Skunk Man Learns TRV
By Dick Quick
It was the night of November 6th, 2002, when Michael J. Noll, a student at the University of Wisconsin at Eau Claire went missing. He went to the Nasty Habit Saloon down by the waterfront, to celebrate his 22nd birthday. The saloon was a popular stomping ground for the university students on the weekends, and after a night of drinking, Noll left the saloon inebriated and alone. The last person reported to have seen Noll alive was a neighbor whose house the student had wandered into. After he left the neighbor, Noll walked off into the night and was never seen again.
Four months prior to Noll's disappearance, I became a student of PSI TECH's Technical Remote Viewing training course and began learning the skill of TRV. I am the owner of Western Wisconsin Animal Damage Control. My specialty is skunks; removing them safely from peoples' homes and businesses without them spraying or causing harm to me or the property. Yes, people actually pay me to perform this service. It's a strange profession I realize, but I am the best at it in the world, and have been doing it for years. My original desire to learn TRV was to incorporate the skill into my work. After months of practice, I became a competent remote viewer, and am continually amazed at my new found abilities.
When I heard about Noll's disappearance from my own home town, I immediately became concerned. I was certain that I could use my TRV skills to assist. My original plan of using the skill for my own benefit in my career seemed like a minor use in comparison.
I organized a small team of Technical Remote Viewers with the goal of finding Noll's location. In the first session, the data indicated that Mike Noll's body was underwater, by a bridge-like structure, in an area with lots of brush. The viewer also perceived a train or whistle sound at the site. The session further indicated that the target person was near a concrete pillar or pilings.
Two other viewers had similar data, with one producing strong indications of water currents in her sketches. The sessions indicated that he was deceased.
A week passed, and there was still no sign of Mike Noll. Many in my town feared that he was dead. As I continually mulled over the data, carefully looking at the depicted location, it finally dawned on me - I knew the probable location. I quickly dressed and headed for the river.
One hour later, as I stood on the shore of the Chippewa River, I was surprised to see local firemen floating under the bridge on their boats, dipping their snagged hooks into the water, searching for Noll's body. I had not expected anyone to be here, and when I saw Noll's father and mother standing along the river, I felt a deep compassion and sadness for their loss.
I stood on the shore for almost five hours, watching them drag the river, to no avail. All of the data from the sessions pointed to a water location. The bridge, the colors, the textures, the smells and tastes, sounds and dimensions. So where was Michael Noll? As the firemen dragged the river, I noticed that there was bright red tape over a rock near the shore. I asked one of the searchers what it was for. I was told it was where the search dogs had lost Noll's scent, which was why they were at this particular location.
I re-examined the TRV sketches and compared them to the actual site I was standing at. I was certain that the body was under water, but could not be certain that this was the exact spot. However, given that the scent dogs lost Mike's scent at this location, I did not continue to search. In hindsight, that was a major mistake - one that I have learned a valuable lesson from.
They did not find a body on the river. Mike Noll's disappearance would remain a mystery--until recently. On March 25th, Michael's body was found underwater, floating in a small lake approximately five blocks from the river where they had been searching before. The train that followed the river follows the lake as well.
The area of the lake has the same colors, textures, smells, tastes, temperatures, sounds and dimensions as that of the river. The visible surroundings at both locations are similar. I am still amazed how well we had described the target location, but we were unable to pinpoint it exactly during our analysis.
The "bridge like" structure in the sketches was actually a cross way; a link between the island and the mainland. This is the culvert on the crossway going over to the island of Carson Park. A sketched structure that puzzled me when I searched for it at the river location, was actually the Half Moon Lake Apartments. A second structure indicated in the data was the pavilion along the north side of the lake.
There is a very large slab of concrete that fishermen fish off of right in front of the pavilion. The Stage 4 data in my session included "concrete, cement, sewer, culvert." I am now amazed at how the data matched.
But even though the sketches did actually show the lake location, in my original ground search I stopped at the spot of the river after learning that the dogs indicated that they had lost the scent. I mistakenly allowed that development to end my search, and throw me off. The sketches showed the final destination, but I trusted the dogs' noses more than our own data. And so my search ended as abruptly as that of the dogs. This is something I will not allow to happen again.
Everything I needed to solve the mystery was in the TRV data all along but I did not look in ALL the places in my town that had the same descriptions. The valuable lesson that I came to realize was similar to the TRV data and events that occurred with the Elizabeth Smart case; just because the search dogs' scent ends up in one location, it doesn't mean that's the end of the trail. Separating the analysis from the ground search teams and taking into account all of the TRV data is vital.
I've learned to trust my data. If a target is remote viewed properly, the sessions will deliver up all the data a viewer needs to put together the puzzle. It is then through careful analysis and perseverance that the viewer solves the mystery.
I just got a call from a frantic lady with a skunk on her deck. Best put down my TRV pen for now. Duty calls.
