Groninger Museum

Behind my childhood home, there on the wild meadow, we stand. There are many of us and we know we don’t have much time to traverse the open space in order to reach the stonehedge and the edge of the forest. We glance quickly at the movements to our right, somewhere in the direction of the house - that is where they are.
Then we dash, we sprint with the speed that one would only gather if one’s life depended on it. With every step I wait for the pain. I make it over the stonehedge and am about to rush into the forest when I realize we have been ambushed. They are here, waiting for us. I stop and stand there on a rock assessing the situation. I don’t have time to sverve or move before I feel the knife stab me in the fleshy back of my upper left arm. A long, deep cut. Yes, it is painful, and at the same time I know I will not die.

Later I sit on the moss, leaning up against the forest side of the stonehedge. I really should have someone look at the wound.

Even later on I call for my mother to come over. Mom, I yell, Mom! She comes over, and sees to my wound. She puts a large sterile bandage on it. It feels better, now that I know someone has looked at it.

As a child I saw some photos of me and my siblings sitting in a car. There was also a boy sitting there. He was a little older than I. I ask my mother about this photo. She avoids my questions. Now I am older, and ask her again. I begin to realize that I might have an older brother. For some reason he did not grow up with me and my sisters. Why? A vague story begins to take form. He was born with some kind of problem, or? He was taken away for treatment of some kind? He could not live at home? But he looked normal. In the picture. He was perhaps 11 or 12 years old in the picture. I ask my mother how many children she gave birth to. She answers by telling me when she gave birth to her last child. Very odd, I think. I also wonder what part my dad plays in this whole thing. Why did they never tell us about this? What a large and complicated decision they made, and I cannot yet fully understand it. I wonder if the boy in the picture is my brother, and if he is still alive. I wonder if he is healthy. I would like to meet him.

I am visiting a University. It is very quiet here, and quite empty as well. A few people are already seated in the great lecturing hall. I walk around for a bit, in the hallway outside, and look at the grand tall structures that make up this building. I think it is in H. I have forgotten why I am here, perhaps I am waiting for someone.

I feel it is western part of the world

AWAKE RV -I am seeing a dirth road with huge trees both side. There is a kind of building far away. I can’t differ it very well. It can be something like an indian teppee or a wooden windmill etc. I feel a man with white stochings, brown boots maybe a hat. He is carrying something like a weapon, rifle or a stick. There is grass, trees and water around. A second I am feeling like I am in the scene, like being in a painting etc and a second I am feeling as watching from outside. Something about hunting, may be a dog somewhere. Cloudy, parly sunbeams coming between clouds. Daisy?? not sure.

DREAM - Can’t remember well. A woman (me??). working on somethings like old cigar boxes from silver, old zippo lighters. Some has shapes, writings on them.

>From ; ALEV

I woke up late and missed the sending time so I couldn’t give a try at the proper time, sorry. But during the day I recieved same pieces. I thought I better share them at least with you. May be next time I can be better

1- a mn with a brown cloth.
2- an open place, it can be a waterside, or there can be a pool, waterfall or fountain somewhere close or at least a water painting. I felt a coolness.
2- Greyness. It can be a mist in the air, smoke or a shadow.

I will try better next time

Hi. I am submitting my sister Leslie Wilson’s RV image. It is a single image, a shape like old perm rods they are cylintrical with the center smaller in diameter than the two ends. I myself did not have a single image at all! Thanks,

Bjo Ashwill

I’ve got a cough that has been radically disturbing my sleep….am recording a snippet of a dream on the actual target night though I think a longer one last night was more on track:

11/05-06/04: TALL TREE COUNTRY: I was on a country road with green fields and passed first one man on horseback to my right and then another farther down, almost as if they were sentries or guards, camoflage or earthy colors on clothing. Later I am with a woman and we are looking up at tall trees, very old like CA Redwoods but she gave them some other name and told me of their legendary qualitites. Maybe like the mystic oak of the Druids? The intials CJ were relevant.

11/06-07 RV: Couldn’t really get into this, too much going on in the house but I saw a crystalline structure, wider at one end than the other, then tapering down like a channel. Somehow the idea of Ayers Rock in Australia where the Dreamtime began came to my mind, as well as thoughts of the ancestors and the animals, three of which I named, but now can only remember emu and kangaroo.

11/07-08/04: DREAM SUBMISSION: WALKING NARROW WAYS: I’ve been at a conference, almost like ASD, and am soon to fly home, but staying overnight in a room with two other people–one, my friend, leaves and I am alone with an older burly man, pleasant but a stranger to me, not from USA. There is only one room but several beds and I am somewhat apprehensive about sharing space with this person I don’t know, but he seems nice enough. He has a satchel-type briefcase with one book in it, though there is room for more. In a bedside drawer, he has placed a red packet which I guess might be his passport, visas and money?

We talk but eventually I go into the bathroom to put my nightclothes on and on exiting find him at the door. He tries to hug me and I push him away saying I am not interested (in his advances) but he is very strong.** He seems to accept this and I hope I can trust him for the night. I look at my wedding ring and think he should honor that. I ask when he is leaving–next day, it turns out–and he asks if he can get me anything from Switzerland, so I know that is where he is headed.

I decide to try to leave earlier myself and go out to change my tickets, but become lost as to where I am. When I ask directions in the street, of some people, there is a man who is wearing work clothes on the sidewalk near one of the shops and he appears to know the area, pointing me in the right direction. In the streets below where we are standing are a row of larger buildings (hotels, businesses) which I can only see from the rear, not the front signs, etc. One of them is a white building I think might be my hotel or near where I need to go.

Whether it is the workman or another man, I am being led later on a pathway, almost as if along a canal. This reminds me very much of Copenhagen, yet perhaps even more of when we had the conference in Leiden with a stopover in Amsterdam. It is getting darker. I look across the way at what he is pointing out and there is a large brick or reddish stone building, old, with an impressive fascade, the top not square-cornered but ornately rounded with arched elements. There are three or more performers who are costumed and who seemingly walk across the building walls like human flys–similar to some of the Oriental martial arts movies where the warriors have great power, though this is meant as entertainment, almost like clowns.

Later still, I am alone and on a very narrow path that leads to the top of a building which appears to be a school or university. There is a large drop below and I think how dangerous it is up so high with so little by way of guardrails to keep people from falling. Below there may be some kind of games going on, but up top there are some doors, one white one not open to the public, but another where people are going in , so I carefully pick my way across this narrow walkway, avoiding wires, etc.

Back at the hotel room again, I find the man has several people (two women and a man) in the room and they seem to be up to no good and are threatening me, so I run out without luggage or possessions, trying to lose myself in a crowd that is passing by, merging with everyone.

My attention goes to the southern hemisphere, to the east coast of South-Africa.

I have the impression to be in a rather big park in a city. The sun is shining, and it is very bright, with a nice temperature. I can see children playing and a woman sitting on a bench. The children (all girls?) are black and the woman is white.

Dear RV Target,
This is what I saw:
At first I land on a tarmac road beside a meadow It looks like a provincial road.
Next I’m in a harbour with lots of houses in the distance. On the keys are wet cobblestones. It is cold and wet. I see a sort of statue of a woman with long hair, the way she sits reminds me of the Lorelei. It’s black and wet and shiney. It is right beside the water. I hear the word Kristiansand. There are no other people where I stand it feels a bit empty and cold.
I also enclose a drawing of what I saw. Enjoyed it again, thanks and looking forward to the other submissinons
Regards from Hanny Lynch
PS sorry for the delay, I wanted to make a drawing and take a picture of that .
So here it is!!

Hi,

Below are the entries for the remote viewing challenge from my friend Henriette Løvdal and myself.
We decided to try to work together on this one. Neither Henriette or I see ourselves as particularly clairvoyant, but we think we have a good mental connection between the two of us. So we decided that we could perhaps take advantage of that in connection to the remote viewing challenge. Although we are several hundred kilometers apart, living in two different parts of Denmark, we prepared for the challenge by doing a shared synchronous meditation trying to enhance our connection and our awareness of psychic energy. We then proceeded with the remote viewing trying to draw on the special connection we have. Finally we wrote our experiences down separately, before discussing them with each other.

Best regards,

Anders Vogt

These are Henriette’s results:

The most clear and distinct feeling that came to me, was the feeling of not having very much room to stand on. Maybe 2x2 meters or something like that. And that I was standing at a high up place, maybe a plateau or a viewpoint of some kind. I was in nature, below me was trees and forest floor, maybe a small river. At some point I was thinking Mexico, since the soil had a kind of reddish colour.
It was the kind of nature that would make you think of civilizations emerging and disappearing, and at one point I imagined myself standing in the middle of a roundabout, watching the traffic around me in slow motion. But I quickly got the feeling, that this was not where I was, but merely a thought generated by the historical elegance of this beautiful place.

These are Anders’s results:
A. First I saw a small shiny bean or kidney shaped object. It seemed very far away. It appeared as white lines on a dark background. (marked A on the drawing attached to this mail)
B. Next I saw a strange kind of tower or building. It looked a bit like a Thai pagoda, but it was too minimalist in its shape to be a Thai pagoda. It consisted only of a conic base with three spheres on top of it, as shown in my drawing (marked B)
C. Next I saw two other towers, or possibly two versions of the same tower. These were much taller than the pagoda. They are marked C in my drawing. I saw both of them from the ground against a blue sky. One looked a lot like the Seattle Space Needle, the other was more like the tower of a mosque or minaret. At this point I imagined that I turned to my friend Henriette, who I had agreed to work together with in this challenge. I followed her through an underground maze until we ascended to ground level, and climbed a tower similar to the ones I had seen earlier. Climbing it I had a feeling that it was very high-tech, a scientific installation. From the top of the tower I had a view over a desert with what looked like some dried-out lakes. I sensed an ocean near by. I had the feeling that I was in Mexico or the US, but at the same time there was a middle-east feeling about the tower
D. Still in the same session I started drifting into sleep, and saw pictures of 1. what looked like a green cucumber cut in half and placed on the ground as if it had grown out of it, and 2. a similar picture of what appeared to be Aloe-leaves growing out of the desert sand one by one. Both are show in my drawing, marked D.

RV Target - who ever you are.

This was Dream RV. I did not have time this weekend to attempt a waking RV session. I am having a terrible time with my scanner, which I hoped would be fixed before the deadline, but alas, it is not. My sketches are better than this silly Paint Program and I didn’t have time to do a photomontage before the deadline reached us.

Thanks again,

Laura Atkinson

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Initial thoughts upon waking: 3 layers, horse, haunted, unseen, claustrophobic, narrow, sword, icicle type shape

The dream begins in a very tall, but narrow brown house with three stories. It is near a horse barn in a small neighborhood. There is a person (female?) taking me on a tour of each of the rooms. The lay out of the house seems very old, as if it were originally built in New England 1800s, but that place seems out of context. I am told that the insulation is made of horsehair and old newspapers. I doubt that it would meet today’s fire codes. We begin on the first floor, and climb up very narrow stairs to the second floor. There is an old, deep, white tub with ornate claw feet. The third floor offers two bedrooms and a small storage space. This person seems excited to tell me that most curious feature of the house is its basement.

Traveling back down the narrow staircase, a door opens to what appears to be a dark and empty staircase. This is actually an elevator on a rope and pulley system that lowers us into a cavern below the house. There is an immediate sense of claustrophobia, I get a feeling that there are spirits lurking in the corners, and that this area was once an underground escape passage? for slaves? (Again I am thinking of my New England upbringing, but it doesn’t seem quite fitting.) There has been death here and it is very unsettling. The cavern looks like it is filled with icicles dripping down from the ceiling (limestone stalactites?) I get the immediate impression that I should be carrying a sword like a medieval knight and being thinking of the game Dungeons and Dragons. I hear dripping water. I feel the need to remove myself from this room more quickly than my tour guide is willing to move, so instead of waiting for the elevator platform, I shimmy up the pulley rope. EOD I woke up thinking who on earth was brave & daring enough to choose this location as the target!?!?!?!?

RV Dream 11/06/2004
Submitted by Goshengolly

I dreamed of being at a road which forked, and I had to take one of the Routes. One Route was 9, one was Route 10. I went to the right at the fork in the road, since the other road straight ahead was a blackened dead end.

Then I dreamed of standing on an “iron ore” mound, which had a small square dark area in its surface to the left of my visual field. I got into a boat and rowed across some water and came to a cave, a square boxy shaped entrance. A man named Mr. Guinness was living in the cave with his wife. There was a Lion loose here that was roaming about, which did not seem to disturb the man. The cave was painted with the colors of sand, and a green palm tree decorated the walls. I rowed a boat to the shore opposite the iron ore mound and past the cave to the right, and was greeted by a woman who wanted to use my boat. Then I dreamed of my brother, with a round container, with a square in the center, which held his “tooth retainer”. I didn’t know that he was using a retainer, or tooth braces at night when he slept�.Then I dreamed of my sister, who was driving an ambulance, a square boxy vehicle, and she wanted to share her “cigars” with me and another woman. I decided that I didn’t really want to smoke a cigar. My sister was with a tall woman in a Lab coat. I had a lab coat on also, and had to button mine up.

My earlier dream was about trying to locate some children’s books on “Captain Kangaroo” and “Mr. Green Jean’s”. I also dreamed of an area called “The Dome”.

I wondered upon waking if I was locating a target in Australia because of the reference to “The Dome”, and the “iron ore mound” and “Captain Kangaroo”� But the palm trees in the Cave, and the Lion, threw my analytical mind off�.

RV Waking Visions 11/6/2004

I attempted to RV the Target at 11:00am (Est) on 11/06/04 and had three waking visual impressions as I meditated on the target. The first image was of two hands enjoined as if in prayer, going up and down like a lever, which felt like an oil field drill with two arms going up and down. The second image was of a man at a whiteboard erasing two circles in a left hand column on the board; then an earthquake struck and the image ended. Then I saw two birds enjoined in the air and they were falling from the sky. Then they were falling sideways in front of a set of steep cliffs, brown in color, in the background.

Drawings attached…(a .bmp file… NovemberRV2004.bmp)

TY…
Goshengolly

Remote viewing Saturday 6 November:

An impression of a tall, narrow shape. The Eiffel Tower comes to mind, then the leaning tower of Pisa, then a tower (?) that I believe forms part of the skyline in some American city, but I don’t know which (west coast?) - this tower looks golden, and with a ‘bulge’ near the top (restaurant? offices? media network?).

And then I think of redwood trees. (I never think of redwood trees.)

I can’t draw, and don’t have a scanner anyway, but I think the shape, tall and narrow (and possibly with a ‘bulge’) might have some relevance on the structural level (rather than the actual towers that came to mind, in particular the Eiffel tower and the tower of Pisa, which seemed mostly like my mind casting around for some similarity of shape.)

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Sunday 7 November:

No dreams that seemed RV related in the night between Saturday and Sunday.

Night between Friday and Saturday I had a dream about a man visiting ‘Lyme Regis’ (no resemblance to the real Lyme Regis, but might relate to the previous RV target site, so a possible ‘target’ connection), passing himself off under a fake name - Alfie - and I think fake looks, too. A second, unnamed, man appeared in the dream, too, as if in support of ‘Alfie’s’ fake identity. The dream took place somewhat away from the coast itself, a couple of miles, perhaps, and I suggested a trip to the sea front, as it seemed a shame not to, since ‘Alfie’ had come such a long way to see ‘me’. (Not sure about the identity of ‘me’ here.)

Olivia

1. GENERAL LOCATION:

Country - USA

City - New York, NY

General Area - Downtown

2. SPECIFIC LOCATION:

Object - Paintings

Building - Museum

Site - Exibit

3. ASSOCIATED THEMES:

Myths - Mythical Gods Paintings - Zues, etc.

Legends - Marolyn Monroe Painting, Famous People Paintings

Backgrounds - Famous Museum on Downtown Street.

Fancy Resteraunt after going to Museum sitting with friends at a big nicely fixed table. Low lamp light, dark setting with soothing music in background.

4. OTHER PSI HINTS:

Person Sending Remote Viewing Images - Man with dark hair, middle age

Clothes - Silk electric blue shirt and dark pants

Occasion - Visiting friends and there to do this project.

Curt Hoffman (teximus@comcast.net)

1) I am in northern California, near the coast. I am assisting groups of professionals – actors, lawyers, doctors – to work together. I travel southwards from town to town doing this. At times I can see the ocean to my right, but at other times I cannot. When I can, it is a beautiful view, with cliffs and narrow beaches and endless water. (Note: This dream was a bit before the time of the sending.)

2) I am travelling on a 4-lane limited access highway through a forested area towards the house of my friends, Joy & Bill, in North Carolina. A female former student is also going there, but in a separate car. It is winter, and the road becomes increasingly icy as I travel southwards. Many of the drivers are overly cautious about driving on these roads, but I am very comfortable, even when I skid a bit. So I have no hesitation about passing even large trucks. Eventually the road becomes so iced over and rutted that even I have to use more caution. (Note: I awoke from this dream right after the end of the sending, if it lasted half an hour.)

3) I have reached Joy & Bill’s house. It is the 5th house on the left on a suburban street. It is set back from the street more than the houses before it, and is around a curve, so it can’t be seen from the street until I get to it. It is a small house, about 100 years old, with pale green shingles on the walls and ivory wood trim. There is a small, square, covered porch in front with square wooden pillars. As I am preparing to get out of my car, my friend Patricia drives up – she is going to join me and others on a camping trip, and we are all assembling here. She asks if I can take a piece of furniture in my car when we leave for home. I tell her that I can certainly fit this in. We go to the side door of the house together and enter. To the right of the entrance is a small kitchen, separated by a half-high partition. Joy is busy in there, preparing food. There are several other people milling around in the small living room beyond. I see Bill and go up and shake his hand. There is a knock at the side door – I go back there and open it. A tall, somewhat overweight man with a neatly trimmed goatee and wearing an olive green velour shirt is there. I let him in. He says he is Mr. Huffmann and that he is a friend of Bill’s from Iowa. I’ve never met him before. He also says that he is in charge of assigning sleeping spaces for tonight. There is a small room off the entry with a single bed in it – he will take that, while the rest of us will have to sleep on the floor or on couches in the other rooms. He assigns me to sleep in the bathroom – a small room off the living room to the right. I realize that I have not brought much food for the trip – just a bag of granola. I will have to depend on other people for food. My wife’s mother arrives, looking very fit and vigorous (in waking life she died 5 years ago) and ready for camping. I need to use the bathroom, but there is a long line for it. When it is my turn, my wife’s mother tries to get in ahead of me, but I push her aside and lock the door behind me. (Note: this was a waking dream, at least an hour after the end of the sending.)

Curt

Dream:

I was in a wooded area with narrow roads, some dirt some gravel. At one point there was some difficulty getting two vehicles were I was headed. We came upon a place in the road where it looked like there should be a bridge. It looked like a creek bed but the rocks or bricks of the bridge appeared to be inverted. The bricks or rocks ran along the surface of the creek bed and at the far side went straight up. On the face of the far side of the brick/rock structure there was a square of bricks/rocks that were raised from the surface. We came upon two female travelers who were looking at a house. The house contained many women and at least one man. They dressed and undressed with no concern for us. I was with an older overweight kid (14-18) and a younger kid (5-8) both boys.

Viewing:

The first thing I saw resembled a crystal, kind of yellow in color. Then the word refugee repeated or it may have been fuji or even fiji. Then a spade shape appeared similar to an arab or russian roof top, like a mushroom with a sharp pointy hat. Then a Big frog or Bull frog. Winchester repeated. I also saw an inverted or upside down tree (no leaves) and a foldable oriental fan.

NJM

Hi,
The first thing I saw was an Island and I had the thought that it maight be volcanic. The next thing was something that looks like a face with a mask, maybe a racoon, and the word "bandit". Then I saw a very rustic house in the woods or forrest. Another scene was something having to do with fish, sharks, or other marine life. Then there was an inverted v (^) which could be a roof line. Next, an elephant or some large grayish creature, rocks, something going by on a wheel (someone riding by on a bicycle or unicycle). Last, I asked myself where the location was and I got "South Pacific".
Thanks!
Hannah

Here is the rating system I was using.

1. General location (country, city, general area)

5 points: Specific correspondence with country, city, or neighborhood.
Examples: Amsterdam, Oregon, South London , Galway hills, Tibetian Himalayas, South Side of New York, County Clair, Xanxax on Sirius planet B. Also exact geometric descriptions - A bay with an old prison on it for SF Bay Area.
4 points: National or correspondence. National or general area. Netherlands, England.
3 points: Large geographic areas - North America, South America, Europe, Asia.
2 points: Hemispheric and Ecozone correspondences - tropical, rain forest, desert, city, plains, mountains, sea, lakes, rivers, …
1 point: Associational or metaphorical correspondences - A town with horse statues, that turns out to be Trottington, England

2. Specific location (object, building, site)

5 points : Specific name or shape of site or object. (Empire state building, Gothic cathedral with angels going up and down a ladder for the Cathedral in Bath, Chevrolet)
4 points : Functional description: Car Factory, Massage Parlor, taxi car, farm house)
3 points : Same type of object - building, rock formation, car, house.
2 points : Close approximation - something typically considered similar in shape or use.
1 point : Associational or metaphorical correspondence. Word plays, opposites, logical links, historical links.