This is a vision I had from a meditation where I went to Zadkiel's Temple.
Before me was a vast space, a circular one, lined with seats all up and down the sides of it. The angle was sharp, you had to climb up a lot. If' you've ever been to the Forum where the Lakers used to play long time ago, it's kind of like that, only there's no basketball court or floor, only open space and the stars.
Ross saved me a seat. Ours was like a bench, an upholstered bench for two people, and I sat on his left.
All of a sudden, out of the space below, swirled up thousands and thousands of white butterflies, so many that they looked like confetti.
I'm not sure what happened after the butterflies, or if there was music, there was just this...ENERGY that was of excitement and festivity and completion.
This circular space was vast, very vast, and next I knew, I saw something coming down from heaven.
It looked like one of these things:
You know where you sit and get a panoramic view and it goes up the sky tower thing, and it rotates?
Well it was like they were coming down to look at us! I saw windows, floor to ceiling, and people, who were from Heaven. They were excited, very excited to see us. Their hands were pressing on the glass and tapping the glass and smiling and waving at all of us.
The thing they were in was massive, very huge, and I sensed modern technology I didn't know had built it. It was coming down with all the safety and precision of one of these rides.
I couldn't hear the people.
But it was a super important event, and Ross was very proud and pleased and excited for all of us to see it.
Our side, was quiet, probably overwhelmed a little, and taking it all in.
There is so much more to this photo than meets the eye. Only someone who has worked in the field of medicine would understand.
Did you know it is common knowledge that older nurses are cruel and abusive to the new ones in training?
The young nurses in the O.R. were talking about it the other day. 'They eat their young!' one chimed in. She said that she cried every day through her clinical training--on the wards in the hospital. Others cried often too.
I added that as a woman physician (intern and resident), I was treated differently by the nurses than the male physicians--because I wasn't 'marriageable material' to them. The nurses--some, not all, but much more than I'd ever seen in medical school in San Diego--have a honey-sweet voice and do extra work with a smile for the males. And for the women like me? You can do it yourself they would say. No honey. Just harsh.
I cried most of my way through medical school and residency too.
A hospital is the most complex organization on the planet. There are 'fiefdoms' or 'turf' with politics, and all the various branches and specialties must interact with one another to deliver care. The laboratory, x-ray, food service, housekeeping/environmental services, people who are in charge of all the medical equipment, information services...
Through grace and luck, those of us survive our training, and come to work on the front lines throughout our careers.
Covid makes it harder.
Just putting on all the stuff, wearing it--it gets hot and uncomfortable. When you wear glasses it's really hard to see through it. My shield kept fogging up yesterday during a procedure and I could lift my head just the right way to see through the bottom where it wasn't fogged up.
I'm glad I had it on because I've never been coughed on so much by patients as I was yesterday.
It was a difficult, hard day.
Let's talk about the Other Team.
They have things like Humiliation Rituals.
They are able to work on the astral planes with magic, and to make suffering happen.
Some days, you are going to find you can't win for losing. You are misunderstood, humiliated, subject to confusion and delay...you are given the run-around...
This 'extra layer' of Spirit is a fact. It's present everywhere, not just in the hospital.
I know I get away with the Spiritual Work I do during anesthesia, going in and cleaning out all of the lower vibrational entities on a daily basis, healing timelines, working with Ross and our teams, being where I am needed to be--which I don't talk about at work....and also, being a loving, gentle, kind, understanding presence to patients, colleagues, and workers alike.
Some days there's going to be some push back. Like yesterday, which I got. My 'nine thirty' case was actually scheduled for 'nine'--it was a mistake, not mine, but I took the heat for it and lost a case.
It got worse from there. So much struggle.
Inside, deep inside, I found my strength.
I knew what I was experiencing had nothing to do with ME, it couldn't take ME away, it couldn't harm ME, yes it was annoying and a hassle that felt like it would never end, but I knew it WOULD end. So I was resolute.
This IS Spiritual battle. It's on the screens across the globe--even on the social media.
We needs Jesus and angels now more than ever.
Keep to your Life Purpose no matter what.
Wherever you find yourself, sometimes a lot of push back and resistance is going to pop up unexpectedly.
Remember who you are, a child of Divine Creator, and nothing can stop you from your Life Purpose.
Nothing.
When you get home, you might be cranky. I was. It took a while to share how horrible my day had been, to let my guard down, and to engage in activities to help me feel 'normal' again after the conflicts outside the range of normal workday I experienced in my work.
I was so empty, and wore out. I really was.
But last night, I made reservations for patio dining, put on an actual dress, dress shoes, and purse, and went to dinner with Anthony. We had Caesar salad, mac n cheese, and bruschetta to share, and then I had the fish and chips. With a Guinness. There was music playing, a guy on a keyboard. It was good to enjoy being alive, and to give thanks for a day ended, and for employment no matter how hard it gets. It helps me to support us.
Anthony and I caught up on how he's been the past few days visiting his father. There's always news. There's more support in the family structure for him now, and he's seen changes in his dad for the better. When Anthony used to get hurt as a little kid his father used to laugh at him. Now, when Sy the three-year old of the girlfriend falls and hits his head, Jared is actually nice. Anthony is surprised about it. He even confronted his dad with humor saying, 'hey, you used to laugh at me!' and his dad said, calmly, 'the boy really hit his head hard...'
He got a sunburn loading wood from the demolition of the kitchen to the dumpster for an hour.
Otherwise he was well.
Ross
What's my position on all of this stuff? Not the surgical position--by the way, sitting and Beach Chair are not shown in the diagram, but they exist...
Spirit is real.
We are aware of this.
Spirit is actually MORE real than the physical realm.
Is there a battle like Carla says?
I prefer to look at the end result, that the battle is already won, by Divine Creator, and everything else is just small baby steps to achieve that end result.
I did my part.
You do your part too.
Do not underestimate the importance of love and family to get you through.
I was there with Carla and Anthony last night at dinner. I helped to arrange it. I helped get it done.
Do not underestimate the importance of getting adequate sleep...of fresh air and sunshine...of happiness and joy taken in on a regular basis.
This will strengthen the soul, and also, the psychology for you.
You do not have to experience anything you do not want to experience, but just like with the nurses in training--it is part and parcel of the trade. In such situations, you must overcome the obstacles which are thrown in your path.
Sometimes, in endurance, this is when you show your strength.
They fixed it. The Blogger people. Now I can stay in my normal screen and change the paragraph alignments from left-justified, centered, or right-justified with a single click.
Thank you Blogger!
One less clunk in the clunkiness of their new platform.
Blogger has been good to me, it's been over ten years, and I was surprised at how many page views I've had. It's actually more than John Smallman. I was surprised at the reach of the blog.
What I have been told is that I tell it like it is, the good, the bad and the ugly. I don't sugar-coat anything. And yesterday's blog post really was important to help me align with the ASSC who haven't been sent to the Galactic Central Sun and are going to need intensive healing to recover from their misdeeds.
Why?
Because I felt their pain and anguish.
I think a lot of people have sub-optimal lives, something little more than a total nightmare, and are quietly wondering why they are incarnate, and what the point is in everything being here because their life is not good.
Mine isn't.
My work takes over my life in a big way. Perhaps my biggest dream is to have sleep, three meals a day that are not rushed, time with my family, and perhaps a little room for a hobby or two.
I can see why souls, over time, and over many incarnations, have de-evolved to live a life of 'Fuck You Creator' because they feel so separated from Home.
Do I like who they are and what they do? No. Absolutely not.
But can I see myself in them? Yes. Absolutely. I can understand wanting to kill, and not to care about the after effects on their soul because the lesson is so painful and in your face and just you want everything to STOP!
Everyone gets to that point sooner or later. And not that many kill. Either way, you are stuck with yourself and the consequences. Your problem didn't go away.
Yesterday I had one with PTSD from Wartime experiences. The patient was in a world of pain, physically, seeking help, but also, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.
Her son was checking me out, and it kind of creeped me out.
They were of the same nationality as Carrie my old babysitter. Now at least for the minimum, I understood why Carrie drank. The struggles were in 1956 with their nation. And it was less than ten years away when she watched me.
Asleep, I was able to look inside for the Reiki.
I work with amazing energies I don't tell anyone about. Things that look like the image in pink above.
And of course, there's always something hiding in there, attached or disguised, that needs to come out. Including total timelines.
Well this THING was in there, it was the first one, kind of like an abominable snowman or bigfoot in Spirit, way taller than me.
I never know what I'm going to do when I'm in a healing.
I offered it a cup of tea.
With a smile.
It threw the cup, spilling it and breaking the china--in a single motion with a large ARRRRRRGH noise.
I offered it another cup of tea.
With a smile.
It threw the cup, spilling it and smashing the china--again with the ARRGGGH louder and scarier.
I stood my ground.
I offered it another cup of tea. I smiled. And I thought the thought, this is going to go on for a long time, because I am not going to stop offering you tea, and I have many more teacups waiting.
It stopped. It relaxed.
I said, 'what are we going to do about the planet?'
At that moment, it was two people looking at a common problem. I confided to it that I was under the care of lots of people who were totally asleep at the helm and not bothering to wake up. I didn't like it. And I knew that he wasn't happy either. He was sick of the same old conflict day in and day out.
So I hugged him.
We had a good cry together.
I showed him I wasn't any better than him. I wasn't any worse. We were the same, really.
He let me heal him. And it was like a transformation in the movie Beauty and the Beast. There was a beautiful soul trapped in there, and the old skin fell off revealing the normal looking human inside.
I sensed his permission, and I sent him to those who can help.
There were many many more similar ones watching. They always send the weak one or the one they don't like first. They formed a line, and started coming one by one, for the treatment, and the hug. Entire timelines of them.
There was a group, the last ones, that had a white tone to them. Almost see-through. They were the liars. Nothing they ever said was true. For them, in one swift motion, I gathered up the lace carpet they were standing on, lifted them en masse with a crane, and sent them to the Guides of Compassionate Healing.
The timelines of War were healed.
And if my own mother hadn't been a child of war, I couldn't have done it. They wouldn't have let me in. But they did.
Ross
Carla is tired. She is tired of the COVID. She is tired of her 'long-distance' , 'across the dimensions' relationship with me. She is tired of her governor taking the people hostage in her state, closing things down again.
Carla colors her hair. It is grey. And Carla has been coloring it since she was twenty-six because in her family the grey hair comes early. Her father was totally grey at that age, and at that age Carla had enough streaks in it to concern her.
Carla colors it herself at the roots, and does very well at it, at times like this when she can't go see Ed her hairstylist.
Carla couldn't be grey. It doesn't match her skin tone. Nor her personality.
But times as this prove a dilemma. The hair salons are entirely closed.
There is suffering in Southern California, and they are not the deaths of the Covid. They are the healthy who are wanting their manicured nails, their hair styled--cut, color and blow dry, to go to the mall and try on some clothes...Southern California, unlike anywhere in the world, is a place where appearance is everything.
When Carla was little, and she would go to Disneyland, she and her friends could spot the tourists because their outfits totally matched and both the top and bottom were from the same manufacturer or designer and were sold as a set.
You don't do that in Southern California. You make extra care to have it look like you didn't put that much effort into your outfit and appearance, that it was easy, beachy and totally random and natural.
The same with the makeup.
Image is everything.
Carla's mother did it. Her sisters did it better than her. For in her heart, Carla was a 'jeans and tee shirt' kind of person. One day her lesbian friend and fellow surgery resident invited her to a party, and Carla wore what she loved, blue jeans and a white shirt. She noticed that everyone at that party was wearing the same thing! She went, 'hmmmmm' and changed to jeans and black tee shirts from then on.
It's her style.
What's yours?
What's your style not for today, or for the Earth, but for Ascension?
Carla has a very specific energy signature. She has developed it over countless ages. You could tell from her words, or her speaking, or her photos she selects (with a little help from me, as my heart is superimposed with hers!)--exactly who she is, and what she does, and why she is doing it!
With Carla, WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET and there is no way dodging or mincing around the topic.
Carla is direct, in her own unconventional way, and gets the healing OUT and helps the world, and doesn't bat an eye or draw attention to herself, with the exception for educational purposes for you our readers!
We have a little sad news to share with you. Anne Reith, PhD, has lost her lease to her IWWC Healing Center. It was the Covid that ate up her income streams and she couldn't pay the rent. She had just renewed for five years. The money to bail out from the government wasn't enough.
Anne is the first of many.
They are releasing criminals from the jails, this time eight THOUSAND of them in California alone.
California is a battle field, a war zone, for the heart and soul of the people, for their livelihood, and for their specific way of life which has been targeted and totally torn apart by the ASSC.
It's not the COVID. It's not what they tell you. It's the Hollywood influence and the ASSC who do not want to be exposed and are using the state as a template for what they want to do both to the country and to the rest of the world.
Watch.
Pray.
Send Healing.
That is enough.
And grow to your heart's content! Keep on raising your vibration! It will help.
Yesterday I was called in for backup call in the Operating Room. It was surreal. I know and trust that God is working to heal something both inside of me, and at the hospital with my patients. All I wanted was to go home. But I couldn't.
For our GI cases, there is one less person on the GI team, the nurse who prepares and recovers the patients. Our procedure nurse had to do double-duty. So turnover is slow.
I came in at ten, and didn't leave until six hours later. I did five cases, that's good, I need the money. But time had a sense of dragging on and on.
You know how I felt punched in the stomach by Anthony's CHANGE MY MIND sign he hung prominently in my face about the pool pump? Well, I had yet another experience like that with the GI nurse who was taking call. He's been a Tech, went back to school to become and RN, and works at my old workplace now. He is kind and covers the call on the weekends.
He couldn't recover an ICU patient, he said. And I challenged him, saying, that's anesthesia's call if the patient recovers in PACU or ICU, I can't predict the future on this patient. The other PACU nurses are genuine PACU nurses, two of them, paid to wait mostly, but also to recover the surgical patients. They offered to help out if that was the case. I said we could play it by ear.
After I did the general anesthesia for the ERCP, the patient was totally awake within minutes, and could even sign a consent practically, as I helped the RN push the patient to ICU. The nurse exclaimed, 'he is this awake already? THAT IS GOOD ANESTHESIA!' Things are different here at out hospital. I smiled.
But even later, with the last two cases in sight, the nurse stopped me, and asked if they could eat. There's no breaker person for anyone in the OR on the weekend. And of course, I said yes for him and the tech.
Later, as I finally was able to go home, and walked to the locker room, I saw the nurse who had been running the OR with the first call lineup. She looked exhausted, almost haggard. She was hungry. No one in the team had taken time to eat. I'm so glad I let our team eat.
Myself, I had the most tasteless meat, mashed potatoes, gravy and zucchini I've ever had in my life at the cafeteria. But I sat with the GI tech, and she was behind me by two years at the same high school. We just were able to talk. Both single moms, both unlucky in partnership and love...she's been married two times too. Her second husband deceived her. He was a successful businessman, and gave her money, but she didn't know what he did because he lied. He had two large marijuana farms! This was long before it was either medical or legal. She didn't mind what he did, it was the lying that got to her.
I totally understood.
I'm okay.
The pain I described yesterday was my reaching the point of my life lessons over many incarnations.
It took an 'I give up' from my heart, my letting go of fighting the resistance.
It felt like a whole stack of records on the record player just aligned and played at once, and I understood the point of every incarnation, and I saw instantly with my soul the gifts everyone has ever played in being my teacher to help me achieve this lesson. Everyone. Especially the ones who caused me pain and suffering.
Life lessons like this sound absolutely ridiculous to someone who has already learned it, and their life lessons which are agonizing them, which are not mine, are super easy to see right through and I wonder to myself, 'why the struggle?'
What could wound my soul so much I'd be in shock at learning the truth, and Raphael would come around to help piece me back together?
It's going to sound like a joke, but I am not joking.
If taken from a Galactic perspective, it totally makes sense.
Someone, through their free will, liked someone else better than me while incarnate. Someone close to my heart. Someone perhaps I had a right to expect support or had gotten support from in the past.
My mother favored my sisters.
Ross, chose to cheat.
Jared, pushed that button perhaps stronger and more often than anyone else.
Betrayal is commonplace in the third dimension.
And incarnate, it's all TRUE!
No matter how hard I tried to be beautiful, excellent, witty, and charming--from my soul--it boils down to this: I am strawberry ice cream and the person for whatever reason picked pistachio, and there is nothing I can do to change my strawberriness about the whole thing. My entire soul signature has been rejected like it's a flavor of the week by someone important to me, and that's the way it is on Earth.
There is no fault in me, no fault in them, that is just the way it IS.
If anything, it just says my soul signature, my vibration, is so uncomfortable for some people that naturally they gravitate to someone who is more 'in synch' with them and resonates with them.
It is a Law of the Universe.
So Be It.
Well, what do I think about that?
How do I feel?
Numb.
In shock.
And I know good things will arrive after I accept this and assimilate this Truth.
It might not be the same Truth for you, yours is different.
It's kind of like today. I'm assigned to work with a Pain Doctor, who by some strange coincidence, was the one the person suing me for malpractice years ago, chose to be her medical expert. He gets paid lots. And I've read him trashing my professional reputation--in print--when my lawyer provided me a copy.
What can you do? I need the money too. So, I've ignored and sidestepped the obvious, and cultivated a friendship with the guy, at least, professionally. I know he likes sushi. They eat it so much his wife has had to take medicine to get the mercury out of her system. I just let him talk. Politically he thinks he's correct. I keep my mouth shut on everything I know. And I do my very best anesthesia care for his patients. It's difficult with a pain doc because they are anesthesiologist first and then go on to more training in their subspecialty. It's not like a surgeon because a surgeon could never do my job.
Isn't this hideous?
A three-eyed cat and broken bones?
This is part of my lesson.
I'm serious, it totally is. The people who create this chose to separate from God, Divine Creator, and they are trying to be their own Gods (do what thou wilt). I'm sure they hate themselves as souls deep down, and have twisted it as if Creator betrayed and rejected them.
HUMILITY is one of my most important lessons, Blessed Mother has explained to me that as long as I am humble I will have my spiritual strength. (I got the unspoken feeling that I've crashed and burned on that lesson lots of times before this incarnation, lol. I took it to heart this time around. Even my friends on the block used to say to me all the time, 'don't be stuck up, Carla!'. Not that I ever was. But in Southern California in the seventies, being stuck up was the worst you could be and you wanted to avoid it.)
Besides, I've been one of 'them', the ASSC. I remember it. There's a thing going around about trafficking, and how the victims are abused about on average five times a day (raped). That was about how often it happened to me too back in the day, although I didn't know it was rape because I was taught to be a sex worker. I can verify it from that immediate past lifetime.
I won't be pointing fingers but I'll be certainly glad when Gaia surface is clear of their disharmony and low vibration.
I know.
I know the truth.
That was the gift Spirit gave me after my lesson.
I heard it on an episode of Ancient Aliens about Time Travel.
Thank you Jesus for me never having to learn it from the ones who told me the other half of that truth--how I am important and who I am besides Gaia.
I trust my friend.
I do not trust his friends who tell him things.
I can read the energy signatures.
I will do everything I can to honor this truth, now that I know.
Knowledge is like a sword. It depends on who wields it and for what purpose.
I had no idea when I wrote yesterday's post, of the truth.
Today I do.
Everyone has their truth.
Everyone has their lesson. We must respect and honor this.
Everyone has their right to take as long as needed to learn their lesson, even across many incarnations!
They have a right to learn and not to be judged.
When they harm others, then kick it up to Divine Creator.
When the angels come to help, like Raphael did for me, accept and allow, and take the time you need to get over the shock.
Back home, everyone loves everyone, betrayal doesn't exist, and nobody faults anyone for wanting to try pistachio because it doesn't hurt strawberry who is quite content to be the best strawberry there ever has been!
Raphael is teaching me that wanting to try different flavors isn't a sin. That it's part of growing. And I am still ME. It doesn't affect me at all, the rejection or even the comparison. In our culture, here in the US, due to our Puritanical roots, being a 'side chick' isn't an option, ever, it's just not good. Neither is being a home wrecker. Both of those are way, way worse than being 'stuck up'.
So I've been given medicine. Yes. Raphael wants me to listen to this song, as often as I can, until my pain heals.
Sometimes, in giving up, it's actually a victory. You don't have to expend the energy you did when you are fighting the inevitable. 'How could my mom like my sister better than me? Moms don't do that?'--well, actually, my mom did. In a big way. She would deny it. But it was true. You can see by her actions what her true affections were.
Carla must learn to see it with her own eyes, and feel it in her soul!
There has been a lot of harm, and negativity done to Carla as her true self, the embodiment of Earth and my consort and Twin. It wasn't her fault that by osmosis she absorbed all of these false beliefs into herself.
I never would have hurt her had I known the outcome of my choices and my actions on her soul.
I just didn't think!
I was busy living my own lessons.
And even though Carla was like me at one time, with her ex-husband Frank, there had been no emotional connection to her ex-husband. There was no love between them and in the context although it looked similar, it was actually two souls who were done and were moving on.
I tried to explain to Carla this morning, that her needs are different from everyone on Earth, because she is different, in her soul and in her soul responsibilities.
It takes more, more souls, to love and support her because of her size and rank in the Cosmos.
Carla wants to hear none of it. She wants to live her life while she is incarnate, to wash to clothes, to make the dinner, to serve her husband and family as best as she can--enjoying that wonderful flash of Divine Femininity in service to the Divine Masculine and the Divine 'Younglings' who are closest to her.
All Carla has ever wanted was to live a good life with a white picket fence and to go Home.
That is not to be, not in this life.
Carla's mother has seen the future, and seen Carla living on a ranch with someone who cares for horses--horses that she loves. She's predicted this 'cowboy' for Carla for a long time.
Many years ago, Carla's mom gave her a doll, a funny doll, but she said she'd kept it because it was Carla's baby, it represented the future one and her mom always knew Carla would be a mom. Carla didn't know what to think, there was no future child in sight for ages.
But her mother knew, and was correct.
Will Carla find love? Besides the eternal love and tenderness she has in me?
Will I manifest and find Carla in this incarnation so, as she says, 'as an illegal alien he only wants to marry me for my green card?' in jest?
Stay tuned.
Don't change the channel.
Don't touch that dial!
clap! clap!
Breakfast today is cinnamon toast, yogurt, grapefruit, and slices of lunch meat and cheese, along with espresso. Carla bought an espresso maker, from Wayfair. Good thing she did before all the news came out! LOL
Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
The animals! (he's cracking up over the cat pictures I put into the post)
Intent is the mechanics through which spirit transforms itself into material reality. -- @EsotericExposal
Earth is a school for mastering how to manipulate energy. Many other planets have easier courses of learning. The Earth school is the most difficult in the universe--only the bravest souls sign on for this assignment. -- Dolores Cannon
Let's take a moment to listen together to this official music video:
I'm grateful for it, and for some experience I had recently. I can't disclose too much, only enough to get the teaching points through.
First off, the music industry, and the entertainment industry, is set up to grow it's own talent, create Monarch trauma-based slaves out of them, and do whatever they want to do.
But there are exceptions.
For example, someone who loves singing so much, that it is their life. They say no to the date with the intelligent, worldly entertainer at two in the morning--not just because they don't like cocaine, but because they have a job singing backup vocals at ten in the morning and want to do well.
LOVE--and careful devotion to your talents God has given you--will protect you even from the wolves you rub elbows with every day.
LOVE--both self-love, and faith in your Divine Purpose--will make you friends in your specialty with those who are difficult to befriend. Why? Because you both share a desire for excellence. These friendships can last lifetimes, and you can be invited to share your talent at life events for one another, like weddings--because of this shared bond.
LOVE--will help you to withstand the cruel and vicious Divas who will take center stage--demand it--and force you to re-learn the dance steps backwards/the reverse by making you go to a different part of the stage for the filming. And, they will wait until the last minute and rudely force their will upon you, for fun, just because they like the power.
LOVE--responds in kind to LOVE wherever it is present, even at the bedside when there is illness. A heart opens, and gently asks the questions that the one has longed for people to ask. Who did you sing with? Did people treat you well? Was it fun?
LOVE--is absolutely electrifying, when talents combine. Mine is to bring out the best in others, and in myself, around times of medical crisis. And if someone needs special care, and encouragement, and support, I provide it! When the patient responds with Love and Gratitude, and shares their talent with the team--even in the face of time's terrible toll on health and talent--with LOVE I send the One to a sleep where their family members lost visit them, where all health is perfect, and deep soul issues are healed--during that time when they aren't part of this world 100% and under my care.
Ross and I would like to provide you with two more examples of talent, and the wisdom of time:
Yesterday I was hungry. Really starving. I was standing in line at a local Vietnamese restaurant where I had eaten lunch earlier in the day. I was hungry then too. I wanted the chicken soup, pho. When Anthony found out, he wanted some too, when I came home after work. I ordered our dinner and also, breakfast and snacks for today to make life a little easier on us.
I was tired. Really to the bone tired. I wondered why my boss gave me that room so I would have to stay late? Lately, all this week, I have been given the worst assignments with the most gaps. I actually should be doing better, it's just weird.
Ross says to share how for example, I wanted my birthday off, my boss said I couldn't, and then this Friday HE is taking the day off with an extra worker to cover him.
He never once said, 'Happy Birthday' to me. I've worked for him for ten years, and wished him many Happy Birthdays.
Ross says he is an example of 'service to self'.
Back to the restaurant. I noticed the cashier went to the back to make our sandwiches (banh mi). I saw the woman in the kitchen working hard to fill our orders. I heard the beeping bell chime of a microwave. I figured that was for my 'com tam' broken rice meal.
I was so thankful for their willingness to work.
There was no way I could have fed myself.
And I thought to myself, 'INTERDEPENDENCE'.
You see, applying the Hegelian dialect to our current situation, we have Service to Self on the one hand, and Service to Others on the other hand. Which one do you pick, right? Many have chosen one hand or the other, but not both.
However, through the stress and extremes of the two paths, the Hegelian way shows us the synthesis or solution which is the interconnectedness of all working to help one another and to help themselves survive and to support their family.
This symbol is called the Bowels of Buddha. It represents all of the parts of society working together as a whole.
Buddha alluded to this with the eternal question, 'what is the sound of one hand clapping?'
One hand can't clap.
It can snap. It can slap. But it takes two hands to generate applause. Both hands need the other.
When we get to the point where we can see everyone helping and working together to create the Highest Common Good, then we are seeing with the eyes of Creator.
It is only a short hop, skip, and a jump to the Galactic Realms at this point, because we are thinking and perceiving our environment and surroundings with Galactic Perception, or Seeing Eyes--which is totally the OPPOSITE of the 'All-Seeing Eye'.
'All-Seeing Eye' equals service to self.
There's an agenda for that, elaborate plans, and it's infiltrated everything.
Be fearless about this!
Why?
It's not backed by Creator. Creator can see all Time, backwards and forwards, just as easily as we see the past. And Creator says that only Good results.
So why the bad/Service to Self/darkness?
Right now it is getting so obvious and blatant it is starting to wake people up. In the O.R. yesterday people wanted to know about Adrenochrome, Spielberg's first movie Rambling or Ambling that's super similar to the term NAMBLA (look that one up). I told them to have hope because the hunters were turning into the hunted and they won't be able to walk down the street. One looked things up. Another asked me to provide videos. I will do my best to help them find things. You can't spoon feed people forever, but you can help them find their way to ask and research.
In a way, the dark ones are doing us a favor because they are driving the hunger for freedom and for the Love of Divine Creator.
People are waking up. They are blogging about cruelty to children, SRA and all the hidden stuff the occult has been exploiting for millennia.
Why do you think they call it 'google chrome?' Why do you think that little circle has three sixes spinning around that circle part of the six?
Symbolism will be their downfall.
The one who asked for the videos mentioned how the Simpsons 'predicts' everything. Isn't that weird?
I said no it isn't, not at all. They believe if they warn us of something, and we do nothing, then that's implied consent. So even if they show 9-11 for three seconds in a cartoon nobody has time to watch or understand, years before 9-11 actually happens, our doing nothing is consent. And then the dark ones can say, 'we told you so! you gave us permission'.
Ross encourages us to try to see with Galactic eyes. And hearts.
He says to 'always forgive' because each of us have played different roles in our past incarnations, and to just let it at 'they know not what they do'.
He says to 'trust it will be brought to an end' and 'a bright future is ahead for everyone.'
He also says how Major Patriot did a low ball calculation on the trillions of dollars the dark ones have stolen from us, and how once recovered it would be about $91,000 to every person. (not sure if it's in our country or the world).
Good things await.
Help others.
Forgive those who know not what they do--this frees you up.
Even those who steal the golden ray and try to sell it and aren't nice.
Be light and be free in your heart.
Look for the interdependence that makes everything GO. And when you see with the eyes both the seen and unseen intervention of Heaven, then Heaven truly will have arrived on Earth, and money won't be necessary any more.
We can survive without it, and with the interdependence.
