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, So, here's one for the archives 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 Modern 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!