Undoubtedly many of you, dear readers, have heard of the old belief that you can determine someone’s opinion of you based on how long the flowers they give you live. If the flowers are given with love, they will live for a long time, if given with a neutral or negative attitude (given just because the situation demanded it), the flowers will quickly whither. In light of Cleve Backster’s experiments, this omen turns out to have a scientific basis: the flowers absorb and remember the thoughts of the person and react in kind. So a gifted bouquet of flowers can work as a real-life lie detector and maybe even better – mechanical instruments can still be fooled, but you can’t deceive flowers.
Backster also established that plants react if animals die nearby. For example, instruments registered a strong wave of emotion from plants if live shrimps were thrown into boiling water nearby. They reacted to the explosion of psychic energy that occurred at the moment of these sea creatures’ death.
Backster’s research was tested many times over by other scientists with the exact same results. In scientific literature there are many descriptions of experiments with snails. In one of these, performed in France, scientists took fifty snails, divided them into pairs and isolated the males from the females. They then sent all the “women” to America and the “men” remained, to be subjected to electric shocks. The result was stunning: at the exact moment that a “Parisian” received a shock, his “other half” in America twitched.
It’s also known that dogs separated from their owners are able to find them even if they are taken hundreds of miles from home. At the time of the experiments, the owners changed places of residence and the dogs returned not to the home but to the owner. This means that they caught onto and identified the waves of the owners’ minds and not the radiations of the residence. In January 1986 the newspaper Sovietskaya Rossiya reported a similar incident in America with a dog abandoned by its owner. He left New York and moved to a small town in California, almost two and a half thousand miles from his previous place of residence. The shepherd followed its owner’s trail and searched him out at the end of an eight month journey.
In Cleve Backster’s book are also described experiments regarding biocommunication between people.
Backster’s laboratory has been located in San Diego on the west coast of the United States since the ‘80s. One woman, who lived on the other coast of the US, came to visit her daughter in San Diego where she donated some white blood cells from a throat swab for experiments in Backster’s laboratory. After that the woman returned home. When Backster’s lab technicians learned that this donor’s daughter was having some slight troubles, they asked her to call her mother and relate these problems to her at the same time that the vial with the mother’s oral samples was connected to special equipment. During the daughter’s conversation with her mother the recording device noted a deviation at the exact moment when the daughter told her mother about her problems, to which the mother reacted in a worried fashion.
Backster performed similar experiments with different people of various ages. As these experiments show, the recording machine registers a deviation from the norm in the instance of mental activity in the donor which is caused by various life situations; distance was not a factor.
Cleve Backster proceeded exactly as demanded by traditional science: he performed experiments, repeating them many times under laboratory conditions, and registered the results of his experiments using mechanical instruments. And how did the scientific community react to this? Did they express admiration at the labor of a talented scientist? Did they bestow an honorary title on him? Nothing of the sort! For many long years, Cleve Backster fiercely and courageously fought with the fools of modern science, who refused to accept the discovery of biocommunication. The academic world en masse met Backster’s experiments with great skepticism and prejudice, while average people expressed their admiration for Backster’s discovery, the popularity of which rang all throughout America. Backster himself made appearances on television and radio programs, in the press, and even once gave a testimony before a commission of the US Congress. Backster everywhere staunchly defended his point of view. In the end the scientific world warmed up to these years of labor to understand biocommunication. And today nobody is surprised by discussion of the fact that in our world there exists a form of exchanging information and energy such as biocommunication.
We have so many of our own examples of biocommunication and the materiality of thoughts that just a description of them would consist of several fat tomes. But we will limit ourselves to just one story, told by one of the authors of this book.
Story of the Dagger
From 1975 to 1982 I served with departments of the naval prosecutor’s office and upon discharge from duty handed in my naval officer’s dagger. I admit that I dearly wanted to keep it in memory of my military service, but the law didn’t allow for this – the dagger was considered a deadly weapon, and average citizens were not allowed to own such things.
This story, fantastical for those who don’t know about psychic power and don’t believe in the Law of Attraction, takes place twenty years later. It begins in Moscow, where I traveled to visit a relative, Pyotr Bondar, also a retired officer, on his birthday. Among the guests were many of his comrades-in-arms, all, of course, with gifts. One of the gifts in particular attracted my attention; it was an officer’s dagger. I have to say that at this time the Soviet Union had already ceased to exist ten years ago and many of the former laws had stopped being observed. In the Moscow markets honorary decorations, medals and various military equipment was freely sold. I immediately remembered with what regret I had parted with my dagger during my youth, already so long ago, and suddenly wanted to find it again. Events were in my favor, my own birthday was in a week, and I requested a specific present – the same sort of dagger. My relative approved; I had taken away the problem of choosing a gift, which is always complex when you want to give something a person will truly appreciate rather than simply to mark an occasion.
“I’ll send it to you in a week,” Pyotr assured me. “I can’t come personally, but the dagger will surely come.”
I arrived home satisfied in Veliky Novgorod the next day, but on my birthday received from Moscow not a dagger but a telephone call with an apology.
“I was at the market yesterday, but there weren’t any sabers there,” reported Pyotr. “But you don’t need to worry, they promised me that they’ll bring one next week, so just be patient a little while.”
I felt upset; as they say, a spoon is dear when lunch is near (things are good when they come on time). Additionally, I had already gotten so used to the fact that my strongest desires were always fulfilled, that I began to think: why didn’t it materialize this time? What wasn’t done properly on my part? Maybe I didn’t desire it strongly enough? Or I allowed myself to doubt that my wish would undoubtedly come true? But I had even pounded a special decorative hook into the wall, on which to hang the dagger! In my thoughts it already hung on the wall, but the day had already given way to evening, and the dagger was not there. And if we employ sound reasoning, then we see that after the call from Moscow, the chances of receiving the desired gift weren’t just reduced, but became practically null. Only a miracle could change this situation. And that’s just what happened.
Day had already given way to evening when there was an unexpected knock at the door. I looked into the monitor of the intercom; on the doorstep stood a whole group of men and women, among whom, to my surprise, I recognized students of our School of Business. I was amazed not by the fact that students had come without invitation to wish their teacher a happy birthday – such surprises are fully acceptable and even welcome – I was struck by the appearance of these particular students in Novgorod. They were all part of the group from the Urals branch of the School! The same Urals branch that was located in Chelyabinsk, almost 1,500 miles from