Hey Ginny.
I just LOVE your posts, they are sooooo interesting..gives me chills (the good ones [:D])
Perhaps I find them interesting because in 98% of my dreams, involve helping or saving people..Sometimes very large groups or just one person...I would like to make it a goal to do what you do.. Have no idea where to begin, but if it is meant to be, I trust the path will show itself.
Thanks again for your lovely posts.!!
Nay. [;)]
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Originally posted by Nay
Hey Ginny.
I just LOVE your posts, they are sooooo interesting..gives me chills (the good ones [:D])
Perhaps I find them interesting because in 98% of my dreams, involve helping or saving people..Sometimes very large groups or just one person...I would like to make it a goal to do what you do.. Have no idea where to begin, but if it is meant to be, I trust the path will show itself.
Thanks again for your lovely posts.!!
Nay. [;)]
Hi Nay,
I seldom remember through dreams where I've been, what I've done. Sounds as if you have great recall. Just my opinion but I think a great many of us (if not all) are quite actively involved during sleep in helping others, among other things.
Thanks for your kind thoughts and love,
Ginny
Hi everyone,
After leaving my two Disk/Higher Self members the other day I wanted to assist in a retrieval, if needed, somewhere...and this is what happened.
I seemed to be in a dense blackness and as I opened up to get a feel for where I was I was then looking at a short figure wearing a hooded, black robe. I couldn't see the person's face and nothing seemed to be happening. I did nothing as I could feel something really unpleasant about the environment and I jokingly asked myself what was going on.
I then watched as the right arm of the somebody underneath the robe began moving straight out and up, as if in slow motion. The scene had the feel of a Hollywood horror B movie or that's what came to mind. I opened up to feel if a Helper was around, or if I needed one, simply to explain what was happening. The arm, appearing as stiff as a board, then slowly bent at the elbow and proceeded to follow through with a repeated action that looked like stroking: slowly down and then back up and down again. I wasn't getting any information on what it was all about or who perhaps was on the receiving end of the stroking, but my interpreter started offering possible explanations.
I then had a better sense of the area and got that we were in a room....and then I realized that the person was combing someone's hair. I moved a little closer and then knew that the robed person was a young girl and she was grooming a doll's long, shiney, flaxen-colored hair. I then sensed there were several more dolls around her, on shelves, sitting everywhere. I could feel that the young girl seemed to be in some kind of a daze. She didn't seem to be aware of my presence at all, just continued to attend to a doll as if in a trance. I took a moment to bring to me, as much as I could, the feeling of love--complete respect and acceptance of her--and when I then visualized this energy going to her she stopped. I moved closer to her, feeling she was wondering what was happening...and then I could also feel her starting to slide back into her trance-like state again. I offered her more love and gently pulled the hood back and off her head. She looked up at me, a little curious, confused...and I told her how beautiful her dolls were and I knew of a place where she could have all the dolls she wanted. As she continued staring at me with eyes that said she didn't know whether to hate me or not, I then just knew that she trusted no one...that she was most likely beyond my ability to help her (I don't know why she was in such a robe or why I 'saw' that kind of robe, and I was wondering at that moment what on Earth could have happened to her, but it felt bad--she had retreated to a place to block out memories I guess).
Suddenly feeling the presence of a Helper to my right and worried I'd lose the child, to her ability to block out awareness of everyone, I told her my friend here with me had the most beautiful dolls, and with that she looked in the direction I was pointing, at the Helper. I sensed the Helper was female and as the two were then surrounded in a gold light it was obvious they were communicating and I felt a sense of relief as I backed away. Knowing she would now be ushered out of her isolation I left, feeling that this was one of the strangest retrievals I'd ever done in F23.
I then felt myself accelerating quickly...sensed a different Helper to my right and I knew we were going to another retrieval.
Thanks and much love,
Ginny