REMOTE VEIWING AND OTHER ' MIND ' PROGRAMS AND APPLICATIONS

RIGHT TO CHOOSE

STANFORD ST. MIKEY LIKES IT ! MIKEY !

YEARS AGO WHEN I FIRST MOVED TO STANFORD ( INTERESTING ? ) I CARRIED OVER BOOKS FROM MY SILVER ST ADDRESS ( ACROSS THE STREET ) AND A HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL FELL OUT OF A BOOK. I WAS GOING TO UNM, ART SCHOOL.

A YEAR OR SO BEFORE ( 1986 OR SO ) I FILLED OUT ALL INFORMATION REGARDING JUST WHO MIKEY WAS THEN ALL GROWN UP. I PULLED ' BACK ' THEN ' FORWARDS ' THE FACE AND BODY IN MY MIND. AND " HELLO MIKEY ! " THE DUDE WITH THE BIKE WHEEL. I MADE MY CHOICE AND FILLED OUT THE COMPETITION, GRADE PRISE ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS AND THEN FILLED OUT THE ENVELOPE, ALL THAT WAS NEEDED WAS A STAMP. I HAD A BEER HAPPY WITH WHAT I COULD DO; NO ONE SAID I COULDN'T.

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ALL ABOUT IT. I DO NOT KNOW WHY I HID ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS FROM MYSELF THAT WEEK TOO. I FOUND OUT THAT I WON OR RATHER GOT THE RIGHT ANSWER IN A MAGAZINE. I FOUND THE ' LETTER ' WHEN I WAS MOVING ACROSS THE STREET, TOO.

HIND SIGHT, ' THAT VOICE,' ONLY ONCE IN AWHILE. ' BACKGROUND.'


7400 FRANKLIN DR.

I DIDN'T WANT TO PICK THE WEEDS IN THE BACK YARD. I WAS ANGRY. MY BROTHER WAS SCREAMING AT ME TO PICK THE WEEDS FROM ANOTHER ROOM, " MOM SAID." THIS WAS IN THE EARLY SEVENTIES. OUR MAID LEFT THE YEAR BEFORE, I THINK, MAYBE TWO YEARS BEFORE, BEFORE THE DIVORCE OF MY PARENTS.

I WAS STARING AT THOSE WEEDS AND ' LISTENING ' TO A MALES ' VOICE ' TELLING ME THAT THE WEEDS " IN A SENSE WERE REALLY NOT THERE IN RELATIONSHIP WITH ' A ' UNDERSTANDING OF ' TIME.' AND THAT THEY ' COULD ' BE SOMEWHERE ELSE, IF ' HERE ' AT ALL. " ALTHOUGH THIS IS NOT AN EXACT QUOTE, IT IS AN APPROXIMATION OF WHAT I WAS ABLE TO MAKE OUT WITH HIS USE OF A MORE ' LEARNED EXPRESSION OF LANGUAGE ' AND WORD USAGE. IN OTHER WORDS, HE USED ALOT OF ' BIG ' WORDS AND LONG ONES TOO.

IN ANY EVENT, I FOCUSED AND THOUGHT OF FIRST IT ' DISAPPEARING ' AND AFTER A WHILE I QUIT, THEN A BETTER EXPLANATION WAS GIVEN AND ' ENCOURAGEMENT ' AND THE WEED ' BLINKED ' OUT OF REALITIES FRAME. IT WAS GONE.

I HEARD A SOUND, THE WEED CAME BACK/" BART, MOM SAID TO GO OUTSIDE AND PULL THE WEEDS !," A HAND ON MY SHOULDER, I TURNED FEELING ' NOTHING ' AND MY BROTHER PAUL WAS JUST STANDING LOOKING AT ME, THEN I MOVED, HE JUST KEPT LOOKING AT THE WINDOW. HE WAS FROZEN, WIDE EYED; LOST.

I SHOOK HIM, YELLED HIS NAME, THEN SLAPPED HIM. HE FINELY MOVED, SAID SOMETHING. WE BOTH WERE AFRAID. I LOOKED AT THE WINDOW ' NO ONE ' WAS THERE. I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT PAUL SAID. WE LEFT THE ROOM QUICK. IT WAS THE ROOM CLOSEST TO COL. GATCHER'S GARAGE, NEXT DOOR.

I HAVE NEVER SAID THIS BEFORE, THE WEED OUTSIDE, I LOOKED FOR IT, ' THAT ONE,' IT WAS GONE, AFTER MANY TRIES AT FIGURING WHERE IT WAS. BUT THE ONLY PLACE WHERE IT SHOULD OF ' BEEN ' WAS JUST DIRT AND SAND; NO FOOT PRINTS. I WAS VERY UNEASY AND DEEPLY; A SUTLER FEAR.