My apologies for taking so long to respond, Rebel, was attempting to reach the owner of said recovery to obtain permission to make their story public. It is a matter of personal integrity for me, to always obtain permission before publishing any information shared with me privately. To that effect, I was able to receive permission to relate the story, but not reveal the names of the individuals involved, nor any photographs or facsimiles of the drawing itself or the recovered items. The drawing would have been a bonus, but I understand and respect their request for privacy. So with these constraints, and condensing to save space, I will relate the story as it was revealed to me and my participation in it.
The owner of the object locked away in a bedside nightstand, was the descendant of a well respected pioneer of Texas who had immigrated to the U.S. from Germany. In his personal effects, that had been distributed among his heirs at his passing, was a unique and highly decorated key. It might have been discarded, as no item was ever found to unlock with it, but a granddaughter found it interesting and beautiful with its intricate designs and kept it as a memento of the man who had taught her to dance as a small child, her feet firmly planted atop his own.
The story of this key may have ended here but for a chance meeting of this granddaughter with a lady psychic at a private party for a friend. Upon learning of her abilities, the granddaughter asked if she communicated with the deceased. Of course she did, and at the entertainment of all the assembled party attendees she proceeded to attempt communication with the aforementioned Texas Pioneer. The granddaughter's question for her grandfather was pertaining to the key. What did it open? After much meditation the psychic spoke in a monotone, " My child, there is one story I left untold, of Crown and Cross and Holy Gold, by this sign you will find what you seek, but of its design you must never speak. Drenched in the blood of Innocents, to which neither Royal Nod nor Smoking Censure gave recompense. Only by fire can the gold be purified for use, and to this I recommend you ". The psychic then closed her eyes, and drew a sign upon the tablecloth. And upon coming out of her trance, promptly fainted.
Spooky stuff, and perfect party entertainment wouldn't you say? Lol
But the words stuck with this young lady into her middle years, where she related the story to me. She still retained the key, now locked away in a bedside nightstand with other mementos from her younger years. I asked her if she believed the tale, and she emphatically replied Yes. You see, that sign the woman had drawn on the tablecloth was also carved upon the man's headstone. A little fact she had not revealed at the time of said communication. But she had never been able to decipher the meaning of his words and had long ago given up hope for further elucidation.
I then asked her if she was familiar with the term Remote Viewing. I explained the concept to her, and she agreed to give it a try. Together, we contacted a friend of mine who had shown such ability, and she sent him a photograph of the nightstand, not revealing the contents, as a test. The results were so strange it still boggles my mind how the rest played out.
Of course, we were expecting him to find the key hidden inside, as that would be the conclusive proof we were looking for. Instead, he sent her a detailed drawing of a woman standing beside a desk, a drawer removed and sitting on top. Failure, or so we thought at first. Upon examining the drawing closer, we saw that the drawer had the same sign as the headstone carved upon it. Suddenly, she jumped up and proclaimed " That's my Aunt's desk! ". As you have no doubt already guessed, the desk had originally belonged to her grandfather, and upon a thorough examination, a hidden compartment lay behind the drawer with the carved design.
On it was a lock into which her key fit precisely.
In it were 3 gold bars bearing an amazing mark. The Crown and the Cross.
I don't know who was more astonished, she or me! Suddenly her aunt gave a gasp and, turning, we found her standing across the room, holding one hand to her chest with the Viewer's drawing in the other. " Look at this! ", motioning to me. I crossed the room and joined her, looking from the drawing to the granddaughter standing beside the desk. It was a perfect depiction.
This was what the Remote Viewer had seen and drawn.
Now you see why I am a believer. True story.
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