As a counselor and energy worker for many years, I had heard from numerous people about their experiences with Reiki. Whenever I heard about something new that I could use to help people, I studied the process and attended the training to learn more. I decided to learn what Reiki was all about.
In 1998, I attended a weekend Usui Shiki Ryoho Reiki Level I, (Shoden) First Degree and Usui Shiki Ryoho Reiki Level II, (Okuden) Second Degree Practitioner Certification classes in Mount Vernon, Washington.
One essential element of Reiki training includes a process called attunement or initiation. It can be provided in private or as a group. Given several times throughout the training, it supports the Reiki Practitioner’s sensitivity to the energy and to a spiritual connection.
Midafternoon during the first day of the class the Reiki Master Teacher led me to a small room where she began the attunement. Part of the initiation is a tapping of the hands. At the conclusion of the procedure, she walked downstairs to get another student, and I took the opportunity to use the upstairs bathroom.
Between the time I left the room and the few steps to the bathroom, I noticed that blood was pouring out of both of my hands. I was concerned that the blood would pour over my hands onto the Reiki Master Teacher’s plush carpet. I just barely made it to the bathroom sink.
As I ran water over my hands, I kept hoping that the flow of blood would stop. Eventually, the blood did stop flowing from my hands after about 10 or 15 minutes. I examined my hands carefully and did not find any cuts or reasons why they bled.
I continued with the class until it ended. I did not say anything to anyone about what happened.
The next day I attended the Usui Shiki Ryoho Reiki Level II, (Okuden) Second Degree Practitioner Certification class. In the afternoon I was directed to the upstairs room for another attunement. Thinking the bleeding perhaps was a curious one-time event I focused on what the Reiki Master Teacher was doing. When it was complete, and she left to get the next person, I decided to use the bathroom before walking downstairs.
Suddenly, blood poured from both cupped hands again, and this time it spilled over my fingers. I grabbed a tissue to soak up my blood. It seemed like it took about 20 or 30 minutes under running water before it stopped but was probably quicker. Again, I examined my hands carefully and did not find any cuts or any reasons why my hands bled.
During a break at the Reiki Master Teacher’s kitchen table, I decided to share with everyone what had happened. None of the other students had a similar experience but they were curious about what I described. The Reiki Master Teacher said that in all of her many years teaching the Usui Shiki Ryoho Reiki classes; this had never occurred. She offered no explanations.
Later that night when I returned home I pulled out the tissue I used to catch all of the blood and found something curious. The tissue had dried blood in a small circle when it should have been soaked. It didn’t smell like blood and it had a very small dark area about the size of a nail in the blood. This is the image above of the unfolded tissue.
I took more training with other Reiki Master Teachers and then I became a Reiki Master Teacher teaching Reiki certification classes for students in several states. The bleeding never occurred again. Some of my students became Reiki Master Teachers and presently continue to certify Reiki Practitioners and Reiki Master Teachers.
Currently, I teach Usui Shiki Ryoho Reiki Level I, (Shoden) First Degree Practitioner Certification, Usui Shiki Ryoho Reiki Level II, (Okuden) Second Degree Practitioner Certification, and Usui Shiki Ryoho Reiki Level III Third Degree (Shinpi Den), Reiki Master Teacher Certification classes in Prescott, Arizona.
Over the years since I became a Reiki Master Teacher, I shared my experience with numerous scientists, many prominent members of the clergy, Reiki Master Teachers, and diverse spiritual teachers.
I was curious about their response to the spontaneous bleeding. The consensus; that it was stigmata or something similar although I did not exhibit any wounds.