Archive for March, 2006

Alien Dream

Tuesday, March 7th, 2006

I dreamed I was walking into a compound in an urban area somewhere. The compound was fenced with razor wire to keep intruders out. Security at the site was very, very tight; police were everywhere. I somehow got around them, perhaps because I knew who I was going to see.

I walked into a plain-looking room, not unlike a terminal at a small airport. There were windows, a tiled floor, and cheap airport-type seats. There were dozens of people milling around. Some were speaking but most were quiet. I struck up a conversation with one gentleman whom I recognized as somehow being a “former roommate” of mine, though I don’t know the history there.

He was familiar and friendly, and waved off the policeman who was approaching us. He described the compound and what they did there. I listened with rapt curiosity.

About that time, I noticed something peculiar about the people in the room: there were a dozen men in the room who were identical to the man to whom I was speaking! Not everyone in the room were alike, but a quick scan of the room revealed about five different body types among thirty or so people.

I realized they had been cloned somehow, perhaps in an effort to blend in with the normal population. They looked exactly like normal humans and could pass as normal humans – except when they were all in a room together.

The group was also highly psychic. Their minds were connected. I asked my friend if they could finish each other’s sentences and then they demonstrated this on the spot. I also asked if their minds were as open as they appeared to be, what about ours? He replied in the affirmitive and then demonstrated this by answering the questions I was formulating in my head.

This was all wild, but also seemed very routine to my friends. They were so friendly that I was immediately put at ease. There was total trust. It was as if the only reason they wished to remain anonymous was solely for their own protection.

I wonder if this dream arises from my recent curiosity regarding Australian UFO reports and some alleged underground bases there. I wonder if there will be more “dream explorations” leading up to my visit there. I hope so, because it was fun meeting these exceptional people.

RV Epiphany

Friday, March 3rd, 2006

During tonight’s RV demonstration for Kelly, I had an epiphany that I was doing things wrong, in spite of the modest success I’ve had. The amazing, hard-to-accept fact of the matter is that one’s mind already has the answer! Sure, Joe McMoneagle told us this during his workshop last year, but its one thing to hear something and something entirely else to know it.

All this time I’ve been trying to send my mind out to whatever the target is, as if it was an actual visit. Instead, I realized, that place is already in my head. There’s no need to “go” anywhere. Freaky, but true. I know this is hard to explain. Remote Viewing is hard to explain but somehow it works.

Remote viewing is like an archaeologist dusting off a heiroglyphic tablet. The “dust” are the thoughts, imaginings, and physical sensory input which normally occupies your mind. The target is the tablet itself. You already hold it in your hands (i.e. you know the target) but need to uncover it (i.e. “remote view” it) to see it.

Consistent success at remote viewing involves learning how to sweep that dust away from your mind, leaving only the target’s data. It isn’t easy, but it is definitely doable.

I expect to make significant progress with this knowledge in hand. Stay tuned!

An RV demonstration for Kelly

Friday, March 3rd, 2006

I’ve been practicing my remote viewing whenever I get a spare moment. Usually I wait until bed as the activity has died down then. Tonight I did a session with Kelly watching for the first time.

I got her attention, put a sheet of paper in front of me, and pulled up the RV website. It wasn’t responding.

Hmm. Tap fingers. Shuffle paper. Still no website.

“Okay,” I say. “I’ll just begin viewing the target and pick it later.” Yes, you really can do this. You can remote view something that hasn’t even been chosen yet.

I closed my eyes and began to write and sketch. Images and feelings popped into my head. I tried my best to sort them out, writing or drawing whatever came through.

After ten minutes or so, I was done. Kelly had wandered upstairs until the website returned. Once it did, I then picked out the target and uploaded my data. Then it was the moment every RVer treasures and dreads: it was time to get the feedback!

I clicked the mouse and stared at my prey: a nuclear submarine in drydock. While I didn’t write down “submarine,” I did get some of my target data correct, including the shape of the steel walkway above the sub and a horizontal cylinder shape with a rounded end. “Bands around a column” came to mind, too. The rest of my clues were pulled out of my imagination.

Kelly was pretty tired at this point, but she studied my work with interest. I think she was impressed, but not jumping-up-and-down impressed. I don’t know if she expected a better session or she’s heard me crowing so much about this that she takes it in stride. Or she is just tired.

I did get an epiphany from tonight’s session and that is the “power of the pen.” RVers talk about how their hands simply know what to draw if you can get out of their way. That was the case for me tonight. I drew several accurate shapes, then added commentary to go with it. Most sessions I’ve done have all been typed into a text editor. Using pen and paper seemed to get me closer to the target than before.

On the other hand, it could have been the pressure to perform that I felt by having a witness to the session, which is also something I don’t normally do. Either way, I consider it a good session. Good sessions have a way of charging me up, making me want to do even better next time.