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Penetration:The Question of Extraterrestrial and Human Telepathy

Ingo Swann

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Was I GAME! Who wouldn't be, Axelrod drove us to the San Jose airport and, leaving the Jeep in a "no-parking" area in front of one of the terminals, we walked directly through the lobby and out the other side to a waiting Lear jet. Other people had flown me in similar planes, wealthy people who were interested in talking about using Psi to discover sunken treasures and oil deposits. I loved the elegant jets for their sense of opulence and power, one of the most poignant status trophies for having "arrived" financially. Waiting alongside the jet was one of the ubiquitous twins, this time dressed in an olive green jumpsuit and helmet -definitely "military" in appearance. We were aloft in about three minutes- It turned out that the other twin was doing the flying. Once aloft, the twin provided some sandwiches, and Axel said: "We are going to the middle of nowhere. It will be rather cold and rough there. "But we have all you will need, including a supply of your cigars (he smiled), so after you've eaten you should catch some sleep. It's about a five-hour or so flight. "It will be dark when we arrive, and then we have to drive about two hours after that. "Don't ask where we are going, since I can't tell you that -and (with some hesitation) it's better that you not know." "You know, Axel," I replied, "it may be that I could function better if I knew what was going on." Axel frowned through the sandwich he was eating. "Well, I can't tell you very much since doing so would endanger our mission and perhaps you, too. "But I could ask you what YOU think is going on. . .?" So here it was again, the one-way conversation typical of all "Mr. Axelrod" encounters. "Well, I guess you guys, whoever you are, have a problem, and from all I can tell. Earth is under some kind of siege. "UFOs appear everywhere, are seen by thousands. "Yet they are illusive, but of concern, and so you are trying to fit the pieces together. And I would suppose, too, that you are desperate, enough at least to try to employ psychics to help you out-" "You see," Axel laughed. "I don't have to tell you anything, do I?" It was no use. So I settled down and tried to sleep, which I actually did even though I thought I would not.
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