„Stargate” war der Codename des wohl ungewöhnlichsten Geheimdienstprojektes des Kalten Krieges: Der Versuch, mit mentalen Mitteln die Geheimnisse des Gegners auzuspionieren. „Remote Viewing” nannten die Amerikaner das, was anderenorts als Hellsehen bekannt ist. Bereits 1952 interessierte sich das US-Verteidigungsministerium für die okkulten Aktivitäten der Nazis, die mit Astrologen und Hellsehern experimentiert hatten. Wohl wegen Hanussens überzeugenden Hellsehdarbietungen hatten die Naziwissenschaftler nach fähigen Telepathen gesucht, über die man mit getauchten U-Booten kommunizieren wollte, was unter Wasser per Funk nicht möglich ist. Ende der 70er Jahre gegründet, war “Stargate” an einer Vielzahl von hochbrisanten Operationen beteiligt. Bei Geiselnahmen, bei der Suche nach “Bösewichten” wie Hussein oder Gaddafi und natürlich bei der Spionage gegen die Sowjetunion: Im Oktober 1979 erhält PSI-Spion Joseph McMoneagle das Satellitenfoto eines riesigen Gebäudes in Severodinsk in der nördlichen Sowjetunion. McMoneagle soll es telepathisch ausspähen. Und er beschreibt und skizziert ein neuartiges, riesiges U-Boot. Es ist um ein Vielfaches größer als alle bekannten U-Boote der Sowjets. “Wir gaben die Informationen an unsere Techniker weiter”, berichtet Oberst John B. Alexander, damals stellvertretender Leiter des Armee-Geheimdienstes INSCOM. “Doch die winkten ab nach dem Motto: Wir können das nicht bauen. Wieso sollten also die Sowjets dazu in der Lage sein? Aber die …
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Robert Allan Monroe (October 30, 1915March 17, 1995) was an advertising executive from Virginia who became known for his research into altered consciousness. His 1971 book Journeys Out of the Body is credited with popularizing the term “out-of-body experience”. In 1978 Monroe founded The Monroe Institute, which carried on his work after his death. He is also notable as one of the founders of the Jefferson Cable Corporation, the first cable company to cover central Virginia. According to his own account, while experimenting with sleep-learning in 1958 Monroe experienced an unusual phenomenon, which he described as sensations of paralysis and vibration accompanied by a bright light that appeared to be shining on him from a shallow angle. Monroe goes on to say that this occurred another nine times over the next six weeks, culminating in his first out-of-body experience. Monroe recorded his account in his 1971 book Journeys Out Of The Body and went on to become a prominent researcher in the field of human consciousness. Monroe later authored two more books, Far Journeys (1985) and Ultimate Journey (1994). In 1978 he founded The Monroe Institute, a non-profit education and research foundation describing itself as being “devoted to the exploration of human consciousness”. In his last book Ultimate Journey there is a chapter “About the Author”. In this chapter it is said that Robert Monroe is directing Monroe Institute – from There, meaning that he is able to take part in his …
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Thank you for affirming all my experiences were real and not hallucinations. You are very right with the clouds, the music, the choir, the entities, the vibrations, the flying, the wind, everything. Thank you for teaching me to use the bubble to help me be brave when im out there. I wish now to meet you and talk to you there. Maybe you have a message only your institute can confirm is true. Maybe it’s not necessary but wouldn’t that be fun? Meet me in the forest Monroe.
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Ohhhh gee …… im glad you cleared that up …. thank you so much jesus …… yeah right NOT …… look just admit it …. if you can …. you dont get it ….. he’s delightful and i like him …. i must go over “there” to say “Hi i liked your talk” …. it cuts thru all that sanctimonious bullshit ….. that ChrisWatch people dish up.
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@AllahConsciousness that sounds very buddhist to me, but your right.
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Trying to interpret infinite, into human psychological labels and gestures to accumulate enough understanding to feed expression, his based on desire, tension, feelings in it’s most pathetic form.
Dimensions observed in starvation and mindless will.
Dimensions tasted through the eyes of a rotting corpse, a virgin. He was merely a puppet in his own confusion. A whore in it’s own prison.
How pitiful is this for him to do so much to understand what he could have found through love and peace.
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Yes, this seeking of new things can be fun, but it can also lead to a psychological dependence upon these things, which invariably leads to suffering. Desire is the root of all suffering. You suffer because you desire something other than the now, when in fact there is nothing more than the now.
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That sounds right to me. There is no end to expansion.
That is the point in my opinion. Now what, now what can I do, now where can I go? Consciousness inherently seeks more. That is the fun part.
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My “home” after death isn’t some lame happy place with clouds and kids playing games. It’s a non-localized state of pure consciousness that ebbs and flows like a lightning bolt throughout the multiverse, sustaining it while the blind souls revel in it’s illusory constructs of duality.
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Dreaming of that face again.
It’s bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it’s three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In… Out… In… Out… In… Out…
A child’s rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I’ve spent so many years in question
to find I’ve known this all along.
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“So good to see you.
I’ve missed you so much.
So glad it’s over.
I’ve missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?”
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Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song…
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“So good to see you.
I’ve missed you so much.
So glad it’s over.
I’ve missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
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Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye and there we were.
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.
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when you really have returned to your true ‘home’ you will recognise the ancient place, it will look familiar and you will weep uncontrolllably, you will weep like you have never wept before but you will know that you have returned, to the place, before you were born, before the world was created…
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