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The Walk
By Debbie Walker
Thursday, October 29, 2009

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I thought I went to learn REIKI and came away with much more.

THE WALK

 

I have always had a lot of different interests for as long as I can remember. I will read or hear about something and I wind up sometimes having to dig into it further. REIKI was no different. It was explained to me that it was similar to Touch Therapy. There is no mystery to me about either concept, after all mothers have been using touch therapy for years with their children. “Here let mommy rub the boo-boo” or kiss it or maybe your mother’s specialty was a hug. Nurses have also been practicing this type of therapy, back rubs, massages, to name a few. Just for the sake of simplifying, the real difference in the two is Touch Therapy you are actually touching someone. REIKI doesn’t need the touch to work and therefore you don’t need a nursing license to practice it. With either name it is simply channeling energy for healing purposes. Rather you believe in this practice or not really isn’t the issue.

 

Sometimes I have felt like I am led to things and other times I feel like I am pushed into them, the end result is the same, I have to look it all over. I made an appointment for the REIKI I session; there are several levels all requiring a master to teach them. This instructor did her first session using guided meditations. Have you ever been in a guided meditation? If you haven’t you certainly owe it to yourself to try it at least once. At the very least you will walk away very relaxed and it doesn’t require any medication!

 

The first meditation was just as I said, very relaxing and colorful. I saw all kinds of colorful shapes and spirals. If any thoughts came to mind once the meditation was over you were instructed to write about the experience. That was easy.

 

The second meditation was another story altogether for me, it is actually where this story starts.

 

The master was leading me into the meditation and we were walking in a big beautiful field. It wasn’t long before I was taking a walk of my own. I thought I was talking to the REIKI master but it seems I wasn’t. I was walking towards the edge of the woods along side of the field. I felt like I knew where I was going but I didn’t feel comfortable about the idea. I remember walking deeper into the woods. I could hear the branches snap under my feet and feel the brush against my pant leg. It was getting darker the deeper I went into the woods and I no longer wanted to go. All of a sudden I was not alone. There was someone on either side of me, just behind me. I knew if I turned around I would see no one but I was certain they were there. It has been some time now since THE WALK and I still believe these were spirits or spirit guides, if you will.

 

There really were no words spoken but I “heard” clearly. I was told I had no reason to be afraid and that we had to continue. I knew where I was going and I didn’t want to go. It’s hard to explain the fear, more like a dread and my steps felt very heavy. As we continued to walk it became lighter as we came to the edge of the woods once again. There was another clearing here and more people. This was a Native American camp. It was late in the afternoon and I belonged here even though I still felt this overwhelming dread. I walked to the group who I realized now couldn’t see me but I had been here before. I saw the older woman standing tall at the outside of the circle, I saw her hair, and I saw her clothes and recognized it all. That woman was me. For the lack of a better term I was a very respected elder and my heart was very heavy. The other women and I were dancing our steps around the outside edge of the arena; the men were dancing on the inside, as was the custom. It is a form of a prayer for us.

 

The chief was off to the side observing the activities; he also was carrying a heavy heart. He and I used to talk a great deal, when he was troubled he would come to me because he knew I knew things I had no explanation for and he had always trusted me to be truthful. There were new people who had come to our area and even visited our camp. They brought gifts that appealed to some of the more trusting of our group. The men were very happy with the new drink that was given to them. The women however were not as happy. Since these new people had arrived our men were not behaving, as they knew they should. Hunting and other necessities had fallen by the way side to our men as they spent more and more time with their newly found friends.

 

The chief and I had a few discussions but unlike in the past these did not go well. He didn’t want to hear what I had to say. I told him that his new “friends” where not who he thought they were. They had already brought us problems; our men were not paying attention to the things that mattered to us in the long run. This had to stop and he had to stop it. He didn’t agree.

 

All the while I am standing there the heavy feeling was just getting worse, I knew what was coming and could do nothing to stop it any more than before and I didn’t want to watch. The “spirits” told me that I would feel no pain, I would not be hurt but it was necessary for me to be here now.

 

The next thing I heard was the sounds of the past coming to me. The camp was being raided by the “new friends” and I saw my strong friend’s face as he realized he had been deceived for the last time. The camp again became quiet as my guides began talking to me. I already knew no one survived. It was the same as before.

 

The guides explained to me that I had left that life feeling responsible for the end result because I talked with all I had in me and it had not been enough. They wanted me to understand that it had not been my fault; I had done what I was supposed to do. They were there to tell me that I had been quiet for too long, it was time for me to talk again. They told me The Grandmothers are concerned for the children of this life and it was time for me to talk. They said what I needed would be provided for me when I needed it.

 

Then all of a sudden I was back walking in the field with the REIKI master’s voice in my ear now. Coming out of that meditation was one of the most emotional experiences I have ever had. I just couldn’t begin to absorb all that happened. But a few things became clear in a matter or seconds. The whole experience had explained to me why when I had recently been to my first Native American gathering, I knew the music and the steps. I had felt almost giddy inside, excited, like I had found a lost piece of myself.

 

I do have some Native American heritage as many people do. And there has always been an attraction for me but I never figured on an experience like this. And I have shared this experience with only a select few people since it happened. I am sure you can imagine this isn’t something you just want to start telling everyone you meet for fear that they would put you in a rubber room. But as time has moved on I have had a few more experiences that make it impossible for me to keep it to myself any longer. Today I was told by someone I would trust with my life that there were people who needed to hear my story. For me it seemed I was again being told or reminded, if you will, that it is time for me to talk.

 

I work with a woman who is so special and so sensitive; she cares for everyone. This woman has a gift of such a loving heart and thinks and feels things that she is afraid of sharing with most people for fear of their response. She is good, she is kind, and she is caring. In a world of so much pain and chaos, more caring people are needed, not people feeling they have to hide their heart. That is such an injustice.

 

After all those years ago of the witch burning days I often wonder if we have really progressed. People still fear what they have not experienced themselves. So many want to tell you why you are wrong. What does wrong or right have to do with any of it? It is your experience or your feeling or……. It just is what it is, as the saying goes. Take from it what you will and/or walk away. How many of our children are hiding who they really are? They follow what they see and hear. What are they hearing? Do you really blame them for not talking?

 

It’s funny; when I went to that REIKI session I thought I was going to learn something new that was to become a bigger part of my life. I certainly did learn something new and it is becoming a bigger part of my life, it is THE WALK and it is only really just beginning. I can only hope if you are gifted with a walk that you find a way to share it and enjoy it.

 


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