Subject: Cloud busting and ant control
   Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2004 18:45:48 -0700 (PDT)
   From: Brian Chapman <****@****.ca>

 Charles H. Hapgood, *Voices of Spirit*. New York: Leisure Books, 1975,
 pp. 39-41.

 I read in the newspaper of people who claimed to be able to dissolve clouds by
 mental concentration.  The students were enthusiastic about this. Many students
 found they were able to dissolve clouds. One found he was able to cut the trail
 of a jet plane. Another found he could make clouds grow.  There were also
 experiments in influencing the weather; they seemed to us to work in a very
 rough way, but it was a difficult matter to prove.

 On one occasion I was visiting my friend, Ivan T. Sanderson, the naturalist,
 at his place in New Jersey. We were sitting outdoors with our drinks when the
 talk turned to dissolving clouds, and Sanderson asked me to demonstrate it.
 I had never tried to dissolve a cloud, and this put me on the spot. It would
 be humiliating to fail. He pointed to a large cloud low on the horizon and
 said, "Dissolve that!" I said it was too large, but I pointed to a small,
 clearly defined cloudlet of cirro-cumulus variety. I concentrated on it,
 willing it to disappear, ordering it to dissolve. For a minute or two nothing
 happened, and Ivan began to have a complacent grin on his face. Then we were
 able to look *through* the cloud, and then it was gone.

 "That might have been a coincidence," said Ivan. "Try another."  I tried two
 more, and they also disappeared.  Ivan and the other persons present were
 impressed, and I was impressed myself.

 The experiments with the plants and with the clouds had far-reaching
 philosophical implications.  They suggested that there are spiritual
 connections between men, plants and clouds as the Indians believed.
 That these connections extend also to the animal, or at least the
 insect world, was demonstrated by another development.

 I had an apartment in Keene and each spring my kitchen would be invaded by
 numbers of large black ants. It was disagreeable stepping on them, frying
 them with my eggs and finding them in the dish water. One day I sat looking
 at them and thinking I would have to get some ant poison. And then I said
 to myself, why not try communication? So instead I sat there and talked to
 them, stressing the vast dangers they ran in the invasion of my private
 domain, and asking them, *in their own interest*, to stay away, maintaining
 all the time a tone of affection for them.

 The next morning, as I prepared my breakfast, there seemed something subtly
 different about the place. Suddenly I realized what it was. There was not an
 ant in the kitchen! About two weeks later two ants wandered across the floor,
 but I surmised they were probably delinquents, or retarded individuals, and
 at various later periods when ants appeared I got rid of them easily in the
 same way.

 However, a friendly approach to the insects is essential. One woman complained
 that my method of ant control did not work. I asked her how she talked to them.
 She replied that she simply ordered them out of her kitchen, and in addition
 called them "dirty little communists!" They didn't leave; they actually
 increased in number.

 I said to her, "Don't you realize there is no insult like the truth? Ants
 *are* communists. And you should not express hostility to them or they will
 reply in kind!"

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