A Session With A Council

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. 

Ross wanted me to share this vision with you.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

Face Conflict and Humiliation With Confidence!

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.

Follow my example.

And also that of Carla.

We love one another so....very much.

Right from the soul.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Jubilant ones who have a weekend free!

Enjoy Your Dream

Ross wants me to share a moment I had yesterday, with you.

I was sitting in pre-op holding, in an empty patient bay, waiting for my surgeon to arrive and to mark the patient.

I remembered the struggle. I remembered the hopes, the excitement, the volunteer hours in the pediatric emergency room in Oakland, California, the efforts, the struggles, the dream...

Here is was. Looking around, was all of the official conventional (allopathic) medicine things, in a place where allopathic medicine is practiced, and--I'm getting paid to do this work!

It felt good.

Sometimes we need to realize that even through our dreams can suck the life energy out of us, and thrash us mentally, physically, and emotionally like a turbulent river--sometimes we get what we want, and that in itself is a blessing, a wonderful wonderful blessing.

In the photo here, this is cardiac surgery taking place. I have the training to do the anesthesia for it. It takes very long hours. Our cardiac guy was in surgery eight hours for one case that should have taken four, and the computer kept showing it going longer and longer. 

I don't do hearts anymore, and I don't do OB anesthesia. Careers change over time. But can I still run all of the equipment in the photo there that you see?

Absolutely.

And if it wasn't for lifestyle,  I'd still be doing it today.

One day my days in the operating room will have a dreamlike quality and be in my past. 

Our Covid numbers at our hospital are the lowest they've been in a month or two, which is good.

We have had more people quit the group. For better lifestyle. The people who were taking heavy OB call loads both are leaving. In the middle of the night, since they are in house, they do the elective intubations (not CODE BLUE). They have been up all night and doing the Covid intubations because no other anesthesiologist is around.  It's not worth it to them. 

I've seen more people quit medicine and retire over the coronavirus. 

I've seen lots of people 'save their own skin' and get medical letters so they can stay home, I know people who have taken time off--all of the leave they had. But the bug is here for longer than that, and when they come back, it's totally awkward. It's poignant. 

Another repercussion of the Covid is that medical supplies are in short supply. For example, everyone wants to be as far from the mouth when they intubate, so they use a video camera device called a Glide Scope. Well, size four blade is a disposable unit that fits onto the camera. It works for everyone. There are two sizes available, three and four. And size four is on backorder...for everyone...everywhere.

Our surgical gowns are on backorder. They come in different sizes, regular, large, extra-large. Not now. It's only one size. The regular ones are on backorder. 

We had the personal protective equipment. But each piece now is of poor quality, compared to what was standard. The bonnet caps are so thin you can see through them, and with my long hair, I need two. If I wear one the mask straps make it ride up and my hair is exposed.  Instead of the blue wipes to clean my hands, there is a dispenser of sanitizer stuck to the wall. Sanitizer doesn't remove organic materials. So yesterday my anesthesia tech found the wipes we use to prepare surgical patients, like a bath wipe, and put them in the workspace for when I need to clean a mess on myself and can't get to the sink.

Times change. We adapt. And we grow.

I know I am needed by my patients, by my colleagues, by my anesthesia group. Yesterday surgeon, nurse, scrub tech and I thanked one another for a beautiful day. Nice music. Terrific teamwork. Happy patients. It was good.

Ross

Carla has a late start today. To be honest she would have preferred a day off, but this is as good as it gets. She was permitted to sleep to her hearts content, at least, until I woke her and asked her to share her thoughts from the heart from yesterday's mini-'awakening'.

Carla is happy in her profession. She enjoys what she does and the people she meets. 

Last night, Carla was overwhelmed when she came home. It was late, it was dark, and she forced herself to go to the local grocery store to pick up some greeting cards. Her neighbors recently celebrated their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, and they help her with Anthony. She also bought them a bottle of champagne. They had shown interest in face shields, and Carla had dutifully saved her daily ones and cleaned them with disinfectant before giving them her gifts. 

It was enjoyable talking with the neighbors in the night air.

But when she got back, instead of being able to relax and call it a night, Carla tried to feed the snake who didn't want to eat. (She tossed the white mouse onto the green belt over the fence--someone will find a way to eat it and it has its chance to be free). 

Then Carla remembered her friend Melody who is on hospice, and had asked her to call. After nine Carla left a voicemail, and will call her again.

No wonder why when Carla saw the first star last night, she wished with all her heart, for a better life. Not just for her, but for everyone.

I asked her what she meant, while she was wishing it. To clarify?

She said she wanted more control of her time, and better use of her gifts. To be without that horrible pressure from the outside, from the 'invisible hand' that is guiding society which to her looks 'off of a cliff'...in her heart Carla emphasized that there has to be MORE than this, and that the dark ones have provided ample opportunity for painful lessons, and perhaps, in time, such lessons won't be needed any more and people could be spared so much of the pain and be permitted to experience more joy and loving in their daily life.

I heard her.

I was listening.

I am doing all I can to make things right again.

Carla what was your dinner last night?

C:  a chunk of French bread. No plate. A little brie cheese or camembert, with currant breadstick/crackers--again, no plate. Strawberries, fresh. With a plate. And a glass of limoncello. 

Carla was it enough?

C:  I suppose.

Was it festive?

C: No, absolutely not.

Was it lonely?

C:  It's not like we were having our date night. I sensed you but we weren't talking or anything. I was just watching X22 and ready for bed.

Is that the kind of life you had envisioned for yourself when you were little? Or even when you were considering medicine?

C:  No. Absolutely not. Never in my life did I imagine my life would be like this. 

Again, what is the life you have envisioned for you?

C:  A home, and family, like how I grew up. 

What is happening now?

C: a colleague is texting me. She doesn't want to come in from home. She is one of the ones who quit. And she wants me to relieve her when I finish at the surgery center. I don't know what I'm going to do, or when I will finish. She's totally wasting my time. I'm not promising her anything.

Why?

C:  Because it's total dog-eat dog out there, and if I don't stick up for myself, people will take advantage of me.

What happened at your work yesterday?

C:  I was available to do a case and could have done it but Call 1 was pressuring the nurse to save it for him. He made the surgeon wait forty-five minutes so he could 'finish the other case first' that was 'close to finishing' so he could make the money. And I had to wait almost four hours, unpaid, to do one last case. 

Is that why you got home so late?

C:  Yes. I had to change clothes.

What did you do in those four hours?

C:  try to get the surgeon to move up the case. He couldn't. Caught up on emails, mostly. Bought something on clearance from SurLaTable. And I selected what was to go in my produce box next week.

I also ate an early dinner, heating up my leftover curry rice at four thirty. 

Did your colleague know you were aware of what he was doing?

C:  Yes, I looked through the window to the O.R. and we made eye contact. He isn't normal and I wasn't going to engage because if I fight with him the nurses write it up, and I look bad. The nurses wrote his behavior up, and I looked like a team player with the nurses.

Is this what you thought when you chose medicine?

C:  NO! No! Absolutely not! I thought I would heal people, and take the time to give them what they need without any rush or outside interference. As it is, even our own lecture series topics are selected to help our numbers go up and influence us as a group of physicians at the hospital. Everything is controlled. It's sad

How would you make it better?

C: Throw the whole thing out and do what YOU do, with your advanced equipment and techniques.

Would you like to learn how it is done?

C:  YES! Even if I had to go through another internship and residency. If it would make my life better, and that of my patients and colleagues better, I would pay YOU to let me do it! I really would. 

Only if it was a short-term training, and didn't take years like it did the first time for your internship, residency, and fellowship?

C:  As long as I was paid enough to pay my bills, I wouldn't care how long it would take, as long as I'm out of what is going on in my world now.

Enough said.

Carla show them the Schumann( link removed)

Show them Lissa Rankin's article  link here to open to read it.  What happened to her?

C:  She was an OB GYN who got burnt out, big time, and got into some business deal with Louise Hay and is now famous. I'm not sure if she's making enough to support herself. She and her husband divorced. She has a daughter who I imagine is a young lady now. 

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Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and CArla

Thank you for letting us help you to THINK about what is going on, in the world around you, and in your hearts...

P.S. here is her boss' say on it--the unhappy one kicked it upstairs, and this is what she got.

Carla is call 12

Vicky is call 13.

Carla, after you finish your ASC , as call 12, you should check with OR if you are needed to do a case or to relieve your lower ranked colleague.

Vicky, we don’t know exactly what time the ASC colleagues will finish!!!

Apparently they are working on opening the room between 9:00-9:30.

Carla is starting at 9:30 for 3 cases , and the time of the surgeon is unpredictable.

So you need to report to the hospital, you cannot day, it takes me an hour. If it does, you should be on your way. They are calling you earlier to inform you.

Carla is not expecting to finish before 11:00

Hello Discern-O-Meter!

Today we are going to have an experiment! There are no right or wrong answers. Join us as we discuss the fate of a child actress gone too soon, Anissa Jones, the former star in the role of 'Buffy' in the American sitcom from the sixties, 'Family Affair'.

Before we get to her story, we will give you three amazing updates in general:

1. Very white Schumann frequency chart (link removed)
2. Yesterday's blog post, and John Smallman's Jesus through John which was published on the same morning--independently!--have the words 'Freedom' in the title and theme. Coincidence? ; ) we think not.
3. Cohoe barra uh is talking Angels and Music in the Spheres...

Let's get back to the main feature, where we take the CERN our of Dis-cern-ment and Dis-CERN-O-meter...we will save that strange place and the rituals associated it for another trip down the infamous 'rabbit hole'.

Back to Hollywood...

Here is her Wiki article Anissa Jones

It sounds pretty cut and dried, doesn't it? The same old story--lost to drugs.

Here's what's amazing about here, that caught my eye.

• The 'awkward interview' on the Dick Cavett show. Here is the video. Watch the body language. Hers--what is she doing with her mouth? Sammy Davis Junior. Watch the body space especially.
• Of all the images why is it in this one--click here to see it yourself--is she kissing President Lyndon Johnson on the lips, and he is totally dreamy with her? Compare it to one of him kissing his wife. It's different.
• Here's a video of the autopsy report. Sorry for the cheesy video but the information is good. Another thing from a coroner I've seen said it was the highest doses of drugs in an overdose he's ever seen. It was remarkable.

What makes Hollywood go?

Unlimited cash, and also, the CIA, and even further, the, um, to say it politely, the NWO agenda.

Does Hollywood have access to damage control?

If someone were, 'euthanized' to put it mildly, in 'ritual'--could there be a coroner who could be bought?

What happened to these others?

• Heather, Brigette, and Anissa
• Brian Keith's daughter  He died a short time later. It is said he wanted to be with his daughter Daisy.
• Anissa's brother Paul, her father, and her mom? BTW Anissa means 'little friend' in Arabic. Her mother was Lebanese. Apparently when the father died, there was conflict between her and her mom, she didn't want to live with her. The mom sent her to Juvenile Hall for like, two years, and then the court ordered her to live with her mom. Look at how much money Anissa left behind, and then, add to that, the lawsuit for four hundred thousand dollars in wrongful death. Cui bono? (who benefits?). 

I was fascinated because Anissa lived in Los Angeles but died in a party in Oceanside, quite a drive to the south. She was with 'a new boyfriend' (handler?)

Here is something cool. A 'ghost box' interview.  video is here. Frankly, being a medium is so much simpler!

P.S. Cory Feldman knows what happened to Heather. If you know where to dig, you'll find it.

Ross

Carla is sorry, deeply sorry, that there is an incredible appetite for children in Hollywood. Both figuratively and literally. 

It's in the area, it's endemic...not the happiest place on earth for these kids.

I want you to remember kids like Anissa, who never got to grow up, and also, children like Corey whose youth was stolen from them, and they must endure a lifetime of pain.

There is hope! (he holds one finger up).

With God, anything is possible.

Healing is on the way.

Remember them, and everyone like them, in your daily Reiki practice. Send it to the offenders and predators too, because many were victimized like Corey in their youth. This practice is intergenerational. And it needs to stop.

Thank you for holding the Light for those who cannot defend themselves and are in it too deep, way over their heads, like beautiful Heather and Anissa, and most likely Brigette too.

Good times are on the way, and what we are doing here with this experiment with you is a little, um, 'housecleaning' for some of the soil and darkness on Mother Earth. Exposing it, shining the light so the things have no more shadows to hide in, any longer, is the way it is done.

Please do not support any businesses you know who are linked in any way to child trafficking. 

Thank you.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple who love you and always hope for the best!

All's Fair...

First of all, I want you to know my mom and I are very close. As close as we can be with our basic differences. We speak daily. I know she prays for us daily. Ever since Anthony was born, we have grown closer. 

Even though she may have once not preferred me, we have made our relationship the best it can be for what it is now. One of the things that brings us closer is my memories of the old days, when it was just her, Dad and me. My sisters have no knowledge of that happy time period in her life. So we reminisce.

Also, politically and with 'galactic openness' we talk about things perhaps she might not be able to talk about with others. Things that are important to her. 

I'd like to explain more about relationships in general, from my perspective, in a moment.

But first, let's check in...

Energetically, there is a huge tug-of-war going on over the planet. And I feel it. Everyone wants control.

I read in a mask post on Twitter a comment from the church of Satan that they want us to mask, get our immune systems down, and hit us with a new virus that will kill everyone just about, and 'usher in a new age of Darkness'. 

I don't know about you, but there's been Dark Ages already, and this is ridiculous. They have to go. 

Here's the Schumann Resonance frequency (link removed), again, nothing, and I feel it in my heart. It's painful for me when it's not all white. So the time until it gets white, drags on and on and on...

For work, here's my hours--Sunday was 10-4 or 5, Monday was 10-6, Tuesday was 7:30 am to 8:00 pm.

I felt like I had been kicked in the balls because my last case was done, I was wheeling to recovery room, I thought I could go home and JUST RIGHT THEN another case was added and it was the sickest one of my night--at five pm, and it took and hour for the patient to come downstairs. I was caught in a dilemma. We test for COVID every 72 hours in the hospital. And it was just at the wire of 72 hours when the case was to go. Should we retest? The first one was negative.

When the patient moved to the bed from the gurney, and had super low sats, and also, when they were having trouble breathing in recovery room and I had to stay even longer--I had my suspicions that the was a total COVID case, who the abdominal pain  was part of the COVID and just happened to have a surgical condition. 

I came home and took a hot shower and scrubbed with lots of soap to kill it, if I was exposed.

Today is a short day, I hope, with two cases starting very early, 0700. That means in the hospital by 6:30 a.m. and out of the house by 6:00.

I realize my life is spent in the O.R., and that's why the last twenty years of my career have flown by. It's like I blinked and BOOM!

I am grateful for my job, I enjoy the people, I just don't like that it's not a 9 to 5 with two breaks and a lunch. I find it impossible to plan anything, because the hours are so long. 

Last night, I came home to Anthony playing the video games in his pajamas. Yes, after 8 p.m. he'd been in the same chair all day. I just don't have the energy any more to hold him accountable. He's happy, that's good, I mean, I work so much. But I just was horrified. I'd asked him to clean the grill so we could cook the meat. He asked if I'd had a bad day and I said yes, I think I'm full of the COVID I was exposed.

When I came down from my shower, the best china was set at the table, and the french fries from last night were warm, and the meat was cooking. For dessert we had rainbow sherbet. Then it was time for me to go to bed. 

I was so grateful to see something, anything, beautiful, and to have a true meal. My lunch had been a 'wedge' salad with a chicken breast on the side. It was wonderful our chef had made it. My breakfast had been half of a donut-pan dulce thing I had tried the other day and didn't like, and coffee. It's always a rush. A hurry hurry to start my day.

Let's get back to the other point, shall we?

Here is why the lesson of being 'number 2' is so painful.

I don't process relationships like you, or most people.

I don't know why. I think it's cause I'm like Back Home. But I'm not sure about that.

Whenever I interact with you--online, face to face, on video calls, reading your texts, --I feel that big gold mesh bubble of energy. 

I am not ME, you are not YOU. I only sense the combination of our energies together. 

In essence, YOU define ME, be because there is no separation. OUR energies together are what I remember, the sum total.

So...I experience ME many different ways a day, from all the huge gold bubbles I encounter, with everyone. And that's what I am. It's not really 'me' I feel, because I don't feel myself. I can't focus on it. 

Right now at the moment, I am typing in my room, it's dark, before 5 in the morning. But I don't feel ME. I feel the energy of the house, Anthony's energy sleeping a few doors down the hall, the energy of our pets, the energy of Nature, outside, the energy of the freeway, and the energy of my Spiritual guides/support.  I sense it, I sense the peace, and I feel good. 

There is no ME. 

This is ME AT THE MOMENT IN TIME in the context of EVERYTHING. 

When I tell you I 'see' these, it's only with training that I can see the auras and the colors. But for my entire life, I could SENSE them. 

I am like a radio scanner, and my frequencies can adjust. 

So when I encounter you, inside that big gold bubble of our energies, intuitively, instantly, without words or thinking, I sense your 'issues', your 'imbalances', your 'strengths' and what is on your mind. As long as you are vibrating within my range of bandwidth frequencies, I will 'get' you. And I process it so I know how to interact with you for the highest possible good.

This picture gives you an idea of what I pick up, in frequencies, but it's made visual so it's easier to understand.

It makes me genuinely happy to connect and be of service.  The happiest I've been in a long time was doing a session on video call with a member of DWR who was seeking spiritual insights. I ended up doing a reading too.   I was using everything God gave me, for the right reasons, and helping her really made me feel alive and like HEALING in general as a 'science' was 'moving forward'. It was like my doctor's hat PLUS everything from Spirit. 

This was about one year ago.

I also enjoyed with the singer, connecting like that. Especially since she had applied for the transplant list, and was told 'no'--and had been devastated to be called 'not medically suitable candidate'. 

Buddha DIGS separation.

He's into it.

He's like me plus spirit minus world attachments is NIRVANA.

I'm not like him.

If I've been with you, and felt the high vibration of connection, and you can't feel it or don't care, it's painful to me when you pull your energy away. It's mind-boggling and frightening to my soul, not to be able to experience our big gold mesh ball of energy.  Because I do not exist! And out of the sum totals of energy balls together that create my world in daily, weekly, monthly contact, there's one less energy ball to define ME. And perhaps it was a happy experience and aura connection that was mutually beneficial. It's gone, it's starving, it's cut, and I grieve.

I grieve because in heaven these aura connections are never cut. They are put perhaps on hold temporarily for an incarnation if you both go to experience other things, by mutual agreement (I gotta go! like on the phone call when it ends).  But never is one person going to say, 'I like you' and then 'I found someone better' and 'you can get over it' and 'I quit you' and the drama.

Drama is BRUTAL on the fine energy systems!

But on earth, Fine energy systems aren't 'sensed', and people chase drama with a passion. 

Except for me, who isn't really 'human' in that general sense of the word.

And for your friends? How can I read their energy?

By the change in your frequencies from interacting with them. It's kind of like looking at an old film photo negative and figuring out the photograph. They leave imprints on your soul. 

Separation is stupid.

Ross and I have been trying to spice up the DWR page, to bring relevant, adult, sane, intellectual discussion on topics that are triggers for people. Our readers don't understand we are doing a kindness. First to bring up the skill in a safe forum. And second, to look at both sides of controversial things--'red pill lite' so to speak. Our viewers are dropping like flies. But you know what?

I feel the sum total energy of our page too. And with those who want to stay asleep, with their energy leaving? It feels better. And giving our readers who are interested in growing and finding their voice and sharing conversation, THEY are getting excited to talk and to share too.  Ross and I used to have all kinds of social events at our home, with lots of discussions--passionate ones with the brightest minds speaking their point of view all at the same time together! And we LOVED it!

There was a time where we sort of went into auto mode on DWR, especially after the censorship, and decided 'not to rock the boat' and to 'give people what they want'. 

It got boring.

Two healings. Here. Every single day. Post something inspirational. If you run across it. Post requests for healings. Very cut and dried and predictable.

The last thing Ross and I ever have been IS predictable! Ross changed the world! And lots of people hate him and love him, he's truly a polarizing individual (I love him! no guessing on that!).

We want to know YOU. Know your heart. Know your passions. Know your opinions on current events. So we are going to be asking questions and posting things on a more regular basis, always monitoring the conversations, and policing it to make sure everyone is polite. 

Ross

What Carla is trying to explain, in this limited short time she has before work, is something akin to what we up here in the Higher Realms would call 'Galactic Lite'. All her talk about how she does not exist, but she experiences herself in relation to others, is technically correct. 

Up here we strengthen our sense of 'self' through daily meditation and self-healing and self-care. Though we do this, we strengthen ourselves to be fully present to create the UNITY which is in our commUNITY.

Get it?

We thoroughly understand the importance of our connections, and how one interaction over here (he points to one corner) will ultimately --connect through the magic of energy transfer and bioresonance--to a point over THERE (points to a diagonally far corner). 

This is why we practice emotional hygiene, both mental and spiritual discipline, and a strong sense of ORDER in the Universe, because we build it and respect our Divine Creator in the process. 

'Go clean your room!' a parent would say, to a child, to help bring order and not division to the home.  On earth you would call it standards and procedures and holding people accountable to the expectations of community life. 

Here it is more automatic.

Now it is time for Carla to prepare herself, her home and her family for her work. We are grateful for the money, always thankful for the income, and the ability to sustain our work here with you because of it. 

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Eggshells  (crunch crunch crunch) 

We don't tiptoe around for ANYTHING. (Ross laughs)

Like A Breath Of Fresh Air!

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.  

The only way out is to grow up and accept it. And Jenny Schlitz has a nice--and very short--article here about that same topic

I still do Reiki on all of my patients.

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.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Twins who are in love with everyone