Mamma Mia

"Mamma mia, it's a game we play Bye-bye doesn't mean forever." ~Mamma Mia

One of my clients suffered a stroke a couple of years earlier and has done a remarkable job of rehabilitating his mind and body.  When I work on him, we work out some of the “kinks.”  Some of the energy signals in his brain are still not making it to parts of the body so I help guide these connections.

When I first started working on him I surveyed his body to see where the stroke was and how it had effected his body.  I could see that the stroke happened on the left side of his brain, and effected a baseball sized area of his brain behind his ear.  It also effected movement on the right side of his body, face, mouth, speech, ability to write (specifically his thumb and pointer finger) and walk.

Working on him is always an amazing experience. When I send Reiki energy through the specific areas I can see the muscles twitching beneath the skin. To me, it appears that the Reiki energy activates connections in the effected muscles and nerves and sends the signal back to the brain.  Often, my clients will feel tingling, sensations of heat, and movement.

When I was working in his throat chakra (located over the throat), my entire face went numb and I couldn’t move my jaw or tongue.  This scared me until I realized it was his symptom from the stroke.  After I realized that, I was able to release the energy and concentrate on helping the brain, jaw and tongue fully reconnect.

While working on his hands, I began getting an itchy feeling between my pointer finger and thumb.  This kind of sensation signals to me I need to pay extra attention to the area. I began directing the energy from his brain, down his arm, and out his fingers.  When I no longer feel resistance (a clog) in the energy, I move on.

When I moved towards his waist, I immediately sensed a presence in the room-- and she felt pretty darn physically close to me.  I tuned into what I was feeling and soon realized this spirt was my client’s mother.  She was participating in the healing session-- but was also distracting me.

His mother is Italian.  Need I say more?  She’s the kind of mom who would start wiping something off your face with spit when you are trying to act cool in front of your friends.  She just didn’t care.  She would even vacuum his room when he was sleeping early in the morning because “she had things to do!”

I recognized his mother from a previous reading I had done for him.  She was, (surprise!), very close to her son, and repeatedly told me how much she loved her son, missed having pretzels with him after school and tucking him in at night.  She showed me what his bedroom looked like as a kid, so I was able to describe exactly how it was decorated.  It turned out, they enjoyed pretzels everyday after school, and his room was exactly as I described.

During this session, she emanated, this is my son and I need to attend to him.  She was happy I was there working on him but she seemed concerned that part of his midriff was showing. I kept feeling like she wanted to pull down his shirt.  She wouldn’t leave the area I was working on and so I could hardly concentrate on the healing at hand (no pun intended!).

When I finished the session, I asked him if his mom was the type of mom to be fixing his clothes when he was talking to a friend. “Yes! She was! It was so embarrassing!”  I explained how she was so concerned about his midriff showing and kept distracting me--he laughed and so did I.  After the session, he reported that he was better able to write and could now place weight on his right leg--and I was happy to help.

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The Message

"I don't look at this as a religious based thing. To me this is energy based."  ~John Edward (Medium)

While my “gift” isn’t being a medium, sometimes I get information for a client that comes from someone who as crossed over.  Often these spirits are both trying to heal themselves and the person I am working on.

One afternoon I was doing Reiki on a client who had pulled a muscle.  Throughout the session I discussed the information about her body and chakras and gave her some advice about things she could do to help her body heal faster.

Later that night, I was dreaming about anatomy (as I often do), when I suddenly heard my client’s (from earlier in the day) cell phone ring.  I remember coming out of the dream confused as to why I was “hearing” her cellphone (my friend Gemma and I refer to this as “spearing”--spiritual hearing). That’s when the lights in my bedroom flashed on, and then went out!  Holy moly!  I was scared!  What the heck was that?  This was totally not cool with me.  When things like this happen, I know there is a spirit who has a message that needs to be delivered.

It has been perfectly described to me (thank you Susan!), that people who are in my line of work have a “spiritual light bulb” over their heads.  We stand out to the other side, as someone who can help with communication between worlds.  We are like telephone booths.  Anyway, I was scared (I can’t even watch scary movies!), but I knew I could firmly tell the spirit I was not going to engage until I was ready--which would be in the morning.

Early the next morning, in meditation, I decided to talk to the stranger in the night.  When I say talk, I’m not actually using words that come out of my mouth (I’m not that crazy!).  I just communicate through thoughts (more normal)--which is just energy.  That’s when I discovered I had an important message to deliver.

This spirt was my client’s brother who had recently passed.  He wanted me to inform his sister there were two nurses in the hospital who were responsible for his significant decline in health.  One of the nurses had inserted the breathing tube incorrectly and the other nurse knew about it, but didn’t say anything about it.  I could see where he was located in the hospital (second floor all the way at the end of the hall) and I could describe what the nurses looked like and their ethnicity.  I even knew one of the nurses names.

I delivered the message to my client with much trepidation-- I had to for his sake and mine. I knew it would help his spiritual journey, and if I didn’t share this information I’d feel like I was carrying a weight around for days--maybe weeks.

Low and behold, everything I said made sense.  She said with tears in her eyes, “I knew he wasn’t treated well in the hospital. I have written a letter to the hospital stating how he was treated.  I know which nurses you are referring to and I have doctors that have agreed to back me up about how he was mistreated...He was also all the way at the end of the hall on the second floor at some point during his stay. In my letter I distinctly talk about how they didn’t manage his breathing tube correctly.”

I was stunned.

I love what I do, and I’m grateful I had the guts to share this information so she could have some validation about what happened to her brother in the hospital.  I’m also glad I was able to deliver his message and bring him peace.