To understand exactly what Iām talking about in this article, refer to the previous article.
I was just about ready to throw in the towel on this entire experiment where, after nearly an entire week of having the coordinate data for our first week of remote viewing experiments, not one of my Viewers returned any data. Iām used to this by now, of course. In the past Iāve struck out to plan and do cool shit. I generate some interest from required third parties and then experience a total lack of follow through from those same third parties. Itās frustrating as hell and sends a message to me that Iām just not that interesting and neither are my ideas but I fought the urge to sink into the depths of low self-esteem and deep-six the entire enterprise, as was my urge to do so. At the very last minute, I receive one set of data out a group of about ten Viewers and then decided to send a pleasant, but harassing email to the others to see if I couldnāt scare up some data from them and wouldnāt you know it? It worked! Several Viewers turned in data and what they turned in blew my mind.
The Intention: SKULL
Last Wednesday I drove out to the middle of downtown Exeter, New Hampshire and spent a couple of minutes trying to conjure a single word as the intention for the inaugural Randonaut journey. It had to be a simple, single noun and I eventually landed on the word SKULL for no other reason than it being the first word that came to mind. Bearing that word in mind, I narrowed the journey radius to 2km, a circle that encompassed most of the developed downtown area and pressed the button, choosing a Power anomaly, meaning a section of the radius area that is particularly thick with anomalous attractors. The app dropped a pin in a part of town that Randonautica has taken me to in the past and I set out in my car to that spot. This being the second or third time that the app has taken me out to that spot, I begin to wonder what, exactly, lies out that way since itās just a network of residential neighborhoods on the edge of town.
It takes me a couple of minutes to reach the spot an it turns out that the pin lands on a location that is adjacent to a run-down home, back in the woods a short distance. I pass the house and notice a trail heading into the woods next to the house and decide that what Iām looking for is likely location somewhere on or near that trail. Needing to turn around, I bust a left at the next street and spot a good place to turn around. I drop my turn signal and start to make a move but the gigantic fucking truck behind me decides that this is also a good time to pass me on the left and nearly collides with me. SKULL, indeed. I swear to God. Gulags for all these people in their gigantic diesel death machines.
Having survived the encounter, I park near the YMCA and walk back to the trail. I step inside the forested area and walk along, noting that the pin for the Randonaut journey is off the path to my left somewhere and that Iām well-within the 100m radius where whatever SKULL represents will be found, but I find nothing. The property for the run-down house extends out here into the woods some and I spot some shit in the growth which looks like it could be used for a remake of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre but walking on to peopleās property is a big no-no for Randonauts. Off in the bushes thereās a dilapidated shack, an old dog house, a swing set, sewer pipe access atop some sort of cement and brick structure, and the foundation ofā¦ something. But thereās nothing outwardly SKULL about this spot, unless you consider these remnants of the past to be the skeleton of something from before.
The path extends on into the woods for some distance and I walk along, hoping to find something interesting back there and then I do. But Iām now way outside of the pinās 100m radius. But I decide that what I found out there would make a good viewing target so I drop a pin on Google Maps, walk back, and prepare to send the coordinates to my Viewers.
The coordinates: 42.9723858, -70.9557698
The red pin above represents the spot that I chose, rather than the pin from Randonautica. Yes, Iām cheating a bit. It really doesnāt matter in the grand scheme of things. Week one was intended to get everyone loosened up and familiar with the process, so I could have chosen anywhere for them to view without Randonautica, but as youāre going to see, whatever force is at work behind the Randonaut effect thought it would be hilarious to fuck with me.
Viewer #1
Below is a photo of the notes taken by a Viewer that Iāll call Viewer #1. These are good notes. Thereās drawings and descriptions. Uri Geller was known to turn in notes like this, a combination of drawings and notes in a single image.
This is good stuff but whatās interesting to me is that the Viewer became hung up on what they thought was a building. They note colors, bushes and tress, thereās a note on the page that actually says ādonāt actually see a buildingā, and thereās a drawing of what is very clearly a bridge but they insist that itās like a building of some sort.
After several rounds of experiments by The Stanford Research Institute, their head psychic in charge, Ingo Swann, started to notice that Viewers had a tendency to do this, which skewed the data through bias. Viewers started assigning meaning and names to patterns and shapes. When a viewer declared that the shapes in their visions were a house, they started to assign house-like meaning to the rest, following a sort of narrative that was consistent with house-like imagery and meaning. But it would turn out that the target was actually a boat or something. So Swann devised a new system that required Viewers to relieve themselves of analysis and simply required them to document their visions and impressions as raw visual information. Iām going to have to see if I can drill this into these Viewers because I definitely saw this sort of word-association in the results. But Iām honestly shocked by what they returned because hereās the actual coordinate location.
Viewer #1, above, very clearly saw the target location. Thereās green, the plank of the bridge is noted as being yellow in their notes and thereās a good deal about the color orange, the rusty color of the bridgeās metallic frame. Crazy, right?
Viewer #2, however, returned some data that freaked me out and presented some questions that I hadnāt anticipated.
Viewer #2
Viewer #2 was in a hurry and returned their data in a short list of notes. Iād have preferred a more robust session with sketches or whatever, but I was already starting to feel like people didnāt care to participate, so Iāll take what I can get.
They wrote:
Rustic location
A cabin
Trees
A boot or shoe
A water view, large body of water, lakeside perhaps
A man sweeping small items with his arm
A fireplace mantel with oil lamps or glass jars on it
They definitely viewed the wetlands area and the stream which runs under the bridge but what about the other stuff? Seems like they missed by a mile, right?
Wrong.
Youāll remember what I said about where the Randonautica pin landed originally, and that I just walked by it all, deciding that it wasnāt visually interesting enough? I think that they saw both pins, which makes me wonder: What role do the target coordinates play in all this? I know that the Monroe Institute eschewed the whole coordinate system, entirely, deeming it unnecessary but if the SRI and Monroe were conducting similar experiments with and without coordinates and both groups were receiving valid data, it makes me think that a shared degree of consciousness is how the Viewers are seeing the location. How that works is anybodyās guess, but Viewer #2 had visions of two separate target locations, one that I intended to use on the group and one that I didnāt. Itās like they saw both locations through my eyes and reported on both.
If it sounds like Iām reaching, just wait. I admit that these rough notes are still a bit vague by the criteria of the experiment but theyāre on to something with them. Viewer #3 backs up my hypothesis that the Viewers are seeing the target locations through me or at least through some shared level of consciousness that gave them access to my experience in that location.
Viewer #3
Viewer #3 also noted the presence of a forest. Their impressions are a little more sparse than the location actually is but you can see a path next to the tree in the drawing, the only set of notes to remark on the trail. In their notes you can see impressions of man-made stuff mixed in with the growth, which is pretty consistent and clear from the photos above. There are notes about no shelter among the trees, which is also consistent with the Randonautica pinās locations since most of the trees at the pinās location are bare and dead. Many of them have fallen over or are broken off. Thereās a drawing of a shack or a shed, noting that itās dirty, just like the shack and the dog house photos above. The one thing that Viewer #2 didnāt note about the Randonautica location was that cement block or the odd smells. The odd smells were definitely there. Itās a mixture of forest wetland, a recent fire, and sewer access. The concrete block, however, was definitely a feature of the location.
Viewer #3 receive zero impressions of the spot that I chose. Thereās nothing in there about the bridge over the stream or water, only notes about the coordinates that I didnāt give them. I consider this set of data to be highly spooky. The Randonautica pin is located a good distance back from the from the coordinates that I provided so accidental overlap isnāt likely. These spots are a good 100m+ apart and arenāt visible to one another from either position. Viewer #3 viewed a location that I directly experienced but withheld from the Viewers. How?
Viewer #4
Viewer #4 provided the following written notes.
The first attempt was sort of a bust. I was sleepy. But I kept thinking of sand, a sandy place, and shame. The feeling of shame kept creeping in, and the feeling of discomfort. And then I fell asleep.
Second attempt was better. I meditated for 10 minutes and then concentrated on the coordinates for 20 minutes. My train of thought went something like this: I pictured myself in my version of an SRI remote viewing roomāvery plain, with a table and chair. I had a sip of coffee and walked out the door, to what I hoped was my destinationā the coordinates. The idea of sand came back to me, some place tropical, but that didnāt seem right. I pictured the numbers for the coordinates and played with them, looking for patterns. Maybe itās an equation? 42-70ā¦thatās -28. So I think: 28 below, below 28th. Manhattan. Underground? I need to get on a subway. I take a subway (thinking of the band The Jam and their song Going Underground). The subway is going to an island. Maybe itās Coney Island? Or Long Island? Iām jammed in the subway car and I want to get out. I want to be sedated? The Ramones lead me back to Coney Island but Iām not sure this is my stop. The island Iām looking for is a depressed place, a place you go when youāre a washed up exile. Old spies in sweaty shirts. Itās not a terrible island but itās not great and being there is mostly a punishmentāa soft punishment but punishment all the same. Washed up and washed out, thatās how you get there. After that, I started to drift back the usual thoughts.
Visually, this one is pretty far off the mark. The SRI was primarily interested in visual data that was actionable. I am not. They were trying to develop a new sort of military intelligence with this and would have tossed this one off, completely. But I was taken by the detail of the word shame.
The Randonautica location definitely had a vibe to it that I found deeply unpleasant. It was a dismal place that was falling down around the foundations. An empty doghouse rotted on the edge of the wetlands next to a cement foundation and a shack or a garage that had literally collapsed to one side while the forest grew up around it, gradually reclaiming it. Thereās a rusty metal swing set in there and the whole area, with the forest growing up in and around it, gives the impression of a place that the property owners are trying to forget about while the forest steadily creeps up to the place that they current live in. The house that serves as the primary occupancy was still standing but the lawn was thickly overgrown and the property was surrounded a by a huge hedge that hadnāt been trimmed in about a decade. Someone lived there, evident by the truck and car in the driveway, but they had long since given up on taking care of this place.
This concludes week one of the RandoViewer experiment. Next week will be another round of this mode where Viewers are asked to simply view a set of coordinates. Week three will twist the script a little bit but weāll get there when we get there.
Itās not too late to get in on this, either. If youād like to be a Viewer email randoviewers [at] protonmail.me and Iāll get you rotation but only do so if you intend to follow through.
And donāt forget! Codex A isnāt my only project at the moment. I also write about horror movies over at Cinema Suicide and host a horror movie podcast with my brother called The Brothers Grim Horror Podcast! Do check them out and subscribe.
This is behind my house and Iām prettyās sure the bridge and the giant field used to be part of a giant farm and I recently found all these blackberry bushes growing on my land and tourmaline!