Reiki Plus Two

A Visitation from the Other Side

I recently started a tradition: every June, I travel for my brother’s birthday. I call it my grief trip. During this time, I fully celebrate his life and presence, embrace my freedom, and open myself to any messages from the other side. This year was no different, and yet it was.

This time I decided to head to London. After all, Beyoncé was scheduled to perform her Cowboy Carter show there, and there was no way I was going to miss it. What better way to celebrate my brother than with the greatest musician of all time?

But something else was calling me this year. I felt drawn to sign up for a Reiki class. As I deepen my understanding of the downloads and intuitive hits I receive, it feels right to explore the energy, the invisible presence, that’s been around me. I booked a session for my first full day in London. Maybe I would get a sign there.

On the morning of the class, I received a text from my Reiki master. She asked if it would be okay for someone else to join. The session was supposed to be one-on-one, but I felt open and said yes.

I arrived first at her flat in London. The moment I walked in, I felt like I knew her from another life. She mirrored my personality, my energy, my enthusiasm, my zest for life. We sat at her table, sipping tea and chatting, and it turned out we also shared a similar past. Her mother had recently passed away, and she was learning how to process grief while also remaining open to receiving any messages from the other side.

Just as she told me this, the doorbell rang. The plus one had arrived. Her name was Abby. And just like the Reiki master, Abby felt familiar. She told me that her session had originally been scheduled for the following week, but once she heard I would be there, she felt spiritually called to join. She said it felt like her spirit team wanted us to meet.

Naturally curious, I asked where her name came from. She told me Abby was short for Abena, a Ghanaian name given to girls born on Tuesday. I laughed out loud. She looked confused and asked why I was laughing.

“Because I am Abena too,” I said. “I live in Ghana. I was also born on a Tuesday.”

Another coincidence. Or maybe confirmation. We were meant to be there together.

After talking for a while, it was time to begin our session. I lay down on the mat, open to receiving, knowing something or someone might show up.

The room was quiet. The soft scent of frankincense hung in the air. I closed my eyes and placed my hands over my body, feeling for energy.

Then I felt it — the faintest tickle — a small, unexpected sensation: the gentle landing of a fly on my chin.

The images hit me hard. My brother had fingernails like blades. It runs in our family. For some reason, he never wanted to cut his. And he had this thing about flies. He could catch them mid-air with those nails, no hesitation. It always amazed me.

“Bro, how are you catching flies with your fingernails?” I would ask.
He’d just shrug. “I don’t know. It’s just a thing I do.”

Now here I was, in a Reiki session in London, and a fly was landing on my face.

“Brother… are you here?”

A flood of emotion surged through me. Yes. It was him. I knew it. This was his way of showing up. The fly was a messenger. He was thanking me for remembering him, for taking time to honor his birthday, for keeping his spirit alive.

Then something incredible happened. As I continued scanning my body with my hands, the fly began to move, not randomly but deliberately. It landed on different parts of my body, hovering with intention, touching places that needed attention.

The Reiki master stood beside me, stunned. “This never happens,” she whispered. “I never have flies in this house.”

She watched, wide-eyed, as the fly moved steadily down my body as if scanning me like a tiny, buzzing MRI machine, clearing away stagnant energy, limiting beliefs, and lingering resistance.

It was as if my brother was saying, Believe this. This is real.

And I did. For the first time, I truly surrendered.

When I finally sat up, I felt clearer. Lighter. Guided. The Reiki session hadn’t just been energy work. It was a visitation. A reunion. A healing.

I looked over at Abby. She smiled gently at me, as if she had witnessed something, even if she didn’t fully understand what had taken place. Somehow, she knew. We both did.

And I realized something important. Things aren’t always what they seem. Logic doesn’t have all the answers. That day, I let go of the idea that everything has to make sense. Who’s to say a fly can’t be a messenger? Who’s to say the universe doesn’t speak in symbols, in synchronicities, in soft landings?

There was supposed to be just me. Then there was a plus one: Abby. But by the time the fly landed on my chin, I realized there had been a second plus one in the room. My brother had come too.

The universe gives us exactly what we need, exactly when we need it. That day reminded me that nothing is random. Every encounter, every nudge, every whisper is part of something bigger. We were all brought together for a reason, a deep remembering that everything is connected. Everything is alive. Everything is energy.

From that day forward, I started noticing more. The plants. The animals. The symbols in everyday life. Even something like a crown of thorns began to speak to me about duality in new ways. I could feel their messages.

Everything is consciousness.
And I am too.