Over the past several years I had been helping with a number of war related retrievals. Observing the deaths, and in many cases seeing the effects of the loss on living loved ones, began to affect me deeply. I kept wondering why I was assisting with so many war retrievals, when I didn’t even have a military background. At least a military background in this lifetime.
For several months I stopped with retrieval work becoming more frustrated and negative about the deaths caused by war. After an attitude adjustment and some healing help from my higher self, I had the opportunity to participate in a war retrieval that validated the importance of this work.
Immediately after expressing my intention to help with any retrieval, a soft woman’s voice spoke to me. “Will you help me get my brother?” This was the first time someone came and asked me for help in spirit form. I immediately told her I would. She led the way and I followed with my two guides on each side of me.
We arrived at a war scene, set in a very green lush forest or jungle area. The woman who asked for help was standing next to me. As we watched, a solider in faded sweaty green fatigues with his sleeves rolled halfway up his biceps, was viciously yelling and screaming and shooting the native villagers. “This is my brother, Max O’Connor”, spoke the woman next to me with sadness. Max shot into the chest of one of the native men who stood in front of him to protect the other villagers. This scene would continue to play over and over with Max screaming and yelling and continuing to shoot the villagers.
I asked my guides to help me understand what was happening. I was given a knowing that Max had joined the military at a young age, against his family’s wishes. He fought in WWII and moved up in rank to sergeant in the Marine Corps. He had gained a reputation for being aggressive with an attitude. His men called him Mad “Max” O’Connor.
When the Korean War broke out Max had eagerly anticipated his chance to go. He led a group of men who had been ambushed. At this point, I was asked by my guides if I would like to continue, that what I was about to see was very intense and upsetting. I agreed to continue.
I was shown a scene where Max and his men came upon the village I had been observing. A sniper or some enemy shooters had shot some of Max’s men as the came into the village. Max’s best friend was killed immediately. Max and the remaining men began shooting anyone in the village, women and children. They would smash the victim’s heads with their rifle butts, some soldiers where even dismembering wounded women and children. The village holy man ran out in front of Max holding up his arms screaming for Max to stop. Max, in a blind rage, shot him almost at point blank range.
Eventually Max and the rest of his men where all killed, the village lay in ruins and the enemy shooters disappeared. Max continued to experience the rage and anger from seeing his best friend and his men die. Max continued to kill the villagers and the holy man that ran out to stop him over and over.
I felt almost as if I was going into shock. It was very intense. “Can you help my brother”, came the soft voice? Looking at Max I could see the reddish blond hairs on his arms, he had a slight almost skinny build, he was emitting such anger and rage as he ran around the jungle shooting and screaming, “I will do everything I can”, I told Max’s sister.
With all my heart I asked my guides to help me and give me the strength and knowledge to help Max release from these events.
What unfolded was short of a best selling novel or a feature film. I appeared to Max as a commanding officer, I grabbed Max and told him we had a mission for him. Max acted almost as if he was shocked by electricity. He jolted awake from his rage with some confusion and stuttered, “yes sir, yes yes sir”.
The scene around us changed to an open meadow on top of a small hill or mountaintop. A helicopter was next to us. I told Max that he and a couple of men where going on a rescue mission to bring out American soldiers. Max immediately became excited. The four men accompanying Max where helpers or guides.
The helicopter landed in the area next to the village we had been observing. The smoke from the burning huts and fences was drifting through the trees. As Max and the four helpers in combat fatigues jumped out of the helicopter, they immediately heard the screaming of a soldier for help. Max and one of the four men ran to this soldier who was sitting up against the trunk of a tree.
At this point I became more of an observer than a participant, as I watched the helper with Max kneel down and perform first aide on the wounded soldier. I recognized the wounded soldier as one of the original men of Max’s that was killed entering the village. Max watched in amazement as the wounded man was healed before his eyes. Max commented on how good a medic the helper was. The helper took the wounded soldier to the helicopter and disappeared with him.
Max ran over to the next helper who was doing first aid on another one of Max’s soldiers. Again, you could see the amazement in Max’s face as he watched his man get healed and led off to the helicopter by another one of the helpers.
What happen next was truly amazing. Again, I was only observing, and I was astounded at how this retrieval was happening on its own and I was just watching it.
Max found himself standing over the body of his best friend. Max began yelling for one of the helpers to come and save him. What happened next sent chills up my spine. The holy man that Max had shot appeared before Max. Without saying a word, he took Max’s hand into his and pressed it down upon the chest of Max’s dead best friend. You could see Max struggling to pull away. Max had fear in his eyes. The holy man showed no emotion, only an amazing strength to hold Max’s hand in place over the bullet hole in his friend’s chest.
An intense energy must have been flowing through Max because he closed his eyes and his body began to shake. The body of his best friend began to move, Max’s eye shot open and he looked down into the eyes of his best friend who was smiling at him. The holy man released Max’s hand and Max fell to the ground hugging his best friend. After a few moments Max stood up and hugged the holy man. You could see a brighter light emitting from Max. Max grabbed the holy man’s hand and literally ran around the village placing both his and the holy mans hands on all the villagers that where killed. Healing them, bringing them back to life. Max went to a child that had an arm cut off and healed it. He brought back to life all those they had killed.
You could see an overwhelming light and love emitting from Max. Max never said a word, but his actions spoke of the forgiveness he sought. Max’s sister was at my side telling me “thank you, thank you”.
After returning to the physical, I was truly thankful for the opportunity to witness this retrieval. Two of the other soldiers that were killed with Max were retrieved during Max’s retrieval. I am sure that many of the villagers where helped, even by Max.


Sincerely,

Mikeel

“our journey has no end, only great beginnings”

What a great retrieval! Thanks for posting Mikeel!

Spooky