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« Reply #2190 on: May 03, 2015, 12:02:15 PM »


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« Reply #2191 on: May 03, 2015, 12:10:26 PM »


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In 1937 Joe Brandt saw an Earthquake sink Los Angeles, much of California and Japan


THE COMING EARTHQUAKE — Introduction by Jessica Madigan (Mei Ling)



On Christmas Eve, in 1965, my husband—my closest friend, Fran Brandt, and her husband, Joe, were celebrating with sandwiches, and coffee, and fruit cake, in the meditation room, downstairs. Carols poured from the TV, upstairs, a holiday dinner was in the making. For some reason, Joe—Fran's husband—ventured to speak of the coming California earthquake. It did not seem a moment to talk about earthquakes—because Christmas is the most precious time in the world. The huge tree, ablaze with tiny star-lights seemed to presage only goodness, and love, and beauty. Joe was saying that he had an accident—a fall from a horse when he was 17, and for days he had a concussion. During this period, a continuous dream came again and again—as if he were viewing a tremendous earthquake and inundation in California and other parts of the world.

 I listened—politely—made some comment, and turned to talk to Fran about a new movie—or some equally world shaking event. I was vaguely aware that Joe had brought in a sheaf of papers—and he said he would put it in my downstairs desk [in 1965] until I had time to read the "dream". That time did not arrive, until, by accident, I came across them this last week [in 1967]—pages after pages after pages—written in a boy's handwriting, about the coming California earthquake. It would take weeks to research all this material—but I phoned my former geology professor and read portions to him. COULD THIS HAPPEN? COULD CALIFORNIA GO DOWN IN JUST THIS WAY? WOULD OTHER AREAS BE AFFECTED IN A MATTER OF HOURS? He answered in the affirmative. Joe had written (sleeping and dreaming—and in drowsy awakening—about positions of various FAULTS, strata of rock, earth movements, so much material that a geologist of many years would scarcely attempt such a work [this geological data was omitted from Jessica's book]. Yet—here it was—waiting for me to find it for two years. Since that night, Fran has changed worlds [in 1966 or 1967]—and my husband is very ill—other unforseen events which I could not have imagined have taken place—and all this, perhaps, precluded my finding of the "earthquake papers".

 This book is already very long—double its size—and I realize that this vision given to a 17 year old boy must be placed, as it is, into a book. Consciously, he knew nothing of geology or of the possibility of a coming earthquake. The notes are 30 years old—yellowed with age—and yet there is a clarity and an unbelievable reality in them. Some of the highlights must be given—because, I am certain now, as I was not certain on Christmas Eve of 1965, that the California earthquake WILL come . . . and its coming is close at hand. Since Joe covered the AREAS AROUND THE WORLD WHICH WOULD BE AFFECTED, not all of these can be given (although perhaps we can write a booklet on this experience), but for those of us in THIS LAND . . . especially the CALIFORNIA LAND, these are the highlights of that vision.






I woke up in the hospital room with a terrific headache—as if the whole world was revolving inside my brain. I remember, vaguely, the fall from my horse—Blackie. As I lay there, pictures began to form in my mind—pictures that stood still. I seemed to be in another world. Whether it was the future, or it was some ancient land, I could not say. Then slowly, like the silver screen of the "talkies," but with color and smell and sound, I seemed to find myself in Los Angeles—but I swear it was much bigger, and buses and odd-shaped cars crowded the city streets.

 I thought about Hollywood Boulevard, and I found myself there. Whether this is true, I do not know, but there were a lot of guys my age with beards and wearing, some of them, earrings. All the girls, some of them keen-o, wore real short skirts. . . and they slouched along—moving like a dance. Yet they seemed familiar. I wondered if I could talk to them, and I said, "Hello," but they didn't see or hear me. I decided I would look as funny to them as they looked to me. I guess it is something you have to learn. I couldn't do it.

 I noticed there was a quietness about the air, a kind of stillness. Something else was missing, something that should be there. At first, I couldn't figure it out, I didn't know what it was—then I did. There were no birds. I listened. I walked two blocks north of the Boulevard—all houses—no birds. I wondered what had happened to them. Had they gone away? Again, I could hear the stillness. Then I knew something was going to happen.

 I wondered what year it was. It certainly was not 1937. I saw a newspaper on the corner with a picture of the President. It surely wasn't Mr. Roosevelt. He was bigger, heavier, big ears. If it wasn't 1937, I wondered what year it was. . . My eyes weren't working right. Someone was coming—someone in 1937—it was that darned, fat nurse ready to take my temperature. I woke up. Crazy dream.

 The next day: Gosh, my headache is worse. It is a wonder I didn't get killed on that horse. I've had another crazy dream, back in Hollywood. Those people. Why do they dress like that, I wonder? Funny glow about them. It is a shine around their heads—something shining. I remember it now. I found myself back on the Boulevard. I was waiting for something to happen and I was going to be there. I looked up at the clock down by that big theater. It was ten minutes to four. Something big was going to happen.

 I wondered if I went into a movie (since nobody could see me) if I'd like it. Some cardboard blond was draped over the marquee with her leg six feet long. I started to go in, but it wasn't inside. I was waiting for something to happen outside. I walked down the street. In the concrete they have names of stars. I just recognized a few of them. The other names I had never heard. I was getting bored, I wanted to get back to the hospital in Fresno, and I wanted to stay there on the Boulevard, even if nobody could see me. Those crazy kids. Why are they dressed like that? Maybe it is some big Halloween doings, but it don't seem like Halloween. More like early spring. There was that sound again, that lack of sound. Stillness, stillness, stillness. The quiet is getting bigger and bigger. I know it is going to happen. Something is going to happen. It is happening now! It sure did. She woke me up, grinning and smiling, that fat one again.

 "It's time for your milk, kiddo," she says. Gosh, old women of thirty acting like the cat's pajamas. Next time maybe she'll bring hot chocolate.

 Where have I been? Where haven't I been? I've been to the ends of the earth and back. I've been to the end of the world—there isn't anything left. Not even Fresno, even though I'm lying here right this minute. If only my eyes would get a little clearer so I can write all this down. Nobody will believe me, anyway. I'm going back to that last moment on the Boulevard. Some sweet kid went past, dragging little boys (twins, I guess) by each hand. Her skirt was up—well, pretty high—and she had a tired look. I thought for a minute I could ask her about the birds, what had happened to them, and then I remembered she hadn't seen me. Her hair was all frowzy, way out all over her head. A lot of them looked like that, but she looked so tired and like she was sorry about something. I guess she was sorry before it happened—because it surely did happen. There was a funny smell. I don't know where it came from. I didn't like it. A smell like sulphur, sulfuric acid, a smell like death. For a minute I thought I was back in chem. [Chemistry class].

 When I looked around for the girl, she was gone. I wanted to find her for some reason. It was as if I knew something was going to happen and I could stay with her, help her. She was gone, and I walked half a block, then I saw the clock again. My eyes seemed glued to that clock. I couldn't move. I just waited. It was five minutes to four on a sunny afternoon. I thought I would stand there looking at that clock forever waiting for something to come. Then, when it came, it was nothing. It was just nothing. It wasn't nearly as hard as the earthquake we had two years ago. The ground shook, just an instant. People looked at each other, surprised. Then they laughed. I laughed, too. So this was what I had been waiting for. This funny little shake. It meant nothing.

 I was relieved and I was disappointed. What had I been waiting for? I started back up the Boulevard, moving my legs like those kids. How do they do it? I never found out. I felt as if the ground wasn't solid under me, knew I was dreaming, and yet I wasn't dreaming. There was that smell again, coming up from the ocean. I was getting to the 5 and 10 store and I saw the look on the kids' faces. Two of them were right in front of me, coming my way.

 "Let's get out of this place. Let's go back East." He seemed scared. It wasn't as if the sidewalks were trembling—but you couldn't seem to see them. Not with your eyes you couldn't. An old lady had a dog, a little white dog, and she stopped and looked scared, and grabbed him in her arms and said: "Let's go home, Frou, Frou. Mama is going to take you home." That poor lady, hanging on to her dog.

 I got scared. Real scared. I remembered the girl. She was way down the block, probably. I ran and ran, and the ground kept trembling. I couldn't see it. I couldn't see it. But I knew it was trembling. Everybody looked scared. They looked terrible. One young lady just sat down on the sidewalk all doubled up. She kept saying, "earthquake, its the earthquake," over and over. But I couldn't see that anything was different.

 Then, when it came, how it came. Like nothing in God's world. Like nothing. It was like the scream of a siren, long and low, or the scream of a woman I heard having a baby when I was a kid. It was awful. It was as if something—some monster—was pushing up the sidewalks. You felt it long before you saw it, as if the sidewalks wouldn't hold you anymore. I looked out at the cars. They were honking, but not scared. They just kept moving. They didn't seem to know yet that anything was happening. Then, that white car, that baby half-sized one came sprawling from the inside lane right against the curb. The girl who was driving just sat there. She sat there with her eyes staring, as if she couldn't move, but I could hear her. She made funny noises.

 I watched her, thinking of the other girl. I said that it was a dream and I would wake up. But I didn't wake up. The shaking had started again, but this time different. It was a nice shaking, like a cradle being rocked for a minute, and then I saw the middle of the Boulevard seem to be breaking in two. The concrete looked as if it were being pushed straight up by some giant shovel. It was breaking in two. That is why the girl's car went out of control. And then a loud sound again, like I've never heard before—then hundreds of sounds—all kinds of sounds; children, and women, and those crazy guys with earrings. They were all moving, some of them above the sidewalk. I can't describe it. They were lifted up.

 And the waters kept oozing—oozing. The cries. God, it was awful. I woke up. I never want to have that dream again.

 It came again. Like the first time which was a preview and all I could remember was that it was the end of the world. I was right back there—all that crying. Right in the middle of it. My eardrums felt as if they were going to burst. Noise everywhere. People falling down, some of them hurt badly. Pieces of buildings, chips, flying in the air. One hit me hard on the side of the face, but I didn't seem to feel it. I wanted to wake up, to get away from this place. It had been fun in the beginning, the first dream, when I kind of knew I was going to dream the end of the world or something. This was terrible. There were older people in cars. Most of the kids were on the street. But those old guys were yelling bloody murder, as if anybody could help them. Nobody could help anybody. It was then I felt myself lifted up. Maybe I had died. I don't know. But I was over the city. It was tilting toward the ocean—like a picnic table.

 The buildings were holding, better than you could believe. They were holding. They were holding. They were holding.

 The people saw they were holding and they tried to cling to them or get inside. It was fantastic. Like a building had a will of its own. Everything else breaking around them, and they were holding, holding. I was up over them—looking down. I started to root for them. "Hold that line," I said. "Hold that line. Hold that line. Hold that line." I wanted to cheer, to shout, to scream. If the buildings held, those buildings on the Boulevard, maybe the girl—the girl with the two kids—maybe she could get inside. It looked that way for a long time, maybe three minutes, and three minutes was like forever. You knew they were going to hold, even if the waters kept coming up. Only they didn't.

 I've never imagined what it would be like for a building to die. A building dies just like a person. It gives way, some of the bigger ones did just that. They began to crumble, like an old man with palsy, who couldn't take it anymore. They crumbled right down to nothing. And the little ones screamed like mad—over and above the roar of the people. They were mad about dying. But buildings die.

 I couldn't look anymore at the people. I kept wanting to get higher. Then I seemed to be out of it all, but I could see. I seemed to be up on Big Bear near San Bernardino, but the funny thing was that I could see everywhere. I knew what was happening. The earth seemed to start to tremble again. I could feel it even though I was high up. This time it lasted maybe twelve seconds, and it was gentle. You couldn't believe anything so gentle could cause so much damage. But then I saw the streets of Los Angeles—and everything between the San Bernardino mountains and Los Angeles. It was still tilting towards the ocean, houses, everything that was left. I could see the big lanes—dozens of big lanes still loaded with cars sliding the same way. Now the ocean was coming in, moving like a huge snake across the land. I wondered how long it was, and I could see the clock, even though I wasn't there on the Boulevard. It was 4:29. It had been half an hour. I was glad I couldn't hear the crying anymore. But I could see everything. I could see everything.

 Then, like looking at a huge map of the world, I could see what was happening on the land and with the people. San Francisco was feeling it, but she was not in any way like Hollywood or Los Angeles. It was moving just like that earthquake movie with Jeanette McDonald and Gable. I could see all those mountains coming together. . . I knew it was going to happen to San Francisco—it was going to turn over—it would turn upside down. It went quickly, because of the twisting, I guess. It seemed much faster than Hollywood, but then I wasn't exactly there. I was a long way off. I was a long, long way off. I shut my eyes for a long time—I guess ten minutes—and when I opened them I saw Grand Canyon.

 When I looked at Grand Canyon, that great big gap was closing in, and Boulder Dam was being pushed, from underneath. And then, Nevada, and on up to Reno. Way down south, way down. Baja, California. Mexico too. It looked like some volcano down there was erupting, along with everything else. I saw the map of South America, especially Colombia. Another volcano—eruption—shaking violently. I seemed to be seeing a movie of three months before—before  the Hollywood earthquake. Venezuela seemed to be having some kind of volcanic activity. Away off in the distance, I could see Japan, on a fault, too. It was so far off—not easy to see because I was still on Big Bear Mountain, but it started to go into the sea. I couldn't hear screaming, but I could see the surprised look on their faces. They looked so surprised. Japanese girls are made well, supple, easy, muscles that move well. Pretty, too. But they were all like dolls. It was so far away I could hardly see it. In a minute or two it seemed over. Everybody was gone. There was nobody left.

 [Brother Branham said: "Japan . . . she's ready to rock to pieces right now. And there's no way you can stop it, because they have neglected to do exactly what God told them to do. Instead of preach of Gospel, they have built buildings, and had fine scholarships, and educations" (Uncertain Sound, #61-0415E)].

 I didn't know time now. I couldn't see a clock. I tried to see the island of Hawaii. I could see huge tidal waves beating against it. The people on the streets were getting wet, and they were scared. But I didn't see anybody go into the sea.

 I seemed way around the globe. More flooding. Is the world going to be drenched? Constantinople. Black Sea rising. Suez Canal, for some reason seemed to be drying up. Sicily—she doesn't hold. I could see a map. Mt. Etna. Mt. Etna is shaking. A lot of area seemed to go, but it seemed to be earlier or later. I wasn't sure of time, now.

 England—huge floods—but no tidal waves. Water, water everywhere, but no one was going into the sea. People were frightened and crying. Some places they fell to the streets on their knees and started to pray for the world. I didn't know the English were emotional. Ireland, Scotland—all kinds of churches were crowded—it seemed night and day. People were carrying candles and everybody was crying for California, Nevada, parts of Colorado—maybe even all of it, even Utah. Everybody was crying—most of them didn't even know anybody in California, Nevada, Utah, but they were crying as if they were blood kin. Like one family. Like it happened to them.

 New York was coming into view—she was still there, nothing had happened, yet water level was way up. Here, things were different. People were running in the streets yelling—"end of the world." Kids ran into restaurants and ate everything in sight. I saw a shoe store with all the shoes gone in about five minutes. 5th Avenue—everybody running. Some radio blasting—bigger—a loud speaker—that in a few minutes, power might be shut off. They must control themselves. Five girls were running like mad toward the YMCA, that place on Lexington or somewhere. But nothing was happening in New York. I saw an old lady with garbage cans filling them with water. Everybody seemed scared to death. Some people looked dazed. The streets seemed filled with loud speakers. It wasn't daylight. It was night.

 I saw, like the next day, and everything was topsy turvey. Loud speakers again about fuel tanks broken in areas—shortage of oil. People seemed to be looting markets.

 I saw a lot of places that seemed safe, and people were not so scared. Especially the rural areas. Here everything was almost as if nothing had happened. People seemed headed to these places, some on foot, some in cars that still had fuel. I heard—or somehow I knew—that somewhere in the Atlantic land had come up. A lot of land. I was getting awfully tired. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to go back to the girl—to know where she was—and those two kids. I found myself back in Hollywood—and it was still 4:29. I wasn't up on Big Bear at all, I was perched over Hollywood. I was just there. It seemed perfectly natural in my dream.

 I could hear now. I could hear, someplace, a radio station blasting out—telling people not to panic. They were dying in the streets. There were picture stations with movies—some right in Hollywood—these were carrying on with all the shaking. One fellow in the picture station was a little short guy who should have been scared to death. But he wasn't. He kept shouting and reading instructions. Something about helicopters or planes would go over—some kind of planes—but I knew they couldn't. Things were happening in the atmosphere. The waves were rushing up now. Waves. Such waves. Nightmare waves.

 Then, I saw again. Boulder Dam, going down—pushing together, pushing together breaking apart—no, Grand Canyon was pushing together, and Boulder Dam was breaking apart. It was still daylight. All these radio stations went off at the same time—Boulder Dam had broken.

 I wondered how everybody would know about it—people back East. That was when I saw the "ham radio operators." I saw them in the darndest places, as if I were right there with them. Like the little guy with glasses, they kept sounding the alarm. One kept saying: "This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea. Get to high places. Get to the mountains. All states west—this is California. We are going into the. . . we are going into the. . ." I thought he was going to say "sea," but I could see him. He was inland, but the waters had come in. His hand was still clinging to the table, he was trying to get up, so that once again he could say: "This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea."

 I seemed to hear this, over and over, for what seemed hours—just those words—they kept it up until the last minute—all of them calling out, "Get to the mountains—this is California. We are going into the sea."

 I woke up. It didn't seem as if I had been dreaming. I have never been so tired. For a minute or two, I thought it had happened. I wondered about two things. I hadn't seen what happened to Fresno and I hadn't found out what happened to that girl.

 I've been thinking about it all morning. I'm going home tomorrow. It was just a dream. It was nothing more. Nobody in the future on Hollywood Boulevard is going to be wearing earrings—and those beards. Nothing like that is ever going to happen. That girl was so real to me—that girl with those kids. It won't ever happen—but if it did, how could I tell her (maybe she isn't even born yet) to move away from California when she has her twins—and she can't be on the Boulevard that day. She was so gosh-darned real.

 The other thing—those ham operators—hanging on like that—over and over—saying the same thing:

 "This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea. Get to the mountains. Get to the hilltops. California, Nevada, Colorado, Arizona, Utah. This is California. We are going into the sea."

 I guess I'll hear that for days.



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« Reply #2192 on: May 03, 2015, 12:16:46 PM »
A lot of this sounds like the GOON SUQAD's antics but this is real:

EMJunkie,

It appears that you are in dire need of some TLC
Failing that  consult your shrink.

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« Reply #2193 on: May 03, 2015, 12:25:44 PM »
EMJunkie,

It appears that you are in dire need of some TLC
Failing that  consult your shrink.

Red_Sunset


Yup, My Shrink said I needed help and she could no longer help me:

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« Reply #2194 on: May 03, 2015, 12:32:33 PM »
Chris:

Okay, so you had your rant and you basically admitted that you don't know.  Now, are you separate and distinct from everyone else?  Do you stand apart?  I don't think so, and perhaps you have a curiosity like others.  So instead of crazy spamming of the thread, why don't you just join into the discussion and try to turn it into a learning experience?  Debate with your peers and try to figure it out.  Turn lemons into lemonade.

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« Reply #2195 on: May 03, 2015, 12:47:35 PM »

Ok one more:

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« Reply #2196 on: May 03, 2015, 12:49:20 PM »
MH & Mark,

Chris and Enjoykin have plenty to say, it is just a different kind of say.
As I alluded to in my previous mail (current limit required, you have a bug in your timing diagram.
I am sure this is not what you intended.  Your starting condition would be a current limited short circuit current though the 2 coils (resistance=0).  Applying power and applying signal are 2 separate actions

A short summary without calculations,
1..  At power-up, the current and mag field in both coils would be max.(TP1=0v)
2..  You fire the Mosfet, this shorts the H1 coil (coils are not coupled, so there is no feedback to 2H)
3..  1H will produce a EMF that will be dissipated through the mosfet protection diode (TP1=diode junction voltage)
4..   At this point, the current limit of the power supply set to 1A will save the mosfet.(TP1=~0v, mosfet conduct voltage)
5..   Mosfet opens and current flow starts in 1H, presenting itself as a high impedance
6..   This initial hi impedance is noted also by 2H due to reduced current flow
7..   2H will up the voltage with an induced emf spike at TP2

I leave the value calculations to you
Red_Sunset

There is no bug in the diagram and there is no current limit.  So it's kind of a non-starter.  But the real reason I am posting is to request once again that you mark up the timing diagram and also please do your own calculations when you have the time.  For the way I personally think, a text description like that is more confusing than clear and I have to read it 10 times just to figure out what you are trying to say.

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« Reply #2197 on: May 03, 2015, 12:54:47 PM »
Chris:

You know, I think it's like this:  Many of us if we had a newspaper in our hands, we would be tempted to whack you across the side of the head with it.

You want to know a new definition of stupidity?  If you have been following the US news you should be able to relate.  Stupidity is running up and cutting a fire hose with a knife when the firemen are out there trying to put out a fire.  That is really really stupid.  The way you are acting right now, you are almost as stupid as that guy.

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« Reply #2198 on: May 03, 2015, 01:00:17 PM »


Last one:

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« Reply #2199 on: May 03, 2015, 01:02:37 PM »
There is no bug in the diagram and there is no current limit.  So it's kind of a non-starter.  But the real reason I am posting is to request once again that you mark up the timing diagram and also please do your own calculations when you have the time.  For the way I personally think, a text description like that is more confusing than clear and I have to read it 10 times just to figure out what you are trying to say.

MileHigh
It may not be clear that everything starts at T0.  Red Sunset may be incorrectly assuming that the 1V had been applied for some prior indefinite time, in which case the current would be undefined.  Here is the diagram with a switch added to make clear that the circuit is idle prior to T0.  The switch has zero resistance, zero inductance, zero parasitic capacitance, infinite open circuit resistance and switches instantly.

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« Reply #2200 on: May 03, 2015, 01:03:40 PM »
If you believe that the current is unlimited at T0 then you are mistaken.  .................................
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MarkE,
  I made the assumption from a general viewpoint only  (that the time constant of the inductors is shorter than your input signal).  Looking at your reply, they obviously aren't.   
I think we are also looking at different timing diagrams (3), I see the latest that starts with the Mosfet switched on.  I started with a previous one with the mosfet in the OFF condition

1..  At power-up, the current and mag field in both coils would be max.(TP1=0v)
No they will both be zero at T0.
*Red  Granted, I was more thinking after pwr settling down  and before the signal generator is switched on

3..  1H will produce a EMF that will be dissipated through the mosfet protection diode (TP1=diode junction voltage)
When the MOSFET first turns on there is zero net flow through the MOSFET.
* Red    Please expand your answer. 
* Red   I would gather that the current drain provided by the H1 and now replaced by the mosfet wouldn't change the current condition for 2H.  We can ignore the EMF current that will drain through the mosfet assembly as misc
 
4..   At this point, the current limit of the power supply set to 1A will save the mosfet.(TP1=~0v, mosfet conduct voltage)
The voltage source was specified as ideal.  It can supply any current the circuit will draw from 1V.
* Red   The current in H2 during the “ON” period remains unchanged since no current change occurs,  therefore we have a near DC condition with a increasing current gradient . On a longer coil time constant this would naturally be regulated by the impedance value. But in all conditions it would be an increasing value !

Regards, Red_Sunset

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« Reply #2201 on: May 03, 2015, 01:12:08 PM »
Just a reminder:  The whole experiment really starts at two seconds.  You don't really have to worry about the "set up" period between zero and two seconds.

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« Reply #2202 on: May 03, 2015, 01:13:35 PM »
MarkE,
  I made the assumption from a general viewpoint only  (that the time constant of the inductors is shorter than your input signal).  Looking at your reply, they obviously aren't.   
I think we are also looking at different timing diagrams (3), I see the latest that starts with the Mosfet switched on.  I started with a previous one with the mosfet in the OFF condition

1..  At power-up, the current and mag field in both coils would be max.(TP1=0v)
No they will both be zero at T0.
*Red  Granted, I was more thinking after pwr settling down  and before the signal generator is switched on

3..  1H will produce a EMF that will be dissipated through the mosfet protection diode (TP1=diode junction voltage)
When the MOSFET first turns on there is zero net flow through the MOSFET.
* Red    Please expand your answer. 
* Red   I would gather that the current drain provided by the H1 and now replaced by the mosfet wouldn't change the current condition for 2H.  We can ignore the EMF current that will drain through the mosfet assembly as misc
 
4..   At this point, the current limit of the power supply set to 1A will save the mosfet.(TP1=~0v, mosfet conduct voltage)
The voltage source was specified as ideal.  It can supply any current the circuit will draw from 1V.
* Red   The current in H2 during the “ON” period remains unchanged since no current change occurs,  therefore we have a near DC condition with a increasing current gradient . On a longer coil time constant this would naturally be regulated by the impedance value. But in all conditions it would be an increasing value !

Regards, Red_Sunset
Hopefully the diagram above clarifies any uncertainty.

The intention is to show the MOSFET as conducting at T0.  But as in my prior explanation if we model with the MOSFET off at T0, then it will be fully on within 90ns.  1V across 3H ramps current at 0.33A/s and in less than 90ns ramps less than 30nA.  As explained before:  The MOSFET turn-on changes the voltage across both coils simultaneously, but does not change the current instantaneously.  The magnetic field of the inductors prevents that.  Current flow begins increasing in the clockwise loop from the voltage source through the 2H inductor and the MOSFET.  The current through the 1H  inductor decreases very slowly because the voltage in its loop is nearly zero.  The current that it carries is tiny and immaterial to the circuit behavior.  The current does reach zero long before the MOSFET turns off at T0 + 2 seconds.

The time constant of an inductor is:  L/R.  We have stipulated that R = 0.  the L/R time constant is therefore undefined and the inductors perform as ideal integrators of Vdt.

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Re: Partnered Output Coils - Free Energy
« Reply #2203 on: May 03, 2015, 01:17:56 PM »
You are getting super low-level there Mark.  KISS comes to mind.

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Re: Partnered Output Coils - Free Energy
« Reply #2204 on: May 03, 2015, 01:18:49 PM »


Ok, due to demand, another: