The teacher and the student are one. There is no true difference between them.
When I began to feel the calling to teach Reiki through this blog, many doubts filled my mind. I could feel the energy of yes pulsing through every part of me—and, at the same time, there were also doubts. The ego was reminding me of all the dreadful mistakes I had made in the past. Yes, I had taught students already. I had attuned many level one and level two students—yet…was I prepared, really prepared to offer my teachings on the larger scale of a blog?
On one particular morning, as I began to type out some notes for the beginning of this blog, I took a walk in the park near my home. I was feeling full of doubt and fear. It was quite cold, December, and almost all the leaves had departed from the trees. Life looked bare. A little scary. As I walked deeper into the park, I noticed two trees, ahead, who remained tantalizingly full. Their leaves were vibrant: bright and deep reds, and the occasional flush of orange or yellow. My feet seemed to have no choice but to go toward them. I reminded myself to breathe, to be present. I brought myself back to the moment. I reminded myself that the doubts I were having were not what mattered—what mattered was the energy of that yes that was pulsing through my body; what mattered was the beauty of those two trees, calling me forth.
As I came closer and closer to the trees, I felt the familiar tingle of Reiki entering my crown. My body relaxed and my steps slowed.
I took a breath.
Who am I to teach?
As soon as my mind formed the question, another voice came. It was a loving, soothing voice full of vibrating love.
The voice said: The everything you teach is you.
The student and the teacher are one. There is nothing that the student does not already know, deep in his heart. The student has simply forgotten.
Why does a teacher teach? What is the purpose of teaching?
When the teacher teaches, she (ultimately) teaches herself. She merges into air. She sings with the birds. She celebrates with all creation.
When the teacher teaches, he knows himself and can find himself. He delights in this thing we call life, this thing we call magical existence.
When the teacher teaches, there is a paradoxical awareness that there is no one to teach and nothing to say…and yet the students appear and the flower of words can also come forth.
When the teacher teaches, she teaches herself. She learns the way.
She envelops herself in light.