Hi all,

In the last few days the idea to go within for retrieval purposes kept coming to mind, so I found some quiet time in the afternoon and once I completed my preparatory process, I got the sudden idea to be in the 3D Blackness. I couldn't help but wonder, Why there?, Why the detour?...but it's always been one of my favorite places in the afterlife, so in no time I was floating in all that velvety blackness. I made sure I was in my reclining position (as in kicking back in a recliner chair and relaxed, watching the tiny lights wink in and out as the blackness silently swirled and undulated.

After a few minutes I wondered if I was being encouraged to locate and make use of a portal, or area in the blackness that looked/felt different, in order to be transported instantly to any area of consciousness of my choice. I peered into a small area that appeared to be odd or out-of-sync with its surroundings, and as I simultaneously questioned if this was how I was suppose to link up with Helpers, I was then suddenly standing in the midst of a group of men and women in a location that wasn't where I had been a split second earlier! Although I got that they were friendly, no one felt the need for introductions, which was fine with me. They knew why I was there and they wanted to get going with their urgent mission.

I tagged along, feeling a brief sensation of movement as information started coming to me. They were concerned about a deceased family member and for reasons I wasn't privy to, the chance to help this loved one out of wherever they were, was right now. I then knew we were somewhere in the vast Belief System Territories and within a few seconds I was settled into a nondescript, blank somewhere, watching as the family members silently let me know the person they wanted to help was nearby.

As my attention turned to my surroundings I immediately picked up on a heavy load of human guilt and suffering. The air was thick with self-loathing. As I looked around for someone I couldn't help but notice a lengthy wall of flames in the distance. Nothing else, just a ten foot high wall of fire interrupting what appeared in all directions to be endless, polished flooring reflecting violent reds and oranges.

I then spotted a woman standing only feet from the flames and I knew she was the one. As I cautiously moved to her right side I realized Bubba was next to me and I could feel he understood not to draw attention to himself. The woman seemed to be 20-30 years old, wearing a dress with matching belt. She was hugging herself, lost in her own thoughts. The look in her eyes was horrible. For whatever reasons, she hated who she was and was contemplating walking into the flames to 'purify' herself. Burning alive was the only way to redeemption.

That's what everyone was here to do...think about things and gather up the courage to walk into a furnace! As I made more than one attempt to not allow my own feelings to interfere with perception, I also tried getting the young lady to communicate with me, but she wasn't interested. I didn't get any information on what possibly lay ahead or beyond the experience of burning to a crisp, but I knew that all the hatred and fear people were bringing to this world actually fueled the great fire. And the closer an individual got to the flames the more they would have to struggle to finish the job, as if the air around them was turning into thick, smothering honey, slowing their movements...prolonging the agony.

I became a little anxious to get her out of there. Bubba broke protocol and stepped forward just enough to get her to notice him. I had no idea what, about our surroundings, he was able to perceive--or even if he picks up on things differently, but he wasn't fearful-- just curious. He probably wanted her to play with him. To his credit she did suddenly drop her guard and watch him for a few seconds. Kinder memories filled her mind, and so much sadness, and just when I thought it could be a turning point for her she brought her chin up defiantly and resumed her preoccupation with purification.

I then noticed some of her family edging closer, gesturing something... and I then understood what to do. I stepped closer to her and started shouting, asking why she was in such a horrendous place. I was exasperated and fed up. I can't remember ever shouting at anyone in need of help in the afterlife (lol ), but I have unnerved some Helpers , and besides, this was spontaneous and basically no longer in my hands. I was a conduit for others who knew the woman well. She was looking at me as if I had slapped her and I continued with how much her family loved her. They were here right now because they loved her more than anything and apparently would go to 'hell itself' to find her. Her eyes opened wide and she turned around and hesitated--she almost couldn't believe what she was seeing. And she disappeared, swallowed right up into that family. I could feel crying, exclaiming, hugging.

And it was a private matter now, and I did not like that place anyhoo, so I just quickly returned to C1.

Thanks for reading and much love,

Ginny

Yes, like purgatory. It makes me remember of a guy I found out there in a jail. He thought for what he had done, a long time in jail would be appropriate. So he would stay in there for that period of time, and after that he would move on.

The woman in Ginny's retrieval though seemed not as reflected as that guy, as she seems to me to have been stuck in her emotions of guilt or self-loath without much "cold thinking", so that's a classical case of a retrievee.

Thanks Ginny!

Spooky

Hey Bro,

Ahh geeez, a kind of purgatory...that gave me a chill when I read that. You were given stories of purgatory and hell when you were just a kid!? Was it kind of forced on you so you'd behave?

Romain, there were many people there. I can't remember ever yelling at anyone during a retrieval or in the afterlife . Why I didn't send her PUL to get her mind off of her 'sins', I don't know, but if you ever want to go there to help--or do a PE there, let me know.

Love ya,

Gin

Hi Gordon,

Sometimes I think Bubbs knows more about the afterlife than he's letting on . Thanks Gordon.

Much love,

Ginny

I am finding these areas are less and less populated each time I return to them, and there seems to be a concerted effort being made to clear them out. As they empty, their thought form dissolves, and I am also finding them to less and less there with each trip, too.

Great job, Ginny! It gets a lot less scary the more you go there. Just like C-1, it is all illusion. Keep up the great work.

Thomas

Betson i'd tend to agree with you on this;  i've had a hard time with this issue of areas seeming to thin out.  they may have, but i'm not confident enough to agree or disagree.  With the millions of souls in the various bst's/planes etc and sheer vastness of the planes (referred to in every spiritualist text for the last 100 years or so) who can say how much more there is to explore?  not me! and anytime i've asked i've been given a variation on 'it's so vast it's not worth bothering about; just enjoy what you're experiencing and expand at your own rate.'

gordon phinn




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