Let's Have A Free Happiness!

The best things in life are free.  Why not avail yourselves to them?

I've only worked one day this week. That day I happened to be on  call. What have I been doing and learning in these other days?

First of all, I talked with Ross. And I was totally surprised when I told him, from my heart, I really would like to have the opportunity to stay home and be a mom. That's my soul talking, my heart. He didn't say anything. But I knew he listened.

After school I've been able to pick my boy up from school, and run errands. He needs different shorts for gym class. We went to a local mall. Not many places had the right shorts in the right color. But the last place we looked? I found a pair. He also got a similar pair in a different color, 'for the weekends', a pair of sweat pants, and a pair of shorts made from sweat pants material. Once we were home, we played basketball and also played catch.

We watched the world series.  At the last inning, Ross let his presence be known. I felt him with us. And sure enough, the pitcher threw a strike and it was over. We had wanted the underdog to win, and they did.

(If you are good with visuals, if you look at the logo for that team, from left to write, you will see a tiny six, a large six, and then sharing the loop a backwards six. That's also how you find them in the signature of someone who started a large amusement park/entertainment industry too.  The point is to be able to see symbols that are 'hidden in plain sight'. Pretty much everything is controlled by those factions...)

Which brings us to California.

As a rule, we don't post much about natural disasters (and possibly unnatural ones) for two reasons. It's not because we don't care, we do. We are actively praying and sending healing to everyone involved. We happen to have two family members who are threatened, and have been evacuated. One bought fire equipment and is defending their neighborhood. Another has the power off. A third simply moved into their motor home and drove away from the risk areas. All three are without power. We also know one firefighter.

The first reason is the law of attraction. We don't like fires, displacement, and suffering. So we help to avoid thinking about it excessively because thoughts create things, events, etc. If it's on the news, we do our best to be aware but not to ruminate. As a habit we don't watch the news for this reason.

The second reason is there are things we can't see. Things that are either top secret or of Spirit, that we want to allow to happen. Near the last earthquake in California was a military base known for it's MK Ultra facility/capabilities. Rumor has it that around the time of that last earthquake over two thousand victims were freed from MK Ultra.  This type of thing isn't going to make the news, but it's just as real as ever. So although we don't know the particulars of these fires, we do acknowledge under a broader sweep of 'explanation' that 'Gaia has to do her own thing' and sometimes there is a form of 'cleansing' energetically that needs to take place.  In this circumstance we focus on the highest good and the easiest/less damaging/less painful way for it to happen as we pray and send healing from our heart.

What can you do today that is outside the system, or at least, outside of your routine, that you can do for free that is enjoyable to you?

Today I'd like to make a casserole for breakfast, with the many Hatch chili peppers I roasted over the summer. I've never made one. It might be delicious. I have everything all of the ingredients in my fridge.

Yesterday, I stumbled across some free YouTube videos of how to sell things, both at craft fairs and on eBay. I'm starting to list some pins for sale. I've sold an old Motley Crue one I have no idea how I got it. I love my pins but I don't want to lug them around with me from house to house. There is an incredible amount of information out there. I also am inclined to sell some of Anthony's hand-me downs that are in good condition. It can't hurt.

I just want to stay home.

I know when I really, really want to stay home that probably means, energetically, that is the launching pad for being able to travel all over the galaxy and never have a quiet moment to our family again--with my luck!--but with Ross as our side all is well.

The veil is thin now.

Celebrate it.

Listen and perceive your loved ones coming closer to you energetically. Just like Ross did for the baseball game. I knew he was there, and when he is there all is well and everything works out.

It's time to wake up Anthony.

There is call for me this weekend. I have work next week too. I might as well enjoy today and tomorrow. There's a teacher development day tomorrow. I traded down so I could be home with the boy.

The other cool thing is we are learning about the neighborhood dogs. We saw one, a little French Bulldog named Pierre being walked by someone we didn't know. We weren't even sure it was Pierre. He looked like him, and as we drew closer, he recognized us. It was Pierre's grandpa who was watching him while the owners who are our neighbors are out of town, out of state really. Knowing the dogs and their parents/owners makes for a marvelous sense of community. I go to sleep at night, and it's like the last sixteen years of my life at the old place didn't happen. It's wonderful to be someplace new. I know it wasn't easy for me, or for my guides, but I ended up here.

I also know even if we were in a tiny hotel room, or trailer, as long as we were together our family would be happy too.

So we enjoy our here and now, and each other, for free.

We are taking heart for our brothers and sisters--always--and hoping for the highest good in what is going on around us.

We are also mindful of the air quality as it is affected by the fires, and send healing to everyone who has lung disease who has trouble with breathing during times like this.



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Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,

Ross and Carla
The Twins

Banzai!

I have been noticing a trend. Ross agrees and he wanted to title this blog post.  In this photo here is a Japanese zero fighter plane.

They were deadly in world war two. We have an image of a pilot, a kamikaze, making the decision to crash the plane into the target, and homing in.

That pilot is whoever is running our society. That crash is imminent. It hasn't crashed yet, there's nothing we can do because we are the observers. But the observations we are going to share with you, so you can increase your awareness and look for them too.

Everything today is going to be about the dehumanization and disconnection of people in society.

Yesterday Carla went to lunch with her good friend.  She is a former AT&T operator, who didn't move out of state because she was raising her son, who is five years older than Anthony. The office relocated. So the close friend and neighbor, helped with Anthony so very much while he was growing up. It was wonderful and heart-warming for them both to be able to relax and talk over lunch.

After being a stay-at-home mom, and her boy got older, she wanted to work. She likes babysitting and elder care. But she wanted to be outside the house because it was depressing to her. She wanted to be with people. And to make money. She needed the extra income.

She's been working maybe two years now, in retail. It's hard work. People aren't always kind or truthful. They like to take advantage. There's been people shoplifting she's caught. It's not easy to stand up on her feet all day, and some clothing is heavy for her to lift.

But there's a disturbing new trend.  People are using the dressing room as a toilet.

Three people have urinated into dresses.

And one did a bowel movement right on the floor in the men's dressing room.

These things have happened after the cleaning people have left for the day. All the staff could do was to close the dressing room, tell the manager, and let the team for the next day take care of it.

Are people confusing dressing rooms with lavatories? Pretty hard to imagine in this day and age of high technology.

Are people psychologically disturbed and doing some form of aggression/scatological acts?

It seems like they are animals...

In medicine it's not even funny. It's alarming how the bedside manner has gone completely out the window, and the time crunch is gotten to where if it's not related to money-making we just don't do it.  My last work assignment I did four cases in such quick succession that the nurses were bringing the patients into the room before I'd even seen them or agreed it was safe to proceed with anesthesia. They said, 'oh? I forgot you are the one who likes to still do that' (listen to the heart, chest, examine the airway).  That's right, my colleagues skip that step.

I finished the last one, the surgeon had come early for the next case, and wanted to go.

No lunch for me. Nope. Not until after, which was two hours later.

That's routine.   https://www.washingtonpost.com/health/2019/10/23/broken-health-care-system-is-causing-rampant-burnout-among-doctors-nurses/  I also hold my need to visit the bathroom during the day too.

The way to take down a society is to take down its educated ones, its leaders.

Medicine is crumbling. It's a slow collapse, but just as strategically planned as a demolition of a large skyscraper. All the blast loads are in place, they are detonating, and it's just a matter of time before the entire thing implodes. Considering the deliberate harm of some industries associated with 'healthcare'--you know the hot topics such as shots and pills--it might be a good thing. Do know the best and the brightest are leaving it in droves.

And legislation in some parts back east are looking to limit/license/regulate Reiki and other forms of healing.

Reiki malpractice insurance is inexpensive. And once you train, there's no maintenance of certification, no continuing Reiki education requirements, no annual licensing fee.

For a regulatory body, this is a source of revenue just waiting to be tapped in the name of 'safety'.  It's going on here in conventional medicine. So many hoops to jump through just to keep in practice, each one more expensive than the next and certainly going to increase over time. My DEA and license are triple what they were when I started in 1998. That's way more than the rate of inflation.

There is nothing more American than to enjoy the sport of baseball. Even if you are the leader of the country and it is your home team in the World Series.

Everyone has a right to go.

One of the chairmen of the department of Anesthesia I know, who is very liberal and anti-Grump, posted that the fans at the stadium jeering at the president crossed the line. There is something about 'respect for the office'.

I was stunned he would say that. I've seen the things he posts. He can't stand anything since a certain 'Barry' left office.

Everyone has a moral compass. Everyone has a sense of right and wrong. Even in prison, we all know who is the lowest of the low.  There was a meme I passed along today--it said, 'dogs are put down for attacking children. Why don't we do the same with pedophiles?'  Right?

The whole point of this entire article, is that due to outside influence by TWDNHOBIAH, the moral compass of the general population, worldwide, has swayed a great distance from anywhere in the middle. It is extreme, and it's still moving away from normal, sane, healthy, respectful, polite, decent, service-to-others and homing in on service-to-self, do what thou wilt.

Even just now, there was an interruption. The doorbell rang. I went downstairs immediately.The packages were left at the front door. I heard the delivery truck starting and driving away.  These drivers are put onto crazy schedules that don't even allow them to say hello or enjoy the day. With technology they are tracked and their performance is measured. If they don't meet the quotas/targets, that's it for them.

There has never been a greater need for the Golden Rule than today, here and now. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

Patience is imperative. The more you want things faster and faster,  the more human beings with hopes and dreams and families are having to run around like little hamsters--in the hospital, delivering packages, and even cleaning up shit in the dressing rooms of department stores.

Manners are important.

Reasonable expectations are key.

And starve the lifeblood (money) out of corporations that take advantage of their workers to the extreme. If a company is unreasonable, don't support them.  For example, local industry is best compared to large chains.

I know Costco treats its workers well. Go to Costco. I know people who have worked for them. Learn about places that honor their workers. I know in the past Starbucks did, not so sure about now just because I haven't studied those things or researched them. Don't fall for the 'my pleasure' people say to you while doing business with them. It's scripted. We are forced to say it even in the hospital. Why? Because the patient satisfaction scores affect not only our income, but our jobs. We just got scores on our department for outpatient anesthesia services ease of understanding anesthesia complications--we dropped fifteen points, now at sixty something percent. The chief of the OR, the nurse director, sent it out to all of us.  It's weird, isn't it, what life has become?

I set it in my heart to love everyone I can, unconditionally, in every situation at work, while I'm still working. To smile. To be pleasant and calm. To be positive. To do my best. To show up early. To avoid complaining.

With people like the surgeon who had the ninety minute delay, they are vibrating at a frequency that is incompatible with the one that's taking over the planet and we are working hard to maintain:  Nurturing, Warmth, Love and Compassion.   With people like that, you love them from a distance, get out the popcorn, and watch the show. It's like a warm front colliding with a cold front and the ensuing storm.

So, watch what's going on around you.

Be especially mindful of your thoughts, expectations, and how very much your ability to be pleasant and raise the vibration is needed at this time.

And watch the show at these two forces, 'service to self' and 'service to others' collide.



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Ross and Carla
The Couple

The Prophetess

Yesterday the coolest, coolest thing ever happened. My friend Michelle had asked me about two weeks ago to make another bracelet for her on the first anniversary of her father's death, October 15.  At the time, my office was a mess, there were materials everywhere. The father came through and had told me to make one with diamonds and pearls for her, because that is what she means to him while she was caring for him after he had had his stroke, and eventually died. He wanted the biggest ones I had!

She said that sounded a lot like him.

Then, I made it. Her mother's spirit came through too, and I added one little pink bead because she had passed of breast cancer when Michelle was in high school.

The bracelet was beautiful, and excitedly I gave it to her yesterday afternoon.

She had me show her how to put it on, there is an S-clasp. The fit was perfect. We were so delighted.

Then she looked at me and asked me, 'you know my mother's name, right?'

No.  I didn't.

It's Pearl.

I got the chills, very happy chills, to have helped with Spirit to assist a grieving child.

Spirit also has my back. I noticed in yesterday's lineup, the surgeon who had most recently taken me off 'his list'--this is the one where routinely I am not permitted to eat lunch, and yet the surgeon and his assistant are bought lunch by the instrument rep every day! And they discuss what they would like to eat in front of the whole team. The surgeon has been 'nudged' by the nurses to at least buy for the surgical tech who is right in there with the surgery just so he won't feel left out.

And no, the surgeon, declines to end this preferential treatment.

The surgeon is extremely time-conscious. Start time is at seven a.m.

I saw there is another in his room.

And I saw a ninety minute delay for the first case start!

I asked the scheduler what happened? She didn't know. Usually things are explained to her when she comes on shift in the afternoon. She asked.

Guess what? The first patient was in a nursing home. That's how long it took for the patient to come to the hospital.

Yes.

The one who said I took forty five minutes to put in an arterial line--in error, it only took less than ten and my boss never even once checked the anesthesia record to defend me...the same who on a whim decided after the flip to do motor testing, and I didn't have in bite blocks, and I needed to put them in correctly. I stood my ground and made us put the patient on the gurney so I could see the tongue, stick my fingers in, and make sure it wasn't caught between the teeth...had to wait ninety minutes because of something outside of everyone's control.

Thank you Spirit.

The Schumann resonance chart (link removed) is a wonderful resource. It shows the colors of the highest frequency of the earth.  And the more white, the better. Once we are all the way white, we are Home. It changes. But today's graph gives me hope. Everything is on track, completely on target, on schedule, and this gives me great delight.

Our rats, I've given the situation a break. I've also researched it. Here's some links if you're interested:

• Rats enjoy learning and stress decreases when they drive
• Everything you need to know to do your own rodent pest control
• You can't go back--domestic to wild or wild to domestic--as a rat

Probably the most helpful video on YouTube!

That last one is a bonus. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!

Ross smiles and waves. He's glad to take a breather after the last 'tea series' of blog posts.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Twins

P.S. Ross says the awakening is unstoppable.  Of humanity. xoxoxo

Winding Up

It appears our time for tea is drawing to a close. In time we are going to introduce our youngest and last guest. But for now, let us give a warm thanks to our four ladies who shared their love of cats with us, and were vulnerable emotionally, in some points, raw.

It is this heart to heart connection where true communication will arise.

It is okay to be vulnerable. Just like they were, and everything was okay, we can be vulnerable too. We don't have to tough it out.

Hope Johnson said something the other day which left a lasting impression on us. She says that trying to hold on to things  that may or may not be meant to be is a form of the ego expressing its control over us. Instead, LOVE everything, and as you pour incredible love into your life experiences, the ones which are meant to be will be drawn to you.

Carla's work isn't so great right now. They have reduced her hours down to fifty percent time, which is against her wishes, but Carla accepts that there is much-needed time for her life, and for Anthony. Basically, every day she works she is on call. She is a place-holder. The perception is that when Anthony gets sick and she has to trade down, that 'she doesn't really want to work'.  Nobody has noticed that she doesn't leave early, she works everything she is assigned to do, and others are out the door giving away their calls right and left to others...every single day.

Who would sign up for those working conditions? Isn't that why women and mothers are fleeing medicine in droves? It is an epidemic, with the leaving, the suicides (Carla is in the highest risk group there is, female anesthesiologist), and the burnout/stress...so Carla is holding on to her courage and faith that everything will work out, and whatever is ahead is going to be better than the current situation.

Yesterday was a good day for us, for home and family. We spent the weekend decluttering and unpacking. Carla's beads are now mostly organized in her office. Almost enough to get her business back up and running again like it was but better than before. There is a holiday project just starting to come into her consciousness, a free giveaway. And all of this makes her feel normal, healthy and glad.

She gives me thanks constantly throughout the day. Ross, thank you for the baseball game for Anthony and my being able to watch! Ross, thank you for the kitchen, the yard, the beautiful home I didn't realize was even possible! Ross thank you for everything which is so much better than I ever could have dreamed or imagined!

Yes there is still work, and much time is needed to find 'everything in its place'...but it's over the hump, and at least, Carla is able to find things and has a pretty good idea where everything is kept, whether it is in boxes or put away.  Her beading storage are crates stacked up, grey ones from Home Depot, and are arranged in bins by color. Both she and Anthony are very happy with this work.

There is a new chair they bought that Anthony has fallen in love with. It's a mid-century modern armchair. He puts it by the TV and does his gaming on it. He says again and again how it's just perfect for him, he can't believe it!

But I can.

I keep an eye on my home and family, it is important, especially since there are times I have been somewhat 'lost in my work'.

There is nothing wrong with adorable and cuteness. This is what keeps life going, the cuteness. If parents did not love their offspring--cats with kittens, humans with kids, and vice versa--nobody would care for their young!

Cuteness gives a little rush of dopamine, a pleasure burst, to the mind and then to the soul. The softness, the cuteness, the being needed...it is a plus.

Even when a little becomes too much, a little too much felines, a little too much clutter, a little too much substance of any kind, be it food, alcohol, 'herb', video games...is only a sign that there is no 'balance' for the optimum health of the being.  Healthy or not, it is beautiful, perfect, and very much loved by the Divine...who sees everything in balance and in health, or at least, it's potential to be.

The little frailties, quirks and foibles do not detract from the essence of 'what was' or 'what is' or even 'what is ahead'...every soul is a work in progress! Even my own! So have hope.

We would now like to introduce to you our very last guest. She speaks her mind and she doesn't hold back. She is direct and outspoken. She has the air of one who has been toeing the line, and now is getting sick of it. She can no longer keep her observations to herself...so...let her have her say.

We will warm up the tea for all of us...and settle in our chairs to give our full attention...

Can you feel her pain, and also her frustration? We did. She cares about her friends, and her family and her country.

We also recollect something someone said a long time ago, that war would no longer have weapons...are these new ones doing the same exact things that the victors would do while helping themselves to enjoy the 'spoils of war'?

How can this happen and why? Who would have the resources to coordinate it? A government agency perhaps? the collusion of TWDNHOBIAH? Who would benefit from such mass suffering?

Isn't there a saying from someone that says, 'Order Out Of Chaos'?

There is a pattern of creating a problem, deliberately, in order to present a 'solution' which almost always has people losing their liberty in one way or another? Think of 9-11 and the airport security and other forms of being monitored which came out of that...so watch for it.

It has been a wonderful, appealing and very much meaningful time with you and with our guests.

We want you to recall how to open up, to speak your mind, and do not be afraid to talk about something which interests you and might not interest others (like the spiders with Tom). Everyone benefits when we are authentic in our words, our thoughts, our gestures...and being TOGETHER.

Together as one, even if perhaps at times we are going to be a little vulnerable.

Together we are the eyes and ears and hearts of Heaven!

Let us bring Heaven to Earth, here in our hearts, in our homes, and the rest will soon follow.




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Aloha and mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,

Ross and Carla
The Loves who both adore and love you enthusiastically!

The Kitten Connection

We thank you for giving your attention to Thomas and his hobby. Spiders are in fact, a vital part of the ecosystem of the planet. It is not necessary for one to become their fan, but to be aware of their role much as we are conscious of the role of the honey bee is our intention.

As promised, we have four women who are our guests, and they are going to share from the heart on a topic which is very important to them:  felines.

Please keep in mind the Saul message, which says, 'everyone wants only to be seen, honored, respected, and loved.' original article.

Because it is four guests, we ask for you to allot the time of fifteen minutes for each one to share their story in this documentary about them:

Which woman was the one you felt the closest connection to? With whom would you like to offer friendship, and to hang out?

Which one would you offer financial support if you were of unlimited means? (you were rich and money were no object).

Do you understand what happened to make the turn of events which led to having multiple cats?

Are you susceptible to this happening to you? What events could happen in your life perhaps, to make you turn to love and support from the kittens?

For these women, will they find the love that they seek?

Is what they are seeking something internal, or external to themselves?

Have you ever gotten yourself into something so deep it was difficult for you to get out of the situation? Did you get yourself out of it?

We would like to add something different to the discussion. Has anyone ever seen the movie The Kingsmen? What are the roles of the dogs in the training to pass the test to become a Kingsman? At first the students are given a puppy. Taking care of them is a way to demonstrate reliability and responsibility isn't it? But then, the final test, is a test of loyalty to the dog over loyalty to the organization, yes?

There is an even darker facet to this kind of treatment with puppies. It is an important part of the MK Ultra/Monarch program. A victim/subject is given a dog as a comfort. The dog offers unconditional love to the victim/subject, who is stressed beyond the imagination otherwise in the programming in which the mind splits.  You can see where the road heads on this relationship with the victim/subject and the pet. This becomes one more way to traumatize the victim, isn't it?

We see with a wary eye the emergence of the role of pets in society today. Some have supposed that there is one big global initiation going on worldwide into the occult. We see couples having a dog before they have a human family, 'just to try it out'. We see a culture here in the United States where people bring their dogs with them to the grocery store, to the shopping center, even on airplanes. The same is true with cats with the traveling. People even have 'service animals'--not the ones trained to lead the blind but the emotional support animals. It is kind of like one can purchase a certificate online to declare their pet a service animal.

This is only one step away from the next part of the initiation, isn't it? For the group.

We also wonder how many of these guest women speakers have perhaps sexual abuse or trauma in their past, or perhaps SRA?

Could it happen to you?

Not likely.

Are you able to find compassion for them? To talk to them across the table as equals, soul to soul, and smile while looking in their eyes after knowing their truth?

This is a very important task for our healers, you, our ones we know who are up to the task. Human frailty is normal and unavoidable for certain souls during the life process. Human frailty can also be exploited by those who wish to find control and compel others to nefarious activities.

Would you like a cup of tea? We are almost at our last guest, and are going to pass out the little finger sandwiches and dessert pastries on a magnificent silver tray...

We thank you so much for joining us, and for honoring and respecting our guests.



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Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,

Ross and Carla
The Huggables

Tantalizing Tidbits for Tea : )

We thank Caitlin for her empowerment of our fellow tea guests, in speaking of how to care for the dead, your own dead.  We would like to add that in life there are etheric cords which connect us in a tangled web of energy, from heart to heart, and from aura to aura everywhere across the globe.

When one of our loved ones dies, these etheric cord connections are severed in the physical/aura/energy planes. This is because the deceased no longer has moving chakras. They stand still and all the colors turn to shadow. Their vibrancy is no more. So what we experience as the loved one Transitions is a hole in our aura where the connection once was healthy and strong.  In time this wound of the energy will heal over. In the meantime, be good to yourself, be kind, and gentle. Be certain to get both plenty of fresh air and sunshine, and also plenty of rest.

So as not to disappoint you, there still remains a very strong filament of cord between your two souls. It is from the energy signature of having shared mutual life experiences together. And THIS is never cut, and cannot be taken away.

So we allow Caitlin to step back. Many of our guests at the table with us have shared similar stories of how they too put forth the effort to care for their own dead, and how it made a difference in the healing.

At the end of October is the time of year when the 'veil' which separates Life from the Afterlife is thinnest. Tradition has it that we honor the dead, we make time for them, and we celebrate their lives in certain cultures. Mexico is known for their Day of the Dead custom. In Italy growing up, Carla's mom had picnics in the graveyards on this day too. It wasn't scary at all, it was what everybody did to honor their dead loved ones.

Scary things are also part of the tradition of this time of the year. And one of the scariest creatures on the planet is absolutely fascinating to our friend we would like to introduce to you, Tom.

Tom has put together a little video here in which you won't believe your eyes he does with these creatures!  He also does a little explaining, and puts things in perspective on the ones with the poisonous bites.

Spiders, creepy crawlies, and poison!

What's not there to like as a little shiver and chill go up your spine as we listen to what Thomas has to say about our eight-legged friends here on the planet?

Enjoy.

Spider myths and legends revealed!

Were you able to watch the video?

To the end?

We found it was empowering to know that it's not the violin to recognize the Brown Recluse Spider, it's the eyes, in three pairs of two, left, middle and right. With the Brazilian one in South Africa, the eyes make a square. 

Sometimes facing our fears helps to make us realize we have the power within us to conquer them. 

Tell me what is your scariest spider story you ever encountered? Was it walking through a web and you didn't know it? Was it seeing a really big one up close? Carla has seen some as big as a paper plate! They were on display at the Natural History Museum in Los Angeles. They were presented in the very same structure that houses the butterfly exhibit in summer. Carla couldn't help but notice the colorful wings still stuck on some of the giant webs...

This one is a little early because indeed tomorrow we are taking the day off.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Dangerous Tea Event Host and Hostess

P.S. tomorrow's guests are much more cute and cuddly, we promise. So stay with us...xoxoxo

Let's Keep This Between Ourselves, Shall We?

We thought you would enjoy spending time with Paula. We like her authenticity, and her communication is clearly from the heart. We count her among our circle of friendship, as her vibration is about the same ranks as you...

Now we will let Paula enjoy listening to our next guest with you.

If you are Asian, there is a clue in the photo above about Caitlin. She is our guest who talks about something unavoidable in life, and with tongue in cheek we say to you, 'it's not the taxes!'

Relax, let us pour you a second cup, and let's listen to what Caitlin has to say:

Why you should spend time with a dead body (your family and friends' bodies, not random ones)

Wasn't that empowering?  At the end of life there is so much unsaid, unspoken. 

Wouldn't you imagine, that, if someone were to want to control a large number of people, wouldn't it be easier to control the walking wounded (emotionally) than the walking intact (emotionally)? And what better way there is than to take away the traditions, customs of end of life away from the people, sanitizing it, and making it cost lots of money?

One of the most intimate things, Carla ever did with me, Ross, was to tend to my body. My face was like hamburger from,  (polite cough), 'the accident', and her tears were flowing as she did her best to rearrange my face to something that was recognizable. There were two rituals and washings. The first was with my mother, according to the traditions of our ways.

The second, Carla stole away, and came to me, saying she 'wished to spend some time alone'...

Instead she instituted our plan.

Carla did the rituals according to our training in India which  are not what most of the people in India do. It was only for the select, the few, the philosophers and mystics, with whom I had trained. With blind faith Carla did everything I had taught her to do, just in case of this exact situation. 

For I knew how to animate and reanimate a body. Through meditation I could leave it at will. I just needed a 'calling card' to find my way back in. 

From our studies at home, just between me and Carla, she learned what I taught her, what the men were not willing for a woman to learn, I taught! And Carla buttoned her lip and was very quiet the whole time I was studying. I was studying for US and not for ME, although that is as it would appear.

Our plan was a little elaborate.

What is yours to do with your loved ones?

Have you thought about it?

Is there a sign you have both agreed upon to use to communicate after death?

What are your wishes?

Carla, who is afraid of fire, never wants to be cremated! She wants, at the end of life, a long time to say goodbye to her family and friends. She doesn't mind being hooked on a ventilator if that is what her family needs to come to terms with her goodbye. She says let them water me like a vegetable garden! I don't mind! Not one bit.

Although, for others, they would want it to be quick, not to suffer, and to be as painless as possible.

There is room for this and for everything in between.

So in going back, we love Caitlin for her gift to bring humor and enlightenment to the end of life.

We want you to get thinking about it now, before it's too late. Talk about it. Let your friends and loved ones know if you would like to donate your organs for transplant patients. Let them know if you want 'heroics' or not at the end of life (just let me pass quietly!). Be daring and let people know if you would rather take the pills than face the bitter end in agony.

All of this is good.

I think you would agree that Caitlin is helping others to find their voice, to regain their power, and to take back from the industrial complex what is rightfully their own--the dignity and the connection--for those few precious hours to say goodbye, in their own way, before picking up the phone and letting the funeral home take the body away.

Carla's mother did, with her father. She spend the night with him one last time, him on his side of the bed, and she in hers, as his body grew cold. She wanted to be in his presence and have have one last 'almost normal' time before her life was changed forever and she was alone. The funeral home gave a window and she chose the last minute available in that window so she could spend her time talking, caring, and looking at her now deceased husband...of almost fifty years!...one last time. To make her memories.

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This is enough for today.

Wait until you see our next guest for tomorrow! It will give you the shivers! So brave and calm our next guest is!

Would you like some more biscuits?

How do you feel about death and Caitlin's views?  Hmmmm? How fascinating!

Aloha and mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple who are very much in Love.

Invite Someone Dangerous to Tea ; )

Invite someone dangerous to tea... SARK (Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy) once said this in the early 1990's.

Ross and I are inviting several 'guests' to share tea with us. Would you be so kind as to join us?

As these are our honored guests, we ask that you be friendly and polite, and listen to their story, each one at a time. And then, each guests, Ross and I will have a private discussion with you about what impressions we have of each of our visitors to tea.

It is our custom to be friends with all people, from all walks of life, some of them who think differently from the norm.

Cream or sugar, dear? Would you like one lump or two of the sugar? We have lumps of turbinado sugar and organic half and half, and plant based milk if you prefer it. And honey and stevia too. Today's honey is from Spain.


Let us introduce to you our first guest, Paula.  Paula has had quite the journey. Let us take a few minutes to listen to what she has to say.

I've Lived As A Man and As A Woman, and Here Is What I've Learned -- Paula Stone Williams

Have you ever met anyone like Paula? Did you have questions? Carla has. She works with a woman named Edra, and Carla has not been so sure that Edra has had a journey like Paula's. She has always wanted to ask Edra her questions, but never had the courage to ask.

What we would like to add to her story is that Paula is living a complicated life lesson, one not for a young soul or an inexperienced one.

How did you feel while you listened to Paula share her story?

For Carla it resonated very much. Both in the description of the airplane scene, where Carla never knew there was anything NOT like her role as a female physician and single mother. She would never think of male privilege as being a 'thing'.

The part that warmed our hearts very much was the reconnection between Paula and her ninety-one year old father. 'Paula?....I don't understand any of this but--I'm willing to try.'

Tomorrow we will introduce you to our next guest...




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Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,

Ross and Carla
The Twins who like coffee and tea, and especially sharing it with you.

Would You Like To Have A Cup Of Tea With Us?

Please pour yourself a cup, sit down with us, and let's have a chat for a few minutes.

It's a beautiful day here in Southern California, a little hot actually. The temperature is 34 C/ 93F, and there's a pretty strong breeze going.

Earlier today, I spent about an hour in a nearby park, at Ross' suggestion, playing Pokemon Go. It was very healing to let go of my cares, to feel the breeze, to smell the flowers and grass, to lean on a tree trunk to scratch my back, and to feel the sunshine on me.

I often don't get to do that.

Yesterday I was irradiated at work, had to be quiet, and efficient about getting things done. I did a spine case that started early, half hour earlier than normal starting time. I took Anthony to a coffee shop near the school, and we shared a quick breakfast before I had to go. I was on time for the spine, and this surgeon, the best one, in the opinion of the staff (who would you let operate on you?)--was happy. I played eighties music on my Pandora, and the circulator RN was happy too.

The patient did remarkably well.

My next case had a delay. I didn't mind. I wanted very much to work with this surgeon because I had trained with him back when I was a surgeon. He is excellent. He seemed glad to work with me too. I like thoracic cases.

After that, I went up to the GI lab--I get more radiation exposure from the ERCP's flour than I do from a spine case. I can't step away. The anesthesiologist gets the most exposure due to the shape of the c-arm. I realized that my lead apron only covers my front and thyroid. My eyes and head get exposed. I wondered if the effect is cumulative?

Before I went down to do two more general surgery cases, I stopped to have a cup of tea. Mint tea. It meant so much to just take time to nourish my spirit, and cheer myself on for the rest of the call.

I'm starting to realize that Ross and my Higher Self don't want to let me give in to being in my house, cooking my own meals, and experiencing the peace of an introvert I desire. No, instead, the world is my home. And we eat out often because the world is my kitchen too.

I was exhausted when I checked in to the hotel. Anthony wanted to be with me. I couldn't drive. So I told him he was welcome, and to take an Uber to me. It helped both of us so much! In the morning (thankfully I wasn't called in during the night), I dropped him off to school.

Here's one more thing to mention. I've had two thoughts. I know you enjoy my being a thinker. So I'll put them out there for you:

• If there was no such thing as time, how could anyone bill for or be paid by the hour for their work? What's it like in Heaven? Could time have been created solely as a tool for the purpose of enslavement of the human race?
• School is one long process of getting humans conditioned to do work and not seek joy. Life wasn't like that. Before it was hunting, farming, being with family, dancing and singing and doing art. They take them earlier now, to destroy the family by having mothers work and doing pre-school. Then the singing and dancing gradually goes away. The intuition is decimated as the right brain is conditioned again and again to use logic and think. Then, with increasing education (and cost) humans are enslaved even more, enriching the deep pockets with tuition, and making the window of fertility shorter for professional women.  What we are told to do, isn't perhaps in synch with biology we were made to do. Here is an excellent article about that https://www.aamc.org/news-insights/why-women-leave-medicine. I was thinking about 'teen pregnancy' and it being like a social disease...they call it that. But in the past, couples married much sooner and had families earlier. This creates a strong family unit, and community. The grandparents and great-grandparents are involved with the children, as well as the aunts and uncles. Some social structure like this would be able to detect the darkness. That's why it was targeted. Back in Italy, in the day, people whispered about how the priests got the nuns pregnant, and how their babies were eaten. People knew and my mom and uncle knew what took me years and years to discover. If you'd like to know my sources, there's the Sister Charlotte video here's the YouTube of the radio broadcast. Here is another one at St. Joseph's

I've enjoyed our chat, and appreciate your input to the conversation.

I just got contacted by the widow of Khiem. She understands I talk to the dead. 

I've done this before for the widow of a mechanic where I get my car serviced. 

Both are Vietnamese. It's important to share how in their culture, Buddhism and Catholicism are the main religions. For one to reach out to a medium is huge. I am honored.

These kinds of tea leaves are called Buddha's tears.

A nurse at work who is my Reiki student gave me a hug about Khiem. She said she and her son have been praying for him, and he prayed the longest for him the night before he died. It felt so good not to have to be strong during that hug. 

The loss is real. One less friend. Anthony hurt his finger really good playing basketball yesterday. He jumped up to hang off the net but his ring finger got caught. I wanted to ask Khiem but I couldn't. 

I will try in spirit but it's not the same.

One less surgeon who likes to work with me. That's job security right there. 

It is what it is. Like Khiem said, from The Other Side, 'I traded in my rental car' (human body).

Ross

Carla struggles with the lack of control of her life. Today is one such day. She wakes up with bold plans. Ever since she became a mother, her life has been easily distracted and jumbled as it flows from one focus of attention to the next.

Today first and foremost was to go through her stuff to make way for the new furniture. She now understands what is in each of her boxes. But to go through the books, the memories, the old CD records will take time. 

Then there is the errand Anthony wants her to take--to drop off his computer at the shop. 

Between that there wasn't much time for fun. Then there's the interview to prepare for. And she will.

That's why I admire Carla for giving herself space to listen to my guidance. And for accepting it.

Let me tell you what happens when Carla is at the salon, getting her hair washed, when she is with Ed. Ed's family, deceased grandmother and mom, come to speak to her to give messages to him. Only this time, it was a first. The grandmother had a message for Carla. She thanked her for being Ed's friend, she said it makes her glad, and she said it is good that they are 'growing old together'--it's happening even now. She is glad Carla is a good friend for Eddie. 

And for Eddie? She said, 'I was talking to you the other day. Were you listening?'. So Eddie has an assignment. Carla taught him about the five clairs. And he's to keep a short notebook to write down any impressions he has of his grandmother when he's relaxed and open to hear her. Like doing a jigsaw puzzle or sudoku, or meditating or exercising gently. The grandmother wants to talk to him directly, not through Carla. 

Eddie's response?  he had a lot going on in his head, and he totally gets the message.

The message between Carla and I is more clear. Today, she told me how she never wanted to say goodbye to me, and she hopes she will never have to say goodbye to me again, in any form that she takes. It brought tears to her eyes, the longing. At once, she understands and accepts the need for her to be incarnate, for her service to others. But she wants me. She said, 'Ross? I need you. I need you so much!' and she was surprised that I am okay with it. She explained how on earth men don't much like to be needed by their woman. They prefer the independence. Carla wanted to feel my warmth and my strength close to her. I asked her why, why is there this need?

She said something that startled me. She said, 'you are good, something perfectly made, and it was so hard for me to see them destroy something as wonderful a sign of the Divine Creator as you.'

And I understood!

At last I understood her pain, and the anguish of all humans over the loss of loved ones, pets, their youth, their children who outgrow the nest, etc.

I explained to her that the rats she caught were perfect in the eyes of the other rats and their rat mothers. Why was it that they had to go?

Because they were getting into the house, they carry disease, and they poop all over everything, she answered.

Then, as a teaching point, I explained to her, that I and the work I was doing, was unwelcome like a rat to those powers that were (TWDNHOBIAH) back in the day, and their going after me was like their making my 'poop' (teaching love and forgiveness) go out of their 'house' (the earth which was under their supervision).  And that this type of 'killing' is going on again and again, whether it is called a certain 'body count', or 'genocide' (vaccines, etc etc)...

It helped her to put it in a context of why I had to go. I reassured her I am always, always with her, and I held her tight with my energy and my light body. Although she couldn't see, she could feel the comfort and the warmth and she could see my face. 

There is no death, not back Home in the Higher Realms.

I want to leave you with something to talk over our tea/coffee:  Khiem noticed in the kitchen that Carla is drinking powdered goat's milk she had bought at the store. Carla is always about saving money. And even if this was making her sick, she was going to drink it to get her money's worth.  He asked her, point blank, that if she believes she is able to manifest, and trusts it, why does she worry so much about going without and stocking her home so much and doing such behaviors like drinking the powdered milk?

This is the type of self-awareness Spirit can help to increase in those who listen, who are incarnate. Just like Eddie's grandmother wants to do with him. And just like Khiem who is newly arrived did with Carla. 

Be open. Be open to what is right. Your powers of discernment, together with your rising vibration, make you ripe for this type of learning.  And also with me.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Love

Funeral For A Friend

My friend and colleague passed today at 1505, in bed 285, of the ICU at the hospital where we both had worked. I'd known him and worked with him for ten years. One of his favorite sayings was 'your OCD is compatible with MY OCD'.

He didn't suffer fools. He liked to work with me.

Early on, his father passed of lung cancer. He was very sad over the loss. His father loved France. Here I was, half French, and my own father had passed recently too from pulmonary fibrosis.

I'm listening to Elton John as I write this. Here is the link


He was always in a hurry. I knew both his brother and his father had died of lung cancer. I just didn't know if he hurried because it was his personality or if he felt he had an expiration date.

He had a habit of saying 'Si!' to mean 'yes' in Spanish in answers to questions, which was comical because he was in fact, Vietnamese.

His story of leaving Vietnam was a flight was going from the military base where his dad worked. There was darkness, they were hiding in a office his dad had worked in. When the time came, he had to poop. He was just a kid. He didn't know where to poop. His dad said, 'poop here in the office and let's go!'

It was a family joke that the poop was his last gift to his country.

I feel like this right now.

The pressure was so much.

I knew from the diagnosis two years ago that it would end like this. I saw it. The gift of being psychic doesn't feel like much when you understand people you love are going to pass away in front of you.

I wanted to be open and share with him. He didn't want to talk.

I had the visions.

I gathered my courage and told him I could hear him once he's on the other side.

The Buddha gave him messages, and I shared them with him.

He didn't want to do the work.  It was frustrating to see him fight it to the death, and lose. He did many treatments that ruined both his looks and his health. He would go to work with big patches and blotches on his skin. When the mets came to the brain, he wanted radiation. When they kept coming at him, he wanted the cyber knife. By then they were in the liver.

And the breathing! It just got worse and worse.

My colleague the chief of surgery is the one he chose to take care of him after the ICU fiasco at a neighboring hospital. We are friends. Together we weathered the storms of his denial, and the demand for essentially, concierge service with her being available by text 24/7 and making visits to the home.

She charted everything.

She never charged a cent for any of the work she did.

When his pain got severe, he asked for me to help him. I'm not a pain specialist. But I figured out continuous fentanyl patches would help.

On Thursday he asked me for more pain medicine. There was crampy pain in his abdomen. My intuition flashed, I understood at once it was the beginning of the end. Something was going ischemic inside of him, the dying process was soon to begin. I told him I would make some chess moves on the pain meds, but perhaps since it was the abdomen perhaps his primary care the chief of surgery would best address it?

Throughout, she was careful to fix anything that could be fixed, and to stay resolute and calm.

There was a night where he needed high flow oxygen. They ran out of every tank they had at the home.

He still didn't understand he was dying. He and his wife thought maybe he had developed tolerance for it, and should wean down.

My friend told him his CT scans were worse, the disease had progressed, and it looked horrible. She was in pain to tell them that. But she wanted to be honest and give them respect.

He still didn't believe it. Nor the wife. They weren't so sure.

But the feeling of being like a fish out of water on room air, was starting to happen with the high flow. oxygen too. He was admitted. He and his wife were hoping for a clinical trial, a hail-Mary pass, which was to begin in a few weeks. If you needed more than five liters per minute of oxygen you were not eligible for the test. So the wife tried to dial the oxygen down.

He went into ventricular tachycardia.

She stopped touching his oxygen.

I spent an hour on Sunday with him. I realized he loved his brother in law, and had seen him every day, except for the last three weeks when the brother in law was on vacation. The brother in law moved his feet for him and said, 'he likes to run'.  He tickled the ears because there are the pressure points which connect to the body. And we talked. His brother in law would open the hands and place them on the pillow. The ailing doctor looked like a king. He was very clean. I explained the drips and what they were doing to the brother in law. I shared I knew him long time, and was also helping with the pain meds. I commented while we were touching the ears, one on each side, that he used to have such nice hair, and now it was gone.

The brother in law smiled, and showed me a tiny patch coming back after the radiation, at the crown of the head. It meant so much.

I gave the Transition Symbol quickly and subtly when I was touching the left foot helping him 'run'.  And I knew his spirit was listening. I told him many times, 'you look good!' because he was very private and very concerned with his appearance after the disease. I exclaimed how the skin was no longer blotchy and it looked healthy again.

He's already been talking to me from Spirit side, even before he left the body.

The first was 'this Spirit stuff is REAL!' and 'keep talking to people about it'.

The second was when I was going from my car to the hotel while I was on call. He was astonished, and said, 'I had NO IDEA'.  His awareness is going up.

I saw him, he looked good, in his Navy uniform, and he gave me a salute , yesterday. I knew he had decided to go when he made that gesture.

I was getting my hair worked on while he passed. I didn't know he was passing. I did see Ross smiling at me, very big, very intently, and he called me, 'my bride'. He even got down on one knee to ask me to marry him. I said yes, I always say yes and I always love it when he asks.

It wasn't until a little later I hadn't heard from my friend his doctor, that I texted her a photo that said, 'Positivity is a Super Power!' and encouraged her.

She told me the time of death. And when I asked, the particulars. It was quick and painless, the family was there, and also a Buddhist priest.

I commended my friend for being the one he asked her to be, she was strong, polite, kind, and professional in every way, even to the end. She saw he was deteriorating clinically, told the wife 'it's time', and they withdrew support (breathing tube and blood pressure raising medicine). It was over in fifteen minutes.

He chose well.

Earlier this evening, he told me he can see everything from where he is. All of time. It's spread out before him. And he was smiling big. He tells me the future is good, my future is good, and so is Anthony's.

Ross

I'd like to have a word with my Carla.

There is no death.

Only Life.

That is the message I want everyone to receive.

And also, something like this.

Carla give them the vision from the earliest blog post--https://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2019/06/a-conversation.html.  I highly encourage you to read this.

There is no 'time'. Everything IS and at the perfect time and place and conditions for learning. That is why Carla was able to sneak ahead with her view.




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Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,

Ross and Carla

RIP  Khiem 12//14/1964 - 10/22/2019

Complete and Utter Trust In The Divine

My walk is with Spirit, hand in hand, step by step, knowing deep in my bones that everything is going to be all right, no matter how it may seem.

At work, I was on call Sunday. Case after case came in, some so fast even the nurse house supervisor didn't notify me about them. I grew tired and weary, but I kept working and giving my best to my patients. I didn't complain. Every case we did, needed to be done, they were all true emergencies.

I did get to eat. And I did get to visit my friend who is dying. I spent one hour at the bedside.

It meant a lot.

Then two cases cancelled.

I was invited to dinner late at night, Japanese, with my friend the surgeon. He likes their grilled corn yakitori so much that at this restaurant he frequents, he is lovingly called, 'Dr. Corn'.

Ross told me what to do to go after the rats who are living in a pile of my stuff in the garage. I saw the tail the other day. The day before, was an energy bar wrapper all torn up. The next day I saw two chunks of the energy bar. Then I put a trap but they licked off the peanut butter/honey.  I did exactly what Ross said to do, and I caught five in one day, four babies and one mama. I also see clearly the little round hole in the bottom of the garage door where they go in. I know what to do.

I trust.

Thank you for the Reiki sent to my dying friend. It's helping everyone involved accept the tragic loss and the finality.

I've seen the chakras turning grey. They disappear when Spirit transitions. And his higher self came to me. He apologized and said that 'all this stuff is real' and to 'keep talking about it'.  He also looked healthier in Spirit the last time, and gave me a salute, as if he's ready to go to what's next. He was a military trained doctor. It's incredibly sad. But it feels 'right' and like it's time.

Lots of stress decreased, not sure how or why. When the planets align it helps.

I spoke while I was on call about the surgeons who won't work with people. The one list is very short, and it appears that two more on that list are leaving the state. Apparently the one has the highest rate of problems like infection and hematoma. But that makes sense, come to think of it. The surgeon is specialized in vascular brain surgery. Had the training like everyone on the rest, the spine etc.

I also learned that the latest one to trim me off their 'list' makes the nurse who works with him so anxious and upset. She has to come at five thirty in the morning to prepare and is in 'run! run! run!' mode all day. He won't even let her talk to any other nurse, even ones in her specialty (neurosurgery) because 'it distracts him'.  I read an article about the four types of children's temperament. His is clearly choleric--skims the studies, angers easily, very social. So I understand why it's not a good fit. I'm quiet and cross my t's and dot my i's very carefully. I do not gamble with anything ever.

But the most telling thing was that none of our spinal surgeons have decided to have surgery to fix their slipped discs, and every one has them. One even has a placard because of disability due to the chronic back pain.

I think this is a little bit why this Gaia Portal came out. At least out here the air is clearing.

I have today off. I was supposed to have yesterday off, but a friend was up all night, and I covered for him. I had two cases.

There is a lot of consoling to do once I wake Anthony up. He has computer problems. We went to the store for a tech to look at it. He said to do backup. He accidentally erased his project he's been working on for ten hours. I will wake him soon. Please send Reiki to him for his studies.  It's not easy to be in school. Please send it to all students, everywhere. Times are hard for the children.

Thank you so very much.

Ross is near, and he's involved in something I can't see clearly, very involved, lots of meetings and discussions as far as I can tell, something very official. He always holds his own in these things, and doesn't seem to mind them. For me, frankly, I would run as fast as I could in the opposite direction if it was me at all those discussions. To each his own for his own strengths I suppose.




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Peace,

Ross and Carla
The Couple

Soothing

Yesterday was a hard day. I've had a surgeon yell at me now the last two times I was working with him. He yelled at me bad. Then I knew it, there's a pattern--they go to my boss and tell him they don't want to work with me any more. It was the surgeon's fault, the same surgeon with the neuromonitoring tech. My boss didn't stick up for me. The surgeon said it took me forty five minutes to get an a-line. I didn't. I clocked it and the record showed less than ten minutes after induction I got it in.

It's the perception.

My boss is saying things like, I don't know, it's just not very loving or kind. He said there's another surgeon who doesn't want to work with me, a female. How there's lots of anesthesiologists, and if he was a surgeon, he would want to work with someone who knows his routine, and comes before the surgeon to prepare. And again, by not being able to work with that latest person--the list has been growing. He says I might be too cautious and too safe. But he has to tell other people things too. (I know one who is unsafe, leaves the patient when they are unstable, and it was reported to him.) I told the boss that the surgeon was out of line. And that I'm actually getting better in so many ways, even now getting good at blocks.

On the way home I was sad.

Ross said to me, 'let them go their own way'.

Yes I'm late to work sometimes. Especially recently. First off, in August Anthony started a whole new school. He likes me to drop him off. We are getting used to a whole new routine. And second, there is freeway construction near home. So, they lanes were repainted to move traffic into a new path to accommodate for the construction zone. The only problem is the old lines still show up too, so you can't tell what lane is where. Especially in early morning when the sun is just coming up. There have been three accidents in one week. I've been delayed ten minutes to work one day, another two I've had to take alternate routes, with are less direct and take more time. My surgeon who lives across the freeway from me, not the one in the first paragraph, this one is truly nice--he was delayed ONE HOUR for his first case due to being stuck in yesterday's traffic. It was an eight car pile-up, and I saw a photo of a Porche underneath a teepee pile of cars, both nose up and tail up/nose down.

My friend Michelle is leaving the O.R. entirely because the patients are getting bigger and sicker all the time. Her body is wore out from it, and she doesn't want to take call. Life is short.

As I listened to Ross, I realized that my first job is to raise our boy right. He needs me. He's getting some not so good grades. He's having to rewrite his first paper but the teacher is kind and going to help him step by step. I took him to the frozen yogurt after school (mini size, no toppings) and the hardware store. He bought three strings of purple and orange lights, and a twelve foot dragon whose wings flap and his chest has fire and ice light, and flames come out of its mouth. He was thrilled. Last night was baseball practice, I was there for that. And I'd cooked a whole chicken for chicken soup in the crock pot all day. We came home to that, it was delicious.

What I envision for us is growing our own food to decrease expenses (yesterday's breakfast bagels had our own tomatoes, and also, a side of our own honeydew melon) and improve health. We are currently seeing a naturopath. We are looking for our own needs and health.

As I was falling asleep last night, Ross asked me if I wanted to hear something really nice. I said of course. And he said over and over, 'I will take good care of you'.  I heard it. I felt it. And I resonated with it.

What was funny was that when my alarm went off early like it does (I work this weekend), I was having the most incredible, amazing dream!

Ross was back.

There were all of us together again, his group from before, and also, archangels. But we wore different costumes and disguises. We had a big auditorium. We sat in one row at a table up there facing the audience. I was always next to Ross and on his left, my seat a little closer to him than all the seats were spaced. I remembered looking at his hair, and beard, both were a little lighter and shorter than the photos. But he was HIM and he was real. Our disguises were to help people realize it's really him and all of us. He would answer questions from the audience. And then he started to do miracles. One man was so unhappy he took a large pickaxe shovel and cut off his left leg with a clean cut at the thigh and it didn't bleed. That was the first miracle I saw Ross decide to do. It took some time but he reattached it perfectly. But the man was angry and called it a trick and everything 'fake'. So our group kept going from one town to the next, with pretty much the same thing. As I was waking up, Ross was reattaching a long lost amputated hand. But people didn't 'get it'. They didn't believe. They didn't want to believe. They were cynical, angry, upset. Defensive. We worked hard as a group. They were so close to starting to believe when I woke up. I was even floating/flying to prove to people something was up. Everything was very vivid. It felt real. And I trust.

First thing this morning, I woke up, and saw this headline https://steemit.com/informationwar/@gomeravibz/2100-caged-children-liberated-and-saved-by-u-s-marines-and-navy-seals-from-deepstate-owned-underground-bases-in-california.  This is China Lake. And this is why there were a couple earthquakes I bet. My surgeon said there was one at midnight the night before last. He felt it. Just a jolt.

Here is a video that brought tears to my eyes:

I adore the analogy of lightning just talking and thunder kicking butt.

I've had a sense of timelines for everything, and this is right on track with my intuition.




Ross says, 'Carla is home' and the word 'home' has the most wonderful glorious sound to it.

I also wanted to share something special about Ross. Khiem isn't doing well. Not at all. Please send the Transition symbol and Reiki to his guardian angel. I could have gone to see him the days leading up to where he's at now, but Ross said, 'let me take care of it' and encouraged me to go to our son. Ross was right. Khiem had been asked if he wanted to see me, he said no. I've given the gifts, he liked them, but never brought up contact or visiting. He has been so immersed with his health, I understand. I realized if I went I would go to prove I'm a friend, and friends don't have to prove to friends that they are friends. They just are friends. On the other side, after the Transition, he will know everything anyway. I trust so much in Ross. I really do. He helps and he keeps an eye to the big picture for our family. I can always count on him.

It's morning, time to get breakfast ready and wake Anthony up. He has a big test today, a national one. It's just for practice but we have to get him there early and me to work. I'm backup call today.




Ross smiles, and he looks so very handsome. I could look at that face all day.




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Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,

Ross and Carla
The Twins