if Nora were put in a government home, but they tried that for a year a decade ago, and both lost their will to go on without the other’s compassionate support. Poor and crippled, but rich with ideas and love, the Hamels get by with a little help from their friends, and from God.

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The Hamels attract all kinds of devotees. For many, a visit to David’s shed is a spiritual pilgrimage, a conspiracy confirmation and an environmentally friendly energy workshop all rolled into one. Many of these trips have been turned into fan fiction or film documentaries. The four-title Eyewitness series (available on VHS from captures the true Hamel low-budget ethos, using a handheld camera to capture the man himself ranting and line drawings to explain the aliens’ technology.

The definitive text, though, is Jeanne Manning and Pierre Sinclaire’s The Granite Man and the Butterfly, an engaging retelling of Hamel’s abduction, philosophy and inventions. It forms the basis for Granite Starship, written by Paul Coulbeck. “He’s the bastard who copied my book,” says Hamel. Coulbeck stayed with Hamel for a week, then published the abductee’s life story—with all the relevant characters renamed and no credit given to Hamel. Bob Thomas of Arlington, Texas, hopes to set the record straight later this year in The Word Made Manifest Through Sacred Geometry: The Work of David Hamel, a book he co-authored with Hamel himself (Hamel ranted, Thomas wrote) following a two-month stay with the inventor.

On the Internet, the Hameltech Yahoo Internet group is ground zero for the inventor’s worldwide support network. Established in 2000, the forum is now home to over six hundred members, who pool their resources to realize Hamel’s vision. Core member Dan LaRochelle began networking with other Hamel fans online after reading about the enigmatic0engineer on the KeelyNet alternative energy website in 1997. A family man from Wethersfield, California, LaRochelle first visited Hamel seven years ago, while his wife was pregnant with their first child. Like Hamel, LaRochelle is a Christian, and he says he was “flabbergasted” when Hamel told him that the ship “A,” On and Arkan rode in was the Star of Bethlehem. “I’m not saying that’s exactly what happened,” he says, “but there’s something religious to it. The main message is that the world will be completely destroyed very soon, so you’ve got to build this survival ship otherwise humanity could be wiped out.”

“There are very powerful controlling factors in this world,” LaRochelle adds, “and they don’t want people to know this stuff.” Continuing, he muses about a potential conspiracy surrounding the recent mysterious murder of Gene Mallove, the editor of Infinite Energy magazine. “He was on the verge of a big discovery. We’re still forced to put gasoline in our cars and send the utility bill every month.”

LaRochelle has spread the Hamel gospel via his self-produced booklet “The Gods Have Returned,” which he has distributed at the Tesla Conference in Colorado Springs, Colorado, and at the Exotic Research Conference in Phoenix, Arizona. These events attract hundreds of participants annually from the diverse environmentalist “free energy” community. He admits to getting a lot of his facts wrong in the booklet.

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Even the schematics LaRochelle correctly reproduced don’t yield working machines. He knows as many as forty people who have tried to build a forty-five-gallon oil drum device based on Hamel’s design—all unsuccessfully. “I had a friend spend $10,000. He stayed a month with Hamel. He’s a bullheaded guy, spent his life savings, his wife divorced him.”

Steve Hiscock, a forty-four-year-old magnet aficionado from Belleville, Ontario, has so far spent between $4,000 and $5,000 on an eight-inch model, which remains incomplete despite twelve years of active collaboration with Hamel. He says he’d need to spend another $5,000 to $7,000 to build a model two feet wide, the minimum size at which the motor can function. His lack of concrete, reproducible results notwithstanding, Hiscock feels the decade-long process of discovery has been an enriching experience. “I would consider myself a very spiritual person—in a metaphysical sense, not in a conventional orthodox religious way,” he says. “The concept of the technology is rooted in a very fundamental understanding of the nature of reality, which is spirituality.”

Hiscock is wary of the delusional ego Hamel is developing with age and fame, and understands that magnetic free-energy is considered fringe even among wind, solar, geothermal and cold-fusion advocates. Still, he believes that Hamel is onto something that, with proper development, could revolutionize power supply for the coming age. He notes that earlier this year inventor Mike Brady of Johannesburg claimed to have developed the first fully functional fuel-less magnetic motor after three decades of research and testing. Brady’s company, Perendev Power, has licensed a twenty-kilowatt generator model to German and Australian distributors. (A four-megawatt model exists in blueprint form.) According to Perendev, each twenty-kilowatt unit is capable of producing enough energy to power an average home; the cost of purchase would quickly be recuperated as the owner uploads excess power to the local network. Sounds great, but without publicly available information published in peer-reviewed scientific journals, this technology will remain relegated to the lunatic fringe, even if the products are commercially viable.

“What has to happen,” says Hiscock, “is that we need a mathematical model based on a working device, so people can understand and reproduce the idea.”

David Hamel’s story sets off every skeptic’s alarm bells. As it should: he advocates an alternate chronology of human evolution that traces our origins to pre-Sumerian alien ancestry. But with the vast quantity of data available these days drowning historical and scientific knowledge in a sea of disinformation, what—and who—do we believe? The revolutionary theosophical and historical revisionism advocated on mega-sites like and Or their opposite, sites like and, which pool the world’s hoax-debunking resources with equal force?

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Hamel represents the ultimate consolidation of every cliché conspiracy into one major anti-establishment theory. He has become an official mascot for shifting, subjective, spiritually situated knowledge and action, as opposed to “objective” truth imposed by the orthodox establishment. In a way, he is a true contemporary of Linus Torvalds and Michael Moore. Like Linux vs. Microsoft, the battle Hamel is fighting pits open-source communal energy-sharing against top-down infrastructure. And like Moore vs. Bush, Hameltech vs. Big Oil is calculated satire. “Art is a lie that reveals the truth,” as Picasso said.

The Biblical David had only to throw a rock to kill Goliath. Hamel’s task in our world of spiralling chaos is far more daunting: how do you effectively throw the Book at today’s energy crisis? The technocrats keep the faith, Hamel argues, and we pay the price for their power—in our homes, our vehicles, all over our polluted planet. With the “oligarchy” (on both Christian and Islamic sides of the fundamentalist fence) hell-bent on harnessing dwindling fossil fuel resources, Hamel—and the full spectrum of more moderate free-energy supporters inspired by his passion—are taking aim.

So if you feel you must treat Hamel’s messianic message as a crackpot UFO odyssey, fine. You won’t be alone. But Hamel would remind you that the Battle for Oil is a crackpot odyssey pursued with far more damaging messianic zeal. Hamel has been living on the brink of Armageddon for as long as he can remember, and he’s not about to wait for you to come around before trying to build a magnetic free-energy device that he believes can save the world from the tyranny of the Grid. If you feel you don’t need saving, that’s fine too. He hopes not to see you in hell.


It was no ordinary blaze that engulfed Dresden, Germany, on February 13, 1945. Three waves of Allied bombers unleashed a precision-engineered firestorm on the city from above, killing between 25,000 and 135,000 people in a heat of such intensity that many died of suffocation before burning, as air was sucked from the ground as if by the bellows of a furnace.

Among the million-plus people then crowded into the city were thousands of Allied POWs, made famous by fellow prisoner Kurt Vonnegut, who science-fictionalized his fiery escape from Dresden in his novel Slaughterhouse Five. One of the POWs was Montrealer David Hamel, the firstborn of fifteen children, who in 1939, at the age of fifteen, joined the Canadian army because it was the only work he could find during the Depression. He landed at Dieppe and survived a bullet to his spine before eventually being captured and detained at Dresden in 1944.

When all hell broke loose that February night, Hamel says he fled his prison through a window and, using a horse blanket and metal wire taken from a barn, rigged himself a makeshift bed hung from the underside of a train headed for the drilling fields of Ukraine. After ten days of living off of stolen food, he smelled gasoline and noticed he was rumbling through a Nazi-held oil well zone, so he signalled with a flare to notify the Russians of this crucial bombing target. For this heroic feat, Hamel was awarded the Order of the White Eagle by the Russian military. Unfortunately, the medal was stolen from his burnt hands as he lay on a stretcher in Belgium, en route to Buckingham Palace.

A photomontage from his subsequent audience with King George VI now hangs on Hamel’s wall, ensuring he cannot escape the memory of Dresden. He won’t discuss his time as a prisoner, but he’s emphatic about what he saw while running from his prison to the train. “I looked up, and saw the ships join together in formation—one, two, three, four … the corners of a pyramid. And above them, I didn’t know what it was at the time, at the apex, I know now, was a flying saucer.”


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