I am always surprised when I cross to the otherside.   Even after some three hundred retrievals, this one was a first for me, and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to deal with it.

It all started normal enough with me going to 'my place'.  On this day, I decided to finish the side room that was started for me some time ago.  It has been sitting empty for several months ever since it showed up one day after a short absense on my part.  I made it into a lounge for relaxation and open to any who need rest.  I put in a hardwood floor and a thick Persian carpet to cushion sore or weary feet.  There is a lounge to lie on and a couple of easy chairs...the kind that mold to the body to give you the most comfort.  There is music, if wanted, and a view to ease the mind of any troubling thoughts. 

After finishing that, I went to the main area and filled my heart with love thinking of all those who love me and the love I feel for them including all the pets I've had in this life time. 

When I finished that, I asked for helpers to do a retrieval.  David and Jan came forward.  I've worked with them many times and they are now familiar like trusted co-workers or friends.  I asked them to take me to the soul or souls to be retrieved. 

We stood on the terrace overlooking the fabric with the rifts.  I asked again to be taken to the soul.  All of a sudden I had to throw up my hands and arms to protect myself from flying hammers.  When I looked, I saw a red rift full of flying tools.  I sent in PUL and then saw the tools not there.  (An old trick but it still works.) The rift was still very red and active.  I again sent in PUL so that I could enter.  I was being bombarded with anger...so many angry emotions.  I again gave PUL.  I entered and called getting softer with each call of "Hello".  I continued to give PUL and was finally answered.  I asked for a name and got Michael and a whole bunch of others, but what I heard sounded to me like a bunch of 'ess's' no other clear names.  Because of the anger, I didn't ask any more questions but continued to give PUL and asked my helpers to step up the PUL.  I told the souls they were loved.  I said they were children of the Source and therefore they were loved.  I told them I loved them.  I kept it up until they started to hear me.  We finally got to the point where I could tell them about the 'Park'.  I told them to touch hands and for two of them to take mine.  I continued to give PUL as we left for the 'Park'.  At the 'Park' I called for other helpers who also gave PUL until the normal quietude of the 'Park' returned, and the souls were calmed.

Then David and Jan, the helpers, and I returned to 'my place'.  Thanks was uppermost in my mind because of the difficult retrieval.  I had never run into so much anger.  I didn't even know that it could exist to that extent on the 'other side'.  I had been given a large lesson in emotions that day.  But I also learned, Love conquers all.  We just have to remember to use it.

This whole retrieval was about Love.

I hope you have enjoy reading this and I wish you love,
Baroness T'ressa
P.S.  I now know what anger looks like to me...Flying tools especially hammers. 
>:( :o

Yes, love is always the answer. I find it interesting that your voice became quieter during the experience, as you were reaching out towards those who were in the angry place. Sometimes when we become quieter, but are still operating from our place of strength, we give others the space to reach out towards us. They will not trust us unless we are truly coming from a place of love as well as strength. So, I feel that your experience illustrates this perfectly. Thank you.

Thanks, seagull. for your comments.  They reminded me of how I used to deal with my children (and I had a bunch).  I learned early if I wanted them to hear me to lower my voice sometimes to a whisper.  They quieted so they could hear me because they soon learned when Mom speaks softly, they were in deep trouble.  It helped reduce the volume at which we lived.;D

Thanks for the memory,
T'ressa

T'ressa,

Wow what an interesting retrieval. How awful to be stuck in forever-anger like that. Were you able to pick up any info regarding that area of consciousness they were stuck in?

Thanks for sharing your retrieval and looking forward to more.  :)

Much love,

Ginny

Hi, Ginny,

Thanks for responding.  I've missed you.  What kind of information are you thinking about?  On this retrieval, I went in, and because of all the anger, wanted to get the job done, so to speak, as fast as I could and get out.  The area was a deep red and very active with all that emotion.  I don't know how else to discribe it as I don't see all that well over there.  I do feel though, and I do see colors quite well.  I was really surprised by the hammers and tools flying actually outside the rift.  When I said the souls were angry, it was to the point of throwing things.  Maybe I should have gotten more information, but I was pretty focused on getting them out of there and to the park.  I never thought to call in more help.  I'll have to remember that next time if there is a next time.

Thanks for bringing this to my attention as I learned something today. ;D

Sending you love,
T'ressa
PS. I don't direct where I go to retrieve a soul.  I leave that to my helpers, so I never know where I'm going next.  I know I can ask them to take me to someone, but I so very seldom do.  Does that help any at all?
More love,
T'

T'ressa,

I'm just always curious about places retrievers end up. It was interesting when--while reading your retrieval, there was something vaguely familiar about the place. It felt as if I had been there before, kind of like a deja'vu moment.
Most of the time I just leave the decisions up to Helpers too, regarding who needed help and where they needed to be escorted to.
You do a great job, T'ressa. What a wonder it must be for the folks you helped out of that hammer hole to now be in a better place, to be reunited with loved ones and able to get on with life.

Much love and I'll email you :).

Ginny

Ginny,

Thank you for your very complimentary words.  I'm always interested in the places retrievers go as well.  I just think of them (the places) as thoughts created by the soul.  Humans are so very creative, but there are places with very little detail usually surrounded by grey, white or black space, clouds or mist.  I seldom ask more than the three questions I usually ask for of name, age and the year.  That is more for my journal than anything else.  I'm always interested in other's experiences while doing retrievals.  So how about posting more all you retrievers.  Please. ;)

Thanks again, Ginny,
Sending much love,
T'ressa