Reiki Masters

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.

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.

Beautiful Beads

While squeezing through the narrow lanes along the River Ganga, I saw this.



Aren't they pretty?

India Crossing

This remains one of my favorite images.

It was taken on the road from Dehra Dun to Dharamsala, not the main highway route but that off track route further to the west.

This crossing is actually over a dried up river bed for the bridge had collapsed. The lorry people are washing their trucks on the river. Basic as their livelihood may be but a lot of pride is present. Just as the cow is sacred because they are partners in eking out the land, so are trucks as they are part of the sustenance of life.

As the sun sets, it tells of the sweetness of rest and a meal at the end of a long hard day. It offers peace and recovery for the toil of the next day.

Fishes and squirrels and rabbits

I happened along a shop along old pudu lama and they have the biggest carps I have ever seen. I believe they call them Kois. Anyway I took a shot with my simple phone camera and surprisingly the image came out quite good. Only thing though, it does not really show how big the fishes are. Some are like 2 feet long. Imagine!

Not so free is that creature in a makeshift cage. What do you think it is? Some say it is a civet cat but the civets I have seen are not like these. Thyeir nose is sharper. This one looks more like a rabbit and a squirrel! You would never guess where this creature was caught-right in the middle of busy Ampang. Possibly wandered off from the zoo (if so, quite a trek though for this poor creature).

By the way civet cats I learnt consume berries but do not digest them. In Indonesia they eat the coffee beans and their droppings become prized coffee beans. That is why they are also called coffee rats. Check it out @ http://cancerweb.ncl.ac.uk/cgi-bin/omd?musang