Two War Retrievals

[Nick]

Ginny,

After reading about your retrievals here and in the other post (a Focus 23 retrieval) it made me want to read something by Bruce Moen, so I bought his first book which I've just started. I clicked on the link you posted and have been exploring his website as well.

How long have you been doing retrievals? How did you learn?

[Ginny]

quote:Originally posted by Nick

Ginny,

After reading about your retrievals here and in the other post (a Focus 23 retrieval) it made me want to read something by Bruce Moen, so I bought his first book which I've just started. I clicked on the link you posted and have been exploring his website as well.

How long have you been doing retrievals? How did you learn?

Hi Nick,

When I found B. Moen's website over two years ago I just knew this was my answer to being able to learn to directly experience the nonphysical, and especially, help others There (I had wanted to learn to be a retriever since reading Bob Monroe's third book). What Bruce was teaching was an eye-opener for me, because I had assumed for years that specialized technology or some kind of esoteric training or skills were necessary to get my own direct experience beyond the physical...and he was saying we're born with the necessary 'equipment' to do it: no specialized anything required.

I did the same, Nick--bought his first book--and decided that if he could use the mind's eye/imagination to say, create his own place in the nonphysical (Focus 27), and if navigating within the nonphysical was as easy as he said (simply placing the intent), then I could too. I just started experimenting, having fun creating and changing things at my nonphysical place, kind of wondering who would show up (if anyone.) My deceased mother appeared...and all along my skepticism was operating over-time (lol), thinking all of it was fantasy, until unexpected things started happening: things she said and suggested we do that had definitely not been in my mind. But I decided to do as Bruce suggested, just follow along, and she introduced me to my first retrieval (which I nearly screwed up because I was so astonished at what was happening).

Did you by any chance find the page, Free Articles by Bruce, at his website? Once there click on the link, Appendix C: Guidelines for Afterlife Contact.  Gives you a good idea on how to get started.

Although I've been to one of his two day workshops, I started retrieving eight months prior...so anyone can do this. Because we have a continuous connection with so much more than what we call the physical (whether we're aware of it or not), learning to be focused in other realities is more simple than we want to believe at first--just a part of our nature.

Hope this helps and much love,

Ginny

[Nick]

Thank you Ginny,

I appreciate the time you took to respond to my questions. This is a fascinating area and I'm looking forward to learning more. I especially like the concept of helping people who've just transitioned.

Bruce Moen's website (as you no doubt already know) has a place to sign up if one is interested in a workshop. So, as the closest city just south of me is LA, I let them know I'd be interested in a future workshop there.

Also, thanks for pointing out Appendix C: Guidelines for Afterlife Contact as I had not yet noticed that.

Very best,

[Ginny]

Hi everyone,

After spending some time in the 3D blackness, knowing I wanted to connect with a Helper and assist in any retrieval--if necessary-- connected with the war, I then spotted a small opaque area and focused in on it. I was then feeling a sense of motion through blackness and someone to my right, a female.

When the sensation of movement stopped I was standing next to what my interpreter said was a tank directly to my left. I could feel another type of vehicle to my right and sensed more of the same in the area. No one was around. I waited a few seconds and then sent out a hello and sensed someone was on the other side of the tank, but wasn't responding. I started moving around the vehicle and saw a young black man in fatigues, staring at me..and I could feel he was scared and very confused. I concentrated on a feeling of calmness, friendliness and sent this to him along with telling him my name. He took a few steps toward me and stopped, asking where everyone was. His fellow comrades were gone and he was frightened by this, feeling vulnerable. I told him all was well, that we were there to get him. As he was looking into my eyes I held out my left arm to indicate others where right behind me and the Helper appeared. I moved away as they started communciating and it wasn't long before he left with what felt like three or four others.

I was then suspended in blackness for just a moment and another scene opened up. I was inside a building that had pretty much been demolished. Some of the roof and walls were gone, cement support beams were holding up what remained. I then watched a little girl of around six walk through the room and stop. She looked over at me and I had a feeling she was the child who had popped into my mind over a week ago. I felt instant guilt that I had not followed up on that impression then, but decided to push it aside as she certainly didn't need to experience my stuff.

I smiled and said hello, told her my name and asked what she was doing. She looked down, saying nothing. Dark, curly hair surrounded large black eyes. I got that since I was not a member of her family she wasn't sure about me...she wanted to wait for one of them to come and get her. She seemed to be in a mild daze and yet I sensed she was knowledgeable of what had caused the building we were in to be destroyed. I moved a little closer and noticed she was holding something and got that it was a small doll or toy. I slowly knelt and told her I had a doll too and would she like to see it? I handed her a doll which had a dress with sparkly rhinestones and what looked like glitter in the fabric, braided hair, fancy shoes and lacey socks. Her eyes widened as she took it. She gave me a careful look as she marveled at the doll---she wasn't about to reveal her emotions to me. I then said I knew a nice lady who had lots of dolls, just like the one she was holding, and would she like to go see them? She hesitated, staring me in the eye, and then nodded. The Helper was right there to our left and I moved back a few feet as the girl seemed to be listening to her.

And that's the last I remember as I fell into a nap.

Much love,

Ginny