SLOW SWAN SONG, part two

Hello, folks. Part two of the final walk-in-the forest.

Today's opinions: the world of PSI.

People can object that I haven't earned much of an opinion on these matters, since the core interest of my research on anomalies has been UFOs. OK. I'll accept that. But my biased view is that I and almost all of us have plenty of personal reasons to know that much of the PSI world is real. For better or worse, here goes:

1). Clairvoyance and Telepathy are real; we just aren't very good at them. This is, in fact, such an obvious truth for anyone with even a crack of openness in their minds, that it is stunning to me that the established intellectual community is in near-total rejection of the phenomenon. Some MIGHTY sociology is going on here and we, as a human race, would do well to understand it, face it squarely, and obliterate this barrier to seeing the bigger picture of reality.

I'll wager nearly everyone has their moments of seeing-around-the-corners. I have had many, despite being a rather severe critic of my own experiences therein --- since they are so "scientifically weak." But I used to take long car rides with a very good friend [with a lively and diverse set of interests] and nearly every trip between Kalamazoo and the Center for UFO Studies in Chicago, he'd suddenly break away from the discussion we were having and blurt out something entirely different, which, however, had just flashed across my mind. Once I began relaxing about this and began facing reality a bit more openly, I saw how frequent [and frequently repressed] these little "anomalies" were. As I say, I believe that almost all of us have them.

The lady and gentleman above are my maternal grandparents. The lady was a Wisconsin farm girl and she could look around the corners more frequently and clearly than most. In my family both my mother [her daughter] and my father were rather in awe of her gift, even though you almost had to bully her into trying it. The point of this is that some few of us seem better, though far from scientifically perfect, at this gift. I suspect more folks have been embarrassed away from their gift than encouraged to pursue it.

This is Eileen Garrett. She was one of the best at the gift. Read her biography and do yourself a favor in terms of expanding your consciousness. I don't know how many times she essentially proved [under test conditions of various kinds] that she had the gift, but apparently no number would be great enough to allow the idea that this is real to enter the Hallowed Halls of academe.

The military was impressed though. In a rare moment of synchronicity between my UFO "hobby" and another anomaly, one of my favorite guys, Colonel Howard [Mack] McCoy, the head of the Intelligence Division at Wright-Patterson AFB [and thereby the UFO investigation, Project SIGN], had in his files [now in mine] a document showing military testing of Eileen Garrett in the late 1940s. The document was QUITE interested in her abilities, and possibly as a long-range spy technique. 

Much less-Secret-Project-like testing has been done of course, and although the gift resists the artificiality of the unnatural laboratory setting, taken as a bulk the data impresses me. Plus, you and I know that this stuff happens without the lab work. Still, you might read Dean Radin's stuff, as the most creative guy who's ever been involved with all this difficult-to-test phenomenon. 

2). Psychokinesis is real, at the very least at the very micro level. The mind/ consciousness/ intention can influence matter at the subatomic level. Can it influence mass amounts of matter? I don't know about that. My instinct says "if so that is very rare." 

But I'm down to essentially zero doubt about the subatomic influences, and Bob Jahn's studies are the reason. Bob is the fellow who at Princeton began testing whether people could influence the results of a random [theoretically non-controllable] process like radioactive decay --- he used random number generators sensitive to radiation from the decays to produce graphs which the "willful volunteer" would attempt to make diverge from a random result. Guess what? Almost anyone can do it. It's a small effect and on small matter, but it IS an effect and THAT's HOW WE MAKE THINGS HAPPEN IN OUR BRAINS. Bob Jahn saw the Thumbprint of our brains' "willpower" to choose one action rather than another. I'd never thought of that. I owe Bob Jahn a great deal for one of the most important insights that anyone has discovered. .... naturally the established academics refuse to even consider the work. How ironic THAT is. Bob just showed them that they had Free Will to therefore possibly live a purposeful life, and they're "willfully" desperately ignoring him. There are people who refuse to accept a drink of water on their way to hell, I guess.

Because Bob Jahn is right, Roger Nelson might also be onto something. Roger trained with Bob so this would be no surprise. So I'll say this:

3). It COULD be possible that groups of humans might in some not-understood way be able to "contribute" to a group action-at-a-distance effect similar to the ones measured by Bob for individuals. Translation: if one person might influence a random subatomic process in one of Bob Jahn's machines, might an isolated machine be influenced by numbers of minds who happen to be "thinking" the same way, or emoting the same way?

Roger has set up [with host volunteers] a set of these devices literally worldwide. He calls them "Eggs" [I like it]. The hosts only make sure that the devices are powered up and working, and then leave them alone. The EGGs continuously send Roger their status data. What he's looking for are instances where the EGGs [or many of them] seem to wander off non-randomly and mysteriously. Could, the hypothesis goes, these "excursions" from statistical randomness in multiple EGGs be due to something that is engaging many minds on the planet to get into an unusual and similar mind state? An example would be a huge tragedy, or a great Space Program moment, or an economic collapse, or maybe even a Soccer World Cup match.

The jury's out, but the results tend to point to YES, this happens. If it does happen, it's like a widespread telepathy combined with Jahnian micro-PK. Some might rather call that "the signature of an epiphenomenal World Mind. Poetic. I'll stick with unconscious telepathy plus micro-PK for now.

All this scares the bejesus out of academe [Boy, we REALLY need to understand this pathological socio-psychology]. One guy it doesn't scare is my friend Larry Dossey. {I have been privileged beyond my ability to repay to have known such wonderful and gentle and brilliant people as Larry, Bob, Roger, and Dean --- what a treat it would have been to know Eileen.}

Larry is partially responsible for opinion number four.

4). Healing-at-a-distance and by "touch" is real.

Long before I met Larry I had a nun for high school biology who kept her light under a bushel. When she was reassigned from Charleston (WV) Catholic High School to a small college near her Mother house, she became known to the anomalies world as Sister Justa Smith, scientific, controlled variables tester of alleged laying on of hands faith healing. And she found it. I blew it there. Never knew anything about that side of her, but I WAS a typical high school knucklehead, so...

But Sister Justa "proved" this sort of healing, even though the established authorities ignored her work. Others followed and finally there was Larry, collecting all the work together into a mass which should have been enough to drastically alter some fields of research. But no. As usual.

I have had a few good friends who have had unexplainable near-instant healings, and, being a Catholic this does not surprise me. I've read the Lourdes Commission work, and it all fits together. {I know that many do not want to hear this, but I am being frank here --- having grown up a Catholic with a Dad who saw the wonders possible in these things and did not mock them, and a Mom with a second-sight mother, this life foundation gave this to-be-academic science teacher good insulation against the crippled character of the overly analytic mind.}

This is part of my family. Three of my four brothers are there plus one of my sisters. Mom is the little lady in the center. There are some amazing anomalies stories represented there. The broad fellow in the maroon shirt is my brother with whom I witnessed our CE1 domed-disk UFO in 1958. The giant in the middle is my Olympic weight-lifting coach brother, who, against all type-casting, has REGULAR clairvoyance episodes, occasionally quite spectacular. But the people I want to direct attention to are the brother at top left, and his wife at bottom right.

We are getting photographed in their home in Wheeling WV. It is a poltergeist house.

5). Poltergeist phenomena are real, though what's causing them isn't at all clear.
6). Apparitions of formerly-existing persons are real, and can be associated with poltergeist houses.
7). Occasionally encounters occur wherein an apparently, tangibly physical, person or entity is engaged in some way, and later vanishes or is found not to currently exist.

I've read about all of these things and have been unimpressed by my readings and particularly the typical investigations, and, worse, the speculations of even famous "ghostbuster-type" book writers.

But then my brother and sister-in-law moved into their old historical house. Their ghost, trickster, faery, djinn, or whatever it is, is a friendly sort of mischief-maker, but undeniably real for them. There are the "normal" sounds, messing with doors, turning on of radios and tvs, and occasional weirdnesses of a more spectacular sort such as a flying whisk in the kitchen, a set of "thrown" nutcracker toys falling all over the floor, and some strange helium balloon behaviors which seemed responsive. These things have happened so often that my sister-in-law's log is quite long.

Apparitions occur in the same house, all of which seem based upon a family who lived there between the 1880s and about the 1920s. Two figures are prominent: the patriarch of the family, a very important doctor in Wheeling, and a young son. The young son is interactive with a young girl of the present when she is visiting. The reality of this was pretty much proven when "he" introduced himself to her with a name not known by anyone, but much later found to have been his nickname [from an old relative still alive but not in town.]

That assertion number seven above came utterly out of the blue for my family and has been retold as the "Helen Lane" story [a version of the Phantom Hitchhiker --- and by far the best one I've heard about]. Look the re-telling up here on the blog. {It's way back there in 2009}.

As I said: most of these categories of things I used to read with an open-mind but with little positive feeling. My family's own experiences completely changed that. I don't blame anyone for tossing this sort of thing into the gray basket, I surely did. But don't throw them into the trash. Now, when I read about such claims elsewhere, I say "maybe, maybe not, but this doesn't stun me at all."

And that's the exact mindstate in which to read my favorite girl in history --- Catherine Crowe, who wrote her Nightside of Nature in the early 1800s to try to save us from rejecting all these indicators of the Spirit world. I'll praise "St." Catherine later.

For now --- enough. DON'T LET THE DOME-HEADS TALK YOU OUT OF THESE EXPERIENCES THAT YOU KNOW YOU HAVE.

Peace friends.

A Little Walk Out Proctor

Strange things Out Proctor .... a small pile of reports about some of them, accumulated on the sorting table crying [shrieking?] for a home. Well, not to offend dark powers, here are some brief thumbnails.

1942: Hartford, CT. A narrow streak of light crosses the room wherein a husband and wife are trying to have a quiet evening reading. The streak stretches out to a few feet in length, emits a crackling sound, and explodes.

.... sort of "ball" lightning, sort of not?

1973: Demming, WA. A driver sees a bluish bright sky flickering up ahead. On approaching the site, there are railroad tracks alongside the road. From two places on these tracks, powerful blue-white lightning bolts are exploding upwards into the sky, at pulses of about three second intervals. The bolts reach an estimated 100 feet up and then disappear. As he and the occupants of a second car watch, the pulsing simply cuts off.

The second car was full of brain-smashed pot-heads, if anyone can make any connection to that. I, however, remain relatively clear-minded and confused.

1965, Azusa and Anaheim, CA and 1963 Southhampton, PA. The two California cases have been mentioned on the blog before. Because they are close in both space and time, I consider them to be extra weird. Both cases involved "spots-of-light" which appeared inside houses, where some effort was made to eliminate simple light source paths which might explain them. The cases DO differ. The Anaheim incident was a single evening's event where the son told his mom he had a weird light on his bed. She went in and found a 50cent sized round spot which if she covered it with her hand, it showed on her hand [therefore it acted like a beam --- though she said that she could trace no beam.] No obvious sources existed inside or out and the spot suddenly extinguished.

The Azusa case was a repeater lightspot which would appear flame-like on the wall. This one could be covered by objects but still remained [if you peeked] under them on the wall. {i.e. much stranger.} It was about the same size as the Anaheim spot, and gave the observer a feeling of Peace. It showed up many times, but was absent for long intervals as well. This went on for at least three years --- still happening at the time of the report.

The third case is from two years earlier and across the country. In this, a lady awoke with a need to visit the bathroom. When she got there she saw light in the mirror. Glancing more closely, it was coming from her own hand. It looked like a figure eight. She shook her hand, but it went nowhere. Resigned, she went back to bed and in the morning it was gone. A week later she had to get up late again. This time it was upon returning to bed that lights were noticed, this time 3inch rings of light on her sheets and then on herself. Shaking covers and hands, the lights remained.

Weird, but Out Proctor all the lights are weird.

1974: Morton, IL. A family of four was out in their car for a drive. It was the middle of a sunny day. No clouds were anywhere to be seen. Suddenly all light was extinguished --- total blackness. The husband kept driving and soon the darkness just ceased and it was normal again.

We've had red-outs, blue-outs, green-outs, and I think yellow-outs already on the blog. It was about time for a no-light-at-all event.

1963: Between Madison and Centerville, TX. A guy is driving his vehicle on a fairly busy highway at 55mph. Other drivers noticed that his car was leaving the ground. It was elevated from the road, turned 180degrees, and deposited [the engine still running normally] back on the highway but now moving in the wrong direction. Fortunately the deposition was slightly to the road's shoulder, and no cars were immediately upon him. He brought the vehicle to a halt. No sign of any air disturbance was seeable anywhere. The car had no damages. He went confusedly on his way. {Story reminds me of Jim McDonald's favorite mass transference case from Herman, MN, but there one had a clear UFO report.}

1965: Stamford, CT. A whole crowd of people were in the vicinity when a white cloud was seen moving towards a tennis court. It was alone in the sky and there was almost no breeze, and no storm systems anywhere in the area. The cloud took the shape of a vortex and proceeded to pick up three picnic tables with their umbrellas atop. One man tried to hold one down and was dragged upwards. The tricksy twister then dropped a bunch of debris into a swimming pool, while creating a four-foot diameter, 20 foot high waterspout. Apparently satisfied with its malfeasance, it then hoofed it off to the nearby woods. ... and no, I don't see the solution to Fafrotskies in this story, as the thing picked up many different sorts of objects apparently indiscriminately.

1963: Hanson, Yorkshire, UK. Well, it's been fun so far, but this one makes me angry.

A group of highschoolers were in the playground of their school when out of an otherwise windless day came a nasty thing. The vortex, or something, lifted a teenage girl off the ground to about 20 feet high. It then suddenly dropped her. She sustained multiple broken bones and died later in hospital. Dammit!

The case does remind us a bit of the French "horse levitation" case [the horse was dropped and somewhat hurt] and the Canadian "girl-lift" case where a classmate held onto her for dear life and she did not get hurt. ... but here we lost a sweetheart for no reason at all. Even Out Proctor there are limits [if I'd have anything to say about it.]

OK. Enough tragedy. Here are a few oddities that I like to think of as "guardian angel" anomalies.

1964: near Chavio Lake, AK. A pilot was returning from a mission from Umiat to a camp at Chavio Lake. The helicopter found itself in white-out conditions. Forced to land, the pilot dead reckoned a site as near the line of travel as he could, but was still off by 100 miles. Consequently, the emergency search flights of the next day found nothing. That next night however three "flares" were spotted far from the expected ditch area. Subsequent searches there the following day discovered and rescued the pilot. The mystery was that the pilot had no flares and nothing remotely like flares to signal with. Even if there had been an anonymous secretive altruist who saw his plight and wanted to shoot up flares of his own [about as strained an "explanation" as one can devise] the conditions the evening that the rescue plane saw the three redlight signals were STILL so blizzardy that no such flares would have been seeable anyway. So who sent the lights and what were they?

1955: between Cerrillos and Galiston, NM. A woman is trying to get home, but the weather deteriorates so badly that she is in white-out blizzard conditions. She tries to slowly tough it out, but she knows she was getting to the area of the road where there are dangerous drop-offs to each side. She stops. She says a prayer for the storm to stop. It doesn't, but instead there appears a space empty of falling snow just to the front of her car. It seems to be a clear tunnel stretching far ahead. Boggled but willing, she starts her vehicle and drives into the tunnel. There are no flakes at all inside, and the tunnel persists all the way up her driveway to her garage, a two mile distance. She gets out, says thanks, and the tunnel disappears allowing the still falling, now very wet snow, to soak her thoroughly before she gets back inside her home. She didn't mind.

What can I say? I like it.

1953: Seneca, NY. A mother was in critical condition in hospital. Her daughter was visiting her every day as she slowly recovered. The daughter always was sure to check that her mom's emergency bell cord was pinned in proper position so that her mom could reach it if she needed aid. This evening something distracted her [she was really tired] and she forgot. Coming home, she wanted to go straight up to her bedroom. Starting up the stairs, she ran into a barrier which refused to let her pass. She called out to family members, who thought she was a bit balmy, but she persisted. The barrier held. A "hunch" struck her that her mom needed help and couldn't get it. She called the night nurse, who went to check. Her mom was in trouble and could not reach the bell cord. The nurse came to the rescue and things ended happily ever after. For years thereafter the mother and daughter wondered if this was telepathy or spiritual aid or something else.

OK. I can get behind that one too.

1920: Milwaukee, WI. A family was attending to their dying mother in their family home. She was in her final labored moments. Outside the window in the room, lightforms began to appear on the nearby wall. One was larger and stronger looking. One was smaller and bent. The smaller one was slowly struggling to reach the larger. The larger form took on an appearance much like the dying woman's deceased sister, though as a somewhat vague being-of-light. The smaller one took on the same sort of appearance though of the mother. At last, the mother's lightform turned towards the family in the window, smiled, nodded, and was gone.

..... different than the post-death experiences that both my parents blessed us kids with, but with the same message. "Things are alright, children."

Since that last story was almost a candidate for Ghost Whisperer, an entry-ending picture of Jennifer Love Hewitt seems appropriate.

...... come to think of it, you don't even need to have an excuse to post a picture of Jennifer Love Hewitt.

Pure Oxygen as they'd say in the 60s.

Peace ................ as they also used to say then.