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Another story from the Higher Balance Mt. Hood retreat. Thursday night our instructor held class in downtown Portland. The schedule had been thrown off that day so we didn’t meet up until around 8:15 pm in front of the Portland Art Museum. Our instructor explained a bit about remote viewing and then told us we were going to play a game called Remote Viewing tag. The whole explanation plus the rules probably took less than ten minutes. I think our instructor didn’t want to over explain and cause us to think about it to much.

The rules are simple. Pair up, each person with a cell phone. One person is the “sender” to start, and the other person the “receiver”. The sender finds a location in town that had some interesting aspects. Then the sender calls the receiver and tells him “ready” and hangs up. The receiver goes into the zone, tunes into the sender, and tries to perceive what ever is around him or her. The receiver basically writes down whatever pops into his or her head. After five minutes or so, the receiver calls the sender and relays each piece of information. The sender compares the information to his local and rates each piece of information as a “hit” or a “miss”. Then switch roles and repeat.

We had an hour for the first round and told us to meet at Starbucks in Pioneer Square after an hour. Tom and I were paired up and the instructor loaned his cell phone to Tom. I had played around with more formal Remote Viewing before but this was different. Tom agreed to be the sender first. When Tom found a spot he called and reported, “Ready.”

I sat down, relaxed, did some deep breathing, and went into the zone. Then I sent my awareness out to search for Tom. I thought I could sense him, but I never really know. Then imagined my awareness moving out in front of him. A feeling popped into my mind that felt like a street, so on the back of my map, I sketched a picture and wrote down “street – front”. The act of writing down the words kicked me back out of the right state of mind, so I had to go back in. When I thought I sensed Tom again, I had an intention to move in front of him and move slowly to his left. Now I had the feeling of a tall brick building, so I stopped and wrote down “tall brick bldg – left”. Each time the act of articulating the words and writing them down, pulled me back and I had to re-establish the connection. Next I sensed a small patch of grass to Tom’s left. Then I sensed a big building behind Tom. Finally after moving my awareness completely around Tom in counter-clockwise circle, I sensed a parking meter to his right. And I wrote that down. I ended up with a picture looking down on Tom from above with words labeling the objects. The whole process lasted about five minutes.

I had no idea at this point if my data was good or my imagination. But things just kept appearing in my brain, as if from nowhere. Of course it’s not a big stretch for my imagination to guess, “Tall brick building” in downtown Portland, but to place it on Tom’s left adds more specificity.

I called Tom and started reading from my notes. After I relayed each piece of information, Tom said “hit”. Tom rated all five as hits. He was amazed and so was I. Then it was my turn to be sender.

My next turn as receiver included, “vertical pole – right”, “big blue round ball – front”, “stones – underfoot”, “white block – left”, “open – behind” and “concrete bldg – right” and included a top view drawing. This time I could tell that I was getting actually data because I could identify the feeling now. I was also getting better at moving my point of awareness around Tom. This time Tom rated me as six hits of six.

Then it was Tom’s turn again. On my last turn as receiver I knew I was going to have to remain in non-thought. Otherwise the fact that I hadn’t missed yet would cause my brain to step in and spoil the data. I had the following data: “octagon shape – on ground in front”, “octagon is brass”, “brass wide edge”, “picture inside brass”, “red stones – surround brass”, “curb – right”, and “large glass window in bldg – right”. Tom assigned all seven as hits, but listening to Tom on the phone, I would have only assigned five. The octagon was a round brass bowl with bushes inside. The interesting part is Tom was hiding inside the brass bowl under the bushes and trying to “scramble his frequency” to mess me up.

An interesting class and a good way to expand my governor about what is possible and what is real. Another life changing experience for me. I will be forever grateful to the universe for this experience.