METEPHY S ICS
The awful answer
Raym’s client searches for the cause of her deep and irrational despair and opens a window through time into a surprising reality.
by Raym Richards
I
am walking next to my client Sharon on her way to work. It is a bright and sparkly blue-sky morning and
it feels like spring, although the leaves on the few trees around us appear to have a golden tinge. It has been raining overnight and the city feels fresh, washed clean. Everything seems perfect and Sharon
is happy. We are in a big and busy city, the cars drive on the right and people are well dressed. Apart from the odd beggar it feels like an affluent, clean place. She is walking to work in one of the many office buildings around us. Why am I here? This does not make
any sense; it all feels too modern to be a past life. I feel like I am making this up…Sharon telepaths, resisting her experience. Please let's just allow things to unfold.
I sense Sharon’s frustration. This is new for her and she is expecting to experience some kind of past life recall. There are many contradictions in her journey so far, which I too am expecting to be a release of past life trauma. But it is playing out as something else, something quite extraordinary. The whole experience has a bright, slightly distorted hallucinogenic feel. I follow Sharon through what appears
to be a fairly routine and mundane start to her day at work. She greets her co-workers as she enters the lobby of the tall building with its curved balcony and tall, elegant, almost Islamic windows. Heading towards the elevator,
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I start to really pay attention to her surroundings, which are both out of time and yet strangely familiar. Through the windows I notice a type
of car that I recognise and tuning into her surroundings I hear people speaking an accented, vernacular English, but the soundscape is not clear. She appears to be close to our present time but the computer screens and mobile phones look too chunky – almost steampunk by today’s standards. People’s clothes and hairstyles are slightly off. Could we be in a parallel reality? The awful answer to my question
will become apparent in the next few minutes… Sharon has come to see me about the
irrational despair she has experienced for the last 15 or so years, as she cannot quite place when it started. Her depression has not responded to any other form of treatment and there appears to be nothing in her present life that triggered it. In desperation she has come to see me to experience a shamanic journey to seek the truth of what triggered her despair, which I expect to find in another time and place. In our interview prior to the session
she expressed what appeared to be a genuine open mindedness in seeking the truth of the cause of her depression, but things are not going as she expected. She seems to be experiencing a very genuine ‘recall’ of a past life that cannot possibly be true. It is happening too close to this time for her to be there as
a grown woman. Her inability to deal with the lack of logical explanation is preventing her from experiencing all her journey has to offer. Please just see this through.
Experience what your body is showing us. The answer is here. I know it is. Okay. I am here - so I may as well.
She sighs and as she surrenders to the process we continue to experience her life as this happy but ordinary woman at the start of her day with much greater clarity. We witness her take her place at
her cubicle, high up in the tower that overlooks the water and the sprawling city beneath her. An early starter, she is the first to her desk. Colleagues arrive and she is settling into her day, when her routine is shattered. We hear a loud explosion outside and
the few colleges who are on her floor start pointing behind her and rushing to that side of the building. She turns to see a similar tower close to hers on fire. Nobody knows what is happening and she looks for her supervisor. Then, all the phones start ringing at once. She looks out at the unbelievable
scene unfolding below her. “I saw it. A plane hit it – what a
terrible accident. Poor souls.” Her colleague tears up looking at people leaping to their death to avoid the flames engulfing the higher levels of tall tower next to hers. Her supervisor tells everyone to stay put but then shortly afterwards the PA
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