[James Casbolt]

It was at the underground 'city' below Salisbury Plain that I witnessed the bio-warfare tests in the middle of 2006. I accurately described the two office like buildings underground next to each other with military vechicles parked in between the two buildings. One of the bio-warfare tests happened in the building on the left. Vacuum packed body parts were being sent deeper underground in this building ( rad containment machines were used to send this material deeper underground- like the plastic or glass containment boxes when you put your two hands the holes and use the 'gloves' to handle the material inside )
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I'm penetrating one of the tunnels . . . it's well-lit, quite warm, but it still seems strange, vacant, sort of eerie . . .' Then: '. . . I'm coming out of the tunnel . . . it seems to come out in some kind of sealed area; with guards, smoking . . .'

Smoking?

`One of the guards is smoking a cigarette . . .'

In the tunnel?

`No. In the street. There's a street with a pavement . . . the guards are on the pavement.'

Are you still underground?

`Oh, yes, quite definitely . . . I think I'm down on a deeper level, though.'

Describe the guards.

`Military . . . soldiers . . . black uniforms with berets . . .'

Are they the same kind of soldiers you saw before?

`I think so, yes.'

Can you see what they are guarding?

`I can see what looks like the entrance to a big warehouse kind of place, a factory, or a laboratory . . . I can see inside . . . so clean . . . very clean areas with people in white coats and overalls, all working . . .'

What are they doing? How are they working?

`In groups, some on their own. And there are benches . . .'

What about the textures?

`Harsh . . . hard . . . steel and chrome . . . and glass . . . I can sense glass, or perspex, or something of that nature. Glass containers . . . and I can see people bending over benches, chrome and wood, some standing, some on stools. It's all very stern . . .'

Stern?

`The atmosphere, yes. Stern, oppressive, like an over- bearing air of authority . . . it looks like a normal laboratory situation but it all feels so very heavy, oppressive, you know, almost like the atmosphere of a very strict schoolroom, a very tight regime . . . there is real fear here . . .'

Can you say something more about the glass? You said you could sense glass, or perspex, and you mentioned glass containers . . . A moment, then:

`Bottles . . . glass bottles, jars . . . and tanks . . . glass tanks. Tltere are glass jars with ahhh . . . with what look like cultures growing in them, and tanks lined up against a wall . . . blue . . .'

Blue?

`. . . Like a blue liquid with forms or specimens suspended in them, like a laboratory, you know, specimens, preserved in blue liquid . . . is it blue? . . . oh, my God, they're like . . . well, they're like human forms, biological forms or specimens . . . aliens or hybrids or something engineered, something made, you know, genetically. They look sort of human . . . but, well, they're so ugly, grotesque things . . . Jesus . . . I can't look at them any longer . . .'

Q shivered, slowly shook his head and opened his eyes.
`I think I'm done,' he said, and rubbed the horrors from his eyes with the heels of his hands. While I was burning up inside with the desire to know more about this underground laboratory, it was of course Q's mental and emotional health that demanded priority. By the time he'd completed several hours' remote viewing (on several separate, intense occasions) he seemed very drained, disturbed, less keen to revisit the nightmarish netherworld simmering beneath Salisbury Plain than at first he had been. It was clearly time to call a halt. I was not disappointed. He had, after all, more than satisfied any expectations I might have had prior to conducting the experiment. Although he hadn't found any crashed and recovered alien spacecraft, nor indeed any other substantive signs of acquired alien technology, he had nonetheless remotely viewed what appeared to be a deep-underground facility (complete with `human forms, biological forms or specimens . . . aliens or hybrids or something engineered' suspended in `blue liquid' in `glass tanks') at the location described by the coordinates I'd given him.