I promote a radical idea: That we humans are more than a mere collection of physical parts and processes. Why is that radical, you wonder? Since people first became able to think, haven’t most of us, really, deep down inside believed that human nature was partly physical, yet partly “something else”?
From the days of the early Greeks, and perhaps before, there have always been materialists around—people who thought that nothing existed that wasn’t in some way physical. But since the 1950s or 1960s the certitude has grown that human beings are just complicated pieces of biological machinery—essentially “machines made of meat.” It has become the fashion, especially in science, to reject the idea that there can be anything to humans beyond what can be measured or explained in physical terms. Such thinking leads to an unavoidable conclusion—there is nothing in human nature that is spiritual, or non-physical, or psychic in the ESP sense of the word.
From my own studies and experiences, I know this modern “scientific” belief is mistaken—is its own sort of fantasy. I have discovered for myself that humans are “more than their physical bodies” (as consciousness pioneer Robert A. Monroe aptly and often put it).
This blog documents my own experiences, thoughts, and ideas from more than three decades as a military psychic spy, philosopher, and student of human perception and consciousness. Its main theme will be remote viewing and remote perception, but as I add entries you will also find posts ranging into broader areas of consciousness, intuition, non-local knowing, and perception as well. Grab a hold—the ride starts now….
Paul H. Smith recently spent two weeks in southern California training Russians in the art and skill of controlled remote viewing. This is his report, along with some interesting results.
If you’ve seen the movie “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” (sometimes abbreviated by fans as “CEIII”) then you’ve seen Richard Dreyfuss building a model of Wyoming’s Devil’s Tower out of mashed potatoes on the dining room table. That iconic scene became a running joke… Read more
(Featured image courtesy Diego Delso, delso.photo, License CC-BY-SA) Some people love to find fault. Some of them are journalists—or at least pretend to be. Such is the case with a website named “MuckRock,” which bills itself as “a non-profit collaborative news site that gives you… Read more
It happens to me all the time. I will be sitting in an airport, or waiting in a doctor’s office, or wherever, and will strike up a conversation with someone next to me. At some point I’ll be asked, “What do you do for work?”… Read more
It was all started by the improbable partnership of a psychic and a scientist 45 years ago today. June 6, 1972 was when artist/psychic Ingo Swann accompanied physicist Harold E. “Hal” Puthoff into the Varian Physics Building on the campus of Stanford University. Their goal… Read more
Have you or someone you know ever had a thought that seemed to be a premonition or foreboding of some disaster about to occur? If so, have you (or they) wondered anxiously what you should do about it, whom you should tell? Recently, I received… Read more
On my first day in Army airborne training I learned how not to take a break. Two hours into the routine of drills and running, our platoon’s Black Hat (as sergeants who run the training are called) halted us and said he was going to… Read more
T wenty years ago today Remote Viewing Instructional Services taught it’s first student. On 17 January 1997 an adventurous soul named Ed Bogges signed on to be my first ever civilian student of controlled remote viewing. To be sure, I had by then been doing… Read more
Barely four months after my wife Daryl and I were married, I got sent off to help fight a war. Not the best way to build a marriage relationship, especially since I left her with partial custody of three brand new step kids–an instant family… Read more
I was tense. The longer we cooled our heels in the antechamber of the Hart Senate Office Building, the more time we had to wonder what awaited us behind that closed door. It was May 16, 1990–a Wednesday –and we were on hold while our… Read more