Diary of an Urban Shaman

Unbelievably True Stories

Birth of a Guru

Raym’s apprentice learns a lot about judgement as a client finds his life’s purpose while looking for something else.

“Do not judge this book by its cover,” I advise my rebellious, indigenous apprentice. I can see her eyes rolling as a sleek shiny new Tesla, hums to a stop next to our studio. I find myself experiencing a rare moment of envy.

Jonathan is an affluent advertising executive. After overwork and a messy divorce took him to an emotional rock bottom, he is here to find out why it all happened, so he can be at peace.

“Wealth does not always equal corruption and desecration of the land.” I am almost speaking to myself as I gaze at his very expensive “green” car.

“In my world it does,” she grumbles. Putting on her sweet and innocent, child-of-the-bush face, she greets my client.

Surprisingly, for such a left brained person, Jonathan enters an expanded state of consciousness easily. We clear past life trauma and attachments, each taking him into a deeper understanding of his choices and experiences in this life.

I sense my apprentice is becoming bored with what to her has become a routine session. We feel close to completely clearing  Jonathan when I hear my apprentice’s thin, wavering voice…

“The sun isn’t usually this bright at this time of day. It is getting really bright and hot in here… Sorry, I just feel so… happy! I can’t say that I have ever felt like this before.”

“Observe what is happening with Jonathan in no time-space and you will understand.”

Jonathan telepaths me. My whole body is tingling, I feel very clear, expanded.

How far does your consciousness reach?

He starts crying.

It stretches forever. I am connected to everything.

How does that feel?

Indescribably beautiful. His sobs fall into a strange unison with my apprentice.

Call on the beings who love you unconditionally. Invite them to join us now.

They are telling me I am now clear and that there is someone here to meet me…

I start to feel emotional myself as a radiant being steps forward: I think I recognise him.

I recall reading a poem just before I left, about my beloved Ganges, the Himalayas and…  The youthful looking, long haired, round faced Master sounds wistful.

I am honoured.  The usually cocky executive expresses himself with true humility.

Let us walk together… The Master places his hand on Jonathan’s shoulder as they stroll through a beautiful garden, chatting.

“Pay attention,” I whisper to my apprentice.

The Master explains to Jonathan that prior to birth they made an agreement that when Jonathan reached a point of clarity and oneness in this life that they could merge, becoming one, working together for the greater good of humanity, if he chose to do so.

“Soul braiding!” My apprentice is pleased to be witnessing what was, until today, a concept.

Jonathan, if you feel ready we have work to do. The Master embraces him.

It is clear that Jonathan has a choice; to embody the Master he is aligned with and walk together – or not. He may continue as a prosperous businessman or radically change his life and take a totally different path.

We return to our current time and place. A very different Jonathan opens his eyes.

“Wow. That was a lot to take in. Does this mean I am him?”

“You will have worked together in the past. Now if you wish, you may work together again, only this time you will embody his wisdom and love. It is entirely up to you. Take your time to integrate this experience. This could mean making some big changes in your life.”

My stunned apprentice shows him to his flashy car and waves goodbye.

“I know you have seen this before; what usually happens?” Her focus has returned to learning.

“For a few it is a major shift but for many it is all too much and very little changes. Some are able to embody the love and teachings of the Master concerned in their interactions with others in their daily lives. Without anybody knowing who is involved and what is happening, that is enough.”

“What are the chances of him truly embodying this being and sharing his teachings based on unconditional love again? He looks pretty materialistic to me.”

“Many things will conspire against him; his mind, ego, family obligations, community status and the fear of being judged can all undermine his potential. However, Jonathan stands an excellent chance of becoming a great teacher and ambassador for peace. He has a clear mind and and the right kind of worldly experience to make this work. He knows his experience here was authentic. Let’s keep an eye on him, I believe he may follow through.”

“Really? Wow, a guru is born…” She looks genuinely starry eyed. 

“So what about you?” She turns, looking into my eyes.

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

Slave to love

Raym’s attractive client seems to be living the high life with plenty of lovers, but there is something missing…

Martin is a handsome young man who is confused about his relationships. Looking every inch the metrosexual he exudes a gentle charm blended with an intense physicality: he works out and he likes to show it. Describing himself as pansexual, he confides that although he enjoys the company of all sexes and “loves to love” he can never really give himself completely in a sexual relationship. He tells me he feels something is holding him back and he wants to get to the bottom of it.

“I am looking for a totally fulfilling sexual relationship but I just can’t seem to find it. I go through the physical routines to please my partners but something is missing. I love them all, I love their intelligence, their bodies, their wit and their energy but…”

Seeking answers, our shamanic journey commences. Laying in my crystal mandala Martin is surprised by how quickly we are taken to another time and place. I stand beside him in a farm field: the humid, afternoon air and the woodsmoke from cooking fires pinching our nostrils as we sense the purposeful activity around us. It is harvest time and what appear to be white snow-covered fields around us are alive with activity. 

That’s me! Martin telepaths, gazing at the muscular, good-looking man easily lifting heavy sacks of cotton onto a cart.

My word, I was strong and good-looking… His past life self exudes his same winning smile as now – this time directed at the master’s wife as she passes in a horse-drawn carriage. She smiles briefly before averting her eyes.

“Oh boy Elijah, if youse knows what’s good for yer, yer’ll stop that right now.” The man working next to Martin’s past-life self shakes his head, sweat dripping off his nose, his tight, curly black hair appearing patchy white with cotton fluff.

“I think she loves me!” Martin lets out a belly laugh which attracts the attention of the overseer, who, too far way to use it, waves his whip at them both, threatening action.

“Head down yer fool!” His companion is afraid and makes a show of working faster, smiling to himself. “She sure is a pretty one…”

“Sure is.” Elijah sighs.

Over period of months we see Elijah grow closer to the master’s wife. She is flattered by his attention and any chance she has, when her husband is away on business, she finds things to do close to Elijah. She instructs her staff to remain silent and they do so, knowing they would be punished by both her and her husband if they spoke up.

The feelings between them are mutual and genuine, they are both attractive enough to pick any lover they choose, but there is a timeless, irresistible something about forbidden love that affects them both, intensifying their stolen, passionate moments together.

Elijah is a big man and he is skilled in lovemaking, he takes her to peaks of pleasure she could never have imagined possible. In turn her sweet smelling, soft, white skin, long red hair and willowy body drive him to distraction. They make for a passionate couple and as time passes they cannot get enough of each other. Everyone on the plantation knows what is going on, except the master, who, busy making money and buying more slaves, is blissfully ignorant. His wife is smart enough to fulfil his needs in the bedroom with alacrity, so the cuckold really does suspect nothing is amiss.

The other slaves disapprove and those close to Elijah let him know, but he just laughs it off with his big broad, winning smile. He feels invincible.

I really do love her, she is so special. So… exotic.  Martin ponders his past-life’s self’s infatuation, as another winter approaches and the master’s wife falls pregnant. They have been trying for a baby for several years, so her husband is overjoyed with the possibility of a dynasty opening before him.

His wife however is afraid: there is a good chance that the baby is Elijah’s and if it is, it will be obvious and there will be no denying it. Although nagged by fear himself, Elijah moves into denial, convincing himself that because they are in love it will work out. They will escape together or, disgraced she will be sent away with the child.

It is a gothic night full of sultry spring thunderstorms, when the baby is born. It does not live long, murdered by the midwife under instructions from the master: the midwife is in turn murdered by the overseer for a botched birth. She will never share her secret.

His wife, desperate to survive, explains in terror and tears that she was raped by Elijah nine months prior but was too ashamed to speak up.

Enraged, the Master sends men to capture and punish Elijah. Although powerful he is overwhelmed: they drag him to a tree and tie him up, spreadeagled, beating him almost to death. The master looks on, not soiling his hands, enjoying his righteous revenge. But Elijah is strong, he clutches on to the thread of life within him as the beating brutes tire themselves out, pointlessly pulverising him trying to break his body and his will.

“Hand me that knife, I’ll fix him.” The master steps forward repulsed by the gory mess that is his wife’s ‘rapist’. “Grab his cock.”

An overseer does as instructed. The master reaches down and with one swift merciless move unmans Elijah, who stares defiantly at the master.

“She loved me…” Elijah whispers at the master who becomes apoplectic cutting off Elijah’s testicles as well, throwing them to the pigs.

“Leave him to die!” rage spent, the master turns his back and walks off.

But Elijah does not die; once he is left alone his people come and staunch his wounds and he does not bleed to death. Mutilated, he lives and the master, when he hears of it, decides that he will allow it. Elijah will become a living example for the others and he will torture him by working him to death. 

Elijah survives for three more years, living with the coldness of his ex-lover, the never ending taunts and brutality from the overseers and the indignity of squatting to piss. A broken man physically and emotionally, he dies vowing he will never, ever, truly love again.

Martin is in tears. I understand now what prevents me from loving, what a foolish, brave man I was.

It is time to undo the promise that you made you to yourself on your deathbed, but first you must forgive.

It takes time, but Martin forgives both his lover and her husband, then I lead him into the affirmation that will change not just this life but his soul’s journey…

“I now dissolve all promises I have made with myself not to truly fall in love. I will not be punished for loving someone with all my heart. I have learnt all I need to know about betrayal, brutalisation and being punished for loving. I do not need to repeat it. I leave these traumas in the past where they belong. I choose love, I choose freedom and I open my heart to true and passionate love. Nothing can prevent me doing this, now. So be it.”

Martin senses a profound change in all of his bodies rippling across time ands space, particularly in his heart and base chakras. 

He sighs, My heart is open and I am free.

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

A wolf in wolf’s clothing

A many layered relationship prevents Elizabeth from attracting a partner

Elizabeth is a mature, poised, witty and attractive woman who has had great difficulty attracting and keeping a male partner who truly values all she has to offer. She has come to me to find out the deeper reason behind her present situation.

My apprentice sits close to us, her curly black hair framing a mischievous grin, that makes her barefaced cheek tolerable. She will track and observe the session both in and out of an expanded state of consciousness.

The mandala of crystals around us does its work and we are soon in no time-space. We scan Elizabeth’s etheric body and it immediately becomes apparent to me where the challenge lies. I wait for her to become aware of its location.

After releasing traumatic past life deaths and the minor attachments that go with them, she becomes aware of a major blockage in her heart. It has been there for a very long time.

Oh, that is not nice. Even when telepathing her enunciation is perfect. There is something hidden in my heart!

I observe as it presents itself as every fear based trigger that could induce fear in her. A personalised invitation to collapse into panic and helplessness, thus slipping further under its control. It appears a mixture of hybrid scary things in an attempt to frighten her, with little effect. Finally it reveals itself as a tall sinister man in a dark cape.

“A shape-shifter!” my apprentice’s excitement is uncontainable.

I see these images when I am trying to sleep, they keep me awake. Horrible. Elizabeth telepaths.

Don’t be afraid.

I am OK, I remember your advice to stay calm – but this is not pleasant.

Tell him you love him and you can help him.

But…

Try it.

She does so and this calms things down a bit.

He can only be here with your consent. Ask him to show you the moment you gave him permission to be here…

At this point things get really interesting. We travel into a distant past. She sees herself as a wealthy, refined and well educated woman with time on her hands. Her husband is a man of striking good looks and charm, and they are deeply in love. Bored, they decide together to embark on a deep study of the occult. They become aware of the power of magic and their ability to harness it.

It looks like I may have abused my power. Elizabeth is mortified and stunned at both the clarity of the recall and the implications of her actions.

We witness playfulness turning into the serious manipulation of innocents as they both flex their magical muscles. Then Elizabeth comes to her senses and decides she will work only for the greater good. Her partner chooses the opposite path and their relationship quickly disintegrates.

Separation is painful, neither understanding the choice of the other. Elizabeth dies an honoured member of her community, to reincarnate many times, with a clear focus on service to humanity.

Her partner, feeling betrayed and abandoned, dies alone and angry, locked into despair. Fearing punishment for his actions, he remains Earthbound, refusing to return home to light. 

Elizabeth realises that he can be with her now as she has never dissolved the agreements she freely entered into with him, when they were alive. He has her ongoing permission to stay with her, indefinitely. In every subsequent incarnation, he has found her and attached himself to her, his jealousy and possessiveness creating a barrier to deep intimacy with every possible partner in all of her lives since then.

Rising above her initial revulsion, Elizabeth feels compassion for this sad man who she once loved so deeply. Releasing him from all contracts and agreements, it takes a great deal of persuasion for him to truly understand that he can find peace, without fear of retribution.

Elizabeth is very emotional as we call on the beings who love him unconditionally, they include his mother and ancestors. Just as he is finally ready to leave, Elizabeth notices something else holding him back.

Oh my, she telepaths, are you seeing what I am? He has something attached to him!

“An entity feeding of another entity. Wow!” my apprentice mutters to herself.

“He is ready to leave and when he does Elisabeth’s life will change forever. It is time for you to put what I have been teaching you into practice. You can deal with this situation and finish the session.” I hand over to my apprentice.

“Elizabeth, my apprentice will help you with this, it won’t take long. You are about to become totally free…

“I will be making a cup of tea, let me know when you have finished.” 

I open my eyes and sit up observing my normally relaxed apprentice with a look of total concentration on her young face.

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