BACO ― A Blessing and a Miracle

 

 

Copyright © August 1999 Wm Blessing

Copyright © October 2015, April 2016 Minnesota Wellness Publications (author David Bonello)

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Introduction by the Author

Chapter 1 ─ The Miracle

Chapter 2 Stop Me If You've Heard This

Chapter 3 ─ So Many Lies and So Few Brains

Chapter 4 ─ What the Hell Is It?

Chapter 5 ─ Let's Try This

Chapter 6 ─ Now to Tell Toodie

Introduction by the Author

This is the story of an amazing liquid solution that kills all known pathogens, but is as safe as water to humans and animals. It is the story of a man whose goal was to help mankind win the war against germs. It’s also my story, since it took me nearly 15 years to find the inventor and a few more years to uncover the real story which had already transmogrified on the internet into something far enough from the truth as to be ridiculous and laughable.

It’s also a story of greed and incompetence.

Since its invention, every person who has come into contact with this substance has only seen dollar signs.

Your author has even been accused of seeing dollar signs, but as the Talmud tells us, “We don’t see the world as it is, but rather as we are.”

Greed and control are natural “draws.” Your author has never taken a dime for his work, researching and writing about health and wellness, and we’ve even posted (at our site: www.mnwelldir.org) a letter from our accountant in which she certifies that nobody working for our nonprofit corporation has ever been paid anything for their work. We are all unpaid volunteers. The reason for this is simple: all of us have “enough,” there are no conflicts of interest, and so we cannot be bought off. Our research is as close to the truth as we can get.

I should mention here that I am currently building a foundation to support alternative/complementary therapies, and in that foundation we will eventually hire paid staff. We simply need the best people, and to get them, we will need to pay them. However, your author will continue to work as a volunteer, because I have enough.

As I write these words, the infrastructure surrounding this liquid solution has crumbled. The inventor died leaving machines all over the place that few know how to work or how to maintain. Because of the greed and need for control in every person whose come into contact with it, the focus has been on short term profits with the only long term goal of becoming filthy rich. Thus, with no long term goal consistent with that of the inventor, to win the war against germs, incompetence became rampant. For years, wasted energy has gone into accomplishing absolutely nothing, although a few dollars have been made and a lot of egos have been bolstered.

But in the end, nothing has been accomplished; again, because “everyone” connected with the inventor who made it for some 30 years out of his kitchen has been unmitigatedly incompetent.

The product might just die and go down in history as a footnote similar to experience of the Rife machine, which fell into a dark hole leaving hundreds of worthless clones on the market at ridiculous prices with unproven and questionable results.

The powers that be, those who profit from money-driven medicine, are as happy as they could possibly be that the “actual substance” is hidden among all those pretending to have it, to have a connection to it, and who are and making money selling it, when “it” turns out to be much less than the real thing, producing much less than the best possible results, and sometimes doing absolutely nothing (at $40 an ounce).

The real product kills all known pathogens, including HIV and Ebola. It’s gone by many names. The internet knows it mostly as “covalent silver solution,” and the real deal was sold most often under the name, BACO (Blessing Aquatic Company).

I have traveled in circles of healers, scientists, geniuses, and journalists. When I mention this solution, I’ve often heard, “Oh, that multivalent silver fraud.”

It’s hard to get a “real” scientist to accept that, yes, there is a goodly amount of fraud involved, but as for multivalent silver, it is real and it is really fantastic.

It’s also hard to get scientists interested because of all the greed and manipulation that have surrounded this substance, even before the web existed. There are many who claim to have invented it. There are many who claim to be experts and even a few who claim to be beneficent businessmen who “give” the substance away for the benefit of mankind.

Basically, there’s so much bullshit out there that even if this solution is buried away never to see the light of day again, your author is still going to tell its story because I’m tired of all the lies, incompetence, and fraud. Even after the last machine falls apart, someone will still be selling “it” on the internet.

However!

Before the inventor passed away, he chose a CEO to take over for him and the company, though not flourishing, is not, by any means, dead. It looks like it's slowly coming to life with even better management. And since this is an ongoing book, what happens with that company over the next few months will be going into this book.

* * *

I cannot be bought. You’re going to get the truth, the whole truth, and the sad truth. But it’s the truth, and even if you can’t take it to the bank, you can take it to heart.

The title of this book is A Blessing and a Miracle, however, it really should be, A Blessing, a Miracle, and a Clusterf**k.

Blessings to all; I sincerely hope you'll enjoy this story,

David

 



The Miracle


Dr Carr entered the dimly lit room. The patient lay quietly on a table in the middle of the room. Near the patient stood a priest, his prayer book open, praying softly. Sitting silently in the shadows were family and friends in prayer.

The patient lay dying of late stage AIDS, complicated with Herpes simplex.

Dr Carr took out a small bottle of clear liquid, inserted an eye dropper, and approached the patient.

The patient’s breathing was barely perceptible, his eyes closed.

Dr Carr lifted the patent’s eye lids and administered two drops of the solution into both eyes.

The patient did not blink. His somatic nervous system had already begun to shut down.

Dr Carr stood back and watched the patient.

Within fifteen minutes, the patient began to blink, his eyes darting about the room.

Dr Carr administered two more drops into each eye.

Within half an hour, the patent began moving his head, looking about the room, his breathing returning to normal.

Dr Carr administered 20 milliliters slowly into the patient’s mouth and then stood back.

Everyone waited.

Before the hour was up, the patient began moving about and attempted to sit up. His family, now standing at his side, helped him sit up fully. He rubbed his eyes. He looked around and smiled weakly at everyone.

Dr Carr gave him a bottle of the clear liquid along with instructions on taking it daily.

With help from his family, he left the room. He was back to work two days later.

Today the patient is AIDS and Herpes free.

* * *

For the longest time, this was going to be my opening chapter. It would sit all on its own. It was a powerful piece all on its own.

But since journalism demands all the facts and not just some of the facts, I am continually digging deeper (and still am even while writing and publishing this), and one day I'd found what had been pushed aside every time this story was told.

The inventor had told me the above story. One of the inventor's distributors had told it to me. And Dr Carr, who oversaw the HIV/AIDS study in Belize, Central America had told it to me.

What I uncovered from extensive digging is that everyone who has been cured of AIDS in the Belize study (there were 150 at last count), not only drank the solution, they were either injected with it or took it through an IV. The IV amounts were usually around a quarter of an ounce to an 8 ounce bag of saline solution, or 6 - 7 cc.

This is important stuff. A person hearing the initial story could put his faith into one bottle and end up getting very ill.

Additionally, when injected, there have been no adverse side effects discovered, but when administered via IV bag, the heart must be monitored because heart rate has been known to rise. This rise in heart rate is one reason such small doses are administered in an IV.

And now something special for our online readers. A huge video was made under Dr Carr's supervision and we've cut it down to a few minutes. What you're seeing took place under a dark-field microscope. It cannot see viruses, but it can see bacteria, fungus, and yeast.

Most everything you see that are not blood cells should not be in healthy blood. You can see the results very clearly once BACO has been administered.


Stop Me If You’ve Heard This

 

He was born a Blessing, William Blessing; a bright, Cajun boy who grew up in Shreveport, Louisiana.

In his own words:

I was born and raised in Lake Charles, Louisiana where many people were devout Catholics. St. Margaret Catholic Church was two blocks from my house. My mom was a great cook. Sometimes the priests came to my house for my mama’s gumbo, so they knew me.

Every Mass, I watched as the priest offered the Communion cup to a communicant, then wiped the lip of the cup and passed it along to the next person. I was 12 years old when my curiosity got the best of me, so I stayed after Mass.

The priest saw me waiting to speak to him.

“My son”, he said, “You seem to have something on your mind.”

“Father, how can you allow all these people to drink out of the same cup?” I asked, “They’ve got the flu and no telling what-all they’ve got.”

So he said, “Come here, Son”. He brought me up to the altar. As he held the cup near my face, he pointed, “Look inside. What do you see?” he asked.

“It’s all shiny!” I told him.

The priest told me, “What you see is pure silver inside the cup. Bacteria can’t live on pure silver. It dies.”

I thought, “Wow! This could be the cure for the world!”

I ran out of the church and hurried home. The first person I saw was my daddy, who was working in his garden. I said, “I think I have the answer for the illnesses of the world.” Daddy smiled and said, “I know you can do it!” For most of my life, I scratched my head and rolled my eyes and couldn’t figure out how to get silver into the human body but I kept telling myself, “There’s gotta be a way, there’s gotta be a way.”

We’ll let the priest’s mistake go for now; most of us should know that colds and flu are caused by viruses not bacteria. However, like the children’s game, Broken Telephone, in which one person whispers into another’s ear who whispers into another’s ear and so on till the last person stands up and repeats what was whispered in his/her ear only to find it’s not the same message that was originally sent, this story has many, many versions, including the very first, copyrighted in 1999, which happens to be sitting on my desk right this minute.

What we can take away from the above story, which is backed by numerous studies, is that bacteria and viruses can both be killed by silver.

Author’s Note: we should point out right here that some form of the above story at one time was all over the web. As mentioned, it was copyrighted by Wm Blessing, and every version of it on the web or elsewhere, except this one, is currently violating copyright law. The story varies from location to location and some have even re-written it in order to hawk their own products. Over the years, I have forced people to take down these pages by having our attorneys issue them a letter of injunction.

Young William Blessing never got this “silver” idea out of his head. In libraries, he'd often look up stories on silver. It was alone in a library that he learned that in the old West, cowboys would toss a silver dollar into a horse trough to keep it clean. Everywhere he went, everything he did, in the back of his mind, he felt there must be a way to deliver silver in such a manner that it could kill all pathogens.

William was a very inventive boy, and he knew he could come up with something, so he put his silver ideas on the old back burner, as they say, knowing that sooner or later something would hit him. He was now free to get on with his life, which resulted in his first invention: the Weed Whacker.

The house they lived in was 18 inches off the ground and close to water. Water moccasins would come up and get under the house to catch frogs. When the grass got too high, it hid the snakes out of sight and so his mother refused to go outside and work in the garden. It was young Bill’s job, at the age of 12, to keep the tall grass down, which he did using shears. After a year of that he figured there had to be a better way, so he got out a pencil and a drawing pad and began making drawings. He got all the materials he needed and went to a welding shop to put it all together with the help of the welder. When he was finished, he’d designed the Weed Eater or Weed Whacker, just about as it is designed today. The switch was on the handle, and you could rotate it to use it as a trimmer, edger.

His motor was a bit more powerful than what was used when the “Weed Whacker” first came out. Instead of using fish line, bill used a very small stainless steel cable with a steel ball on the end. He felt that if it hit him, it would injure him, but wouldn’t cut him up had there been a blade on it. It would hurt like the dickens, he thought, so he wore long pants.

His invention could actually cut into the dirt, and so he helped his mother out in the garden hoeing with it to keep the weeds down.

When his cousin who lived in Shreveport came to visit him, he saw Bill using his invention in the garden, and asked him, “Hey, Little Fellow, can you make me one of those?”

So he went back to the welding shop, put together another one and gave it to his cousin. When his cousin returned home and began using it, a neighbor asked to borrow it. His neighbor used it a couple of times, and two weeks later, when he gave it back, had already applied for a patent on it.

This was a hard lesson for Bill to learn. Although, the next lesson he learned was “do a patent search.”

Never forgetting about his silver ideas, a few years later Bill invented a silver filter that could be fitted inside the human body supplying silver in minute amounts 24 hours a day. His biggest mistake was calling it a Blow-Back Tube. The patent was denied because Thomas Jefferson had invented a blow-back tube years earlier.

Bill could have changed the name and resubmit his patent, but he felt that, in a way, this minor setback was a message that said: there had to be a better way and he was going to find it.

Author's Note: This section in red is what I was supposed to write for you, however, as a journalist, I try not to let any "fact" get by me without "fact checking."

Thomas Jefferson never patented anything. If you search for a list of his inventions, a blow-back tube is never mentioned. Only the stories circulating the web about "covalent silver solution" mention this.

As a journalist I had to get it right. Did Bill invent this story, or was it simply one of the myths that grew up around his invention, we will never know. However, when I confronted him with this little "fact," he hesitated, and said, "You know, you might be right."

Many people get caught up in the mythology surrounding them, and it's quite human to start believing that mythology when it's repeated so often.

But the facts stand: Jefferson never invented a blow-back tube and never patented anything, and Bill Blessing's early years are shrouded in a cloud of mythology that even he got caught up in.

Bill thought about his silver problem constantly over the years. He knew all about colloidal silver, but he also knew it just wasn’t as effective as it could be. He figured the smaller the particle, the quicker the absorption and the more freely it could penetrate blood cells; something colloidal silver couldn’t do. Additionally, colloidal silver was not suspended in water. If a bottle sat still, the silver sunk to the bottom. Bill intuitively figured that the best, most efficient delivery of silver would be via a solution in which the silver was suspended in that solution.

Both he and his wife had put in nearly twenty years in the oil industry working out of Houston. Bill had been a draftsman designing piping while his wife, Carolyn, affectionately called Toodie, had been a mechanical designer.

Over a twenty year period, Bill and Toodie had documented many of their designs and inventions. They moved to Colorado Springs, Colorado to focus on the silver problem. Their two grown sons followed them and have stayed on permanently. Not long after settling into Colorado, a job offer for Toodie came in from the University of Louisiana that enticed them to move back down south just a little longer, because the university held a Productivity Center that might just promote some of their inventions.

His oldest son’s wife had just given birth to their first grandson, so they weren’t planning on staying long in Louisiana, especially since Bill’s job at the university was an unpaid position. Toodie got the paid position teaching mechanical designers how to use AutoCad.

The year was 1986, and Bill, working for nothing, set out to design a very unique computer chip that would be self-diagnosing; telling the user if something had gone wrong, if it had been hit by a spike, or if the manufacturing had created a problem and the chip needed replacement. But not too long into the project he began hearing stories about inventors who had been duped into signing their invention rights over to universities; how the staff would rewrite the patents, naming themselves the inventors.

This took a bit of wind out of his sails and he slowed down on the project, constantly questioning himself about what he really wanted to do and whether he should continue on with the university.

William had loved and admired his grandfather very dearly. He’d always felt that his grandfather was one the most creative and inventive men around. As a child, he’d sit fixated, watching his grandfather whittle wooden gears for his inventions. In his adult life, whenever William was stressed out and frustrated in his work, he’d call out to his grandfather as he went to bed, give him the problem, and let his grandfather work on it for him. He often awoke with a solution.

One night, torn between returning to Colorado and finishing up his computer chip, as he got ready for bed, he looked up toward the heavens and said: “Ok, PawPaw, it’s your turn. Start talking to me,” and he handed over his problems to his grandfather. The next morning, Bill awoke feeling weirdly ecstatic. Still in his PJs, he admitted that his inspiration level that day was quite intense. He had a small breakfast and went off to his job at the university.

Two things happened that day.

Bill suddenly realized as he sat drawing the chip that he was actually working on his silver device. That same day, coincidentally, the chancellor of the University came to him saying, “I know you won’t let us read your patent application, but would you let us see your drawing of what you’ve been talking about.” The chancellor was talking of Bill’s silver delivery invention; something that hadn’t actually been drawn yet. From the age of 12 to 40, he’d only thought of it and had yet to put pencil to paper on it. His computer chip design was the closest he’d gotten to it.

Bill was a fine artist. He could draw anything and even loved drawing cartoons. He told the chancellor, “Let me see. I’ll get back to you.”

So he pushed his work aside and put a fresh sheet of paper on his desk. He began drawing using the circle template, allowing his PawPaw to control his hand, and he quickly realized that he was drawing the core to his machine that would make the silver water; within an hour he had all the drawings, cross sections, and dimensions (tolerances, materials) and he faxed everything to a friend in a machine shop in Colorado Springs.

At home in the evenings he’d put together a power supply for his machine. He sent that to Bill Branson Jr who lived in Pueblo, Colorado.

The first response from his friend, Clinton, in Colorado Springs was: “Have you been in outer space recently?”

“You would think so, huh”? replied Bill.

“How long have you been working on this drawing?”

“About an hour, hour and a half.”

“Does that include your time spent in space?”

They packed up and moved back to Colorado.

William took his new machine to a friend’s house, Bill Branson Sr, where they hooked it up and ran some water through it. The liquid came out very cloudy. His friend, Bill Sr, was very interested in a silver solution also, but quickly walked away when the bottle of cloudy liquid turned black; walked away saying something to the effect of: “I’m not having anything to do with that shit.”

Let’s jump ahead again.

It didn’t take William long to realize that the solution turning black was a reaction caused by it being hit by ultraviolet light. He modified the flow of water passing through his machine, and finally got a solution that was just slightly milky, turned a dark purple when hit by UV light, and within a few short days, turned back to clear, clean looking water. The black stuff stayed black a much longer time, but eventually even that cleared up.

When William first wrote about this, he gave his friend, Bill Branson Sr, a lot of credit for the invention because William was like that. He wanted to share everything.

William Blessing was a very kind, loving man who never said a mean or harsh word about anyone. In fact, people everywhere loved him and called him Pops, and we’re going to call him Pops from here on.

His kind and loving nature was also responsible for his downfalls. He was not a very good businessman. He knew this and brought in others to work with him. Most of the time, the “others” saw dollar signs, and stupidity and incompetence weren’t far behind.

Pops had to break off nearly every business relationship he’d established concerning BACO because everyone wanted to become billionaires off of his invention. We’ll tell you about some of these people in the future. It’s better than a gossip column. It’s just sad how many people over the years have tried to take credit for its invention or attack it in order to hawk their own products.


So Many Lies and So Few Brains

 

This is not the chapter I had planned to write. You’ll have to wait for that because I’ve just been given permission to publish photos I took when I met with Pops and interviewed him for this book.

One of the controversies surrounding BACO is “who really invented it?”

It’s a silly controversy because the inventor knew who invented it, but because he was so generous, he gave a lot of credit to those people who suggested this or that or pushed a button or something.

Pops had met with another writer and offered him a chance at writing the definitive book on BACO, but after a few months of work, he just dropped out, and I can’t blame him. I keep running into people telling me I’m full of peanuts and that they know who "really" invented this substance.

In the original book that “other guy” was writing, Pops, being his generous self, gave a bit of credit to his old friend, Bill Branson Sr. It was Bill Sr who suggested a setting on the “reactor.” That’s all he did, but to this day, Bill’s son, Bill Jr, thinks his father was the inventor. He believes this so much so that he even convinced one of Pops’ sons that Bill Branson Sr was the inventor. It took Pops pulling his son aside and showing him the original drawings to convince his own son that he was the inventor.

Bill Branson Jr is one of the nicest guys you’ll ever want to meet. He’s on a mission to help get this solution out to the world. But he still thinks his father invented the reactor, even though he has just one of the original reactors, and Pops had at least 20 more. Pops kept tweaking and making changes as he went along and always replaced the silver rods with regularity. The rods in Bill Branson’s machine are very old, and until recently he did not know the purity of the silver required to work in the reactor.

Today, 2016, one of Pops’ sons is now working with Branson making a “really powerful” solution. It isn’t BACO, and it’s not been tested, but they’re convinced they’ve created something better. We wish them the best of luck.

Another reason Bill Jr is convinced his father made the machine is that Pops had Bill Sr bring a sample of BACO to Creighton University for testing, as you can see in the image below.

One of Pops’ ex-associates, Larry “Buddy” Mael, tried to tell me that some Russians invented the reactor because one of his sources had told him. I said that I’d have to talk to those sources, to which Buddy responded, “No way.”

“Well,” I told Buddy, “Then that’s just a rumor as far as the world is concerned. I’d have to question the source of that one before even acknowledging it.”

Over the years Buddy told me a lot of lies, starting the first day I’d met him. He told me that the studies out of Germany would be released in three months.

You see, one of Buddy’s greatest accomplishments while working with Pops (his only accomplishment) was that he got a sample of BACO into the hands of an expert in water. His name was Professor Bernd Kröplin. Kröplin is recognized as a genius. It was Buddy’s friend Marc Mercury, ex-Navy Seal and Hollywood stuntman, who got into see the Professor and here is how the story goes.

Kröplin took a specimen from the BACO bottle and put it under a $100 million dollar microscope. He then picked up the phone and made a few calls. Within the hour, private jets began landing at the nearest airport, and when the distinguished scientists arrived, Kröplin gave them each a test tube filled with BACO and said, “Take that back and take a good look at it. It’s fascinating.”  

After a few months of getting reports out of Germany with Buddy forwarding them to Pops, Pops decided to write to Dr Kröplin.

Here is the letter, with Pop’s address and phone number removed.

Dear Dr. Kröplin,

I hope your research is progressing well regarding Blessing Water. Allow me to introduce myself.

I am William Blessing, Sr., the sole owner and inventor of Blessing Water. Several months ago, representatives of my company contacted you regarding testing my water. I understand that you have been in contact with Marc Mercury and Larry "Buddy" Mael.  Any information I have received regarding your research on Blessing Water has from these individuals, and now I feel it is time to make direct contact with you.

In late September, Mr. Mael sent me a three-page summary of the research you have completed including a brief mention of your plans to do clinical testing on cancer patients in November 2009.

Recently, Mr. Mael informed me that you had successfully completed this testing. Other institutions around the world have done testing, but the University of Stuttgart is the first to test the product on various forms of cancer. Although I was pleased to hear that your research was successful, I not been given the results of your testing on cancer.

Although I have made several inquiries of Mr. Mael and Mr. Mercury, they have not informed me of your goals or intentions regarding Blessing Water. I have been led to believe that you are forming some form of alliance or joint venture with the World Health Organization, which pleases me. If this is true, as the inventor and owner of Blessing Aquatic Corporation, I wish to be included in such a joint venture. 

I am very interested in speaking with you directly to determine how your research can be mutually beneficial to the Blessing Aquatic Corporation and the University of Stuttgart/Tao Technologies.

I would appreciate if you would contact me as soon as possible . . . in order to initiate dialogue and participate in plans for the future.

Sincerely,
William Blessing, Sr.
CEO Blessing Aquatic Corporation

It wasn’t long after this letter was written that Buddy found out about it, and he exploded. He went after Pops, telling him he had “violated protocol” and did irreparable damage to their plans for further studies.

It wasn’t long after that that Pops discovered that Buddy and Marc had represented themselves to the Professor as the owners of the company and as co-inventors.

Here’s a bit of irony: Pops knew all this (how Buddy and Marc had misrepresented themselves) while I was interviewing him, but never said one bad word about Buddy, even though he was already planning on ending his partnership with him. The irony is, and I have this on an audio recording, that he praised Buddy high and low, and told me that his heart had spoken with Buddy’s heart and that Buddy was the one person he could trust to market this product.

And then within six months, he'd cut off Buddy completely, according to the new CEO of the company, Randy Grace, and Buddy, in order to make sales, watered down his BACO to around an ounce or two per liter. People who had purchased from Buddy sent samples back to Pops asking him why it wasn’t working.

According to Randy, to keep his reputation clean and because he felt sorry for Buddy, Pops supplied Buddy with BACO from time to time. But there was no relationship between them other than a cordial one.

At one point early on in my dealings with Buddy, after my time interviewing Pops, Buddy told me that someone (anonymous) had stepped up and paid for the studies (the fictional studies). I wanted to hear Pops’ reaction so I passed this tidbit onto him. Then I told Buddy that I’d told Pops to get his reaction, and he, again, exploded. Apparently Buddy doesn’t know much about journalism, and that having just one source means little to nothing, unless there is only one. Most of the time, there is more than one source.

It would take the death of Pops for me to find out that Professor Kröplin, having been lied to, washed his hands of any collaboration with BACO and refused to conduct any further research with his own funding.

It was shortly after my last call to Pops in which I had informed him of the studies (which were never accomplished) had been paid for, my very next phone call in fact, that Pops quit returning my calls or even answering the phone when my name turned up on his caller ID. It took me a long time to figure out that it could only have been Buddy who’d come between us.

Obviously he didn’t want me telling Pops anything more that I’d learned, but sadly, there was no way for me to learn that Pops had split with Buddy, and I still kept bringing in people to invest in BACO through Buddy, who, in the end, and in the words of Randy Grace, is a con artist.

As stated in the introduction, everywhere Pops went with his BACO, he found people who saw only dollar signs. They all wanted to make trillions, and nearly each one claimed to be the inventor.

There will be a coming chapter in which I will name every person who came into contact with BACO and all the little lies they promulgated for fame and fortune, but first, let’s take a look at the inventor and his invention.

I was permitted to see the original design drawings of the reactor, but was not allowed to photograph them. These photos will not give away any proprietary technology.

Pops made his BACO right in the kitchen. He’d purchase bottled water, pour it out, and then fill it with BACO. One thing they’d discovered was that water quality was an important factor. They’d also discovered that sea water made the best BACO, after which they could desalinate the water.

Pops’ homes were always located on a site that had good quality water.

This is a bottle of freshly made BACO. As you can see, it’s quite cloudy.

Here’s Pops (William Blessing) the inventor, holding his freshly made bottle of BACO.

He put it out in the sun and it started to react.

It continued to react.

Finally, it was done. This is the photochemical reaction that occurs after making BACO. By morning, the solution will be as clear as water.

The thing is, it was later discovered that the BACO does not have to be “cured” in this manner, and will turn clear in just a few days without losing any of its effectiveness.

Here’s Pops holding two gallons. He told me to open my trunk and put them inside for my ride home.

This is the reactor. BACO comes out the bottom.

The water comes in at this point. Note there are no electronics hooked up. I was not allowed to photograph the electronics involved.

If you listen to “experts,” separating hydrogen from water is an energy-intensive process. Pops separated the hydrogen from water using just a phone charger.

You can see the silver rods used in the reactor.

Always, on Pops’ desk, sat a picture of his beautiful wife, Toodie.


What the Hell Is It?  

Pops initially set out to suspend silver in water. No matter how small you make a silver particle, it cannot be suspended permanently in water. With some of the newer colloidal silvers, the so-called “nano” silvers, the particles are suspended in the water when you pick it up and shake it, but set it down, and eventually all the particles will sink to the bottom (or as chemists say, fall out of solution).

Why would anyone care about this? If you make a good nano silver product or colloidal silver, why care about suspending the silver when you can shake it, drink it and get the benefits?

Actually, it was an intuitive decision. Pops was driven but he did not know why; he just knew he had to do this. He hypothesized that applying an electrical charge to water passing thru pure silver would bond oxygen to the silver atoms. He figured enough oxygen bonded to silver atoms would permanently suspend the silver in water. He wasn’t sure how to do it, but he built his first working prototype in 1985.

Let’s go back to the night they made the first bottle.

Pops had sent his drawings to a machinist in Colorado, a friend he really trusted. Then, before leaving Louisiana, he mailed the power supply he’d built for the reactor to another trusted friend, Bill Branson Jr in Pueblo, Colorado.

Branson’s father, Bill Senior (whom Pops called Ramrod because Pops was Bill Senior and there were two Bill Juniors, so one of them needed a nickname) had the purest silver in Colorado. If you think finding pure silver is easy, just keep in mind that silver that is 99.99999% pure is not pure enough to work in the reactor. Later, Pops would connect up with the jewelry industry to get his silver.

Bill Branson Jr sent the silver to a foundry in Pittsburgh where they poured the core for the reactor.

The molded shapes arrived at Billy’s place (we’ll call Bill Branson Jr Billy from now on), which was the perfect place to receive them, since the Bransons were mechanical wizards and Billy had a complete machine shop in his garage.

Pops told me that they needed to machine the parts just a bit more to get everything to fit together. While Ramrod was unpacking the power supply, he unwittingly clicked the switch to the perfect voltage setting. Pops affixed the power supply while Ramrod hooked up a hose. They didn’t know it at the time, but the water at Billy’s place was the best possible water for the reactor, at least on land.

The reactor was ready and everyone stood around it, almost fearing to move when Pops reached over, switched it on, and filled up one gallon. When full, they wrote the power settings on the jug using a red, permanent marker.

The water inside the jug was cloudy. They lifted it and set it in the sunlight on a counter. Then slowly, the cloudy water began turning darker and darker till it looked like Coca-Cola.

That was when Ramrod said, “I’m not having anything to do with that shit,” packed his bags and drove back to Nebraska.

Pops took the jug and set it along the driveway, dusted off his hands, and said, “Well, this isn’t gonna work.”

That jug sat there for weeks. The next time they saw it, it was just a tiny scrap of plastic. A storm had hit, Billy’s dog house had been toppled, and all that was left of the jug was a bit of plastic with the red writing on it. Pops had just stopped by for a visit, but both of them, almost at the same time said, “Let’s try it again.”

Pops, again, intuitively thought that maybe it was the sunshine that had caused the solution to turn black, and wanted to test this theory. Instead of just one jug, over the next few days this experiment would turn into three jugs.

The first jug was filled, just as cloudy as the first, and Billy hid it immediately in a dark kitchen pantry.

The next day, Pops called Billy, who had already peaked in and reported that it looked a little bit less milky but wasn’t getting any darker. Pops decided to stop by and see for himself, and this time they made another and compared the “milkiness” of the two bottles to determine if it had lessened in the first.

Sure enough, the first one was less milky than the second, but Pops wasn’t quite sure what that meant. Both went into the pantry.

The next day, jug #1 was almost clear, while jug #2 was still milky. So they made a third jug and put it in the pantry with jug #1, and took out jug #2 and set it on the counter in the sun.

Sure enough, the solution started turning a purplish color. They looked at each other and again, nearly said the same thing at the same time: “Let’s put a fresh one in the sun.”

They made up jug #4, took it outside to the picnic table and set it right there in the bright sunlight. Within three minutes, the solution inside the jug was jet black.

Pops’ theory had been correct. It was exposure to ultraviolet light that had caused the color change.

Billy then said he had a friend at the city’s water-testing lab and so they brought jug #1 and #2 in for testing and learned that both were the same strength; that the silver content was the same. Now keep in mind that Billy’s friend, the PhD at the water-testing lab was “told” that the jugs contained silver. This will mean something later on.

The next day both bottles had gone clear, and they took them back for testing only to find that nothing had changed but the color. Both tested out to have the same amount of silver. But the thing was, the silver was suspended in water. The PhD in the lab confirmed that silver turns dark when it absorbs ultraviolet light, but he couldn’t explain why it was suspended. Out of curiosity, he performed a few more tests and sent Pops and Billy back home with the results.

From the lab results, Pops knew he was on the right track. He figured that the solution would probably prevent the growth of algae and bacteria in a hot tub. So they moved Billy’s hot tub into their new laboratory, Billy’s garage and machine shop, poured several jugs of the solution into it, filled the rest with tap water, and plugged it in.

Pops was working on a new project at the time and needed to use Billy’s machine shop, so he frequently visited. He was machining some mining equipment.

On one trip he met Tom, Billy’s neighbor. Tom had stopped by to go hot tubbing. When he dropped his robe, Pops noticed scabby sores on his skin. About a month later, when Pops returned to work on his project, Billy informed him that there was no sign of algae at all in the tub, and sure enough, Tom stopped by to use the tub that day too. Billy told Pops that he’d been by a few times since Pops had been there. He was glad to have someone enjoying the tub.

However, while Pops was working on his project, Tom got out of the tub, Pops looked up, and this time instead of seeing Tom’s sores, he saw fresh pink skin where they had been. Pops went over and asked him about it. Tom looked at him and said it was cancer. He said the doctor had diagnosed him with malignant melanoma and wanted to schedule chemo, but Tom kept putting off the treatments.

Tom said, “My sores are going away. I haven’t taken any medicine. Now the doctor says I don’t have melanoma.” Then he added: “The only thing I’m doing different is getting in this hot tub.”

So, it’s here you’re supposed to ask, what the hell is it?

This is what we know:

First off, I contacted the Chemistry Outreach Program at the University of Minnesota asking them how many atoms of oxygen can be bonded to silver. Here is their response:

In Ag2O3, the standard oxidation state of Ag in an oxide (1+), there are 4 O atoms bound to every Ag ion.  But I think that the most oxygens that can bind to silver are found in silver peroxide (Ag2O2).  I think that is octahedral with each silver bound to 6 Oxygens, like rock salt, but I am not completely sure because it is actually a mixed valence material (a mixture of Ag(I) and Ag(III) rather than pure Ag(II)).

BACO is oxygen bonded to silver. However, it’s many, many oxygen atoms bonded to silver. At first, Pops kept referring to the number of oxygen atoms as “infinite,” but that’s impossible. Some have said billions, but that’s impossible. The molecule is small enough to go through glass. We know this.

The molecule exists in perpetual motion. Now you might say that all molecules exist in perpetual motion because of their vibrations, but in solution, this molecule darts around. Some bounce off the container, while other dig into the container, and some actually go through the container.

Ironically, the only person who can describe the molecule washed his hands of the entire project and walked away.

As we’ve mentioned previously, he had been approached by Marc Mercury, Buddy’s friend, who represented himself as part owner of the company (along with Buddy) and co-inventor. Now whether this was his idea or Buddy’s we don’t know. All we know is they misrepresented themselves and Professor Kröplin, one of the top "water" experts in the world did some initial studies on the solution, but within a year, after Pops had contacted him, informing him that he was the inventor, Kröplin walked away washing his hands of the whole thing.

What Kröplin did determine is the following: the silver is suspended and darts around in solution. It penetrates the glass or plastic of the container. He said that you could get some of the benefits of the solution by just holding the jar because molecules were exiting the jar and going into your hand. Kröplin also felt that this was the most magnificent invention of the twentieth century completely eclipsing the invention of antibiotics. And Pops' intuition had paid off because the BACO molecule could do something no colloid, no matter how small, could do, which was penetrate a blood cell.

However, because Kröplin walked away, he left us no description of the molecule beyond the fact that a multitude of oxygen atoms are bonded to the silver atoms, and from his descriptions, I can assume that the number is in the thousands.

Thus we also know that Wm Blessing violated the laws of physics/chemistry when he bonded a multitude of oxygen atoms to a single silver atom. Somehow, Pops had developed a form of cold fusion that created these multivalent bonds. Albert Einstein and many others have theorized that cold fusion is not possible, or as Wikipedia puts it: "There is currently no accepted theoretical model that would allow cold fusion to occur."

We know that something miraculous has occurred, but sadly, further studies are required to establish this multivalent solution actually exists, as well as establish all of its properties. Studies cost money, and the people who came into the picture to invest big money have all been pushed away by either Pops, because he wanted to maintain strict controls of the product, or by Buddy, because he was always spouting off about some crazy economic theory about a new banking system and the collapse of the dollar.

In fact, according to Randy Grace, Buddy always had some con going. He’d convinced Pops that the dollar was about to collapse. When someone actually came to invest $10 million in the company, Buddy got him on the phone for a conference call, and, again, according to Randy Grace who was listening in on one of Pops’ phones, Buddy kept trying to convince the investor that there was a better way to get Pops money rather than just a bank transfer; that a bank account in this “new” sort of bank had to be created, and once it had money in it, it would start growing and Pops could withdraw from that as it grew . . . well, long story short, the investor said, “Hey, all I wanted to do was invest in your product,” then hung up and walked away.

Ever heard the phrase, “you can’t con a con?”

Actually, you can. Buddy found an investor, an ex-military man, who wanted to help fundraise. Everyone got excited and helped this guy establish his organization, run the charity events, and do what he needed to do to collect money. When they'd taken in nearly a million dollars, he suddenly disappeared and nobody has seen him since.

Again, BACO is probably never going to go anywhere because every person involved has focused solely on getting rich instead of getting it out to the world. I do believe that Randy Grace might be the only person I’ve met who doesn’t want to control it and doesn’t want to get rich; that he truly wants to get it out to the world.

To recap: BACO is a multivalent silver product in which the silver is bonded to enough atoms of oxygen to be suspended in solution. It is antipathogenic, but does not seem to harm good bacteria. It kills yeast, mold, fungus, some parasites (it will kill harmful nematodes but not friendly nematodes), bacteria, and viruses. It has been tested, but not thoroughly enough to determine the best dosage, best delivery system, or an accurate description of the molecule. It is sold as a disinfectant, but it is perfectly harmless to drink, unless you drink more than a pint or so, in which case a detox of sorts will start inside your digestive tract and you will get diarrhea.

Results from Testing:

Texas A&M University, Bryan, Texas (1992)

Mechanical properties testing:

• This product has disinfecting characteristics.
• This product is non-toxic and has no chemical additives.
• This product scientifically is not mixed or blended, but is in permanent suspension.
• This product is a water purifier.

From the Pending Patent Application


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And finally, from Dr Carr who oversaw the AIDS study in Belize:


Let’s Try This

At this point, Pops knew that his silver was suspended in solution and that it was a germ killer. He’d also just watched a man with melanoma, a particularly deadly form of cancer, get healed by simply bathing in his solution. There was no other explanation, since there was nothing else the fellow had done that was different.

And then he remembered a Televangelist say something that had, for some reason, stuck with him. He didn’t remember which pastor or what church the guy was from, but he did remember hearing the preacher say that when a cure for malaria is found, it would also be the cure for cancer.

There was no reason to believe a preacher on TV. He wasn’t a scientist. But for some reason what he’d said intuitively made sense to Pops. His step-father had suffered bouts of malaria for years since the WWII. Pops thought to himself, “Since we’ve just cured a cancer, I wonder if it will cure malaria.” After a while, he no longer wondered. He was sure.

There were hundreds of tests and experiments going through his mind, but like most people who accomplish great things, he set his focus on this one test, and nothing was going to stop him.

He began to come up with a dangerous plan, though it was only dangerous in everyone else’s eyes, so, for the most part, he kept it to himself.

He’d taken Toodie on several trips to Venezuela, so he knew he could find men there to guide him into the jungles. This time, however, Toodie wasn’t going and, even more important; Toodie wasn’t going to find out either.

He did tell his youngest son, Rob, who was 24 at the time and living in Denver.

“Pops, don’t do it. What if it hurts you? What if the solution doesn’t work?”

Pops responded, “The solution will work. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t believe that.”

Arriving in Venezuela, he looked up his good friend, Felix, and told him what he was planning to do. Felix tried to discourage him, but to no avail, so he went ahead and made a few calls and located a potential guide.

“Take me where the bugs are. I want to let them bite me.” Felix translated to the guide.

“Absolutely not!” he said through Felix. “You’re on your own. Get away from me. Loco en la cabeza,” he muttered, walking away.

Felix found him another guide, two in fact, but this time Pops told the prospects, “I’ve got a mosquito net. I want to capture some malarial mosquitoes and analyze them.”

They agreed to take him into the jungles.

They rode about 40 miles out of the city. The pavement stopped and the vehicle drove on about two more miles, and then the driver stopped. Everyone got out and put on mosquito- protective gear, and then they hiked 30 minutes into the jungle. They arrived at a dried-up waterfall, a prehistoric-looking place with lots of ferns.

Pops began removing his gear. As he removed his shirt, the lead guide yelled out, “What’s he doing?” Felix told him what Pops had intended to do, and handed the man the fine-point permanent marker.

“Whenever you see a mosquito bite me, draw a circle on my skin around the exact location,” Pops told the guide.

For about 10 minutes, Pops sauntered around the area shirtless, and then the he heard them. They were unmistakable; sounding ten times louder than any mosquito he’d ever heard back home.

Suddenly he was dinner. He couldn’t see them, but each bite on his back felt like a wasp sting. Over his shoulder he finally caught a glimpse of one. It was three times bigger than any mosquito in Louisiana, and was jet black. She hovered over his right shoulder, almost aware he was watching her. “Then she bit the hell out of me,” he told people later.

He felt several more bites on his back and the guide did as told, circling each bite with the maker. When they counted seven bites, Pop cried out “Enough,” and started hiking back to the vehicle. He started to put his shirt back on when he noticed everyone staring at his back. He asked, “What do they look like?”

“They’re real puffy and red. Each bite has a dark dot where the stinger went in,” Felix told him.

Within an hour, as they traveled back, Pops felt a fever coming on, especially around his eyes. Felix looked at him and asked, “What do you think?”

Pops replied weakly, “It has already taken.”

All they could say was, “Wow.”

Now to Tell Toodie

Malaria is an interesting illness because the symptoms come and go in cycles. For a while you’re really sick, and then suddenly you feel better. But you’ve still got it. That’s for sure.

Pops flew back to Houston the next day. As was their usual, he helped Toodie out in the kitchen, preparing the food. He found his appetite lacking, mainly from the guilt of what he’d done in Venezuela without telling Toodie. There had never been any secrets between them.

Evenings, he’d build a little fire in their fireplace and they’d sit and chat. He held back from telling her, knowing she’d be angry, but he also knew that it wouldn’t be long before his malaria symptoms would hit him. He had calculated that the bug had a three week incubation period. As they chatted, in the back of his mind, nagging him, was the question: “What is she going to do when she finds out?”

Near the end of his three week waiting period, Rob showed up for a visit. When they were alone, Rob asked him how he was doing. Pops said that so far, he’d only felt sick the day he got infected. “But how do you feel right now,” Rob asked.

“I’m a little sluggish. I don’t feel sick. I’m okay,” he replied, rising to his feet.

As he turned to Rob to add something, he noticed two of him sitting there on the couch and blurted out, “Uh-oh.”

“What?”

Pops said, “Ya better take me to my bed.” Then he collapsed.

On the floor he kept trying to walk, or at least his legs kept moving. Something had gone wrong with his inner ear, and his balance went all to hell very quickly.

Rob hoisted Pops and literally dragged him to the bedroom.

As they passed the kitchen, Toodie saw them and cried out, “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Not knowing what else to say, Rob said, “Dad must have gotten something when he went to Venezuela. He’s dizzy.”

It was no easy task for Rob to help his old man into bed because Pop’s muscles were jumping and twitching. Then came the spasms followed by flailing around all over the place. It was right about then that the fever got serious.

Pop’s teeth began to chatter and he couldn’t form words. Toodie came in and heaped every blanket she could find over him. Pops kicked them off. She and Rob grabbed the blankets, piled them on Pops, and then Toodie crawled on top of the blankets, put her face into his and demanded, “Tell me!”

So he told her, “I went down and let malaria-mosquitoes bite me.”

She was in shock. Pops later would tell everyone that he was sure she would have spanked him if he hadn’t been so sick.

“I’m calling the doctor,” she said reaching for the phone. “Can you talk?” she asked Pops.

“I’ll try.”

When the nurse came on the phone, Toodie described his symptoms to her. Then she thrust the phone at Pops. “Have you recently traveled anywhere exotic?” was her first question. Pops told her that he’d just returned from the jungles of Venezuela 21 days ago.

“Get into this office as soon as possible!”

Toodie took the phone and hung it up. “Ok, Dr Jekyl and Mr Hyde, what do you want me to do?” meaning did he want her to drive him to the doctor.

But Pops responded, “Get me a teaspoon of the weakest concentrate and let me see what that will do.”

Toodie was very familiar with Pop’s solution on her pantry shelf. He’d made three bottles: one weak, one medium, and another strong. He made their concentrations different by passing water thru his reactor at different speeds. The slower the speed, the greater the concentration.

Trudy returned with a cup of his solution and a teaspoon. She spooned one teaspoon into his trembling lips. Then she sat there, making sure the covers stayed over him. But after a few minutes, Pops told her he’d be ok and asked for some soup. Besides, he didn’t want to talk about what he’d done, especially in that condition.

Within about twenty minutes, he felt the fever break. Then fifteen minutes more, he felt much stronger. Fifteen minutes later, and still stronger. Fifteen more and the fever was gone.

Toodie was stirring soup on the stove when he appeared in the doorway wearing his swim trunks with a towel tossed over his shoulder.

Her jaw dropped, and she looked at him as if saying, “Where the hell do you think you’re going?

“I’m going to take a little dip in the pool. I feel much better.”

A few minutes later, Toodie joined him in the pool where they paddled around a bit, talking about big mosquitoes and little boys who go get themselves bit.

Pops finally hopped out of the pool and said to all three, since Rob had stepped outside to join them, “Get dressed. We’re all going out to eat.”

They had Cajun food that evening and even caught a movie before heading home.

That was in 1988, and Pops never had the slightest symptom again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's notes. (Your author has a memory disorder and must keep a few notes here to make sure these bits and pieces get into the story.)

Note 1: One site that tested the solution found no silver. But they did not know they were looking for silver. When they were told this, they were in shock to discover that so much silver was suspended in solution.