The Undivided

My mothers oldest brother served as a radioman/tunnel gunner in a torpedo bomber squadron during World War II. He was killed at the Battle of Leyete Gulf after his aircraft was struck by anti-aircraft fire while in the midst of a bombing run on a Japanese battleship. His airplane and crew managed to fly a short distance from the battle before ditching at sea. Both the pilot and turret gunner successfully exited the airplane and were eventually rescued but my uncle never came to the exit hatch and the airplane quickly sank under the ocean waves. Growing up, I was often told by both my mother and my grandmother that I was “just like” my uncle so I was always interested in knowing more about him. Who was this man that I was “just like” . In my grandmothers house, his picture remained on the wall above her living room sofa for nearly 50 years  He was her first born son and  he would not be forgotten.

So I suppose that it was inevitable that I would eventually use remote viewing to try to learn more about his fate. My chosen  method was ERV (extended remote viewing) which I have found to be both difficult to do and highly experiential when successful.

Here are a few snippets taken from three different remote viewing sessions where I targeted details of his final mission:

“I found myself inside the “tunnel” area of the aircraft where my uncle was stationed. I could only see him in my peripheral vision and was unable to turn to look at him more clearly. I was inexorably drawn past him and right through the radio panel and found myself staring at the glowing radio vacuum tubes in the aircraft radio. There is some primordial aspect to consciousness. It is drawn to energy….”

” I saw my uncle more clearly. He had a large wound at about his mid-section or upper leg area and the color red seeped heavily through his clothing.”

“I found myself underwater inside the aircraft.  I could clearly see him now as he was floating suspended under water above the floor of the aircraft. He seemed bathed in a golden light even though in retrospect I know it should have been much darker there at the bottom of the sea. I found myself positioned behind him.  He was leaning forward away from me as if he had floated up from a kneeling position. His shirt tail had came out of his pants and was slowly drifting upward under the water.”

 “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”
–William Faulkner