Well, my computer is about to go into the shop for a week or so, but before I take it away, a quick note about a retrieval from this morning.

I intended to go to the Australian fires or Oklahoma tornado or something obvious, but upon asking where I might be of help, I found myself standing in a used car lot somewhere, could see the rows of cars and the plastic pennants flying in the wind.

Then suddenly I was looking out the back window of a quite-nice car, and we had just exited a tunnel somewhere in a big city, it felt like. As I watched, the tunnel receded into the distance very quickly and I felt the car was just flying along at great speed, much too fast, but very smoothly. I knew I was a young person.

Then I saw the back end of the car upside down on the roadside and knew we had crashed, not surprisingly. I saw a young man's body with legs handing out of the back side window and I was inside the etheric body of an adolescent boy looking at the mess and at my body.

I thought with anguish, Oh no, I had so many plans. I was going to do so much. There is so much to do...I have to get back somehow. Then a great light expanded down from the sky and he looked at it, and was enveloped in it and was drawn gently up into a bright place.

But the awareness that he had lost his chance to do so much drove him back, and he turned and "fell" back to the earth, beside the crashed car. He made a conscious decision to go back to his school, where he had friends, all of whom were working together on some valuable project.

First of all, we were in the Chem Lab. He stood looking around at the empty classroom (weekend) helplessly. The he moved to a different room, forget which one it was. He was so frustrated and a very, very intelligent kid, much higher IQ than normal. And he knew it, but was not stuck up about it. He just wanted to work, to make something wonderful with his intellect and his huge motivation. Now it was all lost, all over. He was anguished. He thought about his friends who would need him on the project. He was powerless and frustrated.

He was dressed in a nice smart wool gray jacket of loose, knubby knit and gray trousers. Not a uniform, but for some reason, dressed that way for this day with his parents or parent (out in the car).

I moved toward him, suddenly aware I could do something at last. I touched his left arm, he was standing facing me, looking around the room.

I pointed out to him a scene that was developing behind him. As he turned to look, a lovely image of an old, weatherbeaten country fence appeared, one of those kind with two pieces of grayed wood horizontally and some stuck and nailed vertically, making a kind of casual fence, easy to climb over. There was a meadow beyond the fence, lovely, and behind the meadow a bright yellow, yolk-like sun arose above the earth.

I said to him, You know this place, Spence. I knew his name was Spence of something like it. You used to visit this place. Where is it?

He said, That's my Uncle Oggie's farm. I used to go there and play in the meadow by myself when I was young. (He had an old head on his shoulders, I had to admit.) He indicated the farm was not far from where they had been living.

As we looked, I saw a figure clad in a dark outfit, with dark hair, approaching across the far side of the meadow. I ignored him and turned back to Spence and said something like:

You had a great future here on earth, and you had planned so much. You have an enormous, generous heart that throws out vast fields of electromagnetic energy to all around you. You have a great intellect and huge imagination.

You wanted to work with your friends to do a specific thing in life. But because of your strong motivation to do good, and your maturity, higher powers than you and I have decided that, if you are willing, you can do so much more for the world from a higher level frequency. It means giving up your physical body and adopting a more highly tuned one...one that will match your high level motivation and dreams more effectively.

Can you deal with that, or are you determined to stay in the physical? I asked him.  He stood looking at me and at his classroom with regret and confusion on his face.

At that point, the approaching figure stepped up to us. I could see it was a Teacher, and he had chosen the costume of a SuperHero for Spence's transition.

His costume was black and grey and very official looking. He looked like a Superhero.

He did not touch Spence's arm, but just stood in front of him, gazing into his eyes.

Well, Spence, he said, what's it to be? You can stay here and operate at a lower frequency and do certain good things. Or you can come with me and be my student, and we will show you how to do infinitely more good for the World and everyone in it, from the higher realms. You are needed at this level, more than you are needed here. What's it to be?

The next moment, Spence, riveted on this dramatic, confidence-inspiring guy, made a move to reach out to him. They two of them vanished before my eyes.

I thought of Luke Skywalker! We have all these new archetypes in our subconscious nowadays, thanks to the great writers and directors of Hollywood in recent years...wish there were more of them today.Vee

I really enjoyed reading this Vee.   Was this an aspect of yourself (Disk self)?

Nice one Vee!  Good work!

Certainly that immediate desire to return is common with the young; I've had to cope with it on any number of retrievals, but this is the first time I've seen an invitation to higher realms issued.  He must have been quite the guy to get something like that.

thanks for sharing, gordon








Vee wrote on Feb 11^th, 2009 at 2:01pm:

Well, my computer is about to go into the shop for a week or so, but before I take it away, a quick note about a retrieval from this morning. I intended to go to the Australian fires or Oklahoma tornado or something obvious, but upon asking where I might be of help, I found myself standing in a used car lot somewhere, could see the rows of cars and the plastic pennants flying in the wind. Then suddenly I was looking out the back window of a quite-nice car, and we had just exited a tunnel somewhere in a big city, it felt like. As I watched, the tunnel receded into the distance very quickly and I felt the car was just flying along at great speed, much too fast, but very smoothly. I knew I was a young person. Then I saw the back end of the car upside down on the roadside and knew we had crashed, not surprisingly. I saw a young man's body with legs handing out of the back side window and I was inside the etheric body of an adolescent boy looking at the mess and at my body. I thought with anguish, Oh no, I had so many plans. I was going to do so much. There is so much to do...I have to get back somehow. Then a great light expanded down from the sky and he looked at it, and was enveloped in it and was drawn gently up into a bright place. But the awareness that he had lost his chance to do so much drove him back, and he turned and "fell" back to the earth, beside the crashed car. He made a conscious decision to go back to his school, where he had friends, all of whom were working together on some valuable project. First of all, we were in the Chem Lab. He stood looking around at the empty classroom (weekend) helplessly. The he moved to a different room, forget which one it was. He was so frustrated and a very, very intelligent kid, much higher IQ than normal. And he knew it, but was not stuck up about it. He just wanted to work, to make something wonderful with his intellect and his huge motivation. Now it was all lost, all over. He was anguished. He thought about his friends who would need him on the project. He was powerless and frustrated. He was dressed in a nice smart wool gray jacket of loose, knubby knit and gray trousers. Not a uniform, but for some reason, dressed that way for this day with his parents or parent (out in the car). I moved toward him, suddenly aware I could do something at last. I touched his left arm, he was standing facing me, looking around the room. I pointed out to him a scene that was developing behind him. As he turned to look, a lovely image of an old, weatherbeaten country fence appeared, one of those kind with two pieces of grayed wood horizontally and some stuck and nailed vertically, making a kind of casual fence, easy to climb over. There was a meadow beyond the fence, lovely, and behind the meadow a bright yellow, yolk-like sun arose above the earth. I said to him, You know this place, Spence. I knew his name was Spence of something like it. You used to visit this place. Where is it? He said, That's my Uncle Oggie's farm. I used to go there and play in the meadow by myself when I was young. (He had an old head on his shoulders, I had to admit.) He indicated the farm was not far from where they had been living. As we looked, I saw a figure clad in a dark outfit, with dark hair, approaching across the far side of the meadow. I ignored him and turned back to Spence and said something like: You had a great future here on earth, and you had planned so much. You have an enormous, generous heart that throws out vast fields of electromagnetic energy to all around you. You have a great intellect and huge imagination. You wanted to work with your friends to do a specific thing in life. But because of your strong motivation to do good, and your maturity, higher powers than you and I have decided that, if you are willing, you can do so much more for the world from a higher level frequency. It means giving up your physical body and adopting a more highly tuned one...one that will match your high level motivation and dreams more effectively. Can you deal with that, or are you determined to stay in the physical? I asked him.  He stood looking at me and at his classroom with regret and confusion on his face. At that point, the approaching figure stepped up to us. I could see it was a Teacher, and he had chosen the costume of a SuperHero for Spence's transition. His costume was black and grey and very official looking. He looked like a Superhero. He did not touch Spence's arm, but just stood in front of him, gazing into his eyes. Well, Spence, he said, what's it to be? You can stay here and operate at a lower frequency and do certain good things. Or you can come with me and be my student, and we will show you how to do infinitely more good for the World and everyone in it, from the higher realms. You are needed at this level, more than you are needed here. What's it to be? The next moment, Spence, riveted on this dramatic, confidence-inspiring guy, made a move to reach out to him. They two of them vanished before my eyes. I thought of Luke Skywalker! We have all these new archetypes in our subconscious nowadays, thanks to the great writers and directors of Hollywood in recent years...wish there were more of them today.Vee

Vee;
Really enjoy the read.
You did a good job there; keep it up and keep posting your experiences;love it.
PUL
Romain

Very special that you were able to witness all these steps the boy made before leaving the near-earth level.

Spooky