The annual Frost Fayre in my town was approaching again. A year before, Asher and I had used the occasion to revisit our old remote viewing experiments, with considerable success. (I’ll put a link to the post I wrote about that towards the end of this story.) We decided to have another go.
For those who haven’t read A Mind Beyond Words or any of my blogs about remote viewing, Asher and I went through a phase of testing out the accuracy and extent of his RV skills on a weekly basis. Every Sunday, I would head off to a different location and stand there for 15 minutes, then I’d take photos of everything and wait. Asher, in his home on the other side of the country, would make sketches and notes of what he viewed, photograph them and send them to me. I’d send back my photos and we’d note the similarities. There were always plenty.
We later discovered that he could view my location ahead of time just as easily. He would make notes of where I would be at a specific time on a specific date and, once the day and time arrived, he’d share them with me, while I sent back photos. It worked equally well.
Time and distance are of no consequence with RV. All that matters is to have an energy fix — a significant person or something to link the viewer to the location.
These days, Asher has chosen only to work with his psychic skills via telepathy. That means our old way of working is no use. If I were to stand in a particular location and wait for telepathic messages from him, I wouldn’t be able to distinguish what I was seeing physically from what I was receiving mentally. I would see, say, two ducks on a pond and have a mental image of them, but I wouldn’t be able to tell whether he, or my physical senses, gave me that thought if both arrived together.
Luckily, we can fall back on using the forward-viewing technique.
So it was, that on the evening before the event, Asher sent me a set of objects he viewed. I wrote them in my notebook as a list, but most came to me as pictures or images. That meant I was remotely viewing what Asher was remotely viewing on the day before whatever-it-was happened!
The first image was the clearest.
The Frost Fayre is spread over the whole town centre, which is pedestrianised for the day, with stalls, pop-up stages and crowds of people. I was given an exact location. I could see which part of town this viewing was in. In my book I wrote, ‘Just past the town hall.’
In my mind, I was shown a spot at the entrance to a car park a few feet past this building. The next thing I saw, superimposed on this location, was a bright red blob. It was roughly the size and shape of a large person. Asher’s thoughts were coming to me as well: ‘It’s very eye-catching. Probably a costume.’
‘Ah,’ I thought to myself, ‘It will be someone dressed up as Father Christmas.’
So it was that the following day, I made my way to the road outside the town hall and scanned the area for any Santa impersonators. Surprisingly, given the midwinter theme of the event, there were none. I wandered up into the car park, which had been transformed into a children’s funfair, bought some street food, finished my mulled cider and browsed a few artisan’s stalls. I was just coming back towards the town hall when something red caught my eye!
The gentleman shown in the photo here was striding towards the car park, resplendent in his fur-trimmed red robe and tricorn hat. I wheeled round, clutching my phone and followed, weaving through the crowds and catching a shot of him in exactly the spot where the red blob had appeared in the remote viewing.
Not Santa then, but one of the town’s dignitaries in ceremonial dress. I grinned to myself at Asher’s choice. The year before, a group of these same people had featured in our remote viewing. Ash had called them ‘kings’ that time, referencing an occasion when my tiny grandson had assumed the town’s mayor must be a king. Click here to see that story, included in the tale of last year’s Frost Fayre viewing.
There were several other hits and a couple of misses at this year’s event. I failed to find a trotting pony, despite getting a very clear mental image of it — a My Little Pony type of thing with a foreleg raised. Asher told me the following evening that I’d walked right past it. I found something tightly wrapped in cream string, but it didn’t really fit the image I’d seen. Apparently it had been a different musical instrument to the one I’d spotted.
I’d been told to look for ‘a pair separated’. The image that had come to me the night before was something like a pair of brass candlesticks, but these vases fitted the bill, especially as I’d been told to look out for doves as well.
(NB An ‘eagle-eyed’ friend noted that two birds are also separated here – the eagle and the dove!)
Perhaps the RV results at last year’s fayre were more spectacular, but by sending the images visually this year, Asher ensured that I had some experience of how it feels to be a remote viewer, rather than just the target of his viewings.
At any rate, I’m very glad the magic still works.