A free training session? To be a healer? Based on an ancient Eastern tradition only known to Masters?
I bundled up on a dark, rainy night and drove to a cosy home filled with soft light and delicate fragrances of various oils. Cecile greeted us with an aromatic tea that not only held promise of health, but warmth drawn from inside.
She and her partner explained their status as students of a revered teacher, Sai Maa. This teacher had been given approval to release and teach a healing technique, known as Diksha, heretofore reserved for Masters.
While Diksha is healing, it is primarily intended for the purpose of accelerating enlightenment and the release of “samskaras” or old patterns and programming. These were the techniques we would learn. The authority was given when Sai Maa joined her Master and all other Masters of Masters during a highly significant conference called on a spiritual plane.
I suddenly realized I was amongst kindred Wanderers.
The training began for both the givers and receivers of the healing techniques. During the sessions, while I was the receiver, I was to sit with closed eyes, noting responses to my partner’s ministrations. As her hands moved healing energy over my body, my being deeply drank a definite, loving power that refreshed and satisfied a spiritual thirst that I had no idea existed. I was overcome with joy.
When I felt my partner’s presence around my head, my skull turned to crystal. It radiated violet light in all directions while resonating at a frequency that was foreign to me. A cloak of calm validation wrapped me as the session came to a close. I wanted to hang this cloak in my spiritual closet and have it perpetually available.
Once the practice sessions were finished, we were asked to describe our experiences. I did not want to share mine. I remained silent. “Who has not had a chance to share?” Cecile’s gentle presence beckoned to me.
Silent resistance rang through me. ‘Please do not maim, maul or massacre my precious discovery. Let me keep this validation untarnished. Let me protect this cloak from the world’s judgmental fingers.’
Hesitantly, I verbally uncovered my precious gift and held it out. My breath irregular, I attempted to describe the glory of my experience.
As I struggled, the realization struck profoundly. The power of this gift was not simply in its ability to give. The power also protected.
I finished my description. Silence.
I looked up and into the candlelit faces of my fellow students. One word described their expressions: Understanding.
Have you been hearing your soul ringing?
(I thank Cecile for confirming that Sai Maa is not a follower of any religion. Her focus is primarily in the realm or tradition of Love. Also, I appreciate having clarification of the broader purpose of Diksha.)