Now, I do have to word this post carefully as it involves a confidential source and situation. I am wondering if the outcome of the situation was the result of my RV exercises. I walk into a place and, instantly, my mind is on alert. I noticed patterns of {predicted?} manners around me everywhere. People are acting up and acting out. Later, some of us gather together. The others think I am overly concerned and worried for nothing. I point out sudden changes in the people around us. We are all looking at private, confidential information about us on a document. I tell the others, we are seeing reactions to this sensitive information. A moment later, a newbie tells us this document is posted out in plain sight at a certain building location. The ‘ informant’ takes her leave quietly as the group processes what she just said { Umbrella Corporation theme music}.

Question, how can you protect yourself from surveillance entities? Entities that tamper with your life path, prevent your evolution and development, and block your path to anything good, keeping you in a state of stagnation and cycling through patterns that keep you stuck in life?

Earlier this week, I relaxed with pen and paper and started practising the very first few teachings from Stacey's Remote Viewing modules on Udemy. After receiving three accurate details, and putting my pen down, I went to sleep. A number of days later {last night}, with no memory of having gone to sleep, and completely unaware of my current world-I was walking, upright, wide awake ,and somewhere else. This reality had a futuristic feel to it and the environment was pristine, clean, the air was fresh and when I breathed it in, I felt alive and my body intuitively felt, by breathing in this air, it was alive, well, and healing. Members of the public were honest, quiet, reserved but earnest, friendly and with no ill feelings. Everyone was well dressed and fashionable. For some reason, the internal biological functions of my body stirred. I needed to find a rest room. There were immaculate, spotless, gleaming 'toilets'., indoor rest rooms, and outdoors, as well, accessible to the public, attached to buildings where there were also regular sitting spots. Alarmed, I noted the toilet seats did not seem private at all. I was outside a mall. When I sat down on an outdoor toilet, some kind of mesh-like material rose up and enveloped me at a significant height, making me feel like I was in a cocoon -so this was the privacy offered when a person needed to use one of the toilets. I could still see people around me through the mesh-like material. Nobody was looking at me. Still, I felt self conscious and nervous. A man started chatting with someone else about impressive art he often came across at a different establishment. My brother walked up to where I was and he started talking to me. He said he was trying to 'teach' me how to talk to the others around us. He spoke to the crowd and said ' she would feel much better if the toilet was properly cleaned and maintained when it is closed following use.' Quietly, people started walking away from the sitting area to give me my space. Afterwards, I went back into the mall and looked for the indoor restroom. The toilet rooms were shiny, spick and span, with tall ceilings and a maroon finish to the marble-like walls. And the toilets were, not oval, but squarish seats with small holes in them, with no flush or toilet cover and, again, just next to each other with no stalls or walls separating one from the other. I found this very confusing. How did people use these toilets? I walked out of the rest room, started walking through the hall. I opened a door to a living room where my late mother was sitting on a couch. She looked at me and asked for a cup of coffee, as if it was the most ordinary, normal thing to do. It was something she often did when she was alive-she would always ask me to make her coffee in the late evenings. She was not well, though, just as she had not been well during her lifetime with me in my 'current' reality. Then, suddenly, I opened my eyes and I was in my bed in my familiar, messy room.

If you are reading this, the room is new. There is not much in it yet. That is on purpose — I would rather build it around the people who show up than fill it with material nobody asked for. So the first thing I want is not a lesson. It is your story. Here is what I mean Almost everyone who does this work can point to a moment. Something happened that did not fit, and afterward you were different — more awake, or more unsettled, or both. Mine was not dramatic. It was a small thing I could not explain away, and then a second one, and by the third I stopped trying. What I remember most clearly is not the experiences. It is the year afterward when I had nobody to ask. That is the part that stops people. Not the experience — the silence after it. So tell us Post a comment below with three things: ● What brought you here. As much or as little as you want to say. ● Where you are with it now. Just beginning, been at it for years, or somewhere you cannot name. ● What you want to be able to do a year from now. You are not being assessed. There is no wrong answer and nobody here is going to tell you that you imagined it. What this place is A working circle. Mediumship, espiritismo, and remote viewing — one faculty approached from three sides. Perception is trained, the way anything is trained: a little at a time, with structure, and with somebody further along who can tell you what you are looking at. The classroom will fill in over the coming weeks. Live sittings will start once there are enough of us to sit. Both of those will be shaped by what you write below, so write it straight. One thing before you post Whatever you have been carrying quietly — the experience you do not mention at work, the thing that happens in your house, the knowing that arrives before the phone rings — you can put it down here. That is what the circle is for. Come sit at the table. — Stacey

This is a video of Trevor Blake who uses a modified technique of the Remote Influence method I teach here.