a shamanic soul retreval by Robert

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I think it is extremly interesting to hear about peoples defination

of soul retreval... Ive never heard of " Shamanic Soul Retreval "

though... this is my defination of soul retreval.. Im new to this

site, so I maybe off base, is so, I apologize..this is a classic case

and one which I described very well.

 

Soul Retreival to me is helping the dearly departed find their

directions. Some can do this with ease and some can not, why, I dont

know. This is my journal entry for March 31, of this year. Enjoy -

this is what I do.

 

Just for clarification as you read this, Betty and Rev. Gracie are

two of my very best friends who have crossed over recently who are

still in contact with me. The Front Porch/Train Station Area is what

I later discoverd that Robert Monroe describes as the Reception Area.

 

March 31, 2008, Monday

This morning I did my chi lai, and then I sat for 30 minutes. Of

course I rambled on with my mind chatter for a few minutes, and then

said my prayers, and almost immediately after I settled down I began

to travel… I don't know if I go there or there comes to me

 

There was this kid, a drowning victim; He was four and half years

old. Betty was there and scooped him up. He was a cute kid, with a

button plaid shirt, and cute little shoes; he was kinda chucky, baby

fat…..At first I said 5 and he told me he was four and a half. His

name is Rickie. His family was camping along a river in Missouri, ( I

don't know how I know it was Missouri, I don't know the county or the

name of the town or river) and he and his brother were exploring. His

brother was named Henry or Paul, whenever I tried to find out for

sure, these two names popped up. At first I could only see him as an

image. He was blurred. I was told he was guilty and thus his image

couldn't be seen well. I went on to other things and came back and

each time I did, he became clearer. He was 8, tall and skinny, with

a tee shirt on with broad lines going horizontally across, white and

a darker color.

 

The tent was green with a flap on the door and two pole attached in

the ground to hold the flaps. It was in a camp ground because I could

see a clearing was made for campers. I saw the car but it was in

behind bushes, and could not see it too well, There was a girl who

was 12, her name was Rebecca, but she wanted to be called Becky. The

mom's name was Mary Jo, or Betty Jo. The man's name was Ralph, the

last name was Burgouesse, or Burgandy, or Burgoon, or something like

that… I kept trying to see it, but it was never made clear, then I

went on to something else, thinking I could return for a clearer

ideal of the name.

 

It's funny how you know these things, the names and the pictures…

when in this state, you can't and don't make them up, they just

appear, they just happen, they occur, they are they, and you visit

it… I am beginning to realize just when this is about to occur, I

have rapid eye movement… I've done it enough now to see this happens

in the beginning.

 

Apparently the two boys were exploring the woods, and they younger

one accidentally fell in. The older one really didn't care what

happened to him, because he was kinda jealousy, Ricky got all the

attention, and Henry felt left out and didn't get any attention, any

more. Henry didn't care what happened to him. One came from one

parent and the other came from the other parent. Henry will grow up

to be a popular basketball player in high school, and he will get his

high school girl friend pregnant, and when they have the child, Henry

will remember this incident and will never forgive himself of this

and it will torment him for a long time.

 

I kept exploring for more details. Then there was this loud "

Dinnnngggg " , the buzzer/timer went off and sent shivers down my

spin. It always does. It's so annoying and it steals my attention. I

set it because it gives me an assurance, like a life line of coming

back. It hits me with broad waves of attack. While meditating my skin

and all of my body parts becomes my " ears " , my whole-ness becomes

receptive, listening to the world surrounding me, and in a instant,

being placed on the receiving end of a barrage of waves of sound,

like the waves of a pond when a rock is thrown upon the calm peaceful

service. The sound waves race to my physical structure and

mercilessly pounds it, one wave after another, like a machine gun…

tat, atat, atat, atat, annoying and you are helpless against it, but

sitting there and being submissive and receiving the bombardment of

the sound waves. It hits you abruptly and without warning. It catches

you off guard. You shiver with fright, or something similar. Then in

almost in an instant you realize what it is and where it is coming

from and you relax, knowing it just the timer – it's just the timer.

You can breath, it's just the timer. It may be only a spit second, or

maybe a couple of minutes… times is an illusion and varies with

reality. Although the timer was set for 30 minutes, I could have been

over there for hours. Time is relative, right?

 

I have met a couple of people through the internet who also helps

people to cross over. It seems this is needed and helpful, and I am

not the only one who does this. Betty has Ricky now and she is happy

and so is he. This is totally new to me, and I enjoy it immensely.

 

I've noticed the unaware people who cross over have breathing

problems at first. They seem to be having trouble catching their

breath. They are living in a world without Oxygen, maybe it's a

natural thing… Betty didn't have any trouble, nor did Rev. Gracie…

very interesting… take care, Betty and Gracie, lots of love to you

all…

 

The next day…Tuesday

While sitting, Betty and Rev Gracie and the young boy were all at the

front porch area.. all loving, all caring. Betty called Anonda, my

cat over to me/us and he sat with me on the floor between my legs, so

Buddha like. My cat, the Buddhist! In his next life time he will be

a real boy. For sure.

 

Wednesday

When I did my sitting this morning, I looked for the boy at the FRONT

PORCH AREA, and he was not anywhere around. I am sure he went to the

STATION last night. Sometimes Betty comes to bed with me, in the

middle of the night. This makes my cats jump on my bed and wakes me

up at 130- 230 in the morning, or some other awful hour in the middle

of the night. I have to keep a note pad and pen close to my bed

because sometimes, I've found out it is good to take down notes. This

happened last night but I was too sleepy to pay any attention. Sorry.

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-- In , merlin wrote:

>

> Chrism, Paula.. not too sure I need that. I think I'm in the DIY

group to.

> I am some comfortable with my energy work.I've done things I never

would

> have believed possible 20 years ago. I think that has sparked K and

she is

> readying me for the process. I'm in a very good place both literaly

and

> figuratively.

>

> Some days it goes well. other days it's a bit harder. I just relax

and

> open, the I that I am disappears and lets my body do just as it

feels.

> Sometimes and getting more frequent, there is a total loss of

control,

> while the body is still working I have no sense of what is

directing it.

> And I don't really care, I just trust that it is good for me. Maybe

not so

> much DIY but inner directed. I can tell you that my sense of it, is

that

> it is spectacularly, loving and kind.

>

> I never answered the post about expectations. Not sure why. I live

an

> idylic life already. Raised fine young men and women. I guess I'd

have to

> say my biggest expectation is to die. I know it's coming, jeez I'm

> surprised the way I lived I've lasted this long. I have no fear of

it,

> when my cancer was first diagnosed my wife was in tears. It just

really

> did not bother me, no turmoil, no trauma. We all die of something. I

> figure I was fine before I was alive in this body, and I'll be just

fine

> after I leave it.

>

> Now fear thats another thing, I continue to wonder what they do to

you if

> you have an erection lasting longer than four hours.

>

> Peace

>

> Don

>

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Nice Robert. Keep up the good works! - blessings to you. - chrism