Hi everyone,

When a Helper appeared I communicated a desire to assist in a retrieval wherever needed, and as we were then moving slowly through blackness I sensed  we were just above an area of soil. Reaching down with my right foot I felt solid ground and realized we were in a dense forest. The Helper was female and I could feel from her that she had been concerned for quite some time about the person we were going to help.

We were suddenly moving again, following close behind a little girl. She was running as fast as her 3-4 year old legs could manage. She then was climbing up something, ahead and to my left, and I then understood she was anxious to hide...into what I initially thought was a small earth mound wedged between two trees but as I watched her disappear I realized it was a huge pile of leaves and branches about five feet in height. The Helper and I remained still, listening...as the child sat somewhere inside the mound.

I stepped forward, sensing she was frightened and doing her best to not utter a peep, and I made sure my "hello" was soft, carrying a nonthreatening feeling in it. Her reaction didn't involve answering me but I could feel her sudden awareness of my presence made her freeze. As I moved to the base of the 'shelter' I sent out a mental hello again (and something that rarely happens, I was simultaneously saying a few stilted words that I guess were in her language),  telling her my name and that she didn't need to be frightened. I could tell she wasn't about to believe in anything I was saying. I climbed up fallen tree branches and dried leaves and sat near a small opening at the top. I could see down into a dark cavity and told her she must be thirsty...hungry--did she want something to eat? I then reached into a pocket and produced what looked like a wide slab of beef jerkey and held it above the opening. Still no response. I paused, looked over at the Helper who was just watching, waiting. In looking back down into the dark hole I asked the little girl why she was hiding....and I then saw two eyes staring up at me.  She was waiting for her family. I could feel her moving up towards the opening and a tiny right hand reached up and grabbed the jerkey.  I waited a minute or two and then told her I was there to take her to her family. They weren't able to come but she could leave with me now. I sensed great lonliness replacing her fear as she thought about this....and then I saw small fingers touch the opening and I reached down and pulled her into my arms.

She was wearing a dress that fell below her knees made of I guess what was animal hide that felt and looked stiff and dirty. Two scrawny tufts of black hair stuck out from the back of her head, perhaps they had been braids at one time. She locked her legs around my waist with amazing strength, riding my left hip, and continued eating as we descended the shelter. I briefly wondered what time frame she had lived in and all I got was, "a long long time ago".  She then said something in her language and I didn't take the time to open to translate (not sure if I could have but this has happened before) because I set her down and the Helper leaned forward, extending her hand. As I backed away I watched as communication between the two suddenly erupted with a quick flash of light around them as well as a sense of happiness...and I think recognition? I briefly wondered if the Helper was a relative...but in any case they began walking away, hand in hand, and I knew the child would be fine.

I floated there for a moment, deciding I wanted to connect with another Helper regarding advice in helping a friend in the physical. A male figure appeared above and indicated he was willing to help. I moved up and said thanks...and paused. He then said I should tell him who my friend was, fill him in on the particulars---and I went blank for a second or two. Helpers often just seem to know what's going on and I was caught off guard that this guy didn't. I broke into a grin when I thought to myself that they're just people, after all, and I took a moment to bring to me the feeling of my friend, and within that feeling their name, location and a problem they'd been having. The Helper responded quickly with not only a good idea but offered for the two of us to pay the person a visit and see what else was happening with them. So we did.

Thanks for reading and much love,


Ginny

In the story below, a man went insane while dying of cancer, and
something existed after his apparent death, which was a continuation
of his insanity, or maybe a thought form generated by his insanity.
His insane screams were heard on a telephone after death, with
witnesses.

http://www.paranormalnews.com/article.asp?ArticleID=662

I did my usual preparation and an image of the Professor came to me.  I connected to his energy.  As he talked I followed until I felt him nearby.  I assumed we'd meet in my place in Focus 27 but instead he appeared in ancient Roman dress.  At first I saw a man in a centurion's outfit.  Then the Professor appeared dressed in the manner of a Roman senator.  I guess because my viewpoint kept changing and I sensed no other presence, I assumed I was seeing myself dressed as a centurion.

I felt as if we were in a graveyard although my sense was that it was more open.  We approached a casket-like pallet with a woman laying on it.  She was asleep and dressed like a Roman noble lady.  I got the name Lydia (although that later was proven wrong).  The Professor explained that this place was where people from those days believed they'd end up -- in a field where they endlessly slept.  He said the idea had been around for a long time and this BST was set up by and for that belief system.  Apparently the belief in this type of afterlife survived some time after the Roman Empire fell.

I was to impersonate the woman's husband.  Just then, the man in the centurion's outfit appeared.  He was anxious to be reunited with this wife.

I merged my energy with his.  The Professor suggested I use the Will to Unify (which is basically Bruce's PUL) which I brought through my ajna center.  I took the woman's hand in mine and gently spoke to her.  By this time I knew her name was something like Rhea because her husband had told me (or maybe I was picking it up from him while our energies merged).  As I spoke her eyelids began to flutter.  She awoke with a start.  I spoke soothing words.  She was surprised to see me (her husband) here and asked what I was doing here.  I explained that she'd fallen ill and into a deep coma -- that she'd been asleep for several months.  I said now that she was awake I could bring her "home".  She seemed a little dazed and accepted that explanation.

At this point my energy separated from the husbands'.  I noticed we'd moved to another area, much brighter.  I assumed it was Focus 27.

I asked the Professor some questions about what had happened to Jane Preston.  He replied that she'd "moved to another level" as had I.  Well, that seems to be about as much information as I'm going to get on that subject.  At that point my new guide entered the scene, we had a long conversation and then I returned to C1.

I did some research on the Internet today.  I couldn't find anything about an ancient Roman belief in a field where the dead rested eternally.  I did read about Elysium Fields.  But there the dead seemed to be much more lively and awake. 

However, I found out that the Stoics believed that death was one endless sleep.  They believed our consciousness returned to the Universal consiousness, just as our bodies returned to the earth.

If anybody knows anything about this subject I'd be interested in hearing about it.

Love and light,

Jeff

Hi All,

   This morning, in my half-waking state, I requested to perform a retrieval and found myself in a room in a two-story house. Downstairs, I heard a door slam, and a person walking through a hall. The same sound sequence then repeated and I shouted "where are you?" . I then proceeded downstairs thinking the person was coming through the front door over and over again.
   But, when I went to the front door, the person wasn't there but the sound sequence repeated except it was augmented with the sound of my voice upstairs shouting "where are you?"
   I finally found the person who was stuck in the loop going through a door that went to the kitchen. I met him in the kitchen and I believe I was able to release him from his loop. But it appears he just ended up in a low-level Focus group which I'm not going to describe here.
  Nonetheless, I'm  bringing up this anecdote here because I was wondering whether others have retrieved people from mental loops and furthermore, whether their actions (like in my case, shouting) end up part of the repeating cycle?

Mike

Hi everyone,

While relaxing in the 3D blackness the other day a round area to my left suddenly materialized that felt like deep indigo (it was darker than the surrounding blackness). I focused in on it--having already decided that I wanted to go to a place in F27 I had never been before--and without any sensation of movement, without any sense of having arrived anywhere, I was then just peering into a rich blue-black. I then perceived someone direct at me, in a lazy, singsong fashion, "Yoohoo"...and I mentally said to myself, "Yoohoo?!?", feeling the greeting was for some reason strange or out of character. I don't know why I thought that, but I wanted to laugh as well as immediately find out why someone would offer such a casual, sort of familiar greeting. I then sensed several were around me and a few were giggling, others stifling laughter at my wondering about the "Yoohoo".  I then announced that I couldn't 'see' anyone--all was still that luxurious blackness. I was really intrigued about who I was with and why I was feeling a little confused. Someone then communicated for me to bring the feeling of love to me, in order to perceive better, which I then did.

Within a few seconds I was then looking up at a huge, long, rectanglar glass ceiling perhaps 300 feet high, comprised of glass panels curving down part way to the flooring. It was made up of what appeared to be glass panels of clear and colored or stained glass. The stained glass portions were more geometric, or curving shapes that didn't resemble anything I've seen in cathedrals, homes etc. I stared at them, sensing a familiarity but beyond that I was clueless. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the vast room in soft, milky colors...and I then realized the room itself must have been as long and as wide as perhaps a few football fields. The place felt ancient, walls comprised of thick, ornately carved wood...upholstered chairs, small tables scattered here and there, people occasionally having I guess coffee (or that's what came across). It felt kind of like a library but not quite. Some had been sitting, talking, discussing. Everyone appeared as gold-white, oblong energy shapes. 

As I took all this in, in a matter of seconds I was also getting information from those standing near...they knew me and were finding it funny that I was not remembering them. I froze when this hit me...and I asked if I had understood them correctly. This generated a few more laughs (I never felt I was being 'laughed at--just people who knew and understood my predicament). I could feel others were smiling at me, waiting for me to have something dawn into my awareness...and it did. I then knew I was a frequent visitor there, apparently while asleep, and this got ME laughing. I said, "You're kidding!"...and they said nope, enjoying the moment immensely. So I thought this through, thinking it was indeed rather hilarious: there I was struggling to recall a place that I actually knew quite well on another level. I started giggling as I could feel myself take in more and more of a specific kind of feeling that belonged to either the place and/or the people surrounding me, and although it did feel familiar I still couldn't put it into words or really make it my own yet. I had to ask if some there were in my shoes, meaning were some also currently inhabiting a physical body? I got a strong yes. One of them answered that many were not, many were. I asked if anyone, still currently involved with a physical life, visited Bruce Moen's website and three to my right, one almost in front of me and several over to my left indicated yes...and a few made a point to not start laughing again. I asked if some came from various countries, from using different methods of accessing the nonphysical and got a strong yes. And so...I had to ask, "So who ARE you guys?!" No one communicated a thing but I sensed they were holding back for a reason and found my arrival a good form of entertainment. I then said, "Okay...I bet that you knew I was coming here at this time, and that a greater part of me did too, and that it would be understood that I'd be going through this amnesia game." One said many of them had gone through it too and that basically yes, it had been agreed upon that I'd do this. I asked if there was some measure of value in this amnesia game and got more knowing smiles. I had to laugh because I could feel in them a desire to want to explain and yet it was for me to 'wake up to'...so much was for me to actually become aware of, in order to really come to 'know'. So, they held back.

I then noticed at some distance away in the great entrance or hallway an extremely bright energy shape appear, followed by several others, and begin to move towards us. There was absolutely no feeling that this person was revered, or in some kind of position of authority. He/she was just another member or inhabitant of this place. Stopping within around ten feet of me I instantly sensed female, then male...and settled on neither, or perhaps both (lol). No one was in charge there. Such a way of thinking didn't exist. Everyone waited patiently while I thought this out and when my attention was back with them the bright person indicated for me to follow...that we would take a stroll. Several of us then followed, from where he/she had originally appeared and we were soon at a thick wooden door.

We were then passing out into a tropical setting: a congested row of various trees extending as far as the eye could see to our left. A curving stone path led away through soft grass, meandering in and out of shade from trees bordering the building (which I noted was made of large blocks of what appeared to be granite or stone), and eventually to a large open garden area full of roses. An area to my immediate left was full of blue roses as well as several various flowers...all blue. As we continued slowly walking along the path I briefly knelt and inspected a white rose to my right, taking in other roses and flowers. At one point I looked back and could see the glass ceiling rising above the lush garden setting, in a golden mistiness, sunlight glinting off the tranparent panels. All was so peaceful there.

The bright person started communicating a few things, such as the fact that this F27 place was quite old indeed. Many there speculated on why the complex had been created by inhabitants now long gone. People, whether still inhabiting a physical body or not, were usually drawn to this place for the simple fact that they were coming to the end of experiencing lives in the physical. Anyone could visit and/or stay there, but usually those resonating with this idea felt comfortable there. It wasn't the only place for such people, perhaps one of several--I don't know. He/she also communicated something about the plant life we were walking through, saying it was there as a reminder, a fond memory of earth existence, and also viewed as living beings that certain members would actually take with them when they exited the ELS. Some of the flora, I was told, I wasn't familiar with. There was a strong sense that a number of things were being preserved there. I asked where the daffodils were and was told to include some in the vast garden, which I did. I asked the person what the permanent as well as the still-in-the-physical inhabitants did there...and was answered with, "A lot of contemplation, learning, discussion, relaxing, being with like-minded people." I said I had sensed a part of the building was like a huge library and was told that was true. It was much more than that but the idea of a 'library' partially fit. I then asked the person their name and got back, "Amelia...that will work, Amelia." I could feel she was about to crack up right then and there (for some reason I felt the name didn't seem right) and she continued with the fact that she really didn't identify with male or female that much, but that Amelia would suffice for now, if I needed a name for her.

As we eventually made our way back I commented that the place felt liked a conservatory and asked if that was accurate. Amelia paused and stated that such a word fit rather nicely. Once back inside the building I asked for the names of some of the others there and was told that, yes, the use of names was a way to identify others, but that for the most part they simply weren't used there. Each person's unique 'energy-essence' was their 'true name'. She then indicated, by moving her arms in a flowing kind of motion, that any given name (such as my name) was a part of or included in a person's over-all unique energy---and it was in the feeling of that energy that offered an instantaneous knowing of each person. So, names as I'm accustom to, basically, were a slow or out-dated method for identification. I decided to give up on names at that point (lol).

I began to feel my time was up and in offering a goodbye to everyone I paused, started laughing and said, "Guess I'll probably be seeing you later on...when I fall asleep?" I could feel a lot of smiles...and I couldn't help but wonder if those grinning the most had already been through the 'amnesia game' themselves. As I walked out through a wide entrance and turned to face everyone I was then suddenly being propelled upwards at a rapid pace. I watched the conservatory rapidly shrink and I decided to return to C1.

Does anyone feel they may have been to this F27 'think tank/conservatory' place---even if it may have appeared differently but the purpose there seems familiar?


Thanks for reading and much love,

Ginny

Last weekend I was attuned to Reiki II in a class taught by a wonderful Reiki Master who also just happens to be a TMI trainer. Little did I know that on the second day, we would be retrieving a lost aspect of ourselves from childhood.

We sat in a circle in chairs and Carol had us close our eyes. We brought in the Reiki energy and then Carol told us to go back to our first day of school in kindergarden and if nothing unpleasant came up, that another time would.

I let out sort of an 'oh' when a scene came to mind of one day when my mother took me to kindergarden and dropped me off as she always did.  Only this time I wanted back in the car and wouldn't let go of the door handle so my mother couldn't drive off. You see, everytime I acted up, my mother threatened to leave me and never come back and I was afraid that she wouldn't come back to get me that day. So I wouldn't let go of the door handle. Finally, she unlocked the door and let me back in.

After awhile Carol told us each to pick up our little girls (we were all women in the class) and to hold them to our heart chakras and give them unconditional love. My little self just absorbed right into me with a wonderful feeling of being more complete. It was quite emotional for me but a very wonderful part of the Reiki class, something I never expected in Reiki.

By the way, my mother took me to her friend's house and told her what had happened so the friend told her that if I couldn't go to school, I must be sick, so I should go to bed, which I did and stayed in bed all day. The next day I went to school with no trouble at all.

Love,
Marilyn

Marta,

  Thanks for sharing your retrieval of Tamu.  The way you describe getting *imps* and following them along can be so helpful to others who are learning.  It would be so easy to think the *imps* are nothing worth following, but as your experience shows they can lead us to clearer perception and more information.

  And I see you're also learning how to deal with new retrieval situations well.  Using the "magic" approach was perfect for Tamu.  He could believe it and you played the part very well.

Love,

Bruce