Ingo Swann was one of the big names in the development of remote viewing. One of the characters in the movie version of The Men who Stare at Goats is based on him, and he did actually work with the American government on bizarre military projects attempting to harness psychic power.
Penetration: The Question of Extraterrestrial and Human Telepathy – Ingo Swann
This book, published in 1998, tells of how Ingo was approached by a weirdo named “Axelrod” in the early 1970s to work on a top secret project. Axelrod may have been a US government agent, a Russian spy or maybe even an alien. If I remember correctly, Ingo drew Axelrod’s attention by boasting of visiting Jupiter with his mind. Anyways, once he agreed to join the project, Ingo was kidnapped by a weird set of twins (possibly clones or aliens) and taken to a secret location. Then Axelrod gave him some coordinates on the dark side of the moon and Ingo visited them (in his mind). There were aliens up there, and they were able to see Ingo even though his body was actually on Earth. Ingo came back pretty quickly once he had been spotted.
After this, Ingo went home and got back to work. This was the kind of thing that happened to him regularly, and he actually completely forgot about it until he saw a really sexy lady in a grocery store a few years later. He walked closer to her to get a better look at her boobs (really), and then saw the weird twins that had kidnapped him for Axelrod a few years prior. Once he saw them, he realised that the sexy lady was actually an alien, so he ran away.
He was contacted by Axelrod shortly after, and they arranged to meet up again. Axelrod flew him up to Alaska to show him a UFO. The UFO almost killed them with a death-ray, but they hid behind a rock and managed to escape.
The rest of the book presents Swann’s arguments for the moon being an alien spaceship. Ever wonder why we stopped going there in the early 70s? It’s because NASA knows it’s full of aliens. There’s a lot of nonsense about government cover-ups and conspiracies. They don’t want us to know the moon is full of aliens, and they really, really don’t want us to know that we all have psychic powers.
This is stupid garbage. The bullshit story at the beginning was moderately entertaining, but the spew at the end was pure diarrhea. It’s sad to think that there’s twats out there who take this kind of crap seriously. I wouldn’t normally allow myself to read a book about remote viewing, but the cover and title of this one made it hard to resist. Not only does the book fail to keep the promises made by the cover image and titillating title, but it also completely fails to answer the question that makes up the subtitle of the book. The notion of telepathy between extraterrestrials and human is barely touched upon. Swann wrote another book on “psychic sexuality” that I considered reading for a laugh, but I don’t think I’ll bother.
Nocturnal Revelries 
You mention Jupiter. This is completely irrelevant, but my great great great grandfather was an eccentric astronomer who built a clock by hand that accurately showed the movements of the moons of Jupiter. His name was James Scott, known as the Selkirk Mason-astronomer, and his amazing creations were nearly all destroyed by the local authority he left them to through their stupidity.
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No offense, but is this supposed to be a quality review of the book? You mention some basic stuff about it, include one or two interesting bits from the book, then conclude it’s garbage, mostly based no real reasons given, other than your seeming disagreement with the topics at hand and expressed anger about them?
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It’s supposed to be my thoughts on a book that I read. If you want “quality reviews” you should definitely look elsewhere. I don’t know where you’re seeing the anger in my post. I certainly didn’t feel any over this book. Why are you so upset? Was Ingo your dad?
If you believe in remote viewing so strongly, you should astrally project yourself into my bathroom in about 5 minutes. I guarantee you’ll like what you see.
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