Marching to a New Beat

Ever have one of those days where everything seems to be in sync? A friend needs a hair tie - you happen to have one in your pocket; you need confirmation about a personal matter – the right person is there to guide you. That was me, a few days ago…with my friend Sarah. The immense gratitude I feel for what transpired on that day continues to fill me with enthusiastic joy, love, and gratitude - especially for the unexpected turn my life has recently taken. If only I had opened my arms and trusted the universe years ago, perhaps I would be further along in my mystic journey noticing the beauty of synchronistic moments.

After my Kundalini experience last fall, strange things began happening. This may sound insane, but once I became "attuned" I have been able to sense and “see” things while performing Reiki. An energy I had never known was introduced during my first session and I will forever be grateful for it. The visions I acquired during sessions were a gift because I knew they came through a source of love and when shared with the intended client, a type of transformation, understanding, and/or healing would occur. But for the past several weeks I wondered if the Reiki skills I had developed were dwindling. Clients would get on the table and I’d do my thing, but something… changed. Although I could sense and physically feel the energy, I wasn’t receiving visions like I had experienced earlier in my practice. The truth was, I missed those validating cues from the universe, many of which were vivid and spot on. Now I wondered, was I “losing my touch”? This concerned me because I had volunteered to provide sessions at a local outdoor event and wondered if I should cancel.

As my monkey mind took the wheel, fear began to creep. Should I even do this event if I no longer possess the juice? I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time. But when I learned that Sarah, the apprentice who I had come to respect and honor during my internship, had volunteered and would be working beside me, I decided to honor my commitment. If I was meant to “fail,” at least Sarah would be there to help me pick up the pieces and perhaps guide me onto another path.

While waiting for passersby to sign up for a free, hands-on session, Sarah and I began to chat. She’s one of those souls you feel like you’ve known all your life. I felt safe enough to disclose my insecurities to her. “Sometimes I think I’m losing my abilities. I don’t get those visions like I used to,” I confessed. Her smile and nods told me she’d been through the same as she assured me this was normal.

“These abilities come into our system, and it takes time for them to digest. I think it takes a while for our bodies to recalibrate and adjust to the energy,” she confirmed. This made sense to me as I chewed on her every word. “Things got really quiet for me during my digestion period, too. I thought the same thing – I actually thought I was going crazy at times.” Really? Her abilities took a hiatus too? Sarah - the one who seems to have all the cool psychic insight? The fact that she was sharing this with me made me feel…normal. And when she said this assimilation period helps us from becoming overwhelmed, it was like the heavens opened. I swear a gold light must have beamed down and triggered the singing angels. This chit-chat with Sarah was exactly what I needed to hear and was music to my ears.

When the first person signed up to lie on my table, a portal of some sort must have opened because before I knew it an intense inner knowing started pouring in. I didn’t experience any visions but as soon as my hands rested on this gentleman’s shoulders, tears began streaming down my face. He had experienced a lot of traumas – I could feel it. Then one-by-one each person who signed up for a session and hopped onto the “magic table” was giving me permission to connect with them. And I did. The messages kept coming. Kay’s grandmother, who had passed a few months ago, whispered that she must stop the girl drama…Kay knew exactly what it meant. Beverly’s new creative outlet needs to continue and “they” (whoever “they” is) were very pleased with her efforts…she just started a newsletter at her church. And when I touched Dylan’s hands, I knew he was a drummer. The message they were sending was to keep drumming, it’s where his personal power resides - how he connects with others. And when I was directed to his feet, I had a telepathic conversation with the “them” (a spirit?...a guide?...an angel?...all of the above???). It went something like this:

Me: “Okay, am I making this up? Is he really a drummer? Why am I having these thoughts? If I tell Dylan what I’m ‘hearing’ – he’s gonna think I am crazy. But I keep ‘hearing’ or rather ‘feeling’ drummer! What is this about? Why do I need to tell him to keep drumming?”

Spirit: “Not your concern.”

Me: “Okay. If you are real and you are really communicating with me…through me…or whatever this is…I will ask this young man if he plays an instrument…and if he is indeed a drummer, I will know you are real… and that we have a relationship here…and I can receive your information, somehow… and that I’m not crazy…”

Spirit: “Ask him.”

When the session was over, it was a challenge to wake Dylan; he was extremely relaxed. In his groggy state, he thanked me and said he felt calm. This comforted me because I knew I was about to wake him up with my words. As I inhaled, I drew in as much courage as I could muster hoping to God, I wasn’t crazy.

“Um….Dylan, I just have to ask you…do you play a musical instrument?”

“Yeahhhh.” My question provoked a side-eye that silently scoffed, why are you asking me this?

“You play the drums, right?” my certainty surprised me. He nodded, I continued, “I need to tell you that you must keep playing. It’s healing you and supporting your well-being.”

There was a long musical tacet. Dylan was clearly shaken as he looked deeply into my soul. What is he thinking? I wondered. I watched his steady eyes slowly well. Normally I would have second guessed myself wondering if I had done the right thing, but not this time. As sure as grass is green, I held no doubt; that message had to be shared.

“How do you know that?” he said as I watched a single tear lose its grip.

With a shrug of my shoulders and a shake of my head I replied, “I…I don’t know… I just know.” And when I saw him wipe his eyes, there was a desperate plea in my voice, “Please – just keep drumming.”

“Okay.”

My heart went out to Dylan and still does. He was struggling with something - something that was deep, emotional, and none of my business. I knew the message touched a nerve. And when I asked him if I could hug him, he smiled and laughed, “I guess so, if you want.” Yes…I wanted that hug, that connection. I wasn’t just hugging a young man with human emotions; I was embracing the magic that had just unfolded between us and the universe. I’m not sure exactly what the energy was or where it came from, but it didn’t matter because the amount of gratitude and love that transpired between us all was infinite. I felt it and deep down, I think Dylan could feel it, too.

The universe has a funny way of communicating with us humans. What I have learned is that we must be open to its signs to hear its beautiful message. Just when I was expressing doubts, it stepped in with a whisper from a friend. When I thought I might be going crazy, the universe supported me through the tear of a drummer. And now as I sit here having fixed myself a cup of tea, I giggle. Not only does the universe communicate, but it often does so with humor. The Yogi teabags I happen to choose at this very moment contain two ironic notes: 1) Be guided. Listen to the whispers of the universe. 2) Your actions prove your greatness.

My sincerest hope is that you, the reader, are feeling guided too. Do you feel the nudge? Can you hear the whispers, too? I sure hope so.

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