Riya had been a devoted Reiki healer and energy student for over 7 years. A soul, she believed in the cosmic rhythm of the universe, in chakras aligning and energy flowing. Her sessions helped many — friends felt lighter, her students praised her intuition, and even her mother’s chronic migraines had vanished under her healing touch.
But behind the serene smiles and glowing testimonials, Riya was quietly battling her own storm — a deep longing for motherhood.
For years, she and her husband had been trying to conceive. They had tried everything — medical treatments, fertility diets, mantras, womb healings, even nightly Reiki on her sacral chakra. Still, month after month, the result was the same: Not yet.
She questioned everything.
“Am I not aligned enough?”
“Is there a block I can’t see?”
“Why is Reiki working for everyone else and not me?”
“What am I missing?”
She doubled her efforts — visualizations, affirmations, moon rituals, chakra oils. Her nights became rituals of asking, her days filled with hope… and anxiety. It felt like she was chasing the Universe, and the Universe was silently watching her tire herself out.
One evening, in a Reiki circle with her mentor, she broke down.
Through tears, she said, “I’m tired of trying to force this. I don’t know what more to fix. Maybe… just maybe… there’s nothing broken.”
Her mentor smiled gently and whispered, “Then why don’t you stop fixing and just start being?”
That night, something shifted. For the first time, Riya placed her hands on her belly not to manifest, not to heal, not to ask—but simply to say thank you.
“Thank you, body.
Thank you, energy.
Thank you, Universe — even if I don’t understand your plan yet.”
She still did Reiki every day—but this time not with force, but with faith. Not with need, but with nourishment.
She danced more, painted again, cooked for joy, reconnected with old friends. She stopped checking the calendar. She allowed life to flow.
Three months later, she missed her period. When the test showed two pink lines, she froze.
She wasn’t even expecting it.
Her husband ran in, holding her shoulders, “Riya, it’s happening!”
And all she could whisper was, “It’s divine timing… It was always divine timing.”
Moral of the Story:
Sometimes, we push so hard that we don’t realize we’ve stopped trusting. Reiki is not a shortcut — it’s a sacred alignment. When the soul surrenders, the Universe delivers.
Not when we want.
When it’s meant to be.
That’s the beauty of Reiki + Divine Timing — it doesn’t respond to force, but to flow.