I have some experience with this. Back in the early 1970s, my siblings, my mother and I took classes in Psycho Cybernetics, Silva Mind Control, and Universal Communications. My mother was an avid reader who was interested in expanding the possibilities of our minds. Although I was a bored teenager who did not enjoy attending these classes, I do have to admit that I learned some useful tools that have served me my whole life.

The classes utilized meditation, wearing a brain-wave machine to control what level of consciousness we were in, utilizing imagery as a form of creating future success, short and long-term memorization skills, reframing the negative to the positive to improve our lives, and opening up ourselves to the belief of the power of our natural, God-given talents.

One exercise was to visualize looking inside our bodies (or other peoples bodies) with our mind and then 'cleanse' or 'heal' whatever we perceived was wrong. After a number of sessions, they would test us to see if we could 'see' what was wrong with someone that they had a confirmed diagnosis of. They'd say, "We have a man, John Smith who is feeling pain in his back. What do you see?"

And then we'd literally guess with the first thing that came to mind. The strange thing was I was always right, patient after patient. The instructors got all excited and tested my 'visions' for patients who had an ailment but had not yet learned the cause. I would tell them what I saw and they madly scribbled it down. It all felt like B.S. and I felt like a fraud.

A year later, I was offered a ride on a motorcycle with a friend and after a few minutes told him to stop and got off and wouldn't ride again. I felt very bad vibes. He ended up wrecking the bike that day (unhurt) and years later was hit in an intersection (not his fault) and was declared dead, but was resuscitated and lived many more years.

Two years later I turned down a ride on a small airplane (felt off) and I later learned that months later, the pilot had crashed his small plane and died.

In my mid-20's a famous psychic told me I was a very old soul and had lived many lives and should always trust my intuition and to not ask why I knew these things, but to trust they were based on lifetimes of experience. I am a praying person and am the furthest thing from the occult.

5 years after that, I turned down a ride on a helicopter with a military pilot. The next day the front page of our local newspaper had a picture of him walking away from his downed copter which had crashed hours after I had spoken to him.

Many years after that, a student at my daughter's university went missing from a fraternity party one night. As soon as I heard he had gone missing, I opened up a Google map of the university grounds and scanned where he was last seen. I then told my daughter he was dead and would be found 'right there' in the water of a nearby man-made lake. She admonished me for saying that he was dead. The whole school went out walking the campus and surrounding areas for days trying to find him. Three days later he was found at that exact spot. His body had been submerged and finally surfaced.

I have thought about training in remote viewing, but have not pursued this yet.

I have some experience with this. Back in the early 1970s, my siblings, my mother and I took classes in Psycho Cybernetics, Silva Mind Control, and Universal Communications. My mother was an avid reader who was interested in expanding the possibilities of our minds. Although I was a bored teenager who did not enjoy attending these classes, I do have to admit that I learned some useful tools that have served me my whole life.

The classes utilized meditation, wearing a brain-wave machine to control what level of consciousness we were in, utilizing imagery as a form of creating future success, short and long-term memorization skills, reframing the negative to the positive to improve our lives, and opening up ourselves to the belief of the power of our natural, God-given talents.

One exercise was to visualize looking inside our bodies (or other peoples bodies) with our mind and then 'cleanse' or 'heal' whatever we perceived was wrong. After a number of sessions, they would test us to see if we could 'see' what was wrong with someone that they had a confirmed diagnosis of. They'd say, "We have a man, John Smith who is feeling pain in his back. What do you see?"

And then we'd literally guess with the first thing that came to mind. The strange thing was I was always right, patient after patient. The instructors got all excited and tested my 'visions' for patients who had an ailment but had not yet learned the cause. I would tell them what I saw and they madly scribbled it down. It all felt like B.S. and I felt like a fraud.

A year later, I was offered a ride on a motorcycle with a friend and after a few minutes told him to stop and got off and wouldn't ride again. I felt very bad vibes. He ended up wrecking the bike that day (unhurt) and years later was hit in an intersection (not his fault) and was declared dead, but was resuscitated and lived many more years.

Two years later I turned down a ride on a small airplane (felt off) and I later learned that months later, the pilot had crashed his small plane and died.

In my mid-20's a famous psychic told me I was a very old soul and had lived many lives and should always trust my intuition and to not ask why I knew these things, but to trust they were based on lifetimes of experience. I am a praying person and am the furthest thing from the occult.

5 years after that, I turned down a ride on a helicopter with a military pilot. The next day the front page of our local newspaper had a picture of him walking away from his downed copter which had crashed hours after I had spoken to him.

Many years after that, I student at my daughter's university went missed from a fraternity party one night. As soon as I heard he had gone missing, I opened up a Google map of the university grounds and scanned where he was last seen. I then told my daughter he was dead and would be found 'right there' in the water of a nearby man-made lake. She admonished me for saying that he was dead. The whole school went out walking the campus and surrounding areas for days trying to find him. Three days later he was found at that exact spot. His body had been submerged and finally surfaced.

I have thought about training in remote viewing, but have not pursued this yet.