To send reiki healing energy to people over a distance, it is helpful to focus the energy by picturing the person you are sending it to. A photo can help, but even without a photo, if you just close your eyes and imagine that the healing energy is being sent to the other person.
You can hold your hands around the picture and imagine the energy flowing through your hands to the person you are intending it to reach.
Like anything else you want to do, you will get stronger at sending with practice. You can test this with other people and see if they are picking up on it. Ask them if they felt anything. Ask them if they are feeling anything now. You can practice by suggesting to them a certain time of day that you will be sending energy so that they can open themselves to receiving it. You can also send it without mentioning a specific time and see if they pick up on it.
Yes, there are techniques for amping up the flow of energy, and as I mentioned, practice strengthens the flow. Meanwhile you can try it. You have everything to gain and nothing to lose. You can also try it on your plants and animals. It is simple, gentle, beautiful, and it works.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Hearing and the Mind's Eye
I like to wear a headset when I walk and listen to the radio. Sometimes music, sometimes interviews or intelligent conversations or books on tape (yes, I am still using the old school walkman, not an ipod).
This can at times produce a very pleasant surprise. Tonight, for example, I just happened onto an interview with a farmer who harvests maple syrup in the northeast. Listening to him describe it, I could picture the whole scene in my mind's eye. At the same time, I was watching the moon as clouds floated past and obscured, then revealed it for a while.
A little later, I heard an interview with a science fiction writer, and another evening an interview with a paranormal researcher. You have to just skip around a bit to happen onto these things. Listening to a book on tape is all about learning to listen and picturing the story in your mind as you follow along.
The ancient technology of storytelling is still alive and well, and when a story is well told, it is an engaging experience that rewards the listener with a stimulated imagination. And there is a lot of power within the imagination. In fact, you can substitute that word for other terms like guided meditation, or visualization or trance and you can see what kind of doorways it can open.
This can at times produce a very pleasant surprise. Tonight, for example, I just happened onto an interview with a farmer who harvests maple syrup in the northeast. Listening to him describe it, I could picture the whole scene in my mind's eye. At the same time, I was watching the moon as clouds floated past and obscured, then revealed it for a while.
A little later, I heard an interview with a science fiction writer, and another evening an interview with a paranormal researcher. You have to just skip around a bit to happen onto these things. Listening to a book on tape is all about learning to listen and picturing the story in your mind as you follow along.
The ancient technology of storytelling is still alive and well, and when a story is well told, it is an engaging experience that rewards the listener with a stimulated imagination. And there is a lot of power within the imagination. In fact, you can substitute that word for other terms like guided meditation, or visualization or trance and you can see what kind of doorways it can open.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Kindred Spirits Calling Out
The parakeet in the living room is stimulated to sing by two things. One is the sound of running water. Something about that must remind him of home.
The second is when the screen door or the window is open and he hears other birds and starts talking back to them, calling out to them. He cannot see them from his cage in the living room and they cannot see him from the trees and shrubs, or up on the roof. Still, the call and response is their songs.
Yet he recognizes the familiar sound of like creatures calling to him. He calls because he knows there are kindred spirits out there, and when they call back, they encourage him. He must think that one day he will get to meet them, fly with them and do what birds do when they get together.
How many people are like that? Kindred spirits calling out, knowing that there are others like them out there somewhere, and if they keep on calling, who knows, one day they will meet in person. The difference is that the parakeet is not able to open his cage. People can open theirs and they can see who is out there who sounds like someone they would like to meet.
The second is when the screen door or the window is open and he hears other birds and starts talking back to them, calling out to them. He cannot see them from his cage in the living room and they cannot see him from the trees and shrubs, or up on the roof. Still, the call and response is their songs.
Yet he recognizes the familiar sound of like creatures calling to him. He calls because he knows there are kindred spirits out there, and when they call back, they encourage him. He must think that one day he will get to meet them, fly with them and do what birds do when they get together.
How many people are like that? Kindred spirits calling out, knowing that there are others like them out there somewhere, and if they keep on calling, who knows, one day they will meet in person. The difference is that the parakeet is not able to open his cage. People can open theirs and they can see who is out there who sounds like someone they would like to meet.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Written on the Wind
Today I was working in a fair in Firestone. We had a tent set up and more people were starting to come in for readings. It had been hot and sunny, shifting into slightly overcast at times.
Suddenly, some really dark, low hanging clouds drifted in, the temperature dropped about 20 degrees and a strong wind kicked up. The lovely young woman and her daughter who had just begun their reading suddenly saw all the cards fly off the table. Then my business cards and brochures. Then my vase of flowers. The young lady was kind enough to help pick up my cards, and miraculously, not one was lost. I wadded up everything on my table into the tablecloth and put it in my bag.
I had bought a lovely little tomato plant from another vendor, and it got broken when my table fell on it. I brought it home any way and planted it even though it was broken. I have a feeling that it will survive and produce some beautiful tomatoes anyway.
Other people helped us put the tent away, including police and firemen who were there. Other people weren't so lucky. Their tents got tossed across the road. So the holiday fair was declared over less than half way through. It is always a risk with outdoor fairs, just like sudden rainstorms or blazing heat.
Someone said that the winds were 75 mph. I have noticed driving north on I-25 before, feeling winds that exerted a strong pressure on my car, and I drive a very substantial car. I have heard that those winds get to around 80 - 100 mph on the plains in Colorado and Wyoming.
Quite amazing. The sudden gale force gusts driving across the plains, upending everything.
It was very surreal doing a reading and watching all the cards blow away off the table. It was just as surreal getting them all back.
So the crowded fairgrounds were suddenly empty. The clouds continued to be very dark purple and some layers seemed strangely close to the ground. People helped each other and we all got out OK. Yet it still seemed strange to be interrupted in that way and get home early because we could not finish what we started.
Winds went from refreshing to freaky in a matter of minutes. And for a moment, all my readings were indeed, written on the wind.
Suddenly, some really dark, low hanging clouds drifted in, the temperature dropped about 20 degrees and a strong wind kicked up. The lovely young woman and her daughter who had just begun their reading suddenly saw all the cards fly off the table. Then my business cards and brochures. Then my vase of flowers. The young lady was kind enough to help pick up my cards, and miraculously, not one was lost. I wadded up everything on my table into the tablecloth and put it in my bag.
I had bought a lovely little tomato plant from another vendor, and it got broken when my table fell on it. I brought it home any way and planted it even though it was broken. I have a feeling that it will survive and produce some beautiful tomatoes anyway.
Other people helped us put the tent away, including police and firemen who were there. Other people weren't so lucky. Their tents got tossed across the road. So the holiday fair was declared over less than half way through. It is always a risk with outdoor fairs, just like sudden rainstorms or blazing heat.
Someone said that the winds were 75 mph. I have noticed driving north on I-25 before, feeling winds that exerted a strong pressure on my car, and I drive a very substantial car. I have heard that those winds get to around 80 - 100 mph on the plains in Colorado and Wyoming.
Quite amazing. The sudden gale force gusts driving across the plains, upending everything.
It was very surreal doing a reading and watching all the cards blow away off the table. It was just as surreal getting them all back.
So the crowded fairgrounds were suddenly empty. The clouds continued to be very dark purple and some layers seemed strangely close to the ground. People helped each other and we all got out OK. Yet it still seemed strange to be interrupted in that way and get home early because we could not finish what we started.
Winds went from refreshing to freaky in a matter of minutes. And for a moment, all my readings were indeed, written on the wind.
Friday, July 3, 2009
The Aroma, Sight and Taste of Pleasure
Since there is not really a yard at this townhouse, the garden is a number of containers. This year, we focused on planting vegetables and herbs rather than flowers. Just in more of a mood to be practical.
This week, the cucumbers bloomed with these beautiful bright yellow flowers. The pepper plants have these little white flowers. The tomatoes, of course, have little yellow flowers.
A friend, once upon a time, kept picking all the little yellow flowers off the tomatoes figuring that would make them grow bigger. Then she asked someone why her plants never got tomatoes.
Basil has not yet flowered, but it is expanding into some wonderful big leaves. Chives and parsley are exploding with growth like their own little fireworks show. Oregano is just expanding slowly and steadily. Green beans have filled their allotted spaces and the bush beans, as they call them, will in not too long a time, be providing us with a delicious harvest.
It is a life lesson to watch these seeds and starter plants take a little while to acclimate to their new homes. Their flowers last for a little while, but there is much happiness in knowing that each flower will soon become something good to eat and will become dinner one evening. Sometimes it just takes a little while, and we have to let it flower and provide us with nourishment on its own schedule. They take a certain amount of time, and that is just the natural order of things.
A little earth, a fair amount of water, not too much sun, and life expands. We bring our spirit out to play with the plants and help tend the garden. We nourish the plants and then the plants nourish us. We help each other. Flowers nourish the spirit with their bursts of visual joy, but they are not the only viewing pleasure. There are all sorts of green shapes is the other plant leaves. And then there is the pleasure of the palate, which comes after the color and the aroma. Satisfaction comes in waves. Life affirming, simple, beautiful waves.
There are many different pleasures in life, and this is one of them.
This week, the cucumbers bloomed with these beautiful bright yellow flowers. The pepper plants have these little white flowers. The tomatoes, of course, have little yellow flowers.
A friend, once upon a time, kept picking all the little yellow flowers off the tomatoes figuring that would make them grow bigger. Then she asked someone why her plants never got tomatoes.
Basil has not yet flowered, but it is expanding into some wonderful big leaves. Chives and parsley are exploding with growth like their own little fireworks show. Oregano is just expanding slowly and steadily. Green beans have filled their allotted spaces and the bush beans, as they call them, will in not too long a time, be providing us with a delicious harvest.
It is a life lesson to watch these seeds and starter plants take a little while to acclimate to their new homes. Their flowers last for a little while, but there is much happiness in knowing that each flower will soon become something good to eat and will become dinner one evening. Sometimes it just takes a little while, and we have to let it flower and provide us with nourishment on its own schedule. They take a certain amount of time, and that is just the natural order of things.
A little earth, a fair amount of water, not too much sun, and life expands. We bring our spirit out to play with the plants and help tend the garden. We nourish the plants and then the plants nourish us. We help each other. Flowers nourish the spirit with their bursts of visual joy, but they are not the only viewing pleasure. There are all sorts of green shapes is the other plant leaves. And then there is the pleasure of the palate, which comes after the color and the aroma. Satisfaction comes in waves. Life affirming, simple, beautiful waves.
There are many different pleasures in life, and this is one of them.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Connected
It is fascinating how the internet makes it easy to connect. I can keep in touch with clients and people I have met recently and I have heard from people that I have not heard from in a long time. I can visit sites that feature very specialized subject matter and share with others who care about the same subjects.
And it is all just a few clicks away. It was not that long ago that keeping in touch with friends who lived in other parts of the country meant running up large phone bills. Exchanging handwritten letters took weeks. Now sending an email to someone thousands of miles away is no more expensive than sending a message to someone in the same town.
Connections help us realize what a small place the world is, even though it is also a great big place.
I like the way that we can exchange ideas with people we only had a chance to meet briefly in person and get to know them so that when we do get to see them again, we already feel like we know them better.
It would be hard to ever go back to the times when we did not have email or websites. Now that we know how it all works, we can only go forward. It is really a pleasure to check the email and find messages from old friends and new friends and keep in touch easily. It is also a good business building tool, and I am learning more about how to use it all the time. There are so many ways that you can always waste time on dead ends before finding the more efficient ways.
Connecting our energies is certainly amazing using this technology.
And it is all just a few clicks away. It was not that long ago that keeping in touch with friends who lived in other parts of the country meant running up large phone bills. Exchanging handwritten letters took weeks. Now sending an email to someone thousands of miles away is no more expensive than sending a message to someone in the same town.
Connections help us realize what a small place the world is, even though it is also a great big place.
I like the way that we can exchange ideas with people we only had a chance to meet briefly in person and get to know them so that when we do get to see them again, we already feel like we know them better.
It would be hard to ever go back to the times when we did not have email or websites. Now that we know how it all works, we can only go forward. It is really a pleasure to check the email and find messages from old friends and new friends and keep in touch easily. It is also a good business building tool, and I am learning more about how to use it all the time. There are so many ways that you can always waste time on dead ends before finding the more efficient ways.
Connecting our energies is certainly amazing using this technology.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Joy
How many times in your daily life do you experience joy? Can you experience joy from going to the farmer's market and buying fresh produce? Can you experience joy from simply going for a swim? Can you experience joy from seeing plants grow in your garden? Can you experience joy from drumming and singing for a little while? Can you experience joy from drinking a cold beverage while watching the sun set or the moon rise on a warm evening?
Now what about letting your creative spirit out to play? Did you ever just feel like writing something simply because you felt like saying something? Did you ever feel like drawing a picture just because you had an idea you wanted to sketch out? Did you ever want to sing a song that just came to you just because you felt like it?
Did you ever make love with total focus and just feel the joy, and letting it continue on? Did you ever make love until you felt your energy connect in a different way with your partner? Did you ever feel your energies connect on another level that is not easy to explain? Did your joy become ecstasy? Did you ever feel the joy so permeate you that you reached a happiness beyond all recognition? Does this happen often? Why not? Would you like it to? Is joy so simple to attain that we forget about it? Or is joy one of those things we save for special occassions?
Do you get up in the morning and dress comfortably and do what you need to do with joy as the feeling that flows through you? Do you experience joy and creativity every day? Why not?
Now what about letting your creative spirit out to play? Did you ever just feel like writing something simply because you felt like saying something? Did you ever feel like drawing a picture just because you had an idea you wanted to sketch out? Did you ever want to sing a song that just came to you just because you felt like it?
Did you ever make love with total focus and just feel the joy, and letting it continue on? Did you ever make love until you felt your energy connect in a different way with your partner? Did you ever feel your energies connect on another level that is not easy to explain? Did your joy become ecstasy? Did you ever feel the joy so permeate you that you reached a happiness beyond all recognition? Does this happen often? Why not? Would you like it to? Is joy so simple to attain that we forget about it? Or is joy one of those things we save for special occassions?
Do you get up in the morning and dress comfortably and do what you need to do with joy as the feeling that flows through you? Do you experience joy and creativity every day? Why not?
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