- The following are selected excerpts from
Ingo Swann's new book, "Penetration: The Question of Extraterrestrial
and Human Telepathy." Editoral comments in brackets [ ] are for clarification
or adding additional information. - Skye Turell
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- From Chapter Two "Encountering
the Spookiest Spooks."
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- About two years after the Jupiter probe
I received a telephone call during late February, 1975, from a certain
highly-placed functionary in Washington, D.C.
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- [The probe referred to provided detailed
data about conditions on Jupiter. This and subsequent study has proved
Ingo Swann correct in over 85% of his perceptions in a remote viewing done
prior to the probe's arrival at Jupiter. See http://www.biomindsuperpowers.com/Pages/1973JupiterRVProbe.html for a complete report on Ingo's session.]
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- I had met him on social occasions, and
we had rather enjoyable conversations since he had a deep interest in Psi
research.
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- I both admired and respected him. He
was forthright about his unusual interests, and he dared to swim against
the surface currents of that mighty river called "prevailing opinion"
which could damage even very high reputations in the Washington maze.
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- But in his telephone call to me, my friend
was somewhat less than forthright, as the following conversation drawn
from memory indicates.
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- "A Mr. Axelrod is going to telephone
you," he said. "If you can manage to do so, would you try to
do whatever he asks, and ask no questions yourself."
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- [The mysterious Mr. Axelrod did eventually
phone and instructed Ingo to proceed to the Natural History Museum in Washington,
D.C. later that day.]
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- Finally, I went to the mezzanine floor
which encircles the museum's great rotunda. As covertly as possible (to
my way of thinking, anyway) I surveyed the floor below - in the center
of which stands the famous stuffed elephant with his absolute majesty entirely
visible to all who take a moment to consider it.
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- Assuming I was supposed to act like any
other tourist, at noon I was standing in front of the giant elephant, pretending
to have interest in it.
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- Behind me a voice spoke. "Mr. Swann?"
I turned, and was immediately handed a card which read: Please do not
speak or ask any questions. This is for our safety as well as yours.
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- If I had not been convinced before that
I was getting into something suspicious, I was now certain.
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- For the guy who handed me the card stared
at me with burning green eyes, which clearly indicated he meant business.
I didn't dare speak.
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- He was young, and looked like he could
have posed for a Marine recruitment poster - which is to say, he was masculine
and military. I sensed he was serious, and that his complacency concealed
an ability to kill very quietly.
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- But even more astonishing was the fact
that there were TWO of them which as far as I could tell were twins.
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- Dozens of museum visitors were flowing
all around us.
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- After reading the card, I blinked. The
first guy pulled out a photograph which I could see was of me. He studiously
compared the photograph face to mine.
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- He then took my hand as if he was shaking
it, and compared the tattoo on it to another photograph - the tattoo I
had gotten as a result of a rather drunken desire in 1962.
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- He then nodded to his duplicate, who
had been watching the rotunda in a professional way, and this twin came
over and repeated the sequence.
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- They then both initialed what seemed
to be a kind of checksheet in a small address booklet.
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- All of this took place in a few moments,
and none of the spectators passing to-and-fro around the elephant seemed
to notice.
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- The first twin then nodded, and indicated
the main door to the museum. I followed, with the other twin just behind
me.
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- We marched directly to the curb, and
got into a rather nondescript car boldly waiting in a No Standing zone.
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- The driver was a woman who, it seemed,
deliberately never looked at me.
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- The car was large and blue, a little
dirty on the outside, but immaculate inside. The twins sat in the back
on either side of me. One of them pulled out another card: Please do not
speak. You may smoke if you want. Which I gratefully did. I was wet
in my armpits.
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- As it turned out, we were, I think, the
center car between two others that stayed with us as we moved through the
clogged streets.
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- Once we left Washington proper, the twin
pulled out yet another card which read something like: Please do not take
it personally, but we are required to check your person and clothing for
weapons or bugs.
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- What could I do? They then proceeded
to check everything, even unzipping my pants and peeking briefly into my
shorts. After which, they both initialed the mysterious checksheet. I
had never been treated this way before. I had never been frisked. I wanted
to be outraged. However, I didn't dare move or open my mouth, except to
puff on a cigar.
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- By this time I hardly knew were we were.
We seemed to be heading in what I thought was the direction of the CIA
headquarters hidden behind trees. I thought that might be our destination,
but we zoomed past it, picking up speed.
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- Then came another card: You are being
taken to a helioport for further transport. Before we reach it, we will
place a hood over your head. It will be removed at your destination.
If you hungry, sandwiches are available.
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- About twenty minutes later, the first
twin produced the promised hood, and I spent the next part of my voyage
in stuffy darkness.
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- Not long after, the car ground to a halt.
I was helped out, and with the two twins firmly grasping my arms was soon
seated in a chopper. We took off almost before we were strapped in.
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- This part of the voyage seemed to last
about a half hour, but I can't be sure. Shortly we bumped to a sudden
landing. I was helped out, and walked what seemed a longish distance.
I then heard a door wheeze closed, and we DESCENDED. So I knew we were
in an elevator.
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- I was now turned around in the elevator,
and when it came to a halt, after what I took to be quite some distance
down, a door apparently opened up and we walked straight out.
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- Next I was physically turned around several
times by the twins. After about ten turns, we marched along, at one point
seeming to go down a ramp. Shortly I was pushed down onto a chair.
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- At this point a voice actually SPOKE
the first words I'd heard in this whole threatening goings-on.
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- "I'm going to remove your hood now,
Mr. Swann, and thank you for coming as well as putting up with our procedures."
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- I was, well, terrified by now, and don't
mind admitting it.
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- From Chapter Three "Underground,
Somewhere."
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- With the hood removed, eyes watering
a little, I found myself in a dimly lit room. The twins were nowhere to
be seen.
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- The VOICE said: "I am Axelrod, which
is not my real name, of course, as you must have figured out."
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- Mr. Axelrod was a jolly-guy type, smiling,
with kindly eyes, but dressed in a dark-green jumpsuit of some kind. He
reminded me of a certain Captain McBee I had worked with while in Korea.
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- He continued: "I can answer no questions
as to where you are or what we represent, but beyond that I am at your
complete disposal with regard to anything that pertains to the task ahead."
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- Mustering what dignity I could, which
really was not much, I croaked out: "Well, what task, then?"
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- Mr. Axelrod smiled. "First, there
are some procedural matters. We will reimburse you for your expenses,
and provide what we will call an honorarium. Would a thousand dollars
a day be suitable? We will provide this in cash before you leave."
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- "A DAY!" I croaked again.
"How many DAYS?"
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- "Well, we have heard you work best
in the morning, and as it is now in the afternoon, we will begin the task
tomorrow morning at any time which suits you. After that, we will wing
it a little."
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