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Discover the Power of Reiki Healing at Sangeeta Healing Temple in Delhi

In today’s fast-paced world, stress, anxiety, and fatigue have become an inevitable part of life. While modern medicine has made significant advancements, many individuals are turning to holistic practices to heal their bodies and minds. Reiki healing in Delhi is one such ancient Japanese technique that has gained immense popularity for its ability to balance energy, promote relaxation, and support emotional and physical well-being. If you are in Delhi and seeking a natural way to rejuvenate your body, mind, and spirit, Sangeeta Healing Temple is the perfect destination.

What is Reiki Healing?

Reiki is a Japanese word that translates to “universal life energy” — a healing practice founded by Dr. Mikao Usui in the early 20th century. Reiki healing involves a practitioner channeling positive energy into the recipient’s body through gentle touch or by placing their hands just above the body. This energy helps clear blockages, restore balance, and stimulate the body’s natural healing process.

Reiki healing is based on the belief that life energy flows through all living beings. When this energy is low or blocked, it can lead to physical, emotional, and mental health problems. Reiki practitioners aim to remove these blockages and restore the flow of energy, allowing the body to heal itself naturally.

Why Choose Reiki Healing?

Reiki healing offers numerous benefits that make it an ideal choice for anyone looking to improve their overall health and well-being. Some of the key benefits include:

– Stress Reduction and Relaxation: Reiki helps calm the mind, reduce anxiety, and release tension, allowing you to feel more relaxed and at peace. – Emotional Healing: Reiki is known for helping individuals process and release negative emotions, such as grief, anger, and fear, which can be stored in the body. – Pain Relief: Many people turn to Reiki to manage chronic pain, headaches, or physical discomfort without relying on medication. – Energy Balancing: By restoring the body’s energy flow, Reiki helps you feel more centered and balanced, which can enhance your overall sense of well-being. – Boosting Immune System: Reiki supports the body’s natural healing process by boosting the immune system and promoting recovery from illness or injury. – Clarity and Focus: Reiki helps clear mental clutter and enhances clarity, focus, and creativity.

Sangeeta Healing Temple: Your Reiki Healing Destination in Delhi

At Sangeeta Healing Temple, we are committed to helping individuals rediscover their inner strength, health, and vitality through the powerful practice of Reiki healing. Located in the heart of Delhi, our healing center offers a peaceful and serene environment where you can unwind, relax, and experience the transformative effects of Reiki.

Here’s what sets us apart:

1. Experienced Reiki Practitioners Our team of highly skilled and certified Reiki practitioners has years of experience in guiding individuals through their healing journey. Each session is tailored to meet your specific needs, whether you are looking to manage stress, heal from physical ailments, or improve your mental well-being.

2. Personalized Healing Sessions At Sangeeta Healing Temple, we believe that every individual is unique, and so is their healing journey. During your Reiki session, our practitioners take the time to understand your health concerns and goals, ensuring that the treatment is customized to address your specific energy imbalances.

3. Holistic Approach We believe that true healing involves addressing the mind, body, and spirit. Along with Reiki healing, we incorporate mindfulness practices and meditation techniques to enhance your overall experience. Our goal is to empower you with tools that can help you maintain balance and harmony in your daily life.

4. Safe and Comfortable Environment Our healing temple provides a tranquil and nurturing space where you can feel safe and comfortable. Whether it’s your first time experiencing Reiki or you’re a seasoned practitioner, you will feel at ease in our soothing atmosphere designed to promote deep relaxation and healing.

What to Expect During a Reiki Healing Session

If you’ve never experienced Reiki healing before, it’s natural to wonder what to expect. At Sangeeta Healing Temple, our sessions typically last between 45 minutes to an hour. Here’s what a typical session looks like:

1. Consultation: Before your session begins, our Reiki practitioner will ask you about your current physical, emotional, and mental health to better understand your needs.

2. Preparation: You will lie down on a comfortable treatment table, fully clothed, while soft, calming music plays in the background. You’ll be encouraged to relax, close your eyes, and focus on your breath.

3. Energy Healing: The practitioner will begin the session by either gently placing their hands on or just above various parts of your body. The hands are placed over energy centers (chakras) to encourage the flow of life force energy. You may feel sensations of warmth, tingling, or deep relaxation during this process.

4. Post-Session: After the session, many individuals report feeling more grounded, refreshed, and peaceful. Our practitioner will provide insights and suggest any self-care practices to continue your healing.

Reiki for All Ages and Conditions

Reiki is a non-invasive therapy that is safe for people of all ages. It can be used to support healing for a wide range of physical, emotional, and spiritual concerns, including:

– Anxiety and stress – Depression – Chronic pain – Insomnia and sleep disorders – Fatigue – Trauma recovery – Emotional blockages – Grief and loss – Low energy levels

Whether you are looking for a gentle form of healing to complement traditional treatments or simply want to bring more peace and balance into your life, Reiki can be a powerful tool for transformation.

Book Your Reiki Healing Session Today!

At Sangeeta Healing Temple, we are dedicated to helping you live a balanced, healthy, and harmonious life through the ancient art of Reiki. If you’re ready to embark on a journey of healing and self-discovery, we invite you to schedule a Reiki session with us today.

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[drumlincountry]

I am at the stage of trauma recovery that feels like reattaching previously dead limbs.

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

At first Minato thinks the sound he hears is his eardrums popping, but a moment later he realizes that it came from a distance– a distance they’re closing as they sprint onward, in fact.

In front of him, Sanada stops short. “What–?” Minato can barely hear him. “Dammit… Both of you, hang on!” He takes off again, not even short of breath. 

Minato is almost jealous. Despite all of his time spent with the track team, he feels dizzy and ready to collapse by the time the alleyway behind Port Island Station comes into view. Every breath might as well be filling his lungs with tar instead of air.

The shadows in the alley sharpen and focus into human shapes– not two, but three of them: one sprawled on the ground; one standing as tall as it can; the third looming over them both, arm extended towards the smallest figure, taking aim–

“Takaya!” Minato’s voice sounds foreign in his own ears. He wouldn’t have guessed he’d be able to speak at all, much less shout.

Everything happens all at once after that.

Takaya’s whole body jerks towards Minato’s voice. 

The shape on the ground lunges up and forward, taking the smaller figure crashing back down with it.

The gun goes off with a sound like–

Like a gunshot.

It isn't a clap of thunder. It's not at all like the crack of a whip. 

There is no metaphor that can soften the truth. 

The noise that tears open the silence of the Dark Hour is a gun being fired: a spark igniting powder propelling a bullet at shattering speeds towards the soft, vulnerable bodies of his friends.

Speckles of something dark and reflective fan through the air, glittering obscenely where they catch the light of the moon. Takaya almost seems to glow under that sickly light; pale skin and hair and eyes and shining silver gun gleaming ghost-bright in the murk of the alley, in stark contrast to the dark shapes huddled on the ground.

He meets Minato's eyes briefly. His expression is openly astonished for less than a moment before it shifts to fury, then is immediately papered over with a mask of calm indifference. He says something, but Minato is still too far away to hear. The Dark Hour swallows him up faster than Minato would have assumed possible.

He isn't terribly preoccupied with Takaya's Houdini act at the moment though, because–

"Shinji–!"

Aragaki lies prone on the pavement with Amada pinned underneath, whose breath is coming in shallow, panicked gasps, his face pale under dark splotches of blood. The bullet intended for Amada has shredded Aragaki’s right shoulder into a confusion of gore and torn wool and glimpses of pinkish-white that Minato tries not to think too hard about.

“Hang in there, Shinji!” Sanada hauls him off of Amada and onto his back, revealing another wound in his gut, a black well of blood. More of it dribbles sluggishly from the corner of his mouth. Aragaki doesn’t cry out in pain as Sanada and Mitsuru rearrange him in their hold, lifting him off of the cold concrete and supporting his head. He hardly makes any noise at all.

Minato feels like his ears have been jammed full of cotton. He can tell people are talking, but he can no longer pick out any voices or words. His vision tunnels, phantom colors chewing at the edges. 

He stands there and watches as Yukari frantically tears out of her jacket and hands it off to Mitsuru, who packs it hard against Aragaki’s ruined shoulder. 

He stands there and watches as Junpei unties his own jacket from around his waist and uses it to dab gingerly at the side of Amada’s face– it’s only now that Minato realizes that not all of the blood that Amada is wearing is Aragaki’s. The shape of Amada’s left ear is all wrong, like some of it is just missing, but Minato only catches a brief glimpse before Junpei presses the jacket over the injury and holds it there, hiding it from sight.

Yukari tries to summon her persona. Io flickers above her like a mirage for less than a second before vanishing. She pulls the trigger again, but the result is the same. She pulls the trigger again and again and again, face contorted and body heaving with sobs that Minato can’t hear. Io stops appearing at all. He stands there and watches.

It’s no use. They’re too far from Tartarus or any powerful shadow that could be harboring a piece of its influence. They’re too close to the end of the Dark Hour. Minato has two personas that can cast Recarm, but they wouldn’t be of any use even if he could draw his evoker, if he could move at all.

He stands there. And he watches.

Aragaki is saying something to Amada, and Amada answers through his sobs. Their mouths are moving, but Minato still can't hear. Why can’t he hear anything? Why does it feel like his mind is clouded over in static? 

Something jabs hard into his side and suddenly Minato’s ears work again, like a loose wire has been jarred back into place.

“--ato! Minato! Hey, are you listening?!” He blinks, dumbfounded, and turns to the source of the voice. Junpei is staring at him. Minato has no idea what he’d call the expression Junpei is making at him, but it’s not one he’s ever seen him wear before. “Give Sanada-san your coat, man! We need to stop the bleeding!” 

Even though he can hear again, it still takes him far too long to actually comprehend what’s being said. Junpei starts to repeat himself before it finally clicks and Minato shucks his jacket and hands it over. Junpei passes it off to Sanada, and Sanada presses it against the hole in Aragaki’s stomach. Aragaki doesn’t even flinch, just looks over at Koromaru gently nudging his hand. He pets him weakly. It’s probably the most movement he can manage.

“Just a few minutes–” Fuuka says, nearly hysterical. “The Dark Hour ends in a few minutes. As soon as it does, I-I’ll call an ambulance!” 

“Did you hear that, Shinji?” With the hand that isn’t leaning on the makeshift bandage, Sanada grabs Aragaki’s, gripping tight. Aragaki grips back, much weaker. “Just hold on for a bit longer!” 

“Aki…”  Aragaki’s voice is quiet and thready, but everyone falls silent at the sound of it. “Take care of him…” He slowly inclines his head towards Amada. 

“Don’t talk like you won’t be around!” Sanada says through gritted teeth.

“Pr…promise me, Aki.” 

Sanada’s breath hitches and he bites his lip against it. “…Alright. Alright, I– I will. I promise I will.” 

Aragaki smiles and Minato’s heart lurches. It’s sad. It’s final. 

It’s relieved. 

Aragaki is smiling like a weight has finally been lifted from his shoulders. He looks so content that Minato almost envies him. “This is…how it should be…” he sighs.

He slumps in Mitsuru and Sanada’s arms. Minato’s ears ring. There is a chorus of strangled cries from his teammates. 

Amada chokes like he’s been stabbed. “No–! H-he can’t–!”

“Is he–?” Junpei’s voice shakes.

“He’s alive,” Sanada gasps, still clutching Aragaki’s hand. “He’s still breathing–”

“I can feel his pulse,” Mitsuru affirms, pressing two fingers gently to Aragaki’s neck. “It’s weak, but it’s there. He’s only passed out, but unless he gets medical attention soon…” She can’t even finish her sentence, but she doesn’t need to. The implication is heavy enough. 

“Still breathing,” Sanada murmurs to himself. “He’s still breathing–” He says it again and again, as though he can force the words to remain true through sheer repetition.

Without fanfare, the green glow of the Dark Hour vanishes. The murky clouds that had blotted out the stars disappear and the moon returns to its normal size. 

“Yamagishi!”  Mitsuru exclaims.

“R-right!” Fuuka is already dialing. Her voice is strained and thin but steady as she relays the necessary details, and the person on the other end of the line thankfully seems to understand. It isn’t until she closes her phone that Fuuka allows a choked sob to escape. “Th…they’re on the way,” she says, her voice breaking. 

All they can do now is wait. Nobody speaks. Most of the team crowds around Aragaki, if nothing else to assure themselves that he’s still alive. Only Amada stays off to the side, until Junpei breaks away to crouch next to him and speak quietly. 

And Minato. He’s frozen in place, staring at the battered body of a man he’s come to greatly respect as the life slowly leaves him. His eyes burn, but it doesn’t feel like the sting of tears. They don’t feel wet at all. Has he been blinking? 

A hand rests on his shoulder. “Minato-san,” Aigis says, her vocals strangely gentle. How does she feel about all of this, Minato briefly wonders. “Are you alright?” 

“...No,” he answers, voice barely audible even to himself. Minato hasn’t felt like this since… not since Back Then. Not since the bridge, and the car.

Aigis’ face remains as impassive as always, but somehow she still looks sadder than she ever has. Sadder than Minato thought she was capable of. “I am here if you need me.” The compassion in her voice feels like a brick thrown against his chest.

It’s only a few minutes until they hear sirens, but it’s the most agonizing few minutes of their lives. Even in Tartarus, where a minute can stretch like taffy, time has never seemed to creep by so slowly.

A group of punks has started to gather, trying to gawk at the sprawled figure hidden within the protective ring formed by his teammates. They scatter as soon as the ambulance pulls up, stopping right next to the huddle. Four paramedics pour out and swarm around the injured parties as fast as they can. Two police cars arrive moments later. Officer Kurosawa steps out of one of them.

The alley is filled with disorienting pulses of red and blue light. Minato almost misses the sickly haze of the Dark Hour.

There’s a whirlwind of voices– explanations and questions and medical jargon– but Minato absorbs none of it. He just watches (again– again, he just watches, and does nothing) as three of the first responders transfer Aragaki onto a stretcher and load him into the ambulance. The fourth gently guides Amada inside as well. 

Everyone wants to go with them, but there’s only enough spare room for one more person. Minato isn’t surprised when Sanada insists it be him. Nobody argues, and the ambulance takes off the moment Sanada is inside. 

The last train has already left the station, so the rest of them will have to find another way to the hospital. And they will. They have to.

None of them can bear the idea of doing anything less.

[pigeonneaux]

garnet steven universe to heal my inner teen

[muchmossymess]

The ed greed ling dynamic has me in a chokehold and tbh I'm not complaining they are everything

[welcometogrouchland]

Stephanie Brown and Dick Grayson: I Am Going To Be A Good Parent To Pass On The Good Parts Of My Tumultuous Childhood/Give Someone Else What I Didn't Have Growing Up

Vs

Damian Wayne and Cassandra Cain: You Could Not Pay Me To Be A Parent For Fear I Would Continue The Cycle Of Violence

[enniewritesathing]

a little touch here and there

[deiaiko]

#7.1 Silent conversation

Every muscle in his body was sore, and the rocky ground that he laid on didn't make it any better. Grace knew he had at least three fractured ribs, given that his power was partially sealed by the floor administrator itself. But he had won the fight against Ren, the test that Hansung set up specifically for him. Now he was officially part of FUG, and done with the second floor.

If anything, the pain was actually grounding. Given that he had to participate in a war, this amount was close to nothing, just a mild inconvenience because he didn't have the power to quickly heal.

Light footsteps were the only warning he got that someone was approaching, and he felt an immeasurable amount of relief when he sensed who it was from the shinsu signature.

Grace tilted his head a little and smiled when he saw Agni. His heart swelled when his partner kneeled next to him and began tracing his face with rough fingertips. His cheek ached when Agni tenderly traced over it — there must be a bruise there. The hand lingered, Agni's icy palm against his skin acting like a cold compress. It felt really nice.

God, he missed him so bad. The pocket call didn't feel anywhere as close to witnessing the real person himself, tangible and alive.

Grace knew his voice would waver were he to speak anything at the moment, especially when Agni also looked like he wanted to cry himself. So they just drank in the sight of each other, gentle touches reminding them that they were not alone, and it was alright. Grace didn't need Agni to say anything to understand what he was feeling, or what he couldn't say out loud. After all, this wasn't the first time they had a silent conversation.

Grace double tapped Agni's knee and lightly squeezed it. 'I'm here, I got you'.

Agni's eyes widened slightly before softening, his gaze no longer distant. The corner of his lips slightly pulled upwards and the lines between his brows ceased. He returned the gesture by double tapping Grace's palm and squeezing his wrist.

Grace caressed the knee with his thumb, 'are you alright?'

Agni shrugged, but he gave him a reassuring smile. 'I don't know, but I will be'.

Agni reached for his lighthouse and pulled out a bandaid from the first aid kit that he had always brought ever since he lost his healing sweetfish. Grace had long known that Agni had a habit of keeping his hands busy whenever he needed to gather his thoughts, so he let Agni clean every small cut on his exposed skin and wrap them with a bandaid. Agni frowned when he reached Grace’s chest, which most likely had a bad bruise on it, but didn't say anything else and left it be.

After he was done, Agni drew a circle on Grace's palm. Sometimes it meant 'what's on your mind?' and other times it meant 'distract me', but either way, Agni wanted him to talk. He could refuse, of course, but Agni had read him like a book. He was thinking of something before Agni came, after all, being left alone in this cave with his thoughts.

So Grace patted the ground next to him and Agni laid down, shoulders touching and hands intertwined. Grace cleared his throat to test the waters, making sure his voice wouldn't crack.

"This place is nostalgic for me. I used to lay on the hard rocky ground and stare at the ceiling for a long time. It was cold, dark and humid, nothing like the bed we usually sleep on and nothing to see up above. But it was peaceful. Just me existing without needing to think of anything. It got me thinking. . .what would have happened if I didn't come to the tower? Every scar, every death, every loss. . .is it worth it? You always came to my mind then, and I know I would rather have this than being alone in that place."

Agni squeezed his hand, "My life would be meaningless if I never met you. I climbed the tower to find something worth struggling for. And here I am, with you. Even if I have to experience every scar, every death, and every loss all over again, as long as you're here. . .I’d say it's worth it."

Grace brought their intertwined hands closer to his lips and kissed the back of Agni's hand. It meant either 'thank you' or 'I love you'. He didn't need to turn around to know that Agni was blushing.

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[krist-420]

ARCHANGEL MICHAEL Gave this Battle Cry to US !

[toxicroyjamie]

What's your vision for Jamie and his dad in season 4?

Georgie sues James for £30k in unpaid child support (even tho she doesn't actually need it because her son is a millionaire) and her and Jamie and Simon go on a super fancy luxurious vacation with the money

[constantvariations]

Considering aura is a thing, it'd probably be a lot harder to catch a batterer since the victim's wounds would heal and leave no evidence

[stormyoceans]

[BLEATS PATHETICALLY]

[waywardsalt]

probably going to rework my human bellum design again

[officersnickers]

never enough imagery of isabella and leslie actually surviving and being happy. at least not for me 😔

[goddess-of-graphite]

The Great Notes App Exodus: Half-Dead and Still Kicking

The thing is, Jason’s been a ghost for a while, okay? Six whole months, and it’s been a goddamn adjustment, being capable of floating through walls and falling through furniture if he’s not careful, if he’s not concentrating. He goes unseen and unheard in a manor too full of grieving to only be residence of two people - Alfred keeps his room tidy and untouched, as if it’s a shrine to keep care of, and Bruce is…

Jason is, was, Robin, so he can’t quite help himself from following in Batman’s shadow as the man patrols, more vicious, more brutal than Jason has ever seen him. He takes more risks, gets injured more often - and it’s terrifying, the way Batman grieves, as if trying to follow him into the grave. So Jason follows, unbeating heart in his throat, and only relaxes again when Bruce is safe in the manor, sleeping off whatever injuries he got during the night.

He can’t interact with the world, but he can watch the shades of past residents going about their lives, and he learns things from doing this even as he fears becoming them one day, mindlessly replaying a life long passed. He can snoop and explore without worry for being caught, and if he ever gets bored he can practice flying (so much harder than it seems - he’s careful never to go too high, too worried that he won’t be able to come back down again, even with the ceaseless curiosity in the back of his mind wondering - just how far can I go? Beyond the sky? Could he touch the stars, if he wanted?) and when everything is terrible, when the memories of his death, his last few hours of life, haunt him, when he is drowning in his own head, he finds distractions; the way the air currents sometimes seem to react to him, trying to move things like ghosts do in those terrible movies, chattering to whoever is around and pretending they can hear him, finding mysteries to solve (what’s up with that camera kid, anyway? He’d never noticed him before…) and trying to read books in the library through sheer force of will, usually ending up just reciting the parts he knows.

(Two months and a bit in to this whole “ghost” thing, he finds out the deal with the camera kid. Jason can only be relieved because, kid’s got a point - and Bruce seems to do better with someone to protect, to teach, to watch over.

He’s not practically tearing people apart with his bare hands anymore. He’s not taking hits he should have been able to avoid anymore. He’s not lurking at the edge of rooftops anymore, staring at the ground as if contemplating how far away it is.)

And Tim… he’s weird, but brilliant, and Jason feels a little protective of him. Follows him whenever he goes out, sharp eyes watching his back regardless of whether he can protect it or not (and maybe it’s his imagination, but the world seems more real when he’s watching over Tim, closer and present in a way he can almost feel, as if he could actually affect the world, if he just tried hard enough - if he just needed to desperately enough).

And then, six months after his-… after this ghost thing started, something… changes.

Something Happens, and he can almost taste the strange Knowing - something, somewhere, has gone wrong, or perhaps right, and the ripples extend beyond the event, slipping into each corner of the universe with the subtlety of a truck, and yet somehow unnoticed.

The ghosts notice. Pale shades lift their heads, existing outside of their own memories for the first time in an age - and Jason, who is new, who is Robin, who lived in Gotham where all things become possible, is hit by the wave of Something Happening Elsewhere Rippling Out and wakes up in a box.

In a coffin.

(But Jason has been a ghost for six months, and the pain of living again is enough to reach for the existence of being a ghost, and by the time he has sorted himself out and half-clawed, half-floated his way out of his grave (again), he doesn’t expect himself to be anything but what he has been for the past six months.)

(And then, of course, he discovers he can interact with the world if he concentrates, if he wants it enough, and he assumes that Whatever That Was made him a stronger ghost.

It’s not an unfair assessment. Incorrect, but not beyond reason.

Why would he think he came back to life, anyway? That’s a bit far-fetched, really.)

[hum--hallelujah]

wearing a safety pin as an earring every day both because I am punk but also because it's the only thing I can get into the piercing on one side