“Can I have permission to enter your body?” Troy asked. I raised my eyebrows and looked questioningly at the ceiling. I glanced at my client while weighing what he was asking. I was thinking, “This (my office) is a safe space. I am infinitely protected here. If he wanted to harm me, he couldn’t be here. I have to trust.”  I replied, “Ummmm, I’ve never done this before, so this is a first. I guess if you don’t interrupt me (giving Reiki) or my client, I’m cool with it.”

His entry was uncomfortable. I said, “Back off a bit, will ya? Jeez. Slow it down.” Followed by, “I’m getting queasy. Back OFF!” That discomfort was over in a matter of seconds and soon we were one.

Sounds like a porno, doesn’t it? I’d be good at writing one but no, this isn’t that.

Troy is the deceased fiancé of one of my new clients. He came to her during her first session and then again to her second, which was on the anniversary of his death.   He asked me if he could work through me. He also said he wanted to be able to touch his lady love (my words). My client agreed and so did I. I apologized to her letting her know this had never happened, so I wasn’t sure how I would react. I wasn’t sure if I would be a babbling idiot. She smiled and giggled and told me not to worry about it.

Troy told me he was also here to give me an energy upgrade. I said, “In the past these upgrades have knocked me for a loop. I’ve got clients after her; I have to be able to function.” He smiled and nodded saying it wouldn’t be a problem.

He told me to concentrate on a circle of color. The color could be anything I wanted it to be. A marbled blue-green appeared. He told me to focus and concentrate on that and only that. When my mind would wander, he would gently coach me to return to the colored circle. I was vaguely aware that my hands were hovering over my client’s lower abdomen. I saw that I was trying to scrape away dirt, oil and debris. I was shown an image of cleaning a very dirty window so my client could “see” (deal with) the issues residing there.

Blue Green RoseI returned my gaze to the colored circle and watched as a thin red line appeared around it. Then it morphed into a rose bud and stem. It began to grow marbled roots which started as single shoots and then quickly branched out into multiples. I watched as those roots grew and spread quickly. Troy told me that these roots would help me reach more people. He also said my Work would be changing.

I was filled with giddy excitement. I thought, “Heyyyyyy. I’m not feeling any worry, anger or resentment. There’s no hatred or jealousy where I am. There’s no blame or guilt. I’m in a place that’s all love. I feel euphoric and empowered. This is amazing!”

I sensed Troy’s energy leave my body. I was rocked by what he had shown me and what I had felt. I thought, “This is cutting edge stuff! Man, girl, you’ve come far. You’ve really grown.” A feeling of being proud overruled my humility and I almost cried.

Then the dense, lower emotions returned. I felt disoriented. What the hell just happened? I did the only thing I could think to do and that was to bellow for Kyle. He popped into my office holding an unopened bottle of Mountain Dew. “What’s up?” he asked. I said, “Kyle! Oh my God. Kyle. Is this guy for real?” tossing my head towards Troy’s white shape. Kyle glanced at Troy and returned his eyes to mine. He twisted off the top of his soda bottle and said, “I dunno. Ask him.”

“KYLE!” I demanded. “YOU ask him!” Kyle stopped short of rolling his eyes as he looked at Troy again. “Dude? Are you for real?”  Not helpful, Kyle. Really. Not helpful. He flashed me an impish smile, shrugged his shoulders and said, “You are a cool chick.” With that, he vanished.

I looked at my client who was unaware of all of this. I turned my attention to Troy who had now regained his see-through human form. He was standing next to his lady. His left hand was lightly resting on her arm. My nerves quieted as I saw the look of love he wore upon his face. He turned to me, smiled and said, “You just got a taste of what heaven is like.”

(mic drop)