|A former member||
It was a wintery Sunday afternoon in Nevada's high desert when eight remote viewers strolled into a small
Vietnamese restaurant to have a bite to eat and do a little matrix surfing. The other restaurant patrons went about
their afternoon meal as usual that day, completely unaware of the goings on in the 'back room' behind Pho Mein's
mysterious red curtain. It was there where the 'Eight' worked their magic.
Attached is a photo record of the event