Jim Marrs - PSI Spies - Amazon S3

Epilogue 289my opportunity, I thought. But no one would accommodateme when I asked several viewers if they would takea look at the Rebel yell.On the final day of the conference, I was seated nextto John Kovacs in the hotel bar. It was crowded and noisyon this evening. There was standing room only. Patronswere almost shouting to be heard over the loud music andblaring TVs.Offhandedly, I mentioned that I had a remote viewingtarget but no one would conduct a viewing for me. I askedif John would do it, and he shrugged and agreed.For more than two days I had been carrying around aconference program with my question accompanied by acoordinate that I made up and attached to my question.The question I had written down was, “Describe thesound of the Rebel yell as uttered at the battle ofGettysburg, July 1863.” The coordinate number I had assignedto this question was 4281/2468.I sat looking around at the crowd while John placed astack of hotel notepaper in front of him and began staringoff into space. Quickly, he began to scribble on the smallnote sheets, first one and then another. Within five minutes,he handed me seven note sheets, filled with letters andcrude drawings.With a sigh, I told him that I could not decipher thesheets, and I asked him to simply write down a summary.I handed him a paper bar napkin. He wrote, “Target isman made…silver, spinning, in constant motion, yet airyand open w/ site that is larger than it appears, motion is