Monday, December 11, 2017

What To Expect

We are heading towards an unknown.

I would like to take a moment to take a closer look at it, and explain my views on how 'it is going to go down' when there is a quantum leap in Consciousness and everyone 'Awakens'.

This is what I mean when I describe 'Gaia and her people' as Ascending.

First things first--a difference in one dimension in Consciousness is uncomfortable for both parties. For example, a Light Worker in a Dive Bar is going to feel uncomfortable because the natural 'vibration' for both is different.

I'm not going to classify 2.6 dimension versus 383 dimension like that.

Think of it as two people on a hill, one has the advantage and is a little further 'up' the hill, and the other is a little 'below', energetically, when one thinks of Ascension.

Second, the experience of Ascension is different for everyone, no two people are the same! That being said, it is 'for the better' as it is an evolution of natural soul growth and progression. So, it is a hurdle everyone needs to jump! The TIME for this jumping is variable, and determined by a soul and their teams of guides. It could take many more incarnations to do this.

Fortunately most of us 'decided' to accomplish this 'now', conveniently with the planet and her own Ascension.

I can only tell you of my own experience 'waking up'.

It was between 2011 and 2012.

I was already a Reiki Master. And blogging.

In my heart I was going to bring the 'healing' back in to the 'healers' of Traditional/Conventional Medicine.

I knew there was something wrong. I felt in my heart to go and help it.

The first 'awake' person I met was in my Reiki Classes. Her name is Hope Johnson. Many of you know her as the owner of Miracle Botanicals and an online 'personality'. She lives in Hawaii.

Before she moved, there was a while where she would state things 'as they are' and I had a problem with it.

It was the ego but I didn't know it. She challenged my world. She had her own viewpoint, and was happy, and very much 'higher on the hill'--we could tell.

I wanted to just accept it, but a part of me just wanted to argue her and prove her wrong. I would think of it a lot. In my free time. How can this be? How can she be right? I'll show her!

The first time I ever, ever experienced this shock and unsettling feeling was long before meeting Hope, in Pamela Starnes, a lady anesthesia resident who rotated through the VA ICU with us. She was a UCLA resident.

Pam was a runner. A vegan. And she said the 'sugar is the devil'.

How could she SAY such a thing? How could something so innocuous and prevalent be harmful? They (the government) wouldn't let us eat it if it was bad for us! Surely they would warn us? Right?

Pam was right. Years ahead of her time. On EVERYTHING.

Being told a truth, even when you know it deep down in your soul, that it's right, is difficult because then it means that everything you've based your life experience upon has been a foundation of LIES and deceit.

I really want you to look at that cartoon and think about it, how it affects you.

Please know it's human nature to avoid pain--physical, emotional, mental, psychological and spiritual pain.

Now we are really going to talk. It's about Karrie Ochoa.

Karrie is the one who told me that Medicine is Evil.

She was blithe about it, like, 'everyone knows that medicine is designed to make a profit and to keep people unhealthy'. Big pharma is the devil.

Oh my GOD! It was like a missile straight to the heart!

What about my motivation to go into medicine? To make it my life's work? I was CALLED into it, I knew, all my life?

What about the tests, the classes, the applications, the training, the sleepless nights, the skills learned?

After all, we take away Labor Pain?

Doesn't it matter that our reasons for going into medicine are good? Doesn't it count for something?

Not to Karrie.

No, to her, Medicine was going to hell in a hand bucket. And she was very dismissive of me.

(please note, the dry blue sponges in the photo and lack of Betadine surgical prep on the back, and the poor draping. It's bogus the photo.Event the syringe-Tuohy needle isn't 'right'. It should have a stylet in the needle until it's engaged into the interspinous ligament.)

Karrie shook my world, and not in a good way.

It took a lot of time, and also my unfriending her, to understand YES God wanted me in the Operating Room, YES God made me 'awake/psychic/different', YES there was a good reason for it, and YES, I truly am uniting the healers, especially in my workplace.

And that was with three very simple truths--sugar is the devil, Hope doesn't get upset over anything, and Karrie was right on so many levels about healthcare.

It was painful and I would never want to experience it again.

The last thing that woke me up and kept me awake was reading Kauilapele's blog post, about Cobra's Little Red Pill.

KP said he read it all and couldn't put it down.

I read it too.  In July 2012 I was ninety percent 'awake'...

Reading the article actually made it easier for me to accept the other bitter truths.

That's where we are today.

What is it in life that you enjoy? Is it family-friendly DizznKnee--entertainment, cruises, vacations?

Is it professional sports?

Is it the excitement of the Entertainment Industry, the Elite actors and musicians and all the glamour? And the comfort of Netflix, or the movies, with those you enjoy?

How about food? There's nothing like a sausage or burger with real MEAT in it right? So convenient to go to a local fast food and eat 'American style'?

Or how about Religion, and the Church? Isn't the Catholic Church what Jesus handed to Peter? The Rock? Or 'Fill In The Blank' --YOUR religion--is how you get through your life, and it's from your parents, and it's your foundation for everything you are and have ever been? And you raise your children to be in it because it's important?

What about mind-altering substances? Aren't they the shit? And some of them are HEALTHY and going to cure every ailment there is? Right? it's your whole personality, this stuff that is 'outside yourself' and rocks your world.

What about your secrets? The gambling? The porn? The hooking up like with a sex addiction? Or seeing someone 'on the side'? What else is there to do, to pass the time? Right? Life is like, boring. Who cares if you want to have a little fun?

How about winning? In business or elsewhere in your life? Isn't it a good thing to have ambition and to look out for your family?

What about your body? Your gym, your fashion, your being attractive? And being in style?

What about your country? Let's make it great again? Freedom isn't free! Let's fight to defend our ways!

How about the stock market? Politics? Your voice can make a difference, right?

Even for Those Who Do Not Have Our Best Interest At Heart--they sure have everything figured out, and are keeping it to themselves--hmmmm?

Pretty much everything 'out there' for us to 'pass the time' and 'enjoy' traces back to those who control the money, those who think of us as cattle herds, and is a LIE...a lie that the Elite Aristocracy of the Darkness created to keep us in control and to take our money.

All of it.

I can only speak for myself, with Medicine and the sugar thing and being made to feel like I was 'wrong' and there was some 'Big Secret' these people higher up the hill were in on and I was stupid not to be in on the Secret which to them was as plain as the nose on your face!

It hurt.

It made me doubt my reasons for going into Medicine--those feelings I had deep in my heart that had been my compass to get into and through medical school, residency and training.

I felt angry.

I felt embarrassed and cheated by those who set the whole system up.

I don't even know how I made it through those dark times when I was first awakening.

Helping people was one good way to cope. Sharing. And blogging. Healings I sent out too.

This was long, long, long before I knew Ross, and our relationship. Ross was end of 2013.

I cried. I healed. And I slowly got my equilibrium again.

Am I close to Pam, Hope, or Karrie?

No. Pam has her family and moves far away, but I went to her baby shower, and we are friends.

Hope and I grew close, and then there was distance and cooling in the friendship. We are still friends and I'm grateful for her example.

Karrie? No. The way she said the truth to me, with no caring whatsoever, felt like being hit by a truck, run over, then backed up and run over again. I just don't want to remember being treated like that, and so I don't want to go anywhere near her vibration. Even her photo now--I looked it up--still makes me cringe and recall the pain.

And I have the luxury of being able to talk to my guides! To know I am unconditionally loved and supported by the Universe. To have training in the psychic skills, and  certificate too.

I am no stranger to 'woo'--the Unseen.

Many people out 'there', in the Collective Consciousness, ARE afraid of the Unseen. That's because the Dark Ones have a narrative that says 'ghosts are scary' and 'UFO's are scary and going to eat us and take over our government'.

I hope this sets the stage for what is about to transpire.

What can you do about it in your role as Ground Crew?

  1. Self-care
  2. Connect to Source. Ross was pouring down the high frequency liquid 'vibes' into a funnel down my throat like feeding a goose for foie gras--AT MY REQUEST! I needed that much--glug glug glug--both on the way to work and the way home. Too much changes down here. I need Home. Large quantities of concentrated HOME frequency energy.
  3. REMEMBER the pain of waking up, and be courteous and kind to those who are in the painful process of coming to terms with the deception.
  4. Always hold the space--but don't get sucked down--for the newly awakened.
  5. Answer questions when asked if you can. 
  6. Cut the cords--keep what is 'you' and do not allow 'their stuff' to GLOM onto you. (Glom means 'stick in large quantities' in California slang).
  7. Tell yourself often, this too shall pass! Give yourself positive reinforcement, and also, learn from your mistakes but don't dwell on them.

clap! clap! (that's Ross it's time for bed for me)

Aloha and Mahalos,

Ross and Carla
The Couple