An excerpt from:
Getting To I Know
By the time I was into my third year of the remote viewing experience, I realized that somewhere or some place in the beginning I had taken a high dive from the edge of a cliff and as a result was now stumbling around in a rather featureless canyon wondering where the path out might be. I was stuck somewhere between the I believe and the I know. I had simply suspended my own disbelief enough times that I no longer was sure what I believed. I certainly didn't feel as though I could say I knew anything. One can see...how it might relate to other experiences in life, especially those which might be considered religious in nature. It may not be the same, but the process may be similar.
What had actually happened was quite simple. Through no deliberate effort, I modified a sufficient number of personal realities or concepts, to unhinge my understanding of time/space, or at least the way I had been originally taught and understood it to work.
From the time of my NDE, I had been having spontaneous out-of-body experiences (OBEs). As I began experimenting with remote viewing and having some success, the OBEs increased in number as well as in significance. At the same time, other experiences began to occur which were a little more difficult to define but had just as great an impact. Why?
Think of your mind as a neatly fenced-in backyard. The limits or the reach of your imagination is dependent upon how far out you allow those fences to stretch. A scientist will argue those fences should never exceed that which can be proven through appropriately applied tests and protocols. However, if that were true, the Wright Brothers would never have left the ground. Remember the quote in an earlier chapter, the one from Frank Herbert's Heretics of Dune; we don't need to know the molecular makeup of steel in order to make and use it. We only have to create a temporary mysticism that allows it to go together in the right proportions. Perhaps, with the right mysticism, we could have had a "pump" laser by the turn of the century, instead of waiting until the 1960s. In any event, if the word mysticism bothers you, just replace it with the word creativity or imagination.
As I said a few paragraphs earlier, I was also beginning to have other experiences. These are a little difficult to define in their early stages because they don't occur with regularity. There isn't any specific pattern to them and if you aren't paying attention, you can miss them.
The only reason I was able to identify some of them myself was that I had developed the habit of keeping very detailed notebooks in which I would keep all kinds of data that might seem relevant. Of course some of it wasn't, but I didn't know it at the time. I wish now that someone had directed me to do the note-keeping throughout the years. Unfortunately, no one did, so much of what I have experienced and learned is over the horizon forever. So. . .
Keep a notebook all the time. Write down anything that seems remotely important. You'll regret it if you don't.
An other experience which began somewhere in the beginning was what I call flashes of spontaneous knowledge. What does that mean? Small bits of data would jump into my mind when I wasn't expecting it. Perhaps when I would touch objects or people. It wasn't something that I wanted to happen; it just did. At first I would just write it down in my notebook and then forget about it, but then after a while I would begin to notice that I was getting feedback. The term feedback is important here because it probably has a great deal to do with the transmittal of psychic information. How or why it works I don't know, but it does.
I also recognized in the beginning that some of the information I was keeping in my notes turned out to be fallacious--it was wrong. Over time, I was able to determine the wrong information was that which was more a conclusion than a statement of fact. As an example, I will relate something that happened long before I realized I was even capable of psychic functioning.
Very early on in my military career, I had a recurring dream (at the time it was a nightmare) in which I would always awake after being engulfed in a brilliant flash of white Light. It was so real that I was sure that it was an ominous warning about how I would die. For obvious reasons, the 1960s and early '70s were not the best of times to be in the military. With the recurring dream I was soon convinced beyond a doubt that I was going to die in a blast of fire; I was going out with a bang, probably a plane crash, or perhaps a direct hit with a rocket or mortar round. It was so real that I told people about it. I wanted it to be a matter of record. Of course it really unhinged my parents at the time, but in my ignorance I didn't realize that. This recurring dream began in 1964 and continued until my NDE in 1970, when I was engulfed in the white light I believed to be God. It was like coming full circle. My dream experience was absolutely accurate, but my conclusion wasn't.
This taught me a valuable lesson. I understood early on that the information is usually accurate; what we do with it, how we interpret it, usually isn't.
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Joseph W. McMoneagle