The atmosphere in the room shifted, growing heavier. They both knew they were playing a dangerous game. During their travels, they had been followed by grim men in gray trench coats. Their hotel rooms had been searched, and several of their local contacts had suddenly become unavailable or outright terrified to speak to them. They had carried their notes across borders hidden in the linings of their suitcases and encoded in innocuous-looking travel journals.
Years later, Sheila and Lynn would sit in that same apartment, looking at a newer, much neater stack of letters from readers all over the world. They had started a global conversation and forced the military-industrial complex to take the invisible realms of the mind seriously. Sheila Ostrander, Lynn Schroeder - Psychic Disc...
Sheila tapped a translated file from a laboratory in Leningrad. "But this is what terrifies me. This is what the CIA is going to ignore until it's too late. The research into long-distance telepathic hypnosis. They aren't just trying to read minds, Lynn. They are trying to control them from thousands of miles away." The atmosphere in the room shifted, growing heavier
Armed with press credentials, boundless curiosity, and a healthy dose of nerve, the two women had navigated the labyrinthine bureaucracy of the Eastern Bloc. They had visited hidden laboratories in Moscow, Leningrad, Prague, and Sofia. They had sat in cramped offices with chain-smoking scientists who looked more like gray accountants than pioneers of the impossible. And what they found had shaken them to their core. Their hotel rooms had been searched, and several
Sheila looked at the mountain of papers. It was a monumental task. They would have to synthesize quantum physics, biology, psychology, and the raw, unrefined data of psychic testing into a narrative that the public could understand and that scientists couldn't easily dismiss.