O is for Omen
If you've read some of my previous posts you'll know I struggle with my internal skeptic, even when it comes to Reiki. Though I've been practicing it for several years now and KNOW it works, I can be skeptical. Certainly not about the results, but about what the heck Reiki really is anyway. I know the history of Reiki and have listened closely to my Reiki master, but never felt like I understood.
I did some research into acupuncture and traditional chinese medicine. I learned another energy-based modality. In these, and even in traditional western medicine, I realized that while we can usually explain what happens and when, we often don't know the how or why behind it. I realized that my path is not the one of scientific inquiry which will one day, I'm sure, explain so much of what seems unexplainable right now. No, my path is that of practitioner, of healer. Of using the tools of Reiki to help people, even though they may seem mystical to me. With this realization I felt I was ready to take the final step and become a Reiki master.
I did some research into acupuncture and traditional chinese medicine. I learned another energy-based modality. In these, and even in traditional western medicine, I realized that while we can usually explain what happens and when, we often don't know the how or why behind it. I realized that my path is not the one of scientific inquiry which will one day, I'm sure, explain so much of what seems unexplainable right now. No, my path is that of practitioner, of healer. Of using the tools of Reiki to help people, even though they may seem mystical to me. With this realization I felt I was ready to take the final step and become a Reiki master.
During day one of my master training, I shared this insight with the group. There was nodding of heads and general support around the table. A short while later I noticed a 4 inch long feather on the floor beside my chair. Knowing my Reiki master has a few feathers she uses during ceremonies, I returned it to her. No, she said, it wasn't hers. She'd never seen the feather before and wasn't sure how it may have come into her house. The feather, she thought, was intended for me and I should keep it.
Hmm. Call me superstitious, but I'll interpret that feather as a sign. A sign that I'm on the right path. A good omen.