Ice Cream! Of course. I am always so strung out with anxiety when I enter The Park or the Picinic area, that I never think of enjoying myself. Next time...I will pause and taste the ice cream/peanut butter sandwiches. That will be a new goal! Try to relax! Thanks for sharing those things, Spooky. Vanayssa

Thank you for your notes,  Mairlyn. It is so difficult to manage one's various human needs and yearnings when the family of origin is busy tearing itself to pieces and no one can do anything right and everyone is trying to correct everyone else, including even the most unhealthy members (who seem above all to believe their negative view of things is the correct one, strangely enough).
One of my family members actually lives in the town I am moving to, and I have not even told them I am moving there...the burden of family problems is too great, and I don't handle it in a helpful way anyhow. And this is very typical, I gather, of dysfunctional families, this not talking, not sharing, thing. We all give up on each other after a few years.
But being able to send healing to them in the non physical has been a tremendous boon to me, as i don't have to get involved in arguing and self-protection etc, just gather myself together, call on the healers, and give an hour or two over to these very beloved people who can't trust or get along with me or each other.
When they pass over, I get to help them find The Park and get them started in their new life, and wow, what a gift it is to have this wonderfully secret ability to help them when they most need it, even though I can't find my way to a relationship with them in this life.
A buddhist writer, very popular these days, I forget his name, a monk, some of you will have read him, advised in one book I bought to love them to pieces and phone them and say, my darling, darling sister, I love you so much, I cannot bear to have these troubles between us, and so on, and I actually tried that (which was NOT easy to do!!) and it did not work at all...I dunno the answer but I sure am glad I can go looking for them when they leave the physical and all their troubles and say, here I am, I love you so much, let me take you to Dad or Mom or whoever and everything will be fine.
As my compassion grows (hopefully it will) I possibly can do better with at least some of my siblings (those who are left, not many at this point).
Nice to think we are not too far from each other. No doubt it will be possible for us to meet in the not too distant future! Romain is quite a ways up the coast from me, but maybe we should have, you know, hey, a Moen Board NW Coast conference or something. Vee

Hi Stacy. Thanks for the post! One thing I have found when doing readings for people or doing retrievals or whatever, it doesn't take much to get someone moving in the right direction..it just takes the tiniest intimation of the right thing. So when you were practicing a retrieval and thought you messed it up, it might have been more perfect, but it sounds like you stirred the person and woke them up...that's the main thing. The reason we stay stuck is we don't wake up...when someone attends TMI and does Gateway, one of the things they listen to is a tape on which is a retrieval of a man named Patrick, a sailor hundreds of years ago, who was drowned in a shipwreck and spent about three hundred years floating in the sea, as he thought, clutching a piece of driftwood, which all was very real to him, no sense of passage of time though. But he was so distraught, it was so pitiful, some students get really angry because they feel so traumatized, having to listen to that tape. But the guy didn't know he was dead, that was the problem, and no sense of time, so the main thing he needed was to realize it was an illusion. No ocean, no driftwood, all in the past, he was now in the non physical. So just waking someone up, is a terrific gift. The tape is available from the store at TMI too. Vee

Hi again Vee,
building houses, cultivating forests, forming landscapes seems to be a favorite for many people over there (maybe even growing marijuana lol). I once felt I should create a place through my imagination for a person who is still living, as then, when this person passes over, a nice place is already there. It was a wooden hut in a wild meadow with woods around.  Horses I've seen often lately when I was attempting to meet a deceased person I know.

Spooky

hey there Vee, yes I knew a lady, well, I was asked to retrieve her. a young woman I found walking in the city..of all things, she was merrily shopping! for some, maybe we  cannot get enough of shopping. it is fun. she was a person who went to the gym a lot to keep her body in shape. so naturally I was picking up that she liked to dress up and do that shopping thing. her boyfriend did not believe me, although he asked me to retrieve her, but I know it was genuine, because I did not know that she went to the gym a lot, I just asked him later, did she work out? and it was true. I was getting that she needed to sort of get the shopping out of her system, and that she would be ok there for the moment. her boyfriend was missing her badly, but she was not concerned with the relationship for the moment. so we have a city scene there for her, but I was not getting that she had created the city, but that it had been created before she died.

on the other hand my husband produced somehow a house, with a split level floor when he passed on. I knew he liked this step up floor plan but didn't know he liked it that well, to implement one for himself, but my attention was directly drawn to the floor when I was out there looking.

the more I think about it, this visit with him must have been a retrieval because of the appearance of two male guides who were talking in earnest to him about involving him in some project, something to do with opening him up, a play they were putting on. I had gotten his attention, I do believe for the guides to come in.

my sister showed me a new house. (deceased) a ranch style, very conventional style, and my sister is a conventional gal. so now, I always see a cabin in the woods and little streams, I may use it for a vacation someday! love, alysia

Hi Vee, great story of your bros retrieval. I am also on the Island. Bamfield. You know Paul Alder, one of TMI's trainers is here on the Island also. In Port Alberni. He does work shops out of his house and around the Island.
Joe

Hi Alysia, thanks for that note about Matthew, I will go and look at that site. Vee