-=::: Dr. Green and the Goblins of Langley :::=-
"What's the frequency, Kennett?"
[Grey Lodge Occult Review™ -- 2003 e.v. - Issue #5]
[ http://www.greylodge.org/occultreview/glor_005/drgreen.htm ]
From the mysteriously missing pages of Brother.'. Blue.'.
Following are some interesting excerpts from the book : Remote
Viewers: The Secret History of America's Psychic Spies, 1997 by Jim
Schnabel, Dell, ISBN 0-440-22306-7
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The names Richard Kennett, Peter Crane, Mike Russo and Don Kurtis
which appear below are pseudonyms employed by Mr. Schnabel. Acting on
gut instinct and an educated guess, we did some additional research
(cf: "CIA-Initiated Remote Viewing Program at Stanford Research
Institute" by Dr. Hal Puthoff, SSE's Journal, Vol. 10, No. 1, p. 72)
and were able to confirm to our satisfaction that the primary subject
of these excerpts -- the mysterious and elusive "Richard Kennett" --
is none other than our Aviarian friend Blue Jay, Dr. Christopher "Kit"
Green, MD, Ph.D; Chief, Biomedical Sciences Department, General
Motors, former head of the CIA's UFO files at the "Weird Desk."
To guard against any conceivable interpretive dissonance, our Martian
Brethren have advised us to colour the name "Kennett" green to insure
that our readers do not forget that Dr. Green is the one being
referred to via the pseudonym "Richard Kennett." We thought it was a
pretty cool idea too. And in case there is any doubt, though we may
disagree with much of what goes on in the halls of the building where
Dr. Green used to show up for work, we nevertheless maintain a high
degreeø of respect for him and salute his courage here in breaking
free of the narrow-minded and antiquated constraints of Club Science©
to present us with these intriguing and vastly insightful
interstitially-aware perspectives.
Couple all this with the fact that there remains, in our carefully
considered opinion, little difference between the occult exploits of
today's military/intelligence community for the short-sighted purpose
of gaining military superiority and the previous workings of the
English scholar Dr. John Dee -- a mathematician, cartographer,
astronomer, astrologer and espionage agent of Queen Elizabeth I, ca.
1582-1589, who conducted a series of ritual communications with a set
of discarnate entities which eventually came to be known as the
Enochian angels -- who intended to advance the expansionist policies
of his sovereign Queen, hoping to control the hostile potentates of
Europe by commanding the tutelary spirits of it's various nations.
Then as now, it appears quite evident that there is an immense albeit
tactically camouflaged war in process where the forces of light
struggle "not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against
the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the
spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places."
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Back in 1982 or 1983, Richard Kennett at the CIA had been asked to
consult with the Army on its involvement with the Monroe Institute.
Kennett had declined any involvement, citing concerns over the "human
use" implications. He believed that by promoting altered states, one
made the brain more unstable, more prone to spontaneous hallucinations
and delusions. He could see no reason at all why the Army should be
involved with Monroe, and could see many reasons why it should not.
One of Kennett's reasons, though unstated in his comments to the Army,
was that he had once had his own OBE, using some tips he had picked up
from one of Bob Monroe's books. He had felt himself separating from
his prone, sleeping form, like a crab molting from its old shell. Then
he was free. He walked across the room -- but now there were other
beings in the room. There were monsters. Some kind of goblin hobbled
up, put its nose right in his face, stared at him. Jesus! Kennett went
back over to his bed, and tried to get back inside his body. He wasn't
sure he could do it. The goblin --
Kennett made it back all right, but he would recommend, to anyone who
asked, that out-of-body experiences be avoided like the plague. He
suspected that the effects on the emotions, and on the nervous system
in general, could result in heart attacks, psychological trauma, and
even psychotic breaks in people who were already unstable.
[Compare this analysis with the remarks of Kenneth Grant in the
chapter entitled "Dream Control by Sex Magick" from his 1973 book
Aleister Crowley and the Hidden God: "It has been remarked by various
of Crowley's critics that the women who did qualify for the role [of
"shamanic" seer via highly specific orgastic/tantric physical and
aetheric manipulations] almost always ended their term of office in
Colney Hatch, or some similar institution. This may be true, but it is
not a valid criticism of Crowley's methods for what is not considered
is that a special kind of temperament is required to establish contact
with the dream state while still awake. Western women who possess the
required traits are rare, and as they have not the hereditary
advantage of initiation into occult techniques -- as have certain
African and Oriental women -- the sudden impact of magical energy on
their personalities tends to disturb their sanity. Such women
therefore easily astralize; it was their lack of proper preparation
that resulted in ultimate lunacy." -B:.B:.]
One day, May 29 to be precise, Puthoff was sufficiently impressed with
the coordinate experiments that he placed a call to CIA head-
quarters, to the office of Richard Kennett.
Kennett was in his early thirties, with a wife and two young sons, and
a house in the Virginia suburbs. He looked somewhat like the tennis
player Jimmy Connors, though he and Connors didn't have much else in
common. Within a decade, Kennett would be the assistant National
Intelligence Officer [the NIO was the intelligence community's top
analyst in a given subject, chairing interagency panels and writing
annual reports on the subject] for chemical and biological warfare
issues.
Here in the spring of 1973, Kennett was still only a few years into
his CIA career, and served as an analyst in the Agency's Office of
Scientific Intelligence. He had a Ph.D. in neuro-physiology, was soon
to complete his M.D., and spent much of his time preparing top-secret
evaluations of the health of various foreign heads of state.
Kennett was a man of eclectic interests. The free world's greatest spy
organization often attracted his type. Ordinary science, like ordinary
life, all too often left him bored; he seemed more at home confronting
the wild extremes of human behavior. Religion and mysticism in
particular fascinated him. Appropriately, then, he spent some of his
CIA time monitoring the fringes of medicine and psychology, watching
trends, attending conferences, visiting laboratories, looking for
things that, though unconventional, might be useful to one side or
another in the great game of the Cold War. One of the areas he kept an
eye on was parapsychology, in particular the goings-on at SRI.
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One day in the lab, several members of the Livermore [LLNL] group were
monitoring [Uri] Geller during a metal-bending session. They recorded
him with audiotape, filmed him with videotape, and photographed him
with a variety of still cameras, including one that was sensitive to
thermal infrared radiation.
After the experiment they developed all the film and saw something
very strange. The infrared camera had caught what seemed to be two
diffuse patches of radiation on the upper part of one of the
laboratory walls. It was as if someone had briefly shone two large
heat sources, either from inside the lab or outside pointing in. The
patches grew in intensity for a few frames, then over the next few
frames diminished to nothing.
The Livermore Group were understandably puzzled over this, but it was
only the beginning of the strangeness that would soon consume them.
When they checked the audiotape they had made during the experiment,
they found amid everything else a distinctive, metallic- sounding
voice, unheard during the actual experiment but now clearly audible,
if mostly unintelligible. All they could make out were a few
apparently random words strung together.
If Geller could be believed, things like this had happened before.
According to one story, on several occasions when his friend Andrija
Puharich had put him under hypnosis, audiotapes of the sessions had
recorded similar strange voices. Another time, at a meeting with some
Mossad officers, someone's tape recorder had suddenly seemed to start
playing by itself, in full view of everyone.
In any case, Peter Crane and some of the others in the Livermore group
quickly found themselves involved in more strangeness than they could
handle. In the days and weeks that followed, they began to feel that
they were collectively possessed by some kind of tormenting, teasing,
hallucination-inducing spirit. They all would be in a laboratory
together, setting up some experiment, or one of the fellows and his
wife and children would be at home, just sitting around, when suddenly
there in the middle of the room would be a weird, hovering, almost
comically stereotypical image of a flying saucer. It was always about
eight inches across, in a gray, fuzzy monochrome, as if it were some
kind of hologram. The thematic connection with Geller was obvious,
when one remembered that Geller claimed to be controlled by a giant
computerized flying saucer named Spectra.
[cf. this somewhat similar event witnessed by Terrence McKenna: On the
advice of a local contact, he sat down one day to watch a portion of
the sky where, reportedly, a UFO might appear. After awhile, he
noticed a strange, thin, horizontal cloud forming near the horizon.
The cloud grew in length, then divided in two. The parts separated
some distance, then moved back together again. Then the cloud appeared
to move slowly toward him. McKenna wanted to rush to the nearby hut
and wake his sleeping friends to come and see, but he was afraid to
take his eyes off the moving cloud -- so he sat staring as it moved
closer. Before long, he says, it was directly overhead, now clearly a
flying saucer and so close he could see rivets in the metal. There was
just one thing wrong. "I recognized this thing," he says. "It looked
like the end cap of a Hoover vacuum cleaner, exactly the same fake
saucer as in George Adamski's photos. This thing flew right over my
head, and it was as phoney as a three dollar bill. I knew it was a
fake." -B:.B:.]
On the other hand, the flying saucer wasn't the only form the
Livermore visions took. There were sometimes animals -- fantastic
animals from the ecstatic lore of shamans -- such as the large raven-
like birds that were seen traipsing through the yards of several
members of the group. One of them appeared briefly to a physicist
named Mike Russo and his terrified wife. The two were lying around one
morning when suddenly there was this giant bird staring at them from
the foot of their bed.
After a few weeks of this, Russo and some of the others began
seriously to wonder if they were losing their sanity. Peter Crane
decided to call for help. He picked up the phone and called Richard
Kennett.
Kennett had visited Livermore previously, in his capacity as a CIA
analyst, to ask Crane and the others about their results with Geller.
He had remained close-mouthed about the CIA's own psi research, but
that had been expected. As far as Crane was concerned, Kennett was
their best hope for a private, quiet solution to the problem. He had
parapsychological experience, biomedical training, and high-level
security access-an extremely rare set of qualifications.
On a Saturday morning not long thereafter, at the end of an otherwise
unrelated trip to the San Francisco Bay Area, Kennett drove over and
met with Crane in a coffee shop in the town of Livermore. Crane set
out the situation for him, and soon Kennett was having long meetings
with Russo and the others. They perspired, trembled, and even wept
openly as they related some of the things that had happened to them.
It was as if their world had collapsed around them. Nothing made sense
anymore.
Kennett knew that if he took any of these stories to a regular
psychiatrist, the diagnosis would be some kind of dissociative,
hallucinatory, or otherwise delusional experience. Even when two or
three people claimed to have shared a vision, it would almost
certainly be dismissed as folie a deux, or folie a trois. Such terms
were used to refer to rare group hallucinations, when one
hallucinating or delusional individual had such a dominant personality
that others came to believe they had seen or experienced the same
thing.
Kennett didn't rule out such explanations, but he seemed fairly
convinced that something else less pat and conventional was going on.
For one thing, Crane, Russo, and the others had no history of
involvement in the occult, and as far as Kennett could tell, their
emotional situations immediately prior to these visionary experiences
hadn't been particularly stressful or otherwise hallucinogenic.
Moreover, they all had top-secret security clearances, which had
required among other things that they be screened for psychological
disorders.
Then there was the very strange business of the metallic voice on the
audiotape. Among the few intelligible words it pronounced were two or
three together which Kennett recognized as the code name of a very
closely held government project. The project had nothing to do with
psychic research, and neither it nor its code name was known to Crane
or Russo or the others at Livermore. It was as if whoever or whatever
had produced the code name on the tape had known that Kennett would
soon arrive on the scene and had saved this special shiver down the
spine just for him.
Kennett, going by the book, reported the code name incident to the
security people at the CIA, muting the outlandish details only
slightly. The security people filed it away, and wondered if Dr.
Kennett might be getting a little too close to his subject matter.
The situation at Livermore eventually resolved itself, after Russo
complained about a telephone call from the strange metallic voice. The
voice demanded that the Livermore group cease its research activities
with Geller. The group did, and within a month, the bizarre
apparitions faded away.
One of the last such apparitions sprang itself upon a Livermore
physicist named Don Curtis and his wife. They were sitting in their
living room one evening, soberly, uneventfully, not talking about
Geller or the paranormal, when suddenly there was
this...arm ...hovering holographically in the middle of the room.
The arm was clothed as if it belonged to a man wearing a plain gray
suit. There was no bloody stump where it should have connected with a
shoulder. It merely faded into clear space. But at the end of the arm
where a hand should have been, there was no hand, only a hook. The
hooked arm twisted around for a few seconds in front of Curtis and his
wife, and then disappeared.
Curtis related the story to Kennett, and for some reason, it seemed to
push the CIA officer over the edge. He telephoned Hal Puthoff and
Russell Targ and demanded that they meet with him on their next trip
to Washington. He didn't quite believe that they could have cooked all
of this up, using their SRI lasers to make haunted-house holograms.
But he suspected that with their own ample experiences of Geller and
his associated phenomena, they would be able to shed some light on
what was happening.
Within a few days, Puthoff and Targ arrived in Washington for a
scheduled fund-raising tour of government offices. Kennett met them
shortly after they had arrived at their hotel, and though it was close
to midnight, he sat them down and told them the whole story, including
the story of the floating arm.
"And so the goddamn arm --" said Kennett, winding up his story. "The
thing was rotating, with this gray suit on, and it had a hook on it.
It was a false arm. What do you think of that?"
And as Kennett pronounced the word that, there was a sharp, heavy
pounding on the door to the hotel room, as if someone were intending
to knock it down. Kennett had a mischievous streak. Was he playing
some kind of practical joke here? Puthoff and Targ didn't think so.
The pounding was so loud, it was frightening. After a moment, Targ
went over to the window and hid behind the curtains. Puthoff stood
inside the bathroom. Kennett went over to the door and opened it.
Standing in the doorway was a man who at first glance was remarkable
only by his unremarkableness. He was nondescript and unthreatening,
somewhere in middle age. He walked past Kennett very slowly, with a
stiff gait, to the middle of the room, between the two beds. He turned
around, and said in an oddly stilted voice, "Oh! I guess...I
must...be...in...the wrong...room."
And with that he walked out, slowly, stiffly, giving all of them time
to see that one sleeve of his gray suit, pinned to his side, was
empty.
BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
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