Memory Backwards...

I love stories of synchronicity... so here's one for you.

I'm at this folk/rock concert seeing my favourite lil Scottish troubadour in a large warehouse filled with 600+ bodies. My lil folk singer, halfway through the set, introduces her next song by telling us how it came to be.

She read this piece in a magazine, a Vancouver-based arts rag - and it moved her so much that she contacted the author to ask permission to use parts of it in a song. The man she contacted was thrilled, told her that he had in fact been working on another piece, a screenplay, based on that work and that she had come around at the perfect time - "help me finish it" he said. She gladly obliged and wrote a beautifully melancholy song that shared the piece's title.

Fast track to a yesterday, nearly a year later - said artiste is now on tour promoting her new album, which features the melancholy song I spoke of. I have been listening to it constantly - and know every word. I attend the concert. The chanteuse introduces the song and suddenly I realize what's happening. The man she's speaking of is not just "some writer" - he is my old mentor and university instructor from my school days on the other side of the country. I haven't seen this man in 4 years, but have thought about him constantly and have been meaning to email him. Voila - he's been brought to me!

So I find him in the crowd and head over to catch up.

I have no words for how great I think these moments are - when the universe reminds you that it's not as big as it seems and that we're all connected.

Love it!

Reiki Power!

My life has been a beautiful tapestry of synchronous moments - when particular turning-points have been dictated by the universe and not me. I recall specific moments - like the time my friend on the other side was anxious to talk to me. Signs for psychics everywhere. I would open the phonebook - on the page for psychic ads. The radio show that day would have a psychic guest.

Or more recently, I came across Reiki. I was reading about scientific studies on healing through the hands. They naturally mentioned Reiki. I did my daily blog and in looking for images, I stumbled across Reiki. Then I went to yoga that night. The instructor, out of a room full of people came over to me and touched my back during one of the resting positions. Later, I inquired about it, because it had so relaxed me, just that light light touch. She casually said "I put a little Reiki in it". This was, let me remind you, within 24 hours of all that other Reiki stuff. It was like, 'okay, universe, I get it'. The fact is, I was meant to get into Reiki at this time.

The more I looked into it, the more I thought about the wonderful things I could do if I knew Reiki. I would visit my friend with brain cancer and give him Reiki sessions. I would help my husband with his constant indigestion. I would even help myself with my heart chakra, which seems to be doing a spring cleaning of sorts these days.

So I started researching the how and wheres to becoming a Reiki healer. It turns out that you can't learn the Reiki, exactly. Instead, a Reiki master has to give you the energy force. I don't quite understand this, except that it seems that by the act of receiving this from a master, your system gets cleaned out, like a giant chakral colonic. And then you become a conduit for it - able to use it to heal yourself and others.

Kinda makes me want to don a cape and spandex - and shout "Reiki power!" into the sky.