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I remember being afraid of bees when I was a kid. I know for a fact that one bumble bee got a great laugh as it chased me down the street. It knew what it was doing, knew I was scared out of my mind, and I'm certain it went back to the other bees with a story about a little pigtailed kid who thought it could sting her.
Thirty-something years later, me and the whole bee community are on better terms. In fact, now that I'm clearer on how important they are to our entire food chain, I love them. With all the talk of the disappearing honey bees, whenever I see one, I get excited.
This morning I was on a conference call while I walked my dog. For some reason doing two things at once made me more attentive than usual to little details I normally overlook when I walk Chocolate. At one point, I observed a dead spider on the ground and actually bent a little closer to check out what kind it was. Not that I know anything about the various types of spiders beyond their look, but intuitively I get some sense of them.
Later I happened to glance down and saw a bee. It was wiggling its little body and seemed to be doing a bit poorly. Just following my gut, I leaned down and extended a finger to its bottom half and sent it a little Reiki. It wriggled a little more. I got up and walked away.
A few seconds later, about twenty feet from where I'd barely touched it, the most beautiful thing happpened. He buzzed me. The bee came close enough to buzz right inside my ear and then flew off at a right angle. Maybe I too recently saw the Bee movie, but in that instant I intuitively understood it came close to say thanks. Before I processed it consciously, I sent off a telepathic "no problem" in reply. My heart was full.
Real or imagined, I love feeling and believing that the smallest gestures are grand in impact.
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You saved me the other morning when you texted me. I had forgotten to set my morning alarm - something I never do - and your text woke me at just the right time. Even more peculiar, I had my ringer "on" (as opposed to "silent"), which happens even less than never, when I go to sleep at night. So thank you very much for that.
ReplyDeleteHi again! You blogged after a long gap! Where have you been? :-)
ReplyDeleteRegarding this post - I must say - a heart-warming experience!
But tell me something, when you start Reiking entities (creatures, people, situations) solely on your gut feeling, don't you ever wonder about the need for asking permission? How much emphasis do you lay on asking permission first before sending Reiki?
Recently some events have cropped up in my Reiki circle of friends, which has made me ponder over the concept of "compulsive healers". How much do you agree with the concept? Do you feel that channeling Reiki left-and-right impulsively makes us compulsive healers?
Also check out this blog thread at
http://reikidigest.blogspot.com/2008/10/permission.html
It's an interesting question about asking permission before sending reiki to non-humans. We're trained to ask first with people, but what about everything else?
ReplyDeleteI am guided by intution. For me, I find that the universe goes out of its way to get me involved. It isn't something I seek out. When I look out at the world, I'm more inclined to be the dispassionate observer marveling at all that goes on and the way the universe works regardless of subjective ideas of good or bad or right or wrong. Yeah, it can be a little annoying and border on appearing heartless.
Yet, for me this is high love. It is trust in the process of life. With the bee, I stared a moment before I offered Reiki. I hesitated. I don't recall specifically asking permission but I do recall "checking in" to make sure it was acceptable.
Long way to say, I check in with the universe directly and trust my intuitive impression of whether sending the energy is acceptable.
Lastly, I try to remember to not demand a specific result when I reiki relationships, situations, etc. Instead I try to ask for cleansing, clearing, energizing and highest outcome.
It's a lot easier to do so with events, places, creatures and just about anything but the people in my life. With friends and family I am always on guard. Again, though, the universe practically has to lead me with signs and arrows to offer the healing. I don't really relate to the compulsive healer syndrome. I don't make the calls, I just answer the universe when it rings me up.