The next teacher to appear was James Braddock – a quiet soul sitting at a booth across from Jessica’s at the Alternatives In Healing conference in 1993. When he started to drum, I knew he was the one who would teach me how to ‘dream’ in a sacred way. Long grey hair, piercingly clear eyes, and a spry nature… not to mention his incredible energy… He was everything I expected a shaman to be.
Late one day when the halls were empty, he went into an altered state and played the digeridoo around me. I slipped into the other worlds too and felt nvisible hands removing old, dense layers energy. He said it was the first time anyone had ever gone into the ‘dream’ with him. I felt washed clean.
James taught me the basic tenets of shamanic journeying and helped me understand my visionary initiations into the shamanic realms. He not only opened the doorway to other realms; he taught me how to open it for myself. Soon after I was offered another opportunity to study shamanic journeying. The entire natural universe began to speak to me once again. I’ve written about these experiences in my book, Whispers of the Spirit.
In 1997 when he invited me to join a group he was taking on a mystical adventure to Peru. In this ancient land I had even more other-dimensional experiences, channeled for the first time, and came to understand the nature of reality even more deeply. James is a spiritual grandfather – a soul whose infrequent presence was, nonetheless, deeply impactful.