posted on Apr, 5 2012 @ 02:06 PM
reply to post by grubblesnert
How I derieved my observations:
I went off your avatar, (a gamble?
funny how you [and apparently OP]
make light of this
RV is merely what used to be called Traveling Clairvoyance, a form of Astral Projection
you've actually stumbled on an ability that for most takes years of practice.
here's what you more or less did with OP's avy
Clairvoyance by means of the Tattwa symbols www.abovetopsecret.com...
from my thread here www.abovetopsecret.com...
lol you remind me of Sheriff Alan Pangborn a character in many of Stephen King's Castle Rock stories
after a lifetime of skepticism in the face of a career's worth of supernatural events
he discovers that he's a true magician when his life is on the line,and he can no longer deny the reality of the supernatural; his funny little habit
of making shadow-animals and cheap dime store magic tricks manifests as a magical power:
from Stephen King's Needful Things
Alan felt his belly try to fold in on itself, but he didn't move.
Instead, prompted by some instinct he made no effort to
understand, he put his hands together in front of the station wagon's
left headlight. He crossed them, made a bird-shape, and began to bend
his wrists rapidly back and forth.
The sparrows are flying again, Mr. Gaunt, he thought.
A large projected shadow-bird-more hawk than sparrow and
unsettlingly realistic for an insubstantial shade-suddenly flapped
across the false front of Needful Things. Gaunt saw it from the corner
of his eye, whirled toward it, gasped, and retreated again.
"Get out of town, my friend," Alan said. He rearranged his hands
and now a large shadow-dog-perhaps a Saint Bernard slouched across the
front of You Sew and Sew in the spotlight thrown by the station wagon's
headlights. And somewhere near perhaps coincidentally, perhaps not-a
dog began to bark. A large one, by the sound.
Gaunt turned in that direction. He was looking slightly harried
now, and definitely off-balance.
Part of him was announcing that this would never work, even
another miracle of transmutation couldn't save him this time, because
the Folding Flower Trick was used up, it was His thumb slipped into the
The tiny paper packet snapped out. Alan thrust his hand forward,
sliding the loop free for the last time as he did so.
"ABRACADABRA, YOU LYING #!" he cried, and what suddenly
bloomed in his hand was not a bouquet of ' flowers but a blazing
bouquet of light that lit Upper Main Street with a fabulous, shifting
radiance. Yet he realized the colors rising from his fist in an
incredible fountain were one color, as all the colors translated by a
glass prism or a rainbow in the air are one color. He felt a jolt of
power run up his arm, and for a moment he was filled with a great and
incoherent ecstasy: The white! The coming of the white!
Gaunt howled with pain and rage and fear ...