Having had a long period where I just couldn’t seem to do any retrieval work, I decided if I had some hardware for it I would make it a routine and get it done. I took out my old tape recorder and started once again taping the retrieval experience as it occurred, this made it seem more “right” to do and more like it might make a difference to someone else if I did it.

I keep the tape recorder on the side of my bed now to nag at me if I don’t do any metaphysical work that day.

This morning, May 12, I offered myself if I was needed to help anyone.

This is what came through:
First thing I see is a deluge of water pouring down a steep hill, it is dark out, I can see the white, churning water ahead of me and it is pouring down beside a metal fence, chain link type of fence, I am standing looking at a corner of a yard, and beside the fence on the outside is a very narrow path, I follow the path uphill, quite steep uphill and come to a break in the path, there is before me a deep chasm, looks like the earth has fallen away and taken about half or two thirds of the house and property with it, leaving the front bit intact.

I feel nervous about the chasm, asking myself, is it an earthquake? Or an explosion? Maybe a volcano erupted? Or is it war, and this was a bomb that was dropped? I can’t figure it out. There is no one around that I can hear. It’s very dark, no moon but by starlight I can see quite a bit.

There is no way to go except over the fence, so I grab the mesh on the fence, hoping everything will hold and not collapse with me under it, and over I go landing on the other side. I don’t know how secure this piece of ground is. No idea where I am in the world.

That water rushing down hill maybe was a break in a water main or in a dam.

There is a man, I’m given the image of a man hanging on to the fence along the front of the property, his feet dangle over nothingness, he is trying to hang on and not fall into the abyss that has opened below the edge of this property.

He is dark haired with a dark beard and dark eyes, a big strong man, he reminds me of Fiddler on the Roof in his appearance and dress. Wears dark trousers and grey vest over a cotton light blue shirt, the sleeves billow out in the wind that is blowing. He wears black heavy-soled lace-up shoes. He is hanging on by one hand, then by both. He is afraid.

At first I think he is the one I am to retrieve, perhaps he fell and died.

That imagery passes now and I am being shown that when this thing hit, I am being shown there was a light strafing through this area and it moved around all over and brought harm with it, maybe a war zone, an explosion of some kind that split the property in two and actually left the one part of the property collapsed at the bottom of a newly created cliff.

This imagery is passing and I am being shown that when this happened, the family was moving to the table, I smell the warm supper smells, see the tablecloth on the table nicely, I can see stencils of red flowers have been painted on the table around the edges, there are painted boards around the table edge and they are decorated with these colored stencils, red, large flowers. The table cloth drapes over the sides of the table a bit, but at the ends, it just fits the table top and reveals the stencilled decor at the ends.

There are platters and bowls of food for a good sized family on this table. I see hands placing these containers of food on the table, I see a bowl of mashed potatoes, can smell peas, like pea soup, a dark roast of some kind on the table too.

I am being shown an aerial view of the city, looking down on the city somewhere in the world, thousands of feet up, looking down. A port city on the ocean, being shown some kind of cement block setup, there is a dock thing jutting out and the piers are joined along the ends, almost like a ladder effect looking at it from the air.

As I am looking down at the aerial view, I can see far away below little blue lights happening like small explosions around the pier area, coming from the water underneath. I don’t know what those are.

Now they show me a garden gate, the gate opens. A lady steps through the gate, wears a white dress and white bonnet, very dress up material, stiff and crisp billowing white fabric in layers with cotton and silk petticoats underneath, a wide pink sash around the waist and a bonnet on her head shaped like the kind of bonnet you see in fairy tale figures, tied in a ribbon under the chin.

The sleeves of her gown are puffy where the fabric meets the shoulder and it puffs down to the elbow, where it is less puffy down to the wrist. At the shoulder area, where the fabric comes away from the neck to meet the shoulder puffy fabric, there is inserted a crisp, starched piece of heavy lace which juts up high in a curve around the shoulder, very nice.

She is very pretty, short looking dark wavy hair, wears bangs, her eyes are wide and dark, a pretty pink mouth, she is kind of a Betty Boop figure to look at her. Too perfect.

She is wearing little shoes, very pretty, little jewels on her shoes. She is holding something in her hand as she slips through the gate and she joins two other ladies in the garden there, this doesn’t add up with that metal mesh fence which looked like a modern fence, wondering if I am looking at past history of this property in a different time period.

I am really trying to tie all this together and so far it makes no sense at all. The man dangling, the women in period costume, all the same property with different fencing.

One of the other ladies is wearing also a cream colored dress sitting out in the garden in a swing alongside another woman who is seated. The lady who came through the gate joins them.

They are talking about a catastrophe that has happened somewhere in the area, involving an explosion or collapse of the earth. Very similar to what is happening to the property in the current time where the man is dangling from the mesh fence.

This is an old event that happened that is similar. Somewhere in the world where there are either natural explosions from under the ground, maybe earthquake, or else places where the earth tends to collapse without warning for some reason.

When I saw the little explosions of blue light coming up from the water around the pier, I wondered if the city is sitting over an underground volcano?? Maybe. I wasn’t given any info about the source of the catastrophe.
I am seeing a tree uprooted and turned over on its side laying on the ground, some details of this event far in the past. At that point, in that previous disaster, this particular property and area of the city was spared.

OK, now I get it. This is a case of people who died in the “past” not leaving the house they died in. The three ladies dressed in white are in this much more modern day yard where the man is hanging on to the fence over a chasm, and I thought he would drop and be killed and these ladies from the past are approaching him with great concern looking at him.

I realize suddenly that this whole thing is backward from most retrievals I have participated in. The man hanging from the fence is the Guide and is drawing the women toward the fence so I can address them.

At some time in the past, these ladies died while living on this property, and they all three stayed after death and have been “haunting” the house ever since, unwilling to move on or not knowing how, perhaps unable to hear the Guides talking to them.

They have been dead for probably hundreds of years now.

The collapse of the ground has given an opportunity to draw these women out, since the house they have been haunting is about to totally disappear and they will be left bereft of their “place”.

Seeing the dangling man all of a sudden, they approach where he hangs from the fence, very concerned. How can they help?

This is my opportunity. I watch this going on and find that I am in the garden approaching them, wearing old fashioned men’s clothing, dressed in skinny type trousers, a powdered wig, maybe dressed like a business person or an assistant to a professional person, strange looking pointy toe shoes, a vest and so on. I approach these ladies who appear to accept my appearance.

Now my attention is fully on the women, I can forget about the dangling man, he was just drawing the women near to this corner of the garden.

The man disappears, the ladies think he must have fallen, very frightened, one of them says, “The property is falling away, we have been here forever, there is nowhere to go, what shall we do?”

I reply that it is necessary to escort them to a safer part of town where the damage is not so severe. We walk along to the other end of the garden, where the corner has been torn away, there is a path which has also been largely torn away, we follow what is left of it down to the street below which is still whole. I begin to lead them along this street, it is so dark out I can hardly see, a late summer evening, and  looking at the four of us from above, and I see the ladies following closely behind the other “me” as we proceed along the street. Some kind of old lamps light the street here and there, maybe old Victorian gas lamps or something like that.

A lot of trees and shrubs in the darkness.

As we walk along, quite suddenly there is, out of nowhere, the sun shining, we move across a demarcation point from the darkness into the sunlight, and in front of us, across a green lawn, is a brick building, it looks like some kind of business or educational building. The ladies are silent as this transpires.

I realize that they all three now know what is happening, and that they know they are moving forward into the Afterlife at last. I step behind them and place my arm behind them to sort of “herd” them up the single step into the doorway of the building.

I say, “Now we are coming to the big building where we have to sign in” and though they look gravely worried, they step forward and for the first time in a long time, they stand in full sunlight, warm and welcoming.

Some person opens the door of the building for us from the inside, and we enter the doorway into the building.

The ladies are ahead of me, I make sure I get them all in the building before I disappear. But there is no one to greet us so I accompany them down the corridor, the sun is streaming down onto us from tall windows on the left.

As we approach the end of the corridor there is a stairway leading up and someone comes down it to greet the ladies. I can’t see them very well. Dressed in some green material, can’t see if they are male or female.

We are now outside the building, some procedure is completed and there is pretty carriage waiting for the ladies. It is drawn by three white horses. The upholstery is new looking, cushioned and very comfortable to look at it. Green again, with small silver flecks in it.

They climb in and are beginning to enjoy this adventure now they know they are safe. They turn away from me and the horse and carriage draws away.

That’s it. One of the strangest retrievals I ever was part of. Multi-layered in time zones!!


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Blogging is not only a pleasure, it is a basic necessity...I don't know how I have lived so much of my life without a blog. It gives me a place to write, a motivation to write, lots of reasons for reading lots of mind-expanding and challenging books, plenty to think about and be happy about. It has become a centerpiece of my retirement life along with my friends and pets, my faith and my afterlife journeys.
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