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frank-olivier · 2 months
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Barry Eisler (The Commonwealth Club of California)
Investigative journalist and bestselling author Annie Jacobsen delves into the U.S. government's decades-long investigation into mental powers and phenomena. Jacobsen reveals how the U.S. government has utilized ESP to locate hostages, fugitives, and secret bases, as well as to predict future threats. Drawing on declassified documents and exclusive interviews with former CIA and Defense Department scientists, analysts, and program managers, Jacobsen sheds light on these radical and controversial programs.
Annie Jacobsen: ESP and the U.S. Government (April 2017)
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Debra Lynn Katz (New Thinking Allowed)
Angela Ford was a member of the U.S. Army remote viewing unit at Fort Meade, Maryland, from 1986 to 1995 - with some legendary success stories. Later, she travelled to Russia with physicist Edwin May to meet her cold war counterparts there. Here she describes how she practiced a form of channeling, i.e., automatic writing, while working in the Army's remote viewing unit. This practice was frowned upon by those who held to a strict interpretation of the proper protocols for remote viewing. However, the automatic writing led to several successful drug interdictions and other intelligence operations. She points out that the primary requirement for remote viewing, or channeling, is that the percipient be blind as to the actual target.
Angela Ford: Channeling and Remote Viewing (December 2021)
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Global Meditation Podcast
An interview with remote viewer and psychic Angela Dellafiora Ford. We discuss automatic writing and her time in the Project Star Gate remote viewing program. Angela was one of the few female remote viewers in the program and the only one to use automatic writing, a process that became known in the remote viewing unit as Written Remote Viewing or WRV. In this interview Angela discusses her introduction to the psychic arts and automatic writing, her use of this approach in the remote viewing unit, and how she has continued to use this and other tools to explore and teach the psychic arts.
Angela Ford: A Deep Dive into Automatic Writing (August 2022)
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Gaia
Before there was an official remote viewing program, there was Uri Geller. In 1972, he traveled to Stanford Research Institute to have his unusual abilities tested under laboratory conditions. Unbeknownst to him, many of these scientists had direct links to the CIA which had a strong interest in his ability to gather information that they could not get in any other way. During this time, he worked with prominent scientists, such as Edgar Mitchell, Russell Targ, and Ingo Swan, who would go on to establish the initial Remote Viewing project. Much of what they did is still secret, but we gain access to footage from these experiments and see, first hand, the astounding results that shaped the CIA’s belief in the paranormal.
Uri Geller at the Stanford Research Institute (November 2021)
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Planet P Project - Power
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Saturday, March 9, 2024
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ibrithir-was-here · 3 months
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Rosemary is for Remembrance Part 7
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autumnmobile12 · 11 months
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It's kinda hilarious that later in life, Mai has the potential to explain her career in random, out of context anecdotes that have absolutely no correlation to each other just to confuse people outside of SPR.
"I got possessed by a child once and followed a co-worker around thinking he was my dad."
"I've been knocked unconscious like...seven, eight times?"
"I once participated in a high-profile case in this really cool mansion where the ghost was soaking in his victims' blood."
"One time, my boss was so mad that he killed a god."
"True story."
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starculler · 1 month
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strap in for this week's fic flavor: the failsafe episode of season one of the young justice cartoon except the simulation just won't. fuckin. end.
(fics that inspired this at the end)
If I ever did sit down to make my own fic, I'd split it in 3 parts:
The Simulation: bits and pieces of the 40 years Dick lives after most everyone he knows has died
The Return: the immediate aftermath and healing from the trauma of having not-quite-actually lived a whole life only to wake up and find out it was all fake. nothing traumatizing about that whatsoever.
The Unintended Consequence: aka the twist I'd love to add and would hint to in the second part - finding out the simulation, through martian mind fuckery, pulled from the real world (and in many cases, from real minds). Dick meets a bunch of people he didn't think were real outside the confines of his simulated life. A bunch of rowdy, heroism-inclined teens across the years get to meet the sibling/friend/mentor figure they all dreamed up one night.
(actual idea snippets under the cut)
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Dick Grayson is 14 and most of the world's heroes have died. He planned a suicide mission that left him the sole survivor of a doomed team he helped found. The invasion may have been stopped, but is this really the price he wanted to pay?
The first face he sees in the infirmary is Roy's, and he has to close his eyes and just breathe for a few minutes because for one painful moment he'd thought it was Wally. But this isn't the world where his best friend miraculously survived alongside him. This is the one where he got his best friend killed and didn't even give him the courtesy of following behind him. Behind them.
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Dick Grayson is 27 and has lived longer without Bruce than with him. The invasion's anniversary is always a tough day for him, but that morning seems especially harrowing. He'll get shit for it later, but can't resist stepping out onto the balcony of the manor's master bedroom (Bruce's old bedroom) for a smoke -- his first since he'd promised to quit if Jason, just 15 then, did too.
"Bad habits tend to pile up," he'd said, a rueful quirk to his tired grin. He'd tapped the cigarette twice on the railing and added, lower, "and this one's especially nasty, huh."
He inhales, watches the sun creep across the horizon, and lets acrid smoke burn through his lungs for a long moment before blowing it out in a small cloud. His eyes water, but he doesn't cough. It tastes just as bad as it did the first time he smoked one, not even a year after the invasion and treading water as Robin proved insufficient.
There hadn't been enough heroes to go around then, and Dick had been trained by one of the best. It hadn't been fair, but it had been his plan that had ultimately stopped the invasion. His shoulders everyone's expectations fell on.
He takes another drag, then smudges the lit end against the rail he's leaned on when he hears a boot scuff purposefully against the roofing above him.
"Todd and Pennyworth will be upset with you."
He doesn't turn around. Damian doesn't jump down to join him.
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Dick Grayson is 54 and wakes up in a room full of ghosts. He hears his long-dead father-figure tell his long-dead team about a simulation they weren't meant to win. A training exercise gone wrong and only half a day spent under their mentors' careful, if slightly panicked, supervision.
He looks at his hands, watching the way his gloves crease when he flexes them in and out of tight fists. He looks at his team, their eyes a little haunted but shoulders slumped with relief even as they grumble. Batman's heavy, gloved hand settles on his shoulder and the weight of it is a nauseating mix of foreign-familiar.
He opens his mouth. Closes it.
Tears prick his eyes behind his domino mask, and he tells himself the suffocating, acidic void building in his chest is just some leftover side effect of the ordeal and not the grief-guilt of outliving yet another family (no matter that they hadn't been real in the end).
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Dick Grayson is 16-going-on-56 and well used to the coincidences piling up between his simulated life and the real thing. Some of it -- missions and villains he remembers cropping up -- he's marked for Bruce to review and sort as he pleases. Some -- security for the cave, team building anecdotes, and training regimens -- he's shared with the team. And some he keeps only for himself.
Tim is one of those. He knows it's not fair to the kid (so much smaller now than he ever was when Dick lived his simulated life), but he can't help being selfish just for this. Tim is the one kid he's sure he didn't make up, and if Dick's taken to babysitting the kid just to be near at least one member of the family he built for himself in the wake of the worst days of his life .... Well, anyone who says shit about it can happily stand in line to have their teeth kicked in.
Despite this, it still catches him off-guard when he sees a familiar face pop up in one of Bruce's reports.
Jason Todd, caught boosting tires off the batmobile, is nearly the same age now as he was when Dick met him. He stares at the words, but none of them really sink in beyond the kid's name and address. He's moving before he's even made the decision.
He's used to the world kicking him when he's down - lived it for 40 frustrating years. But he has Bruce again. And things with Tim have been so good. And he's always been selfish when it comes to family. If he could just see Jason. If he could just meet him. If he could talk to him.
If if if if if--
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Inspirations:
Circles in Shattered Mirrors by InfinityIllusion
Fine (But Not Okay) by CharlotteDaBookworm
Verisimilitude by mutemelody
#young justice#young justice cartoon#batfam#batman#dick grayson#thoughts and headcanons#the heart wrenching inability to cope with the fact that you've lived a fully realized life#you've loved and lost and loved again in the face of every unending tragedy#until you've forcefully carved out this one little safe haven for yourself#only to be thrust back to the beginning of one of your greatest traumas - esp one you're partly responsible for!#gotta love it#anyway i am and always have been obsessed with dick grayson and no one can stop me#the simulation was fake but some psychic bs means real world elements filtered in#cue several children with weird dream-memories of half-lived experiences and a massive sense of deja-vu#when they wade into the superhero world#all i can picture is the spiderman pointing meme but it's the batkids at dick lol#my favorite idea is that once Dick gets his grubby hands on Jason and Tim it's all over from there#he's pulling late nights and researching and scouring facial recognition databases until he finds his kids#(he blurs the lines a lot when it comes to considering them his siblings vs kids#on the one hand they're not super far apart in age bar Damian#on the other he hasn't been a kid in any meaningful way since he was 14 and he very nearly raised half of them in some way#(plus side to an au is that i can space the ages out more as needed compared to the show haha)#jason and cass are firmly siblings close as they are to his age#steph tim and duke fluctuate depending on how in trouble or injured they are#i will die by dick being damian's dad tho lmao#babs is more platonic life partner than sibling but very firmly family regardless#this is the dick grabs on to any shred of family he can with both hands and drags them in kicking and screaming if he has to au
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harpidiem · 3 months
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you let them in, didn’t you?
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kirnet · 4 months
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A court of flowers and fire a house of ruin and smoke a tale of dick and balls a Greek myth retelling of Persephone and hades a retelling of beauty and the beast the fae with no riddles enemies to lovers but they fuck within 200 pages another Persephone retelling *spice* and dark romance a chosen one with no flaws who isn’t like the other hags in the story recycled tropes with no plot or worldbuilding badly edited r*eylo fanfic more damn faE MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP
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scrunkle · 9 months
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lab baby au doodles i made of the ku brothers :) planning on writing this someday
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mtkanna · 6 months
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in their own ways, each member of the narzissenkreuz institute became 'immortal,' i think. jakob exists as an abyssal creature lived far beyond his original lifespan, while the eidolon in the real annapausis holds all of mary-ann guillotin's memory and thus acts as a living monument to her. alain guillotin produced so many advancements for fontaine's technology that his name was almost canonised—everyone knows his name, now, and what he did for fontaine, even if they don't know much about him as a person. and rene became part of the primordial sea only to return as narzissenkreuz, thus becoming a being that prophesied its own death and infinite rebirth...
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ohayohimawari · 7 months
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"What is this? It's horrible. I've never been in such a disturbed house before!"
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randompokemonfacts · 1 year
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Random Fact of the Day
Daily Pokémon that was randomly selected: Farigiraf!
Did you know that Farigiraf’s psychic power is 10 times stronger than that of Girafarig? This Pokémon’s two brains are connected through thick nerves, allowing it to increase its psychic energy and unleash psychic waves through its antennae. Although Farigiraf is always observing its surroundings and its brains can instantly detect danger, its body sometimes cannot react as quickly!
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frank-olivier · 2 months
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Mexico Unexplained
Pachita: Psychic Surgeon, Medium & Mystic (November 2017)
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Ida Cuéllar
The story of Dr. Jacobo Grinberg, a researcher at the Universidad Nacional Autonoma de Mexico, who sought to combine his interest in shamanism and telepathy with a more rigorous scientific understanding. His sudden disappearance in 1994 and the following police investigation forms the basis of this documentary study.
El secreto del doctor Grinberg (2020)
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Jeffrey Mishlove (New Thinking Allowed)
Alex Gomez-Marin, PhD, expresses his admiration and respect for the wide-ranging career of anthropologist/neurologist, Jacobo Grinberg, who mysteriously disappeared in 1994.
Alex Gomez-Marin: The Brain and the Universe - The Jacobo Grinberg Story (January 2024)
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Concrete Blonde - Bajo La Lune Mexicana
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Sean Munger
In 1998, several women associated with "Tensegrity," the belief system of 1970s New Age guru, cult leader and literary hoaxer Carlos Castaneda, vanished upon Castaneda's death. All but one of their cases remain unsolved. What happened to these women, and why did they follow Castaneda in the first place?
Sean Munger: What happend to the "Witches" of Carlos Castaneda? (July 2018)
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Jimmy Akin (Mysterious World)
In the late 1960s, Carlos Castaneda claimed to reveal the drug-fueled, mystical teachings of a Native American sorcerer, launching the New Age movement. Jimmy Akin and Dom Bettinelli explore who Castaneda was and what he taught and the truth behind the mysteries surrounding him.
Jimmy Akin: Carlos Castaneda - Godfather of the New Age (Death Cult?) (December 2020)
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Concrete Blonde - Jonestown
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Guru Viking
In this interview I am joined by Nyei Murez, personal student and scribe of best-selling author and nagual sorcerer Carlos Castaneda. We discuss who Castaneda was, and Nyei gives a detailed history of his lineage up to the present day. We find out how Nyei first met Castaneda, and explore her intensive course of study and training under his personal guidance. We learn about Castaneda’s writing process, including stories of Nyei’s close collaboration with him on several best selling books. Nyei also talks on the nature of power, and shares insights into the current geo-political situation.
Nyei Murez: Scribe of Carlos Castaneda (May 2020)
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In this interview I am once again joined by Nyei Murez, personal student and writing collaborator of best-selling author and nagual sorcerer Carlos Castaneda. In this discussion, we learn about the art of dreaming in the tradition of the nagual. Nyei talks about the various different stages and training approaches to the art of dreaming, including how to become lucid - waking up in the dream and even to changing the dream environment. We discuss how to identify beings from other realms, so called ‘dream scouts’, and how to meet and communicate with other people, living or dead, while asleep. Nyei also discusses how to use the dream state to manifest favourable circumstances in the waking world, and how to defend against psychic or energetic attack from other skilled dreamers.
Nyei Murez: The Art of Dreaming (June 2020)
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Thursday, March 7, 2024
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figsandphiltatos · 1 year
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There was a sound from the dark edges of the hall, like the sound of something hard tapping on the stone walls. Cassandra turned to see a flash of golden hair. For a god named Phoebus, Apollo was all too skilled in hiding in the darkness. As he approached, the pale moonlight slowly revealed his features. His wore a grin like the one Cassandra had observed in young boys when they crushed anthills under their sandals, though there was a glint to his eyes--ever present--that sent her heart skittering like a frightened animal. He was not quite human, no one who looked at him for long could mistakenly think otherwise. The cut of his jaw was too perfect, his eyes too cold and distant, his posture too practiced and his footfalls too light.
"You aren't going to warn him?" He asked, light glinting off his eyes in a display of spiteful delight.
"No." Cassandra wiped the tears from her cheeks, stood up straighter. She tried to appear as the proud princess of Troy she was meant to be, as if she hadn't burst into tears only moments ago at the sight of her brother holding his son.
"Why not?" The way Apollo's features twisted was unnatural, an uncanny display of disingenuous concern. He did not quite manage to wipe the smirk off his golden face.
Cassandra balled her fists at her sides. "I will not give you the satisfaction. It would please you, wouldn't it, far-shooter, to see me beg at my brother's feet? Sob and kiss his hands and insist that he not return to war?"
"Oh, it would." Apollo agreed, his grin stretching just too far to look right. He pleased himself, when he was like this.
"Then I will not." Cassandra insisted, trying to sound proud although she did not feel it.
"Not yet, perhaps." Apollo waved off the delay in the inevitable as if it meant nothing to him. Of course it meant nothing to him, he was a god. It would only seem a short wait. He shook his head after a moment, like the agitated lion shaking his mane to free himself of petulant flies. "It did not have to be like this. I could have made you a deathless one like me, taken you as a wife. None of this would have mattered then."
Cassandra paused. For a moment, she felt as though all the air in the room had been pulled from her lungs. Apollo may as well have been making the argument over her eldest brother's corpse. "No, you couldn't have." She said quietly. Realization crept over her like a chill which reached the bones. "It did have to be this way. You knew as much. You must have."
Apollo's features had gone stony. He did not rage loudly. She knew this from only once before, but it was like a horrible storm that one did not so easily forget, but Cassandra had long since grown too tired to fear him.
"You knew, Foreseer, and you condemned me to your own wrath the moment you asked." She spat the words like venom.
Apollo looked least like a human, now. His expression was an unearthly cold and his skin seemed drawn taut over his faultless features. "What is it our dear Helenus says, princess?" When he spoke, his words were scathing. They reverberated in the air in a way words spoken so softly should not. "It is not about who will win or lose, one must learn to enjoy the game. He always did understand that better than you."
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autumnmobile12 · 9 months
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Then vs Now
Ghost Hunt 10 years later.
Updated equipment, Naru has post-quarantine hair, Lin's going grey, Takigawa has an undercut, and Mai in business casual!
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bigenderteruki · 7 months
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Ok I have a question
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lewy-d-11 · 2 months
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“You keep on learning and learning, and pretty soon you learn something no one else has learned before”
Richard Feynman
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seraphiloqui · 6 months
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Keyboard Puffer Jacket by Liminal
Mai gets this at a thrift shop as a gift for Lin. She has good intentions, mostly. It's Christmas.
Naru has to go into his office to howl in laughter for the first time in his life.
Lin tries to convince his shiki to destroy it but they're just confused.
Takigawa and Ayako walk in and are wondering if a bird got into Naru's office or something until they see Lin holding the jacket with one hand and making odd waving motions at the air.
Madoka, when texted a picture of the thing by Yasuhara, threatens him with blackmail if he tries to get rid of it.
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