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    • Reiki: An Unconditional Love

      by Raven Keyes

      (Article originally published in The Llewellyn Journal.)

      I'm blessed to have spent the whole of my career as a Reiki master in venues one might label "the establishment," such as operating rooms with renowned New York surgeons, and even standing next to Dr. Oz. My book, The Healing Power of Reiki, chronicles some of my personal stories about what it's been like to bring Reiki into the mainstream. In it I describe giving sessions in the locker room of the New York Giants and behind the barricades of Ground Zero after September 11th, but there's one important story that didn't make it into the book. It was still in the process of unfolding when my final manuscript reached its turn-in date, and though I couldn't have imagined it at the time, the tale even now continues to unfold. What you are about to read has taken place over the whole of this year, a journey of hope, courage, strength, and love. With my heart wide open, I share with you the amazing tale of My Reiki Valentine.

      When Cassandra and I first met, we weren't thinking about the fact that Reiki is unconditional love. When she walked into my office, it was because she had just been diagnosed with breast cancer and her surgeon, Dr. Sheldon Marc Feldman, Chief of Breast Surgery at New York Presbyterian Hospital/Columbia University Medical Center, had sent her to me. From the beginning, Cassandra faced up to her illness with surprising gratitude. You see, she had no symptoms and found out quite by accident that she had cancer. It had been discovered when she was hospitalized for something completely unrelated. The cancer showed up in her blood tests, and before she knew it, Dr. Feldman, whose work is legendary, was performing biopsies. It was discovered that her disease was quite advanced. When he told her about the Reiki option, she readily accepted and we began a journey together that was quite "rich" as she has recently described it; rich in many ways, all of them extraordinary.

      Because of the kind of breast cancer she had and the amount of disease present, it was decided by her doctors that she would undergo several rounds of chemotherapy before having surgery; this meant that she would be having eight chemo sessions, each three weeks apart. For all those months, Cassandra came to me on the Wednesday mornings before her Thursday chemotherapy session. She called it, "her one happy appointment."

      To say Cassandra and I became friends is an understatement. We were warrior women together! Our conversations before and after sessions during her chemotherapy odyssey were extraordinary—it's incredible to get to know another woman's heart under these circumstances. It was during these talks that I was able to tell her that Reiki is unconditional love from the universe, the power that heals. She connected her own love to this truth. The Reiki sessions we had together were powerful—she saw colors, she felt sensations, she flew, she slept! Her side effects from the chemo were kept at a minimum. But what was truly remarkable from my point of view was that her spirits were always high and she was never distressed.

      That is, except for when we got to the weekend before her surgery. With her chemotherapy rounds completed, her surgery was scheduled for Tuesday, February 14th—Valentine’s Day. All the plans were quickly put in place—her brother would fly in from the Midwest to care for her after the surgery and the flight he was able to get so last minute would have him arriving while she was still in the operating room. Her niece was coming to take charge of our personal belongings while we went into the mastectomy with Dr. Feldman, which would be followed immediately by re-constructive surgery performed by Cassandra's plastic surgeon.

      On the Friday before the scheduled procedures, Cassandra was called and told that her pre-surgery blood test showed that her blood was too weak from all the chemotherapy and that the surgery might need to be postponed. She called me, very distressed to say the least. I promised her that I would do distance Reiki over the weekend with the intention of building up her blood. The distance healing session I conducted was very powerful for the both of us, and it worked like a charm. When Cassandra went in early on that Monday morning for a final blood test, her blood levels were improved enough for the surgery to go forward. So we had our date with destiny on the day of love.

      I remember clearly the moments as the surgery got under way. I was sending Reiki into Cassandra with my hands placed across the top of her head while sitting on a stool next to the anesthesiologist; I was behind the sterile field clipped high above her head so I wouldn't have to see what was going on. I could hear Dr. Feldman quietly pointing out to another surgeon on his team that the size of the tumor was still quite large, in spite of the rounds of chemotherapy. He mentioned how important her next phase—radiation—was going to be. For the rest of the surgery, which was long because of all the plastic surgery that was required following the mastectomy, things went along as usual. It wasn't until the surgery was completely over that I got the scare of my life.

      Waking up the patient is the responsibility of the anesthesiologist. Once Cassandra's surgery was over, everyone prepared to transfer her to post-op, but she wasn't waking up. Long minutes were passing without her coming around. The operating room cleared out of all personnel, except for the anesthesiologist, who called for another doctor to assist—and me. The doctors were shaking Cassandra with force, over and over, calling her name, and still she wasn't waking up. Their conversation was terrifying to me: "I didn’t give her very much narcotic; I don't understand this," said the one who had overseen the operation. "Maybe she had a stroke on the table. I think I'll give her a shot of…"

      "No, not yet," said the other doctor.

      This was the moment in which I found I had overcome my aversion to seeing blood. I marched right through the blood on the floor, took Cassandra's hand, sent Reiki through her palm, and called to her. "Cassandra, come back. The operation is over," I implored. I held my breath. "Raven," she croaked as her eyes started to slowly open. I cried. Cassandra has a memory of this. She remembers that she heard people calling her, but she didn't want to come back, because she felt she still had things to do in that other place where she was. It was my voice, and the love we have for each other, that brought her back. And, of course, the power of the unconditional love that Reiki is. I can't imagine I'll ever have a more heartfelt Valentine's gift—the gift of Cassandra’s life continuing on as part of mine!

      There were complications involving the radiation treatments, but eventually they were done and Cassandra recently received a clean bill of health from all of her doctors.

      Cassandra told me that she was "taken" with Reiki and that she wanted to study it, so we began her Reiki training together; she just recently took the final step in her Reiki studies. This past weekend, she completed her training with me and is now a Reiki master herself. I have no words with which to express what this means to my heart. And I can't begin to imagine how many people Cassandra will help, as a survivor of breast cancer, filled with the healing power of the unconditional love that is Reiki.

      Article originally published in The Llewellyn Journal. Copyright Llewellyn Worldwide, 2012. All rights reserved.

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    • DOUBLE VISION: AREN'T WE MEANT TO CROSS OVER?

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      In response to a question in a previous edition of Kajama, Astrea wrote: “A life cut short by sudden death can leave one in a wandering phase.” Also, “So many spirits are lost and alone, with no idea how to travel or move on.” I thought that when we leave our bodies at death, a friend, family member, or someone we recognize as a guide helps take us to the other side, since no doubt the passage through death can be disorienting. I thought that children were always met and guided for this very reason. So how is it that these spirits are wandering around, essentially clueless? Some clarification would be appreciated!

      – Jeannie

      Dreamchaser:

      Jeannie, what I’ve heard from people on the other side is that when we pass over, someone we trust will meet us. In some cases, it is our choice whether we go to the light or not. If someone does not go to the light, they are considered earth bound.

      I can give you an example using my own father. When he died, he had Alzheimer’s disease. He spent a lot of time in the astral world while he was living, so when he passed over, he did not want to be dead. He thought that he could just go back, and he wanted to do that. He felt like there were things he had to finish doing here. I would feel his energy around me and I would talk to him like he was in the room. We were able to work through a lot of the issues that we had left over. We were fortunate in the fact that I could sense him and “hear” him. Many people have not opened to their sight like I have, so issues cannot be resolved for them as easily, if at all. When he decided he was ready, he went to the light. I don’t feel him around too often anymore.

      Also, if someone dies tragically, sometimes they do not know they are dead. They are just confused and wonder who these people are around them. From what I understand, when that happens, the world looks the same to the dead ones, except they can also see the other side superimposed on their own world. Can you imagine how bizarre that must be? Oftentimes it takes someone on this side telling them they are dead and to go to the light and find their loved ones before they realize what is going on around them.

      Souls are ageless, so all these things can and do happen to souls that were in human bodies, young or old. We think it is horrible for a young person to be wandering around, but a soul is ageless. A child’s soul is no different from a 90-year-old man’s. It is our human nature that makes us want to help lost children. I do sometimes see the souls of small children hovering around their birth mothers. It seems like the child is not ready to leave the comfort of the earthly mother yet. Many times when a woman cannot let go after the death of a child, and cannot resume any life of her own again, it is because the child’s soul is clinging to her.

      Please remember that dying is part of the soul experience and anything that happens after our souls leave this body is a lesson as well. If a soul chooses to stay earth bound, then there is a lesson for that soul that existed before the soul even came into the physical body.

      I wish you clear answers to your questions!

      *****

      Astrea:

      Where we go, who meets us, how long we wait to go into the light: All of these are choices. Even in the first stages of death, we retain a lot of that free will. When a person feels unworthy to be met by friends or family members, they choose to wander and re-live the reasons they feel that way until they feel worthy to be in God’s sight with God’s love. For some people, this lasts seconds until free will is relinquished and they become part of the source. For others still stuck in rebellion, it’s different.

      I’ve encountered spirits of all ages who are in conflict; they can’t make any decisions except to stay chained here to the earth plane for an indefinite period of time. They don’t want to progress into heaven, because they still are in fear of the unknown. It takes a strong and willful spirit to rebel in that way, and that’s why so many of them come through to us, the sensitive people, who try to help them find their way.

      Also, even if at the time of their human death the person was old in earth years, they can choose to go to any age and any form on the other side. Very few spirits would choose to be in hundred-year-old form! Some of them go all the way back to being very young children, and that’s why they are perceived as small fries. The glimpses I have into that dimension are so fleeting that it’s difficult to describe to anyone what it is like there. The wanderers are so afraid of change that they stick to what they know and, believe me, that place is lonely. This is why often we don’t hear them speaking, only crying. It’s very sad for them because they don’t trust themselves to move on.

      Very young children, of course, go right to the light and become part of the source again. Often it’s because they have finished their karma for that particular Incarnation, and go “home” to rest in a celestial period. This is because they no longer need to grow old, suffer and die; their birth resolved the karma they had left over from former incarnations.

      However, some young teenagers choose to wander for a while before they go into that light. Often, the quietest and least mischievous teens will be the ones who are most active beyond the veil; they become the poltergeist population. Babies go immediately into the light, of course, and are met by angels.

      The simple answer to your question is, if you want and expect to be met, you will be. We get to choose that option too. What you believe is what will happen when it’s time to cross over and go beyond the veil.

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