So, Las Vegas is awful for a person like me. Even off the strip in a low-key location like the Green Valley Ranch, the trappings of casino life are assaulting and sad. The banks of slots and blackjack machines filling cavernous rooms, the hazy lighting, the indoor smoking, the bold yet bland carpeting and saxophone musak that never ends. A scientist friend informed me that, actually, casinos are horrible environments for psychic predictions. The buildings themselves are designed for continual disorientation, the games are smatterings of color and numbers and symbols aimed to confuse. And yet I’m here at a precognition conference. Some of the most accomplished psychics in the world, who have worked government and corporate contracts, are giving lectures on topics ranging from how to find missing children, to how to refine your own psychic process, and of course, how to use psychic ability to wager on sporting events.
After yesterday’s morning session in Remote Viewing (a specific procedure for accessing information in the future), I went to coffee with some attendees. They came from Los Angeles and worked in the movie business. One, a screenwriter who wrote for the Star Wars series, Clone Wars, Rebels and who worked closely with George Lucas, had been to this conference six months earlier. The other, a special effects guy for Super Girl, Sharknado, and many B movies, was a first timer. They each had a working knowledge of this particular type of psychic ability, as well as others. They were among the 100 attendees who had done enough work –practiced quieting the mind and seeing the surprising images--to know they preferred different methods. The special effects guy liked to use Sculpey clay to model the images that came to mind. The writer liked to sketch and use words. They both planned to wager on the evening baseball game based on this morning session’s drawings. By wager, I mean run upstairs and place bets. Apparently, the screenwriter had won big at the last conference. Many people had.
I was struck by their casual confidence around using this type of psychic skill for betting. They knew their technique, and had confidence. They were creative people who knew their own minds well enough to play with the possibilities. They had none of the delusion or wacked energy that accompanies the stereotype of psychic people, which, everyday becomes more of a dying stereotype. In most of my work with this subject, I’ve encountered people who tentatively give testimonies, knowing how it sounds. Even if they are confident about their experience, hesitation often accompanies their story of seeing a future moment, or hearing someone's silent thoughts, or feeling the dying energy of their cat. At this conference, people understand the senses are not limited to the five, and they own it.
Because I have a blog rant about it, I asked the screenwriter if he had anything to do with the development of Rey, the female lead in The Force Awakens whom I felt needed so much more development. Particularly if he had any input on the moment she touches the lightsaber and receives a flashback of her life’s previous traumas. He knows exactly what I mean.
“Oh, the psychometry? No, that wasn’t me. In fact, you know this film was made without George (as in Lucas, because in Hollywood everyone is on a first name basis). George didn’t ever use psychometry in the previous films. The only significant light saber was the one Obi wan gave to Luke, because it was his father’s.”
I had never heard of psychometry-- touching an object and receiving information—although now I know why I dislike antique shops and vintage clothing. Nor have I spoken with anyone who treats it like any other sense, tasting ice cream or smelling cologne. The rest of our conversation skimmed a genre had I little familiarity with: the latest Avengers film (too many characters), powerful female role models for girls on animated TV. We returned to the casino conference room in the basement, and the horrible rug and musak quickly faded away as the other attendees chattered about their Remote Viewing drawings. It was time to place a bet. The drawings had been judged, odds determined, and the favorable wagers suggested. I haven’t ever place a bet in my life. The whole idea sort of disgusts me, and yet I followed a pack of three upstairs, too curious to stay behind.