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Running from Safety
THINKING ALLOWED Conversations On The Leading Edge Of Knowledge and Discovery With Dr. Jeffrey Mishlove COPYRIGHT (C) 1998 THINKING ALLOWED PRODUCTIONS Reprinted with permission from Thinking Allowed Productions JEFFREY MISHLOVE, Ph.D.: Hello and welcome. I'm Jeffrey Mishlove. Today we are going to explore the "Adventures of the Spirit." With me is noted author Richard Bach, author of Jonathan Livingston Seagull, Bridge Across Forever, One, Illusions, and most recently, Running from Safety. Welcome, Richard. RICHARD BACH: Thank you, Jeffrey. A delight to be here. MISHLOVE: It's a pleasure to be with you. It truly is. BACH: Thank you. MISHLOVE: We were talking just a few moments ago about the distinction between fiction and nonfiction, and particularly in your writings it's interesting. BACH: Isn't it terrible
that books have to be split? Someone please define what is fiction and
what is nonfiction. In the world of imagination there are so many
MISHLOVE: You have
discovered a gold mine in your writing. You move through time; you move
through multiple dimensions. It gives me a sense that your
BACH: That's fascinating.
To me, there is so much. If I look back now, on the last 20 years of my
life, and say, "Richard, what have you been doing?" What I've
And it translates
in so many ways that are so fascinating -- that we gauge the quality of
the friends we have by their ideas; we are attracted to certain ideas and
repelled by others. Are those things fiction or are they nonfiction? I
no longer care. Tell me what's going on in your mind; tell me what's going
on in your heart, and I will feel the
MISHLOVE: One of my
big interests is psychic research, and I know you've had an interest in
this field and have been involved even in laboratory experiments
BACH: Yes. For years
and years. I believe that we are creatures not of bodies. I think we are
expressions of life, we are expressions of spirit, and that we are not
MISHLOVE: Can you talk about that a little? BACH: He had some fascinating tests years ago, in remote viewing. MISHLOVE: This was at SRI International -- a big military-industrial think tank in Menlo Park, California. BACH: That's right. He said, "Richard, next time you're on the West Coast, stop by, please." I did, and I walked into this room, and they shut the door behind me and they closed the blinds. I said, "What's going on here?" "A fellow experimenter, Hal Puthoff, is somewhere in the Bay Area. You have no idea where. Now just relax, Richard, and tell us where he is. Describe, what is he looking at this minute?" "Wha... what do I do? Do I open my eyes? Do I close my eyes? What am I supposed to do?" "If you want to leave your eyes open, that's fine." So I closed my eyes, I opened them again, I said, "Russell, I'm making it up." He said, "That's right. You're making it up. Tell us what you make up." And I saw, as I closed and said, "He wants me to do this. I will do it. It will be fun. And I can't be hurt. This is not an electrical chair." So when I closed my eyes I saw Hal Puthoff walking into a tiny little building, and as he walked into the building, it was a travel agency. There was a counter; there was a map behind the counter, and there was some large company logo on the wall. And I was saying this into Russell's tape recorder: "It's a city map, Russell." Russell said, "Don't call it a map. If it is a complex, if it's a maze of lines, call it a maze of lines. It be a maze of lines but not a map." "All right, so it's --" MISHLOVE: Watch out for the intellectual overlay. BACH: Exactly right.
"And don't call it travel agency." "All right, all right. Well, this is
what I see." And then I reached a point where it just stopped. I said,
Presently Hal Puthoff
knocked on the door, walked in, and Russell, instead of saying, "Where
were you?" played the tape. Hal listened to it, and every once in a while
he'd say, "Hm!" And here I'm just a bundle of knots, saying,
It was not a map of the city, but it was a complex line. The company logo was not a company logo, it was a cross, a giant cross. Up at the ceiling, stained glass -- blue and green, not electric. And I could just feel, whether it was the blood draining from my face, or electrical shiverings going through me -- as you said, had I tried to intellectualize, to label what these things were, I couldn't have done it. And the company logo; I had to laugh! What kind of playful part of me has these wonderful capacities? Is it attached to us like a balloon by a string to a child? Does it come with us wherever we go? Does it have this power, and we don't feel it because we never ask? That was really the first time that I recognized that, for me, I said "Yes!" -- exclamation point -- "I want to get to know that part of me that's not trapped in my body." Part 1 of 3 parts
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