My retrievals are a different style, but Bruce said it was OK, so I thought I'd post this recent one. (Also this forum needs more use!)
[Disclaimer: My husband and I were quiet H S. teachers and college profs and retired to a southern city with a high crime rate. Just because my retrieval reports sometimes make me look like an ambulance chaser or a gang moll, I'm really not.]

Last week a man was viciously killed a mile or so from our home, a good person with no enemies by all accounts. I drove by his business a couple of times but could not feel the fear or other negative emotions that I generally feel hovering around a violent scene.
I am so used to feeling these impressions that I doubted that i was near the crime scene, but a friend confirmed it. The next time I had to drive by that way I mentally called out his name, and he answered hello with a sense of relief in his voice.
I expressed regret that he'd had such an experience and he agreed. This exchange was so natural I forgot he didn't know he'd been killed so it was a shock to him to hear me say so. He denied it --"No, no, that can't be!" I was driving on a 5 lane street and upset that I had upset him. "I can't go yet!" he cried.
By now I was picking up the feeling around him. It was heavy, deep hollowness yet pressurized around my chest, emptiness like nothing but this feeling was inside my ribcage.
" I'm sorry. Please give me a minute to get this car off the road..." "Car?!" Now he also sounded befuddled. I forgot that a voice coming  in those conditions is sometimes thought to be an angel or spirit. So I made up something about helping an ill driver, in order to buy me some time to think and regroup and get out of traffic.
My telling this is too long. Once in a parking lot, I asked why he couldn't go. He had to help, he said, help with the people who hurt him and help with his family. I asked-- if he could go to a place in heaven where he could help them from there and even get assistance there, would he go? Mumbling, then yes.
I had him look upward above his eyebrows to the middle of his forehead. Nothing changed. /Then I added, "Oh, and don't worry about crossing your eyes but look just to the center of your forehead." Click.
the sad deep hollow in my chest was suddenly gone. I gave him a few seconds then quietly said his name. No response. He was over.
Last night I asked to do a visit with him if he wasn't busy and shortly I felt energies around me change. I asked who had killed him and he gave me 2 names.
The police and newspapers haven't mentioned the possibility of 2. I'll anonymously mail his family and the police the name I have plus what I can make out of the first and let you know if there's any confirmation later.

Bets, this is a great retrieval. I like the way you do them too. And for him to give you the names of his killers is outstanding. Way to go girl.

Love, Mairlyn

Crossing the eyes is supposed to help get the third eye going.