Early on, when it was my turn to receive, I eagerly hopped up on the table and set my intention to receive this wonderful energy for my highest good and the highest good of all. The recipient is always asked if light touch is alright and there is no judgment if the recipient would rather not be touched, as touch is not necessary to receive the energy. I have always been guided to allow it and my senses vary from warm (hot even) to cool touch, a buzzing sensation or really just the feel of hands and a relaxed experience. And sometimes the Reiki practitioner is guided to have hands above the recipient, not touching. Imagine my surprise when I feel more hands than practitioners present in body. Once in a while, those of us in body will have finished but the receiver stays on the table a bit longer by explaining “I still feel someone at my feet.” We wait patiently.
Once while giving Reiki, I was at the recipient's knees allowing the energy to flow. I had my eyes closed as usual, when I felt someone stand next to me so close that we touched arms. I just assumed they were guided to be there, so I just continued. When finished, we usually step back from the table and wait for all to finish. As I stepped back, I opened my eyes and there was no one in body next to me. Years ago, I would have freaked out, but the environment at Reiki circle is one of love and compassion. And there is no fear, just awe.
After attending circle a couple of years, I was standing there giving Reiki when a word popped into my head. “Pirate”. It was not a word I expected to receive during Reiki, but okay. Again. the word popped in, “Pirate”. What was I supposed to do with this message? I tried to ignore it, but to no avail. I think The Reiki Masters wanted me to say the word to the person receiving Reiki. NO WAY. I was not about to embarrass myself. But the word would not leave my head. So when the receiver got off the table, I looked at her almost apologetically and said, “I kept getting the word “pirate” while I was giving you Reiki. I expected her to recoil or give me a strange look but she looked at me and smiled and said, “I’ve been a pirate in more than one life and I loved it.” I blinked. The embarrassment I expected to feel did not appear. I sighed with relief. Perhaps the recipient needed to be reminded of those lifetimes. Perhaps I needed to learn to trust when guided to say something. Whatever the reason, we are not alone. We are loved and supported. If anyone reading this has any experiences you would like to share, please email them to me at Julie.email@example.com . I would love to read them.