The Colour of Our Fights.

This is roughly how it looks when two people fight over stupid things.

Messing with subconsciousness?

I read a forum the other day. A young mother was looking for a cure for her little daughter. Not a serious medical issue, just serious enough to be worried about.

Somewhere along the way she bumped into Reiki. There are many Reiki practitioners in my country (it was a Slovak lady on a Slovak website), so the term Reiki is not unknown at all.

Now, what I really appreciate, is that this mom was actually open to alternative medicine, and she did not rely entirely on the prescriptions of her family doctor.
Another thing I appreciate is that she was looking for people who do have some experience with Reiki, who can tell her something about it, and she can then make her own decision.
As it goes on inernet forums, she got all kinds of answers from all kinds of people. It was the usual mixture of "never-ever" and "you-absolutely-must-try-it" and everything in between. And then there was The Opininon.

The One which inspired me to write this article.
This person wrote, in a kind of secretive tone, that there are things around us which should not be tempered with. One of these things, she claims, is our subconsciousness.
Then she went on about a guy she knew, who, after his Reiki courses, went completely insane, and ended up in a mental institution.
Now, Im not going to talk about the fact that the poor chap might have been unlucky enough to meet a charlatan, or that he probably would have gone mad anyway, and Reiki was just a trigger.
But to get back to our story, the bottom line was: don't you dare trying Reiki on the poor kid, if you do, she will meet the same sad fate like the guy described above.

I want to scream from rooftops: if you are afraid of anyone messing with your subconsciousness, you do a better job not watching TV and commercials.
Your kid gets more subliminal messages from watching an "innocent" TV show (which will be interrupted by commercials ca 3 times).
The human brain was originally designed to work with images, preferably those we create ourselves in our mind's eye (hence the expression).
Thats why all the mumbo-jumbo people, who try to teach you how to visualize, are actually right. What you see is what you get - literally.
Now think of the mess you allow to stream into your subconsciousness, if you watch TV all night.

Great day to everyone, keep calm and carry on.

Ode on Beagle.

Intro:

It takes courage to have a beagle.
It takes courage to have a beagle in the apartment.
It takes courage to have a beagle in the apartment in Seoul-centre.

It takes courage to have Beagle.

Poetry:

Beagle here Beagle there
Beagle sniffing everywhere. In the grass and on the ledge
Glimpse of Beagle walk the edge.

But no worries, he stays cool
16 floors above the rule
His tail wagging, shine in eye
that's our Beagle, my courage and I.


Epilogue:

Don't worry honey. He didn't do it because he wanted to. He did it because he could.

What you sow is what you reap (brainstorm of the day)

or, you only reap what you sowed.
or, what you see as a flaw in others, is actually your own weakness.
or, you only see your own weaknesses in others. Huh?

Can't quite grasp the concept.

If someone never listens to me, is it me never listening to them?
If someone is too anxious about things, is it me being forever anxious?
If someone never understands me, is it me never understanding them?
If someone is too critical to things, is it me being too critical to everything?
I don't know ...

and it goes further:

If you are anxious to be listened to, you will be never listened to.
If you are afraid of being criticized for everything, you will always be criticized for everything.
If you are afraid that you will never lose those pounds, you will be forever carrying them around.
If you want to see something, you will see it even if it's not there...

It's like watching the game, having a unclear feeling of the rules, knowing they do somehow work, but ... they are as fast as dolphins in the sea - you can't grasp them.

Entangled neurotransmitters?

Why is it that we know what we should do, but don't do what we know?

I mean, how can we do what we know we should not, and at the same time
have a huge problem with procrastination - which is basically a problem of
not doing things we know we should do?

Are we a bit entangled yet?

Well, what Im trying to wonder about today is this:
There are all those bad-bad things we do every day and every minute, knowing that it will have a negative impact on our general well-being (junk food, alcohol, cigarettes, too much coffee, too little water, you name yours).
And then we have these heavenly divine good things: quality time with ourselves and beloved ones, nutritious foods and drinks, a day without TV, again, you name it.

So how come we can do the bad things without a blink of an eye, but need "at least 3 weeks to establish a new habit" for those good ones?
There must be something seriously wrong with our programming.

Be Reiki.

Reiki has been around me ever since I have started to (knowingly) form myself. I don't know whether I was told or I somehow knew it, but it was perfectly clear to me, that my dad is a natural healer (unfortunately, never really followed his talent). Still, as a result of his deepest urge to massage people, it is absolutely normal for me and my sister to happily stick our foot into the hands of our loved ones while lying on the couch watching TV. With our parents back home, we even managed to take it to such a level, that we actually ended up massaging each others feet simultaneously!

So, where is the Reiki connection, you might ask.
I come from a post-communistic country, which means, that not many things managed to leak through the iron wall. There were just few Beatles songs, tangerines and bananas once a year on Christmas, and few books on Yoga.
After November '89, things loosened up, and as the first swallows of esoteric/new age/mumbo-jumbo books made their way to Slovakia - voila, ended up also on the bookshelf of my parents.
Thus, as a teenager, I was going through my high school compulsory reading, and at the same time I had the great opportunity to learn about things like meditation, Higher Self, visualisation, self-healing. That's how I came into contact with Reiki. Now, living in Central Europe, being not even 18, you can imagine how far away Japan must have seemed to me :)
But, as I said before - you learn and learn, and still die knowing nothing.


Few years ago, I was told by my Royal Astrologer that I also have the gift of healing, but still have to find the right way to express it. Well, I have been walking in the dark on this one, up till last ca 12 months.
It started with me buying books on reflexology - I simply love this type of massage, and everytime Im being massaged, I regret I only have one pair of feet.
Together with my pre-programming from home, I guess it was logical, that I was more and more interested in nuts and bolts.
Inbetween, I have succesfully massaged all my family members back home, as well as Stuipje here in our mini-family in Seoul.

After almost 1 year in Korea, it suddenly occured to me: Reiki-Japan-Korea - man, I will never be this close to the Reiki training! And so I went online. After ca 10 minutes of intuitive googling I ended up with two western-sounding names. I chose the one a liked better, and sent an e-mail.
Now I am a happy Reiki Level I practicioner, and I have to say it is the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me (if we don't count meeting Stuip). Not only I can help myself, and people I love, but I also have met many like-minded people - because Reiki goes hand in hand with personal growth, shifts in awareness etc. Slowly and amazingly I am healing my life.

So, I guess I have found my way of expressing my healing skills - but Im also leaving the ends open, because Life is great, and, at least with me and my Dory-sydrome, full of surprises and new things every single day.

Me and Tarot.

I would love to bore you to death with history of Tarot, and how it came to Europe, and how it made its transition from a playing game to a fortune telling game. But the fact remains, that nobody really knows, and if I want to leave you with doubts, I might as well leave it to Google. So.

Lets talk about how did I find my way to Tarot. I was ca 26, and my life was a mess. I had a friend, who used to visit a psychic. Somehow she managed to find a Tarot reader who lived in the town where I worked. So I thought - why not give it a shot? It will be fun, and maybe I will find some answers.
The psychic was a girl of my age, very beautiful, and the whole session was more like talking to a good friend - but this one also happened to possess a deck of wonderfully painted cards.
Even though I did not get any answers I wouldn't know myself, it was a great experience. And I was absolutely and totally attracted to the cards. Even now, just talking about them, I get the warm feeling around my heart.

So, that was my first Tarot experience. A year later, after I moved from Slovakia to The Netherlands, I have bought me my first deck of Tarot cards. As far as I remember, it was one of the first few things I have bought in The Hague. The shop itself is worth an extra article. They had a tall glass cabinet full of all kinds of decks. If you think about it, you must be really attracted to THE ONE AND ONLY deck, otherwise it's simply impossible to choose one. That is easier than it might seem - just take the one you love the most. Preferably the one you keep eyeing over and over again.

Nowadays Im a proud owner of several Tarot decks. Some of them are there just to put me into meditative mode, or to calm me down. One of them I use for real Tarot readings. It is a Rider-Waite Tarot deck.
Personally I dont think you should receive your own deck as a present (thats what they say). I think that Tarot is something that you can present yourself with, and it will become your close friend (and your mirror). As for me, I have 3 versions of the Rider-Waite Deck - Giant Cards, then something I would call a regular card size, and then a really tiny cute pocket version, sort of travel-kit.
So, call me Tarot freak, and I will gladly agree!