Ross would like to share with you a video. He played the song for me on the way to work yesterday, and I was most happy to hear it. It reminded me of carefree times in my medical school training...
Ross wants to show you that here's the white on the Schumann (link removed). He said that considering there is a major outbreak across the globe, this is a very good sign.
He asks me for a moment to discuss why I think it's real and not 'fear porn'. First of all, the footage is from many different cameras and viewpoints, in Wuhan. And elsewhere in China where people are on quarantine in their homes. Second, we know that the people who are making these films are being 'suppressed'--they have disappeared, and they aren't making them any more. So it's that combination of videos and the free speech being suppressed that's giving me a good idea the information is real. Last, the videos being released now, showing how things are 'so much better', seem propaganda-ish. The old man feeding his sick wife, the health care workers in isolation gowns encouraging patients to dance...I'm sure those are real too. But the proportion of good to bad is a little skewed. That's what I think.
I also am sure we are guided and protected, there is a reason for this, there is a reason for everything, and it's for the highest good. It's SAD, really really sad and such a total waste to see so much suffering...I'm just saying there will be a cloud with a silver lining at some point...at the bare minimum, exposing the mechanisms of the dark ones is a plus.
My friend in China said she had a long talk with one of her friends. They see how the outbreak of the coronavirus has shown them who is kind, who is selfish, who is just plain stupid, and who is greedy. It's clear to them now, from their vantage point being stuck in their houses for twenty-five days.
I've seen a change in myself. In my spiritual life. You know, in the thing I do for free for my patients, to seek out entities and remove them?
At the beginning, I was in training from the Guides of Compassionate Healing. I would tentatively go in. Sometimes I would sweet talk or outsmart the major and minor Dark Entities to get them to interact with the Guides and go out. Sometimes I would fight them and my spiritual arm would be all wounded and need repair/healing.
Not any more.
If any of you have ever been chased by a goose, you will know just how stubborn and persistent I am now. There is no politeness, no inch of wiggle room, when I make my presence known. I have spiritual confidence. I KNOW the rules now. They have to obey, there's no question about it. And I tell them with my body language and my telepathy to GET OUT. It's time to GO! With those ones I take them, and then every dark presence ever connected to them in that bandwidth, from all time, out of humanity. They just look like they have a trail of timelines and web of connections following after them. Then they go to the Guides of Compassionate Healing and Divine Mother's care at once with no dawdling or delay.
Yesterday I worked with the energies of addiction, as well as the energies of pedophilia/molest/incest. The beings who promote it in incarnate humans are no longer welcome here, and have been given the boot. They have to leave.
One of the lessons I learned from my friend Stacie Johnson, is to 'step on your bad fairies'. You just squish them under your feet, they look like bugs, not like fairies. While one patient was asleep, I was working with her soul, telling her how it's done, showing her, and encouraging her as she learned to do it. Bad fairies are what make you doubt, fail, fear, and get anxiety. We aren't meant to be controlled by our bad fairies and bad memories from the past. So watch them jump off you to the ground, and squish them really good with your feet!
The first drawing is there for a reason, the one at the top of the blog post.
The colors I see, are not of this world. And yesterday, I was working with Spirit, not even on my own pace--when I work with Spirit my higher self is a little more, and it's very very fast. There's no time for any sneaky anything to trick or get away.
Inside the head, I saw an explosion of diamond-like brilliance, that was blinding. Absolutely powerful and blinding, and when it passed, I saw a little sac, very tiny, just slip off. It was grey.
Instantly I knew it was the calcification of the pineal gland, the shackles of the mind and soul itself--and it just fell away like an old banana skin and I knew the patient who was going to need a lot of recovery was actually going to have all of the birthright that had been given to them--the intuition and connection to Spirit birthright--back as Creator intended.
I have been given a symbol so that others can do this. It can only happen when you are in someone's aura, and in close proximity. It can't be done remotely. I'm not sure how to share this symbol without risking it being intercepted by the other team. Ross will help me to find a way. So stay tuned.
I need to wake Anthony up in four minutes. I'd just like to share with you our health is good. My garden gives me much joy. The mulch/compost is really improving the quality of the soil in the back yard. I am looking forward to some time working and planting things today. I have a day off. It's not so great for the money--there's no pay unless I'm actually giving anesthesia--so gaps between cases and time off I'll notice at the end of the month. But I'm good. I trust. And I get things done around the house.
Case in point. Yesterday was the first time I've played the piano in our new home. It's almost been a year. But when things are going well enough that I'm not overwhelmed, I played. Anthony enjoyed it. He said it sounded pretty. And I liked it too, deep in my heart. I played As Time Goes By, The Entertainer, and New York New York.
Ross says that Carla's nickname in high school with her boyfriend was 'duck'. He said there was an angle that you looked at her from the side and behind, and her face looked like a duck. It wasn't fun for her, it didn't feel loving, and at times if she was trying to communicate with him about something he didn't like to listen to, he would say she was 'just quacking'.
Then he changed the nickname to Truck, because it rhymed with 'duck' and 'Car' was in her name.
At the time, Carla didn't have the sense of herself that she has today. Those words were painful to her, and she wanted most of all to be dearly loved by him.
An incredible growth was when a priest at Newman Hall in Berkeley gave a meditation course, and said, 'our God is a God who made ducks' because they are quite silly animals, who move funny and fly and swim. And then it warmed her heart that all was well.
So she's been proud of the nickname ever since.
Remember who you are, and your inherent self-worth.
Don't let the dark ones push you around. Tell them to F-ck off and get out and go away. Our teams will back you up on it.
I promise.
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Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
The Twins
