I heard the other day someone talking about crystals, and they quoted:
"So everything on this planet is just atoms vibrating at their own frequency, right? So this Earth creates these amazing crystals, and each one gives off their own frequency, or vibration, or ENERGY."
The same is to be said about humans.
What was Reiki to me my whole life?
I mean-- it lived here, right here --it had to be with me for the past 25 years. And even before that when I was still up floating around in the cosmos, waiting for my chance to come down in human form-- it was ENERGY. It's that rawness we all have, that we always feel, if we are paying attention--
I remember as a child how I would lie awake and stare at the dark ceiling long enough for my vision to fixate and glitter would form across the ceiling--- eyes focusing on nothing but the night---
all of these gold flakes would collect, almost like that sight you get right before you faint-- but I was breathing. Smiling, rather-- watching the little specks, "sparkles" as I would call them, they would dance around the room together in a cloud. I'd always know where they were going to go-- even if a few strayed off. My eyes danced with them. This would go on for what felt like hours--
I always knew there was something bigger than me,
I just never thought I would be enough of myself to grasp it.
That was always this beauty of the sparkles.
Even as a child, all ignorant with dirty paws, I never strived to reach out and touch them--- rather, just accepted them as they were, flying. Rocking me to sleep--
I have hardly thought of them since.
I mean, it's everyone's story-- why don't we take care of ourselves?
Why are we always getting sick? Why did we get in that car accident! Why did our lover leave us? Why did our best friend stop answering our phone calls? What happens to all of the things we grow comfortable with?
We get too busy
SO busy, in fact, that we forget who we even are at the roots.
Who has time to think of that golden glitter from childhood, the weird trace of light across that room, when they have four restaurant jobs trying to pay off student loans and MAKE IT out here in Southern California where everyone wants to be? Or even in the heart of the Midwest? Or even more so, strive to make it in a career in any big city on the East Side of the country--
What I’m spitting here is the truth. That tonight, I gave Reiki to ten different human beings.
How complex is it to be a human? You know when you channel in to your breath and let yourself truly feel what goes on in another body by getting close to it. Through physical touch. Through ALLOWING yourself to find that awareness--
What there is to find in Reiki when you provide it for others:
We are all the same
We all want the same things but don't quite know how to find them
but we are TRYING.
That's why we turn to yoga.
Where we find meditation.
We are all the moon-- the clouds.
We have the stars in our cells, the rain on our skin, the puddles in our blood, the sun in our veins. We are linked in. Just vessels of the divine-- of that energy we feel when we tune in.
And even if we don't, it's that energy we are.
BRING AWARENESS.
We are all of it, the dark and the light.
Constantly trying to find a balance--
A man asked me just yesterday if I am a better writer
if I am happy or if I am sad
Immediately, I responded:
"Sad. Always when I'm sad."
Because sadness leads to a deep understanding-- a path to compassion, a way to RELATE on various levels. Understanding our sadness is what leads us to shed light. To provide portals of such for others. To find a way out and back from the dark nights as a means to appreciate the brightness of day.
We are always striving for the light.
for something to give us hope, something to hold on to--
but that attachment to such an IDEA only leads to disappointment when we are unable to fulfill.
Let go of the control.
Embrace the dark space.
That anxiety, that sobriety, that numb that leads you to your mat.
Recognize THAT and give THAT gratitude for a moment instead of striving to reach the light, all that is positive.
We all have a dark passenger.
Without knowing it, how would we define it’s counterpose? It’s very opposite?
How would we know what it felt like to float if we had never learned to sink? How would we be able to recognize that all of these thoughts, all of these feelings, they are just THINGS?
How would we be able to acknowledge that they are not what define US, but they are experiences.
Things to admire and then to let go of.
Things to guide us deeper in to who we truly are, the voice that sees all and does all.
We need both.
Energy
it can never be created or destroyed
always has been, always will be
moving in form through form out of form
just like God
Tune in
"So everything on this planet is just atoms vibrating at their own frequency, right? So this Earth creates these amazing crystals, and each one gives off their own frequency, or vibration, or ENERGY."
The same is to be said about humans.
What was Reiki to me my whole life?
I mean-- it lived here, right here --it had to be with me for the past 25 years. And even before that when I was still up floating around in the cosmos, waiting for my chance to come down in human form-- it was ENERGY. It's that rawness we all have, that we always feel, if we are paying attention--
I remember as a child how I would lie awake and stare at the dark ceiling long enough for my vision to fixate and glitter would form across the ceiling--- eyes focusing on nothing but the night---
all of these gold flakes would collect, almost like that sight you get right before you faint-- but I was breathing. Smiling, rather-- watching the little specks, "sparkles" as I would call them, they would dance around the room together in a cloud. I'd always know where they were going to go-- even if a few strayed off. My eyes danced with them. This would go on for what felt like hours--
I always knew there was something bigger than me,
I just never thought I would be enough of myself to grasp it.
That was always this beauty of the sparkles.
Even as a child, all ignorant with dirty paws, I never strived to reach out and touch them--- rather, just accepted them as they were, flying. Rocking me to sleep--
I have hardly thought of them since.
I mean, it's everyone's story-- why don't we take care of ourselves?
Why are we always getting sick? Why did we get in that car accident! Why did our lover leave us? Why did our best friend stop answering our phone calls? What happens to all of the things we grow comfortable with?
We get too busy
SO busy, in fact, that we forget who we even are at the roots.
Who has time to think of that golden glitter from childhood, the weird trace of light across that room, when they have four restaurant jobs trying to pay off student loans and MAKE IT out here in Southern California where everyone wants to be? Or even in the heart of the Midwest? Or even more so, strive to make it in a career in any big city on the East Side of the country--
What I’m spitting here is the truth. That tonight, I gave Reiki to ten different human beings.
How complex is it to be a human? You know when you channel in to your breath and let yourself truly feel what goes on in another body by getting close to it. Through physical touch. Through ALLOWING yourself to find that awareness--
What there is to find in Reiki when you provide it for others:
We are all the same
We all want the same things but don't quite know how to find them
but we are TRYING.
That's why we turn to yoga.
Where we find meditation.
We are all the moon-- the clouds.
We have the stars in our cells, the rain on our skin, the puddles in our blood, the sun in our veins. We are linked in. Just vessels of the divine-- of that energy we feel when we tune in.
And even if we don't, it's that energy we are.
BRING AWARENESS.
We are all of it, the dark and the light.
Constantly trying to find a balance--
A man asked me just yesterday if I am a better writer
if I am happy or if I am sad
Immediately, I responded:
"Sad. Always when I'm sad."
Because sadness leads to a deep understanding-- a path to compassion, a way to RELATE on various levels. Understanding our sadness is what leads us to shed light. To provide portals of such for others. To find a way out and back from the dark nights as a means to appreciate the brightness of day.
We are always striving for the light.
for something to give us hope, something to hold on to--
but that attachment to such an IDEA only leads to disappointment when we are unable to fulfill.
Let go of the control.
Embrace the dark space.
That anxiety, that sobriety, that numb that leads you to your mat.
Recognize THAT and give THAT gratitude for a moment instead of striving to reach the light, all that is positive.
We all have a dark passenger.
Without knowing it, how would we define it’s counterpose? It’s very opposite?
How would we know what it felt like to float if we had never learned to sink? How would we be able to recognize that all of these thoughts, all of these feelings, they are just THINGS?
How would we be able to acknowledge that they are not what define US, but they are experiences.
Things to admire and then to let go of.
Things to guide us deeper in to who we truly are, the voice that sees all and does all.
We need both.
Energy
it can never be created or destroyed
always has been, always will be
moving in form through form out of form
just like God
Tune in