This past weekend, I attended a Reiki 1 class. It’s actually a class that I’ve been wanting to take for months on end. I’ve gone to the website and read the descriptions for the classes over and over, but I was doing this hesitation thing that I tend to do — I had it in my head that I couldn’t go alone, and that I needed a friend to go along with me. Pft!
There are two things that pushed me toward taking these classes.
The first is that I had a dream several months ago. (The backstory to this dream is that I went to a local crystal and metaphysical shop and bought myself a tea for dream recall. I’ll write more about that tea and my experience with it in a different post, because it’s actually really interesting.) The dream was brief and barely had any details, but it was still a lot more than I usually remember. And in the dream, I had these deep wounds in my legs. They were full on gashes, my legs looked like they were falling apart. I was healing them with a white light that was coming from my hands. I remember feeling fascinated as I watched the wounds, which looked so impossible to heal, seal up in front of my eyes. That dream really stuck with me because for the better part of this year I’ve been participating in Maryam Hasnaa’s New Earth Mystery School, and I’ve really opened myself up to the possibility that I am meant to heal. The problem is that, as illuminating as her classes are, I still need practical experience with all the concepts I’m learning about. Cue me stalking the website of a reiki healer that I went to several years ago, but never getting the courage to actually go.
The second thing that pushed me to take this class is an experience I had while visiting my best friend in Colorado. This was probably a month or two after the dream. She was in the process of helping her friends/roommates/boyfriend move into a new place. They had a dog who was a total cutie, but they described him as very needy. I suppose he was — but I could also see that he just needed emotional care and attention that they were not willing to give him because they thought he shouldn’t need it, which caused him to get high-strung. Something I can relate to! Anyway. They put him into a kennel so that he wouldn’t be underfoot, and we went out to the U-Haul to start moving things. The problem is that the poor dog became so distressed that he was literally howling, and we could hear him all the way from the street. I went inside to try and keep him calm, while everyone else did the actual moving. It was really hard at first to engage with him because he was so frantic and intent on getting out of the kennel. In situations like this where I’m trying to calm someone down, I’ve always had the sense of trying to send them my own calm energy. I do this through my body, but I usually try to be touching the person (er…dog) while I do it. The problem is that he wasn’t sitting still at all, so I couldn’t really do that with him. I began to blow very gently at the dog, long deep exhales.
In between breaths I was also speaking to him in as calm a voice I could muster, letting him know I was right there with him and that I wasn’t going to leave him. And what do you know? It actually worked! Over a period of time he quieted down and became still enough that I could begin to stroke him through the holes in the kennel cage door. Eventually, I began to get very tired. I did a grounding technique and imagined myself gathering energy from the earth herself, and I also began to rub my hands together quickly enough so that they gained heat. Then I would blow from my hands toward the dog, imagining I was directing that soothing energy to him. By the end of the night, he was totally quiet! I couldn’t believe it. The whole experience took quite a bit out of me. I had to sit and regain some energy before getting up and walking around after that because I was so light-headed.
This experience with the dog was enough to re-ignite my interest in the reiki classes, but what really convinced me was this: I checked in with my friend a couple weeks after my visit, and she told me that the dog’s personality had become calmer in general. She said that people who have known the dog for years were asking her, “What did you do? I’ve never seen him like this before!”. I genuinely think I did something to help that dog. And I figured if that’s what I can do intuitively, then maybe I really can become a healer with some training.
I went to sign up, and get this. These classes are only offered about once a month — and the day I finally went to enroll, was the actual day a Reiki 1 class was being held. I had to wait another month to start class. I felt like kicking myself! But everything happens at the time it’s meant to. I have to believe that.
I didn’t expect this post to take this route (and I have some tarot readings for clients to get started on) so I’ll write about my actual experience with class in my next post. ❤
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