It happened on my second trip to Japan with a group of doctors and nurses interested in Johrei, The Medical Art of Japan. I pulled a book randomly from a large book case and turned to a random page. It was about something I was not familiar with, the art of remote viewing.

I consider what follows to be a remarkable series of events in my spiritual evolution. As far as "being tested" and "doors being opened," what I am about to tell you is almost beyond belief. Nevertheless, I assure you that everything is true. The events that follow, allowed me to obtain the tools necessary for contacting the unseen spirit world. These strange and somewhat mystical occurrences began during my second trip to Japan in 1995. This excursion involved a large contingency of doctors and ancillary medical personnel who had developed a common interest in Jorei, the Medical Art of Japan.

During the mid-portion of our trip, the group of physicians and nurses was assembled outside a large Faraday cage in the research building's annex.¹ Within the cage sat the subject, with a full array of EEG electrodes attached to his scalp. An electrode cap, which did not limit his movements within the large copper-wire shielded cage, was used for the connection. Through a shielded-glass viewing window, he could be seen resting in a large reclining chair. The EEG recording gear was outside the cage, and as we watched the brain-wave tracings on the machine, one of the physicians, my friend Dr. Rosenthal, suggested that the assembled group direct Jorei into the cage toward the subject and observe if there was any effect on the EEG recording. I had little interest in the particular happening and excused myself to the adjoining conference room to wait for the next scheduled event: a meeting of the physicians from America and the Japanese Jorei

researchers. We planned to develop an exchange of ideas regarding Jorei and how to continue scientific investigation into its mechanism of action.

The large room with the oval conference table was empty, save for me. I remembered this room from my first trip. It was full of interesting texts on subjects ranging from philosophy to metaphysics. I took a seat, with my back to the immense wall-to-wall bookcase. Without looking behind me, I reached back and extracted a volume from the shelf, placing it in front of me on the table. I then inserted my right index finger to a random page and opened the book. I had selected the first page of an article entitled: Remote Viewing: Stanford Research Institute and the United States Army.

I had a good thirty minutes before the others would arrive, and I read the article with interest. In the 1970's, the U.S. Army became extremely interested in what they called "Russian psychic spies." Not wanting to lag behind in this element of the Cold War, the Army assigned a sum of twenty-five million dollars to the project and asked the Stanford Research Institute, in Menlo Park, California (SRI), to put its best minds on the problem of how remote viewing was accomplished and how to teach officers and enlisted personnel the techniques of remote viewing. Reports were that the Russians had learned how to train members of their military force to become psychic spies. If the American Army could learn how to do this and develop clandestine techniques to locate Russian nuclear missile installations, then they might have equal footing with the cold war enemy.² In 1972, physicist and previous Naval Intelligence Officer Hal Puthoff, was working

at SRI on a laser research project. He experienced a chance encounter with noted psychic Ingo Swann, and the pair eventually received a request from the CIA to launch an investigation into "coordinate remote viewing." The paper reproduced in the textbook that I had selected, described coordinate remote viewing (CRV) and SRI's efforts to help establish a military training program to teach it.

To remote view in this manner, a trained "viewer" and a trained "monitor" (a person responsible for guiding the session), are seated quietly in a spartan room with pen and paper at hand. The viewer is given two four-digit numbers representing geodesic coordinates, such as: 2118 and 1575. These numbers (actually coordinates: e.g. 21° 18' N and 157° 51' W for latitude and longitude) are called out to the viewer and immediately after the viewer jots them down on a sheet of blank paper, his hand makes a quick and nearly instantaneous squiggly mark on the paper. This was felt to be a response of the autonomic nervous system, and when that mark is decoded by a series of well-defined analytic procedures, the information requested about the target could be extracted. The numbers, which represented coordinates of the target's location, were also used to identify the target for record keeping. The actual description of the target was kept in a sealed folder on the table. As an example, during the decoding of the above numbers, the viewer might begin to sketch a combination of "man-made objects" and " a natural liquid object" and after working step-by-step for a half hour or so, may eventually draw and describe "Large block-like, windowed structures, separated from a vast span of pure blue-appearing warm fluid, containing humans and other life forms, by a large span of small powder-like granules of a silica-like compound, warm to the touch, with the sensations and feelings at the target site being those of peace, contentment and happiness." The session could then be stopped and the viewer asked to summarize his or her visual experience, which perhaps would be that of a large city on an oceanfront. As it turns out, the coordinates I used in this example are those for Honolulu, Hawaii.

I found the article I was reading to be quite interesting. It described attempts to locate missile silos in the Soviet Union and the U.S. Army's attempts to keep up with the psychic spy game.

I looked up as my friend and psychologist, Dr. Don Von Elsner, entered the room.

"Hey Don," I said. "Here is something that may interest you," With that, I slid the book across the table to him where he had taken a seat opposite me. As he began to read, the other physicians and nurses filled the room and the meeting soon began. While the Japanese scientists described the various research projects at the institute, I noticed that Don's eyes were glued to the book, and it appeared that he was reading the remote viewing paper for the second time. At the conclusion of the meeting, he approached me.

"Why Jack," he remarked, "I have never heard of this. It sounds intriguing and you know what?" he looked around self consciously, and after ascertaining that we were out of earshot of the other physicians, he continued, "I'll bet we can use this to play the stock market."

Don was also a published author of mystery books and a self-proclaimed stock market analyst. I had known of his penchant for playing the market, but I had no idea how remote viewing could be used in this regard.

One week after my return from Japan, I sat down on the couch to watch TV. For some inexplicable reason, I popped a new blank tape into the VCR and grabbed the remote. I turned on the set and lo and behold, it was the beginning of a program called The Real X-Files. I hit the record button and sat back to see a fascinating program. The documentary discussed the U.S. Army and its remote viewing (RV) program. Jim Schnable told the history of RV, as he investigated the world of psychic phenomena. Jim was preparing for the book that he later published, Remote Viewers: The Secret History of America's Psychic Spies.³

Talk about cunning coincidence and strange serendipity; the program was exactly what I needed to see. It explained remote viewing from its inception with SRI, to the recent formation of a training program in "Technical Remote Viewing," by Major Ed Dames, former Operations and Training officer of The Defense Intelligence agency's remote viewing unit. Dames is described in the presentation, as having recently formed a corporation with Ms. Joni Dourif. They would teach remote viewing to the public, for a fee. The last scene shown in the program, was the blonde Major Ed Dames, strolling down a Beverly Hills street, wearing a black blazer and sunglasses. Little did I know, that within six months, I would be seated at a table facing Ed, both of us wearing black blazers. Studio lights and video cameras quietly photographed Ed's as he said, "Are you ready doctor?" We began a simple remote viewing session for a series of training tapes, which Ed's company (Psi Tech^TM) eventually produced and sold on the Internet. How ironic, that soon after I stumbled upon the concept of remote viewing, a show that described it in considerable detail was shown on TV, and coincidentally, I had a blank tape set and prepared to record it. Am I paying too much attention to what some might consider mere coincidence, or was I "programmed" to experience this non-coincidental event by some outside force?

Let me continue:

The following week my friend, O.B. Buckner, a local weatherman, phoned my office just after the security service called, to inform me that my home alarm had been triggered in response to a rear sliding-glass door being opened. Recently, I had experienced trouble with that particular door after my friend Tom, snapped the inside latch by mistake in his eagerness to reach the hot tub. On occasion, the door would come ajar and trigger the alarm. I requested the service to ask the police to take a look around, as I was too busy in the office to attend to it.

"Hey Jack," said the pleasant voice of O.B. on the phone, "are you having a break in at your house?"

"Why not exactly, just a latch problem. Tell me O.B., how the hell did you know about it?"

"I heard it on my CB radio," he said.

"Well, I appreciate your concern, but everything's fine. The police are checking it out now."

"That's good," O.B. continued. "Tell me something else?"

"Sure," I replied. "What?"

"What do you know about remote viewing?"

Well, to say that I was surprised by O.B.'s question would be an understatement. There seemed to be an awareness and curiosity about what I discovered only several weeks ago while in Japan!

"Well, it turns out that I know a little bit about it," I explained. I went on to relate to O.B. the story of what had transpired that auspicious day, in the Japanese conference room.

"I have one favor to ask you," interrupted O.B. "I want to drop off a tape and ask that you to play it just before you go to sleep. Also, I need your promise to return the tape."

"I will bet he's talking about the TV program," I thought, but rather than my acknowledging that I already had viewed the show, I said, "Sure O.B., drop it off sometime at my office."

"Right on," he said. "You'll be astounded."

The package from O.B. arrived later that day and I took it home. That evening I opened the box, expecting to see a videotape, but instead there were six audiotapes from the "Art Bell Show "regarding an interview with Emory University's Dr. Courtney Brown, on remote viewing.⁴

That night, I did as O.B. requested. I started the first tape as I drifted off to sleep. In the morning, I awoke after a troubled night of intermittent sleep, mingled with the voices of Bell and Brown. I recalled snippets of information from the tapes, in particular a segment that spoke of one's ability to "access the inventor's library," a place where information about every device invented by man, past, present and future is recorded. I vaguely remembered other segments that spoke of "mental transportation," via remote viewing, to places far off in time and space. The information on the tape was startling! I planned to

listen more carefully to the tapes later during the day. Again, I began to wonder about the "coincidences" that seemed to draw me into this newly discovered world of remote viewers. I was more than astounded, as O.B. had guaranteed. I was flabbergasted. I commenced a diligent and thorough search on the Internet, for articles pertaining to RV. I read all that I could about Ingo Swann and digested his Internet publications on the subject. I studied Joe MacMoneagle's book, Mind Trek, and a wide assortment of other articles describing remote viewing. ⁵

I was so fascinated by the subject, that after three months of research, I decided to enroll in Dr. Brown's training course (held in Atlanta, GA), duly sending my deposit fee to assure a spot. The ten-day course would teach Dr. Brown's method of "Scientific Remote Viewing." Brown modified his recently acquired remote-viewing technique, thus making it vastly different from the approach taught him by Ed Dames. During my Internet search attempt to locate Major Dames, I learned only that he and his vice president Joni Dourif, loved Hawaii, but no address information (email or postal) resulted from my search. Subsequently, on Dr. Courtney Brown's Internet chat site (Farsight Institute), I met people who would later become my life-long friends.

Of the many friendships that I formed on this chat site, a few were of particular importance: Martin Simmonds, aka "SETH"; Gail, aka "RED"; and Dee, aka "WOLF." I was known as simply "T." Our chat group enjoyed discussing remote viewing and we

anticipated exploring the world of RV and learning more on how to put our minds in touch with the "collective unconscious" described by Jung.⁶ Then it happened. As we were chatting one night, SETH typed:

"If a bird, was sitting on the limb of a tree, and decided to fly away, would the bird fly up, down or horizontally off the limb?"

I thought about it and wondered why my friend Martin has posited such a question. I prepared for the joke that was sure to follow. Before I could reply, I noted the sudden appearance of "FOX" on the screen with the response: "Oh, that is known as "alternative remote viewing" or ARV. It is a way of trying to play the stock market."

I had immediate flashes on Don's commentary about the market and remote viewing.

"Who are you?" I typed in response.

FOX: Oh, I work for Ed Dames at Psi Tech^TM.

T: What do you do?

FOX: I help take care of the computers.

T: Where?

FOX: At our office in Beverly Hills.

SETH: Will ARV work for the stock market?

FOX: No, we have had no success with such things.

I am always leery about unknown and unfamiliar people on the Internet and I didn't trust this "FOX." I decide to test him.

T: What do you know about Indigo Duck or some psychic with that name?

I have offered the bait, to the interloper FOX!

FOX: No, No, not Indigo Duck, his name is Ingo Swann. He is our friend and we have worked closely with him.

T: Hmmm, is that so? In addition, could you explain Jung's theory?

FOX: Of course! We call the collective unconscious, the "Matrix." There, when properly trained in Technical Remote Viewing (TRV), you can obtain information about any target, be it in the past, the present or the future. There are a series of well worked-out steps that must be followed.

T: Interesting, and you work for Major Dames?

FOX: Yes, he and his wife really love Hawaii. I have been watching your conversation with SETH and I see that you live in Hilo?

T: Well, yes. Also, I have a country cottage on the Hamakua coast. If Ed truly loves Hawaii, I could make the cottage available to him as I only use it on weekends. He may find the waterfall and the valley relaxing and conducive to remote viewing.

I think it was my generous offer of the country house that prompted FOX to eventually explain that she was in reality, Joni Dourif, Vice President of Psi Tech^TM, a company she founded with Major Dames to teach remote viewing. This was incredible. As the next few weeks passed, things changed radically. Joni and Ed accepted me into their busy schedule as a trainee, and I promptly cancelled my position with Dr. Brown. I also made a trade for part of the TRV tuition: I would allow them to use my recording studio to make an introductory tape on remote viewing.⁷

Now I was feeling lucky. To be trained by Ed Dames, who had trained Dr. Courtney Brown! There is truth in the adage common amongst educators that: "The fruit does not fall far from the tree." My direct affiliation with Dames would put me much closer to the tree that produced the fruit that I was about to consume.

Two months later, during the winter of 1994, training began in my recording studio. The painting of the black lion with the red eyes seemed to preside over the sessions, just as it had overseen Gary's music. It was the perfect spot in which to experience such enigmatic events as RV, but would the fact that I had designed the room to look like a spaceship's interior, lead to the involvement of ET's into the remote viewing sessions? Would it be imagination creeping in or would it be aliens doing the creeping? Well, I was about to find out very soon.

The first day involved Ms. Dourif, a clinical psychologist by trade, giving introductory lessons into the theory and application of the science of technical remote viewing (TRV). Her talk was technical, yet was a rehash of the literature for me, as I had spent the preceding months in the deep study of remote viewing. I had satisfied myself that remote viewing actually worked, and now I was about to experience it for myself.

Remote viewing instruction can be condensed into a straightforward package. The psychologist Carl Jung championed the existence of a "collective unconsciousness," where all the thoughts, ideas, constructions and details about this planet and perhaps the entire universe, were stored. The storage location was in a cyberspace or similar dimension, or as Dr. Brown called it, "subspace"; Psi Tech^TM called it the "matrix." Information contained in the matrix was unbounded by time, past present and future.

These concepts were not out of line for me to accept. As a physicist, I have long thought that all objects in the universe, animate and inanimate, exist as a waveform throughout time and space. The same should hold true with respect to thoughts and ideas. This is certainly not a new idea; Rupert Sheldrake wrote an outstanding book about it (The Presence of the Past). Over the past three decades, the art (or science) of remote viewing had been perfected. Ed had decided to make this once-classified information available to the public. This is how it works in principle:

Two random, but unique four-digit numbers are assigned to each target, a subject about which information was being requested. A monitor may be present, to observe and keep the viewer in structure: to insure that the viewer carefully follows the steps, worked out by Puthoff et al, to produce a successful session. Only the two random four-digit numbers are given to the viewer to begin the session, no further information will be given about the target. The viewer requires only a pen and a supply of blank white paper, and begins the session by writing down the two four-digit numbers as the monitor calls them out. Then the most important element of the session will follow within a fraction of a second. The viewer makes an involuntary mark or squiggle adjacent to the numbers. This would be an autonomic response, felt to be the first "burst transmission" from the matrix, which in essence, contains all of the information about the target.

By slowly deciphering this scribble, using the method developed by SRI and the Army, one can gradually hone in on the target, with an accuracy reported to be as high as eighty-five percent (as good as any natural psychic). However, in order to achieve this degree of accuracy, strict adherence to a series of up to two hundred steps is required of TRV viewers. If these stringent conditions are not met, the mind's imagination may creep in and contaminate the session. The monitor's responsibility is to closely observe the session and keep things on track. The viewer eventually reaches a state of "bilocation, being mentally at the target site, but at the same time aware that his or her physical body is in the room with the monitor.

I thought it interesting that Paul Twichell had originally used the word bilocation to describe astral soul traveling. Could remote viewing be a modified form of astral projection? I wondered about that at the start of my instruction.

During the two weeks of intense training, I experienced many strange goings-on. My mind was sent from Easter Island; to the boisterous and action-packed floor of the New York City Stock Exchange; to the Cydonia region of Mars and beyond. It was a phenomenal experience. The training period concluded with the making of the introductory videotape on remote viewing. That was simple fare; the target was Lake Tanganyika in Africa, a somewhat polluted body of water. I nailed it in ten minutes, as the video cameras recorded each step in the process. It was the following session, which was to eventually become a significant episode in my life:

. . .

Ed and I are seated at the table, the lights in the studio are now very dim and, I am prepared to run a session as the viewer.

"Are you ready?" asks Major Dames.

"Yes," I say, and also I give an affirmative nod of my head.

Ed, seated directly across from me, slowly calls out two four-digit numbers, which I record on the top sheet of a stack of blank paper. I am vaguely aware of the soft glow of the indirect lighting in the recording studio and a barely noticeable hum from the plasma art sculpture. The marble-topped table feels cool to the touch. I focus on the paper and as I write the final digit, suddenly, and involuntarily, I make a scribble with the pen. I began the decoding process, extracting information from the curvilinear mark, according to protocol: The mark curves down, then diagonally up to the right and then sweeps sharply back to the left. I touch it with the point of the pen and declare, "structure, man-made." I begin to "download" information about the size, shape, texture and color of the target. I perceive "emotions of awe and incredulity" at the target site. I now draw an initial sketch of the target, using a free-hand style that seems to flow from within me and requires no concentration on my part. I do several "movements" under Ed's guidance, and I produce additional drawings. I label key areas of these drawings, and I construct a table of rows and columns indicating colors, temperatures, shapes, emotions, motion and textures present after the change in perspective, caused by the movement command. I finish with a detailed drawing of a "device" of some sort, with two individuals standing by its side.

"This is the "target person," I say and label one of the figure-like drawings, with the letter "T," for "target person." Another movement exercise follows:

"From a position one meter above the center of the device, you see . . ." commands the Major.

My hand produces another quick motion and resultant curve on the paper. More "download" from the collective unconscious follows. I set about the deciphering task and soon produce a drawing that resembles a "flame or fire" of some nature, with a connection to a "large rounded object, which fits into a hemispherical shell." I describe the "precise fit of two dissimilar metals" and below this contraption, a heat source: the flame. The purpose, I declare, is to generate power electrical power.

As the session winds into the deeper and final stages, I ascertain that the function and purpose of this device, is to track a "certain object (a planet of some sort), through our galaxy and at the optimum time, establish communication using this "energy source." At this point, Major Dames terminates the exercise. We conclude the session, and I mark down the time on my pad. Session complete. I take a minute to stand up and stretch, let my mind clear then return to the table to review my work.

"Would you like to see the target?" he asks.

"Of course," I say, and I reach for the envelope. I open it in anticipation, hardly expecting to find the astounding information it contains. The manila folder, inside the opaque gray envelope, is empty! I expected a picture of the target. On the tab is written: "Optimal Trajectory for Dr. John Turner."

"Optimal Trajectory," Ed explains, "is the condition or event, which would give a person the most happiness in life."

Now free from the effects and fog of bilocution, I review the session and the drawings. It clearly shows two individuals in front of some sort of electromechanical device, and the inner works of this device contain elements of heat, metal and a variety of electronic gear. Oddly, there appears to be a view screen on which two objects are shown, and one is being "tracked," so to speak, in time and space. I think it is interesting but very strange. Clearly, this was some sort of science fiction?

"Now," says Ed quizzically, "I wonder just who this second person is with you?"

"Good question," I respond.

"Time for a drink?" inquires Ed.

"Exactly," I say. We leave the studio.

. . .

I was not sure what to make of all of this until two years later, when elements of this remote viewing session began to materialize. As if on signal in a stage play, a man named Max appeared in a most intriguing fashion:

After two divorces and now going through the throes of a third marriage and divorce, I had resigned myself to the fact, that neurosurgery was, as professor Hunt often remarked, "A jealous mistress." Being on call twenty-four hours a day, having to cancel many planned family events and spending long days, and sometimes nights, in the operating room, had taken their toll on marital relationships. My wife at the time, decided that she had enough of my absences, lack of attention paid to her and the baby (our daughter was then three years old), and she made a firm declaration to file for divorce resume her education. Regarding the question of custody of our small daughter, I was left little choice: the baby would go with my departing wife. In the aftermath of this latest divorce debacle, I decided that I would move, lock, stock and barrel, to the West Coast of Africa. The Republic of Ghana had only two neurosurgeons for a population of 20 million, and one of the surgeons was uncle to my friend Mohammed. This was my chance to be of even greater service to humanity. I would become the third neurosurgeon in Ghana.

I began to firm up my plans for the Ghana move. My friend Mohammed offered to come to Hilo, assist with the move. After his arrival, he also spent many hours on the Internet, searching for new and efficient ways of producing electrical power, as fifty percent of Africans do not have access to electricity. As an engineer, I found the challenge of bringing affordable power to Africa, an intriguing scheme. In addition to my involvement as a neurosurgeon, I anticipated allowing myself time to perform scientific research in engineering and other fields. I busied myself with pressing legal matters, while Mohammed independently surfed the Internet and came up with many ideas for electric power generation, from photovoltaic cells to Strontium 90 -a nuclear reactor byproduct that emits radiation and, if molded into glass bricks, will produce heat for twenty years. However, I was uncertain how to put this heat to advantage. In addition, the concept of using radioactive materials in a third-world country left me feeling uneasy. There should be a better, less risky alternative solution. It was swiftly delivered to us.

On a picture-perfect day, Mohammed and I visited our friend Lehua. She had taken an interest in our project for Africa and had invited us to her estate for morning brunch. Lehua had a sizeable fortune and wanted to apply her agricultural interests in foreign countries. As we sat on her balcony chatting, a car pulled into the circular driveway and stopped at the front entrance. A cheerful elderly man exited the car. He was wearing a white suit and a white-brimmed hat to match. I blinked hard in noticing the resemblance of this stranger to the famous "chicken colonel" depicted on billboards across the landscape of America: a Colonel Sanders look-alike: His name was Max Goldberger.

"Hello Max!" Lehua called to the approaching stranger, with a vigorous wave of her hand. "Join us," she said, motioning him to come up.

I heeded the footsteps of the large man as he came up the stairs. He stepped onto the balcony, wheezing slightly with the effort of climbing two flights of stairs, removed his hat and took an empty chair.

"Whew," he said with an exhalation," Hot day, isn't it?"

"Max," said Lehua, "Here, is Dr. Turner."

Max, wiping the sweat from his brow with his left hand, extended his right hand in my direction. He started to stand but I waved him back into his chair.

"Pleased to meet you Max," I responded with a firm handshake.

"The pleasure is mine," replied Max. "I have been hoping to meet you for some time doctor, and Lehua was kind to arrange for us to meet. I am aware of your plans to move to Africa, and I want you to know that I love Africa. I spent many years in Ghana."

Max shifted in his seat and reached into his jacket pocket.

"I have something for you doctor, a gift for you to take on your journey to Africa."

He withdrew a small rectangular plate, about the size of a business card. Two insulated wires extended from the short edge. I took the plate from him and examined it carefully. It was a sandwich of a grey metallic material and silvery metal of unrecognizable composition. Wires extended from the center section, one red and one black. I looked up at Max with a baffled expression.

"A gift you say, but ... what is it for?"

"This," responded Max, "is a precise fit of two dissimilar metals. When heated, it produces power, -electricity."

I felt the shock of dé·jà vu! For an instant, I felt as if I were back in the studio, running my optimal trajectory.

"Ah, a thermocouple then," I said.

"Yes indeed doctor, but a special thermocouple. You may not know this," he continued, "but I am quite the inventor. I hold several patents on fuel cells and explosives. But this," he gestured to the device in my hand, "is quite exceptional because of its efficiency. It requires very little heat from any heat source to produce considerable amounts of direct current. You name it: solar, wood or charcoal fire, whatever."

"Interesting," I said. "We had considered using strontium -90 in some fashion, but its potential value to terrorists made us abandon the plan."

"Ah ha!" exclaimed Max as he jumped to his feet. He pointed a knobby index finger at me. "You are not the only one, I too, had considered that strontium isotope as a heat source, imbedded in glass or ceramic and covered with a bank of my new thermocouples. It could produce Scott-free energy for at least its half-life of twenty years."

"Well, Max," I enthused. What about other sources of heat?"

"Ghana has an abundance of bauxite, does it not?" he asked.

"Sure, tremendous amounts of aluminum ore, but how can that be of value?"

"Don't you see?" said Max. "With such a generous supply of bauxite, aluminum could be manufactured in great quantities. As a first-rate conductor of heat, aluminum would is the perfect material to use. We could construct aluminum radiators, with strategically placed thermocouples on the surface. Then, by flowing heated water or oil through the system," he took out a small sketch pad and a pencil and began to quickly draw, "when we heat the fluid using strontium-90, solar energy or even dung fires, there will be enough electricity produced to light a few lights and power a radio or television. Think of it man, power to Africa at a minimal cost! I have a small model, a one-kilowatt device that I will sell to you. Take it along as a start."

Amazing! Had the Optimal Trajectory session come to fruition? Was this to be my associate to work with us on a "device to produce energy from heat"?

"I want to go back to Africa doctor," said Max. "I want to come with you on this venture. This may be my last chance to be a boon to humanity. I want to take that chance. You concentrate on neurosurgery; Mohammed and I will do the footwork. We only need your brains for technical scientific advice."

Things were indeed looking up. Max had literally given me his latest development, a variation of the familiar thermocouple, but with a twist. It was more efficient then comparable devices in producing electrical current when heated. I was ecstatic, delighted beyond belief. However, I could not have imagined the events about to take place. I soon discovered that my plans to live in Africa and to be of service on the Dark Continent through medicine, surgery and engineering, would be thwarted. I never made it to Africa, never experienced the opportunity save lives, provide power (which would give women a light to read by) or to find my roots. Hawaii had other plans for me. I was needed here to put what I had learned of the spiritual world, into the practice of saving lives and treating disease. I had more experiences to learn from and other mystical events from the spiritual world to experience. I would begin to see the master plan, the "chart" written for me, unfold in a most spectacular manner. I had suspected that the plan was drafted in the spiritual world. Not only would that now be confirmed, I would be privy to its author.

1 The name given to a room that shields its inside, from electric fields generated by static electricity. Usually, a complete conductive shell collects stray charges and because like charges repel, stores them on the outside surface (where they can be further apart, than on the inside). The electric fields generated by these charges, then cancel each other, out on the inside of the cage. http://www.mos.org/sln/toe/glossary.html.

2 For an excellent description of SRI (now known as SRI International) and the CIA, see: http://www.biomindsuperpowers.com/Pages/CIA-InitiatedRV.html. Also, see Targ, Russell and Harold E. Puthoff, 1977. Mind-Reach: Scientists Look at Psychic Ability. London: Jonathan Cape.

3 http://www.disinfo.com/pages/dossier/id108/pg1/.

4 Major Ed Dames trained Dr. Brown in Technical Remote Viewing (TRV). Subsequently, Brown formed a training center, which utilized his own method of remote viewing (which he called Scientific Remote Viewing), and wrote the book: Cosmic Voyages: A Scientific Discovery of Extraterrestrials Visiting Earth. http://www.emory.edu/EMORY_REPORT/erarchive/1996/September/ERsept.9/9_9_96first_person.html. At the present time, there is a plethora of Remote Viewing training schools, seeking students.

5 Joe MacMoneagle, is an outstanding remote viewer. When I read his book, Mind Trek, I became incredulous, when Mr. MacMoneagle was given the coordinates for the "Cydonia region of Mars," and he described a collection of large "pyramidal objects," providing shelter for "Martians," a safe haven away from the raging windstorms on Mars. Those of you, who are familiar with Richard Hoagland's theory of Pyramids on Mars, will see the connection. Later, during my training, I was given a small portion of a Cydonia crater rim for a target, with quite an outstanding remote viewing session as the result. The interested reader will benefit from Mr. MacMoneagle site: http://www.mceagle.com/remote-viewing/.

For more on Cydonia, and information about The Face on Mars, I direct I direct you to: http://www.enterprisemission.com/hoagland.html.

6 http://www.lcc.ctc.edu/faculty/dmccarthy/engl204/seven-lecture.htm

7 For additional information on PSI TECH International and the training tapes, see:

http://www.psitech.net/trvbasictrainingcourse.htm.