Reiki & New Year’s Resolutions…

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Welcome to the 6th Reiki Blog Hop!

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.

I’ll be honest… I’m even less enthusiastic about New Year than I am about Christmas… ok admittedly there’s a bit of family history that casts a long shadow over it but that is fading nicely… My big bug bear really is that it’s a time of year that gets eNoisy… suddenly a LimpedIn Landslide of contact request from soulpreneurs I’ve never heard of but who want to flog their shit invite me to invest in myself for a year-long subscription costly a mere x-thousand or maybe a more affordable monthly option of 12  easy installments of x-thousand divided by 10 as hopefully, I’m too innumerate to calculate that that will cost me x-thousand plus 20%… And as for the general shouting about how this year is going to be the best year EVER… ha! no actually that one kind of appeals to my grimmest sense of humour as I imagine the best year EVER followed by an increasingly dreary and depressing decline to the grave… downhill all the way to the end of eternity…

Though maybe the Cosmos has my back this year and we’ve managed to manifest a mostly silent arrival into 2017… or more precisely, I received some unexpected good fortune in that facebook has decided that it doesn’t care for my old BlackBerry any longer and so now my smart phone has upped it’s I.Q. considerably as it’s not constantly being interrupted by notifications… And whilst I have no urge to do the – “hey! if you are reading this then you have survived the cull” type update as hey… there are many good folks on fb who I enjoy keeping up with… I must admit I am really enjoying the eSilence, particularly as on the back of this, I also decided that I’m not going to check email in the morning (and by morning I mean before 3.00 pm) anymore as hey… nobody is going to die if they have to wait a few hours…

So… what on earth has all this to do with Reiki and New Year’s resolutions? I hear you ask…

Well… simply put… I’ve decided to follow simplicity… I decided that maybe yes, I should formalise a Reiki resolution as hey, it’s good to define goals after all, but rather than wrack my brain I decided to dust off the Reiki Techniques Card Deck by Bronwen and Frans Steine and pull for inspiration…

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So there we have it… Groundwork…

Now on the back of this card, there is written a rather lovely non-traditional Reiki method and it is suggested that you perform this practice as the sun rises…

But let’s get realistic here… My proclivity to owlish hours means that mostly if I’m seeing a sunrise then I’m on my way to bed rather than on my way out to face the world… and if, as on the odd rare occasion, I am actually getting up with the Larks, I’m pretty willing to lay a hefty bet that my mind will not be in any fit state to recite the Sun’s Mantra:

A ma te ra su Oo Mi Kami

And I really do get quite anxious about mis-chanting mantras… should a careless vowel slip take you from seeking enlightenment to summoning daemons… Though I’m not above mispronouncing Baphomet to rhyme with ballet just to annoy the long-suffering Mr S…and Hmmm… if I accidentally conjured up a Damon of the Matt variety…lalalala TMI alert!! make your own puns about exercising/exorcising demon/Damon… Oh… where was I? Ah…yes… that’s right… the pursuit of simplicity…

So… I thought to myself… ok, you know all the things you’re just not going to change anytime soon but what can you do to greet the day? And I remembered an old practice that I used to do daily a few years back and somehow let lapse…

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Each day, no matter what time I got up, I would head straight downstairs and into the garden and raise my arms to sky and just breathe… breathe in the day… stretch…sometimes I’d let the Reiki precepts silently run through my mind and other days they gave way to the sound of birdsong… ah… breathe… stretch…breathe… feel the air upon my face and the ground beneath my feet and stay there until I decided to no longer stay there…

So… my resolution…

New Year! Old Practices!

Is that lazy?

I don’t know…

Though I’d somehow rather great each new day as it comes … to create tiny steps… than try to promise myself huge leaps (that will probably crash) once a year…

You can step, leap or hop or even hop, skip and jump over to my neighbours by clicking the links, but if you happen to be here before noon then shhhhhhh…. please keep the noise down! 😉

 

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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.

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.

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

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.

Wakey Reiki! Rise and Shine!

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Welcome to the first Reiki Blog Hop!

The theme was set by Joy Vernon who asked us to share some of our first experiences with Reiki

Looking back at my first experience of Reiki, I guess it’s a pretty unremarkable incident, but then such is my habit as to see all individual events are being mostly mundane at the time and it’s not until much  later when there becomes a broader context and  longer timelines that something more interesting begins to emerge to me…

Certainly I recall hearing the word Reiki for the first time and I met the word with an internal sigh and probably the sort of feeling Mr Creoste felt when he was offered that after dinner mint… (those of you raised on Monty Python will know what I mean… those of you who somehow managed to miss the experience… Don’t go there! It’s not pretty! 😀 ) I’d just finished 2 years of full-time studies in Holistic Therapies and it was a new course at the college and the tutors filled it to the brim with so many types of therapy that it was hard to take in and digest them all fully or try and distinguish how the flavours changed from one to the other. I had a grand case of holistic indigestion and when finally, I’d filled countless tick box sheets of client case study evidence into groaning overstuffed box files, then someone suggesting to me that I should further train in Reiki, it was not something that tempted my appetite no matter how many times I was told I’d find it amazing… All I heard was the Pythonesque waiter saying…

And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint.

Oh sir! It’s only a tiny little thin one.

Oh sir… it’s only wafer thin.

But you know how it is with these things… if they’re supposed to come and find you, they come and find you.

So, fast forward I think about 8 years in calendar terms and about what felt like 50 years of life events which hit like a tornado that I still can’t really put into linear sequence but included several births, a couple of deaths, and the set up and put on hold of a business and just the general chaos that I file under – If you want to make God laugh, then tell him your five year plan!

I’d always kept my hand in at some level with therapies and after my youngest finally started full-time school, I turned my thoughts to getting my business back together and of maybe it would be good to train in another therapy now as a way of getting back up to speed. I mulled the thoughts around and left them unvoiced and then one evening after a yoga session, the instructor called me back and told me that a friend of hers was training as a Reiki Master and was looking for students to teach and asked if I’d be interested.

Well, I guess that you’ve probably worked out that I went to meet her.

whiteFor one reason or another, I didn’t end up training with her, but instead training with her Master. I did, however, receive my first Reiki treatment…

To be honest, I had low expectations. Even though I’ve trained in several therapies, my formal traditional education was in the Sciences and so I will look for explanations as to how things work and I will shoot down pseudoscience babble  but I also know that there are some things that Science as yet can not explain and that have a magic that I can enjoy…  Reiki falls into that category for me… something that I cannot adequately explain in a way the satisfies the scientist in me but something that I can feel in a way that appeals to the artist in me. I don’t say ‘healer’ as I feel that is something that straddles both camps and is the blend that emerges at the interstices of all my different sides…

So, the thing with Reiki that caught my attention was that during that first session, even though on one level I was intensely alert due to my nosiness as to what’s going on? What’s she doing? I wonder if my thumb will go numb if I wedge it into my pocket? And other such stuff of no great importance… On another level… there was a profound sense of calm. But, what really intrigued me was that each time she placed her hands directly on  my body, rather than in the aura, then my mind would stop with the chatter and inside my head seemed to fill with an inky darkness that had a small glimmer of white light at the centre and then the light would slowly expand until it filled my whole mind and then her hands would move to a new place. Each time, at that precise point that my head was full of white, then the hands left and moved and the chatter crept back in until the next pit-stop.

This was enough to convince me that it was time for me to take this further and soon after I received my first attunement. This seemed unremarkable at the time other than seeing swirls of colour… Though over the following days and weeks, I felt an intense urge to paint. I’d not painted since I’d left school though for some reason I had kept materials and taken them with me every time I’d moved house… I knew that there were oils paints sitting in my attic and eventually the urge grew so strong that it overrode my common sense of fear of breaking my neck to scramble up without a ladder to get them, that I did retrieve them and set to work to let this noise out of my mind …

It was messy and chaotic and brushes were soon abandoned as they treacherously refused to replicate what I saw and eventually in my garden, covered fingertips to elbows in paints and with more on me than on the canvas, I let out a sigh of relief… There it was! A great wet mass, the result of my self-(non-surgical)trepanning… I’d let it out of my head to escape into the world …

And then I tossed it to one side and carried on my merry way and it would be another 5 years before I took up art again and turned it into a daily practice.

At that point, I viewed Reiki as being another tool in my kit and certainly it enhanced my other therapies and also I could see many benefits in my day to day life… It took me a long time to figure out that art was going to be the way that I would feel most naturally connected to Reiki.

You can continue reading the Reiki Blog Hop by clicking on the following links which will transport you to either my neighbours – Jyogan Hakata-Kohler and Sierra Koch or to the master list which has links to all of the writers.

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Where’s the Point…

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The theme for this Tarot blog hop was opened up by my learned friend Joy Vernon who gave us the following phrase to ruminate…

“…the still point of the center of the fixed stimulates germination and the awakening of the heart.”

Accompanying this, was a background to her thoughts covering many things… but the words I recall were Tzaddi, Emperor and Star… bringing back a dream I had several months ago, that I won’t go into now…

For now… I decided to ponder upon the phrase given…

It seemed such a simple phrase upon the first inspection, but as I sat, the words started to move around… little fractal arms shooting off from words with variations and permutations… substituting in new meanings to give new inversions and tones… ‘still’ morphed to ‘yet to come’… center and heart merrily swapped places… I let them dance and fill my page…

Another quote sparkled to mind…

You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star – Nietzsche

I wondered about the word chaos… I have a feeling it has slipped away into a more haphazard use than maybe it was first used… I’ve seen it described as being disorganised and random etc… but more interesting to me is how the word is used in relation to the butterfly effect and how dynamic systems are sensitive to initial conditions and how very tiny deviations play out in unpredictable ways…

I was reeled back in by Freddy and his dancing stars… I thought of the births and deaths of stars… of binary stars that dance around each other… of gravitational pulls and collapses and after burst that glows and oh… I looked down at my page of scribbled notes and saw that I’d changed the word ‘fixed’ to ‘castrated’ and had a wry smile to myself that maybe I was in danger of disappearing up my own black hole…

So… I decided to toss away the pencil and paper and sit quietly with my tablet and let my fingers draw and see what happened as I meditated upon the given phrase…and as I stayed stationary at a point, the lines spread out and grew beneath my fingers… I drew a few… where I just let my finger sit… and yeah… it grew and spread across the page… but not in a way that pleased my eye or thrilled my soul… it bored me and the inaction made my hand hurt a little…

Then Freddy came knocking… let it dance a little… let it go where it wants to flow… you can be still and centred at many points… and slowly this emerged…

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Though I wonder if it is a star or maybe it is a constellation… I like to think that we all as we move through life and in and out of pauses, both painful and pleasant, that we leave a little wake behind us that weaves into a cosmic tapestry that links us all… all of us little tiny stitches… that maybe close up don’t seem to make much sense but zoom out and a glorious picture is revealed…

So… while I was zooming in and out… I thought maybe I’d try a bit of time travel too and go seek out Uncle Al… I lured him out, not with magic nor a wand but with ink pots and nibs and Thothesque daubings… I found myself sitting on his knee…

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Uncle Al… what’s all this kerfuffle with Tzaddi and the Emperor and the Star?

Star?!… Oh… that old chestnut… No… it’s not Star… it was never Star… what I channeled was Tsar…

Tsar? So what happened…

Mercury Rx… my esoteric spell checker was on the fritz…

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So… awakening the heart… did I or didn’t I…

I awoke some art…

I’ll settle on that…

You can hop either way to see what my neighbours have been growing 😉

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