Penetration:The Question of Extraterrestrial and Human Telepathy
Ingo Swann
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took to be night-vision things, I didn't at all see why they had not provided me with them, too.
We went up and over some ridges, and then down into some kind of large, flatish area dense with pines. Then we climbed into a sort of arroyo. Once there, we walked a few feet further and sat down on a thick cushion of fallen pine needles behind some large rocks-Axel whispered: "We're here. Out there in front of us is a small lake. As dawn comes, you'll be able to see it through the pines. We now wait, and hope we are lucky. Say nothing, do NOT make any noise." "'Lucky'?" What did that mean?