URB AN SHAMAN


CONTACT by Raym Richards


Travelling to the near future with a client who has organised a sacred ceremony, Raym discovers that some ceremonies can call in more than she bargained for.


unpleasant and disturbing. The light in the centre of the circle becomes distorted as if a source of great heat was bending the view from the other side. Things become noticeably darker and vaguer. Some people slip into fear, forgetting their focus from the entire weekend. Holding their ears, they back away and the circle disintegrates. Whatever is arriving feels much bigger


and more powerful than anticipated and its presence is pushing people outwards into nearby shrubs and trees. Look, you are here too! She points at an older, larger me who is


walking around trying to calm people down, without a great deal of success. As the vibration gets more intense, people scatter, acting from some base survival instinct. Jess and I seem calm and we move


further away to observe. The air settles and light returns to normal,


I AM TRAVELLING through time and space with my client Jess, who is observing her near future self and is intrigued. We are here because she has requested guidance about career choices she is making now. I look so much more confident, she


telepaths. Fuller figure too. I think I like future myself. It looks like I am organising some special event, a retreat in a beautiful bush setting, lovely. We follow her future self around. She and


the other future people are oblivious to our inter-dimensional presence. This is so weird. No one can see us, not


even me, but I know I am here, right? You will remember this moment.


Fortunately we cannot affect the outcome from here, only observe. “Welcome to the club”, my apprentice chips in. Her brief is to take notes, learn


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and not get involved. She does all three, occasionally. There is excitement and anticipation


in the air. The feeling is celebratory but it is tinged with apprehension. We witness workshops that are based on grounding unconditional love. It is beautiful and moving to see people sharing with such open hearts. Things are building towards a ceremony


of some sort. My guess is that the usual Earth honouring will take place around an equinox or solstice, but I am wrong. By late afternoon people are gathering


outdoors leaving a large open space in the centre of their sacred circle. They hold hands, they sit, they chant and they wait. The air begins to throb with a deep resonant vibration. It is otherworldly,


but things are different. The light over a large part of the central space is distorted and there is an almost imperceptible low, throbbing hum in the air, the kind of subtle background noise you only really notice when it stops. From our present time vantage point


we perceive beings exiting the cloaked craft that has materialised in a dimension close to ours. Our future selves sense their presence. “They can tune into us. They know we are


opting out of a fear-based reality. We called them here. Let’s walk back to my cabin holding hands. It has a clear line of site to the landing zone.” I reach for Jess’ hand. She trusts my intuition and walks away


with me. We stand in the doorway facing each other but also turned slightly towards the landing zone. “Now express your deep


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