Recently, I started researching this story. It’s a story from the 90’s about a young man in his twenties who successfully built a Time Machine - and tested it on himself. Does anybody else know about this? I find it absolutely fascinating. https://youtu.be/SFWwj33Hehc?si=NlNTNMZzBJnjXcjh https://youtu.be/05mgh7u4SqI?si=xkbUQHrwubQSpK1A

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.

Who believes in it? Who practiced it? Who wants a practice lab?

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