Bagua · Healing · Intuitive Listening · Qigong · Reiki · Tai Chi

My Weebly Reiki and Intuitive Listening Website

Friends,

If you need Reiki sessions, Reiki training, or Intuitive Listening, please check out my services on Weebly! I’m still adding services, so the site is growing! In fact, now I offer lessons in Qigong and Tai Chi!

I am a Usui Reiki Master/ Teacher and a Karuna Reiki practitioner.  Reiki is a hands-on healing modality which originated in Japan. Much like acupuncture and massage, Reiki is a great complement to medical care. The universal life force energy that is channeled for healing is abundant, ancient, and omnipresent (available to everyone). It is unconditional love. Love is the best chemo!

My Reiki clients report stress reduction, relaxation, and a greater sense of wellness after each session. These sessions balance the flow of energy throughout the subtle energy system and organs, promoting healing.

You can receive Reiki in person or remotely. We are all connected, so distance healing is just as powerful as that received in person. Regardless of where Reiki is sent, I am always humbled by its gifts and miracles.

Intuitive Listening is a comforting service as I listen with compassion along with a card reading and/or Reiki treatment. These sessions have opened people up to new insights related to life issues and life purpose.

The Reiki training is thorough and provides practice and in some items I also provide tutorials. There are three levels of Reiki. Level 1 is an introduction with a focus on self-healing and treating loved ones, Level 2 is the practitioner level, and Level 3 is the Master/ Teacher level. Certificates of completion are presented after each level of training.

I was led to try a Reiki session when I had two cancer scares. The session was so profound that I felt it was a calling. Thus, I sought training.  My training and experience with Reiki has had a profound effect on me physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. I even feel healthier on the cellular level.

I find that my healing from anxiety and depression has been an ongoing and steady process mainly because I have chosen to integrate the universal life force energies into my being. By allowing, relaxing, and trusting this flow of healing energy, you too can recover from illness and stress.

I’m at the point now where I feel my ancestral trauma is being released and transmuted to the light, and I am gaining clarity on my life purpose just as you can. Another effect for me was heightened psychic awareness. I think we are all psychic, but we repress those senses. Reiki helps to release stagnant energy, which can then enhance our senses. Most importantly, however, my experience with Reiki has opened my heart.

Reiki energy raises our vibrations, which in turn helps us to live in the light and ward off the dark forces that attach to us. Like attracts like, so if we intend to resonate with our higher self and spirit guides, we can repel negativity.

Healing is a process of ascension as we embrace the healing and unconditional love of the Reiki energy.

The Reiki Principles in the featured image teach that wellness involves letting go of negative emotions, such as anger and worry, and embracing kindness, gratitude, and integrity.

What a beautiful world we could have it we could heal from post traumatic stress, depression, and poor health.

What a beautiful world we could have if we could forgive ourselves and others, and learn to love ourselves and others unconditionally. Healing is a deep study of the soul. It is holy work, not a quick fix.

For these reasons, Reiki and Intuitive Listening form an excellent complement to medical care. In fact, more hospitals are implementing Reiki sessions for patients and staff.

I also teach Qigong and Tai Chi, which I have been practicing since 2006. Yang style, Chen style, and Sun Lu Tang style. I recently started studying Bagua and Xingyi.

I have had crisis resolution and hotline training with a local Rape Crisis Center, and I have been trained as a Family to Family Teacher for the National Alliance for the Mentally Ill. In the class I taught, families of the mentally ill were trained on how to cope with their loved one’s mental illness. However, I am neither a doctor nor a psychiatrist, so during sessions and classes, I do not make diagnoses or prescribe medications.

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You can order on line. Descriptions of the products are available with the items. I take the major credit cards. You can book on line.

https://www.barbaraleonhardreikimasterteacher.com

barbaraleonhardreiki@gmail.com

I am grateful to be able to grow my practice and serve others!

Love and Light!

Barbara

 

Audio · Poem · Poetry · Tai Chi

New Audio: Fair Maiden

Fair Maiden

White leather sown with straps and beads,
Braids woven in feathers
Though fair skinned,
I am a Native maiden,
On my path winding inward.
The forest tangles
Yet opens its vines and limbs
As a cave mouth,
Where I enter, greeted by a wolf and a hawk,
Guides to an overlook.
Wolf at my side, the expanse opens up.
I fly with Hawk,
The wind drumming my face
To where the dance is,
The drums, the rattles.
Wolf and I dance.
As the Fire strokes my hair.
Drumming, chanting, whirling.
I whirl my arms skyward,
Embracing air. I am small,
For the twisting air makes night a shape,
Looming before me, it asks if
I am ready to die.
I stand bold, warding off Death.
Fair Maiden to the North,
South, East, and West, all directions.
Night Dragon breathes Fire,
But I ward off Death in the fumes.
All around the drums beating
In my heart, steady beats, strong.
I stand like granite.
I am the chanting, the dance.
The songs open to me
The words I need to know
As I emerge from the rage
Of Night, asking for my Soul,
Of which I have many,
One for every element.
The elders sing my divination,
Their faces lit by fire and stars.
The Night Beast withdraws,
Warded off by my Spirit,
There he rests, waiting
For another test of me, but
He’s really an Ally,
Guarding a contract
Written in parchment
By the Sea of Forgetting.
I am here to be reborn.
To awaken to Truth
And to lead others to their sacred gardens,
Where Fear makes their beasts
And where they greet Death
As a passage to their Spirit Name.
And emerge as warriors,
Gifted with arrows, feathers, and drums.

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: https://pixabay.com/en/native-sprite-dancer-folk-art-20341/

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Audio · Poem · Poetry

New Audio: In the Emperor’s Throne

I am a stranger

In a strange land

Bone to bone with natives

Capturing a sight once

Forbidden by the kingdom –

The Emperor’s throne.

It holds secrets revealed,

Legends, unfolding like silk

In stories bound in parchment

And sealed by scholars

Tested in cages;

Their triumphs, their duty.

The Emperor’s throne,

Guarded by Fu Lions and

Heated by cauldrons

Brewing the spoils of

Valiant conquests

Ending in tombs with mercury rivers.

The Emperor’s throne

Gave birth to the Dragon,

Stretching for eras

In wakeful slumber

Tended to by the masses

And nurtured into stone.

Up his steep spine,

I am pushed and pulled breathless,

Stepping on the shadows

Of ancient sentries guarding

The Emperor’s treasures of

Jade, silk, porcelain, and gold,

Gilded, woven, carved, and

Etched to perfection

In the likeness of antiquity.

At the peak, visible to all,

The Great Beast ends –

That way of stone –

To a train station in Shanghai,

Where a doll-eyed girl with long black braids

Greets me at the KFC.

To a city park in Nanjing, where

People walk their dogs,

Play Tai Chi, fly kites,

Dance to music from ‘Grease”,

And bring their caged birds

To greet the sunrise

In the shadow of the throne.

To a country road

Lined with carts of fruit and vegetables

And a farmer’s wife waving

As I snap pictures of her

Roosters, hens, and pigs

In the gaze of the Great Dragon.

To a landscape of people

In their daily toil –

Cooks in white linen,

Fishers sorting their catches,

Vendors lining the walkways

With silk slippers, gilded bags, and wooden combs.

To a city intersection with

Young girls on pink mopeds

Darting between students on bikes,

Families in cars, and workers on buses,

All frantically moving head on into

A silent agreement to part ways.

© 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image:

The Throne in the Hall of Preserving Harmony

Public Domain

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Audio · Poem · Poetry

In the Emperor’s Throne

I am a stranger

In a strange land

Bone to bone with natives

Capturing a sight once

Forbidden by the kingdom –

The Emperor’s throne.

It holds secrets revealed,

Legends, unfolding like silk

In stories bound in parchment

And sealed by scholars

Tested in cages;

Their triumphs, their duty.

The Emperor’s throne,

Guarded by Fu Lions and

Heated by cauldrons

Brewing the spoils of

Valiant conquests

Ending in tombs with mercury rivers.

The Emperor’s throne

Gave birth to the Dragon,

Stretching for eras

In wakeful slumber

Tended to by the masses

And nurtured into stone.

Up his steep spine,

I am pushed and pulled breathless,

Stepping on the shadows

Of ancient sentries guarding

The Emperor’s treasures of

Jade, silk, porcelain, and gold,

Gilded, woven, carved, and

Etched to perfection

In the likeness of antiquity.

At the peak, visible to all,

The Great Beast ends –

That way of stone –

To a train station in Shanghai,

Where a doll-eyed girl with long black braids

Greets me at the KFC.

To a city park in Nanjing, where

People walk their dogs,

Play Tai Chi, fly kites,

Dance to music from ‘Grease”,

And bring their caged birds

To greet the sunrise

In the shadow of the throne.

To a country road

Lined with carts of fruit and vegetables

And a farmer’s wife waving

As I snap pictures of her

Roosters, hens, and pigs

In the gaze of the Great Dragon.

To a landscape of people

In their daily toil –

Cooks in white linen,

Fishers sorting their catches,

Vendors lining the walkways

With silk slippers, gilded bags, and wooden combs.

To a city intersection with

Young girls on pink mopeds

Darting between students on bikes,

Families in cars, and workers on buses,

All frantically moving head on into

A silent agreement to part ways.

 

© 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: 

The Throne in the Hall of Preserving Harmony

Public Domain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Audio · Poem · Poetry · Tai Chi

The Birth of Tai Ji

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Wu Ji is Source.

Stillness, the Void,

No thing, Nothing.

The Essence

And Yuan Qi (Original Qi).

The Grand Ultimate.

The space void between Qian and Kun,

Pure Yang and Pure Yin.

The Essence

Tai Chi Chuan

Yang (Movement) and Yin (Stillness),

The Supreme Polarity.

The One plus The Two beget Life as

Source breathes the Ten Thousand Things and so

Tai Ji, The Grand Extreme, and so

Tai Ji begets Tai Ji Chuan.

 

Essence begets Qi,

Qi begets Spirit,

Spirit begets Void,

Void begets Essence.

Essence begets Qi,

Qi begets Spirit,

Spirit begets Void,

Void begets Essence.

This is the Great Mystery.

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I am sorry about so many spelling differences in my poems about Tai Chi. Qi and Ji are Chi. I wrote this poem after reading Sun Lutang’s book on Taiji. His life story is fascinating. He was a scholar of the I-Ching and Doaism. Let me know if this poem needs details. I don’t feel this one is finished.

© 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Image: https://www.google.com/

 

Audio · Poem · Poetry · Tai Chi

Tao Play

 

 

When they come to you,

They are but seeds,

Seeking redemption

In Tao play.

Taking their positions,

Centering in Wu Chi,

Nurtured by white cranes’

Wings and sparrows tails

Of which they knew

Little before they found Chi,

Embraced in a ball,

Encompassed by Tao.

They take to quarrels

With monkeys and prevail,

Warding off their fears

And sending them flying.

Seeds take sprout unfolding

In the light of the horizon

Through the temple gates

Out of the shadows of their lives.

Listening, they see

They are vessels receiving

And giving sustenance

From the source of life.

They sprout new growth

In swords and fans

And are lifted out of

Their birth place to new ground.

They find the balance

In all Forms, which,

When done to perfection,

Will make them immortal.

This poem was written to commemorate Kenny Greene’s 60th birthday. He has taught Tai Chi Chuan here in Columbia, Missouri for years for free. Many of us, and the classes are growing, have learned a great deal from Kenny not just about Tai Chi Chuan but also about community. He has received several awards for his service to our community. If you try to discuss politics with hum, he says, Grow your garden. He’s growing his garden and not getting caught up in negativity. He leads by example. He is also forever giving and unselfish. Someone in class today felt so behind by missing two Chen Tai Chi Chuan classes taught by Arthur Du, and Kenny told him to come by his shop. He would catch him up.  We indeed owe a great deal to Kenny Greene! Here I am reading my poem at his party. Kenny is in the background.

 

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© 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

 Image: http://www.marcusdargan.com/soul-of-the-world/