• Life Reading Seminar with
Rago Dahlsen

“The space I have found in me this week feels clear and pure.
It feels like the energy of “no mind” and yet something speaks.
The voice of existence comes through me towards the one who is ready to hear it.
I now am ready to be the voice of consciousness that speaks the truth of our souls journey and awakens many in a pure and simple way.
So beautiful this gift of sharing truth and love in psychic readings.
We all want the truth of our being to shine through in light and love, in ways that open us to god within ourselves”
in love,

Mackayla Chalmers

• Massage Training Testimonials

Lisa Brown from Sydney Australia says:
“When I started the course with John and Rago, I was quite stressed from my work and when I received my first massage I was constantly tensing up. I was also very nervous with practicing for 2 days. But because the teaching was so good and the atmosphere so relaxed, the stress in my mind disappeared, my body relaxed and practicing became fun and a real education, and now I feel confident and I love giving and receiving massage. Thank you so much John and Rago”.

Allison Diamond from Byron Bay had this to say after completing the course:
“I work in an office for long hours, and because of that I get very little exercise.
I felt I needed to do something to become aware of my body again, and so I thought 5 days of massage should be good for me. It was not just good it was great. This course was a real breakthrough for me on all levels. I actually am quite good at giving massages and I love receiving them. The other participants have become my friends. John and Rago, you are the best teachers I could have wished for.

Peter Smith from Melbourne said:
The massage course was a birthday present from my wife. She thought it would be good for me. She also wanted me to be able to give her massages. She was right. It was very good for me and she says I’m a great masseur. So I’m certainly going to do part 2 as I can see a future for myself as a massage therapist. John and Rago, you can sign me up already. I’ll be there! With love, Peter.

Psychic Development:

My story: Rago

Both my father and mother came from hard-working business families.
In my mothers family the business was terminated when my grandfather suddenly became blind. Whatever suffering this caused to the family with four growing children, for me later on, as a grandchild it was a pure gift.

After he was left in his own world without sight, my grandfather turned out to be very psychic and I spend many hours sitting with him and being in awe about the abilities of this man. Not only did he have a photographic memory, which allowed him to remember any thing anyone ever told him, he also had this memory with numbers.

As a child I would mention any number of six, seven or even nine digits long and tell him to multiply this with an equally long different number and in less than the time it took me to put these numbers in my calculator, he would come up with the answer. He was always right.

In later days, when I came back from my foreign travels he would want to know everything I had seen, especially of the holy land, Israel. So I sat with him and told him in details how everything looked and smelled. If, years later I again would mention something about my experiences there, he would always correct me and say:”no it was not like that, it was like…” and he would remind me of how it had been. Upon which I always had to admit that he was right. I had forgotten already, but he who had never been there, had remembered and always would remember

.An other genius thing he did was make knots of robe thick as a head of a grown man. If you ever see those huge knots in the robes these mammoth ships are tied to the shore with, you might want to try to imagine that my blind grandfather made those knots with his own hands and only a tiny little tool to get underneath the layers of robe on the top. It was ingenious what he could do!

But the best thing he did was every day after he and my grand mother had had their warm meal of the day and they were sitting down in the lazy chairs for their afternoon rest, he would take my grand mothers leg and start rubbing her painful knees and feet. I as a small child would love to sit next to these two lovely people and experience true healing. I could feel it in the whole room, the healing effect this man had coming from his hands.

So I was very blessed with my grandfather being blind. His special gifts might not have been so obvious if he had remained a well seeing business man. He might just have made a lot of money instead.

Which brings me to my father, who did just that. My father also was a very good business man and he did make a lot of money. He worked so hard, sometimes day and nights, just as if he knew that his time here on earth was going to be very short. He had three young children and even though he spent very little time hanging out with us kids, he certainly had a sense of taking care of us. So much so that I will forever remain incredibly grateful to this man, who I have known less long while he was alive, than since he has been dead.

He suddenly died when he was thirty six. Thromboses, they said it was. I was fifteen years old and had a younger brother and a still younger sister and a mother who totally fell apart. He and she were soul-mates and had always worked together and suddenly he was gone. She had a very hard time of getting over it and amongst us kids we know that she actually never did get over it. She continued her life, but something in her died and went with him.

I initially did everything possible for a fifteen year old kid to take care of my distraught mum and only when she started connecting with an other man, I could focus on myself and realized that I was pissed off. I was so very pissed off. At my dad for suddenly dying. At the society which wants everyone to work so bloody hard in order to survive and have a “good life”.

So I left . I left the stupid international secretary school I was studying in. I left home. I left my country and most of all I left society. I ended up in Israel in a kibbutz and discovered the peace nature gives. Which was just what I needed.
But I needed more. I felt so disillusioned after my fathers life seemed so shortened for nothing, that it was impossible for me to still want to try to fit into this society.

In the meantime, my anger at my dad had been raged out on my long walks along the beach shorefront. My ranting and ravings at my dad for being such an idiot to have worked so hard, just to then have to leave us so bloody early. “Why did you not just do what you wanted to do instead of all this stupid working?” I would scream at him. Of-course only to conclude that he had learned to do this from his parents and that he needed to financially take care of his wife and children.

Which was not the same for me! Because of him! Because of him having done all this work, I now could do what I wanted. When I was Eighteen I received the money my dad had left for me. My mother said I should buy a house for it. But I knew better. A house would be somewhere in this society and I wanted to find who I really was other than the by-product of this society.

But how and where?

So I kept working and kept quitting. Till one day I came home after having worked abroad and suddenly all my friends, my fellow rebels against society, had started doing this thing called “meditation”. Which on top of it, had to be done in the nude. It took me a while of being pissed off at that, but somehow I ended up going anyway and that is where I found what I had been looking for.
In that first meditation, I knew; “this is what I want and this is what I want every moment of my life”.

Now here is where the difference between how my dad lived and how I lived, became clear...I was young and unattached, had one mother in despair and one father in heaven and a lot of money in the bank.

So I could go and find that person who had put this meditation together, in that land where since centuries everyone meditated daily. So I could learn more about meditation and about being what I sensed, “I really was”.

And so I left for India and spent many years in a spiritual community, an ashram, around a living master who taught meditation and many other spiritual skills. This is where I learned much of what I know.

Even-though it actually felt more that I “remembered” everything I already knew somewhere deep inside of me, but which I had forgotten because of the indoctrination I had gone through in the family and the society in which I was born.
The more I was throwing the shackles of indoctrination away from me, the more I discovered all these gifts and inner knowing that were just there.

Obviously , the same happened for my grand dad, who was forced to be an outsider of society and through that found (again) all those hidden gifts inside of himself.

If we had a society in which people lived more natural, everyone would remember these gifts all through their lives. But we live unnatural and so we forget what is natural.

The biggest gift I found was being able to relate to my dead dad continuously. In my expanded state I was able to communicate with him and to continue our relating but obviously on a very different level. A level he needed to be out-of-the-body for in order to be there. It was so very very sweet to hear him saying again and again, how he was so proud of me, that I was busy with all these spiritual things, about which he had no clue that any of this was existing when he was alive!

He gave me the gift of needing to look for something else other than working hard and making lots of money and then to die. And he gave me the gift to be able to afford to look for that “something else”. And he gave me the gift to still be my dad even-though he was in the other sphere now.

Through my love for my dad I learned being able to communicate with the higher realms. From my spiritual master I learned how to relax to such an extend that it became possible to be in that expanded space. That needs love and trust. I loved my dad and I trusted my master.

After my master died I knew that with his support all around me, now that he was not limited to a physical body anymore, but instead part of the whole universe again, I could live everywhere, even in the western society. I still choose a very peaceful society and choose to do all the things I had learned In India, but never the less I was living in the west again and even making money and paying tax, like a normal person!

This was the time that I took an other step in the ever ongoing inner growth process. I was participating in an amazing inner growth process, in which the leader at some stage mentioned the word “God”. This set off such an avalanche of outrage coming out of me, of which I had been completely oblivious. I had been so pissed off at my dad for dying, at my mum for breaking down, at society for causing all of this, but some how not at God.

Until my father died I was very strongly believing in God. In fact even though my father died suddenly, still the night before, I had a vision of God sitting on his throne in heaven with his two angels on either side who held something in their hands and I knew it was my fathers time. The next morning I did not want to know about it and we did as “ normal” (so called) till we heard my mum shout “he is dead, he is dead”. From then on I deleted God from of my life. I was beyond pissed off at him.

Now , after all the inner work I had done for the past twenty years or so, I suddenly could not hold back my anger at God. With the result that after I had completely wasted every bit of energy I had in my body and was laying collapsed on the floor, I suddenly felt surrounded by the love and grace of God once again.

That same God I had so loved and trusted so much when I was a child, who I now again loved with the same reverence. Because now I could see and understand that my dad had to die and that I was communicating with him. My dad keeps telling me, that I should not mention this to my mum. That she would not understand this.

The point of this story being: everyone is psychic and everyone is intuitive.
You just have to be lucky enough to be reminded that you are not those shackles of believes and limitations that society has put around you so lovingly, giving you a sense of belonging to the illusion of what a human being is and wants.
Sometimes you remember who you are just like that, by yourself.

But often it needs something “unpleasant” event to occur, to put you on the right path to remember. And once you see all that what you are not, the time comes, that you remember what you are. And what you are is always in the “here and now”, so you have to remember it again and again.

That way you cannot gain knowledge, but instead you will have intuition, which tells you every moment what you need to know in that particular moment.
That is what I am teaching people.

And I know that if you want to find who you are, you will, but it takes love for the truth and trust, which are the qualities of the heart and of the throat chakra.
So in my group I guide people through the experiences of the different chakras. Chakras are meta physical energy centers that lay hidden in our bodies and that we live our lives from. Many people live their lives from the first three chakras, which concerned with sex, family and success in society.

In the next one, the fourth, the heart chakra one finds the truth and the love for the truth.

But who wants to know about that?

Well if you do.....your inner journey has started
.
I would be delighted to guide you along for a bit and to share some insights I have received. But as the word already says: “in-sight”........all I will teach you how to
“look-in”.

This is where you will find the teaching that comes from within, also called “in-tuition.”

Love Rago