On September 25, 2019 I had an amazing experience involving a recent very sad news story, a soul retrieval and my iPhone6. I attended a meeting of TMI (The Monroe Institute) in NYC hosted by E.B. on the Bowery in Manhattan. E.B., a gracious host has taken over the group from A.M. (also very gracious) who moved out of town over a year ago. I’m using initials here to ensure the privacy of the participants.
The subject for the evening was lucid dreaming. Five people were in attendance, E.B., R.O. (long time friend), J.F. (never met before), R.S. (recent acquaintance) and me. We gathered in the living room area. E.B.’s place has an almost eerie resemblance in some aspects to the former host’s apartment. After greeting everyone and discussing what we would be doing, we then moved onto cork mats on the floor in another room where we donned headphones, laid down, got comfortable and listened to a Hemi-Sync exercise meant to promote lucid dreaming.
The funny thing about doing some of these Hemi-Sync exercises is that one can be conscious in an altered state and hear yourself snoring. Somewhere a few minutes into the exercise I discovered that my personal lucid dreaming guide was to be a tall blonde showgirl, which I found absurdly amusing. I followed the directions on the audio and subsequently slipped further into a dream state.
After the audio concluded we gathered again in the living room area to discuss our inner experiences with the audio. To my surprise, after mentioning the description of my dream guide, our host told us that a friend was staying with her for a few days that was a tall blonde knockout. She wondered if perhaps I’d picked up her energy. We went around the room with each participant speaking about their experience. Suddenly I recalled a “dream” I’d had during the aforementioned exercise.
One of the Monroe Institute methods, and something Robert Monroe, the eponymous founder, engaged in, are “retrievals”. Briefly, a retrieval involves guiding the soul(s) of the deceased to the “Light” and off Earth plane where they may be stuck. I have done numerous retrievals with TMI groups both at the actual Institute and at meetings at A.M.’s apartment and at the request of friends and clients. These retrievals are somewhat like shamanic soul retrievals done by other groups as well. Being a very pragmatic individual, I have often wondered if I were making these scenarios up. The retrievals could be done for groups of deceased, as in a plane crash, or for individuals.
In this case, our meditation objective had nothing to do with retrievals, but rather lucid dreaming. I related my experience to the group. Several days ago I had seen the headline of an news article, a man drowned in Tanzania whilst proposing to his girlfriend. I saw only the headline and didn’t read the news article but for some reason thought he was from Australia. He was not. I did not give it another thought.
In my lucid dream experience, I found a man submerged underwater. His body was quite thin, white and clammy. The experience was very palpable. I lifted him up and propelled him higher. Water was dripping off him. He wanted to go back and marry his girlfriend. He seemed to know he had come to an unfortunate end but hadn’t really accepted it. I explained to him that he would see her again shortly. He was worried that it meant she would die soon. I told him that I didn’t know but that it was not necessarily the case because time was different on the “other side”. I was joined by other beings who were escorts or helpers and that some folks call angels. We travelled upwards through mists. I perceived an old thin lady with longish sandy hair that seemed as though it may have had a permanent wave. She reached out to him and he clearly recognized her so I released him to her. The word I got in my mind was “grandmother”.
I then proceeded to tell the group that I was always a little doubtful about my retrievals, but that this had happened during a possibly lucid dream and I had no desire to do a retrieval prior to having had the experience. At that moment, my iPhone, which was in my zippered up handbag next to me on the couch, shut down in the sleep mode with the ringing and alerts off for the exercise and meeting, burst forth with Siri saying “I didn’t quite understand what you said.” Mouth open and baffled I took the phone out of my handbag and the screen which was connected to Siri simply said “the grandmother”. I showed it to the assembled group. I do not have an explanation for how that happened. I think everyone in the room was stunned. Sadly I did not have the presence of mind to snap a screen shot and would have had to figure out how to do that.
R.O. and I interpreted it later as a confirmation that I had actually done the retrieval. In checking the actual news story today I discovered that the deceased man was in fact quite thin and white, but hailed from Baton Rouge, Louisiana where I had once lived for a year. In addition I have visited Tanzania and was once left behind in the open ocean while on a dolphin swimming expedition in the area of the Bermuda triangle near the Bahamas. So there are three points of contact.
For the record, I am not advertising doing retrievals and I know nothing more about this case, so please do not assume that. This post is solely for the purpose of documenting this amazing experience. I also want to express my condolences to the victim’s family and friends.