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Ways the World Might End – The Reiki Master


Sara had been born with cancer which had disfigured her face and distorted her vision. She needed glasses and bought ones that were rose colored.

She tried to focus on heart and soul which could not be twisted by bad genes or evil luck.

She loved horses, their beauty and their strength. On their backs she skimmed above the earth, one with the wind. They did not care about her appearance or her status, but like most animals, listened only to the truth of her marrow.

She wanted the world to be as transparent as the energy of horses.

She began studying Reiki. Reiki comes from the union of two Japanese words – Rei, “the Higher Power” and Ki, “life force energy.”

Thus, a Reiki master sends healing energy and removes blocks, curing illness, lightening sorrow. Reiki can be done by the laying on of hands, or by sending energy without physical contact, a spiritual massage.

Sara studied Reiki I, II and Advanced. Ruth, her Reiki Master was a thin woman with a tight smile.

“You do not need to actually attend classes.” Ruth said. “I can send energy to you. My ability is passed on during an ‘attunement’ which will allow you to tap into an unlimited supply of life force energy, if you are receptive.”

Ruth did not seem to have an unlimited supply of life force, but Tara did not care, she knew she would feel the energy if only she believed.

“Reiki is not dependent on intellectual capacity or spiritual development and is therefore available to everyone.” Ruth said looking at her through narrowed eyes.

Tara tried to focus on the message. She appreciated Reiki’s egalitarianism. It shown like the sun, on the stupid and the brilliant, the evolved and the depraved alike. One only needed to believe and open one’s heart to the universe. Tara could do that.

“Before teaching your first class, additional practice doing the attunements is a good idea. If you can’t find someone to practice on, you can use a teddy bear,” Ruth said.

Sara could do better than that. She could send energy to those she loved best, the horses.

But sometimes energy can go awry. Vibrations sent to a wandering horse miss their target and a kennel of dogs start craving hay. In a hospital downwind of the stables, a women gave birth standing up.

Sara felt the energy twisting like tides beneath a bipolar moon. She tried to redirect it, but energy goes where it wants, despite the best intentions.

The President was in a meeting with the Chief of Staff when suddenly he began to eat the lumps of sugar straight out of the bowl as if they were candy. As if this wasn’t bad enough, he ate them with his teeth. When his secretary, Madelyn Mcsweety entered the room, he reared up whining, the bulge in his trousers evident. Wars can begin this way, in spite of all the good energy in the world.

Sara’s spirit was pure, but as anyone who has studied the law of attract will tell you, you attract not what you ask for, or even what you deserve, but what you are. Like calls to like across the universe.

Vibrations collide midstream.

Horses broke from their stables running free.

In cities and towns people opened their windows, they sniffed the air, tossed their heads and took to the hills. Even at night they stayed out, roaming free, eating grass. Unfortunately, humans can’t digest grass. They wasted away. Their white bones littering the hillside like the remains of fallen cities.

Only Sara remained. She did not crave grass, but only the company of horses and good energy. Now she had both.


About E.E. King

Writing/Painting/Pilates/Scuba/Travel and animals...anything that won't pay the bills. I'm an unintentional nonprofit I've worked with children in Bosnia, crocodiles in Mexico, frogs in Puerto Rico, egrets in Bali, mushrooms in Montana, archaeologists in Spain and planted butterfly gardens in South Central Los Angeles. The butterflies wish I had chosen a different location. Check out my website and read a story, or better yet buy a book, painting or audio. UnfortunatelY, All of the profits go toward animal rescue.
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