GORDON SALISBURY
Many readers of Dragonline know Gordon as a co-contributor to the site with myself and Todd Thille. I first met Gordon almost 15 years ago when he was still sane; by that I mean totally skeptical of topics like Nature Intelligence and Rocks That Play Music. He was, by general consensus, a thoroughly pragmatic electronics engineer and instrument designer. He had practiced his craft in the military, the marketplace and for institutions of higher learning. Being recently self employed, I asked Gordon if he would be interested in examining the design and function of several radionics devices—-to satisfy our mutual curiosity regarding their operation. In frustration, finding no operational methodology we could explain on purely electromagnetic terms, we set out to see if “subtle energy” could be detected in another format. The classic works of Clive Backster and L. George Lawrence with plant sensitivity soon piqued our curiosity. Then, it was off to the races……
Elsewhere on this site is documented some of the experiments and devices Gordon built or tested that allowed us to enter the world of nature intelligence. In the interim, Gordon has been friend, teacher, colleague, as well as creative nemesis and spoiler to many fanciful and exuberant flights of fancy subsequently pursued. But in the end, the spirits got to him. There were just too many things we witnessed that didn’t fit well with scientific reductionism.
I have prodded Gordon to relate his particular take on our long collaboration, in Voices From Beyond The Tree Line. He has now obliged, as I am pleased to present here.
— Duncan Laurie
Foreword
I can picture in my mind’s eye the stereotypical author meshing and flexing his fingers as he begins his newest literary masterpiece. He is probably wearing a Cardigan with leather elbow patches, rimless bifocals, and a pair of corduroy trousers supported by suspenders. A nearby cast iron and jade ashtray holds a freshly filled briar pipe, and alongside at the ready awaits a vintage WWII Zippo cigarette lighter.
A green-shaded bankers’ lamp illuminates his roll top desk behind which a half-acre or so of bookshelves offer him leather bound editions of his favorite reference books. With a flourish, those freshly flexed fingers begin their journey across the keys of his freshly oiled Underwood typewriter, a journey already fixed in his mind, one which will reflect his impeccable preparation and dedication to the literary arts. He’ll carefully create a foreword, which will guide his readers into the subject of discussion and deliver a clearly defined map of his thoughts for them to follow through his text. The man is a master of his craft. He begins.
Click, click, clack, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap………ding!