Reiki Diary Level 2 Cleansing: Day 13


And so to my planned day off, well sort of. I had to get up the crack of dawn (lucky her) to finish off some questions I had been preparing, suffering from writers block last thing on Friday after a long, long week, so no time for meds. By 7:30am I was finished and got the kids up early for school, making sure everything was done in time for our little day trip to Chester, an old Roman town in the north west of England, nicely and stylishly modernised.

Although it was rather blustery, there were no clouds in the sky, so we winded and winded our way through narrow streets and across cobbled roads, partaking in a spot of retail therapy. A theme quickly developed. As we were devoid of sprogglings for a few hours, we decided to look for a wedding ring for the soon to be Mrs “B” for the second time in ten years. We visited many high street chains (affordable tat) and back street boutiques (unaffordable beauty). Although she already has a wedding ring on, it is a plain band. I had mistakenly bought her an eternity ring for our engagement so a ring with a single rock on it will go very nicely with the other two.

Sadly our jaunt around Chester bore no fruit on the ring front, but I did get myself a new tee from Gap as well as a lovely Mexican lunch. I also tried to get “N” my colleague in work a healing crystal to accompany her soon to be leaving gift from the wife and I (Reiki Bible book), but sadly we were out of luck on that front too.

After some final window shopping, we headed back down the motorway and dropped off our daughter’s golden zimmer frame at the hospital, no longer required. Picking the princess up we headed out again to a holistic therapy store / spa in search of that elusive crystal. It was Monday. Closed all day. Bummer. It wasn’t meant to be. Not upset by our wasted trip, we then decided to look in the pawnbrokers shops for rings whilst we were in the neighbourhood. It was the last shop on the road which quite literally came up gold.

The type of ring we had been looking for all day was a gold band with a diamond/zircon in the middle. The last shop on our route had a ring which had a topaz stone in the centre. We asked the shop keeper if she had anything in aquamarine to match the nuggets in the eternity ring, and although she said she didn’t presently, the jeweller would be down directly to have a chat with us.

It turns out that he can make a bespoke ring for her based on the one we saw, with the aquamarine stone in place of the topaz, to the design and budget that suited. After taking our details, in went the order and we departed the store smiling, our willingness to hold out on buying tat or something extravagant being overtaken easily at the finishing line by something personal, something bespoke, something special.

Returning to base there was an immediate knock on the door, it was “Js” uncle to fixed the boarded up pain of glass in the back door. I have met some crazy cats in my time but “O” must rank as one of the top loons. He’s such a character, the words esoteric and hippy created by Collins’s Dictionary just so he could be described to others. I like him a lot. After the window went in and the thirsts quenched with a good cup of English tea (not from a flying teapot), the wife told him of her experience in the bedroom two nights ago. He surprisingly told us that he knew, well sort of. He said that many any moons ago he had either been in our house or our neighbour’s house and experienced the spirit she talked of. To calm her (I think) he said there was nothing to be worried about, the presence was not malign or anything. Glad to hear it…

Pooped from our monster trek, we retired early, my alarm set early morning to recommence with my morning mantras and mudras.

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