Same day, 1:30 P.M.
My trainer and I just got back from lunch. We
went to this incredibly good and inexpensive health-food-vegetarian-no-MSG
Chinese restaurant. The exotic lunch was actually useful in terms
of breaking my mind away from the intensity of the morning’s session
with the Martians.
I was beginning to realize that the ET situation
was much more complex than I had previously thought. It was no
longer a simple situation of ETs flying around Earth. There was real
purpose behind their activities, and I knew that at least some of
the Martians were in considerable difficulty, and may have been for
quite some time.
We wondered how to help the Martians. They had long lived
underground, hidden from the harsh conditions of their home-world's
environment and from human hostility on Earth. The Martians did not
have the resources to better their situation, but neither of us
could tell exactly what they needed—just that they needed help soon.
This chapter presents an SRV session in which my trainer chose the
target and I was blind.
Date: 2 September 1993
Place: Training office
Data: Type 4
Target coordinates: 8976/6643
The preliminaries indicated that the target was associated with
complex manmade structures.
CB: “OK. I am getting lots of colors. Blues, reds, primary colors
mostly, blacks, greens. The textures are paint like. Smooth,
polished, shiny. I hear air passing. It is warm here, comfortable.
Hmmm. This place feels advanced. It feels like I am new to this
place, and I am feeling a bit awkward, like I both shouldn’t and
should be here at the same time.”
MONITOR: “GO to your Stage Three sketch.”
CB: “All right, let’s see. I have something black and rectangular.
Movement on top. Lots of rectangular objects, large. Heck, this
feels like a city.”
MONITOR: “Put ‘city’ down as an AOL for now. Move on to Stage Four.”
CB: “I have multiple structures here. Buildings are all over the
place. I am picking up a sense of purpose here, like there is a goal
that needs to be reached. I am also getting a sense of excitement
from something or somebody. And . . . this is weird.”
MONITOR: “Don’t analyze. Just go through the matrix. Write down your
CB: “But it is just that I am picking up that this target has a
purpose for me. I never felt that before. I am getting the sense of
somebody here, nonphysical.”
MONITOR: “OK, let’s take a short break for now. Put down the time.”
Five minutes later
CB: “Well, I am back at the buildings now. There are other beings
here. I am detecting a sense of purpose among them.”
MONITOR: “Where do you sense you should be?”
CB: “I feel like I am supposed to go after the buildings first.”
MONITOR: “OK, start with the buildings.
Continue through the
CB: “I am at the buildings. I sense that this place has something to
do with a purpose of rescue, like it is a workplace where that type
of work goes on. I think I am supposed to go into the buildings.”
MONITOR: “Move inside then. Keep going through the matrix. Write
CB: “Wow! There really are beings here. These are not human beings.
You can see right through them. What is this place?”
MONITOR: “Stay in the matrix. Do not analyze. Move quickly through
the columns of data. Keep going.”
CB: “Well, I am in this room. There are walls, and there is light
coming from the walls. There is white light. I now sense that I may
have been here before, but I do not know when.
“Uhoh. I am being given a welcome. These beings know that I am
here. They are looking right at me. I am getting very nervous about
MONITOR: “Stay in structure. Continue through the matrix.”
CB: “There are doorways. These beings
live here. They do work here.
There is a table in the room.”
MONITOR: “What about outside of the building? What do you see?”
CB: “This is a city. There are streets, lots of streets. It is noisy
MONITOR: “GO back into the room. What' work are the beings engaged
CB: “These beings are radiating a sense of excitement, perhaps due
to my arrival. It is like they were expecting me to come. One of
them eagerly wants to tell me the answer to the question. It seems
that they work with people. My gosh, I am being told that they work
with souls. These are very advanced beings. There is a lot of
excitement around here. I guess having remote viewers drop in on
them like this is not an everyday event.”
MONITOR: “Keep in structure. What is their work?”
CB: “There is a lot of light around here. They do not work with
physical tools. I am being told that their purpose is to go forward,
to move on, in the sense of evolution.”
MONITOR: “OK. Let’s take a break for a while. Stand up and stretch.
We can walk outside a bit.”
Twenty minutes later
MONITOR: “Find out more about the projects of these beings.”
CB: “Well, it seems that they have been called angels in the past,
but they are not angels. I am being directed toward a hallway and
other rooms. There are other beings here. But there are also human
etheric or subspace bodies here as well.”
MONITOR: “Find out what they are doing with regard to the future.”
CB: “It seems like they are here out of necessity. Hmmm. I am being
told that different races or species are going to be involved. A bad
time is coming. There will be a period of great struggle. During
this time, technology will grow slowly. People will go back to
basics in living, but not primitive.”
MONITOR: “Ask about the Martians.”
CB: “I am being told that humans will meet with the Martians near
their [the Martians’] home—near the New México caverns. The Martians
have great fear. We [humans] must help bring them out of the
“These beings are telling me that we have to be both assertive and
passive in getting the Martians out. We need to be very clever. This
is not a simple task. The Martians do not want to come out. They
fear the aggression of humans. Apparently, we are not so civilized
from the Martian perspective. Yet we need to talk to them,
“OK, I am being told something very directly. The Martians will need
MONITOR: “Where will the talks be?”
CB: “In a house, a human house. Humans will be able to enter the
caverns only when the Martians are ready to leave, not before. I am
being told that we need to make assertive contact ourselves. We have
to go after them. We must not stop trying. However, we need to
proceed one step at a time. I am being explicitly told that we will
not be hurt by the Martians. We are to go to them, not to expect
them to come to us.”
MONITOR: “HOW are we to proceed?”
CB: “We are to begin by training more people. It seems like training
is a big thing. Remote viewing is a part of it, but there is more.”
MONITOR: “That is enough for now. Say ‘thank you’ on your way out.
Let’s end the session. You can take a look at the target now.”
He slides a large manila envelope over to my side
of the table. I
open it and pull out a piece of paper. “The Midwayers, “ it reads.
CB: “Who the hell are the Midwayers?”
MONITOR: “It’s a long story. Why don’t we begin with some
Over dinner, my trainer filled me in on the background of his interaction
with the Midwayers. In the early years of the military’s
remote viewing investigations, some members of the remote viewing
team wanted to investigate certain nonphysical targets, one of which
The Urantia Book, a book of spiritually oriented
revelations. The team targeted a group of subspace beings called
According to The Urantia Book, these beings never
assume physical form, although their density is close to human
physical density and their bodies are just out of range of our
physical abilities to perceive them. These Midwayers are assigned to
Earth to assist humans in matters dealing with human spiritual
The discovery that the Midwayers actually exist was a shock that
reverberated through the consciousnesses of the military’s SRV team
for quite a few years. On one hand, the information of their
existence was incredibly important—for all sorts of reasons. But on
the other hand, it was never clear how one could explain all of this
to the generals who were more concerned about warhead counts in
The Midwayers are themselves not extraterrestrials, since they
apparently are rather permanently based here on Earth. Yet they are
not human, nor do they assume human form in a physical sense. They
are subspace beings who live and work in a human environment.
The Midwayers work here, but their command structure does not
originate on this planet. Apparently, they are one of a number of
subspace groups that are assigned a variety of tasks. The Midwayers
work together as a unit, in the way that a military team works
together. But they are not militaristic.
They work with the subspace
aspects of humans to promote human evolutionary potential. In a
very real sense, they seem to be “good deed doers,” and I do not yet
understand in any depth their motivation for helping us. They seem
to be working for some goal that is important to themselves and
others, including humans.
My trainer introduced me to them in part to give me experience
working with telepathically capable subspace beings. He did not know
where they would take me, nor did he know what type of information
they would give me.
It was quite some time before we could figure out just how we could
help encourage the Martians to come out of their caverns. The big
trick seemed to be to get them to begin formal talks with humans.
The Midwayers left the clear impression that we should be assertive
with the Martians, without threatening, and this seemed like a
A number of weeks after my initial training
in SRV, it came to me that one way to help initiate a desire among
the Martians to begin working directly with humans would be for
there to be widespread knowledge of their activities, including the
geographical location of their homes in their caverns, in which
they live to avoid being discovered by humans.
If humans were to
find out about them, I reasoned, and if humans were capable of
repeatedly locating them and following their movements and
activities, they would no longer have reason to hide. Indeed, under
such circumstances, the only reasonable choice of action would be to
open up negotiations with humans.
But there are two sides to this situation. It is one thing to get
the Martians to want to deal with humans. It is quite another thing
to get the humans to want to interact with Martians, and both my
trainer and I feared that the latter problem was going to be the
more difficult one to solve. We sensed that we needed help with the
human side of the equation. Yet we both felt deeply on an intuitive
level that neither one of us would have gotten this far if there was
not some hope of a solution.
In a sense, we felt that there was
someone else watching what we did, and that somehow the resources
would be made available to us when the time was right. For now, we
could only proceed, and to move forward at this time simply meant
to collect more data and to proceed with my evolving plan to write a
book on the subject.
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Shot from the Sky
On 21 August 1993, a NASA space probe was approaching Mars when
suddenly all contact was lost between the probe and ground
controllers (New York Times, 24 August 1993, p. Al). The probe, Mars
Observer, was scheduled to take detailed photographs of much or
nearly all of the Martian surface, including areas in which
previous satellite photographs showed surface anomalies, which
arguably represented pyramid structures and face-like geological
Following the unexpected silence from a previously flawlessly
working satellite, technicians and scientists at NASA were at a loss
to explain the situation.
In the days immediately following the event, the New York Times
reported that some folks at NASA were openly wondering why Mars
seemed to be jinxed. Among other mysterious occurrences relating to
a Soviet probe died under similar circumstances as it
approached one of the moons of Mars not long before this. Some
people in the agency actually wondered aloud—only half jokingly—if
there could be an extraterrestrial cause for the series of curious
technological failures involving that planet.
After months of
investigation, the agency announced that the probe probably blew up
because of some internal fueling problem. But the investigators were
not sure about this diagnosis, and there were
no data to support this claim. It was a hunch, but it was the best
they could do at the time.
This chapter explains what actually happened to the Mars Observer.
Readers should be reminded that no prior information was given to me
regarding the nature of the target either before or during the
session. Moreover, the data were collected in a remotely monitored
session. That is, the session was monitored from my monitor’s home
while I sat in my office at Emory University in Atlanta, Georgia.
Such monitoring is both verbal and visual. Speakerphones are used on
both sides to keep the monitor and viewer in constant contact.
Moreover, intermediate results (including sketches and raw data)
are faxed to the monitor during the session, as are final results
following the completion of the session.
As with all Type 4 data,
the viewer is given target information only after the session is
Date: 7 February 1994
Place: Atlanta, Georgia
Data: Type 4, remotely monitored
Target coordinates: 6421/9054
My Stage 1 data indicated that I was dealing with a hard, manmade
structure together with the sense of movement.
CB: “I am getting a lot of movement here. Something is going very
fast, highly energetic. Hmmm. I am getting two objects, together, or
at least very close. One is small, hard, solid. It is moving very
fast. The other is a larger, more complicated, irregularly shaped
“This is weird. There doesn’t seem to be any ground underneath
either object. I do not know why I cannot see the ground. They are
MONITOR: “Move on to Stage Six, matrix and sketch. For your sketch,
place an X on the paper to represent the location of the objects.
Trace the movements of the objects.”
CB: “Well, the smaller object came from off to the side. I am
following it back now to its point of origin. Uhoh.”
MONITOR: “What do you have? Stay in structure. Go to the matrix.”
CB: “It’s a ship. The small thing leads back to an ET-type ship. It
was apparently shot like a projectile out of the ship and it hit the
other, larger object, the one that was irregularly shaped. Why would
they do something like that?”
MONITOR: “Don’t analyze. Just collect the data. What do you
CB: “Well, I am going inside the ship now. Hmmm. There are beings
in here. They are bald, all of them, it seems. They have eyes. I am
sketching the face of one now.
“The entire ship seems like a large metal structure. I am in a room.
There are things in this room, lots of things, technical things.
Chairs, tables, a few beings, computer terminals, things like that.”
MONITOR: “OK, let’s take a break for now. Write down the time, fax
me the results so far, and call me back. See you.”
CB: “Right. Give me a few minutes.”
MONITOR: “Courtney, go back to your Stage Six sketch. I want you to
trace the movement of the ship back to its origin.”
CB: “OK. Doing that now. . . . OK. I have the starting point. It is
a hole in the ground, a cavern. The metal vehicle is in a cavern.
Beings are getting off and on the vehicle.”
MONITOR: “GO to the surface. What do you see?”
CB: “I am going up now. There are reds, sandy textures, rough terrain.
This seems like Mars.”
MONITOR: “That’s analysis. Put that down as an AOL for now. Go
through the matrix. Data only. Go back into the cavern.”
CB: “Well, there are beings in this cavern, lots of them. They are
Grey types. They are working.”
MONITOR: “Courtney, I want you to pick one of the beings and go into
its mind. What do you get?”
CB: “OK. I have one. Wow!”
MONITOR: “Put that down as an aesthetic impact—AI. Go on. Find out
something about them. Find out if they sleep.”
CB: “Gosh. I am getting this clearly now.
The Grey knows that I am
here. It does not seem to mind my probes. Very natural feeling. It
may not sleep like we sleep. Something else happens. Its comparable
process is when its consciousness goes very deeply back. I am not
exactly sure what this means. Should I follow the consciousness
MONITOR: “GO ahead. Keep in the matrix.”
CB: “WOOO. It is deeply, deeply black. It is a void—emptiness,
space. It is not bad, but I do not know what to do here. What should
I do next?”
MONITOR: “Follow the being through time to its point of birth. Where
did it come from?”
CB: “I have it now. The infant is in a tube, like a clear canister.
I am at the new location now. I do not know where this is, but it
looks like a laboratory.”
MONITOR: “GO outside. What do you see?”
CB: “This is an airless world. I see stars, craters, rocks. I’d
better AOL this impression—it is like the Moon. The light is
incredibly bright here. Lots of stars—so bright! Boy, are things
clear here. Looking around. There is a planet in the sky. Hey, I am
sorry, but that thing looks like Earth. I can even see the clouds
and water. The thing is blue. OK, let me AOL that as Earth.”
MONITOR: “GO back to the infant in the tube. What is in the tube?”
CB: "Just the infant, like a big fetus, and a thick liquid. The
liquid is green.”
MONITOR: “Taste the liquid. What does it taste like?”
CB: “Yuck. It tastes terrible, like oil.”
MONITOR: “OK. Return
forward in time to the being in the cavern
where the ship was. Find out more about the working environment and
the being’s personality.”
CB: “This Grey—let me call it a Grey since that is what it looks
like—is not happy by our standards. It is working.
“I’m moving into its mind now. It seems emotionless. I even get the
sense it has been psychologically raped. This is not good.
“It seems to know little else. I do not have a good feeling about
this being. Something is not right here.”
MONITOR: “Sketch the being.”
CB: “Got it. The skin is white and leathery. The being actually
seems quite strong despite its thin appearance. But somehow I feel
sorry for the being. It is not a good situation for it. I am just
MONITOR: “OK. We have to end the session now. You are starting to
empathize with the being, which can begin to taint the data. But
this has been very good up to now. Put down the ending time.”
CB: “Well, this session sure is a mystery to me. I can’t imagine
what the target could have been. What was it?”
MONITOR: “It was 'Mars
Observer/loss event 1993.’ “
CB: “You’re not joking?”
It was the Observer.”
CB: “SO that was the irregularly shaped object! It was hit by a big
bullet? Why the heck would they do that?”
MONITOR: “That’s a good question, but we have to believe the data;
this session was pristine. Apparently they did not want that
satellite around taking detailed photos of. . . whatever. It may
seem strange to use a cannon type device to take it out, given this
day and age of lasers, et cetera. But remember that the Soviet probe
also died of mysterious causes, and the last telemetry information
from that probe was a visual image of an approaching object or
energy source combined with a shipboard energy surge. My guess is
that the ETs did not want any chance of a similar leakage of data,
they took it out physically. For all humans would ever know, it
could have been hit by a meteor.”
CB: “I am still a bit numb. I can hardly believe it, but it all
fits. I am just repeating the target in my mind, waiting for it all
to sink in.”
MONITOR: “Good session.”
CB: “Yeah. Let me get off now so I can fax you this. We will talk
later tonight. I just can’t get over it.”
MONITOR: “Good plan. I am waiting for your fax. Talk to you tonight.
A great deal of information came out of this session, and it is
useful to summarize the primary impressions. The Mars Observer was
destroyed by a projectile type device that was launched by a nearby
ET ship. The ship originated (or returned) to an underground hangar,
apparently on Mars itself. There were many beings in the hangar, all
in a state of great activity. Some of the beings (but not all) were
small Grey types.
They were workers. I “followed” one of the beings
back to its birth, and found it was “born” in a laboratory. It may
have been created to be a worker. The being itself does not
necessarily feel that it is being abused or enslaved. During periods
of apparent sleep (in a Grey sense of the word), the being’s
consciousness resides in someplace that seems empty, space like—a
void. It does not seem to dream.
The laboratory in which it was born
seems to be on our Moon in an underground structure, a base of some
sort. The nutrients that surround the fetus-like infant are in a
green liquid that has the consistency of motor oil.
This session raises as many questions as it offers answers. We now
know what happened to NASA’s Mars probe. But we still do not know
what it was that the ETs did not want the satellite to detect or
photograph. It is not clear whether the Greys involved with the base
on Mars were working with Greys elsewhere. In this situation, the
Greys seemed to be workers, and other humanoid beings seemed to be
Unfortunately, I did not clearly perceive exactly who
was in control.
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The Galactic Federation
The extant UFO literature based on abductee reports often refers to
an extraterrestrial organization called the “Galactic Federation.”
It is supposed to be an organization somewhat similar to the United
Nations, except on a galactic scale. The current remote viewing
session was designed to find out more about such an organization,
should it exist.
The results of this session were so surprising to
my monitor and me that I present it here with very few introductory
comments. This is Type 4 data, and readers should remind themselves
that I did not know that I was remote viewing the Federation until
after the session was completed.
Date: 9 February 1994
Place: Atlanta, Georgia
Data: Type 4, remotely monitored
Target coordinates: 3114/0029
The preliminaries suggested that the target was associated with an
artificial structure, movement, and a high level of energy.
CB: “I am getting a lot of energetics here. This signal seems
particularly strong. There are very bright lights—yellows, whites,
There is a lot that is airy here, smooth, even fluffy. I am getting
both hot and cool temperatures, and a sense of expansive and
MONITOR: “OK. Move on to your Stage Three sketch.”
CB: “I am drawing something hard and round in the center,
surrounded by bright light—yellow, blue, and white light. There
seems to be something fluffy around the light, almost like clouds.
The thing in the center may either be metallic, or have something
metallic in or on it. This entire thing gives me the AOL of a
tornado, since I am getting the sense of a swirling around the hard
center thing, like a vortex. It is like this is an energy vortex.
MONITOR: “OK. AOL the tornado, and move on to Stage Four.”
CB: “Again, I am getting a lot of light. Something is round and
circular. I am also detecting a consciousness. I am getting some
type of spiritual sense.”
MONITOR: “Get that all down in the matrix, then let’s take a break.
Fax me your data up to this point and then call back.”
CB: “Right. Talk to you in a few minutes.”
MONITOR: “Courtney, move on to the surface of the hard object and
then continue with your Stage Four matrix.”
CB: “Doing that now. . . . Wow! I have to AI this. Very powerful
MONITOR: “OK. Let the impression fade, and then move on.”
CB: “Again, there is that blue and airy white light. Again, lots of
energy. I am on the surface now. Hmmm. It is a place. The round
object may have been a planet. It is misty, foggy here. The light
show is mostly above. It is sort of cold on the surface. I am
getting a bitter taste of ammonia in the air.
“I am seeing things that go up. Let me move closer. ... I am now
next to something that is hard and metallic. It is a building or
structure of some type. This structure has some purpose for some
type of beings. I see an opening, perhaps a door. Should I go in?”
MONITOR: “Before doing that, move back a bit so you can see the
structure more completely.”
CB: “Doing that now... It is really pretty big. Towering is a
good description. In fact, as I move around, it is humongous. It
seems made of metal. I see no other nearby structures, in the sense
of a city.”
MONITOR: “OK. NOW go into the structure.”
CB: “I am back at the opening now. Going inside... OK, there are
beings in here, lots of them. This place is weird. These beings are
MONITOR: “Keep in structure. Be careful for AOLs. Fill in the matrix.”
CB: “These beings are all wearing white gowns, like nightgowns.
Their skin is very smooth, either white or off-white complexion.
This feels like an important place.”
MONITOR: “Sketch the face of one of the beings.”
CB: “Doing that now... They are humanoid. This place reminds me
of a Zen monastery.”
MONITOR: “Put that down in the correct column: ‘like a Zen
monastery.’ Keep going.”
CB: “These beings use telepathic and verbal communication. I get the
clear sense that this is some type of council. There is a
centralized organizational structure to this council. They do not
seem to be aware that I am watching. They seem to be concerned with
matters of state or governance.
“I am focusing a bit more on the members themselves now. These folks
wanted to do this job. This is a highly desirable job, and it is
very competitive to be here.
“I am now picking up that there is a head council member who directs
activity. The others support him. He is sort of like a president,
chairman, or prime minister. Uhoh.”
MONITOR: “What’s happening?”
CB: “Looks like I was wrong about them not knowing I am here. I am
being given a welcome. I am being told that they are glad that
we have arrived. We are now on the council. They are telling me that
human representation on this council begins now.
“I am now being brought to the head being. He’s looking me straight
in the face. He is sitting on a chair, and he has a white, or
bluish-white, gown. He seems a bit heavyset.”
MONITOR: “YOU are on your own now, Courtney. Just keep in
structure. Write everything down.”
CB: “The fellow is somber, but a definite sense of humor is leaking
through. He is totally no threatening to me. You know, this feels
like going to see a spiritual master, like Buddha.”
MONITOR: “Put that down in the AOL column. Follow his cues.”
CB: “He is welcoming me right into his mind. He actually wants me to
enter his mind as a more effective means of communication. What
should I do?”
MONITOR: “GO in. Cue on the word ‘guidance’ and see what he does.”
CB: “AS soon as I went into his mind, I reemerged in space. That is
where I am now. I am outside of the Milky Way, looking onto it.
Dotted lines have been drawn over the image, dividing up the
“I am being told that there is a need for help. They need us. I am
getting the sense that they need us in a galactic sense, but I seem
to be resisting this. They are so much more powerful than humans;
it just does not make sense why they would need us.
“The leader is sensing my resistance and redirecting me to a planet.
OK, I can see it is Earth. I am being told that there will be a
movement off the planet in the future for humans. I am just
translating the gestalts now into words. But the sense clearly is
that Earth humans are violent and troublesome currently. They need
shaping before a later merger. Definitely humans need to undergo
some sort of change before extending far off the planet.
MONITOR: “Ask if there are any practical suggestions as to how we
CB: “I am being told in no uncertain terms that I am to complete
this book project. Others will play their parts. There are many
involved. Many species, representatives, groups.”
MONITOR: “Ask who else we should meet using remote viewing, or
CB: “Only the Martians. Hmmm. I am being told that our
contact with extraterrestrials will be limited to the Martians for
now, at least in the near future.”
MONITOR: “Ask if there is new information that we need to know but
do not know now.”
CB: “This fellow is very patient. He knows this is hard for me. He
is telling me that many problems are coming. There definitely will
be a planetary disaster, or perhaps I should say disasters. There
will be political chaos, turbulence, an unraveling of the current
political order. As we are currently, we are unable to cope with the
new realities. He is telling me very directly that consciousness
must become a focal concern of humans in order for us to proceed
“He is right now tapping into your [my monitor’s] mind. It is like
he is locating you, and perhaps measuring or doing something. He is
telling me that you are very important in all of this. We must come
back here—their world—at later dates. We will be the initial
representatives of humans as determined by consciousness. He is
telling me that consciousness determined our arrival at this point.
There is more. We are not saviors, just initial representatives. He
wants me to get this straight.
“I am getting the sense that he wants us to understand that we have
a responsibility to represent fairly. This is not to go to our
heads. This is just our job now, and we all have jobs. He is also
telling me that I am doing a fairly good job at writing all of this
“He likes your sense of humor. He says that there will be lots of
activity in the future, of the day-to-day sort. But for now, we are
to focus on the book. The book is important, and they will use it.”
MONITOR: “Tell him ‘Thank you.’ We need to go now.”
CB: “I told him. He already sensed that it was time for me to break
MONITOR: “Write down the ending time, Courtney.”
CB: Long pause. “You
might as well tell me the target now.”
MONITOR: Gives a slight
nervous chuckle. “The Federation.”
CB: “I see.”
The implications of this session range from practical aspects to the
sublimely philosophical, and readers will want to make up their own
minds regarding my interpretations.
There is a galactic governmental organization. I do not know how
hierarchical or centralized is its power, nor do I know how many
species, or planetary cultures, are represented in this
organization. Moreover, I do not know if some groups or cultures
have chosen not to join the organization, or if some have been
My clear sense is, however, that Earth
humans are being prepared for full membership. It seems that my
initial entrance into the council chambers has been interpreted in
a positive light in this regard. It may be that one of the rites of
passage to membership is for members of a culture to consciously
search for the organization via the appropriate means. Indeed, based
on what I was told, humans may already be represented in the
Federation in a minimal fashion, although I doubt either my monitor
or I feel particularly comfortable representing anyone other than
Members of the Federation have very advanced levels of
consciousness. That is, they completely understand consciousness—
both its physical and subspace aspects. Moreover, Federation members
seem to think that a widespread enhancement in human understanding
of consciousness is a necessary precursor to human participation in
I cannot emphasize enough how important the sense of an advanced
understanding of consciousness was during the current session. It
may be that my own growth in consciousness had to be sufficiently
advanced for me to find and enter the chamber, but I have no
objective measure of how much this may be true.
But it is clear to
me that the general concept of growth in consciousness is not a
distant goal that the Federation folks think we should pursue. The need for widespread growth in this regard is essential and
urgent. Moreover, it seems that humans must begin to examine
consciousness from a more practical and scientific perspective,
rather than through a distorted bifocal intellectual lens that
separates our understandings of physical and nonphysical realities.
In my view, until we grow out of our myopia in this regard, we will
likely remain a relatively primitive society, and from a
planetary cultural perspective, a galactic backwater.
The UFO abduction literature is filled with reports of interactions
with ETs and humans in which the subject of conversation is future
planetary disasters on Earth. The causes of the disasters are
usually of an ecological and nuclear orientation, and the frequency
with which these warnings reappear certainly can give one pause.
This session gave me my first indication from a direct source that
such planetary problems may indeed occur. At this point in my
research, however, it was not clear how these problems were
connected to the concepts of humans moving off of the planet.
At the end of this session, the primary thing that my monitor and I
agreed upon was that we needed more data—lots of it—in order to
comprehend what was turning out to be an increasingly complex
situation. We marveled at how naive we both were when we started
The idea of simply identifying the ETs who flew the
saucers now seemed much too narrow.
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The Grey Mind
In order to understand how Greys think, we decided to remote view
the consciousness of the Greys, which would entail my entering the
mind of at least one of them. To prepare for a monitored session
(Type 4), I decided first to explore the idea of a Grey collective
mentality on my own. Remember that with Type 4 data, the monitor
does not tell the viewer what the target is until after the session
is over. In each instance, it can be a randomly chosen target from
a long list upon which we have agreed, or it can be another target
chosen by my monitor of which I have heard nothing.
However, with Type 1 data, I am working alone, and I do know the
target in advance. When working under solo and frontloaded
conditions associated with Type 1 data, it is essential to strictly
adhere to the structure of the SRV protocols.
This places limits on
what I can do once I locate the target.
In this chapter I report the results of two sessions—the one in
which I alone remote viewed the target “Grey/mass-mind,” and the
other a monitored session using a nearly identical target. I present
the material from the solo session in the form of an internal
Date: 27 November 1993
Place: Atlanta, Georgia
Data: Type 1
Target coordinates: 7119/5108
Fifteen minutes of preliminaries indicated a sense of movement and
I am picking up grey and white colors. In terms of textures, I am
discerning polished, steel-like surfaces. It feels very warm here. I
hear a strange chirping sound.
In terms of dimensions, I am getting the sense of something very
wide and/or open. It seems endless, or perhaps expansive,
universal, or just plain huge. There is a strong sense that this .
. . whatever . . . goes on and on. It is not a limited or bounded
I am also detecting movement. It is like things and/or energy is
moving in and out of a central location.
Now I am picking up something that needs translation. It is
different from that which I understand normally. Minimally, it
seems like love and caring, but much more all encompassing than the
typical human idea of such things. There is the sense of a
caretaker, a mother, or a holder of something precious. In some way,
this is a home, a dimensionless home with a sense of infinite
Moving on, I am also detecting a concern for safety. Something is
not right here. There is fear here, and it is strong. Something is
stifling. I am picking up the movements of ships, very advanced
ships. Again, I sense the fear and the concern for the safety of
I get the sense that the Greys are stuck. It is like a birth in
which the baby gets stuck in the birth canal. The fear is associated
with this condition of stuckness.
Yet surrounding this sense of fear is an envelope of calmness.
The collective consciousness of the Greys both protects and
nurtures. At the same time, there is a sense of fear within, a
deeply emotional flavor that is related to the idea of being
trapped. It is as if Greys are trying to emerge from some state, yet
the emergence does not work.
The calmness that surrounds the fear
somehow stabilizes the collective intellect (enabling physical
survival) and permits a less terrifying daily existence. The sense
of love and protection from within the mind is nearly overpowering
human perspective. My own personal reaction was one of sadness, and
Two and a half months after this session, my monitor decided to have
me work the target blind. As readers will observe at the end of the
session, he changed a nuance of the target, thereby encouraging a
somewhat different approach to the idea.
After making the connection
with our speakerphones, we chatted in a normal fashion (talking
about everything from a new joke that my monitor had heard to the
prospects of me lining up a publisher for this book), and then we
Date: 11 February 1994
Place: Atlanta, Georgia
Data: Type 4, remotely monitored
Target coordinates: 4384/8296
The preliminaries indicated a sense
of liquid and movement.
CB: “OK. I am getting colors like turquoise, and blue. Lots
of liquid. Also, rocky and smooth textures. I am getting both warm
and cool temperatures as well. I am tasting something salty, and
smelling something like fish. Whatever this is, it feels wide and
expansive, very deep. I also get energetics.”
MONITOR: “Stage Three.”
CB: “Drawing now. . . . I just have a horizontal line going across
the paper. I am also AOLing on fish and an ocean.”
MONITOR: “Write the AOLs down. Stage Four.”
CB: “I have liquid. Lots of it. This liquid is a living environment.
I get the sense of a birthing place. There is life here. Organisms.
This is a place of protection.
“I am getting a sense of a room below the liquid. I am there now, in
the room. It seems like a laboratory. Let me put that down as an AOL
“OK. There is a Grey here, in the room. He is staring at me. I am
sketching his face now. It seems male, somehow. I am getting the
sense that I should go inside his head. What should I do?”
MONITOR: “Let your unconscious solve the problem.”
CB: “OK. I am moving in. . . . Wow.”
MONITOR: “Keep in structure. Stay in the matrix. What do you have?
Write it down.”
CB: “There is a sense of emptiness here. Deep emptiness. But at the
same time the mind is filled with great awareness, even a feeling of
total awareness, whatever that is. This fellow has tasks to do. He
is a worker, and he is quite busy. I do not get much of a sense of
surface emotion like humans have. If I would compare it to
anything, it feels like Focus 15 at the Monroe Institute.”
MONITOR: “Can you get a sense of the being’s superior?”
CB: “The mind itself is the superior. It is a
The collective mind is the controller. No one individual is the
superior. All Greys are of the same mind. They are one and
MONITOR: “IS there a sense of purpose?”
CB: “Survival is primary, and evolution. It is one collective
organism, and survival is paramount, as with any organism. There is
a definite lack of distinction between individuals.”
MONITOR: “GO to Stage Six. Do a timeline. Mark the timeline where
you are now with this being. Now, place the position of the
beginning of this session. Probe the timeline for important points.
Mark them down, and move on to the Stage Six matrix.”
CB: “Doing that now. ...”
Pause. “I am now in the matrix. I am
getting the sense that there is a collective of many Greys right
now. Something is coming across very strongly now. I get the sense
that they need to get out of their physical bodies. It is a
desperate need. This has a life-and-death quality to it. It is their
absolute highest priority for the survival of the mind . . . the
organism. The mind is locked up now. It absolutely must escape.
Coming from very deep, there is near panic in the collective, but in
a Grey sense rather than as we would know it.
“The Greys are working with humans and others for a collective
escape. It is like getting out of a bottle, or off of a sinking
ship. There is a definite sense of panic.”
MONITOR: “What would be their ideal environment?”
CB: “They will have a physical planet. Not Earth. They have the
ability to terraform a planet and to travel anywhere. They will not
push humans off Earth. The universe is too big for that.”
MONITOR: “What about their interaction with the Federation?”
CB: “The Greys are members in good standing in the Federation. They
participate in many projects and work on many ships. In a Grey
sense, they are proud of their abilities to interact with many
MONITOR: “Can humans help bootstrap the evolution of the Greys?”
CB: “Not technically. Genetics is a help, and necessary. I also
perceive that there are other ways humans will help, but the Greys
are not aware of it yet.”
MONITOR: “How do Greys experience the idea of leisure?”
CB: “They do not have a human understanding of leisure. To Greys,
all time is a continuum. Leisure reflects a need to rest. The Greys
do something different.”
MONITOR: “What is their lifespan in human terms?”
CB: “Greys are very aware that they do not die. Their physical
bodies are seen as clothing or shells, and death is not a
meaningful concept to them in the way that we think about it.”
MONITOR: “What is the lifespan of typical Grey bodies?”
CB: “Longer than a human lifespan, but it depends. Perhaps two
hundred Earth years would be an average.”
MONITOR: “Cue again on their ideal environment.”
CB: “An ideal environment for the Greys has
multiple facets. It is
not just a physical planet, since they could get that now. The ideal
environment is an evolutionarily new set of individual bodies. The
Greys are in a birthing process. They are preparing to leave the
collective identity and become linked individuals instead.
“I am going deeper now. . . . This is interesting. At their core,
there is a fear and awe, or perhaps wonder at how humans do it—
exist and prosper, that is, as individualized identities. They know
that they need some of this but are frightened of it as well.”
MONITOR: “Cue on the time for physical meetings with Greys and human
CB: “Many interactions are happening now, but none with human
representatives as aware and equal participants.”
MONITOR: “What are the protocols for such a meeting, including place
CB: “Even the Greys are confused about this one. They know that a
meeting is necessary, but they do not know how to pull one off. They
are afraid, in their own way, of interacting with unleashed humans.
They do not want to give up the sense of control, or authority. But
they know that they must do this somehow. They need help. They are
“They just asked me if I have any ideas to help. What do I tell
MONITOR: “Tell them we will work on it.”
CB: “OK. I just did that. They seem appreciative, in their own way.”
MONITOR: “Ask if there should be any involvement with the Martians
to help this along.”
CB: “The Greys are taking care of the Martians as well. There
cannot be much help from them. They have their own problems. They
are sick and have little time and few resources to spare for this
“I just suggested meeting with the Greys in an uncontrolled
environment, and the suggestion was rejected.”
MONITOR: “Ask whether they would be
willing to meet with you and me,
as volunteers, under circumstances that they controlled.”
CB: “They accept the idea. Enthusiastically. They tell me that they
will work on it right away.”
MONITOR: “OK, Courtney. It is time to break away. Write down your
CB: “Whew! That was something. I am going to need a breather after
that one. Well, you can tell me the target now.”
MONITOR: “It was ‘Greys/consciousness.’
CB: “It doesn’t surprise me.”
MONITOR: “Yeah. We need to think this one through.”
CB: “Let me take a break and
call you back. I will fax you the data
immediately. Talk to you in a bit.”
Although I do not understand why, it appears that the planet that I
landed on in the beginning of this monitored session is important
to Grey society. Indeed, in some respects—as I discussed later in my
research—it resembles the Grey home-world, especially in terms of its
But I do not know if it is indeed that planet. Nonetheless,
it seems that this particular planet, for whatever reasons, has
some crucial meaning to these beings. I also sense that the planet
is somehow connected to their consciousness, but I do not know how
this actually operates.
Based on my own remote viewing probes, as well as on repeated
reports in the UFO abduction literature, Greys communicate
telepathically. The sense of a mass mind, or a collective
consciousness, is frequently associated with groups of Greys.
idea is difficult to understand in comparison to our own waking
state consciousness. We must improve our understanding of the
Greys’ mentality if we are ever to interact with them successfully.
If the Greys are indeed engaged in a genetic engineering program
involving both humans and their own species, it may be that they
need human help during this particularly difficult time in their own
We must keep an open mind and should not prejudge
anything in this regard.
Just as clearly as I can tell that Grey consciousness is a
collective mentality, I can see that they need to evolve away from
this state. The Grey collective intellect has many positive aspects.
Apparently, individual members of their community do not compete
with each other in a Darwinian evolutionary battle for supremacy.
They either sink or swim together. This is connected to an aspect
of altruism in their consciousness that humans might do well to
Given the scope and the substance of Grey interactions with humans
as reported in the abduction literature (see especially Jacobs 1992;
and Mack 1994), it is easy to see how the activities and intentions
of Greys could be misunderstood as hostile from a human perspective.
But it may turn out that the Greys are less of an invading army
than a rescuing cavalry. They may do things to us that we do not
understand or like, but they are not evil—of this I am now certain.
We simply do not yet understand this species.
Nothing in my experience as a remote viewer suggests that Greys see
us as an enemy. They may be afraid both of us and of what we
represent, but they need us, spiritually as well as physically. And
lest we judge too quickly, we may need them for our own
evolutionary survival just as dearly.
In short, we need to know more, much more, about them, ourselves,
and the role that we should play in this intensely interesting
drama. I suggest that it may be wise to postpone our judgments of
all nonhuman species until we advance a bit more in our own
understanding of the broader galactic community.
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