My Spiritual Path Part 4
My Spiritual Path Part 4
I climbed the few stairs from the aisle to the stage and stood with the other 10 audience members who had been called. Our facilitator directed that we should all take seats in the chairs surrounding the long conference table which sat at center stage, one young woman took a seat in the chair at the head of the table. We were told that she would be our “sender.” The rest of us were to be “receivers.” I took a seat in the middle of the table, facing the audience. The “sender” would be to my left. There was a conference microphone sitting in the middle of the table to record any words that were spoken during the test. We were told that the “sender” would think of someone she knew, living or dead, male or female, young or old, and we were to concentrate on her and give out any information we might feel about the person she was thinking about. After the experiment they would play back the recorded information to see if any of the given information matched the person she was concentrating on.
I should say that I didn’t think much would come of it because I had no experience with paranormal things, and therefore didn’t believe in them very much, but after all I WAS on stage, so I might as well give it a go. We were advised to look into our minds and give out anything that was there, even if it seemed illogical or conflicted with things we heard the other people say. They gave the “sender” a couple of moments to gather her thoughts. When she declared herself ready, people began speaking, describing appearances, genders, relations, etc. I got nothing, and I mean nothing, a complete blank page. I chided myself come on, Raymond; Everyone else is getting something, try harder. Great idea I thought, but how do you try harder at ESP? I didn’t know but attempted to focus my attention on the “sender” who sat quietly, deep in thought at the head of the table. Almost instantly a picture came into my mind. There were feelings that came with the picture. I spoke out, “I see a young woman in a gray uniform, she is far away from home and won’t be returning home for some time.” Then the most profound and interesting thing happened, I saw a large gray eagle. A few moments later, the experiment ended. As the recording was replayed we found that the “sender” was thinking of her sister who had recently joined the Air Force. She had just arrived at her tour of duty in Ramstein, Germany and wouldn’t be home for nearly 3 years. When she mentioned where her sister was stationed, the ‘EAGLE’ became crystal clear. You see, I was stationed in Baumholder, Germany only about 40 miles away from Ramstein. The unit I was in frequently did maneuvers with the Air Force. We would go to Ramstein and serve as targets, so the pilots could practice their bombing runs. Now, here’s the key, the entrance to the air base is like a boulevard, with an inbound lane and an exit lane. Sitting in the grass median between the lanes was a large gray wooden eagle. I had seen that eagle many times during my tour of duty. How was it possible? I didn’t know the “sender.” Yet, the images were as clear as pictures. My friend and I had an interesting conversation trying to come up with some logical explanation for the evening’s events. At the time, I had none. Much later in my development, I would understand that what had transpired was common and easy to understand. I was somewhat frustrated because I was in uncharted waters. My life was changing forever, right before my very eyes, Next blog, The Tarot.
I climbed the few stairs from the aisle to the stage and stood with the other 10 audience members who had been called. Our facilitator directed that we should all take seats in the chairs surrounding the long conference table which sat at center stage, one young woman took a seat in the chair at the head of the table. We were told that she would be our “sender.” The rest of us were to be “receivers.” I took a seat in the middle of the table, facing the audience. The “sender” would be to my left. There was a conference microphone sitting in the middle of the table to record any words that were spoken during the test. We were told that the “sender” would think of someone she knew, living or dead, male or female, young or old, and we were to concentrate on her and give out any information we might feel about the person she was thinking about. After the experiment they would play back the recorded information to see if any of the given information matched the person she was concentrating on.
I should say that I didn’t think much would come of it because I had no experience with paranormal things, and therefore didn’t believe in them very much, but after all I WAS on stage, so I might as well give it a go. We were advised to look into our minds and give out anything that was there, even if it seemed illogical or conflicted with things we heard the other people say. They gave the “sender” a couple of moments to gather her thoughts. When she declared herself ready, people began speaking, describing appearances, genders, relations, etc. I got nothing, and I mean nothing, a complete blank page. I chided myself come on, Raymond; Everyone else is getting something, try harder. Great idea I thought, but how do you try harder at ESP? I didn’t know but attempted to focus my attention on the “sender” who sat quietly, deep in thought at the head of the table. Almost instantly a picture came into my mind. There were feelings that came with the picture. I spoke out, “I see a young woman in a gray uniform, she is far away from home and won’t be returning home for some time.” Then the most profound and interesting thing happened, I saw a large gray eagle. A few moments later, the experiment ended. As the recording was replayed we found that the “sender” was thinking of her sister who had recently joined the Air Force. She had just arrived at her tour of duty in Ramstein, Germany and wouldn’t be home for nearly 3 years. When she mentioned where her sister was stationed, the ‘EAGLE’ became crystal clear. You see, I was stationed in Baumholder, Germany only about 40 miles away from Ramstein. The unit I was in frequently did maneuvers with the Air Force. We would go to Ramstein and serve as targets, so the pilots could practice their bombing runs. Now, here’s the key, the entrance to the air base is like a boulevard, with an inbound lane and an exit lane. Sitting in the grass median between the lanes was a large gray wooden eagle. I had seen that eagle many times during my tour of duty. How was it possible? I didn’t know the “sender.” Yet, the images were as clear as pictures. My friend and I had an interesting conversation trying to come up with some logical explanation for the evening’s events. At the time, I had none. Much later in my development, I would understand that what had transpired was common and easy to understand. I was somewhat frustrated because I was in uncharted waters. My life was changing forever, right before my very eyes, Next blog, The Tarot.
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