My first ever Reiki class finished up today. I am very proud of all of my students. The class included my mother, my friend I have known since we were about 6 or 7 years old (I'm 47 now), and my friends husband.
Their enthusiasm was great. My concerns that they would know me to well to respect me in a class were totally unfounded.
What a great honor and a blessing to be able to empower people with the ability to do reiki for themselves, but also what a great honor to be able to pass that along to my mother and long time friend and her husband. Every class is special I would imagine, but my first class was super special.
Today was the last of 3 segments of the class.
As I was sharing the reiki principals with them, we got to the one that talks about honoring parents, teachers and elders. Even as I was sharing those words my Grandpa on my Dads side of the family came in unexpectedly with a message for my Mom. (This is NOT typically how a class goes, but I did pass along the message of course.) It was something basically telling her that he always really appreciated, and still does appreciate how much honor and respect she gave to him while he was here. My Mom seemed for a moment to me like a little girl as she told me that she wanted me to tell him that she loves him. It seemed so important in her tone that it took me a little bit by surprise. When I checked in to see if Grandpa wanted me to give a message back, I heard him say simply and quietly: "I know." And he presented to me an image of himself, sitting over his morning tea and nodding his head slowly, which I shared with my mom.
What mom told me in a phone call later, that I didn't know during the class, was that she had been talking about Grandpa a few days ago, and that she was dealing with some serious regrets about never telling him that she loved him.
It's interesting how spirits seem to come around when unfinished business surfaces.
I know my Grandpa loved my mom too. I also know that he loved me. I don't remember him ever saying it. Maybe he didn't. Still there was no mistaking it.
This night finds me incredibly grateful once again that I do what I do. And also grateful that I can do what I do for the people I love as well.
Even with the ever-growing population of us on YouTube, I still think professional lightworkers and psychics are somewhat of a rare breed. We aren't always accepted. Sometimes even what we do is rejected by our very own families. Many of us have to create completely new tribes for support in life. Hard to blame the families. Many of them were taught that psychic stuff was "of the devil". It's hard for a God fearing person to cross that line and be friends to or supportive of someone that they believe is parked pretty firmly in the enemies camp.
It was hard for me to deal with the fact that I was psychic when it first came up in an unavoidable way in my life. I tried for two weeks to remember when I had made a deal with the devil and why I didn't have any recollection of that event. Finally I had to just face the idea that maybe some of the things that I was taught by very well meaning people when I was a kid, weren't exactly really true.
I was lucky when I came out to my family. They seemed to have less issue with it than I had.
I really didn't plan on coming out to them anytime soon. I lived over 800 miles away when I first found out about "my abilities". But my Grandpa had a hand in that too. He visited me at one point, and he told me very clearly to pass along a particular message to my father. I debated with him on that for a long time. I really didn't want to do that. But grandpa insisted, and after two weeks of procrastination, one Saturday I laid down on the grass in the park and dialed my dad. I stepped into that conversation gingerly. Finally saying to my father, "Grandpa came to visit me about 2 weeks ago."
A moment of silence followed, then "He did?"
I responded: "yes he did."
"What did he have to say?" were my dads next words.
I told him about some of the stuff we had talked about and then I told my dad, "he also wanted me to give you a message."
"What is it?"
"He wants you to know that he is with Grandma in Heaven."
(My Grandma had died when my dad was a little kid and my Grandpa had tried dating because he wanted his kids to have a mother figure in the house, but had never remarried. I don't think his heart was ever in it. He just missed Grandma too much, even by the time I came along.)
My dad shared with me after I had passed along the message that it had just been about a couple of weeks before I called him that he had been wondering If Grandpa and Grandma were together now.
My dad has never criticized or asked me to reconsider my communications with spirits. That happened in 2012.
When I came out to my mom a few months later, it was by asking her if she would like me to pull some tarot cards for her and see what came up. She was willing enough and I did a 12 card spread for her and translated what I was seeing without having any idea of the context of how it fit into her life. As she heard me explain what I was seeing though, she knew exactly what it was all about. She also never criticized me or my work with the spirit realm.
Tonight was a night of realizing how absolutely blessed I am to be able to pass things like this on to the people that I love....and from the people that I love as well.
What I do for a living is extraordinarily satisfying to me. Even when I'm working with a client that I'm only just meeting for the first time ever. And even more special and sweet on days like today.
Peace out everyone.
Amista
