It is 3:45 now, I finished a practice effort at retrieval which I started at 1:45 and posted a note to say I was going to do this. I just am "reporting" in to say what happened or seemed to happen. Sorry to say I think this was all probably not real, but imagined, but I'm not sure of course. First, I was bothered by accidentally "dropping in" on a couple of people as I guess I left my body. I have worked as a psychic for many years and this got in the way...I saw what might be a couple of news items which, if I didn't imagine them, may be in the near future...one was a ship which seemed to be in collision of a huge ice floe or was at least very close to it, touching it in fact, perhaps monitoring it anyway. The other was a view of an outside balcony from Buckingham Palace, with some announcement or other about to be made...it felt like that anyway. Pardon me if that all sounds like the most complete nonsense. It might be. I just had a difficult time getting into any "place" where I might start a retrieval. After a long time, I finally was flying over a vast forest, I felt scared, it was really, really wild country and far from any place I knew. Then I saw and "felt" that I was scrambling for balance on the very edge of a cliff edge, the edge of the cliff was giving way, I couldn't get my balance, I sort of tripped or something, and then I was a long way from the cliff and watching as someone fell and fell and fell, the mountain side was sheer and thousands of feet to the bottom. There was snow, it was wintry, but the sheer mountain side was free of snow. I really thought I was being silly. Imagining all of this. I floundered around there in the air far above the scene for a few minutes, blocked by something, could not move downward, but struggled against the block and suddenly I was actually already down on the ground looking at a frozen figure, cloaked entirely in ice. It was sitting upright, its arms around its knees, its head half down, dejected and lost, very bewildered and very very cold. The ice was so thick it felt like I could not get through to the person but I approached and said Hello and spoke very firmly and said they should get up, get to their feet, I would help them up. The figure got up and suddenly the ice was gone and I could see the person, it was a woman dressed for the mountains, a young woman, perhaps in her thirties, she said her name was Kathy. Kathy Carreira. She was blonde with green eyes. Of course, as you can see, I was making all this up as I went along. But I continued just for the heck of it. I told her she had passed out of her body (hard to lie under the circumstances) and she flashed a furious look at me, she was very hard, this girl, athletic hard I mean, solid as a rock, very fit and healthy and very smart and no-nonsense. A lot of confidence, beyond my own experience. She had on sort of some brown outfit, warm and expensive and made for adventures in rough places. The outfit also had leather belts, like around her waist, a wide heavy leather belt, a heavy leather strap going up over her shoulder, and so on, I don't know the purpose of the leather strapping she wore. She was quite beautiful in fact and definitely an intimidating woman, used to power. I tried to behave confidently (ho ho) and kept hold of her arm and guided her out of the woods and took her to The Park (I don't know any place else to take people). She was indignant but didn't know what to do but obey me. She was a bit confused but not about to take any crap from anyone either. I moved quickly because I knew if I fiddled around and tried to persuade her much, she would refuse to go with me. I got her into the park and, to try to help her understand she was dead, but in fact, still alive in a new but real sense, I asked her to stop for a moment and I lifted a rose branch toward her. "Smell these roses", I said. "They're great." They were white, heavy, old fashioned roses. She smelled them and said, astonished, they smell wonderful. We moved toward the Picnic Area (I don't know where else to go) and as we moved down the path to the benches and the people, a man stood out from the crowd, a dark man with a mustache, handsome and again, definitely a dominant, confident type, but very gracious, and moved toward us and said "Kathy!" She immediately moved away from me toward him, saying "Uncle Fargas!" (A name I have never heard in my life). I left her in his care and as I turned around and hurried away back down the path, I heard him say "Tell me what happened". So that is that. At that point, my dog was poking his nose into my side and my cat was hollering for some food, and I got up. I regret if this sounds silly. It is what happened in my head. Anyway, that's that. I will go take my dog for a walk now. Vanayssa

Thanks, laffingrain for your encouraging comments and I love the little red rose at the bottom...pretty smart! How'd you find that?? I looked her name up on the web and it came up right away, it seems it is a fairly common name...I will do as you suggest and next time I practice I will ask for a Guide and I will ask that I am able to tell more clearly if it is all real or just all made up. It sure would be nice to have a guide...I was scared flying over those remote, huge forests. Still. I love the quote you have at the bottom of your emails...Yea Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for I have trained there...great stuff! Vanayssa

Greetings lady-retrievers,

I'm not into playing fashion police, lol, but I'm wonderring about how up to date her wool outfit was, and with all those leather straps.  However expensively made, wool absorbs moisture. Seems like synthetics have replaced most leather and wool, also due to the weight.

It happened recently enough she had the nickname, but she may have been up there a long time, since the turn of the previous century even?  Perhaps that was the symbolism of your hovering--or you had to wait until she actually died from the fall. Her handsome guy waiting for her may also have been in the AL.  Did you notice what he was wearing and any others around there?

I don't think it was a fake retrieval.  Now that you say you're a psychic, I see why you're getting some harder assignments, such as Carriera's obstinacy; it's because you are already familiar with leaving C1.     Congratulations, Vanayssa!

Betson