Reiki News

Reiki Master Diane Lynn Gelinas, M.S.W., C.H.

104 Douglas Drive, Candia, NH 03034
(603) 483-0132

October 2010


This month we have a guest who wrote an article for our newsletter.  It is  powerful and inspirational and I know it will touch your hearts.  Many of you know my deep love for animals and if you have taken a Reiki Class from me you know how I teach how we can give Reiki to our animals after you complete a Reiki One Certification course.  My current dog (half angel, half dog – although I don’t’ think there is a difference) had severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder when we adopted her from the SPCA over five years ago.  With Reiki, lots of constant love and lots of walks, she has transformed from a very frighten dog to a dog that now runs up to people and kisses them until they pull away.  I recently told a Preventative Holistic Health Class I was teaching this summer that if they didn’t want to try meditation techniques we were learning, or even any of the exercises or nutritional suggestions, they could find very basic, every day ways to greatly improve the quality of their lives.  Animals!  Just petting a dog or cat will lower your blood pressure and who knows what it does for the animal!  The unconditional love an animal gives us is one of the most healing gifts available to us on earth.  As you read the article below you will share in Diana’s journey of healing.  Thanks Diana for sharing your story!

Do not underestimate the healing power of an animal in your path to recovery from addiction, destructive thoughts or any challenge in your life.  If you are lucky and blessed enough to have one of these gifts in your home, be it a dog, cat, hamster, bird or other pet then you already have one of the most powerful conduits of life energy at your side.  

Knowing enough about the power of animals in difficult times, I decided to forge ahead with my plans for health and a life free of prescription medication that had spiraled out of control. What wasn’t expected was the way they would silently deliver me from a profound disconnect from Self, a symptom often resulting from of our current pace of living and over-medication.  One look in the eyes of an animal speaks of a timeless knowledge.  We intuitively know by looking at them, that they get something we often miss (and they really wish we would get it for just once).  Relaxing with Milo and Charlie as I went over proclivities of the day, the thought would often settle in like a rhetorical Rubik's Cube, “If only they could talk and tell me what they are thinking, perhaps they could help me discern what it’s all about”. 


However, they are indeed communicating and if we are open to understanding them on their terms, they don’t need to spell it out for us verbally for us to learn from them.  Cats in particular are quite good at getting that point across with a pointed stare and a proud flick of a bushy tail as they turn their backs and prance on by us.  Perhaps that is why so many people maintain they are uncomfortable with cats and find them too aloof to warm up to.  We live in convenient society that tells us in so many ways that we don’t have to wait for a thing and virtually any interaction is a cell phone call, text or click of the mouse away.  Cats carry on completely counter to how we live our modern lives.  Their attention isn’t convenient and for once, humans can’t quickly summon interaction with them by hitting “send”.  We need to earn it from them and we are required to do it on their time, not ours.

Milo, the larger of my two beautiful cats always carries that "standoffish" countenance that only cats can master, draped in indifference and a Maine Coon growl/hiss that reminds me that if he wanted the human slobbering, he would ask for it, thank you very much.  He is a one person cat and that one person is me, as many a “lightly bitten” visitor to my home (or is it Milo’s home?) has discovered because he is soft and beautiful and my warnings about touching him go unheeded.  I silently feel humbled at the fact I am the only one able to rest my head on his 17 pound fluffy back in bed at night and have a face to speak of afterwards.  Others have not been so lucky with the Milo experience.  But, to his defense, friends are warned he isn’t a big cuddler, but the full, thick and silky fur gets the best of them and they stroke him anyway, quickly followed a by a low growl and a quick nip. On my time, please, is the clear message.                   

Charlie, on the other hand eats breakfast with the blind hamster I took in that needed a proper home.  A plush, velvety black cat with loopy, sleepy eyes that are cool beyond belief and spring open at the first sign of affection and play, this svelte 9 pounder is a lover, not a fighter.  He is the cat that I wish would stop licking me because I am not a fan of the sandpaper tongue.  Charlie, at almost 2 years is still known to chase his tail obsessively; still devoid of the knowledge it is attached to his behind.  This slinky feline is the one everyone looks for when they come to my place, searching for his familiar affection and often hightailing it past me upon entry to look for “Charlie Baby”.  It doesn’t occur to him that cats are supposed to kill rodents, so he hangs with the hamster.  It’s just who he is.  Milo, I suspect, is thoroughly repulsed at the whole display, as is displayed by the obligatory “thump” upside Charlie’s head, courtesy of Milo’s double digit paw.  But Heaven help another cat that hisses at Charlie in Petco, Charlie bolts and they get to deal with Milo.                    

When I was in the throes of opiate withdrawal, neither cat left my side for three days, except to eat and drink, play and use the cat litter box.  They sensed something was seriously wrong with a member of the family dynamic that is shaking, sweating, crying, praying and holding their head as the vice grip tightened.  Silently keeping watch, they slept curled against me when I was shivering and simply backed away from the heat of my body when my body temperature did a 180 and hot flashes overwhelmed me.  No judgments. No questions. No worried looks.  They just remained unconditionally for the duration.  When breathing was difficult and felt like more work than it was worth, I leaned into Milo and was calmed by the incessant purring that is non-existent any other time with this cat, as my profoundly aloof cat took on a entirely different personality.  Sleeping fitfully for jagged hours and warily opening my eyes; those distraught emotions receded for a few blissful moments, as Charlie’s cool and moist nose gently touched my face, reminding me that God also created animals for our learning, not simply for us to have dominion over.            

Now that I am much healthier mentally, physically and spiritually, the normal trials of the human spirit burden me like they would any of us.  Relationships, career, goals, and worries take unwelcome residence in my life like a ghost that doesn’t seem to realize it’s time to slip away into the abyss.  However, glimpsing over to the cats with furrowed brows of stress and worry, it quietly surprises me when I realize Milo has clearly been staring at me intensely the entire time.  It becomes profoundly clear to me that the silver thread of spiritual connection to that animal sanctuary of kindness, creation and interconnectedness is silently persevering.  Walking over and scratching their soft necks, I find myself thanking God for blessing us all with such treasures.

The irony is that we search far and wide for guidance, peace and some semblance of the heartbeat of life in our recovery and quest for a meaningful existence, often fixing our gaze straight past our humane societies, animal shelters or even the pets we already have.  Boy, do we have a lot to learn from animals in learning about ourselves. Drive through windows, cyber space, iPhones, text messaging and never ending verbal chatter is only a diversion, while these amazing creatures quietly wait for us to listen up and allow them to fully enter our lives and share their spiritual gifts.                              

I’m listening.

Diana Fairbrother

Click on the link below if you want an added moment of joy with music, pets and humor.  This comes recommended by  both me and my dog Ms. Scooby.  In Light, Diane               


Upcoming Workshops and Events To Add Motivation and Balance This FallReiki One Class October 24th, Sound Healing With Tibetan Bowls, Messages From Spirit, Learn How to Meditate Oct. 23rd and Tapping Into Joy

 A Day With the Angels

  and Messages From the Angels Oct. 17th

Angel Card Readings and Workshops


Thought for the Month


“Regardless of how well or badly they treat us, we pets will still greet them with unconditional love the next time they see us.  That is what they could have for themselves.  A Friend of MM’s once said, “I would much rather come home to my dog than to a person, because my dog won’t tell me how I’ve screwed up his life.”  That’s what we’re here for.”

                                        Excerpt from Shirley MacLaine “Out On A Leash"






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