Angels appear anywhere in life, don’t they? I just got back from a very moving weekend in our nation’s Capitol and, thankfully, came across the Angel of Love there. We left Friday morning, a group of Lightworkers with a mission, from the town of Milford, Connecticut. Ironically, just that morning a boy killed a fellow classmate who refused to go to the prom with him. It was a foreshadowing of the healing energy work we would be doing.
As lightworkers, we were headed down there to DC to clear old, dense patterns that are still held in the land. We were going to hold sacred space for humanity, welcoming in shafts of light to this powerful city that is considered to be the heart of our nation. We would ask for healing both for the politicians who run our country and for the good citizens, too. As a collective group of healers, we could begin effecting change on many levels – for our broken political, economic, and systems, for our environment, for our children, , for the Underdogs, those who are poor and struggling to make ends meet. We hoped to create some cracks in the sidewalk with our good healing intentions.
It was a bit eerie and sad for all of us, for sure knowing this killing had happened in our own backyard. One woman’s neighbor had come home from Jonathan Law high, shattered and frazzled by this shocking violent act that killed a young, talented girl. For me, I was reminded that the junior prom was taking place at our own high school. I wondered, Could this sort of thing happen in my town? Probably. I have worked with several teens in our town, and they are, indeed, troubled.
My guess is this poor kid in Milford regrets what he did this past Friday, as he has changed the lives of many, many people in the wake of his violent act. I am not condoning his actions by any means, but I do have compassion for him. Maybe that particular day he felt like a lost soul, and he could not bear rejection. Maybe he’s been told his entire life that he must achieve certain goals – that he must get all A’s in school while playing sports and being popular. I do not know; I am guessing what was running through this young boy’s mind. I am sure he felt crushed, angry and pissed off that he could not get his way, for he was so filled with fear could not see the light at the end of the tunnel.
All over the country, these kids of ours are under a great deal of pressure to perform in all areas of life , academically, athletically, and socially, yet they are not given the opportunity to chill out and reflect on the good in the world. they are not given a chance to sit in meditation and simply be grateful for their opportunities. Why? Because they are too gosh-darn busy moving from one thing to another, constantly worrying if they are going to succeed. We set high, high standards for these kids to do well in school, and those who fall “under the bar” in any area of their life probably do feel inferior.
Back in February, my eldest son came to me, very upset with himself. He’d studied nine hours for his honors math midterm, and he was stressed-out the entire time. He told me he was going to fail. I told him to envision himself passing the test, but they say our thoughts create our reality. If you think you are going to , you’ll win. If you think you are going to fail, then that is what will happen. Well, this child of mine did fail, along with most of the class. He got a 37. I didn’t freak out or berate him, for he had already beat himself up enough. Besides, what would I accomplish by getting angry? He’d done the best he could to prepare, and the teacher apparently made the test very difficult for many to pass.
Had I come down hard on my son, who knows what he would have done? He’s one of these kids who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, without any help from me. He’s just a very serious kid who strives to be his very best self, and when something goes wrong, he can easily fall into a dark place. He needs to be handled with Kid Gloves. You could literally see the weight of the world lifting from my son’s shoulders as I told him, “It’s okay. You did the best you could, and now let’s speak with the teacher to get you back on track.” The important thing for him was that I accepted him for who he was, even though he had “failed”. No questions asked, no judgment being passed…I just gave him unconditional love.
Tomorrow, a friend and I will be on-hand at the high school health and wellness fair, administering Reiki to students. Last year, I was the most popular vendor in the whole place, with twenty or thirty students looking on and wondering, “What the heck is she doing?” In a very short period of time, I was able to help these troubled kids – kids who were cutting, suicidal, depressed, angry, overwhelmed by their busy, demanding lives, and just plain stressed-out – relax. Reiki helps release tension and anxiety, as it activates the parasympathetic nervous system and helps balance the energy in the body. I will simply offer these kids unconditional love and ask for healing for them – body, mind, and spirit. What will happen will be miraculous, this I know. Why? Because I have been a witness to the transformative healing power of Reiki.
I met an angel while I was Washington this weekend. We’d just finished a powerful meditation for humanity at a sacred park Meridian Hill, which sits on the 77th meridian in the United States. Smack in the middle of the meridian is a beautiful fountain with thirteen layers to it, honoring Dante’s Divine comedy. At the top is a statue of Jeanne D’Arc, who fearlessly fought for freedom in France, and we brought in her essence of courage and perseverance into our meditation. I did not realize Jeanne was only 19 years old when she was burned at the stake for being a witch. Imagine that. What a courageous young woman she was, standing in her truth, even in the face of adversity. http://www.jeanne-darc.info/
“Girl and soldier, saint and heretic, savior – since the time of her death, Jeanne has inspired thousands of historians, poets, and painters. Each of them tells a different story. Guided by what she thought were divine voices, Jeanne revived French fortunes in the Hundred Years’ War. She played a major (and somewhat mysterious) role in rallying the flagging forces of Charles VII against the English occupier in 1429, leading her troops to breaking the siege of Orléans and having Charles VII officially crowned king in Reims the same year.
She was later captured and sold to the English, who burned her at the stake for heresy and perjury in 1431, in Rouen France. Her death only made her more powerful. She was only 19 years old.”
After the meditation was over, we were guided to add Holy Water blessed by John of God into the beautiful fountain. Water is a symbol, after all, of transformation. It was here we would leave our mark on the nation’s Capitol, with peace and compassion in our hearts for all. Through our prayers and intentions, we asked for healing for our broken country and its people. In my heart , I’d asked for healing of my own wounds, so I could be the best mother, wife, and healer I could be. Like Jeanne D’Arc, I have received messages about my destiny and what lies before me. And, like her, there are those who believe I am way off base, crazy, delusional, for hearing and answering the call of the Magdalene to help heal the good people of our world. Hmmmm…..
As we finished our water ceremony, a man climbed to where we all were and greeted us. I was taken by the Time magazine in his hand, Discovering Heaven. He was an earth angel, delivering the words of Martin Luther King for us all to take away with us:
Maybe, just maybe, our schools will pay attention to the needs of the stressed-out kids and teachers and offer a time of reflection at the beginning and the end of each school day. Just as I am trying to make a difference in the world through my healing work, others have blazed a trail by introducing successful meditation programs in our inner city schools.
When we have inner peace, we can face anything that comes our way…including being turned down for the prom. Martin Luther King Jr. is certainly an example of that, and so is Jeanne D’Arc. Just look what both of these fierce warriors faced in their lifetime. If they can overcome the harsh judgments that came their way, then I can certainly do the same as I walk my path, hoping to shine my light wherever I go.We all can. Together, let’s collectively move out of the darkness and into the light. Let’s all shine brightly and find new ways to walk with one another in peace and harmony, despite our differences. Imagine world peace, with no more killing in this world. Wouldn’t that be amazing? Amen.