Yesterday I was privileged to offer back-to-back, Reiki sessions to three deeply spiritual women.
Spirituality notwithstanding (Reiki is not associated with any religion or spiritual practice), I have offered Reiki to these women before, and their openness – the openness of any given client – can make way for results that fall into the “more than meets the eye” category.
With clients like them, riding the Reiki wave can be quite a trip.
Reiki is an innately quiet and peaceful healing modality. I place my hands on my client and bask in the gentle stillness of Reiki’s properties…
Except it isn’t always a quiet experience for me. Oftentimes, as I ride the Reiki wave, I see or hear words and snippets of songs, and I see flashes of images of all sorts.
Yesterday’s sessions – all three – were filled with words and images. The stream was almost constant and, at times, repetitive. A couple words that came to mind were brand new to me.
Here’s a sampling of what I “received”:
♦ altruistic (have heard the word, but had to look up the definition)
♦ celiac (when I placed my hands on one client’s stomach; she’s going to get tested)
♦ diatribe (another one I’ve heard but had to define)
♦ euphonious (new to me)
♦ pentatonic (new to me)
♦ this song (you’re welcome)
♦ the strong image of a Native American man in traditional dress
♦ the image of a small cabin at the base of a yellow mountain (China has Yellow Mountain, I since learned, and yet I don’t see a correlation – unless it’s past life)
♦ the image of a woodland river
What was ironic about the flow of words and imagery, was this post by Pamela Miles, which I read yesterday.
It was ironic because she talks about the silent simplicity that is Reiki, with which I heartily agree. And yet, yesterday happened, and it’s more usual than unusual from my personal experience as a practitioner.
Do you have any notion of the significance of a yellow mountain? Inquiring minds…