Reiki, the universal life energy, opened me to one of the most vivid dreams of my lifetime last night. And as my Reiki teacher once told me, “Write down your dreams . . . There could be a message in store for you.”
I saw myself in a classroom with four or five other “students.” I was a lawyer and the “teacher” was a judge who needed a trial the next day in her courtroom.
My client sat next to me. He was a young kid about 22 or 23, as innocent as April snow. He really liked the judge and was in awe of her.
But we had to pick a jury. I had gotten a video transcript in which a group of audience members listened and reacted to what the young man had said at an earlier proceeding. I believed their reactions told a lot about the kid’s veracity.
Our case was the next to be tried. Yet, there was no assistant district attorney in the room. Try as I might, I couldn’t locate her.
And so I left and walked down the corridor and got on an elevator. It was like no elevator I’ve been on before, except in some dreams when I had worked as a reporter for a daily newspaper.
Others joined the small area and after the door closed the elevator went down and then shifted to the left where it continue to travel straight on a path outside of the building. It became a trolley or an “elevated” train that big cities have downtown.
I had no idea where it was going and I eventually got off, asking directions from a man who appeared as a conductor. He pointed north to the Number 15 Trolley in North Philadelphia, which was my old home.
But before I could travel there, I had to go through the projects. You know, subsidized housing for poor folks. I entered a city section that had no exit. Asking for directions to leave, someone told me to find a young woman who I could accompany out.
I went to what appeared to be a Greek restaurant but was a school of sorts where I disrupted a professor’s lecture to a class. The young women and I left and I learned that she “studied people.” She could tell if a person was in a good or bad mood, happy or sad and filled with love or filled with fear.
I believed that she could help me with my trial. I hired her to see if my client — and all future witnesses — were telling the truth. It could be a valuable tool in helping them in court and I looked forward to a lovely relationship the two of us would create.
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Hours before the dream, I attended a Reiki introductory course where a young woman laid her hands to my neck and shoulders, an area that absorbs the most stress in my life. Lying face down on a massage table, I felt comforted and whole. When she placed her hands in the center of my back directly across from my heart, tears formed inside and I felt so much love I thought I would burst out crying.
Next, I felt a blazing warmth travel along my lower back and legs as another Reiki practitioner held onto my spine and my legs.
I felt rejuvenated. The healing technique called out to me. I wanted to learn the Level 2 Reiki practice. Then I could join in this small group at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Chestnut Hill, PA, and contribute to a “Reiki Share” with others.
And I knew that truth-telling would be my forte for the coming year!