Sunday 12 May 2013
Monday 6 May 2013
Reiki dreaming.
A few weeks ago while driving to a friends place, I remembered one of the dreams I had the night before. It was about Reiki. I believe it was a past life or I was viewing someone's story.
I was in Japan, which is the birth place of Reiki, and I was a man, being taught how to heal people by this kindly old person, I couldn't decipher if it was male or female, but their gender was not a factor. There felt like there was gender equality and therefore knowing the sex of another person was not needed.
I was wearing, what looked like, sumarai clothing. Admittedly I don't know or understand much about the Japanese culture, much like everyone else, it's a land of sushi, contradiction and cars, for me. As this man I felt a sense of pride and ownership of the area I was in. I had a sense of duty to find ways of heal and to learn from this older teacher, the ways they knew.
This is the story I am chanelling from the Samurai.
"My village was on the lower side of a mountain. The mountain itself was not great, but very beautiful with a distinct features, there was a plateau approximately 1/3 down from the peak, it angles slightly and then comes to the valley which rises up higher than the rest of the valleys in the area. This is where my village is. A stream flows on one side and we carry our goods over the stream to trade with other villagers. The stream is full of life and we catch fish to feed our families.
My village is not very rich, but we have all that we need. The health of my people is important to me. We are not one to become ill, but when a storm came, a bad wind came with it and many of my people were taken from us by the illness and we did not have the medicine to cure them. Many of them died before I could seek help.
It would be weeks before this elder teacher came looking for shelter offering his healing to my people. He carried with him a gnarled old cane that he used to support himself while walking.
I had started to cough and feel the fever, but I could not show my illness to the rest of the village. The elder came and placed his hands on my shoulders, closed his eyes and spoke to me. He told me to breathe deeply into my belly. I felt a strange energy coming from him. His hands grew warmer and warmer. They were so hot.
A few moments went by and he instructed me to open my eyes and breathe normally. The fever had abated, the cough was no longer. I was not completely cured, but he had helped me. I asked him to come and heal all the people in my village, their illness was greater than mine. He offered me an exchange of our shelter for his healing. I agreed.
We walked over to one of the villagers who has collapsed on his way to trading with nearby village. He lay beside the stream, near the bridge, delirious from fever and comforted by his children, waiting to die. The elder place his hands on the villagers chest and asked the children to be moved from their father. The villagers face was grey, almost green, he was sweating and his breathing was not strong.
This time, as I was now watching the elder heal this man, I saw his hands almost glow with a light coming from his palms. I asked him about this later and he said that only the ones with the true gift of healing can ever see the light when it is used.
The elder sat there for a long time healing this villager. He was explaining to me what the light meant, why he places his hands on the persons body. I had not known then, but he was teaching me how to heal other people. The elder told me that the breathing is very important, breath helps to take the healing energy to the parts of the body that human hands cannot touch. It travels deep inside the body to heal. The deeper the person can breathe, the more healing he can receive.
The villagers face slowly grimaced less as the pain of the fever was taken over by the healing light. I help the villager unto his feet and walked with him to his house, where his wife was able to nurse him further and give him food.
We walked around, healing each person that we came across, hearing their pleas for help, their coughs, their cries of pain from fever. The elder said that not all of the people will be saved, not will be healed, not all will be well again, but we will try. I asked why that could be when we were all aflicted by the same illness. The elder responded by saying that for some people it is their time, and that their journey with us has come to an end, for others, it is simply because they cannot accept that faith can heal just as easily as illness consumes.
That was my first lesson. Using the light that came from the sun I helped to heal my fellow villagers. The first person I healed was someone who had been struck by the illness quite early, I stayed with her feeling the heat from my hands as they lay on her chest. I felt her body go soft, her had died while I was healing her.
My teacher now consoled me. "Not everyone can be saved, it was the end of her journey. She had fought bravely and now will be given rest as she continues on the next plane."
These words comforted me a little but could not take away the sting of defeat, as I had hoped to cure her the way my teacher cured the others. I was not disheartened. I continued on with the next person. An elder in our village, someone who I would call upon when decisions were needed to be made to advance our village's future.
I held him and placed my hands on his chest. His body was so soft when I first held him. It was only after a few moments that I felt the strength of him again, he had become more alert, more aware. I asked him to breathe deep and with each breath he grew stronger.
The elder sat up, thanked me and walked away. I was unsure of what to think of why an old man, who has lived a long life deserved to live longer than a young girl who has only started. My teacher came to my and said, "We cannot place judgement on who lives and who should die. We can only heal. It is upon the healing that they will choose to stay or to move on. We simply give them the opportunity to choose to end their journey or continue. Your village elder holds so much knowledge that he wishes to continue passing this unto the younger people, while the young girl had fought for a long time to be here and felt that her energy was needed on the next plane where she can be of good to others."
I continued to heal, helping another 8 villagers, while I pondered what my teacher had just revealed to me.
This was the beginning of my journey as a healer. It is now your beginning. It is not for you to judge who receives it, it is for the person to decide if they will accept it."
Ok, so that was an interesting lot of channelling that I was not expecting. I just wanted to tell you guys about the Reiki dream I had, which was what this samurai just spoke about.
I was in Japan, which is the birth place of Reiki, and I was a man, being taught how to heal people by this kindly old person, I couldn't decipher if it was male or female, but their gender was not a factor. There felt like there was gender equality and therefore knowing the sex of another person was not needed.
I was wearing, what looked like, sumarai clothing. Admittedly I don't know or understand much about the Japanese culture, much like everyone else, it's a land of sushi, contradiction and cars, for me. As this man I felt a sense of pride and ownership of the area I was in. I had a sense of duty to find ways of heal and to learn from this older teacher, the ways they knew.
This is the story I am chanelling from the Samurai.
"My village was on the lower side of a mountain. The mountain itself was not great, but very beautiful with a distinct features, there was a plateau approximately 1/3 down from the peak, it angles slightly and then comes to the valley which rises up higher than the rest of the valleys in the area. This is where my village is. A stream flows on one side and we carry our goods over the stream to trade with other villagers. The stream is full of life and we catch fish to feed our families.
My village is not very rich, but we have all that we need. The health of my people is important to me. We are not one to become ill, but when a storm came, a bad wind came with it and many of my people were taken from us by the illness and we did not have the medicine to cure them. Many of them died before I could seek help.
It would be weeks before this elder teacher came looking for shelter offering his healing to my people. He carried with him a gnarled old cane that he used to support himself while walking.
I had started to cough and feel the fever, but I could not show my illness to the rest of the village. The elder came and placed his hands on my shoulders, closed his eyes and spoke to me. He told me to breathe deeply into my belly. I felt a strange energy coming from him. His hands grew warmer and warmer. They were so hot.
A few moments went by and he instructed me to open my eyes and breathe normally. The fever had abated, the cough was no longer. I was not completely cured, but he had helped me. I asked him to come and heal all the people in my village, their illness was greater than mine. He offered me an exchange of our shelter for his healing. I agreed.
We walked over to one of the villagers who has collapsed on his way to trading with nearby village. He lay beside the stream, near the bridge, delirious from fever and comforted by his children, waiting to die. The elder place his hands on the villagers chest and asked the children to be moved from their father. The villagers face was grey, almost green, he was sweating and his breathing was not strong.
This time, as I was now watching the elder heal this man, I saw his hands almost glow with a light coming from his palms. I asked him about this later and he said that only the ones with the true gift of healing can ever see the light when it is used.
The elder sat there for a long time healing this villager. He was explaining to me what the light meant, why he places his hands on the persons body. I had not known then, but he was teaching me how to heal other people. The elder told me that the breathing is very important, breath helps to take the healing energy to the parts of the body that human hands cannot touch. It travels deep inside the body to heal. The deeper the person can breathe, the more healing he can receive.
The villagers face slowly grimaced less as the pain of the fever was taken over by the healing light. I help the villager unto his feet and walked with him to his house, where his wife was able to nurse him further and give him food.
We walked around, healing each person that we came across, hearing their pleas for help, their coughs, their cries of pain from fever. The elder said that not all of the people will be saved, not will be healed, not all will be well again, but we will try. I asked why that could be when we were all aflicted by the same illness. The elder responded by saying that for some people it is their time, and that their journey with us has come to an end, for others, it is simply because they cannot accept that faith can heal just as easily as illness consumes.
That was my first lesson. Using the light that came from the sun I helped to heal my fellow villagers. The first person I healed was someone who had been struck by the illness quite early, I stayed with her feeling the heat from my hands as they lay on her chest. I felt her body go soft, her had died while I was healing her.
My teacher now consoled me. "Not everyone can be saved, it was the end of her journey. She had fought bravely and now will be given rest as she continues on the next plane."
These words comforted me a little but could not take away the sting of defeat, as I had hoped to cure her the way my teacher cured the others. I was not disheartened. I continued on with the next person. An elder in our village, someone who I would call upon when decisions were needed to be made to advance our village's future.
I held him and placed my hands on his chest. His body was so soft when I first held him. It was only after a few moments that I felt the strength of him again, he had become more alert, more aware. I asked him to breathe deep and with each breath he grew stronger.
The elder sat up, thanked me and walked away. I was unsure of what to think of why an old man, who has lived a long life deserved to live longer than a young girl who has only started. My teacher came to my and said, "We cannot place judgement on who lives and who should die. We can only heal. It is upon the healing that they will choose to stay or to move on. We simply give them the opportunity to choose to end their journey or continue. Your village elder holds so much knowledge that he wishes to continue passing this unto the younger people, while the young girl had fought for a long time to be here and felt that her energy was needed on the next plane where she can be of good to others."
I continued to heal, helping another 8 villagers, while I pondered what my teacher had just revealed to me.
This was the beginning of my journey as a healer. It is now your beginning. It is not for you to judge who receives it, it is for the person to decide if they will accept it."
Ok, so that was an interesting lot of channelling that I was not expecting. I just wanted to tell you guys about the Reiki dream I had, which was what this samurai just spoke about.
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