Berserk
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Hi Steve,
I shared this story on this site about 3 years ago. Janet was a warm and beautiful young social worker with long silky black hair (a competitor in the Miss Silky Hair USA contest). I was smitten and dated her for 2 years while I was a young grad student n Boston. I truly cared about her, but could never get over her vulnerability to clinical depression. I was under a lot of pressure and needed a woman who was more upbeat. The more I tried to make the relationship work, the more trapped I felt. In retrospect, I realize I was too busy with my doctoral studies to properly nurture a serious romance. I gradually baled out of the relationship. During this process, she started admitting to me that she was suicidal. I somehow knew she meant it, but you can't marry someone just to keep them alive. It was my first serious romance and I handled the end badly. Sometimes you grow up at other people's expense.
She moved from Boston to Washington and started dating again, but met a lot of well-to-do guys who were just out for a one-night stand. Already depressed, she bought a gun and shot herself.
I was devastated. Her suicide coincided with the easing of my academic pressure and I now realized how much I loved her despite our areas of incompatibility. I had just read Robert Monroe and desperately wanted to retrieve her.
One night, I entered a dream state of unusually intense vividness and found myself in a dark void. I ascended through the void until I encountered a small hovering booth. Inside a smart-looking woman was sitting at a desk. At the back of the booth was a green curtain. I thought, "This is my big chance to retrieve Janet." I told the woman at the desk that I must see Janet. She replied, "Well, I don't think she's ready to see you." That gave me pause. But then I was overwhelmed with revulsion at the thought that Janet was languishing in mental torment because of her continuing depression and because of the pain her suicide caused her family and friends. I surprised myself by mentally yelling, "BUT I MUST SEE HER NOW!" Instantly, I experienced one of the most powerful emotional bursts of energy I have ever experienced. I can best describe it as a potent combination of love, intense rage at Janet's sorry plight, and an odd feeling of omnipotence, as if, just then, my word was law in the universe.
The woman at the desk immediately disappeared and a strong astral wind caused the green curtain to flutter wildly. In a second or so, Janet materialized before me--only not the mature young woman I knew. Rather, her appearance was that of a young teenager. Oh the love I felt for her in that tender moment! We passionately embraced and she repeated over and over again, "I'm OK, sweety; I'm OK, I'm OK." Through this experience, I felt a bond that I knew would never be broken. I woke up exhilarated and relieved that she was making progress in the beyond.
But as a few days passed, my certainty faded more and more until I was soon convinced and now know that this experience was just an unusally vivid lucid dream fueled by wishful thinking.
Steve, I share this experience with you because I sense that your skepticism is well-founded. On the other hand, you have a commendable and unusual hunger to know and verify your retrievals as real. So I encourage you to keep your verification standards high and keep on trying.
Actually, the possibility of retrievals first entered into human LITERARY consciousness in the early church, but this notion was quickly suppressed. I am impressed by none of the so-called verifications of the retrievals archived by Bruce, but they whet my appetite for what might be possible. If I could be convinced that even one retrieval were genuine, it would change my life and make me a fanatic in my quest to master this art. As it is, in about 8 days, I'm going to cease posting on this site and concentrate on developing my astral talents, so that I can practice doing retrievals. Maybe I can retrieve Janet for real--if she still needs retrieving.
Good luck in your future efforts, Don
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