The Gift Of New Eyes
By Kimberly Snow
There have been times in my life where something so extraordinary happens that I am changed forever. These moments in my past are frozen in time, like stop-motion pictures, each memorable frame hung in my mind with such clarity that I can recall them still as if I were there.
Some of them are seemingly simple events. I am five years old. I walk through a foggy Pacific Grove cemetery on my way home from first grade, stop to pluck flowers from a fresh grave, to give to my mother. It has become my ritual. I leap atop a giant granite boulder, survey the stoic headstones, and for an instant feel a flicker of understanding, the understanding of death. Being too young to process that information, I instead feel it as fear. I am about to spring from the boulder and race home when I see her break through the fog. She is big, stands five feet high, a dun-colored doe. And from out behind her steps her newborn fawn, legs still unsure, who looks at me through wet black eyes. In the presence of new life my fear abandons me.
Some moments are deeply profound. I am a girl of thirteen. I have just come out of the bright heat into the earthy cool of a dark cathedral in Pisa, Italy. A thousand candles flicker in alcoves, and the only sound besides my breath is the occasional hushed echo of a tourist. I clutch a small see-through plastic coin purse filled with Lire to my chest, and leave my father's side to wander to the end, where a crucified man hangs bleeding. But I do not see him. My eyes are turned up to the domed ceiling where a million mosaics, no bigger than a postage stamp, have been inlayed. Luminescent gold, sapphire blue, amber, emerald green. It is a mosaic of a man I have heard about before. Sitting down with his flowing robes draped around him, his image fills up the dome, his eyes so deep I am lost in them. My heart suddenly feels as if it will burst, as though it is too small to contain what I am witnessing. He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen and my eyes well with tears at the sight of him. In a church in Pisa, at thirteen years of age, I feel God for the first time.
And then there were moments that set my life on another path from which there was no going back. I am now thirty. I have been in labor for a day and a night. My eyes closed, I feel the darkness that is pain as it manifests itself in waves beneath my lids. Feeling as if I am turned inside out, I cling to some part of me that usually lies dormant to my conscious self, a part so deep that I am certain it is the soul. Another wave passes and I am gone, in some place not in the bed, a place far more sacred, where it is just my baby and I, twisting and pulling and pushing in the dance of childbirth. Time becomes fathomless, meaningless, for it is no longer measure in seconds, but in action. And then he comes forth into the world and I am back in the room, holding in my arms the human being I had carried for nine months in my womb. I am no longer who I was before. I am a mother. And I have learned that we are both real, and unreal.
Five years ago, another event happened to me that not only altered my life path and expanded my horizons but changed my life in such a profound way that, like those moments in my past, changed the very fabric of who I am. I found Technical Remote Viewing.
It started with a book about remote viewing that my father gave me to read. I had never heard of it before, but he and I shared interests in areas such as science, religion, mythology and metaphysics, and so I was naturally curious. Like father like daughter, we possessed a zest for knowledge, and our lives seemed to be a perpetual search for the truth and understanding about the universe and our place in it. I read the book in one day, and he then showed me radio transcripts of quest speakers who had talked about the history of remote viewing, and about a company called PSI TECH that had ushered TRV out of the military and into the public sector.
It wasn't long before my husband and I ordered the TRV video training course and decided to try it out for ourselves. When the course arrived, we anxiously opened it and began. Following the structure, with nothing put a pen in hand and a sheet of paper, I did my first blind session. Not knowing what the target was, I drew a tall white object high up on horizontal land, with long vertical lines that stretched down from the edge of the land to the blue water. I wrote descriptions of salty, cold and fresh. On top of the tall white man made object I drew a triangle with diagonal lines come out of it. It was time to see the cue. I anxiously opened the envelope and stared at the picture. It was a lone lighthouse on an austere cliff overlooking the sea.
It was a moment I will never forget. Some would say, "Big deal, it's a lighthouse." But the target could have been anything. Any person. Any place on earth, or off earth. And event--an assassination, a concert, a war, a wedding, an inauguration. It could have been the Eiffel tower or the Golden Gate Bridge. The Siberian desert. The odds that I drew a lighthouse and accurately perceived the raw data at the target site are probably a billion to one.
The very notion sent adrenaline coursing through my veins. My paradigms were shattered, and in one session my view of reality was forever altered.
So how has TRV effected my life? In several ways. The first effect is that it has verified my faith. I have long believed in a higher intelligence (with the exception of that ridiculous junior year in highschool when I thought I was an atheist and wanted to be a mercenary like Christopher Walken in the Dogs of War). And I had always believed deep down inside that there was some universal plan. But the more I read, the less I seemed to know. Through TRV I began to understand what that plan is. I learned about Angels and their guidance, their role in the events of mankind. Through TRVing religious targets, I was able to verify the resurrection, and to finally know for sure that there is a God, an intelligent creator in the universe. And not just to believe it, but to actually KNOW it.
Another effect is the peace of mind it has brought me. In TRVing life after death, I was able to glimpse beyond the veil and know that something awaits us--that we do not simply snuff out at death, and that loved ones who I have lost, including my own mother, have gone to a place that we can only dream of going to one day. It has given me hope, something to strive for, a reason to be. I have some idea now what our roles are here, what the secret is, and I no longer fear my earthly end.
Still another effect has been the extreme satisfaction of knowing that any question I ask can be answered by the powers of my own mind. Now when I find myself asking, "What was that? Why did that happen? How does that work? What did that mean?" I have the tool to find the answers.
Another significant effect of TRV in my life is that it is a tool that has empowered me. People maintain power in several ways, but perhaps one of the most effective ways is by keeping secrets--coveting knowledge. Governments depend on it. Whole centuries of people have been kept ignorant because of it. It was perhaps the greatest weapon of the church in the dark ages. Corporations know how to utilize it to make millions in profits. But with TRV, no one can hold a secret from me. No doors can shut me out. No ill intentions can be hidden. No social order, religious power, no government affiliation or elite association can keep knowledge from me. And with that tool comes freedom.
TRV has also effected my life in a simpler way--it has brought me in touch with other like-minded people who share that same zest for life and learning that I do. Students of TRV are international and diverse, generally open-minded and able to adjust to new paradigms that invariably replace the old ones with this skill. Dane Spotts, CEO of PSI TECH once said it takes a new mind to see a new world. The people I have met through PSI TECH's online forums are individuals I have remained in contact with throughout my years as a student. I have found them to be intelligent and conscious, and have come to consider them my friends.
Finally, the most profound effect that TRV has had on my life is the realization that we are all interconnected. Every action, every thought, every feeling I feel is recorded in the Matrix, or what Carl Jung called the collective unconscious, of which we are all a part. We are constantly effecting its dynamic nature. I have learned that what I do literally effects everyone else. Ultimately, this may be the only way for mankind to evolve. If everyone knew that what they do has an effect on everyone else, including the ones they care about, would they be so quick to cause harm? If everyone knew that their thoughts and actions were constantly being recorded into an open library that anyone could access, how do you think they might change?
Through TRV I have learned that we are special creatures with enormous potential. From the use of this mind technology, I have been given new hope. I have been shown that there is a reason to fight for our survival. There is cause to be proud of what we can become. We are not alone. We share this universe with others who want us to succeed. Who want us to evolve and are looking out for us. I have gained the humility that comes from finding out we are mere infants in a vast universe more wondrous and more complicated than I could have ever imagined.
In this universe a plan is unfolding. A plan that we play an integral part in. Through TRV I have been given the ability to pull back the veil and see beyond to a universe that before I only caught glimpses of in those rare remarkable moments: In the eyes of the new fawn. In the eyes of the Jesus on the dome of the cathedral. In the eyes of my newborn son taking in the world for the very first time. Through Technical Remote Viewing, I have been given new eyes from which to see a new world.
TRV Contest Target Revealed
By Jeff Lucas
February 14, 2003
Due to the popularity of our first contest held in December of 2001, last November we announced our long awaited 2nd TRV Contest. Each contestant was required to work a single blind target (receiving only eight random Target Reference Numbers which were assigned to the target) and then follow the TRV protocols and submit the sessions to us.
We would like to thank everyone who took the time to participate. The response was overwhelming and we are happy to note that twice the number of students entered this year. We received many excellent sessions this time, making the competition very close. In the end, we were able to narrow it down to one, and the winning session will be announced next week in the Matrix Newsletter. The winner will be awarded a TRV University scholarship.
The contest target cue can be seen below, along with the actual photograph which was placed inside of the target folder.
Target Cue: The Queen Mother's Funeral Service at Westminster Abbey / April 9, 2002
Happy Valentine's Day from PSI TECH! And remember to read the next issue of The Matrix (to be released next Friday) to see the winning session!
