Dave uncovers a shocking trauma from a paralel reality

This other worldly space we are in is so real we could almost be there; our consciousness is, but our bodies are not. I am with my client Dave and we are in a disco. It is a hot, steamy, tropical setting and everyone is partying hard. It is one of those places that cater for your overseas Aussie tourist who just likes to drink, pick up a partner and dance the night away. 

It has a vaguely seedy feel, but everyone seems to be happily inebriated so it doesn’t really matter to them. Apart from sweat, cheap perfume and beer, I can smell the all pervading underlying odour of two stroke, kero and clove cigarettes. I notice the locals observing the scene, some involved with the party, some tolerant, others less so.

We are in the middle of our shamanic journey together. We have travelled across time and space to this location spontaneously. The thing is, we don’t seem to have travelled very far at all.

Dave, does this place feel familiar? I telepath. 

He is relaxed, I have already told him that as time travellers we will be invisible to the locals.

No mate. I can guess where we are, but I’ve never been here. He is soaking up the atmosphere like he is on a fairground ride.

Oh I inadvertently respond, Right. Are you drawn to anyone in particular? I am fishing.

I feel a pending dread deep in my gut. Part of me senses what may be about to happen but it does not make sense. I am perplexed because what I fear should just not be possible.

That girl over there, she could be my sister, if I had one.

OK. Go ever and step into her body and tell me how it feels. 

He steps into the body of a young, attractive but rather shy girl, out for the night with her friends.

Weird man! Like soft and sensitive, she’s got no muscles. What’s going on inside of her? So emotional. She feels vulnerable, She’s thinking about how she looks and what people think of her. I want to look after her. Is she, like, my sister or something?

Sort of. I respond; I am still figuring this one out.

Normally when we travel through time and space there is a good and obvious reason. We do not just arrive on the other side of the world to participate in a drunken party. Usually we find ourselves in a past life, or even on another planet, but this is a new one. We are obviously on Earth in the recent past, within Dave’s lifetime but he has never been here and he is not a girl. Something is wrong.

While my client gets up close and personal with his new found girly-ness. I survey the nightclub. Really we could be in any one of hundreds of cheap bars or nightclubs anywhere in the East, I start to relax a little. We could even be in a parallel reality. It is confusing for clients but occasionally this trans-reality trip can happen. But no, Dave would still be here, much as he is now, he would not be experiencing life as a young woman.

What concerns me is that without fail with this type of regression (or whatever we are experiencing) it is trauma that shows up first. Usually I have a handle on it, today I don’t – another reason why I am feeling apprehensive. 

The drunken Aussie boofhead next to me lifts his overflowing beer from the bar and his mates laugh raucously as he raises it to his lips. The cardboard coaster has stuck to the bottom of the glass and he looks an idiot as he slurps the clear, icy liquid. Playing to the gallery he allows the frothy lager to spill all over his shirt as he knocks it back with gusto. He is choking with laughter and having a fine old time, as the coaster catches the light, I catch my breath. The name of the club is familiar. It is time for us to get out. Now.

Dave its time to step out of her body now. You have experienced enough. We need to move on. 

Aw mate! I was just gettin…

His sentence is cut short as the room fills with swirling fireball; beautiful in its own perverse way, it takes on a life of its own and becomes, for a moment, the fiery aspect of Shiva. It is a terrible scene to be in, and I am just a silent witness, Dave is experiencing it as if he was there in person.

He is about to be consumed by the wall of fire racing across the room. He starts sobbing as he realises what is happening to him/her. He experiences fear, anger, extreme physical pain but above all else acute emotional anguish as he comprehends exactly what he is experiencing. 

Why me? How could anyone do this to me? I have never hurt anyone, what did I do to deserve this? I am not ready to die here, so far from home!

My worst fears for him are realised. We are in the Sari club in Bali, on October 12, 2002 and I have to get him out before he is scarred for life. This life…

Dave is a new student, a big bull of a guy with a square jaw, big chest and a soft heart. He is a good old fashioned Aussie bloke. He has his mates, he likes a beer, he loves his motorbike and a good laugh. He wasn’t taking life too seriously until he was diagnosed with cancer a few years back. Then everything changed.

Having seen his mum go down a rocky, painful and unsuccessful road with chemotherapy, he wasn’t too keen on the conventional treatments, so he sought alternatives and found me.

I am always very clear with people who are desperate or have a life threatening health condition. All I can promise is that I will do my best. My aim is to help them get to the root cause of the life threatening condition and understand why it is happening and the choices that led to it.

I would be a fool and a charlatan to promise anything more; I am not in the business of giving people false hope. What I never tell them is that when we do find the original trauma, which is often emotional and not in this lifetime, then we may be able to change things; although sometimes the reasons for a life threatening illness may be deep seated and unchangeable, relating to karma or pre-birth agreements.

Dave had been through this process and he was getting better. Many other people could be doing the same thing but they do not realise that it is possible. The challenge with our present culture is that our medical system just does not recognise this avenue as even a remote possibility. 

A person may present to their doctor with repeated physical trauma in the same part of their body, a classic case, from my perspective, of a deeper challenge calling out to be released. It is not too hard to release it with appropriate guidance. Once the original trauma is released the body no longer holds it and therefore it has no need to repeat itself. As a consequence the illness or life threatening disease to which it was connected, also permanently disappears.

In another culture and another time, the shaman would be the first port of call for a sick person. A shamanic journey would be one of the tools used to diagnose, locate and release the cause of the health challenge.

Dave’s illness related to a past life incident where a close friend’s betrayal led directly to Dave’s torture and death. It is not possible to change his experience, but it is possible to change how he feels about it. In one session we were able to remove this past emotional pain and naturally the present illness went with it. 

Now in his follow up session, which I thought would be a breeze, we spontaneously find ourselves in Bali experiencing an illogical and painful death in a terrorist attack, not quite the calm session I was expecting. There is obviously another trauma to be dealt with before he can relax and I need to get Dave out of the girl’s body before he experiences much more of her pain…

Dave step out of her body now, you don’t need to experience any more of this pain. 

No response from Dave who is totally there, in agony, in Bali.

Dave now, mate. Step out of her body. Now!

He hears me, realises he can, then steps out of her body and stands next to the dying girl looking down at her. She cannot see him.

Oh mate that was intense. What’s going on. Why am I here? He is dazed.

I wish I knew. Keeping that thought to myself I take Dave into no time-space and call on the spirit of the girl from Bali.

She arrives looking fresh and well and I get straight to the point.

Why did you call Dave to the Sari club to experience your death in Bali? What is your relationship?

We are members of the same soul family. Dave and I have agreed on the highest level that he can release the trauma on my behalf during this session. If he agrees to do so now.

So are we, like brother and sister? Dave cuts in.

We are much more than that. On the deepest level Dave, you and I are one. We are part of the same consciousness, having simultaneous incarnations.

Of course. Why didn’t I get that? I think to myself. I teach it often enough. I have just never seen a trauma release played out so immediately before.

What, you mean there are more of me running around?

Yes, we are presently also a little boy in Africa and an old woman in Greece. She responds.

Are you cool with releasing the trauma for her and for yourself?


I take them both through the release process and we part company; the young woman and Dave embrace and she thanks him. She explains that in any future incarnation they will not need to deal with her experience in Bali and the physical illnesses that would come with it.

When Dave returns to his body he sobbing, Bryony comforts him and we debrief. In due course he is escorted out and Bryony returns.

“That was pretty special,” Bryony observes, with just a hint of irony.

“That was a classic case of multiple, simultaneous incarnation and trauma release, which I was planning to discuss with you after this session.” 

I catch Bryony’s sharp, dark, hawk-like eyes and they sparkle as she smiles at me, knowing that was not my plan at all.

All stories are © 2019 Raym Richards and are extracted from his book “Sprit World. A diary of an Urban Shaman” available through iBooks and Amazon or directly from Crystal Dreaming