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Wardenclyffe - A Forfeited Dream
Above: Transmitting Tesla Tower and Laboratory built in 1901-1905 by Stanford White, famous architect and Tesla's friend. Located in Wardenclyffe, Long Island. This was to be the first broadcasting system in the world. Tesla also wanted to transmit electricity from this Tower to the whole globe without wires using the Ionosphere. The source of the transmitted electricity was to be the Niagara Falls power plant.
Wardenclyffe in Barbed Wires
Today barbed wires and security guards have taken over and encircled the Tesla Laboratory and the foundation where the Tesla Tower once stood.
Above: Today's Tesla Wardenclyffe Laboratory is encircled by barbed wires and security guards in Shoreham, Long Island, New York.
Above: Aerial view of Wardenclyffe property.
Above: Today's Tesla Wardenclyffe Laboratory in Shoreham, Long Island, New York.
Above: Today's Tesla Wardenclyffe Laboratory in Shoreham, Long Island, New York.
Above: Today's Tesla Wardenclyffe Laboratory in Shoreham, Long Island, New York.
Above: Today's Tesla Wardenclyffe Laboratory in Shoreham, Long Island, New York.
Transmission Lines close to the Tesla Laboratory. Tesla wanted to transmit electricity without wires and abolish these transmission lines.
Above: Today's Tesla Wardenclyffe Laboratory is encircled by barbed wires and security guards in Shoreham, Long Island, New York.
Above: Today's Tesla Wardenclyffe Laboratory is encircled by barbed wires and security guards in Shoreham, Long Island, New York..
Above: Tesla Street close to the Wardenclyffe Laboratory on Long Island, New York, crossing Route 25A.
Above: Today's Tesla Wardenclyffe Laboratory is encircled by barbed wires and security guards in Shoreham, Long Island, New York..
Hello All,
Accompanied by some good friends I made it to the 2006 Tesla
Conference at Brookhaven Long Island which helped to commemorate the
150th birthday (which was July 10th) of the electrical engineer
Nikola Tesla. After the conference we made the pilgrimage to the
old site of the Wardenclyffe Tower where Tesla had his lab. I took
some pictures and wrote a short story about our visit.
Best Wishes,
Mark Barlow
The Road to
Wardenclyffe
We ride down the long
road to Wardenclyffe, which ends for us at the corner of RT 25A
and Tesla. At the site a small brick tower protrudes from the
trees, the only beacon that remains for wandering engineers.
The beacon affixed with
a modern flood light, now broken, remains only to serve the
simple purpose of insulting the ornate steel frame work that
crowns the beacon. The rest of the facility is shrouded by a
veil. A veil made of barbed wire fencing and poison ivy, woven
on a loom of ignorance and disappreciation.
We follow the fencing
around the periphery of the site. We round a bend to discover a
guard shed, door open and empty. The post appeared to be
abandoned, a news paper was left open on the chair and the radio
blared news reports which poured out of the open shed and down
the empty drive way.
We continued around the
periphery of the site by taking a trail that led us behind the
property. Large power lines on metal poles transverse the
complex and hang above the former entry way of Tesla’s Lab in
spite. The power poles stand tall, like towers of blasphemy
shouting down silent ridicule at what remains of a lost idea. An
idea for transmitting electricity that would have made those
very same power towers obsolete.
As we continue to walk
the trail parallel with the power lines we meet some locals. We
inquire about Tesla’s Lab, asking them what has become of it.
They tell us that the company that owned the property had
poisoned the land with chemicals and the area was restricted for
such reasons. The same company that had dumped the chemicals
also built additions on to Tesla’s original lab. These
buildings appeared like a cancerous growth on the side of the
101 year old building.
Continuing to follow
the trail in the shadow of the power lines we regain sight of
the brick beacon and its cast iron crown. To get a better look,
we near the vine covered barb wire fence surrounding the
complex. We find that the vine growth like hair conceals an
opening in the fence. I pull the vines aside and force my way
through the cut that has been made in the chain link. I leave
behind me the shade of the vines and my friend Aaron, as I exit
the darkness of the plant growth and enter into light. The light
reflects brightly on the shiny gravel which covers the
contaminated ground, and my eyes take a moment to adjust. As I
take one step forward onto the gritty sandy soil which feels
strange beneath my feet, I hear Aaron say something from outside
the fencing and I reply…….
Aaron Schott: “What’s
in there?”
Wardenclyffe - A Forfeited Dream by Leland I. Anderson
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