Remote Viewing, ADD and Me
by Connie Good
Well, I did warn the guy before I married him, "I am a lousy
bookkeeper and an even worse housekeeper." I guess he thought I was joking.
After all, I was so charming, so friendly, so marvelously bright. He said later,
"No way could I ever have known what you meant." You mean the boxes, the books,
the love of socializing, the indifference to organization? Define dust; I am
not sure I know what you mean. Really! Strangers love me, children love me,
animals and I are buds; I speak rat, cat, even chicken. Is 1300 books enough?
I try to read fewer than 10 or 12 at a time. When is a car not a car? When it's
a mobile storage unit and trash can. Do you know the difference between like
and love? I don't. I've never liked the word "like" as it applies to a person.
It's a wimpy, cop-out word. Love someone or leave them alone, you can hate 'em
too, that's passion for you. I mean, how can you do anything lasting, for anyone,
without being willing to love them? This is the way my ADD mind works. Jumping from one thought to the next. But our society has begun to recognize the value of us offbeat, random, scattered ones. The nearly instant grasp of the big picture, the empathy and enthusiasm for EVERYTHING, and the fluid creative thinking are being discovered right next to that frustrating impulsiveness, the inability to tend to details, and the constant distractibility. Thank God there aren't more like me…none of us would have hot and cold running water, telephone service, laws enforced--we'd all be just flying around, talking, gathering things, staying up all night, studying everything.
At nine years old I watched a 4th of July parade with my cousin. As I stood there, a stillness came over me and I saw my cousin and my Aunt, surrounded by a coming change. I told my cousin, age 8, "In three days your life will change forever. I don't know if it'll be good or bad, but nothing will be the same." She remembers this comment still today. Three days later, my uncle, her father, was killed in a freak train accident. This was the first of many such experiences. Unlike some people with active psychic lives, my heightened awareness comes in waves, which last a week or so and then subside
In addition to being a somewhat psychic child, I was also very dreamy, pondering the nature of the universe, injustice, broken hearts, the souls of birds, etc, instead of paying attention to my one assigned primary purpose: schoolwork. Everything I have done for any extended length of time takes its own compelling path. Like I haven't been promoted in my martial art class for years, because I come and go,(I think they call it "sporadic attendance") but I love it and always show up for tournaments and win a few medals so that I can make points for my school and hang out with my buds.
In the past I was grateful to have such helpful, mysterious knowledge at times, but I still knew that it did not mean what so many thought it did. For example, it was NOT an indication of special moral character or great spiritual awareness. I always knew in my heart, that I just happened to have a talent, like being good at singing or tennis, one that I could develop if I wanted to or not. Sometimes it was helpful, like when I knew that a report that someone's family had been killed was actually a mistake. I also knew that it was a latent human ability, and said so to others who tended to be either impressed too much or defensive and thought my ability was from the devil. I was an inhabitant of the Twilight Zone in either case. It gets pretty lonely out there noticing that your new buddy has a heart condition he's unaware of, or that the two ladies walking by across the street have a stalker that they don't know about who watches them. I prayed a lot and got serious about my spiritual life. I asked God to take away all the impressions from my conscious mind unless they would be of use to me or someone else. That toned things down quite a bit. For example, I stopped seeing everyone's aura. I still get quite a bit of information during those waves about people around me. I call it "when the window is open".
One thing I would say in my "Aw shucks, its no big deal" speech that I gave to those who learned of my ability was that someday everyone would be able to be psychic if they wanted to be--that there would be people who would teach this, in a classroom, much like any other subject.
I first heard about remote viewing in 1976. I was happy that day, like a child. I knew I would not have to be a "strange, 'gifted' one" forever. I began to casually look around for information on remote viewing and eventually found out about PSI TECH. I happily talked quite a bit about remote viewing with anyone that I met, but did not know how to learn it and honestly did not feel very concerned about that part. Just to know it was there filled a deep need within me. To this day, when I think about PSI TECH and Technical Remote Viewing, I still have that happy, childlike joy and I feel my heart expanding and growing brighter.
Eventually, there was a tape made available that supposedly could teach it to you. I bought the tape, though it seemed quite expensive to me. I watched the tape once, said "very interesting" and put it away. As computers became more popular, I began to do research and discovered just how superior the TRV protocols were compared to other remote viewing methods. Interestingly, my then 10 year old daughter did the exercises on the tape, made herself a blind target pool, and I heard her say "Mom, look! I saw a mountain and there it is! She was practicing and practicing. I thought, "Great, I should get around to it." But never did.
Then the next set of teaching tapes came out and the Gen 2 tape learning system. I wanted to learn more now and my kids were older, plus I longed for some friends who understood about the endless, inner world of knowledge. As usual, PSI TECH offered a generous break in pricing for anyone who had already been a student. So I had the whole system now, I was a TRV student. Well, sort of. Maybe the word "lurker" is more fitting. I think I was afraid of getting tons of psychic impressions again, or maybe that was when I was busy being on a Search and Rescue team and starting a candy business. So I just hung out and chatted with all the TRV folks at night. A new buddy is more fun than a "skill" you have to practice, don't you think?
Meanwhile, there had been some restructuring in PSI TECH's leadership, and some…shall we say…difficult challenges in the company itself. When I saw the way the remaining leadership handled some bizarre and awkward situations and came out smelling like a rose, I sat up and took notice. .
Years had passed and my dear hubby was weary of my random ways, plus he seemed bored. I was concerned, and was thinking of getting a job to be more interesting and helpful, but my kids were still young-would this be the right move for me? I brought my problem to the PSI TECH folks. Someone suggested a TRVer who might do a session for me. He was a single guy, so I quickly offered to send him some homemade cookies before he got to think too much about it, and it was a deal. He did what is called an Optimum Trajectory for me, which is, quite simply, the very best road you can take for yourself.
Wow! There it was, Connie/Optimum Trajectory/next 12 months. Even though my TRV buddy had only two four-digit numbers from me which represented what I wanted to find out, and no other information, his answer was quite clear, complete and contained exactly what I wanted to know. There I was in the sketch: looked like me, same hair and in my favorite coat. My son and daughter standing there on the drawing (I have two kids) and the words "being a Mom" written across the top of the sketch. There was a stove and a pot on the stove, labeled "beef stew". I began to think about all the salads and veggies I served at home, and realized I had become quite a sprouts connoisseur. I then remembered the huge, fragrant pot roasts of my mother-in-law. I cooked myself up a big pot of beef stew and served it that night. The contented sighs of the master of the house and the little darlings too, showed me that I was on the right track. No job for me, Yay! (Let's get some more books in here, and where's my spotted feather collection?)
Then there was that other nice guy, found my missing $280 for me in an old car. (I tend to lose stuff, like $100 bills.) His sketch showed me in a car, in the rain, (it had been raining the last time I drove that old clunker in an emergency). He didn't even need any cookies. He was a new student then, but must be an expert on TRV by now.
PSI TECH then pioneered yet another great first. An online University with structured course material. This was the missing link for me. ADD folks often need a lot of structure. I did really well in the Army because they told me what to wear, where to go, where to put things etc. Since I was granted the usual discount for my previous tape set, I signed up for the course. Just like my martial arts program, I came and went, studied and forgot, got involved with various people dramas and started a couple more small businesses, got an 1811 newspaper, became a major patron of a Rattlesnake Museum, and more. Despite my ADD life of chaos, within the first two weeks I had gotten some good results (hey, that does look like the Golden Gate Bridge!) and I have dawdled my way through the course for the last year.
A few weeks ago, someone said "Hey you, yeah you, lurker in the chat room, do this session" and threw some TRN's at me. Unable to escape, I nervously skulked off to do the session. I somewhat reluctantly sent my data and sketches to the esteemed senior technical remote viewer and …Hey, my stuff looked like his! Yeah! I am so cool! Jump up and down! The results of trving a subject are far superior to a standard psychic approach, both in clarity and of course in repeatability with other remote viewers.
Someone has asked me what I use TRV for now. Well, I use it to find out the nature of the universe, how to right injustice, heal broken hearts (including mine), look into the souls of birds and, since I am older now, see beyond death.
So, how does an ADD person learn the concentration skill of Technical Remote Viewing? Well, very randomly like everything else…You mean I should put those 40 practice sessions in a file somewhere? What's wrong with the couch and the floor? Those sweet pet rats need something to nibble on…..
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