Authors: David Morehouse
Psychic Warrior (20 page)
Besides, as I saw it, nobody in the unit had any reason to second-guess anyone else about what they did or how. We were government-paid and government-trained psychics, spying on the enemies of the United States; why get riled up about the method used? At this point in my life, I was so overwhelmed by what I was learning that I didn't draw any lines. If someone had told me that I'd have better viewing results if I ate frogs before a session, I'd have been looking for a supplier. I didn't want any part of the cancer that was slowly eating away at the cohesion of the unit.
I was scheduled for a ten o'clock ERV session with a training target and Mel as my monitor. We walked to the viewing building together. Mel carried his coffee in a broken-down chipped-up mug about a hundred and fifty years old. I was surprised it held liquid, but he was never without it.
“I think you'll enjoy today's little journey,” he said.
“I could use a little entertainment.”
Once I was set up and ready, I started my countdown; in a few minutes I was entering the ether and on my way to the target.
“Give me your impressions as soon as possible. I don't want you wasting any time here.”
“I'm someplace like a cave. It smells musty and the ground is cold. The air isn't moving at all, and it's completely dark. I can't see anything at all.” I moved forward in the direction the signal line led me. “No, I see a small flicker of light in front of me.”
Riley leaned. back in his chair and watched the video monitor closely. “Good! See what the light is.”
I moved toward the light as fast as I could, but it seemed to move away from me, as if I were chasing something in a dream. I chased the light for about ten minutes, but though I was moving in what I thought was a straight line, I just wasn't gaining any ground. Frustrated, I stopped.
“I've stopped moving toward the light source, Mel. I just couldn't close on it. I don't know if I'm not really moving, or if it's moving away from me. I'm just standing here in the dark now.”
“Do you sense anything in the darkness? Anyone or anything?”.
My first thought was,
Great! Just what I want to do, grab something in the dark.
“All I can say, Mel, is this target better not be a page out of the Odyssey. If I run into aâ”
Great! Just what I want to do, grab something in the dark.
“All I can say, Mel, is this target better not be a page out of the Odyssey. If I run into aâ”
“Oh, be quiet and look around. You can't remote-view something that never happened, for crying out loud.”
Suddenly, the cavern I stood in was flooded with brilliant light that came from
within
the surrounding stone. The light vanished as quickly as it had come. “What the hell was that?” I shouted.
within
the surrounding stone. The light vanished as quickly as it had come. “What the hell was that?” I shouted.
“Tell me what you saw.”
“I saw a light coming from the walls of the cavern. By the way, I
am
in a cavern; the light just confirmed that. But it's dark again and I see nothing.”
am
in a cavern; the light just confirmed that. But it's dark again and I see nothing.”
Again and again the light pulsed and disappeared, like a strobe. The pulses seemed to pierce my eyes and ears, even
my flesh. The temperature of the cavern began to rise rapidly, and it was increasingly difficult to breathe. I told Mel so.
my flesh. The temperature of the cavern began to rise rapidly, and it was increasingly difficult to breathe. I told Mel so.
“You need to move on out of there,” he replied. “Take a look around for another passageway.”
Sure enough, behind me was a wide arched passage into another room. I hadn't seen it because I was facing away from it chasing the light; in retrospect, it was as if the light had been trying to lead me away.
The next room was smaller, a rectangle about twenty feet by ten feet with a ceiling maybe fifteen feet high. Like the larger chamber, it was lit from within the surrounding stone, but something was different, as if the pulsing energy I'd felt in the larger chamber originated here.
“I'm in the smaller of the two rooms, and there seems to be no way out of this one except the entrance I used. I sense some form of energy here, and I'm having difficulty focusing my vision on the center of the room. There's something here that I can't seeâbut there's something here, for sure.”
“An object, a personality, a definitive energy source?”
I struggled to see. “There's a low platform in the center of the room. It's carved out of stone.”
“What are its dimensions?”
“About five feet by three feet, and maybe ten inches high. I can't see ⦠it's like a mirage in the center of the room.”
“You can't focus on it?”
“Exactly. It's vibrating too fast. The vibration's like a camouflage of sorts. Something's there, but I'm not supposed to be seeing it. Something very unusual and powerful.”
“Okay, here's what I want you to do. Try and move to a time when there is less vibration and you might be able to see.”
I understood; we'd worked on movement exercises like this before. The idea was that if I initiated movement in time the signal line would take me where I could view the
target clearly. It had worked on some small training targets, but I hadn't tried it on anything like this.
target clearly. It had worked on some small training targets, but I hadn't tried it on anything like this.
I concentrated on the movement through time and closed my eyes to the events speeding by. I felt vertigo setting in, which indicated the speed of my movement. I'd found it best to keep my eyes closed so as not to vomit. Finally the sensation of movement slowed gradually and stopped. When I opened my eyes, I beheld the most bizarre scene.
In the center of the room a group of peasants chipped away at the stone of the floor, forming the pedestal I'd already seen. Now time scrolled forward, stopped briefly, then scrolled forward again: the signal line was moving me at will, allowing me to see the room at various points in time. Finally it stopped completely, at a point it must have “felt” was critical to the mission.
In amazement, I watched as four men dressed in ancient-seeming clothes carried a golden box into the room. One man at each corner of the object, they reverently positioned it in the center of the stone pedestal and retreated backward from the room, their heads bowed. Now a huge stone covered the room's entrance, and slowly all outside light was blocked as the men labored to seal the passage. Oddly, the golden box kept the room lighted. And the same strange energy I had felt before, when I could see nothing, filled the cavern. A sense of threat came over me; I felt I was being warned not to approach the box.
“What's going on, David?”
“I'm in the presence of the object and it's very weird, as though I were standing in the presence of some very powerful deity. The golden box is a symbol of that power, and it's warning me not to come closer.”
“I want you to ignore the warning and get as close as you can. Touch it if you can, and describe the sensation to me.”
I tried to move toward the object. “It's a golden box with animals on top of it.”
“Real animals?”
“No, small statues, and they have wings that sweep
backward and up. The box itself is very powerful, or maybe it's something that protects the box that's powerful. Whatever it is, I can't get any closer. I feel I'm in real danger of being hurt; I don't like this.”
backward and up. The box itself is very powerful, or maybe it's something that protects the box that's powerful. Whatever it is, I can't get any closer. I feel I'm in real danger of being hurt; I don't like this.”
“Remember, you're not physically there. But tell me what you think would happen if you were physically there. Describe that sensation to me.”
“I think that nothing mortal can be in this presence. I couldn't even be in the same room with it; if I were, I'd perish instantly.”
“You'd die?”
“No, I don't think âdie' is the word. I'm thinking more along the lines of being vaporized. But I seem to feel that that would mean another movement to another place, only I wouldn't have any control over it. What I'm trying to say is, nobody's supposed to be here. Even we aren't supposed to be here; it's an invasion, an intrusion into something very powerful and sacred.”
“Ah, that word âsacred.' Explore that a bitâtook into the essence of the box. What's there that's sacred?”
I moved around the box carefully, never taking my eyes off it and never letting the doorway out of my sight. “Well, I sense that this symbol is, or has been used as, a tool.”
“What sort of tool?”
“I don't know exactly. It had some very lofty purpose, and it served a great number of people for a long time. Then it was placed here until it was needed again. Many people lost their lives to be able to use it; even more died in order to get it here.”
“Why is it in that lonely place, do you think?”
“It's been hidden until called out again. Its purpose has been served for now, but not forever. It's being protected. If you try to unravel its secret you are dumbfounded and confusedâthat's one of its defenses. If you stumble upon it, you are destroyed or taken away to another place for fear you might reveal the secret.” -
“All right; you've been there an hour and forty minutes now. Let's break it off and come home.”
Those were the words I wanted to hear. I felt very uncomfortable and vulnerable in the cavern. “I'm on my way.”
An hour later I sat in the garden room with Levy and Mel and discussed my session with them. They began with the usual questions: “What did you think it was? What is this sketch of? How did you feel?” And so on. They marveled at my sketches of the box and the winged creatures that adorned it. They discussed the powerful unseen presence and the indications of a protective force. We talked for more than an hour without them revealing anything concrete about the target, but finally Mel suggested that I be given my feedback. Like a dog waiting for a bone, I waited for the envelope. Levy opened it first and looked inside, smiling. Of course, he already knew what the target was; he just wanted to amuse himself with another look at the feedback. Shaking his head, he tossed the artist's sketch from the envelope on the desk in front of me and walked out of the room.
“Well, aren't you going to look at it?” Riley asked.
I turned the paper over to see a painting and description of the Ark of the Covenant. “Oh, my God,” I said slowly.
“âOh, my God' are the exact words I was looking for.” Riley laughed. “I was sure you were gonna say 'em any time. But the damned thing is just too powerful. I had the same problem. The only person to ever call it in the air, so to speak, was Posner. I think it's because he's such a hard-head he didn't hear the thing warning him not to come any closer, or maybe he knew what it looked like before he got startedâhe's kind of religious, you know. Have you ever seen a picture before?”
“Nope! I've heard of itâI mean, who hasn't? But I never knew what it looked like. Or felt like.”
“Some very important religious articles were carried around the desert in that thing. It went along with Moses in the wilderness.”
“Yeah, I'm sort of familiar with the story. I had to take religion every semester at BYU.”
“Did you know the Ark was part of a dimensional opening?”
“What do you mean, âdimensional opening'?”
“I mean a portal that lets you move from one dimension to another. I think God dwells in a four-dimensional world; that's why He's omnipresent and omniscient. When the high priests went into the inner sanctum of the Temple in the wilderness, they tied ropes to their ankles so their buddies could pull them back. These guys were traveling somewhere, and I believe it was to another dimension, where they would commune with the Creator. The ropes on their ankles were their way of making sure they had a round-trip ticket. Cool, huh?”
I stared at him. “You never cease to amaze me, my friend.”
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Kathleen was responsible for my next mission. She had selected the target in accordance with Levy's wishes and was waiting in the monitor room when I arrived.
“Go ahead and get hooked up; here are your tasking sheet and coordinates. It's pretty simple today, no tricks or heavy stuff. Okay?”
“You bet. I should be ready to go in about five or ten minutes. I'll give you a holler over the intercom.”
I hooked myself up in ERV Room Number Two and took my position on the platform.
“Okay, I'm ready to start the countdown.”
“Fine,” said Kathleen. “Start talking to me as soon as your eyes clear and you're in the target area.”
I said nothing as her voice faded and I began my separation. The fall through the tunnel seemed longer this time and I never hit the membrane at all. It seemed to me that I'd traveled a great distance, or perhaps had missed the coordinates.
“My throat seems constricted, and there's a harsh chemical smell, like some caustic solvent.”
Kathleen watched my respirations on the monitor. “Concentrate
on your breathing, David; keep track of it, and remember, nothing can hurt you there.”
on your breathing, David; keep track of it, and remember, nothing can hurt you there.”
“I'm having trouble breathing; my throat's sore. It feels like it's being burned inside. All I see is a desolate-looking landscape, very lunar. The soil is amber and there is no atmosphereâshould say, no oxygen. Where is this place?”
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