It’s about what happens to you when you know that these other people following along similar paths (Bruce/RAM/Seth) and little me, that there is more that we can perceived in our waking life.

I believe there is more to existence, despite not having had an official OBE as such, well maybe a few little one, not enough to brag about, I believe, because I find it impossible to believe that (these Guys.. ) were crazy, and so are a lot of you out there including myself, and luckily I’ve had a few minor experiences that provide some glue to keep everything from falling apart into uncertainty.

So here I am, reducing my ego much faster than I was before I knew all or part of this, because there is more to myself.
However, feeling  like I’m becoming less human, maybe I should re-phrase that, maybe not less human, just (growing) more spirit, and (achieving) a different ratio between the two.
I look at life in a more objective way, so I’ve basically became less human because I’m growing more spiritually and I believe that human existence is not all there is!!
OK, I’m a human being, and I experience this existence, or life drama as some of you pointed out. I do participate in this life drama… and hopefully I will become saner in this life drama, as Bruce said.

I can only speak for myself, about what I’ve been able to learn, and how I’ve changed. Try this on and see it if fits..
< I’m less concern about being better than those around me.>
< I’m trying to be less impatient with people, I’m alert for anything I can learn from them even how not to be if that’s the lesson>
< I’ve learn to be much less “closed” with people, allow them to see a side hat I may not have (willingly)show before.>
<I try not to get angry anymore or upset such a waste of positive energy.>
<And I try not to fret over things I have no control over.>
Those are human qualities that I’ve lost, glad I id in a way and I wish more humans would too. And I laugh a lot more and enjoying his life more than ever..

Thank you for listening and hope it make sense..lol
With Love
Romain

PS.
Yes Alysia, it’s like a balancing act, with one foot in both worlds and I must add that it’s not easy. One thing that I never really realized is how strong the “Ego” could be.. It does not like changes.

Gordon; this phrase >>>When you get to this realization you see that you're only taking illusions seriously to make others feel comfortable, just as you read a child's bedtime story to make them happy and at ease.....make so much sense and so easy to do...lol.. I completely forgot about those bedtime story telling, but I do like the metaphor And I will keep up that exercise. What about your new one? When are you going to post it so we can give it a try?

Sydnei, you will experience it, or receive any validation of your own, don’t give up..

Raphael, >>My goal here is to learn how to love (cheesy I know... forgive me for that one lol). So even if people are suffering I want to be there for them to help them out of this (to help them learn faster and get over it). >>> Not cheesy at all, I’ve learn that by opening my heart first; help me immensely, and Bruce got a great exercise for this.

Boris, <<I find after they are gone, that I appreciate them more. I am freed
of any difficult issues that I might have had with them.>>> I could not agree more with you, I also feel much more closer to them now..

Wizlove; I’m still absorbing what you said.. will get back to you !

My dear friend Ginny..well you know what I think..lOL.

Hi everyone,


This morning, in wanting to shift my attention and go within, I could feel that all that was needed this time was a sufficient relaxation, and simply recalling the feeling of being relaxed did it. My body instantly lost it's normal tension and it felt as if I was then sinking into a nice blissful state.

As I thought of where I wanted to be or whether to do a retrieval, I realized I hadn't consciously been with the guys I call the Golden Beings for some time. I think it was around two years ago when I began placing the intent to go beyond the known focus levels--I wanted to communicate with nonhuman intelligences--and these guys were among several I encountered. To this day they remain intriguing, as their presence is so passive (it's unthinkable to impose themselves on other life forms) and yet they're full of ideas and knowledge and always eager to share what they know, even when they understand it's difficult for me to grasp stuff. I've ended up in encounters with them that always produced the unexpected, which I enjoy. So once again, as I saw them in my mind and simultaneously brought to me the over-all feeling I'd always experienced when visiting with them, it was a matter of seconds before I could sense and then see them nearby.

As I greeted them by feeling a happiness in being with them again I got their simultaneous and warm hello. And they immediately asked if I wanted to proceed with an adventure that I had requested and had been pulled away from over a year ago. Just to backtrack, the last time I had been with them, after discussing things of interest I had asked if I could take a peek at their world, or home, or wherever/whatever it was they traveled and/ or lived in. I was excited to say the least, and as I was on the verge of following that curiosity with them I was stopped by the sudden, unmistakable presence of my deceased Mom. She was off to my right, communicating a need for me to accompany her to help someone in the afterlife. I had never felt her presence more strongly as I did right then, which astounded me. I'm always willing to help out, especially when it involves her as her visits are infrequent, but I had to ask her, "Why now?!" I could feel the Golden Beings waiting as my Mom continued her request, and to pull me away from what undoubtedly was, for me, an exciting moment, she let me know that her grandmother, my great grandma,  was ready to leave a world within the Belief System Territories and it was important we be there for her. I said adios and left (and that retrieval ended up dashing some preconceived notions I had held as well). So, this morning, I was being reminded of an old wish and I was amazed because it felt as if the Golden Beings hadn't experienced the span of around a year, since I had last interacted with them. They were picking up right where we had left off. It's one thing to believe that time is relative--and another to actually feel/experience this from others who don't seem to dwell within such a concept (lol). My response was, Yes!, and I detected a trickle of what I'd interpret as amusement from them.

They then proceeded to disband or become independent golden rods as they formed a circle with me at the center. When I say disband, I mean they're usually a group bunched or banded together...tall, slim, golden rod-like things. When I initially encountered them I assumed each was an individual, and in a way they are, but they refer to themselves as one, a whole unit that seems to function more along the lines of one entity calling itself/themselves, "We", and yet they're separate too. Anyhoo, they said to just relax and suspend all assumptions or preconceived notions--in other words, relax. So I did and the next thing I was aware of was a huge whiteness expanding all around us. For a moment it felt as if we were inside something and I joked to myself that it felt like being in a Costco warehouse. But the feel of expansion continued and we were just in a vast whiteness. They said the white nothingness was my interpretation--that what I was perceiving was being stretched to its limits. They said it was their universe/space, along the lines of the universe/space I call universe/outer space. This was their 'home', which traveled with them...just as vast and full of life as my universe was to me. They then said that it, their universe, didn't actually travel around...that it was always present with them, as every other 'universe' was also. Wherever they sent or focused their attention, their home or universe was ever present. I could only pick up on vast white nothingness at this time because it was basically impossible to understand their world from my limited abilities. I said that it felt as if I was seeing and feeling a 3D whiteness simply because all my mind could offer at this time was a complete opposite of what I was use to. I felt their answer to be the equivelant of a human smile come back at me. They then followed up by communicating that the concepts I was understandably holding onto, such as spatial, distance, linear time, solidity, the five physical senses--or even wanting to 'see' with the mind's eye for that matter--was what kept me from being able to really perceive their world.

For some reason I switched gears and asked them if they ever experience joy (remembering that they had said they didn't have human emotion in their existence) and they repeated what I had learned from them previously. I briefly remembered asking, in another visit, out of frustration in not being able to comprehend much of their world or existence, what they did to keep from getting bored. I had fully expected some kind of wise or esoteric answer, but was blown away when they all had paused (several seconds), with one of them finally asking a fellow Golden Being what "bored" was, truly having no idea what I was talking about. When I tried to explain the word they had trouble understanding!--(lol!).

I then expressed a desire to better understand 'their universe' we were apparantly in and surrounded by, and asked for their assistance. They have helped me in the past with visual aids--much like suddenly being able to watch a short movie, something I could obviously relate to. And I was then looking at a large, transparent bubble...and I understood that it housed a 'universe'. Then I was seeing what looked like thousands of these bubbles clustered together. I was told that even this 'visual' wasn't entirely correct because my concept of bubbles involved separate bubbles floating independently, or attaching themselves to others, but always being individual bubbles complete with a solid boundary or spherical casing. In essence, 'universe bubbles' had casings or boundaries and yet they didn't. I was then seeing all these slightly iridescent spheres superimposed over one another, intermingling, all one and yet each unto their own. I asked if there was a lot of traveling, so to speak, between universes, and they said of course, as if it was normal. I then had what I call a brief 'knowing flash' of what they were showing me--where I'm suddenly either more aware or able to better understand (it's a strange feeling and difficult to describe, but you just suddenly *know* something and you can't logically explain how), only to have it slide right back out of my awareness. I could feel they knew I was struggling a bit as I finally said that, yea, I sorta got it...and I laughed.

It felt as if I was stretched to the limit, so I changed the subject and thought I'd toss them something different, just to see what would come back. I asked them, throughout their interest and study of the Earth Life System, who did they feel was perhaps the most advanced person(s), the wisest of souls. At that point I was completely expecting they would point out a human or a human group, and was so surprised at their answer that I coped a mild attitude--). Before me, a short distance away, was a visual of the upper half of a large gorilla, just staring back at me with a benign expression. Now I love and have so much respect for the animal kingdom, and have always believed they were more properly connected with life in matters that were important, opposed to humans...but I thought what I was seeing was silly and said so. I said something like, "Ah c'mon--a gorilla? Please.....". The gorilla was still there so I let all of it go, not just that visual but where I was--as well as the Golden Beings--I just let it all go, asking for better understanding. I wanted my perceiver to give me a better interpretation. When I opened my awareness again nothing had changed...so I let it all go again only to have the vast 3D whiteness, as well as the gorilla not only reappear but there was something that felt fixed about the environment--in a way that said what I was being shown was basically correct. As I struggled with this--thoughts flooding in about why I was so shocked at this information, why did I think that only humans had exclusive rights to intellect or wisdom?--I was told that the gorilla lived a multidimensional existence. Other animals did too (it felt as if the Golden Beings were saying that this was much more common in the animal kingdom than in the human). They could not only 'see' auras around living things but could actually go further and see other life forms in their true energy essence whenever they wanted (I was told this was a good way to know what was good to eat--the more energy a plant had the better feast). I was then treated to what felt like looking out at a world through the eyes of a gorilla...and saw leaves go from looking like leaves to being surrounded by white energy to being nothing but brilliant white energy forms. Gorillas could actually be aware of their physical earth environment, as well as other environments or dimensions, simultaneously, if they wanted. Thinking gorillas were slow or dumb resulted from humans observing their state of being from a narro

Hello Friends,
this morning sitting in hot tub at pool and trying to meditate and feeling I was too scattered to really achieve much, I settled for normal consciousness and a pleasant holiday weekend.

Then...I began to notice I was abstracted, distanced from my scattered consciousness, as though viewing it from a distance.  I watched, amused, as it flitted from things I thought about that morning in bed, to things I experienced yesterday and last week, to things that might happen later today and planned stuff for next week.  It was facinating to see how the 'focus' flipped about all over as if on a whim. Then i suddenly got the notion that this was a reflection of how Higher Self/Disc relates to incarnate individuals in its "family".
Then I asked, was I fantasising or was this an approximation of HS consciousness?  The answer was yes, it was an approximation of HS consciousness.  The distancing effect from my own mental flip-flops enabled it.  Normally we get caught up in the flip-flops and lose ourselves and have to rsort to some kind of meditative practise to regain some sense of self and serenity.  But when we distance ourselves from this random seeming regression/projection scenario we can glimpse how HS rapidly (maybe even instantaneously) shifts the spotlight from one incarnation to the other, looks to see what's happening, tries to offer wider consciousness as a sort of advice, usually gets ignored or not noticed at all or taken for an aspect of mind such as "my conscience speaking", and then moves on to the next one.  Kinda like checking up on the kids playing in the backyard, except they're all playing in diffeent epochs and societies.
I was also told that although this comparison is only partially true, it's true enough to serve as a prelude to later, more complete "blendings", presumably when "I'm" ready.
Sounds like fun, no?   

gordon/love

    Yesterday someone asked me to do sort of a fortune telling reading,, I am not a fortune teller. I said you can ask me the question, I certainly cannot promise that I can get an answer, but if I have a feeling or if spirit shows me anything , I will certainly pass it on to you. This female named Rhonda was in a situation. It seems that she and her husband moved to a new state to be closer to her best friend Pam. Nothing was working out, they had only lived there but three months, and already the friendship with Pam had broken up and both Rhonda and her husband wanted to move back home. I asked why not just pack up and return home. Rhonda stated she was afraid they could not get jobs back home and cash was low right now. I tuned into Rhonda's energy and immediately I heard the name Jeff. Rhonda do you know a Jeff? She sighed , yes  he is my friend Pam's boyfriend and I could care less. What about the move? Should I or not at this time?. A older lady appeared in spirit and I felt the strong concern about this Jeff. I relayed this to Rhonda. This older lady feels like family to Jeff I told Rhonda. Really  Rhonda  said I would not know, and I dont care about Jeff. Rhonda  I asked, what is going on right now with Jeff, I feel he is in some kind of trouble here. She sighed and told me the whole story, how Pam met and moved in with Jeff and then Rhonda found out that Jeff sells drugs for a living. I dont blame you for wanting to get far away from this situation.But this Jeff has family in spirit who loves him and is concerned and I feel he is getting support from the other side to change his path right now. Rhonda said reluctantly that she would give this message to Pam and Jeff, and Rhonda will be moving back home.  I wish you all well,, love linn

When my mom died in the spring, each night, I would ask her to come to me in my sleep, but nothing seemed to happen. Now, on several occasions, I have gone looking for her over There while I am sleeping --though I have not been intending to do so-- and it happened again last night.

I was told that she was going away, but that I could catch her before she left, so I went where they said that she would be and I kept watch for her. It was at a lovely location at the foot of a hill, on the coast, but I didn't see her so I returned. Someone said that they had just seen her and that I should go back, so I did. At the foot of that hill was a gas station and I was told to go around to the other side of it and I would find her. I did so and saw a woman sitting on a park bench, which was on the concrete near the garage. It seemed like such a strange place for anyone to be sitting, but there she was, with her head faced upward toward the sun and her eyes closed --like I recall her doing a lot when I was little, when she enjoyed just soaking in the rays. I immediately began to cry at the sight of her. She motioned for me to sit down along side her, but I seemed to be frozen in place. I asked her what she was doing there, where she was going, and I begged her not to leave me. I was crying so much that it woke me up. But I think that I went right back to sleep and returned to where she was still sitting on the bench. I kept crying and begging her again to not go away, and then I awoke again. I was in anguish but, at the same time, I was surpised to feel that my face was wet with real tears. It had all felt so real.

I keep looking for my mom in my sleep, but then when I think that I've found her, it's such a shock that I don't stay around long enough to have a conversation. I've talked to her, but I haven't really heard what she has to say. I don't know if I'm just dreaming or if I'm too overwhelmed by my loss to be able to deal with the possibility that she is not really lost at all.

A couple days ago I was told by guidance that I had an aspect from a parallel life to retrieve.

Going into the 3D blackness I saw a prostitute who had been raped and murdered. She didn't know she was dead.
I stood over her lifeless body and projected PUL into her. She opened her eyes and seemed to see recognition in them but was very confused. I pulled her to me and told her that she was fine and hugged her. The looked just like me. Then she looked to the light and saw her/my family and went with them. It was very fast and easy.

Has anyone done any retrieval of self from a parallel life here?

Love,
Marilyn 

    Hello all, been awhile since I posted last, sorry about that. I am taking time to post what happened yesterday. My husband and I went to the mall yesterday and grabbed a bite to eat near there, the resturant was crowded but the room was light and sunny. Out of the blue my husband John started chatting about a elderly client of his, and instantly a elderly female in spirit appeared next to my husband. Now I have posted in the past about spirits appearing to me( showing themselves visible Vs. seeing them in my head) in resturants, for some reason this happens a lot. The only explanation I can come up with is the energy that is there in the room. She was a sweet smiling elderly lady, I immediately heard her say John,, well I thought is she talking about my husband, then I asked what was the clients name and my husband said its John. Well there is a lady here in spirit saying his name,, that must be his wife who recently passed , replied my husband. She is giving me a strong E sound like in Ea, or Ev perhaps. I do not know what his wife's name was, when we get home I will try and look it up. This lady was trying to say something about a sister  and Florida. She also was very concerned about her John and his state of emotional health. I want to talk to old john about her visit to me,, at this time trying to figure out how to present it to a old fashioned, bible belt follower if you understand these kind of folks thinking , not an easy thing to do. We got home  and later looked up his information, his wife's name was Edna. I knew that was his wife but its always nice to confirm what you find.  Post note # on what I said earlier about the room being sunny, for some reason I find seeing spirit manifesting in sunny background light a bit easier than in a room without any light,, I liken it to viewing aura, its easier to see with proper light behind the subject ,, love linn

Hello Bruce and all,
For those of you who were here from the begining and read my post
about "In Remembrance of R.E.S "Can't get through", well last night it happened..(First
Conscious Visit).
Two (2) months and Three (3) weeks , 6 days,I've waited for this visit (In a Dream). Found myself in a large area, convention type of group session surrounding,when I heard my name, kind of turn around  and with his usual " Hello Darling", Australian Slang, can't miss it, i knew it was him, standing there with other people.
He wanted to introduce me to his new friends,I got the imp that some of them just passed on not so long ago, and they were all kind of gathered  in that room to learn together about what they are suppose to do
next..??
Anyhow..I said the "Hell with your friends"..lol....will get to them later; come here and give me a hug and kiss, i've miss you,you big Australian Kangaroo...LOL,I did not want to lose contact by talking to his new found friends...
We did hug and we kind of merge together like a strand of DNA, swirling around and
around while going higher and higher until I lost
conciousness/contact ..I was so please that it did happened, i got up with a big smile on my face, and today is a wonderful day for me.
Thank you Bruce, you were right..it does takes time...and it does come..just what I needed to get me back on tract..

Just wanted to share this moment, and for those of you who are waiting to make contact with love ones, don't dispair, "IT WILL HAPPEN"...give it time,have a great day..

With Love
Romain.

Hi everyone,

Once I arrived in the 3D blackness I sent out the intent for a Helper to appear in order to help in a retrieval wherever needed. I waited...and then sent out word again. No one appeared (or I was just not picking up on anyone) so I broadcasted, with emphasis on each word, the same message, thinking that mental shouting would do the trick (lol!). When it still seemed to me that I was 'Helperless', I decided that perhaps I'd go it alone and see what was up.

I brought to mind F23 and how it usually housed people in isolated pockets, and I then re-experienced a general feeling I've always experienced while there, and I was then experiencing a sensation of movement. I was in blackness, sweeping by areas that seemed to be dimly lighted. I then realized I was in an upright position but moving sideways for some reason.

When I could feel I was in F23 and as I sort of started scanning the blackness for anyone that needed help, I was instantly aware of someone crying, below and over to my left. I looked down and saw a woman standing, bent forward slightly, crying--or more like sobbing. The area around her seemed to be made up of patches of fog, some more dense than others, and I knew this fogginess was my interpretation of what was actually a very real 'reality', to her. 

Her continued crying made me go into action, by quickly moving down and then carefully making my way behind her, stopping to her left. I asked, almost whispering so not to freak her out, what was wrong, could I help her?...and she reacted by turning and facing me with eyes wide with fear. We were both startled for a moment but I recovered by telling her everything was all right and asking again if there was anything I could do. While this was happening a part of me was open and alert to any information from a Helper and I could feel I was on my own for some reason. The woman stared at me for a moment and then turned away, sliding back into her state of sorrow, radiating a lot of fear. 

It then came to me that the KGB was coming for her. In wanting to make sure I was understanding correctly I asked, KGB? She answered quickly, with emphasis, "No--a group within the KGB."  I then understood from her that they had killed her husband and she was next. While hurriedly trying to think of something to do I reassured her I was not a part of that organization and she could trust me. I asked if she had witnessed his killing and she said no, he had just disappeared some time ago and she knew he was dead.

I focused in on the sparse room she was in, noting a small window behind us, and then decided I'd tell her I could take her away...that she had nothing to fear anymore.  I moved closer to her, picking up on the feeling that she now knew we could leave, and I took her arm and started moving up and away, intent on escorting her to either F27 or wherever it was best for her to be...and something interesting happened. I got as far as say perhaps twenty or thirty feet, zooming at a good clip up and away from her room, and she angrily informed me that it was impossible for her to leave. I then realized she hadn't even been by my side but was still standing in her room, looking up at me as if I were nuts. And like a rubber band stretched to its limit, her rebuke seemed to snap me right back to where we had been standing before I tried my flying feat.

In quickly  trying to figure out what to do next I was then aware that we had not been in a typical room of a house, but rather a jail or prison cell. The area she had been facing while crying was made up of vertical iron bars and I then knew that the remaining three walls were made of cement blocks. While I was taking this all in she reiterated that no one left this place... and in a flash I knew how to help her (and wondered if Helpers were purposely hanging around, tossing me ideas, playing armchair quarterbacks or something). I apologized to her, explaining that I had neglected to inform her that all of the prison personnel were gone. No one was in charge and inmates were just leaving. She stared at me and I could feel she wasn't sure whether to give in to her fear or take a chance on believing what I was saying. I then stepped to the wall-to-ceiling iron bars and opened the section that was an actual door, and moved into a semi-dark, short hallway. She was right behind me. The hallway seemed to be at the end of and join two, long paralleling corridors of prison cells. As we began moving down one of these long rows the woman seemed to be astonished that all her fellow inmates were gone. And within a minute or two she and I were moving in blackness, finally away from F23.

My idea was to take her to Focus 27 unless something else came our way, and it did. Out of the blackness a large, white ball appeared and was instantly in front of us. I was suddenly receiving more information about the woman, especially that she was Jewish. As I speculated whether the white sphere, which undoubtedly held a great deal of quiet, intense energy, had something to do with her religion, I watched as she just seemed to merge with it. She seemed to be transfixed, at peace...and she disappeared into its whiteness. The sphere then moved off and away and I remained for a moment, wondering what that had been all about. I asked to no one in particular in the surrounding blackness if she had entered a Jewish world within the BST and got a strong no, noticing a woman--I guess a Helper--off to my left, shaking her head. I was told what she had entered and where she now was had everything to do with her religious beliefs, but it had nothing to do with the Belief System Territories. Hmmm.

Thanks for reading and much love,

Ginny

Julia,

I know how you feel...wondering if it all is somehow a fantasy, but keep up the excellent work cause verification will come, as Bruce teaches on the video you've got. From your description it sounds to me as if you were paying attention to and working with nonphysical senses--feelings, impressions, a knowing sense about things, images via the mind's eye, etc. Bravo! They're the language of There... or the most direct way of communicating that I've been able to use as of yet...especially the 'just knowing' stuff. It takes a little time to get use to, but have fun, experiment, do exactly what you're doing. It's an absolutely fantastic journey of not only being of service to others, but one of self discovery too.

Much love and keep sharing--)

Ginny

Hi Ginny, I'vce been taking a wee holiday from the board and am a bit behind.  But I would like to comment on an old post of yours: Party Town BST.
I'm so glad you had this experience and shared it on the board.  These type of retrievals are just as big a part of the "overall plan" we're being introduced to with this work as any religious type hollow heaven.  There's always been pleasure seekers-type heavens, but in the old style spiritualism they got a bad rap as hells/purgatories of the lustful and selfishly depraved.  Fortunately we have been slowly able to drag the afterlife out of the clutches and definitions of the narrow-mindedly religious and, (dig this) secularise and humanise it.
Heaven's for everyone, not just those that go to the right church. (as you well know)
I've found myself repeatedly in party type places over the years, some of them vaguely disreputable gambling casino/high class brothel type places, but I haven't posted any of the experiences cause they got too long and complicated.
It's great that you've shown folks how helpers have their fun with costumes and game playing, because that's so true.  Laughter and delight seems to drive them even more than compassion, if that's not a too outrageous thing to say.
I'm so grateful that you have the time to make these explorations and long detailed posts, because I don't.
God bless you for being such a help to everyone here.
gordon/love

    In an earlier posting I had asked Bruce if I should intervene on this 21 yr old soldier who passed on while unconscious.He suggested that I blow a bugle near his ear. I did do this several times, shortly after I focused blowing the bugle, my dog here started to bark loudly at something, it took away my concentration for a moment, I re-tuned in , but  the strangest thing happened ,a dog  there appeared near this male and his brother and started barking loudly. I did not create this, or if I did  I was not doing consciously,, however after the dog there started to bark the young soldier sat up, now it could have been the bugle or the combination of both, but he sat up. Dazed but sitting up. I left him with his little brother tugging at his hand to get up.  Any opinions about the dog?  love linn

I've read where Bruce Moen was able to communicate with some people while they were in a dream state. My question is it possible to communicate (meaningfully) with another person's subconscious while they themselves are awake? or must the other people be in REM or some other altered state of consciousness? anyone have success communicating with living, awake people while either in a hypnotic altered state or out of body?

   hello, last evening I was doing some spirit connecting for small group of people, one of the group asked me to check on her friend's son, this son died in Iraq about 6 days ago at the age of 21. I tuned in and saw him decked out in formal military dress , totally asleep laying in a coffin or bed, the bed had a silk looking cover over him. I found out that he passed over from swelling of the brain sort of encephalitis like condition, he died never regaining consciousness. There was a small little blonde haired  boy running around the room where he laid, he lost his little brother many years ago at the age of three. This boy is now around 12, however this child showed himself to be around three, perhaps so I could idenify him as his brother.  I picked up  telepathic wise  that this little boy was trying to awake his brother, not with success so far. I will continue to check on this 21 year old male, being only 6 days since he has passed over. But my question to you Bruce as I cannot seem to locate the particular book  of yours( I have all of them)  where you go into detail about passing over in a unconscious state ( Note to all wanting to learn , please purchase Bruce's books if you want to learn and understand the after life as they are valuable and please do not misplace them as I have done at this moment to refer back on )  I am not sure if this male is needing time to heal or if I should intervene. Would you please explain dying while in a unconscious state.  Thank you ,, linn

A couple of evenings ago, my e-mail was bombarded with cat and dog obituaries. Needless to say, it was unnerving and depressing.  I finally discovered the
main address they were coming from and got a confirmation of unsubscription from the website.

But that didn't stop more obituaries from flooding my mailbox.  Finally I put a block on all the senders.

The next day, a friend said on that same evening her cat died.

In retrospect I now believe this was a type of after-death communication.  But while this was happening, I thought I was losing my marbles.

Hi everyone,

Once I got comfortable and took some deep, slow breaths, I remembered the feeling of being in a blissful state of relaxation and could then feel my physical surroundings just kind of melt away from my awareness. It wasn't long before the 3D blackness appeared all around and I just remained there for awhile, watching it, wondering.

I then began struggling with my attention wanting to focus back in on my physical life--stuff I'd be doing later in the day--and so after awhile, knowing I wanted to help in a retrieval wherever needed, I sent out a request for a Helper to appear, "cause I obviously needed help too", I joked (just finding it a little difficult to concentrate).  Within a few seconds I felt the presence of someone nearby and a whitish, human looking shape was to my right. I felt a sense of warmth and knew the Helper was female. Her presence made me realize I was in a prone position--I had to look slightly down to see her. So I quickly moved down and stood close to her and immediately picked up on her hair...naturally curly brown waves parted in the middle and just touching her shoulders. She was wearing a dress belted at the waist and ending just below the knee. She seemed pleased to see me but she was also radiating a sense of wanting to get on with business. I felt her take my right hand and turn slightly, hinting it was time to go and help someone, so I didn't ask about her attire. 

There was a brief sensation of movement and I watched the Helper then raise her right arm as she was looking straight ahead of us. I had the feeling she was rapidly communicating with me and I was missing most of it...but what I got was she had not been able to help someone that she cared very much about. I could feel her concern and desire to want to end whatever turmoil they were in.

And suddenly I was then seeing what appeared to be about a twenty foot ring of white, frantic energy, kind of like watching a circle of lightning bolts rapidly moving upward, intersecting with each other and disappearing about ten feet from its base. My first thought was we were in the BST but got a no from the Helper. As we moved closer I was fascinated and then taken slighty off guard as I realized there was someone standing inside the ring. I then understood that the frenzied energy ring--which I opened up a bit to feel--was a manifestation of the person inside. I had never seen anything like this before and although I wanted to study it more the Helper was communicating that we needed to enter the ring. Because I had felt a sense of wildness from the circle I hesitated, but I then knew it would be fine to pass through it, which we did.

We were then standing several feet away from an elderly woman. My mind of course started racing and I made it stop as the Helper didn't seem to respond to the possible explanations I was entertaining. The woman was in despair and extremely frightened. On the surface it seemed she had created a kind of hell for herself and as I was wondering why she was in Focus 23, in such an awful state of isolation, I think the Helper was finally able to break through my thinking...because I was then seeing fire all around us. We were surrounded by flames that felt as if they were moving inward. I asked if the woman had died in a fire and the Helper offered a slow nod--which told me I hadn't really been tuned into her well until now (lol).

Just as I began hurriedly wondering what to do, as if superimposed over that mental question, came not only the idea to appear to the elderly woman as a fire fighter, but I was instantly wearing a heaviness that said 'fire fighting gear' to me. I moved quickly to her and could see she had her hands on her face and she was terrified. I sensed a lot of roaring noise and so shouted to her, "Fire department! Fire department!" As her eyes moved to me I could feel her suddenly take in my presence, but she was paralyzed to the spot so I picked her up. I kept repeating we were there to get her out as she remained  stiff, slumping a little over my shoulder.

Once out of the circle she sat down on something I couldn't see (the surrounding area was all blackness) and still seemed to be in shock but also relieved she had been rescued. The Helper then approached her--and I didn't have to offer introductions--the elderly woman could not only perceive her but knew her.  They embraced and I backed away, sensing the elderly woman was crying about her home burning down.

A minute or two later the Helper then moved toward me as I watched more Helpers surround the elderly woman, and she answered my silent questions: she had been the woman's daughter at one time. Her mother, in that time frame (which I sensed was around the middle of the last century), had pushed her family out of her life to the point she ended up living alone in her old age, anxious and troubled about what such behavior would bring her once she died. I thanked her for including me in the retrieval and eventually moved away from the scene, glad as all get-out the older woman was finally out of that situation.

Well, thanks for reading and much love to all,

Ginny

A friend sent this NDE account and I agree with her, it's worth the five minutes it takes to read it.

Mellen-Thomas Benedict NDE URL:

www.near-death.com/experiences/reincarnation04.html

Bruce

Last night I decided I'd better retrieve those 5 aspects of myself from this life that I need to do. I knew they were all from the 28 years of abuse with Virgil.  So I put on a hemi-sync Metamusic, Inner Journey, on my little stereo (no headphones) and closed my eyes and quieted my mind and then asked for an aspect that was lost to come to me. I saw the time when we were on the BMW motorcycle and he asked me to get off and raise the shocks which was very hard to do when the bike wasn't on the center stand.  I couldn't no matter what I did.  He got off the bike and kicked
me square in the *ss with his boot.  I went down in terrible pain way up inside of me. He put the bike on the center stand and then did it so easily.  I got up and we went to Gemco, a discount store not far away,
but I got such bad pains in my lower abdomen that I almost passed out and we had to go home.  This eventually led to me having my hysterectomy and I had 'chocolate' ovaries (had bled) and I'm sure that was from the kick. I couldn't go to the doctor until the purple bruises left which was about a month later.

So anyway this aspect of me that was in pain on the ground came to me crying and I held her and pulled her close to my heart chakra and told her that it was all over with and that she was coming back into me. Then
I waited while she gradually disappeared into my heart chakra.

Next I asked for another aspect to come and the scene from a trip to the desert passed in front of me. We were in our mini motor home and I was standing in the back holding the refrigerator door closed as the desert
trail was very bumpy. I can't remember what set him off, but all of a sudden he slammed on the brakes and I went flying, hitting my body in different parts by banging into the sharp corner of the stove, the
refrigerator door hitting me, and many bruises.  He looked back and said it served me right.  I called the crying aspect of me to come to me and held her and told her that it was over and wouldn't ever happen again. I
held her to my heart chakra until she slowly disappeared into me.

Next I asked for another aspect to come and I remembered the time he had me trapped in the hallway and kept beating my face with the handle end of the flyswatter (plastic).  He kept poking it into my nose and cheeks and chin until it felt like I didn't have a face anymore.  I again pulled her to my heart chakra and told her that it was okay, it was over and wouldn't ever happen again and that I loved her and waiting while she slowly dissolved into me.

Next I asked for the 4th aspect to come and saw myself getting hit with his Wellington type black boots in the head, over and over again until blood was running down my face. This was the only time I had to go to the hospital emergency room to get stitched up.  Again, I pulled the crying aspect to me and told her it was over and that I loved her and she dissolved into my heart chakra.

For the 5th aspect, so many different times came into my vision that I didn't know which one to do, so then I decided that I would gather all the pain, fear, hurt, anger and resentment into my arms in one fell swoop and pulled it all to my heart chakra and told them all that it was over and that it would never happen again.  And that I loved all the aspects. I watched as it all disappeared into my heart chakra and I also saw all the pain, fear, hurt, anger and resentment flowing out my crown chakra, sort of like bees leaving the nest and there were hundreds, thousands of them.  It reminded me a lot of "The Green Mile" where all that 'stuff' came out of his mouth.

Love,
Marilyn

   I travel for a living so while I am in a hotel in Washington DC,I decide to go see what my son is up to. I go to my beach place.
Lots of love around me, it is almost overwhelming. After some great conversation, I say "Go for a retrieval?"  I end up back in the hotel room. I can feel a man there. His name is Charles-"Charlie." He
asks if I can really see him. I tell him sort of - I can feel him and know where he is and what he is saying. He worked on building the subway in Washington DC when they first started construction. He was dressed an older tweed jacket and hat. Felt he might have been supervising the construction. He kept asking me "you can really see me?" I kept reinforcing that "Yes I could." He was amazed by this. I said we can go someplace that is wonderful and limitless. He liked that idea. I told him we can go right out the window. He didn't like that at all. A lady named Kathleen showed up-I didn't get much on her except she was from his era. She might have been a helper playing into the scene or not. I know she was requesting help also. Not knowing how to get them out of there, I told them I was holding my son's hand "Can you see him?" They had a hard time seeing him. I got a little emotional how much I loved having him there with me. I think the emotion did the trick because they were finally able to see him. I told them Kevin would take them to a wonderful place. Then away they went. I thought it was cool that I was brought back to the physical place I was at to do a retrieval, it was surprising and really cool.  Love Krisa

Ryan Reynolds, 10-year-old boy with a brain tumor died, but not before he reported seeing his grandparents who've been dead for years (grandparents who died before his birth).

The angels appear on film. People here spend a lot of time working with "angels." Thought you'd enjoy seeing your friends at work. Story at link below.

I found out from Virgil, my guidance that I had a past life aspect to retrieve. Her name was Lydia. The year was 1455. She had a 2 year old daughter who died when she got caught in Lydia's weaving. Lydia was so grieved that she didn't want to live without her daughter and killed herself and was stuck, still in grief.

Tonight I listened to my hemi-sync tape and along with Virgil as the Helper, went to see Lydia. We found her in a dark place, just sitting and rocking back and forth and moaning her grief. I called to her but she didn't hear. I got down close to her and took her hands in mine and started talking softly to her, telling her that she was in the afterlife where Maron, her daughter was and that they could be together again. She finally looked at me with a look of wonder on her face. Just then a little girl came running over to Lydia and Lydia held her and rocked her and I knew she would be okay. There was a slight shift in perception and I realized that in that moment, we had all moved to Focus 27 and that Lydia would soon have visitors who would help her to adjust to her new life.

Love,
Marilyn

     Hello all, 
Thought I would share this with you, yesterday my husband had to make a call to a client at her home and asked me if I wanted to come along as it was out in the countryside and the drive there would be nice. He briefly said this lady would like the company as she recently lost her husband, of course my ears perked up at hearing she recently lost her husband. As we approached the long winding lane toward her farm house, I heard part of a name in my head, I tuned in and saw in my head a scene,  a elderly tallish male along with another younger male and these two were building or working on completeing a house on a farm, the farm buildings were there but the house was still being worked on. The younger male was shorter than the elderly male, and showed me his strong muscular arms as he moved parts of lumbar about. The tallish elderly male was giving advice as well as helping him. I let the scene go at the moment. We entered this lady's home and sat down. She said I have some news as well as some paper work I want you to look at, she paused and with a smile said, I found out I have bone cancer. You could tell she was not at all upset by this. She recently lost her husband two months ago  and a year and half ago their only child a middle aged son passed away from a lengthy illness he had always lived with them. I walked over and looked at the family pictures, there was her tallish husband and shorter in height son standing side by side smiling. The son in the picture was ill and thin, but in my head I saw him healthy and robust. I tuned into the scene again, saw a dog wagging its tail next to them, I asked her if they had a dog,, she told me the lengthy story of how they lost the dog, I nodded and smiled. Then the tallish male in my head gave me part of a name again, it started with a M and was a short sounding name with a strong Mo sound, I knew this elderly's man first name began with a M but he kept insisting there was another M. The lady was chatting away then said, you know my son never called me mom but always called me Mo,,,, I laughed and nodded, then the phone rang, she went over and picked it up, she kept saying hello , hello,,, she sighed and replied , you know these last two months this phone rings all the time, I walk over and pick it up and no one is there. I wanted to shout,, oh but there is, its your husband on the other end,, but saw in my head the busy building and completing of the house on the farm  awaiting the reuniting of the three of them again. I wish you all well, love linn

I was told by guidance that I had 3 aspects of self to retrieve from this lifetime when I was with a man in 1989.

Rick was 21 years younger than me and I knew better, but he was good looking (actually looks a lot like Johnny Depp with his wispy beard) and I really loved him. He's the one I moved to NE Washington state with,
lived in a tipi with for 4 months until I bought a trailer for the winter.  I didn't know at the time that he was an alcoholic nor that he'd beat up every woman he'd ever been with.

On February 23, 1990, he beat me up worse than my husband ever did, mostly my head, with head butts to the forehead, biting my lips and snarling like a crazed animal, pistol whipping my head.  My whole head was so swollen and I could hardly see because my eyes were almost swollen shut. I should have gone to the doctor but never did. I know I had a concussion. I had dizzy spells for about 6 months afterwards. I never even called the police. Instead, I stupidly tried to hang on to him.  He was in a drunken blackout and didn't even know what he was doing. When he started shooting up my living room, I ran out the front door. He was right behind me though and I thought that I was going to
die. Instead, the cold and snow seemed to bring him out of it and he couldn't believe what he'd done.

So yesterday I sat down, put a hemi-sync tape on my stero with low volume, and started the retrieval like I did with the aspect of myself in kindergarden.

I closed my eyes and brought that night to mind and basically relived it again only this time, I pulled my beaten up self to my heart chakra and held her for a long time, telling her that I loved her and that it
wasn't her fault that any of this happened. Eventually, she just sort of faded out and I knew she was etrieved.

Then I went in my mind to when I was with Rick in Hawaii. This was about 6 months after the beating. He got mad at me for something and hit me in the head, causing the same wounds to start bleeding again and also kicked me in the back on the right side. I think I must have broken a rib which poked into my lung as it hurt terribly to breathe for several months.  Then I pulled that hurt me into my arms and held her to my
heart chakra and told her that I loved her and that none of this was her fault. Again, I held her until she faded out too.

Then, for the 3rd aspect, I wasn't sure when I had lost it, so I gathered in myself from the time we'd moved to WA until the last time I saw Rick and pulled her to my heart chakra and told her that I loved her and that she hadn't done anything wrong. And I held her until she too faded away.

During the 3rd retrieval, my mind went to many times when I could have lost the aspect. There was the time he pointed a loaded gun at me, there was the time he wanted to shoot my Basset Hound, there were the many
times he begged me to let him shoot one of the two horses we had because he wanted a horse blanket, there was the time when he got so drunk out fishing and came back telling me to gut the 50 or more sunfish he'd
caught and the fear was creeping in. There was the time I bought a one acre lot with a shack on it in Hawaii for $10,000 and stupidly put it in his name as I was going to move there and live there with him. That was
where he kicked me in the back.  Then when I tried to get him to turn it back over to me, he wouldn't and I lost $10,000. There were many other times, but I figured they were all covered in the 3rd retrieval.

I debated about posting this for quite awhile but then decided that people need to know how important it is to retrieve aspects of self from this lifetime, along with aspects of self (other lives) from past lifetimes. It helps tremendously in making one a whole person.

With Love,
Marilyn

Last night I decided it was time to retrieve Daniel, son of Rolf and Sarah. First I asked Virgil if he would be with me and he said yes. Then I listened to my F27 free flow tape and soon was at the cabin I knew from retrieving Rolf and Sarah.  I looked around for Daniel
but didn't see him. So I went outside and started looking around. I found him in a timeless loop of carrying a water pail from the pump to the water trough for the horse. He evidently had thought himself well enough to bring water to the horse and died while doing this and didn't realize he was dead.

I called to him but he kept walking with the pail. Virgil was with me and we both went over to him and put our arms around him and he stopped and looked at us both. I told him we were taking him to his mother and father and the three of us lifted off and landed shortly thereafter. Both Rolf and Sarah were there to greet Daniel and we all five hugged, then Virgil and I left and starting spinning again, part of my healing process. While spinning, we talked about my clearing the fear in my dreamtime and he told me that we were almost through. I've been having dreams that I've remembered with Virgil in them as a loving force with no fear. Then I came back here.

Love,
Marilyn

I have recently come to know several of my Disk members, or as we are now calling them, Our Soul Family Tree.  Imagine my surprise when I found out that I had lived here (on what's called The New Land) in Faber, VA near TMI in both the 1700's and the 1800's.  My name was Rolf Loving.  The town of Lovingston (12 miles away) was named after a family member, John Loving for Loving's town or Lovingston.  This piece of information gave me so many goosebumps and ah ha's as to why I was so drawn to this land and moved clear across the country from NE Washington state to central Virginia.  I am also in communication with Virgil (my deceased husband from this life) and he is helping me to do a lot of soul clearing. We have a relationship now that I wish we'd had when he was alive.

To make a long story short, I found that Rolf, his wife Sarah (who was my deceased husband Virgil) and our son Daniel, all died of scarlet fever and needed to be retrieved.  I have retrieved both Rolf and Sarah but still have Daniel to retrieve. None of them knew they were dead and were therefore 'stuck.'

Anyway, I had tried to retrieve all 3 of them before and fell asleep. This time I only went after Rolf, using my hemi-sync tape and did manage to stay awake, but was very sleepy and kept snoring off and on (mind awake, body asleep). I set my Intent to go to Rolf in the 1800's and found him in his house (cabin) sitting at a big wooden table with his head on his folded arms. I tried to get his attention, but he didn't perceive me. He would raise his head up and stare with a blank look on his face. So I beamed Pure Unconditional Love at him and he finally looked at me and, without
saying anything, stood up and hugged me. I've never had this happen before in a retrieval. I told him I was there to take him to another place and he would see
friends and family and I also told him that I would be bringing first Sarah and then Daniel to join him. He seemed to understand. I took his hand and we rose up and moved to an area that looked just like where we had been only I knew it was focus 27. We landed and his friends and family came over to greet him and I left and came back here.

I verified the retrieval with Virgil. Somehow I feel lighter even though he wasn't an aspect of me from this lifetime.

The next day I decided it was time to go after Sarah, Rolf's wife. So I listened to my tape again, started dozing and then I was there in the cabin. I looked around for Sarah and found her in the bedroom, still
in bed from when she died of scarlet fever. I took her hands in mine and called gently to her, but she didn't stir. So I sent PUL to her and she opened her eyes and sat up saying something about having to take care of
Rolf. I told her that I had taken care of him and that I was going to take her to see him now.

She stood up and we lifted off and landed right where I'd taken Rolf and he was right there waiting for her. She said 'but you're well' and he said 'so are you'.  Then I saw a figure to my right and he turned to me
and I saw tears in his eyes as he said Thank You and took me in his arms and held me and we spun for awhile. There were tears running down my cheeks too in the physical until Rita started banging on ice cube trays
upstairs and I came out of it with a jolt. LOL  That was so cool, to have Virgil there with me. I'd asked him if he would come with me and he said yes.

With Love,
Marilyn

for clarification, my subject title
is "...trapped in a mental loop"
Although, trapped in a Me also sounds pretty interesting

-Mike

I saw this woman standing up and pressing herself against a brick wall like she was trying to blend into it and not be seen.  I got the impression of an English seaport, in the days of sailing ships.  She was afraid that a certain man was going to kill her.  He was bald and had a sharp nose.  I think she was a prostitute.  She didn't trust anybody, especially men.  So I took on the appearance of a woman, and sat down on a trunk or something and tried to talk to her.  A fog came rolling in, and I pointed out to her that in the fog nobody could see her before she could hear their footsteps on the cobblestones and hide.  So she came closer and we talked a bit.  It was kinda funny - I easily assumed what I guess was a Cockney accent and manner of speech.  Her name was Elizabeth, and the year was 1856.  I offered her passage on a ship to America, and that sounded wonderful to her - safety and a fresh start. 

After she sailed away, I wanted to visit the Library.  I've never been there, and wanted information on a particular topic.  Well, I didn't get to the Library - instead I was taken to a classroom where adult students were scrunched into uncomfortable junior high-ish desks.  The students seemed cheerful enough, but there was something thick and sluggish about the scene.  I got the impression that these students were "learning the hard way".  I also got the impression that that's exactly what I'm doing in this area.  Hmmmm.  Not quite the vast wealth of higher knowledge I was hoping for, but it rings true.

BB

Hi everyone.


After my normal process for exploring, went to my place and had a long coversation with Ajtosh about my last experiences. After that he asked me if I would be up for a retrieval, which I inmediatelt said yes.
As always, I felt the fast *inner* movement, and then Ajtosh said.....'open your perceptions', it took me awhile to finally start perceiving something, I had the *feeling* of despair and everything was just black, I was still trying to get mote *imp*, but just blackness and despair was all I could get, then I told Ajtosh that I couldn't see anything, he said....'keep opening your perceptions and use your *inner senses*', then I felt the presence of a person, and had the *feeling* that also was very frighten, then I got the *imp* that he was in a prison cell, with no windows and everything was totally black.

Then I *saw* him, he was a black man and was chained to the wall, arms open and each hand chained to the wall, then I got the *imp* that he died in this cell in 1865 in South Africa, in a prison outside of Johannesburg, and that he was basically left there to die.
I approached him and said.....'hi, I'm here to help you', no answer, he was like semi-conscious, I said again....'hi, I'm here to help you', then he said....'who are you and how you got inn here?', I said.....'the guard let me inn', then he said....'you must be a bad spirit, they don't let any one to come inn' (his voice was very deep and low, but had a very strange accent, and it was not the normal English I'm used to), I assured him that I was not a bad spirit, and that my only interest was to help him, he said....'no one cares for a black person', I do care about you and you are a wonderful being, I can help you if you accept my help, gosh.....I thought to myself....this isn't going to be easy, I *felt* that he was very scared, then I realized that he was more scared of death, he had given up all hope, but at the same time his fear of death didn't aloud him to face the fact that he had died.

I got the *imp* that he was very confused in his beliefs, then I asked his name, he said.....'Joseph, but everyone calls me Tamu', then I said.....'hey Tamu, you believe in Magic, don't you? (I got the *imp* that he believed in that), I have magical powers and I can take you out of hear, but you have to believe in me, together we can do it, then I opened my arms, held his hands and said......'we have the power to make this cell full of light, let the darkness disappear, Tamu you are free and eternal, nothing can harm you and you are truly loved', then everything changed and the prison cell was gone, and he said......'oh you must be an angel, I have been told about angels, and I'm dead', I said....'no, I'm not an angel, I'm just like you, we always help each other, and yes you died, but you are still alive, because life continues, we are eternal', then I felt the Helpers there and said, now you may go to those beings, they are waiting for you, they love you and you will be fine. I saw him going towards the Helpers and faded away from my perception.
I said thanks to Ajtosh, and came back to C1.


Thanks for listening.

LOVE
Marta

Hi Bruce.

Thank you for your comments. You are so right in the importance of paying attention to our *imp* when exploring the non-physical.
I have learned this from you, and still learning....LOL.

Amazes me to realize how different are our communications there, we really use kind of different *senses*, like the *imps*, *instant knowings*, *images* and telepathic connections, and by learning how to follow those, we aloud the experience to unfold, but as you said, the trust in ourselves is perhaps one on the main points.

I always will be grateful to you for teaching me that. Thanks.


LOVE
Marta




: 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 we perfect for Tamu.  He could believe it and you played the part very well.

: Love,

: Bruce

Marilyn,

>> was there others trying to talk to me at the same time are my other loveones trying to talk to me or what  and why so much confusion please give your opinion.  <<

  It's possible that others were attracted to your communication with your son, and that they then attempted to communicate also.  I've had similar experiences and it can be very confusing when several people are trying to talk all at once.

  I'm not sure how but evidently nonphysical folks have a way of knowing whether a physical person can see or hear them.  And often they want to talk to such a person either to try to understand what's happened to them, or sometimes to try to get a message relayed to a loved one.

  You could think of like this . . .

  You and a friend are in a country where every speaks a language different from yours, you don't understand their language and they don't understand yours.  You're standing in a crowd of people, talking to your friend in your native language.  In this crowd there are a few other people who also speak only your language and all of them are trying to get directions to someplace.  Some might need to know where the nearest toilet is, some a restaurant, some a gas station, and so on.  Those in the crowd who hear you speaking their language might all run over to you and start asking your for the directions they need.  If they are all trying to ask you at once it's pretty hard to answer any of them in all the confusion. 

In such a situation you might yell, "everyone stop talking please, I can only help one of you at a time!"  If they quiet down and wait their turn you could then focus your attention on just one of them, listen to what that person says, and do your best to assist that one person.  You could then focus your attention on the next person.

  My feeling is that the situation you described is very similar.  Just too many people trying to talk to you at once.  And, that these could have been people who needed the kind of assistance that Helpers provide.  In that case, after the crowd quieted down you might treat it like a retrieval situation.  As you focus your attention on one of the people, whatever they ask you, you might say, "Oh, I'd like to introduce you to someone who can help you with that."  And intend to introduce the person to a Helper.  If you do this I know Helpers will be there doing their best to make contact with each of these people and retrieve them.

Those are my thoughts on it at the moment.

Bruce

Well although i don't post much i am very busy exploring the afterlife.  I find that it relieves a tremendous amount of stress. 

Basically my retreivals have been basic with some validations....UNTIL last night.

This was really weird and it is the first time i was actually scared.  I'm actually shaking while i type because it's gotten under my skin a little.  Not frightening..just different and unexpected.

Anyway, I was doing a  retrival and this time got incredibly focused.  I retrieved a young boy named robert.  Basically he lived in some city and was hit by a car.  When i went into the high story apartment I saw Robert trying to shake his arm and get his attention.  his father was watching TV and paid no attention.  Anyway his mother was on the other couch sort of staring off into space and obviously still in morning.  Well I talked to the boy and ask him some stuff.  Basically i asked him what was wrong.  He said that they weren't showing him any attention and that neither were his friends.  i took him into the kitchen which was actually connected to the TV room in the apartment and we sat at the table. I told him that I was a friend of his parents and that i'd play with him.  I taught him how to play black jack with a deck of playing cards that were on the table when i got there.  I then told him that if he wanted, i could take him to a place where no one would ignore him and that he could play with other kids.  I said that he could play for a long time and not have to worry about anything and that when he was REALLY ready, his parents would come to pick him up.  He told me that he wasn't allowed to go anywhere with strangers.  I was like ("damn i thought i had convinced him to cross"  lol).  Anyway i tried to explain that his parents wanted me to take him but he didn't want to leave.  The whole time my helper who actually kind of looks like me except he seems older, was in the other corner to the left of the couch, next to the door.  I looked at him and said "what now."  He said , "hey robby,"  ..this got roberts attention and robert said , oh look it's my friend Jack from the park!!  I guess my helper was already getting to know him before he showed me the boy but he couldn;t convince him to go either.  Together we coaxed him to go with my helper and all was well.

NEXT...the weirdest thing happened. I decided to go with them a little bit and then i TOTALLY clicked out.  I mean totally..  20 min later I felt like i was thrown back into my body.  The weirdest thing was that the thing that woke me up was the feeling of a physical hand touching my hand.  I don't know if this was some kind of weird OBE or what but it kind of freaked me out.  Anyone have any ideas?

Hello! This message is mostly intended for Bruce, a man I will consider my friend forever.  I just wanted to touch base and discuss the amazing power of MY power over the universe that I am discovering!  Long ago Bruce taught me how to throw a question out to the universe and wait and see what happens........well I am a living testament to tell you all that the universe responds almost immediately once you know how to see it!  I am growing to the point where I can have a wish or desire in my heart, or a thought in my mind and in a day or two, an opportunity or chance presents itself.  In the past, I didn't see these things, to wrapped up in other stuff most of the time, now they are more and more apparent and it's very exciting!  My life has been changing by leaps and bounds and for the first time in my life, I am finding deep and true happiness...in myself. Everything is far from perfect, but where before there was what I saw as a constant battle, there is now a deep determination and trust, and by God it has changed my life. I have found that the more determined I am to raise my sword and fight and let not one man stand in my way, the quicker these conflicts disappear and seemingly fall at my feet!  It's just amazing to me!  Believe it or not, I'm so used to fighting futile battles, now that my soul is growing so much, the "wins" are almost anticlimatic!  HA!  I'm getting over that quickly enough though.  I even pulled out my paperwork from TMI and am wanting to go there, but it's just not time yet.
I have turned a corner.  I have climbed out of a pit. I have put my husband's suicide that I lamented over for 3 1/2 years now in the trash, literally this past weekend. I just got really fed up, and I wanted the part of my soul back that he had been hanging on to. So I raised my sword, faced off, and in one fell swoop, collected all the fractured aspects of my soul that had been stuck in a place I left many years ago.
Anyway, just wanted to shout out a hello and say thank you Bruce for what you do.  Your faith in me has stayed with me all this time.  I still draw on it. I do believe I am on a path to become something really amazing that this world will remember. I will always list you in my credits.
I love you.
The Flame burns on!
Janice Talarico

I was one of the lucky few to attend the Austin workshop on the 17/18 and since I extended the trip I just returned home this past weekend. Going over my notes yesterday, I discovered I had made my first waking retrieval during one of the exercises.  Thanks Bruce, I was beginning to think I would never make it. Thanks also to John and Suzann for being such great hosts.
With Love,
Doyle

Marcy,

  What you describe is far more common than most folks realize.  You can think of it like, as a person begins to make the shift from living physically to living nonphysically the "barriers" between these places get thinner.  As the barrier gets thinner it's easier for a person, like your Grandfather, to see and hear those who are now living nonphysically.  Like his brother, mom and his friend.

  Actually, I see what's happening for your Grandfather as a good sign, so to speak.  Those who come to visit with him, like his brother, mom and his friend, are probably helping him to learn about and understand what comes after our physical lifetime.  This can serve to erase any fears he might have about what comes after physical life, where we go and how we live There.

  This is exactly the sort of thing Helpers do to assist some people in the process of leaving this physical world and taking up residence in their new home.

Hope that's helpful,

Bruce

All,

Just wanted to thank Bruce (and all the participants) for a great workshop last weekend in Austin, TX. 

I learned a lot and I managed to do my first retrieval.  But like most learning experiences, I now have more questions than ever.

Happy exploring!

Regards, Armando

My Uncle died a couple of days ago of cancer he was only 42, the next night i had a dream he came to me he diddnt look ill anymore, he gave me a cuddle and told me he loved me, he loved all of us and not to worry, i said "does it hurt where you are" he said "no its peaceful here im with brenda" thats his sister.  Ive been told that people who die sometimes say goodbye in your dreams, in your experiences is this true please i would like your opinion.
thanks
Paul

Hi everyone!

I've been reading up and thinking about Lucid Dreaming, OBEs and Bruce's technique for exploring the Afterlife.  Although it seems that some authors seem to feel that Lucid Dreams and OOBEs are completely different experiences - it seems to me that they are all simply different ways of going to, or experiencing the SAME NON-PHYSICAL PLACES (i.e. Focus Levels).

For example, if I can be lucid while dreaming (which means that I'm somewhere in Focus 22/23), then I should be able to move from there and do retrievals just as I would using Bruce's method.  HAVE ANY OF YOU DONE THIS?

If I am NOT lucid while dreaming, then I am temporarily in a state similar to someone that needs to be retrieved.  In other words, I'm sitting in Focus Level 22/23, by myself, semi-conscious, and existing in a reality of my own creation (i.e. a dream).

Something similar would apply to OOBEs -  these are just Lucid Dreams that take place closer to C1 (say Focus 15).

And in all these cases, I am simply focusing my attention away from my body and towards other Focus levels (which is what we do when using Bruce's technique).  The difference with his technique being that I am not fully "immersing" myself in the Focus level I am going to.  That is, unless I get really good at using it (like Bruce and some of you obviously are).

Does this make sense to anybody?  I guess I'm trying to create a conceptual framework in my mind that can encapsulate all these different ways of experiencing the non-physical universe.

Thanks, Armando

Hi everyone,

After spending some time relaxing in the 3D blackness, enjoying being lazy about where I wanted to go, I then decided to help in a retrieval and perceived a female presence (a Helper) immediately approach from my far right and stop just to my left. I could feel that she was calm and ready to get down to business, so as I briefly tossed to her the 'okay' for us to get going I was then perceiving the two of us moving quite fast...to the left, down and then straight ahead. I never felt any motion, just understood we were zipping along as if on a rollercoaster.

We stopped in a dark place and for a second I saw the back of a short man standing several feet away. The Helper got my attention by moving her hands near her face, communicating something to me. At first I thought she was indicating the man was blind as she pointed her right index finger toward her eyes, but I then felt I was somehow not perceiving correctly, so I shut my nonphysical sight down, remained calm and placed the intent to open up to all perception of nonphysical origin.

It was as if someone turned a light on as I could then perceive the man standing on a sidewalk or some kind of walkway, in a state of agitation. I was still standing behind him as he continued hurriedly looking around and it felt he was waiting for someone. I then got the information that he was actually a child and I moved my attention to the Helper and said, huh? Two more words followed, "Downes Syndrome", and I then understood.

I moved closer to him and as I said 'hello there' I made sure the greeting was couched in a feeling of warm love. He spun around and was instantly experiencing a dual emotional situation: he wanted so much to have contact with someone, anyone, and yet he was afraid of strangers. He was quite short, heavy-set, with a head larger than usual and what I had initially assumed was baldness was a close-cropped haircut...blond-brown hair shaved close to his scalp. I told him my name and asked his and got back, "Robin". I knelt down in front of him and remarked what a neat name that was. He nodded, agreeing with me that it was a good name, it was his name. He seemed confused, lost and terribly lonely. He just stared at me as he kept nervously playing with his fingers. I asked if he was waiting for someone and he nodded again. I then got from the Helper that his father's name had been Ed. I could feel from Robin that although he was dying to hug me, he was determined to wait for Dad, so I casually said, "Oh I know your father. You can go with me now if you want. You don't want to be here anymore, Robin. It's too lonely here." I then just knew that he liked riding piggyback so I turned and encouraged him to leave with me. He climbed onto my back and the three of us were then moving away from F23.

We arrived at what felt like an outdoor scene with buildings nearby, in F27, and as Robin was carefully greeted by others I asked the Helper for more information on him. What I got was that he had been born to parents who had felt, due to their religious beliefs, that Robin's Downe's Syndrome had been some form of punishment on them. His mother had never been able to accept him for who and what he was and had felt a toxic kind of shame, embarrassment and had spoken often of God's punishment and hell. His father had been more understanding of Robin but had not dealt with the mother's anger and fears which dominated the family. Apparently Robin had heard a great deal about 'hell' and 'punishment' but had never been able to really conceptualize it all. I thought about the idea that Robin had been so utterly dependent on what his parents had believed about him and said it was good he had not ended up in that 'hell'. She said his father's benign nature had somehow cancelled out his mother's determined beliefs, leaving Robin in a confused no-man's-land when he left the physical. Robin also didn't have it in his nature to ever be attracted to any kind of hell. When I asked the Helper how Robin had died she communicated, 'a heart attack'. I then understood he had been a teenager when this happened and as I was about to say that seemed highly unusual I got that at birth a number of psychical problems had accompanied his syndrome, one being a heart problem. I then asked her if his father was in the area and she hesitated...finally saying not at this time. I had the feeling Ed was somewhere else in the afterlife dealing with his own issues and that Robin would be just fine with the people he was now with. I accepted this, thanked her twice for being with me in a retrieval, and headed for my treehouse in F27.

Much love,

Ginny

       Looked at my calendar today, mammogram scheduled there, Yuk! I should of had this done two years ago and for a couple of minutes thought about canceling out.  For you males out there this is no picnic. Your breasts are sandwiched between two paddles of glass then squeezed in a vice like grip, till you scream "mommy"! I asked Sky my spirit helper, guide, friend whatever I want to refer to him as, to be with me while I got this done.It can be very nerve wracking till they give you the verdict. While sitting in the tiny room in my gown along with other females awaiting my turn I asked Sky to stand in front of me not in his usual position which is to stand behind me when I call for him.  I dont think this old Indian male friend of mine  ever sits, so far  I have never seen him sit, and as for being an Indian, well that is what I perceive him as along with being Old and weather beaten. ( wondering why they dont send younger ones).Long ago I asked him his name , I remember it being three parts but he said, just call me sky. Today I wanted to see his face when I asked him, will it be ok this exam?, his arms folded and me sensing he would rather be some place else than in this room of apprehensive females he shook his head yes, and I  heard, quit being such a scaredy cat.   I Had the exam and the its okay verdict, looked around for Sky to thank him for coming in there, but apparently he left, as I walked to the parking lot,  I heard in my head,, Your welcome. Its nice to know that none of us are ever alone , no matter what we do or where we go. xxlinn

      
       I am staying here in Az helping my husband  while he puts on his financial workshops. He is holding them at the hotel where we are staying. This morning sitting in the conference room during the workshop I was startled to see a large furry orange haired cat walking around the chair in front of me. For a second I thought a cat had gotten in from outside, then quickly realized it was a spirit cat, visiting the man who sat in the chair in front of me. The cat quickly left my vision. I was tempted to ask the man if his cat recently died, but held my tongue. I chuckle at how our pets also visit us , probably as much as our loved ones do, I imagine this man thought about his cat this morning and this encouraged the cat to visit him. Even to follow him to this workshop.  All of are connected to each other, and always will be so , love does that even with our pets. xxxlinn

A few weeks ago Marilyn Baker posted on this board that her husband Virgil had passed over on March 16. I wrote that this was so synchronistic for me as my name is Marilyn, my husband was Virgil and he had passed over 16 years ago March 1 so I felt that he was nudging her to post here so that I'd read it and contact her Virgil.

After writing to her I tried contacting him but didn't get anywhere.  Two days ago I tried again and contacted him in the Park in focus 27. My husband was there also.
While my husband was holding me from behind, Marilyn's husband was holding my hands and telling me to tell her that he loves her very much, misses her and that she should remarry if the situation arises and that he will be waiting for her when she crosses over. He also said he was contacting her in her dreams.

I wrote to Marilyn and relayed all this but was hesitant about the remarrying part since it has been such a short time since he crossed over. I didn't need to worry.  Here is her reply to me:

what a joy to hear from you! what is the 'park' and focus 27? could I meet him there? I am so glad you talked with your virgil,what a blessing. I am glad virgil said it ok was to remarry. we never could discuss it when he was here. I am lonely very lonely. I met a man in canada that carries over messages also. it was 3 night ago when virgil came to him. He told him the very same thing so it must be important to virgil that I know. he promised no matter what he would be waiting  for me.That is just about my only reason to go on. my friend in canada said virgil was happy but sad he was without me. thank you so much marilyn.

Needless to say, this made my day as far as verification goes. Oh, by the way, both Virgil's died of congestive heart failure and yes, my husband did tell me that he set this up from the other side.

Love,
Marilyn

      
        Hello . I have been here in Arizona for a couple of days now, and spirit it seems has been busy setting up the stage and the events. Right before I left to come here to assist my husband in his business, Bob Mckelvey who frequents this board, said he felt it was a spirit intervention at work here. My husband was meeting two males who wanted to be shown how to properly put on financial workshops. One male was flying in from Chicago and the other named Jeff lives here. Jeff and his wife took us out to dinner, he brought up the fact that he heard I had psychic abilites, well I said, I do connect with loved ones in spirit from time to time. He said that in the last few weeks or so he felt his father in spirit around him , just as he said that his dad came through and let him know he has indeed been around him and is ok ( that was the big thing Jeff was worried about, that his dad made it safely to the afterlife)  Jeff's dad said that their baby sees him easily and that jeff's dad plays with him. Jeff and his wife said that is exactly what happens sometimes at home, the baby acts like someone is playing with him and will look in a particualr direction., laughing  loudly and waving his arms at something. He also mentioned he would be at this baby's first birthday coming up shortly and the baby would be receiving a toy truck. They went home made a phone call to the grandmother and found out she had indeed bought a toy truck to bring to the birthday.  The other male from Chicago who's name is Tony brought his lovely young college student daughter with him . I met her found her very sweet and always smiling, but sensed a deep sadness about her. I found out she had been in a car accident 8 wks ago, and a male college friend in the front seat with her was killed. Finding myself alone with her one evening I got her to talk a little about the accident, her parents being strict with her dating at all did not know she was in love with this young male, she was driving and there were four of them in the car, all three escaped real harm but the male she was in love with did not. She felt responsible for his death as well as losing the one she thought she would marry one day. Softly and gently he came around us, I heard tread lightly here, I repeated some of things that I heard mostly about the activites her friends and she are doing , like soccer ball etc. and about the cute little dog her girl friend ( who was in car at time of the accident)has. She started to smile at all of this, then he said, please let go of the saddness, I want you to let go of it for me. It was my time to leave. Then he said that he and she had been meeting in her dreams several times, her eyes really widened at that and she nodded her head yes that was true. I felt her agree to herself that yes, she was going to try to let go of the guilt and the great weight she had been carrying on her shoulders. Then an older lady appeared, very old and I described the woman to her, she did not recognise her, so I said ask your father if you get a chance and let me know. Later on that evening her father came to our suite to escort his daughter back to hers, and she described the female I saw to him. His eyes got a little wide and said that was my nanny that I had as a young boy. I  asked had he been thinking of her recently?  As a matter of fact I did today, she died a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately, 
tony did not belive that we here can communicate with those in the afterlife, its not within his beliefs and he feels its Satan playing tricks . Then he went on to tell me how unhappy and frightened he is all the time, I responded with , perhaps you should stop giving so much power to Satan. With that he agreed that possibly is he doing just that. I do belive that all of these folks that I met here was not by accident. love linn

I got the sense I was to do a retrieval last Sunday.  After going through my morning routine, I finally settled down in the afternoon to do it.  I used Bruce's 3 x 3 x 3 preparation.  I wanted to try the 3-D blackness method but the room was too bright.  The afternoon sun shines directly into my bedroom where I was laying.  So I put a pillow over my eyes to see if I could recreate it.  I had some trouble filling up with PUL.

I heard what I thought was Jane Preston's voice coming through telling me to try Bruce's newer PUL method.  I was able to go out about 10 layers before I couldn't differentiate anymore.  The neighbor's child upstairs began running around.  I tried ending PUL.  Then I got the idea, probably planted, to use myself as a channel for Divine Will, a variation on an idea I got from a response Bruce had given recently to someone.  The noise either subsided or I was less bothered by it.

I heard and followed what I thought again to be Jane's voice until I reached a presence that was unfamiliar.  I "imp'd" either golden hair or a golden aura.  The entity was feminine and said her name was Sharrah (it took me a couple of tries to get her name).  She said -- or rather I got a feeling sense which translated into words -- that she'd be taking over as my main guide for retrievals.  Jane apparently would no longer be performing that function.

I felt my heart clench and almost lost the connection.  Jane and I have been working together since I did the Friday Harbor tapes last year.  She's worked with me on nearly every retrieval I've done.  To say I was sad was an understatement.  I've learned so much from her and have reached my current skill level because of her.

Sharrah's energy is very different.  As I'm typing this it occurs to me that she communicates more through "rotes" of information.  I can pick up most of what she's saying.  But the information comes in all at once and I feel like I can barely keep up with what she's saying.

Sharrah's next rote was that I'd see Jane from time to time, but wouldn't be working with her again in the same capacity.  But I will work more with the Professor, who Jane introduced to me last fall and with whom I've worked occasionally.  So I guess it's time to move up to my next level with the retrievals.

There was a part of me doubting this whole thing and I was tempted to break the connection and start over.  But another part of me knew that Sharrah's words were true.  I only wish I'd been able to say goodbye to Jane.  More than likely another part of me was aware of this change all along.  On what turned out to be our last outing together, Jane very carefully spoke to me about certain things I needed to do as far as my personal and spiritual growth.  She was very clear about it and also in relating how the things we talked about helped her in her previous life (as Jane Preston, by the way).

Thinking it all over after the retrieval, I came to the realization that Jane isn't really leaving me.  We're just making an adjustment in our relationship.

Before the retrieval, I'd gotten the imp that it would involve three elderly men.  Sharrah and I literally flew to an island in the Pacific.  The three men were Japanese soldiers who'd died on a Pacific Island during World War II.  They'd been fighting on this island and they apparently were killed by a surprise bombing at night.  In their minds they didn't realize they'd died.  I'm not sure about the details, but I got the impression they may have been asleep when the bomb that killed them went off.

I didn't really have much time to figure out what happened because I immediately appeared as a Japanese army officer in front of them.  I did know that in their minds the men thought the war was going on.  They were also aware to some degree of the passage of time because they'd aged.  Thinking the war was still going on after several decades, and that they were the sole survivors of their unit, they were still fighting hoping some day for reinforcements.

I came to announce that the war was over, they'd performed admirably in "holding the island" for their country and to bring them home with special honor (I kept using the word honor over and over again).  I even gave them medals for their bravely and how much honor they'd brought to their families and to their country.

Then I escorted them to a canoe (why not a small, engine-powered marine boat I don't know) which took them to a larger ship, the vehicle which would take them either to Focus 26 or 27.  I'm still not sure where they ended up.  As they were taken away in the canoe by helpers, I left that reality and spoke more with Sharrah.  Then the noise upstairs started again loudly and abruptly and it shocked me out of my trance.

Hi, all.
Some months ago I posted here about a retrieval confirmed by many verifications. I had other 3 successfull contacts later and now I wrote the whole story on my Website. You can read more clicking on the link .
More, I'd like to tell Bruce that we're getting ready to invite him to our next Congress in Rimini, during the Spring of 2004. During the last Congress in Bellaria,Judy Guggenheim was able to convince our President about Bruce's good results in the field of Parapsychology!
Much L,L&S

Hello,
     I learned a good lesson about how prophecy works
last week.  I was having several dreams where I was
driving my 1989 Toyota Camry and suddenly, I lose
of my car.  In the most recent dream, I was driving and
the car spun out wildly and I couldn't control it.

     Well, the dreams warned me well of a problem with
my car and there was a problem.  I was driving down the
hi-way in my car, trying to get home.  Suddenly, during
the drive, my engine started making terrible noises as
the tachometer dial increased.  I thought nothing of it
and continuted driving.  The noise started becoming
louder and the speed began plumetting.  I pulled over
and had to stop the engine.  I called the AAA and found
that car would not start.  MY MECHANIC TOLD ME THAT THE
ENGINE WAS DESTROYED!

    Damn it! I had just bought that car 6 months ago.
Me and my dad got me a new 1994 Jeep Cherokee today. I
hope this one lasts.

Stephen U.

I posted a message a few days ago about an OBE I had...what i forgot to mention was that after that was over I had very lucid dreams for most of the night...I remember one of them...I was talking to some guy who was dressed in a blue uniform looking outfit and I asked him who he was and he said that I knew him and I thought for a second and said...how do i know you...he smiled seeming to think it was funny that I didnt know who he was and he says "Who do you think i am?" and i replied "Your here to help me with something" and he smiled again...then i woke up...kinda interesting

Friends, some interesting retrieval experiences, starting Sunday night. Since Friday I'd been thinking off and on about Michael Kelly, an editor from the Atlantic Monthly, apparently killed when the Humvee he was being driven went into a river (soldier driving).  Other journalists deaths have taken over the spotlight now.  But on sunday going to bed and being too lazy to read, I lay back and thought 'why not try a retrieval now?' (unfortunately I didn't take notes at the time and have obviously forgotten bits).
No sense of travel: found him quickly : seemed not to realise his death : thought soldiers being busy & ignoring him was normal.  Denial or loss of consciousness during drowning?  Not sure.  Chatted with him a bit, trying to bring conversation around to his death, finally mentioning his children of two and three years old.  How did I know about them?  Read it in the paper of course.  This seems to spark him.  Now feel regret from him re. family and what he has paid for his patriotic sense of adventure & career.  Tell him of reception camp for people like him.  Somehow gain consent (more chat here that I can't recall).  Move close and take his hand and execute intention to change levels.  At reception area very like one I took soldiers to, officer comes out to meet us quickly.  I introduce him and ask if he might be shown how to communicate with his family.  Officer responds politely and precisely, very deferential but official.  Off they go.

This was one of those ridiculously easy retrievals that make you wonder if you dreamed it all up just for fun.

Today, (wednesday april9) Sitting in hot tub while dozens of schoolchildren spash in the nearby pool, get focused and go over landscape/seascape towards Iraq. Not sure what I'm headed to but sure that something will come up quickly.  Arrive: aware of many souls floating about, some aimless, some purposeful.  Find child in ruins, wide eyed ,fearful.  Try to talk and get response.  Family all gone, can I take him there?  No, but I know someone who can.  Then helper appears and off they go, child with hand still blown off.
Next up, a group of Iraqi adults in traditional dress.  Focus some more and sense they are all women.  Chat a bit, realise they're prostitutes/escorts for male elite of Baath party (unknown to society at large).  Ask about paradise: one voice says 'we can't go we're prostitutes'.  Other voice calls 'But we were forced into it'.  Sense there's a mixture, some old some new (ie pressed into service). I mention a place that's halfway to paradise, maybe they'd like that.  Murmurs of assent.  Gather group (about 8) in circle, run a little band of light around us, express intent and we're there.  Some sort of reception area that they seem happy with and they walk away.
Next: one of those torture chambers for Iraqi dissidents.  Desperately grim atmosphere.  Nobody physical about but I sense much anguish and terror.  As I have done in physical plane graveyards from time to time to release earthbound souls, create a column of light leading straight up to spirit.  I leave with a suggestion that enough energy be present for the column to be sustained for a bit (even though there's no time there, energy does seem to dissipate), so that the cowering souls that I sense around can come over and check it out.
Later thinking about torturers, I am given the info that some earthbound demonic entities obsessed the torturers, and some were the same ones who "worked" the holocaust.  I don't know how useful this info actually is, but there you go, that's what I got.
cheers, gordon

: Mica, this is interesting, all jokes aside..but over on Robert Bruces website is an exercise called New (new energy ways) and Bruce Moen has told us of a similar technique. anyway, I went over there (astral pulse) and you could maybe check it out for yourself. the instructions are extensive, starting with pulling energy up through the soles of the feet, up through the legs, then trying to do both legs at same time. the objective to stimulate with the energy body all the many chakras small and large, in the body. well I was noticing I too had difficulty getting the energy further than the knee, and according to the instructions this happens to many of us, for some reason have a block located there or elsewhere. so after some playing around with it, you can get better at the objective of bringing it to the heart, then to the head and circle that baby around and through and back again and out into the universe. for me, was just a way to become aware I'm more than my physical body. must have done some terrific work with it, cause that night had an awesome obe. now I still do this sometimes but it gets boring and I quit when I can't get it past the knee..lol! this my left leg btw, the other leg cranks..lol! hey, lemmee know what happens. also, last note, I am more aware of vibrations of the light body since I did just that one exercise. love, alysia

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Indeed Alysia, becoming aware of your energetic body (the energy-flow, in and around your body) is an extremely usefull tool in bringing about projections. Also, it does make you very aware of the fact that you are more than just a physical person with a physical body. This has a real, positive impact, psychologically.

Late last year I followed a workshop by the IIPC (International Institute for Projectiology and Conscientiology - Brazil) in which, amongst others, I learnt to achieve the vibrational state. Well, the first time I experienced a conscious OBE (and it was a very lucid, wonderous OBE), was the night after I first did the vibrational-state exercises, at this workshop.

This made me realise the great potential which lies in hightening your awareness and control of your energetic body (and the environmental energies). So I can totally understand why, after just having done these energy-exercises once, you got the result you did.

When you do encounter blockages in parts of your body, the energy-flow you consciously bring about can help to remove concerned blockage(s). When trying to "get past" a blockage with your energies you should be able to feel when the blockage has been removed, by the feeling that the energy is not blocked anymore at this point but continues to flow on.

All in all there are various advantages to working with your energies.

It seems to me, through all the accounts I've read and people I've spoken to uptill now, that not enough people who are interested in exploring the Afterlife are aware of the power these exercises hold in their contribution to achieve this. I think this is a shame.

I don't know the "New energy ways" exercise as introduced by Robert Bruce, and will certainly look it up.

Thanks Alysia!

Take care.

Mica

PS: You write so much on this forum, and contribute in such a great way! How do you do it? Amazing.

I've had a couple of interesting experiences in the past couple of days that are related to things I've learned here, as follows...

Lately I've noticed an increasing level of contact efforts made by friends and family There, which makes me happy, as I've had a bit of a struggle re-engaging the progressive work I'd been pursuing in this area since about a year ago, following the death of my mother. But in recent days she and others have made their presence known to me, and it feels like they've come more than half way to make contact--got to love those who put so much into getting through to us, you know?

Anyway, up to this point I've recognized a resistance on my part to making fuller contact, which has been frustrating, even more so in light of recent turbulent events that have strenghthened my desire to re-connect with Source and with the family of souls who love and support and want to help me. So I decided for the time being to bypass the more overt perceptual filters of waking consciousness, and simply ask for help from loved ones and Helpers while in the hypnogogic state just before sleep. I can report that I've happily discovered, or maybe re-discovered, the nearness of my allies There and their very quick willingness to assist me. Though I can't recall all the interactions and/or dialogues we shared during sleep, I do remember conversations we had as I hovered in the between-states zone, images of the beings I was sharing with, and other perceptions. I had the sense this morning of having done a good chunk of self-work with these folks throughout the physical sleep state, and even woke up completely in the middle of the "sessions"  with them, recognizing how glad I was to be free of a situation whose ending had been troubling me. It seemed like I was woken only long enough to integrate this realization into waking consciousness. I feel lighter now, and stronger too, having had some success with re-establishing conscious contact with my allies There. After a while of not having that awareness, you begin to doubt if they're really there, I guess, and that makes life more isolating. But now I remember that there are powerful healing forces within us, and that they do love us unconditionally, and are available to help, even when we lose faith at times.

So I just wanted to share that here, give a little report, and thank Bruce again for creating this teaching and discussion tool for people. All the best,

Rob

Hi All.
I'm just puzzled by a question on Muslims' Afterlife.
According to their set of beliefs, people who die fighting against the enemies go to Heaven. Well, as you know the infamous Saddam's cousin -Alì the Chemistry- killed 5,000 Persons (who were Muslims too) bombing them with gas-bombs, so they went surely to Heavens, right? If he's now dead too, he would be also in Heavens, facing those 5,000 people he killed.... oh my, what a MESS!

Much L,L&S
Claudio

From a friend.  Read and pass it on to those who would be comforted by this letter.
It's a letter from Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D, author of "Women Who Run With the Wolves"
                                    
                                    
                                    
  Mis estimados:
                                       
Do not lose heart. We were made for these times. I have heard from so many recently who are deeply
and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world right now... Ours is a
time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters
most to civilized, visionary people.
                                       
You are right in your assessments. The luster and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so
heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking.
                                       
Yet, I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times.
Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is we were made for these times.
Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this
exact plain of engagement...
                                       
I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding awakened
souls, there have never been more able crafts in the waters than there are right now across the world. And
they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind...
Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. Even though
your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing
your prow and rudder come from a greater forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms,
to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless.
                                       
We have been in training for a dark time such as this, since the day we assented to come to Earth. For
many decades, worldwide, souls just like us have been felled and left for dead in so many ways over and
over brought down by naiveté, by lack of love, by being ambushed and assaulted by various cultural and
personal shocks in the extreme. We have a history of being gutted, and yet remember this especially--we
have also, of necessity, perfected the knack of resurrection. Over and over again we have been the living proof that that which has been exiled, lost, or foundered can be restored to life again.
                                       
In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the
  world. Do not focus on that. There is a tendency too to fall into being weakened by persevering on what is
outside your reach, by what cannot yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising the sails. We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great
souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear.
                                       
  Didn't you say you were a believer? Didn't you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater? Didn't you
ask for grace? Don't you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice greater?
                                       
Understand the paradox: If you study the physics of a waterspout, you will see that the outer vortex
whirls far more quickly than the inner one. To calm the storm means to quiet the outer layer, to cause it to swirl much less, to more evenly match the velocity of the inner core till whatever has been lifted into such a vicious funnel falls back to Earth, lays down, is peaceable again. One of the most important steps you can take to help calm the storm is to not allow yourself to be taken in a flurry of overwrought emotion or desperation thereby accidentally contributing to the swale and the swirl.
                                       
Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the
world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist
some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely. It is not given to us to know which acts or
by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good. What is needed for dramatic change
is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to, adding more, and continuing. We know that it does not take
"everyone on Earth" to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up
during the first, second, or hundredth gale.
                                       
One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up
  and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times. The light of the soul throws sparks, can
  send up flares, builds signal fires, and causes proper matters to catch fire. To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these to be fierce and to show mercy toward others, both, are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity. Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it.
If you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do.
                                       
There will always be times when you feel discouraged. I too have felt despair many times in my life, but I
do not keep a chair for it; I will not entertain it. It is not allowed to eat from my plate. The reason is this: In my uttermost bones I know something, as do you. It is that there can be no despair when you remember why you came to Earth, who you serve, and who sent you here. The good words we say and the good deeds
we do are not ours: They are the words and deeds of the One who brought us here. In that spirit, I hope you
will write this on your wall: When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt.
But that is not what great ships are built for.
This comes with much love and prayer that you remember who you came from, and why you came to
this beautiful, needful Earth.
                                       
  Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D
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Dear All,

I have been wondering about the following:

Several years ago I heard someone (a female voice) clearly call my name, as I was lying in bed (this must have been when I was in the "hypnagocic state"). She said my name as if wanting to draw my attention to something. I will probably never know what it was she was trying to draw my attention to.

In these last months, since I have started  actively "pursuing" trying to explore the Afterlife, I have heard my name being called 3 more times (not the same voice).

What do I do with this? The last time I heard my name being called (yesterday-night), I confirmed to this person in my mind that I had heard her/him, to indicate that I had heard her/him. Also I asked this "person" if she/he could let me know who she/he was, why she/he was getting my attention.

No response, unfortunately.

Again, what can I do with this, to somehow find out why "they" are calling my name? There must be some reason for this. But I don't know how and what to learn from this.

"They" will be well aware of my wish to learn and develop spiritually, and this must be the reason why my attention is being drawn in this way. But to what? How do I increase my chances of finding out?

Does anyone have any idea's/advice for me?

Thank you very much.

Mica

Watching the endless stream of commentary about the Iraq war, you can't help but conclude that earthly BSTs are almost as powerful as those in the afterlife.

Liberals still wring their hands about the war regardless of how it's progressing, and conservatives still take every opportunity to dump on Bill Clinton.  It never ends.

But it strikes me that's there is one difference.  From what I understand about BSTs in the afterlife, it's really a closed loop.  There is no one there to counter their beliefs, no one to present an opposing point of view.  Everyone reinforces the particular belief, and no one challenges it.

At least here, you can tune in on any cable channel and hear all sides of the argument.  It might not affect your point of view, granted, but nevertheless the various viewpoints are constantly being presented.  And there's always the outside chance that maybe your world view might..just might...change or at least be altered.

Seems to me that BSTs in the afterlife are limited to those who are dead set in their own belief system.  For someone who can see both sides of things, or at minimum are open minded to the possibility that they might be wrong in their beliefs, why would they go to a BST when they die?  And if they don't, where DO they go? 

Michael Newton says they go back to their "cluster" (or disk) to review their physical life and to plan for their next one.  I guess my question is, if there are folks who hang around the earth plane to continue to get their kicks (booze; gambling; sex; whatever), who or what gets their attention to persuade them to knock it off and get on with their own spiritual evolution?  Or can they continue with their voyeurism indefinitely?

Sometimes it seems as if there are guides or Helpers whose job it is to steer us in the right direction, and other times it seems as if we can do whatever we want as long as want. 

I realize it is we who do the choosing, but if our choices are bad, aren't there teachers (just like a good parent here on earth) whose job it is to put us on the right path?

Hi Ginny,
Wonderful stuff, as always   I have a question about something you said...

: When the sensation of movement stopped I was standing next to what my interpreter said  was a tank directly to my left.

It's the "what my interpreter said" that's got me questioning.  First off, I'm new to this.  Second, I'm aware that how or what I "see" might be influenced by a particular belief I hold or, what I thought until now, what my interpreter has chosen to label it as (i.e., interpreter overlay).  But your statement makes it sound like you *actively* listen or communicate with your interpreter??  Help! What am I missing?

L&L,
Mitzi

I have heard of people who have died and did not know it.They could be dead for years,and still carry on as if nothing happened,How could this be.There must be a difference.Or do they create it.But if they could not make contact with anyone,would this tell them they are dead.Could someone explain this to me.George

I met Rose last year, she is in real estate and showed my husband and myself some properties, dont remember how the conversation got around to chatting about the afterlife back then but it did. Last week I ran into her in the grocery store, we sort of waved hello to each other and went our separate ways, when I got home I saw a message on my machine from her and returned the call. She told me she was getting some tickets to go see John Edwards several states away from here in July and asked me what would her chances would be of being picked out of the audience for a reading. I said , Rose if you would like me to see if anyone in spirit wants to make a connection for you I will. So today I went over as she lives close by and we met in her bedroom as it was the most quiet room in the house. I need to back up here a wee bit, early this morning, really early I was awakened by a spirit , a female, I sleepily said, please wait till this afternoon, but I did take note of how this lady in spirit looked appearance wise. So when I got to Rose's I described the lady who woke me this morning, Nope dont know who that is Rose said. Well write it down and write everything down that I give you Rose for later reference please. So there we sat in chairs by Rose's bed, chatting to different spirits coming in to say hello, several family members quickly came in and just as quickly stepped aside, it felt like they were waiting for someone important to make an entrance. And an entrance she made too, this lovely lady in spirit dressed to the nine's, she sort of whisked in and immediately sat on Rose's bed ( rose's bed was sort of raised up high like on a pedestal) and I pointed this out to her, this female spirit is sitting here looking at us with her legs crossed with polished nails, lovely dress and her hair is done up high with curls on her head. Yep thats mom alright ,Rose replied. Always done up perfect. Well Rose she is saying you are doing something with her handbags? Oh dear, yes I am , I was going through some of her things and going to get rid of these handbags. Well Rose she is saying, they are much too expensive to throw out. Rose chuckled , I might keep one or two. She is also telling me that she liked the funeral but did not care for the catering afterward, something about too dry pastry or desserts. Rose chuckled again, no pleasing Mom, she was just too darn particular about details. She is also telling me about a wedding coming up soon and to look at the cake. Rose made a note to do that, this wedding is next month. Rose's mother made other comments about her daughters garden but then she showed me the house that she lives in over there, boy was it grand, I described this house to Rose and Rose said she has dreamt about her and her mother being there at that very house visiting together. Her mother mentioned that she visits Rose all the time , and keeps an eye on whats going on. Rose said she felt her mother around her a lot , Uh,think she will continue to do so Rose I gotta feeling this is one lady who likes to run things and is still particular and picture perfect about details. Now the lady who visited me this morning,well have a feeling Rose will figure this out , it felt like a old friend from Rose's past. She gave me some clues and one is that Rose has a old perfume bottle that she gave her, and once she finds this bottle she will know who this is. Spirit can sometimes be mysterious and make it hard to figure out, or be like Rose's mother , just sit and chat on the bed. I wish you all well, xxxlinn

met face to face in lucid dream one of my disc members.  was hoping to elicit some discussion with other board members about meeting "others" who are also one and the same essence/probe, from the same disc as described in Bruce's books. this experience could either be in an altered state, such as dreaming, or could be a meeting in physical reality. what say you anybody, I'm curious. I'll try to briefly describe this fellow I met who is me, and yet not me, insofar as my personality goes.
found myself exploring a large house, I was sensing presence. I heard an instruction to look within a full-length mirror in front of me. ok, I thought I will, what do you think I'll see? go ahead and look and don't ask questions they say. so I look, expecting to see an image of myself. instead, from within the mirror striding towards me comes a man of 5'7, dark hair, he's stocky, maybe swarthy is the word.  we grin at each other in happy reunion feeling, as if to say, its been a long time, we meet again! theres a wink in his eye and we now share a secret, we have discovered each other in C1 limited consciousness through this dream experience, that was the secret shared and that was the cause of our joy.  I do not look out through his eyes as Monroe described  with his future self, and I get a sense of concurrent lifetimes. I am  told  we are the same being or energy or disc, whatever you want to call it.  we are like probes or a soul split into two different areas in order to assimilate experience from different roles. to get a clue how this other me is operating and the sense of the role he's playing, I look into his eyes  where I notice energy emanates and I feel our oneness and connection there and he tells me I'm doing ok with the polarity energy within myself. in regard to his role as head of household of large family environment, (the opposite of my life) I get a mixture of his experience being within this large family, I feel much emotional energy such as would be found in another culture, similar to, or could be Italy, there is  a facination and involvement with his life,  you would not call it boredom exactly! a lot of humour leavening the struggles, a lot of love. his children grow in independence from being able to defy him, which he plays along with subtly yet he struggles to maintain some sort of control over his children who fly in every direction. the children only listen when it turns out he was right the first time, this he deals with as the way it is. all this was rolled up in what Monroe would call a rote. we acknowledge silently that we will reunite at some point when we have finished up here and this does not entail loss of our individuality, but only causes the thought of joy. we are not soul mates. we are the same person focusing in two different directions, generating two different personalities, roles, for the sake of experience.  it was a joyous experience I cannot describe! love, alysia

Thursday, March 26, 2003
8:15 PM

Did all the 3x3x3 relaxation and ask for a helper. Helper (George) came and join. Ask him to help me locate “....”, repeated her name a few times,.... , nothing happened, so I went to my Log house in F25 and sat outside on the veranda.There a  few people there that I don’t know, but have a feeling they are part of my I/There disk, ask them for help to locate _____.
So they form a circle around me and help me open up my perception and consciousness by sending me love energy, what a great feeling. Stay with them for a while before asking again for information’s about “____”.
All of a sudden a cloud of purple/pinkish/blue colours started flashing around me, surounding me and a very bright light at the left corner of my eyes, that I sense being an angel, very bright, very loving, got a sense of love emanating for it, very loving being. I felt good in that presence, to the point of not wanting to do anything... just stay there and baste in that loving energy.
Ask who it was, got the impression that it was a “Healing Angel”, “_____” Guardian Angel it says, so I ask why you’re here, I’m asking for “_____”. Where is she?
I said _____ mom and her sister  ask me to check up on her. They love her very much and miss her very much and  that is the reason why I'm here an asking about her!!
The Healing/Guardian Angel said “____” is in Focus 27 Healing Centre, and being protected by this Healing/Guardian Angel, got the impression that it’s her Guardian Angel. She enveloped in a cocoon of love, that's the reason I can’t access or approached her. Or it will disturb the healing? or process/progress ??
I ask why, the Guardian Angel or helper if you want to call it that way, says she had a traumatic Death, not an easy death/cross over. I ask why, the reason was because of her Believe System, she hanging on to some of her Earthly Believe system!
I ask what BSystem and got the impression of “ Lutheran”, believe system?  I know nothing of that religion (sorry) was she Lutheran? Nothing!!
Ask for a message for her mom and sister, and the angel said she miss you both and love you very much, and she will visit both of you in your dreams, tell them to pay attention to their dreams. I told the angel that her sister and mother  are trying to contact her also, no answers…
Ask for a message for validation:
Message is “Tell mom and sis that she found the lost car keys in her left Jean Jacket pocket?  Don’t know if I made that up, but that's the imp I got???
the Guardian Angel said you guys, don’t have to worry about her she is being taken care of very lovingly. She need some time to absorbed what happened during and after her life here?? Who know, but all it well and she being taken care of.

Finish at 9:20Pm.

That all I got for now, will try again soon to get more info.
Anyone ever come across a situation like this, when your stop from seeing a person because he/she is in the Healing Center or a cocoon of love?
Thank you for listening...

With Love
Romain

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

My Uncle Joe’s body was dropped last Friday.  He was a modern day saint although he seemed aloof, alone, and separate he was indeed truly a family man.  He died the most natural death a man could.  When he realized that time was short, he stopped eating and he drank little water.  He quietly withered to 60 lbs.  Then he stopped drinking water.  His breath became labored, but his eyes were bright and alert. 

    We put earphones on him and he heard Robert Moore’s invocation to the next step.  Slowly and painlessly Uncle Joe went .
     He kept a poem next to his bedside in his modest bedroom.   I would like everyone to read this.

Build thee more stately mansions O my soul
As the swift seasons roll
Leave thy low vaulted past
Let each new temple noble than the last
Shut thee from Heaven with a dome more vast
Till thou at length, are free
Leaving thine outgrown shell
By life unresting sea


Carlo

Hi all,

Saturday afternoon I got a short break and hit the couch to try a retrevial.  After going through my prep. process and focusing for an extended time on feeling love, I placed intent to help out and asked for a guide to come.  Just a quick note here, I seem to really feel the energy gathering exercises physically, like a tingling or body rush type of feeling.  Anyway, I felt a presence, more like an increase in the tingling and a high pitch sound, but didnt get anything for a couple minutes until suddenly I was floating over the ocean in what seemed like a warm climate, blue water. It was more like flashes than a moving picture.    

There was a woman treading water calmly below me, then in an instant I was next to her.  She seemed confused to see me, especially when I started talking.  I asked how she got here, and she said their boat went down and she had made it out.  I asked what she was doing now and she said waiting for the rescue boat to pick her up.  I told her I had a friend with a boat, and then a man in a small dingy type rowboat was in the water next to us.  The guy looked like a typical old salt, white hair and beard and even had a skipper hat with the blue brim on (go figure). When I thought of a rescue boat and the guide, I was thinking of a big bad powerboat and when I saw him in a little dinky dingy I almost laughed!

Anyway, he helped her into the boat and they started paddled off.  I was watching them when I thought to ask for something for verfication.  The first thing that came to mind was to ask the name of her boat, and I got Claris. I actually saw the transom of a sailboat with Claris painted on it. At that point I kind of clicked out instead of trying to catch up to them.  The whole process seemed to go very quickly, the exchanges of info were almost instantaneous, does anyone else experience it this way?

After I got up, I went to Google and typed in Claris Shipwreck.  One of the first hits was a dive shop in Australia that dives a wreck named Claris.  There is a picture of the wreck laying on the bottom, but no detail.  Just as a note it is not a sailboat.  I am going to follow up to try to get more info, but I about fell out of my chair when I actually saw the results from the Google search.

Doubt in my own ability to do retrevials is by far the biggest roadblock I have encountered.  The ironic thing is that I totally accept the experiences of others as valid, but when it comes to my own I often think I am just imagining everything. I think I understand more than ever what I have read in Bruce's books about needing to have my own experiences to help with doubt.  I really didnt grasp the importance of it initially, but obviously there is doubt that still needs to be chipped away. I really dont even know what it is, and I've tried the removing doubt exercise but I wont tell myself anything. lol! 

Regardless, the experiences I had at the workshop and since have helped me a great deal.  This one especially, as I actually got some verfication.  Thanks for reading, hopefully I didnt ramble! Love to all.

Dono

Hello,
Being rather new to performing retrievals, I wanted to post an experience I had the other morning and perhaps receive some feedback.

I set my intent to assist in a retrieval which could help me open up my perception in non-physical reality. After some preparatory visualization, I went with a guide (whom I could not see - just barely perceive) and felt some momentary sensations of movement. Then I got the impression of a name - Emily, a little girl about 7 playing in the rocks next to a railroad track. She had light brown hair and an old fashioned yellow dress on. I asked her if her mom had made her doll and she said yes. Then I told her that I have a daughter who is 7 and loves to play with dolls too. She didn't seem particularly interested in me! lol! I asked about brothers and sisters and I got that she has a brother who is older than her. When I asked about the year I got confusion - like she probably didn't know. The town seemed to be Hobson or Hobarton Kansas - something like that. At a point I introduced her to my friend (helper) and before long they were leaving so I followed. We were now in a nice open area like a really nice school playground. I sensed that there were some adults there (maybe) but it was filled with lots of really happy kids. Some of the girls began talking to Emily and I followed the helper to ask a few more questions.

I asked what had happened and I got that it was during the depression, 1932, and something had happened to Emilies parents so she and her brother were being separated and taken somewhere. I think that in her determination to stay with her brother, she might have jumped or fell off the moving train and hit something near the tracks - a post that killed her instantly. It seemed like she had just been waiting there beside the tracks ever since.

In posting this I am, in a sense, honoring the validity of the experience for me. It would be very easy to dismiss this as simply a strange wandering of my mind. I can see the value in being able to verify some element which I could hold up and say this is real. I looked up towns in Kansas but none of them were very close to the impression I got (Hugoton, Hudson, Horton). I know that everyone talks about this - but, I too am working on trusting that my 'impressions' are as valid as how actually 'seeing' things feels.

I did go on and ask the helper for some insight into some health concerns that I have and I got some insight which I have taken action on - even though it was a little bit hard to do. I am trying to honor the impressions that I am being gifted with as a way to encourage their continuation and strengthening.

Thanks for listening,
Rob

Ginny;
That statement from your last post:
I could still see and feel a group of individuals I had apparently been with...who were intently focused in on me. That feeling of being loved was so powerful, Romain, that all I wanted to do was dive back into sleep and be there, in it, forever! And I tried!!!---:

After reading on this board your excursions and building you house F27. I did build my house, also, it's not perfect yet, but it's there..lol.
I could see or sense i should say, individuals there, at least 3 of them, but can't communicate as of yet with them but they are focusing on me, I get good vibes from them...and still wonder who they are..? Disk members I guest.!!

You've tried re-experiencing the feeling, and what happened? Thank Gin.
with love
Romain

I have not read of this elsewhere and I didn't tell Bruce, but partway through Saturday when we were doing the energy gathering exercises, I was led to a new exercise.

Rather than visualize the energy coming in through my feet or head and energizing me, I visualized the energy erupting (it was a strong visualization) up through the middle of the room, then spilling back down around all of us, filling us all with love and energy. I visualized it coming from above as well - no conflicts in the non-physical world with particle flow! But mostly I visualized it charging up through the middle of the floor and churning back down around all of us. I didn't decide to do this, it decided to happen and it seemed the right thing to do.

This may be a useful exercise for people to consider during future workshops. There seems to be a limitless supply of energy, why not tap it for everyone...

Joe Meboe

I leaned back in the chaise longue and waited. Within a few seconds I felt movement and we were in a huge, whitish tunnel swirling counter clockwise. I said to Om, who was still to my immediate right, "Are we suppose to be in a tunnel?" I got back a yes and watched as it seemed to bend slightly to the right, portions of its rounded walls appearing tranparent.  It seemed flexible, gently curving through what I guess was just immense blackness. I saw a brighter area approaching and could then feel we had arrived somewhere as the tunnel disappeared and the sensation of movement stopped.

We were then in what at first felt like a flat blackness but I began detecting a 'substance' to it. There wasn't a three dimensional look or feel to it, but it held a density that I find even now difficult to describe.

Before I could wonder more I was suddenly looking at a transparent sphere or large bubble, and from its center a thick bundle of countless lines or rods made up of what appeared to be light sprang forth, expanding outward to the its surface. These rods of light then seemed to disappear as the sphere returned to being transparent. My interpreter started going nuts and I was processing the data as fast as I could: okay, this is some kind of creature in another world ocean somewhere?---it feels as if I'm in something like water and am floating, next to this sphere? I let the image go asking for better understanding...felt a slight pause and then had the same image and incoming feelings.

I was then aware that I too seemed to be a sphere (I saw around me what looked like a ball of transparent film) and that I was starting to enter in to the other sphere's reality by moving over to the left, as it did, intent on something it was doing. I felt for Om--he was still present but not much help (lately these guys seldom tell me anything, they prefer me figuring things out through popping into and out of experiences!). I focused in on the sphere again, wondering what it was doing and got that it was in the process of creating something. It was busy, intent, focused on something I couldn't perceive...and I had the impression it was either unaware of me or not interested in my presence. I sensed movement. I was somehow involved for a moment in feeling a vigorous action or movement of some kind that the sphere was generating. It felt as if my bubble was then merged with its bubble and for a few seconds I was busy right along with it, assisting in creating something I could neither 'see' or understand in any way. I let the image go again, asking for better undertsanding (kinda sent out a begging to understand better.....lol).  Received the same image but I then got or could feel there was something over in the area the sphere was busy  with, but I still had no clue what it was: just a black area that felt as if it had mass but I really have no idea if that was correct. It was frustrating because I could feel that something was there in the funny blackness, something  with substance (it had a smooth property to it opposed to the rest of the blackness) but I remained utterly mystified.

It then ceased it's work and floated a bit of a distance away and stopped. I moved with it and decided to try to communicate by sending PUL.  As I brought the feeling of love, respect and loving acceptance to me and saw/felt it then go to the sphere I watched as a pink area spread out along its' surface and I think then be absorbed into it (I don't think of the color 'pink', or any color for that matter, when I expand my awareness with love energy--so this was interesting).  And I immediately got back quite a joyous, loving reply as I was momentarily engulfed in a ball of pink stuff too, a spontaneous, excited rote that said, in essence (my wording), "Hello and I am in complete agreement when it comes to this energy and here's some back at ya!".  And while I was experiencing its message it then seemed to turn its attention away, back to whatever it had been doing.

I watched as what appeared to be long, thing cords, each sporting a bulbous end, reached out into the blackness in the opposite direction from where Om and I were. I was starting to wonder if I was witnessing some kind of other planet jellyfish when I felt Om laugh and say no. I asked if the sphere was searching for food and Om again indicated no, saying that it was searching...but it did not need to find sustenance or energy in any form to remain alive. This got my attention. He communicated that we were not on another planet, this was not a 'creature' from another dimension ('creature' meaning other wordly, unknown animal species), and we were not immersed in anything resembling water. A state of confusion started clouding my perception a little. Feeling a bit defensive I reminded Om that we were suppose to be either visiting places of consciousness beyond the ELS that fellow disk members had either experienced and/or were experiencing, and of course he gave me a look that suggested he was in complete agreement with that. A funny feeling hit me and I looked back at the sphere and asked, "This is a disk member?" I sensed Om smiling, his eyes twinkling at my confusion.

The sphere began moving slowly away and Om stated, "He's (he/she/it) unaware of himself. He's unaware of who or what he is". I stared at Om, asking what he was talking about. "He's unaware because he has no concept that he should be aware." I thought about this and said, "He doesn't possess the kind of awareness of self  that, say, humans have?" He said that was correct and lovingly watched as the sphere continued to move off into the blackness. I didn't completely understand what Om was getting at but I had the feeling that the sphere was operating at a high level of creativity, curiosity...and that it wasn't thinking out the 'why' of its searchings (???).

It wasn't too long before I felt the need to return to C1 and I thanked Om for, once again, more questions than answers. Once back and when I finally sat up and looked at the clock I realized I'd been gone for over an hour. And then, as is quite often the case, information started flooding into my mind and I wondered about the sphere and what it really was: something about its features, what I witnessed it doing, felt familiar.

Thanks for listening and much love,

Ginny