The Aristocratic Poltergeist Agent: A Hidden Story From Decades Past

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When it comes to poltergeist agents, they come in all shapes, sizes, genders and colors.   Some are tall, some short, some thin, some not-so-thin, some young, some not so young, some male and some female, although females appear to be far more common than males.   But generally speaking, it’s indeed a rare day when they come from parents who were celebrities in their respective fields of work.   Especially from parents who went to great lengths not to disclose the existence of their newborn daughter.  Parent’s whose lives would have been forever tainted and tarnished by the birth of an illegitimate child with paranormal proclivities, as they were married, but not to each other.  The scandal over this would have been horrendous for sure.  It is with this backdrop, that I describe the following case.

The case I am about to discuss, has never been made public before, not in my book, anywhere else on this site, nor in any of my lectures, as there were way too many problematic elements associated with it.  Until recently, I felt somewhat compelled not to discuss any details of this case for fear of legal repercussions against the woman who is the focus this article and myself . 

But as the woman of which I speak has now very likely passed away (more on this later), as have her biological and adoptive parents long ago, some of those concerns are less threatening than they once were.  Yet I still cannot fully divulge who her biological parents were, as they were part of the upper social strata within modern 20th century America that wouldn’t care to be linked the paranormal in any way whatsoever, where the mother was a famous actress within the industry, and the father was associated with one of the best known financial and political families on earth.  Needless to say, they discreetly put their little baby girl up for adoption more than sixty-seven years ago.

This case began in early February of 1976 when a girl named Susan called the old UCLA parapsychology lab in search of answers to the ongoing psychokinetic maelstroms in her home.   If memory serves me correct after almost four decades, it was Dr. Thelma Moss who actually took the call, as Susan called very late in the afternoon or early evening, after I had left for the day.  It wasn’t until the next morning that I found the note left for me by the phone that Susan had called, not having any idea of who Susan was in terms of my past.

At that time, Susan lived with two other girls in a quaint, little, three bedroom house in the North Hollywood region of the San Fernando Valley here in Southern California.  Upon meeting Susan, the diminutive blond looked very familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite place her.  The reason she looked so familiar was that she grew up near my cousins in West Los Angeles, and they kept trying to set us up on dates, which never occurred.  Susan was way too weird and mousey, even for me.   But Susan instantly recognized me, and I was really amazed to see what she grew into.

The passing of time was very good to Susan in most ways, as the more mature woman was far more attractive than the scrawny 16 year-old I knew way back when; a stunning green-eyed blond, who was attractive even if you weren’t attracted to blonds, like myself.   During that new encounter of thirty-nine years ago, I learned that Susan had become quite the histrionic hypochondriac, having little or no emotional coping mechanism, where the smallest amount of  emotional or physical stress knocked her off her feet and into bed, where she complained of various ills that were anything but somatic.  Moreover, she used her morbid depression to manipulate others into getting her way. 

But far and away, the most relevant piece of the puzzle here was that Susan had been diagnosed to suffer from temporal lobe epilepsy, which she learned of while still a teenager, and was therefore unable to hold a California driver’s license.  Wow, like what else is new?   Back in those days of forty years past, no one in their right mind even suggested that there was a causal link between one’s neurophysiology/electro-chemistry and poltergeist activity, while today it appears to be the most common somatic correlate to RSPK.

But even given all of this, there was something really off about her, something that made me keep my distance, knowing full well that her bizarre psyche and personality might raise up its ugly head to create even greater chaos than she was already in.   What immediately follows is a small example of what I’m referring to.

Even when very young, Susan really believed that she was a cauldron stirring, broom-riding witch, who could cast spells and curses through incantations on those who did her wrong, conjure love potions for those she found to be emotionally appealing, or to summon the minions of the devil himself to help her seek revenge.   The only craft she learned over time, was the one that started with name “witch”, if you get my drift.   To me, even as a teenager, such bizarre rituals were better left to Roger Corman horror movies than in my reality.  To me, Susan was indeed “a couple fries short of a happy meal”.

So when Susan reminded me of who she was, I was not totally shocked to learn that she had already been twice married and divorced by the time she was 28 years old.  But given that I knew how unusual she was, that didn’t come as any real surprise to me.   But what I didn’t expect was how Susan transitioned from heterosexual orientation to homosexual, where only women now caught and held her eye, heart and mind.

The result of all this was the three women living in a love stew if you will, where they shunned men in favor of each other, but there was a strong sense of competition between the other women for Susan’s attention, as she stood out like a sore thumb around the taller, slightly older and darker-haired women. 

There were strong feelings of envy here, as Susan was far more attractive in every way than the other women living with her were.  They weren’t ugly in any sense of the word, but compared to Susan’s level of beauty, they were anything but eye-catching.  Making her even more appealing to them was the fact that Susan had never been medically diagnosed as having any serious psychiatric disorder (other than being a histrionic hypochondriac, or what would be labeled today as Histrionic Personality Disorder [HPD]), but she wasn’t formally diagnosed with such, it was in plain sight for everyone to see), while the other two had.  In fact, one of them was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic and they both had what’s now referred to as Intermittent Explosive Disorder.  Although Susan knew that she was epileptic, we did not know if she informed her roommates of her disability, and even if she had done so, we never questioned anyone regarding such matters so long ago.

But making matters even more problematic is that the other two women living with Susan had to be regularly medicated and tranquilized, as they’d both been diagnosed as bipolar, once called manic-depression, and without such medication, they turned extremely irritable and violent.  I dared not even ask how Susan came to meet and hook up with these most unusual ladies, who had also claimed to have had long histories of paranormal encounters similar to what was currently going on around them, while Susan had precognitive and clairvoyant experiences with occasional RSPK outbreaks.  But as the other two women were far less open to questions about their past than Susan was, there isn’t much more detail to add about them here.

The reason Susan had called the lab was because of the growing number of poltergeist type events transpiring around her and her two lovers.   Everything from blood dripping from the shower head in Susan’s bathroom and the fireplace in the living room, soap being thrown at the other two girls, books repeatedly and singularly flying off shelves, shoes being thrown at them, feeling as if someone was patting on their buttocks, crotch and breasts, to Susan’s guitar being violently torn from her grasp as she played it and then gently lowered onto the floor.  Doors were opened and then violently slammed shut on their own, and various faucets in the house kept turning themselves on, along with toilets flushing themselves, disembodied footsteps and the sound of keys jangling together.  There were also numerous occasions where strange, luminous fogs that were visually observed and actually photographed (unfortunately, these photos cannot be displayed here for fear of placing the two other women in jeopardy).  Yet all of this is really quite common as far as poltergeist outbreaks were concerned.

And as it turned out, according to Susan, the last owner/tenant, also a female, had experienced similar phenomena while living there for seven years.  If there only had been the small, portable instruments that we use today, as I’d be willing to bet there was either geomagnetic or electromagnetic anomalies associated with that property that triggered such recurring psychokinetic events.  But unfortunately, they wouldn’t exist for several more decades.

For the most part, these events generally seemed to be centered around Susan, though the other girls were clearly having their own encounters as

Susan from 12/25/75
Susan from 12/25/75

well.  These events became so common that they were accepted as normal, except when they took on visual luminous anomalies that appeared in numerous photos taken within the house.  At the entrance to the hallway connecting the bedrooms a glowing mist was seen, a large, luminous “claw” in front of where Susan and one her roommates were opening Christmas presents, to a horrific photonic noose that appeared over the head of one of the others girls while she opened her Christmas present, it just kept occurring.

The photo at left is the only known remaining photo of Susan (no enhancement as been done on this image as of yet).  Take note of the luminous anomaly in front of her as she was opening her Christmas gifts.  These most interesting images were not seen, only photographed by a 35 mm. camera.

Given all the attention Susan was now getting from me and my colleagues, the other two women felt that they were ignored and left out of everything, especially when Susan and I finally became closer friends.  Predictably, this served to demonstrably change the nature of the psychokinetic events.

Susan began attending my psi development group at UCLA (see “Learned Psi: Training To Be Psychic”, elsewhere on this site), but as she felt very uncomfortable within the sensory deprived environment of it, she only participated once or two twice.  Susan also accompanied me to several other investigations (Holly Mont case, elsewhere on this site as “The Holly Mont Haunting: As Good As It Gets”) and lectures I gave during that period.  In fact, it was Susan who arranged for me to speak before a group of professional group known as California’s Association of Licensed Investigators  (CALI) (private investigators, P.I’s., not paranormal investigators) in Beverly Hills, as she knew the founder of the organization.  The reason I was asked to speak before them was that Susan told the head of group about the work we had done for various law enforcement agencies over the years looking for missing people and attempting to assist law enforcement in solving open cases.

While it certainly was interesting getting to know Susan in a way I never really did when younger, our spending so much time together started irritating the two woman she lived with, as they became jealous.   In fact, there was a feeble attempt where it appeared as if Susan wanted to start a real relationship with me, but the ongoing sexual tension within her home was far too great for her to endure, as was her smoking for me.  She had been in poor health most of her young life and yet smoked about 3-4 packs of cigarettes a day to boot.  I repeatedly told her that I do not allow smoking in my car, nor would I even date a woman who smoked at all, as I didn’t want that noxious odor anywhere near me.  I also told Susan that I sensed that she had an enlarged heart, and that smoking was perhaps one of the worst things could do to her body.  Susan didn’t seem to believe me or care one way or the other.

The two women living with Susan were becoming more and more uncomfortable at the notion of Susan and I doing anything together, even talking on the phone.  As these emotions built to a critical level, the psychodynamics within the house totally changed in the most negative of ways.  The RSPK events seemed to be now focused only on Susan, but now started taking on a belligerent tone, where her guitar was not only pulled from her grip as it was before, but it now hit the wall with such force that it was shattered in many pieces, and Susan began feeling something painfully scratching her breasts, butt and crotch areas, while flying shoes were now actually striking her as opposed to just being observed from a distance.  The motives behind this change were somewhat obvious, albeit at an subconscious level, and the tensions grew within their home.

During a séance at Susan’s home around this time, some really incredible events occurred.  So strange were they, that even today, I cannot even guess as to how they occurred and what they might have represented.

The first thing was that Susan dropped off into a trance of sorts where her diminutive body starting doing things that didn’t make any sense, not in the mid-1970’s, or now.   One of her hands became so hot that it actually felt like fire when touched.  At the same time, her other hand became so cold, that it too burned, as if made of dry ice, but a burn related to extreme cold versus heat.   What the hell was this?

But wait, there’s more.

As if her body simultaneously demonstrating extremely exothermic and endothermic reactions wasn’t sufficient, came the next level of high strangeness.  Still deep in a trance, water began flowing out of Susan’s nostrils like a high pressure hose was attached to her ears and mouth.  We collected samples of this biological water and it proved to be anything but normal.  In fact, it proved to be pure water, not saline, but fresh water.

Now the problem with this occurrence is that fresh water does not exist within the human body, only saline. 

So where did the water come from?

We may never know.

Then one of the other girl’s dropped into a trance of sorts where she began screaming at the top of her lungs in a non-existent language, that no one’s ever heard before.   So was this more evidence that this other woman was also severely disturbed or was she simply attempting to distract our attention away from Susan?  As she quite stoic otherwise and refrained from responding to our questions when  she came out of it, we’ll never know.

Not long thereafter, Susan and her romantic roommates split up and went their separate ways, where their whereabouts were unknown to me.

Another ten years passed before I again heard from Susan, where she had already been married two more times, divorced once more, and heading in that direction with her new husband as well.  But most importantly for Susan, the poltergeist activity ceased once she and her roommates each went in their own directions.

More years passed and Susan get divorced again, and was then with a new man who would soon become her next husband, which I predicted, even to where they would end up living out-of-state.   After that, there was a very long silence, where Susan once again vanished in the outer realms of reality.

There is then a news blackout from her until the spring of 2008, where Susan again contacted me to inform me saying she had gotten divorced again and was now living in northern California with another friend, but a male one, not a female one, but it as all platonic.  At this point, who cares.

I also learned that my diagnosis of her long ago was very accurate, as her enlarged heart starting failing to the point to where she required a bi-ventricular pacemaker and valve replacement due to the abuse that heavy smoking took upon her small and delicate frame.

This was just after the time when Susan finally discovered who her biological parents were as her real father tracked her down and brought all the legal proof needed to demonstrated who he was and who Susan’s famous mother was, but she had died many years earlier.  She also wondered if this was why she could never stay with one man for a very long time, as her mother was exactly the same.   Who knows?

Susan was in total shock, even though she knew she was adopted, she had no idea as to who gave birth to her and why her parents went to such great lengths to cover it up.  

Susan did her own due diligence and was able to verify and confirm everything her father had told her.

Then Susan abruptly moved again, but to god knows where this time, with no forwarding address or phone number, and given how psychosomatic Susan was even before her health really turned south, the stress associated with this last move might have finished her.

Hopefully not.

Now what makes this case unique, is the rather extraordinary heritage Susan had, which if fully revealed, would send shock waves through certain aristocratic parts of our western culture, which makes one wonder if there is a genetic predisposition to any of these occurrences.  And as the other two women had prior, solitary RSPK incidents in their lives before living with Susan, we must consider the possibility that this whole matter was the result of a confluence occurring in the right place at the right time, where all three of these young ladies were responsible for what occurred some forty years ago. 

Had we only had the high-end, portable, EMF sensors we current use and armed with knowing what questions to ask regarding neurophysiological health aspects, this case might have made history in many ways.

 

Dr. Barry Taff: A Veteran Of The Psychic Wars

By

Sean Casteel and John Weigle

Dr. Barry Taff has been on the forefront of the academic study of psychic phenomena for decades and has long documented the connection between psi events and UFOs. His own psychic experiences began in childhood, and he has no doubt of the reality of some form of coupling between human consciousness and a field of energy that we do not as yet understand.

Taff spoke on March 9, 2013, at a meeting of the Close Encounter Research Organization, which earlier this year added the word “international” to its name and is seeking to branch out worldwide in the dissemination of UFO and alien abduction information. The meeting was held in Thousand Oaks, California, a city located just north of Los Angeles.

Taff opened his lecture by reciting part of a poem by T.S. Elliot that Taff felt eloquently expressed the fluid nature of time and the human mind:

“Time present and time past,” the poem reads, in part, “Are both perhaps present in time future. And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present, All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction, Remaining a perpetual possibility.”

Taff moved on to declare, “There is no paranormal. It’s normal.” He said that long-term memories are not stored in our brains, they’re kept in a remote source outside of us, which relates to the T.S. Elliot poem and his grappling with the nature of memory and time.

From there, Taff began to recount his own history of psychic experiences, beginning with an incident that happened when he was ten years old. In grade school, a young girl approached him and he asked her what the weird bag was that she was wearing. He didn’t know at that age that such a bag was used after a colostomy. The young girl screamed and told the principal, who called Taff into his office and asked if he had looked under the girl’s dress or sneaked into the girls’ bathroom. Taff told the principal he had x-ray vision and pointed out that he could see that the principal had unhealed keloid scar tissue himself. The principal then called Taff’s parents, and they said, “Don’t ask.”

Taff joked that if he had a dollar for every one of his psychic experiences, he would be a whole lot wealthier.

As a child, Taff predicted the assassination of John Kennedy to his parents a couple of years before the event. His parents insisted on making a bet in the belief that young Taff would be proven wrong. They didn’t speak to Taff for ten days, he said, after the prediction came true.

In 1968, Taff was visiting a girlfriend at her house when he decided he wanted some iced tea, which his girlfriend didn’t keep around. At that same moment, Taff’s father saw Taff enter the house, go to the refrigerator and drink iced tea from the pitcher. But Taff had never left his girlfriend’s house. Although his parents never drank iced tea, the pitcher was partially empty the next morning, as though someone had drank from it prior to Taff’s seeing the pitcher of tea the next day.

It was difficult to photograph Taff as a child, he said, and once, when he and a colleague were visiting a TV show producer, a photograph was taken of Taff and his colleague in which the other person showed up perfectly but where Taff had been standing the photo showed only a flash of light.

With this strange history behind him, Taff became a researcher of psychic phenomena in an academic setting, eventually earning a doctorate in psychophysiology with a minor in biomedical engineering from UCLA in 1975. From 1970 to 1987, he was involved in the study of remote viewing.

“What we saw blew us away,” he said.

When using the techniques of remote viewing, according to Taff, both past and future information are available, and it is possible to see information from a great distance. The evidence suggests that our brain, consciousness and space-time work in the same way. As part of the testing of remote viewing, Taff and his associates were given remote viewing “targetsand when they reported what they saw, they provided   information on Trident submarines. The tape recordings made of the remote viewing experiments were later confiscated by representatives of an unnamed intelligence agency because of the classified details contained therein. Taff and his group later performed additional work for intelligence agencies with mixed results.

Unfortunately, Taff said, when understanding the implications of remote viewing and the nature of time, one is forced to conclude that there is no such thing as free will. He offered a story by way of example. In college, he was working with a girl in the psych lab when he had a dream of her going home and being involved in a car accident. In the dream, he saw a driver he thought was himself, so he broke off the relationship in the hope that he could change the future. The girl got involved with another man, and he was the driver in the accident that occurred. Nothing could alter the fulfillment of the precognitive dream, and thus the will of the participants was not free.

“I’ve lost a lot of friends and colleagues because of my work in this field,” Taff lamented, because they were frightened or put off by what he said or things that occurred in his presence.

Taff’s work on the case that became the novel “The Entity” brought him some degree of fame. In August 1974, he and some of his colleagues in parapsychology met a woman who said her house was haunted and that she had been repeatedly raped by ghosts. Taff wrote a big “P” on her report form, meaning he considered it a psychiatric case. Then the woman’s neighbors started seeing things. A skillet flew out of a cupboard. The bedroom felt like it was refrigerated, but it wasn’t. There was an odor of decaying matter. A green light double the size of Taff’s fist appeared and slowly turned into the form of an upper torso. When it disappeared, two of Taff’s assistants passed out.

The team later sealed off the rooms to prevent any light from coming in and prepared a grid on the walls so they could pinpoint any strange things that happened. They shot hundreds of frames of film that showed nothing unusual, but everyone saw things in the room during the filming. The team members wrote down their observations before conferring together and found that their stories matched when they discussed them.

Taff helped write the eventual novel “The Entity,” saying that not everything in the book actually happened. He appears as the slightly fictionalized character “Gene Kraft.” A movie starring Barbara Hershey and Ron Silver was released in 1983. A capsule recounting of the plot is included in “Leonard Maltin’s Movie Guide” that reads, in part, “A woman is raped repeatedly by a giant, invisible mass. Her psychiatrist thinks it’s all in the mind until parapsychologists set a trap for the critter.”

There is an article posted on Taff’s website at http://barrytaff.net entitled “The Psi-UFO Connection: What On Earth Is Going On?” In it, Taff writes of a rather fascinating yet obscure relationship between paranormal experiences and UFO encounters.

“Why is it that many CE-III’s and IV’s have paranormal fallout following the event?” he asks. “Why is it that certain people who have frequent paranormal experiences are more likely to experience a UFO encounter?”

Taff goes on to say that it is obviously not scientifically valid to try to explain one phenomenon by recourse to the other, but there is a “longitudinal continuity” between the two kinds of events that may one day help to explain them both.

In his lecture to CERO International, he offered the case history of Judy, another woman with whom he was romantically involved. There is a more detailed version of the story in the aforementioned article on his website.

“I met a beautiful girl on Valentine’s Day (1977) while investigating a case in the mid-Wilshire district of Los Angeles,” Taff writes. “This girl was so physically stunning to me that it was impossible to stop staring at her.”

The case he was investigating was a very weak one and no follow up work was done. But he and Judy ended up in a very intense relationship. As time passed, there were repeated episodes of RSPK (Recurrent Spontaneous Psycho-Kinesis) activity culminating in “a large glowing sphere of light emerging from the lumbar region of her back” while Taff was giving her a massage. The clocks in Judy’s condo would all frequently “desynchronize” and run at different speeds.

“All of this paranormal activity was kind of an added bonus to being in a relationship with her,” Taff writes. “At least I thought it was. Boy, was I wrong.”

Taff writes that they both felt it was a perfect relationship and that Judy turned out to be a gifted psychic who also worked with the psi training groups at the UCLA lab as well as on missing persons cases. Taff expected that he and Judy would be engaged within six months, but “fate had something else in mind.” He began to have repeated precognitive dreams in which he was given the message that their romance would end on July 22, 1977. The reasons for the split were never provided in the dreams.

He never told Judy about the dreams because she might misinterpret what he said as expressing a desire to leave her. The dreams stopped, and his happiness was restored. When July 22 came around, he had almost forgotten the dreams entirely. He awoke to find Judy beside him in bed, sobbing and shivering under the covers. She asked Taff why he hadn’t helped her the previous night.

When Taff asked her what she meant, she told him that she “had awakened to find the room brilliantly lit, but the lights were not on. She was levitated up out of the bed, eventually finding herself in a round, metallic-walled room where she was strapped to a metallic table around her wrists, neck, ankles and abdomen. There were tiny men who had skin like a snake or reptile and a face without ears or noses, with large black eyes, who were poking and prodding her everywhere, but especially in every bodily orifice.”

Judy could hear the little men speaking though their lipless mouths were not moving.

“They kept saying that they weren’t going to hurt her, even though that’s exactly what they were doing. The next thing she remembered was waking up in bed with me soundly sleeping next to her.”

Taff writes that he asked her if she knew anything about UFO abductions, which she did not. Although she was very interested in the paranormal, UFOs held no interest for her. Taff finally coaxed her out from beneath the covers and was shocked to find that Judy had bruises at her neck, waist, wrists, abdomen and ankles – consistent with her claim that she had been restrained on the metallic table. And she was bleeding from every orifice, bearing out her story that she had been poked and prodded in those same locations.

Judy subsequently had a complete breakdown, “becoming almost totally delusional with overt signs of dissociation. She never sought any help from anyone and she never, even marginally, recovered. She became a religious zealot, but of a very unusual type. Needless to say, our relationship ended on that day, just as my dream had predicted. From occasional contact with her over the subsequent years, she claims to have been re-abducted many times. It’s one thing to lose a potential mate, but not to something like this.”

At the CERO International lecture, Taff touched on another case that he also writes about in the same online article. He received a phone call in the mid-1970s from a local television network executive who complained about poltergeist activity in his home. Over time, he reported occasional luminous anomalies, disembodied voices, banging noises and problems with electrical items in the house. Both the executive and his family seemed “quite grounded, normal, stable and well-adjusted.” Eventually the man’s calls ceased. Then one night, while the man and his wife were on a road trip in northern California, they saw what they thought was a small, burning plane about to crash into the hills to their right.

“They drove up to where they assumed the plane had crashed,” Taff writes, “and after rounding a bend, they ran into a very unexpected sight. A shocking and terrifying visage to say the least. Sitting on the ground in front of them was a classic flying saucer, maybe 30 to 50 feet in diameter. And if that wasn’t difficult to enough to absorb, there were several diminutive humanoids in tight-fitting flight suits moving around the area around the saucer, as if looking for something. The beings were about four feet tall with grayish-brown skin, large, black almond-shaped eyes with no apparent nose or outer ears. Classic grays in every respect.”

Suddenly, several of the humanoids became aware of the man and his wife sitting in their car observing the scene. One of the creatures pointed a tubular-shaped object at the couple that emitted a bright light. The next thing the pair remembered was being back on the highway many miles away and several hours later.

After experiencing this classic abduction scenario, the two began to have   disturbing dreams about their missing time, most of which they were reluctant to discuss with anyone. They sought psychological counseling but were assumed by mental health workers to have both had a psychotic break, for which medication was recommended. The abduction experience was little known in the mid-1970s, so this response from the mental health community is not surprising, Taff writes.

The man and his wife began to experience strong emotional mood swings, indicative of dramatically altered personalities. They eventually divorced, with the husband becoming particularly volatile and erratic, which led to his leaving his lucrative job in television in a newfound state of anxiety, anger and bitterness. What had begun as poltergeist activity had progressed to an alien UFO abduction and left great misery in its wake.

“We’re dealing with something far more advanced than we are,” Taff added during his lecture, “and technology that is like magic to us.”

But change is not the goal in physical science, he said, pointing to the fact that hardly anyone in mainstream science takes these issues seriously. There exists an inverse correlation between belief and whether new ideas will work, he said. What the scientists say won’t work will and what they say will work won’t. Imagine what would happen if a vehicle was unveiled tomorrow that used an entirely new form of energy. We need what Taff called “a change in the way we perceive normality.”

UFOs are the most classified information the government has, he continued. Add gray aliens to the mix of our own racial and ethnic problems, and one can imagine the results. We should not fear an alien invasion so much as the problems we’ve created for ourselves.

Both psychic phenomena and UFO contact involve an energy of a type we don’t understand, Taff said toward the end of his lecture. Most people are not sensitive to it and can live a long time without ever having any experiences with it. Others are sensitive to it.

“It’s there,” Taff said. “It’s real. We are always a (central) part of the equation.”

[Dr. Barry Taff is the author of the book “Aliens Above, Ghosts Below.” The website for CERO International is at www.cerointernational.com  Sean Casteel has a website at www.seancasteel.com]

A Different Kind Of Psychic: Being A Medical Intuitive

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In human culture, when people are unique in some way; very talented, attractive, very famous, very rich and/or successful, people react to them rather differently than they do to normal people.  This quality of humanity is what makes celebrities out of singers, actors, directors, artists, athletes, etc.  Some writers are even looked upon as celebrities by those who really admire their work and follow it.

However, if what makes you unique is outside the boundaries of what makes other people unique as stated above, people may not beat a path to your door or listen to what you have to say.  In point of fact, they may run away in sheer terror.   At first, some might find you interesting, distinctive, intriguing, fascinating and appealing, until reality sets in, and then they run for the hills. (See end of article for something even stranger)

What would you do if you awoke tomorrow morning and suddenly had a super power that none of your friends or family possessed?  No, you cannot fly, nor are you invulnerable and do not possess super strength.  This super power is far subtler in nature.

Would you tell your family and friends about it?  Would you demonstrate it to them?  Would you risk being called weird or crazy?  And what if you eventually disclosed and demonstrated your ability to those around you and they literally ran away out of fear that you were either psychotic or inhuman?  Then what?  Well, as weird as this all sounds, I’ve actually lived with this exact problem ever since I was a very young child.

How many of you saw the Man of Steel movie last summer?  How many of you remember the scenes where young Clark Kent suddenly develops his X-ray vision while at school?

Well, I identified quite strongly with those scenes in Man of Steel, for I really did develop a rudimentary form of X-ray vision when I was very young, almost identical to the way it was depicted on-screen in the film, except I didn’t run off to hide in a closet and it was in full color as opposed to blue/sepia-tinted.  But it definitely has served to get me into trouble every so often.  In fact, there was a fascinating TV commercial for AXE “Bullet” men’s body spray that aired back in 2008 which featured a young man who was able to spontaneously peer through the outer clothing garments of women with ease.  Wow, did that bring back memories, as well as reminding me of some incredibly cool, electronic, instrumental music from The Seeds (Can’t Seem To Make You Mine) dating back to 1966.

I remember how it all started for me back at around eight or nine years old, where I’d suddenly be looking at someone and could literally see inside their body as if it were made of glass.  Thinking it was really interesting; I never really did anything to verify what it was I was seeing.   But that all changed a year or so later.

In the 5th grade at the age of ten, there were sporadic, but tantalizing episodes where it appeared that I could voluntarily look into and through people’s bodies, like a 3-D color X-ray.  I was way too cautious to ask anyone what it was I was actually seeing, so I naturally assumed that everyone could do what I could.  But that all came to a head in short order.

It was during recess in elementary school while playing some silly game in the courtyard that a blond, blue-eyed girl named Christine started walking towards me.  While looking in her direction my vision somewhat blurred for an instant and suddenly I could clearly see that beneath Christine’s sky blue dress was a large plastic bag attached to her side with a plastic tube running into her body.  What was I seeing?  I’d never seen anything like that before?

Naturally, I walked over to Christine to ask her what the bag and tube under her dress were for.  Christine turned beet red and began screaming, while she ran back into the school building to find our teacher.   It turned out that Christine had a colostomy and the bag and its tube were there for that reason.  But as a ten-year-old kid, who knew nothing about medicine, how could I understand what this was?

I was immediately dragged into the principal’s office in order to be chastised for either sneaking into the girl’s bathroom or somehow peering under Christine’s dress.   When I informed the principal that my X-ray vision suddenly turned itself on, he looked at like I was totally out of my mind.  He sternly warned me that my actions could get me suspended or even expelled from the school and put in jail.

As I was looking at the principal, I noticed that he had an appendectomy scar that never healed that well, I immediately informed him of this.  He stopped screaming at me and turned ashen white.  What I saw was a keloid, which I’d never heard of at the tender young age of ten.

The principal immediately called my parents in an effort to determine what the hell was going on.  All that my parents said in response to his questions were; “Yes, he can do that, but don’t ask anymore questions because we don’t understand it either and we simply choose to ignore it.”

With that, the principal once again sternly warned me that if another episode like this were to occur, I would be expelled from school and very likely arrested.   And while there were future episodes of my spontaneously turning itself on, I wisely never spoke of it again while at school.

It was now 1962 and I was in Junior High School when another aspect of my medical intuitive ability surfaced, one that literally knocked me off my feet.

Whenever a certain girl named Helene got within ten feet of me, I became very dizzy, light-headed and lost consciousness. There were several occasions where I wasn’t even aware that Helene was approaching me from behind, yet still I passed out.  As a thirteen-year-old, I wasn’t even aware of the fact that Helene was epileptic.  Nor would I have even understood what such a condition involved medically.  The school administrators and my parents were of course concerned that I might be ill as well as Helene. Fortunately, I was not.

When I first started working with Dr. Thelma Moss in 1969 at UCLA’s former parapsychology lab there was a young female research assistant named Alice who worked with her.   What was odd was that every time I was near Alice I’d start feeling nauseous, dizzy and light-headed, the same way I did around Helene years earlier.  What shock, I discovered that Alice was epileptic.   Needless to say, I kept my distance from Alice.

In fact, the formal, scientific study done on me by the late Thelma Moss, Ph.D., Herbert H.  Eveloff, M.D. and Alice Chang. M.A., “A Laboratory Investigation of Telepathy: The Study of A Psychic”, published in Behavioral Neuropsychiatry, Vol. 6, Numbers 1-12, pp. 71-80, April-December 1974—January-March 1975, showed clear and present evidence of my ability to remotely perceive what other people were physically feeling from quite a distance.  Moreover, there were recurring and very tantalizing telepathic as well as precognitive informational access displayed by me in this study.  Okay, so I’m psychic, then what?

It was extremely difficult for Drs. Moss and Eveloff to even find a peer-reviewed journal that would publish this study, as its results were a just a little too good for most to believe, which is why it took so long for it to be put into print.

Moreover, the neurophysiological data collected on me over the course of the study was so anomalous shall we say, (several EEG recordings on different dynagraphs averaged around 1,000 microvolts at 10 Hz., where normal is below 100 microvolts at around 12-20 Hz.) that even the aforementioned, publishing journal automatically assumed that the instrumentation used to collect such data must have been malfunctioning and in need of repair, which meant that the results were, at best, artifactual, and as such, they refused to publish that specific portion of the study.

Jumping forward in time to 1972, I was attending a rather posh dinner party in Hollywood and met a gentleman who was slightly older than myself by the name of David, who was interested in the research I was doing.  When I shook his hand upon meeting, I was suddenly aware that David had a rheumatic heart condition, as I could feel my heart felt as if it suddenly started beating in an arrhythmic manner.   I asked David if my perception was accurate, and he confirmed it.  Needless to say, I sat nowhere near him for the rest of my time at the party.

It was now 1973 and I had been working in Dr. Thelma Moss’s parapsychology lab for several years.   Visiting one of the lecture seminars the lab was giving was a beautiful 21 year-old co-ed named Carol.  With pitch-black hair and large, bright blue eyes, Carol reminded me of a short, Shirley MacLaine.  One thing led to another and we were eventually dating.  It was a great, perfect relationship in every way.  But fate had it’s own plan to short-circuit this romance.

About a month or so into the relationship, Carol and I were talking when I visually noticed that there was a small tumor in (not on) Carol’s left breast and I informed her of such.   She looked at me and very nervously said “What?  What are you talking about?”  “What tumor, where’s a tumor?”  I looked at her pointing to exactly where the tumor was within her left breast and that it was benign.   Carol worryingly replied, “How can you see a tumor inside me, what are you talking about, and how do you know it’s benign?”  I said that it didn’t have any calcium around it, so it must be benign.   She looked at me as though I was playing some kind of weird, sick joke on her, which I was not.   The matter was soon forgotten, until………….

Not long thereafter, when Carol finished her degree at UCLA, she got a job working for IBM and was given a full medical work up for her medical insurance benefits.   When the results of that workup came in, Carol went ballistic, as it revealed that she did indeed have a tumor exactly where I saw it to be and after a biopsy, it thankfully was determined to be benign.

As good as this news was, the bad news was that it validated what I told her some months earlier and Carol was very concerned and upset with what I was able to do.   Carol was terrified, as she now felt like she could have no secrets from me and that she would be nothing but a piece of glass around me (which in reality she was).  She couldn’t face the idea of coming home from work to greet me always wondering what little tidbit of knowledge about her inner self I might divulge at that moment.   Therein ended my relationship with Carol.  I thought I was trying to help her, but for some, such information (that they cannot control) is, in and of itself, very unnerving.

A few years later my mother approached me with a skeptical tone asking if I could psychically diagnose what was wrong with my father, her husband.  I first asked my mother if his problem was visually discernible, and she said no, it was not.  So I told her that I would do it.

I sat down next to my father on the couch and did my thing.  Immediately, I said that he was suffering from a hernia in his groin region.  Both my parents turned a little white and acknowledged that I was correct, but then my mother said that I must have guessed as to what it was.  I guessed?  I only said one thing and it was correct.  I did not mention or reference any other kind of medical problem my father might have had.   That was the last time my parents asked me to do such.

In the mid-1970’s I appeared on “Psychic Wonders with Christine Lund” on KABC-TV News for a week straight, where I diagnosed a different journalist each day for seven consecutive days.  The results were normal for me, where I was easily able to discern what was medically wrong with each newscaster on each day (recorded in advance). 

However, what wasn’t normal for me was the utter lack of response from anyone, that is, no phone calls or letters to the old UCLA parapsychology lab regarding what I did.  It was somewhat odd, in that I expected there to be some type of reaction other than the lack of one. 

No wait, there was one reaction, and that was from my parents, who were extremely embarrassed by my appearance on KABC News, and their friends who also saw me on the news and simply assumed I was nuts, which they already believed.  Perhaps the lack of public response was because I didn’t spew the normal crap of exclaiming that what I was doing was the result of my channeling of some long dead physician.  The only reaction I ever really learned about other than what’s just been stated, was that UCLA,, it’s medical center and the old Neuropyschiatric Institute where our lab was located, had a very negative reaction which was part of the lab’s demise.  For more on this matter, go to another blog on this site entitled “Legacy’s End”, which is all about our old lab in some detail.

In 1983 a good friend of mine, filmmaker Jose Escamilla, set me up on a blind date with a beautiful girl named Jodie. She was stunning, looking very much like Jane Badler, one of the evil alien leaders from the original “V”  TV series from 1983.  In fact, when we were dating, people would come up to her asking for her autograph as they thought she was Jane Badler.

So Jodie and I are having dinner at a restaurant in Sherman Oaks within the San Fernando Valley, and she eventually says “Jose said you were psychic, what kind of things can you do to prove such to me right now?”   My response was short and direct; “I can medically diagnose you if you’re interested?”   Jodie skeptically told me to go for it.

After a couple of minutes of focusing, I told Jodie that she had several problems.  The first was that she suffered from upper gastrointestinal disorder, a follicular cyst on her left ovary and endometriosis (a sloughing off of the intrauterine lining). Jodie simply looked at me shaking her head, as nothing I had just said meant anything to her.   I strongly suggested that she go to see her OBGYN and get checked out, which she eventually did.

Jodie got back to me some time later and verified everything I told her about her body.  Her OBGYN was of course very curious as to how I could tell her such things upon just meeting her.  He asked me if I was an MD and I said no, but I know a great deal about medicine due to my degree in psychophysiology.

I tried explaining what it is I do to him and he was very skeptical about it (what else is new?) and insecure, as he spent all that time in medical school and in practice to have someone like me come along and do what MD’s and tests normally do, but in seconds and totally non-invasive.

While my medical disclosures to Jodie did not end our relationship, her eventually becoming anorexic and bulimic eventually did.   Sad, as we did get along so very well and my being a medical intuitive didn’t seem to drive her away from me at all.  Her emotional problems and GI disorders did.

In early 1992 I met a stunning girl named Judy through common friends and we began dating.  Judy bore a striking resemblance to a shorter version of the actress Joan Severance.

Everything was fine until I started sensing that her health took a rapid nose-dive.   When I was around Judy I started feeling that her heart had a prolapsed mytral valve, that her upper lungs were starting to become impaired and that early menopause had started.   When I mentioned this to Judy, she was totally unaware of what was going on, but as she starting to feel kind of weak and sick most of the time, so she went to get a full checkup.

After visiting her physician, Judy discovered that my diagnosis was indeed correct, and therein ended the relationship as I was feeling her symptoms as if they were my own, and she had become way too ill to even think about being involved with anyone.

In 1994 I was hired to do some engineering tech writing for the development of an early form of photonic computing system and ancillary elements.  I met the owners of the company and the engineer they were already working with, a man in his mid-thirties named Mark.

As I approached Mark to shake his hand I once again felt disoriented and light-headed, as if I were about to pass out.  When I shook his hand, I almost passed out.  What a surprise, Mark’s was epileptic.  During the course of our working together I made it a point to stay at least ten feet away from at all times.

In the spring of 1999, an old girlfriend named Linda just dropped in on me after more than fifteen years.  She looked fantastic, as if she hadn’t aged at all.  No lines, no wrinkles, no fat.   While we were talking outside I clearly saw what looked like a giant jellyfish all over Linda’s upper chest. She was wearing a halter-top, as it was quite warm, therefore her upper chest was exposed. While moving slightly closer to her I started to ask what that was on her chest, but then I understood that it wasn’t on her chest, it was within it………..breast cancer.

Immediately, I told Linda to go and have some mammograms done to find out what was going on with her chest.  Even though Linda knew me from about 1974 and was well aware if what I do, she chose to either ignore my comments or simply not respond.

Several months later Linda called to inform me that she did have mammograms done and revealed the both her breasts were riddled with tumors.  She had a double mastectomy and reconstructive surgery as a result.

It was summer 2008 and I was attending a screening of The Dark Knight at the Director’s Guild Theater on Sunset Blvd. in West Hollywood.   I was meeting a longtime friend there I knew from back in the mid-1970’s at UCLA.  The fact that we drove separately to the event was going to be a significant part of the evening’s events.

Loren and I met inside, we were soon seated, and shortly thereafter the movie began.  I was deeply involved in what was on the screen, but suddenly I was distracted by sharp, burning and cramping pains in my bladder.  What was going on?  I’ve never had any problems with my bladder before.

Within a matter of minutes, Loren received an emergency cell phone call from her daughter and had to leave the screening, while I stayed behind.  Before she left, I asked Loren if she needed my assistance in the matter and she said it wasn’t necessary.

Most interestingly, once Loren had gone, so was the pain coming from my bladder.  How odd.   It wasn’t until the next day when I spoke with Loren that I learned that she had a really bad bladder infection at the time as I was sitting right next to her, and as we’d been out of contact with each other for more than 25 years, she had no way of knowing about my sensitivity to such medical matters.

I guess that in the future I should ask people I’m with if they’re experiencing any medical problems before even sitting down next to them in the theater, as some years earlier while attending a movie in Century City, I started feeling pain in my right kidney for no apparent reason while sitting next to a total stranger and asked the friend sitting on my right if it was his problem.  It was not, but the man, a total stranger, sitting to my left overheard me and commented that he was having problems in this right kidney.   OMG!

Fourth of July weekend of 2013, and one my friends and colleagues was in town and wanted to introduce me to his new girlfriend and her children.  I knew nothing of Susan or her kids, but that was all about to change as my friend had asked me to do a medical intuitive reading on them.

Upon looking at Susan’s 8-year-old son, I saw what was probably the most unusual image I’ve ever seen in my many years of doing such readings. Put very bluntly, it appeared that the frontal lobes of his brain were simply missing, as the space was completely dark and vacant.  It was almost as if a balloon had deflated within the boy’s head, leaving that part of his skull empty.   What the?

It turns out that Susan’s son has cortical encephalopathy (cortical encephalitis), wherein the disease totally atrophied and then destroyed his frontal lobes, exactly what I saw with my most interesting vision.  His mother didn’t even know what to say to me, except to ask my colleague whether or not he informed me as to her son’s condition, which he did not.

I then moved my head and began looking at Susan and beheld an equally disturbing site.  Susan’s lungs looked like really old, dark brown paper bags with large black spots throughout them.  As I was having difficulty breathing, it was evident to me that Susan had been a very heavy smoker, but that she also suffered from COPD.  Susan nodded her head in confirmation.

My problem is that I cannot turn this ability off, and believe me I’ve tried.  I can turn it on with great ease and use it until the cows come home, but I cannot prevent it from functioning in that I will often feel it, even if I do not see it with my X-ray vision.

Back in 1980, I met an attractive girl named Sheila while teaching parapsychology at Beverly Hills High School Adult Education.  She invited me to dinner at her house in West Los Angeles.

Instead of sitting directly across from her at her table, I was seated immediately to her right but on the table’s thin edge.   After eating, I happened to glance towards her and noticed that she was wearing some kind of jeans, but I also was able to see that she had really strange pigmentation on the skin of her thighs, even though her jeans were full length, so I casually mentioned it her without giving it a second’s thought.  Sheila turned beet-red, immediately stood up at the table, ordering me to leave, which I did.   Oh well, I was only 31 years old back then and still hadn’t learned to sometimes bite my own tongue.

In 2006, while getting my yearly physical checkup at my internist’s office, I once again did what I did above without giving my words a second thought.  When the doctor approached me to take my blood pressure, the first thing out of my mouth was to ask if he’s having problems with his lumbar region.   I then said that he’s been having upper respiratory problems as well.  That was followed, by my asking him if he was about to retire soon.  His eyes grew quite large in response to my comments.  But then came the clincher.  I asked him if he drove a black on black Lexus SC 430.

My physician was dumbstruck as he knew nothing about me other than my medical condition and that I was was kind of stoic and unemotional.  However, he confirmed my diagnosis of him and the fact that he did drive the exact car I had just mentioned.   He immediately left the room as if I had shot him in the ass with a BB gun, and asked one of his associates in the office to finish examining me.  He retired shortly thereafter.

On Thursday, May 8th of this year, I met a young lady for lunch that I hadn’t seen in more than a year.  I originally met this woman at the 2012 Auto Show in Los Angeles, where she was working as a model promoting some automotive product.  We had only met on one other occasion in 2013, and I knew almost nothing about her or her personal life.  That was all about to change very suddenly though.

Upon meeting, we hugged for a moment, and my head suddenly felt like it was about to explode, horrible global pressure throughout my skull.  When we let go of each other and moved apart, the pain somewhat diminished.  We sat down to order our lunch and then she came over to my side of the booth to show me photos of her son and their cats.  The instant she was right next to me, the pressure and pain in my head started once again, and this time, it felt like I was going to either throw up or lose consciousness.  But I didn’t, as she moved back to her side of the booth.  What was this?  This girl was less than half my age and looked perfectly healthy.

While we’re eating and talking, I suddenly felt like I’m experiencing hypothermia as I started shivering very intensely.  Why was I shivering?  The restaurant was not cold or hot, and I was wearing a light jacket.  The shivering persisted as the sense of bodily hypothermia grew even stronger.  The girl was looking at me rather oddly, for she had no idea as what was going on, and neither did I.  After this painful and hypothermic onslaught, we both agreed that it was best to end our lunch immediately.  Foolishly, we again hugged before leaving each other, and this time, the cerebral pain was excruciating and I immediately pulled away from the woman.  Once I moved a considerable distance away from her and was back in my car, I felt fine.

Several hours later, I discovered why I had felt what I did when near this beautiful woman.  Where to begin?

Apparently, she’s suffered crippling, chronic migraines since the age of ten (she’s now 28), which often caused her to throw up and black out.  She also has chronic insomnia as well as a strange form of hypothermia where her extremities, hands and feet, are always ice cold to the touch, and often, her entire body is equally frostbitten as she describes it.  The only time in her life when her migraines, insomnia and hypothermia vanished, was when she was pregnant with her son.

Well, needless to say, I will never be in the immediate presence of this young woman again.  And as insane as all this is, if we had become romantically involved, despite our age difference, I might have very likely died being that close to her physically for any length of time.  I suspect that no medical examiner would have been able precisely determine what caused me to suddenly die while making love.  The whole damn thing is downright frightening the way my body reacts to the presence of physically ill individuals.

Okay, so we’re all aware of the fact that I can do things that most other people can’t?   Why and how?  Those are the real questions.

I’ve heard of a few other people who can do pretty much the same thing that I do, with some differences.

However, I have only met one of person in my life who is a true medical intuitive.  His name is Jack Rourke (jackrourke.net), and has been my friend and colleague since early 2007.   I’ve seen his incredible ability at work, and it’s truly remarkable for a man as young, normal and grounded as he is.

Can people be taught to do this particular thing?  I haven’t the foggiest idea, although I knew from my own research that some people have a higher level of inherent psychic potential that can be honed to a fine point with the proper training and the use of positive reinforcement and feedback.  This is discussed in detail in another blog on this site, “Learned Psi: Training To Be Psychic”.

Bottom line here is that everyone’s mind goes after different types or kinds of information that it’s subconscious and unconscious find meaningful and relevant.  It’s hard to re-condition a mind once it has learned to seek out and search for information that is very need relevant to its emotional wants and desires.

So if any of you have desires to be different in this sort of way, you’d better give it a second, third and fourth thought, as it could turn many people away from you for all the wrong reasons.

A final example of just how odd this type of life can be is, the response I recently received from a well-known, New Age guru in Malibu.  He asked a good friend of mine, a writer and producer who’s known me for forty-one years, if I do any kind of readings.  My friend told the guru that I only do medical intuitive readings and criminal readings (as I really hate it when people prey upon others in any way).

The guru’s response was quite telling, “Oh no, nothing that serious, never, that will scare the hell of out people.”  The only type of readings this guru wanted me to do were ones that dealt with relationships and closing big business deals.   My response was “Who cares?  I’m trying to improve people’s lives by keeping them physically healthy and preventing them from being harmed by criminals.”

Oh well, each to their own.

What you’ve just read is but a very small tip of an extremely large iceberg.

And in the end, one question remains.

Why did I develop this type of ability that is so precisely honed?

P.S.  If you think that possessing certain volitional paranormal abilities might somewhat unnerve and frighten others, just wait until you read my newest blog entitled “Retroactive Terror: Your Past Will Come Back To Haunt You”, published elsewhere on this site early 2015.  There’s an even more potentially disruptive aspect of being involved with the paranormal for a very long time.  This problem can quite easily end your very existence without directly killing you.  What you’re going to learn is far more life threatening than anything you’ve ever read about before.

 

 

 

Legacy’s End

 

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Many people are curious as to what the real story was regarding UCLA’s former parapsychology lab, not a department, which existed from about 1967 through 1978.

This lab was located on the fifth floor within the former Neuropsychiatric Institute [NPI] (now the Semel Institute) at UCLA’s Center for the Health Sciences.  In many ways it was a clearinghouse for various researchers and scientists to visit and share data, conduct their own research or participate in ours. Each member of the lab sort of did their own “thing” in relationship to the lab’s operations.

The director of UCLA’s parapsychology lab was Dr. Thelma Moss, a clinical psychologist by training.  She initially began conducting studies of extrasensory perception (ESP), hypnosis, healing, alternative medicine, and the investigation of hauntings and poltergeists.. Dr. Moss received great accolades and academic respect for her pioneering research efforts and the contribution such made to the neonatal science of parapsychology.  She was a brilliant, accomplished and dedicated medical psychologist and parapsychologist.

Interestingly, Dr. Moss started her adult life, not in academia, but in the entertainment industry as an actress and screenwriter writer under her maiden name Thelma Schnee.  One of the films she co-wrote was Colossus of New York (1958), which starred Mala Powers, Otto Kruger and Ross Martin.

The story dealt with the transplantation of a human brain (Martin’s) into a large, menacing robot with an extraordinarily massive head.  The robot soon develops a rather evil personality and, somewhat prophetically, supernatural/paranormal powers.  Given the era that this film was produced in, that of low-budget sci-fi/horror films, it was quite well made for it’s time.   After the death of Thelma’s husband, almost immediately following the birth of their daughter, she went back to school to earn a doctorate in clinical psychology.

My involvement with the lab and Dr. Moss began as a research assistant and as a subject.  There was a formal study conducted on me starting in the fall of 1969 that was later published in a medical journal, “A Laboratory Investigation of Telepathy:  The Study of A Psychic” by Thelma Moss, Ph.D., Herbert H. Eveloff, M.D. and Alice Chang, M.A., in Behavioral Neuropsychiatry, Vol. 6, Numbers 1-12, April-December 1974-January-March 1975, pp. 71-80.

It was extremely difficult for Drs. Moss and Eveloff to even find a peer-reviewed journal that would publish this study, as its results were a just a little too good for most to believe, which is why it took so long for it to be put into print.

Moreover, the neurophysiological data collected on me over the course of the study was so “unique” shall we say, that even the aforementioned, publishing journal automatically assumed that the instrumentation used to collect such data must have been malfunctioning and in need of repair, which meant that the results were, at best, artifactual, and as such, they refused to publish that specific portion of the study.

Following the study, I stayed on and eventually became a research associate, which is a more dedicated and integral member of the lab, from which I started conducting more of my own research as described herein and elsewhere on this site.

However, after reading Psychic Discoveries Behind the Iron Curtain by Ostrander and Schroeder in 1971 and meeting Kendall Johnson shortly thereafter, who brought in his own homemade Kirlian photography apparatus, Dr. Moss totally changed her interest and orientation toward parapsychological research, as she erroneously assumed, as did almost everyone else, that Kirlian photography was indeed the human aura.

Dr. Moss became obsessed with this, then poorly understood corona-discharge photographic method and pretty much lost touch with her former parapsychological interests.   In the end, her compulsive obsession with Kirlian photography cost her her job and career, as she was ignoring her professional responsibilities at the NPI and not publishing the proper types of articles in the proper peer-reviewed journals.  You know the old phrase in academia “publish or perish”?  If one did not follow this tenant, they were toast in academia.

Dr. Moss was a very skilled clinical psychologist, but had no knowledge of photography, electronics, physics, electrophysiology or biophysics, and as such, she was totally out of her element in terms of investigating any paranormal linkage to Kirlian Photography.

Kirlian photography, for those who do not know of, or remember, is (and was), a high-voltage, very high-frequency, extremely low amperage processBioeletrografia-Kirlian that was applied to an electrode covered in a protective/insulating dielectric, in order to take pictures of what many originally thought was the aura.  That invisible, mythical part of ourselves that extends outward and carries within it who and what we are.   Unlike normal  photography, there’s no lens employed with this method.

The visually stunning color photographs generated by this method depicting people’s fingers, hands and plants, while intriguing to the eye, were not what they appeared to be.  These photos were so visually compelling, that many refused to look at the facts underlying them.  This was a situation where one only looks for evidence that support their own theories, which is not science.  Science is where your theory conforms to the data which supports it.

Unlike normal photography where one captures light reflected or emitted by the subject, Kirlian photography was totally dependent upon generating that high-voltage, low-amperage charge to run over the person or object in what’s known as the “skin effect”.  If the frequency was dramatically dropped and the amperage even marginally raised, you’d have been instantly electrocuted.  Basically, all the Kirlian photography was was attaching an old Tesla Coil to a timer and electrode plate.

As hardened scientists began examining and experimenting with this process, they discovered that it is little more than corona discharge, and is primarily mediated by the presence of moisture in or around the object being photographed.  While there appeared to be some potential applications for Kirlian photography as a non-destructive testing and evaluation method, it’s use in parapsychology was/is no more relevant than the old galvanic skin response (GSR) or an EKG.

A considerable amount of misinformation that sprang from Psychic Discoveries Behind the Iron Curtain, might literally have been a form of disinformation generated by our old cold war buddies within the Soviet Union?

Dr. Moss was an assistant professor of clinical psychology and she was finally promoted to an associate professor, but at the same time she was made an adjunct professor.   Essentially, this is equivalent to one step forward, two steps backwards.

She was eventually dismissed from her position at the NPI in late 1978, and she continued her work privately until she suffered a massive cerebral aneurysm in the late 1980’s requiring lengthy surgery and prolonged rehabilitation.  However, the severe physical damage and trauma to her brain left Dr. Moss in a mental state where she frequently confounded past and present, having almost no long-term memory and a severely impaired short-term memory.   Dr. Thelma Moss passed away on February 1st of 1997, at the age of 79.

On the other side of the coin, I was doing research on two fronts.  One aspect was in the lab, wherein I conducted psi training research groups from 1971 through 1980 (this matter is discussed in some detail in “Learned Psi:  Training to Be Psychic” on this site), and the field work of investigating ghosts, hauntings, poltergeists (The Entity and the Holly Mont cases, the stories of which are both found elsewhere on this site).  Both of these endeavors yielded considerable evidence in terms of our better understanding the nature of psi at many levels.

Many things led to the demise of our lab, chief among these were the following events which apparently attracted way too much media attention for UCLA in general and the NPI in particular.

It began with a rather lengthy, tongue-in-cheek article, “Ghost Watch In Hollywood”, on the front page of the Los Angeles Times View section on June 2nd 1976, dealing with the Hollymont haunting case (see chapter one “A Haunting Thought” of my book, Aliens Above, Ghosts Below: Explorations of the Unknown and The Hollymont Haunting: As Good As It Gets, elsewhere on this site).

This lead article mentioned the lab, Dr. Thelma Moss, Dr. Gerald Shure from psychology department on campus, myself and my colleague at the time. The reporting could have been far better in terms of its attitude, but also could have been much, much worse in painting all of us as nut jobs and lunatics.  This article attracted a great deal of attention at all levels, and was strike one against us.

Strike two occurred when our lab was visited by Eye on L.A. from KABC-TV, where they did a lengthy piece on both Gaynor and myself related to our field research.  That show was entitled “Ghost Hunters” and was the first time that holography was used in such an illustrative way in terms of its seemingly obvious relationship to ghosts and apparitions.  The show was nominated for an Emmy for its unique visual presentation.   This show generated even more publicity for the lab, which was not a good thing.

A few months later, yours truly was featured in another KABC-TV News show, “Psychic Wonders with Christine Lund”.  In this seven-part series, which ran daily for one week, I was using my medical intuitive ability to diagnose various members of the KABC-TV news staff on camera.  Apparently, I was very accurate in my diagnosis of the various news staff members.

Strike three, we were out!

In what seemed rather odd, I received absolutely no reaction or feedback regarding this final KABC appearance, at least no reaction I was aware of.

Behind the scenes however, there was a very strong reaction, where a bubbling cauldron of embarrassment, humiliation, anger, worry, concern and literal paranoia on the part of the powers that be at UCLA and the NPI specifically was brewing.

Adding considerable fuel and fool to this simmering pot, was the fact we (the lab) were actually teaching a ten week parapsychology course at UCLA Extension division from 1974 through 1976, for three quarters out of four, for each of those years.

These classes were held in Moore Hall 100, the largest lecture facility on campus back in those days (aside from Royce Hall).  The attendance was absolutely massive for each class, with standing room only in the 700-seat auditorium.  Needless to say, this level of response from the community and media was shooting even more holes in both our port and starboard sides.  We were sinking rapidly and weren’t even aware of it.

This proverbial shit was about to hit the fan, and the primary processed, precise manner of such was manifested in a most extraordinary way.

In early 1978 I had a very vivid dream about the lab.  In this dream, we’re all at the lab, Dr. Moss, Kerry, John and Francis as well as this author.

Suddenly, the head of the NPI, Dr. West, walked in and began talking about his dislike of the work we were doing.  In the midst of his ranting, the entire room began to violently shake, as though we were suffering a major earthquake.

As the shaking continued, the room felt as though it was falling and the entire building was collapsing beneath us.  We all attempted to grab onto something in response.  Then, the shaking and falling sensations abruptly ceased.  These motions were now replaced by others, that of moving horizontally.

All of our attention was immediately drawn to the lab’s windows facing west.  We were indeed moving horizontally.  However, there was an odd wooden plank of sorts upon which sat the rotted corpse of a woman.  To her right, was the rotted and mangled corpse of a large German Shepard.

Upon seeing these bizarre “corpses”, Dr. West let out a loud scream.  He told us that the woman sitting upon the plank was his dead sister and that the dog was her old German Shepard that was also dead.

Then the room’s motion entirely ceased.  I opened the only door the lab had and stepped out into what should have been the hallway.  Surprise!  No hallway, no building.

The image we were presented with was right out a horror movie.  We were now outdoors.  Under a brilliant full moon, the ground appeared as moist, dark, freshly turned earth, with a subtle shrouding of fog hanging over it.  Immediately before me were crude wooden steps that led down towards the ground.

Once upon the ground, I turned back and was shocked to discover that our lab’s room had turned into a early-to-mid 19th century funeral coach with glass walls and candled lights at each corner.  Sitting atop the driver’s bench was the rotted corpse-like woman with the mangled German Shepard.

I asked our “corpse driver” what all this was.  She or it, immediately answered, “I’ve brought you here to bury you because you’re dead.”   How nice of her to inform me of such.

I immediately awoke covered in sweat with a feeling that my heart was about to explode out of chest.  Can you say high anxiety night terror?

Words cannot convey my emotional reaction to this dream. It goes without saying that my first thought was that perhaps there would be a major earthquake and the entire NPI would collapse causing all of our deaths.  Not a pleasant thought.

After I had some time to logically and rationally think about the dream, there was a far more likely possibility that what I perceived was a horror-laden, melodramatic metaphor of our lab dying.

Of course, I had no way of knowing which of these interpretations was correct, although the second one seemed more likely.  I discussed my dream with Thelma, and she too thought it was little more than my insecurities about the lab’s future producing a fearful dream.

While this may have been partially correct, all of us in the lab were well aware of how Dr. West, the NPI’s officials and UCLA’ administrators in general, felt about our work.

Even in those early years, there was the formal, academic concern over political correctness.  Therefore, we all knew that we, and the lab, were living on borrowed time so to speak, as we had access to all the facilities and services of a conventional lab without any funding whatsoever.

I did formally look into filing research grant requests with the National Science Foundation (NSF) and the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH).  As it turned out, both of these governmental agencies were somewhat interested in the laboratory work I was doing in learned psi, as were various other intelligence and military agencies referenced in my blog entitled “Learned Psi: Training to Be Psychic”.

However, UCLA and the NPI in particular, wanted nothing whatsoever to do with being formally and publicly associated with parapsychological research, as such would have surely been political suicide, even back in those halcyon times.  UCLA and the NPI made it very clear to me and the rest of us, that they would not allow or condone such efforts.

On the other hand, Dr. Moss had no interest in even filling a grant applications as she knew all the inherent problems associated with such procedures and the inevitable fallout related to it.  This scenario was the essence of a “Catch-22” situation, where no matter what we did, we would lose.  Thus, our fate was sealed.

Anyway, back to the story.

I did not totally subscribe to Thelma’s belief that my dream was nothing more than my subconscious fears regarding the lab’s inevitable demise, as it was common knowledge to all concerned that the lab’s days were numbered.  The possibility of our lab’s imminent death was no more on my mind at that moment in time that at any other.

After the passage of several days and then weeks, I pretty much forgot about this bizarre dream, and perhaps for good reason. Several weeks’ later Dr. West made an unexpected visit to the lab.  I’ll bet you can guess what happened next?

Dr. West proceeded to tell us that our lab would be shut down and its space given to others who had funding available that would pay for the requisite facilities and services we were getting free of charge.  Well, I guess nothing lasts forever, does it?

As Dr. West was leaving the lab I asked him if I could speak with him for a moment and he agreed.  I do not know what gave me the courage to ask Dr. West if he has a sister, but I did.  His reply was very enlightening.

Apparently, he did have a sister.  Naturally, given the content of my dream, I had to ask, “What do you mean, did?  He said that she died some time ago.  My immediate follow up to his reply was, “May I inquire as to what caused her death?”  “She suffered a protracted death from cancer which wasted most of her body”, the doctor said.  My immediate reply to Dr. West was to give my condolences. He thanked me, but then asked why I asked about his sister and I told him that someone had mentioned it to me some time ago and I was curious.

As I might never again have an opportunity to speak with Dr. West in such a casual manner, I quickly asked him one last question.  “Did your sister have a dog?”  West looked at me very strangely, cocking his head to one side, probably trying to figure out why I was asking such obscure questions of him.

He thought for a moment, finally answering.  “Why yes, she used to have a dog.”  I immediately followed up with, “What breed of dog?”,  “A German Shepard, he responded.  “What happened to that dog?” I asked.  Again, Dr. West looked at me as though I was a police detective conducting an intense interrogation of a suspect.

However, the good doctor answered my final question in saying that his sister’s German Shepard was killed in a violent auto accident many years before she herself passed.

I thanked Dr. West for his time and he walked away, never suspecting the real reason I asked such bizarre questions of a literal stranger.  Had I told him of my dream, he very likely would have thought that I belonged in the NPI as an inpatient, as he was extremely skeptical about such matters.

Having learned what I just did, it was obvious that my dream had a very common form of distortion called “primary process”.  In layman’s terms, this is a method by which our subconscious mind colors or modifies information going to our conscious mind that might otherwise be too painful or difficult to deal with.   Primary process distortion could be looked at as the noise as related to the signal.

Obviously, the thought of our lab closing was one that was far too painful for my conscious mind to deal with, so my unconscious cleverly cloaked it with the melodrama of a low-budget, Roger Corman, horror movie. This is certainly preferable to dying during an earthquake while in the lab, isn’t it?

This type of distortion is extremely common when dealing with paranormal perception.  In fact, it’s very rare when such does not occur.

Given the fact that some thirty-five years have passed, if you now call UCLA or the Semel Institute and question anyone there about our old lab, the reply is simple and direct, “There was never such a lab anywhere on campus”.

And as the Extension division does not have records going back that far, there’s no proof that we even taught parapsychology anywhere on campus at any time.

And even though stories about our lab appeared once in the UCLA Monthly and three times in The Daily Bruin, the school’s newspaper (although there was a piece on the lab published there in 2010, but they conveniently avoided mentioning the fact that the two of us [Taff & Gaynor] were also students on campus during that same period), numerous times, they too have not kept files or records regarding such stories going back that far in time.  At least that’s what they claim.

Thus officially, we never existed as far as UCLA is concerned, but that really doesn’t surprise me given their utter embarrassment of our presence and the passage of such an amount of time, as literally everyone we knew way back when is either no longer there, or has passed away.   I’m sure that this is the way the university would like it to remain, and I do not really blame them given all the junk-science paranormal unreality shows currently on television and online.

It’s odd how sensitive universities were to this matter some four decades ago and lengths they went to hinder and stifle research in this field.  However, even after the end of what was a real legacy, some of us continue our own research but now in the public sector, although some were discouraged at the loss of such a great facility in the midst of an incredible university and teaching hospital.

In the final analysis, all things must end, in order for other things to begin anew.  There may never be another facility like this on earth in my lifetime, but that doesn’t mean that it’s memory and the shining hope of faith it generated in all us will not live on long beyond our years.

I truly do not know what I would have done with my life and where I’d be today had it not been for the lab and the foundation it offered all of us in terms of organization, learning, evolving and growing.

There is no “what if” when it comes to this lab.  There was only what was and is.

Thank you for being there to help nurture and guide us along into this most intriguing and fascinating adventure of life in all its mysteries.

 

Learned Psi: Training To Be Psychic

 

 

Is it possible to take normal, healthy, emotionally stable people who do not think they’re psychic, and haven’t really had any prior experiences to their knowledge, and train them to become functionally, reliable psychics?

YES and NO.

That is, it appears that everyone may have some latent psychic potential that can be developed and honed with the right type of positive feedback and reinforcement.

However, it’s crucial that such feedback occur very close in time to when the person makes a correct or incorrect statement, otherwise it will have little, if any, effect.  In order for this learning paradigm to function properly, a person must slowly come to recognize what internal feelings and sensations are associated with accurate paranormal information (signal) access as opposed to inaccurate information, a.k.a. primary process distortion and fantasy (noise).

I suspect that only a very small percentage of the population, maybe between five and ten percent, possess such inherent faculties that are consistently demonstrable.

This is somewhat comparable to sports in that most people can occasionally participate in some kind of sport when young, but few have the strength, stamina, endurance, reflexes and coordination necessary to become a professional athlete in any given sport.

As I’m really into motorsports like Formula 1 and American Le Mans road racing, let’s just look at that particular event for a direct analog.

While everyone can essentially drive a car, few could tolerate the extremely high g-loading forces on the neck and arms, where your body would suddenly feel like it weighs four to five times it’s weight.  Even fewer would have the stamina, endurance, depth perception, reflexes and hand, eye, foot coordination to be competitive in such a grueling physical sport.  But this doesn’t mean that one cannot learn things to improve their driving skills on the road.

Our psi training groups were held at UCLA’s Neuropsychiatric Institute (NPI) [now the Semel Institute] on Wednesday nights from 1971 through 1980.  These training groups, applied positive feedback and reinforcement incorporating a free-verbal response (FVR) as opposed to forced-choice method, as a learning paradigm to enhance and train paranormal perception.

Put more simply, we were attempting to teach people how to differentiate and distinguish between normal fantasy and/or cognitively processed thoughts and informational input from sources that are non-localized from them in space and time, e.g. ESP.

In those halcyon times, these perceptions were referred to as telepathy, clairvoyance, precognition and retrocognition, as opposed to the all-encompassing “remote viewing” nomenclature of today.  A rose by any other name.

Over the first few years, we had numerous recurring visitors from the CIA, Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA), Office of Naval Research (ONR), Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI), the National Security Agency (NSA), National Reconnaissance Office (NRO), Defense Language Institute (DLI) and the Defense Advanced Research Project’s Agency (DARPA) as they became very interested in what we were doing and had already achieved.

Initially, we had no knowledge whatsoever of who these recurring visitors were or where they were from until the sessions were completed (a single blind condition).

On one particular early visit, our group was simply given the first name of a man.  We suddenly began describing very specific details of a new nuclear ballistic missile submarine and it’s new, highly accurate, long-range missiles.

When the feedback part of this session was reached and the room lights we turned back on, we were witness to several men sitting there with their collective mouths hanging open with ashen white faces.  What in the hell was going on?

Of what they could reveal, our comments very accurately described many of the details for the new Trident ballistic missile submarine (a boomer) and its ten-MIRV’D, D-5 missile.   This was all highly classified, sensitive data that we could not have known or had access to.

I guess these visitors were impressed by what we did, as these military intelligence officers immediately demanded the surrender of the audio tape from that session and that we all sign national security oaths.  Needless to say, we complied.

Representatives of the various intelligence groups made repeated visits to our group over time to assure themselves that our success on that first night was not a coincidence or a trick.

After we demonstrated that what we were doing was real, demonstrable and reproducible, the various intelligence groups asked that we work with and for them in several capacities.

Sounded like an interesting and compelling proposition?

However, there was one unanticipated and insurmountable obstacle regarding this; UCLA.

Apparently, both UCLA and the NPI itself, were horrified at the thought of being formally, publicly and professionally linked to parapsychology, which was thought of at the time as pseudo-science and quackery by mainstream science, but especially by behavioral science.  Such an alliance could have been political suicide for a university dependent on public perception and regular endowments?

Isn’t it interesting that more than four decades later, and nothing’s really changed, has it?  Perhaps the fact that the NPI was already associated with psycho-surgery and orbital undercutting, was all the negative press it could tolerate?

Due to our unavailability dictated by university politics and damage control, the government’s focus shifted northward to Menlo Park, California.

After having conducted these groups for seven years, even the continued positive results we were achieving were now boring. You know, that been there, done that, sort of feeling.

More specifically, the ability of reaching into anothers mind or observing things at a distance, we now perceived as somewhat commonplace and ordinary.  Hard to believe, I know.

However, when there is high degree of success and continuity with such extraordinary research efforts, one tends to become jaded.  I guess that this attitude is just part of being human in that we begin taking things for granted.

In an effort to make things more interesting, we decided to attempt our first precognitive effort with this group.

We turned off the lights in the NPI’s C-floor observation/conference room and went through our normal progressive muscular relaxation procedure.  Once we had attained this hypo-metabolic state, we mentally focused on the “target” person of the next week’s first session.

In a way, the verbal reinforcements given during this part of this session were similar to what Christopher Reeve as Richard Collier in Somewhere In Time (Universal, 1980) verbalized when attempting to physically transport himself back through time.  Except of course, we didn’t expect to physically travel in time, and obviously we weren’t producing a fantasy film at the time either.

We began describing the “target” person as a tall, beautifully statuesque, blue-eyed blond girl dressed in a tan business suit.  We continued our verbalizations into the centrally placed, amplified, microphone within the otherwise sensory-deprived room as we clearly saw the specific number on the chair in which she was sitting (there were twenty-four chairs in this conference room, each of which was numbered).

As the session continued, we “saw” a very large mansion-like home, within which was a large baby-grand piano. Numerous bits of varying types of personal information continued to flow from our mouths for quite some time.  And then, silence.

Vocally piercing the darkened conference room, we all abruptly began describing a tall man wearing all black, with a black hat, black mask, a flowing black cape and an imposing sword.  I remember thinking, what kind of crap are we uttering?  The session ended and we didn’t give much thought to what we had just said because it wasn’t relevant yet.

It was now one week later and another group was about to begin.  However, on this particular evening, no guest member from the prior week was allowed to bring a visitor.  Any new participants on this night could only arrive through third parties who had not been in attendance for the last several weeks, i.e., through independent means.

When each new person arrived they were handed a sealed envelope with a number from one through twelve written on a piece of paper within it.  Once in the conference room, we rolled the dice and then asked all new visitors to open their sealed envelopes.  Whichever person’s number fit the dice roll was the randomly chosen target person for the first session.

We had all pretty much forgotten what we had said a week earlier, so when a statuesque blue-eyed, blond girl’s number matched the dice roll, we didn’t give it second thought.

I asked this stunning 19-yr old woman, named Toni, to replay the audiotape from the week before and if she heard any statements that directly related to her, stop the tape and comment on them. If the statements were incorrect, let the tape run without interruption.  Toni didn’t immediately understand what I just said, forcing me clarify this protocol again.

Toni listens, as voices clearly describe her appearance and clothing in detail as well as the exact number of the chair she is seated in.  Her look is one of astonishment, although the best was yet to come.  When she hears the specific description of the mansion in the hills with the baby grand piano, her eyes open even wider, as those data points were also correct.  But those could have been coincidence, couldn’t they?

However, then came what I believe to be one of the most fascinating pieces of precognized information that has ever been documented?  Let’s see if you agree.

When we finished our discourse on the black costumed man with the mask and sword, Toni let out a somewhat muffled scream.  There was hesitation in her voice and for good reason.

Toni looked at me and said: “How do you know who I am?”  My immediate response was to look at her while shrugging my shoulders, “What do you mean, who you are?”  Toni tells our group that her full name is “Toni Williams”.  We all looked at Toni with blank, expressionless faces, as we did not understand what she was referring to.  Who was Toni Williams?

Realizing that our group really didn’t know who “Toni Williams” was, she connected the dots for us.  Apparently, Toni knew all too well exactly who the masked, darkly dressed, swordsman was.  In fact, she knew him for her entire life.

The ornately costumed man turned out to be her father, Guy Williams, the actor who played Zorro in the Disney television series from the late fifties and early sixties. You might better remember Guy Williams from another TV series in the mid-sixties, where he played Professor John Robinson in CBS’s Lost In Space.

Guy Williams as "Zorro"
Guy Williams as “Zorro”

 

Toni was speechless and just a little frightened.  She looked at all of us as though we were beings from another reality.  She sheepishly asked when this tape was made and we told her exactly one week earlier.  However, Toni did not even know of, or that she was even coming to our group until several hours earlier that very day!

 

Toni’s question was a simple one. How could we have so accurately described her and her surroundings seven days earlier when she wasn’t even aware of us, or of our group?

Indeed, how could we have perceived such an event unless the information pertaining to it already existed?  What are the odds of us accurately describing such state specific information about an event one hundred and sixty eight hours before it occurred?

What’s the probability of our precisely describing the Zorro character as related to his daughter one week prior to her random appearance and selection as a target in our group?  A million-to-one? A billion-to-one?  A trillion-to-one?  Okay, let’s just say astronomical and leave it at that!  Does this event sound like we were randomly guessing as to the shape of things to come?

Guy Williams
Guy Williams

Believe it or not, there have been those individuals over the decades that actually believed that we somehow deduced or logically inferred the

information described herein.  Give me a break?

Needless to say, Toni never again returned to participate in one of our research groups, as her one experience with us was more than enough. I can certainly understand how unsettling such an unusual experience can be.  But then, as I think about it, maybe I can’t.

As we were all very impressed with our first foray into the future, we attempted to replicate our results several months later, little knowing what the full emotional impact of such accurately precognized information would have on some of us.

During this second attempt things went very differently though.  All any of us could “sense” was fire, and more fire.  We didn’t know why this was, but it certainly wasn’t worth getting all that upset over.  Well, at least, not until the next day.

On that following Thursday, while up in the lab on 2-South of the NPI, I heard the arrival of many fire engines.  Racing down to the C-Floor, I discovered that our conference room had apparently caught fire due to a shorting socket that sparked the drapes covering the room’s west-facing wall.  What a coincidence and shock (oops, there’s another pun).  And no, I did not start the fire myself to produce a self-fulfilling prophecy.

After these two successful treks into the future, several of our regular group members became depressed and starting having anxiety attacks about the possibility that the future is as immutable as the past, and that free will may be little more than an illusion.

My response to these reactions was simple, “Who cares!  We’re still going to live out our lives making daily judgments and choices without knowing the shape of things to come whether the future is random and open to change or predestined.”  For some reason, my attitude regarding such matters doesn’t seem to be shared by many others.  Why is that?

For some reason, I cannot as yet fathom the belief that reality is random and chaotic.  To me personally, my experiences and research strongly suggest that reality is finitely ordered and predetermined, and this belief gives me a sense of inner peace.

Maybe I just can’t accept the notion that anything as vast and extraordinarily intricate and complex as the universe could be the result of random, chaotic energy.  No way!  Or perhaps, I’ve had way too many precognitive experiences growing up, both in and out of the lab environment to believe otherwise.

Another fascinating incident occurred several years earlier when a semi-regular to our group, Janet, decided to act as a target for the first time, something she had always refused to do.   The room lights were extinguished, the microphones were turned on and target was given as a man’s first name, and the rest followed in short order.

Many of us started describing a large, expensive home in a very rustic and seemingly lush, forested area.  The home had very large, walls made of glass looking out into what seemed like trees and shrubs.  The kitchen was lined, quite oddly, with empty jars of Bac-O -Bits.   We then began trying to phonetically articulate this man’s last name.   While I am unable to provide his name due to privacy concerns as he was and still is quite famous,  our vocalizations were within about 98% of accuracy even though it’s a rather peculiar last name.

But that was nothing compared to what was about to come forth from our collective mouths.  We began vividly describing this man being brutally mugged by several people, it was quite horrible in its ferocity.   As we were quite sickened by what we just saw in our mind’s eye, we decided to stop the session at that point.  Turning the lights back on, we handed Janet the recorder controls and told her to play back the tape and respond accordingly.

This man was someone that Janet had been dating at the time, and he lived in a house almost identical to what we had just described, even down to the point of the empty jars of Bac-O-Bits lining the lower, exposed shelves in the kitchen.   When we learned of this man’s last name, it was truly astounding as to how close our pronunciations of it were.   But when Janet hit the part of her friend being mugged and she was emphatic that such an event had never occurred to either him or her.  At least that what she believed.

Several days later I received a rather frantic call from Janet while in the lab.  She informed me that on the very night she was participating in our group, her friend was up in the San Francisco Bay area, and was being viciously mugged at the exact time her session was transpiring in our lab.

But wait, if Janet did not know what was happening to her friend hundreds of miles away, then what was the source of our accurate psychic perceptions?

Several years later, one of our regulars, a director by the name of Steve (and no, not Spielberg), who bore a striking resemblance to an older, thicker featured Christopher Reeve, brought a female friend to our group by the name of Roberta.  She also volunteered to be a target.  Other than her first name we had no idea who she was or what type of unsettling event was about to occur.

Roberta simply gave us the name Al, and that was it.  We had no way to knowing who Al was or who he was related to Roberta.

In our sensory deprived room, we began describing him as being around 6’2″, rather stocky, with reddish-brown hair and blue eyes.  We went on to discuss that he had a very unusual voice and was extremely volatile and violent, where we saw him repeatedly beating Roberta and his eventually killing her.  As our comments were getting more and more disturbing in nature, we thought that it was best that we stop the session at that point.

With the lights on, Roberta took the recorder control and started playing the tape back.  She was visibly upset, and for good reason.

Roberta told us that Al was her husband, the actor named Albert Salmi, who was always cast as the heavy or villain.  If you’ve watched TV during the

Albert Salmi

last sixty years, you’ve certainly seen him in everything from Cheyenne, Bonanza, Alfred Hitchcock to three appearances on the original Twilight Zone series, two of the half-hour shows and one hour-long episode.

Remember the show entitled “Execution” (1960), where a man named Joe Caswell, is about to be hanged for murder in the wild west when he suddenly disappears from the hangman’s noose and appears within a time machine at the laboratory of Russel Johnson (the professor from Gilligans Island) in 1960?  Johnson utters one of the all-time great one liners “I know this isn’t very scientific, but I don’t like his looks”.

Caswell eventually kills Johnson’s character and ends up being strangled with a window-shade cord by a contemporary burglar.  The burglar then ends up wandering into the time machine which he accidentally activates, sending him back to the past where he end’s up materializing in the same hangman’s noose that Caswell began the show in.

Our physical description of Salmi was perfect, as were many other details of his life and living conditions.  Finally, Roberta gets to the end where we commented on Salmi’s volatile/violent nature.

Very reluctantly, she admitted that Al’s been chronically beating her for years and she fears that one day he will kill her.  As if this happened yesterday, we told here to leave Albert ASAP.  She looked at us as if to say “What, leave Al?”

More than twelve years later, on April of 1990, Albert Salmi, then 62, first shot his wife Roberta, then 55,  and then himself.

Back at our groups in the late ’70’s, Steve brings yet another guest to our group.   This time, it’s well known character actor who’s worked in both movies and television for decades.  You’d recognize his face and voice in a heartbeat.  Due to privacy concerns, his name will not be mentioned here, but let’s call him Robert.

Robert volunteers to be the target.  The protocols are followed and we begin uttering some very strange things in the pitch black room.  While we were clearly given the name of a woman, several of us simultaneously start commenting on the fact that this woman, was actually a man, a transsexual.

When we finished with the session, Robert began his commentary on our words as if nothing we said was at all relevant.  As Robert began verifying one thing after another, the tape finally came to the part where we discussed the altered sexuality of Robert’s friend, whom he lived with.

Once Robert heard what we had said, he turned red in the face, rapidly stood up from his chair and abruptly left the room, never to return.

Steve later informed us about Robert’s transsexual girlfriend, which then explained his rapid departure from our room.  This was probably the last thing that Robert ever expected us to pick up, which is why it occurred.

In what was now well known to us, the more deeply buried something was within the target person’s mind, the more likely it was to show up in our comments.  And, as part of the introduction to new group participants was to not censor yourself when verbalizing your thoughts, we freely spoke whatever thoughts entered our heads, and it was all too often quite accurate.

Perhaps the most unexpected and astonishing moments of this psi training program was when a girl by the name of Paula visited our group in late 1979.  Paula was a rather intense poltergeist agent who is discussed in my book Aliens Above, Ghosts Below: Explorations of the Unknown.  While her session was unremarkable in terms of its informational content, it’s visual component was most memorable.

While seated in our pitch-black room, a very large, bright red, luminous anomaly was emitted by her petite form.

This amazing visual display was about the size of an average human head and almost perfectly spherical in shape.  It rapidly shot out across the rather larger room and then just disappeared as if someone had turned off a light bulb.

Our entire group jumped in almost perfect unison upon witnessing this incredible fireworks-like manifestation, and several of us responded with a loud vocal reaction.

We immediately turned the lights on to find Paula crouched down and cowering in her chair, like a terrified 8-year old child.   She immediately got up and ran out of the room and the NPI, immediately driving herself home.  She never returned to the group, and I do not blame her.

Our psi training groups ran from 1971 through 1980 at the NPI.  Once the lab closed, we moved the groups to various off-campus office complexes in the Westwood area for several years and then into the home of one of our regular members.

The program finally ended in 1987, with over 3,200 separate sessions being conducted.   The qualitative and quantitative data collected was truly extraordinary and the evidence was overwhelming in terms of demonstrating a highly reproducible paranormal event on demand.

That’s why all the various government agencies were so damn interested in what we were doing.  We witnessed meteorological effects, tidal effects, as well as the far more subtle, yet pronounced, emotional ones.

I seriously doubt if I’ll ever again experience such a consistent level of controlled paranormal experimental results.

Those were the days.

What was learned and accomplished from this program was truly amazing.   That psi is both space-like and time-like, which in layman’s terms means that it is not affected by distance or time, in that it is indeed possible to access information regarding people and events that are not local to you in both time and space.

That there’s really no fundamental difference between telepathy, clairvoyance, precognition or retrocognition.   What we call such remotely accessed information entirely depends on where we are at the time we perceive it and where it appears to come from.  That is, if it comes from our past, we call such information retrocognition. If it comes from our future, we describe such perception as precognition.  If the information stems from a human mind at any distance, it’s classified as telepathic, and if such remotely accessed information is spatially displaced from us without the mediation of another mind, we call that clairvoyance.  In the end, it’s all little more than than remote accessing of information from our bodies without working through our normal sensory systems.

But most importantly, was that it is indeed possible to “train” some people to become psychic.  However, there is a major qualifier here.

Just as it is possible to improve anyone’s golfing score or auto racing skills, few will become professionals athletes in either sport.  Everyone comes to the party with an inherent or latent psychic potential.

On one side side of the bell curve are those people who with some training will become psychic superstars in the purist sense of the word.

On the other side of the curve are those people who are totally immune to any type of learning methods as their psychic potential is extremely low or non-existent.

In the middle of the curve, are those people who have occasional encounters with paranormal perception, but it’s almost random and mostly totally dependent on the specific situation, where emotionally stressful events are the trigger and mediator.

Additionally, each person who does positively respond to these methods seems to develop along different lines.  That is, our psychic perception is attracted to and repelled from information just as our conscious mind is.  This is a very subjective, need-relevant based mechanism, where we pay attention to those things that are very important to us and we’re attracted to, or repulsed from.  You could almost refer to this process as being related to the approach-avoidance mechanism spoken of in psychology.

One final word of caution here though.

We did have those situations wherein once someone’s consciousness was opened up to this data acquisition method, they began having problems mediating the process and turning it off.  And all too often, information was perceived that was very upsetting, unnerving and anxiety producing, especially if it dealt with matters that were out of the control of the recipient.

When this occurred, individuals would have severe anxiety or panic attacks, that occasionally resulted in serious emotional scarring.  I could write another entire book, based purely on the fallout experienced due to the lack of any proper coping mechanism such people had to this alteration of their perceptual abilities.  From developing a messianic complex, to religious zealotry, delusions of grandeur, paranoid schizophrenia, dissociative thinking and borderline personalities.   It’s was all there, and they were not that uncommon of a reaction to this process.

URGENT:  THE CONSCIOUSNESS ALTERING PROCESS BRIEFLY DESCRIBED HEREIN IS NOT A JOKE OR TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY.  IT IS A FUNDAMENTAL RESTRUCTURING OF THE WAY WE PROCESS INFORMATION BOTH WITHIN AND WITHOUT OF OURSELVES.  THIS CAN DRAMATICALLY ALTER ONES LIFE AND NOT ALWAYS IN THE MOST POSITIVE WAYS. 

IN WAYS FAR TOO DETAILED AND LENGTHY TO EXPLAIN HERE, SUCH SUDDEN AND PERHAPS UNFORESEEN CONSCIOUSNESS DEVELOPMENT CAN BE A TRAP, WHEREIN ONE PAYS MORE ATTENTION TO WHAT’S GOING ON INSIDE THEIR HEAD AS OPPOSED TO WHAT’S TRANSPIRING AROUND THEM IN THE REAL, PHYSICAL WORLD.  ADDITIONALLY,  THERE IS ALWAYS THE INHERENT PRIMARY PROCESS (NOISE) WHICH WILL CREATE DISTORTION, AS WELL AS AN ELEMENT OF REFABRICATION AND DENIAL. 

IN LAYMAN’S TERMS, THIS MEANS THAT THIS MECHANISM IS FLAWED WITH A RELATIVELY LOW SIGNAL-TO-NOISE RATIO IN MOST CASES AND DOES NOT WORK PERFECTLY.  FACTORS SUCH AS MOTIVATION, STIMULATION, FATIGUE, BOREDOM, ANXIETY AND PROACTIVE INHIBITION ARE ALL MEDIATING VARIABLES GENERALLY NOT UNDER ONES CONTROL THAT WILL INEVITABLY AFFECT ONE’S PERFORMANCE IN THIS REGARD.

THEREFORE, ENTER THIS REALM AT YOUR OWN WELL-INFORMED RISK.