My friend, Rhea, and I were engaged in conversation over a pot of Shizouka tea that sat on the doily atop the polished pie crust table between us. While the tea steeped to perfection, the rain poured down outside our bay window. I talked and Rhea listened. We nibbled our shortbread cookies. Of course, we have to have cookies, Rhea always insisted. Then she would talk and I’d listen.
I noticed how Rhea’s voice sometimes dropped to a whisper. Or sometimes she would utter only one word, letting it hang suspended between us, like the tea ball steeping in hot, never boiling, water. She’d let the meaning infuse into me as she waited in silence. I wouldn’t always understand what she meant by that word. If I asked, she’d laugh and say it was for me to figure out.
Rhea was the kind of friend that I could depend on, although we hadn’t known each other long. We’d met only a few years before. She was always there for me. Solid and trustworthy. We liked to say we were introduced through a book because we’d both joined the same book club at our local library.
We were hesitant around each other at first. I think I was more nervous than she was, wondering if Rhea was for real because she seemed so... so nice. How had I lucked out in finding someone like that to be my friend?
I was eager to jump into a full-on friendship, but Rhea took things slow, letting us get to know each other a little at a time. Looking back, I see how it gave us a strong foundation. Rhea didn’t say much in the beginning. I fumbled, trying to force her to speak, to tell me something, anything. But she wouldn’t be forced; she spoke when she was ready.
Rhea is a great observer. Of me. Of life. Her-one word responses, even her silences, have taught me so much. I feel I’ve evolved, you know, become a more authentic person. I really don’t know how she manages to convey so much without coming across as preachy or judgmental. But then, that’s Rhea.
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When we engage in conversation, it’s a state of DOing, whereas engaging with the frequencies is a state of BEing. We don’t have to do anything, in particular, to be engaged with the frequencies because we are always engaged, yet we can actively place our attention on them and become more focused, such as when we ‘bathe in the frequencies.’
By now, you may have seen through my thinly disguised metaphor about the Reconnective Healing frequencies. I was introduced to the frequencies through Eric Pearl’s book, “The Reconnection: Heal Others, Heal Yourself.” I was so excited, I did jump right in, receiving Reconnective Healing, my Personal Reconnection, and the training all in the same month. I loved the frequencies, but that didn’t mean I fully understood it. So I made a commitment to myself to get to know more, to get to know it.
I began bathing in the frequencies as the last activity of my day. I would focus on my palms and I’d wait for those familiar sensations – pressure, tingling, expansion. After noticing for a few seconds – yes, seconds, not even minutes – I’d drift off to sleep. After doing this for a few nights, I wondered how long it actually took for the sensations to arrive and decided to count the seconds.
“How long does it take to become aware of...” Before I could finish the thought, the sensations were there.
The next day, I asked again. “How long does it take to...” The frequencies were undeniably present. Faster than before.
“How long...” BAM. There IT was. This became a game between me and the frequencies. Could I get the words out before IT appeared? I never could finish the thought, let alone start counting. IT would appear instantaneously.
Clearly, IT could read my thoughts before I even formulated them. “In observing, we become the observed.” IT made me laugh. IT was playful. I could talk to IT and IT would answer in its way.
One night, as I laid in bed beside my husband, I realized, OMG, I am in a relationship with IT and began to chuckle. (Thankfully, my hubby gets me and my sense of humor, although he has noted that I laugh a lot in my sleep.)
Through that simple exercise each night, I came to cognize that IT is always with me. IT was consistently and dependably there. It appeared immediately because it didn’t need to come back from somewhere: IT WAS ALWAYS THERE.
Fast forward a few years... Late at night, tired yet unable to sleep, I brought my attention to the palms of my hands. I still focused from time to time at night but, rather than being prompted by my curiosity and uncertainty like in the beginning, now it was like greeting an old friend, and I’d focus for the length of time it took to smile. (Try it; it doesn’t take long!)
That particular evening, as I focused on my palms, I felt the usual sensations. Then I became aware of a voice saying, “Go inward. Go inward.” Was the Universe telling me to trust my own inner knowing? Or was there more?
I felt drawn inward, to a place inside my body, not a physical place, yet it was located behind my navel, the point that once was the attachment site of the umbilical cord. I have since come to call this place The Void and knew it to be the place of my Soul.
The Void was dark purple and filled with points of light, like stars, like the night sky. Although I had no physical form in this place, I was floating, weightless, as if in space, as if in “the primordial silence of being.”
The navel became a black hole in the night sky and I passed through the navel into an umbilical cord conduit, emerging into another Universe. Again, it was dark, timeless, with billions of points of light. I passed back and forth between the Universe and The Void. Back and forth, back and forth.
Somehow, my mind remembered what both Solomon and Dr. Eric Pearl say about Reconnective Healing: “Don’t send. Receive.”
“I am open to receive,” I thought.
Immediately, there was inpouring of energy from the Universe, pouring into The Void, into me, into my Soul. There was a sense of coming home. Not of me going home, but of home coming to me. As if all that I had known before in other lifetimes, as if all the knowledge of the Universe, were filling me. It was the energy of where I had come from pouring into me. The vastness of the Universe was within me. All That Is was within me. I was “effortlessly experiencing Eternity.” I knew, cognized, that the Universe and I are one. We are a single consciousness, divinely connected.
Then I heard the words of Solomon: “Self-worth is the understanding that you are the Universe.”
Over the years, my engagement with the frequencies has evolved. Here are five of my observations about the relationship.
In the beginning, I was determined to receive messages and guidance. Which I did, but it didn’t happen when I wanted it to happen. I’ve since learned to relax and let the Universe speak to me in its own time. The Universe knows what healing, what message you most need, and when. So stop forcing your intentions and allow the messages to be received. To paraphrase Dr. Pearl: “If you’re lucky, your message will come in the form you anticipate. If you’re really lucky, your message will come in a form you’ve not even dreamed of – one the Universe specifically has in mind for you.”
Sometimes the messages I receive are auditory. Other times, visual or kinesthetic, like a gut feeling. Or I find my feet moving in a direction that I didn’t even know I was going to take. Sometimes I understand the message the first time I hear/see/feel it, yet other times I need to receive it several times before I clue in. Be open to messages (aka healing) coming in different forms.
Once, I heard the word “hiding,” which repeated several times over a period of weeks before I realized it wasn’t me saying it. There was no rebuking, no shame, no judgement, only love. It was a simple observation of my actions. It didn’t tell me what to do either: that was entirely up to me. I took weeks to absorb the message before deciding that hiding was no longer serving me. Only then did I take action and change.
On another occasion, I was undecided about pursuing Option A or Option B and grumbling to a dear friend about not being able to make up my mind. She listened and then wisely asked, “What would your life be like without Option A?” Immediately, I received an answer in the form of an image. Amusingly, it was shaped like the gingerbread man in shadow, with a giant bite taken out of his face, and behind the cookie was brilliant white light.
Again, it was up to me to cognize the meaning in that communication. For me, it meant Option A was hiding my true light. The more I let the cookie crumble away and released what was no longer serving me, the more my authentic self would be revealed. (Another person receiving the same image might cognize a different meaning; that is why we do not, as practitioners, attempt to interpret the client’s experience.)
Be patient, not just with receiving healing in the form of messages, but with your understanding of the healing. Take all the time you need. Be gentle with yourself. You’ll understand when it’s time to understand. The frequencies expand and intensify with distance AND the relationship expands and intensifies with time.
When we engage in conversation with a friend, sometimes we listen, sometimes we talk. As we engage with the frequencies, it is the same. This Intelligence communicates in a discernible way, so Notice and Observe; it will talk to you, whether with words, images, feelings, or a knowingness. And you can talk to IT. I speak out loud to IT. It especially likes when I communicate gratitude and joy.
Recently on a morning walk, I stumbled across a monarch butterfly in the grass, with one limp wing. Naturally, I began to do Reconnective Healing. Within seconds, it fluttered the weak wing, first once, then twice. It began to climb up the stalk of timothy grass. When it reached the seed head, it lifted its dainty feet as if it was doing the two-step. Around and around the stalk it danced, until it faced me, then it spread both wings wide on display.
“Oh,” I cried spontaneously, “you are so magnificent!” In the next instant, I cognized that the butterfly was a reflection of my own magnificence. The Universe had spoken.
Along with communicating Joy, I’ve begun to make requests. I’m not referring to setting an intention for a specific healing or outcome. I’m not talking about asking to win the lottery. My request might be, “Show me how to be more compassionate.” I trust that opportunities will present so I can be that.
A couple years ago, my long-buried desire to be a writer was rediscovered. (The Intelligence does indeed know where to go and what to do as I had completely forgotten about the longing of my teens.) I am now actively writing, an incredible experience where story is revealed to me through connection with this Intelligence, this Creative Source. If I get stuck with the plot line or character development, I simply ask for assistance and trust that what I need will be communicated to me.
Just as this story was.
With love and gratitude to the late Pat Atanas who encouraged me to find my words.