Remote Viewing session (Date 2012-11-10)

I had one of my usual unsuccessful RVing attempts. I didn't get to see
any of my targets. Instead a woman in a dull office dress appeared. She
was first standing close to me at a lawn outdoor. Then she danced for me.
Normally when I get the feeling that I've failed with my RV attempt, an
Indian (Hindu) girl around 20 appears and dances.

This office woman was older, perhaps in her 30ies and not as good looking
as the Indian girl. The office woman danced on meadows, and on open field
landscapes. At one time I saw something which could be a "German" village
behind her in a valley setting. I was up in the air, 20 meters above her
at an angle.

Things changed, the office woman and her surroundings could not be seen by me.

Instead I saw something grey, something that were at a distance. I realized
after a while that I saw part of an ocean from perhaps 500 meters of altitude.

I saw several small sailboats. Then suddenly I saw a sailboat at more close
range from its right side, as it moved through the water. The age of the
sailboat could be anything from a rather modern wooden sailboat to
something from 150 years ago.

And the scene shifted again.


Chinese/Japanese fishers

I was standing on a shore, perhaps on a river bank, or at least on a shore
made of mud and soil. The water seemed very calm, and that's why I thought
I was standing at a river, but it could also be at the ocean on a very calm
day.

In front of me there was a rather big wooden boat of a sort of Asian type.

Around the boat 4 men were working. They looked Chinese / Japanese or perhaps
Korean, maybe Vietnamese. The men had wide straw hats to protect them from the
sun. But this scene was at a time with dull weather. I got the impression
that they might be fishing men, or perhaps they were transporting something
on their boat.

The men seemed to tie something on to the boat. Two men stood at each side of
the boat. The boat was standing on the shore, with its back part on solid
ground and its front into the water. The men were perhaps bare footed and
had to walk in the very shallow muddy shore soil.

I realized that this may be a retrieval starting and my RVing had failed. I
was not completely happy as I also was a little tired and had hoped for some
success in my RVing.

There soon was a mood in the scene which also gave me the impression that
this was a slightly difficult retrieval as the person was not too cooperative.

My retrieval target person was one of the Asian men. He was perhaps around
30, and he had pushed his big, wide, cone formed straw hat to his back, which
made his straw hat end up over his back and upper back of his head, like a
regular sized shield.

I don't know exactly what he did or what the other men did. But the wooden
boat seemed very sturdy, made of brown, hard wood, suitable for building
houses.

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I got a close look of this man's face. He seemed to be very into his work. I
tried to speak to him, but got little reaction. I also sent PUL, and got
some reaction, but he surely was hard to charm.

I made several attempts to get his attention, as I got the feeling that I
had to get him away from the boat and his work.

The other three Chinese men had faded away, and it was only me and this target
retrieval man with his straw hat at his back. I guess the other three men were
thought forms created by this Chinese man.

By some reason I picked out a book. This book wasn't as wide as regular books,
so it could have been a bigger than usual note book, as it was rather high.
Some papers were sticking out of the book.

As I had made several attempts to talk to the retrieval target man, I guess
that he had perceived me talk in his language. So I opened the book and
said something to him which I think sounded like Chinese to me. I also
pointed to some kind of section in the open book, as I handed it over
to him.

The Chinese man took my book with both his hand, kept it open at the section
I had shown him and and looked into the book with his face down, examining
the page for some moments. Then he became upset. I have no idea what he got
upset about, but if he was Chinese I just got a slight feeling that it could
have something to do with the Chinese Communist Party. And I also got the
feeling that he was filled with emotions related to performing his duties,
whatever they were.

He put the book down somewhere and continued with his work, his hands
where moving over the boat, doing something. I sent more PUL and
tried to talk to him again.

I then pulled out a small piece of paper from my jacket (?). The piece of
paper was like a scrap piece with some Chinese symbols scribbled on it. I
held the piece of paper so the man could read it. He just looked at it
for a short moment and didn't seem too impressed by my scarp paper piece.
He continued with his work.

I made several attempts to talk to him or make him move away, but I got the
feeling that I shouldn't push it too far.

Eventually I had no idea what to do and was also tired. I usually continue
to try various methods until I succeed, but this retrieval was difficult,
and I had no good idea how to go further.


The insect

I ceased with my direct attempts to talk to the Chinese man and mostly observed
him. At this time I got rather poor impression of what he really was doing and I
had at several times opened my eyes and taken a look at my physical bed
room's ceiling. My bed room was quite lit up by lamps.

I then returned to the shore scene and noticed that I held my right hand
in front of me. I had place my hand on some cargo on the top of the boat.

Did I have a coin in my hand?

I imagined the coin move about. It flew up a few centimeters from my palm.
I realized that the coin was an insect flying about. The insect was a big
pale grey moth like butterfly.

I sent the insect PUL and by the use of PUL I directed the insect to land
in my palm. I then directed the insect/moth to fly again.

This caught the attention of the Chinese man. He looked in awe as the insect
left my hand, flew in the air, centimeters close to my palm and then settled
again.

He look astonished at the insect and asked me:

"How did you do that?"

I responded: "It's easy. I just send it Love and where I want it to go. You
try it. Just send it Love and think of it landing in your palm."


I could feel how the Chinese man sent Love to the big pale grey insect, and
made it leave my hand and fly until it landed in his palm. He seemed very
surprised. He then let the insect leave his hand and made it return to
his hand twice by sending the insect Love and thinking of where he wanted
the insect to land.

The Chinese man sat down on something, a stone or piece of wood, as he looked
carefully as the insect flew about, directed by his Love and thoughts.

I said: "Now, send the insect back to my hand."

The Chinese man managed to send the pale grey insect Love and sent the
insect back to me, until the insect landed on my hand.

I continued: "You can do the same to someone you know. Just send that person
Love and the person will arrive at you."

By some reason the Chinese man sat absolutely still for several moments. I
could feel only a tiny doubt. I don't know what belief system he had, but
to my surprise he didn't doubt my claims too much.


Kimono woman

Suddenly a Chinese or perhaps Japanese woman was standing to his right, perhaps
5 meters away. I knew at once that it was the Chinese man's sister.

The woman had the kind of hair-style and white make-up I associate with
Japanese geishas.

The woman looked very posh, almost like a too rich person for being at this
place. I got the impression that she radiated some kind of success, like
the success women can achieve if they are poor but manages to marry some
very wealthy fellow.

She held her arms in a pose out to her sides like the wings of an air plane.
The sleeves of her kimono were very wide. She gave the impression of being
dressed in quite expensive clothes.

The Chinese man jumped to his feet. But he didn't embrace his sister. There
was some kind of hesitation. But he spoke to her.

I have no idea what he said, but he exchanged some words. I also felt that
there was some kind of distance in emotion between the man and his sister.

I think she radiated a mild aura of being a little cold, but just a little,
almost like she was acting in a role. The Chinese man still seemed to have
doubts about his sister, but more in awe of what she had achieved.

I got a lot of physically felt goose bump feelings (energy waves) at the
end so I think the retrieval was finally over.


A few days later I tried to return to the scene at the river shore, but
only got an impression of the Chinese man as he looked to be part of an
oil painting. My interpretation was that the oil painting represented
past time, meaning that it was over and he was no longer at the shore
and that I didn't have to go back to finalize anything.

I also wonder about his nationality. I first thought he was Chinese, but
his sister looked too much Japanese in her kimono, so I'm unsure.

This is the first time I've taught a retrieval target person to send PUL.