This happened a few months back and it might not sound like much but it meant something to me. This past year I have been going to school for massage therapy and I had a great teacher, she has a real gift for teaching and introduced our class to a number of massage techniques as well as many different experiances. One of the techniques she introduced us to was energy work and healing touch, which I consider to be the spiritual aspects of massage. Towards the end of the year, in April, she had two presenters come in to teach our class about Reiki, which is a form of Japanese healing. I found and still do find it very interesting, but I am no expert on it. I got the basic understanding of what it is and how to do it, but there are still many things about it that I do not understand.
Now I have to jump back to about a month before the Reiki presenters came, back in March -St. Patrick's day to be exact- my dog, Bailey, died. We'd had him for eleven years and his death was somewhat unexpected -he was old and we knew he had been acting a little strange especially in the week preceeding his death and it occured to me that it could be coming but I didn't expect him to go when he did. My dad was away on a church trip for the weekend when Bailey died, so it was up to my mom and me to bury him (although my fiance did come over and help considerably). But in the past whenever a pet died it was my dad who buried them and then broke the news to my sister and I later, and that was sad but nothing like actually having to bury the pet. I don't know how my dad did it. I admire him for doing it though.
It was very hard, and later that night my mom (who had literally been right beside him in his final moments) told me about how it happened -I think she needed to release some emotions she had been holding, but it was very saddening to hear and stuck with me for a while. Going to bed the night he died was really hard for me because Bailey slept with me a lot, he would lay up against the outside of my left leg, from the middle of my thigh to my ankle. The house also felt eeriely quiet and empty for awhile after his death.
But when the Reiki presenters came to our class, the lady taught us about it and then allowed us a chance to practice on each other. To me, actually performing Reiki on my classmate was very relaxing, but when I had to lie down to have Reiki performed on me, I found it difficult to relax. Closing my eyes, at first, would give me a massive headache, so I just stared blankely at the ceiling and tried to zone out. After a few minuets I realized I had started to think about Bailey (I know that sounds werid but I did not intentionally start thinking of him). Then I became aware of a very warm and gentle pressure on the outside of my left leg, from the middle of my thigh down to my ankle. It even tingled a little. The next thing I remember after that was my classmate gently waking me up. I was really excited about the experience and couldn't wait to tell my family about it. I would love to have more experiences like that, those are the comforting experiences.
I know it may not sound like much, but it was to me. Thanks for taking the time to read! Comment if you like, I would love to hear what you think.:)