WAS THE FOOTBALLER A SPACE CADET? by Raym Richards
I AM LYING next to a big man in my crystal mandala, with my feet pressed up against the door of my session room. We move into no-time-space and I wait for Johno’s higher-self to take us where we need to go. As we begin our journey I notice an irregularity with his light-body – his energy field is not quite as it should be, although it has nothing to do with his reason for seeing me. I hope we will have time to deal with it later. Right now it is appropriate that I just allow what needs to unfold to happen. We find ourselves in a mediaeval
town square. It’s been raining and, rather than smelling fresh and clean, this place smells rank. There are piles of putrefying rubbish around – this is not a place that is looked after or cared for by anyone. There is a feeling of despair here. There’s a small crowd of rough-looking, pungent-smelling misfits waiting for something to happen. We see a wooden cart approach with a
half-starved, filthy man chained to it. I try not to lead Johno in his understanding of what is happening and how this relates to him.
Johno.
Do you recognise anyone here?, I telepath What? I can see he is having a little
difficulty comprehending that we are in another time and place witnessing something relevant to him. Feel into the energy of the people here, does
anyone feel familiar. The bloke on the cart – that’s me! You are right, go over and step into his body
and tell me how he’s feeling. Well he feels like a skinny little bloke, not
very strong. No. How is he feeling emotionally, tell me
what he is feeling now. Oh. Well he’s not frightened. He’s angry –
and he’s really sad. The grubby, weary petty officials
waiting near the rickety wooden structure in the centre of the square unchain the man on the cart and lead him up the rotting steps onto the platform where his fate awaits him. As they put the thick, rough rope
around his neck he scans the crowd and sees what he has been hoping both to see and not to see. There at the back of the crowd are his
wife and child. They look totally destitute and utterly despairing. His eyes meet theirs and he starts sobbing. What is he feeling now? I ask Johno is sobbing. He feels like shit. He
feels like he is abandoning his wife and child. All he did was steal one loaf of bread to feed them and now he’s getting hung for it. I watch as with little ceremony they place the noose around his neck, read out
I call on his wife and child from that
time and suggest he begs their forgiveness, which is given freely and accepted emotionally. I also advise him to forgive himself, which he does. He sees the energy he was holding in his neck evaporate as he accepts their unconditional love. As he says goodbye to his loved ones, he moves his neck freely. He has cheered up. Brilliant. Are we
done? Not quite. I think there is something else, if
you don’t mind? In for a penny...
advantage of our position in no-time-space to carry out further healing. Johno, please say out loud after me, “Body
I command you take me to the moment my light- body was traumatised.” Not really fully grasping its
implications he repeats the affirmation and we find ourselves in the middle of a pitched battle in outer space. Johno has the hang of it now. That’s me,
the bloke in that jet thing. He has already stepped into the pilot’s
body. Cool! This bloke, me, I am highly skilled, I
his name and offence, and open the trapdoor beneath him. The sound of his neck cracking echoes across the square as his wife covers their son’s eyes. I catch Johno as he leaves his body and
we move into no-time-space. My neck! Lack of mobility in his neck
was is his reason for seeing me. What are you holding there? Despair, anger, a feeling of utter
helplessness. He starts crying. I let them down! They will die without me. I left them. I did not mean to. Do you see how this relates to your neck
challenge, now? Yes. Would you like to release it? Too bloody right.
When Johno first entered my shop it
was like a shadow had passed over the sun – he blocked out that much light. My petite assistant Bryony had an irrational fit of the giggles when she set eyes on him. He is just unbelievably large, solid and muscular. He is a regional football player who stands an excellent chance of being selected to play for his country, but the lack of mobility in his neck was proving a handicap. He had tried everything to fix it – physio, massage, heat treatment, even electronic devices. None of them had worked permanently; some had brought only temporary relief at best. He has just released the primary
emotional cause of his neck mobility challenge, which has come as a total surprise to him, but there is more. I decide to take
am flying this thing by thought! How does he f... He is happy to be here in service to the light
on this mission. He is beyond fear. He has been trained for this and he is good at it. Alarms are going off in my head. I need to evade... Behind him I see the enormous
black hole that is the enemy mothership. Utterly void, the lack of stars are what defines its presence. It is totally featureless, approaching fast and very, very big. The opposing forces in the skirmish
disappear. He and his companions are alone in space in their tiny craft. They form a holding pattern and wait for orders which they will never hear. The mothership belches a cloud of
nothingness towards them. It destroys their craft and the brave beings inside in a nanosecond, in a way that is beyond comprehension. The physicality of their beings ceases to
exist but their deaths are not the end of it. Their very essence, their souls, their light- bodies, are deliberately fragmented into millions of pieces and scattered throughout the Universe. Very nasty. I am so utterly fascinated by this
unfolding drama I almost forget to call Johno out of his traumatised and rapidly dispersing light-body. Oooh. Not good. It is okay Johno. You got fixed, but let’s look
at how. Give yourself permission to remember. We witness the endless separation of
his being into minute particles, absorbed by a vastness that is beyond comprehension. A long time passes; then we see other light beings of many types gathering his soul together – volunteers, carrying out soul retrieval on a cosmic scale. We call on them and thank them. They
are happy to see he has reincarnated on Earth and advise it will take time for his being to become completely whole again but he is doing well. We return to our present time and space
and I debrief him. He sits up and moves his head, neck
and shoulders freely. “Mate, that was sensational! It’s fixed.” “So you will be referring your team
mates then?” I give him a cheeky grin. “I doubt it. Too weird.” He rolls his eyes
in disbelief of his own recent experience. I escort him downstairs, accept payment
and advise him not to drive. As he leaves, Bryony comments quietly
on the totally spaced out look on his face. He turns around at the door. “Hey, I heard that. I’m no space cadet.
I graduated!” He chuckles to himself as he leaves, shaking his head.
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