The age where life stops giving us things and starts taking them away

"Brutal couple of years, huh,

Charlie? First Dad, then Marcus."



"We seem to have reached the age where

life stops giving us things 

and starts taking them away."

Dialogue from

"Indiana Jones & The Kingdom Of
The Crystal Skull"

Everything new is old again Or We have the technology, we can save him!

Sherman set the Way back machine...Where are we going Mr. Peabody? To the Mean streets of a Cold, Cold War Canadian City, 1957 not to be exact! Don't you mean the "Clean Streets" Mr Peabody!!! Uh, No, Two young, but very experienced Royal Canadian Mounted Police of the narcotics squad, had infiltrated a Drug kingpins operation and were set to conclude their undercover investigation by catching the forces of darkness in the act. All was set to go as the Mounties planned, except for the crooks being tipped off. The Constable's lookout had succumbed to the wounds inflected from two ice picks piercing his Jacket, Skin, Rib Cage, Lungs and finally his Heart. As the murderer approached the remaining Mountie from behind. My Father jumped, taking wounds to his abdomen. "It was him or me, you don't want to know the rest" he told my sister. I never heard any mention of the incident first hand.

I knew that he had a dark past, the walls between us were far too thick and high to have commenced in my life time. Yet and to our mutual benefit we experienced Chi, primarily physical work, and finally some of the more esoteric side. Chances are if you're caught behind a slow moving car, it's a retired police officer! My Dads' training in observation and analysis had been burrowed so deep that, going for a drive ANYWHERE! Was an exercise in frustration, embarrassment, extreme yelling followed by an ice cold silence that often lasted for days. Thirty years on, I'd spent the majority of my Fathers last few trips around the Sun, driving him to sales calls, Doctors, tests, hospitals and eventually farewells. Apparently he was mortified to sit next to me in the passenger seat. I'm not a slow driver...no accidents...Jedi like reflexes and a tendency to forget directions, I'm a guy!!! let it go! Suffice to say we got to know each other much better for we experienced the best and the worst of each other on the road.

Reiki wise, he was the catalyst in developing 24/7 continuous healing! Even reiki was love hate. "You're doing this for a living?" he'd chide even after Doctor after Doctor commented on rapid healing and ability to erase scars. Well towards the end he asked to be worked on: although the walls never really came down, he did manage to float out over them in a life affirming out of body experience. Family and R&B were is two loves and my last night in the Hospital with him was spent hand in hand grovin to SRV, Jimmy Smith and every Chicago Blues Man I could download. He had lost ability to communicate days before, but between distance, the occasional raised eyebrow and faint grip we read each other. The next day the palliative care specialist told us that continued visits would be too hard on the family and it would be better for all concerned to say our good byes. Dispute total liver and kidney failure, he spent the next twelve days with out anything other than "something for the pain" No one recognised the reasons for the stalemate: as far as I knew, but answers do come.

Three months to the day his walls came down, I made contact. "Dovidel, how are you?!!!" said the thirty something energy. I'm fine, you realize that you've been gone three months! "No!!!" I've been sending distance everyday, Mom & Cori are very concerned that you haven't visited them in dreams! "I only just recognised you! THREE MONTHS!!! Really?. It's like walking into the Olympic stadium on opening day and can hear my name being called from everywhere in the crowd." How is it, how are you? "It's wonderful, words can't express..." But those last twelve days must have been awful? Pause,"They were, it was my penance, I had to!" Dad, we could have lifted the burden, you could of had peace. "No, that was my hell, once I served my time there was no more suffering, no pain, no regrets." Can you say that we each experience our own... "Yes, but that's over, It's over, everything is great now."

I got the impression that a lot of the crowd noise was prayer, distance and the loving acts of kindness that are traditionally done for one who've passed and can't do them for themselves: and that being in the presence of absolute love makes them forget the pain and suffering that life here has. That said my concern is that if you've never experienced the physical, you have no concept or understanding of pain. Wrath, anger, love and compassion, yes. For the moment I'm not sure how humanity can evolve, If the Creator has no idea just how awful physical pain is.

Since my Father passed over, a very dear life friends' mother succumbed after a very long and painful decline. My Anne's mother is also suffering in ways that I believe, if the creator had any idea how horribly awful their children are suffering, for no reason other than our bodies can't be shed like a snakes skin. Knowing how enchanting, loving, giving and wonderful Rochelle and Lilly presence on earth has been, their suffering is the shame of the Creator.

What's the point of this: We are aware and in touch with the closest to on high. Some of us engage with the creator. My wish is that we make enough of a petition, of a noise, get enough advisers, angels ET all to understand pain, that all new arrivals are debriefed in a limbo, absent of majesty and beauty that causes our essence to reboot in to Bliss before accounting.

Nameste

Touche Bass

A great nation is like a great man: When he makes a mistake, he realizes it. Having realized it, he admits it. Having admitted it, he corrects it. He considers those who point out his faults as his most benevolent teachers. —Lao Tzu

1-Distance and the nature of Chi, Ki, Love.

Still kicking and screaming, actually, processing like the BP disaster in the Gulf. Never before has so much information been available. At the core of every culture, religion and society is a truth that has been hidden in plain sight. It's just LOVE! Love as a silent expression of gratitude and appreciation for the World we have. Prayer isn't the words or tombs of prose, it is the feeling of joy, "Agape"

Islam summons it's followers to praise the creator, how many times a day? Jews have 613 laws, if followed, one is in a constant state of gratitude, there is a prayer for freekin everything! Misfortune is seen as an opportunity to serve, to grow. Buddhist Masters will tell you that the chanting isn't the prayer, but the feeling of exaltation that is the connection. Meditation, being in the moment, the Dervish will tell you it is connection to everything that he trance like, whirling creates. Huna, Ho'onoponopono, Indigenous peoples love and respect for the connectedness and responsibility, the gratitude for all who came before. In Reiki, it is the gratitude of service for the energy that we are a medium for.

Quantum Physics observes that observation and intention directly effects the outcome. It also demonstrates that everything is connected. Cells communicate via measurable photons of light. What does that say about consciousness?

In reiki we are encouraged to reiki "everything" Car Batteries, use your imagination, Is a principal stated in the first level. Reiki the Moon, reiki a lake, river, glass of water. Everything is energy, everything is alive, Send positive intent and gratitude to the most obscure thing you can think of.

Still with me?

Distance attunements Work! We are all connected. What I said before about computer screens, find a master...work with the energy the same way a baseball pitcher uses the air to make the ball curve dip and swivel. The way a golfer uses the grass on the green to guide the ball into the (w)hole. Gurus' who manipulate matter and energy, to them it is clay waiting to be molded. How do you know how much pressure to put on a knife spreading butter on toast? Too much and you'll tear and rip the bread. You just do it.

Chi, Ki, universal energy, LOVE, can be manipulated the same way. practice, doing it. We don't need to know how or why or what, Reiki everything and express gratitude for everything. I love the colour red that Coke uses. The stuff in the can pushes your bodies energies to the limit in digesting it fast before it damages you. But, geeze, I really love that red!

Just for Today, for right now, realize that you can email anyone! Author, scientist, actor, artist, EVERYONE!!! Use this "tool" to find something or someone to reiki! Send love, gratitude to the person who improved the feel mouse your holding! reiki the mouse! Reiki the chair tour in now, on the bus, in the car, at the cinema,etc!

If you haven't seen "What the Bleep" go to You Tube and watch it, then reiki the person who posted it!, email Dr. Emoto or Lynne McTaggart! Then reiki Les Paul, John Lennon, email Yoko! She's on twitter. Reiki Einstein, Lake Simcoe, Reiki Japan!

The supply of love is infinite! Get used to having it flow through you.

Bless you for your comments, they reminded me about this blog!

Reiki Tim Burnners-Lee, he invented HTML! Reiki Steve Jobs,

Oh!!! reiki your Mac!

Put your hands over your heart and reiki your heart, Love yourself and reiki somethings Mom too.

My confession...I received a distance attunement for Level 1 and I'm getting level 2 again in 36 hours!!!

There is no limit on your ability to send, to love... You are a limitless being!

Oh Yeah, yeah,Yeah! Now on line I am stating that I am a Neo-Lennonist!

Goo goo ga joob! ...Just a little Beatlespeak. ;-D

Nameste

Eyes Wide Shut or Lessons will be repeated. . .

If George Harrison wrote "It's All Too Much", five years into his journey, I can imagine how intimidating starting out on the path of enlightenment can be in these escalated times. So with an eye to saving you from some, hopefully most, of the pitfalls I've endured over the last three decades, these are my stories and I'm sticking to it!

This isn't about teaching, it's all about remembering! or more precisely that you have been taught everything already. You may be an Indigo trying to cope at this Blue frequency or maybe you've just realized that time is moving much faster than it ever has. Hopefully you have or are about to realize that it's time to wake up and ramp up for this Amazing Journey. If you were wondering what's up with 2012 or have read any of the current round of books about the law of Attraction or are a fan of Star Wars, Harry Potter, Medium or the whole Spiritual genre, something has rung true for you. The first time I read Carlos Castaneda's "Don Juan" I remembered that I used the "Sorcerers Gate" as a way to run through forest paths at summer camp when I was 8 years old, it just made sense. Since then I've had more "uh huh" moments and I still do as I continue on my path of remembering.

So whether you are a nubie or just finished another course at The Rocky Mountain Mystery School's Metaphysics Graduate Academy please read on and and by all means enjoy.

As the title of the blog hints, I've done all that I could to avoid fully committing to admitting that what I'd been experiencing and learning, err , remembering was "REAL". I actually tried to put things on hold by going back to traditional university for a BA and some Grad school. But Reiki and my guides kept on pulling me back in! So here I am, Hi, My name is David and I'm a Light Worker! ...everybody..."Hi David"

Reiki found me in the early eighties and I've done some seriously grand work with it. I found the Reiki wars all to distasteful. . . Usui Vs the scorned Dr Ruth's Alliance, which eventually spilled over to every freekin Reiki under the sun! It's source energy, the rules are that you need to keep growing in it, find a Master, not a computer screen and get attuned! The more you do the more you'll be able to do. In order to see through the rules you need to be able to see through the rules.

So here's a little story about distance healing and a tough lesson learned.

The one friend I had who was interested in my "Reiki stuff" had the nerve to return to Canada from Africa deep into meningitis. The trans Atlantic plane ride was primo real estate for this nasty disease to incubate and no sooner had he returned home, we had to bid him farewell. Twenty six years on planet earth had taught him all he needed to remember and while most would weep over his departure / elevation, as is usually the case, Bradly left no loose ends behind, save for his ticket to see Joe Jackson.

The eve of the concert arrived as Mickey, Brad's best friend and I made our way into Roy Thompson Hall. RTH is a plush soft seater usually used by the Toronto Symphony, but that night I sat in Brads seat along with two thousand other post punk, now "old" wave fans to listen to what a late eighties Joe Jackson could deliver. As the lights dimmed, it really hit home that Brad was meant to be there, so I tried something new. I'd been doing distance reiki for a little while and thought, why not try to send some Brad's way, if the soul lives on he might be able to enjoy the show posthumously. So I began sending reiki energy to him (in the spirit sense) during the concert.

The response I got was a very casual. "What are you doing? ! ?" kind of vibe, so I explained that we were at the concert with his best friend and I thought that he might enjoy the show from our "side". "No, no, no, You don't understand! Now I'm part of the music!, check it out from my end!" So I did, I sat sending and grinning like an idiot as I was hyper aware of everything. I wasn't familiar with the bands recent material, yet I could feel the energy, knew what was coming up, what was nailed and what wasn't up to the rehearsed standards.

From that time on when ever I went to a concert, I'd do my "sending ritual" and ask the artist if I could experience the performance through their energy. Some said yes others, no. Some were processing so heavily through their music that it was too painful to stay in the flow. One just invited me sit side stage and watch along with their conscious self as their being acted as a pure conduit for the music! But all that's for a future blog.

Five years had passed and as far as I was concerned the world was in order, I had found a way to use reiki to enhance my experience as a music fan without having to share the news with anyone else. It was fall 1991 and I was enjoying my own Queen Renaissance! Although the band had fallen out of favour in the US since their "I Want To Break Free" video was done in drag and the great British comedy tradition wasn't quite, "accepted" in America, I had been swimming in their first three albums since the start of summer. It was also a wonderful time as my sister Cori had given me a copy of Richard Bach's "Illusions", (Yes, the Blogs title is an absolute homage to this wonderful insight full fabulous book) and our friendship grew stronger by the conversation.

Why is it that we always remember where we were at the worst of times? That afternoon I was discussing dissolving clouds at Cori's apartment when she asked me if I had heard about Freddie Mercury?

"He has Aids"

It was like seven live hand grenades had been tossed in my lap. The six months of Queen wasn't coincidence, it was a call for help and one that I had been too dim to recognise! "Quickly, quickly, Get into the space. . . start the ritual. .. ask permission. . . Hello Freddie. . .

The response. . ."Where have you been? It's too late"

Somewhere between Luke Skywalker and Peter Parker being told that with ability goes responsibility, I had dropped the ball. Cori had seen me in tears, processing at a Paul McCartney concert (I am a Beatle Maniac...but that's for a future blog) , but she never expected my reaction to her news. I was more God smacked then the second week of December 1980.

What had I done? I'd been doing distance exclusively on musicians for five years and even if it was only in the classifieds of ethereal versions of Melody Maker and Rolling Stone, the news got to Freddie's higher self and instead of sending, I just took.

Could I have done anything for him? Yeah! I'd done reiki at workshops where people were able to process, achieve, settle and grow before they passed. Could I have done anything more stupid? Again, yeah! I stopped doing distance. I stopped going to concerts. In shutting down I had betrayed all the Masters and teachings handed down to me with the trust that I would use them in service. But most of all I denied my abilities and gifts and to add further insult to injury, I spent the next four years out of the energy and in University.

Time wounds all heels and some time late in my senior year I did run a reiki workshop on campus. But in hindsight, I had been taught my biggest lesson before I ever set foot on campus. To be aware, and ask why is this unique thing happening? Why has this person come into my life? How can I be of benefit and serve others by and with this ?

In the day to day world of time and ego, as muggles we say "if it seems too good to be true, it must be" But NO, not so in the real world. When things exceptional and unusual happen, we Need to ask why and do what is it we MUST to appreciate and accommodate the reasons for it showing up and being put in our face.

Fifteen years later, I'd tuned into Neil Young in the same fashion. I'd been downloading tons his music and it seemed that every time I turned on the radio and even when I changed stations in the car, anything and everything from Buffalo Springfield, CSNY or just Y was playing. Uh, I'd like to buy a vowel, Pat! . . . I was in the driving with my wife Anne when I remarked about the current way cool phenomena.

"Have you asked him why" said Anne.

(Anne & I had passed weird a long, long time before and this kind of question was par for the course!)

DOH!!!

So In I went and saw an image of an uncomfortable Mr Young with a huge disfiguring bump on his head. I set up 24-7 reiki (I figured out a way to put full strength high quality energy sending on a kind of auto pilot. . .But again, that's for a future blog) and thanked Anne for reminding me to see the bigger picture.

The next morning on the drive into work, Q107 Classic Rock Radio reported that Neil Young was in stable condition following brain surgery the night before!

"Sigh", Lessons will repeated until they are learned.

Namiste!

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