You're kidding, rare?  Anyway, I think it's my favorite.  I love the skunk story best of all.  I love the detail of all the retrievals in this book.  Overall, I learned so much from this book conceptually.  The way the stories were presented I learned not only about the nature of retrievals but also about the nature of people.

thats too bad its not printed now. maybe a few more inquiries will get it printed again. this one I like because simply the title explains "beyond all doubt." how many of us can say we are beyond doubt? not very many matter of fact most people come here to get beyond doubt too. unfortunately, I sold my copies through Amazon after reading them twice. but I have the new 5th one in storage.

Vickie tell me about the skunk, I forgot. as I recall Bruce went beyond doubt as he started doing Partnered explorations (PE) and this is how I began getting beyond doubt also with the PE's. I found a good partner and this is so important. my take on PE is to establish a rapport with your partner before attempting it. for me, I have to have my emotions involved, as in a bonding situation. my partner and I corresponded daily over a year..so maybe that contributes to a few PE's we did being successful. hugs, alysia

Vicky wrote on Jun 28^th, 2006 at 1:04am:


Vicky,

When I wrote this book I really wanted to give lots of examples of the different ways in which folks get themselves stuck and a little insight into the ways I learned to retrieve them.  I figured it was a little like Felix the Cat (a cartoon character from way back before you were born) opening his 'bag of tricks' so folks could peer in and know some of the retrieval tools that are available and how to use them.

I also wanted to continue my story of the trail I was following in the attempt to prove to myself whether or not this place called the Afterlife actually existed.  The Grandma and the Skunk experience was a critical fork in that trail.  It would have been easier, I suppose, for a more skeptical minded person to decide that this experience was just some sort of meaningless, anomolous experience.  And to take the fork in the trail that continued to pursue more 'solid, concrete, scientifically provable' evidence.  But, I'm the kind of guy who sees anomolies as pointing to something I don't understand, and that is like "sic'um" to a dog for me.

Curiosity forced me to dig into the question of how it could be possible that in one instant the smell of skunk could be so strong my eyes were on the verge of watering, and in the next instant the smell could be completely and entirely gone.  The answer to that question opened up a whole new world of understanding about the nature of my own perception and the power of belief to block, distort and alter it.

Hey, Vicky, we didn't get to chat yet.  

Bruce

nonphysical senses..hey..
took me a while to figure that one out too, what exactly does it means..hard to believe we do have nonphysical senses.
I remember the first time it happened, or i should say i pay attention to it. was after reading Bruce book in 2002 if my memory serve me right. Was at his seminar in Seattle a year later i think, and we were outside during lunch hour on the balcony, and remember asking a few person and Bruce if there were "wild roses" around this place. The answer i got was no not around here, but i could definetely smell it. It happened a few times while a the seminar and no way for me to find out why/whom etc. Just put it at the back of my mind for the time being.Then Bruce said there might be someone you know close by (nonphysical) trying to get my attention..hummm.
Anyhow..in 2005 while attending Guideline at TMI, one afternoon i ask Vicky (Reiki Master)  if she would do a healing on myself.She agree, while doing the healing, a smell of Wild Rose came down and surrounded us/room, i ask her..do you smell what i'm smelling, she said YES i do..she said a women is here and putting a rose on my heart chakra..and asking forgiveness for what happened, Vicky ask..is your mother pass on (yes i said) but i don't know her or what she look like cause she pass away when i was 4. That when it hit HOME..the smell that i was smelling in Seattle and the one in TMI where from the same person and her way to let me know that she would be around to check on me once in a while, now i KNOW when i smell this fragrance; who is there.!
I also remember once while phazing/obe coming awake in a candy store..lol...i thought to myself well let's try the "Taste Bud" gheez that chocolate truffle was the best i ever tasted.

One more block/filter gone..i'm sure there're be more.

With love, Romain

Hi Bruce!

These are stories I enjoy reading over and over.  You write so wonderfully and personably that it's so easy to not only understand what you are trying to convey but also to believe it.  Enjoying your stories in this way in itself is a tool that opens perception for us like-minded curiosity seekers.  What you have learned and so beautifully explain in your writing has really put practically all my entire life experiences into perspective.  I can't tell you how thankful I feel for that.

The concept of non-physical senses is fascinating to me.  Once I learned it everything I'd experienced finally began to make complete sense. 

I too have had experiences with non-physical smells, one instance being where both my kids and I smelled the most wonderful chocolate chip cookie smell when it very suddenly filled the entire house in an instant.  My son was 3 at the time, and at the very moment the smell appeared my son came running out of his room saying "Mama, you have cookies?  Can I have some?"  I told him I didn't have any and he didn't believe me.  I assured him that I would give him some if I had them but that I didn't know where the smell was coming from.  He made me check the oven and I have to admit, the smell was so strong I thought maybe I had stuck some in and forgot about them.  Anyway, the smell lasted for exactly one hour and then vanished altogether in an instant.  At that moment my son came running back saying "where did all the cookies go?"

Alysia;
Yeah, i know, i've also read Gordon book and what he's saying about food on the other side and how wonderful it is..

A little story here, in the Heiltsuk territories here in Canada and also other First Nation territories, they believe that when a person pass over, on the first day of the passing , they burn some personal effects of the decease..ex: shoe/pant/dress/shirt/blouse, they believe that they need something to wear and for the next 3 days they "Burn Food" for the decease ...!!! so they have "Food and Clothings" for their journey..
Interesting Hey..
Take care dear Soul,
Romain

Hi Romain, thanks for asking.  As a matter of fact I did not know anything more at the time what this meant as far as who was contacting me.  

But just recently I have discovered some new information pertaining to that time period, stuff I didn't know at the time but looking back now makes a lot of sense.  

A little background, we had lived in an apartment that was haunted with a nasty presence.  We had negative and downright bad things happen there.  Finally "fled" and ended up buying a cheap old mobile home--not the best investment but all we could afford at the time.  A few days after moving in I was home alone one night and had the experience of seeing a spirit in my bedroom (not sure if I ever posted that story here or on Linn's).  It had taken the form of a white poofy cloud.  Not only did I see the spirit but I communicated with it through thoughts and didn't realize at the time that that's what I was doing, as it happened so fast and just seemed so natural.  But this spirit said it was just checking on me to make sure I was alright, told me it was glad we had left that aweful apartment as things there were bad and we needed to get away from there.  I thought back to it, "yeah I know, that's why we left.  I know we'll be safe here."  And then it left.  Never saw it again.  But from then on, all 4 years we lived in that mobile home, we had very nice paranormal activity.  It was as if whoever was watching over us was trying to make its presence known and let us know that good stuff happens too!  Felt kind of like a reward for having put up with all the bad stuff at the apartment.  

The good stuff I'm talking about is that cookie smell, then there was an experience with a type of perfume I'm not familiar with.  There was the time when my son as an 8-month-old cried for the first time ever in the middle of the night, which woke me and my husband up, and as it turned out I started coughing when I sat up, coughed for a good 10 minutes or so and finally coughed up blood.  My lungs were filled with blood and I had had no idea anything was wrong.  The ER doc said I technically should not have been able to wake up from having had lungs filled with blood, I should have drowned, but that it was amazing my baby had cried at that exact moment to wake me.  When I told the doc it was the first time our baby had cried he was shocked, not that our baby never cried, but at the miracle that had taken place.  He said someone was definitely watching over me.  

When our son was around 18 months old he would just get up and go into his room and shut the door.  I followed and would hear through the door, him having a conversation.  It was as if he were answering someone's questions.  I never heard the other end of the conversation but could hear him giving answers, pausing in between.  I asked him who he was talking to and he always said "no one" or "i don't know".  He did this periodically, and I'm not sure how or why he knew it was time to go into his room to do this.  He would just suddenly stop what he was doing and go.  Our son talked at an early age, by the way, said his first word at 7 months old and picked up several new words a month.  He's very bright.  

Anyway, I'm making this way longer than I intended.  My point was, that recently I had a reading with Linn and one of the things she told me was that the information she was getting was that the presence in the mobile home was a grandmotherly presence and she got the name of Margaret.  I checked with my mom, and neither of my grandparents were named that.

I had been giving it much thought, and one day while I was working on a section in my book, I realized what Linn meant by this grandmother named Margaret.  I was writing about my friend's grandmother who was named Margaret and that's when it hit me, that possibly that is the presence Linn was picking up on.  When I asked Linn what she thought, she said it makes sense, as the spirit didn't say she was my grandmother, just that she was a grandmother.  Consequently, Margaret's grandson (our friend) committed suicide three months before we moved into the mobile home and at that time we had decided we'd name our son after him.  I was about 7 months pregnant when we moved into the mobile home.  I'm not sure exactly when Margaret died, but I think it was about a year or so earlier.

Ok whew, that was a long story.  Thanks for reading.

Vicky