I'd planned this Saturday around self-care. Nothing urgent or rushed, just a day to listen to what my body needed. My monthly Reiki session was at the center of it all, something I always look forward to.
But this session was different.
Usually, Reiki brings me into deep stillness. That place where thoughts dissolve and time becomes irrelevant. Where I can finally stop holding myself together and just be.
Not today.
Today, my body felt electric. Restless. Like every cell was trying to stretch beyond its boundaries. I kept shifting on the table, unable to find that familiar surrender. It wasn't uncomfortable exactly, more like trying to contain something that had grown too big for its container.
"I can't settle," I finally told my Reiki master, almost apologetically.
She smiled, her hands still hovering above my solar plexus. "You're not supposed to. You're outgrowing your space."
I blinked at her.
"You're getting ready for something new," she continued. "Your energy is expanding. Don't fight it."
The words landed deep. I'd been feeling this undercurrent for weeks, maybe months, but couldn't name it. That sense of standing at the edge of something, waiting for permission to leap.
When the session ended, I felt simultaneously grounded and untethered. Like I'd been loosened from some invisible mooring. I gathered my things slowly, trying to integrate what had just happened.
Outside, the afternoon sun hit differently. Brighter somehow. More present.
I called a Lyft and watched the street while I waited, still processing. A woman named Charlotte pulled up in a silver car. The radio was already playing as I climbed into the back seat, one song fading into static.
I reached for the seatbelt, my movements automatic. Click.
And then—
Trumpets.
I knew those trumpets.
"It's the final countdown..."
The goosebumps came instantly, spreading up my arms like wildfire. I sat perfectly still, barely breathing, as the synthesizers kicked in and a familiar voice filled the car.
Time collapsed. The exact moment I'd secured myself in the seat. The precise second the song began. The way Charlotte didn't react at all, just drove calmly forward like she hadn't just become an unwitting messenger.
I didn't need to analyze it. Didn't need to question or doubt.
The message was crystal clear:
This is the moment before the moment.
Not an ending. Not a warning. A threshold. A cosmic heads-up that something I'd been preparing for, perhaps my whole life, was finally approaching.
My Reiki master's words echoed: You're getting ready for something new.
The song continued as we moved through traffic, but I was somewhere else entirely. Suspended between what was and what was becoming. Feeling the countdown in my bones.
I don't know exactly what's coming.
But I feel it.
And I think I’m finally ready.
✦ Have you ever received a message through music? I’d love to hear it.
