Some of you may have seen this on the Blog.  For those who haven't I have posted the story of retrievals at a Vermont orphanage that happened a while back.  My blog software doesn't make it easy to for folks to post replies to the blog, so if there are any questions or other replies, here it is.

Bruce

Monday, November 02, 2009
Vermont Orphanage
Pharon and I were recently invited by a friend, Krisa, to spent a few days at her cabin on Lake Champlain in Vermont. This was just before the Fall colors were in full brightness and it was a special treat to get away. Krisa attended a workshop in Salt Lake City several years ago as an attempt to learn how to contact her son who died unexpectedly at the age of thirteen. I'm happy to say her attempt back then was successful and after the workshop Krisa continued to practice the techniques she learned. That began regular conversations with her son in a continuing relationship that is still active today.

During our minivacation to Vermont Krisa introduced us to the surrounding area. We picked quarts of fresh rasberries and she and Pharon made sugar free jam that we now have several jars of at home here in Florida. We learned a new card game and sat for hours feeding the wood stove and playing cards.

On one of our outtings to Burlington we happened to drive past a building constructed as an orphanage in the 1800s. Krisa was familiar with some of the history of the orphange (not all of it pretty) and was curious to know if there might be anyone 'stuck' there. Later, driving back the way we came we turned into the old orphanage parking lot and slowly drove around to the back of the building. We stopped at a big parking lot and I gazed out the window of the car without any particular thought in mind.

Suddenly a children's playground came into my mind's eye and I realized that back somewhere in the history of this place what was now a paved parking lot for cars had been a playground. Images of children running and playing formed in my mind and my attention was drawn to two little girls who were jumping rope together about twenty feet from the car. One of the two, the older one, perhaps eight or ten, looked my way and our eyes met. I could tell that the longer I looked into her eyes the more she became convinced that I could see her. She walked toward the car, never breaking her gaze, and when she stopped with her face a foot or two from me I smiled, just to let her know that I could see her and that I was friendly. What happened next is something I have never seen before.

Off to my left, about twenty feet away a brilliant white-bluish light starting shining. Within moments the light transformed iinto an arch-topped structure the size of a big door that looked like the kind of garden trelils you sometimes see used in outdoor weddings. The entire structure was made of bright, shining white light and there was a sign in big letters above this doorway structure. The sign said only one word, "HOME." I realized that Helpers had been waiting for the opportunity to retrieve kids from the orphanage and were ready to create the doorway at a moments notice. Our "chance" stop behind the building had given them the opportunity.

I look over at this doorway structure and back to the eyes of the little girl. Then did it again while sending her the thought, "Look where I am looking." It took a couple of tries but she finally looked at the doorway. She looked back into my eyes with the thought, "Is it true? Is that the way I go to find my home?" I smiled and nodded yes. She turned toward the doorway and walked toward it, stopped, turned back and looked at me again, she smiled and then she stepped through the door and disappeared.

Other children continued to play as they had been doing when I arrived. A few saw the bright doorway and the sign over it. Some of those walked toward it, curious about what it was. A few of those were brave enough to step through to doorway. Tears were streaming down my face as I watched.

We drove a little further toward the back corner of the building and stopped again when I "saw" a small group of boys ages five to ten or twelve. Two of the older boys had somehow gotten cigarettes and were smoking where they thought no one could see them. When they realized I was watching them they ran off in different directions and I sent them all the thought that it was okay and I wouldn't tell the Nuns, and that they should go to the playground and see the new thring that was there, along with sending an image of the doorway.

Later that evening, back at the cabin, I closed my eyes and shifted my attention back to the orphanage playground to see how things were going. Helpers guided me to a little synopsis story of what happened to the little girl after she stepped through the doorway. She was greeted by two adults who told her they were her parents and she was welcomed into her new home. It was a happy, joyful time. After settlling in a little the girl decided she wanted to go back to the playground with her parents and talk to other kids to tell them they could step through the doorway and go home with their parents. Some kids she took by the hand and then she and her parents walked them through the doorway. They were all met by their "parents."

Checking in on the situation a few times each day for the next couple of days I found fewer and fewer children still stuck there. Kids who had already left and joined their parents were coming back with their parents and going into the building to retrieve other kids who were stuck inside the building.

Near the end Krisa joined me and she encountered two of the nuns who had worked at the orpanage. The younger of these two seemed to be a good-hearted soul, the older was a rather gnarly woman who enjoyed the power of her position a little too much. Krisa retrieved them both.

It never ceases to amaze me that there are so many ways that retrievals happen.

Bruce

You never seem to Amaze me Bruce. Br U C E. You never seem to make me see things in a new light. I love your course and while I have had little luck with retrievals so far I do believe in them, Especially when I hear you tell these wonderful happenings. I Hope you will continue to share as only you can you magnificient adventures. I wrote a song for you once but I wonder if it will mean much unless you are familiar with my TOE that I posted here.'

Focus: Twin E's Heaven
You tell me Heaven is a place
Maybe not with pearly gates
But still a place that places you among the status quo.
I don't know

You tell me the climate changes
Are not your concern of late and
God's got all this trouble we see under control
I don't know

I would like to have a place to go
When the water flows too far above my head
It wouldn't really be a place for show
But in the end it's not a bad place to be dead
I could sing with my friends and party there
With lots of the good life for us all to share
That's when I always get your cold blank stare

Focus 27 (twin Es Heaven) may be the place for me
Maybe Focus 27 could hold the key
It makes good sense as a means to an in
I think I could say Bon Voyage to your trivial sins and YES OUI you could be in
Because Focus 27 may be my own Godsend
For me

Brother do you see E?
For energy is everything
Brother you see E
And energy waits not for thee
The M.O. 's the inner G  this time around
This Modus Operandi casts your life upon the town
Mass Energy M -E -M -E -M -E, that's ME! You! We! Oui?
Brother, you see E

My mother taught me how to chase
My father taught me not to waste
My sister teaches me not to be in haste to close my show
I don't know

All your words are passionate
But I think that's too rational
Aren't my dreams just as real as this world you suppose
You don't know
Br. U C E  M.O. E is N

This is such a beautiful retrieval story. Thanks so much, Bruce, for writing down all the details and sharing it here.

Bruce,

I haven't had as many verifications as I would like, so I know what you mean about trusting the process.  It's more important than focusing too much on trying to get facts.  When you describe your emotion during this retrieval, it was very touching. 

I like what you said about feelings...About going back over the experience and looking at what you're feeling.  I use this method too as a guide!  What I find is that usually during a nonphysical experience, I'll start experiencing feelings of emotions that I wasn't expecting.  They can hit me so hard that just the act of letting myself feel them can seemingly be a way of opening perception and especially opening belief.  I imagine this is what was going on with you in your experience when you said you had tears streaming down your face. 

I notice that when I get overwhelmed with feelings and emotions that I wasn't expecting, that's when the need to force pretending doesn't need to happen anymore.  It's at that point that I don't feel I'm making anything up anymore.  Instead it begins to feel like I'm observing and experiencing rather than pretending!

What also comes to mind, while talking about this, is that you are right about our need for always having verification.  Even without it, trusting that the process is helping the other person is what's important.  Because even without our direct experience of what is actually really taking place, and even without any verification for us, it is true that on another level what really needs to be happening is definitely actually happening.  So therefore, the significance of our perception of the experience is less important than the truth of the meaning of the experience itself...but what we experience of our feelings is indeed a huge part of our own belief and growth. 

Thanks for much for sharing Bruce,

Love,

Vicky

Hi,Im picking up something here.those kids may have all died in a fire on that same place where they were playing.It seems they all died at the same time.just my opinen.george

george stone wrote on Nov 23^rd, 2009 at 12:32am:


George,

I don't think that all the children I saw at the orphanage died there.  Some of them did, but I think it was a small number.

I think what I encountered for the most part were aspects of children who lived at that orphanage.  Sometimes a person cannot stand to experience some parts of their life.  Sometimes those experiences are traumas or feelings that arise from some part of their lives. 

Sometimes that person with split off a fragment of themselves, an aspect, and that fragment exists to be the part of the person who holds those feelings, traumas, etc.  The aspect is "spun off" from the main conscious awareness of the person so that the aspect holds the feeling or trauma at a subconcious level.  Often the person is no longer consciously aware of the trauma because it is being held subconciously by the aspect of self. 

Many times we read or hear about a person suddenly remembering some terrible thing that happened to them that they had completely forgotten about.  Sometimes this is an indication that the aspect has rejoined the main conscious awareness of the person.  That can be a retrieval.

From the perspective of the aspect of self, it is a self aware being.  It is aware of its existence and that existence of often a very narrow, limited version of the more whole person.  The aspect of self may be completely unaware of the existence of the greater part of itself that it was spun off from.

For example, a child who has a parent die my not be able to cope with the feelings of loss and grief.  The child may spin off an aspect of self to hold the feelings at a subconscious level.  The child may then not experience those feelings of loss and grief.  But, for the aspect of self those are the only feelings it is experiencing.  If we are on a "mission" to do a retrieval we may be led to this aspect of self by a Helper.  The child who originally spun off this aspect of self may have grown up, grown old and died.  But we still find the aspect of that person's self, stuck in a Focus 23 state of mind stuck in a perpetual state of grief and loss.

That aspect will appear to be the age the child was when the aspect was fisrt spun off.  That aspect will be suffering the feelings of loss and grief it has been holding and experiencing since the moment it came into being by being spun off.  It will be hopelessly stuck in those feelings, not knowing or experiencing any other feelings.

Not every person we retrieve is a person who died and got stuck after death.  Sometimes we are  retrieving an aspect of a person's self that came into being during that person's childhood, or at other times, and is still stuck in a Focus 23 state long after that person's death.

Practicing the Art of Retrieval is so important for so many reasons for so many people.

George, thanks for giving me the opportunity to talk about this.

Bruce

Bruce Moen wrote on Dec 7^th, 2009 at 7:51am:



It is my belief, and guess, that there are more split-off aspects needing retireval than the whole-personality kind.  But I would guess we are able to retrieve those of our own selves throughout our lives at various times in different types of new experiences and through dreams.  And probably we are not even too consciously aware of it taking place.  I also think we can retrieval others' split-off parts not realizing that they are what they are.  We only assume we are retrieving the whole person since we have no way of knowing the difference.  The Helper could very well be the source of the split-off aspect.  Much like what Spooky explained? 

Vicky

Learn, or try again. there is no splitting of what we are. Just a remembering. When I can come back with evidence ( like solve an unsolvable murder ) then I will be sure. But I dont see that happening. There is a reason why we dont remember. And if your one of the one in 1 million, or billion, fess up. 
Don't make us come find you