Hi everyone,

Just thought I'd share this quick retrieval. For the most part I simply follow the Helpers as they always seem to know what's going on with the person in need. They have a plan all worked out...they just need someone who still primarily functions in the physical to get the stuck person's attention.

Once I sent out my intent to be of assistance with Helpers in a retrieval, it was just a matter of seconds before I could feel myself surrounded by Focus 23.

Ahead and to the left was a man sitting on a bench with his back to me. He was hunched over a bit, resting most of his upper body weight on a cane. As I drew closer I then observed that he was sitting close to a suburban street with neatly maintained lawns and houses presenting a calm and orderly neighborhood. I didn't pick up any fear or any kind of negative emotions from the guy. He seemed content to sit.

I moved closer to him, drawn for some reason to his gaunt face and eyes, and the second I wondered why he was stuck I also within that moment got a bunch of information from the Helpers. He was blind and waiting for a city bus to arrive. He had lived his physical life without eyesight and had developed keen defensive instincts out of a necessity for self protection, which had served him well in that life but were now, in the afterlife, contributing to his being stuck. He was oblivious to me and to all who had been trying to help him move on.

And before I could think anything through a feeling of excitement seemed to fill the atmosphere around us, and sure enough, a public transportation kind of bus came barreling towards us. It was as real and as noisy as the buses I've used. I tried to keep from grinning too much at how creative Helpers can be. What a stage entrance!...with all the bells and whistles included such as air brakes hissing, tires grinding on small pebbles and the smell of exhaust. I turned back to the gentleman, touched his shoulder and told him the bus was here. It didn't seem to completely register with him as he answered me with a look of confusion. I said it again, louder, and when he suddenly realized my presence and understood his ride was just pulling up to the curb, everything seemed to shift into fast motion. There was a brief moment of being able to see and feel several people assisting the man from the bench to the bus, and I knew he was finally free from isolation. I asked Helpers his name and got, Percy Franklin. I asked the nature of his death and understood he had died of a sudden and massive heart attack.

I was suddenly moving up and away from the scene and I returned to full waking consciousness.

Thanks for reading and much love,

Ginny

Refreshing to see you back sis..as usual nice one..
PUL
R.

Spooks, Romain and Bets--thanks for your kind thoughts.

Much love,

Ginny