Yesterday was a long day on Covid call. I read an entire book the whole shift. And when I finished the book? That's when the intubation call was announced overhead: CODE 19 ROOM blah blah blah, CODE 19 ROOM blah blah blah, CODE 19 ROOM blah blah blah.
I went as fast as I could.
I don't understand how the ICU charge nurses want me to walk through the entire unit to gown up and put on my PAPR. I went in and took it outside and put it on. The air outside doesn't have the aerosols the inside does, that's why THEY are wearing their PPE past those double doors.
She also wanted me to wear a CAPR, not the full kind with the shroud. I like my neck and shoulders covered.
Everything went fine, my team is good, I'm blessed for that. And I tapped the patient on the shoulder and said, 'you're gonna be okay'.
Actually, I've been tracking all my patients I've had to intubate. Not one has made it. Not one. They have had so much lung damage by the time I get involved the damage appears to be irreversible. But better to have a ventilator helping you get air, than to die of air hunger. I'm always praying for my patients, and I know Ross and our teams are going to take good care of them.
I drove home and picked up takeout. We are supporting local businesses on days I work. This was the only day for the week.
Ross wants me to tell you the book I read. It's called, 'He Came To Set The Captives Free' by Rebecca Brown, MD. She's kind of like me on steroids. This book was written in 1986, too. It's absolutely fascinating, fascinating reading. I couldn't put it down. I bought it on Amazon.
Anyhow, once I got out of the car, I managed to carry both bags of food, my work bag, my pile of books and journals I read on call...and the keys to open the door.
I saw a single star, up in the clouds, and I made a wish. I usually never tell you my wishes, but since it came true, I'll share: I wanted to send Ross a Valentine. A real one. And with my heart, I kept it very simple, 'thank you for watching over me, I'm so lucky to have you and I love you very very very much.'
We had our dinner, I cleaned up (usually I shower first but I had changed all my clothing at work after the intubation), and I got ready for bed. Just as I was falling asleep, Ross asked me, gently, what is the hardest thing for me about our relationship the way it is with him 'up there' and me 'down here'?
I said it's hard to communicate my feelings, since here on earth, I would buy a card, write nice things, and send it to you, and you would open it. Now, I can't SEND you anything like here. There's no place for it to go, because it's in another dimension and frequency. So I feel sad because I don't know the ways you do that kind of Valentine up there, and the kind here doesn't work there.
Well...this morning when I was just about to wake up?
I saw my little red envelope going up and up. Ross made a point to show he caught it. I saw him open it. And I saw the smile, his beautiful, beautiful smile that comes from his heart and the corners of his eyes crinkled up. I don't know how it got to him, but seeing him hold it and open it made me fill with joy.
I spent some time asking him questions. Ross is it true that in Heaven there is no pain?
There is no pain, he said.
Not even if you stub your toe?
Not even then.
What if you threw yourself off a tall building and splattered on the ground would it hurt?
Then Ross chided me for being ridiculous.
Ross? Is everyone in Heaven nice?
Everyone in Heaven IS very nice!
Ross, in Heaven can we do things we enjoy, more than here where we always have to focus on survival?
Yes, in Heaven, survival is not a struggle and there is much much more time to enjoy our friends and family and interests.
I'm so glad there is Heaven. It's nice to know that at some point illness and suffering and pain will end.
This was us on one of our timelines, in our last incarnation together. There were more than one timeline we were on. I call this the Happy One. We both lived to a ripe old age...
By the way our Covid patients are down from one hundred ten to seventy. Our units are all full. And the two refrigerated trucks are still out in the back parking lot. California is now 'open' even though the ICU beds are less than they were when we 'closed' back in December. JP Sears has a hilarious video on Dictoator Gabin if you'd like to watch it.
There's been steady accounts of people who have passed after Dance With Maxine Two. Like in days. Remember what happened to the monkeys in the studies of S. A. ARRRRR s One Maxines. Same thing. Hyper immooooon response.
By the way, of the intubations I have been asked to do, all have been men. One was Latino. One was white. And the rest were Asian. I have heard there is a receptor in Asian Male lungs that the Wire-Us targets. That video by the doctor with the drawings shows you where it is in general, and imagine on that type two pneumocyte cell, a little 'handle' that is there only on Asian Males. It's the target. Others might have it too, but it's predominant there.
Ross
One day Carla and I will be riding off into the sunset.
Until that day, Carla will remain at her post, and I will remain at mine.
I love her.
I love her with all that I am.
With my heart.
What we are learning through this mission, in addition to what has been assigned already, is how to translate that love into something tangible, with meaning for both of us across the veil. (he waves the red envelope and card). Carla has been conditioned that Love for something romantic and close, is sent by a card on Valentine's Day.
Nothing could be farther than the truth in the world of Spirit! Love completely surrounds us and not all of it is romantic although some very special love IS. For us, why send a card? It's the thought that counts? Because in Heaven, thoughts everyone can see them/understand them/sense and feel them. I know that Carla loves me when the thinks of me in her heart.
But for our relationship, Carla needs to 'see' me opening the card and reading is and smiling just as I would on earth. That way, Carla both understands and believes truly that I appreciate her love, and I do.
There was something Jessie Czebotar brought up yesterday that is important. Although MK Ultra survivors have had a split of the mind, even in these individuals there is still only one heart. And that heart, with the right support, can heal and recover, just as the mind heals and recovers, through my love and care and healing. So when you look at the masses of those who are asleep and under 'light MK Ultra mind manipulation'--remember that no matter how closed they may seem, they have only one HEART and the HEART will AWAKEN.
Elaine in the book Carla read was a Bride of Satan. She was the top one. A very high functioning practitioner of darkness. When she was in ritual she was untouchable, and wore the very best, but in her day to day, sometimes she was even on welfare and none of her friends and family had a clue just how deep she was into the occult. There was a battle for Elaine's soul, and through the Grace of God she was won back to the Team of Heaven. Her testimony, and that of Rebecca's, is a powerful source of both truth and inspiration.
Know your enemy.
He can't read what is on your mind. Only humans around the angelic frequency and angels can.
Enjoy your time on earth as it is in Heaven.
clap! clap!
Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Ross and Carla
The Couple
P.S. tomorrow we will go over the place of Reiki and divination in a higher sense. Do not be afraid of the end of the book. I will explain it to you. You will feel it in your heart.
