I can't begin to call you
on the telephone to talk
about this - to explain
the threat - because
every single phone call
is being monitored
by sixteen rooms that don't exist
scattered throughout the country right now.
Maybe it's seventeen now. More locations
to serve you.
So I'm telling you this way. This way
No one will see this.
CIA Headquarters. Langley, Virginia.
Fully half the rooms in this building
Think about that. It's a huge risk.
For the structural integrity of the
building, if for no other reason.
But I'm not here to talk about that.
I'm here to take you inside
one of those rooms.
One of those rooms
that don't exist.
This one does. And what goes on in there -
they will deny it. But I can describe it to you,
Perfectly. By means of remote viewing.
- big joke, now, right? In this day and age? They
spent millions in black ops dollars, back in the
heyday, exploring the techniques and potential
of remote viewing.
And then, when too many people caught on, they had
to publicly "pull the plug" - claim it's a dry well,
that it didn't really work, a bad intelligence investment
- no more to see here.
Well, like about so much else that goes on in those
rooms that do not exist - they lied. They had to turn
Remote Viewing into a joke, because of the danger
that might happen, if too many people took it
too seriously. They might not find it funny at all.
If the methods became too known, if your average
began tapping and developing that ability within
without the benefit and sanction
of government training (and containment) programs -
that kind of power in the hands of the people!
That would be no joke at all.
So they had to publicly shut it down. Pull the plug.
Denigrate. Make it safe. Make a big joke out of it.
they couldn't take the risk
of people like you and me being
But that's exactly what's happened.
Because I've tumbled to their secret techniques.
Because I've unlocked the ability within myself.
And I have looked
one particular secret room
at Langley Headquarters
in CIA, Virginia,
- and do you know what I found?
Do you know what they're doing in there?
That's right. The bastards never stopped.
I don't think they know I know yet. Whenever I check,
they're all sort of...
looking the other way.
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