Kara needs assistance. she is in early 30's. she explained to me she thinks she is dead. I responded that since I received an email from her that I doubted that she was dead.

still, since she thinks she is dead, she requested a retrieval on herself. so I'm asking for help for her from any who are up to this. Anybody can send a thought of light to her, a thought of her recovery into the living, grounded area, here and now, she would benefit from your thoughts of love.
there is power in numbers. so I will do what I can, as I correspond with her, and she came to this board first, as she had no where else to turn. maybe we won't let her down then.
please help. love, alysia

This is for Kara, if you think it might help her, Laffingrain. Did a retrieval exercise last night and got a couple of images, but was too tired to complete, so did a more full one this morning.
Last night first image was of the Statue of Liberty, but very messy and fuggy looking, not clear, but the lady with the light was in view for sure. Then I saw a little girl, maybe in age ranging between 6 - 10, couldn't be sure, I saw the lower part of her body, I was puzzled at the time, but she was half in and half out of a hatchway of some kind, I wondered if she was exploring an old house or something, I could only see her little legs, clad in wooly warm black stockings and her kilt, she was wearing a little kilt skirt, clan colors were red, black and strips of green. She had a sweater on top, her top half was not really very visible, she was part way through this hatch, either climbing up or down, could not tell. At that point I had to give up and go to sleep.
This morning, I attempted entry to the past and to my surprise it came almost instantly. Suddenly I was looking at a boat or ship...nothing to gauge the size by, so I don't know how big it was. Could have been as big as a cruise ship or as small as a family yacht. A nice vessel though, well built and expensive by anyone's standards. It was being tossed (!!) in a terrible sea. I can't describe the sea. Waves beyond imagining were coming over the bow of the ship, sweeping the decks in the front of the vessel. I mean, waves like hundreds of feet high. You know the movie, The Perfect Storm? Like that. And all around them, a perfect maelstrom of water, a hell, unbelievable. Water moving in all directions at once. The boat clearly had no chance at all. I felt terror myself, watching it as it struggled to make way. Then a huge light appeared off ahead of the bow. It was a large light and could only be a lighthouse beam, up very close. That meant the boat was either on the rocks or almost on the rocks. I could not believe it, I put every will power I had into trying to make the boat turn around, but of course I could not alter history. It continued to inch forward, but I felt as though there was no one at the wheel, as though that person was swept away some time ago. The thing is, all this time, there was a pair of eyes, or a great eye, a consciousness, watching all this along with me, but not aware of me of course. This eye or awareness watched in rigid fear the boat as it struggled, I guessed the watching presence was the child herself, and her body was still alive on the boat, but she had fled her body in terror and was out at sea alone, watching it all. The image faded and was replaced with an image of the prow of a rowboat rolling gently in quiet water. Inside the rowboat, on the deck of it, was a metal pail with a lid. The pail was rectangular shaped, not round. the lid was hinged and attached but lying open on the deck, the pail was on its back and the lid open and coins spilling out. This pile of coins was important to the reason for the shipwreck. Then I saw a man, a very large, powerful man, fat too, but very muscled also, with the most enormous beard, black, grey, mixed. He was standing looking down at something, I presume, the coins, but I could not see what he was looking at. He was the moving force behind the wreck. I realized that this man was a pirate, modern, from the twentieth century, and had lured the boat to the lighthouse rocks knowing there was a fortune on board. How he got the coins, if the stuff was swept to shore or he did a diving job to get the stuff, I could not tell. I wondered if he operated his wrecking crew off the florida keys, like I have heard on the news in recent years,or if it was a different location, because of the statue of liberty last night. Don't know those answers. But the wreck was caused by pirates deliberately and this child died as a result. She was already outside her body when it died, and then there was more.I knew she was out there, on the water somewhere, stuck. I kept seeing vivid images of the boat and was reminded of Patrick, and those who have been to TMI Gateway or listened to the tape about Patrick, will know what I mean, a shipwreck that happened centuries ago and one of the crew still clinging to "life" on a piece of the ship centuries later, awaiting retrieval, which he finally got. So, aware of this, I started looking for the child in the tartan skirt. I took on the form of a misty sprite, a tall, floaty light and searched the area for her. I felt then a bit lost. What to do.This is where it gets sticky. The clear imagery fails me at some point, which is an incoming gift from spirit, and then I am cast upon my logic and imagination. That is where I no longer trust what happens. However, I logically searched for her body and found it, whether below the ocean or floating, I don't know. I pickedup the dead child and held her while I searched for her spirit. I called to the child. After a few minutes, found her by the intense presence of those watching eyes, full of fear, over by some cliffs. I reached out my arms to her and she came willingly. I had to reassure her that we would find her mommy and daddy (if they were in her life when she died, I had no way of knowing). She seemed to respond to that however. At this point she was not like the child I had seen coming down/up the hatchway. She was frail, more pale, fragile, and thinner. She was dressed in light, not the tartan skirt. I let the dead body go. Somehow. Not knowing what else to do I flew through the night to the Park...where else? I don't know anywhere else to go... and when we got there, at the entryway I use, by the roses, we stopped and I put her down on the grass, and there suddenly was her body, the little body as she was before, in the tartan skirt and black woolly leggings. The body was lying on the ground near us. She was still standing beside me in her spirit body. Her shoes had become visible at some point earlier, they were brown shoes with the little t-cross fastening across the top of the foot, all the kids wore those for many many years, with a buckle at one side. As we stood on the grass in the Park, I turned to her and said that her body was there and we should be grateful and kind to it because it had helped her so much. She had eaten yummy things and did lots of fun things in her body and it loved her. So we carried it over to a large tree, and picked flowers and lay them over the little body and left it there. She was slowly moving out of her terror trance bit by bit, not in a hurry. We left the little body there and walked on, I was looking for a building where I knew the guides were, who could find her mommy and daddy, but I felt very tired, the terror had taken a toll on me too. We approached the building I was looking for from above for some reason, from a great height, and went down  but with difficulty, there was some force resisting us, I had to hold her hand and push our way down through some kind of forcefield, it was strange and I have not encountered that before. As I landed with her on the floor, a gentle, smiling woman in black and white robes, not a nun but a guide, approached and reached out for her, she leaned out and went into the guide's arms easily and i felt really cross, wanted to see her rejoining her mum and dad, in fact I tried to hang around, left but snuck back trying to see without being seen somehow, and did not succeed, for some reason, but I did see something that had reappeared frequently throughout the reading, the entry and inside of a vast cathedral, I wondered if her father was a minister of some kind or something, but I couldn't tell. I got no more information and I was left standing around in the air in that cathedral, all shining gold and beautiful light, and I gave up and returned to my body reluctantly and feeling cross and a bit cheated...hm.  Maybe that is a help to Kara and maybe it isn't, just do whatever you think, Laffingrain. I failed to ask for names of the boat or the people or anything...should have done that. Vee

Hi Alysia,

I feel pretty new to all of this, but I would love to try and help Kara even if it is just in a thought of her recovery into the living.  I feel I had found this board a few years ago in a time when I felt like I was pretty much dead and just going through the motions of existing, but not fully living.  To start, I will light a candle for Kara and send her thoughts of light and love with the intention that she will find her way back to the beautiful life which is awaiting her.

Greetings,

Hi Vee!

I know you've done retrievals before, so I'm wondering can you tell how much is metaphor and how much is more literal?  I mean for the on earth/C1 parts--do you think the sea is real or perhaps a symbol for emotions etc? I hope Kara will let this interpretation sink in and see if it fits in whatever way possible, as I know you've done some super retrievals with others too!

If Kara has had a chance to read much on this site, she has possibly seen information on such partial retrievals and now realize that her feeling of death applies to some  part or aspect  of her being lost,--- not that she Kara is in danger of dieing now. So she need not feel a continuing threat, but does have that real loss.  I hope we can help out. (I'll try it too.)

Bets

Oh, GASP, it's so hard to breathe when trying not to burst into tears, don't you find??? No, that was no coincidence for sure! How wonderful, spirit is always aware of what is going on. In answer to Betson's question, that is a real problem for me. When I began to realize about ten years ago that the visual imagery running non stop through my mind (when my eyes are closed only) was meant for someone, and I began to include the transfer of that information to my reiki clients, some amazing things happened. Like, my first event of that nature, I saw an old woman on a park bench while doing reiki on a woman, I told her and I had described her recently deceased grandmother, and she was deeply moved. Then her husband came in for a healing and I gave him what I got, which was a long convoluted complicated story, which went on for about an hour, It involved a lifetime when he was with a very primitive tribe (by todays standards) in New Guinea and he was a medicine man for that tribe, and had an albino sister who was very psychologically dependent on him. He had to go for a vision quest and she was very afraid to be left alone, but he went. At the end of the reading, when he had finished the Quest, he had a dream which his albino sister brought to him in his dream, and in it, he had a hard red ball and it floated into his solar plexus in his dream.That's the rough sketch of it, and oh yes at the beginning, I saw a lot of native-type masks on a wall. This was my first experience of being really able to help someone in any way with the imagery. Turned out he had a collection of 90 death masks in his office on his wall, which he had been advised to remove for feng shui reasons. He was about to go off on a trip to China where he had made a training appointment with a Qi Gong Master who had told him that he would learn to place a hard red ball in his solar plexus and that would greatly enhance his power in life. He was dumbstruck at the clear description of all this and so, believe me, was I. So that stuff was very related to the real world, But I have done readings of past lives where it was clear to me that, for example, one reading, I could see and sense that a minister of a high anglican church in England in the 1800's, a young man in Canada today, he had forced an incestuous relationship on his lovely fair haired daughter who played the organ in the church, and it had sent her into a deep depression. But I was afraid to tell the client this and glossed over the information, to my shame today. But we have to learn, it's not easy to say something like that to a young man, you know? But it turned out, two weeks later, his mother came over to see me and told me that he had wakened her at 2 am to tell her a terrible secret he had kept from her all his life...her mother had sexually assaulted him, and other boys in the family, years before when he was 8 years old or so. So, even though I did not give him the information - which may well have been metaphorical, he may never have had that sexual relationship with his daughter in the 1800's - the awareness of what had passed through my visual imagery machinery had transferred to him despite my reluctance to do my job, and he benefited from the message from his guides anyway. There are many stories like that, some metaphorical, some real world, and I don't know the answer, or how it works, or even if it is real, but in the end, I gave up struggling to know the answers and just gave the clients what they were given through the imagery...sort of, pass on the message and mind my own business. That's the best I can do for an answer. I hope it is not off topic too much and I am just attempting to answer that question Betson. I haven't done anything to earn this visual gift, it just came with the package...started when I was little, but it was many years before I recognized it as having any purpose. Hope I am not in trouble for explaining all that. Vee

no you're not in trouble lady your guides made you post the story.