Nailed it…


I just attended my first Reiki session. It is a healing through light touch, or no-touch technique. Reiki means “Universal Life Force Energy”.  It helps to increase the level of “chi,” or energy in your body. During a treatment, spiritual energy is accessed by the practitioner, Linda. When this Energy flows through your body during the treatment, several things are addressed;  your body, mind, and spirit, which accelerate one’s ability to heal one’s self.  I had hoped for a treatment for my injured knee and foot. I wanted to see if Reiki could help.

As the treatment began I was lying down on a massage table and Linda began with a light touch on my head, imagesthen around my ears, back of head, and heart. I had read a little about Reiki before the session and learned that when the practitioner lingers in a particular area, there must be some sort of blockage there. I noticed there was lingering around my head. (no wise crack thoughts, please). My head became so heavy, and seemed as though I couldn’t lift it.  She continued on to my stomach area, legs, knees, and ended with my feet.

I must say my knee began to hurt as I was lying there. Afterward, she mentioned that my joints were probably going to hurt for a while, along with some other side effects that may occur.

Linda discussed what she felt during the treatment.  I was blown away with the results.

Linda said she had stayed around my head and heart area longer, as she was feeling a stronger presence of needing to be there. She felt as though I had sealed myself into a steel-armored hat and shield. The word that came to her was “abandonment.” She told me to take and do with that what you will, but she thought perhaps earlier in my life when I needed someone to be there for me, they left me, feeling abandoned. As a result, I had built up this armor to hide behind as a way of protecting myself from any further harm or abandonment. BAM! That was hitting the nail on the head! I knew this. But how did she know it?

This is not the first time I had been told this.  After the death of my son, I did what I could to survive. Everybody left me. No one talked about it. I was… abandoned. I did my best to stay busy and get through each day the best I knew how.

From that tragedy, I think I have put into practice that it is easier to keep people at an arms length, so I don’t have the experience of losing someone, or the feeling of abandonment anymore.

imagesIt is far too painful for either. I am attending another Reiki session next week. As far as my knee and foot? Well, I am not sure yet. I will let you know in my next writing. I look forward to seeing how Reiki may improve my quality of life, mentally, physically and spiritually. Reiki may or may not be for you, but you won’t know until you give it a try. 

In two weeks I am attending a yoga retreat to learn how to further balance my chi. I will keep you updated.

About cessley

I am a bereaved parent. I write to give hope to other bereaved parents who are fresh in their grief. I want them to know life begins again. It (life) is forever changed, as are you, but one day, you will smile again. You may travel, you will make new friends, your heart will mend, though never heal and it will be a painful ride. It is one step at a time....sometimes, even one breath to the next is all we can seem to live through each day. But each day will be a new beginning, a different beginning, a different you. I have two surviving children: Amy, who is married to Brandon, and they have one daughter, Avery, and one son, Dylan. and Eric who is a doctor and is Clifton's twin brother. Clifton passed away when he was nearly two years old. As any bereaved parent knows, it is tough, REALLY tough trying to live after the death of a child. I lived in Shanghai, China for three years after the death of my son, and then lived in Beijing for two years. I am discovering life again, one step at a time. I returned to Oklahoma in February , 2020 due to the uncertainty of the virus. Little did I know the uncertainty would follow me across the ocean. This is nothing compared to the death of a child. I will survive! View all posts by cessley

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