It struck me that if we combined our efforts to do a partnered exploration/retrieval tonight or tomorrow for those killed in their youth/prime by the senseless murder, that we might be of help - as a group.  32 people murdered, and then the gunmen was a suicide.

Perhaps we could meditate on the building and see what went from there.......


Anyone up for it?


Matthew

Good idea, Matthew.

I'll participate.  Shall we go at a particular time or just be on our own?

Bets

This is a photo of the hall where the killings occurred;

http://www1.umn.edu/twincities/maps/OakRamp/photo.jpg

I propose we meditate on this tomorrow at 10 PM Eastern Standard time, and attempt to retrieve any who come through...


M

I'll participate too.

Tim

Greetings,

A little after 10 pm I asked Guidance if I could do this and it was confirmed.
Shortly I sensed a lifting and brief forward movement. I started to ask a couple of questions but was told not to, then quickly a sense of the campus buildings in darkness, and the words 'His name is Joe. Begin now.' The voice did not seem as warm as sometimes, more grim.

I glimpsed Joe standing, hiding between two walls, a narrow space, perhaps a maintenance closet because I think I saw a bucket and other objects hanging there; light was very dim. His wounds were not visible but I assumed he needed retrieving, else why would I be there.

He was very afraid and pulled into himself. I told him it was all over and tried to project a reassuring voice through this mental communication, but he was not convinced for awhile. I started to tell him that many students had already moved on to a more loving place where he could go too, but Guidance interrupted me, saying 'don't say students.' I took a moment to reassess my sense of his age, thinking perhaps he was faculty or staff, but he still seemed in his early twenties. Corrections from guidance were about to get me into a second-guessing kind of quandry, which interrupts the flow of energy, and I knew I didn't want that.
'Would you like to leave here, Joe? Would you like to go where there are those who love you?' Finally some tension left his stance and he came out of the tight space. 'Joe, they will come for you surrounded by light, just above the horizon,' and we both looked out across some open area with low buildings beyond.

At this point I heard some noise at home and knew I could be interrupted soon, so a pang of desparation shot out from me hopefully toward Helpers and not toward Joe. He mumbled something about seeing the light, so I quickly asked him to move toward it, to pretend he could just lift off up to it like in basketball, and I'm afraid I gave his shoulder a bit of a push. I could feel his energy rise away from me at the same time my attention was brought back to my room then I landed back home, the quickest return I've had from a retrieval.

This morning I checked the victim list and do not yet see a Joe. Perhaps it is a nickname based on a middle name or will be listed later. In a night or two I'll try another retrieval.

Bets

Quote:

This morning I checked the victim list and do not yet see a Joe.

The shooter's name was Cho(e) (spell?). Does his description or mannerisms fit? It seems he was very unsociable.

Traveler,

I glimpsed this as through a fog but I thought this person's face was squarer than Cho's. It wasn't on my mind, just to help. When I say Cho and Joe I hear a difference, like choke and joke. I'm still checking the victim list---2 fellows have J as a middle initial.

Bets

I relaxed and imagined myself in the school.  I had seen a picture of a boy named Jarrett, and tried to contact him.  Not sure I got any results.  I then had the impression of a girl crying, and she said her name was Caitlynn or something similar.  I have to check the list.  I felt too out of it to communicate as clearly as I wanted to, so I just told her there was nothing to be fearful of, that the shooting was over with, and that she needed to find the light and continue on.  It was not a very satisfying experience, certainly not a confirmed retrieval.

I got the distinct impression that there were others there, and that the best way to reach them would be to appear as a student.  So on my next meditation, I will don a backpack and jeans, and try to be among them.  


Matthew

does the Caitlynn in your experience look like the Caitlin Hammaren who was killed? Did you see the name yesterday and subconciously recall it or was it fresh to you? I know it was posted here yesterday but maybe not where you are.

From another prspective, even if you didn't feel it was your best work, you appear to have offered some solace to someone, and that's better than a confirmation.

Thank you.  I had seen the names, although I couldn't tell many of them off the top of my head.  The Caitlynn experience impressed me, because I said out loud "who are you?"  "What is your name?"  And without hesitation I heard "Caitlynn."  I had seen pictures as well of the building, and there was one of a youth named Jarrett I believe, so I thought about asking for him as a point of reference.

What I felt was that if I were to do a more thorough retrieval, I would need to set up the imaginary class better and blend in as a student.  Not sure how I know this, but that is what I'm going to try tonight.


Matthew

I asked to go to the school. There was no one there, it was empty and peaceful. Not a soul... quiet. I returned to c1 and wondered at that.

I tried again. This time there were invisibles sweeping what looked like ash from the floors, others were scrubbing gunk from walls. One helper turned and said "Hi Tim" and then went back to scrubbing the wall. There were no recently deceased in the vicinity.

Later, I ask to go to the school at a time when I can be of most benefit. I am there, it is like being in smoke, it feels difficult to breathe or see clearly. It feels heavy and intense. A young woman looking dazed is in front of me saying "I'm hurt", she's holding her belly, there is blood. The atmosphere brightens, "I'm taking you to the roof, there's a medical evacuation copter to take you away" i look at my legs, I'm wearing a green pants, some kind of uniform. I half carry her, she is weeping, we're in the bright open space of the roof, there is a helicopter with smiling forms inside and just outside it, I take her to them and they carry her inside, there's a rush of wind as everything turns to light.

Later, in between waking and sleeping, I am back at the school, there is a young man, he says "I'm dead". I am surprised. I say "yes, you died". "Are you an angel or something like that?" "No, but I'll introduce you to friends that can help you"  Helpers are visible near him now, he sees them. "There's something you can do" I say to him. I tell him how he can be of help to the others here. This kid doesn't seem taken aback by this situation....

These are thumbnail sketches. There was another event after the girl with the copter. I don't know what to think about any of this, don't feel a big need get to explain it to myself, doing without knowing outcomes is enough.... Inside it, I'm just reacting to the enviornment I find myself in.  I'm going back later tonight, to the time-period immediately after the shootings.

Yes, Tim,

for me it was also like you said: " It is like being in smoke,
it feels difficult to breathe or see clearly. It feels heavy and intense."
I could only express it as visual dimness.
Thank you for expressing that!  
All the following day I had a sense that all was not right, that heaviness was weighing on me. Now I recall the same feeling after we had a small fire at our house. It must be sort of primal. In Virginia though of course, the smoke was from gunpowder and death. I'll go back tonight too, maybe run into you and Doc.
Bets

Hello,

This retrieval started alot like the other except I was told something on the way over and agreed to it without consciously understanding the message. Then I was set down in a murky dark long space, probably a school corridor. I saw no one and started forward.

First an energy change near my feet, the brief words 'this is J---; begin.' A sense of someone sprawled on the floor unmoving. "But he's dead.'   'They all are. Begin.' So I held him like one would console a toddler and talked to him. Nothing had any effect until I said, 'you're free to go to heaven,' when he rather quickly sprang up.  He was upset about the blood on his leg so I told him he'd get help wiping it off. He protested that it would keep bleeding, and then I saw the wound. I said that he had the power now to heal himself (thinking maybe the Helpers would do it for him if that weren't right) but I felt an energy change as the wound closed.
Then he surprised me by clamoring upward, as though he were scrambling up a ladder or chainlink fence that I couldn't see. I called to him and said there was an easier way, he didn't have to do the work himself. He seemed relieved and started to come down but the Light increased and some movement came in from the sides and up, then they all lifted away.

That was it, we came back .  I was trying to move more in accord with Guidance and believe I did somewhat. But I had to ask for a cleansing of that heaviness that happened last time and was given that. If more are needed tomorrow I'll go back.
On an earlier post I conjectured that dim light during a retrieval might have to do with the age or time passed of the retrievee, since retrieval of a recent friend had been bright and energetic. Now I think it has to do with the state of mind of the retrievee, the level at which (s)he is stuck.

Bets

Thank you for your retrievals and for sharing them here.  With such a violent wrenching from physical life, your help was needful.

Rob

Bets,
Wonderful retrieval, it seems that you are getting very close to helping many of these unforunate souls. Keep up the good work. I have tried, but I just can't get a lock on anything.

Dimensionally Yours,
Rick