Review by KEN KORCZAK
I can’t remember a recent time when I was as delighted as I was when reading Chapter 2 of INGO SWANN’S often intelligent but mostly loony and squirrelly self-published book, PENETRATION. (GET THE FREE EBOOK HERE)
Swann is probably world famous for being “the father of remote viewing,” a method once adopted by the CIA as part of its deep black project to create a team of psychic spies during the Cold War.
Swann’s journey into the world of the bizarre began when he volunteered in 1971 to be a human guinea pig for an ESP research project at the Stanford Research Institute. He expected to be “used and tossed aside” after just a few weeks of being tested for telepathic ability. But apparently Swann displayed some genuine PSI moxy, and so was launched into a life-long journey that drew him into the frightening, clandestine world of CIA operatives, UFO research, conspiracy theories, and more.
Let me just say that the vast majority of this book is absolute baloney, specifically the many pages Swann uses to discuss his theory about a hidden agenda to keep the general public ignorant of alien activity on the moon, and his belief that the moon actually is a world with free-standing water, vegetation and a significant atmosphere. This is such unsupportable nonsense I am going to pass over it completely in this review.
Chapter 2 is what I want to talk about because it is not only amazing fun, but also strangely tantalizing and intriguing. Here Swann tells the tale of a time we was contacted by a “highly-placed functionary in Washington D.C.” who told him to expect a phone call from a mysterious individual. Swann was to “do whatever he asked, and to ask no questions.” Although he was nervous and fearful, Swann agreed to take the man’s call.
But the call didn’t come until four weeks later – and it came at three in the morning, jolting Swann out of his sleep. Then a series of events followed that could be taken straight from a Hollywood spy movie: Swann was ordered to go to the Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C. He was met there by two contacts who whisked him away in a car, put a hood over his head, flew him by helicopter to an unknown location, where he entered a building with an elevator that took him deep underground (or so it seemed to him).
In a small room in this underground base, Swann is then asked to use his remote viewing skills to probe certain coordinates on Earth’s moon. Swann is stunned when his psionic mind perceptions reveal to him a robust alien operation of some sort on the moon, complete with large building structures and humanoid aliens who appear to be engaged in a mining operation.
What’s odd is that the spies seem to already know about the alien moon base. The spooks pay Swann $1,000 a day, and after two or three days, send him home with dire warning to say absolutely nothing of the whole adventure for 10 years.
Did it really happen? Famous skeptic and debunkers, such as James Randi and others, have called Swann “the cleverest of the clever” when it comes to faking paranormal abilities. But the skeptics also tend to be close-minded to a fault. For me, reading Swann’s account of his encounters with the “spookiest spooks” has a tantalizing ring of truth – and yet – it is extremely difficult for me to ignore what clearly seems to be a homoerotic fantasy.
* The title of this book is “Penetration.” Any Freudian worth his salt would have a field day with the sexually charged and suggestive nature of this word.
* The “handlers” who meet Swann at the Washington museum are two men who appear to be twins and who are extremely handsome. Swann describes them as looking like “fashion models” and also as “tallish,” and “hunky.” He said they had “burning green eyes.”
* Later when at the underground base, Swann is allowed some R&R time between his remote viewing work — and lo! — he gets to spend this time in a gym and pool with his two hunky body guards.
* During his work out with the gorgeous twins, Swann notes that when they take their shirts off they are, in his words, “built like brick shit houses.” He also says he “could not help but notice” the bulges in their shorts which reveal that one of the twins was more well-endowed than the other, making him muse that perhaps they were not twins after all.
* Then, back at his remote viewing work, Swann is able to receive psionic visions of humanoid aliens working on the moon. And guess what? Well, by golly, they just happen to be not only “all males” but all males that are naked! Or as Ingo described them – “they were butt naked.”
* I should also mention that when Swann was waiting to be picked up at the museum in Washington, he was keen to view some large specimens of minerals and crystals on display there, one of which was “three feet long” and “egg-sized precious gems” the like of which he says had “turned him on for years.”
Now the question for those of you who may know anything about Ingo Swann is this: Is he gay? Yes, it seems that Mr. Swann is gay – at the very least, that’s how many others have described him after meeting him or when discussing his adventures.
So here we have a perfectly nice, obviously highly intelligent guy, who happens to have tested well in ESP ability by top scientists at Stanford, who happens to be gay, who has an amazing story to tell about interaction with agents of the supreme deep cover variety – yet, the scenario is replete with homoerotic elements.
What does it all mean? Hmmmmmm. Who knows.
The tone of the other chapters changes abruptly when Swann discusses his moon theories, and when he offers his examination of how the human race seems easily prone to be manipulated en masse because of a persistent “mob mentality” and what he calls the “phase-locking” of the public consciousness into preconceived notions about reality. This latter discussion has great merit and it proves to me that Swann is, if not an advanced thinker, a person who thinks outside the box and in creative ways that few others can.
Penetration was rejected by every publisher Swann submitted it to – which he blames on a conspiracy of some elite hierarchy to suppress the kinds of things he is talking about. Okay – whatever – but despite the conspiratorial paranoia which underlies everything he writes, this book is more than worth a read – it’s a pure bat-nutty delight.
Ken Korczak is the author of: THE FAIRY REDEMPTION OF JUBAL CRANCH
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