Not many can say that they've turned a skeptic into a believer and
supporter of an idea, but what we did that time was proof that the pen is
mightier than the sword.
It was right before getting the Advanced Level 6 Remote Viewer certification
from my mentor and dear friend Sandra Hilleard, that I got coopted into this
project that will always remain carved into my mind.
I already had a self teaching background in remote viewing but my style
was still wild and Sandra still struggled to pour my talent into a correct and
professional form.
That was the session that proved to me even better the power of
standardized protocols when it comes to offering more accurate, structured and
reliable data.
So, there I was reading the email containing the associated target number
reference and the non-disclosure condition and I felt like "wow, this time I get to
do something serious!". I am the kind of man who walks a lot while pondering,
that is why I noted the reference number on a piece of paper, get dressed, took
my clipboard, blank papers and two ballpens and headed downtown. My plan
was to find a nice retired place where I could enjoy a coffee and start working on
the target.
Walking through that sunny day, through my town, a man with a mission,
thinking of buying a spandex superhero suit, I couldn't escape the feeling that my
non-local mind was already extending it's informational tentacles across time
and space towards the target.
What was the target? A remote viewer never knows it beforehand. He is
someone who plunges into an informational abyss, a subspace parallel to our
own Universe and travels across a world of concepts, words, sensations,
emotions, all interlinked in whole informational galaxies and planets depicting
every object and event in the Universe...and it's connections to the whole. Each
step guiding them closer and closer to a clearer and clearer description of the
target.
I decided to go upstairs in a mall downtown since there was a spot
corresponding to my necessities, but until I got there, 30 minutes in advance, the
first flashes began to bring brief pieces of information into my mind.
We usually draw an automatic ideogram before beginning the session and
that ideogram, that initial squiggle, is containing packed information about the
target, or it behaves as a gate towards the target. Nevertheless, I started to
receive mines much too early, as squared spirals, square shapes arranged in a
line, and at that moment I already knew that I had to search for a structure.
There is this "rule" if you wish, that if anything happens to appear
spontaneously in your mind, without you actively trying to search for it, then
that information has a greater chance of being part of what you were searching.
This time, the feeling was like I was already connected to something.
Thirty minutes later, there I was, all set, coffee ready, white papers in front
of me and I started the session, a bit nervous, a bit emotional and curious.
In remote viewing the trick is to avoid, at all costs if possible, too crisp
images and too well determined ideas about the target. The protocols,
elaborated by scientists at Stanford Research Institute, must guide one step by
step, to discover the target from simple to complex, from primitive sensations to
whole aesthetic and conceptual informations, until the target gets actually
reconstructed at the end of the session. Some use even clay for the final step, or
plain detailed sketches, some modern viewers like me use 3D computer assisted
renderings of the target sites.
Soon enough, the concept of plane, of aviatic disaster creeped into my
mind until I could no longer get any other kind of information other than that. So
I supposed I was in something called AOL drive, or the moment the whole session
is contaminated with a premature conclusion and all incoming data seems to
flow from that preconceived idea.
All I can say is that I literally saw the plane with my mind's eye and I knew
it crashed, and those early flashes I had before reaching the mall, were
symbolising scattered pieces or lost structures.
Well, from my point of view, the session was corrupted, so with a bit of
disappointment, I made a break of about one hour, trying to completely take my
mind off the target.
I talked to some friends over the internet, listened to some music, drank
my coffee, walked around and then returned to the session.
My subconscious was already waiting for me that day, because as soon as I
stood on the chair and resumed the session, it told me: "feeling relaxed a bit? Ok.
Now...about THAT PLANE...".
I thought I was going mad so I contacted Sandra Hilleard and gave her my
first session with the plane and told her something like this: "I am sorry, but I
think someting is wrong with me. I keep having this strong AOL about a missing
plane and it won't go away no matter what I do, so here is my session. Sorry."
When she retasked me precisely regarding the plane, I was in awe so in my
next session, more data poured and I managed to determine the kind of
materials used in the making of the plane, the size of the plane, the crashing
position.
By probing the ideogram with the tip of the pen and then probing the
sketches, I could determine that it was a small "sport" plane and judging by the
materials used in the fuselage, it belonged to the WWII era.
Then a sudden flash with the emblem of the US Airforce on the tail of the
plane showed me it was an US military plane from the WWII. And to that
moment I still wasn't aware of the story behind the target.
Then, I observed and sketched the position of the plane after the crash,
nose down. I could see a wing caught in something like a wall, but I wasn't sure
how could a wing remain buried inside an earth or stone wall. I sketched it,
anyway. Afterwards I found out the plane had crashed in Greenland, a snowy and
glacial climate.
What struck me the most was when I found out there were life forms that
seemed to have slowly died, looking at a white wall, caught inside the plane. I told
Sandra that if there were life forms, they died waiting.
What I meant is that I suffered something called bilocation in remote
viewing and I was there with the life forms, watching that wall, waiting, being
stuck inside something.
And then the shock that I'll never forget: I wanted to know how precisley
did that happen.
There I was inside the plane, and suddenly a frontal shock and shudder
propagating through the plane. And I felt like my head went forward, snapping
my cervical spine.
That shock was on repeat in my mind, for days, as my brain was trying to
get to terms with that new experience. And I find it even now to be an amazing
experience because it showed me that remote viewing can give us insights and
informations and sensations to such a high degree of accuracy that we can
witness things and enhance our life experience without leaving our office.
The final sketch represented the accident in my view: the small plane
flying and colliding with a natural high structure or formation and then going
down, nose forward. Well, that was accurate too.
It was then when I found out to my surprize that I can change something in
the world by using only a few blank sheets of paper and a ballpen. I could make a
difference. I could change someone's paradigm and I did it, since the client's
response to our sessions, because we were three people in the team, was literally
"WOW".
Afterwards, the feedback came and I could also read the whole report on
the case, together with the sessions of the other two colleagues, one of which
became a great friend, Russell Pickering. I was in awe finding that three people
from three distant locations on earth, described similar facts, in totally blind
conditions.
But I can only imagine ow someone that is not at all involved in remote
viewing, could see our report!
Another interesting fact is that the client also gave us some empty grids to
be printed and asked us to try and use dowsing to pinpoint the present location
of the plane. Only me and Russell accepted that challenge and we each used our
own method. Well, I am telling you, we could have both put our mark in any part
of that grid, but we both ended up showing very near possible locations to the
original spot where the craft was last seen. The conclusion was that since
decades passed since then, the ice could have moved and together with it also
the plane.
The aim of this whole project was to try and reduce the search area for the
missing Grumman J2F4 Duck plane that was sent to rescue the crew of another
crashed plane, a B-17 bomber. Pilot John Pritchard and radioman Benjamin
Bottoms formed the team that managed to rescue some of the B-17 crew, yet on
the second attempt, they made radio contact and disappeared in the bad
weather at that time, together with the last man that they tried to bring back.
I will not engage now in history lessons about that whole event, yet all I
want to say is that these kind of operational sessions are enriching a remote
viewer's life with good and bad exepriences, with emotions that maybe they
never had.
Remote Viewing is giving us all access to this informational treasure that is
the patrimony of all sentient beings across the Universe. It gives us access to all
and everyone that we taught to be lost and it makes us more aware and more
responsible.
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