Sure, ask away.
I deemed my preparation for (and process of) the the most recent guide work too boring to post. Since it's apparently not, here we go. I am skipping the business formalities.
The name of the transitioning person is all I really require. Once I have an ident I can locate anyone. The question I might anticipate here is:
how do you do that? And I'm not certain I can answer that with any clarity. All I do is
look. That's how I place my intent. It's
action. Bruce teaches some techniques for placing intent. Me, I
look. Whatever works for you ....
I brought this point up a day or three ago on another forum that is about ... hair. The sort on your head. It's a place where (mostly) ladies talk about growing and maintaining long hair. There is a sub-forum open only to site members where a thread for witches (and pagans and druids and what-have-you) has been going on for five years. I sometimes post to the thread if I have something useful to say. Someone posted how she used a smudge stick to clear her home of negativity following a period of many people and high emotions. I posted a reply to say that the power is not in the smudge stick. The power is in YOU, and if the smudge stick helps focus intent then fine. But the smudge stick has no power in being a smudge stick. It's a bunch of herbs tied in a bundle and nothing more than that.
Two witchy sorts reply:
"I totally agree with you. The smudge stick and smoke give you something to focus your energy on. You can do the same with just sitting in one spot and fully focusing, with no tools. But there is comfort in ritual."
and
"I've heard that concept phrased as "A good magician can do high magic(k) naked in the middle of a desert with no accoutrements whatsoever, but sometimes it's convenient not to have to dedicate mental energy to remembering every last detail." (Conveniences such as appropriately colored candles at the quarters, for example.)
"
No real disagreement from me, it's about placing intent. If it works for you, hey? Just so we all understand there is no power in the smudge stick or candle. And I don't need Buddhist's robes or holy books to facilitate a transition. Not that I didn't try. Once. It spooks the person who is transitioning, unless they were raised as a Tibetan Buddhist. Just not all that many in Buffalo, hey?
So what do I do to place intent on my client's transition? Um, I needed his name, and I asked for a photo, if available. The photo wasn't really necessary for me but it gives the family a sense of ease. There are certain expectations with people who ask for a service. Nothing wrong with that. When I show up to play a jazz gig I don't dress like Tina Turner. When I accept transition work I don't comport myself like a stumblebum.
The actual work part of the work started
before all the agreements were completed, if that makes any sense. I knew when he was passing out of his body but I was also several thousand miles away and it was my bedtime. As I work outside of linear time I knew I could start in the morning, no big deal.
I had an ident. Check. I found him, check. And then we started his journey together. In 3D terms I started my journey from County Clare to County Roscommon. It's quite a drive. I'm actually doing two things at the same time. As above, as below. Celine and I stop for a bite to eat and I share a very humorous tale of a partnered retrieval. Here our transitioning gentleman is all part of the conversation until he gets all distracted by the church across the street. Which means I'm simultaneously laughing with Celine about how I found (in a retrieval) a woman who was a prostitute and gets big laughs teasing a very uptight man in 3D — as I also join the transitioning gentleman in The Lord's Prayer. It's happening at the same time. It all strikes me as very funny, and the humor at the table is all that is required. The transitioning gentleman "got it". HaHa, only serious.
The change in the mood is palpable at this point and now we are nearing our safe haven in County Roscommon. It is a magnificent new cottage on tens of acres of field and unblemished forest. There are peat bogs to the east, and the old cottage not far from the old, old cottage. The old, old cottage is a one room affair (roof long gone) and was probably home to ten people and a sheep or two for warmth. The old cottage got it's first electric line only ten years go.
For the gentleman transitioner, we safely reached his arrival point in the afterlife territories. It took quite a while, but hey, he wanted to sightsee, he had a lot of baggage and good-byes and you know, everything else because humans are like that. I took care to insure he didn't take any detours he didn't intend to.
It's no big deal other than it took me longer than usual and had a few more 3D plot twists than usual.
Some who transition from the physical are old hands. Some appreciate a helping hand.