I have a lot of opinions about Reiki.
When I first started my Reiki training, I knew I wanted to learn how to teach it. It was an instant fit and I was convinced that I would then go around attuning people to it; anyone and everyone who wanted it would get it.
I was 21, and an idealist. I still saw it as an outer practice and not an inner transformation. I didn’t really understand the journey that Reiki takes a seeker on, I was thinking just about the energetics of it from a mental level. I had known about Reiki since I was 14, but didn’t have any idea about the nuances of the teachings. My family already practised a form of energy-work and I was just thrilled to hear about a practice that had a language for what we did. It took me some time to find a teacher as it wasn’t as widespread as it is now and to say I was excited is an understatement. I booked my day off work and drove to a woman’s house where three other students and I would learn our level one.
The lady was nice, she had been teaching and practicing for several years, and I tried to listen through my excitement. But I was so eager, I couldn’t take in everything that was offered up in that first layer. Looking back, the lady wasn’t a good fit and I can see how I wasn’t fully present in my body through our interactions. There were a lot of unconscious human layers that the information had to go through. A lot of perceptions about what I was doing that needed to be shifted. While I had a great time and left the training ‘high’ on energy, I didn’t really feel that I ‘got’ anything from it that I didn’t already know. I think this is quite common for students.
But I enthusiastically practised. And when a few years later, my older brother wanted to take his level one I decided to go with him to his Reiki Master who lived three hours away. I liked her, she was a natural intuitive and her home was warm and inviting. Being attuned felt like a grounding experience, I was much more present and able to hear what was offered in a different way. The teaching was the same as I received the first time, only I was different. I left feeling like if I wanted to take my level two with her one day, simply because she was a better teacher than the first. And a year later, when I was thinking it was time to take my level two attunement, I happened to cross paths with her and realized she didn’t fully remember me. If my brother hadn’t been there with me I don’t know if she would have recognized me at all. My ego felt deflated. Looking back at it I can see there were signs we were not a good fit for each other that I had ignored in my excitement to learn more about Reiki. But from that encounter, I knew she and I wouldn’t continue to work with each other.
While closer to home and still thinking I wanted to have my level two, I discovered a sign on a house that offered Reiki. I looked up the website and discovered that the man there offered classes. It turned out that they were a husband and wife team, the first ever twin flames I encountered. And even though he was the Reiki Master they taught together and were a package deal. I entered the training and immediately felt like someone had offered me magic. There were crystals involved and warm Chai tea and these two were energetically what I had been looking for since my first encounter with Reiki. With all the little hits of understanding with regards to energy work I was gaining, I completely missed that level two also uncovers what is stuck in your energy field. Let’s just say, dark night of the soul is a real occurrence when shifting vibrational frequency and it took some time to sort it out. All the while I continued to visit this Reiki Master and his wife at their monthly Reiki shares and began to feel a tentative fellowship with them and their other students as my energy blocks shifted. As I shifted, I became aware of even more subtle energy. The fellowship there wasn’t exactly as warm as projected and mirrored all the layers I needed to shift. One day within an interaction I had a subtle feeling his wife and I were not meshing. So, I took a break from Reiki and gathering with other energy practitioners and began to learn yoga and other energy modalities. I also got married and had my first child.
One day while out walking the baby I came across a sandwich-board sign on the main drag of our downtown. The Reiki Centre. Someone was opening a ‘centre’, and I got a prickle up my neck. Something was whispering to go in but it looked like they were not fully open yet and I filed it in the back of my mind. It had been seven years since my first level one and it occurred to me it was time to take on my level three. I had felt such an affinity with my last Reiki Master that I felt like I should complete my training with him, and yet there was a new centre, right downtown, just a five-minute walk from my house that I kept thinking about.
When I finally walked into the space downtown, I asked to sign up for Reiki III on the spot. She had to create a class for me. But I felt like I had landed where I was supposed to be. There are no words for the journey that the Centre took me on. Without a doubt, I was funnelled there through my own asking. And without those pit-stops at three different Reiki Masters along the way I couldn’t a recognized the depth that was offered up. The lady who was once my teacher is still my friend today. In an interesting twist, she also had ties to all my previous teachers in one way or another.
So, how do you choose a Reiki Master?
You ask. You open yourself up to learning and then follow the feelings. Anyone can ‘learn’ Reiki and go through the motions, but at its heart the process is a journey, taking the practitioner on an ever-flowing ride into self-awareness, as personal Mastery unfolds so does the nuance of the teachings…and I don’t mind sharing they are many and brilliant. That teaching is actually right there in level one, though it takes some time to see it. ❤