Over share perhaps?

I've been debating whether or not to share these last two events because they may seem over the top. But this is a journal after all, so I will.

So, at around 2:30am (May 29th) I woke up and then got up to go to the bathroom. When I stepped outside my bedroom, my daughter met me in the hall. She was upset because she said she had a bad dream. We went downstairs to the bathroom together. Afterwards, I walked her back to her room, tucked her in and she went right to sleep.

When I got to bed, I started to drift off, but then I felt like I was hearing something and I was expecting either my daughter to get back up or her little sister to come in so that I could take her to the potty. But then the next thing I feel is that we lost power and the night lights are out. So I wake up a little more. I was going to wake my husband up to call Unitil.

Next thing I see is a middle aged African American woman kneeling at the end of my bed. I freaked out. She then took my left hand. It came to me that her name was Maria. hen another woman appeared. She was wearing a blue outfit, like something a woman from India would wear, like a long shirt and flowing pants. She had black hair and light skin and a happy calm face. I wasn't afraid of her. She stood in front of Maria and then Maria laid on the ground and faded away. I don't know who this woman in blue was. But now that I'm thinking about it, I think she was a guardian and she pushed Maria back in an effort to comfort me. I don't think that Maria was trying to hurt me, but I think something bad happened to her and that she wanted me to know and my fear and freak out was just her energy transferring to me.

I woke my husband up and we talked about what happened... He was very supportive. Later that morning, he woke up from his own dream and said it was really weird. My first comment was; "were you flying?" and he says, "A plane crashed into the house...."

And on my way to work, I was thinking about my co-worker who's wife channels with spirits and sure enough, he was in his car right behind me when we pulled in. I told him my dreams... He said that his wife really wants to talk to me....

I'm still shaking a bit... wow.

Then June 2nd I was relaxing and searching the web on my phone... It came to me that I should know who the woman in blue's name is. And then I wondered how I would know. So, very quickly I found some information that talked about how you can find out. It was very simple instructions. Relax and start meditating and count to 20 for each inhalation. And by the time you get to 20, you should have a name in your mind or even hear the name.

Well, I think I got to maybe 7 or 8 when the name Karen came to me...but I kept counting because I thought that maybe it wasn't just Karen... and so then when I got to 20, I was 100% sure that the spelling was Karin.

So, then I wanted to look that up, because I can tell you, I have never seen it spelled that way and didn't even know a thing about it.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karin_(given_name)

Meaning	pure

When I saw what the name means, I felt such a burst of energy I cried a little.

Becoming a Reiki Master

I'm scheduled to become a Reiki Master Teacher in July with Libby Barnett. So many good things are coming together! <3

Work begins on the new space

Over the weekend my husband and I began the renovation of the studio space that will be used for my Reiki practice space.

Video walk-through

So excited to make the next step in my journey

I am very happy and excited to announce the opening of my private Reiki practice. I will be setting up a fantastic space in my home that is an ideal area for providing Reiki healing. I will be renovating a walk-in basement studio apartment in my house that is currently our exersize room. It's a fanastic space with it's own private 3/4 bath, a kitchenette, cable, phone and windows facing the rising sun from the eastern skies. There's ample room for yoga, meditation and of course a Reiki table. I also plan to have a small office desk and sitting area for consultations and coaching. I've selected the paints and general decor and will be replacing the flooring. I hope to have a grand opening in the next few months, but will take sessions on a soft opening basis.

Connections continue

I saw a co-worker Alison walking in the hallway . She looked really stressed out so I decided to ask her to join me for a tea break. Over tea in our small office kitchenette, I started to talk about Reiki. I mentioned who I took my training from (Libby Barnett) and that she even co-authored a book. Then Alison says, "Is the other author named Maggie (Chambers?)" I replied, "Yes."

So it turns out that Alison is good friends with Maggie's daughter and personally knows Maggie.

HA!

So we finally meet

Today I met my half-sister Maureen. I was nervous, excited and a little anxious, but when she arrived, it was lovely. The first few moments were surreal. Right away I noticed that her wedding band and engagement ring were extremely similar to my own. She dressed in the same fashion as I would wear (blue jeans, a nice shirt, clogs and a scarf. I have the same scarf, but just in a different color.) There's so much to share, but I'll just touch on a couple things.

So, she saw my Reiki certifications and noticed that Libby Barnett was my instructor. And Maureen says, "Libby was my instructor too!" Seriously!? Come on!!!

We started to talk about theta brain waves and holistic healing. I was talking about my appointment with April Adams yesterday and learning about dropping into theta during meditation. Maureen is very familiar with this and mentioned some other meditation specialists (forgetting the name right now.)

We talked about our families and shared some childhood stories.

Although we only met today, she and I had a lot of similar mannerisms and her husband was laughing when I made a comment, it was something she said often to him.... (again, forgetting what I actually said...)

I'm really looking forward to creating this new bond with my sister. It's so amazing to connect with someone over metaphysical philosophies AND have it be my own sister.

Great little story

The other night during my children's bedtime ritual of making up little stories before lights out, my 4 year old daughter told this story;

"Once upon a time there was a book named Bob and he could read himself. It was really great because he was a story and he could read his own story to himself....."

And she went on to tell us his little adventure.

Later on I couldn't help but think about those first lines... he could read himself. What an excellent metaphor. If people were books and we could read ourselves..... Know your own story. Sometimes I think we get so distracted by life, we forget our own story. I don't mean, what we ate for lunch, but what we're really doing here on Earth. What is the story we need to know about ourselves?

Something to think about.....