Last night, while asleep, I think I went back to the Homeless City.

After landing on the "main road" as usual (a wide road/track between a number of buildings where I always land when I come here for some reason) I could feel the various crowds of people moving around here. Although some were huddled around steel drums or rubbish bins containing fires, most of the people here were either indoors or below ground level. Many were lying down, some sleeping restlessly, others talking to each other in low tones while smoking, sipping at thought forms of remembered alcohol, or indulging in other, somewhat worse substances.
Closing my eyes, I opened up a number of connections from this place to the Park in F27.  They weren't like the earlier portal I'd used here, either...I wanted these to be completely natural looking and non-intimidating.  With many of them I did it in such a way that many of the doorways between rooms below ground simply opened up to the place, so that stepping from the Homeless City to the Park would be as simple as stepping out of a house into the back garden.  Sometimes it was visible from some of the buildings' windows as well.
I also willed sunlight to come through from the Park to the perpetual red-tinged night of the City as well, and gradually I began to sense patches all over the City which were bathed in the Park's sunlight.  A few of the people below ground and in the ruined buildings, on opening doors and windows and seeing this, became frightened, running in the opposite direction.  Most of the others however on seeing it rose slowly from their filthy mattresses as though they were waking from sleep, blinking in wonder.  I began to get mental images of large numbers of people from the City going towards the various connections to the Park, stepping through, and scarcely being able to believe it when they were greeted by relatives and other people who they had lost hope of ever seeing again.  I felt that many of the people there had literally been there for centuries.  The feeling that accompanied this was euphoric, and I also picked up on the intense joy and relief which many of these people felt on receiving and end to their loneliness.

After this went on for a while, I began to get the impression that all of those who were going to go through right now had, and so I allowed the rifts to the Park to gradually close.  Before one of the last ones did, however, I had the impression of someone who had turned away earlier run into the one closest to him.  After seeing this, I left a couple of them open so that anyone who later wanted to venture through could do so, or any Helpers who hadn't previously known about this place could find it and help the stragglers.

Walking around the city, I gained the impression that although most of the people from closest to ground level had gone through to the Park, there were still possibly a few thousand or so left.  The Homeless City had numerous levels underground; the highest ones were only just below, with the lowest being very deep within the ground of the construct.  They contained people who had been lost there for literally thousands of years...ancient ones.

I was scared of going into the caves down below, and ventured in slowly.  I could feel deeply entrenched madness and broken minds down here, and was half-afraid that if I came here, I myself could become trapped within this place.  However, forcing myself to remember that these feelings and impressions were not my own, the previous blackness gave way to a large underground cavern, twelve to eighteen feet high, and about the same in width.  The cavern's rounded walls were white in colour, and was lit with a strange blue light.  I saw brilliant blue light sources on the walls periodically, but they simply looked like fires suspended near the point where the walls curved up to the ceiling.  There were also occasional stalagtites and stalagmites here and there.

I could sense a general background noise of murmuring thoughts, but walking along through the cavern I didn't come across anyone immediately.  Then as I continued walking, in the blueish gloom I began to make out what looked like a small tent made of animal skins up ahead.  Moving closer to it, I could see that there was a small fire in front of it ringed with stones, and crouched near it was what I sensed was a young woman dressed in furs, although it would have been difficult to tell visually, because she was filthy, and her face and hair were somewhat obscured by what looked like mud.  Near the small tent were two sticks in the ground with a line of rope between them, and from this was hanging various objects.  I could tell that these were thought form objects which she had actually stolen from other people down here, and some of them were relatively recent looking pots and pans; objects from a much more recent time than she was.

Sensing my presence, she looked up from the fire and rose quickly to her feet, sniffing the air like an animal.  I subtly masked myself, causing her to detect only a continuation of the cave wall.  She appeared puzzled, feeling sure that she had detected someone, before sitting back down.  As I did this, I became aware that there were a number of Helpers nearby who had actually been similarly masked.  They knew about my apprehension regarding other people from the Afterlife and hence had not approached me, but were silently monitoring me.

Although this realisation startled me somewhat, I turned my attention back to the young woman.  Again closing my eyes, I caused the cave in front of her to melt away to the view of another construct.  Not the Park, but a place where I had been given the impression that she would be happier. 

Through the rift the woman could see the image of a lake surrounded by a somewhat uneven, grassy plain.  A gust of warm, balmy air also came through, causing the woman's small fire to dance.  A large white moon hung in the sky above the lake, as well as a clear dusting of stars, and she and I could both hear the sound of the water lapping slowly against its' shores.  Every now and then the scene was interrupted by a young antelope that was up unusually late, coming to drink from the water.

Eyes widening, the young woman took a few tentative steps through, going to the edge of the lake to drink as well.  Looking beyond the lake, she could see a group of the same kind of small skin huts that she herself had had, some of which had the last remnants of dying evening fires in front of them.  I got the impression that these were her people, and to leave the rift open after I left, so that the woman would know how to come back and forth on her own for a little while until she had adjusted and wanted to move permanently to the new construct.

Satisfied that she would be all right, I rose back up to the street level of the city, looked around, and then slowly rose up and out of it.

interesting Petrus. I could almost feel the woman slipping into a more comfortable environment and the wonder she must have had. sometimes in a retrieval I would offer the person could return to the same area if they wanted and this works pretty good. thanks, I sure miss hearing about retrievals. glad u posted. love, alysia

Wonderful Petrus. I love reading your retrievals and all retrievals. Keep it up and keep posting.

Much Love, Mairlyn

Petrus,

It didn't occur to me, that as helpers we can
manifest portals from the astral to F27. What
inspired you to try this yourself?

Also, it occurred to me, that even though there may be more retrievers alive today than ever before, we could presumably travel back in time
to retrieve people who got stuck years ago.
Any thoughts on time-travel retrieval.

-mike

Petrus,

I know what you are talking about here.
In the last half of the year, I've been experimenting a lot in "manifesting" in the astral. It comes in very handy for retrievals. But, I hadn't come to the realization that I could actually make portals, constructs that span two or more "planes" I know that helpers do this all the time, especially in mass casualty situations. I probably won't be able to make a portal between the astral and F27 until I become more comfortable switching between the two.
  You are a talented manifester There, indeed. Has this knowledge and practice translated into intentional manifesting in the C-1? For example, I am seeing some subtle C1 abilities develop in me due to my astral practice.   

-mike