This is an interesting account from a veeeery long essay deconstructing Telepathy by Ingo Swann (who inter alia was the co-inventor of the USMI secret remote viewing methodology and something like the US's most tested psychic in the 70s). To summarise the essay he deconstructs the whole model of telepathy being "mind to mind communication/thought transference etc" and comes up (well so far its only 1/3 complete...) with a more empathy-type, accessing universal info type model.
But that is context... here is an interesting account of a psychic detective story he was involved in... it makes great reading but I didnt put it in the Stories section as that is rather intended for TTEMers direct experiences [talking of which hey we need more stories guys
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...This may be one reason as to why empathy is not too popular – because some vibes as well as some minds can be quite yucky, etc., and so forth.
Simply put, people don’t like to experience those empathic-feelings that they don’t like – which might bring about a lot of closure with respect to empathic experiencing.
The only exceptions seem to be those stalwart types (most often women) who successfully become empathic-clairvoyant-ESP-telepathic-time-traveling psychic detectives - which they of course could not become if they wilted at the first skin-crawl of the usually ugly events they are invited to empathically inspect and sort out.
(NOTE: As this essay was finally being sorted out during 2005, there was a short-lived production about psychic detectives recently at work with police detectives – on cable, but five amazing episodes were on prime time. Utterly fascinating, and worth tracking down if possible. During the 1970s, the very impressive Dorothy Allison gained much media attention for helping police solve difficult cases, and, as well, the remarkable Robyn Jameison, Jeanne Borgen, and Joe Morgan who did likewise. Among others, more recent PSI detectives are the astonishing Nancy Myers and Noreen Renier. Check the Internet for these names; also See: A MIND FOR MURDER: THE REAL-LIFE FILES OF A PSYCHIC INVESTIGATOR by Noreen Renier (Berkeley Books, 2005). The deeper empathic-telepathic implications of this PSI detective situation will be considered more deeply in Parts Two and Three.)
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10. THE TELEPATHIC-EMPATHIC “BOBO” EVENT
In the context of empathy, reference is now made to “strong, deep, destructive, or abnormal” in connection with “empathic participation.”
To get into this rather yucky type of thing, it can be told that back in the mid-1970s this author was acquainted with a quite wealthy Wall Street type whose wonderful wife was deeply into parapsychology stuff.
They entertained lavishly, and among their numerous dinner guests were writers, scientists, politicos, etc., including various police commissioners and noted detectives with whom the use of “psychics” to help solve crimes was often discussed.
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At the time there was a certain individual who seemed to have tested well in some simple, even silly, clairvoyant experiments, and it had somehow been decided to see if he might be able to give clairvoyant tips about crimes.
Because by then I knew a lot about how experiments should be designed and conducted, I was called upon to witness (and oversee) a few meetings between three police detectives and the individual who had tested well in the clairvoyance experiments.
The whole affair was to be strictly off the records, and, in any event, the clairvoyant individual involved refuses to have his name mentioned, so we will give him the alias of BoBo.
I would not narrate the following because it is anecdotal and there are no records to support it. But what is narrated is quite consistent with what most other psychic detectives report experiencing, and which reports today do have police verification.
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The drill with BoBo was this: The detectives (identified by fake names) were interested in gaining information about unsolved or difficult crimes.
It was agreed that the detectives should bring photographs (only five) of possible suspects, present them face down on a table, whereupon BoBo the clairvoyant, without touching the photos, would say whatever he would say.
BoBo would be given no other information, and the detectives were to be seated, told to not move, and to keep their mouths shut in case they inadvertently gave some kind of clue.
Of course, BoBo understood that some kind of crime was at issue, or the detectives would not be interested.
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In the first session, the cops carefully laid out five photos face down, then sat and kept their mouths shut.
BoBo was seated in a chair placed at a distance from the photos so that he could not touch them, or wave his hands over them. He did not close his eyes, and almost immediately indicated that “Crime is somehow involved here, but there is no crime, so what are you’al doing here?”
The five photos were of five cops, including one commissioner, none of whom seemed covertly involved in any kind of crime.
This, of course, was an unscheduled test, one that had not been agreed upon. BoBo was a little pissed, but the detectives seemed pleased.
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At the next session, some days later, the same detectives again put five face-down photos on the table.
BoBo surveyed them from the same distance, but this time took a little longer before he commented.
Then: “Well, the thoughts here are complicated . . . “ A few moments passed. Then: “But this involves a bank robbery in broad daylight where someone withdrew a large amount of money that was handed to him in a paper bag, went outside, took a taxi to Brooklyn where the cab was held up while waiting at a red light. The only thing taken was the paper bag with the money in it.”
Everyone looked quite bewildered, including myself. The whole story in practically one or two breaths!
BoBo continued: “The photos are not of the robbers involved, nor of the man who was robbed. The fourth photo from the left is of one of the bank’s employees, a male, who arranged the job, so it was basically an inside piece of work.”
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This time, the detectives, their faces rather flushed, didn’t seem too pleased, and one of them complained that “Because of the amount of money involved, we have checked out all of the bank’s employees.”
BoBo didn’t wilt, merely saying “Well, you better check again.”
We never learned the outcome of this, but the detectives did come back for more. They wouldn’t have done so if they had thought BoBo was delivering nonsense.
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So, about two or three weeks later, the detectives were back again, this time with six face-down photos.
BoBo sat and began his scrutiny with his usual calm indifference, but took a little longer before he said anything, sort of shifting this way and that in his chair.
“ This is about a missing person, the second card from the right (pause). Can I see him?”
So he was shown – but still did not touch the card. “Yes,” BoBo said, “that’s him. He seems to have been an important police informant about some important investigation underway.”
One of the detectives: “…seems to HAVE BEEN?”
“ Oh, yes, he’s already dead, about a week or ten days ago, I’d say. . . . it was over in New Jersey, outside of Trenton to the north a little.
“ They beat the shit out of him, but he wouldn’t talk, they took a hacksaw and sawed off his left foot. He fainted.
“ They then strangled him with a piece of narrow wire that cut through.
“ His face turned blue.
“ They threw him and his severed foot in the trunk of an old green car and drove him away.”
Silence.
Then: “Where did they go?”
“ Oh, that,” BoBo responded with tears in his eyes. “The green car is left abandoned in the parking lot of (deleted) raceway.
It’ll be discovered soon, because the body has already begun to stink.”
About a week later, we were told that the stinking car had been found, and that the detectives, now thoroughly impressed, had another “task.”
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BoBo, however, was a somewhat hysterical wreck. “I can’t get the bloody brutal thoughts of the killers and pictures out of my head - especially the sawing off part, the smell of the bone, blood, the agony of the guy, my skin again and again crawls with his fear and pain. God Damn! I can hardly sleep, every time I close my eyes there’s that FOOT dangling. Even drink doesn’t help. I’ve had to get pills.”
About two weeks later, “Well, I’m a bit better now, but let the cops train their own clairvoyants, and let them be forensic specialists who are used to this kind of shit.”
So, that was the end of BoBo’s clairvoyant detecting – after only three tries at it.
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...so dont give up the day job guys ...and going back to the whole empath stuff [if we can avoid another plague of the sceptics
] it is rather a double-edged sword... so careful what you wish for and if/when you get it... careful what you do with it
Mike
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