I had a hard time last night, restless. 11;30 and I was still awake..and I get up at 4am!
Finally, I decided perhaps a retrieval..
Hi Shirly, thought I'd do some association on your retrieval
I found myself in a house. There was a woman there, who looked like my mother and a man, who looked like my father.
you seem to be thinking just because they look like them doesn't mean it is really them. so this is doubt or a mix of subjective/objective consciousness as you set the intention right? that means the intention is being played out. not saying it was really them, not saying it wasn't them but may be a message about them or could have been their projected thought & feelings to you working with your intention for the retrieval, on mind film or better yet, you are watching symbols of real soul action that took place but is communicated through these images to your brain memory cells.
Mother was in a hospital gown and very small..frail. Father was trying to talk to me, but I was focused on her.
was your mother small and frail just before she passed? and was she passed in the hospital? that would explain this as a memory to help you ascertain that she is still in the hospital in her mind, or that is how you are perceiving it to be. generally, my opinion, those passed on who don't need retrieval will choose on F27 to be around age 25 to 30 in looks, and will have left sickness beliefs behind or working on it strongly. so it could be a genuine retrieval.
She fell forward and hit her face very hard, going unconscious.
this is interesting now. she fell, face first, went unconscious, I presume this means she didn't realize what was happening and so she may be stuck, falling can be like falling into transition. it feels like falling to me. lol, I'm not dead, how can I say this
I had an intense dream of falling and being told I was dead.
I picked her up, and told father "we have to get her to the hospital!" He agreed, and we headed out.
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so you were in this house and was the house familiar or unfamiliar? and now mother is being taken to the hospital, which I am thinking focus 27 here, the hospital there and this looks like a genuine retrieval and the symbols point to it. your father has been with her but he doesn't do retrievals so you were needed.
Someone took her from me, and the scene dissolved into my work.
this reminds me of a guide finishing the retrieval for you after you have gotten the attention of the retrievee. they always step in at the right moment. this very classic. you might be able to go back and visit her after 6 months to a year and see how she's doing. if u revisit her it might seem like a dream or an obe depending on your intensity of curiosity or degree of desire to revisit.
I was carrying a doll. She's an old doll..made in 1962. I always called her my "german talking doll". She has a pull string and says phrases in German. I was carrying her like a toddler, on my hip and showing her to people. I told them her name (Brigitte-not Bridgit) and explained how she could talk at one time, but her record was messed up and didn't work right anymore.
I was heading in to a meeting, when I was told that the principal wanted to see me in Mrs. Hanz's class. I felt I was in trouble. I headed to the class..then a commercial on the TV got really loud and I snapped back.
A few notes:
My mother gave me the doll for Christmas when I was 2. I still have it, and it doesn't work so good anymore.
My mother was German, born and raised, naturalized at 35. She passed in
91.
Father passed in '80 and there has only been sporadic contact with him over the 26 years..
did u think of your mother that she was like an old doll? I think thats cute! thats amazing u still have the doll. in the dream you are proud of the doll even if the brain which is physical no longer will play the record well as the brain is no longer her vehicle of expression. if you associate the doll with your mother, you carried the doll on your hip. you also carried your mother when you retrieved her, it is a type of carrying a person by getting them on the move. of course we all know PUL moves people.
well thanks, I feel good about your mother. I should tell you a little story about mine!
about a month or so after she died I had a dream. I believe it was a retrieval of sorts but then, I wasn't sure. I had an upstairs apt. I was having what seemed an ordinary dream. I heard my mother calling for me and wondered about her visit. I remember the apt was very nice and clean and unfamiliar. it seemed a spot like a vacation place that I did not live there all the time, that I had several places like this and it was like a city. my mother seemed upset and lost and alone, and this showed in her high pitched voice inflections..she had a piercing voice. I went out on the landing of the stairs and saw her talking to some people who tried to help but were just passersby and didn't really know how to help her. I felt an urgency to bring her in here with me. I immediately slipped into my wonder woman attitude I call it. I was all efficiency
I knew exactly what to do. get her attention! I yelled loud come on up!! she saw me and came upstairs slowly, a little smile of recognition, for she had been looking for me! (we were never really close) at last I felt I coud be helpful to my mother as she needed me. so I took her into the clean spacious apt with light in every corner and set up her sewing machine by wishing it there. I sat her down in front of it and told her she would live in this apt until the guides came for her. she was very happy to have her old sewing machine, man that thing was ancient! lol, she used to put too much oil in the oil pan of this thing and splash it all over the place! ah yes. she loved it. she was very content now. I seemed to know this was like a halfway house, this place I provided for her, but she was off the streets and thats all that mattered. then I left.
I just trusted there would be people/guides coming for her. but I woke up and never once did i think that she had died. not until June of this year, I found her death certificate online. love, alysia
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