Hi to all,

Other day after the last week chat with Bruce I placed intent to go to the 3D blackness with a newer understanding. I did what I never did before, spent time there and observed a very interesting many "shade" of blackness. First time felt I totally last in time. Could of been a minute or century I wouldn't had any idea if I wouldn't come back or wouldn't move forward.

After awhile I turned my attention to a deepest part of the blackness where a small part was sparkling like a graphite or a small pieces coals.... I moved closer and closer to it and the next thing I find myself in a very spacious richly furnished apartment, which indicated I'm in a very close time frame to the current one. I sensed summer or late spring because I felt some breeze coming from the open windows.

As I walked through the apartment checking in on open doors I haven't see anyone thinking what am I doing here? When I get to one of the room and peeked in then I saw it.....

In the patio corridor a young boy standing.... I felt frozen for a second and thinking Oh no what I can do now.... in a split second decision I jumped next to him.... (side note I'm terrified from height, I get vertigo to standing on a chair) We were standing on about the 8th floor looking down to the traffic, (I had a feeling we're in somewhere in New York) then try to control my feeling and turned to him and asked
him "what you doing here?" Waiting for answer give me time to look into is face. He was  overweight, pimple faced blonde boy about 14-15. I see a shock on his face to see me there, and fighting with his tear and the feeling of want to pour his heart to someone, told me, although he have every materialistic thing he is suffering from his weight, his looks, and his failing grades, the tease in the school, and some girl, life don't worth living. As he spoke in my view I saw him laying way down below when he jumped.
The first time in the experience, I felt a female Helper give me the thumbs up to continue what I'm doing. Somehow I never occurred to me to ask the boy name didn't felt it is important, but what I said to him.."I tell you what... I can understand what you saying but... I know someone close to your age who will be able to understand more, but you have to step
off from here and come with me".... he hesitated then I asked him if i can take him place like where Harry Potter live he would be interested. That sparked his interest..

Next thing are find myself with him in a decorated class room setting with some "magic" stuff  and a little bit older looking boy greeted us and immediately
took him over and started to talk to him in a "teen" language what i didn't even understand.
I asked my Helper if I can stay and see what is happening next. She said of course... staying in the background watching the older boy explaining something to "my" boy his round face get happier when I saw something interesting. The young helper boy had a
"mirror" like object in his hand and I saw "my" boy looking into it his face even more relaxed.... then I saw on adult come into the picture and said come on I have many other things to show you, and they left.
Asking Helper for understanding, I was told.... the older boy is a Helper trainee, and his job was gently lead to "my"boy to understand he is no longer physical without shocking him with a fact and what he was showing in the "mirror" was the exact image what "my
boy" would of like to be. And then the adult Helper took over.
I was told the rest of the group is learning and view different aspects of they life and learning better decision making, like a group therapy.
During the experience, other interesting detail I remember, some part of the experience I saw what's happening like a sepia photographs,some part I felt, some part was realistically clear.

Thanked to the Helper explanation and be a part of this
experience, returned to C1. I spent the longest time there exactly 1 hr.



Thanks for listening
Love
Dora

sometimes people email some of us asking for us to do a retrieval and this is what happened recently. I won't mention names, so if you're reading this my friend, your privacy is respected! I took almost a whole week to actually get down to business as I had doubts that a retrieval was needed and I was attempting to teach the person to do their own retrieval. I forget that the nature of intense grief when you've just lost someone can overwhelm your learning ability on both sides of the coin. this person had exited due to a motorcycle accident not too long ago. when I first tuned in he showed me things turning upside down fast. I heard him speak but didn't understand the words, so my interpreter just took off on me. for those who want to know what the interpreter is, its the part of your brain that strives to interpret information coming in, sometimes incorrectly.
I did see curly blond short hair that was later verified. I also saw him standing before a mirror, combing dark hair trying to slick it down but it kept curling up which only meant to me that he was trying to change his looks. this particular info.was not helpful to the person with the request, by the way! so at last I figured it couldn't hurt anything just to go get him and take him to the reception center, and if he wasn't stuck, I'd give him the option of returning to focus 23 where he seemed to be right now. after doing the 3X3X3 exercise this is what the conversation was:
hello (not real name) John, you know you've died, right?
John: I knew that I was dead when I went into the slide.
me: your relative needs to know how you're doing, can you give me an answer to help her?
John: just tell her I'm all right.
me: John, would you like to go with me and my guide to another place that I know of where you can start a new life?
John: wistfully, sure.
at this point I introduce him to a guide, but I want to go too, so I quickly think of transportation means and come up with riding horses, cancel that, and decide on a taxi cab. we get in and on the ride to focus 27, the most pertinent info. gets communicated to me by John.
John and I sit in the back seat and converse further.
me: you've been trying hard to talk to the living?
John: yes. (he's discouraged) when she (relative) cries, I'm there but theres a big cloud from her crying and it surrounds her, when I touch the cloud, it's painful to me, like little prickles as on a cactus, so I back off and watch, but I move in closer and try again and it repeats, so I'm sad too. I'm powerless to help.
at this point I send PUL, then I know I'm doing the right thing in this ride to the reception area. we see a large building, looks greek, with columns on either side, many steps to just inside a small room where the receptionist quickly turns into his aunt and greets him lovingly. he begins to get animated in his conversation as he takes a seat. I sense he's going to stay and not return to f.23 and they are going to teach him techniques for communicating with the physical, but he has certain things first to learn about himself. he feels to me like the brother I never had and I hate to leave but I'm done there. love, alysia

Guess what you guys?

Remember how I told you that I was not able to verify my grandmother's birth year with my sister and I was disappointed? The funny thing was when I hear my sister tell me the year 1932... I heard inside my mind that it was absolutely wrong. However, I didn't believe my intuition and just left it as that.

Luckily, while visiting my aunt last Friday, I asked her about my grandmother's age and she told me that I was absolutely correct about my verification!!! YIPPPIEEE!!!

So, the next day I tried to make contact with my grandmother.. Unfortunately, we didn't get a chance to talk because my Fiance came in the room. However, the weirdest thing happened. As I relaxing..I felt my grandmother's presence to the right of me. For a brief second, I smell fragrance of flowers and tried to sniff my covers and hair, but it wasn't my scent. So, I said, "hi, Grandmother". She began to sit down on my bed.I smell the flowers again. Then,my Fiance came in and sat where my grandmother was sitting.

I told my aunt about the flowers and she said that when my grandmother died, the psychic told them my grandmother used to be flowers in her past life or something like that. At her moment of death, her flowers blossomed and she went "home" in the other world. How neat is that!

One more thing, when I spoke to my grandmother during an attempt two weeks ago, she told me to call her Jane. Well, her vietnamese name sounds just like Jane!!!

I was able to make contact without Bruce's tapes! I was able to make contact thanks to all you nice people on this message board!!! Thank you so much for giving such a awesome gift as this! Thank you Mr.Moen for finding an easy technique for the layman to use to explore the afterlife!

Love you all!
Linh

                


Hi everyone,

This morning I placed the intent to meet with a Helper and assist in a retrieval wherever needed. I then sensed a female presence nearby and was surprised when she suggested we briefly visit my new F27 place first. Okay.

We were then standing on the large wrap-around deck, high up in the gigantic tree. I paused, wanting to absorb the tranquilizing feeling that swept over me as various windchimes were announcing their soft presence in the breeze. I sensed leaves whispering all around...such an utter peacefulness. The Helper then indicated I should go to the middle of my round treehouse (in the center of  the dwelling, reaching up through a large opening in the roof, is a huge tree)...and the term, "Your tree of life", came through clearly. I asked if I had understood her correctly and she repeated the statement. A half-knowing went through me, meaning it felt as if I could comprehend a portion of something that made sense, felt familiar---and frustrating.  It was a knowing feeling that opened up into my awareness only so far, like a flower slowly opening to the sun....and I can not even explain right now what this meant.

We moved into the house and upon arriving in the center I looked up at wide shafts of sun glittering downward, highlighting leaves and thick branches that angled out and up toward the ceiling and sky. Lots of birds were singing, flitting around. I saw the smooth steps carved into the base, spiraling upward, and I didn't hesitate to follow them up into branches that were so ancient looking and massive one could easily walk without worrying about maintaining balance. All kinds of animals and birds were scurrying around. Trees have always calmed me...represented the cycle of life. I then understood that this tree would be a future source of energy for me and I had no argument with that.

The Helper and I then left and began moving through the blackness. I wondered if we were headed for a world within the BST as I haven't been to one lately. When it felt we had arrived I couldn't pick up anything and asked if we were in the Belief System Terrirtories. She didn't answer--- just told me to open my awareness, which I did. I didn't feel or sense any kind of emotional energy I normally experience when entering some BST worlds.

I then sensed water, ocean, orange sunshine coloring a body of water for as far as the eye could see. I was standing on a ship, feeling it's bow dip into the water, and ride back up as it methodically sailed head-on into the waves. I sensed creaking, splashing...wood sounding off under pressure. The vessel reminded me of the ships that sailed the globe hundreds of years ago. I then wondered if there were sailors or occupants aboard, down below...and could feel my awareness briefly almost kind of scan below the deck. No one there. I moved toward the bow of the ship and suddenly felt something above. At the same time a voice hollered down at me, instructing me to do something with a rope. I looked up to see a man high up at the top of the main mast. It felt he was speaking English but with such a heavy accent of some kind I couldn't understand what he wanted. He called out again what I was suppose to do and I then knew what my assignment was. I hurried over to a fat rope and began winding it around some kind of slender post embedded into the deck, about 3 feet high. I had the impression that the post was covered with some kind of tar, to prevent ropes from slipping (?). He then told me to secure it. So I tied a half knot. That done, he said nothing more.

I watched him for a few seconds and then asked if he was ready to be relieved from his post for awhile. He cheerfully indicated that he was fine and fully capable of performing his duty...which was watching for land. I paused and then said surley he must be hungry? Nope. So I then yelled up that he must need water...I was going to come up with drinking water. He didn't respond and I guess this made sense to him, so I started moving up a dark, cherry brown wooden mast (looked polished). I got the feeling it was important that it look as if I was climbing the mast (instead of flying up--this may have bothered him), as anyone would do to get to the perch. As I was moving up I got flashes of things hanging, some banging against the mast...knotted ropes extending down. When I reached him I handed him what I guess was some kind of goatskin bag, the kind with a small spout so one can tip it up and have a stream of liquid pour into the mouth (can't remember what you call them). He seemed to be in his 30's or 40's, wearing pants and shirt of dull, cotton-like material, dark hair, in need of a shave. He took a drink and then resumed his job: watching for land, carefully scanning the horizon ahead and to his left and right. I told him that it was time for him to be relieved. A younger sailor well rested could take over for awhile so he could get some rest. I felt from him that no one could spot land like he could and I countered that that was indeed true, but the eyes of a rested sailor always worked better than a those of a tired one. He thought about this, looking out over the ocean, and then gave in, agreeing to hand his post over to someone else for awhile.

We were then just down on the deck as a small humanoid figure scampered up the mast (I got that it was a Helper). I told the guy that someone was here to ask him questions about what he'd been observing (wasn't ahppy with this statement but it's just what came out)and I could feel a male Helper then move out from behind me. The sailor seemed to be transfixed on the Helper as some kind of discussion ensued...and I also sensed a wariness or a bit of fear in his eyes. I brought the feeling of love to me and then felt this 'feeling' gently move to him. I watched as his eyes grew large with astonishment and could feel that he wasn't scared anymore, just kind of blown away at whatever the Helper was doing/saying. I had the feeling he was a tough guy and could handle the truth about his situation, but I'm not sure if that's what was happening. He then was moving away with the Helper into the blackness and I opened up to feel for the female Helper I had originally arrived with---found her and said thanks for letting me help out. I got a smile back...and I then returned to C1.

Thanks for listening.

Much love,

Ginny

Hi everybody!

Being in my place, I was having a conversation with Ajtosh when he asked if I was up for retrieving someone in F23, I said sure that will be great.

Already in F23, everything was dark, I opened my perceptions and saw a winter landscape, and basically all was cover with snow. Besides this image I was not able to perceive anything else, then I felt confusion, but I didn't know from where this confusion was coming, I told Ajtosh and he just said, keep opening your perceptions.

I began feeling really frustrated, only knew that the retrieval had something to do with this winter landscape, but I couldn't perceive any person or presence, I was thinking......who I'm going to retrieve if I *feel* no one there, then I got the imp. that the person to be retrieved was under the snow, he died in an accident, an avalanche of snow when he was skiing, and from his point of perception, he still was under the snow.......oh great, then the only that occurred to me was start screaming........'is any one there?', over and over, then I heard a voice saying...........'yes, I'm here please take me out, I'm very cold and can't breath',......oh boy, finally I made contact, then I said to him......'we are here to rescue you, now we are shoveling the snow and you are almost free, I will extend my arm, take my hand and I will pull you out', I *felt* his hand and I knew I had him.

When finally he *felt* was free, he was complaining about how cold he was, then I saw two Helpers dressed as rescue people with a stretcher, he lay down and the Helpers covered him with blankets, then I asked his name........Freed Johansson (my spelling of what I understood).....'oh, are you German?'........'no, I'm Swedish', which town I asked........'I was born in Liliherbel'(my spelling of what I understood), then I asked the year and he said 1946.
Then I told him that now he was save, and that the two rescue guys will take him to a Hospital.

After that, he disappeared with the two Helpers from my perception. I said to Ajtosh......hey, this one really got me confused, I couldn't *feel* the person like always in my other retrievals I used to, but not this time, then he said.....'you see now that the confusion you felt was your own'.
I said thanks to Ajtosh, and came back to C1.

Like always, went to do my Reality Check, and I found a small town in Sweden called Lilihardal. Is really very close to the name I got, my spelling was how it sounded to me.


Thank you for listening

LOVE
Marta

Last night while laying in bed,I imagined walking in a forest.then I came to a clearing that looked like a park.There were a lot of park benchEs with people siting on them.they all seemed to be happy.Then someone was passing by,and I asked if he knew where my mother and father was who both died in 1996.I told him there names/He said Oh yes,they are over there.he said come I will take you to them.He said they like to sit there and watch out over the water/waiting for more souls to cross over.Then I heard my mothers voice saying is that  you george.It was her voice.I said mom tell me some of the things about when I was young.She told me things that I had forgotten long ago.It wonderful bruce.Then I fell asleep.George