Teo Zenios <teoz(a)neo.rr.com> wrote: This is not what happened. Lyn Buchanan, a very good remote viewer whom I know fairly well, has told the real story in his book The Seventh Sense: -- quote from the book: -- Once I was given a set of coordinates by Ted, who has been mentioned before in this book. Ted is a rabid UFO fanatic, and liked to sneak UFO targets into our tasking now and then. This was forbidden, but he sometimes did it anyway. I thought that the target on this particular day was an operational target and was not expecting an ET target. I accessed the site and found a pilot flying an aircraft. I saw that he was worried about something. Still a fairly novice viewer at the time, I rushed in and accessed the pilot's mind to find out what was worrying him. The pilot and all his passengers had been members of an extremely oppressive culture. They had rebelled against their government, but to no avail. The political leaders of that culture had given them the choice of dying or being allowed to leave and never return. They had elected to leave. They had been provided with the aircraft and allowed to leave without incident. But now that the pilot had found a place to land so they could start a new home for themselves, he realized that something was wrong with the aircraft. It had been fixed to self-destruct as soon as it tried to land anywhere. Someone in the oppressive regime had not been satisfied just to let them go. He wanted to kill them all. The pilot realized the problem, but could find nothing to do about it. He had called his wife and children into the cockpit to watch the landing, fully aware that they would probably die before the aircraft could land. I gave myself a move command to the problem, and found that it was a device that the saboteur had placed within the pilot's range of sight, but out of the pilot's reach. He sadistically wanted the pilot to know and understand before death what had been done to these freedom-seeking refugees and their families. The pilot tried everything he could think of to procure a safe landing. He went around the world several times (this was my first in-session clue that it was possibly an ET target). Going back up was out of the question, for some reason that I did not investigate because I was getting so sucked into the pilot and his panic. Now, every life on the ship depended on our skill and our creative ability to solve the problem. We finally figured out a way to bring the ship in for a landing. We hoped to be able to land on a mountain top that would be high enough to keep the explosive device from detonating. As we made final preparations for the landing, we turned to our family and assured them of our love, then got back to the job at hand. A moment later, the ship exploded in a great ball of fiery debris. Once I had gotten sucked into him, it was my family, too. I loved them and ached for them. I felt responsible for their lives and knew that my political actions and beliefs and my desire that they have freedom had caused this situation to exist. In the last moments of their lives, I realized how much they had suffered for my beliefs, and I blamed myself for their dying. Everyone I loved and cared about was to die, and it was my fault. When the ship exploded, I was thrown violently out of the session, and even fell out of the chair in which I had been sitting to do the viewing. I found out later that my task had been to find out what caused the Tunguska explosion, which flattened thousands of acres of land in southeastern Siberia, on June 30, 1908. [...] But, at the time of that particular session, I had no way of detoxing the office or at home dared to talk to me about any political subject or anything the government was doing. I became so violently opposed to any form of organized government and the oppression it wields that several times I became physically violent, just at the mention of any political subject. I could not listen to the news on the way to work or back home. I could not watch the news on TV for fear of getting so enraged that I was ready to yell and scream and throw things. Over the next two months or so, it slowly wore off, and I could again function normally. But to be totally honest, I found out about two years later, after I had developed the protocols for detoxification, that I still needed to detoxify from that session. I was still harboring very deep and angry resentment toward organized governments of any form, all because of the evil that had been done to the people and family "we" (the pilot and I) loved and cared about so dearly. -- end of quote -- To add a personal note to this story, even though I'm not a remote viewer (yet) and I have never accessed anyone else's mind, that is exactly how *I* feel about the government. Maybe I was that pilot in my previous life? Death in 1908, a little break, reincarnation in 1979, who knows, might be. MS