I did not invent or discover the craft of retrieval. Even though the Theosophist Charles Leadbeater wrote about them the over a century ago in his book, still available, “Invisible Helpers”, I cannot recall if I read it before or after discovering Bruce Moen around 2002. Here are some excerpts from Bruce’s first book, “Voyages Into The Unknown” that unveiled the possibilities in retrieval work for me after completing my own first book, Eternal Life And How To Enjoy It, in 1999, but not published until 2004/5. If some of my recent reports seem amazing to you, consider these.
On the 1995 Oklahoma City Bombing: “…I’d just finished placing my order for a seafood platter when I remembered earlier thoughts about trying to assist victims. Still thinking it was something I’d actually do later, I sat on a stool, quietly expressing my willingness to provide assistance. That’s how it always starts. I thought I’d have plenty of time to finish my meal, go home & lie down and begin to carry out my intent to assist.” After hearing his guide’s voice saying “Okay Bruce, they can use the help”, while being aware of sitting on his stool and aware of the folks around him he also was “rushing through blackness towards three infants who died in the blast”. He approached them “sitting close together, seemingly unharmed and perhaps a little dazed”. Although he’d only retrieved one person at a time before he found he could “easily hold all three together in his arms” and “scooped them up “ and headed for the reception center he’d already been introduced to on Focus 27. He describes that center as a park with “trees, grass, flower gardens & benches”, a place where “whatever needs they may have can be catered to”.
Having noticed a gathering of helpers and extended family members like uncles and aunts patiently waiting nearby, he headed back to the blast site, noticing that he was “feeling little emotion as a result of what I had done, “some feelings of sadness for young lives cut short but not much more”. More quick paced trips followed, mostly “with children ages maybe two to eight”.
Then “a woman named Charlotte materialised in the blackness in front of me, seeming dazed and in shock. She became aware of my presence, “looking at me through glazed over eyes”. I explained I’d been sent to bring her back home, and sensed that it registered somewhere inside her from her religious upbringing that when she died someone was supposed to come for her”. More adults followed and he began to feel “a little overwhelmed by the sheer numbers encountered” but at times would come back more fully to an awareness of my noisy surroundings at Bennigan’s”. Suddenly he would “be eating my dinner and sipping my beer”.
A bit later while at the blast site, “peering into the blackness” he felt a helper approach and then suggest that he “stop making trips back and forth” and “Just get their attention and make them walk towards you” and that when he did so “helpers would step out from behind him to greet them and then transport them away.” He was “better at getting their attention than we are anyway”. Then “two more helpers appeared, looking like very bright lights, so bright as to be almost blinding”. Ana taking up positions on either side of me, together they illuminated the blackness like two huge searchlights, making it easier to find victims.”
I trust that these details show how much I was influenced early on in what I assumed was my introduction to retrieval work. Many years later I would uncover my own long history of obe travel in various past lives, each conducted to the standards and belief systems of the era, society or secret brotherhood, and come to understand why my higher self had blocked it while I relearned the art and craft in these ‘modern times’ with all their scientific materialism and scepticism. I think it was Plato who wrote that all knowledge is remembering.