Today I observed a most curious thing.
I was chosen to be a proband for a new trend called "Reconnective Healing" and invited to be used as a guinea pig for aspiring healers, but later more on that.
Anyway, the curious thing I observed...
There were many volunteers bustling around the place and one of them was a chubby lady with short hair - like really short, shorter than some men wear it (which doesn't account for much anymore with hipsterdom spreading like a disease). So, it was really short, razor-short. Still, when she was busying herself with paperwork, her hand slipped up and tucked an imaginary strand of hair behind her ear. I thought it was utterly befuddling. I mean, she had no hair whatsoever to tuck away, but still the gesture had stuck with her, which makes me wonder if these are classic women's moves you won't get out of habit, even though they are not applicable anymore. Like lip-biting, or shaking your hair when you meet someone new or feel insecure (which is, like, the same thing as you're mostly insecure when you meet someone you fancy). They say, old habits die hard and when I observed this woman, I couldn't help but agree.
Now, to the session. We were ushered into a room with some chairs where two confused Austrian ladies and a pretty determined American woman were trying to sort the people out and get some kind of system into the whole thing. It was so funny to observe how completely differently Americans and Austrians handle situations like these. The Austrian woman spoke with about three decibel and was far too pleasant to everybody (as Austrians are, we hate conflict), which ended up in nobody doing anything she asked. Then American lady swept in, "Who can speak both English and German? You, you and you, alright, front row, everybody behind them. Anybody not doing a session, out, out." It was settled within minutes AND because she was American she got away with it. She wasn't unpleasant, far from it, simply efficient and direct, which is as un-Austrian as it can get. She was great! She was one of the Healing People and belonged to the type of women who know exactly who they are, aren't sorry for anything about themselves and are entirely convinced of what they do. She was sort of self-important, not in the negative way, probably self-important is the wrong word. Self-reliant, probably better. Not necessarily self-confident, I would say, as the word has a slightly provocative and imposing character to it, she simply was completely one with her inner self and emanated this sense of authority stemming from her self-reliance to everybody in the room, which, for some people I guess, can be seen as intimidating. I think of it as great. She could translate her strength to her demeanor and swept everyone away.
After more than an hour of sorting ceremony and name tags (I was Guest #3), we were ushered into the big room where a smug guy in suit was standing on a stage (clearly the founder of this whole thing), his students admiring him from below. Under praising applause, we were led through to a set of tables (a 100 or so) and allotted to an healer each. My healer was a giant, I am sure of it. Do you know this one giant who plays ALL giants in any production ever made in the past ten days (Charmed, Big Fish, Malcolm in the Middle, to name a few)? Well, this guy looked like his brother. His face was out of proportion, too, he was gigantic and so incredibly soft and calm. I loved his aura, it was so much better than the poor girl who had been allotted to the "Eso-lady" with amulets embroidering her neck, shakra rings and a non-stop talk of auras and bullshit. No, I was happy with my friendly, quiet giant who gently told me to lie down, close my eyes and relax.
Then nothing happened. I hadn't known this was without being touched at all, but I was wondering if my giant had stormed off when I felt a hot tingle in my right leg. Like a pleasant fire, warmth started to spread from my toes up to my hips, wandering on until all my body was engulfed by fire - but it was a pleasant feeling. Additionally, my body felt as if filled with lead, so much had it relaxed ever since the healing giant had done his magic. Suddenly, I could feel every area that wasn't well-balanced in my body (which was, like, everything), but without feeling pain. I could only feel that there was something not quite right and the pleasant fire purged it softly to a degree where it was less obstructive.
And then it was suddenly over. It had only lasted 15 minutes, but it had been really pleasant and surprisingly cool. Gently, the giant asked me some questions as to what I had explored during the 15 minutes (why can't they just ask how it was? Why does it always have to be this specific vocabulary? "Which journey did you embark on? What could you embrace on your journey? What did you explore in your body?" Well, no journey, I didn't leave the table. I didn't feel anything but fire crawling up my body, it was nice but I didn't embrace it (it's fire. And in my body). I felt my body, there was nothing to explore, it's not that big).
When I asked my mum who had tagged along what she had felt, she confirmed my experience and, slightly bewildered, we left the session, unsure what to make of it.
However, I felt something, definitely and should you ever be asked on the streets if you want to have a free session for Reconnective Healing, go for it, what's the worst to happen?
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