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I look down and see you frown, Alone and lost and bereaved, I sense hopeless and helpless, And doubters of all they believed, You cant conceive that I would leave, And not be there for always, Yet I am not there any more, And never will be all your days, Its hard to allow Im not there now, Just like I have always been, But I cant get in touch conventionally, Out of hearing and unseen, Lost to touch and as such, Effectively gone and passed away, But I can speak to you sometimes, Just in a different way, It may be happiness in a sunset, It may be tinkling at water flowing, It may be coincidences always coming, Or flashbacks in time always going, It may be saving you from danger, As if by a whim or circumstance, For I watch out for you now, And your luck isnt down to chance, So Im not so very far away, As you would think or believe, Im just invisible to eye, Or any sense you can conceive, But though you cant perceive me, And think me gone dont cry, For one day youll be with me, And one day you will know why.

Mist.

I cant believe that ill never see, The person that was always there for me, The one who always had a smile, On days when others run a mile, Who listened to my boring tales, And supported me when I felt frail, Who always put me first before, They would think of having more, Who if they had only one would laugh, And faultlessly would give me half, Yet now they arent there any more, Who I could touch and see before, i cant phone and hear their voice, I dont even have choice, Theyre gone and I cant take it in, Ill never see them laugh or grin, So I hope they know I really cared, All time that they were there, I wish id said more instead of mimed, But I thought wed have much more time, So if you can hear me now at last, I cant change things done and past, But I can tell you that now I know, All debts I really owe, And all words I should have said, Are still all here inside my head, All you will ever need to do, Is look inside me to see theyre true.

Life and Death.

Where do we go when we die, Is there something there we cant perceive, Maybe others would not have to cry, If they saw just what can be achieved, They say some religions see us weighted, Like a deep sea diver whilst alive, And that afterwards we are liberated, And light enough to float accross skies. Perhaps if mourners could once see, We pass from pain and age and endless toil, Onwards to a state of pure tranquility, And not just burned or interred under soil. Perhaps accepted means of disposal are harsh, In relation to our true form and destination, Perhaps really down here we flounder in a marsh, Wheras afterwards we are but free sensation. Most visions of near death encounters, Only mention painless progress towards light, So when it eventually seeks to surmount us, Why fear darkness or endless night. Those left behind have hardest task, To try to make sense of what is gone, To accept we arent there any more to ask, To realise our last glimmerings have shone, I treasure my friends in flashback memories, Often jolted into view causing a tear, I cant understand just where theyve gone, And why they are not still here, It seems inconceivable they werent spared, I wish Id said more when they breathed, But I just hope they know I cared, Even though I dont know why they had to leave. I know in part some of my heart, Wonders, through their untimely parting, When my own final fate will start, And realisation is soon darting, That one day, someday, it will be me, That others will see instead of them, That it will inevitably finally be, That I join ranks of mortal men.

“Lay back and tell me what you see,” says psychic. “Move fast and stay in structure,” says remote viewer. One is passive and other is active.

The Remote Viewer actively participates, using a pen, paper and a specific recipe, which allows for passive information to accumulate. The breakthrough discovery occurred when it was realized that by using this conscious processing system (called TRV) an alert mind could manage its mental attention to access direct knowledge - accurate information on a consistent basis and we don't even have to believe that it works. It will work despite our disbelief!

Sounds dry? It is dry and simple.

People have traditionally romanticized psychic experiences and made unknown mysterious. Remote Viewing wrecks all that fun. We cut right to chase and make a point of striving for accuracy and consistency. Remote Viewers learn specific protocols and then they work to accomplish increasingly better results. Like any skill, more we do it better we get at it.

Sound like work? It requires effort and discipline but Remote Viewers end up loving work.

There’s nothing else like it out there. There is not an accurate comparison for Remote Viewing. Professional remote viewers shy away from calling it “an experience” because there is nothing else like it. People who do not know better, cut and paste other psychic practices on term “Remote Viewing”. The fact is that there is not a comparable descriptor. Remote Viewing is not like automatic writing, channeling, out of body experiences (OBE’s) or astral projection. It is not lucid dreaming or playing with Ouija boards or tarot cards. Remote Viewing is a trained skill, similar to language. Everybody has innate ability and anybody who puts in time and effort, can learn it. Once upon a time man could only make noise and grunt - now we talk and communicate in a refined way and think nothing of it.