Lehal Library

"OK, OK," Axel grimaced. "I got the point - which is that there are two parts of the Problem. What they really are, and what we are going to use to realize what they are," "Yeah," I giggled. "A remote-viewing novice can study a book with diagrams of all known atomic reactors. You got a book which diagrams all seen UFOs? "If you had even told me it would be a materializing, levitating triangle, I might not have been so shocked and could have watched it more closely without having my reality-hopper get scrambled." Axelrod laughed, and changed the subject- "Well, I got your point. It was probably a dangerous risk to expose you to this, ah, appearance, and we really had no right to do it." I laughed, and relaxed. "Jesus, Axel, I'm ready to go for it again! Who wouldn't be." "Well, probably that will not be possible. I shouldn't tell you, but our mission will be disbanded shortly and the work picked up by others, because of strategic security reasons involved.". . . "Others who will not mix in with psychics, I take it," I giggled. "You got it. Next week you will be summoned for a complete physical examination, ostensibly in line with overseeing the health status of the people on your project. "We just want to be sure you experienced no physical damage. The physicians performing the examination will be ordinary doctors who have no knowledge of our existence. Can you explain your leg injury in some sensible way?" "I won't have time next week. We're going to Catalina Island to do an underwater remote-viewing experiment with a submarine. I'm OK, and the cut on my leg is small. I won't have to explain it to anyone." The last I saw of Mr. Axelrod was at the San Jose airport, and so there ends the tale of my encounters with him and his ultra-subterranean covert mission. And I cannot prove a word of that tale - and because this WAS the case, I never intended to make a written record of it.