My First Time(s)

The first time I heard the word ‘Reiki’ and how it was described to me – scared the hell out of me! My religious upbringing had me fearing spirits entering and taking over my body and being around someone who was possessed freaked me out as well.

Five years later, was the first time I was called ‘a healer,’ by a dear friend. After I sat down and let the words sink in, I asked her what she knew about Reiki. She knew it was a type of energy healing but not much else. I began my information digging.

Within a month of that moment, was the first time I channeled Reiki for myself during my level one class. The questions earlier that day spoke about ‘hot hands.’ I didn’t experience that, but I felt a sensation in my palms after the attunement that I would describe as a gentle electric vibration sensation.

The first time I put my hands on someone with the intent of sending them Reiki, was actually kind of like coming home for me. It felt right and good and I took level two the next month.

The first time I received a Reiki session from professional (not in class), I scheduled it a month out and was very nervous. What would it be like, how would I respond? She was business-like and friendly and during the cord cutting portion she offered, (that I have since learned is the procedure found in many of Doreen Virtue’s books and I have since used myself) a departed someone came to make peace with me. Not all Reiki folk have mediumistic gifts, but she did, and I am grateful.

The first time someone attacked Reiki in front of me, they savagely mocked and spewed their disbeliefs about this form of healing, loudly. I had to leave the room; I had to breathe deeply for several minutes. This Reiki he disparaged had already helped me on so many levels, physically, spiritually, mentally and emotionally over the first several months. I was livid and hurt, yet, as I breathed, I realized Reiki did not need me to defend it at that time. This person’s attack and vitriol was more about what was inside of them, not the truth of the loving, healing energy that I was coming to know so well.

The first time someone without a voicebox, reached out his hands to mine, asking for Reiki, was my father on his journey to passing. There was always a distance between us during our time together on the planet, but for a few months, prior to his death, I was able to connect with him through the touch of Reiki. This gift was priceless to me.

The first time I truly realized Reiki had become an intractable part of my being, was shortly after receiving my master teachings. I was a wreck the night before that class. I had an emotional meltdown and felt like I had learned nothing about the teachings in the two and a half years I’d been working with the energy. As after most breakdowns, the aftermath was also full of realizations and gifts. After those teachings, I knew Reiki wasn’t going anywhere – it was in my cells and part of everything I was and everything I did.

And not for the first time, I am grateful for this incredible gift in my life. Reiki is available to all of us, all the time. I agreed to learn the system and made a commitment to myself to use the energy, mostly on myself for several years and more recently, on others!

Is there something you began despite the fear and found yourself immersed and in love?

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