Sometimes, all you need to heal is love.
As I watched her walk in the door for her Reiki session, spirit whispered into my ear - fill her with love today. Pour love into her. This is what she needs. I’d never heard this particular message prior to a session before and was feeling excited to see how spirit would direct me once we got started.
I walked her into the Moon Room where, just prior to her arrival, I had energetically imprinted powerful, ancient, Japaneese Reiki symbols, creating a sacredly charged space in preparation for our work together.
Soft lighting welcomed us as the soulful scent of palo santo wafted through the air. Music filled the room like mist over water - calming and serene as my client laid down on the table, covering herself with warm blankets on this cold, winter day.
I began at her head where I placed my hands over her eyes and closed mine, concentrating on the healing energy ready to flow through me. Fill her with love, I heard again.
I set my intention to fill her with love as I continued to place my hands on her, moving the healing energy over her and through the energy centers of her body.
During a session it’s not uncommon for angels, ancestors, and spirit guides to appear in support of the client as well as myself as I provide the healing. But today was profoundly different - today, Jesus appeared.
I know how this might sound -unbelievable, weird, impossible, and perhaps a myriad of other descriptions. Neverthless, there He was.
The ultimate healer and giver of love.
I hadn’t been thinking of Him, I didn’t invoke Him, and quite frankly I’ve barely touched a bible my entire life. Nor do I attend church. It’s fair to say that for most of my life I didn’t give Jesus a second thought aside from the times I prayed for help getting me out of another self-inflicted jam. Yet here He was, standing with me in the room - something I’d never before experienced.
I felt a rush of unexpected tears streaming down my face as I worked to keep my composure. Overwhelming emotion suddenly flooded through me as I watched Him move to my client’s feet and begin to wash them.
It was incredible and at the same time my mind was telling me I was crazy - but my soul assured me that this was really happenening!
Our session came to an end and we sat down to debrief what we both experienced. I told her Jesus was present. It felt like an awkward reveal. I had no idea what religion or beliefs she held, if any - it felt uncomfortable but I knew it had to be shared.
And then she tells me this…”When you were at my feet, I experienced the most wonderful feeling, as if something heavy was just “melting” off of me”. Yes, I was there as a conduit for the healing taking place, but it was Jesus washing her feet. It was His love and dedication to her soul that she experienced.
Before leaving, she said something else that struck me. Several days earlier she had asked God for a sign. She needed to know…was he real? was he listening? And to pleeese send her a sign of his existence in her life!
So He sent his son to wash her feet and remind her that she was truly loved.