It has been a good eleven years ago. I was one of a group of 24 who gathered at the hills of Gembrook.
What were we doing there?
We were Reiki masters in training. All in all, we spent seven full days in those hills in that chilly month of May. Seven days it was but for many it was much longer as some had arrived earlier in preparation and some stayed after to savor the after-charge. I remember one well who stayed a full one month? Of course there was one who had to stay back being unfit to fly home as a result of burns from the fire walking.
Those were seven magical days. So magical was it that we have tried to incorporate these elements of magic into our own courses. Have we succeeded? Only those along for the ride can tell.
We had fun (and stress) with games, communicated with the unseen, mesmerized by psychic surgery, confronted and even chastised by beings. There were many regressions and emotional releases. Once we cross that path of fire (literally) something snaps. I think many of us learnt a great deal about ourselves and eventually become the greatest conqueror. For that is what true mastership is all about. Sadly many miss this point.
Words cannot describe the freedom of de-inhibiting ourselves. We can only soar if we allow ourselves to.
Where are all these fellow masters now? One or two has passed on. How are the others getting along with their lives? I wonder.
Another one or two, I know have been too busy with their material lives to bother to catch up anymore. One I know who is a real tender soul may have gone back to his native Kiwi or maybe he has found the highest truth. I believe he is the one who is most likely to succeed. Déjà vu, another has remained a gem if ever there was one.
What were we doing there?
We were Reiki masters in training. All in all, we spent seven full days in those hills in that chilly month of May. Seven days it was but for many it was much longer as some had arrived earlier in preparation and some stayed after to savor the after-charge. I remember one well who stayed a full one month? Of course there was one who had to stay back being unfit to fly home as a result of burns from the fire walking.
Those were seven magical days. So magical was it that we have tried to incorporate these elements of magic into our own courses. Have we succeeded? Only those along for the ride can tell.
We had fun (and stress) with games, communicated with the unseen, mesmerized by psychic surgery, confronted and even chastised by beings. There were many regressions and emotional releases. Once we cross that path of fire (literally) something snaps. I think many of us learnt a great deal about ourselves and eventually become the greatest conqueror. For that is what true mastership is all about. Sadly many miss this point.
Words cannot describe the freedom of de-inhibiting ourselves. We can only soar if we allow ourselves to.
Where are all these fellow masters now? One or two has passed on. How are the others getting along with their lives? I wonder.
Another one or two, I know have been too busy with their material lives to bother to catch up anymore. One I know who is a real tender soul may have gone back to his native Kiwi or maybe he has found the highest truth. I believe he is the one who is most likely to succeed. Déjà vu, another has remained a gem if ever there was one.
Sometimes paths cross and for those who recognize the great importance of our journey make the full use of it. May I always have the wisdom to do so.
1 comment:
Hello my reiki mate. not 24 of us but i think it was 33 and certainly not in may - its march. ah ha ... signs of aging. the 7 days can never be re-lived. nothing can taint it. i truly believe that if that mastership did not make great masters, it would have made a difference to our lives
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