Hello friends, today I took some time out to try some more retrievals in a public place, challenging myself to do without the hemi-sync tapes and the darkness of my bedroom.  I think Bruce got me going a couple of weeks back with his Old Dog New Trick post of Jan4, where he and his wife "stepped out for a smoke" and he felt the confusion of a wandering spirit.  Talk about casual!  I was not thinking about my Tel Aviv experiences, but you'll notice an influence.
(1) Settled into hot tub at pool (ear plugs in!) Declared intent; asked for helpers: did they have anything for me today?  Impression of guide flipping through lists on clip board..."Well, let me see now...you'll be wanting something backwards in time, right?  Reading my mind, methinks.  Impression of several helpers in chorus; "Yes Gordon, and we know all your little secrets too! (LOL).  Asked to be guided "there".  Impression of whipping through time tunnel, suddenly in darkness, but a darkness with texture, oh it's soil, I'm under the earth.  Wow, it's pretty weird.  Of course, it's a grave, grave of some ancient warrior; not killed in battle but somehow tricked.  Is he christian sleeping till judgement day?  No, get impression he was trapped there by some kind of "witchcraft" of the folk he was attacking, - they killed him, buried him and put some kind of spell on him, and left some kind of robotic spirit entity guarding him.  Both spell and entity have faded with "time".  Confronted with sleeping spirit in grave I apply some kind of light energy to whole man (not just chakra points as in Tel Aviv situation). Seems to awaken him.  Also, seems to know he's dead but doesn't quite get the centuries that have passed.  Supposes me to be some messenger figure from his religious world view (some kinda pagan I feel).  A big, broad, muscled man, obviously a warrior, likely on foreign soil.  Imp of Viking and name of Eromhir.  Sounds too "Lord Of The Rings", says my Interpreter dismissively.  He wonders if he's been brave enough to merit a position in his heaven.  I tell him it doesn't matter, I'll take him to any heaven of his choice.  He trusts me but I don't know why.(forget to check my outfit -maybe it's the right one!) Tell him to hold my hand and close eyes; usual male embarassment.  Intention expressed for "most appropriate heaven".  We arrive and someone immediately strides out to greet him, as if they've been waiting.  They hug and erupt into ritualised sword play/dance and then howl with laughter.  I begin to leave.  The greeter calls after me something like, 'hey he's one of us!'.
Back to F10 calmness, still in hot tub; taking breather.  Ask for another assignment.  Imp of guide checking lists and saying, "not so far back this time maybe?'  Imp of 1930's English industrial town. Walk on cobbled streets between row houses, heading for park like graveyard. Imp of fellow sitting gravestone, deep in thought.  I greet him formally and politely: "Good day sir, my name is Gordon Phinn".  Jumps to feet surprised.  Asks if I'm like him, a soul awaiting judgement day.  "That is not the case, sir.  I am here to assist you"  "Then you must be some kind of angel sent to fetch me."  "No sir, I am not an angel, nor am I fit to be one.  I am but an apprentice in the ways of divinity.  I am but a helper's helper, assigned a duty."  "So this then is the day I've waited for?" "Sir I am here to tell you of the Lord's infinite kindness and mercy.  All are forgiven and welcomed to heaven."  "Surely not grave sinners like myself?"  Imp of sexual problems in marriage and times spent with local prostitute, and of a strict rules and regulations christian sect with very definite ideas of who gets to go where. "Surely sir, I am sent to bring you into the welcoming arms of the righteous"  More talk of a similar nature, which I now forget.  But I do get him to come with me and when we change levels and arrive at the "appropriate heaven" his wife comes out of a group outside a church and says "John you are here!"  She either does not know, or does not care, about his "transgression" on earth and he feels great relief and hugs her.  Name: Mildred or Margaret.  She tells him he's just in time for church and we part, my angelic status intact.  Return to F10 calmness and quit for the day.
Comments: again I seem to know exactly what to do instantly, as if it was all planned ahead.  Sometimes I wonder if I do this stuff at night, but rerun it during meditation time (Yes, just like a movie) so that I'll recall it and post it here.  Also, it took ten times longer to post this than to experience it.
cheers for now: gordon

Hi folks.  Been meaning to post this for a couple of weeks and keep forgetting.

Remember when I posted about going back to Christopher's house last month?  I did energy work with his parents and noticed something was wrong with either both or one of the father's feet.  As I energetically worked with him I got the image of big blocky "corrective" shoes.  I let that image go and then got the image of a special shoe with a leg brace.

Angelica (my co-worker who's dating the surviving son) told me that the father walked a little funny but that you had to look closely to notice it.  She asked her boyfriend about it and he told her that his father had an accident on his job with the transit authority here in NYC that injured his legs.  Apparently the injury was so bad that it forced him to retire.  The son says the father doesn't like to talk about it and so he doesn't know the details of the injury or even exactly what is wrong.

So there you have it.  I was pretty surprised by that one.

On a side note, Angelica told me that she tried to broach the subject of my contact with Christopher.  The family is conservative Catholic and also still quite emotionally distraught over their son's death.  Angelica told me that she barely mentioned about this "guy at work who channels" before his mother cut her off and said, "Oh, we don't believe in that."

The mother went on to tell her about another family who'd lost a son in the WTC.  This family is part of a grief support group they belong to.  The family was so desparate for contact or information about their son that they hired a well-known psychic.

The psychic sent an assistant to interview the family some time before the scheduled session.  Well, apparently when the psychic showed up he repeated everything they'd told the assistant as if he were getting the information through contact.  The family was quite disappointed.

Unfortunately, Christopher's family who already were pre-disposed toward not believing in afterlife contact saw that experience and now are even more firmly skeptical. 

I was hoping that Angelica mentioning my contact with their son might help alleviate their own persistent grief and also help Christopher make contact with them. 

I guess now all I can really do is pray that everything works out for them.

Love and light,

Jeff

I closed my eyes (I usually do retrievals sitting...if I lay down, I'll fall asleep), gathered energy, and asked to participate in a retrieval.

I saw one of my helpers approach... a scholarly looking fellow with a short black beard.

He took me to a strange looking building that seemed to be in a belief system territory.  The building was about 20 stories high, about 300 feet wide, but only about 5 feet deep.  Near the top of the building, there was a man standing on a floor that was only about 6 feet high.....all of the other floors were normal - 12-15 feet high.
I flew down and landed next to the man and asked him what his name was.  He shrieked in fear and told me to get the hell out of there.  I said "ok, goodbye".... but before I could leave he said "wait! wait! Please help me!"
I asked him what his name was, and he said "Mark".
I got part of a last name...something like Andrews, or Andreyasen.
I asked him what he was doing there.  He said "I'm trapped here!"  I asked him why.  He said "I think I'm in purgatory....I'm dead right?"
I said yes, that he was dead, but he didn't have to stay in purgatory if he didn't want to.
He said "How do I get out of here?  I can't jump...I'll die!"
I wanted to remark that he was already dead, but decided not to.  I said "We're in an elevator.  Do you see the buttons right there? We can go down to the first floor and walk out."....as I pointed to elevator buttons on the wall.
When I pressed the 1st floor button, he again shrieked and the ceiling above us started coming towards us, potentially crushing us.
I said "It's ok, I can hold it up until we get to the bottom."
When we got to the bottom he ran out of the building...very relieved to be out.
At this point he looked completely bewildered...without a clue what to do next.
I said "Would you like to go to a park where we can meet some nice people to hang out with and talk to?"
He said ok.
I told him to hold onto my hands and close his eyes.
I said "Can you feel the grass beneith your feet?  Can you hear the people talking and having fun?"
He said yes, opened his eyes, and we were in the park.
At this point, the helper who I started with walked into view.  Mark recognized him as a college professor he had known and liked.  They greeted each other warmly.
The professor said to Mark "I'm giving a lecture in a few minutes, would you like to attend?"
Mark said yes, and they walked off to the lecture.

-John

Hi to all,

Yesterday feeling the urge for a retrieval, after placing the intent to proceed arriving the 3D blackness finding the irregular pattern, all of a sudden a formal traditionally portrayed devil face come to my
awareness...... needless to say quickly jumped back to C1 faster then a bullet... LOL... I wasn't scared but I thought "what a heck is this?"
After started again here it was again. I decided to give up and fall a sleep.

It was in my mind all day today not understanding since I don't believe anything or anyone can attack me in non-physical unless I let it happen. Also I know I wasn't scared more surprised.Notunderstanding the source just -just in case- I did the changing old belief's excersise what Bruce wrote about, thinking it might be some of my hidden belief's manifest itself... Yeah right... LOL

This afternoon I decided to try again, thinking whatever comes with this I'll face it, my curiosity is bigger then the doubt and I just need to find out.

Same thing happened almost identically the 3D irregularity looked like the same, and the "devil" just kept coming back.  Asking better understanding the third time just jumped into the small irregular pattern avoiding the present "devil" figure.

I find myself in a small island small cabin like houses build from wood, some are stones, the air is full with humidity, and the impression of human suffering, although I haven't see anyone around me I "heard" the Helper saying just keep going. As in a pathway I find myself in something like a country store building and on the front a wood easel apparently a calendar said 1895.... numbers crossed out.... As I arrived to a cliff and looking down to the sea no bigger then a toy figure grabbed my attention... cannot explain how but when I was thinking I NEED  to get close to that person, I was there. I find myself next to a woman who was desperately hanging on to the rocks and her lower body floating with the water. When she become aware
of me, she get even more scared.  I approached her telling her my name, and telling her I don't want to harm her, and the same time I extended my hand and pulled her to the space where I was standing. She frantically kept screaming...
"I'm not going back!!!" Still holding her hand assuring her I'm not taking her anywhere where she don't want to go....told her my name again and try to gain "time" to calm her down asked hers she said Giselle...
All i had in my mind just keep talking to her, keep her busy because I get the impression she is in the edge to
jump back to the water since she was uncertain what is my intention with her. Kept holding her hand when I felt a jolt of incredible energy rush through in my body and through my hand transferring to her. (Can't
explain what it was, it wasn't exactly what my experiences sending PUL... it was energy what i didn't experienced before)... I felt she is calming down and after sit down on the rock I asked her what is she
doing here..... she started to cry and told me
she was sentenced for 5 years because she stole a bicycle and get cut.

This moment finally hit me.... I'm in the DEVIL'S ISLAND.....

She told me her man and his prison friend built a canoe and she is waiting for them to pick her up.....because they'll try to escape. (I get the impression from the Helper who stayed way behind  all the time, she jumped from the cliff, hitting the rocks and "died" there).. I
told her, I might be able to help her, because I come to visit the island in a big boat what is waiting for us but I have to talk to the crew to be sure it's is okay...
Needless to say I said that because I was  waiting for a Helper taking actions. Next I knew a very friendly Helper in a Captain uniform come to the picture... introduced himself to her... I told her I have something else to look first in the island, and I met her on the boat she can go with the Captain, last I saw he was holding her hand and they faded away.

After they faded away,  I heard my Helper giggle, and with a *sigh* saying "we had a hard time to work with you this time but finally you did give in"...giggle again.
As I returned to C1 finalized the experience and understand how important TRUST IS  even when my interpreter played a "devilish" trick on me... LOL...

One thing bothered me about this retrieval, although of course I heard about the Devil's Island before
read the Papillon, but I never knew there was female prisoner on the Island. After searching the net I
find 1895. 28 woman prisoner was shipped to the Island with a plan to make the Island population grow
so even the "free" prisoners don't want to go back to French. After 1914 wasn't any female prisoner on the
Island.

Thanks for reading
Love to all...

Bruce,

Thank you so much to make this experience in much clearer view..

Gosh so much to learn, LOL...but nothing more rewarding at least to me..

Love
Dora

:   I wanted to comment about a couple of other things you described.

:   Your one of the few I know who have experienced delivering Boost.

: >>  Kept holding her hand when I felt a jolt of incredible energy rush through in my body and through my hand transferring to her. (Can't
: explain what it was, it wasn't exactly what my experiences sending PUL... it was energy what i didn't experienced before)... I felt she is calming down and after sit down on the rock I asked her what is she
: doing here..... she started to cry and told me . . . <<

: BOOST:

:   I described in the Thief's Hell chapter in Curiosity's Father about the Helper "delivering Boost."  It was a flow of energy exactly as you desribe it in its feeling quality.  Not exactly like sending PUL, but it's the nearest similar thing.  When Helpers are retrieving from the BSTs on their own, at the critical moment Boost is delivered and the effect is clearing of the mind, eliminating all beliefs to the contrary of your experience.  It gives the retrievee a moment of clarity.

:   I'm not sure I wouldn't classify it as PUL.  The thing that is different about the feel of Boost is the level Pure, Beyond ANY Condition is higher.  My feeling is that this Boost is sometimes/often sent by the people I described as living in the Land of Angels, in Curiosity's Father.  Helpers learn to "tolerate" increaseingly powerful levels of that energy as it is delivered through them.  It's often experienced as a "jolt" by Helpers at first.  Delivering Boost is the most direct flow I know of PUL of the highest, purest quality.  Highly refined Loosh as Monroe might have put it. 

: As you learn to relax into that flow to the point that the jolt only serves to let you know the flow starting, amazing things happen.  The effects are not always during the flow, they may follow minutes, hours or days later and in my opinion, worth the wait.  Angels are the ones for whom ever act is one of PUL, it's all they know how to do.  They live in the outter fringes of Focus 27, and travel a lot.

: 
: INTERPRETER:

:   I don't think of the Interpreter as intentionally trying to trick me even though I would still describe it as tricky.

:   As the Perceiver peers into the spot in the 3D Blackness and brings impressions in at a subconscious level, the the Interpreter translates these to the "nearest similar thing."  Sometimes our perception of the translation is distorted, colored, altered, etc. by the beliefs associated with the translation.  The energy of Devil's Island could easily be translated as Satan's Home in some belief systems.  When I get what would have been disturbing translations in the past, now, I see them more as information devoid of judgment about their content.

:   One of the tricks I had to learn to using the Interpreter was understanding this "nearest similar thing" way it translates.  You did very well on that one when you had the courage to go back and let the Interpreter translate more of the Perceiver's impressions.  You found the island and the woman, and delivered Boost, all in the same experience!

: Thanks for listening,

: Bruce

Hi everyone,

I got a sudden urge to do a retrieval, in Focus 23 for some reason, and after placing the intent to be in the 3D blackness I just floated there, watching for any irregularity to appear. Almost straight ahead I noticed a tiny circle standing out from the rest of the blackness. It sparkled for a second and something about it just felt like a portal. I focused all of my attention on it and within the blink of an eye....I was still in blackness (lol). I assumed something had maybe backfired so I placed the intent to be in Focus 23 again and I was getting the same black surroundings (if I had taken just a moment to observe that blackness I found myself in, I would have known instantly that it wasn't the 3D blackness--it was a flat, dense black). I then felt/sensed someone over to my right and realized the 3D blackness portal had indeed done its job: I was in a very black, dark place, in Focus 23.

I then perceived this someone off to my right exclaiming something...and then talking rapidly as if angry or upset about something. I moved forward carefully as I sensed they did not know I was near. All I could 'see' was the kind of blackness that is produced when say, in a basement with no windows...or in a cave with no light source. When I could feel an older woman about twenty feet away from me I said a soft, "Hello?", and almost cringed when I could then hear her react to me by apparently stumbling over something. She seemed panicky as she crashed around what I then felt to be a small kitchen with an awful lot of stuff on the floor that confused me. She seemed to be surrounded by many objects that for some reason didn't make sense to me at first, especially some kind of barrier between the two of us...but I just let that feeling go as I hurried to reassure her I was someone she could trust. She immediately demanded to know how I got 'in here'. I scrambled to think of something and said I didn't know...I was lost and I needed her help. I told her I couldn't see anything, it was so dark. I then got the impression of a small kitchen type of room. A window was in the opposite wall behind her offering a faint bluish light. She was thinking, moving slightly and I was able to 'see' her as a black silouhette against the weak light. It hit me then what was going on with her. She was hiding in the dark, protecting herself, waiting to defend herself against certain individuals who had caused her a lot of terror for a long time. Something about her situation (just wondering for a second how lonely this existence must have been for her) got to me and I had to put a lid on my emotions as I raced through ideas on what to say next.

I told her my name, explaining she had nothing to fear from me...and for some reason I felt it necessary to ask why she had all the lights turned off. She became agitated again, and answered by saying that if the lights were on she'd have no way of knowing if 'they' were near. When it was dark she could see them. I felt an opportunity open and I told her, "Of course! I understand what you're doing. I've seen them too and I'm glad you figured out how to deal with them." This created a pause...and she then whispered, "You mean you see them too?" I could feel her high level of anxiety begin to melt away as I nodded. This was rather astonishing to her because no one had ever believed her, whenever she had tried to explain the many visits she'd received from strange, apparently 'unseen' individuals. No one had understood her need to protect herself, to be on guard constantly. I tried to reassure her that we were friends, that she could trust me...and as we were still surrounded in darkness I asked if she could just reach out and take my hand. I told her it was wonderful to find someone else who was 'just like me' and it would be comforting to hold her hand. She hesitated and then finally extended her left arm over what felt like a three foot high pile of stuff or barrier of some kind (it felt like it was a barrier for her), and grasped my hand. She had a strong grip. I held her hand in both of mine and thanked her, telling her I felt a lot better.

I asked her if she'd like to go someplace with me, a place where she would never have to worry about dangerous intruders ever again. She'd be able to have whatever life she wanted. She was unsure...asking how that could be as the tricksters (her word for them) were always able to find her. I explained a little more about Focus 27, and I suddenly knew she was feeling a fearful anxiousness over the thought of leaving her small strong-hold here...so I sent her PUL immediately. Her fear passed and she was calmer, still gripping my hand for dear life...and something interesting happened: I could suddenly see her face. A soft gold light seemed to surround her head, illuminating wild brown hair, a face younger than I had assumed, and blue watery eyes that looked as if they had seen more hell than most could ever dream of. I smiled at her, asking her to just leave with me to see this new world, adding that she could always come back here if she didn't like it there. I got the idea to see if I could somehow pick up on what would be her ideal home/environment, and saw a house out in a country setting. I asked if she would be interested in living in such a place and she stared at me, amazed. Yes, she would like that...but she was struggling to believe it could really happen. I then got a clear thought that she loved to fly and I told her I did too...that we could fly right out of here. And I instantly wondered if I had blown it. She looked at me as if I were under suspicion again. My ability to fly could mean I was a trickster too. She said one of them had taught her to fly (I'm sure she was talking about the OOBE) many years ago and she had figured out how to fly on her own and avoid their assistance. I wondered for a second whether that trickster had actually been someone trying to help her, when she was in the physical?

I asked again for her to just visit the new place and she decided to go...but not before she got her purse!---and she started to turn, pulling away. I didn't want to let go of her hand--I was afraid our rapport would be broken--but I had no choice. She retreated into the darkness, opening drawers, moving things around. I looked down and perceived what I guess were large, narrow, cardboard boxes...arranged with other objects that made up a kind of barrier about two feet wide and running the length of her room. I looked back up toward where I thought she was, when it was obvious she'd found her purse, and she then seemed to freeze in motion. I could feel she was suddenly panicky over the idea of leaving this place, scared, uncertain...so I sent her more PUL. I could feel her awareness of me return and she walked quietly back to where I was standing...looking kind of shocked but indicating she would go. She then said I had to wait a moment and she began to carefully move a section of her cardboard barrier, creating an opening for herself to pass through to my side. She deliberately closed it back up with equal care as if this would guarantee her little kitchen would remain safe while she was gone. She believed this barrier had protected her all this time and was completely convinced it would continue to do its job. I felt tears come to my physical eyes but ignored them as I took her arm, telling her that for some magical reason I could see her now, and that I just knew the tricksters could not see us. She glanced around and tried to smile, concerned she was in the middle of some kind of escape that could end badly.

We started walking into the dark...and soon we were in a place that was filled with nothing but light, everywhere. Before she had a chance to react to the change a woman appeared ahead of us. My lady stopped, staring at her, dumbfounded, and then they reached out and hugged each other. I stood there for a few moments and finally felt it was best I leave them alone. They were still holding one another in a tight embrace and the woman who had greeted us gave me a brief smile and a knowing feeling that all was well now. I could go if I wanted. I thanked her, looked at my friend one last time (I think they had been sisters) and returned to C1.

Phew!

Much love,

Ginny

    Hello,  I was doing a spirit contact for a lady tonight and her young son came through, As I was describing him to her he gave me the word pug, so I threw in the description to her like this, well he also has a short turned up nose , she said yes he does. We continued the reading with lots of things he was doing and he really is happy, etc. all in all was a really lovely contact but as she was thanking me she said with a sigh, I just wish he would have mentioned "Pug"....Uhh pug you say? yes, she replied that was the pet word for his grandpa who pasted away before he did and I wanted to know if Pug was there with him,,,,I laughed real hard and said , Yep he tried to tell me that from the begining but instead of repeating what he said, I took it upon myself to think it was a description of his nose,,,I learned yet again , if they say something to me , just repeat it outloud and not try to analyze,,,,thanks for listening,,,,xxxlinn

After donig some meditation and energy work early this afternoon, I set my intention to do a retrieval of self.  Jane Preston's voice came through the moment I closed my eyes.  She said I would definitely go back to a childhood self where I'd separated part of my energy.

I immediately noticed that though I could hear, my perception was more spatial and feeling sense, than visual.

Jane took my left hand and instructed me to take the Professor by the right hand.  I didn't even realize he was there.  In fact, I totally forgot about him after we arrived.  We walked in what seemed like a desending circular pattern for a while.  Then I sensed we arrived.  I "imp'd" myself at 5 years of age.  I was surprised we went so far back.  At that moment I couldn't remember anything particularly traumatic happening at that age.

I began talking to this self, introducing myself as a friend.  My five year old self said he wasn't supposed to talk to strangers.  I told him I wasn't a stranger; I knew his parents.  I referred to them by their first names and said we'd been friends since before he was born -- not untrue at all considering what I know of our past lives together!!.  My child self seemed to feel this was alright and warmed up to me.

I was stumped as to how I was going to reintegrate this self but I kept on talking.  I thought to introduce the solar light as a toy light.  But it seemed to bright and scared my child self so I made it go away.  Then I remembered Bruce's magic carpet and told him I had one we could ride on.  It worked!!  The magic carpet appeared, we hopped on and took off.

As we rode together my child self told me that his grandmother had just died.  Then it all came back to me.  "Nanny", my mother's mother, died when I was five.  My mother grieved hard and literally disconnected from the world.  For a few days afterward she walked around the house like a zombie.  She'd perform her house work, cook, then go sit on the porch and stare ahead blankly.  She barely said a couple of words. 

I'd never seen mama like this and I was scared.  I could tell Daddy was really scared too.  As much as we tried, nobody seemed to be able to get through.  Finally, one day Daddy took me and my sister out on the porch and began quietly speaking to my mother, telling her how much we loved her.  Though her mother was no longer alive, he told her that she stiill had all of us.  This got through.  My mother broke down and began sobbing for a long time.  Afterward she became more like her normal self, although there was a difference.

I told my child self that although Nanny's body was no longer alive, that her inside self went to a new home, a beautiful place, to live.  I said we could go visit.  I heard Jane say that Nanny wasn't available.  I imp'd that she's in another incarnation now (she died in 1966).  I asked Jane to step in and play the part.

We saw Nanny waiting for us in the distance.  My child self hopped off the carpet, ran up to her and they hugged.  Then Nanny said, "I have a surprise for you."  My mother came out from behind her.  She looked just like she did when I was five.  My child self said, "What are you doing here?"  But he was quite pleased to see her.  Then my father stepped out from behind her.  My parents took my child self aside and began talking to him.  Every once in a while he looked back at me.  It was obvious they were telling him the truth about me and our situation.

On the magic carpet ride he'd asked me if I was his brother.  I said no, something similar.  Now I remembered wishing at that age that I'd had an older brother and fantasizing about it.  Now I'm beginning to wonder. . .

Jane told me that I'd separated portions of my energy at that age, bewildered because of my mother's severe reaction to her mother's death.  Although this wasn't the first time I remembered this episode as an adult, I didn't realize it had affected me in this way.  Jane said my mother's "catatonia" was a preview of what would happen three years later when she had her stroke.

I asked why my parents were involved in the retrieval.  Jane said that many of the separations I'd experienced (but not all) occurred while I was under their care (or at least was supposed to be).  They'd volunteered to help me reintegrate.  It would not only help me but also assist them in their growth.  She said it would also lessen the need for us to play out these scenarios again in future lives.

My parents finished talking to my past self who still seemed young but now looked older, much like I do now.  He knew we were supposed to reintegrate and we merged easily and effortlessly.  I felt a surge of energy in my body as we did.

Jane had me float gently in the blackness as my parents receded.  She said to take it easy for the rest of the day. 

While writing this account in my journal I felt a sharp pain in my pelvic area on the right (masculine) side.  I believe it is related to the retrieval/reintegration.  I had to stop writing several times and do energy work.  Right now it feels mildly sore and warm, but not painful.

I believe this is going to be the first of several self retrieval episodes.  My guidance has told me that I have some work to do in this area and now seems to be the right time.  I'll keep you posted.

Love and light,

Jeff