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Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Today I am going to superimpose several themes together, and I invite you to be patient until it all connects in the end.
This morning I had a tough choice--to sleep past the alarm, as I had only four hours sleep, or to wake up and 'do my thing'. I slept in.
Once I was up, I was getting ready, and I felt the 'pull' to write. So I did. I recorded important things that happen in my spiritual life, to help you in yours, and also, to record it on my journey. I write and I heal myself as I write, possibly more healing in fact than you as you are reading them. I enjoy writing very much.
Anyhow, with my edits--and I have to thank you for the Metatron as 'Mutation' autocorrect you picked up for me Isabel...that one got past me but I corrected it tonight---I couldn't see it.
This time the decision was 'get to work on time' which is NOT an option, or eat.
I grabbed a Svelte meal replacement drink out of the fridge, skipped my coffee, and ran to the car.
I thought to take one route, and planned it, but the onramp was really backed up and I would be late. So on the fly, I took an alternate route. I got into the parking lot at 7:03 am. Thanks to the night nurses who take up all the parking spots, when I get in, there is NOTHING except the farthest spot from where I have to go.
I get upstairs, change quickly, noticing I am in such a hurry this morning I didn't even take the time for socks!
Then, I am all smiles at the bedside, doing my best with a patient who her surgeon describes as 'squirrelly'...anxious...I noticed and gave medicine for that in pre-op before going to the OR. Some people need it and I don't think anything of it. It just IS.
But this surgeon is very annoying. For a seven thirty wheels into the room start, he is here at seven fifteen. We get into the room at 7:29 am, and my anesthesia 'start' is then 7:19 am. By 7:38 a.m. the patient is anesthetized. Before that, they were tucking the arms in a huge rush. and as I was taping the endotracheal tube the surgeon was putting in a foley.
Rush rush rush.
This guy isn't nice. He accused the patient and the radiologist of being incorrect about the diagnosis.
But you know what? I decided there was nothing else to do, or would work in this situation, besides to LOVE and be LOVING. So I was. Even with this guy, I was pleasant, kind, attentive, not in a 'trying to suck it up' kind of way, but just NICE.
The surgeon was wrong. There really WAS a diagnosis. And he fixed it.
Rush rush rush rush rush...I didn't let it phase me because it wasn't worth it....
Get this--to go from a surgery center (dark blue scrubs and a breast cancer awareness bouffant hat) to the main O.R. (light sage blue scrubs and a baby blue bouffant hat) I must change into my street clothes and walk to the next building.
So I do it.
I check with the charge nurse. Go relieve call fourteen. Okay.
I fill out two billing slips (ICD-10 is coming! My billing company is freaking out and wants everything submitted before the change) and take another administrative charge timesheet to the mail room. Then I go up to GI.
My former boss is here, hasn't done vacation relief for over a year, and is very new to the computer system. Although he has taken the classes, he is clearly having a hard time. There are two computer specialists there to help him, walking up as I am already taking the lead in helping him with the electronic charting and documentation of the pre-op assessment, the intraoperative record, and the post op notes...they breathe a HUGE sigh of relief as I say, I will help him...
I did get paid. Today was the last day of my contract to get paid to help out with the computer stuff. And he needed my help.
He was INCREDULOUS.
'Where are you? Don't you have to go someplace to do a case?'
No, actually I am done at the surgery center and here to relieve you; I have no other assignments.
'Why don't you do the case and I watch? You should get paid for this!'
It's okay, I will help you do YOUR case. This is your lineup. I want to position you for SUCCESS with this charting system.
I did two cases with him, and helped to fill out the forms and things, gradually helping him gain his confidence. I called back the computer people, to help him set up his templates to make the charting easier for him.
I saw him in the lunchroom later, with the computer folks, and they were all smiling and very happy.
This man was once my father in another life, the one up in Victoria; he is a reincarnation of Chief, but doesn't know.
I was relieved to go home around two...which was a little sad because I had been at the hospital until nine the night before. I have no regrets for helping my former boss (when I worked at another surgery center). He made four times more compensation than me, in those two cases, his doing the anesthesia and my being 'help'...but I was okay with it. Money comes and money goes.
He told me, 'you are very generous'.
I am. I also let a woman finish a big case--I could have relieved her--if I had pulled 'rank', but she wanted it so I went home.
I have made appointments for both of us at the medical and dental things Anthony and I need to get done. I have corrected and paid my tax preparation (I filed late) and made an appointment for retirement planning. I also paid all my bills tonight, including the one due today. I called the hard to reach company who does my dental and vision insurance (I buy my own)...there was a credit card fraud in April of 2014 and I updated my files with the new one. But even though I wrote and asked 'is my coverage okay?' after they had a mistake in a credit card number in April 2014...my vision insurance got cancelled! My dental was fine! I couldn't believe it when I went to make an eye appointment--I wasn't anywhere in the system, and have paid faithfully--so I thought--for six years! They are 'speaking with their manager' and getting back to me.
I also spoke with the Air Conditioning service, as well as my friend who will stay here waiting for them to come.
I did a lot.
For someone as busy as me, with a tendency to just Give UP--I am happy to report I am doing okay--improving--in something I thought was unable to improve...
The Salad Place
I took Anthony out to dinner at our favorite soup and salad place. We ran into friends there, from the basketball team. They were the grandparents Sue and Don. Don recognized us, but I didn't recognize him! I was like, do I know you??? He joked and said I should make room for him to sit with us, and I was like HUH?!--then he explained the connection, and we laughed.
Ross told me--for the first time--to take a baked potato.
I got one, with the little foil, and had butter, sour cream, and chives, and a little bacon bits to --as Ross said--'model for Anthony how we eat'. Anthony likes bacon. I hardly serve it any more, but potatoes can be healthy. They are starchy, but filling, cheap, and gluten free.
It wasn't until after Ross asked me to title this post 'Baked Potato' that I figured the lesson out!
I grew up with baked potatoes. There always was the little foil wrapped around each one. We would cut the potatoes up, mash in the butter (that was all we had), and enjoy. Once, mine was crunchy, and not fully cooked. But mom would have yelled, so I ate it, and didn't complain.
My mother NEVER put a baked potato into the oven. She cooked them in a pot, covered them with water, and brought them to a boil in their little aluminum jackets until they were soft...and she ALWAYS called them 'Baked Potato'.
It wasn't until I was older I learned from Mark's mom--my mother in law--how to bake them right, and without the aluminum foil. You put oil on the outside, pierce the skin, and put them on a baking tray in the oven for one hour, until a fork goes in and it's nice and soft.
Maria (that's her name) called HERS 'Baked Potato' too.
And both women were convinced that their way was correct!
My mother, being from Italy, was at a disadvantage. Over there, most of the potatoes they ate were fried,like in a home fries kind of thing...
I could go on and on right now about the high-level disinformation I am seeing out there--but I won't. I will mention the 'becoming the bride of Christ' one, because it came out AFTER I had the Gaia News Brief where Ross called me his bride...and also one video someone shared that had a lady with a British accent talking about Ascension Trees...
All I am going to say is, as the vibrations go up, the disinformation from the dark ones is going to seem less 'relevant', and less 'convincing'...then there won't be any arguments at all.
At this point, we are dealing with the two 'Baked Potatoes'--my mom versus my mother in law--when it comes to all this 'spiritual stuff'.
My mom still thinks to this day that hers is the real 'baked potato'.
Does it matter?
If you want to zap trees with Metatron's 'orange gold' light, because they 'are sad' and this will 'help people'...nothing will stop you.
Not even Gaia herself saying, these are my trees, they have been in 5D and Sovereign since 2011 at least, and they have been holding the grid for me since time began. They emit my Light to the world. They are not sad over anything except your ignoring them, and how sad it is that you (humanity) are so ungrateful to them for all the energy work they do, which is a whole lot more than making wood for buildings and houses and fires!!! Furthermore, the Light is just fine as it is, and anything coming from the outside 'in' to the roots so the trees can 'network' isn't really needed. It actually interrupts Gaia's flow of energy on the grid she likes. It feels to her like rubbing a pet's fur the wrong way.
So I stay quiet.
I listen to my fountain, it is so soothing, in in my heart I promise no matter what I will say a polite 'whatever comes to mind' when people show me 'the latest' that is really 'getting them spiritual'...
The awakening is the important part.
I just wish one day people would ask what I think, as Gaia Sophia, and stop making all these things up in the guise of 'speaking for Gaia'...
I hope it will be worth the wait.
Anthony has a huge report due on Monday, and he has been slacking. He didn't want to do it on Harry Houdini. He stalled to find the right book. And because it's not who he wants to do the report on, but his teacher made him choose between Houdini and Jefferson...well...
So tonight, Anthony wanted to watch the Angels game. In the car, on the way to dinner, from dinner to the grocery store, and to home he was on his phone following the game.
Yes, he even had to 'check' his phone for the score at the table! And he's only ten! LOL.
Tonight, I spared him chores to help him catch up. I did all the putting things away from the store, unloading the dishwasher, and washing up the pile of stuff in the sink from breakfast YESTERDAY.
But he was watching the game MORE, and working, LESS.
I'm not big on 'confiscating phones' because it's just too weird, too low vibration, but I almost did.
Well he needed to use the restroom, came back, and I was paying bills on the computer, then checking other things...the music was nice, and I thought he was reading.
He was 'waiting for me' and 'not wanting to interrupt me' while pushing the little keyboard like crazy on his phone. This was thirty minutes past bedtime, mind you!
He had in mind for me to 'help him write notes' in bed--to read the book with him and help him on each part.
I called him on it.
'Whose job is it, this report?'
He said, 'mine'.
I told him I love him enough that when he starts to lean on me too much, I will put it back on him. How else will he learn how to study?
I mentioned to him how, for my studying anesthesia for boards (I pulled out my huge notebook)--you read once through, then skim it again and again to get more out of it. I asked, 'how come you read and take notes so slowly without getting the Big Picture by reading it once for yourself first?'
He said, 'Teacher told us...' and also, when pressed, that reading is boring to him. 'There are so many other fun things to do mom nowadays, not like when you were a kid.'
I used to read one hour every day after school. I loved it. And this built my vocabulary I used for all of my education, even now...
I tucked him in, said, 'I love you' and cheerfully said, 'This year is going to be all about taking personal responsibility I see!'
It's a good thing I have the teacher on our side.
If you think I am being too harsh--with the disinformation people, with Anthony---perhaps this is true. I am open to what Life has to offer, and I embrace it.
I never once had help at home with school, except for mom typing my reports.
I also never had help in my spirituality from someone who is incarnate, except for Aunt Ellie, and then later, Tim and Anne Reith. There were a lot of books that helped too. Now I have the luxury of Archangels, both incarnate and dis-incarnate, who are family, and they guide me very much. And offer support, emotionally.
Mother Mary has been guiding me since 1992. I see her, talk to her, and wrote many a message from her in my journals every day.
It wasn't easy. She tested me. Once she had me convinced a classmate was 'the one for me'--there were coincidences and signs pointing to it, including the one where on the drive to Medical School as I moved to San Diego--I was told about my soul mate who would be named initials M.M.
Well I took him to a place and showed him my notes, about him, and he freaked out over my 'prophecy'.
I was humiliated, and surprised it wasn't so easy, this working with Mother Mary thing!
There were other times her advice was excellent--saying the right thing, giving the right gift...
Mary was testing me.
She grilled into me the importance of certain traits I needed to have to be successful in my Purpose.
I had no idea of who I was, or what I was meant to be.
I only know she told me once a long, long, very long time ago that I would be part of the most beautiful Love Story that Ever Has Been, and I would be happy.
That was twenty something, almost thirty years ago! But I trusted her.
I always wanted to be a pencil in Her hand, in God's hand...to be useful.
One Saturday in the early 1990's, after mass on the steps of St. Brigid's church in San Diego, I was very low, and sad, as it looked like I would never find Love. I had gotten a divorce from Mark, who wasn't kind to me, and had slowly realized that my 'make it up' relationship and marriage I dreamed of wasn't going to happen to help me feel better...
Jesus came to me, in spirit. He promised to send me a sign, when I would find True Love. I looked down, and there was a cricket. But the back right leg was missing! He said he would send me one, just like that, so I would know it was time.
I actually got a cricket like that, in my garage, I don't know when, perhaps a couple years ago? I do remember the feeling that went with my seeing this cricket, and how I knew this was it...
Not much really seemed to happen, at the time. But looking back, I understand it all. And I think it was this time in 2013...
My love story is beautiful Our love story...of me and Ross. I have been in Heaven in my heart all day over him...in Bliss. He is so very kind, and is delighted too. He's incredibly handsome, and very tall. I never want to leave his side! He is my baby, my precious one, and I love him with all my heart...for all eternity. He is good to me, an excellent father and husband, and friend. I can't believe my good luck!
My little lady is content.
All of these things are superfluous--the disinformation, the Houdini report, the working on the computer project.
What is important is the HEART!
The willingness to embrace change, and run with it.
The being open to admit, like Carla did earlier, 'I may be incorrect in my assumptions and will change as need be'.
The desire to investigate and explore things like Zadkiel's Healing Temple.
All of these gifts are honed through trial and error, and many incarnations, some with difficult challenges that seem to never let up.
Carla has found her love--me, I most humbly add (smiles-ed)--when she gave up on ever having a partner or friend or family other than our Anthony.
I'm not on J-date (he laughs, an inside joke, to our mutual heritage--ed)!
I am Here and Now.
That is where the strength is, the power, and the ability to co-create with Source.
I'll never give it up.
Ascension was a powerful thing for me. I really liked it. And soon, it will be time for all of you...to experience it too.
'Soon' is our soon, a Galactic soon...which could be a long time for those of you who are stalling with their Lessons.
Anthony is like that too--with his report--both Carla and I can relate! It is very natural, and understandable to experience like this....
So get to work, and do the best you can.
Try to embrace your lessons with enthusiasm and a smile.
Like with the angry surgeon, where Carla decided to be Loving as there was no better option at hand...do what finds RESULTS. (he taps something--I can't see it clear--it's like a book--Ah! It is the book of life, the Akashic records--ed)
I am waiting for you. Carla is too. (big smile--ed)
So take your time...
And try to have fun while you learn your powerful lessons.
I am alway here for you if you want to take notes from me.
Aloha and Mahalos,
Ross and Carla
Yesterday I noticed I worked very hard. I didn't fight it. I healed and gave anesthesia to all of my patients--without making a big 'to do' about it.
When I needed to kneel and connect the oxygen tubing to the tank on the gurney, I did.
When I was asked to do a colorectal case instead of the two more lucrative GI cases, and had to wait one hour to to that one case...I reached out and offered to 'check all the rooms' (to pass inspection by the surveyors) for the person who made the assignment.
I enjoyed a very thin slice of cake to celebrate a PACU retirement for RN Elizabeth. It was Vietnamese cake, with mango, and not very sweet.
My lunch was late, and not exactly healthy--at two p.m. I had cottage cheese, sun chips, and a soy milk.
It is what it is.
I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. I was at the OR until like ten, and today, early again I have more cases.
Someone I know got fired I think...or they say they 'quit'...it's someone who worked at my hospital for the Quality, but when he was at another hospital, he was part of the group who gave me my scholarship from my old neighborhood. When they had the scholarship luncheons, as a medical student, I knew him and he helped give the awards and checks.
It was sad, that in the grand scheme of things, he lost his job, and all of us kept ours.
Earlier it looked the other way around.
Everything Is Sacred
The concept of a 'Sacred Space' is non-sensical!
Everything is God.
People who treat you nice are holy.
People who are a pain in the ass are holy too.
The ones who were not holy, in their heart, the 'lost ones'--have been invited to leave Gaia. They have left many weeks ago, or even earlier. What is left are holograms in their place, and carefully trained 'walk ins'.
Just watch and in your heart you will know.
Everyone treated with Love, true Unconditional Love from the heart, responds back in kind.
The Lion will lie with the Lamb, and all will be Peaceful on Gaia, forevermore.
You will see this with your own two eyes, in this lifetime!
The Healing Temple of Zadkiel
This morning I went. I did breast stroke through the waters to get there.
I was greeted by St. Germain, with his Violet Flame. I asked him, 'are you the janitor around here?' (because he was cleaning me, my soul, much much more than wiping my feet! LOL)
He smiled and joked back 'yes I am'.
Raphael met me in a room.
We spoke how it felt to have been married to Ross when he was a cheater.
I learned it took not one but three husbands to teach me I am lovable again.
Raphael's part was 'I love you and I WANT to love you'...his consistency was important for the healing of my soul from the wounds.
He also showed me the 'timelines', just enough to see the outside influence...those who planned the cheating, those who supplied him with the women, those who gave the women incentives and commands to 'attract' Ross.
It wasn't random.
I also saw the interactions, with Ross and them, in private, and I saw two things--neither one was very happy, him or his partner--PLUS--here's the big one--they weren't too discreet, and everyone knew.
Raphael said the sympathies were with me, from the people.
I asked what happened to those who planned all this?
They are gone--rehabilitated or merged with Source. All of them. Every single one.
Then I asked Raphael, 'if, in the Higher Realms there is no jealousy, how can I know anything like this will not happen again?'
Raphael was honest. He said the only way to know for sure would be to have Ross merge back into my soul. This is the only direction it may happen, since mine was the complete soul when it first split.
This made me sad, because I love him and I enjoy him. Raphael confirmed that I would never have that kind of bond with anyone ever again, should I choose this option.
I realized the only thing I can do is TRUST. Trust in Ross, and his promise to me, even though back then, he made similar promise.
Then Raphael showed me the movies. Ross' interactions in situations where people of the Higher Realms invited him to be 'intimate' with them.
He turned them down, again and again and again. I saw hundreds of clips! He was very loving, and kind--in an unconditional way--but when it got to be sexual, the boundaries were firm, and tight. He was unwavering.
This pleased me very much.
My next room was with Ross. It was one of those spa tables where they do wraps. He put honey all over me, and it was incredibly warm, and reached deep into my soul. Then when the wrap was done, he used the shower nozzle to clean me.
He was tending to my personal needs with love and simplicity, asking for nothing in return.
He dried me off, and dressed me, and escorted me to the door. I stopped by to say hi to Metatron, and thank him.
Metatron gave me a basketball (it's a reminder and a gift to go take Anthony to a Clippers Game). I was thankful on many levels for that.
I didn't get my gift yet from Zadkiel. I didn't see Zadkiel. But Ross is here. I think his gift was for me to feel his warmth and his Love all day. And he said whenever I need him, any time, just to call. I think that is my gift. I feel very warm and loved in my heart.
Someone--a reader-- asked me for something to open their heart center--I will share with you what I shared with them-because it fits.
We also got a new Gaia Portal too: https://gaiaportal.wordpress.com/2015/09/30/stereoscopes-have-illumined-the-fields-of-view/
Is this water into wine? Carla and I are shattering the stereotypes about us...and healing in the process.
Carla forgot to share with you one movie, which I think is important for you to know, and for Carla to recall from time to time: how many meetings I have had with my mentors, and guides, and associates, coming up with a plan to bring Carla back to my heart. Carla saw us on folding chairs, talking in earnest, hands steepled and leaning forward on my part, many, many places and times...
Carla understands now how both Michael and Raphael are her brothers who chose to help heal her, and earn her trust by marrying her at different 'times' (although there is no time in the higher realms) in order to bring Carla, by her own Free Will, back to my heart.
Even Metatron as Carla's father incarnate in this life, helped, by the role he played, to open her heart to one who has a 'not so good' side but is capable of love and being loved back.
All of this was carefully orchestrated over millennia --including Merlin, the Ascended Master and healer and alchemist--to help Carla and I overcome the unfortunate non-scripted fate that befell us and tore us apart for 'all Eternity' to us, for as Twins, a day spent apart is forever, and all of these incarnations...is eternal.
This explains too my response of falling to my knees and crying out in pain, the first time I was allowed to see Carla in her Dark Life she had immediately prior to this incarnation.
It made the healing STICK, and the feeling was reversed. That life was to drive the lesson home for both of us.
And it worked.
I am coming around (to your dimension) in my own time, in my own way.
You can tell by the selection of the pictures for this blog, that this day is important, a revelation of sorts...
You can expect more and more, by leaps and bounds, in the future that is not too far off. Remember time for me does not exist, but in your lifetimes you shall witness it, my coming back...and teaching...until then, I save all my teaching here for you....with Carla's hands on the keyboard.
I love her and I thank her for her Patience with me, and her willingness to try again with our love.
I didn't want to merge with her either...our life is very pleasant...just the way it is, and I am most grateful.
Go to the Spa--the Healing Temple of Zadkiel, and heal and grow! All of you! (he gestures like to say 'scoot! scoot!'--ed)
Aloha and Mahalos,
Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc Couple of Twins
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
A Message to us from Metatron
I uploaded and shared this meditation yesterday: http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2015/09/a-message-to-lightworkers-from.html.
I also did the meditation.
I experienced very much healing. The only question I had, which I will share, is that you can do this as often as you feel you need it, you can't do it too much, but you still must focus on your personal growth with your own Life Experiences. This is for helping you get 'unstuck'.
I cried many tears of healing as I spoke with Metatron. I was a little tired for the rest of the day, because the healing was so intense, but I was able to function. I slept very well last night.
A Phone Meeting with Anthony's Teacher
Yup. It's been only two weeks, and it's time to 'talk' about his behavior.
She was concerned he was depressed. She was so concerned that she actually called his counselor when she couldn't get a hold of me.
When I am on call, which this weekend I was, and I get a LOT of voicemails, so I hadn't heard hers...
It was a good talk.
I understand now why he has so much homework...he doesn't finish it in class. And he spent the first two weeks socializing instead of doing his classwork.
She also added that when someone has had an injury to the liver, they tend to feel very depressed and 'negative' and don't have much interest in things. She lives with it, her husband has it.
But she is 'open'. I shared about the Ayurveda, and how I am working to help that.
And she has a referral for both an acupuncture doc, as well as an energy healer (this one was the only one who was able to 'sort out' what was wrong with her last year--despite many many trips to the doctor).
Then I explained about his yellow chakra imbalance that is affecting his green one now too...and how he needs to feel he is competent....
She completely understood. She feels in her gut he is 'going to be okay'...and I appreciate it.
After dropping Anthony off, I bumped into Amy, a mother who has had her son in the same school as Anthony since preschool.
I asked about her father? He has pancreatic cancer. Amy, who is psychic, and a respiratory technician, had warned her father at the beginning to seek treatment elsewhere, and right away.
But the family is from India. He knew of a 'good Indian doctor' at the local academic center.
He had a Whipple procedure (a pandreaticoduodenectomy, and splenectomy and cholecystectomy) last month. Did you know the survival rate after a Whipple is only thirty-eight percent?!
As he is healing, his body is failing him. He is tired, and she is his caregiver. The cancer has spread since the surgery. He just wants his wife, his daughter, and his grandson to be with him in the house for his last days. Amy thinks he has at most maybe a month left. The pain is unbearable.
She brought it up on her own, because she thinks once she gets full legal rights to her boy, her father will relax and transition to the next life.
It's ugly, her legal battle.
The father got arrested on drug charges recently. He also got arrested for beating up the girlfriend. Her son hates to go to that house, his Father's house, on the weekends.
Her son comes back so traumatized that she has a routine now on Sunday afternoons. They watch a movie, she makes him his favorite dish, and they eat popcorn with the movie too.
She does this to help him to recover from the emotional pain he endures while at his father's house.
She tells her son, 'Daddy doesn't know how to be a dad, he wasn't taught. He loves you. He just doesn't understand children.' and when she shares how she will make it so he doesn't have to go there, he asks her, quietly, with interest, 'Oh mom! WHEN? How soon?!'
Amy and Anthony and her son are close. Amy wanted me to share with Anthony that he is free to talk with both her and her boy about his own experiences any time. I told him this on the way home, and he appreciated it.
I need to go get ready for work.
They talked to me about my being late. I guess with all the other problems the department has, they don't want to add unhappy surgeons to the mix.
I so tire of this.
I must get Anthony up fifteen minutes earlier now to make it.
Now I will make lunches, cook breakfast, and clean up as best as I can.
Sometimes we are in such a rush the breakfast dishes are on the table, and the sink looks like a bomb went off. This is what greets me when I come home from a long day--a mess!
The surveyors are coming any time now, the real ones. Any time in the next two weeks. The stress levels are very high. And the letters from my boss about deficiencies keep coming up. It's like my colleagues are in a haze, a dream, and they aren't willing to go forward and expend the extra effort.
Last week we had three charts that were incomplete (one would be enough to close the hospital).
And on Saturday, when I was on first call, I had to remind four people. Then I changed one 'responsible' person for the correct one. And the STILL wouldn't close their chart! I called three times, they kept saying, 'I will do it, I will do it'...and didn't.
So I did it for them.
I'm not sure what will happen, but I must be my best, on time, with a smile...for as long as I am able to work there.
It's funny how when I planned my career, I didn't realize how 'old' it would get, this waking up early and going to work thing. In my residency I was up at three a.m. to be at the hospital by four and round on my patients. I had this inexhaustible supply of energy!
I thought I could keep it up till retirement at sixty five.
I'm slowing down.
I'm craving a more regular schedule.
I'm dreaming about a normal breakfast, lunch and dinner more often than not--not what I usually get.
Never in a million years did I think this would happen!
I guess you learn something every day.
This is my bride.
Carla is my bride forever in my heart.
I want to speak.
I want to set the record straight.
I planned for our meeting at the Healing Temple of Zadkiel yesterday, while Carla had her day off.
I exposed Carla, in her Sirian relaxed state (she was playing as a mermaid), to my ardor, my love for her, my passion....
Carla had wanted to go straight to healing with Metatron, but she was told, no, go to the other side, 'there is a line and you are next' (there ISN't a line with Metatron in his office, there never is! shhh!)
Carla let go and was herself with me, and enjoyed our energies which are unique among all the world when we engage as a couple.
When she went to Metatron, all of the feelings of the one who was cheated upon came out. The dirty feeling. The shame. The embarrassment of 'everybody knowing' and there was no place to hide or go.
Metatron wisely told her that it said so much more about me than it did about her, back in the time.
And that it was not in our life script--if I had ever known how much it would hurt her, I never would have chosen it. I never would have agreed for the experience--and I never did. It just happened because we were in duality, the third dimension, and outside forces brought us to the outcome we had.
Carla, who knows me better than anyone, as she is my Twin, saw the truth and agreed.
She cried some more, and those were healing tears.
Her gift was a golden telephone, an old-school one, to Archangel Zadkiel so she could talk any time. They have a connection of the heart, and always have.
Later, much later, I explained to Carla my reason why I was with all those women: I was trying to get back what was lost between us, that magic, from when I hurt her, wounded her, in her heart by giving our boy away to be raised 'somewhere safe'...and also, because of the emotional distance that was introduced to us by outside 'people who were concerned' about us who were close to me.
I told Carla, after she said she loves me, randomly through the day, how much that means to me to hear her say it.
And that those feelings for me, from her while she is incarnate, are more precious than any riches or jewels or other life experiences.
There is something about being incarnate that shows the truth of one's heart to us in Heaven. We know how there is Illusion; the fog is THICK. And that Carla could adapt, relax, and heal and still open her heart to me after all I did to her...is the sweetest gift, the rarest delicacy, that a healing soul is able to give.
I treasure her, every single day. I still do, and I look forward to meeting her face to face when the time is right, with both of us in the same dimension and not popping back and forth 'long distance' when it is time for us to reconnect.
For all her struggles with her Higher Self, with Anthony and Jared and his family, with her work, and also with her patients, Carla endures.
And Carla loves.
Not only me, but you too.
That is how big her heart is, and she is happy to know there is a purpose in all of this. One day it will all be open, explained. Until then, Carla makes sure to ask that 'this can never happen again, right?' and I assure her of this truth.
I assure you too.
Aloha and Mahalos,
Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc Couple
Monday, September 28, 2015
It is now the Time to invite you all to the Healing Temple of Zadkiel. It is a beautiful space to meditate, rest, heal, receive guidance, reflect, and even take time to review your Life so far. Ground yourself, allow your focus to be in the Present, and just think, "I would like to visit Zadkiel's Temple of Healing". A lake will appear and Your Guardian Angel will escort you across it. Cleanse yourself with the water as you "Wade" across. You will then reach the entrance of the temple, where St. Germain will shower you with the Violet Flame and lead you into the Foyer. Here, you can choose to take your Guardian Angel with you, or choose to go on alone. (Remember, your Guardian Angel is just one thought away, should you desire their presence again.) To the Right, are a set of stairs that lead to Metatron's (my) "office". It is open for readings, life reviews, and receiving further guidance. To the Left, are a set of stairs leading to healing rooms. You may call upon your Team, Angels, Star Beings, Ascended Masters, Animals, Fae (faeries--ed), and any other Entity that you would wish to assist in your healing for that visit. If you choose to go here, really allow yourself to be released and open to your healing. To the Centre, the area is an open meditation and resting space. Remember to give gratitude to all who assist you in any way, when you are ready to depart. As you walk out, Archangel Zadkiel will be waiting with a gift for you. The Gift can be ANYTHING; a phrase, a message, a song, an attunement, energetic jewelry, a realization. The list is infinite. Sometimes, it takes time to realize the meaning and significance of the Gift bestowed upon you. It took my Twin almost a year to realize the significance of the Key that was gifted to her on her very first visit. I hope that you all will visit often, and use the space well, as you see fit. Love, Light, and Blessings, Archangel Metatron
(This was shared to me with Archangel Lauren, who is the incarnation of Archangel Ariel)
A Story of Hope
He was a miracle, to me. And a nightmare to his father. An unplanned pregnancy, in a woman told she couldn't have children. A 'trick' according to the father.
This much wanted and loved child, on my part, was the subject of a custody battle between the father and me. Or, the father's side of the family and me.
'Co-parenting' has been painful at best, and maddening at worst...but considering the alternative, it has been a gift compared to the hell of being married to the father.
I 'dodged that bullet', and in convincing him NOT to marry me, his parents gave me the nicest gift I ever could have had.
This child is the reincarnation of my maternal grandfather, Filippo. He has the same mannerisms, the same charisma, and the same constellation of health problems and spiritual growth too.
As Filippo, he was abandoned by his father, and his mother died of tuberculosis when he was two. He was raised by his grandparents, who didn't feed him or his brother hardly ever. He used to go to the forest and cry, and an old man would show up out of nowhere and bring him food.
But the old man would disappear into thin air as he walked away.
Nannu Filippos always said he knew it was an angel.
This happened many a time, always the same.
Once older, he got diabetes and terrible gum disease; also severe lung problems with a predisposition to pneumonia.
After being a widower, his father moved to the United States and started a new family--and eventually--sponsored Nannu and his brother to immigrate here. It was a very strained relationship, between the two.
And so it is today, between them, as his father is reincarnated now too, as his biological dad.
In the one home, Anthony is loved, appreciated, and given emotional, financial, and physical support. There is a time crunch, and a lot of time spent outside the home, unfortunately. But I'm not dead like his mom in the first life. We make do given the situation.
In the other, Anthony has a list of over fifty chores he is expected to do. He cooks breakfast for the family and has to clean up. He cleans the bathroom--every time he comes to the home. They don't clean it ever, except for him. They wait, that's what he says. He takes out the trash and has to always be the one to pick up the dog poop. Most times he is there, his father and his girlfriend are drinking and looking at their cell phones in the same living room, and not talking or interacting with Anthony at all. After nine years, he finally got his own room. He used to sleep on the couch or on an air mattress. Technically, it's the guest room, but it's decorated a little for him.
Anthony has a vicious cycle of chakra imbalance issues--the father disempowers him, and he self-consoles with video games, and food. The father doesn't want to play catch with him any more, and only takes him on walks with the dogs. The child craves attention; the dad is too emotionally involved in his own life circumstances.
It manifests in the physical as obesity (both suffered from childhood obesity, this biological father and his son). However, the son has elevated liver enzymes and a pre-diabetic hemoglobin A1C.
This is compounded by very poor self-esteem, and emotional pain and struggle on the part of the child. Two years ago, the bullying at the school was severe. He wanted to end his own life. We have both been in counseling ever since...
Earlier this month, I had a major breakthrough, in getting our son to accept and participate in our family weight loss plan. Last year I was the 'food police', and he was doing everything possible to 'get away with stuff'.
I didn't have the energy or the stamina to battle this strong-willed child, who didn't understand the implications on his health.
It was first things first.
Well now, the father, who totally defied my request to put Anthony on an insulin-resistance diet one year ago, and gave him soda--finally thinks 'this is getting serious' and is 'doing something'...
Anthony was a wreck when I picked him up from the sitter (the drop off exchange was at her house, instead of mine, due to work)...he looked hollow, defeated, and exhausted.
He had been unable to do any homework all weekend, and he has a big project due.
I was all dressed for us to go to the gym. We had to skip it.
Then at home, he held it all in.
This is a very tense moment for us both, the transition from his father's house to ours...as a mom, an intuitive and a psychic, I KNOW something isn't right. But he has to be able to express it.
After a while, it came out. He was starving (again). And his father and his father's girlfriend 'got a good deal' on soda. They bought over thirty cans, and put it in the fridge. (Anthony is addicted to soda). His father told him, 'your liver isn't good enough to have soda' and both adults drank many cans in front of him, including ones with Jack Daniel's added to it.
His father told me, in words that sound exactly like his parents and not him, 'you have to withhold from Anthony, and not give in, no matter how much he screams or cries, because it's for his health.'
I have it in a text.
So Anthony came home in tears, tears that wouldn't come out, because he wasn't allowed seconds, had to eat 'gross rice' and the 'milk tasted funny' (it was one percent milk fat that was possible old--we drink two percent here).
How is someone being so strict going to help an ailing yellow chakra?
I got Anthony his protein drink--one banana, one cup milk, one cup ice, two tablespoons cocoa powder, two tablespoons coconut sugar.....and showed him the back yard, How I cleaned it and all the new flowers and baby pumpkins. I pointed out the strawberry leaf, and the hope it will turn into a big plant. I got him connected again to Nature. I also let him spend time with his rabbit, after he talked himself through his experiences...
I looked him in the eye while he was explaining this woes, and rephrased his concerns, 'At your father's house it is YOUR diet, and at this house, it is OUR diet, yes?' I shared the high risk of diabetes on my side of the family, and why I am concerned for my own health too.
It helped him to click.
I made him a dinner of soup with butternut squash from our back yard. It was cream of butternut soup, made with half and half instead of the heavy cream as I used to make it. He got one slice of French bread. He had both pomegranate pips and red pepper slices to go with his meal. He even tried the arugula I had been adding on top to mine, in very fine slices. This too is from the garden. And I promised him a 'dessert'...he was delighted. I had him light the candles (we ate on the balcony), set the table, and pick music for us.
He said, 'Mom, if DIDN'T take five hours like usual to get me back to ME, it took THREE!' with a smile.
I asked him, 'Anthony? How much fiber is in this soup that I made with our vegetables from our yard?'
He didn't know.
I said, 'A shitload!'
He laughed and gave me a high five over the joke--he said, 'I couldn't have even thought of it!' (all humor in his age has to do with poop, basically...)
What was his dessert?
A glass of milk and one fudgesicle (only forty calories). We ate it on the balcony, and talked.
How can a child who is under so much stress study? Things need to be calm, on the inside, to focus and get the work done.
My mother told me her guides said that Anthony is going to be okay, and that this experience is 'preparing him for the future'.
I see the wisdom in this.
Our home, is very 5D. It is filled with love and caring. And spirit.
His father's home is about as authentic 3D as it gets.
Anthony knows both, from a very early age.
He will be able to guide everyone, no matter who they are...when the time is right.
He is not living in some fantasy, some bubble, all the time--I do, I'll be the first to admit it. I don't want ANYTHING to do with 3D, I'm done with it. I only do the basics...just enough 3D to get by.
Anthony's contribution to Ascension and to Gaia's inhabitants is going to be more than I ever could...he will speak the truth for both sides, and understand it in his soul.
Perhaps one day so will you, if you suffer between two environments, two dimensions, too.
I am just as strict with Anthony, if not more...but I make it pleasant, and always a 'request', not an 'order'...in doing so, I am modeling how to work with others, how to guide them, for him as well.
Carla is exploring Kapha, Vata, and Pitta in her Ayurvedic diet book. Carla is a Vata, and is learning that her lifestyle does just about everything to destroy it. On getting the book, she has switched to include more warm, easy to digest, flavorful items such as soup, and it is helping her stamina and her mood very much.
Anthony is Kapha.
He takes after his father, and THIS is why Jared keeps insisting on 'no dairy, no wheat'--because for their body type, it is not good. This also explains why Anthony's 'heaven' with his father is when they share a piece of cheesecake together at a restaurant after a big steak meal...
Carla has enlisted the services of a close friend and colleague to care for Anthony's health.
Wisely, she told Anthony, we must take the advice of the specialist, and understand what is happening with your health.
It tears him up.
It really does.
It is an awful lot for a ten-year old to think about.
Carla shared with her mother the truth, because her mother gives Anthony when she watches him all the wrong things.
Carla asked Nicki to keep everything quiet from Anthony, to give her three months to adjust his diet without his realizing it, and to see the results.
Anthony is strong willed.
The first time he wanted soda about one hour after Carla told her the news, Nicki, who is weak willed and wants everyone to be happy, gave the reason 'your liver is sick' as she told him he couldn't have his soda.
That's how he found out.
Then he started talking.
So Carla had to tell the father, who thought she was 'crying wolf' over the lab results one year ago. He didn't listen. He thought she was overreacting.
One year later, the lab results are not improved. NOW he thinks 'it is serious'.
Is it not any more serious than it was the first time?
Carla is testing herself, and so is Anthony, in spirit--through their relationship with Jared.
And his family.
Carla is stronger and more able to adapt. And also more forgiving and accepting in life. She has learned to love his family like her own, and calls him mom her mom too. For she is kind and true, and very loving to both Carla and Anthony.
And Anthony, despite his displeasure, is learning how to 'sort things out'.
He said, yesterday, 'I don't want to do baseball this spring. It is only for fun. So is flag football, ultimate frisbee...' He was holding his white belt certificate from Martial Art in his hands.
I explained to him the reason he quits is that his father tells him how to do the sport, and belittles him. Anthony has quit swimming, martial art, baseball, and gymnastics because of this. Almost basketball too. It is a double bind because his father has a consistent schedule, and can take our son to his sports practices on a regular basis.
Anthony appreciates now, how a parent who is supportive, encourages the child in whatever sport the child enjoys.
He also knows a parent who encourages him to play THEIR sport, us a DIFFERENT kind of 'supportive'.
I (points to himself) am supportive to all in their thought process, in their soul, in their mind, in their heart, in their existence.
EVERYONE HAS THEIR LESSONS!
Carla and I had this discussion yesterday. She was astonished that despite where I am in the grand scheme of life, I have my lessons too!
I showed her 'film footage' telepathically, of how SHE is in fact my best teacher...vignettes from our life together, growing up.
I push myself to grow further all the time.
Getting Carla to give me the time of day was my hardest lesson.
I made choices that weren't the best, and drove her off into anguish.
Black is white.
When I was alive I used my telepathic gifts to know just the right words to say to cheat--to get a woman to sleep with me who wasn't Carla even though I was married to Carla.
This truth came up into Carla's consciousness this morning, and when I confirmed it was true, metaphysically, in her Light Body, Carla threw up.
(raises a finger--ed) But this time, between us, it was different...Carla turned to me, and my heart. She knew on a deeper level, I knew I was wrong to exploit my gift. She knew how deeply disturbed I was in that incarnation, in my heart, with who I am, and what I was sent to do.
And she knows that the rap of her being the harlot--isn't true. For in that life, Carla never slept with anyone but me. She knows the cruel twist of fate that made me immaculate, and her the whore, is a lie, Illusion at its best...
And if I, of all people, can have the past 'come up and bite me in the butt', just like it did this morning with Carla...and I am very good, and highly spiritual, in all things...
Try to discover MORE of 'what is hidden'--right where you never would imagine to find it...and that is how the Awakening is going to begin.
Black is white.
White is black.
This is what has been taught by Those Who Do Not Have Our Best Interest At Heart.
It is the 'spin'.
Try to look for it.
Just in case you are worried, everything is okay between us, me and Carla. She told me she thought it was a rotten thing for me to do, when I was incarnate, and I admitted it and agree. As Twins, we can't just divorce one another if one does something the other doesn't like. Twins are forever! So we communicate, and lovingly support one another to heal. This morning, it was my turn.
So you see, we are not all that different from each of you, in our hearts...
I wish you a good day.
Aloha and Mahalos,
Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc Twins
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Cookie Monster Ice Cream
Yesterday after our case, I invited my surgeon friend, the lady urologist who just recently had her daughter go to school at Berkeley, to get ice cream at the fancy new place. She drove, and we were standing in line and talking, when my phone rang. I was called back in to do another case.
We got the ice cream, and mine was 'cookie monster' flavor. It was blue, the same color as cookie monster, with little chocolate chips in it.
As we drove back, she shared with me something personal--how she gets messages from Spirit on the radio.
A mutual friend and colleague's father who was her patient had died. She couldn't remember his last name, as our friend has her married name. Her staff couldn't either. She wanted to make sure that her office didn't send him an appointment reminder postcard for his next scheduled visit and make the wife sad. But after that, the next day, on the radio, she hear the announcer say the word, 'Drew' and she made the connection.
When she was in college, she could guess numbers, even the page of someone's book they were on, even if it was over one thousand pages in the book.
She knew prices too, both in pesos and in dollars, on the tab before she would look.
I shared with her I'm a psychic, and medium, and this is very normal.
She tried talking about it with her staff, but they got 'weirded out'.
She's still not 'comfortable with it'.
I told her she can always talk with me.
My mom does readings for people!
(I never was sophisticated enough metaphysically to realize when she talks to her guides and writes what they say in answer to her question about someone's situation is a READING...LOL. Now I know.)
She was concerned about Anthony and his elevated liver enzymes. And my anguish, both over the father and how he treats him, and the trying to get an appointment with a pediatric gastroenterologist. I looked on Yelp, and frankly, they were all jerks, based on the reviews for specialists in my area.
She told me that Jesus Christ intervened personally so I would not marry Jared; that my life would have been one of torment had I stayed with him. I am a 'very special soul' her guides say, and Anthony is going to be okay. The visits with his father are 'preparing him for the future' and 'his liver is going to be fine'.
I was like, 'that about sums it up!'
My mother doesn't know.
My one sister does, but it's not made any difference in our relationship, except, now, sometimes to make conversation, she asks me about Ross and our relationship.
Apparently mom has done this for some friends, and even picked up that a woman's mother was her aunt, due to a teen unwed pregnancy, her married sister raised her as her own. The brother in law--her 'father' --was her biological father and had the child with his sister-in-law, but the wife raised her.
It helped her to know that this pattern was from a past life, and that the one who was the biological mother reincarnated into this one just to be nearer to her daughter's soul this time too.
Back Seat Driver
This morning Ross guided me to lie in the sunshine on my porch swing.
My Higher Self came with him, again, like the last time.
I wasn't sure if I was supposed to speak this time. She talked to me, and said my name, but I was quiet and still until Ross told me it was okay to talk.
She asked me what I want today--from Her? This was the last part but it makes the most sense so I mention it first. I told her I want flowers, a bouquet.
Originally I had said I want my lessons to stop; I don't want any more pain. I asked both Ross and my HS if it is possible to avoid such 'painful learning technique' once I am outside of the Illusion?
Ross and she said we are always growing, and there are always lessons to learn...and that it does not go away the lessons, but they change format somewhat.
I wasn't happy.
She was surprised.
I showed her how being human makes you feel like you are an animal in the circus from the turn of the century, where the trainers use fear and pain to make the animal perform.
She showed me life's blessings, the freedom of riding a bike, the joy of raising Anthony, and the adventure of travel.
I agreed that the bike is magnificent.
Then I showed her how you fall off the bike when you are learning, and how it can happen any time after you know how to ride too.
I showed her the pain of having to share Anthony back and forth back and forth with every other weekend.
I showed her how in travel, there are airports and delayed flights and all that other annoyance while you are going to places that are new. And how expensive!
I showed her for every blessing there is a slap on the hand, and after a while, you get tired of the pain.
She was in complete and total surprise, for to Her, the lessons are 'definitely worth it'.
She asked me why I have problems with her?
I said, 'I am here, I feel the pain, and you can't or you don't or you won't.' I asked for HER to feel it, just this once, to see my point.
I also told her I feel like it's hard for me to live my life when there are aspects of us running around all over the place. I said, 'who is going to listen to me when there are so many of us out there?' I said, 'I don't understand why as Galactics we have to be in so many different places at once.'
Ross made the connection that to me, my Higher Self feels like a Back Seat Driver, and he understood that's not good for those of us who are incarnate, especially ion the western world, where our independence and freedom is a most important thing.
Twice in the conversation, he took her aside and explained to the others present my side of things--the Back Seat Driver in particular, and he told me to name this blog post exactly that.
I find I am wanting to know more and more of how I got here in the first place. Why I am incarnate here at this time. I asked Ross the other day, 'Is this a prison? Did I do something bad?' and also, 'Is there a chance something like this can happen to me again?'
He was concerned and told me he would talk to John Smallman about it, and have a message come out. He too was surprised I would feel this incarnation is punishment, like I am less of a soul because I am incarnate, and subject to the tyranny of Those Who Do Not Have Our Best Interest At Heart.
Ross told me yesterday morning he was going to hold me in his arms all day.
I showed him a thought picture--of us hanging upside down by our feet, being tortured, with me in his arms, and how none of the torture matters because in his arm is the ONLY place I want to be, and even in that situation, to be with him I would be filled with delight!
My work on first call was easy.
I had a nine-o'clock start.
The gastroenterologist agreed to see Anthony. And when I asked him about my insurance, and does he take it, he spoke from his heart, and said, 'money is not the object; I will take care of your son and I never would charge'. I wanted to cry right then and there.
(a specialist in Colorado wrote off fifteen THOUSAND dollars the same way, when he was sick and needed treatment.)
I came home and Ross told me to go to a certain store. He had something special there waiting for me. He told me to go to the back of the store.
It was the wine of Vouvray, the place next to the home of my family, on sale. I bought six bottles.
I felt so loved, because Ross knows how much I miss France. I think of my family every single day...
Then he had me get some Panda Express at the store. He had me get brown rice and noodles. I ate the orange chicken and the eggplant tofu first and was full.
He had wanted me to have the brown rice to go with my curry dish he helped me to cook on Friday night!
I had the noodles this morning for breakfast too, the chow mien.
I am overwhelmed with how thoughtful he is...so very appreciative, both in his loving kindness, and also, as our relationship deepens to a bond that is truly a delight to my soul.
Carla is adjusting to life in the Higher Dimensions.
She is opening adequately not just to me, but to her Higher Self.
Carla does not hold anything back; she is highly respected for this both in our relationship, and as her Higher Self.
The Incarnate Carla is a little bit more forthright, and a little 'rough around the edges', but Carla has her say.
And Carla is teaching us things that are useful to where we are, with most of those who are incarnate taking the steps to accept their spiritual gifts, like her friend and her mother, and to open up to who they are in their hearts.
I have an announcement to make. I make it on behalf of Carla who right now totally forgot it.
As she was waking up, this morning, Carla heard a message coming out from her heart, it was in her own voice, but she wasn't consciously speaking it. It just 'happened':
- CALLING ALL EARTH ANGELS!
- CALLING ALL EARTH ANGELS!
- CALLING ALL EARTH ANGELS!
- CALLING ALL EARTH ANGELS!
Divine Father was there with her, very excited, and smiling.
Next she heard, there was this tone, very loud, and steady, in the note of: the F below middle C
Carla saw people wincing and covering their ears to the sound, and then, as if something invisible 'popped', they were okay, alert, and their true angelic selves again. It was as if they had woken up from a trance, from being hypnotized.
One by one, one after another, with the same things.
Divine Father smiled and gave Carla a high five right then and there. He embraced her. Then she went to Divine Mother, who smiled and gave her a hug too.
What is this?
What is this that happened with Carla?
(puts his fingers to his lips, to say, 'Shhhhh'--ed) I am not saying.
It's not a secret.
It's a SURPRISE that all of you are going to like very much!
(he has a huge, warm, loving smile on his face- and waves goodbye-ed)
Aloha and Mahalos,
Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc Twins
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Today I am going to talk about Divine Timing, which is always perfect, but sometimes not so easy to understand...
I picked the photo form this boat, which is the tour of the waters near the Butchart Gardens. My annual tour I take literally IS the highlight of my year, both in the beauty, and the relaxation it provides.
This year, Anthony and I, we arrived at the gates just when it opened! We were, at the last minute, able to purchase our tour tickets for the first tour, and board the boat.
Another party had purchased their tickets, and we had to wait for them to show up.
They never did.
We got the tour only for us!!! It was the first time ever! And I will always treasure this sequence of events--most certainly with some 'guidance' from someone 'up there' who can see time and work with it to our benefit....and I thank them every day just a little bit in my heart still for that wonderful gift.
He came to me yesterday at the crystal shop. He guided me to a pendulum, and had me use it on the crystals I was thinking of buying. He wasn't actually shopping with me. But when I found the right one, a big one, he smiled so gently, and told me to enjoy it...and not to worry.
Through the pendulum he explained to me events of late, and it helped me very much to understand.
I almost was a pediatric anesthesiologist. It was a tough decision between that and cardiac anesthesia for my fellowship.
At the surgery center I sometimes work at, I actually gave the talk to the nurses about pediatric anesthesia and patients, at the request of my boss.
On the way to work recently, I confessed to my mom how I didn't understand why I would have to leave my home just for one case around lunch when I was post call? I wanted to rest!
She dropped her voice and said, 'You know you are being called to take care of that patient, don't you?' (implying there was Divine Reason for me to not be able to rest).
I said, 'I know'.
When the first patient cancelled, I was disappointed. But then with the add on? It was a pediatric case. I still love doing pediatric anesthesia.
The funniest part was my argument with the nurse on the phone on the ride home--the PACU nurse who hates taking care of children. The child had post-op pain, and wanted 'something'. I hadn't written for 'anything' because I didn't want to use the adult meds on a kid. I asked the nurse, do you have tylenol with codeine? All they had was Percocet, 10 mg, which is way too much, and I wasn't going to chop it in half. So I bargained with the demerol, in a very small dose. Fortunately the parents declined and opted to take their child home and give him the pain meds the surgeon prescribed.
The Effect of Insurance on Gastroenterology Practice
Twice now I have been called in the middle of a colonoscopy to give emergency anesthesia because the conscious sedation was not going well, just in this week. I have done it once before since January, I suppose.
We used to get huge line ups of MAC cases, where anesthesia gives the twilight sleep. It was a good assignment that pays well, and people would 'fight for it' on our side to be assigned that room.
Recently it changed. It's because of the insurance. They won't pay, and now the GI docs have to give the sedation with their nurses instead.
The one yesterday had five times the normal dose of anxiety medication on board, and about three times more the narcotic, which wasn't working...when they called me.
I happened to be across the hall to talk to my boss about some computer thing. I walked in on my own for that reason, so much in perfect timing that the charge nurse assumed I was there for when they needed me for the emergency.
Once I was there, doing my thing, the terminal ilium was reached in under ten minutes.
They had been struggling for over thirty minutes before they called me.
It is not funny when it happens outside the OR for a procedure. I had one of those 'moments of terror' recently. Although the patient was deeply sedated, there was a strong gag reflex when the scope went in.
They were in position for the procedure, and weren't lying on their back.
Without gloves, since it was life threatening, I intervened. There wasn't time to put them on. It wasn't going well, and I warned the x-ray people to move their equipment out of the room into the hall, just in case we had to bring the gurney in and flip the patient on their back for me to help them.
Things turned around, and we tried again.
Same thing, same intervention, same 'coming around' to good breathing.
The last time, the doc doing the procedure put the scope in really slow, and we did okay. Xray came back, and we finished the procedure.
I didn't think anything of it.
It's all in a day's work, right?
Well...later on during the case, my doc said, 'You know I am very glad it was you out of all of your colleagues who was here when this happened. None of them would have handled it as calmly and effectively as you. It would have got to them. I would not have been able to do this case.'
Inwardly, I laughed. I shared with the team how as an attending anesthesiologist, I am USED to residents getting into these situations, and having to help bail them out.
The surgeon laughed and said, 'The getting into the trouble that is the easy part. The difficult part is the getting OUT of the situation!'
My Lesson for Me
I don't want anyone to read anything more into this than what I write...
Thursday morning, because of my late start, I was able to take Anthony to school at a later time than usual.
We got a 'treat' in the car on the way over...we listen to the radio, and there was a huge thing going on with Ryan's Roses. This is on KIIS 102.5 FM, with Ryan Seacrest. The woman who thinks her husband is cheating, calls in. Then the radio station calls to offer him a free dozen roses. Who would he like them sent to receive them? And what will he write on the little card?
This one had a woman whose husband confessed on live radio to cheating on her with her best friend.
Furthermore, he said, in front of the world, he has fallen in love with her best friend.
As a Galactic I keyed in on how actually it's good for the wife to have the truth out there, no matter how painful, for now instead of a vacuum her life can go on free of this falsity...and deep down, after hearing the word 'Betrayal' I felt 'nudged' that perhaps there is a lesson on that out there for me.
When I was married to Ross, when we were both incarnate, Ross had many moods! MANY! Although we grew up together, and I thought I knew him, there was another side to him once he was famous for his preaching and traveling with the group.
I used to go along with him, before we had a family.
There was one mood that was impenetrable, and it tightened me very much. He would 'go' to this place in his heart where it was very closed off, and no one could help him out of it.
It was around that time I heard him speak of 'our future' and 'our legacy' and the need to 'protect' us, our family, and me.
In my heart of hearts, I was like, 'we have God! we have the angels! we have done just fine without this 'protection' so far!'
But I didn't say anything, because it would irritate him more. I just kept it to myself.
I didn't understand where he was coming from, and he didn't understand from me.
Once Ross died his horrible death, he came back and taught all of us who were close to him. This is recorded by the disciple John in the book, The Pistis Sophia. It is a record, a series of transcripts, of what took place in those lessons.
In the introduction of my copy, they count how many times each has spoken. Mary Magdalen had the most, and also, the other Mary, his mother, spoke in response to his teaching style which was socratic. (asking questions, and inviting questions).
The author of this copy speaks of the tension that exists in the disciples, about women, and their ability to learn anything spiritual, for their voices and interpretations to count.
In reading the book, Mary Magdalen goes from one of speaking freely, to towards the end, very carefully choosing both her words and her opportunity to step forth and speak.
A memory flashed into my consciousness during the disagreement I had with another Lightworker recently--it was history repeating itself. I had felt this lesson coming all day. I had asked both Divine Father and Divine Mother what to do. Divine Mother said, 'Ask your father'. And Divine Father said, 'trust your heart'.
I am VERY grateful for this lesson.
I saw a browbeaten Mary Magdalen being pressured by the male apostles to relinquish her ministry to the church.
They said everything: it was the best, it was easy, it was what her husband wanted, it would help the work be taken more seriously...
I felt her PAIN and CONFUSION as she was being asked to let go of the only thing left of her husband she had--their work, their ministry...
I saw and felt her acquiesce,,,and I felt the energies shift irreversibly to the imbalance of the Masculine energy once she gave in to these demands...
I am not upset, I am THANKFUL for this memory to be given. I am THANKFUL for the direct personal message Ross gave me after this echo of that first conflict, and how I did on it on this revisit.
And I have GLEE and DELIGHT and JOY to know that I am not the only planet incarnate, besides my sister Amedee who is Venus and a female too...I am THRILLED beyond belief to know that Mars too is incarnate, and always has been, both as the author of the Pistis Sophia, and as the Lightworker I have known and met in this time.
Being a planet is mystifying, and stretches the mind in ways no one should ever have to endure while being incarnate at the same time as a human.
I am not alone.
I am one step closer to Home, which is where I want to go, and all of a sudden, I don't feel the pressure any more of being Gaia. Now there are TWO to my knowledge out there, besides me, my closest neighbors, both Venus and Mars, and whatever comes next in my Life Journey is both accepted and welcome to my heart.
It is my dream and my fantasy, for all who are incarnate and 'someone' who has been sent to Gaia to rescue me from Those Who Do Not Have Our Best Interest At Heart, and all of humanity too...to--at the right time of course--make themselves known!
Mary Magdalen, she came to my aid, and gave this channelled message through Fran Zepeda. This one doesn't make me mad or upset at all: http://pleiadedolphininfos.blogspot.com/2015/09/illumination-and-inspiration-from-mary.html
This was after yesterday's message from Quan Yin:http://pleiadedolphininfos.blogspot.com/2015/09/natalie-glasson-shift-at-core-of-earth.html
And this Creator Writings: https://thecreatorwritings.wordpress.com/2015/09/25/blinded-by-truth/
I can only speak for myself.
My energies are soaring.
That is because the truth has set me free...
Yesterday Ross asked me to lie holding my new, very large crystal, and not say or think a word.
My Higher Self came, and inspected me.
She did. Just like she was shopping for a car.
She ran her hand over each limb, and felt the energy.
She didn't like me to think...but when my thoughts wandered to Anthony, she commented offhandedly to Ross, 'she loves him very much'.
I sensed her energy, and her mentioning to him, 'Is she ready?'
She looked in my mouth like you would if you were shopping for a horse!
I am very good at going totally blank--both in my thoughts and feelings--when I don't want a Galactic to 'read' me.
So she looked.
I was flashed an image of the sock and the toe, and I was looking at 'the rest' who doesn't really know or understand me, any more than I understand her.
She IS me, a future me I suppose?
Either way I am okay with it.
Ross asked me to write my experiences for you, which I have.
I don't take sides.
I only love.
EVERYTHING is forgiven.
Both on my end, and Carla's--this is in our hearts.
Everything that ever could have passed has brought us to HERE (points with finger down to the ground)...at the right time, at the right place, for the Awakening.
All of the Karma is settled.
Accept and allow it.
Namaste (deep bow with hands in prayer position).
Aloha and Mahalos,
Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc Folks
Friday, September 25, 2015
My health continues to improve. I have never taken a medicine other than my allergy medicine (which I have not taken for months) and albuterol (nebulizer and now tapered to inhaler) and cough drops.
I have never had an opportunity to rest in bed and heal.
In fact, I have worked harder, as my schedule included a call shift (Call 3) on Monday, an overnight call on Wednesday, and having to go back into work on Thursday, for a twelve fifteen case--which, upon arrival, had anesthesia cancelled by the patient who did not have a ride home.
I paid for the gasoline to get to work and back, but I did not have any work!
I complained to my boss.
My colleague, who is very 'work savvy'--asked me to do a pediatric add on case one hour later that laster one hour-and if I hadn't RUN out of the facility at the end, I risked being stuck giving another hour free just for the recovery of the patient. (My buddy arrived five minutes after me, and got stuck with it instead. Last time he was the one who ran, and said, 'it's how they do it at the outpatient facility.)
And it doesn't stop there. I drove from my house, to the sitter's, after only four hours sleep--to pick up my boy, who wanted breakfast as far away from the school in the opposite direction, because it's 'his favorite' and 'most healthy'--this turned my drive time into one hour. To be honest, the breakfast was delicious and was the highlight of my day...until the interview.
When I look at the roster of other people who have been interviewed by Violet Rose Reiki in the last two years--this weekend is their anniversary on the radio--I am both filled with love and gratitude, and very humbled by how Spirit works... I also am absolutely delighted with the photos presented in sequence at the beginning of the radio interview too.
Other good things, excellent messages, have come to me along the way...
- This 'blast from the past' came through on my stats sheet http://soundofheart.org/galacticfreepress/content/how-know-what-stage-awakening-starseed
As we all go into 5D, it is important to hang in there, to always do your best, and to understand the energies are going to increase more and more until 'things settle out'.
Enjoy the ride.
Carla has an early start. It isn't enough to get to work on time, or, a little late on the Fridays as the O.R. starts at eight, thirty-minutes later. Instead, Carla's schedule has been moved ahead thirty minutes. This is of great inconvenience, and involves the payment of a sitter and a drive to bring Anthony to them so they can take him to school later in the morning.
All is well.
Everything is going excellent on my end, over here. I want to reassure you that no matter what comes up, everything happens for a reason--no matter how unpleasant--for in the end the blessing will be apparent to all.
So try to 'roll with the punches' as best you can, and hold on to your hats!
Aloha and Mahalos,
Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc duo...
Thursday, September 24, 2015
I am Ross and I am writing this on behalf of my beloved, my Twin Soul, my delight, Carla.
A few days ago, there was a post by a reader on our Spa 5D site, which is a closed group for mutual love and support in the higher realms--there was a post about Quan Yin, and her higher self--this was to open a discussion, which was in fact, excellent.
There is a huge difference between 'there' where you are, and 'here' where I and all the Archangels and Ascended Masters 'reside' or 'exist': our laws of physics don't apply to you--and YOUR laws of physics don't apply to us.
All of us take an interest in your hearts, your souls, to love and to protect and guide you.
Each of you has a team.
Allow me to explain.
Each of you are incarnate for a special purpose, or a mission.
Some of you may be in fact, first and second incarnations of us--the full thing--all of us in all of you, as much as can be expected.
Even that, a full incarnation, is like being able to put only a toe into a full sock. The rest of the foot doesn't fit. Imagine it was like trying on your child's clothing when they are one. It wouldn't fit.
That is your Higher Self--the rest of the energy that is YOU that wouldn't fit into the tiny vessel. It just as connected to you as your heart is connected from the inside. You are your organs all summed up, more or less, while in a body, but unless one of them is not working properly, you hardly give it a second thought...
We have the ability to be present in many places at once, in an instant.
All of them are Conscious, intelligent, and kind.
They are from Heaven.
So...in order to know more about you, and who you are, one would imagine it would be helpful to learn a little more about us, and the way we 'run things up where I am', wouldn't it?
As the veil lifts and dissolved, all of the Illusion fades, and you finally 'fit' in all of your body...
It is no longer the toe, but the whole foot is able to be encompassed by the sock, to pardon my analogy.
Ascension is a process of becoming reacquainted with who you are, your Higher Self included.
It is quite manageable, and in fact, pleasant, to know one's higher self...even as it is for Carla, who has had her 'moments' a few times with her higher self...Carla was one of the most bitter ones to ever be incarnate, for she knew in her heart of hearts 'something wasn't right' about her existence, and Carla wanted it repaired and back to its usual state of not being confined with her energy.
As you grow, as you meditate, as you recollect, some of you will be surprised to discover there are more than one of me!
Well how can that be?
What is the use of being alive if there is more than one of me present?
There is VERY GOOD USE, and also, AN EXCELLENT REASON for these things to happen.
All will be revealed, both at the right time, and the right place.
(he waves his hands, both of them, to say, 'and wait for one more important thing!'--ed)
Our 'rules of conduct' for this space from this point on are to RESPECT everyone and everything for their perceptions, and to give the Benefit of the Doubt to 'How we do things in Ross' world'--no matter how far-fetched and extravagant and possibly redundant they might appear to you who have 3D goggles, for lack of a better way to explain it.
Energy doesn't lie.
Go in your heart.
And if your heart trusts, it is okay to pursue that line of thinking.
If you feel threatened in your heart of hearts, that might be ego doing something, for 'Life has done a number on us all'--even me, when I was incarnate!
So when you feel the fear of 'not being unique', and 'unique' is something important to you...or for that matter, if your tiny (gestures with hands--ed) 'cubbyhole box' is being stretched beyond its comfort--I want you to ask for me, for my help, and I will send either myself or my teammate to help you 'sort things out'.
There is going to be 'cognitive dissonance' for some time, as the newly awakened find their way.
I will hold my hand to help you walk, until you regain your balance when something unsettles you.
That is enough for today.
Ross, with all my love, as typed through the hands of Carla
Aloha and Mahalos,
Ross and Carla
Your couple of twins