Remote Viewing – RV In The RV

Ever heard of Remote Viewing? I tried it for a long weekend while parked at a lake in the RV.

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Remote Viewing is the psychic ability to see hidden objects using just your mind’s eye. It was studied by the government for decades to aid military operations. Also because they heard the Russians were doing it first.

There are many accounts of Remote Viewing having great success. Anyone can learn it, they say.

I’ve been curious about RV for a long time. It seemed like something I might be good at. There’s a bunch of folks who teach remote viewing, but I wanted to learn from the original guy who invented the technique. Here is Remote Viewer #1 – the main man who helped develop RV for the Army – Joe McMoneagle.

I signed up for a pricey weekend retreat with Joe McMoneagle through the Monroe Institute – a school famous for its studies of esoteric subjects. The class was given via Zoom video conference, so I took the camper to a secluded lake for the weekend to limit any distractions. I was ready to work hard to learn RV.

There were about 35 of us in the class, with two moderators, and live lectures from Joe.

The first thing they tell you is they don’t know how RV works. Not an encouraging start.

Somehow a person’s innate psychic ability (which can’t be quantified or explained) can be trained to perceive objects that are distant or hidden. It’s part of a natural defense mechanism, they said, like when you feel somebody looking at you, or you get a creepy sensation of danger. Messages from the subconscious, presumably.

The class started with loose instructions: Quiet your mind, wait for a thought to drift in, and write down descriptors, like wet, cold, metal. Then do a little drawing of your impression. Targets are blind, meaning you are only given a number that corresponds to a hidden photograph.

“Begin,” they said, about an hour into the class. Write down your impressions of the hidden target.

I didn’t get much that first time. No messages from my subconscious bubbled up. Finally I drew some circles on the paper. Maybe that was right?

Nope. Not even close. The target was this Little Library station.

Let’s try again, they said. Target #12 was randomly selected. And here’s some special Monroe Institute tones to help you focus.

I played the audio track. It sounded like static buzz. That didn’t help much, but I really concentrated for 20 minutes. Then I wrote down words on my paper: concrete, traffic, busy. I drew a little picture of a highway.

Here’s Target #12 – I got it completely wrong.

And so it went all weekend. Three days of failure. A dozen targets and not a single one right. Not even close. In fact, I couldn’t be more off-target if I tried.

Meanwhile, other students were accurately describing the targets with detailed drawings and impressions.

It was discouraging. By the second day I started to stress eat. “Try harder,” one of the moderators suggested, so I made a bigger sandwich.

Each day Joe McMoneagle regaled us for hours with vivid tales of his Remote Viewing exploits – how he found missing children, saved hostages, directed special operations. Fascinating stories, but like many 80-something-year-olds, he started to repeat. By the third day, when he told the same stories again, I took a nap.

Half the class had dropped out at that point. They weren’t having any luck either.

The weekend wasn’t a complete loss. I enjoyed sunsets over the lake and watched the stars come out.

Should you ever take a Remote Viewing class you might have more success than I did.
In fact, I predict it!
But then again, my track record isn’t so great.