Ingo Swann - Remote Viewing the moon

[grove of selves]

From the book "Penetration" by Ingo Swann

Chapter 4 - Psychic Touchdown on the moon.


I had spent a nervous night.
First of all, the bed was kind of hard, and there was no sound in the room. So I listened to my heart pumping in the dark silence. I felt a little claustrophobic which reminded me of how had I had responded inside the Great Pyramid in Egypt when I had visited it in 1973.
I sifted through possibilities - wondering if all of this could possibly be a deeply covert KGB thing.
Axelrod LOOKED and ACTED American enough. But the twins? Openly confessed, my attention was on the $1000-day thing.

By 1975, I had been in Psi research for about five years. When it was arranged for me to take part in those earlier experiment, the first order of business in the minds of the researchers was to figure out how to pay me the least possible, and preferably to pay me nothing.
The $1000-day was a real, and much needed windfall for me. So I worried about the many ways it could get messed up. Failing to provide good Psi data was one way. But, as I had found, if one talks about things people don't understand, then they lose interest.
Another way was NOT to provide what the client wanted. I had no idea what Axelrod wanted. Maybe they, whomever THEY were, were looking for good places to build Moonbases. Maybe THEY had lost a secret spacecraft or something along those Lines. But there I was, nervous or not, deep underground somewhere, twisting on a hard bed.

Well, I'd remote view the Moon and get it over with. I didn't expect to see much on the Moon - dead satellite, airless, dust, craters, etc. Anyhow, the mystery WAS a bit much if one took time to think about it. Being dragged around in hoods! Really!

I determined never to get caught up in such an affair again. We started our work early the next morning - which I immediately dubbed "Moon Probe."

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As we had done in the Jupiter project, I asked Axel to find out where the Moon was in its monthly cycle - which is to say, its present relationship to the Earth, and the Sun. "The Moon is full," he began, "opposite the Sun, and the Moon is just setting in the West.
Will that do?" "
I hope so," I replied.
"Earth is between the Sun and Moon, then, and what I have to try to do is head directly away from the Sun, hoping for a psychic touchdown (I smiled in saying this) on the Moon surface." "Ok, do your thing, then," Axel smiled.

He pushed the 'record' button on his tape recorder. Earlier that morning, we had discussed the experiment's protocol, the way the session was to be conducted. Except for voicing the lunar coordinates when I asked for them,

Axel was to make no verbal inputs. I talk out loud when "doing my thing," asking MYSELF a series of questions. But these are questions to aid my intellect in trying to understand what I am experiencing. .These are not questions others need to respond to while I am "at work." I DO NOT like to close my eyes when I am doing my "thing". I settled back and tried to get a sense of Earth being between the Sun and Moon - and slowly began to have images of rising upwards from Earth until I could see its curvature.
As I had already learned from our efforts to get psychically to Jupiter, the Sun looks much smaller to my psychic senses than it does when we eye-ball it on Earth. Seen psychically, and if seeming smaller, at least three "envelopes" of some kind are clearly visible around the solar star.
In any event, I tried psychically to head away from the Sun, toward the Moon. This now looked LARGER than it does when eye-balling it. I had no problem getting there.
Slowly at first, it grew larger and larger and then swiftly filled my psychic vision completely - a whitish thing, with grays, darks and, surprisingly, a lot of yellows in it. Suddenly I was kind of sucked into-toward it faster, as if in a gravity free-fall. Next, I had the sensation of "being" next to some pumice-like rocks.
"OK," I whispered to Axel, "I can see these rocks, and some dust, so I guess I must be here. Give me your first Moon coordinate preceding it with the word Moon." I wrote down "Moon" and the coordinate-ordinate and nothing happened. I was still where I had touched down. "Give it again, more slowly," I asked. He did so, and I experienced a blurred kind of vision, a sense of zooming across a plain, some mountains - and then into darkness which surprised me.

"Its dark here," I said. "Why is that? A rhetorical question, Axel. Please do not speak an answer." Darkness!

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Then, slowly, as if adjusting to a kind of nightvision, I could begin to perceive formations.
And I realized what had happened. "This coordinate," I asked, "is it on the dark side of the Moon? Yes, it must be."
I began trying to make sense of the impressions I was acquiring. "Well, I seem to be near a cliff of some kind. It goes upward quite high, made of some kind of dark rock. There is whitish sand, a fluffy kind of sand. Away from the cliff formation there is a broad expanse of some kind.
There are some patterns in the sand, or whatever it is - not quite like sand." What do the patterns look like," Axel interjected. He was not supposed to intrude with questions. But he had, so I went with it. "Well (I now closed my eyes), sort of like little tufts or dunes, as if the wind had made a kind of pattern."

After a moment of considering these little dunes: "But there is not supposed to be any wind on the Moon, is there? No atmosphere? . . . Yet, I can sense something like atmosphere . . . I'm getting a little confused. Let's take a break."
Was I mistaken? Axelrod seemed to be looking at me in a rather strange way - as if swallowing a desire to speak, "Well," I went on, "what they actually look like are like rows of largish tractor tread marks. But I don't understand how this could be, so they must be something I don't understand.
They are just marks of some kind. Strange, though." I was silent for a moment. "Axel, do you want - well, am I supposed to try to see metals or something here, or what? I'm just near this cliff here - it has a kind of shiny quality to it, something like obsidian . . .".
Axel answered: "No, we can go on to the next coordinate-ordinate now." "Give me a moment," I asked, "then on my signal lay it on I wrote down the next coordinate-ordinate. The cliff vision faded, and in a few moments I was clearly at another place, which I could hardly believe was on the Moon. "I'm sorry, Axel, I seem to have gotten back to Earth here. . .".
"Why do you think that?" he asked.
"Well, there are . . . some . . .". I stopped. I looked at Axel. "Maybe we better take a break, a little coffee, and then we can try again." "OK, but what did you see?" "I have no idea. But whatever it was it couldn't be on the Moon." (I had visions of $1000-days coming to an abrupt end.)

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In about fifteen minutes we got back to it. I went through the same process of going away from the Sun until I was at the Moon.
"OK, give me that coordinate-ordinate again."
He did. I wrote it slowly down, making sure I made no error in doing so.
I became aware of a greenish haze, which is what I had seen before.
This time I decided to go for it, for better or worse. "Well, I am in a place which is sort of down, like in a crater I suppose.
There is this strange green haze, like a light of some kind. Beyond that, all around is dark though. I am wondering where the light is coming from . . .". I jolted to a stop again.

After a moment, Axel prodded. "Yes, what else?" "Well, you won't like this, I guess. I see, or at least think I see, well . . . some actual lights. They are giving off a green light . . . I see two rows of them, . . ., yes, sort of like lights at football arenas, high up, banks of them. "Up on towers of some kind . . .". I gave up here. "Well, Axel, I can't be on the Moon. I guess I have to apologize, I seem to be getting somewhere here on Earth."
Axel stared at me for a moment. He was NOT smiling or looking sympathetic or tolerant. I thought it was all over with. "You're sure you see lights, actual lights?" he finally asked. "Well, I see lights'. But how can they be on the Moon?" Axel had a pencil in his hands, which he was twirling around and around. His not-smile developed into a frown.
"Shit," he finally uttered, and broke the pencil in half. I was quite surprised and fully expected him to stand up and leave the room in dismay at my remote-vie wing flub. But he did not.
"Lights, huh? You are sure you saw lights?" "Well, yes. But not on the Moon, surely. How could they be on the Moon?" Axel stared at me, saying nothing. I can be quite dense, I suppose, but something started twanging around in the denseness. I blinked at Axel. "You mean . . .," I began, somewhat uncertain as to what to say. I realized I had to select my words carefully. "Am I to think these lights are actually on the Moon?"
There was no answer forthcoming from Axel. I pressed onward. "Have the Russians built a Moonbase or something? Is that what I am supposed to be remote-viewing?" Again, no answer. We sat and stared at each other for a longish period, he not willing to commit.
After a moment of this confrontation, I decided to reassume the initiative. "Maybe you should give me that coordinate-ordinate again."

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Once back in the glow of the greenish lights, I now seemed to have the courage to begin really looking. "Well, the light seems diffused somehow, as if there is a lot of fog - no, it's dust - dust! Floating in the air."
I paused, then continued: "Yet there is no air on the Moon, is there? There is noise of some kind, like a thumping. I can see one of the light towers better now. Hey, it seems built of some very narrow struts of some kind, thin like pencils. Like some sort of pre-fab stuff right out of Buckminster Fuller's
stuff."
"How high are the light towers?" Axel interrupted. "Well, high enough. I have to find something against which to compare them. Let's see . . . hey, there are some of those tractor-tread marks everywhere. If I guess these are about a foot wide, well, then, let's see, if I compute as correctly as I can, well . . .". I paused, looking at Axel. He was not smiling. "Yes?" he arched his eyebrows.
"Well, tall -about or let's say over a hundred feet. But?" "'But' what," Axel asked, leaning forward. I swallowed hard, and almost chickened out at this point.
"Well, I think I got a glimpse of the crater's edge. On it I think I saw a very large tower, very high that is." "Yes?" "Yes! Big, really big." "How big?" I swallowed again.
"Well, if I compare it to something I am familiar with in New York, about as high as the Secretariat building at the United Nations - which has thirty-nine floors in it." Axel narrowed his lips. "You can see that, then?" But this, as I took it, was a question Axel was asking himself more than me.
Again the silence. I decided to again assume what ever initiative I could. "Arn I, then, to assume this stuff really IS on the Moon?
If so, this is more than a Moon base, isn't it, Axel?" Again no answer. So I continued: "But this stuff is big. Does NASA or the Soviet space program have the capabilities of getting such large stuff onto the Moon? I thought everyone was having trouble just getting a couple of guys and a dog into orbit. I thought the only thing we got on the Moon was a flag planted in some crater somewhere."
As I talked myself through all this a certain glimmer began to dawn in the recesses of my mental darkness. I suddenly stopped speaking. I stared incredulously at Axel. "You mean - am I to assume this stuff is - not OURS! Not made on Earth?"

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Axel raised his eyebrows, trying to grin. "Quite a surprise, isn't it," he said.
I had a sense he was trying NOT to be emotional. Surprise? To say the least!

I was completely dumbfounded to the degree that I had begun taking very short breaths, getting dizzy thereby. "I take it you would like a break before we continue," Axel ventured.
What I really needed was a recovery couch. In fact, I still get breathless even as I write these very words now.
It's one tiling to read about UFOs and stuff in the papers or in books. It is another to hear rumors about the military or government having an interest in such matters, rumors which say they have captured aliens and downed alien space craft.
But it's quite another matter to find oneself in a situation which obviously confirms EVERYTHING. Not principally because I suddenly knew the rumors were true. But because I found myself in a situation in which I, in my psychic processes, had seen the evidence for myself. "Good heavens!" I breathed.

My brain began racing, putting things together. Axel, though, and the twins, and the elaborate secrecy of this whole "mission," was the best evidence. I was now completely certain that I was physically present in some kind of ultra-ultra-ultra secret place, and that the mission of this place was to sort out extraterrestrial matters.
I knew that NASA must have photographic evidence of activities on the Moon which already confirmed the presence of extraterrestrial activity there. What I did not understand though, and I realized this only with my third cup of coffee and my tenth cigar, was why this ultra-secret project needed my services. So, I looked at Axel, and this time I was not smiling either. "Why the hell have you dragged me into this, Axel? If you possess enough to cause what I take is your mission to come into existence, surely you don't need my inputs here?" "Well, Ingo, no - and yes." "I'm confused," I said, rather sternly.
"Please explain." "I can't. Well, at least I can not give you information. It was felt that doing so would jeopardize not only us, but our mission. You seem bright enough, though." "Thanks heaps, Axel. Well, this bit of security almost blew it for you.
Had I not learned sometime ago to accept and describe what I was seeing psychically, accept it BEFORE prejudging it, I would have not dared to say I saw lights on the Moon.
I would have edited that out, fearing others might see me as loony. God damn it! ETs on the Moon, no less!"

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"Well," Axelrod began, "if I had told you in advance, would you have thought I was loony?" Axel asked. He had a point. AND ALL OF THIS WAS REAL!
I closed my eyes as waves of goosebumps cascaded through my body. I couldn't control them, so I broke into tears. "Shall I leave you to recover?" Axel asked.
"If I can be by myself yes, but if one of those god-damned muscle men twins has to stand and watch me blubber, don't you dare. No way do I want THEM to see me in this condition."
"They would understand perfectly. We all have experienced a considerable amount of emotional surprise." "I can't believe that either of those twins would ever think about crying. . .". But suddenly, through my emotions I started laughing, almost uncontrollably.
"This is SERIOUS, isn't it?" I finally managed to blurt out. But my thoughts were going a mile a minute. The bottom line: We are not alone - and some ultra-secret, presumably a governmental agency, goddamned well knew it!

My glee changed swiftly into anger. Shit! Shit-shit-shit! "Well," I snarled, "whoever is in charge of these matters hasn't managed them very well as far as us ordinary public types are concerned." "I'll concede that, Ingo," Axel said.
"Frankly, no one has known what to do, and many mistakes have been made." "Yes, and all in the name of what - privileged information in favor of the few, of the military, of scientists, or what?" "Sometimes. But the problems are more than you can imagine." "Don't give me that, Axel. Here you drag me into a very scary situation, ask me to utilize my thing in a very strange way, and ask me to see FOR YOU something I cannot imagine? "Get outahere? I don't buy it. I don't like this, I don't like it at all." Axel and I sat staring at each other. Neither of us was smUing. "Do you want to leave, then?" he finally asked. "We will do whatever you want." Of course I did NOT want to LEAVE! I wanted to understand. "Why do you need my services, Axel?
Just answer that one question. "If that stuff is on the Moon, why don't you just send along another Moon mission to have a good look-see . . .". But the awful truth dawned in a burst of light. I looked at him. "Unless they . . . I can't believe this . . . unless they somehow have told you to stay away, and somehow shown you they mean it!" This time Axel was neither smiling nor not smiling. I got out of my chair and started pacing the length of the table.

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I started laughing. "Goddamn it!
They've somehow got you by the balls, haven't they. That's why you are resorting to psychic perceptions! Ja-eesus Kahariiiist!?
They are NOT friendly, are they? ARE THEY, Axel!" Axel kept his cool.
"There are two major reasons why I've asked you to help. You are approximately correct about the first one, but not completely so. The second reason is more simple.
"Your information might provide a kind of check point in what you surely now realize must be a mess of interpretations of the photographic and other evidence.
"It was my idea to find a psychic who did not know anything about the Moon, and see what might be seen there. Sort of an independent source of information, which would lean our interpretations one way or another." "Have you used other psychics, then?" I demanded, very intent on getting an answer. "Please don't require me to say yes or no." I felt my patience thinning out. "Why not?" "There are several reasons, but mainly there is a confidence factor involved." "Confidence about what, about the abilities of other psychics?"
"Yes, that is one of them." I sat back in my chair, and trying to keep my hands from shaking too obviously, lit another cigar. My brain was whirling. "So," I began, "the only major way now to spy on those guys is to resort to psychic abilities, which the mainstream of our great nation makes a special effort to discredit. What a gas! What a complete gas!" I started giggling.

"Well, speaking of who's got who by the balls, I've suddenly got you by yours haven't I?" Axel sighed. "Well, they said you were quick on the up-take, and stubborn, and could throw tantrums. I see they were right." "'They', who is 'they'?" I asked, but I couldn't stop giggling.
Before he could answer, which he obviously didn't want tc anyway, I had another brainstorm coming on. "I suppose, then, the Soviets are having the same problem. Don't tell me THE SOVIETS have resorted to THEIR psychics!!!?" Axel had resumed Ins stoic snuling-not-smiling face. I jumped out of my chair again. "Got you again, haven't I?" I almost shouted. "You KNOW the Russians are using psychics, and you are afraid they will get psychic Moon-information before we do! I'll be fucked!"

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Next Chapter:
Humanoids on the moon.....

[cluas]

Yeah it's a good book ... :)

[21_12_2012]

Is this the book ?
Penetration: The Question of Extraterrestrial and Human Telepathy: Amazon.co.uk: Ingo Swann: 9780966767407: Books@@AMEPARAM@@http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Ndgo6sxQL.@@AMEPARAM@@51Ndgo6sxQL

That's a LOT of cash for 1 little book.

Edit:- I just downloaded it on torrent. Will have a read later.

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Is this the book ?
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Penetration-Question-Extraterrestrial-Human-Telepathy/dp/0966767403/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1271242803&sr=8-6

That's a LOT of cash for 1 little book.

Yeah that's the one.
£336?? bloody hell - :confused: think someone's taking the piss slightly

[21_12_2012]

Yeah that's the one.
£336?? bloody hell - :confused: think someone's taking the piss slightly

I've just been reading a few pages, looks VERY interesting.

[darryl84]

Interesting information.

[grove of selves]

Chapter 5
Humanoids on the moon

Back at work, Axel gave me Moon coordinates, each set representing specific locations on the Moon's surface. At some of the locations there seemed to be nothing to see except Moonscapes. But at others locations? - well, there were confusions, and I perceived a lot that I could not understand at all.

I made a lot of sketches, identifying them as this or that, or looking like something else. Without comments, Axelrod quickly took possession of each sketch, and I was never to see them again.
I found towers, machinery, lights of different colors, strange-looking "buildings." I found bridges whose function I couldn't figure out. One of them just arched out - and never landed anywhere. There were a lot of domes of various sizes, round things, things like small saucers with windows. These were stored next to crater sides, sometimes in caves, sometimes in what looked like airfield hangars. I had problems estimating sizes. But some of the "things" were very large.
I found long tube-like things, machinery-tractor-like things going up and down hills, straight roads extending some miles, obelisks
which had no apparent function. There were large platforms on domes, large cross-like structures. Holes being dug into crater walls and floors obviously having to do with some kind of mining or earth-moving operations. There were "nets" over craters, "houses" in which someone obviously lived, except that I couldn't see who - save in one case.
In THAT case, I saw some kind of people busy at work on something I could not figure out. The place was dark. The "air" was filled with a fine dust, and there was some kind of illumination - like a dark lime-green fog or mist. The thing about them was that they either were human or looked exactly like us - but they were all males, as I could well see since they were all butt-ass naked. I had absolutely no idea why. They seemed to be digging into a hillside or a cliff.

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As I described, "They must have some way of creating a good environment, warm and with air in it.
But why would they be going around naked?" No answer was forthcoming to this self-question.
But being there in my psychic state, as I felt I was, some of those guys started talking excitedly and gesticulating.
Two of them pointed in my "direction." Immediately I felt like "running away" and hiding, which I guess I psychically did, since I "lost" sight of this particular imaging.
"I think they have spotted me, Axel. They were pointing at me I think. How could they do that . . . unless . . . they have some kind of high psychic perceptions, too?" Axel said, in a calm, low voice, so low I hardly heard it at first.
"Please quickly come away from that place." My eyes were wide as understanding drained in. "You already know they are psychic, don't you?" Axel raised his eyebrows and gave a deep sigh. And, at that point, he abruptly closed his folders.
"I think we had better end our work here." I was quite surprised. But I had not fallen of the psychic truck just yesterday. "You think, you already KNOW, that they have some kind of, uh, telepathy - that they can trace where this psychic probe is coming from? Is that it?"
Axel had started smiling again, but obviously was not going to respond. "Come on, Axel, loosen up a little." But I was not to be deterred. "Would they kill an Earth-psychic if they felt he or she was good enough to spy on them?" "There is no conclusive evidence to suggest that," Axel responded. I gritted my teeth.
"No 'conclusive' evidence! What the hell does THAT mean?" My voice had climbed several octaves. "It's very difficult for us to assess any of this," Axelrod began.
"We don't know, but that they do have things and capabilities we here are trying to understand is very apparent. Whether they spotted you or not will be unclear, but we have to put no prejudgments on what guides our mission. "At any rate, we don't want to put you to any more risk. Let's eat some dinner, and then get you back to New York. "I'm afraid we have to repeat the process used to get you out of here. I hope you don't mind. We are very grateful." "RISK!!! What do you mean by RISK?" I could see that Axelrod was prepared to be noncommittal.

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So I took the initiative. "If it's telepathy, then it's a different kind, at least from how it is understood here on Earth. It's NOT just telepathy, either."

THIS got his attention. He looked at me in surprise. "What do you mean?" At this, I FINALLY comprehended that his earlier interest in telepathy had not been just innocent chit-chat. "Well, I don't know exactly. It's more than just mind-to-mind. It's like, well . . .". I was grasping for words.
"Well, when they 'saw' me, they couldn't really see me, could they? What, then were they seeing? I'm asking myself this, Axel?" "Yes, go on," he said.

"Well, it's more like they were . . . FEELING rather than seeing or picking up on mind vibes. It's more like it was, yes, sort of a dimensional thing - rather, sort of like a ripple in some kind of cross-dimensionality. Yes! That's it! They FELT something.
Not particularly ME. But SOMETHING. I paused: "And! THEY knew what the ripple meant. Like a sort of penetration of where they were." I paused, then said in a self-introspecting way: "WOW!" Axelrod sat quietly, as was his way, looking at me.
Then: "Why did you say WOW?" "Ah! Well, if I can articulate it . . . it was like there is a sort of . . . cross-dimensional . . . Well, if you can imagine that you feel a presence but can't see it, it was something like that. "Only those guys . . . they were going to hone in on it, at least that's the best way to describe it."
Axelrod was silent for a moment. "So, you are referring to telepathy plus something else? "No, not exactly. Perhaps SOMETHING ELSE plus telepathy. It's the other way around. After all, the basis for telepathy has to come from something - rather, because of something." "What do you mean?" "Well, nothing happens all by itself.
There are always processes involved. This is to say, things happen by way of something. Nothing comes out of thin air. It's hard to articulate in simple three-dimensional terms. Mind-to-mind is a three-dimensional construct. But what if . . . " Axelrod interrupted. "Why would mind-to-mind be a three dimensional . . .?" "Well, one mind existing as a three-dimensional thing communicating with another which is also a three-dimensional thing, and the communicating across the distance . . . is not the distance involved conceived of in three-dimensional terms? "The PHYSICAL universe is three-dimensional - not the mental universe. Here is one of the big flaws in all theories about Psi.
Everyone thinks of Psi ONLY in three-dimensional terms." I ran out of words at this point.

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Axelrod was looking at me with his calm, unblinking eyes. But he was lightly drumming his fingers on the table.
I knew I had hit something of concern. And his next comment proved it. "Could you write down your ideas along these lines?" I could. I did.
I remember producing fifteen hand-written pages. After this somewhat inscrutable advisory, there came a handshake, the hood, a chopper ride, and by the twins and the same car I was delivered back to the center of Washington and let off at the train station at my request.
The twins said no more than they had to. I found myself wondering if they actually came from the Moon.
I spent the next few months wondering if the ETs were going to find me and zap my brains out of existence. When I left Mr. Axelrod's carefully hidden establishment, he reminded me of my pledged ten years of confidentiality. "Not to worry, Axel," I replied. "I have no intention of demolishing my official research work by introducing something so far out as claiming I have seen extraterrestrials working away on the Moon.
No one would believe me anyway." I have abided by that promise, well past the ten-year mark. The reasons I have now decided to write about all this will become clear in later chapters.
As I departed, Mr. Axelrod asked that if he again had need of me, would I be interested. "Probably," I responded, for how could I not be - Jesus Christ, ETs on the Moon and some official investigative agency? Who could resist! "Good," he replied. "But my name Axelrod is now retired when you leave here, and will not be used again.
We will be in touch with you in some other fashion, which I will make sure you recognize. "If anyone ever asks you about 'Mr. Axelrod' or about this place, or asks if you know anything about it, such inquiries will not be coming from us. Please act accordingly, for our sakes and your own." God! Scary, huh? What had I gotten into? But his advice came in handy when, about three year's later, my telephone rang. It was a Mr. Dillins or Dallons (I didn't quite get which) who said he was an investigative reporter digging into government cover-ups of the UFO situation. I said I didn't know anything about that - other than what I read in various books and articles.
He brushed aside my evasion, and asked if I knew Mr. Axelrod. "Who?" I asked in return. "You know," the investigative reporter said, "Mr. Axelrod."

"Never heard of him," I replied. There was a silence at the other end of the telephone, and then the caller clicked off without so much as a thank you or good-bye - leaving me with shaking hands and much in memory of Axel's forewarning. You want a basis for paranoiac tensions?

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After leaving Mr. Axelrod, and back in New York, I decided I was pretty much of a wreck. I slept for about two days, dumbly watching the boop-tube between naps and such. I ate a lot.
Then, when I began to get IT and all ITS implications back together, I decided to make some sketches of what I remember drawing for Axel.
I couldn't remember any of the coordinates-ordinate numbers, and the names of the plains and craters on the Moon were never used when we were doing the remote viewings.
So I don't know where these intelligence-made structures and such were actually located on the Moon.
But I could hardly forget what I had seen. I made several larger drawings, and then decided to fit them onto two pages - which I then placed in my bank's safe box, since I had visions of my home and studio covertly being gone through without my knowledge.
Paranoia rode high with me for quite some time. But I suppose my safe box was just as accessible to the covert powers that be.

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Yeah that's the one.
£336?? bloody hell - :confused: think someone's taking the piss slightly

A former longtime forum member here who claimed to be an elite Illuminati bloodline insider said that he had seen Ingo Swann shapeshift into a terrifying reptilian form on one or more occasions. :eek:

[grove of selves]

A former longtime forum member here who claimed to be an elite Illuminati bloodline insider said that he had seen Ingo Swann shapeshift into a terrifying reptilian form on one or more occasions. :eek:

That would be a pity.
He is an intensely weird guy, but I have always viewed him and his work as very credible.

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That would be a pity.
He is an intensely weird guy, but I have always viewed him and his work as very credible.

The poster, darketernal, believed that these publically available remote viewing programs were specifically set up to identify individuals from bloodlines the elite had lost track of, in order to find candidates with strong psychic potential.

[trauma]

A former longtime forum member here who claimed to be an elite Illuminati bloodline insider said that he had seen Ingo Swann shapeshift into a terrifying reptilian form on one or more occasions. :eek:

Who was this person? Does he still have any Posts here?

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Who was this person? Does he still have any Posts here?

Darketernal. He's moved on but I imagine you'd still be able to find his posts around.

[biblegirl]

interesting stuff

[neville fan]

Darketernal. He's moved on but I imagine you'd still be able to find his posts around.



Ok you've got me curious, It says Darketernal was banned. Was it something he said on one of his posts? Besides what gets you banned anyway?

Thanks

[neville fan]

Darketernal. He's moved on but I imagine you'd still be able to find his posts around.

Does anybody know who he was personally?

[21_12_2012]

Who was this person? Does he still have any Posts here?

http://www.davidicke.com/forum/showthread.php?t=93040

[verndewd]

Thats some tough stuff to accept even though i have had remote viewing episodes, i think 3 or 4 that I knew of and a few in dreams. In the quantum physical world i can see how it works but seeing lights on the moon?

[elendal]

Here's something that will make no sense to anyone, but some may catch its meaning if they read the whole Penetration.

Whodunit - "The Grandest Game in the World".

http://www.jrank.org/literature/pages/7111/Whodunit.html

Some clues?

You are all walking right on the scene of a crime that was committed on this very planet against the whole human race. The crime was committed dozens, if not hundreds of thousands of years ago, but the scene is still steaming hot with criminal activity. You get your clues every day, just by getting out of your beds, but most simply decide to ignore them altogether.

The crime?

One of invasion, abuse, and repeated genocides.

The perpetrator?

Well, that's the whole point of the Whodunit game, isn't it? That's one answer that you will have to find for yourselves.

Personally, I'm satisfied with the clues I've found in my search, so I'm not into this particular game anymore. I'm more into waiting for the right moment to begin hunting down and punishing the murderers.