One day when getting a deep tissue massage, the masseuse told me about an upcoming Reiki training course. Before saying yes to the course, I decided to allow one of the practitioners at the massage shop I was comfortable with to perform a Reiki session on me.
I was amazed when the Reiki practitioner told me that my throat chakra was blocked. He expressed that I really needed to use my voice more, ask for what I needed, and trust myself more, as he peered into my soul with his brilliant blue eyes. Don’t get me wrong, a part of me felt like his assessment was so vague that it probably fit any other woman raised by American society as a whole; however, I found myself weeping on the table as he continued to share.
Keep in mind, that this dude was a complete stranger. I knew nothing about him, we only chatted for maybe five minutes before I climbed onto the massage table, and here he was telling me where my energy was blocked and why it seemed to be blocked as well as what I could do to help return my body back to balance. I still didn’t know what to trust or believe, but I did know I wanted to try out the class. Hell, why not? (This is the Pisces in me more than likely.)
“Yes, But Not Spiritual”
So, I signed up for the Reiki training and joined a group of strangers. I sat upstairs in the massage studio, in a room that had been turned into a classroom of sorts. We created a circle, sat on the floor, and learned about the origins and uses of Reiki for two days.
On the second day of the training, one of the things we were asked to bring was a photograph of someone we cared about. At this part of the training, the person training us on the principles and practices of Reiki told us to find a partner and to hand them the picture of our loved one. I handed over a picture of my kiddo and in exchange received a picture of a man (my partner’s husband).
Following the guidance of our teacher, I asked to connect with this gentleman’s higher self and asked for his permission for me to perform distance healing on him (as was our instruction). Immediately in my head, I heard something along the lines of “yes, but not spiritual” in an incredibly stern, masculine voice. Basically, he made it very clear that I could perform physical energy healing on him using our training; however, he did not want anything at all to do with the spiritual side.
Look, I wasn’t sure if I was making this shit up or not, but I decided to continue going along with it all because what else was I going to do at this point? I proceeded to energetically work on his body and energy field using a stuffed animal as a proxy, paying attention to the places where I felt tingling in my hands or other sensations. (I know for damn sure this teddy bear was not breathing and yet for some reason I was getting an energetic read on something…I had to assume maybe it actually was the man who gave me permission to work on him?)
After we finished our distant healing on this person we were asked to share for the group. As I shared what I had experienced and heard from this man, his wife looked at me and said “Damnit, I really wanted him to let you work on the spiritual side! That was the whole point.” I looked at her, my mouth dropped, and I said something along the lines of “Really? So his higher self really said that? I wasn’t sure if I was just making stuff up.” She went on to elaborate saying how she had been encouraging him to explore the spiritual realms and God with her, but that he had been completely against it and refused to budge. She also confirmed the voice I described to her as that of her husband as she laughed.
This experience was a tick in the “Okay maybe magic is real” column for sure.
(This is a great place to add that Reiki is becoming increasingly more accepted, even in the scientific field and many nurses are undergoing training due to the empirical evidence of how it helps advance healing and post-surgery recovery. It’s fascinating! Check it out on Google Scholar if you don’t believe me.)
The Little Blonde Boy
Then later that day our teacher got onto the massage table and we were all doing Reiki energy healing on him at the exact same time. I had my left hand hovering over this man’s stomach and the other hand over his forehead. The best part of this position is I have no idea why. None. This was not a hand position taught in our training course; however, it felt right so I followed my intuition.
So here I was standing with my hands hovering over his body when I saw (in my mind’s eye) a little blonde-headed boy with a bowl cut who was about four years old in a field of orange sunflowers in overalls. I got the clear impression that this little boy really wanted to play and feel free, to be allowed to run in the field of sunflowers again.
Having zero confidence in what I saw and feeling like I was likely just creating all of this in my mind, I approached our teacher at the end of class and quickly explained what I saw, and before he could respond I literally said “Thanks for the great class, bye” and walked away. The thing is, I really needed this magic to be real and I was afraid he was about to tell me that I made it all up and I wasn’t prepared to hold such views.
It wasn’t until a few weeks later when I was lying on his massage table receiving a deep tissue massage that I got the courage to inquire about what I saw. As I lay there pretty much naked under the covers with his hands digging into my back I asked “So, in our training session I saw a little boy in overalls with a bowl cut…” Before I could get the words out of my mouth this bald-headed man said “Oh yeah, that was me as a little boy. I even know the brand of the overalls.” I about came the fuck off the table in surprise.
We then had a conversation about how he had been focusing way too much on his business and was in deep need of a break. He teared up explaining how visual I saw was his younger self who needed some care from him now and clearly wanted him to start spending less time at work and more time living life – stopping to smell the flowers.
When I left, I realized this was another huge checkmark in the “magic is clearly fucking real” column.
Goodbye, Again, Daddy
Not too long after my Reiki training, I saw an energy healer who was trained in a bit more advanced tactics than Reiki alone. My experiences with her helped take the confidence both in myself and this new magic I was experiencing to an entirely new level. I would go in for a 90-minute session and lay on her massage table as she energetically worked on my body.
Energetically as we go through the day-to-day living of this world, we collect debris that needs clearing from our energy field. To many people these are not visible to the naked eye; however, some people with training can actually see them either in their minds eyes or in their actual field of vision. I have seen these colors literally a number of times; however, most of the time my seeing is inside of my mind. These energetic particles are easily cleared with the sweeping of the hand and intention (and using a magnet can actually help as it disrupts the energy field).
One time when she was working on me I told her that I sensed my dad (who was very much dead at this point) had come into the room and pointed toward where I sensed he was standing. Mind you, my eyes were closed but I felt his presence nonetheless. She confirmed and said that he had a message for me. I said pretty clearly to her, “I can sense he is not coming to me in a loving space and I do not wish to speak to him.”
She reassured me that his spirit was outside of our energetically protected space and that he would not be allowed to enter unless I allowed him to do so. Then she informed me that a little boy just appeared. I confirmed “Yes, he’s standing at the end of the bed, it is my dad in the form of his younger self. He came in this form so I’d talk to him.”
As she continued to guide me through the experience, she said he had something in his hand. She asked me if I could see what it was. I searched in my mind’s eye and immediately said “Yes, it’s a scroll, a rolled-up piece of paper.” She said “Yes, it’s a contract” and she encouraged me to read it.
As I lay completely still on her table, I took the contract from the little boy’s hand and read our agreement on coming into this lifetime together, what was supposed to happen, and how ultimately he did not uphold his end of the contract. He then showed me a bit of how he was treated as a little boy, especially by his dad, and I had empathy for him.
I thanked him for coming to me in a younger form and reminded him that I had already forgiven him and that it was now time for him to forgive himself. I knew him forgiving himself would allow him to move on to the other side and stop being “stuck” here. I then saw a doorway appear and my grandmother (his mom) showed up inside the doorway beckoning him to follow. She gave me a warm smile, I said goodbye to my dad’s spirit, and off he went into the portal of white light with his mom.
After this, I no longer needed a column to tally whether or not magic was real – I knew it was to my core.
For the Skeptics
If you’re skeptical of these stories above, I understand. I was there experiencing it and I would have completely thought I made it all up and/or was losing my mind if it wasn’t for the fact that this all happened in the presence of another person who was literally freaking seeing and confirming what I was experiencing as I experienced it.
I truly, in hindsight, think God knew I wouldn’t believe this stuff and/or would be terrified of all things “magical” (mystical, the unknown, and sometimes the unseen) without the immense confirmation of others around me of what I was seeing. I am so thankful for those who have been with me on this journey to help build my confidence in my inner knowing and inner seeing. These experiences are what allow me to trust what I see whether for myself or in session with a client, and for that I am immensely thankful.
So yes, magic is real – and I hope you allow yourself to continue to expand your perspective so you, too, can see the beauty in the world beyond what we can see with our naked eyes.
