PauliEffectt
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LOYAL OFFICE WORKER
I'm asking to do a retrieval.
I walk back to one of my old places where I once retrieved an office worker. I can sense the building. It's tall.
Then the setting and feeling of the building changes. I'm somewhere else, probably still a building of several floors, but not as tall, and with a different atmosphere. More light, not as posh.
I get the feeling that this other office is a place where people are more busy. I can see the back of a rather short man. He wears a white shirt, black tie and tan trousers. He seems to be Asian, perhaps Japanese. He looks healthy and perhaps around 35 years, but he could as well be 45, as I'm not sure of his real age. Maybe he has been able to appear in an age slightly younger compared to when he passed over?
I step forward to him and tell him that I'm the new guy. I first get his name to be Bernie. Then his name becomes Shaw or Chaw.
He says, yes, he will show me around. Somehow he thinks I have the appropriate education for whatever I'm supposed to work with. Apparently I'm already employed, and he only has to show me around.
He tells me with a smile that they are "fully computerized". I get the feeling of the year 1974. We are in a small office landscape, but I also sense some rooms with ordinary walls ahead.
I think I'm at a thriving company. I can sense people around me, but they are very vague. I'm not sure if those persons are thoughtforms or if I'm in a BST office.
"Let me show you this", he says.
We enter a dark room. Somehow we walk up or into a control room of some kind. The control room has glass windows towards the main room. I'm not sure if the main room is a conference room or a some sort of educational room. I don't understand what's the purpose of the control room. Is it to control sound or showing movies?
I sense that this office man is filled with feelings of duty, to do his best, to really show me around and help me understand all the ins and outs of the work and the usage of computers.
The year 1974 gives me the impression that it's the era of the main frames.
I turn to him and say: "Perhaps you know why I'm here. Look!"
I move my hand through him, like I (or he) is a ghost. He doesn't react too much. He just observes me. Maybe he is surprised but not much.
I urge him to move his hand through my hand as I hold it in front of him. His hand passes right through mine. I sense that he gets upset, maybe afraid. I tell him not to be afraid, but don't know how to put my words in a calming way.
Then I say: "Now let our hands become solid. Shake my hand."
He takes my hand, like in a handshake. Both our hands are completely solid. He examines our hands by looking intensely at them. I realize that he is thinking.
Than he suddenly turns to his left and starts crying. He leans over something, perhaps a low bookcase or cabinet box. He has put both his lower arms over the box and holds on to it as he cries.
I send him PUL and acceptance. He seems to be embarrassed. I sense some helpers nearby, perhaps his former wife or sister or maybe both.
They don't approach. I tell the office worker, which I can sense is filled with sorrow that he couldn't fulfill his duties. He is a very loyal company employee. I tell him that there are friends nearby, but he doesn't want to face them.
He seems to say that he is not worthy, he feels ashamed. I tell him that he is needed, he has work to do. His skills are needed. I ask him what he is best at doing. He becomes a little more happy when he tells me what he does best at work, but somehow I clicked out, and can't remember it now, but I think it had something to do with gathering information.
I never got to see anyone fetch him, so how successful this retrieval was, is unclear. Maybe he was retrieved by others later or moved to a more pleasant BST office?
Initially I thought he was working in an English speaking country by his name. But at the end I got the location Japan, Tokyo.
I also see a scene where he has fallen over his office desk, with his head on his papers, and I get the impression that he died of a heart problem while at work.
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