Thinking about what Retrievals mean to me personally; scusa moi I'm learning MS for the first time.

I think what it did for me personally was make me aware that I was more than I thought I was. It was a boost to my self confidence level in my daily life.
  Due to a recent thread I credit a poster here with inspiring me to try to share these life changing experiences called retrievals. I try to simplify because I want others to be thinking on them and trying to do one, or just share here if you have done one or more, and what it means to you personally, how it helped you within your own psyche.
   This way maybe we can promote the act of retrievals and incorporate them into our everyday lives as not a mystery and not only for the contemplative, but I would bring them into the domain of the average person who has to go to work everyday, or take care of the children and hasn't much time for contemplative journeys or reading.
   I was reading Robert Monroe back in the 80's for the 2nd time, I forget if it was Far Journeys or Ultimate Journys, but there was a particular story about a little curl which attached itself to Monroe on one of his obes. So unobtrusive was this curl Bob hardly noticed his energy form clinging on. I wondered intensely about this. Bob inquired of his clinginess and the curl then asked if it was ok to ride along with Bob's energy form to which Bob replied he didn't see the harm of that.
  As they traveled on through the ethers it wasn't long before Bob became aware the curl had blinked out, he assumed the curl had found his station of interest.
  What intrigued me was the thought that Bob had somehow given the curl some help to get from point A to point B. I thought that Bob's energy field must have been larger, and able to accomodate a hitchhiker as it were. I had seen this happen in RT. (Real time) where a certain strong type of person attracts side kicks, supporters, people who want to learn something from the stronger, leader type persons, so they could be a bit like the go-fers of the president, and I didn't see anything negative about the little curls activities.
  Actually, I was proud of Bob that he would give the strange little curl a ride. Maybe Bob was like a current of consciousness and had plenty of room in his back seat for those to ride along as long as they did not put a drain on him. Evidently this *curl did not drain him as Bob forgot about him until he looked down and noticed the curl had blinked out; here he explains that he thinks the curl had found his belief system which suited his interests.
   I thought of spirits and curls then. Wondering what these levels of being were all about. Did some float out there? Looking for their place? And was it possible we could help each other, once we were in the afterlife to find our places? I was sure this was a retrieval of sorts and that Bob had helped the curl with the "lift."
  I wondered what sort of person I was and if anyone would "ride" along with me should I be out there and about? I wanted to help a curl too to find it's place. I also wanted to help people in RTZ. But I had no knowledge of myself or capabilities in this area. I didn't think the universe was so unorderly that floaters were a possible reality on the other side. I wanted to go see what was up. The act of concentrating fiercely on what is true and what is not true set up an intention within my soul to see what I could find out, to access my worth in helping another out if I could.
   I think I almost felt sorry for the curl when maybe this was how things were and we were supposed to help each other here in the evolution of our souls through acts of charity or retrievals or just letting a curl ride along aways.
   It wasn’t long after I completely forgot about my desire to “know,” that I had an amazing experience. In the dead of night, in a deep sleep, I was awakened by some being, I call her a guide and I went with her to the scene where she said I would be tested on my ability to retrieve another. I was of course a little nervous, as I might fail to help someone.
  I had one moment while I was talking to the retrievee where I became one with his emotions, which were feelings of desperate yearning. He was in a heavily charged area of this. My guide shouted at me not to merge my own yearning with his, not to do this, as I would surely blink back into my waking consciousness, a failure. I collected my wits and made another approach to the boy in the alley. This time I was successful in not being pulled into the terrific emotions, or terrified emotions I should say.
I was to practice my “soothing” voice. This is what secured his attention upon me, as at first so caught up in his emotions was he, that he could not see me. As I continued to sooth and talk to him that it was time to stop running from the cops, do his time and start over fresh, he at last stopped the running and some guides closed in and took him to another level.
  Many years went by until I found this board and asked Bruce what it was all about. Bruce said that if I wasn’t sure I had been successful, I could return in my mind to the image of the scene and ask further questions about the success or reality of this retrieval. As I took his advice to return, I saw it was successful and that I could help others this way and that helping others in my C1 would get easier also. I took up the study of retrievals and found it a valid pathway to help myself become more than I thought I was.  As the years went on I studied A Course in Miracles, as retrievals seemed like healing miracles to me. I discovered that the human being at their core have inside a wish to do well, a wish to extend themselves to others in our unique compassionate ways. We love each other, we just don’t quite know how to show it sometimes, or we’re learning that as we go. And it’s ok what it is. At sometime in life we may ourselves feel like a floater who needs a lift somewhere. Thank god a ride does sometimes come along! I was going to talk about another very real retrieval, feeling I could milk it for some verification for another perhaps, perhaps not, but I felt it was necessary to start from the beginning. So tomorrow’s another day. Thanks for all who read me, I try to only speak from the heart and when I can it even becomes logical.
Love, alysia
   

As I think about that Vee, I believe the curl was a child, although Bob didn't say this, my feeling is it was. as I recall he would meet a curl now and then who seemed naive, or wistful, as a child might be. the curl asked permission to ride. I thought that was interesting as well.
love, alysia
sounds like good reading of mr Washington!

yes, that was a profound experience Jean, it's a little awesome I'll bet to feel your consciousness in two places and making decisions and all in either place. I'm sure if I was there or part of me I would have been making plenty of subtle and maybe not so suble, lol, suggestions you return to this board!
it seems like the average human has to either have an NDE, or something darn close, or go through the truama of losing a loved one before they start thinking about these other areas of exploration of our greater selves. so maybe theres a master plan in it.

I also recall several stories of being under laughing gas and having obes..I tried it once but I didn't obe, just felt like giggling and stayed in body..sigh....

Hi Jean u said: All along I thought the curl was Bob's energy before, in linear terms, he became a humanoid. Oh well, maybe I too will have to re-read those experiences.
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it's tricky, because we are taught by general psychology that everything and being we encounter out there is a part of our own psyche. in ordinary dreaming I can see this would be so, or that the figures can oft time reflect and embody a thought form. sometimes I see my daughters with me out there too, in dream or obe, a part, a shadowy part of their awareness..familys are like units, so close..I feel so at one with my kids, it's like they express some basic parts of my own psyche, yet they have their own makeup.

but this curl I'm of the opinion was separate from Bob as he blinked out and was no more mentioned by Bob, the same of another curl standing in line for it's first incarnation and it was implied by some, it could have been a former part of the animal kingdom going in for it's first experience as a humun soul. something to think about, as my sister's spirit took over the body of a crow after she died, just briefly, thank god, but still, this form versus spirit seems a nebulous thing.
I have seen several versions of myself once in a while and once stepped into another woman's form, (weird, it was like a stage area) I stepped into her body to play out a script, of a retrieval. guides were there so everything seemed quite natural.

I always feel like me as I don't know who else I'd feel like, it's basically my energy/emotional body that makes me know I am having an experience out there.

its good to have you with us, when you drop by. thanks, alysia