the Goblins of
Following are some interesting excerpts
from the new book "Remote Viewers: The Secret History of America’s
Psychic Spies", 1997 by Jim Schnabel, Dell, ISBN 0-440-22306-7
The names Richard Kennett, Peter Crane, Mike Russo and Don Kurtis
which appear below are pseudonyms employed by Mr. Schnabel. Acting
on gut instinct and an educated guess, we did some additional
research (cf: "CIA-Initiated Remote Viewing Program at Stanford
Research Institute" by Dr. Hal Puthoff, SSE’s Journal, Vol. 10, No.
1, p. 72) and were able to confirm to our satisfaction that the
primary subject of these excerpts -- the mysterious and elusive
"Richard Kennett" -- is none other than our
Aviarian friend Blue
Dr. Christopher "Kit" Green, MD, Ph.D; Chief, Biomedical
Sciences Department, General Motors, former head of the CIA’s UFO
files at the "Weird Desk."
To guard against any conceivable interpretive dissonance, our
Martian Brethren have advised us to colour the name "Kennett" green
to insure that our readers do not forget that Dr. Green is the one
being referred to via the pseudonym "Richard Kennett." We thought it
was a pretty cool idea too. And in case there is any doubt, though
we may disagree with much of what goes on in the halls of the
building where Dr. Green used to show up for work, we nevertheless
maintain a high degreeø of respect for him and salute his courage
here in breaking free of the narrow-minded and antiquated
constraints of Club Science© to present us with these intriguing and
vastly insightful interstitially-aware perspectives.
Couple all this with the fact that there remains, in our carefully
considered opinion, little difference between the occult exploits of
today’s military/intelligence community for the short-sighted
purpose of gaining military superiority and the previous workings of
the English scholar Dr. John Dee -- a mathematician, cartographer,
astronomer, astrologer and espionage agent of Queen Elizabeth I, ca.
1582-1589, who conducted a series of ritual communications with a
set of discarnate entities which eventually came to be known as the Enochian angels -- who intended to advance the expansionist policies
of his sovereign Queen, hoping to control the hostile potentates of
Europe by commanding the tutelary spirits of it’s various nations.
Then as now, it appears quite evident that there is an immense
albeit tactically camouflaged war in process where the forces of
"not against flesh and blood, but
against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces
of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in
the heavenly places."
Back in 1982 or 1983, Richard Kennett at the CIA had been asked to
consult with the Army on its involvement with the Monroe Institute.
Kennett had declined any involvement, citing concerns over the
"human use" implications. He believed that by promoting altered
states, one made the brain more unstable, more prone to spontaneous
hallucinations and delusions. He could see no reason at all why the
Army should be involved with Monroe, and could see many reasons why
it should not.
One of Kennett’s reasons, though unstated in his comments to the
Army, was that he had once had his own OBE, using some tips he had
picked up from one of Bob Monroe’s books. He had felt himself
separating from his prone, sleeping form, like a crab molting from
its old shell. Then he was free. He walked across the room -- but
now there were other beings in the room. There were monsters. Some
kind of goblin hobbled up, put its nose right in his face, stared at
him. Jesus! Kennett went back over to his bed, and tried to get back
inside his body. He wasn’t sure he could do it. The goblin --
Kennett made it back all right, but he would recommend, to anyone
who asked, that out-of-body experiences be avoided like the plague.
He suspected that the effects on the emotions, and on the nervous
system in general, could result in heart attacks, psychological
trauma, and even psychotic breaks in people who were already
[Compare this analysis with the
remarks of Kenneth Grant in the chapter entitled "Dream Control
by Sex Magick" from his 1973 book Aleister Crowley and the
"It has been remarked by various of Crowley’s
critics that the women who did qualify for the role [of
"shamanic" seer via highly specific orgastic/tantric physical
and aetheric manipulations] almost always ended their term of
office in Colney Hatch, or some similar institution. This may be
true, but it is not a valid criticism of Crowley’s methods for
what is not considered is that a special kind of temperament is
required to establish contact with the dream state while still
awake. Western women who possess the required traits are rare,
and as they have not the hereditary advantage of initiation into
occult techniques -- as have certain African and Oriental women
-- the sudden impact of magical energy on their personalities
tends to disturb their sanity. Such women therefore easily astralize; it was their lack of proper preparation that resulted
in ultimate lunacy." -B:.B:.]
One day, May 29 to be precise, Puthoff was sufficiently impressed
with the coordinate experiments that he placed a call to CIA head-quarters, to the office of
Kennett was in his early thirties, with a wife and two young sons,
and a house in the Virginia suburbs. He looked somewhat like the
tennis player Jimmy Connors, though he and Connors didn’t have much
else in common. Within a decade, Kennett would be the assistant
National Intelligence Officer [the NIO was the intelligence
community’s top analyst in a given subject, chairing interagency
panels and writing annual reports on the subject] for chemical and
biological warfare issues.
Here in the spring of 1973, Kennett was still only a few years into
his CIA career, and served as an analyst in the Agency’s Office of
Scientific Intelligence. He had a Ph.D. in neuro-physiology, was
soon to complete his M.D., and spent much of his time preparing
top-secret evaluations of the health of various foreign heads of
Kennett was a man of eclectic interests. The free world’s greatest
spy organization often attracted his type. Ordinary science, like
ordinary life, all too often left him bored; he seemed more at home
confronting the wild extremes of human behavior. Religion and
mysticism in particular fascinated him. Appropriately, then, he
spent some of his CIA time monitoring the fringes of medicine and
psychology, watching trends, attending conferences, visiting
laboratories, looking for things that, though unconventional, might
be useful to one side or another in the great game of the Cold War.
One of the areas he kept an eye on was parapsychology, in particular
the goings-on at SRI.
One day in the lab, several members of the Livermore [LLNL] group
were monitoring [Uri] Geller during a metal-bending session. They
recorded him with audiotape, filmed him with videotape, and
photographed him with a variety of still cameras, including one that
was sensitive to thermal infrared radiation.
After the experiment they developed all the film and saw something
very strange. The infrared camera had caught what seemed to be two
diffuse patches of radiation on the upper part of one of the
laboratory walls. It was as if someone had briefly shone two large
heat sources, either from inside the lab or outside pointing in. The
patches grew in intensity for a few frames, then over the next few
frames diminished to nothing.
The Livermore Group were understandably puzzled over this, but it
was only the beginning of the strangeness that would soon consume
them. When they checked the audiotape they had made during the
experiment, they found amid everything else a distinctive, metallic-
sounding voice, unheard during the actual experiment but now clearly
audible, if mostly unintelligible. All they could make out were a
few apparently random words strung together.
If Geller could be believed, things like this had happened before.
According to one story, on several occasions when his friend
Puharich had put him under hypnosis, audiotapes of the sessions had
recorded similar strange voices. Another time, at a meeting with
some Mossad officers, someone’s tape recorder had suddenly seemed to
start playing by itself, in full view of everyone.
In any case, Peter Crane and some of the others in the Livermore
group quickly found themselves involved in more strangeness than
they could handle. In the days and weeks that followed, they began
to feel that they were collectively possessed by some kind of
tormenting, teasing, hallucination-inducing spirit. They all would
be in a laboratory together, setting up some experiment, or one of
the fellows and his wife and children would be at home, just sitting
around, when suddenly there in the middle of the room would be a
weird, hovering, almost comically stereotypical image of a flying
saucer. It was always about eight inches across, in a gray, fuzzy
monochrome, as if it were some kind of hologram. The thematic
connection with Geller was obvious, when one remembered that Geller
claimed to be controlled by a giant computerized flying saucer named
[cf. this somewhat similar event
witnessed by Terrence McKenna: On the advice of a local contact,
he sat down one day to watch a portion of the sky where,
reportedly, a UFO might appear. After awhile, he noticed a
strange, thin, horizontal cloud forming near the horizon. The
cloud grew in length, then divided in two. The parts separated
some distance, then moved back together again. Then the cloud
appeared to move slowly toward him. McKenna wanted to rush to
the nearby hut and wake his sleeping friends to come and see,
but he was afraid to take his eyes off the moving cloud -- so he
sat staring as it moved closer. Before long, he says, it was
directly overhead, now clearly a flying saucer and so close he
could see rivets in the metal. There was just one thing wrong.
"I recognized this thing," he says. "It looked like the end cap
of a Hoover vacuum cleaner, exactly the same fake saucer as in
George Adamski’s photos. This thing flew right over my head, and
it was as phoney as a three dollar bill. I knew it was a fake."
On the other hand, the flying saucer
wasn’t the only form the Livermore visions took. There were
sometimes animals -- fantastic animals from the ecstatic lore of
shamans -- such as the large raven-like birds that were seen
traipsing through the yards of several members of the group. One of
them appeared briefly to a physicist named Mike Russo and his
terrified wife. The two were lying around one morning when suddenly
there was this giant bird staring at them from the foot of their
After a few weeks of this, Russo and some of the others began
seriously to wonder if they were losing their sanity. Peter Crane
decided to call for help. He picked up the phone and called Richard
Kennett had visited Livermore previously, in his capacity as a CIA
analyst, to ask Crane and the others about their results with
Geller. He had remained close-mouthed about the CIA’s own psi
research, but that had been expected. As far as Crane was concerned,
Kennett was their best hope for a private, quiet solution to the
problem. He had parapsychological experience, biomedical training,
and high-level security access-an extremely rare set of
On a Saturday morning not long thereafter, at the end of an
otherwise unrelated trip to the San Francisco Bay Area, Kennett
drove over and met with Crane in a coffee shop in the town of
Livermore. Crane set out the situation for him, and soon Kennett was
having long meetings with Russo and the others. They perspired,
trembled, and even wept openly as they related some of the things
that had happened to them. It was as if their world had collapsed
around them. Nothing made sense anymore.
Kennett knew that if he took any of these stories to a regular
psychiatrist, the diagnosis would be some kind of dissociative,
hallucinatory, or otherwise delusional experience. Even when two or
three people claimed to have shared a vision, it would almost
certainly be dismissed as folie a deux, or folie a trois. Such terms
were used to refer to rare group hallucinations, when one
hallucinating or delusional individual had such a dominant
personality that others came to believe they had seen or experienced
the same thing.
Kennett didn’t rule out such explanations, but he seemed fairly
convinced that something else less pat and conventional was going
on. For one thing, Crane, Russo, and the others had no history of
involvement in the occult, and as far as Kennett could tell, their
emotional situations immediately prior to these visionary
experiences hadn’t been particularly stressful or otherwise
hallucinogenic. Moreover, they all had top-secret security
clearances, which had required among other things that they be
screened for psychological disorders.
Then there was the very strange business of the metallic voice on
the audiotape. Among the few intelligible words it pronounced were
two or three together which Kennett recognized as the code name of a
very closely held government project. The project had nothing to do
with psychic research, and neither it nor its code name was known to
Crane or Russo or the others at Livermore. It was as if whoever or
whatever had produced the code name on the tape had known that
Kennett would soon arrive on the scene and had saved this special
shiver down the spine just for him.
Kennett, going by the book, reported the code name incident to the
security people at the CIA, muting the outlandish details only
slightly. The security people filed it away, and wondered if Dr.
Kennett might be getting a little too close to his subject matter.
The situation at Livermore eventually resolved itself, after Russo
complained about a telephone call from the strange metallic voice.
The voice demanded that the Livermore group cease its research
activities with Geller. The group did, and within a month, the
bizarre apparitions faded away.
One of the last such apparitions sprang itself upon a Livermore
physicist named Don Curtis and his wife. They were sitting in their
living room one evening, soberly, uneventfully, not talking about
Geller or the paranormal, when suddenly there was this... arm
...hovering holographically in the middle of the room.
The arm was clothed as if it belonged to a man wearing a plain gray
suit. There was no bloody stump where it should have connected with
a shoulder. It merely faded into clear space. But at the end of the
arm where a hand should have been, there was no hand, only a hook.
The hooked arm twisted around for a few seconds in front of Curtis
and his wife, and then disappeared.
Curtis related the story to Kennett, and for some reason, it seemed
to push the CIA officer over the edge. He telephoned
Hal Puthoff and
Russell Targ and demanded that they meet with him on their next trip
to Washington. He didn’t quite believe that they could have cooked
all of this up, using their SRI lasers to make haunted-house
holograms. But he suspected that with their own ample experiences of
Geller and his associated phenomena, they would be able to shed some
light on what was happening.
Within a few days, Puthoff and Targ arrived in Washington for a
scheduled fund-raising tour of government offices. Kennett met them
shortly after they had arrived at their hotel, and though it was
close to midnight, he sat them down and told them the whole story,
including the story of the floating arm.
"And so the goddamn arm --" said
Kennett, winding up his story. "The thing was rotating, with
this gray suit on, and it had a hook on it. It was a false arm.
What do you think of that?"
And as Kennett pronounced the word that,
there was a sharp, heavy pounding on the door to the hotel room, as
if someone were intending to knock it down. Kennett had a
mischievous streak. Was he playing some kind of practical joke here?
Puthoff and Targ didn’t think so. The pounding was so loud, it was
frightening. After a moment, Targ went over to the window and hid
behind the curtains. Puthoff stood inside the bathroom. Kennett went
over to the door and opened it.
Standing in the doorway was a man who at first glance was remarkable
only by his unremarkableness. He was nondescript and unthreatening,
somewhere in middle age. He walked past Kennett very slowly, with a
stiff gait, to the middle of the room, between the two beds. He
turned around, and said in an oddly stilted voice,
"Oh! I guess...I
And with that he walked out, slowly,
stiffly, giving all of them time to see that one sleeve of his gray
suit, pinned to his side, was empty.