LibraryLady
Emeritus
It was bound to happen. As I was wandering around the first floor of my library (I roost on the third floor, generally), I was stopped by a patron I used to help in my former department who wanted to know what happened to my neck. These days I am wearing a cervical collar, which I usually refer to as my Elizabethan ruff. I told one of the funny stories I've made up because the truth is so boring.
After we laughed, he told me that he is a practitioner of reiki and if I would write my name down for him, he would sent the reiki to me remotely and it would help me to heal. I'm afraid I spent a few seconds gaping at him. Then I explained that the collar and physical therapy were working just fine, but thanks anyway.
I thought you had to be in the same room for reiki. It works from miles away?
After we laughed, he told me that he is a practitioner of reiki and if I would write my name down for him, he would sent the reiki to me remotely and it would help me to heal. I'm afraid I spent a few seconds gaping at him. Then I explained that the collar and physical therapy were working just fine, but thanks anyway.
I thought you had to be in the same room for reiki. It works from miles away?