The Miracle of Reiki

Miracle of Reiki

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I have a low-grade pain on my side, that gnaws at me like the drops of water that eventually erode a mountain.

Most of us have pain, be it physical, mental, or both.

We can’t turn down the volume on pain, so we are of one of two camps:

  1. We never tell anyone about it.
  2. We give everyone we meet the full run down.

I handle the pain on my left side by sleeping on my right side.

It has never stopped me from doing anything, and I try to ignore it.

But during my first Reiki session, it would no longer be ignored.

A blonde woman named Sarah was sitting by the window in the room, her hair and fair complexion glowing in the soft winter sun that flooded in.

She asked me to lie on the table, and covered me with a plush fleece blanket.

In a soft voice, she asked if I had any pain. I pointed to my side.

She pulled up a chair and gently placed her small translucent hand on the nucleus of my pain.

Her fingers felt like stones that were warmed on a fire.

I felt the healing energy of her hands, like warm lava on my side.

She said the inflammation I had would have doubled some people over.

“Run.”

“Don’t Walk”.

“To buy Turmeric”, she said.

The old dormant inflammation began to rage like a hot air balloon that was finally able to let out a guttural scream.

In the safe spiritual room, we talked about the treatments for my endometriosis, and the alternative – to do nothing.

I felt her hand dispersing heat throughout my body now, and had to remove the furry blanket.

Once the session was complete, she advised me to stand up slowly to gain my balance.

I felt light.

And pain free.

I KNOW!

I could hardly believe it myself.

The exhausting thief of my energy was gone. It was comfortable being ignored, but couldn’t stand the compassion.

Then I ran out to buy some turmeric.



 Previously published on Medium.com
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Review of Week 45 – Optimizing Yourself – Listening is an Act of Love

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Listening is Love

As I worked on actively listening to those that I spoke with this week, I found that truly listening to the people in my life was hard work, but well worth it. Dr. M. Scott Peck says it is rare that someone listens to you with their full intention, as people’s minds wander, or they are busy driving, or cooking, and are not giving their full attention to you.

This week I put in the effort to listen to the people in my life, and it made a difference. Instead of thinking about what I was going to say in return, I let them talk. I could tell they were aware of the intensity of my listening by the look on their faces, and they felt my love.

I also learned that listening is healing to the person you are giving your attention to.

I have a friend who is retired, and this week he told me about a friend who moved away to a gated community. I worked hard to give him my undivided attention, and soon realized why he told me about his friend – he himself was thinking about where he was going to live for the rest of his life, and I felt empathy for his situation, and actively listened to him talk for about ten minutes.

At the end of the conversation a huge smile lit up his face, as if he was happy he had told someone about his plans, and as if a load had been lifted from him. I felt like I had given him a gift that had cost me nothing. When he drove away, I realized that I too had received a gift. By putting in the effort to not interrupt him or change the subject, I grew and developed as a person through the conversation we shared.