When in the thick of something that serious, I find myself operating in a way where I am connecting to multiple levels at once. It's very intellectual, and there's a lot of specific scientific knowledge to call on. There are many physical, material things to do and a lot of management deci- sions to be made.
Part of it is the compassion, but there is also a fierce, unrelenting determination to help that person. The nurses would tell me that if any- thing happened to one of their loved ones, they'd want me to be the doc on call. It didn't necessarily come across as compassion, but that's where I was operating from. Good God, emergency situations are intense - we are not sitting around swinging crystals and counting prayer beads!
If a doctor got in there and didn't know what he was doing, in my quest to protect life I would physically remove him and say, "Out. You're killing this person. I'm taking over." So part of me is very alpha male.
I was awake on these other levels as well. See, I wasn't shut off. If I got an intuitive image or some sort of a clear view of something, even though it was coming out of a non-"scientific" intuition, I would not rule it out. I would be open to the possibility that I needed to pursue it.
It gave me an edge in situations where I really shouldn't have "known" to get the CAT scan for the brain tumor. I should not have known to treat that person like he had a ruptured aorta, because it was not typical or clear enough. I would catch things earlier, or find hidden problems because I was connected to this non-local, expanded and intuitive Spirit that is within all of us and within all things. It is a very interesting dynamic and very nuanced.
Before I started CSETI, I was in my bedroom one afternoon, sitting on the side of my bed. Suddenly, I got what I call an override, an image. Again, it's like a screen within a screen. You don't lose consciousness or your view of the 'real world', but you also see very clearly, in full color, another scene or place.
In an instantaneous packet of information, I saw Air Force One either landing or taking off from Colombia, South America. It was hit by a shoulder-held, surface-to-air missile that was fired by rogue elements within the Colombian defense forces that were on the payroll of the drug cartels. They were going to kill the first President Bush when he was vis- iting there. I saw the facility, the landing strip. I saw the grass around the field. I saw the woods on the edge of it and precisely where the missile came out. It was catastrophic — the President was killed. "God," I asked, "What in the world am I suppose to do with this information?"
I prayed for guidance. The dream lay heavily on my mind.
Weeks later, Emily and I went to Washington for a medical meeting. That night, I had a dream. In this dream, I was with Barbara Bush, and she was all dressed in black and getting out of a black limousine, and we were at the funeral of the President, George Bush. I thought, "Oh, my God. He really is dead." An enormous heaviness came upon me; "This should have been prevented."
I awoke in a cold sweat and turned to Emily, telling her my night- mare.
Emily is my closest friend, companion and soul-mate, and I tell her everything! I asked, "What am I going to do? Call the White House and Secret Service and tell them about this?"
"Well, why not?" she asked. We continued to discuss it all day and that next evening, we got out the phone book and looked up the number for the White House. Below was a number for the Secret Service. We were amazed it was actually in the phone book!
I called the number and I said, "My name is Dr. Steven Greer, and I'm an emergency doctor." I apologize, "I know this is going to sound completely crazy, but I had a very clear image of an assassination attempt on the President. And it's serious." The first person I talked to said, "Hold on, sir. I'll forward your call." And there was a long silence, I knew they were putting me into some supercomputer database. Then, the chief of the protective detail for the President, at the White House with the Secret Service picked up the line.
I started to apologize again and he said, "Sir, we take this sort of information very seriously" I assured him, "You know, I've never done any- thing like this. I don't cry wolf. I met my wife in a lucid dream; I have this ability to see things in the future that come to pass. This happens spontaneously when it needs to." He was very serious and attentive and said, "Just tell me everything." So I explained, "In my dream, the President is going down to Colombia; either on take-off or landing, Air Force One is hit." I described everything -- that it's an inside job and it is Colombian defense people who betray the security detail and are act- ing on behalf of these people who run the drug cartels.
The Secret Service agent said, "What do we need to do to avoid this?" I said, "Well, if you can't get the President to cancel the trip, you need to, at the last minute, change where Air Force One lands. You need to be sure that everyone within striking distance of a shoulder-held missile is connected to your people and not Colombian. And you need to sweep the area that far out. He said, "We'll do it."
Weeks later, in "Newsweek" I read an article that said that, in fact, a contract for $5 million had been put out on the life of President Bush and that arms merchants in the Middle East, including Israel, had sold the drug cartels in Colombia shoulder-held missiles! This article, which came out AFTER my vision, stated that advisors to the President were asking him to cancel this trip.
It turns out, of course, he did take the trip and he wasn't killed. I was told years later by a very high intelligence official -- and also a Secret Service Agent -that what I had said, was taken to heart, and they did make security changes. I doubt President Bush ever knew anything about it.
That's when I learned that, in fact, there were some very smart and good people in the intelligence community and in the Secret Service who understand the power of consciousness. They clearly respect this type of ability.
I tell people: Don't be afraid of your convictions—trust them. Sometimes you have to go out on a limb. I certainly took a flyer when I made a cold call to the White House Secret Service and told them this story. But I also think this episode built credibility in these covert circles, because they knew that what I was saying was accurate information.
After calling the Secret Service, that night I had another very lucid dream. Except this time I was with Barbara Bush and we were all dressed in white, and riding white horses, and everything was light and very happy. It was clear to me then that the President would be safe.
I think many people receive important information in unconventional ways, but it's just not talked about. We need to make it okay to talk about these things. We need to make it okay to bring this sort of discus- sion in without the fear of ridicule or the opprobrium of our peers. We can do that by the dynamic force of our example- by walking the talk.
CHAPTER 10
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Tone of Creation
In 1990, after being, in medical training and practice for a while, I had a series of events happen that suddenly brought me back to the experiences of the late 1970s. This is the story of how CSETI got started. On the full moons of January, February, and March of 1990,1 had some real- ly extraordinary experiences, that awakened in me the contact of many years before
The first one happened when I was in our bedroom of our home in Biltmore Forest. I was walking around in the bedroom getting undressed. All of a sudden, very clearly, a thought was projected or came to me that said, "Pick up that which you have dropped." It wasn't in a pejorative or accusatory way at all. It was a reminder to just pick up that which I had not been doing for a while. It was time.
It was very specific - almost like a code phrase that opened up an entire universe of knowledge. It's hard to explain in words. But I knew what it meant. I knew exactly what it meant. So I immediately connect- ed to universal consciousness, to the whole concept of universal peace and to the extraterrestrial presence. And I thought, "Well, I guess its time..." And I started wondering what I was supposed to do with this sort of instruction?