Breath is Life: Carla Chapter Two

Here is Carla’s description of her experience of Reiki Fusion:

 

“Lying on my stomach, on the message table, I felt blocked. I felt like a brick with no way to ever break through. It was how I always felt, hopeless.

 

As the session started I felt like it was going to be a long silent moment. What if I didn’t have anything to say? What if I didn’t feel a thing? When Cynthia placed her hands on my feet, I was bothered by the fact that I didn’t feel any of the vibrations she asked me about. Then I was bothered by the fact that I was bothered. So I had to settle my brain a bit and just let things go. Trying to feel and feeling are two different things.

 

Moving out of thinking about feeling and just feeling was my goal. So I started trying it. Suddenly I started to see. Wispy white smoke appeared as I breathed. It flowed in and out of my chest as my breath flowed in and out. I told Cynthia what I saw. She encouraged me to continue looking in. I was patient, watching the wispy breath flow in and out. Then I noticed a dark space. The breath flowed in and stopped in this space. The wispy smoke became wispy light. As it continued to flow into this dark space, I noticed a large rectangular box.

 

During my last session, in the same space, there was a tightly wadded shiny black ball. It was wound like a ball of string, only the string was like tar. This box had the same shiny coating. I told Cynthia what I saw. She continued to encourage me to just notice and observe. So I did. My wispy breath would flow in and around the box, lighting it as if a single light bulb were hanging from the ceiling of a dark, windowless room.

Suddenly the younger version of myself appeared, as she always does, standing on a hill, hands on her hips, squinting into the sun. She was observing the box and light. I told Cynthia that she had appeared. She encouraged me to watch what happens.

 

Was there a way to open this box? I wanted it opened. The wispy breath would flow around the box, looking for a way in, but could not get in. Then I saw a circular keyhole that was black as night. It looked like it was clogged with a dark substance. The wispy light would try to work through this keyhole as I breathed, but it seemed like there was no way in.

 

I decided I would make an opening for the light. I used a long silver object and poked through the blackness. The wispy light was able to flow inside the box. Rays of light escaped from the box’s seams, where the top was placed. Those rays of light began to light the dark space around the box.

 

The younger me wanted to go closer but hesitated. She needed to know it was okay. I told Cynthia, and she encouraged her to go, so she walked down the hill to the box. When she got to the box, it was smaller than it appeared from the hill. She was standing up against the front, near the keyhole. The top was just above her head. She wanted to look inside to see the light filling the box, so she lifted the top and pushed it all the way open. The top hinged away and folded against the back of the box.

 

The younger me looked inside and saw light swimming and flowing within the box. It did not light up the entire space, but stayed within the confines of the box. She wanted to feel the light. Would it be warm? It looked inviting, so she climbed in the box and lay on her side. She curled up into a little ball and let the light flow over and around her.

 

I told Cynthia, who had her hands on my back, behind my heart. She asked me how the light felt. The younger me was warm and happy, feeling the light shining all the way through her. I observed a warm feeling in my chest, where the box was perceived. It started to spread all around and down my back.

 

I was quiet for a while, feeling the light shining through me and my younger self. When Cynthia asked me what was happening, I noticed that my younger self had started dancing within the box, dancing with the flow of the wispy, warm light. She was beaming and so happy. She was dancing without thinking. She was doing what felt good and right, not what was expected of her. When I told Cynthia, she was excited for the younger me.

 

Then I told her my younger self had kicked down one of the walls. It was the front of the box, one of the longer sides of the rectangle, where the keyhole was. She felt her happiness was confined and wanted it to spread. When she did that, the light began to spill out from the front of the box. She liked that, so she kicked the back of the box, the other long side. This wall fell as well and the wispy light spilled out of the back as well.

 

She walked over to one of the shorter sides and pushed it down, with a big smile on her face. She was so happy to be destroying the confinement. Finally the last wall only took a slight poke of the index finger and it was down as well.

 

Now she stood in the middle of the floor of the old box, with all the sides, now on their backs. The light filled the space and my younger self stood, smiling with her arms stretched out and above her head. She spun in circles watching the wisps of light move as she did. She was happy and proud.

Cynthia placed her hands back on my feet as she did in the beginning of the session. I was in a different place than when everything began. Would I feel any vibrations? I didn’t worry about it. I just let it go and went back to the light inside.

Suddenly I felt shaking on the left side of my body. Then I felt it in my back, my legs, my feet and finally on my right side. Cynthia’s hands were on my feet and I told her I was shaking. That was the vibration I wondered about. Cynthia explained that I was allowing my life energy to flow through me, and that is good.

 

At the end of the session I learned how powerful and poetic it was. I found this validating to hear. Being encouraged to continue with whatever appeared helped me relax and go with the flow. Deep down, I thought the box represented closing off. I thought that since it was bigger and took up more space, I was possibly putting up even more walls of defense.

 

Cynthia saw it from another perspective. She said that it was growth. Transitioning from a tightly wound ball of stringy tar last week, to a box which allowed light in and was able to be destroyed was a good thing. It was hollow, not solid; I could climb in and the interior was transformed from dark to light. There was no fear present, only happiness, warmth and pride for feeling and doing instead of thinking and doing. It was an amazing experience.”

 

I am so touched by Carla’s experience, and I received the gift of her revelations. I am honored, and hope you embrace the light she revealed as well.

 

Namaste

Cynthia