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hand-over-hand up the banisters at the sides of the broad, sloping ramps inside the Pentagon building, as men delivering messages on huge tricycles sped by, ringing their little silver bells. It all seems a little surrealistic now, and today the trikes have been replaced by little electric carts. |
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Our meeting room was inside a vault with a heavy steel door that opened and closed with a combination lock like that of a bank safe. The room itself was spacious, with rows of comfortable, red leather armchairs, and the walls were covered with blue velvet drapes. Of course, there were no windows. |
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Hal and I had been carrying out our first experiments with the artist Ingo Swann, an exceptional remote viewer whose work we described in our earlier book, Mind-Reach.
9 In those studies, government scientists had given us geographical coordinates of latitude and longitude in degrees, minutes, and seconds, and asked us to psychically describe what was there. Ingo called this "Project Scanate." In one celebrated trial we could more or less tell from the coordinates that the target was on the east coast of the U.S., but Swann went on to describe the layout of buildings, roads, a flagpole, and even an underground building. A week later, after Swann's drawings had been analyzed, we learned that he had psychically viewed a highly classified government facility with remarkable accuracy so much so, that it gave rise to a searching investigation of our activities by the owners of the buildings. We received far more attention than we knew how to handle, but it didn't insure our funding. |
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So in 1974, we went to Washington to talk about Ingo's striking success. We went for the same reason that every professional consultant and scientist goes to Washington: We hoped to obtain a government contract to continue the research. We had already conducted dozens of experiments similar to Ingo's with several viewers, and we had quite an exciting story to tell. Now the Pentagon wanted to hear about it. |
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As I looked out over the sea of stern faces before me, I wondered whether they would believe us, or think we were just some silly people from California. After we finished our description of miracles wrapped in the scholarly trappings of laboratory data, the room fell silent. In the customary fashion, everyone waited for the ranking general officer to ask the first |
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