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But it was because I had been a devoted, and thorough, armchair researcher not only regarding psi, but regarding life in general, that I was prepared when the time came.
It is this preparedness which is the answer to the question of why and how I survived, and it is this preparedness which constitutes my autobiographical parts which are germane to the real story of remote viewing and all that came to be involve.
I will attribute this preparedness to two factors which were vital to my life.
The first has to do simply with the fact that I was a bookworm from the age of four -- and the staggering amount of books I consumed after that.
The second factor has to do with the fact that I worked at a very high echelon during my Army years; and then for twelve years at the United Nations.
Within the ambiance's of those two "posts," so to speak, I was able to witness and thus learn first-hand much of what goes on in the real world, as contrasted to visions of it from someone's superficial, illusion-making armchair.
Without the combination of those two factors, I would have been permanently smashed very early. Indeed, as we shall see in the narrative, I WAS smashed several times -- but arose from the pulp with teeth longer than before.
There was also a third factor -- one which might be called "daring do." But I'll let that one unfold in the narrative itself.
My birth event took place at 2:30 a.m. on 14 September 1933 in Telluride, Colorado, then a tiny town quite isolated high in the vitalizing splendors of the Rocky Mountains.
It is this preparedness which is the answer to the question of why and how I survived, and it is this preparedness which constitutes my autobiographical parts which are germane to the real story of remote viewing and all that came to be involve.
I will attribute this preparedness to two factors which were vital to my life.
The first has to do simply with the fact that I was a bookworm from the age of four -- and the staggering amount of books I consumed after that.
The second factor has to do with the fact that I worked at a very high echelon during my Army years; and then for twelve years at the United Nations.
Within the ambiance's of those two "posts," so to speak, I was able to witness and thus learn first-hand much of what goes on in the real world, as contrasted to visions of it from someone's superficial, illusion-making armchair.
Without the combination of those two factors, I would have been permanently smashed very early. Indeed, as we shall see in the narrative, I WAS smashed several times -- but arose from the pulp with teeth longer than before.
There was also a third factor -- one which might be called "daring do." But I'll let that one unfold in the narrative itself.
My birth event took place at 2:30 a.m. on 14 September 1933 in Telluride, Colorado, then a tiny town quite isolated high in the vitalizing splendors of the Rocky Mountains.
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