The Amazing Power Of Reiki Was My Unexpected Destiny

The old white-haired man looked at me gently and asked a direct question that both surprised and shocked me.

I hadn’t known him very long at all and as we sat on his carpet, cross legged and facing each other, Kerry reflected a wisdom born of the tribulations of childhood polio and a life dedicated to helping others, especially children, through his work of energy healing.

It was the word of mouth that drew me to him and a healthy dose of fear and uncertainty.

Kerry practiced Reiki, a form of energy healing that is a type of alternative medicine originating in Japan. I was desperate and willing to try anything.

I had been alerted there was a cyst on my left ovary by the constant pain. Ultrasounds confirmed it was growing and had already reached over 4cm in diameter. In addition to that, the assertion by my doctor that I had some reading that indicated possible ovarian cancer.

With a healthy distrust of Western medicine, I determined with great motivation to heal myself.

Embarking on a regime of healthy eating and supplements I was wide open to experimenting with this ‘Reiki thing.’ My friend had heard good things about it and healing in others. I was easily convinced.

While the doctor pressured me to ‘deal with it,’ I played for time and visited Kerry most days.

Thus began the biggest roller coaster of my life.

As he held his hand over my stomach and quietly administered some mysterious energy of magical healing power I couldn’t see, or even feel, he looked deeply into my soul and asked, “What did you see?”

How did he know that I had lain in reflective darkness at night observing what insidious malignancy was growing within my abdomen?

I hesitated, feeling self-conscious, before confessing over several visits;

• “I saw the cyst being bound in a spider's web-like cocoon.”

• “I saw the cocoon constricting the cyst and becoming tighter around it.”

• “The cocoon is darkening and becoming smaller”

“Yes,” Kerry smiled in his gentle kind manner, “I see it’s about this big now.” He held out his thumb indicating the thumbnail sized cyst he now envisioned.

The doctor’s surgery called again and again. I must act now, they insisted. Their fancy ultrasound machine was indicating that the cyst had grown.

Technology versus an old man’s vision. Who to believe? Hope is followed by disappointment and indecision.

There was a doctor in the city that had previously run routine tests on me and prescribed vitamins and diet. I trusted him and, making an appointment, decided to do whatever he recommended.

He studied my tests and looked at me gravely. “Heather, you are a young mother. You need to deal with this, I am referring you to a specialist to have the cyst removed.”

Conflicted still, I was prepped for surgery. As I was readied for the operation the surgeon confirmed the proposed removal of the ovary.

“If It’s necessary,” I responded.

The doctor frowned at me and insisted on the planned course of action.

“If it’s necessary,” I asserted once again.

The anesthetist in attendance glanced from the doctor to me and back again. “What’s going on?” he questioned puzzled and slightly alarmed. I was obviously not a completely compliant patient.

The following week found me back in the specialist’s office viewing the operation on a screen. He showed me the lushness of my insides and that all had been a success.

Nothing was mentioned about the supposed cancer reading and I didn’t ask. It was never mentioned again by the specialist or my local doctor.

“You are healed,” he said shaking my hand, “Go and live a good life.”

As I left the office, the carpet muting my departure, I paused in the sterile hallway. My mum also had a cyst removed and she was sure to ask me how big mine had been.

Turning I hurried back, relieved to find the doctor still chatting at the reception.

“Excuse me, I forgot to ask! How big was my cyst?”

“Cyst?” he replied in consternation, looking at me like I was a curious specimen. “There was no cyst, just some endometriosis.”

In stunned disbelief, I returned to Kerry’s care and in embarrassed repentance sat before him on his weary carpet.

“There was no cyst,” I confessed in abashed discomfort.

He nodded. “I know. The body holds the memory for up to six months after it’s gone. You would still see it in an ultrasound.”

Kerry had an aura about him of gentle wisdom and kindness. Because of my interest and some gift he recognized within me, he continued to ask questions of me, offer mentorship, treatment and was the Reiki Master who administered an attunement to my parents, son and myself.

After this initiation, he continued to push me to learn, practice, question, read, and find my path in the world of energetic awareness.

One day as I was leaving his home he placed a hand on my arm to gain my attention. “I see that you are going to move north,” he smiled.

I laughed and thanked him for this strange insight. We already lived north of the city and going further in that direction would be a long daily commute for my husband. It was not probable.

Within twelve months, circumstances had changed. My little family found our paths destined for emigration from Australia to Canada.

My ability to practice the healing power of reiki has had its ups and downs for me due to my own health concerns. For a few years after going manic, I was in no space to be a conduit for peace to others when I was unstable myself.

Recently though, largely through coming off depressive meds and my journey of writing on Medium, I am once again flying high with enthusiasm for life. The energy of this universal power has been calling my name. I am again immersing myself in helping others through my visions and words of love and healing.

I do intuitive reiki and although I can’t make claims of healing, I am always encouraged that my distance readings bring peace and comfort to others. The insightful and profound words resonate. The messages I receive take faith and trust to intuit, but are always positive and full of gratitude.

I hadn’t spoken to Kerry for over ten years, but he charted my course and I knew he would be so proud to know I’m holding the Reiki banner through the years. And then he appeared, just as he had done when I was new to reiki, watching me in my vision as I worked with the reiki treatment with his two guides at his shoulders.

This phenomena is not something I am personally privy to but Kerry has always known how to ‘astral travel.’

I was inspired to reach out to him again. Perhaps this dear man who changed my life had heard me calling his name to reconnect. He is now in his nineties and remains a light to me and the world. He sends me love and healing.