Reiki: A Solution

She was loquacious. The chaos in her life seemed to spill into her dialogue, and it was completely unlike her. As the bedlam began to engulf me, I realized what was needed. The empath needed to be balanced because she had been taken by too many energies, and it was very difficult for her to find herself or feel grounded. My table soon appeared and she was instructed to climb aboard.
A few weeks ago, I acquired a piece of furniture that is able to house all of my spiritual tools: crystals, statues, incense, etc. It is a magnificent spectacle that doubles as a healing altar. The table was set in front of it. It occurred to me that she would benefit from the larger crystals. As I began to place them on her back, she made a noise that alarmed me. After inquiring if all was well, she informed me that a very pleasant shock went down her back. After thinking about the energies that were disturbing her, smudging became rather appropriate. There I was circling the table as if I had a track to run. It was necessary for me to sit at the top of the table in order to work on her head. It was of great concern to me and required its own time.
Her energies rocked me back and forth. Once they settled, it became apparent that she had a nice angelic background that came to join the session. As the session came to a close, the chair served as my comfortable foundation. It felt nice to have such a relaxing experience. It was meaningful and natural for me to be serving in this healing capacity. She came back to the present day and appeared to be waking from a deep sleep. All of the unnatural chatter and discord had vanished. A slow and gentle calm had claimed her and thinking patterns seemed clear once more. I personally can not wait until my next opportunity arises to perform Reiki once more so that I can can step into that gentle sanctuary.

My Notions

It was blackened pizza with a side of cookies that should have been reported. After finishing a chastising email to Publix, a post about the local Farmer’s Market popped onto the screen. I plan to go there this week to check it out as I have never been to one. Why do I eat the food that appears in front of me? Why do I wear the clothes that are in my closet? How exactly did I get to the point in my life where basic things are being questioned?
There was an event on FB that got my attention, and I plan to attend. There is an expert that will discuss the importance of an African centered education for children of African descent. This piqued my interest even though I do not have children. I have seen how public education works firsthand and in my opinion it is a complete disaster. It can work though there are many needless obstacles. As the news becomes more bizarre as time drags on, there is an obvious breakdown in community. Where is the community? Our society is extremely violent to the point that it is glorified by the reality series industry. Forgive me but I do not find rich beautiful women punching each other in the face interesting. It is a said state of affairs and should be considered shameful. Instead it is considered to be a requirement for ratings.
In order to be a member of a community, one must have a proper sense of self. A proper sense of self could take an entire lifetime, but a certain standing can be attained before that. While this is not the responsibility of a school, it would be nice if there was a foundation in place to assist children in understanding who the hell they are. A place that is already enriched with the knowledge of their culture and practices; a place where traditions are a way of life. I believe that I would pay money for a place where my child could learn academics and meditate first thing in the morning, and eat food that is grown on the farm.
I see the public school as a factory warehouse that is based on standardized tests that stress out teachers and restrict students from becoming the critical thinking individuals that that they truly are. It is not designed to nurture the whole child but to house the masses. A parent has to be overly involved in order for a child to be a success. Such a discussion is perhaps surprising from someone that isn’t planning a pregnancy and is single.
Life is different. Certain aspects have a new weight. There is someone for everyone because no one can do it alone. Do what? Face this thing we call life. It can be a great joy and unbearable all in the same year. There are highs and lows much like the river. A natural flow demands such action. My immediate family has begun its sunset with the passing of my father last year. While the idea of having kids of my own is rather terrifying, I think that I am at least ready to entertain the thought. Before such entertainment, a loving relationship with another fascinating human being should be explored. Perhaps, I shall start there.

The Final Curtain Call

Thursday, June 5, 2014
There I was wrestling with the idea of spending the evening at my parents’ home. My mother was alone in the house while my father was in the nursing home. She was spending all of her waking hours attending to him. I had the idea of spending the night with her; however, I wanted to stay in my home and enjoy my activities. It was late at night when I graced her porch with my presence. The sofa soon comforted my sleepiness.

Friday, June 6, 2014
After a nice breakfast with my mother, I headed into work to wrap up all affairs prior to going on vacation. Why I even joined a friend for breakfast part II at IHOP. I told her how I wanted to get some friends to go to the nursing home to perform with me for my dad. Soon after this conversation, my mother called to inform me that my father was unresponsive and was being rushed to Jackson South which was next door to the nursing home. I had just left her home and now faced the task of getting back to the same area with traffic. As I entered the room where a team was scurrying, there were tubes inside of him and his eyes were closed. I hated to see how he just hung there being as if he were being tossed about but it was my intent to stay right there and watch.
When I was born, I was taken from my mother due to placenta previa. My father had to wait and watch helplessly as my life was in limbo. Insurance companies refused to insure me, and I was not expected to live. He said that my godmother continued to tell him not to lose hope because God would pull me through; that scene took place 37yrs ago. It was with this in mind that I sat there and watched no matter the circumstances.
Family friends soon pulled me away as it was determined that Daddy had suffered a massive stroke and would have to be sent to Baptist where a team was awaiting his arrival. I got in my car and drove. While we waited in a suite, groups of the church sister hood flocked in to surround my mother as they have from the day Daddy went under. The doctor informed us that the stroke did not take place that morning but approximately 9hrs ago based on the damage that he saw and there had been more than one. It was the same way that his father passed away. Daddy would be removed from life support 24hrs after being placed on it in accordance with his wishes. We waited. We prayed.

Saturday, June 6, 2014
I thought that my Daddy would die on this day. For me, he had already left us something Thursday evening. It was now left to the body to realize what had happened. Others left the room when the respiratory therapist finally arrived to remove the tubes. I shook her hand and thanked her for removing the very things that my father never wanted. I made myself comfortable next to a nurse friend of the family, as the therapist did what she had to do. The noises were not pleasant for me, but I would not leave. Daddy never left me.
It was another four days of painful limbo for everyone involved in the transition of my father. During this time, the overwhelming support of the sisterhood that envelopes my mother to this day stood by within reach. It brings tears to my eyes to watch these women support my mother as she mourned the loss of my father.
Daddy was officially pronounced early Wednesday morning. It was a great relief for me to know that he had finally expired. In the days that followed, I found great comfort in planning the music for the funeral and its associated events. The outpouring of love & support was wonderful. There were so many wonderful connections for me to celebrate and enjoy. People told me that watching me gave them a sense of comfort as they wondered how I was able to remain so composed. This is my response.
My father is not dead. The word dead insinuates a final period which simply does not exist for me. He has made his transition into the next lifetime where he gets to be with God and walk with his father; he loved that man more than life itself. While I am unable to speak to him physically, Daddy has never left my side. His body may be in the ground but his spirit is free. It brings me such happiness to know that now there are two strong male figures that support me as ancestors. Instead of being sad, I choose to celebrate his life and often speak of him as if he were right here with me because he is. He lived a long wonderful life and touched more people than what we knew as evidenced by the tributes and sacrifices that were made to be present as he transitioned.
As life continues to take its course, things will slowly resume to a normal pace. A life cycle has completed itself as another one will begin. It is a beautiful day. It is a beautiful life.

James W. Sawyer
Sunrise: 12/22/34 Sunset: 6/11/14
Well done, good and faithful servant!
You have been faithful with a few things.
I will put you in charge of many things.

The Youth Minister & My Gut

It was my 16th year on this planet. My claim to fame was my job as the pianist at my church. It was a wonderful education for a future professional musician to have. The situations that I found myself in were priceless teachers. It was not long before the church acquired a youth minister.

Upon sight, my father did not like this man. My mother thought that people had to give him a chance to settle in. I was not too particular about him myself. When he called me one Sunday evening at 11pm, my father had some harsh words to say. The pastor’s wife was contacted. We found out that he had called all of the girls late at night. He was spoken to by the appropriate personnel. I still was not fond of the man. An uncomfortable feeling always came over me and his accent was rather aggravating. He was not a genuine individual and was hiding something.

One day after service, I was in the church lobby. I saw him coming down the hallway. In an effort to avoid him, I slipped into the kitchen. He was suddenly inside the kitchen with me slamming the door behind him. He said that if he did not know any better, that he would think that I was trying to avoid him. As a nervous smile crossed my face, I let myself out the door on the other side. I told the one person that would do something about it; my father.

When I told my beloved Daddy what had transpired after service, he was extremely upset. He explained to my mother that if she planned to remain in that church, she would have to fix this situation before he got involved. The youth minister was promptly told to marry his girlfriend which he did. It was not long before he mysteriously vanished. We never had another youth minister. I stopped working at that church just prior to my pastor leaving as a missionary to Africa.

I wrote this because I know women that were in this situation that did not fare as well as I did. There was someone that believed me and did something to protect me. Many women are raped as girls and it was allowed to happen by their mothers; rape victims themselves. When a child feels bad around someone, do not force them to be cordial around that person. There is something dark that the child senses and spirit is the one making the child feel bad as a protective measure. Thank God for my father.

Your Imagination is Real

There was a strange sound coming from my tire as I drove home from class last night. I prayed to Archangel Michael to let me get home because I did not want to be stranded at night trying to reach AAA. When I reached home, I looked at the tire. There was nothing strange. I dismissed it as the road structure being off.

When I awoke to run an errand, in a nice casual outfit that fits my form properly(thanks Jophiel), the sound came again. While talking to my mother, I decided to swing by a tire shop just to be safe. My presence is required in Jupiter today for a wedding performance. Upon inspection by the tire man, the large nail appeared a big as the sun. The tire had to be replaced. He said that he could do it in an hour which meant that I could easily perform at my wedding.

As I walked down the street, tears came to my eyes. How was I going to cover this sudden bill? The mortgage, car note, and other car repairs had already put my back against the wall. All I could do was wonder how this situation was going to be solved. I began to feel sorry for myself. Again. I decided to cross the street and get a Chai Tea Latte from Dunkin Donuts. Before I walked in, I dried my tears with my scarf. I was going to have to believe that the universe was going to take care of me and allow my troubles to be given to a higher power.

Upon entering, a beautiful island woman asked me what I wanted to drink so that she could prepare it for me. She was happy and pleasant and promptly gave me my tea. As I sat down to enjoy it, my mind started wondering. I know people that ride the public bus because they can not afford to own a car. I have a car that has a tire that needs to be replaced. I can pay for the new cost but maybe I can not go out for the next two weeks…maybe, my friends have to come over to visit me. That nice woman that is working at Dunkin Donuts makes less money than me. She is happily serving people without any visibility of problems that may be affecting her life.

I took my cell phone and started posting in my fb group for this blog. The warmth of providing other women with inspiration lifted my spirits, and I began to feel better. Someone else in that very group may be dealing with something much greater than my little tire. A kind word may be much more necessary for her than it is for me. After all, I did have that kind lady at the counter serve me my Chai Tea Latte which I was able to purchase….

As these thoughts continued to wander through my mind, I overheard a woman complaining on the phone to a family member about the treatment of a doctor towards her elderly father. It was so unprofessional and cold that she began using obscene language to describe the horrible experience. Am I really sitting here in a nice outfit crying over a stupid tire? My neighbor suddenly appeared and gave me information that I was unable to get a few weeks ago. He also reminded me to attend the meetings regarding the place where I live so that I can be kept in the loop about issues and information that I would not normally be inclined to acquire. I was able to have all of these experiences because I was sitting in the middle of a Dunkin Donuts awaiting my tire.

As I drove home in the car with the fixed tire, my friend called to check on me. I have higher powers that help me and earth angels that check on me as well. I could be lucky, but I would prefer to think that I am blessed to be in a position to understand that the power of positive thinking even in the worst of situations can truly assist you. I wonder what else today will have in store for me. As a child of the universe, I am open to the lessons and the blessings that are being sent to me.

We are too quick to dismiss little feelings as our imagination. Fleeting thoughts become drowned in a harried routine schedule. We are in such a rush to enjoy our iphones and Facebook, that we forget that people can meet us for tea instead of via text. I urge you to walk around in nature so that you can hear your own voice. It purifies you and refreshes that spirit that is talking to you. If you are quiet, you can hear it and allow the information to benefit you. I had a nagging feeling about that tire and ignored it. At least I prayed for a safe journey home, and it was granted to me. However, I was not as quick to observe it this morning, and my mother was prompted to encourage me to go to the tire shop. She was no doubt acting out of concern for me and speaking for Archangel Michael. I shall call upon him again to grant me safe traveling mercies as I drive to Jupiter. Please keep me and yourselves in prayer.