Prior to performing Reiki on others, I would say that my understanding of energy was basic. It was just enough to help me get through the day. There is bad energy, and there is good energy. However, there is a completely different comprehension now that I have been exposed to this energy by channeling it myself to others. The feedback always amazes me. This was hurting but now it is not. I did not know where you were but felt a very strong energy.
I have used Reiki on my food, and even performed Reiki on a bedroom and discovered a presence. While working on this one particular wall, a different sensation was being sent back to my hands. This was new. The energy normally flows through me without being returned. The room requires sage to keep all of its occupants happy and calm. However, imagine me being able to determine this with my new found activity. I was intrigued.
After reporting this experience to my Reiki instructor, we agreed that this work is a natural extension for a medium. It adds another healing element to what we already do.
The first time that I heard the word Reiki was in Coral Gables. A shop owner was telling me about a circle that she was having that very evening. Fast forward to the tarot reader that later became my friend in 2008. She mentioned that and journaling as ways that could help me develop. Since then, I have had many Reiki treatments in various circles and with individual practitioners. It never crossed my mind to take a class until I had a conversation with a particular Reiki Master. She took one look at me and said that I had a healing talent that I had never explored. A blank stare crossed my face. It never crossed my mind. The idea sounded good to me and I pursued it perhaps a year and sometime afterwards; two weeks ago.
My first practice session seemed to have been right on time for the individual. She reported feeling as if her headache had just evaporated. Based on her description, I realized that her crown chakra was blocked and had gently opened because of the Reiki. There were certain points that wanted more attention than others. The interesting thing for me was that her session turned into a full blown reading. My second and third practice sessions also yielded beneficial results for the individuals as well as for me. I feel gently charged throughout my entire body which is unusual without being worked on myself.
Each session has made me feel as if I should be doing more work of this nature. It feels so appropriate for me, and the women seem to be so happy and refreshed when we are finished. My future plans include completing Reiki II, and maybe browsing for a table. I think this is going to be a permanent fixture in my life.
A prayer does not always have to be formal or from a publication. Singing, chanting, dance, art, and drumming are also forms of prayer. Sometimes, I do not use words. I simply sit down in a sacred space and play my harp. The spiritual realm appreciates warm expressions directly from your heart. This is the foundation for your continued connection.
As Fall rolled around, I knew that this time of introspection could possibly be chaotic for my newly widowed mother. It would be the first birthday without her husband. The thought of her having a nervous breakdown while I was at work was more than I could take. What could I do to avoid such a fate? Simple. I planned a surprise party.
Once this idea popped in my head, I contacted one her main associates. She was thinking the same thing and jumped at the chance to be a part of the inside scoop. The amount of text messages that this woman received from me probably caused her to upgrade her cell phone plan. The Surprise Pajama Potluck was well under way with a guest list of 26 women. Cake, furniture, and entertainment were coordinated in between performances and readings. Instead of running to Publix for the common dessert standby, I decided to upgrade to a Cake Couture Specialist. After sending two sketches of what I thought would be a jaw dropper dessert, she created the most beautiful cake that I could imagine. Candles were designed and four shopping trips followed just to make certain that the gift bags were on point: fine chocolate, Sandalwood sachets, and the candles all made their way into the Fall themed gift bags. Tables and chairs were collected from various sources including a party center. Games were gathered as well as balloons, confetti, and orange cutlery.
In the middle of the day of madness, it occurred to me that nothing was going to occur on the actual date of my mother’s birthday. Would there be a feeling of a daily routine? I made my way to a local florist to order flowers for October 22nd. As my mother reveled in her party, she would have a visible reminder of all of the merriment that was made…..and there was merriment running amuck. As the ladies began to arrive at 7pm, my mother was enjoying a pedicure with the decoy. I sent word to her that neighbors wanted to use her yard for a party. When she returned to her own house, she still had no idea that it was filled with friends anxiously awaiting her pleasant shock. The joyous expression on my mother’s face at the sight of everyone gathered in her honor was more than a million dollars. She was caught by pleasant surprise.
The women prayed, danced, ate, sang, and played an intense game of bingo. Testimonials were given and presents were shared. The cake was cut and consumed. The guests left filled with happy memories while others yet stayed behind and created an after party. My mother reported to me that people did not leave until 2am. Well, it was a pajama party after all. One guest was even in town without her knowledge and surprised all of us late in the night with her colorful presence.
Here it is two days after the party, and I have done absolutely nothing besides get a massage and write thank you cards. A cleaning lady is coming to my home tomorrow to take care of its needs while I attend to the matters of the week. One of those matters include the planning of the next party. Now that my mother knows all of our tricks, I have to take it to the next level without alerting her suspicion.
At one point during the evening, I heard a male voice. It was very strange because my brother had informed me that he wasn’t attending the party. I even opened the door to see the face of the voice and no one was there. My ear soon rang which indicated a spiritual presence. I am certain that my father wanted me to know that he was pleased with what I had accomplished on behalf of his wife. I realize that it is my responsibility to do all that I can to make sure that she smiles as she adjusts to him being in the land of the ancestors. Happy Birthday Mommy. Many, Many happy returns.
After leaving the new bridal boutique, it was time to make my way home. Somehow, I ended up on the Turnpike North instead of South. This did not please me one bit. I was already a good distance from my home and now I was going to be taken even further out of my way. Upon exiting, a traffic light caught me at the intersection. My eyes fell upon a funeral home that I had never heard of before. My new discovery was about to be explored.
Upon entering, the chatter of people came from a back function area. A repast was taking place and none of the associates or directors were visibly available to speak with me. However, there was a display case with the business cards for everyone. I sat down and reviewed all of them. On the way out, I marveled out how I had been carefully guided to this unknown area to find a funeral home that could potentially benefit from my services.
Experiences such as this further make me question those that lack faith. What do you do? How do you function on a day to day basis? Life is enriched with a spiritual connection. An understanding of something more can serve you in good times and in bad. This funeral home will no doubt have my brochures shortly. What shall come of this? Who is to say. I just know that this is yet another example of how guides have provided me with assistance. A humble thankfulness washes over me.