Hi everyone,

I discovered around a year ago that an old friend of mine from the 80‘s, I’ll call him Gary, passed away, and although  I had not seen him for years, I didn’t want to assume anything about where he may have landed after death, if he needed any help and so on.  He had been a detective--a good one, and like so many had developed a sour, jilted attitude about life, including anything to do with an afterlife. When he started entering my thoughts on a daily basis a few months ago I decided to see what was up. Here’s what happened.

Once I was in blackness it didn’t take long for a Helper to arrive, a woman. I was surprised when she stood squarely in front of me and sent the idea for me to stay put for a moment. She then moved closer and let me know about Gary--that he had died with a lot of fear because of his assumption that he was headed for nonexistence.  He had managed to keep his physical body going as long as possible, but the delay had only allowed him to really panic, trapped in a body that wasn‘t working anymore. I answered that I understood  and with that I followed her as we floated in the blackness.

Within a few seconds we arrived outside the door of a hospital room and I could feel we were in Focus 23. With the Helper choosing to remain outside, I then moved into the room and saw Gary lying on a partially elevated bed, covered with a white sheet and blanket up to his chin.  As I stood next to his bed I focused on any instructions that could have been coming from the Helper, and got that all was good.

Gary then suddenly opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look at me. He appeared so different from when I last saw him. His dark hair now white and mostly gone, his eyes weary and washed out blue, his once tall and husky frame now diminished.  He stared at me and as recognition dawned he asked what I was doing there. I smiled and said I just wanted to see how he was doing. He had a heart problem and cancer, indicating it was the cancer that was doing him in. I could feel how unhappy he was, at times so desperate for some measure of control regarding his health and hospital stay. 

After a pause I suggested that he and I get out of that room for awhile, a change of scenery would do him good…I knew of a beautiful park we could visit. He looked at me as if I had lost my mind, saying, “Go where? Like this?”, as he raised his arms with IV tubing and other wires dangling. I then knew he was unable to walk and had likely been bedridden for some time. I suddenly had a quick visual of the two of us out for a stroll, Gary rolling along in his bed with IV and other hospital stuff trailing. Not sure if I was getting that hilarious picture from him or we were both getting it from an outside source, but I could tell he thought it was funny. That was the Gary I had known way back when.

After another pause he took on a troubled look and started complaining that there was never any hospital staff around. I pretended to be concerned  but didn’t say anything to that. It felt as if he needed to ‘talk out’ his confusion--come to some kind of realization on his own, and as I continued watching him that’s exactly what happened. He looked up at me and an instant knowing passed between us. It hit him that being alone in the hospital--for how long from his perspective I have no idea--the absence of staff, patients and visitors could only mean one thing---he had already died. He was amazed, speechless.

I could then feel to my left more than one person enter the room and I told Gary he had visitors. Lots of people. His mother was the first to reach his bedside. And then something happened that surprised me. I was suddenly moving up and backwards, away from the scene, and it was not what I had intended nor wanted. I even struggled for a few seconds  trying to stop my flight, protesting by moving my arms and legs and mentally sending out a, “Noooo!”, but I soared right up and out of F23 (lol!).

Thanks for reading and much love,

Ginny

Thanks for sharing that experience, Ginny!

It's encouraging and interesting to hear of variations on what we might expect! 

Bets

Hi you guys,

Thanks for the feedback. When I initially started retrieving in 2001 I was so thrilled to be able to do it that I made more than a few mistakes, and there was always a Helper to step in and either correct me or escort me out---lol ! Being pulled up and back kinda felt like that again. I really wanted to see where Gary was going with his family and friends but Helpers always know what's best, so oh well.

Much love,

Ginny