When I first started studying Technical Remote Viewing® last December, I realized very quickly that this was a legitimate and mind-boggling technology. But my husband, a cynical and suspicious 20-year veteran of the local police department, just laughed. When I started submitting Targets Of The Week, and showed him some of the sessions done by the more experienced viewers, his reply was that they were "shills" and not "students."
Exasperated, I finally asked what it would take to convince him that this was "real." He replied, three sessions where I "nailed" it. But, he added, "it's all smoke and mirrors. You're just getting lucky sometimes. Pure coincidence."
The first session that raised his eyebrows was a Target Of The Week session where the cue was the cause of the shuttle disaster. This turned out to be a very good session for me. I drew what looked like heat tiles on one sketch, the nose cone of the shuttle on another, and had a lot of data that couldn't be "explained away." He admitted I appeared to have nailed it, but that I was guessing because it was in the news.
I kept practicing. Every time he saw me logging into TRV University, he would shake his head and mutter, "NOT TRV again!! It's ALL SMOKE AND MIRRORS." I was afraid he'd try to tell me to stop, but he never did. I believe the reason he didn't was that, although he thought TRV was absolutely a scam or useless at best, he would defend to the death my rather sporadic telepathic ability. I think that deep down in his mind, there was just enough open-mindedness to keep him from issuing an edict.
The second session that got his attention came about a month later on another Target Of The Week. This time the target cue was related to the key to human life extension. My session, although not stellar, showed sketches of scientific or medical researchers and I had concluded in my analysis that they were trying to find ways to cure disease.
Nothing had been in the headlines or news on this subject. There had been no prior Targets Of The Week on anything remotely related to this subject. How could this be coincidence or a lucky guess? He was very, very quiet.
Finally, a couple of weeks ago, I ran a blind training target session on what turned out be the target "Mother Theresa." I drew three compelling sketches. The first was of a lone figure walking up a steep slope towards a "palace". But it wasn't an easy walk. The figure went backwards sometimes, then forwards on the journey.
The second sketch showed a kneeling figure with arms outstretched towards a "sun". There were intangibles of "ecstasy" and "oblivious". A mind probe revealed a person with compassion, love, kindness, caring, prayer, "like a sun" and "like steel."
The final sketch showed two hands in prayer pointing towards a cross. From this and other data, I concluded that the target was a person of great compassion, love and kindness and probably a Christian. During the session I guessed the identity to be Mother Theresa because of the recurring colors of blue and white (her order colors) and the data of the person being "short."
When I realized the target WAS Mother Theresa, my heart stopped for a moment. I was thrilled. I couldn't wait to show doubting husband THIS one.
He came home that night off second shift. I felt like a tiger lying in wait for its prey.
"I have something to show you."
"Not another TRV thing. It's just smoke and mirrors."
"Here, look at this." I showed him the sketches and the summary and analysis.
"Alright, alright, I get the picture. So what was the target?"
"Mother Theresa."
There was complete silence.
"You sure you didn't peek?"
"Put me on a lie detector, if you want to." I let it sink in for a moment. "Now, did I or did I not nail that one? HMMMM?"
"Alright. You nailed it."
"I want you to concede that this is NOT smoke and mirrors. Do you or do you not concede?"
There was a long silence. Doubting husband walked around the kitchen a couple of times, lost in thought. "There was no way for you to know the target ahead of time?"
"No."
Finally, after another lap around the kitchen, he said, "Alright. I concede it's not smoke and mirrors."
Now that the dust has settled, husband is helping me prepare blind targets, and may even be slipping in a few relating to police work down the road. I try not to gloat, of course. But that can be difficult. No matter - he can take it. After all, I had to put up with his "smoke and mirrors" mantra for months, didn't I? I deserve a bit of gloating , I think, as well as an occasional smug smile.