Friday, July 14, 2006

Yehu & the Shabahaba

A bundle of nerves piled up into a nest of static energy. That’s how I’ve been feeling lately. Left over emotions piled on top of freshly new ones have me whisked away at the bar drinking the rest of the owner’s Ketel One martinis.

“I thought I put two ahead on the top shelf here…” The owner mumbles.
“No, it’s that big haired girl sitting in the corner with her fifth martini, Bob.” The bartender says, as he glares over at me to see if I’m still ‘upright’ on my stool.

Naw, it’s not that bad. I’m just stressed out like anybody else—but I somehow seem to manifest it in different ways. They always say never tell what your anxiety attack symptoms are like, because chances are, people who listen to you will develop the same things. So I’m not going to list any symptoms or what I go through. Let’s just say it’s the old fashioned panic attack that plagues me lately.

Deb needs a solution. Deb seeks Reiki treatments. Don’t ask me why I’m writing like a nursery school book here. Reiki treatments are weird for some---and a healing experience for others. Reiki is an old fashioned way of releasing negative energy and pouring ‘white light’ into your system to drain all the bad stuff out. It’s done with a very light touch. It’s not a massage. The person who performs Reiki on you has to ‘believe’ in a higher power, and simply generates his/her energy from “God”, into you. The last time I had Reiki, my back was out. I went to chiropractors all over. Then one chiropractor suggested I do a fifteen minute Reiki session with his friend. His friend was this older lady who did this. My back was healed---instantaneously.

So let me just tell you about this bizarre experience I had yesterday at the spa where I went to get this treatment. Now keep in mind there’s a bunch of hot little numbers walking around in practically nothing, with new trendy hair styles and big clunky wedged sandals. Everyone has long colorful nails and is up to date with anything that has to do with style. The entire place is spewing out with gossip, laughs and a ton of, “Oh muy GAWD! You’re hair looks fabulous!!!” People are shuffling all over, cleaning up and preparing for their next beauty-to-be.

I walked into the place well aware of the busyness that this spa generates. And no, not only ‘business’, but the ‘busyness’. I walked up to the counter to let them know I arrived. Then I see this woman approaching me. Oh she was much different from the rest of them. She stood out like Marilyn Manson in a church choir.

I wish I had a picture. I can only explain the best I could here. This lady approaches me with long gray hair down to her hips. It’s pulled back by two barrettes. She has to be in her early 50’s to late 80’s. I know, it’s a huge age span, but this woman exuded weird exotic health. Don’t ask me what “weird exotic health” means, it’s the first thing that came to mind. She wore this long flowing gypsy-like dress that fell to her ankles. (No, her dress didn’t fall off---it was just very long.) I noticed she was barefoot. Lovely. Her body frame was frail and delicate, and her gait was full of love and peace; much like a hippy from the 60’s. She had a face of an eighty year old and a body of a twenty-five year old. It was a weird combo. My imagination drifted off. I thought, imagine if I saw her from behind and said, “Wow that chick has a nice body,” and then she turns around to reveal her face--and to my surprise it’s this corpse-looking face staring back at me. It reminded me of some sort of Creepshow segment back in the eighties.

So she walks up to me, and gently takes my hand to shake it.

“Hi, I’m Yehu Walkdeavalleyodeth. I will be your Reiki master today” As she bows down to me. (That’s not her name, I can’t remember it, but it was something like that-- probably given to her from some spiritual master.)
“Oh hi, I’m Deb.”
I said back, in this “earthly” not so spiritual tone.

She guides me in this tiny little room that should only fit one person. I was getting claustrophobic and my anxiety was increasing.

“Here, sit on the table as I tell you more about Reiki.” She said in this calm, hypnotic voice. Her calmness almost scared me a little. She looked at me as though she could read my mind. She explained the treatment to the full extent and basically overloaded my brain with a bunch of hocus-pocus gibberish that I didn’t understand. I was willing though.

She laid me on the table on my back with my eyes closed. She put on some new age Japanese music to soothe me. She begins to perform Reiki, as I felt the warmth from her hands on my head. She goes from the head down to the feet to release any negative energy. I can literally smell her diet. It must consist of tree bark, herbs, garlic and someone’s lawn. She was a total vegan—you can just tell. I didn’t care, I was in her care and I was in the state of relaxation.

BANG~^~CriNKLe CriNKLe~^~BANG!!!

Apparently there was a room next door that had people in there mixing hair colors and breaking open new packages for whatever. It was loud---and it was quite a distraction. I felt the Yehu’s agitation through her energy now. I begin to feel her anxiety increasing—which made my anxiety go up. This wasn’t good. Deb needed a martini…bad!

I feel Yehu get up quietly (as if I didn’t know she left) and walk into the other room whispering pleas of peace and quiet. I knew that’s what she was doing. I was glad she did.

It didn’t stop there.

“For real? GET OUT! No way! Oh muy GAWD she’s dating him?”
“Oh and you have to see the car he drives---out..rag...eous!!!

This is what we’re hearing from the front desk. It was penetrating our very small closet-like room into a pounding drum full of cheap gossip. Once again, I feel Yehu tense up…which ultimately made me tense up, since she was pouring out her energy into my body. Great. I need my meds now.

“Deb Pasquella? Oh yeah, she’s in the other room getting Reiki done. Come back later if you want!”

Huh? Who the hell is requesting ME at a spa? When Yehu heard this, I felt her tension once again. She saw my eyes open, due to hearing my name being blurted out at the front desk full of hens.

After the forty-five minutes were up, I sat up and she looked at me with this ‘incomplete stare’. I knew she wasn’t satisfied with her work. She was distracted, and so was I. There was an awkward silence. I had to break it.

“Thank you so much! I feel so relaxed!... Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
She says, in this calm, tranquil voice.
“Do you practice this on the side, and if so, can I make an appointment with you somewhere else?”
“I was going to suggest that. Here, take my number. I’m located at the Shabahaba.”

*Silence*

The Shabahaba is a CULT! It’s a commune full of spiritual wackos running around with no shoes on. (Of course I had to change the name of the commune in fear that one of these ladies practice witchcraft of some sort.) Then again, looking back at this Reiki master of mine, I can totally picture her with a black pointed hat and a –oh forget it... Why burden myself with bad karma? I’m so doomed by writing this post in the first place.

I gave her a very generous tip and headed out to pay the overpriced fee for what the spa charges. I walked over to meet my cute little manicure girl. She was waiting for me with my favorite color and a smile. I sat down and began to relax, as the cute little manicurist massaged my hands and made them look as cute as can be.

I start looking out the window and notice Yehu is waiting for a ride. She’s walking around the parking lot and making a lot of spiritual movements. I have no clue how to explain this- but she looked as though she was reaching out to the Gods praying in the midst of people coming in and out of this busy section trying to get a parking spot. I sort of got scared for her. What was she doing? Is she okay? Was she upset over the distractions the spa created for her? Were all her negative energy in ME now?

Finally a car picked her up and drove her back to the Shabahaba. I was relieved that someone grabbed her before the cops did.

Later on that evening, Amy came over and we headed over to this beautiful Japanese restaurant to have sushi. It was her first time eating sushi—and she liked it! She always emphasized on her blog to never, ever ask her to try sushi. Well, I succeeded! And now she has a new item to put on her menu of favorites. As we’re drinking sake and enjoying our dinner, the Japanese music that was playing in the background reminded me of Yehu.

I wonder if she’s okay…

27 comments:

Mike said...

Yanno....I wouldn't charge ya for a back rub.....just saying.

(I'm thoughtful like that.)

Natalia said...

Oh MY!!!

I first heard of Reiki a few years ago. Some people swear by it. I have been meaning to get myself a spa treatment for a while. I am in need of some good professional massaging.

But what you described is what I hate about spas...all those up to the latest second in fashion women, walking around talking about other people cause they have empty lives. ICK...those, I could do without.

:)

And yum sushi...now I am craving.

-N

~Deb said...

Mikey: Bring those big ol' hands over here!

Natalia: It's VERY relaxing and healed my back when I was having problems with it. I suggest it for anyone having any difficulties with pain or emotional wellness. I also suggest sushi for anyone craving good food! Isn't it addicting?

say it hot said...

Spicey tuna rolls.

Yellow Tail.

Salmon.

Sake.

Deb.

Yum.

~Deb said...

*Looks up at Amy*

Hmm.

say it hot said...

*looks down at Deb*

Uh huh.

~Deb said...

Moving on...

say it hot said...

Deb should be a licensed reikiologist.
You're hired Deb.
Do you have an opening at 6ish?

Maddie said...

Reiki has worked very well for you in the past, in addition to your openess and ability to receive "white light" healing, you are also able to give the gift to someone else. Years ago, you did it for me and I felt so much better and very relaxed! I'm glad things worked out with Yehu. I'm glad your back feels better. Yay!

~Deb said...

Yeah, it's amazing what Reiki has done for me in the past, and I'm surprised I didn't go right back into it. Now I'm going to make it a point to go every week...(If I can afford to!!!)

AWE said...

I would have left the session when the distractions started.

~Deb said...

You're probably right. Didn't think of it at the time.

Leesa said...

I had never heard of Reiki before. Very interesting!

jali said...

Are you going to call Yehu despite her affiliation with the interesting group? It sounds as though she has the touch. I'd like to hear more about her.

Russ said...

Yehu.

Doesn't that name sound like a sneeze to you? I think I make that sound from time to time when I sneeze.

~Deb said...

Leesa: It's great. Gotta try it!

Jali: I'm definitely going to call her. She was really calming and I know that I would have had a better session if I was in a different location.

Russ: Haha!!! It does!

Tense Teacher said...

"I wonder if she's okay..."

This is why I love you: Even though you're struggling through some really tough anxiety, you're worried about others. You're such a sweetie.

I hope your next treatment will be exactly what you need.

Saur♥Kraut said...

Mmmmmmmm, sushi! Go Amy! It's awesome, isn't it???

My massage therapist yesterday practices yoga and reiki. What's really weird is that when she gave me a massage, I suddenly knew there was a problem with her 24 year old daughter. And I didn't even know she had a daughter! So, I asked her "Do you have a daughter?" She said yes, and she was 24. I asked if she'd been in ill health yesterday and she stopped for a moment and said hesitantly that she had, and her daughter had been on her mind right then. I said it was weird, because I knew that! Strong energy connection between us...

SherBears said...

I'd heard of Reiki, but had no clue what it was, thanks for the education. Hope your next session goes better!

luckysevn said...

I think I might have to do a post about Reiki now... you've inspired me, deb!!!

Sushi is the first thing I'm eating as soon as I have this kid!!! With a glass of red, though. Maybe a little weird, but 9 months of deprivation will do that to ya!

JD said...

roflmao. i needed this just about now. after reading some disturbing news story, this jolted me back to this parallel universe. thank you Deb. come read a little something i wrote on my blog. :)

btw, the word ver for me was ppic (at least the first four letters). too funny.

TrappedInColorado said...

Now, this was the type of post that got me hooked on you. I was interested from beginning to end. Ofcourse, this just proves that you are the quintessential "princess" type! Reiki, manicures, pedicures. Oh, wait. Most princesses I know would not be seen drinking Kettle One. Never mind.

Peace

messiah said...

my mother is working on her reiki master level. she has also done quantum energy, and at least 2 others i can't pronounce.

the laying on of hands is not required, although it often helps.

the weirdest thing is the warmth that is generated in the area that needs the healing work. swear, it's the weirdest thing i've experienced.

a friend of the family was undergoing cancer treatment, so she was doing reiki work on him to limit the effects. she actually had to back off because the sores that need to develop to help bleed some of the toxins out of the system would not form.

i'd complain to the management of the spa though - see if you can get a partial refund, or a deal on the next session.

brought to you by today's word verification: bmypkexl

and the number 2

Sue said...

The reiki practioner does not have to necessarily believe in any SPECIFIC higher power only that there is one sending the healing energy. They are only a conduit for the healing energy. It enters our crown chakra and flows out our hands (tiny little slits opened up during attunements)to the patient. The energy then flows to where the patient needs it most. It may not be where you think you need it either. NEVER, NEVER should negative energy flow into you since we are only channeling the HEALING energy. If it does, never go there again......you should at the very least feel VERY relaxed and any healing may not happen instantaneously. I tend to not give more information than people need to know before a treatment because they feel hocus-pocusy. I tell them to think of it as a nice soft massage and then wait for them to FEEL it afterwards. try these links for info. here and
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Miss 1999 said...

Deb- That TOTALLY sounds like something that would happen to me! It would never fail that I would attempt to do something to help my panic attacks, and end up finding a cult member! *L*... I feel your pain, though. I've been having bad panic attacks at night, especially since I'm working by myself for over 6 hours. It's starting to get to me. I might try Reiki, but I'll check the person out first after your experience! :0) *hugs*

Walking Contradiction said...

Published on Friday, July 14, 2006 by CommonDreams.org


Real Christians Don’t Gay Bash
by the Rev. Jim Rigby


Progressive Christians tend to be nonjudgmental and to feel that challenging the intolerance of others is itself intolerant. For that reason we often sit by silently when Fundamentalist Christians criticize homosexual persons. We tend to think of this as being open-minded.

Not that long ago, it was considered consistent to be a Christian, and yet, hold slaves. The day came when slavery was understood as an affront to the gospel itself. I want to suggest that the day has come when Christians must declare that gay bashing is an attack on the gospel and that real Christians do not participate in any form of discrimination.

Several years ago, I was asked to do the funeral of a gay man who had been beaten to death in a hate crime. At that time, I had never thought deeply about the danger many gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender people face in this culture. That week as I worked on the service, I kept hearing a local “Christian” radio station blaming gay and lesbian people for everything wrong in America. By the end of the week I understood the link between religious hate speech and the funeral I was performing.

I know that critics of homosexuality do not consider themselves to be hateful. They would say they “love the sinner but hate the sin.” If the shoe were on the other foot, however, and someone were attacking their families, trying to take their children away, and constantly working to pass legislation to deprive them of basic civil rights, at some point they would understand that “homophobia” is too mild a word for such harassment. “Hatred” is the only proper term.

I was raised in Dallas, Texas and had classmates who were in the Klan. I remember that they did not consider themselves to be attacking other people. They perceived themselves to be defenders of Christian America. Their “religion” consisted of an unrelenting attack on people who were black, Jewish, or homosexual. If anyone challenged these views, these Klan members considered themselves under attack and believed that their right to free exercise of religion was being threatened. In other words, they felt that harassing other people was a protected expression of their own religious faith.

In the Gospel, biblical literalists and judgmental people were the negative example in many of the stories. The point of those stories was to teach us the hypocrisy of judgmental religion. When a woman was caught in adultery, the Biblical literalists lined up to protect family values. They pointed out that the Bible literally says that adulterers are to be stoned. If Jesus took the Bible seriously, they claimed, he would have to participate in the mandated biblical punishment of an adulteress.

Instead of following scripture, Jesus tells the woman to get her life together and tells everyone else to drop their stones of judgment. The only way to take this story seriously is to conclude that real Christians don’t use the bible to condemn other people.

It violates the teaching of Christ to say that God will get angry if America does not confront homosexuality as a sin. Jesus did not mention homosexuality and it is a lie to say he did. Furthermore, Jesus said “judge not or you will be judged.” These false prophets are saying “judge or else you will be judged.”

Jesus was kind and understanding, but he was not silent about those who abused the vulnerable. He called them “wolves in sheep’s clothing.” Christians must follow the example of Jesus and confront those vicious predators who use the Christian religion as a camouflage for bullying. We must be as understanding and kind as we can be, but to be tolerant of the oppression of others is not true tolerance.

I believe the time has come to say that genuine followers of Jesus Christ do not participate in discrimination against gay and lesbian persons. Is it intolerant to challenge intolerance? Are we doing the same thing as those we are challenging?

Gay-bashing is not just an opinion, it is an assault. Just as the Klan did, religious fundamentalists have a right to believe that homosexuality is a sin. They even have a right to preach a message of hate. But when they harass people in public, it is time for Christians to rise to challenge their intolerance. We have an obligation to protect our neighbors from harassment and slander, especially when it is done in our name.

It is time to say that gay-bashing is not only wrong, it is unchristian. If Christianity is grace, then judgment is the ultimate apostasy. If Christianity is love, then cruelty is the ultimate heresy.

The Rev. Jim Rigby is pastor of St. Andrew's Presbyterian Church in Austin, TX, and a longtime activist in movements concerned with gender, racial, and economic justice. This summer he is finishing a book on principles for a New Reformation. Email to: jrigby0000@aol.com.


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Bossy♥'s YOU said...

I have never heard of RIeke, but now I am scared.

and cults..oh my..

girl stay away from that dame!

for some reason this story of yours made me think of charlie manson and his following..not a good picutre..