Aeons ago, as a precocious teen, I wrapped myself in a non-assuming, spontaneously gibberish name and ventured out into the weird world of computer bulletin board systems to find strange and wonderful companions, with whom to discuss and enjoy life, love, mind, spirituality, science — or to just watch a dumb movie, go bowling, and eat Chex Mix.
Having approached the meridian of my life, and being a responsible adult, I’d found myself missing the fun, freedom, and companionship I’d ignored on the path to respectability and productivity. It was time to seek wonder, for a change.
The little-known mantle…
Boop. The two ladies rifle through loose papers and converse in Spanish, trying to discern what the heck kind of vegetable I have brought to their register. Solving my masterful puzzle requires so much concentration that they can’t spare a moment to acknowledge my presence. Might I have a future in designing Sudoku? Tap, tap, swipe, beep.
I’ve already received “the call” twice. “What’s taking so long? The kids are going nuts.” My poor wife, imprisoned in a vehicle with a clan of deranged goblins disguised as children, desperately requests the commutation of her sentence. …
It’s either a blessing or a curse. I have a very active chemoreceptor trigger zone. How’s yours?
Why a curse? Well, some party fun time chemicals that entranced my buddies throughout high school and college were less enjoyable for me. Whatever thrills they might have delivered hit me with a heavy dollop of nausea.
Why a blessing? For example, that time I tried some hydrocodone at a party in my late teens, I spent hours vomiting. I demanded to be taken home, ruining the chill vibes for my friend. …
Involved as I am in a community that supposes everyone is at least a little bit psychic, I often see questions like this one:
So I have listened to some presentations from [Russell Targ] and I am interested in remote viewing but one thing I don’t understand is how you are supposed to start picking up on the supposed location. You are just given a number and from that you just think really hard and try to pick up what comes to mind when looking at that number? And that number could be an image or a place or a…
Last year, Frankandfriends — my fellow moderator at r/remoteviewing on Reddit — was idly reading the writings of Herodotus, the ancient Greek historian (as one does). He shared an excerpt in our team chat, for a reason that now escapes my addled brain.
Bored and mildly curious, I spent a few minutes to read a bit further into Herodotus’ “History,” and the following passages struck me like a revelation. The author was speaking to me from thousands of years in the past about one of my favorite topics.
He was telling a story about remote viewing.
If you have arrived at this article already familiar with the psychic discipline of remote viewing, there are some background sections you may wish to skim through. Please don’t expect a detailed analysis.
If you have arrived here familiar only with tabletop role-playing games, you may feel incredulous about the concepts presented here. That’s okay. I know you folks enjoy a good yarn. I’m including some background information about remote viewing so that you have context, and I ask, please read it so that we can get on the same page. If you find your interest piqued, there will be…
“Is there a way to post to Twitter without bypassing the paywall?”
It was an honest question by a writer new to our ecosystem. Not all of us who write here have resigned ourselves to “hobbyist” status.
And yet, there are two things I always do with my articles (and one that I sometimes do):
Commemorating the r/remoteviewing subreddit reaching a milestone 30,000 members today, we are pleased to announce the relaunch and modernization of one of the Internet’s longest-running* and most essential remote viewing resources.
It is time to update your bookmarks and hyperlinks, folks.
One20+ has become RemoteViewing.link
In the heady days of 2006 (or 2008), Jon Knowles resolved to collect the Internet’s finest, most useful, and most credible resources on remote viewing all in one convenient place. Then, he looked down on what he had done and saw that it was good. He named it One20+ (or 120+) and diligently updated and…
“Daniel?” I call, then bellow with more desperation. “Daniel? Leave the stupid thing! We’ve had a decent haul.” I let the lie hang in the tangy air. If ever I was worried, it was now.
No answer. He should be scrambling down the heaps of candy-colored dung. I pause here anyways and burn precious seconds, listening for the crackles of the approaching Crush. There’s only an eerie silence.
Who gambles with Maya? We all do. The world’s about to wake, and as scientific as this is, there’s a lot the big brains haven’t figured out yet.
With the ambleway shut…
Endless, expert articles scream at me. I’ve been doing it all wrong. "Find your voice as a writer!"
Excuse me? I’m forty years old, dang it. (That’s old enough to know that cussing is a kids' game.)
This voice is nothing new. We've spent a lifetime together. It is firmly cemented in my gullet. You'd have to chisel this thing out.
No matter how much you want me to, I won't suddenly become Maya Angelou or John Steinbeck. Maya Steinbeck? Also not likely.
"Find your voice. Find your marketing voice. Find your narrative voice." Are you a broken record?
r/remoteviewing mod, dreamer, degrees in pharmacy, business & molecular biology, Latter-day Saint priest, father, meditator, uniformed health officer, weirdo