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
