Letting (E)go…

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Welcome to the latest Reiki Blog Hop… The theme was set by Joy Vernon who gave the wonderfully open ended prompt of ‘Letting go’… and there were very many suggestions and ideas given and I thought long and hard and gave weeks of serious consideration to numerous experiences that I’ve had in my Reiki travels… but you know what they say about the best intentions of mice and men… Mmm…. actually… what do they say about the best intentions of mice and men? I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything given beyond that…

So… to make a short story long…

I thought about a couple of experiences that I ‘d had with techniques that I’d been taught… one of them I gave up intentionally, the other accidentally but both together came to underpin my attitude towards teaching Reiki…

The first technique that I ditched was very early on. I was taught  that I should perform this before every healing session and it was basically to imagine stepping into a sack, to pull it up over your head and then to tie a knot in the top… and this would keep your energies intact and free of picking up other people’s icky stuff… Now this just didn’t work for me on so many levels but mostly I think it wreaked havoc with being a visual thinker… I tried it several times and the images that sprung to mind… some of them you just don’t want to know! but mostly it was the image that the knot would come undone and the sack would slip and then I’d have to finish the session hopping around like a 5 year old at the school sports day…  I brought this up with my teacher and I was told to practise more… there were a few other comments that took my imagination in this direction…

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The routine that I let go off accidentally was a distant healing technique… it was elaborate, lengthy and involved and always in the back of my mind was the thought that something had been forgotten or done in the wrong order… So… I’d been using this technique every week for two or three years to respond to distant healing requests via an online free healing group… Every week, I recieved the name of a stranger, sat down for around an hour and then emailed to say that healing had been sent… Until the one day, when I opened up that week’s case and I glanced at the computer screen, and involuntarily made and finger gun and a POOF!!! noise and waved my hand and said – Yeah! Have some of THAT!!! POW POW POW!!! Fired off a one-word email – Sent! and then shut down the computer and went out… Within about half an hour, I was riddled with guilt… oh… what have I done? I spent 3 days filled with anguish not once thinking that maybe I should go back and do it properly and then unexpectedly I was put out of my misery as there in my inbox was a lengthy thank you letter… The first one that I had ever received… all the times before, with all the proper routines… nothing…not one… not that I ever expected one as I figured people who requested free healing from strangers had bigger worries on their mind… But that one email that day changed my views on how I practise…

The knock on effect of these two things is that I teach my students to try on techniques and see how they fit… if something drives you so far into distraction that you can’t think of anything else then you need to think about changing that to something that feels better… and if you do something that is fast, fluid and feels completely natural to you then don’t worry about whether it’s right or wrong… let the results speak for themselves…

Well… Like I said, there were several other things that I was going to write about but they got knocked for six when I got a ping via facebook notifications to like a business page…by the business owner who I very colourfully told some time ago,  what I thought of them, their business and the horse they rode into town on… Mmm now I need to be careful what I say here really… ok… some time ago I got myself into a tricky situation with what initially looked like a good opportunity but which turned into something that was beyond farcical… So… thanks to my Libra moon believe or believe it not, I can be the epitome of tact and diplomacy and I tried my damnedest to find something workable in the situation, but then there comes the tipping point and I can’t give you the details  but let’s just say I was asked  repeatedly  to write something for an anthology type book… I’m sorry if this is sounding sketchy and hard to follow but if you manage to get me drunk then I’ll spill the whole tale face to face but be advised that I don’t drink because the cosmos in its infinite wisdom decided that I needed no further help in loosening my tongue and inhibitions I am allergic to alcohol… so… how to describe this book… this book that was the last straw heaped on to the camel who’d had a year plus of lengthy debates about very many things… Ok… the best way to describe it would be to imagine if a bunch of people went to THIS SITE , hit the ‘reionize electrons’ button at the top of the page, printed off what came out, then gathered them all into one book just in time for Christmas land fillers  stocking fillers…

So… not only was my Libran aesthetic nose way out of joint… My Virgo sensibilities went into meltdown after I saw some writing by one of the other authors about port holes (sic) to other dimensions…

And I let go… oh boy… did I let go…

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Though there was still a few unfinished details that I needed to sort, so I did return to tidy off the loose ends and then…

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And so all this time later … good old fb reanimates old flames… and at first I think – Like your business? Oh ! You have to be effing kidding?! But then I laugh and I laugh and I laugh some more and think… yeah…

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So… it may be that I’m having a bitch fest and I’m defragging my brain… But you see, the thing is… most often the way I  let go, is to belly laugh… to see the ridiculousnesses that are inherent in the situation and to connect with that humour… I think we spend too long trying to solve our problems and looking for ways to bring healing and we forget how easy it can be to just let go and to laugh… Admittedly most times I find the laughter pretty early on but the times when the laughter dries up… these are the situations that need to be let go of… And when I’ve been through a sustained shitty period and it feels like I’ll never laugh again… Well, I know further down the line I will laugh and when that laugh spills easily then I will know that I have let it (e)go…

And now I’ll let you go…

Go visit one of my neighbours…

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Dead and Unburied…

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Welcome to the latest Tarot Blog Hop, wrangled by Louise Underhill who set the following topic:

The Pagan New Year / Festival of the Dead is highly popular & at this time of the year, we think about those that have passed. We’ve interviewed our ghosts, even had a few of them over for tea! This time, we seek their advice on what we need to work on in the year to come. You’re free to design a spread, a sigal, or anything else with the cards that connects advice from your ancestors to the year that is coming. How can they help you when the world is on your shoulders and they’re the other side of the astral veil? When you’re drained and weary, what advice do they give?

Before focusing on the year to come, I feel inclined to take a couple or so steps backwards…

Probably around this time last year, I stumbled across an advert for the Asgardian Festival and on a bit of a whim, I decided to sign up to go… So in August I found myself standing in a circle of an opening blot and calling upon the ancestors and spirits of the land… And to be honest, this type of gathering is not my usual cup of chai but hey… when in Rome… I was not feeling particularly inspired by the ceremony itself… it seemed lengthy, laborious and overly contrived and gave me the same sense of wondering when/how I could make a discreet exit, that I’d last felt at what I thought was an extremely elaborate Roman Catholic wedding but which I was later informed was the short version…

 Anyway… I spotted my chance to slip away and made a break for it into some open space and turned around to see the sun setting into a sky of burning red in one direction and across the other way… a rainbow spanned the heavens… There were some there who would claim that the Old Gods were present and would marvel at the Bifrost bridge… Explain it how you will… personally, when nature reveals her palette, I feel  little need for words and am glad to imagine that time has fleetingly paused to allow me to take in this splendour…

The night that followed was strange to be sure… There was a bit of a fiasco as the new tent that I had bought, had not been opened and checked and unfurled it transpired that the alleged two man tent was only going to sleep two men if they happened to be the same size as an average hamster… So… necessity is the mother of invention, or so they say… I’d say annoyance, outbursts of chuntered profanities, bloody-mindedness, improvisation, twine, scissors and random items found in the back of a Virgo’s people carrier can be weaved together to fashion a humble abode just about strong enough to withstand the unseasonal gale force winds that blew that night… Howling winds that brought strange dreams of being lost at sea on a life raft followed by what at first seemed to be a dream but what in fact turned out to be a memory. A, until then, forgotten childhood memory, which in turn lead me to discover via the Google Oracle a sizeable chunk of my family tree… But maybe that’s a story for another day…

Back to the task at hand… for my spread to look at advice from my ancestors for the year ahead, I decided to throw in some rune work…

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I decided to write a question for each of the runes of the 2nd Aett and answer it with The Wild Unknown. For a couple of reasons, firstly because this Aett deals with emotional and psychological matters present within the individual, but also mainly because the word sigil resonated as being the Anglo-Saxon  word for the Germanic word Sowulo…

Anyway… I’m not going to share my answers with you as, like a good cup of tea, they still need a little more time to brew… However, I will share the questions that I asked  my ancestors:

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 What disruptive elements will I need to withstand?

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How can I best serve my needs?

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Where may I find an impasse?

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What is the best way to reap rewards?

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How can I connect with my sense of purpose?

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What creativity lies deep within the unconscious waiting to be born?

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What will give me faith?

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 How can I best connect with my higher self?
And on that note, I will depart and let you go on over to the other side by hitting the links to my neighbours…

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Yes! I know! I am a terrible Mother!!!

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I have never felt that I would ever be a serious contender for a Mother of the Year Award… because let’s face it… I’m not naturally gifted, I had zero training, have no qualifications in that particular department, often fall asleep on the job and frequently catch myself glancing at my brood and thinking that they’re lucky that I’m not a hamster or I would have eaten all of them alive by now…

And throughout the last quarter of a century, there’s been no shortage of unsolicited advice from people queueing up to tell just exactly how they think I’m doing things wrong… I’ve been too young to be pregnant… I’ve been too old to be pregnant… I’ve been deemed unfit for being a working mother and I’ve had the finger of shame pointed at me for being a stay at home mother… you get the picture… basically if you start taking on other people’s lopsided views from their little worlds then you’re always going to find yourself to be deemed as some kind of loser…

Today I felt that mythical M.O.T.Y.A. slip even further towards vanishing over the horizon…

I now inhabit yet another category that unfit mother’s dwell in… These days, I’m self-employed and it seems to be that there are people out there who either view that as oh she has a bit of a hobby or as oh she has nothing to do all day… and when I say people, I’m mostly referencing the outstanding professionals that teach my youngest son…

What are we? 3 weeks into the new school year? Something like that… like I say… I’m often somewhat lax… but yeah… we’re certainly much nearer to the start of the academic year than the end and this is not boding well as my phone is constantly ringing… Now you can call me a cnut if you like but I have practically zero tolerance for people who call me to whine about their bad day and that falls to a very chilly absolute zero when they call me out of the blue on a number given for emergency use and expect me to drop everything to listen to them…

Today, I’m doubly annoyed as it’s less than a week ago that I had a lengthy conversation with a Head of Department after putting in a complaint about this type of disruption and I was assured that I would only be contacted from now on in an emergency and that it was noted on the system…

But no… it appears that somebody didn’t get the memo… and I find myself on the end of another lengthy tirade from somebody who is allegedly highly qualified and paid to do a job… telling me that her whole class was in disruption… who then starts screaming and shouting at me when I suggest that she focuses on her classroom management skills… but… apparently… her ringing me about other people’s kids is classroom management…

Ok… whoa… M.O.T.Y.A. finally falls completely out of view and won’t be seen again in this lifetime or maybe even the next…

So… another conversation with a head of year ensues and he assures me that she is the nicest person he’s ever met so I must be mistaken that she shouted at me… I advise him that he needs to meet more people and also comment that well obviously you see a different side of her, you know, what with you being her line manager… but the way she spoke to me conveyed none of the qualities that you have been privvy to and also not the merest trace of professional conduct and I’m not having my working day interrupted to be spoken to like that…

There’s some huffing and puffing and blustering that they need to be able to speak to me when they want to and obviously there must be some problem at home that we need to work together on as your child is not happy in class and this is out of character and that my role as a caring  parent is…

Oo…Oh.. Oh… HO! HO! HO!!! OK so in future if something is important and you actually do want my view or opinion then why don’t you email me so I can read it when I have time to focus clearly, ask my son about it and then get back to you with a response?

Apparently… that has been put on the system now also… though I’m going to be lessed than surprised of my phone starts ringing again tomorrow or the next day…

So later I finally get to speak to my son and I ask him – what’s going off at school?

It’s not a pretty tale but given my experince with the rudeness of teaching staff and my son’s natural tendency to tell it how it is, I find little call to doubt his account…

He says to me… OK!!! THIS is the problem!!! I’m TOO BLOODY HONEST and I just can’t hold it in! They don’t like it when you’re honest… OK… so one teacher, she was shouting at the whole class then started picking on a boy and kept shouting SHUT UP! SHUT UP! at him and I said – you can’t do that! She said why not? And I said that he has human rights and freedom of speech and expression and she just told me to SHUT UP as well and gave me a warning…

I bite the insides of my cheeks to contain my rising smirk… and then ask him… so… is there anything else that I need to know about?

Yeah… this other teacher, she doesn’t like me being honest either she asked me what was interesting about the camera angle in the film we watched and I said there’s nothing interesting… I know she wanted me to say that it was kept on the same focus throughout the whole clip and that it took in the whole view of the scene but that’s not interesting… it’s boring… then she asked me what the advert was for and I said, some kind of car… she got really mad and shouted that is was for a Honda! and that I hadn’t been watching… I said I was watching and I know it was a car but it was boring so I don’t know what type of car and so she put me on a warning for that…

By now the insides of my cheeks are very close to bleeding…

I say to him… ok… In Japan, they have a saying…

deru kugi ha utareru – ‘the nail that sticks out gets hammered down’.

Ok son… the choice is yours… you can either keep your head down or brace yourself to be hammered…

He says… yeah but… I can’t help being honest!!

So I say well in that case son you’d best learn to stand out big enough and strong enough that the hammer bounces off…

Yes! I know! I am a terrible Mother!!!

But you know what… I’m also getting very long in the tooth and I can’t see me becoming a good mother anytime soon… besides… life’s too short to polish a M.O.T.Y.A.🙂

Reiki… Empirical or Lyrical…

Welcome to the latest Reiki Blog Hop
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THEME: Reiki, Science, and Medicine
This is one of those areas, where often I find myself at odds with other people’s views… It feels to be an area that splits, divides and polarises folk and I tend to be not so much sitting on the fence in my views but more with a personal jury that is permanently out to weigh up a final decision and as such I’ve often found myself being blasted from both ends of the spectrum. One of my first experiences in setting up business was to Google myself to see if my website was showing up only to find that some malcontent out of work double science degree antiquackery keyboard assassin with obviously way too much time on his hands had devoted a whole blog piece to not only  providing numerous links to my site but also  sharing with the world just exactly what he thought of my domain full of vacuous pseudo-scholastic scientific piffle or something like that…
I read that with mixed emotions, as well… I do have a certain penchant for indulging in pithy snark and I do enjoy a good rant on occasions  and what with having a degree in genetics myself , I was in agreement with many of the criticisms raised about holistic therapies in general though pretty peeved at the insinuation that I was a no brain wafty airy fairy who happened to have stumbled on a good trick to scam the feeble minded out of their shekels…
On the other end of the scale, there are the big pharma conspiracy theorists with their mantras of natural=good and science=evil who can get very irate if I say that I think there are many times and occasions when I feel that conventional medicine is the way to go… and I have been told to open up to entering the port hole (their words not mine…) and  blah blah blah and so on and so forth until they sign off with the obligatory namaste… and so I hit block and think yeah… I’ll take the starboard hole and I dearly hope that should you ever get cancer and you decide to self-remedy with the crushed up peach kernels that big pharma say you can’t have so they can force you into buying poison… well I hope you cure yourself before you overdose on cyanide… but it will be natural cyanide and therefore good and a great way to exit through your final PORTAL!
So with many experiences along both these lines, I come to the conclusion that fuck it!
Why even bother to attempt to explain as;
For those who believe, no proof is required and for those who don’t then no proof is ever enough…
And I find that quite a sad place to be in as when people are intent on solely seeing the only side that they want to then both sides become bent out of shape and distorted and there’s a whole middle ground that gets lost…
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However a few weeks back I had a pretty unexpected and interesting experience… I’ve had an ongoing back problem for a while now and the metaphysician in me has a bloody good idea of where the root of the problem stems from but I have more than my fair share of Virgo in my chart and when something is refusing to budge, then I want it tested on all levels…
So I found myself at the hospital for a consultation with a physiotherapist… now the first thing that surprised me was that the appointment slot was an hour long… yeah… a whole hour! Now that’s not something that I associate with conventional medicine and have always viewed as being one of the major benefits of complementary therapies… but there I was in an hour long conversation discussing my lifestyle and how it had been affected. Now eventually she asked me how I was managing my pain and listed a whole bunch of drugs and medicines and to each one I said no… no… no… until she said – so what exactly are you doing?
I paused and thought ok… I’ll just tell her… and I gave her my list… yoga stretches, Thai massage, Reiki, Meditation, breathing exercises and lots of self-medicating with Art supplies… and my mind filled with all the chatter that I’d heard recently about how the medical profession likes to drug you for everything and make mega bucks out of you… and I wondered what her response would be and she said:
BRILLIANT!!! 
And to be perfectly honest I thought she was just humouring me so she could shunt me through and move on to her next appointment as I must admit the times I’ve been involved in the medical system have been mercifully few and far between and they have all been very much conveyor belt type experiences…  but then she left the cubicle to go get me some printed sheets of exercises that she advises and I sat and listened in to the other conversations on the ward and heard meditation being recommended, breathing exercises explained and active relaxation being advocated… And finally instead of an either/or there seemed to be a direction towards developing a personal blend…
So… my personal jury had returned one small verdict and it is that when it comes to my back pain Reiki will be taken p.r.n. and also I will take Salbutamol when I experience spasms that  make it hard for me to breathe…
Now I’m sure there will be people more than happy to tell me all the risks and side-effect of Salbutamol and yeah… I know… I can read and I can decide for myself and currently I can live with them much more easily than not being able to breathe…
And I am sure that there are people who will tell me that Reiki is at best a placebo effect and yeah… to those, I offer up the following quote…
Just because I imagined it, it doesn’t make it less true
                                                                                                ~ Homer Simpson
At the end of the day, my health is my responsibility and I will make the choices and decisions that I consider to be best for me…
And I wholeheartedly advise you to do the same but please remember to make informed choices…
There’s always more than one view… that’s why we have microscopes and telescopes… both with moveable lenses…
Oh… and should a certain troll  postgraduate scientist happen to stumble this way then I hope he considers his blood pressure and leaves before my Homer Simpson quotes and ramblings  replete with  the plethora  of logical fallacies which tend to accompany these things cause him to split asunder in a Rumplestiltskinesque fashion to  then vanish up his own portal…
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2016 September Reiki Blog Hop Master List

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Today is our fourth Reiki Blog Hop!

The theme is:

Reiki, Science, and Medicine

Carrying on in a similar vein to the previous theme where Joy Vernon asked us:
“How does Reiki mesh with, augment, replace, or fulfil your spiritual or religious philosophy and practice (or lack thereof)?”
This time, we turn our attention to the topics of Science and Medicine and how we relate them to Reiki

Here is the list of participants:

  1.   Clare Cartwright http://cosmiccrystal.co.uk/?p=442

Thank you and welcome to everyone who is joining us here!

The Reiki Blog Hop will happen once every two months–our next hop will be November 15, 2016.

For more info, or if you’d like to be a part of it, please check us out on Facebook.

Oh! For the Love of St Ambrose…

Over the past couple of months, I’ve spoken to more people than I care to count but there are a couple of sentences that I’ve heard time and time again that have a decided effect on me…

Isn’t it great to speak to like minded people?

and…

I’m going to tell you now, I’m a sceptic and a bit of a cynic…

Now… one of these sentences fills me with glee… the other makes me wish that someone would cosh me over the back of the head with a sockful of wet sand so that I don’t have to listen to what I know will come next…

Yeah… stop it you like minded people! You’re killing me with your overkill and overspill of TMI sharings and assumptions… I have ambivalent attitudes and opinions towards many things and I find it strange when people want to instantly connect and overly identify with me due to some perceived label or another… There are over 7 billion people on the planet, each with unique views and perspectives, what on earth makes you think that I am in total agreement with you on every issue that you care to raise?

But I guess I’m a sucker for punishment or maybe it’s just that I have a morbid sense of humour, so I will sit and listen while I’m being talked at, as that is what these opening gambits invariably lead into… a long scripted and overly rehearsed monologue which pauses only briefly to check my eyes… not for signs of boredom or for signs of emotional distress that should be being painfully felt by the self-confessed highly sensitive soul in front of me… but for a brief pause to gaze upon their reflection… to check their teeth for stray strands of spinach, before moving on to the next verse and chapter…

Fortunately, these are not my punters…

These are the flotsam and jetsam that wash up every so often on certain shores and bump against my table… informing me that they have no need of my services and that they don’t need readings as they are just so naturally evolved and self-aware and in tune with the cosmos…

And I smile and nod, repress the urge to shout ‘buzz off!!!’ and give silent thanks that I will just for today, not have to call upon St Ambrose to curtail any stinging remarks that I may feel stirring within and that just for today, my gift of the gab can remain in its box as I won’t be required to translate snark into pleasing melliferous tones to find a tactful way of saying… No, my love, the reason that you keep getting involved time and time again with men who use and abuse you is because you’re making shitty lifestyle choices and have low self-esteem… it really really is not because they sense you are an empath…

Mmm… the irony is, I am much more closely aligned with the cynics and sceptics…

The thing is with cynics, is that they like to ask questions and to date every cynic who has approached my table has been lured into sitting down and being read for. They are invariably polite, give great feedback and usually go away pondering on yet more questions that have opened up for them, so I was quite surprised a few days ago when I finished a reading and the guy turned around and said:

You know what? I’ve just spent 15 minutes listening to you talk and I am absolutely exhausted!

Oh! Cheers! Thanks a lot buddy!😀

Oh! No no no! I don’t mean that in a negative way!  I work in a hugely stressful career and I never switch off or stop thinking about work and you’ve just made me pause and reflect in a way that really resonates, you’ve given me some sane and sensible advice that really relates to my life at present and I feel tired because this is the first time that I have actually relaxed in as long as I can remember… yeah… I want to thank you for that… I must do this more often…

Ah… cynics eh?

They say the sweetest things…

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Perpending Polygnosis…

Welcome to the latest Reiki Blog Hop
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THEME: Reiki, Spirituality, and Religion
How does Reiki mesh with, augment, replace, or fulfil your spiritual or religious philosophy and practice (or lack thereof)?
This is a subject that over the years, I’ve given a great deal of thought to… I was raised under the notion that there are three things that you should never discuss in polite company – sex, religion and politics…  luckily I seldom keep polite company😉 and you’re here now in my space so I’m going to shoot the breeze…
I remember being at school around age 12? 13? and I was never a fan of writing down notes and frequently I would ask questions in an attempt to sway the teacher off course and keep them talking for as long as possible… Using this ploy, I discovered that my History teacher was colour blind.. My English teacher knew how to set a trap to catch alligators… My Science teacher was building a boat… and many other things that slip my mind, but one thing that has always firmly stayed was the words of my Religious Education teacher when I asked her what her beliefs were. She told me in a very matter of fact way that her role was to impart a Religious Education and that if she was a teacher worth her salt then I would never have any detailed knowledge of what her personal beliefs were…
It was something that struck a deep chord and certainly years on and working as a holistic therapist and reading tarot, it still resonates with me as I feel that I am there to help people explore their own thoughts rather than impress mine upon them… And living in the town that I live, where we boast of having Britain’s most multi-cultural high street, I speak to people with all manner of beliefs and backgrounds… People often assume I hold certain beliefs due to the type of work I do, other people are less assuming and will ask… My typical response it that I am of No Fixed Abide…
Or sometimes I will say that I am a lapsed Scientist…
I don’t consider myself to be Spiritual, mainly because I want to know what your definition of that is before I will either confirm or deny… I don’t consider myself to be religious as I don’t actively practise a faith… yet I feel that some kind of vestigial religious thought is in my DNA…
Am I a skeptic? Well again… that all depends on the mood I’m in! I have a degree of skepticism in that I don’t openly embrace any and all woo that gets thrown at me, yet I dislike the kind of Science mind that dismisses out of hand the existence of anything beyond the known, the measured and the tangible…
I’m all for Science when it dispells dangerous quakery…But Science for the sake of Science that becomes mean spirited and soul sucking and destroying of magic… no! stop it!

I watched a program the other day as Professor Brian Cox was on there plugging his new series… I can’t help but watch him, for a couple of reasons… ok firstly, yes I’m shallow and he’s easy on the eye! (Ooops!! TMI thoughts… there’s two out of the three…😀 should I go for the hat trick and toss out some Brexit commentary… ) But also because he is very vocal and renowned for being anti-woo… yet often when he talks, I hear things that would fill a fluffy bunny’s heart with rainbow arcs of glee and glitter! But he talks science, science… and more science… Yet… somehow he retains a childlike sense of awe and wonder…And then he only went and did it(SQUEEE!!)… he said something along the lines of:
Seeing something in nature and looking at it everyday and describing the beauty of it… that’s Science… doing the same thing every day and recording beauty… that’s what Science is!

I laughed so hard! I thought… Brian! Is it really?! Oh! bless you, you sweet man with your PhD! Science?? Get out of the closet man!!

So… again I found myself wondering about what my beliefs are and a single gnosis seems somewhat arrogant to me, yet an absolute agnosis seems to kill my soul and I pondered and perpended on some more until a word started to form in my mind…

Polygnosis…

 I wasn’t sure if the word existed so I asked the Google oracle and it gave me
Polygnosticism is a pluralistic outlook which espouses that all individuals’ unique ideas about the divine, about what is sacred, and about how to approach these matters in practice are valid and significant for them. It is also a non-absolutist view which holds that no characterization of the divine or the sacred is universal (valid for everyone), and that no known divinities or sacred qualities can be called objective (existing independently of subjective perceptions).
Read the full article HERE. Polygnosis sits well with all parts of me…
So… how does this all tie in with my Reiki?
Well, I guess it wafts and weaves in and out, in much the same way that my Science brain still likes to roll theories around…
Recently I went for an MRI scan and it was not something that I was looking forward to as every now and then I can get a flutter of claustrophobia. So, I find myself in a huge machine having to lie perfectly still for a good half an hour and then this is when my mind starts to play with me… Now knocking on for 20 years ago, I found myself sat in a lecture being given by someone who practised Magnet Therapy, now I know there are people who swear by this and my attitude is still pretty much along the polygnostic highway in that, if it works for you and you’re not harming anybody else, then you use it… However… I did take exception to the way the person described how it worked… the information given was that blood contains iron and so placing a magnet next to it causes the capillaries to spin… Well… I’m sorry but no way could I let that one go as FFS!!! NO! NO! NO! Blood contains haemoglobin which is a compound containing iron but no, it’s not magnetic and even if it was why for the love of all things (un)holy would anyone want their capillaries to spin?! That kind of nonsense calls for a scientific foot stomp! So… back to the scanner… I’m corpse like in there and they made a big deal about the noise levels but they failed to tell me that the bottom plate that I was laying on would get warm… I felt this heat slowly starting to build and I thought to myself… OH… what if… what if… that magnet therapy person was right… maybe my capillaries are spinning… maybe all my blood is going to get ripped out of my body… maybe… oh… no… maybe they set it to microwave by mistake and I’m slowly cooking and I’m going to burst and then I’m going to have chunks of me dripping down and landing on me and it’s going to take forever to get it out of my hair… what am I going to do? At which point I thought… what you’re going to do Karen, is get an ‘effing grip!! You’re going to give yourself some Reiki and reel this nonsense in… and when I use Reiki, I tend to see colours but in an MRI scanner, this is how it came through…
rbh 1
That kind of surpised me… as I am so used to receiving colours but it did the trick and calmed the mind…
I tend to often use Reiki in situations that I ‘d sooner not be in…
Here’s another painting…
rbh 2
That one is from a trip to the dentist to have a rather problematic toothed pulled… these are the colours that poured over me as the work was being done…
And going from MRI scanners to Reiki scanning, here are a couple of snapshots of the pain I’ve been getting with an ongoing back problem… The first one is at its worse and the second was how it felt after I’d received Reiki from one of my students…

I’m still not entirely sure whether or not I’ve addressed the theme and answered the question…but I’ll continue into another digression and drift into Astrology… See… I told you I spent a lot of time mulling on this topic… this is my notebook from a few months back… Is it my spirituality? Is it my nature? Is it all hoo hah and I’m merely a product of nurture?

I’m just going to drop this here…

astro dispositions
Pretty much all of my chart falls in 9th house (beliefs) and 10th house (public image/recognition) and all of my planets link back to Venus which sits on my MH… so I’ve ran around my dispositions and as a summary sentence of my whole chart, I get…

My sense of aesthetic brings all my thoughts together harmoniously in a way that I can communicate to serve others seeking deeper meanings.

Yeah… I think I’m still paddling in the polygnostic pool…
Has there been a neo-renaissance yet…
I think the world would be a sweeter place if sometimes people just said:
I describe
and left it at that…
Click on a link to visit my neighbours…