Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Let Life Begin

Yesterday was a hard, hard day, and yet, also a 'good' one.

How can I explain?

It was hard for three reasons, I am still under the weather (coughing, making progress with nasal irrigation, tired).  I took my boy to the doctor and x-rays confirmed a fracture of the coccyx. And I took him to see my mom, who was in the hospital recovering from a stroke.

Why was it good?

Because I was like this:

And no matter where Life was taking me, I was Present in the Here and Now.

This way no matter what was asked of me, mentally, physically, emotionally, I could 'fit' and 'accept' it into my being like this:

Water always fills the glass.

There are not pockets where it sticks to itself but not the glass.

Water flows.

Water is in me.

And water is in you.

Thanks to the work of Dr. Masaru Emoto, we have learned, that not only does water adapt, it also remembers...

This graphic was made by a non medical person, and yet, in its unknowingness, is brilliant!

The wave form is an 'EKG'...but there's no proper P wave, QRS complex, or ST segment. It's 'close enough'.

Our life, our very existence in the physical, is based on the combination of TWO flows:

  1. The flow of electricity through the conduction system of the heart (EKG) to act like a spark plug for the pump of the heart muscle.
  2. The flow of red blood cells to deliver oxygen to every tissue in the body and to carry away the waste carbon dioxide.
Any interruption of this flow and cells die. 

Ask my mom about it. 

Hers was a very mild, subtle stroke that affects the speech and the personality. None of her daughters were sure what it was. Her doctors, not having known her, thought she was 'doing pretty good for an old lady' but my sister, bless her, said emphatically to them, 'she is a TALKER and now she can barely talk!' 

All the nuance, the memory, the personality is gone. Flat. Docile. 

We brought her a stuffed animal, an adorable duck. 

During our visit, she named it twice. Two separate names. 

That's not like her. 

What I would like to propose in our 'flow' logic, is there is yet another, third, unseen 'flow' which is critically vital to ALL Life.

That is Spirit.

Some philosophers call it 'love', not in the romantic sense, but in the 'Divine Energy of the Universe which creates All That Is'. 

Just like water, just like the red blood cells and oxygen, just like the electricity in the muscle of the heart, our very existence as souls--and this is forever--is dependent on this Spiritual energy flow--and furthermore is the only thing that exists after the water, the oxygen, and the heart muscle stop.

It's the most important. 

From my esoteric studies, we breathe this energy, this Life Force some call 'Prana' in with each breath. 

As Reiki practitioners we can draw a form of this energy from the Universe with our hands and our being trained to work with this energy. 

My point to you today, ladies and gentleman, is that unlike the water, the red blood cells, and the electricity to the heart, this Life Force of Spirit has intelligence far beyond that of anything we know. 

And that it works for the Highest Good for All That Is.

I am going to give you an example of the Divine Intelligence behind the Energy Exchange, and what happens when an individual listens to the nudging of their guides/heart/being/soul.  I will actually give you two simple examples.

One reader was deeply moved by our presence in Anchorage, Alaska this summer. Although the tour was brief and there was no time to meet, our energy work was felt. Me. Anthony. Ross.

When we left there was a profound sense of loss, and coping was difficult. 

This person worked through their loss, and in time, listened to Spirit and decided to GIVE.

This is a very natural and healthy response to the energy one receives from Source through our work. I've had friends contact me for years, and take, and take (I have a job interview! Send it!--or comment like, 'I'm a nicer person and I get less angry since you send the daily Reiki)--that's my first friend ever, JLSD, taking. Yet, she thinks of me, she gives, for example, when my orchid was stolen from my front yard she drove great distance to give me a new one on my birthday. She's very 3 dimensional. Normal...for that.

Back to Alaska, our friend offered to send what was plentiful, preserves, apple butter I recall. 

It wasn't easy. It took time to package it. It took time for me to get to the post office to pick it up.

But here's how Spirit works.

When Anthony came home, wounded, his dog at his dad's is dying of brain cancer, his grandmother is very sick in the hospital, and the classmate pulled the chair out from under him in band class to make him a target of the bullying, and he cried in front of everyone because the fall re-broke his tailbone...he didn't want to mention at first his suffering to me in light of the greater suffering of his dog and his grandmother. It was the school who called and reported it to me.

He came in the kitchen and saw this box. 

It was huge.

I let him open it.

'Who is it from mom?'

A reader. Someone who follows Ross and my work. (I gave the name)

'Mom?! How could they spend sixty five dollars on postage?!'

I don't know. Just open it and see what's inside?

There was jar after jar after jar of homemade preserves! He couldn't believe the abundance! This is enough to feed us for three years! 

A bounty!

Eagerly he opened one bubble wrap, took out a jar, and opened the lid and took a big sniff of the strawberry-rhubarb. My, how he admired the scent!

Today it's our breakfast. 

The reader wants me to teach Anthony about energy exchange with it.

And I will.


Second example.

I have a soul sister--literally my soul family/star family--who makes bracelets. 

She makes me smile because she's modest about her gifts. She doesn't recognize them, as she expects to be clairaudient to have it be a 'gift', or clairvoyant. She's strongly claircognizant and clairsentient instead. That's why I smile. I see her 'gifts' better than she does. 

I see.

Anyhow, Ross has her make bracelets. For me.

He nudged her to make one, and to send it.

I had trouble getting to the post office to pick it up. It took me a week to get there.

It was for the lungs.

I put it on, and instantly things started to mend/heal and the tightness in my chest relaxed with my asthma. 

Ross knows what he's doing.

So does my sister.

And the Divine Timing? 

It's perfect.

Even with the lag on my part, I was able to 'get data' on how well the bracelets work to heal.

And I'm on the mend.

It also helps me so much to have something in the physical that is from Ross.

Yesterday he sent me two hearts--splotches of oil and melted gum in the parking lot at the hospital--but they had a certain 'quality' about it in my perception, a little of his 'nudge' energy, and I knew he cares and it's from him.

Yesterday Ross and I had a moment.

Actually two moments.

I give  him carte blanche with my mother. He tells me not to worry, now that she's sick, because when it's really time for her to pass he will let me know. He doesn't want me to be in that agony of waiting for the shoe to drop. 

He asked me if I knew what he was thinking the first time he 'saw' me, for reals, at the very beginning of our relationship we've had now?

I didn't. 

Ross is a clever soul. I've known him for a long time, seen him, and also, at my Karuna Reiki class, I had not one but two guides, I didn't understand it. Ross was present there in that capacity. 

When I was with my nana Angelina, at her time to pass, I was physically at her bedside, hearing every breath, and making her comfortable.

Then I SAW in my mind's eye, my nana, looking much younger. She beckoned me to join her. She was looking ahead and wanted to see.  She was thrilled to be out of her body. 

I asked her, simply, 'do you know what you are about to do?'

The question went over her head. 

I caught up with her.

Next I knew, I had one arm, of hers, elbow in elbow, and Ross had the other arm. We were escorting her to Heaven.

Only, I was calm, Ross was calm, and nana was totally star struck/eager/talkative about how she earned this seeing of Ross with her being a certain religion and living a good life. She completely ignored me, which I totally understood and accepted for what it was.

Once we got to the threshold of our destination, we stopped. Ross told her the reason he was there was because she had been good to me. And he showed her me, and when she looked, my skin fell off like a robe and this super bright shining Light was in my place--I GLOWED! She didn't recognize me, she was startled, and quickly I put my skin back on. I've never seen anyone in Spirit glow like that!

She didn't understand it.

That's what I saw.

What Ross shared, is he saw me, so pure, so selfless, so loving in that moment with my nana, that he hoped I would be instead coming to him. 

He liked what he saw. 

My putting nana first. And meaning it.

Even at my most difficult goodbye in this incarnation. I'd had nightmares about her passing for years. After I was completely devastated. But during, I was clear headed and on the up and up. 

I appreciated Ross' share. He meant it.

Then yesterday he let me see nana for a minute, and I was so grateful to be in her presence. She was like, 'Carla?!' and startled so I think he popped her away from somewhere just to see me. It was a minute of hugging her, and it made the biggest difference to my heart.


Our second moment was in the parking lot at Trader Joe's.

He told me with a kiss that 'the people will come around' and 'they will surprise you' (in a nice way).

I was like, 'Ross? I'm not so sure. They can be awful. Look how they killed you.'

I trusted him.

And he said, 'they are all from back Home, and here, everyone would never do anything like that. You know it.'

I saw his point. 

So...coming from a soul like mine, where everyone is either 'people I know' (safe)  or 'people I don't' (might hurt you more than people you know might accidentally hurt you)...Ross' prediction is a good thing.

I sense he really wants me to open up and look forward to that party...of know...everything turns like Home forever...


Everything is going according to Plan.

I make plans, although not as much as Carla.

Yesterday offered her the gift of a Vietnamese breakfast with Anthony, and a big bowl of pho for her, for breakfast. It was relaxed. It was pleasant. It was a joy.

It offered her a chance to see how mature Anthony purports himself with a medical doctor who is trying to help him, or in a hospital with his ailing grandmother who loves him very much. He knows what to say, and how to say it, appropriately. 

His presence made his Aunt so much more calm and have hope, as she is practically his second mom, his Godmother as well as Aunt. She is quite fond of him.

Carla offered Anthony a dinner which was a joy and a delight, instead of the hustle and bustle of the basketball practice...spiral sliced ham from Costco which Anthony said is his favorite thing in the world to eat. (holds one finger up--ed) At the time in the morning at the store yesterday Carla had NO IDEA, no clue, her son was going to be the subject of school bullying and an 'accident'. But Carla took the 'hint' and because it was on sale--highly affordable--bought it and the bread which would become both their meal and the substance upon which the preserves will make their debut for their breakfast. Two rustic French country loaves.

(he interlaces his fingers--ed) You see how everything 'fits in'.

(he shows one finger not wanting to interlace, jumping out, and exaggerating the struggle to make a point--ed)  It's not working when one of the fingers is going like this, do you see?

(interlaces them again--ed) But when everything is flowing along, and sincerely reaching for the Highest Good...everything fits!

So in the examples of 'flow' -- Carla chose not a 'river' because it has been 'done'--and with her medical training offered you a look to examine the river 'within' your bloodstream, within your heart--both with the flow of electricity, of red blood cells, and air, and all the respiratory gases (CO2 and O2)...and SPIRIT...which is everlasting...I think she's done a fine job of explaining it so everyone can understand.

clap! clap! We don't want Carla to be late for work. It's time for shower and a breakfast with jam.

And Carla and I love you. We never say that one enough.

One last thing--these are EXAMPLES of 'giving' with the 'energy exchange' and we are definitely NOT 'fishing for donations'.

We would never stoop to that.

It's all in a days' work teaching-which is why my logo/photo, by design (he smiles--ed), is circular, flowing round and round, just like Time.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Ross and Carla
The Couple