Greetings,

This retrieval was different for me in that
it happened directly after i asked for it early this morning,
the first part was set by Guidance or whatever directs these things, and in the second part I had to stay alert and figure my next moves.

Last night I woke up about 2 a m and thought that since I was awake anyway, I would ask for a retrieval.  Then I must have almost clicked out because the next thing I was conscious of was being taken down a long dark downward-sloping tunnel. Guidance or someone was talking to me and the part I was conscious of was that I was good for this one because i could stay calm. I considered getting uncalm about whatever it was that needed calmness  ,   then thought I'd rely on their judgement. Very little light was down there but occasionally a few sparkles showed an arched ceiling. The tunnel was the longest I've been in and we seemed to have to walk, no hovering-floating. I decided to callout Hello! in a friendly tone but the guides told me to be quiet. 
My sense of the guides dissappeared and I had to proceed. A sense of other energy in front of me stopped me but still I could see nothing. "Are you there?" I asked. Yes, the timid answer.
For some reason I immediately reached forward and took something, broke it by hand , then stepped on the pieces. "You won't need these anymore," I announced, while wonderring why did I do that? The pieces looked like glasses with extrawide square rims. "Here, let me lead you out to where they will heal you,' I said without knowing why.

Then unexpectedly my husband called me and I had to leave for about 45 minutes. I asked that I be taken back to the same place and set my intent to apologize for leaving, be more gentle and find out more.

When I got back I took the small hand that was offerred and asked his name, etc. He had been burned in a farming accident in 1937, had only a mother, had no concept of heaven, only of hard work.  I asked him what he wanted more than anything, thinking it would be his sight back. He said a dog. We walked and walked until finally I thought to offer him a sandwich, then we walked some more but a light glow was developing. When we got to the top a figure with a dog like he had described was coming toward us.

I thought, oh good, the Helpers are here, and started to turn so I could go to sleep. but they said 'You're not done yet." so I stayed with the boy Jimmie while he played with his dog, they bandaged him loosely and put him and his new dog in a station wagon. I never looked at his scars directly.

The places where my will was in accord with what they wanted and then sometimes wasn't --that perplexees me and makes it different from lucid. At the same time I was completely trusting that their will was in charge.   

Betson

Enjoyed reading your retrieval. Thank you for sharing.  How special to have a child to help. A young spirit looking for motherly guidance. I would say that Jimmie made a good choice in you. L&L-- cat

Greetings 

Thank you all for your comments. Your views are really helpful in thoughts
and feelings.

-Getting sat on by a Helper---Dancingalysia , they must get special treatments ready for you when they see you coming lol!

Spooky asked: "Interesting is this order that you had to linger a little while before leaving. I wonder why- was it for you to learn something, or was it because the contact wasn't established then to full degree/safety for the helpers to move him to his future place?"
Good question, spooky; I hadn't thought about it and still don't sense the answer. They were fully formed and visible, busy in the background arranging stuff in the car (carrier?). What they were doing didn't look that hard or important IMO, but who am I to say. (Aha, as I wrote 'didn't look that hard', my left arm got some numbness, like some circulation got cut off, so I added IMO and it eased. Some message must be in that, that preparations were necessary and I shouldn't demean it.  Thanks, spooky, for bringing that out.

IDCat, funny, I don't think of it that way but what you say relates to my husband's repeated comment when he sees me heading for the computer: "Going to check on your brood?" he asks, because he knows I worry about some of what happens here.  Funny, I used to be a moody artist, and now I'm a broody web-ster? It's a journey in self-discovery too, isn't it? 

LLove, Bets