I awoke abruptly in the middle of the night vividly remembering this experience.  My involvement in this experience was that of a point-of-consciousness observer.  To me, it was like watching a movie.  

I am seeing a man sitting in a transportation station.  He's a cab driver who is sitting and waiting for a customer.  I’m not actually part of the scene, but my point-of-consciousness perspective has me hovering in front of him.  He's not speaking to me, but I feel what I know about him as if I'm receiving communication from him.  He's been waiting a long time for someone to come along, and once someone gets there he will have a job to do.  He's pleasant and patient, but at this point I have no idea this is one of "those" experiences, and all I am thinking is that I feel sorry for this cab driver who has nothing to do but wait.  

In the distance behind him I see a woman approaching but then she hesitates.  She appears happy and very confident and self-assured.  She is carrying a big handbag on her shoulder and appears to be a traveler and I think, "Ok, good.  Maybe this guy finally has a customer!"  But the woman seems to be careful about how she approaches this guy.  I wonder to myself why she is being hesitant, and then just by looking at her I can sense that she is deciding that she will have to pretend to need a ride.  So then I wonder to myself why she needs to pretend.  

The next thing I know is that we are all in this guy's taxi, which seems to be more of a mini-van than a cab.  My perspective is still just an observer, as I don't feel physically part of the scene and I don't feel as if they see me as part of the scene.  

The woman is sitting in the back seat behind the passenger seat, and the man is in the driver's seat.  He's driving down a vacant road.  It's dark out.  It feels late to me.  I wonder where we are going.  When he is speaking to the young woman, my focus is turned toward him, and when she is speaking my focus is turned toward her, as if I am merely turning my head to follow their conversation, but I have no physical body in this experience.

The man is making pleasant small talk and he's looking at her in the rear view mirror occasionally.  The woman is a young, pretty, black woman, early 20s.  To me she seems so "together", a quality I admire.  She begins telling the driver that she's on a quest looking for her father, and she also tells him that she wonders if her father is looking for her as well.  It makes me wonder if this man is her father.  Is that what she’s alluding to?  He's a white man, maybe in his 50s, and although it's possible, he makes no acknowledgement about it so I quickly realize that's not what this is about.  

The man is genuinely interested and listens attentively.  She then mentions that she is pregnant, and for the first time I notice that she is.  She tells him that she wouldn't want her own child to be lost and looking for her, the way that she feels lost and is looking for her own father.  I feel my sense of woman's intuition tell me that she’s lying--not to deceive, but in order to pretend something.  I wonder to myself why she's trying to fool him into believing she’s lost and on a search for her father.  The cab driver expresses that he wants to be of help to this young woman.

I turn to him and get the impression that he's feeling very flattered that he can be of help.  He is of the mind frame that being a driver is his way of helping people find where they need to go, and he's more than happy to help out.  

I finally feel like I'm catching on as to what's really taking place here.  She doesn't really need his help, she's here to help him.  

The driver suddenly remembers something important, and he's surprised he's forgotten.  He had two young boys once.  They died in a car accident many years ago.  It seems her conversation has opened him up to remembering this part of his life that he's been able to forget.  As he tells her about the loss of his own children, he tells the young woman he understands how she feels.  He wouldn't want his own boys to be lost either, but he hasn't thought of them in such a long time he can't remember when he lost track.  All he's known is that he's been waiting such a long time to give someone a ride.  He wishes he could find his boys, but he knows that they are gone now.  He has accepted their death and he has moved on, continuing to do his job helping people get to their destinations.  Being focused in his work has made it easier for him to "forget" about his sons' deaths.  

She abruptly changes the subject by announcing that she needs to go up this mountain road that is to our right.  That is her ultimate destination.  This made me wonder why she is suddenly changing the subject.  The man was just telling about the death of his two sons and obviously it was bringing back painful memories, so why would she suddenly change the subject??

To me it seemed a little rude and out of place, but it caused the driver to instead notice something up ahead on the road that he didn't notice before.  He swears he's driven this road a hundred times and has never noticed the mysterious fog up ahead and to our left.  His attention is so focused on the road up ahead that he expresses that he'd really like to go that way instead.  

The nice young woman kindly suggests that we drive over and see, and she says she has plenty of time to get to her destination.  I quickly think to myself, "Oh she's good.  She knows exactly what she's doing.  She's leading him on exactly how she wants."  But at this point I'm still not sure why.  

The man is very appreciative of her suggestion and without hesitation he drives up ahead to the road on the left.  We turn and drive down that road and come to a place in the middle of the road where we can't go any further.  This road is secluded and surrounded on each side by thick trees.  It seems like the kind of road that doesn't get heavy traffic, and the fog makes it seem a little spooky to me.  The driver and the woman get out of the cab, and I follow still in my point-of-consciousness mode.  

Two young boys are alone, shivering, and scared of the dark.  I immediately sense they are brothers, maybe twins, about 8 years old.  We learn that they have been out lost on this road for a very long time.  They have lost track of how long they've been out there, but they say they just keep wandering and waiting to find a way home.  

I notice that we aren't the only ones out here.  Slowly, other people come out into the scene.  They too have been there a long time, obviously aware of the frightened boys and wanting to be of assistance but not wanting to scare them.  

The boys said when the others came they became more frightened and walked the other way, and felt they walked a very long time until finally finding an abandoned house.  Once they got inside though, the house was just a small room with large windows looking out onto the road.  It didn't make sense to them, because from the inside of the house it looks as though the house is sitting right in the middle of the road.  The boys can see the other people through the large window looking back in at them.  The boys hide in the house until the others leave, then they go back out onto the road.  The other people don't actually leave, but come out again trying to reach the boys, but it frightens them and they hide again.

From my own perspective I can see that these other people just want to help the children but can't seem to make them understand that.  When the boys explain hiding inside the abandoned house, I get the understanding of how the boys see them.  They see these people as ghosts, scaring them.  

I get the feeling that this scenario has been going on back and forth for quite some time.  I feel the exhaustion of this situation and it feels like dreadful loneliness to me.
 
The cab driver who has been quietly standing off to the side listening this whole time is suddenly overwhelmed with emotion at realizing that these two young boys are his boys who died long ago.  I didn't even put that together until he spoke up.  I was surprised to hear this.  He had no idea they were lost and waiting, just as he had no idea that he had been lost and waiting too.  Then it hit me, the man is dead too.  This was the first time in this experience that it dawned on me that the woman was here to take everyone home.  Still just a point of consciousness, I felt so surprised and overwhelmed to finally understand all this.  I began to wonder why I was there and how I got there, but I appreciated observing this special reunion.  

The nice young woman kneels down in front of the two boys and she talks gently to them, explaining that she knows how they feel.  She knows what it's like to feel lost and alone.  She tells them it's over now.   They can all go on this trip up the mountain together.  The reunion is a happy one.  Being a mom, I feel such relief these boys don't have to feel frightened and lost anymore.  


Sorry that was such a long story, but thanks for reading.  The reallness and vividness of this experience were unbelievable.  

Vicky

Thanks for writing it down in all the details Vicky!

Spooky

Hi Vicky and all,

Maybe your presence and ability to empathize with several--All?--of the souls involved gave them the calming reassuring energy they needed, even without your verbal involvement?

*  * Vicky's book will show how sensitive she is to spiritual/afterlife influences. She has developed the ability to 'operate'?/ live? very successfully on both sides of what most of us still feel is a curtain. I feel fortunate I got an early peek at her manuscript, because it has showed me better how to accept the world that exists without time or physical limits! Thank you so much, Vicky, for sharing your insights!

Bets

excellent retrieval, or observation of one Vicki, never seen one quite as well described. you really are a good writer, with the details.

what stands out the most for me in this, is the boys considered the people who were there to assist them, as ghosts.
this points out that physically based vibratory rate retrievers, are the more easily seen by the retrievee and points to the reason why us physical retrievers are able to perform on this other dimension.

and no other retriever has been able to reflect on this matter quite as well as Vicky to date, but it has been a reaccuring question for years.
Simply put, helpers of nonphyiscal embodiment look unreal or as Vicki put it, like ghosts.

I would say, the fear in the little boys, was acting as a block to them, to be able to move onto a more comfortable station. Doubt and fear can also construct a false reality.
now we have love on the scene.

the dad buried his love, his memory, understandably of his boys he thought he lost to death. then he makes his transition to the other side and becomes stuck himself in the same "waiting" pattern his boys are stuck in.
The young woman jogs his memory by leading the conversation to thoughts of the father image, thus he remembers he once was a father himself. Love is remembered, love will win out over the fear that binds us in whatever circumstance.

I would point out, not in a recriminatory manner, yet the man, if he had not buried his love, if he been able to deal with the pain of losing the kids before he left the earth plane, the children would have been retrieved by his love and remembrance of them and would not have been stuck, waiting for their own retrieval. Because the pain was so great, to lose kids, must be the worst that can happen to us on the earth, my opinion. some parents commit suicide if this happens to them, and I assume he didn't do that. I'm pointing out, the need for retrievals and that they can be performed while we are still in the body. In a sense, the father was doing the retrieval, with assistance, I'm saying all of us, alive now, can do retrievals, if we can face the pain of some of the things we go through.
F=false
E=evidence
A=appearing
R=real

Love is real. fear is false evidence.
retrievals are acts of love.  wonderful retrieval Vicky.
A couple of times Vicky I have sensed myself as an observational point of consciousness.
one time I stepped into a woman's body form and got directly involved with the players, both physical and nonphysical.
Other times, I am aware of watching the scenes without being directly in them. so I relate to what you're saying.

Thanks for the comments everyone.  I do love when I get one of "those" experiences.  I need to learn more and more, and with each experience I do learn something new, but still am left with wanting more.  That's a good thing!

Bets and Alysia, you guys are flattering me WAY too much.  I don't feel very experienced, but am still just a student.  I think that shows in this retrieval.  Throughout it, I am like a kid with big round eyes, watching in awe and amazement and can't wait to see what happens next. 

I'm sure the experiences will come where I get to be the one doing the guiding and teaching--that'll be neat. 

I like that the dad needed some help and then was able to turn around and find his kids.  Alysia is right, there is so much sadness when it comes to forgetting and moving on.  We really owe it to ourselves in our lives to do as much as we can to complete our own journey.  And that means being able to face the hard stuff. 

I like the description of FEAR Alysia.

And about what you said at the bottom of your post--that makes me remember long ago I once wanted to know what level of consciousness Edgar Cayce operated on during his life.  What it took for him to be of the capacity to do what he did, even if he himself did not completely understand it on his physical consciousness level.  What was his higher consciousness like?  I guess that's what I was wondering.  Anyway, I had one of those experiences of stepping into someone.  In this case, it was a nonphysical representation of the man himself, but the point was that I was the embodiment of his higher conscious self for a brief few moments and experienced an overwhelming feeling of Pure Unconditional Love, which would have been too much for me to experience had I stayed in the experience any longer.  It was powerful.

That was many years before I knew Bruce Moen or heard the words Pure Unconditional Love or knew it existed. 

Love,

Vicky

Alysia,

You felt connected to me recently?  I completely understand what you are saying.  I feel those moments too with folks.  Glad to hear someone was tapped into me!  Makes me feel not so alone in this world.   

I remember with clarity the times I've been nonphysically connected to you too.  And then you with Ryan.  Remember him?  Wish he was still around here.  He once tried to tune into me and was able to pick up specific things about my work and job that were amazingly precise.  He said "I don't know what this means" when he told it to me, and I said I could tell him exactly what it meant!  And I think he nearly fainted when he realized how uncanny his accuracy was. 

Yes, you're right.  We get to share things here and learn from others and it's all free!  I do love free!  I continue to learn so much from my old friends here, and to all you folks...I'm glad you all still hang around here.  You newbies too. 

After doing the Barenaked Ladies cruise I just got back from, it makes me wish we could have a Conversation Board Cruise!  How fun would that be to hang out with all the board members and get to see everyone in person. 

I want to say thank you to you for always being so encouraging.  It really makes me feel good about myself when you and everyone else say they like my honesty and tell-it-like-it-is approach in my writing.  I usually feel so self conscious about how I write, thinking that it's so juvenile, but when I hear that my straight-forwardness makes me seem so real and honest, it really puts a smile in my heart. 

I agree with what you say about finding the commonalities between our experiences and other people's experiences.  It's like finding a familiar face in the crowd.  It feels good to make that connection and to feel right at home.

Boy are we WAY off topic, here...but hey, I started this thread so that's ok by me.

Tell Ryan to contact me please!  I thought he was on Facebook but I can't find him there. 

Anyway, did I cry while editing by book?  No, not from having to edit or take things out.  Once written I feel those words were engraved in the Universe, whether anyone gets to read them or not. 

For the things I had to cut out, I can use those stories on my blog or something!  How's that for looking on the bright side?

As far as crying while writing, yes there are a few places that really have the tears come out.  Even when I read it for the final copy, it can bring tears at times. 

I hope Bruce doesn't mind me saying...but my stories have brought tears to his eyes a couple times, so that to me is one of the biggest compliments I can receive.  I hope people reading my book will get the same reaction to some of my stories. 

The manifestation experience of mine you're referring to...my guide Luis...when I told my dad that story (about 11 years ago) he said, "You need to tell that story to everyone, and continue telling it.  There are people who need to hear it!"  It was that encouragement that helped me decide to write down my stories.  And I owe it to others who have written their own experiences and stories, because that helped mold my belief that we all have such a good story to tell. 

Love you too~

Vicky

re: Edgar Cayce--this was a personality who even as a younger child, was asking to be of universal service to those in need, hence most likely his Disk/greater self was probably quite attuned to PUL, and perhaps finishing up its full graduation in this system, though as the readings said this Soul got a little side tracked.  His source also said that he was a rather old soul and that people would benefit from knowing him, yet also chiding him somewhat on other occasions about his extremist tendencies, etc.  Said he needed to be more personally clear, body balanced/strong, and spiritual/PUL attuned as a personality for the info to come through clearer and more accurately.

  Said his next life may develop to that capacity to be a liberator of the world in its relationships to individuals in those periods to come.  What exactly that means, i do not know.  Sounds like a full graduate, or close to, in the flesh.