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Yesterday, a friend and I were discussing the Transpersonal Movement, sometimes known as Group Dynamics, a theory/practice that posits a psychic connection between human beings. Advocates of the idea–which include scientists and university professors–claim that the mind extends beyond any individual brain, and that it is therefore possible for people to share thoughts. The paranormal investigator John Keel claimed in his book The Eighth Tower to be able to do this spontaneously, although the movement practitioners have developed techniques for tapping into it. Some large corporations use these techniques to enable executives and other key groups to build up a kind of energy between each other, thus producing more innovative ideas and enabling faster decision making.

My friend related a recent incident he had had. In his words: “There is another effect that (perhaps) occurs. One could describe it as a carrier frequency, onto which are modulated certain words, phrases, or, perhaps, ideas. At times, we ‘receive’ this signal and become aware of parts of its content. This happened yesterday. Early in the morning, I thought of the word ‘bolo’, as it was used in the 1980s, to mean someone who failed at something, or the act of failing itself (‘he bolo’d that’). Later in the day, I get an email from an old Army friend who I haven’t seen in well over a decade. And he asks me if I remember the word ‘bolo’ and it being used in the sense of failing or being a failure. Was ‘bolo’ on the carrier wave yesterday? Not sure, but it is another one of those very odd coincidences.”

This made me think of something that happened to me about 15 years ago. When I was in the Army, my first duty station was at Heidelberg, Germany. I worked in the same facility as a man named Mr. Clark. We were strictly colleagues, not working the same shift and not socializing together. I never even knew his first name. When my tour in Heidelberg was up, I was transferred to Stuttgart, where I worked for DISA, the joint military communications command for Europe. One day, on my way out to lunch, an image of Clark flashed into my mind. I was perplexed by this; I hadn’t thought of the man for 10 years. When I returned from lunch, Mr. Clark was standing in the front lobby of the building.

I don’t experience many of these episodes. But occasionally, my mind really does seem to tap into something beyond my physical body.


Published by T L Trevaskis

Author of The Forgotten Disturbed. Explorer of spirituality, consciousness and magic. Psychonaut.

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