Skeptic to Believer

I came to the spiritual path as a skeptic and with a lot of side-eye.

As an Indian woman, asking for help didn't come naturally. I was raised on this rule: we don't share our problems with strangers.

In 2017, life forced me to ask deeper questions. Well, honestly, I'd been asking deep questions my whole life. But in 2017, I hit rock bottom.

I was miserable in my job. I was a criminal defense trial lawyer at the time. I was carrying grief from love lost. I was eating terribly, working nonstop, and doing everything I could to avoid feeling the pain. Anything to go numb.

Does anyone else know that feeling?

That feeling of wanting to run from everything.

Of staying busy so you never have to be still.

Of filling your days, your work, your mind so there's no room left for what's underneath to rise.

Of reaching for your phone the second there's even a sliver of quie

I know that place. I used to live there.

I poured myself into work. Built, created, achieved. Kept moving so I wouldn't have to sit too long with what was inside me. And when that emptiness started to surface, I didn't slow down. I just learned how to run faster.

ENTER MY AWAKENING

There I was on my bathroom floor in Atlanta, a ball of tears. Sobbing so hard I thought I'd never stop.

I was miserable. Nothing made sense. And I was exhausted from running away from myself.

Then I heard a voice. Yes, really. A voice. It caught me so off guard that I thought I was losing it. And then I heard it again.

If you want to know who you are, go to India.

I was born in India and immigrated to the US with my parents when I was five. I was raised to be a good girl with strong Indian values. Good job, married, kids, normal. That was the plan.

By 2017, the only box I'd checked was the good job. Everything else didn't fit the mold. And neither did I.

So hearing a voice did not help me feel more sane. And India was full of all those "rules" about how to be a "good girl" and it didn't feel like home. 

But as the tears kept coming and the tissues piled up in a little mountain beside me, the voice got louder.

If you want to know who you are, go to India.

INDIA AND REIKI CHANGED MY LIFE

I was fresh out of options. So I booked a ticket. Two weeks later...I was in India.

I didn't know why. Didn't know what I was doing or what I was looking for. I just knew the who. My aunt, Sangeeta. I showed up at her door and asked for help.

She took one look at me and said, I think you need to meet my teacher.

I had no idea what that meant.

Next thing I know, I'm sitting in a Reiki Level 1 class with a woman I'd never met. Barely present. Pretty sure I was clinically depressed.
And at the time, I was a lawyer. I didn't believe in energy. I didn't believe in Reiki. I definitely didn't believe in Spirit.

I was skeptical the entire two days. I listened but with a lot of side-eye. I had little faith that some energy healing was going to fix the disaster of my life.

Then my teacher asked me to do a 21-day practice. I was not excited. It sounded like a waste of time, frankly.

(This is the samd 21 day practice I now teach my own Reiki students).

But I didn't know what else to do.

My vacation had quietly turned into a sabbatical. And I needed to feel like I was doing something. So I decided to approach Reiki the only way I knew how.

Like a lawyer.

Test it. Track it. See if it actually worked. Then come to my own conclusion.

And somewhere in the middle of all that, it started changing my life.

Not in some dramatic, overnight way. In quiet, undeniable ways, I couldn't argue with.

By the end of those 21 days, I had hope again. The fog had significantly lifted. I could feel life force moving through my body. I wanted to live. Truly live.

The power of Reiki was undeniable. I was living proof.

Even if I couldn't fully explain what was happening, I could see clearly how different I was.

Fast forward nine years.

I went on to study Reiki 2 and 3, and so many other spiritual and energy modalities along the way. I am still learning, and my life is so different.

I still love and honor the woman who brought me here....and I have so much compassion for her. 

Reiki keeps showing up and opening my Path, long after the level 1 class. 

It's been now years of living it, practicing it, and letting Reiki work on me.

And then one day, a few years ago, my teacher looked at me and said I was ready for Reiki Mastership.

That is what allows me to teach and carry this work forward.

The skeptic became a believer.

Not because someone convinced me. Because I experienced it. Again and again. In my own life, and in the countless stories I've witnessed with my own eyes.

Reiki changed my life. Period.

THE INVITATION

I will be teaching Reiki Level 1 in Atlanta for the last time this April. Come and see for yourself.

Maybe you are where I was. Maybe you are just curious about opening your own spiritual path.

Either way, I invite you to lean in. And let the grace of Reiki enter your life.