Jim Marrs - PSI Spies - Amazon S3

262PSI Spiesthe impressions just dry up for seemingly no reason,and you can do nothing about it. It is rare, but maybe ifI faked it, it would work. I looked up and said, “Uh-oh. Ijust went blank.”“No problem,” said my monitor, his enthusiasm undaunted.“You’re underground, in the hive chamber, andI need you to move 100 feet higher and begin describingwhat I’ve found up there.”I sighed and wrote down the move command,thinking, Will this never end? He said something elsethat I did not quite hear, and when I looked up, I couldnot see him any longer. I saw a very dark and cold corridorstretching forward, with light streaming into thefar end of it.I did not realize it at the time, but my desperationto get away from the painfully fake session had drivenme to mentally escape to the actual tasked geographiclocation. I had spontaneously “bi-located” to the actualcoordinates he had given me—just to get away fromthe misery of what was going on. To his credit, none ofthe massive pollution he had given me included thename of the actual location….I had no idea where I was.I walked forward along the corridor. I always worksessions in my stocking feet, and at the site I could feelsand piled up on stone flooring under my feet. At theother end of the corridor, I stepped out onto an extremelysmall porch-like structure about 100 feet up thesloping side of a building. It overlooked a vista of landstretching out to the horizon. The sloping side of the