I have a story to tell you. It’s about a miracle.
It was spring, six years ago. I’d been receiving Reiki treatments from a beautiful being named Barb, a woman who would later become my teacher.
The treatments were incredible. I simply couldn’t get enough. I was booking in at least one a week. Something deep inside told me that this, this beautiful Reiki, would be the way out—the way I would transform from chronic illness into everlasting peace and joy. I knew it was possible. I knew it. I knew.
Around this time, I’d been reading the book The Essence of Reiki by Dawn Mellowship and Andy Chrysostomou. I remember feeling a profound resonance with their words.
To my great surprise, when I visited Andy’s website, I found an offer for free Reiki sessions for anyone around the world. These “distant sessions” did not require physical touch nor even to be in the same room with the master.
At this point in my life, my highly-rational, overly-trained analytical brain (I was in a PhD program at the time) was just beginning to lose its stronghold. I was beginning to trust my emotions, intuition, and the whispers of heart, even if those whispers did not seem logical.
So I emailed him.
A few days later, Andy responded. He said he’d love to do a session with me, and yes indeed, the service was a gift, totally free. From just a few short sentences, I felt his deep sincerity and devotion to his practice. I felt I trusted him. Whether this “distance” method would actually work was unknown to me, and yet I was glad to be corresponding with him, with this beautiful Reiki Master halfway across the world from me, living in London.
We scheduled the treatment for an upcoming Tuesday. Andy didn’t specify the specific time he’d be sending the energy, he only said it would happen at some point during the day.
When Tuesday arrived, I was sick at home. Couch-bound. Blankets, Kleenex, juice. All in all, for that period in my life, it was a rather typical day.
I remember it was early afternoon. I remember I was making a series of phone calls. I had just hung up the phone with someone (my mother?), and was just about to press the keys to begin the next conversation.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my back. I froze. I remember sharply inhaling. I remember looking at the clock. About 1pm.
Instinctively, I put the phone down, and stretched out across the couch. I pulled the blankets up over my chest, and simply focused on my breathing, as I stared at the white ceiling.
I felt things re-arranging inside of me. There was a kind of swishing sensation, as if gentle feathers were sweeping away dirt and debris. A few tears came. I felt my organs relax, my skin relax, everything about my whole being relax. I felt his hands, his beautiful hands, all the way from London. And I felt warmth.
I felt like I was being wrapped in a cocoon of love.
Every now and then my mind would try to jump in and try to protest about how “crazy” this was. Yet, I was able to quickly release the thoughts and return again to simply focusing on the sensations.
The session continued for about twenty or thirty minutes. I could feel the precise moment when Andy was finished. There was this palpable feeling of departure, as if someone was leaving the room.
I remember rising from the couch, wide-eyed, and walking into the bathroom. I remember looking in the mirror at my own shocked face. How was it that I had just felt the healing hands of a man in London? How was it that such love flowed through me now? How was it that this was the world in which I now lived?
Later that evening, I received an email from Andy. He mentioned the specific time he’d done the session (yes, 1pm, of course!), and he relayed to me various intuitive impressions he’d felt about my life, my illness, and about the ways I could achieve full and lasting health.
The gratitude I felt for Andy then and the gratitude I still feel today, as I write this story, is the kind of gratitude that the recipient of a miracle feels for the person who gave the miracle.
Since then, I’ve been thinking about the concept of a miracle. We’ve all heard of miracles…but what exactly is a miracle? Since my time with Andy, and since becoming a Reiki Master myself and working with so many beautiful beings, I have felt into this question.
What I have discovered is that miracles are real.
Miracles bend time and space. A miracle is a moment where the giver of the miracle relaxes into full trust in the Universe, and allows the miracle to flow through them, fully knowing that whatever happens in that moment is for the highest good of all involved.
A miracle may or may not involve the instantaneous curing of an illness, but it always always involves a moment of magic, a moment outside of the limits of the human mind, where some truth is revealed or we begin to taste the infinite possibilities of the Universe.
And, yes, miracles often involve profound moments of physical healing.
I would not be here on this planet now if it were not for Reiki.
On that fateful day in spring, six years ago, a beautiful being named Andy Chrysostomou made a miracle for me. It happened; it was real; it will forever be.
And that gratitude…the gratitude that I felt and feel for Andy, I now have the joy of seeing that gratitude in the faces of those who come to me. When my clients lay on the table before me, I lift my hands in joyful gratitude, simply dissolving my ego and allowing myself to be a clear channel of love, allowing the Universe to shape miracles through my hands.
And, after the session, when I see added light in their eyes, I know it is the light of their own love. I know that what they feel and see in me is simply their own magic.
The real magic is that the power lies inside of us. Every single one of us.
I have no special gifts or powers, and neither did Andy. All we did and do is simply trust in the Universe, and surrender to the infinite powers greater than each of us. All we did and do is yes.
This is something incredibly easy to talk about, but it takes a special kind of courage to enact.
Are you ready? Are you ready to let go of everything you’ve been told, and trust?
It doesn’t matter whether you practice Reiki or some other modality. The main point is that you surrender your small self, the ego mind, the logical rational brain, and you say:
Yes, I am ready for a miracle. I am worthy of love, and I am ready for the magic of the new. Let a miracle pour forth unto me this day. I am ready.