PSI Spies: The True Story of America's Psychic Warfare Program
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PSI Spies: The True Story of America's Psychic Warfare Program
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Overview
Learn the Truth About Our Military’s Psychic Soldiers
PSI Spies takes you behind the scenes of the US Army’s formerly top-secret remote viewing unit to see how the military has used this psychic ability as a tool and a weapon. Even though remote viewing was developed by various tax-supported government agencies, including the CIA, most Americans have never heard of this faculty.
In the 1970s, with the support of Congress, the Army formed a small unit of remote viewers to spy for America. These soldiers/psychic spies gained penetrating knowledge about a wide variety of subjects. They were consulted to stop a Soviet plot to kill President Ronald Reagan. They mentally prowled the halls of the Kremlin. They probed Iraq’s hidden weapons sites in preparation for the 1991 Gulf War.
From insights into our future to the continuing mysteries of UFOs and crop circles, no subject has been immune to the military remote viewers—America’s Psi Spies. And now, in this book, you can also find tips on how to remote view on your own.
Praise for PSI Spies
“PSI Spies is one of the best books ever written about the U.S. government’s top-secret psychic warfare unit. Marrs introduces us to all involved in this covert project and gives a detailed view of the benefits and limitations of applied remote viewing. I highly recommend it.” —Simeon Hein, PhD, author of Opening Minds
“Marrs uses his impressive investigative skills and impeccable research to delve into the shadowy world of remote viewing and psychic spying as a form of intelligence gathering. Marrs presents compelling and thorough documentation of the classified quest of the U.S. government to understand the mysterious world of “psi” and turn it to their military advantage. Both provocative and highly entertaining, PSI Spies proves that our government takes paranormal phenomena far more seriously than we’ve ever been led to believe. Another must-read book by an author who is never afraid to dig deep for, and expose, the truth.” —Marie D. Jones, author of PSIence: How New Discoveries in Quantum Physics and New Science May Explain the Existence of Paranormal Phenomena
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781601639516 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Red Wheel/Weiser |
| Publication date: | 06/23/2023 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 320 |
| Sales rank: | 385,095 |
| File size: | 963 KB |
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CHAPTER 1
PSIINT:PSYCHIC INTELLIGENCE
U.S. Army Captain David Morehouse should never have told his unit psychologist about his out-of-body experience. He didn't think it was any big deal, but the incident had stayed on his mind, and he wanted to share it with someone.
His sharing set him on a course that completely altered his life, bringing him face to face with the most fundamental questions of life on Earth and its place in the universe.
It all began one morning in early 1988. As Morehouse drove to his job with a top-level military intelligence unit, he felt he had it made. The unit was an odd mixture of Special Forces soldiers, intelligence officers, military pilots, communications experts, and even some Marines. Morehouse felt slightly out of place as, for the past 10 years of his career, he had been an infantry officer first commanding a Ranger company in Panama, then serving as a staff officer at battalion level.
He and his wife, son, and two daughters were living in a two-story Colonial home in Bowie, Maryland. Although he didn't have the kind of close family life he might have desired, they were living comfortably.
Each morning, Morehouse made the same drive from his home to the Kingman Building outside Fort Belvoir where he worked in the enclosed offices of a unit known only as ROYAL CAPE.
This "special access" unit was housed in modular offices, which had been constructed inside an existing building. Armed guards, key-card locks, and electronic fields protected the entire unit.
Entering the main hallway that morning in 1988, Morehouse nodded to the armed guards in their glass-encased room. To his left was the office of the unit psychologist, Lt. Col. Ennis Cole (a pseudonym, as he still works for the government), a tall, slender man with a thick head of blondish-brown hair.
Morehouse knew Col. Cole's work within the unit was critical. ROYAL CAPE's responsibilities included the handling of operatives in foreign countries. Such operatives had to be extremely stable people. And yet the people that chose to do such work were almost always inherently unstable.
He knew that it was a fine line in these agents' psychological profile that decided which would go and which would stay. It was the unit psychologist that would ultimately make the decision. Then there was the fact that no one in the special access unit was hired without thorough testing by Col. Cole. He probably knew more about the unit members than their own families.
Morehouse looked to his right, into his commanding officer's office, to see if anything seemed out of the ordinary. Once he saw that everything appeared routine, he veered left into his own office. The small cubicle was depressing. It had no windows and nothing hung on the walls — no photos, no pictures, no posters, nothing. A few weeks earlier, Morehouse had tried to bring the room to life by mounting his military awards, plaques, and trophies on the wall, but one of his superiors had ordered the removal of this self-aggrandizing museum.
Sadly, Morehouse had removed the items, all except for the Kevlar helmet he had brought back from his tour in Jordan the year before. The bullet hole from a 7.62-millimeter slug was still prominent on that helmet. The shot to his head had been deflected by the helmet, but the shock of the bullet strike had opened doors into his mind he had never known existed. The incident had begun a series of strange experiences.
Morehouse had no more than settled into the chair behind his large wooden desk when he made his decision: He decided to see the psychologist and talk about his experiences.
He walked down the hallway and entered Cole's office. The psychologist was sitting behind his desk with his head buried in a stack of papers.
Cole pushed the stack aside, looked up, and said, "Hi, Dave. What's up? Are you still concerned about that last man we checked?"
"No, I have a little personal matter I want to talk with you about," replied Morehouse.
Cole straightened in his chair and leaned forward. "Oh?" he said, suddenly interested.
Morehouse began to have second thoughts about his decision to share his latest experience with Cole. It was pretty outlandish-sounding, and he himself had never put much stock in stories of the paranormal. But, over time, he had developed a certain trust in Cole.
He squirmed in his seat a moment and was about to rise to leave when Cole said, "Well, what is it, Dave? You know that you can tell me anything and it will be held in the strictest confidence."
"Yeah, I know, but this is pretty wild," replied Morehouse.
When Cole didn't say anything, Morehouse sighed, settled in his chair, and began recounting his story.
"Well, it was last weekend. Something happened while I was on a camping trip with my son and his Boy Scout troop as one of the adult supervisors."
Cole nodded and sat quietly as Morehouse continued.
"It was really cold and the snow was quite deep. It had been a big struggle to get to the camping spot and set up camp. We were all pretty tired and went to bed early. I really enjoy being with my son and his friends in the outdoors, but this time was special for me. It was a strange outing."
"What do you mean, strange?"
"I somehow felt closer to everyone and everything, as if I was tuned in to a different frequency or something. Once I looked into my son's eyes and almost started crying. I felt I could see into his life, into his future. There was this jumble of visions. I couldn't make any sense out of it. I know that sounds crazy, but that's what happened."
Cole nodded. "Well, I think —"
Morehouse interrupted. "There's more. When we all went to bed, I slept outside the tent, alone in my bedroll in the snow. It was about midnight and there was a full moon and a bright starry sky. I just lay there, taking it all in. I was in that Alpha State, you know, not quite asleep but not wide awake.
"Suddenly I felt myself rising slowly off the ground. I wasn't frightened. In fact I was oddly calm. I felt weightless and free as I passed nearby tree branches. Looking down to my left, I saw a dark body lying in the snow and I knew it was me.
"I wasn't scared, just intrigued by it all, as if I knew it was going to happen. Almost as if I had done this before.
"I remember coming straight up out of my sleeping bag. I mean I shot straight up into the sky. It seemed like I went up more than 1,000 feet. I was really moving. I saw the moon and the clouds and, more importantly, I felt all this. It was no dream. I was speeding toward the moon so fast it made me physically ill. I actually felt my stomach roll from the acceleration.
"I stopped high above the Earth and looked at everything around me. I could see for miles in the moonlight; the snow-covered hills, the forests, and the lights in the homes."
"Then I was moving along and before long I was above the house of a close friend of mine. I dropped through the roof and was seeing the inside of the house, moving from room to room."
Morehouse sat staring at the wall, captivated by the memory of the incident.
Cole finally broke the silence. "Yes, well, then what happened?" he asked quietly.
Morehouse shook his head. "I woke up," he said.
Noting Cole's quizzical look, Morehouse quickly added, "Well, I didn't exactly wake up, you see, because I had never really been asleep. I guess you could say I just came to.
"I remember feeling that this was the end of the journey as I slowly descended back to where my body was. I watched myself all the way down but I lost everything just before I became me again. Then I was back in my sleeping bag as if nothing had happened."
Morehouse sat looking at the psychologist, as if waiting for word of a death sentence.
Cole smiled and said, "Dave, I can see your question coming. No, you're not going crazy."
"Well, that's a relief," he said. "But you have to admit that this is not normal."
Cole rose to his feet and began pacing his small office.
"I would say, from what you've told me, that you've had an out-of-body experience. And understand that this is not an uncommon occurrence."
"Really?" Morehouse was somewhat amazed. Because he had never really looked into the subject, he had always thought that stories about psychic insights and leaving the body were only for the supermarket tabloids.
"The psychological literature is full of such accounts," Cole said seriously. "Usually this phenomenon is connected to some life-threatening situation. Combat soldiers, in extreme danger, have often reported out-of-body experiences.
"Most of the material on these events is strictly anecdotal but there have been some successful scientific tests also. Under lab conditions, test subjects have been able to induce an out-of-body experience and have retrieved data that was not available through normal means. In fact, the army has been making a study of such things."
After rummaging in a filing cabinet, the psychologist put some papers together. Cole handed them to Morehouse, saying, "Here, I want you to read through this and tell me what you think."
"All right," said Morehouse absently as he thumbed through the material.
After returning to his office, Morehouse studied the material more closely.
It included some reports from the Army's Intelligence and Security Command's Golden Sphere program designed to enhance human performance. Some were stamped "Secret" and carried the strange acronym "GRILL FLAME." The reports addressed such topics as sleep-assisted learning, biofeedback, and stress management. There were also references to parapsychology and something called "remote viewing."
Parapsychology? Morehouse thought to himself. I can't believe they are talking seriously here about clairvoyance and ESP.
But his interest was aroused, and with his camping trip experience still fresh in his mind, Morehouse found he was more willing to look at the material with an open mind.
Two days later, Morehouse finally asked Cole the questions that had been plaguing him. "I want to know more about that material you gave me. There was a lot of talk about psychic abilities. Can that really exist? Is the Army seriously studying stuff like that? Can people really leave their bodies?" he asked seriously.
"What do you think?" Cole countered his questions with a question.
Morehouse sat quietly for a moment, then said slowly, "I used to think that all that was a bunch of bunk. But, now, after my experience, I'm not so sure."
Cole perched himself on the desk and leaned toward Morehouse. "What if I told you there were people doing those very things in the Army right now?" he said.
Morehouse was shocked. "You mean leaving their bodies and seeing with their minds?" he asked incredulously.
Cole nodded.
Morehouse sat for a moment thinking of the implications of what he had just been told. "How could I get in on something like that?" he finally asked.
Cole only smiled and said, "We'll talk later."
The next day Cole started dropping off folders for Morehouse to read. They were stamped "SECRET" and "GRILL FLAME" and were filled with what appeared to be interrogations or interviews. Though they didn't seem to make sense, the reports in the folders continued to arouse his interest. Statements such as "now move forward through the wall," "move through the closed door," and "I'm reaching for the lock but it keeps passing through my hand" caught his attention.
After all, this was the United States Army, and military officers, particularly the unit psychologist, didn't make jokes about classified material.
Morehouse continued to meet with Col. Cole, both inside and outside the office. Cole shared information and articles on paranormal studies.
In time, he slowly revealed the secrets of GRILL FLAME.
A small, select group of soldiers, the colonel explained, were having out-of-body experiences. They were leaving their physical bodies, going to distant targets, and describing the targets. "They call this remote viewing," Cole explained.
Morehouse still couldn't quite believe this was real, yet here was his unit psychologist, a man with serious rank and credentials, telling him that people were sending their minds out of their bodies to view faraway persons and places.
It began to dawn on Morehouse that he was being let in on a very big secret, a secret that went outside the boundaries of his conventional upbringing. "What the hell am I getting myself involved in?" he thought, thinking back on his background.
Raised a "military brat," young Morehouse was shuffled from one home to another, sometimes in rough neighborhoods. "I remember stomp fights," he recalled. "That's where one guy would stomp the other until someone fell down and then they would stomp his face — and that was just the third grade!"
The Morehouse family, practicing Mormons, finally settled in San Clemente, California. The beaches, surfers, and sun-baked beauties made Morehouse feel he was in heaven. He was a cheerleader while attending Mira Costa College, and in 1974 was voted "Mr. Cheer, USA" in national competition. But he also proved he was no wimp by placing fourth place in a statewide wrestling competition, a feat that earned him a scholarship to Brigham Young University.
It was at BYU that Morehouse gained both a wife and an obsession with becoming a soldier as his father, who had served in both World War II and Korea, was. He was soon on an ROTC scholarship.
Following stints at the U.S. Army's airborne and Ranger schools at Fort Benning, Georgia, Morehouse began his active duty, which included his ill-fated assignment to Jordan, where a stray bullet punctured his helmet provoking expanded mental abilities.
One rainy spring morning, Col. Cole breezed into Morehouse's office. "Come with me. I've got some people I want you to meet."
Nothing further was said, but Morehouse was of the definite opinion that he was about to meet the Army's remote viewers, psychic operatives — the Psi Spies.
Morehouse was deep in thought as the Chrysler K car driven by Col. Cole turned off Maryland's Highway 5 into the front entrance of Fort Meade.
He pondered what might lie in store for him with a psychic unit. I'm just an infantry officer, and now I'm literally off to see the wizard, he thought to himself.
The blue Chrysler passed Burba Park, but before reaching the base hospital, Cole turned off into a dead-end street where two long, low, wooden buildings were nestled in a grove of trees. The buildings appeared deserted.
The easternmost building, marked only with the number 2560, was an old World War II-era barracks. The other building was marked 2561. They were apparently the only such structures still standing. All the others were long gone.
Morehouse surveyed the buildings and was not impressed. Paint was peeling off the sides, and the tall metal chimneys obviously had not been used for some time. Walking up onto a small wooden porch, he noticed the front door was green-painted steel with a modern high-security lock. Morehouse laughed to himself. A second-year karate student could kick his way through this building with his bare feet, yet the front door is secured with a high-tech lock, he thought, wondering what secrets the lock protected.
He didn't have long to wonder, as the door was quickly opened by a short, thickset woman.
"Morning, Jeanie," Cole said cheerfully.
Peering around the colonel, the woman studied Morehouse. "And who have you brought with you?"
"This is the man I've been telling you about," Cole replied, striding through the doorway.
The woman waved Morehouse inside. "Come right in," she said with a smile that Morehouse could have pictured on the face of a cat who had just caught a canary.
As Jeanie went off to announce their arrival, Cole explained that she was the wife of a retired Army colonel who had been a civilian employee at Fort Meade before joining the psychic unit as a secretary.
As Morehouse's eyes became accustomed to the dim interior he gave a small gasp. Having been in the spit-and-polish Army for so long now, he was taken aback by the dark and cluttered office. A mural stretched along one wall depicting a star field with a swath across it representing a red galaxy. Gazing at the painting, he felt as if he had stepped onto the set of a Star Trek movie.
The office itself contained an odd assortment of old wooden desks, chairs, and other accessories. Notes, news clippings, and memos were pinned or pasted onto the walls. Everywhere were stacks of papers, files, and books, as well as an incongruous array of potted plants.
The office's occupants did nothing to dispel the idea that this was merely a college research facility. Next to a coffee machine, an older man with a bit of gray in his hair stood in his stocking feet. Beside him was a shorter, younger man whose hair was combed forward and cut in bangs. Both wore civilian clothes.
It resembled nothing Morehouse had experienced in his service career.
Cole seemed at ease in this disheveled environment. He obviously had been here many times. He guided Morehouse to the pair standing by the coffee machine.
(Continues…)
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Table of Contents
Praise,
Title Page,
Copyright Page,
PREFACE,
AUTHOR'S NOTE,
CHAPTER 1 - PSIINT:PSYCHIC INTELLIGENCE,
CHAPTER 2 - THE PAST IS PROLOGUE,
CHAPTER 3 - SCIENCE'S CUTTING EDGE,
CHAPTER 4 - PENETRATING THE IMPENETRABLE,
CHAPTER 5 - ENTER THE PSI SPIES,
CHAPTER 6 - WAR IN THE ETHER,
CHAPTER 7 - ESPIONAGE,
CHAPTER 8 - PSI GOES PUBLIC,
CHAPTER 9 - THE ENIGMA FILES,
APPENDIX - U.S. GOVERNMENT REMOTE VIEWING (RV) CHRONOLOGY,
APPENDIX: IMAGES,