Ross is way taller than me. He loves me very much. And I tell him everything, absolutely everything, even though I know he knows before I tell him, since he's my Twin soul.
I have had for about the last week, week and a half, a feeling of 'no puedo', not being able to move forward to the 'finish line' perhaps is the best way of saying it.
Last week, Ross said, 'Let's dance' and he was waltzing me towards the future. His point was, 'lets enjoy this and have fun with it'.
But I couldn't. I just couldn't even go forward with that, not from my heart. So, without skipping a beat, Ross picked me up, just like this, and my feet are swinging very high off the ground, and safely in his arms we are moving together towards the future, the good things, the much awaited things, at the end.
Gaia is reborn.
It's a very vulnerable state. It takes a lot of energy to be born, just as it takes a lot of energy to give birth.
And the energies are different. Claircognizance is hitting pretty strong now, Galactic Strength claircognizance.
What helps?
The love of her Galactic brothers and sisters...all of whom are older and wiser than she is.
And the love of her Divine Mother and Divine Father. This makes her feel safe and loved in ways that other people can't. It is absolute comfort and tenderness and hope.
In meditation, I spoke with my guides, and said, 'the dog ate my homework!' and felt the horror of what had happened on earth since time began, all the killing, all the conniving, all the cheating, all the evil (for lack of a better word), all the corruption, all the harm to the environment...everything.
Once my guides figured out I was experiencing existential grief, the realization of all that had transpired, a whole other team, a specialist team who had been trained to help in this eventual part of the awakening, came forward with excitement.
I was like, 'who the F-ck are you?!' and overwhelmed by their enthusiasm.
Immediately my Council replaced them. But this time, they weren't in uniform, they were in casual clothes.
I asked them with astonishment, 'how do you folks keep it together when you KNOW all of the shit that is going on down here and you witness it?' This is when each of them spoke with me in private, and shared their hobbies. I wish I could remember what their hobbies were, but each has one. Just like Ross has his woodworking. And they emphasized to me the importance of self-care just for this reason.
This is the design blueprint of Earth. It's a place for young souls to flourish and grow and work together on a young planet. It is a place of honesty, great beauty, love, and delight. It's like the toddler playground compared to the big kids one. It's safe and no one can get hurt.
That's why the ASSC and their sponsors and whatever however they got here, it was a trick, and they lied and took over and changed everything. So when 'the dog ate my homework' complaint comes up, it's like the homework was ripped into a bunch of tiny pieces and it's overwhelming how to put it back together again.
Raphael came and showed me a way to create something new, and to just move on.
But I couldn't.
I was like, but they ATE my HOMEWORK! and was looking in horror at all of the tiny pieces, feeling violated and overpowered.
This is when he patiently looked through the pieces, and helped me to find ones that match, and helped me to scotch tape it together. He said I can have both, the old one repaired, and once I am okay that there has been help, he will help me to create the new. The colors of his new he showed me, like a paintbrush thing, are very beautiful and colors I've never seen. It's just the feeling of not wanting to let the ASSC get the upper hand, and force a chess move forward, that is keeping the focus on the pieces of the homework paper.
This is way past taking the Red Pill.
On my last call, my courageous heart of a lion, my cardiac anesthesiologist, my training, was in full confidence and doing what I have been meant to do. And I could see, in the stress and the struggle, that the surgeon was respecting me for my skills which nobody else in the room could do at that critical time. She's a cusser. I was cussing (the blood bank would drive anyone to distraction). And I made things happen so the life-saving blood products would arrive. I was calling out the ischemia, and emphasizing to the team how we needed to work together to save this patient. And we did!
On my last meeting, with my department, it came up that I do TAP blocks and some other anesthesiologists don't. Anesthesia is changing. And the peripheral blocks (inter scalene and adductor canal) ones I'm not the strongest at. The inter scalene I learned with a twitch monitor beforehand the ultrasound slows me down. The adductor one is new. But surgeons and patients are raving about my TAP ones. So now I'm a little more valuable to the team.
These are good things. They point towards steady work, steady access to the system, and influence on the teams from within.
It's not all doom and gloom.
With the Suprb Owl,..Khiem told me he 'pulled some strings'. His team won.
The half time? Ick. Just plain ick in so many ways. Those crotch shots aren't accidents. They are part of may sonic ritual. I've seen Rihanna in some chair doing a weird dance, with old men sitting to either side behind her, and she did the crotch thing.
I was horrified at how the audience was cheering and totally into the performance, how the dancers were writhing and looking like they were slaves...and Anthony said, 'they don't know what they are doing, mom.' He sounded just like Ross! That's Ross' line, to forgive them because they know not what they do. It helped me to accept what I was seeing and to put it into perspective. I'm fortunate to have two wise males close to me, with my best interest at heart.
I can't wait until the Babylonian Egyptian Atlantean whatever phallic worshippers and blood drinkers get the boot...get the heck out of Dodge (off the planet)...and Gaia and her people will be free to resume and embellish the original blueprints and plan for this realm.
clap! clap!
Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
Ross says Carla has to pack the lunches and get the both of them off to school and to work. Thank you for your understanding he will say his part soon. And yes, Carla had her bath, her long soak in her faux tub (plastic foldable one from China that she got on Amazon) and it's helping her energy system to feel a whole lot better.
