Dear Friends,

A week or so ago a friend sent me an e-mail and asked me to check out a man who had passed over suddenly the week before. His name was Chris, from Australia, and that was all the info I had (This is the most fruitful for me, as I am not at all frontloaded with any other info).

I found him rather easily with the assistance of a guide who was an older looking woman with a white head veil on, with a Red Cross on it, and I got she was a WWII nurse, and was a relative of his.

We same to an area of light, which felt like 25 or so in Monroe-speak. It was a somber, grey, rigid place, not dark, but not joyous at all. It felt Puritanical, Germanic, simple, black and white...

I walked across the broad porch. He was sitting on in a porch swing swayng back and forth slightly, and he looked up at the noise. The boards had squeaked under my feet, and I was surprised to look down and "see" I had feet and they were on a wooden porch, and the boards were squeaking under my "weight." I was almost lost to it as my left brain wanted to examine this for a minute. But when he spoke I was back there--

"I can see you," he said. He did not look surprised to see me.

I asked him if he remembered what had happened to him, and how he had gotten to where he seemed to be now. He said he had gotten dizzy and short of breath, and had a pain in his chest and head, and he fell face down. He had looked down at his body when someone had helped him up on to his feet, and he saw almost immediately that he was dead, his physical body at his feet. He said he immediately thought of his grandmother when she had died, and he was almost immediately on this porch, his grandmother's house, sitting on the swing as I had found him. He said he was with his grandmother and other family, and though he knew he was not "Home" he was content because he was with his family.

I asked for a pearl to bring back to the woman who had asked about him, and he said the name "Wattles" or "Waddles" or "Waffles" and I got it referred to a pet, a dog. He said he hated doctors, had never followed their advice, and he had had heart problems and high blood pressure in life. He was heavy set, strawberry blond with blue eyes, red faced and very fair skinned. He also said, "Jasmine" or perhaps it was "Tasman" (thank you left brain) being from Australia. He said he was "learning about the grays in a place of black and white."

He said again he was with his grandmother, like when he had been a boy, and would not leave her alone in that place.

Then the guide stepped in, and he recognized her immediately as his Great Aunt Edna (?) who was his grandmother's sister. He did not want to leave her there, and we "went" inside to a kitchen filled with food and food smells. When his grandmother saw her sister it got much lighter to me. The resonance of the Love-Which-Gives-All-and-requires-Nothing filled the "room" and the moment seemed to ring like a bell and stand still in time.

And in a blink we were in the Park.

I enjoyed this so much, especially that "moment" in no-time.

So far the only feedback I have is that dog's name really is Waffles....

Thomas

What a great retrieval Thomas.
Congratulation, well done and thanks for posting it; i enjoy reading those retreivals.

With love; Romain

Even my left brain is raising my eyebrows. Not so long ago I really thought I would NEVER go anywhere and NEVER be able to do this work consciously. I practice. I do a retrieval at least twice a week, and I am MUCH more successful in the process when I have a specific target instead of just offering to be of service or letting the Guide pick. Even if I intend to retrieve an aspect of my Higher Self/Selves I seem to have more success than being vague. The same is true for me when I "go" to the scene of catastrophe (like earthquakes or tsunami) and work: it helps to have a specific target.

And it is a big help to develop the habit of talking to a voice activated digital recorder to make notes, which I transcribe by hand immediately when I come back to C-1 consciousness and add to as I write and remember. It is like re-creating the state of mind, and Bruce talks about it in his books.

And it was most of all a great pleasure to respond to a dear friend, especially one that I met at Lifelines! I gotta say, though, that the RV program at TMI has really attenuated all of this for me. I feel like it really opened me up in a way the other frequencies did not. And now I do not need to listen to them any more...

And physiologically my brain does not know the difference.

Thomas