Before we begin there are a few important things for you to remember. These are necessary to keep in the forefront of your consciousness as you undergo your ‘upgrade’.
You are loved….even in your most unlovable moments.
You are always supported by The Universe.
You came for a specific purpose. You may not remember our
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During the next few weeks, your body, mind and spirit will undergo great changes. It is important to remain as grounded and as centered as possible. These shifts are necessary and needed for
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Several weeks ago, my friend Jean said, ‘buy new carpet–make it cheap–but buy it new’.
She’s my coach in a way with all the home things I have on my plate.
Sometimes when people talk directly to your soul, you know it. It’s like Spirit has a layer of energy in their words. And I listened. I ordered the new carpet. It’s just for the stairs and one small area.
The old one was stained up really bad from when Anthony was a baby.
I can’t begin to share with you the lessons…from the WHOOSH of refreshing energy once all the furniture was out of that room…to Anthony helping me move the furniture, and be a little more grown up…to the dolly my dad had insisted I keep, and only while moving the furniture did I figure out WHY he told me to keep it…
While I meditated yesterday afternoon, Ross told me he wanted a certain piece of furniture out of the house.
I took it downstairs by myself. I put it out front and said, ‘free’.
Anthony helped me move what Ross wanted there instead–all the way onto the dolly, then end over end up the stairs. Anthony commented on how it’s nice to use his strength, and to ‘grow up a little’. (Those are Ross’ words, not mine, and it’s nice to know Anthony is listening.)
Between the two of us, Anthony and I interpreted what Ross wanted on this piece of furniture where it was.
It’s gorgeous, and gives me great peace, and is a total improvement without paying one penny!
Last night, in meditation, I ‘managed upwards’–and I held a stone with the word BLESSED on it, and sent my love and gratitude up to my guides.
If you can’t say anything…
This is an Upper GI with Small Bowel Follow Through radiologic study.
It is given to someone who has blockage of the intestines, to see where the blockage is–they aren’t quite blocked up enough where they need surgery immediately, but it’s getting close and the surgeon wants to know what is happening to the patient.
The energy is shifting rapidly.
It is on schedule.
There are things I know, that I can’t tell you.
But I will let you know what is going on with me, so you will not be surprised with what is going on with you if you experience it too.
Electronic things in my hands are going bananas
The O.R. table ‘clicker’ won’t work with the ‘level’ button. It shorts out. This happens in every room.
My phone is broken and I had to switch to backup.
My home phone is broken too–I can call out but I can’t call in.
People at my work are Cray Cray
There are factions and subdivisions in my group that are so unpleasant I keep wondering if I must change places of employment. People are angry and upset because the ones who can’t do O.B. don’t have to do it, like them, and instead they get more call assignment in the O.R. The payor mix in O.B. is horrible–the lowest of the lowest reimbursements. So they are losing money AND losing sleep to work there.
These people can’t even look me in the eye. I stood up to them at our last meeting. I said I am a single mother, I work hard, I take ALL of my calls (many of them skip their O.R. call and give it to another)–and to look me in the eye and let me know where I stand with them.
Ross says not to worry, things will resolve soon, and I am protected.
I am seeing a side of me I never knew I had
I wanted to know about Mormons. Apparently Peter and John made John Smith and one other guy ‘priests of the order of Melchizedek’. I was curious and wanted to know more.
Ross wouldn’t tell me, but said he would in meditation that night.
Well, instead of the Mormons, I got the Magdalen. My little card deck I don’t like, and ignore.
All these feelings came up. Ross wrote about them last time.
But the next night, these three cards came up: FAMILY CRUCIFIXION ASCENSION
Well, that one set me off the deep end. As a soul. I am aware of my physical body and my house and my job.
I started crying and telling ‘them’–my guides–I was really traumatized by the whole thing I saw. It’s like I have PTSD. I need help.
They asked me how I felt? What would I have done?
And I shocked myself. That part of me that keeps everything nice stepped aside. And my soul’s repressed anger came out.
I beheaded Pilate in one swift swoop and held his head up like Judith in the Bible. But that wasn’t enough. I showed it to the crowds to shut them up. I kept holding it by the hair and bashing it again and again on the ground in a rage.
Then all of the people I heard jeering? I had supernatural angry things out for them. I’m not the one that said, ‘forgive them for they know not what they do’. I took it out on them. Every single one. And even now, their souls–except for one who suffered the same fate as my Beloved–are on fast track to merge with the Galactic Central Sun.
This includes the ones who organized the whole thing. Those souls are skewered through their chakras in an immobilizer, held up in front of the crowd, and THEN going into the Galactic Central Sun.
I want nothing to do again with ‘those mean people’.
I want none of it!
The whole time my feelings came up, my guides asked me, ‘how do you feel?’ and I said, ‘POWERLESS!’ and cried some more.
They did not judge. They stayed back. And I knew these feelings must have been buried for a long time, and needed to come out. (see this link for Saul’s message on similar subject). I didn’t judge them either except they were really strong and probably not good to leave hidden deep inside.
The next day, yesterday, Ross was very quiet. As were my guides.
Last night I was told to take off all my jewelry. Actually the beaded bracelets in the morning. I was told to wear larimar. I did. (I got a message to get my thyroid checked. I have ignored it for two years. My ENT can see it. He ordered a scan. And as we were talking a general surgeon came in and said he was removing a thyroid that next case for ‘compression symptoms’.) You know, the blue chakra?
Anyhow, I wasn’t permitted to meditate last night. I just slept.
This morning I was just ready to wake up and I was asked ‘what is the greatest miracle you could ever experience?’
I didn’t know. Seeing Ross? But what about Anthony?
Ross asked me gently, ‘did you feel like I liked the others more than you?’ I said yes.
He asked me, ‘did you feel like I broke our marriage vows by going out and doing what I did?’
I said yes, and started crying. I kept asking, ‘why? why? why the whole thing? why the suffering for all of us here?’
He said, ‘You know I love you.’
I said I did. But I’m blind! I’m so very blind to the whole thing. Here he is married to me, in this incarnation, and I can’t understand anything of the spirit.
He said, ‘If you were blind I would put the little bumps on the stove so you could use it, and I would make all the safety features for you. If you were blind I would see to it your happiness (I saw him carry me to a field of flowers where I could feel the breeze and smell the fragrance).’
So here I am feeling like his disabled spouse (galactic wise)–and here he is clearly accepting it.
(I don’t wear the jewelry when they want to get a ‘read’ on my energy. I also know WHY he had to die, there was no other option–it was to save souls but I won’t go into that. I also know a little more but I’m not saying.)
I kept saying, ‘Why? WHY?’ and being miserable.
That’s when he told me to reach for the sugilite. It’s very good for moments like this. He told me to wear as much as I can in my pocket for today.
My baby daddy’s dismay
One would think that an ex would be that–an ex.
I spend so much time talking to mine by text. It’s really frustrating.
Anthony was to be with him last night. I was driving home early, we hadn’t confirmed, and as I got near to the school I wanted to double check to make sure I could go home and not worry.
He got miffed.
And when he gets miffed there are lots of texts.
My life is totally insane in the scheduling department. Even my world-class breast cancer surgeon yesterday said she could never do my job. She said, ‘you never KNOW when you will go home!’
I thanked Jared for being organized and dependable, because it really helps.
But there was misunderstanding about my work schedule and his weekend because there was a wedding he needed to go to and he wanted me to watch Anthony when he went in the afternoon, but I have to work.
I didn’t make excuse. I explained the situation–my work requires I work on some weekends, so I schedule my work when Anthony is with him. That’s why I’m not flexible. That’s why I scheduled the weekend with my mom–so the cousins could play.
This all went through four hours of texting. Off and on. Even through dinner.
I asked myself WHY once more. And I know Anthony is worth it. It’s just a little too complicated for me sometimes. And we are both cordial and nice to each other–there’s no anger–it’s just a lot of work.
Ross
Carla got a workout.
The sugilite gave her kundalini a surge, and helped her get her balance.
I recommend always to go to the kundalini when everything seems to be falling apart. It is the best stabilizer we have, and sugilite is exceptional for this. It goes in from the crown down, and stabilizes everything.
I have been watching Carla and taking everything in.
Both of us know, and so do all of you, that in the movies, when they want to hurt the hero, they kill the family members and torture them in front of the hero.
They don’t just kill the hero and let the family members watch.
They don’t kill to ‘make an example’ in front of a crowd.
They terrorize and break the soul of the deceased’s Beloved.
Carla has been reliving those days without me, while Carla was still incarnate in that life, experiencing the full realization I was gone from her for the rest of her life.
She does it in her sleep, and in her half-awake state.
I won’t go into it now, but I can assure you it was a lot less fun than what you were told in your catechism.
Carla didn’t like my going away. I am never coming back the way I was–she knows it–and it’s still true. I am never going to be alive in a physical body like you.
I have my Light Body.
It’s close but it’s not the same.
Yours are approaching ours in the physical vibration–there is a moment when all will uplift–and your bodies will be more like mine than they have ever been, while still being your own.
You shall not exchange them.
You shall be able to modify them as you see fit, but not totally exchange the one for the other. Not at this time.
Jane, Carla evaded your question because of the situation. I will be glad to speak to you for us both, about our relationship, and who I am, and who Carla is, too. It isn’t just an anesthesiologist, or psychic, or Reiki healer…Carla is with me, and our souls go a long way back. I wanted you to understand because you asked most sincerely, from the heart, and Carla, due to her lack of work, and the others who were present in the room, was not free to answer back to you from her heart, although she would have liked to. Jane, you are doing a wonderful job with raising Julia. You deserve to experience the joy of motherhood, and I wish you a fantastic Mother’s Day in a few weeks. I thank you for taking care of all of my sick both in body and in spirit that I sent to you. You are an excellent healer–and it is more than your mind and your hands! It is your heart! Thank you for your acceptance of and support you give to Carla here. Your comments about her thyroid, coming from you, meant more than you will ever know…to us both.
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Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc Couple
Because I overslept I must keep this short.
Yesterday, I took all the ‘shred’ mail I had kept in a bag for about three months, and took it to our back yard. There is an old gas barbecue that no longer is functional.
Anthony and I had ‘science’.
He also burned one of his summer projects with popsicle stick ‘houses’ he made last year, while he was unhappy with the summer program.
We added more and more unwanted things–things that weighed me down. Why is it people send credit card applications in the mail, and for our own financial security, we must guard these and shred them? It is mail that is ‘intrusive’ into my home. I can’t toss it in the trash. Not any more. Back in the eighties I used to.
What is fascinating is I have zero fire signs in all of my astrological chart. Not in any one of my twelve houses.
Yet I choose fire to cleanse in this way.
My mother, on the other hand, IS a Sagittarius, and is FIRE in every way, every single way!
And for HER, she chooses water to destroy her mail like this. She soaks it in a bucket until it’s all pulp.
We both hate to use the shredder, even though I have one and she doesn’t. (I put all the shred into the garden as compost when I do have the patience to use it.)
We also cooked on a different grill last night. It was the first time I put corn on the barbecue. Did you know all fresh ears of corn from Trader Joe’s is non-GMO? I just let it singe for a good long time. It was delicious.
Ross
(he taps the microphone–ed–tap tap tap and blows into it) Do you hear us? (he implies him and all of his teams up where he is–ed).
I bought Carla flowers yesterday.
Carla ‘sensed’ I wanted them for her, and as they walked up the steps into Trader Joe’s she told Anthony I wanted him to help me pick out a bouquet.
When they took two steps into the store, Anthony said, ‘I know which ones are for you mom. I don’t have to decide.’
There were bouquets of roses, one dozen, for $6.99, and he went right up to the red ones and gave it to Carla, saying, ‘aren’t they beautiful mom?’
In many ways this trip to Trader Joe’s was an answer to Carla’s unspoken prayers in her heart!
I insisted on the flowers, because the last two trips to the store–they were different stores–I had offered and Carla declined. She had some lemon verbena from the garden in a vase, she said, and she didn’t need it.
But today I had the flowers, and Anthony was excited about one more thing!–the ready made lunch items. So for this week, all of the work Carla has to do in the morning is a little less. Instead of making lunch Carla is ‘assembling’ them. Today Anthony has turkey wraps and tomorrow of all things, low calorie Chinese chicken salad. It’s what he likes.
Carla on the other hand has quinoa lemon and arugula salad, with beets, and is delighted to have saved a little work on her part.
Last night Carla had a little assignment on her private time with me. It’s not what you think, or how it sounds–Carla meditates. She has a little spot all worked up in her closet, with a meditation cushion and last night she wore the mantle that was made for her by the incarnation of Archangel Raphael. It is green and very soft, and it soothed her sore shoulder. (Carla did some playing catch with Anthony, and it ‘talks to her’ at the end of the day).
I had Carla do a reading for herself. From two decks.
The first was from Doreen Virtue’s Archangel Michael deck. I told her which card to pull. She was puzzled as she read the prayer at the bottom to invite Archangel Michael to talk to her in her dreams. Carla was like, in her heart of hearts, ‘why the formal prayer? don’t I speak to him like this already?’
(he holds one finger up–ed) But Carla obeyed! Carla read the words, and did as I invited.
The second deck was the Magdalen Oracle cards. Carla had bought them just to take the last one off the shelf from the crystal shop so no one would look at them.
And in all these six months, even Carla hadn’t in her own home!
Carla was highly critical of this deck! It was entertaining for us as we monitored her remotely. I was taking ‘reads’ on Carla’s reaction to the perception others have of this figure–as she looked through the deck, with all the dark, red, early Picasso-like drawings, Carla wrinkled her nose. At the ‘Intimacy’ card, the ‘Sacred Sex’ card and the ‘Lovers’ cards, Carla was offended. The old label of the ‘whore’ was ‘updated’ but still in effect, even in this.
The only thing that Carla liked, and that was just a little bit, was the quote in the commentary at the beginning of the little book, that says, ‘Magdalen is the Archetype for the neglected Feminine principle’.
That one was a little ‘close’ to home.
One last thing.
Carla moved all her furniture out of the living room, in preparation for new carpet that is to be installed this week. Right before bed she saw Anthony sitting on the floor with a toy and all the screwdrivers in the house.
She helped Anthony change the batteries on the little turtle that puts the stars up on the ceiling. He has had it since he was five, and can’t sleep without it in their home.
Anthony had been independent and trying to open the little battery compartment himself. He had the tools, but not the right size one, and had stripped it.
Carla went through every screwdriver. Carla did not blame Anthony but instead said she had stripped it halfway the last time, and he had finished the job. It was not his fault.
Anthony rolled on the floor in agony that his turtle was not functioning, and would be gone. He asked if they could buy a new one, and Carla said, ‘these things are a fad, and they go. We could buy something similar but not a turtle.’ And in her heart Carla cried to ME for fatherly assistance, as the ‘man of the house’.
Carla told him! She said, ‘if this works it is Ross who fixed it but not me.’
Then Carla got up, got the needle drivers from the O.R. she has kept since residency–and grabbed the screw from the outside, clamping it, and spun the turtle to unscrew it.
While she was doing this I told her it was a lesson to Anthony about growing up and leaving the baby things behind–just a short introduction lesson.
And Carla understood!
Once the battery compartment was open, she let Anthony exchange them. But he needed a little help, and when he asked, she helped him on that too.
Both were surprised to see how much brighter the turtle light shined.
Carla commented on how as you use it the battery dies so slowly you can hardly perceive it (he taps the side of his head–as if this makes a HUGE connection to the Matrix–and how it is being replaced by the Higher Realms–ed).
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Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc Couple
Unity In Design
Part of advanced anesthesia training, is being able to decide on a clinical course when the patient has two concurrent underlying disease states which require the OPPOSITE way to handle them under anesthesia. For example, with a ‘full stomach’ (a recently digested meal) we would want to use a rapid-sequence intubation with succinylcholine. However, with an ‘open globe’ (a major injury to the eye), the use of succinylcholine on induction of anesthesia is to be avoided due to risk for extending the injury to the eye. So a patient who has an eye injury plus a full stomach–presents sort of a conundrum that only the advanced anesthesia practitioner can decide a course for the patient under their care and to navigate it safely.
As we grow in Spirit, we are asked to combine our perceptions of the opposite ‘extremes’ as you have it, in our Illusory experience of Duality…and to find the common thread which unites the whole.
What I am going to share with you, are the examples which on reflection about my day, bring up.
Give and Take
This morning my colleagues decided as a group to hold a meeting at six in the morning. On a school day. On a school day where I have my kid. Usually we have them at eight on Saturdays. But people don’t like to go. So we have it before work.
I had to wake Anthony up at five thirty and take him to the sitter who would feed him and take him to school.
I was fifteen minutes late to the meeting because I overslept.
I had packed our lunches, and skipped breakfast. I had my coffee and cottage cheese with banana during the meeting.
The faction of the people who do O.B. call and are complaining–are Middle Eastern. For them, MONEY is something I cannot comprehend. There is a cultural thing with the Egyptians in our group–we have many–where being number one in the payroll department is the only thing that matters. So there are people who try to take hours, take call, work more…but that is not enough.
So now they are arranging a way to ‘even out’ a ‘pay disparity’ between those who take OB call and those who don’t, because the OB census is ‘way down’ and ‘they have to stay twenty-four hours in the hospital away from their family’.
These people don’t bat an eye to stay up all night in the main O.R. making money.
They complain when they are in the hospital only getting a stipend when they are on O.B. and ‘business is slow’.
I asked for confirmation that to take more work from the O.R. for O.B. ‘to make it fair’ is going to take away from others whose only work part-time is in the O.R. (I work denser work hours with disproportionate call).
I was told ‘yes’.
In my pocket was a bracelet I had hand-made of the finest amethyst and faceted moonstone beads. It was a gift to our CNO (Chief Nursing Officer, number two in command at the hospital). After the meeting, I walked over to administration, to try to put it on her desk. They have all kinds of security there. I buzzed and put my smiling face up to the camera at the door.
She came to the door! We sat and she asked me ‘why’? (I had promised her one a while ago)…
I said, simply, ‘Because I love you.’
She makes beautiful needle work, and I’ve bought a quilt of hers in a raffle for my mom. I know she works hard and does a lot of ‘managing by walking around’. (I got to know her over the past two years on our computer anesthesia record project.)
Her bracelet was called ‘Purple Rain’, and she laughed when I told them she could say it was designed by (my last name).
I didn’t ask for anything in return.
I was filled with love and gratitude, and I thanked her for making this a nice place to work.
Contrast…
It all has to do with the heart…
My Patient
She is improving in ICU. I spent some time in the room with the nurses and with her mom. I also asked our electrophysiologist (cardiology specialist) about the high heart rate, and does it warrant a further work up? Fortunately, no, it’s normal response to the severity of the illness. It’s compensatory to the hypotension. Just like tachycardia in response to a fever. It’s the body’s way to heal.
The night after the surgery was horrible. I came in last week on my day off. I heard (once she was getting better) that the first night the nurse worked so hard draining drains and transfusing and working pressers–that she was crying the whole time, and the mom was crying. They were crying together because there was so much to be done and everyone was pushing themselves to the limit wanting to do their best. It was mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausting to care for someone that sick.
But it paid off.
And she is getting better.
I told the mom, ‘The nurse now has a new respect for me. She knows what I went through the whole six hours of the surgery. Only I couldn’t get my surgeons upset. It would have been counterproductive. I dealt with the blood pressure and metabolic changes the whole time while making sure the patient was asleep and pain-free.’
Most people don’t get it, what I do. They see the smiles and the jokes about the reason anesthesiologists are so happy is because we put the propofol in our coffee as a creamer (it’s milky white)….
I walk the edge for my patient with them, between life and death, and I fight really hard for them. It’s in my training. I do this every single day. No matter if I get paid for it or not. It’s called ‘being professional’.
Now in the ICU room, on our visit, we were talking about normal things, the mom and me. About how I got the funniest feeling the other day that her daughter my patient is supposed to be some inspirational person or something like that–for a whole LOT of people. I also shared with her the script for the skit I’m supposed to have a role in for tomorrow–they are filming it for the Medical Staff Annual Meeting. It’s an honor the Chief of Staff invited me to be in it. It’s hilarious and to hear her laughing in that ICU room was the most healing thing of all…
It meant LIFE was present!
I’m intuitive. And between the Reiki I requested, for her, and my being at the bedside a lot and talking basic medicine stuff with the family and the nurses, I ‘sensed’ my patient knew on some level I was there and it was going to be okay. Everyone else did too.
It all starts with the energy.
Then it takes the love and gratitude and skills of the team. Including the angels–both incarnate, and disincarnate–including you.
Double Stuck
I worked on someone yesterday and again today. I can’t tell you why. I can share I worked with a different team than I usually do. I was a stickler for the antibiotic. The patient had missed a dose, and I wouldn’t let the case start without it.
I called the pharmacy and the recovery room where the tube system station is–at least six times each, making sure it was coordinated and got to me quickly so I could give it to the patient. (is it here yet? did you send it?)
At the end of the procedure, the little Vietnamese member of the team, walked up to me with a smile.
She said, ‘If I ever need to get anesthesia I want you to do it. You are SO SOOTHING!’
Later tonight, on my way to the parking lot to go home, a colleague also asked me to do the anesthesia for her mom’s knee replacement. (this one works part-time, like me, and we are close–both kicked out of OB, and now, very thankful to be away from that part of the hospital and the drama that goes with in on the nursing side.)
One of the things people in my group, the ‘takers’ do not seem to understand, is that by going through the heart, and doing the right thing, people are absolutely drawn to you. And they have a good experience. By word of mouth, people know who genuinely cares about them, when they are sick, and vulnerable, and who is only paying lip service to them and going through the motions because they are only interested in the money.
I have had people refuse to have surgery without me.
I have had special requests where I have been permitted to go to a plastic surgeons’ office with special privileges for a day–because they had no pain when they woke up the last time I worked with them at another office.
I have had people switch hospitals away from where their insurance sent them, to have me watching over them where I practice, not the other place.
I come in on my day off, for these special requests.
Is this ‘fair’? Is this something you can tally up and divide like a piece of pie to make sure no one gets the bigger piece? I think not.
It just IS.
You can’t quantify it. And you certainly can’t force people to go to someone they don’t want to have do their anesthetic when they have a choice. And they ALL have a choice, that option. Only they don’t know it, for the most part. Only those who work in the hospital know.
It just IS.
Dichotomy
I am a single parent–in the physical state; in the spiritual state I get a lot of help from Ross!
The less time I have with my son, the more precious it is.
Tonight, we went out for pizza to the same place I used to go on Friday nights when I was a kid. I remember the jukebox, and the little fireplace our family used to like to sit next to, and the fun of being together. I used to adore playing the pinball games!
We had the same thing tonight as I did forty years ago–pepperoni pizza with root beer.
Anthony got to play the video games.
What I love about the place is that nobody has ‘updated it’. It looks old, and well-loved. The money ‘CHANGE’ machine looks forty years old LOL. So are the video games, they are antique.
I like places that aren’t trendy and perfect. I get so tired of society and marketers telling me what to like and how to live!
I think plantation shutters turn the home into a jail. With all the bars. And you can’t ever really open the windows all the way, on the sliding glass door shutters, to get all the light in.That post in the middle is in the way.
I can’t stand ‘energy saving lightbulbs’. Yes this is Earth Day. You know who I am! But I don’t see any benefit when they cost damn near ten dollars and throw off inferior quality light. It’s ‘bluer’. It doesn’t have the same incandescent spectrum.
You would think with all these people going solar nobody would care if we use an extra watt or two on each of our bulbs, you know?
I don’t like granite in my kitchen. Granite belongs right where it’s found, in the mountains, and not some crazy strip mine to take it out. Granite kitchen means somewhere else in the world there is an ugly hole in the ground. It’s not renewable and it never has been!
I see people cutting down trees. Big ones. Trees cool us with the shade. But the ‘ecosystem’ here is to rip everything out, kill the whole damn hillside, and put little drip lines with weird non-native plants and all the bark stuff all over it.
It’s ugly.
And it’s counter productive.
Why not let Nature take the hill and design it?
I adore the green grasses that turn to gold in the summertime, all over the large hills with no housing developments on them. The mustard bushes add the perfect color, and create wonderful habitats for the birds.
I tell you, when mankind gets off his high horse, and allows Nature to create instead–just like in the forests, and the beautiful deserts, and the hillsides, and the arctic…and allow harmony for all the various lifeforms…now THAT will be Heaven on Earth!
When we stop living in our minds, and start experiencing Life with our Hearts–all this change is going to happen. Our Hearts are not ‘random emotions’–it is the Wisdom and the Intelligence that is connected to the Universe of All That Is–which we feel as ‘right or wrong for us’, that ‘sense in our gut’ or ‘inner knowing’–to follow this is what is meant by ‘living in our hearts’.
Ross is happy. He wants to speak.
Ross
Contrast.
Contrast contrast contrast contrast contrast.
Carla has no boundaries–not from her workers who annoy her with their ways and extremely low vibration–but they are One team, and Carla has helped them, often taking extra call for them when they were sick or had a death in the family.
She and her patients are One, all brothers and sisters from Creator–and her patients and their families SENSE it.
And Carla is One with the Earth! Carla has an understanding at a higher level of expertise than the average aluminum can-recycling citizen who means well and cannot fathom how the very THOUGHTS that go around inside their head are just as polluting if not MORE! to the total experience on Gaia in fact because they contribute to the general lowering of the vibration of the Collective on the globe!!!!!
This is why Carla and I invite you to go into that quiet space which is inside your heart, with no distractions, not even while you are driving and relaxed or going fishing–but to block everything else out, and just for a while, experience being a Child of Creator.
Be alone with it. And realize you are never alone!
(he smiles mysteriously–clap! clap!)
Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc Illuminated Twin Souls
Today I was asked by Ross to share with you some of our conversation. As I sat down to write this, Anthony, who I had just tucked into bed–came and asked me to rub some lotion on his dry feet for him.
He said, ‘I tried to do it on my own but I messed up, Mom.’
I said, ‘Sure, I would be happy to put it on for you, no problem!’
And we were both glad. Now MY dry hands–they get that way from washing them so much at my work between patients–feel better as I type too!
The conversation Ross wants me to share just was a ‘welcome home from a long day at work’ conversation between us. The part I recollect, is how I said to him, ‘I never feel like I am helping you–I can’t tell honey.’ I showed him a picture of a farmer going to work, and how the wife knows by doing certain chores she is helping him and the family to live a better life.
He understood.
He said actually, I help him every day. Just by being kind and helping others, and from opening my heart.
It was a good ‘reality check’ for him, in a way, to see how I need to feel ‘useful’ in a relationship.
I also confided to him I would like to be able to make him a gift that’s really a surprise, and no fair peeking into the future! No using all that advanced whatever it is they all have up there to figure out the gift!
He set me straight.
Candidly, he shared how my loving him like I do is the greatest gift of all. He said that things that have been taken away increase in their value. With my free will that chose to come back to him, and love him–every day I share the feelings of love I have in my heart with him–is a wonderful, priceless gift he does cherish deeply in his heart.
The other one–and I am not sure if all couples do this because I haven’t had the best outcomes in 3D couples here on Earth–is how when I say things now like, ‘I need you, Ross. I’ve had a long day. May I please have a hug? It is most comforting to me, to have your presence.’….Ross starting today, has shared, ‘I feel the same way about you.’
Closer and closer we grow in our relationship.
Tonight we had hot chocolate together as a family, in our good china, and the hot chocolate in a huge teapot. I make it from scratch, with two tablespoons cocoa and two tablespoons coconut sugar (low glycemic index) per mug of milk. We had some leftover PEEPS marshmallow candies, and I put an egg shaped one on Ross’ cup at his request.
Anthony teased Ross about it, and said it was not the way to do it. And quick as lightning, Ross shot back–through telepathy–‘you don’t know how to eat!’ (with good taste). Ross was giving Anthony a hard time, and Anthony LOVED it!
There isn’t anything more Ross wants me to say. I have an early start tomorrow. I’ll see what he likes me to write now for him.
He also wants me to share with you I have my certificate as a Psychic now. My psychic development teacher Anne’s program–I’ve completed now with her. I am a certified Healer, and Psychic. Not that I need the ‘little piece of paper’ but it’s nice to add to my CV (CV is a doctor’s resume, a Curriculum Vitale).
Ross
(sigh) What can you say? I am HAPPY and CONTENT with life, and all there is to go about it.
That is what you get, after all the ‘stuff’ you have to release, gets released! Carla is feeling it. Carla is delightful in her work.
(he wants me to share this story with you, and it’s making me cry a little to share it. There was an eighty something year old Vietnamese woman for a procedure. I can’t tell you what, but she told me she couldn’t sleep for two days, she was so worried about it. I smiled, and told her I am ‘Bac si no dao’. This means Dr. No Pain in Vietnamese-English. She gave me the most beautiful smile of relief, and said, ‘when I saw your smile I KNEW I was going to be all right.’ She couldn’t believe it when the procedure was over. She said, ‘I felt no pain. I thought it was going to hurt. But I do not have pain.’ –ed)
That is my girl.
Carla has a lesson. I am smiling as I write it. A friend and patient of Carla’s is very sick. Extremely sick, and according to one entry in the chart ‘has a very poor prognosis’ (I see him smiling with a challenge to that author–ed).
Carla is brilliant!
Instead of ‘accept’ or ‘reject’ on the critical state, Carla ‘obeyed’ with just one ‘modification’ on her lesson: Carla said, ‘Ross, I want you to prepare me and assist me if it’s her time to pass.’
(he pauses–ed)
EXACTLY!
Carla found a new way to get through the lesson, and modify it to make it more acceptable to her!
(he is rubbing his hands together –he’s happy and excited–ed)
It doesn’t HAVE to be ‘win or lose’. It doesn’t have to be ‘win – win’. It doesn’t have to be ANYTHING that ANYONE has ever experienced in this life!
IT’S ALL UP TO YOU!
This is exactly like saying to yourself, as some people did when they were in medical school with Carla, ‘I do not like to wake up early in the morning. I will study at home, and buy the lecture notes that are sold for the class. I will do my best to learn the material in my own way so I will be able to pass the test.’
These students didn’t go to lecture like they were supposed to, and they wrote their own rules, but they PASSED the tests!
THIS is how the way things shall commence when we are in 5D all of us together.
I want to spend a moment writing about Prince, the entertainer and musician–he has met his own fate. Although his music was divine and all of us like to listen to it, this did not save him from the fact that at the end of his life, it was Him and His Creator, face-to-face, with the following question:
Do you wish to heal? Or not?
Do you wish to recover what you once had, as a soul, before you were incarnate? Or just let it pass?
These are VERY IMPORTANT questions! I do not wish you to underestimate what I am trying to say!
It comes to a point where, after all this (waves his right hand at the Illusion–ed) each individual soul (waves hand side to side–ed) it is between THEM and CREATOR with the Free Will that is always honored and respected, to search for the answer from their heart when posed with the question, ‘change and grow? or stagnate in your own filth of what you make it?
Some souls–not every one–but some are BEYOND the opportunity to ‘go back to the safe 3D planet to work out their lessons’. (he taps the desk twice with his hand–ed).
STAY or Grow?
Do you wish to STAY where you are in your current state of development?
Or do you wish to get back to where you once were, and restructure your lesson plans to fit your needs? And move past the location and vibration where you are today.
I won’t answer the question about Prince. I won’t let Carla either, although she knows like I do.
(he smiles mysteriously, and shrugs. He is so very adorable and articulate, is he not? –ed)
(clap! clap!)
Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc Couple
Yesterday I made pancakes for Anthony and me. I had the day ‘on standby’ which meant NO four a.m. getting up, NO crazy morning rushing and instead enjoying taking Anthony to school.
To celebrate, I chose the Pandora station ‘Pepino the mouse’…
It’s the music of my childhood. And the very song I had in my head, the very first song, PLAYED when I started Pandora.
I was so happy, I was dancing in the kitchen as I was preparing the food. I was a little teary-eyed, because the people I used to listen to this music with, my dad, my nana and nannu, even my Uncle Ben–in one way or another are all gone. Mom is all I have left.
If you sing before breakfast you’ll cry before supper…
I remembered that old saying, and how most often in my life that one is true, and accepted my fate for the day.
Does anyone else besides me have their guides tell them what card to pick when they do divination? Mine are like, ‘third card, two, seven…’ so when I deal them in the layout I have the ones they want in the spread.
Ross and I are so close these days, and working very strongly together. He ENJOYED me singing in the kitchen, and Anthony rolling up the little chicken sausages in the pancakes. We skipped the syrup and butter.
On our little online Unicorn Oracle cards–after Anthony was at school–he told me which one to pick. It said, ‘flexibility is encouraged to get through your day today’.
I was like, okay…
Long story short, I had to go in to work for an emergency case that was not a true ’emergency’, but it was a coordination of two surgeons and me by patient need and also patient request.
I needed to be at the hospital by three thirty for a four-o’clock case. Both the patient and the surgeon were texting me to coordinate.
I didn’t really eat lunch. So Ross said to relax at my favorite sushi place with the little conveyor belts. I did. He also told me to eat up because it would be a long time until I eat again. I still haven’t had a meal…
Once at work, it was hard. It was a delay. I had made a bracelet for my patient, because I’ve taken care of them for two years now. This was the big surgery, the one we hadn’t wanted to do but was really necessary.
Once in on the case, the lines were not the easiest. There’s a lot of reason. But it was a critical case, and my job was all the more difficult because of technical issues with arterial and venous access.
The surgery took forever. I finished at one. Got home at two.
I checked, first thing this morning.
The difference between an anesthesiologist taking care of someone who is critically ill, and a nurse in the unit, it shows. I worked long and hard, and patched things together metabolically. And this morning, you could tell it wasn’t me taking care of the patient. This makes sense because nurses don’t sit at the head of the bed and stare at monitors the whole time like me. They have other tasks.
I ask your healing prayers for this patient. And the family.
All I could say is I went into my closet–where I meditate (I have a cushion) and I cried.
Ross was there.
I told him I need him.
He said, ‘why?’ and ‘how?’.
I struggled to find the words. I told him I couldn’t explain it and I didn’t know why, but I do. Still, he asked, ‘why?’ and ‘how?’
I said, ‘I need you like a baby needs it’s mother’.
Ross was very deeply moved by my faith, and my humility, to put our incarnate-disincarnate spiritual relationship like that.
It’s true. He is all that and more, if I could find the words for it.
He told me we will never have to say goodbye to each other again.
At this I bawled. I told him I hated the goodbyes.
Then he showed me something new: it was an alternate timeline for us in our past incarnation. We grew old together! I made him dinner every night, and he told me when he liked it. We had GRANDCHILDREN and I saw them bouncing on his knee. As we grew older, we talked about our ‘goodbyes’–even then I didn’t like it. And he explained how whoever ‘goes first’ would hold the space for the next one.
I saw him die, an old man, and he told me my love was everything he ever needed as his last words. I held the body, I cried, and I tended to it for burial, which was in a shroud deep in the earth. I saw myself go to his plot every day and talk to him. I saw myself failing in health. And I saw one day how he came back to me, in full health, in spirit, and took me home. I remember crying in his arms and saying how much I had missed him! It was so good for him to be back.
After this, I looked in the room, which was a total disaster and disarray, and the lawyer wants to come see the damage to the home. I have a LOT of cleaning to do before he comes! Everywhere!
Ross gently said, ‘throw everything out that doesn’t make sense’.
OMGosh that worked! It’s so much better than the daily OM course! I vacuumed and cleared with no problem and threw things away too.
As I was cleaning, I found a polishing cloth, for jewelry. And then–I’m not sure how exactly, but it was while I was seeing the tribe of ‘dust bunnies’ under the bed and pulling old socks out from there, a tiny piece of metal came.
What was it?
I couldn’t believe my eyes!
It was the very special pandora charm, the one with the symbol of Love from one Twin to Another, from him to me! I had lost it in the operating room. I KNOW. I heard it fall a short time after I bought it. I looked everywhere in the O.R. and couldn’t find it. On my hands and knees!
But here it was, a little tarnished, but still it! It’s a ‘stopper’, it opens like a clamshell. I polished it. And it’s on.
I trust in him, in all things.
No matter what.
Ross wants me to post recent things from online:
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