Climbing Mt. Everest in Tennis Shoes
by Dick Quick
So You Want To Be A Technical Remote Viewer? What a statement
to make at a time when such a statement blows people's minds. An un-heard of
technology, just recently discovered by most people on planet earth, and yet
it's been around for maybe thirty years. Who knows, maybe Edgar Cayce or Nostradamus
would have welcomed it into their studies--to travel by thought to distant lands,
probe into great thinkers, learn new ideas, and discover truths hidden for centuries.
The secular world has bent and distorted truth to compromise their own direction in what they believe world history should be, but in the end-times of today, we see the face of reality in full force and it's so upsetting to see the world unmasked; worldly traditions handed down century after century. Traditions of mankind. And the world is formed by the human pen of historians. Tragic no doubt.
We have been programmed by our peers to see things as they see them; we have been indoctrinated, turned into robotic programmers and teachers--teaching ideas of other teachers of great thoughts. Where would civilized man be without some directions of learned knowledge passed onto us? Probably worse off if we didn't have rules to abide by. So peoples and lands around this globe have bumped and stumbled for thousands of years to get where we are today. We, as a race of humans, have fought wars and lost wars depending on where your love of land exists. So many lies and untruths, and men still greedy to line their pockets.
We have the poor with us still. Men and women fighting for democracy around the world, coming back to our hospitals without limbs, eyes, battle-weary, fatigued, young and old alike. Brains destroyed by mortars going off in some foxhole, and sailors dying by the thousands when their ships go down at sea. So, the drama continues in governments around the world, new leaders arise, dictating to the masses a "new idea". So more blood is shed. War is insane.
We are all brothers and sisters in this global cosmos of planets and stars yet we remain unborn, programmed for work Monday through Friday for meager wages, and this is called "the way things are meant to be." Afraid of what tomorrow will bring, we huddle by our little furnaces on cold winter nights wondering when the next terrorist attack will be. We hold our children close to us and kiss them asleep at night wondering what the future holds for them.
We live in dangerous times, folks. Never before has America been in so much danger until now. Missiles from foreign countries can now reach America. We think of ways to protect ourselves and have good sound rational ideas. But we don't carry them out. On Friday nights we may watch "Saturday Night Live" instead of getting off our butts, and intuitively, we know trouble lies ahead and we say, "It won't happen to us."
We Americans are so naive. Go to a country in Asia, and see how others live. We are so plain stupid to think that America is safe. Diseases are increasing, weather patterns--tornados, hurricanes-are on the increase. Forest fires are destroying valuable timber lands; floods rip towns and cities apart. Even the stars in the skies at night when we look at them are going through tremendous distortions when they explode. What on earth is going on? Maybe you've been asking yourself lately, "What's going on out there?" Why are the planets in our solar system warming up several degrees? What's going on with the polar caps on Mars? They're melting. The storms on our own sun have been increasing several years now and we ask why. Why is earth warming up? I need answers.
And so in my search to find answers, I found Psiman (aka Dane Spotts) in the PSI TECH chatroom. When I first came in, Psiman gave me the 3rd degree, asking me hard questions, trying to mind probe my intentions for being there. I can't really blame Psiman for asking questions. I told him where I lived and he said, "I use to live by you, Old-Coyote, about 80 miles away, and I worked in your city when I was a young man, at a MacDonald's burger joint along highway 37."
"Oh," I said. "I used to hang out there in the parking lot and I would throw garbage out in the parking lot when I got done eating those delicious hamburgers."
"So," Psiman said, "it was you!"
"Sure," I said. "I provided a job for you, you know."
Psiman agreed that I helped him keep his job. So I joined PSI TECH because of Macdonald hamburgers.
Now, let's get serious for a few minutes. To be a remote viewer is one of the hardest obstacles as far as overcoming the public's fear of the "unknown". You will work with cops, FBI, detectives, etc. You will go through moments of disgust with law enforcement. The law wants facts. Well, so does the remote viewer. Only the facts, honey, only the facts.
A couple of years ago, locally, I worked on a drowning case of a young man named Mike Noss who attending the University of Eau Claire in Wisconsin. After one week of time, after his disappearance, I started to search for him. I did two TRV sessions on him. This was in November. The session data showed him three blocks from my house, under the waters of Half Moon Lake. I sent the sessions to the dispatcher at the police head quarters. I knew the location where Mike was. I actually drew the location where his body was. This was the 2nd week of November. December came, January, February, March went by. The Half Moon Lake froze over for the winter. But come toward the end of March, some people walking along the lake noticed a red jacket appearing on the ice, for the break-up of the ice was occurring. The jacket was located 60 yards out from the shore, 40 yards down from the concrete pier. The fire department was called. It was Mike all right. A ceremony was held there along the bank. Many people from the college came there and many flowers were hung on trees for a memorial for this man.
So I called the Chief of Police and we talked for twenty minutes on the phone. I asked him, "Chief, I sent you several drawings of the location of Mike Noll. Did you review these drawings, Chief?"
"Nope, I never got any drawings from the dispatcher's office, Dick."
"Chief," I said, "I spent a total of 9-10 hours on two sessions for this man and your dispatcher threw them away in the trash basket?"
No comment.
"Chief, Mike lay under the ice the whole winter until spring thaw. Why didn't someone wise up and go ahead and check out the location?"
"Dick," Chief said, "I don't know what remote viewing is."
"Well Chief," I said, "Maybe you better do some searching on the net and find out."
I really don't think the Chief ever did check out remote viewing, so these are the problems facing the remote viewer. No one knows about TRV. And when you tell them, they don't believe it. So, it's like trying to Climb Mt. Everest wearing sneakers instead of climbing boots with spikes. And that's what the world's been doing, trying to climb Everest without the right equipment. Just imagine where we'd be if everyone could remote view?
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