I the past 3 weeks, I have done 2 retrievals.  Both had similar theme.  They were both war related.  The first one was WWII, the second one an older war, perhaps Vietnam?  My question is:  Does what is going on around us or in our lives affect the type of retrievals we do?

1) Asked guide to take me retrieval.  Sense of motion then we stopped.  Got impression was in a room with a large bare table in the middle.  There was a window facing out onto a street on left and a door behind me on my right. 
I said Hello.  A girl of about 9 appeared, in a dress and holding a doll.  Said her name was Amanda.  She lives in Austria, it is April 1943.  Doll's name Cassidra?  She was alone, waiting for her family to come back.  I felt much sadness, aloneness. 
When I asked her how she came to be here, I saw soldiers breaking in the door with machine guns, then chaos, and the doll lying on the floor in the corner.
I knelt down in front of her and told her I was part of the underground, sent to bring her to a safe place.  I introduced her to my helper.  I explained that the helper was someone in the underground with authority to get her to her parents safely. 
They huddled together for a moment, then up and away in a bundle of light.

2)Helper took me to a place that was dark.  Said Hello, anyone there.  A sad voice answered.  Said name was Tom.  20yo.  Battle.  He is tired and wants to go home.  Overwhelming sadness, and aloneness for him also.  Never did see much.  Helper able to help him go home.

Thanks
Johnny

Friends, both these accounts have unusual features, and I will insert comments to explain some details to newer posters.
March3/03.  Hot tub retrieval again.  Got focussed, ask for helpers.  Helper appeared, a bit irritated.  I ask why.  Says "You can do them on your own.  Don't need me." Me: "Aw what's ten minutes to you?" "Ten minutes where I could be helping someone whom really needs help."  More of this type of banter.  Ask where he wants me. "Where'd you want to go?  "Where I'm needed"  "You're always needed, pick something."
Thought of Korean subway fire last week.  Expressed intent to be there just after fire ie. backwards in time.  Found myself flying through two or three subway cars like a being of light - angelic - Expressed intent to appear Buddhist to Buddhists and Christian angel type to Christians.  People seemed attracted and "climbed on board" literally, some clinging to my arms and shoulders, some wrapped in my suddenly very large arms.
Switched levels to reception center, looked like garden courtyard in hospital area.  Folk there (Korean looking) take passengers off me.  Straight back to subway cars; another couple of fly throughs: one child who wouldn't come without mother, mother comes eventually with encouragement.  Not many other details.  Back to hospital; unload.  Back to subway cars, one more fly through.  Unload; sense it's over.
Call up guide. Was this happening in "real time" or did I do this at night while asleep and rerun it now so that I could remember it, write it down and share it here? Answer: "Yes."
"Why can't I recall this stuff when I wake up?"
"I don't know, why don't you tell me?  Why are you blocking it?  Why won't you embrace your full being?"
Me:"Not sure" But I sense it's some decision deep down, perhaps made long ago, but wondering just how useful that decision is now.
{Note for new posters: fly-through retrievals like this have been done by Bruce, Marilyn and myself before(and likely others).  This is not new.  Last time for me was the Egypt Train Crash of some months back where I was told I was not needed as they were mostly devout muslims and went straight to their heaven and Marilyn moved some on a "magic carpet", an idea she got from Bruce's second book.  Plus the rather intense discussion with the guide continues on from my last three retrieval posts where they seem to be shoving me towards complete independence, and I seem to want to cling to my "team player" status.)

March24:  (Hot Tub) Wasn't sure whether to meditate or do retrieval.  Asked for guides. Response: "Yes Gordon what do you want?" (as in "What do you want now?")  Refer to Iraq and ask if there's anything I can do. "Yes we've got some soldiers wandering around.  But you can do all this on your own."  "Yes, so you say, but I want to be a team player not a cowboy"
{forget a section of conversation here}
Go to Iraq upon declaring intention "Iraq now!"  Find, almost immediately, two British airmen wandering about. Pretty sure they're the two I read about, shot down by friendly fire, supposedly a software glitch.  They seem to sense they're dead and know it was friendly fire and are, well, annoyed (to say the least).  Ask me who I am and what I want.  Tell them I've come to take them to the afterlife proper.  They express disbelief.  "Well, say I, it would be better than hanging about here, don't you think?" Their response is something like "Thanks but no thanks"  I don't push the issue and leave with a "see you again sometime" comment.  Know from past work their attachment to earth energies/activities is way too strong and needs "time" to dissipate.
In this they are just like the FBI woman, shot by Washington riflemen of a few months back (loading her car with groceries as I recall).  She would not move on at my suggestion and was actually shocked that I would not help her track down the shooters, and showed no interest in doing so.
{If new posters are attempting war retrievals they should be aware that participants might be too strongly caught up in the "action" to want to leave.  Each case, of course, will be different.}
gordon/love

    Hello this happened today and would like to share. I have been traveling with my husband on his business trips lately and usually come home on the weekends. My daughter said thursday night she thought we had come home early as she heard footsteps and doors opening in my bedroom, she checked and found no one. Uh oh, someone in  spirit is looking for you to be here , remarked my husband. Sure enough I checked my machine and had a urgent request from my friend who owns the local health food store. My friend said a customer came in thursday and out of nowhere started a conversation about wanting confirmation about the afterlife. She said especially for her son who recently lost his wife. Well my friend said  I told her that you need to see my friend linn.,  I soon received a call from this lady who lived out of state and was just visiting friends in the area, she wanted to bring her son who lives in a nearby state and she said as soon as possible. We set up a time for 3 pm to meet in my home today. I felt the urgency but also butterflys in my stomach, this was pressure for me to produce a certain spirit, and that is not how I worked., I relayed that to her, and to be open for any and all spirits who wished to come through. I could not promise anything. I  then asked the Spirit world to help the spirit these two  wanted to communicate with to come Monday at 3 pm and not before, in the past I have had spirits come way too early, sometimes days too early, so  I have learned the hard way to set a specific time for the mutual meeting. Well mother and son came early, and wanted to get started immediately even though it was not even 2:30 yet, immediately a lot of people in spirit they both knew came through,but after awhile I could tell they were getting really anxious in wanting contact from the son's wife. I began feeling a presence instead of seeing a spirit, it felt like a washing over my own spirit , sort of like a love wave feeling knew this had to be the one,this spirit gave me part of a name and it was her little girls name who spirit said was having a birthday coming up. She wanted her husband to know she was happy the dog stayed to keep her little girl company, Oh ma gosh said this son's mother, I wont complain anymore about the dog then,,,She gave several other validations but I soon found out the urgency for this meeting, She wanted her husband to know he was not going to die himself, apparently he had been seriously contemplating joining his wife on the other side for his grief was too much to bear. Instead she told him he would soon be busy with his life path here for he had much to do and would soon find this out, and this feeling of dying would indeed past. This lovely young woman in spirit had such a bright light surrounding her, she looked and felt like an angel, I dont think I have ever seen a spirit with such a bright light surrounding as she had.  She smiled a big smile at him, told him that she and he had visited in his dreams, which he said yes, that is true, told him that she was as close as she ever was and would continue to be so. I felt this meeting was important for both of these folks on many levels and it always works out when spirits on the other side set it up. And by the way, when she came through ,the clock said 3:00,,lol... i wish you all well, xxxlinn   

Thursday March20/03

Friends, today I sat in the hot tub and tried to meditate, to bring myself "up" into the realm of love and understanding, away from the negative fearful war vibe we're living with.  The day before I'd gotten quite cranky and irritable about the whole thing and I didn't want a repeat performance.
After a few moments of breathing "out" all my superficial brain chatter, I seemed to be "ascending" through the focus levels, much as you doing listening to hemi-sync, F12 F 15 F23, and then into F24-26, where I "felt" the happy productive and purposeful activities of these levels/BST's.  The at what I sensed was the "upper end" of F26 I experienced visions of crystal cathedrals and golden temples, the sort of highest refinment of the religious impulse in man.  Much(genuine heartfelt)praise for the deity was popuring from these structures.
The I had a thought about Shamballa, the mystical city of spirit referred to in many occult writings over the centuries, supposedly the place where the evolution of humanity is guided from, and supposedly hidden from prying eyes.  Anyway seemed to find myself "outside" it, whatever it was, and prevented from going in.  Had the idea to turn myself into a photon (particle of light) and pass unhindered through the "psychic barrier".  Reform myself once inside.  (I know this sounds totally sci-fi weird but there you are).  I float about, sensing much intense mental/spiritual activity, including a group who are exploring/learning about how the world of form is entirely derived from ancient mathematical formulas (I'm hopeless at math).  A spirit approaches and asks for my name.  I introduce myself, thinking it's some kind of test.  Do I know the password he asks.  I answer, "Love it has to be love".  The spirit seems amused and leaves.  I seem to have satisfies some of my curiosity about this place and move on/up, heading for the godhead/brahman/ absolute spirit level, where all the Higher Selves seem to hang out.  A shining white sea of light with golden points twinkling like stars.  I know from previous visits each point is a Monad/Higher Self/Disc and that moving into any of them can mean the unfolding of dozens of stories (lives).
I greet my own HS (how do I know which one?)  For a few moments I flost about inside as if it were a womb.  HS agrees that that is one aspect of his being.  Quite lovely and blissful.  After that I ask if he knows there's a war going on.  "Yes so I've heard" is the reponse, but it feels like a coudln't-care-less shrug.  So what, there's always wars going on somewhere. It's an important part of the human experience.  He asks what part I'm playing and what I'm learning.  I answer that I seem to be keeping the same philosophical attitude already developed in this life.  Which is?  That there's sides with agendas and the agendas conflict.  That each runs on fear and longs to gain or maintain power.  And that aggression rises from the fear of losing power.
WE seem to share these ideas for a few moments and there's definitely a sense of "me" patting myslef on the back for being so smart.  Bit embarassing really.  Then HS lets me feel how war activities of the other personality projections in the group are going on "now" in HS's all-time-is-now perceptive abilities, and how "I", as another projection, am affected by them.  (I feel swords, horses, bows and arrows and fire)
The it's almost timne for me to leave, so I bid farewell regretfully as it's been a wonderful serene experience, a profound and calming meditation.  {Also later I recall that during it I was shown how each side in this conflict (including the peace protesters) are providing valuable life experiences for all those partcipating}
gordon/love

    Feel Kevin all around me, strong energy on my hand. We go to the beach place and sit down on the beach where the sand first meets the green of the land. Big oak trees over us. Kevin says he planted them from acorns, like we did when he was a little boy at River Bend Park. The water, air and sunshine are so beautiful, everything sparklers. "Look at all the magic." He just holds me and brushes away my tears. He says, "My tears are filled with diamonds because they are filled with love." We can see dolphin in the water, they beckon us to come play. We walk out to the water. He is holding my hand not letting me go. " Come on lets do something fun."
     The water is full of energy and magic. A dolphin comes up and splashes me. I touch him and feel his presence- peaceful, playful and loving. We get on and go for a ride. Under the water, fish, reefs and ancient kingdoms are found. Atlantis is there. Other dolphin come and play- so wonderful! We finally pop up on top. Kevin talks of walking back on the water. I have reservations about this, so a wind surfer pops up. We get on and Kevin makes lots of twists and turns. I hang on tight, he mentions that it is not necessary feel yourself surf. I just like hanging on. We come to shore and he tells me- "He is coming back to me just think about love. It is already done. I love you Mom."
                           
                               Love, Krisa

there he was hanging out like a cowboy on a deserted dude ranch, foot on fence leaning forward enjoying an expansive view of some foothills. no, this can't be said my interpreter, please give me something else..same picture, so I decided to play along. I said, hi, don't suppose you remember me? he smiles lazily, like he's chewing on straw. I again get confused because Jack was a theater director and was into poetry  when I knew him. then I realize suddenly I didn't know him that well and he has this other side I was blocking from view. I ask him just to be certain, did he create this dude ranch? not clear on the answer, but got a definite feeling of pride of ownership. next I ask him did he forgive me way back when I said the wrong thing to him? he says of course, I never think about that and smiles at me as if to say I'm silly to bring it up. I want to make sure he's not stuck there and he says he knows he died and feels like being a contemplative for awhile in this beautiful setting. I thank him for helping me in my personal growth a long time ago and send PUL and prepare to leave. a guy whose name came as Gary, a friend, comes forward and I feel like I must introduce them and Jack says he knows him. he asks do I have to leave? then I get the feeling a few more people have arrived in the ranch house waiting, but I only sense this. I am relieved because Jack seemed lonely and said he had no family which is hard for me to believe for some reason. I tell him that I can return sometime later and Gary steps up as they go into the ranch. now I think I know why Jack's name came to mind yesterday. all week its been a belief system examination of why I discount myself as a pattern. my experience with Jack in the late 70's was a brief but important encounter where somebody believed in me, but I didn't believe in myself. so it all worked out. I am forgiven for not believing in self! this didn't seem like a retrieval, more like giving a boost to someone I owed a debt of gratitude. love,alysia

Howdy everyone,


While in the 3D blackness and undecided as to where to go I asked for a Helper to come. My thinking was I'd just let a Helper decide where we were needed for a retrieval. I then sensed a male figure to my immediate right but my attention was drawn to a female off in the distance, moving rapidly toward me. Her presence radiated a warm brightness and I communicated I was happy to meet her.

She then handed me something that even now I don't understand (or remember?)  It was about the size of a tray, rectangular, made of what I perceived as polished dark wood. The corners were rounded off and  when I was told to look into it I saw a hollowed out area containing what looked like water reflecting light (?). I asked her what this was about and she countered with asking if it sparked any memories for me. I looked it over, stared at the reflective substance (I sensed it was like water or mercury, some liquid silvery kind of property that possessed motion) and told her I didn't have a clue. She said to just hold onto it for now (so I tucked in under my left arm)...that it's meaning would come to me at another time.

I let her know I was available for a retrieval and she surprised me again, asking me where I'd like to go. I looked into the 3D blackness, unsure, and she reiterated it was my choice. Several afterlife locations skipped through my mind and I suddenly remembered Harry (a mathematician and philosophy professor I helped retrieve out of F23 about a year and a half ago--we later became fast friends). I told her I had not seen him for some time and asked if he was still available. She seemed to think he was and I could feel she was more than ready to visit with him too. So, I waited for her to move us to wherever he was (for over two years I've allowed Helpers to usually decide where we've always gone regarding retrieving and a few other places) and nothing happened. It was obvious to me she was enjoying something as she communicated that I knew very well how to use the 3D blackness, to go anywhere, and that I was to go ahead, place my intent and she would just follow my lead.  I laughed and said ooookay. After a minute I found an inconsistency in the 3D blackness, focused in on it and brought to me the 'feel of Harry'...and I was instantly standing in a whitish area.

While trying to adjust to being somewhere so quickly I was then aware that someone was apparently announcing my arrival with a booming, energetic, "Ginny!" I answered with a weak, "Harry?" I heard my name again and I could then perceive I was in a large room (felt like a lobby of a large place) with a staircase to my left and windows off in the distance. And Harry was just suddenly in front of me, wearing what looked like a long overcoat.  We grabbed hands and when he gave me a firm hug I was able to feel that it really was him. He was bursting with energy and enthusiasm, excited to show me what he'd been involved with lately (his personality since being retrieved has slowly evolved from quiet thoughtfulness, to a fascination with learning in the nonphysical, and now ...this level of joy!).  As he indicated I was to follow him up the stairs I noted he was also acknowledging the Helper to my right, and as I turned to her I saw a small group of around ten individuals behind us. I did a double take. I had no idea who they were but I got the feeling they had accompanied us from the 3D blackness. As I focused on the Helper to find out what was going on we started moving up the stairs as Harry was making everyone feel welcomed. I kept looking back at the crowd and got that they seemed content to be subdued, to just tag along. The Helper was not explaining anything so I finally turned my attention to Harry and what appeared to be a room that felt 'scientific.'

Several people were sitting at what looked like walls comprised of neon bright lights, monitors, buttons and gadgets. They all turned in their chairs and said hello as Harry introduced us. He said this was a place where he and others were investigating unknown regions of the nonphysical. It was obvious he was extremely happy there as he briefly explained how he was using his mathematics background to participate. I watched him, feeling happy that he was so enthusiastic, noting that he appeared youger than I had ever seen him. The Helper said something about the strange object she had given me and I handed it to Harry, thinking he'd perhaps offer an explanation of what the heck it was. He held it, looking very carefully at it from all sides and he didn't seem to know either. It was suggested it be left with him and that I could always return at a later date to figure out the mystery.
I then felt from the Helper it was time to go, that a retrieval was indeed next on our list, so we said our goodbyes and  began moving toward the top of the staircase.

We then entered a whitish area, which quickly turned into what felt like the inside of a huge, dark building. The Helper said there was someone within they had been trying to help out of there for some time. I asked why they hadn't been able to and she replied, "Well...you'll see." She was still to my right and I could feel the 'tour group' behind us. I turned and glanced at them, seeing only vague, milky whitish human forms huddled together, moving right along behind us. I asked who they were and the Helper paused, saying,  "Helpers in training." There was an interesting feeling that came to me, when she paused, but I let it go as a voice off in the distance caught my attention.

I could hear a child hollering, with an echo to each outburst, suggesting we were in a huge place with a ceiling forty to fifty feet high. I couldn't understand what was being yelled but it felt as if the child was unhappy. We were then standing in what I perceived to be a library. A young girl who could have been anywhere between eight and twelvish, with waist length golden ringlets and a white lacy dress was sitting at a long wooden library table. The walls were comprised of books from floor to ceiling (this ceiling was about ten feet in height). Equally high windows at the opposite end of the library were allowing in some light. I sensed the Helper and the group had retreated behind me so I moved a little closer to the girl and said hi.

She refused to acknowledge or look at me. I could feel she was scared, suspicious...so I said hi again and told her my name. She had dark circles under her eyes and a look of anger crossed her face as I moved over to a shelf and picked out a book to hold, trying to be an nonchalant as possible. Information started coming to me about her and as I turned pages, pretending to browse through an old, dusty book, asked softly, "So you don't want to do any more homework, huh?" She finally looked at me, still refusing to say anything. I shrugged and said, "Yea, I use to hate it when I wanted to be outside but had to sit and do my homework." Her expression changed just a little, indicating that perhaps I was more of an ally than she had thought. "I am a little older than you but I feel the same as you do.", I continued...and I asked her name. She said quietly, Sue Ella, and when I repeated her name she corrected me with a bit of irritation in her voice, "No, Sue Ellen." I apologized, smiled, and continued pretending I was interested in my book.

I noticed the wall of books behind me ended in an open, L shaped area as the library extended along an outside wall made up of more windows. I could see what looked like more tables and chairs, a polished linoleum floor leading to endless rows of ceiling high book shelves. I picked up on trees and sunshine outside and turned to Sue Ellen, asking why she didn't go outside and play with friends. She gave me a confused look and almost said something but changed her mind. "Don't you wish you could be outside?", I asked her gently and she looked away, mumbling, "No. I can't. I can't go outside." It was then I suddenly felt activity from the tour group somewhere back in the room behind where she was sitting. For a second I opened up to see if I was on the right track with Sue Ellen and didn't perceive an answer either way, so I continued. I asked her why she couldn't go outside and she said, "It gets black." I didn't know what she meant but she was feeling more comfortable and continued with, "It gets black and I forget." I was still confused and I could now really sense the group was getting ready for something to happen with her. I saw the Helper appear behind her but still insisting on remaining at a discreet distance. I then got more information that said very clearly, "Multipersonality (disorder)...she experienced blackouts with no memory of what occured during such episodes." Now I could see a few of the individuals from the group move closer to the Helper. I could feel a tension building up too. An idea came to me so I asked Sue Ellen, since it was best she not go outside right now, would she like to learn to draw and paint? I told her I was an artist and we could paint together. Her eyes widened with hope and she nodded. As I watched a young teenage male walk toward her I said quickly that I had a wonderful friend with me who loves to draw. She didn't have time to react one way or the other to him as he sat next to her and started placing his art equipment on the table. Another group member came over and began to set paint brushes and canvas near her. Both were sharing with her what they could learn and do and she was enthralled. The Helper moved away toward another wall of books and seemed to be relieved. I looked back at Sue Ellen, smiling and chatting away, and then understood (I think) that the tour group was comprised of the various nonphysical personalities that had played a role in her life as a person with such a 'disorder'. The teenage boy with the drawing equipment was saying something about how he was the one with the artistic ability. I just stared at