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…

😉

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…
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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…
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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…

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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…

Yesterday’s News…Tomorrow’s Tarot…

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Morgan Drake Eckstein was the wrangler for this hop and the theme thrown at us was:

The idea is to take some photos and\/or artwork that someone else has done, and turn it into a Tarot card. Yes, I am assuming that you get junk mail and\/or magazines. If not, there is plenty of random photos on the internet, including stock photo sites. And then, there are the meme making sites.

So… as it turns out… my junk mail is almost down to zero these days. The good news is that mail preference service works… The bad news is… the only thing that lands through my letterbox these days is takeaway flyers and menus and that didn’t provide the ingredients to give me any decent food for inspiration… A swift dip into my email inbox didn’t turn up anything either… I guess the new year spam cull was effective… So as I sat scratching my head, Mr S came home and tossed down the daily newspaper that had been left for dead on his table at work…

I opened it up and hit gold! (and I am a complete Muppet and threw the daily paper away without taking note of where this is… d’oh! ) but what a gift… Pretty much the High Priestess with no skills required… Mmm… would that be too lazy… mmm…

Tarot Junk 1

So I made my way through the rest of the pages and yes, no, maybe… mmm… sheets spread all over the room and narrowed down to a couple of images that caught my eye…

This one…

Tarot Junk 2

Now you see… I liked this one… but I just couldn’t decide… it seemed to be the hybrid offspring spawned by The Lovers on a 3 of Wands honeymoon… mmm…

Then this one…

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Which made me laugh…

The Hanged Man’s Wife…

She laughs away merrily… oh! My silly husband… always hanging out by the pool and being such a martyr about it… hanging by his feet when it’s so much sweeter to hang your feet and let them dangle in the water…

But then I did what many women have done throughout the ages… Looked around at all the possibles strewn across the floor and then picked up the first one that I’d tried on and twirled around… asked… Does my bum look big in this… Then slipped on a few accessories…

Ta da!!!

From daily paper to evening wear…

Tarot Junk Moon

And I would have stopped there but a few days later I did get some junk mail through the door that was too cute to resist… The sign with ‘Find The Gap’ amused me… and so I turned the hedgehog into a Page of Pents student setting off to work his way around the world on his gap year…

Hit the links to open my neighbours’ post…

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In The Shipwreck Of My Mind…

It’s been a strange couple of months… April marked the first anniversary of a venture that I’m collaborating on with a colleague… it’s been an interesting and creative adventure and although pretty far from finished, it has reached a point where we felt it was time to assess what we had done to date… it felt that a necessary pause was called for and that our work should be placed into a temporary hiatus before we added even more to the load… and that is when the dreams began. You see the problem (or maybe the benefit…) of navel gazing is that it soon starts to stir up the subconscious… I found myself afloat in increasingly bizarre dreams, none of which I could hold on to for long enough to see what they were… and whilst not exactly in the doldrums, this certainly has felt to be a strange place in between the worlds and almost a perpetual twilight as messages have tried to blink their way through into the conscious world…

I tried in vain to recall the details and then decided to abandon that and wait and see what came to mind… and then it slowly started to resurface… a little segment of my childhood… a tiny chapter in a yet unfinished story but there it was… or there I was aged 10 and seeing clearly for the first time that I had residing within me the soul of a storyteller…

I’m sat opposite my teacher with a blank face or rather an expression that I now know would probably be described as dumb insolence… she waved a bunch of sheets of lined paper at me that had my pencil scrawls all over them…

Why Karen? Why?What made you do this?

I looked back at her and remained silent… deeply aware that whatever explanation I gave would only serve to further fuel her rage… My mind was putting together links of logic and reasoning and was swirling in a sense of bafflement at the what I considered to be  the ridiculous situation that I now found myself in…

Let’s take a step backwards… the day before, I’d been sat in the classroom at lunchtime, all on my own… I’d been absent in the morning at a dental appointment and this had meant that I had missed the end of year exam on composition so now I had to do it in solitary confinement… I turned over the page and there it was again! NO!!! Not that same sentence! The one that I had seen a week ago as we had to sit in silence and do a mock exam in preparation… There it was again… those words staring at me unblinking…

As I entered the woods…

Those 5 words were given as a  prompt and the rest of the story was for me to fill in… but I didn’t want to do it… why should I do it? I’d already done this a week before and the events that unfurled then had filled me with horror…

So you’re probably wondering what terrible fate had previously befallen me… so gather in close and I’ll whisper in your ear…

I’d written a story… in fact…I’d written a bloody pretty amazing story and therein lied my problem. I hadn’t realised that the teacher would rank the class and put the stories in order, in her words, from the worst to the best… and so she began to reel off names in 30th place was Robert, who squirmed in red-faced shame in his seat… 29, 28, 27… and a roll call of kids shifting uncomfortably… Oh GOD!!! Please let my name come out and let this be over with… 10, 9, 8… please!!! please make this stop!!! 3, 2, and no…oh no… my name had still not been called… this could mean only one thing… First place goes to Karen! Then it got worse… then she read my story, my story that I’d written under exam conditions and that I’d only expected to be seen by her eyes… she read my story out loud to the whole class and with each word I felt as though I died a little…  How dare she put me out on display in such a crass fashion?

I was furious… I was beyond furious and so a week later when those words appeared again…

As I entered the woods…

I felt my tinyness faced against a system that I had no power to control and something subversive stirred within me and I took my chance at a small action of silent rebellion and I put my pencil to paper and wrote the biggest pile of crap you could imagine…

So… Poor old Miss was horrified and bawling me out… What the hell is wrong with you? How can you drop from the top of the class to the bottom in one week? Why didn’t you just write the same story that you wrote before?

Well… I had 101 answers but offered none… I just watched her as the tears welled up in her eyes and she said that she had no other option than to disregard my mock result and enter on record the fail grade that I’d got on exam day…

I remember a faint fleeting thought of what difference does it make to you? and then there was a faint realisation that maybe her teaching would be called into question… so I tried to look suitably ashamed and I waited for the storm to pass…

It occurs to me now, that this was quite a traumatic event and could be described as a bit of a shipwreck moment… I pondered further on that thought and about how there are four kinds of shipwreck and then I tossed my deck overboard to see what would wash up and I moved from navel to naval gazing…

The shipwreck!

Waxing Oracle a-hoy!!

Shipwreck


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FLOTSAM…

This is the wreckage of the ship that stays afloat…

What part of me was not sunk on that day?

Strangely enough… my will to climb to the top… to climb every mountain… to  follow every dream…

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JETSAM…

This is the parts of the ship/cargo that are purposely cast overboard to lighten the load in times of distress and is the things that hopefully will wash up on shore…

What did I jettison that day?

I see a cheeky dragon with its tongue out… I threw my imagination away and my sense of magic and wonder… I threw away my own myths and legends… I cast them out to sea in the hope that they would swim to safety rather than be drowned by the arbitrary markings of a primary school teacher logging exams that really counted for nothing at all…

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LAGAN…

The wreckage that is dropped to the bottom of the ocean and is often marked by a buoy so that it can be reclaimed later…

What did I sink and leave for later use?

The ability to make bridges and connections… to be able to link together in my mind the world as I saw it, my imaginary world and also to see how this links into, extends and reaches into the minds of others…

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DERELICT…

Cargo sunk to the bottom of the ocean with no hope of recovery… also boats that are cast adrift and abandoned…

What did I want to lose that day?

The searing pain in my soul as I felt that some kind of damage/trauma was being inflicted on me… the feeling that I was being pierced and skewered and ripped open and laid bare for all to see…

But let us not finish the story there…let’s leave the classroom with its tables arranged into a horseshoe shape, firmly where it belongs… back in the 1970’s…

Let’s look at my shoreline now and see what has washed up on my beach… what parts of myself did I manage to salvage…

Salvage

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My love of colour whether that be via language or my palette…

 I use my experiences to draw on and to display a full spectrum…

I love to express via art, especially the way in which a picture can convey a thousand words and leave me feeling bathed in colour rather than exposed and vulnerable and naked…

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Oh… the churnings… yearnings… learnings…

The ebbs and flows of tides as feelings, thoughts and emotions come and go…

The way that this can dredge up the mud of the past but also how it can reveal the hidden treasure that lurks within… or the way the waves roll a rough stone up and down a beach to polish it a little more with each motion until all the rough edges are smoothed away and a humble tiny rock can gleam like the most precious of jewels…

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Ahhhhh!!!! My magical water dragon…

Purposely cast loose and told to swim buddy swim!!!

YES!!! He made it safely to shore!

’nuff said🙂

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What is this I see? Barnacles and Verde de Gris??

My derelict cargo left to sink and disappear without a trace… and somehow it makes its way to the surface to stare me in the face yet again…

Though I feel no need to repair the damage that I felt was done at the time…

Instead, I see that the rust that has formed has given it a new life and beauty and a story all of its own…

But then again… I may just  have a somewhat fanciful imagination…

Maybe I’m all washed up!😀

What do you see?

All images (c) Karen Sealey ~ The Waxing Oracle

So… Suddenly Everyone is an Expert on Gorillas and Parenting…

I interrupt normal scheduling that’s usually filled with free association rambles and meanderings and I turn my focus to something that has been filling my newsfeed for the last couple of days…

If you haven’t seen this, then I have no idea what planet you’ve been on… I refer to the death of Harambe, the 17-year-old silverback gorilla. No matter which way you look at this, this is undoubtedly a tragic event and it concerns me… it concerns me on very many levels…

It concerns me that suddenly anybody with access to a keypad is a self-appointed expert… whether that be on child rearing or animal behaviour…

It concerns me that suddenly there is finger pointing and waving and ranting… and people arguing over who is to blame… blaming and shaming and stone throwing…

There are very many things that concern me about this and my thoughts and emotions are tied into a Gordian knot that only gets harder to unravel the more that I try…

The only thing I do know for sure is that I am not an expert… neither on Gorillas nor parenting…

I have four children and two step-children and I give thanks at the end of each day that we all survived and made it through alive… and I have a hunch that maybe I’m not the only one who feels like that…

But the biggest thing that concerns me here is something that I’m not seeing being asked…

OK… it may well have been and I may very well have missed it…

But… this is what bothers me the most… This was a very busy and crowded public space and even if those parents were negligent… how many people did that 4-year-old child pass as he climbed into the pit of a wild animal?

Are you seriously telling me that nobody saw him and that nobody tried to stop him?

Because the one other thing that  I do know is, that if I saw a child heading into danger then I would do something!

Whatever happened to the notion that it takes a village to raise a child?

Why are we all so disconnected from each other?

People… what the fuck is wrong with you? You make me want to fucking weep…

Humanity… take these…

 

You need them…

Start looking after life…

ALL LIFE!

Consensual Healing…

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Welcome to the latest Reiki blog hop. The theme for this hop was set by myself and I invited others to write about consent. I deliberately left this vague and as a one-word remit as I was intrigued as to what others would have to say…

CONSENT

Over the years, I have spent much time pondering this as often mostly it’s not a problem but when it is a problem then it feels to be a contentious issue and one that if you speak freely about then well… you never know where it can go… What I do know is that I’ve encountered some rather unpleasant experiences in the past when discussing this…

The reason that this topic floated up to the surface of my mind again, was that a few months back I attended a day’s workshop, this was not Reiki or even healing but in the general holistic arena and as such I fully expected to be spending my day with a bunch of strangers most of which would be in to some kind of healing and yeah… I most definitely expected to encounter a Reiki Master as…well… it’s pretty much ubiquitous these days and seems that where ever you are, you are never more than 3 metres away from one of the attuned…

So the day starts and all is going in a rather quiet and laid back fashion or maybe it was that I was still half asleep as kickoff time was an hour before this night owl is usually functioning at an even semi-human level… But 20 minutes in and the door bursts open with much puffing and panting and wild armed gesticulating about the awful traffic and oh! so hard to find this place! blah blah blah and very little regard for disrupting  the peace and quiet and no attempt at any form of apology for the tardiness…

But… it’s before 11am… so I’m still layered in the teflon of sleepiness but I do hear somebody to my right mutter… yeah… we came in from there also and we managed to get here ok and on time… I wish them all into silence and pray that I make it through the next 6 hours without my inner animal coming out to feed on live bait (my higher self doesn’t rise until at least noon…) I could smell the way that this was going to unfold and unfortunately… I was not proven wrong…

It got to that  part of the day that always feels like you’re sat in Alcoholic’s Anonymous (not that I’ve ever been there other than in my imagination…) you’re in a circle of strangers and one person is stood up telling you all to introduce yourself to each other… The Arm Waver was up again…

I’M A REIKI MASTER!!!

I zone out in the same way that I zone out when I get a phone call from anybody who teaches my kids and rings and starts the conversation with their job title… it makes me silent shriek… yes!!!! but what is your NAME?!!! actually, that’s a complete lie as when it happens via my phone, I go on to an auto- loop of – yes dear! what’s your name?! until they break their pre-prepared script to actually converse with me rather than expecting socially compliant obsequiousness to their (in their opinion) vastly superior status to mine… to be quite frank, I find it somewhat rather rude (which is typical British understatement for it makes me madder than hell and I’d sooner push lit matches under my toenails than continue this conversation…) but a much greater sin in my eyes that outweighs all of this is that over the years, I’ve kind of come to the conclusion that interesting people seldom start a conversation by impressing upon you what they do… yeah yeah yeah…. I know there’s all this networking malarkey and top tips about elevator pitches… but I’m sorry… it bores me… and if you want to make sure I never speak to you again then please do go ahead and introduce yourself by telling me what you do and how amazing you are whilst completing failing to give me your name…

So… all morning… we get to listen to Reiki this and Reiki that interspersed with little condemning remarks about how Religious people are not spiritual like wot we are! Oh… and then the ‘psychic’ flashes as this person just can’t help picking up other people’s vibes and then goes on to foist unasked for insights and intuitions on the poor victim who looks very much like a lamb to the slaughter and very uncomfortable and reluctant to speak up in a room full of stranger(s)…

I breathe… I breathe again… I imagine myself sinking into Mother Earth and just letting it all flow through…

By now, I feel like an observer watching through a two-way mirror…

Then it just tips a little too far… I’m not sure what prompted it but now this person is up on their feet and full of pomp and pageantry and flouncing and flailing their arms around and announcing that they are going to give Reiki to everyone in the room… The old dormant reptile part of my brain awakens… the part that was always watching via peripheral vision for hassles when I spent years in Casino pits… Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the Mexican Wave of eyeball rolls that spread across the room… but still no one speaks… and I feel that we have a very large and  very obvious elephant in the room… and yeah… I know maybe I should be more serene and rise above such things but… my inner croupier has come alive and just as when I used to spot a dolly being placed incorrectly on a wrong number on a roulette table… I shoot both hands up into the air and in a voice that is flat and calm and has many many times brought a whole room ten times the size of this into a complete silence… I boom…

STOP!

So… the whole room now faces me and Arm Waver has gone into temporary stasis with a look of shock spreading across their baffled face… and now comes to glare at me, barely masking the annoyance that I’ve interrupted their performance art  Reiki donation…

I stare back… and quietly say… No thank you, please keep your Reiki, our energy is fine over here…

But you see… It’s not the Reiki I object to… it’s this person’s attitude…

Basically, on some level, I feel as though I have been violated… I feel as though I have encountered a Reiki Rapist…

I have strong objections about unsolicited energy exchanges… for me, there needs to be a level of trust and open communication in the process… I want consensual healing (Did you hear my Barry White impersonation?😉 ) … It’s not acceptable to go around willy nilly blasting people with what at the end of the day are you own personal beliefs no matter if that energy does come from source and we are all fundamentally interconnected… Not everybody wants to feel that or is ready to cope with what arises from entering into energy work… It’s hard work! You’re often opening cans of worms that you never knew existed… I know a guy who suffered for years and years with OCD… he tried all manner of methods and medications and then one day his wife brought a Buddha statue into the living room… She didn’t know why she’d done it, it had just appealed to her… a big fat heavy wooden Buddha with a relentless cheery grin… The husband said… Why have you got that? She replied… I don’t know… but I think I heard it somewhere that when you bring a Buddha into your house, you invite him into your life… A few weeks later and the husband is drifting through a bookstore and returns home with a book… the Buddha has indeed come for him… slowly he begins to pick apart his thinking habits and he puts them back together again in a way that causes him a less stressful way to approach life… and several years on, he is indeed much calmer… though the wife, she does occasionally wave a jocular fist in the direction of the Buddha and say… Oh! You so funny!!! Yes! My husband is so serene…but in the old days, he used to only check 27 times that the door was locked and now he does  108…

It’s just not cool to take it upon yourself to decide for somebody else what they need…

I know I’d be pretty pissed if I sat down in a restaurant and ordered something delicious, only to have a plate of something I’d not asked for put in front of me because someone took a look at me and decided that I needed a healthier option…

Ah… consent… my mind ping pongs along in a game of free association football and I go from strutting peacocks and waving arms and primal primitive reptilian instincts and soon I arrive at bees…

Oh! Mr humble bumble bee… Do you ask the flowers for permission before you dip…

I’m not sure that he does… I’m sure he just bumbles along just doing bee stuff because that’s what bees do…

But then again… I’m not sure that he needs to as surely flowers are just doing flower stuff and if they didn’t benefit from this interaction then I’m sure the Darwinism mechanisms would have put paid to this long term relationship long before now…

And as Picasso said…

I let life reveal itself to me as a flower does to its pollinator

Who knows what the agendas and thoughts and motives are of the flowers and the bees…

Though a couple of things I observe about my dear humble bumble friend; firstly is that he may have landed on me very many times, but he’s never tried to climb into my ear… and when I’m silent and wait for him to move along and get back on his way, he does so without causing me any harm…

The other thing I observe and I think should be noted by inappropriate Arm Wavers everywhere… is that if you flap and shout and get right up in his face… He will sting you… He’s very good at asserting NO means NO!😉

You can follow the links to read my neighbours posts… it’s ok… you have pre-approved consent to go visit them🙂

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2016 May Reiki Blog Hop Master List

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Today is our second Reiki Blog Hop!

The theme is:

Consent

This is something that I’ve seen wildly varying views on, so was interested in hearing the views and opinions that other Reiki healers have to offer.

Here is the list of participants:

  1. Karen Sealey https://pureblessedtarot.wordpress.com/2016/05/15/consensual-healing/
  2. Joy Vernon http://joyvernon.com/Blog/permission-omission-or-commission/
  3. Sierra Koch http://reikiplayground.com/reiki-consent/
  4. Jay Cassels http://metaphysicalangels.co.uk/rbh2
  5.  Aaron Lozano http://www.turtlehearttarot.com/blog/may-reiki-blog-hop-2016-consent

 

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 July 15, 2016.

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