 Raym Richards teaches his Crystal Dreaming technique to practitioners worldwide. His stories are loosely based on real life experiences over a 15-year period.
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Monday, 01 March 2010 00:00 |
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By Raym Richards
I am in no-time-space with my client and I am trying hard not to confront an already angry and abusive earthbound spirit that has attached itself to her. Cursing me in Afrikaans he reaches through my protective energy shield and starts to throttle me. This should not be possible, but it seems to be happening and it really hurts.
I can feel his hands clamped around my throat. This is turning into the most visceral other-worldly experience I have ever had. Choking, I telepath
I am not a threat to you. What are you so angry about?
I cop another outpouring of abuse. I need to stay cool, but I am beginning to feel light headed. I feel tapping on my shoulder, I look to my left but there is no-one next to me. Now I am really confused, the other earthbound spirits are still attached to my client. What is happening to me?
Then I get it, my assistant is trying to bring me back into the physical; so I quickly return to full consciousness. When I open my eyes I realise that my client, a tiny woman, has lifted up my muscular body and has me pinned against the wall. Her face is right next to mine, her eyes are wide open but her eyeballs are rolled back – so I am staring straight into the whites of her eyes as she rants on at me in a deep male voice.
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Diary of an urban shaman. Virgin sacrifice |
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Friday, 01 January 2010 00:00 |
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Raym Richards
The thing about time travel is the intensity of new smells – sometimes their strangeness can be overwhelming: earth mixed with animal dung from now extinct species, rich cooking aromas filled with forgotten herbs and spices, wood smoke from trees that no longer exist and the ever-present tang of sweat from a native people whose diet is vastly different from our own.
All of this immediately creates a very tangible atmosphere, a far cry from the session room in the busy city, where my body now lies.
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Tuesday, 01 December 2009 00:00 |
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Raym Richards
I am in a dark and hot place and it does not feel pleasant. I know my body will have a thin film of perspiration all over it, particularly around the neck. The thing is, I have left my body a long way away, in a place we usually believe is our primary reality. Today things are different.
It takes me a few moments to acclimatise. It’s stinking hot. I could be close to a bushfire or a furnace. The ground around me is rough and dry, a dusty, rocky, level surface. Next to me I can see my client. If I am feeling warm and apprehensive, she must be feeling hot and terrified.
In front of us is a huge dark form, hard to make out at first, but definitely not friendly, definitely not human and definitely not alone. Things are not looking good and we are just at the start of our journey together.
Hoping that she won’t collapse into utter, unmanageable fear and total vulnerability, I wait patiently for her to notice that I am standing right next to her. I hope she won’t start screaming. We have had enough complaints from the neighbours back on Earth, and my shop lease is up for renewal.
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