From Little Acorns…

It’s April 2020, we’re in the midst of the first lockdown, but prior to being told to wear masks. We need milk and bread, nothing too taxing, so over to the local shop I go. Minutes later I head home armed with twice as much as I went for. Nothing unusual so far. 24 hours later I’mcoughinglike I smoke 40 a day. This was pre mass testing and lateral flow tests. A week later and I’m slowly improving. Day 10 and I take a downhill trajectory again. I can’t speak 2 words without nearly coughing up a lung. My partner calls 111 and they insist on talking to me… are you for real???? When they realise he’s not exaggerating they send out paramedics. One of the (few) advantages of living near the local ambulance station is that they arrive outside in 5 minutes. 10 minutes and several layers of PPE later they enter and take all my vitals. Diagnosis? Definitely covid, but stats are all OK, so my choice whether to go into hospital…. ummmm, no, it’s full of REALLY SICK, REALLY INFECTIOUS people. So I stay home, in bed, for the next SEVEN WEEKS. Yes, you read that right…SEVEN WEEKS!!.

What has this got to do with all things “woowoo” I hear you ask… patience, I’m getting to it. So, I’m laid up in bed for 7 weeks, asleep for much of it, binge watching “Once Upon A Time” , yes all 155 episodes, some more than once due to dropping off part way through, and “Orphan Black”. A good friend advises me to try meditation to help with the breathing. Some time towards the latter part of my confinement, during a meditation, I have a vision. I’m told by a being, or a kind of disconnected voice, that I need to study Reiki.

Now, a bit of back story. I have an aunt who was always into yoga, spirituality and… yep, you guessed it…Reiki. For this she was usually ridiculed by the rest of the family for being “hippy” and “out there”. She performed Reiki on me once. And that’s exactly what it was. A performance. I was sat on a chair, in the middle of a PUB, yes a pub, I know right!! She drew some weird (very secret, you weren’t allowed to look or see) symbols on her hands and held them on various parts of my body. I could feel all eyes on me. By the time she finished the headache she was “curing” me of had got considerably worse (due to the stress of being under a microscope). I told her I felt brilliant, I was cured. Yes, I lied, but I’d been brought up to humour her.

Fast forward to late May 2020, lockdown, and now mask wearing, and my dream/vision. Reiki? Me? But it’s sooo real. I research doing a course online. Remember social distancing? Find one that really resonates with me and that is the start of my journey into “All things woowoo”… To be continued.