TWO AFRICAN MEN AND VARIOUS RETRIEVALS OVER SEVERAL DAYS

Since my mass retrievals as "emperor" I've tried to do and request to do
more mass retrievals as I think that's the most effective. Surprising enough
I've only got one more mass retrieval of some people in wearing thick clothes
and of short stature working in some kind of prison camp pulling wagons.
The origin or country of these short built people is unknown to me.

Otherwise I've done 6 individual retrievals, which seemed to be of persons
in quite good physical shape, except for an alcoholic. Most retrievals
were very short in duration and they were in order:

1. One old sailor who was standing at a wooden ship in harbor, which loaded
barrels onto a ship. His surroundings were a quite impressive harbor with
his own thought form people milling around, some doing work. He was a little
puzzled that his ship never finished loading, as it seemed that the same barrel
was rolled onto his ship again and again in the grey daylight. I think he
almost knew that he was dead and didn't need much convincing to move on.

2. A Russian or East European alcoholic, who was not in such a good shape,
but once I invited him to dance a Russian dance he join and Helpers moved
us to F 27, much like the Dancers in Moen's 1st book.

3. One very spoiled young Asian woman, probably from a rich family. She
was in great shape, but didn't want to leave until she thought I was some
kind of old friend. Again a Helper stepped in and took over.

4. A very strange but short retrieval of a man who seemed to think he was
some kind "Jesus" or prophet, preaching for people. He seemed very exhausted
in an odd kind of way, as he collapsed to the ground when I started talking
to him. I told him to take my hands, which he did, so I could help him up.
It was unclear to me if he got retrieved, but as he reacted to me, I think
Helpers must have been able to do the last piece.

5 & 6. Described below. Two African men.


I'll only describe the retrievals of the two African men in detail as I
have the feeling that I should do so in order to direct the forum members
attention to other parts of the world needing retrievals, besides the
U.S. and West Europe.

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OLD AFRICAN MAN WITH BOW

It set my intent to do a retrieval and I was intending to try another
mass retrieval of Chinese people as I expected China to be the country
in the world with most people (needing retrievals).

During the last days I had also been thinking about the idea to learn
Chinese people how to do retrievals, as there could be a language barrier
which I couldn't overcome at all times. So native speaking people who
have been taught how to do retrievals would probably be the best in my opinion.

The question was where to be able to teach a lot of Chinese people and
how to find them. Most likely this would be impossible directly in China
as the leaders wouldn't like it. So maybe somewhere else, like Taiwan?

Too bad that I live on the other side of the world.

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As stated, I started my session expecting to see some Chinese people.
But no go this time.

Instead I got the feeling of presence in Africa.

I saw a slim black African man around 55 years, standing with his right side
to me. He was dressed in only a piece of cloth, covering part of his chest
and part of his back down to his thighs.

He was standing in front of a straw hut, which I assumed belonged to him.
I could also sense one or two more huts a distance away. There also was some
kind of barrier/thorn bushes (with tiny leaves) around the huts to shield the
huts from the surrounding savannah.

There seemed to be one dry tree nearby, but I couldn't quite get a fix on it.
The place was hot, dry and sunny.

The old African man was quite dark. He held some kind of short, stick-like
item in his hand. He seemed to be waiting, but was also unsure of why he
waited, hesitating. I got the impression that he didn't completely know
what to do next.

I approached him and said: "Hi, are you looking for a friend."

The old man responded a little hostile: "I have no friends."

I got some impressions. The old man didn't believe that he had any friends.
So he didn't want to go anywhere. Apparently others (Helpers) had tried to
make him move from the place he had been staying at, but he didn't want to
leave so no one had been able to convince him to leave.

I continued: "You have a friend. Follow me and I can show you your friend."

The old man became quite hostile now and I noticed that the "short stick" in
his hand in fact was a bow and one or two arrows. I got the impression that he
would shoot me with an arrow if he got any more angry.

I sent him some PUL which calmed him down, then I said: "Come into my hut.
I'll show you something you can have from me, if I can't show you a friend."

I started walking into the hut (my hut?!) and he followed me.

Hmm... My hut? Wasn't it his hut I was entering? I wonder what I looked to
him and who he thought I was?

Inside the hut there was a wall with dark, flat, oval stones, with faces
painted in some not so dark color. The stones may have been some kind of
religious symbols, pieces of art or even the base of some kind of monetary
system. I couldn't figure it out exactly, but apparently the stones possessed
great value.

Pointing to the stones I said: "You may have any one of these, if I can't
show you a friend of yours."

The old African man hesitated. By some reason he didn't want to have any
of the stones. While we were standing in my hut a Helper in the form of
an African man entered the hut. The old man with the bow seemed to recognize
the Helper.

Here things got a little fuzzy for me, but I got the impression that the old
man turned his attention to the Helper. The retrieval probably ended here
as I could get no more fix on the old man. I could still sense the hut but
only faintly.

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AFRICAN SOLDIER

I had done a session, nothing had happened, I had fallen asleep and had woken
up. I didn't leave bed at once, and lay face down in bed. After about a
quarter I could sense a man walking in front of me, with his back to me.

It was a black African man, a solider. He wore a soft camouflage hat to
protect himself from the sun, a camouflage long-sleeved shirt and a pair
of camouflage shorts, going almost down to his knees.

Over his left shoulder he was balancing an automatic rifle of some kind.
I guessed that he was about 30 years and he seemed to be in good physical
shape. I couldn't see his face.

He was walking to the left on a dirt road made of dried red soil. The road
had only room for one vehicle and I could see two pair of wheel tracks
marking the length of the road almost straight ahead.

The surroundings seemed very barren and dry. The sun was shining hot.
Only some small vegetation could be seen. Perhaps there was a few tree in
the distant to the left. To the right I couldn't sense anything else then
a ridge of more red soil. During the rain period everything would
turn into mud.

I tried to get the black soldiers attention by shouting something to him.

No reaction.

I turned to my sides and noticed that there were a few other soldiers
also walking along. But it was difficult for me to get a hold on them.
I think they were his friends and they also carried weapons. I managed
to get a fix on one soldier, who was quite short, and I tried to talk
to him.

I only got some very poor reaction from the shorter soldier, and then
everything faded except for the original black soldier. I could now see
nothing of the surroundings except for a beige haze. No other persons were
visible than my original black man.

Hmm... Maybe this was my guides way of saying that the other soldiers
were only thought forms and that I should put my attention to the black
man in front of me who was walking away from me with his back towards me.

I walked after him holding his pace. I tried to do what I've succeeded with
before, on those recent mass retrievals. I took the position of a military
officer. I shouted some kind of order to the black soldier to get his
attention and make him turn around.

No reaction.

My vision of my surroundings came back. I could see the two wheel tracks
road continue ahead several hundred meters in a slightly irregular way,
but mostly straight ahead and up a hill.

At the top of the hill (the part of the road farthest away from us)
I could now see a dust cloud form. Someone was clearly approaching us
from the other side of the hill, where the road continued.

I shouted to the black solder: "Look ahead! Someone is coming!"

No reaction.

He didn't seem to mind if it was friend or foe approaching us.

I now realized that I was carrying an over dimensioned machine gun over my
shoulder. The gun wasn't suitable for being moved around any greater
distance because of its weight.

I shot some rounds of automatic fire close to the black soldier to get his
attention. I could see the bullets fly by his right side and hit the ground
some distance from him. The soil being thrown up in the air by the impact
of the bullets must clearly have been visible to him.

No reaction.

I felt a little bad for having shot so close to him. I sent him some PUL
and the message: "You are also loved."

He turned around.

I got a little surprised. The black soldier was now facing me, but still
moving along on the road, walking backwards. But he slowed down his
steps as I sent him more PUL.

I told him I had a friend of his here. The black soldier looked very doubtful,
but he slowed down even further and came to a stop. He look at my direction
and at the Helper to my left. I sent some more PUL and encourage him to
talk to his friend.

He move forward and hugged his friend.

This post inspired me to perform an "African" retrieval.  It really does seem that we tend to focus on the culture that we currently are a part of.

Long story short, I was in the dense jungle (Congo?), and I entered a hut to find a youngish African male, tall and skinny.  He wore some decorative beads(?) and his earlobes were massive, it looked like they had been pierced and stretched in some kind of ritual.  He was working with some tools, it looked like a rod and some other small things, I feel he was some kind of medicine man.

I managed to get him out of there on the second try.  He actually refused to go with the Helper the first time, which surprised me.  But we took a different approach and succeeded.

Cool, it's nice when it works. :)

My retrievals seem to have come to a pause right now. Maybe I need to type down what's on my sound recorder. :)