An excerpt from my healing sessions with a local Reiki-healer and spiritual guide. We begin with a Reiki session and then I do a guided meditation with her. We see where it will take us each time.

We ask for guides, angels and loved ones connected to Pauline to come in and help her on her journey.

I access her energy field and I notice that she is working with her throat chakra. This is a place where she is able to express herself, this is also a place where she is able to function in a way that she has always done. This chakra is very active, a place of power for Pauline. Her root chakra is very active as well. There is a tendency to be able to connect more to mother Earth. She is holding onto this connection in many ways. Her legs are her connection to mother Earth and the root chakra is very active, trying to send out signals for this grounding to take place. Pauline’s heart chakra is dimmed at this moment and her energy center is closing and opening, working hard to stay positive instead of negative.

Then I see a vision of many children, spirits, coming in. They all bring lights in the form of candles and small lanterns. The room lights up, there are so many lights around the table. Then these young spirits leave and the monk that I have seen many times before comes in; bald head, dark skin, red garment wrapped around his body.

The first thing I see him doing is putting his hand on Pauline’s heart. He says, “This heart is hurting in many ways, for this heart is grieving.”

He puts 2 drums on the ground. One has signs of wear and tear from the many times it has been drummed on, the other one is brand new. First he plays the new one; it sounds cool, almost like it has no beats to pass on. It sounds like a wave of energy that is trying to find its way, it also sounds like it needs stretching from time to time. Then he starts to play the older drum, it sounds like a wave of wisdom. It knows how to perform, how to echo the beats forward. But most of all this drum remembers all the memories of the past, this drum has so much wisdom.

The monk asks me which drum would Pauline like to play? I tell him that I do not know. He says, “Sometimes she wants to play the new one, sometimes all she can think of is to play this new drum. But she knows deep down that she is playing the older drum. The one that has her marks, tears and little pieces of leather are missing. But this drum sounds pure, it sounds clear, and it has no need to hide its clarity.”

“You see,” he says, “Pauline has gotten into the habit of seeing things the way she sees with her physical eyes. When she looks at a stairway that is too high to climb she loses her faith, her strength, and she will go to a place of defeat. And we ask her not to go to a place of defeat, for then her heart will close. There are many ways to enter a house, without having to climb stairs.”

“Speak my child, express your needs, and your loved ones will listen. Do not close the doors in front of you, for there are many ways to enter a house.”

“There is a story of so long ago, this story is of a man that had no legs and no arms. This was the way he was born, he did not know what legs or arms were, for he never had them. He learned to paint with his mouth, he learned to move on his bum. And his heart stayed open, for his mind did not make him disabled. And I ask Pauline to not see herself as disabled and to enjoy every moment. Try to see the things you can do, and bless them my child. Speak your needs, and people and loved ones will listen. Allow yourself to grieve, and then embrace this grief, for grief is part of the journey. Allow yourself to see that everything is possible. Everything you do in life can make a difference for you and for yourself. When you look in the future, bring yourself back into the now. For sometimes we forget that the now will take us into the future, when we live in the future we have no time to enjoy the now.”

Then the monk takes me to Pauline’s house. I see beautiful purple fall flowers still in the garden. “These flowers will be put to sleep,” he says, “as soon as the snow starts to fall. Their roots buried deep within the soil carry strength and this strength is needed for them to come back in the spring.”

“Pauline’s heart is not longing for a winter that will create obstacles for her physical body, but her strength is there to overcome these obstacles. For even in the winter there are many things we can do without having to see things as obstacles. When we move to a place where we only see obstacles we move to a place of fear. Our heart closes and our mind starts to enter an obstacle course that we do not want to be in. Then we dig our heels in the sand and all we can think of is, NO, I do not want to be part of it. I ask Pauline to remove her mind from the obstacle course, and to see it is a journey of learning. On this journey we do not need to win or lose, all we need to learn is acceptance, patience, giving, and sharing”

“And for Pauline this winter she is going to make some changes for herself. She is going to find time for herself to use her hands, for her hands can still paint, her hands can still touch, her hands can still hug. And she is going to use these hands this winter and she is going to see that her hands are still able to move to the direction of love this winter. She is going to try to see this winter not as an obstacle, but as a journey that she is part of.”

Then the monk puts a big ribbon on her chest. “If she could know how her life is shared with many around her and many up here, many that are benefiting from the work she is doing. Our lives on earth are created for the whole, not for ourselves or an individual, but for the greater good of all. Pauline is one of these people, that has given herself permission to move obstacles through her life’s lessons and all that are connected to her are learning and moving through the same web of life.”

“We ask Pauline to be patient with yourself to know that today is all we have. And all these moments are given and are gifts to the expression in life.”

Then he touches Pauline’s forehead and he says, “Speak your needs, speak your needs, your loved ones will listen.”

And then he is gone.