Years ago, I attended a Remote Viewing workshop.  My (then) sweetheart’s idea. He thought it would be an interesting way to bridge our worlds.  The experience, however, did nothing of the sort.

Unfortunately for me, early in the day we were given the Buddah as our “target”.  Tuning in to this target, as instructed, I was immediately engulfed in a luminousity, an expanded, enlightened Consciousness  (Oops! that part was not instructed).

Moved and increasingly expansive myself, I went to the instructor with my guess:  Jesus. 

Not understanding that I had experienced the target, rather than gotten objective information about the target, his reply was simply, “No. Go try again.”

With further contact, the feeling, the experience, of course grew.  I didn’t know what to say.  “An angel?”  was my next guess.  And again, “No,” was the response.

He sent me back to my paper, filled with tables and grids.  I was, by then, in such a NoN-analytical state that I could no longer even pretend to perform the (highly analytical, highly mental) exercise.  Soon it was time for our lunch break, but I knew I would not be returning.  This just wasn’t working for me.

My brilliantly analytical (computer genius) boyfriend was embarrassed at my behavior (I was in tears by this time).  To the others in the room, I must have seemed like I was crying because I hadn’t gotten the answer right.

I didn’t blame my sweetheart, nor the instructor.  Their experience did not include mine.  How could they know what it felt like to be told that I should go from my experience of touching Enlightenment, of being engulfed in Oneness, that I should return to my desk. Return to some cerebral, linear process and do it “right”. SO many years later, I was being told, again, that my experience was not Valid.

This time, however, I was an adult, and simply chose not to continue the process.

I suppose it’s not surprising that Remote Viewing, developed in secrecy for military purposes, would not have a mindframe capable of understanding a mystic.  To them, Gautama Buddah is an historical figure, nothing more.  Facts, such as his country of origin, would have been a partially correct answer, as would physical characteristics.  If I’d drawn a picture recognizable as the Buddah, I’d have been RIGHT.  Experiencing the Buddah as if I were in his presence, or as if I were the Buddah, well, that just was never a part of their expectation, and appeared - from their perspective - to be the wrong answer.

We all need to honor our gifts, our way of moving through the world.  They’re not all the same, and there’s a reason for that! I honor the scientific - I love the world of quantum mechanics, technology, computers…  It doesn’t however, always love (or understand) me!