She started the call with a basic overview of what was going to happen and asked if I had any questions. I - awkwardly - told her that I wasn’t coming into this with the most open of minds and why. Emily, the boss babe that she is, went on to explain the science of it all in a way that made sense to me while letting me open the door for the woo-woo to come.

I won’t go into all the details, but as I laid there in a deep relaxed state, I felt this cooling sensation. I swore it was just the fan moving the blessedly conditioned air protecting me from the gods-awful Florida heat. I noticed, though, that with every chakra she touched, the cool sensation moved up. At my sacral chakra, I started noticing the upper half of my body heating up compared to the cooling below. The air-conditioning excuse worked until she got to my solar plexus chakra and I felt a literal line of demarcation across my body from my elbows down. Everything below? Cool and calm. Everything above? Warm and buzzing in anticipation. Right at my solar plexus? GIANT BALL OF HEAT. It was like a wizard from D&D was holding a fireball right there.

It gets more intense though because she mentioned an American Girl doll at some point after that. Now, I had this American Girl doll as a little kid. Her name was Molly and in my mind she was just like me. Long brown hair, glasses, horrible at math… I adored that doll and the gilded edge, hard-cover book my parents had gotten for me about her. I took them with me on a trip to New Hampshire to visit my grandmother who passed away a few years ago and, being a little kid from flat south Florida, got seriously car sick on the mountainous drive to her house… all over my doll and book. I was DEVASTATED. My parents cleaned me up, but couldn’t salvage my treasures. Luckily, my grandmother helped them to replace them both and being reunited with my treasures was one of the best days of my young life. 

I tell you this incredibly personal story not because I love telling strangers stories of my childhood, but because when the session finished, Emily told me that she got a message before the doll. She told me the message was “eat beans and broccoli from grandma.” Mind you, Emily knew nothing about that. She didn’t know that my grandmother had passed. She didn’t know about the doll. Heck, I hadn’t even filled her in on how I hadn’t quite managed to get nearly enough fiber into my days as prescribed in my nutrition plan! There’s no way she would know to bring up that doll nor that the message should come from my Grammy. The only way is if my stubborn, BOSSY grandmother came to her and told her to give me one last instruction from wherever she is. The woman just couldn’t help herself I guess.

The day after the session, I could honestly swear I was neuro-typical. It was a similar feeling to how I felt for a month after I had my two-hour A.R.T. session with my therapist a year ago. I was calm and happy without being manic. I was productive while being able to set and keep boundaries to keep myself from overworking. I took my two 10 minute breaks for the first time since starting at my job a year ago! It was like everything just made sense and felt right. Like I felt right in my body. 

The best part is that even though that initial feeling has faded and I am once more my very NON-neurotypical self, I’ve managed to keep the momentum and a fraction of that centered happy feeling by using the rituals and practices learned in the [Warrior Goddess Transformation] program. I genuinely feel like I’ve started on a new, sustainable path toward becoming my best self regardless of weight loss. I honestly cannot recommend having a Reiki session with Emily enough. Even if you don’t have a mind blowing spiritual event, the relaxation and centering you get from the session is SO worth it."