Hi everyone,

While hanging out in the 3-D blackness I sent out my desire to assist in a retrieval wherever needed, and was immediately confronted with a woman who was anxious and intent on helping someone she knew. I say she was anxious because she was on my right one moment and then flitting around, finally slowing a bit to approach from my the left, indicating we could get going at any time. She led the way as we moved from blackness to a kind of murkiness that had the unmistakable feel of Focus 23.

Upon stopping, a scene opened up around me and I realized I was inside what felt like a small house or shack, dark, time of day being at sunset. My female escort suddenly receded and when I looked around I saw another woman, in a dark, floor length dress, sitting on the wooden or dirt floor near a window, holding a rifle. I moved carefully toward her but felt it important to maintain a respectful distance. When I was a good ten feet away I sat down and casually asked what was going on. She said, "The Yanks are coming!", and she seemed to grip the rifle even tighter as she kept looking out the window. Wondering if she was stuck in the time period of the American Civil War I then asked her what year it was and instantly realized it was a mistake as she gave me a hard, suspicious look (to her, asking what year it was was not only silly but made me an instant suspect  for some reason). Within that second of instant knowing I also picked up on her mounting fear, so I immediately answered that I was confused...I was someone who lived in the area. I included a feeling of being a befuddled but friendly neighbor as I mentally answered her and I could then feel her calm down. She then said it was the year 1878...which momentarily DID cause me confusion (lol!), as the Civil War ended many years prior to that date.

I didn't want to risk upsetting her more with questions so I just watched her as she continued her anxious vigil at the window. I could just barely see some wooden furniture in the room and boxes or crates piled up under the window. The place felt abandoned and unkept. I was open to any suggestions from nearby Helpers but wasn't getting anything. She then brought her left hand to her face and seemed to let out a sigh, saying she was feverish. Everyone in the area was either getting very sick or had already died from some disease or health issue. I then got that her children had died from an illness and that either her husband or an older man in her life had marched off to war, as a Confederate soldier, and had never returned home. I also got a thought that perhaps she had somewhere along the line during her physical life just 'lost it', refused to face up to and acknowledge some of the horror that had occurred. Feeling that I had gained her trust to some degree I moved a little closer and asked her her name. I got, Wilmeena Truett.

I was about to ask something else when I got the sudden and unmistakable feeling of movement and expectation all around us, which Wilmeena wasn't aware of but I was, and I then knew it was time to help her out of her isolation. The area surrounding Wilmeena's pocket of isolation seemed to be suddenly full of people, and I felt more like a spectator as I just watched a flurry of activity on her behalf. I knew within a nano-second that I was to tell Wilmeena that someone had arrived to help us, which I did, and before she could even wonder about the new arrival (and possibly then grow fearful and suspicious, thus blocking her perception of them and any help) a man in what I took to be a gray, Confederate military outfit approached her and started talking to her reassuringly. I just continued observing as a host of individuals (I couldn't see any one person but picked up on white, blurry shapes, separating and blending together...moving quickly, scurrying around with great excitement) seemed to know what was going on better than I did.

Everything was happening so fast. Wilmeena was then suddenly riding up front on the seat of an old, horse-drawn, farm type of wagon, the military man sitting next to her. For some reason it was then I received a brief glimpse of a countryside in daylight, complete with what appeared to have once been a large, two story home, now burned to the ground and deserted, only its foundation and what I guess were rock or brick corners standing. The area around all of us was then getting brighter and as the wagon began moving we were then ambling along through a soft white. I decided to follow to see where they were all going, in part because I had never been involved in a retrieval with so many others...and was more curious than anything else.

Within, I'd say, a few seconds, some kind of odd, roundish entrance appeared ahead of the party and Wilmeena, with her escort and wagon, just simply went through it and disappeared. I stopped because the strange entrance then closed shut, giving me the strong impression that I was not to enter. A really short female was then standing to my left (she didn't feel like the  woman who initially escorted me to Wilmeena) and I asked where Wilmeena had gone. She said, "To heaven, to be with Jesus. She's with Jesus now." She pronounced Jesus's name with an exaggerated drawl or seemed to place more emphasis on the first syllable. Within all my travels within the BST I've never been initially shut out or denied access, so when I asked her if I could visit beyond the entrance in the future, she smiled and said of course...but not just now. I looked at the entrance again, appearing/feeling more like a living, pliable, alive, roundish being of some kind with texture and depth...rather than say an image of a normal door or gate (that entrance is difficult to explain--sorry--I could very well have misunderstood it completely) and then thanked the woman and decided to head back to full, waking consciousness.


Thanks for reading and much love--)

Ginny

Ah, thank you Bruce. The chipping away at assumptions and beliefs and subsequent questioning happens on this end too---lol!

Thank you so much for being so damn curious through the years, and for having the guts to share what you learned with all of us. If for nothing else, just being able to let go of certain fears has been an absolutely wonderous thing for me.

Much love to you now and always,

Gin