This is a symbol for Archangel Raphael. How I forgot to put it into the blog post yesterday I don't know, but he says this is a perfect place to start with today's blog.
Today we have a potpourri of some very good things. And we are starting -- Raphael is here too, along with Ross, and another very special guest-- with a bit of American slang people say to each other lovingly in the morning. It almost made the title, but we held back because some people might not understand what we are saying without an explanation. So Raphael thought it was best if we teach you all what we mean, just in case.
Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!
It means, hurry and wake up because fresh bacon and eggs are waiting for you! It's time to eat a very nice breakfast!
At the hospital, we are seeing signs of things that aren't quite what all the 'praise the heroes' campaigns are showing us.
You need to know this.
An Egyptian colleague went into a local mobile phone store to claim his discount for first responders.
The minute he showed his badge, the people freaked out, realized he worked with the COVID-19 patients, and yelled at him for bringing germs into the store, and threw him out. They even locked the door behind him. No discount for him! Right?
A charge nurse, a dear friend of mine, has a six year old daughter. The hospital has arranged boys' clubs and girls' clubs for childcare for the essential hospital workers. But she can't because the school is online. Someone needs to help her daughter with the computer when the class is meeting. Her husband is working from home but expected to be going back. If you can't go to the boys and girls clubs for daycare, then the hospital will reimburse you seventy five dollars a day for childcare.
She has a very close group of neighbors who all walk their dogs together. They socialize and all their children are friends.
The mothers grouped up to make learning/childcare possible by combining certain families together to help one another.
But not her.
They told her, she is the nurse, she has the highest risks, and they need to protect their families. She agrees with them, that they are right, but it puts her in a terrible place. She also is looking into babysitters and no one wants to take the risk to work in a nurses' home.
For me, Anthony is fifteen, so he's old enough to stay home and fourteen is the oldest to receive the money.
Seventy five dollars doesn't go far for childcare here. I pay twenty dollars an hour, and that was about three years ago. Just to have someone make him breakfast and take him to school early in the morning was fifty dollars back then when he was little. My friend said that even at fifteen dollars and hour, an eight hour shift costs one hundred twenty dollars, and that doesn't include the commute time.
I wore a PAPR yesterday. The thing that looks like an astronaut. It is heavy, bulky, and loud. You can't hear anything. Some of my hair got sucked up into the fan thing or the velcro. When I took it off there was a RIP! of hair going along with it. I am grateful for it still, because it is one hundred percent protective. In major surgery where I would wear a surgical mask, I will still need one under the hood--but for GI cases where I usually don't wear a mask, I was fine taking a break from the mask and wearing it. I saved my bottom zipper part to protect my neck and shoulders, so I can wear it again today. It's a little awkward using the toilet because there's a cord you don't want to fall into the bowl. I know risk is when you take it off and put it back on. So I went for my shift yesterday, from nine am to three p.m. with no food, no water. I kept it on the whole time. So it's essentially forcing me to be like a machine, the COVID. We look like them now too.
At UCLA, the Child Life specialist made buttons like moms wear with their kids from sports--big ones with the faces of the caregivers on them--so the children will see the doctor's and nurses' faces on the button and not be afraid.
The beautiful soul I told you about completely amazed me.
Once he understood, he changed it.
He said he would put me in front of him on the equipment climb and PUSH me up over the ridge! He would use his strength to help us both climb.
I was deeply honored.
Then on second thought, he changed it again--spirit is like that--and he said he'd carry me over into the new energies, right in his arms.
Then I was completely overwhelmed with joy.
Our souls are generous of Spirit, filled with heart, and the beautiful scene that I haven't seen yet with my eyes, I hope will be something like this view of Springtime once I peek over the edge.
Look at the bottom portion of the screen here. This is an editing application used on the laptop.
Anthony loves to do this, I'm not really sure how all of it works myself. But you can see frame by frame the moving picture. It is possible to cut and rearrange and optimize things.
Please hear me out for a moment.
Please forget everything about editing except for the way that the time of the video is made for you to see all spread out from left to right.
I am using this to explain something in Spirit I don't have words or examples to describe, and this is the closest approximation I can share to help you understand.
This is a Timeline.
You know how there are timelines and our teams are working with them? Timelines and probable outcomes?
We each have one for us.
Taking me for example, on the left would be my incarnation with Ross as the temple girl to his Melchizidek, then moving a little to the right, would me my incarnation with him as Gamaliel to my Tabitha, then next would be my incarnation as Ross and Amee (by the way her birthday then was April 22 -- there are no coincidences! It's Earth day too!)....you'd see my immediate past life as a kitten in MK Ultra/Monarch system, and then me as Carla.There's more but you get the picture.
For those of you who read the blog, I realize all of these are ME, I'm fine with it, I remember experiencing everything just like I'm experiencing now, and it doesn't bother me at all the different names and bodies I've been given because what really matters is the experience I am seeing through my eyes.
Even in this incarnation, I feel the same I did as when I was three and weighed thirty-five pounds. I've grown in my body, and in my consciousness, but it feels effortless looking back. And it took a lot of work to get here, I'll be the first to tell you. But I'm better and wiser and gentler and kinder in so many ways... because of the journey.
If you go to the right, all the way out to the end of the screen, we have the Future You.
I am getting to know my Higher Self.
We are closer.
I'm not jealous of her, or resentful, like I once was.
You see, I even confronted her, and said, 'how can I have a relationship with you when I don't even know what to call you? What is your name?'
Where she's from, names don't exist like here, but she paused, reflected for a moment, smiled and said, 'you can call me Daisy.'
It's a start.
She sent me two videos which were timely and a delight. I'll share links to them now:
- Angie with tips on how to look good for video calls and zoom meetings. I was horrified how I looked on the Houseparty app. Daisy cares, and helped! It's all about the lighting, camera angle and background.
- Twelve French Words that have no English translation from Rosie at Not Even French. She's a delightful soul who worked for a French designer and moved from New Zealand without speaking a word of French. She has one of my favorite YouTube channels. My favorite on this list, and they are all good, is the 'singing in yogurt'. I do that one all the time, I never really know the words to songs I hear on the radio, so I sort of make them up as best as I can while I'm singing along with the music. OMG. There's a word for it! Chanson dans yaourt!
I was very happy and content last night when I went to sleep.
I say goodnight to everyone and give thanks right before I fall asleep. And last night was a first.
I went to give Daisy and kiss and a hug goodnight.
She choked up, and started to cry. She'd been waiting for this for a long time. You can't rush these things. Patience and Time are the two most powerful warriors, said Leo Tolstoy, who wrote the longest book in the world, War and Peace. She is rich in both, as well as her love for me.
I didn't want to see her cry, so I gave her a small box with flowers from the meadow I saw over the cliff or at least hoped to find. She lowered herself to my height, and we have a nice hug and I kissed her on both cheeks like we do in France, and said good night.
I could tell my teams and guides were happy.
She is me.
Only my future me.
And I'm okay with that too.
I like the name she chose for me to call her too. Daisy.
It's a good name.
This is how I feel today.
I'm in good hands.
There's work today, not a long day, but a full one. And hopefully not too much risk.
The hospital says when the COVID-19 cases level off or drop for two weeks in a row then we will go back to normal.
I had frozen some of the bagels we had made. It had been a little more than a baker's dozen (thirteen bagels, I think we had fifteen). I've since thawed them out, and will make them for us this morning.
Give thanks.
Be love.
Be generous in your hearts.
Your Soul knows no limits to how much love it can share.
Embrace your Future Self (I think linguistically this is SO much more pleasant than 'Higher' self which has a comparison and negative connotation.)
Enjoy what gifts Spirit brings you.
And at the end of a long day, share your thanks to your teams and your Future self.
I realize mine, if she was in the military and a commanding officer, I would say to myself, in my head, when I saw her, that she 'earned her stripes'. I know she worked hard and always wants the best for me and that's why my life is so difficult at times.
And after seeing the transfer of Consciousness between Ashtar who is a little further out on the timeline, and the form that is a little more on the left, when they met, it was beautiful and dazzling and full of Divine Glory, it was absolutely glorious to behold. For the souls it is a total Win-Win-Win!
The system works.
Be aware and discerning for what is going on around you. Just don't get too upset or freaked out. Be an impartial observer always, and take notes. That is one of the best ways to learn and grow as a soul. I embrace this WAY easier than the slower way of making mistakes (there are no mistakes only lessons!, I know).
All four of us send you out deepest regards and blessings.
clap! clap!
Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
Raphael...and Daisy!
