2017 January Reiki Blog Hop Master List

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Today is our 6th Reiki Blog Hop!

The theme is:

New Year’s Resolutions

For the theme for the first Reiki Blog Hop of 2017, I decided to keep things simple and to follow the seasonal trend and ask my fellow hoppers their thoughts on New Year and how that relates to their Reiki practice.

Here is the list of participants:

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 March 15, 2017.

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

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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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.

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.

Blessed Are The Asshats…

As anybody who has sat with me for any length of time will know… I spend a lot of time contemplating anger… It interests me greatly… it takes so many shapes and forms and I’m a free flow kind of expressive sort of motor mouth… and I vent in a pretty valveless fashion…

So… this morning I was pondering to myself that I’d like to chit chat about this and hear other people’s thoughts… so I decided to misuse my fb page and instead of rolling around in cat pictures, I’d pose a question and see who came out to play…

I asked…

Little help here… How many types of anger do you think that there are?
How easily identifiable are these types of anger?
For example – explosive anger is red hot and immediately apparent… passive-aggression sits in deep freeze and seeps in less obvious ways…
What types of anger do you encounter in daily life?

A good question don’t you think? I do… it certainly pulled out some of my wittiest and wisest eBuddies who shared their stories with me… and thus resurfaced one of mine…

I found myself typing…

I find covert anger an interesting one… I knew someone who sat for 6 months claiming all was good and then all of a sudden exploded like a tube of mentos dropped in coca cola…

And now I can just about laugh about this… this time last year was prior to the blow up but certainly the bottling had been in place  a while…

It reminded me that the lessons learnt hardest are the ones we should remember…

I now laughingly refer to  a big chunk of 2014 as the Summer of The Undelivered Deck…

So this particular chapter of my story started at the end of April… though start dates really are for storytelling purposes only as stories require a starting point… the actual start would have been long before the characters even knew each other existed…

They always tell you don’t they that business and pleasure do not mix… so I guess the odds were stacked but some gambles you are willing to take… and until your trust is broken then you give it freely on face value… and so I placed my money into the hands of one who as it transpired could not handle his own coin…

The promised delivery date came and went and nothing arrived…

Don’t worry! The deck will be in the post today!

On and on until August when instead of excuses… a confession of robbing Peter to pay Paul…. but… don’t worry! Your deck will be in the post later today!

Still no joy…

Ok boy! where’s my stuff?

eSilence…

Hello…

Helloooooooooo..

JEEZ!!!!! WHY CAN’T YOU RESPECT MY SPACE!!! YOU KNOW I HAVE WORK TO DO!!!

Yeah… will that work involve passing the post box anytime soon…

eSilence…

Until the day of the big blow up!!! and the blocking!!! and the bollocking for the barbed and poisonous comments that would no longer be tolerated!!! I can’t tolerate your anger any longer!!!

At the time I was WTF??

Now with hindsight I recognise it as passive-aggressive anger… indignation at the anger they had caused by not doing what they had agreed to…

But at the time… I found it to be disproportionately painful… surging feelings of devastation swept over me… and pain seared deep… and I’ve pushed 4 kids through my nethers and the one thing I know about pain is, if you want it to pass quickly and ease… then you have to let your self sink deep into it and breathe…

And I sank…and I sank… and then I sank some more and bit by bit began to piece together very many things over my life time… things that had been and gone whilst I wore a brave face and pretended that they had not hurt… and I grieved for things that had been left ungrieved and then my anger began to surge… And at first that anger felt scary… but then it felt good and life affirming and something that could be focused and steered into creating…

My life force… pulsing…

Why bother with orders from the man who would be king when I could be the girl who was her own Emperor…

And I felt the full return of my blithe spirit…

So…

Blessed are the asshats!

They reconnect us to our inherent mirth!

And THAT is worth more than any bloody deck!

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Will the real Fool please stand up…

I spend many a long hour musing on humour…

I guess it’s a side effect of having been born with a gab that’s been gifted…

My sense of humour over the years has gotten me in to and out of trouble with equal ease… It’s made me friends and enemies and it’s slayed both also…

My humour is not always appropriate… though it is always there…

It’s been my most constant companion…

They say that Love has many names…

I think laughter may have more…

Laughter… it’s not always comfortable… it can take us places we didn’t expect to go… sometimes it can drop us from a great height and knock us on our ass in ways we didn’t imagine…

Sometimes… I think it’s a socially acceptable form of rutting… I see men in bars and they boom their laughter loud over one another… and the loudest gets the kudos… and I watch their bodies move and the micro expressions that flit across their faces and I wonder if really they would just love a good old fashioned punch-up… I wonder if that’s why there are few women in comedy… because deep down we know it can be a violent aggressive attack and it’s just not pretty for ladies to do that… they can go sugar their snark  with sweetness and sarcasm when it’s just girlies together… but on stage.. in public… I wonder if that frightens men… if they are scared that they are just not that funny…

Sometimes humour is a mask of protection… a shield against bullies… a deflection against facing tough choices and decisions… or a band-aid covering old wounds…

Sometimes, in our darkest hours it is the only thing that holds us together… grim humour… dark humour… the Fuck you! at death as you know the reaper draws nearer and hovers over your dearest waiting to swoop…

Sometimes… it bonds us wordlessly soul to soul to someone who we know feels a similar pain…

Sometimes… whole lifetimes of stories and connections are made with a tiny Ha!

Sometimes… It’s just good to laugh!

Ha!!! Maybe it’s the closet we get to fucking in public without getting arrested!

There are many many many faces… and at some point I guess every body gets to see them all…

I tire of trying to name them…

I don’t know if I could do it justice…

The one thing I’m fairly sure I do know is…

Facets of a FoolA sense of humour is a terrible thing to lose…