Vanayssa asked me about when I first became interested in doing retrievals.

It was in the 80's I was initiated after reading about Bob Monroe's curl attached to his leg I think it was while Bob was astral traveling. the curl gravitated to it's own bst and blinked out. Must have just needed a ride. haha! Monroe taxi service.

then Vanayssa, from pondering on this situation deeply I must have set an intention without knowing it, as desire was a part of the intention "to know."

a guide came and escorted me during the night from my body. we entered a current and came to a scene of a boy in the alley. I wrote this into chapter 21 I think of my book coming out soon, Roadsigns.

I didn't do any more retrievals until around 2002, but enough paranormal events had happened in my life to get started thinking about writing a book, to see if I could contribute something that might be helpful to at least one other person.

Heres an interesting retrieval which sometimes occurs for me while my body sleeps.
My mother had died unknown to me. Since she had received a heart pacemaker thingy I just figured she was going to outlast me and didn't call home; thought she was mad at me anyway for bringing her to my sister's to live. she hadn't hugged me goodbye when I'd tried.

Mother had died in Nov.2005.  I found her on the internet by mistake one day while looking up another family members death through social security records. I found out her death date 6 months after she had died. was shocked.

More shocking was that I had done a retrieval on mother around the early part of the year of 2006 before I even knew she was gone. as I said, I figured her new pacemaker was going to take her into a lot of years. it gave her a year or two more of life perhaps, just not sure, at 83, its hard to tell about what the quality of life she had. I jotted the retrieval down in my log as I do every single dream or obe event and passed it off as thinking mom was probably wanting to make amends with me as we had parted a little anxiously the last time I saw her.

Heres the symbols and plot: I was in a new upstairs city type apartment, designed for when I came into the city which was frequent enough to warrant my having this place. It had a walk up I remember, like they have in new york. a busy sidewalk outside, some part of the astral plane I'm sure. I was in my apartment when I heard mothers voice calling to me frantically in that piercing tone she has..when the woman opens her mouth you just can't ignore her
I heard a man engage her in a short conversation, he asked her if she needed directions? Mother answered distractedly and with the same frantic need to find her way.
I stood in the lobby and shouted MOM!!! OVER HERE!!  she grinned and I hurried her upstairs as I had to calm her down, she was too agitated and I just knew everything was going to be all right.
I knew I had to go get the guides and assistance that I always have to go find them as I'm usually not one to go into focus 27, I just let somebody else do that.
I took her arm and we walked into a light filled sunny bright and clean and modern apartment, even I liked it there and I just knew her old Singer sewing machine would be set up in the living room as I wanted it to be there and envisioned it there.
It seems whatever service we do for humanity is connected to the afterlife locale to which we end up. Mother's service right there at the end was a sewing business she established, and when she worked at it, the whole town started flocking to this little white haired lady who would do anything that was asked of her on this ancient dilapadated piece of machinery which leaked oil all over the floor

nobody cared about the mistakes she did. they just wanted to have home style service in a world which is so depersonalized in terms of service that we've all become numbers on a ledger. she used to shine. I was proud of her even if she was hard to get along with.

Immediately mother saw her sewing machine which she dearly loved she rushed to sit down at it and began sewing happily in this bright area and I told her I had to go out but  I was sending someone to take her to another level soon, and meanwhile she was to wait here as she had everything there she would need.

Mother and I rarely talked of retrievals. She tried to get into ACIM but said she didn't understand it. She read romance novels. she wasn't afraid to give someone hell if they asked for it. she had a glow around her head in her later years.

What I may have retrieved is an aspect of her, as I do believe we can be retrieving aspects of people for later integration into the whole person, and these are like viable persons with life force although I can't explain this scientifically (yet!)

love rules...thats all u need to know to do retrievals.