"People Are Assholes"

 

I'm quoting, Joe, a scrub tech who calls it like he sees it. He was thinking about getting a 'Magic Key', the new Annual Pass at Disneyland. We bought ours yesterday. He was asking about the different ones offered, which ones include parking, etc. 

I shared how we went to the California Adventure on Mother's Day, and food was just a nightmare. You are cashless. You order on an app. And the app tells you to come pick it up. But it doesn't work and the thirty minute delay to get the notice , makes the wait the same as if you just ordered it right then and there because next you have to wait for it to be prepared.

And trying to find a place to sit? The people are absolutely territorial and mean about it! I circled the whole time Anthony was in line, people wouldn't give up a table, people just SAT even though they were done, and I gave up! I found a bench. Like, way in the back. Fortunately Anthony found a table...

My attending I admire posted this today. She used to work in ICU, but now she has another job. I doubt she's even worked with actual Covid patients.

I was SHOCKED.

I saw this too. I posted it. Along with a 'polite cough'.  That's my way of bringing up a subject very delicately.

I told Joe that people have been cooped up for too long, and that they are expecting someone to PAY for it. Looking to throw the blame.

The media is shocking.

In Los Angeles they are giving 'the little devil' to all the teachers and students. And the news in the break room said that an 'un little deviled' teacher is causing an 'outbreak'...

I left the room for the silence of the Doctor's lounge.

If you want to know what I really think, watch this:  random YouTube video

As an antidote, reflect upon this:

I had to undergo humiliation at work today.

I did.

I don't have a C sticker on my badge. I went to get tested, per protocol, and it was closed. The office is only open from 0700-1000 and 1900-2200. I was turned away. 

I stayed late after work to get mine.

As I sat, after I filled out the form, I was filled with horror.

I prayed, 'Lord Jesus! Have mercy on me!' because I was in the middle of so much evil! The ones sick at my work were the ones WITH the 'little devil' who had to go home and keep from spreading it. Not the ones without.

Immediately, He answered.

He said, 'focus on my heart. Reach out to My Heart' and I saw a giant, beating, strong, heart. Instantly I was soothed.

I've been reading Esther. I read Chapter 8 this morning. And what I learned from it, is that the tides can turn quickly. It's not enough to get rid of the one who scripted doom for others (in her case, the Jews). She had to petition for the scripted doom to be undone. 

And it was! By the King himself!

So have hope. Be glad.

All is well.

God wins.

Ross looks down and smiles briefly. He is modest, and humble, in every way.

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Aloha and mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

P.S. There is a lot of very high vibe energy at work emanating from those who don't have the sticker. It's very supportive. It means so much we are all in the same boat, at risk of losing our work. : )))

The Future Is In Our Hands

 

I've been writing at night. Right before bedtime. I hear Spirit a little better then. And as I was preparing the photos for today's blog post, I smiled when I saw this one.

Yesterday it was a long drive to the tournament, only twenty minutes away from LAX, Los Angeles International Airport. As a family tradition, long generations back, I asked Anthony a 'million dollar question'--'If we were continuing to LAX today, and plane tickets were free and you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?'

He would go to Switzerland.

I swear the boy is Swiss, he looks more Swiss than American, and the climate there would be better suited to him. One day, perhaps, in the future, he will choose to live there. 

He asked me the same question.

I said, without skipping a beat, Tanimbar Island!

That's where Goffin cockatoos are from. They are out in the wild, much like these sulfur-crested ones in Australia. Even though it's a religious and political nightmare in that part of the world, with little to no 'modern conveniences'--that is one place I've always wanted to go, to see birds like our own free and all over the place.

Why is the future in our own hands?

Because without money, without being able to buy or sell, we have to get 'creative'. Back to nature, back to growing things and making things, and sewing things...

A good source said that even though the 'max' scene isn't the actual 'Mark' of the beeeeeee st....from people who have been high up and deep in the system, its a precursor to it. 

Remember, when need be, Spirit will help and guide us.

Right now, in AFF gan ist stan, the Christians know there is a target on their heads. They were one of the fastest growing churches, along with one in Iran. Remember, trying to convert a Muslim is a deadly crime--you will pay for it with your life! And there isn't anyplace else that the Christians want to go but their church. Even though soldiers are coming in and shooting people up in their churches. They know it might be the last thing they do, the last they will ever see their family. But, from a first hand source, when it was going down  initially, there was a surge of peace and calm and FAITH amongst the people--this was on a live call to someone here. Then there was screaming on the other end of the line, then silence. These were martyrs right then and there, a whole bunch of them. 

These people are doing what they have been called to do.

What about us?

I get more and more depressed when I think about my exemption application.

Someone I know, someone Christian, who was my doctor and is open to Reiki and the like, just posted a prayer request. His wife is in ICU with Covid pneumonia and it's very bad. 

On the one hand, being a physician was my hope and dream, and fortunately, the training can't be taken away from me.

I'm not sure if the hospital is where I want to be, for the next surges. A lot of people don't like to think deep. They are thinking simple. They are thinking, one round of this with shots and then it will go away.

I don't blame them. All the movies and TV shows have a pleasant resolution of conflicts by the end. It's so easy. I can tell who watches lots of lots of TV.

I can tell most people don't think like a chess player--several moves ahead. 

And very, very few know about the Georgia guidestones. 

I've 'seen' him. The AC. He tried to pop into my head, and I wouldn't look or engage, I turned away. I saw the build, that was about it.

Laurie Cabot tried to pop into my head the other day. I wasn't sure if it's her time to go. But with her, I repeated what my Aunt Ellie said about her:  she went to school with me, she is a very nice person, she is good.  This is also the approach Jessie C takes, the looks to the best gifts, the kindnesses, and gives the rest to God.

Oddly enough, Magenta P was excited because a spirit told her to learn all she could about Cerridwen. That's one of Laurie's favorites, she makes an oil called that. I have it. I also have the black feather one. There was a time I looked up to her because I read her books, and they helped me to work on things of Spirit, which we don't get much chance to work on otherwise around here incarnate. But now I know. I know the truth. Cabot family is bloodline hierarchy. But officially, and cordially, I leave it at that--Laurie Cabot went to high school with my Aunt Ellie, she is nice and a good person. And I pray to Jesus to help her when it is her time to die, because it's a horrible way to go, in those circles, in those ceremonies. 

I have been very, very close to Archangel Michael. And Ross. I need them to help me through my day, as the pressure and nerves are building. Ross guided me through every step of my day, I gave it to him, because on my own, I'm a nervous wreck. 

Here is a wonderful way to approach these times:  try to keep it upbeat!  He's right.

The most helping hand is the one at the end of your arm.

Learn the skills.

Today I did a calculation for how much water we would need for cooking, cleaning, and eating. That's about five gallons per person per day. Well, if we had a one hundred gallon tank, that would last us ten days...

Be ready, just in case.

Pray for everyone, and don't get too sucked into the news. Our hearts go to the areas affected by hurricanes, and to the people who have faced it once before. There shouldn't have to be twice, ever, but there is. We send Reiki, healing and love, for the safety and well-being of all life in this area.

Ross

What Carla is saying, is to prepare yourself mentally, emotionally, and perhaps, physically, for unanticipated challenge.

This goes back to her anesthesia training--where you sit during the case and imagine what would be the worst thing that could happen at that moment and what would you do.

This also activates the brain on the resilience part, and develops a 'can do!' attitude, which can be lifesaving.

Remember what Ronald Reagan said, 'the scariest words in the world are I'm from the government and I'm here to help'.

Work on your support system, your network, and community (as shown by the church in Afghanistan) is a way, perhaps not the only way, but an effective way to life when dealing with oppression. 

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

Roll'em!

 

Last night Ross wanted me to write. I was too sleepy. 

Look at the Schumann resonance frequency.  It's building up. 

The bunny guy made a new video and he called it the Harvest--they took the healthy baby bunnies to town for pet shops. It made a big impression on me, because he talked about the does (mama rabbits). Some will stress and eat their babies to 'protect them'. Others will refuse to nurse their babies. So these moms don't have good temperament. He won't let them breed, because even if he did, the babies would be likely to do the same thing.

It made me realize, a little, that perhaps The Harvest is what's going on with souls in these times?

As I grow, I realize some things are especially beautiful and we are fortunate to watch. I went to my first water polo game recently. And then today, there was more of the tournament at my father's old high school. It was special to watch the sport. Even the kids in the match before our own school's turn. It's man on man out there in the water. The opponent tries to drown you. But you fight and keep pressing on.

I found something insightful:  cool new video. That's why I didn't post the other rabbit one. I'm trying to limit your time watching things. Check out his other videos though, he's good.

How am I?

Nervous.

The forms provided by my work don't look so encouraging for me to get exemptions. I'm praying on it. We only have forty Covid patients at the biggest hospital and way less than one hundred system wide.

It's not like before.

Anthony just came home.

I gotta go.

Ross and I love and bless you. He says this is enough for today.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

Daily Update

 

I went to work this morning for the first time this week. I arrived very early, and in my N95 mask, for my official 'mandate mandatory' Covid test.

I had to fill out a form, and also, write my name and ID on the sticker labels. 

And I had to put the swab in my own nose and stick the business end in the test tube myself. 

For all the hype from upper management, the workers don't really seem to notice whether or not I've been--you know. I always wear an N95 at this worksite, ever since summer, because Spirit warned me that there was Covid there. And it's true. A high caseload, but not the highest like the last surge. 

There isn't extra eye protection available. Pre-op nurses wear it. 

I tell you, if you are a 'masker', you need to wake up and smell the coffee, about eye protection. The mucous membranes in the eyes and the tear duct system can be a route to infection as well as touching your nose or mouth or going without a mask.  All hospitals need workers to wear eye protection. You can have side shields on your glasses, those fake hospital 'blade' style glasses over your glasses or eye, a shield without foam at the top, or one with foam on your forehead. We have to clean and reuse everything but the foam one. If you are in a Covid room, then after that room, but if it's around the hospital, it's after your shift.

I know my friends who are 'politically correct' can harbor a large viral load and shed. That's why I wear my mask. 

For exemption, it's daunting. I can't sign as my own doctor on medical, and I need some other caregiver to sign off on me. For religious, it's tough, like 'twenty questions'--what holidays do you have, where do you go to church, how often, have you ever taken a vaccination?

From the hospital, I've heard there's shortages of workers. People leave for other states that pay better. Or they leave to avoid the Covid. I was told this in the O.R. today.

Other 'tidbits'...someone knows someone who works in the facilities where the migrant unaccompanied minors are housed. They can't bring a phone or camera into the facility. They were kept before at a downtown Long Beach venue. But the young girls kept getting pregnant. It was the workers who were abusing the girls. So, they packed the kids up and sent them all to the Pomona Fairplex. And guess what? More pregnant unaccompanied minor girls. And one was raped so much and so violently that the pelvis broke. 

That's real news that you won't hear because it's censored. 

The news in the O.R was of gruesome events in Afghanistan. People couldn't stop talking about that, and about Biden's performance, or lack thereof. These are 'middle of the road' and 'not political' people. I had to shield my eyes in the doctors lounge to stop from seeing footage of it 'after the explosion'. 

What we are seeing is trauma-based mind control, only a deeper level of it. This makes people more suggestible and afraid. Easier to control. The repetition is key to the programming. 

It's on a very broad scale.

I wanted to shout at the entire OR staff, including the surgeon, as they pondered this and that about the current events, 'IF YOU UNDERSTOOD THE REALM OF SPIRIT YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND THE NATURE OF THE CONFLICT IN THE MIDDLE EAST!!!'

Instead, I smiled, focused on being loving, and was supportive to their concerns and musings. 

That's why we are here.

And also, this is why we are here:  https://johnsmallman.wordpress.com/2021/08/26/as-humans-in-form-you-do-need-your-egos/

Ross is good and tells you he loves you.

It's time for bed for me.

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Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Twins

Time To Focus

 

Ross wants me to write, so I will. 

This is real here, a belief widely held in healthcare:  https://www.wibc.com/news/coronavirus/nurse-doctors-frustrated-with-how-many-covid-patients-are-unvaccinated/

A dear friend announced the passing of his father, saying that we should get vaccinated, because his father's death was 'totally preventable'.

At my work, they are pushing, and pushing to force everyone into obeying the mandate Governor Newsom made for California.

Yet at the same time, articles like this, are published and then censored off the internet!

Here is something I'd like both sides of the issue to read:

The first is from the head of UC Davis Healthcare, and the second is a comment:

But this time the challenge of healthcare workers seems different. A shift in public sentiment toward the pandemic is quite literally, putting the mental and physical well-being of our dedicated men and women on the line every time they walk in the door to work. 

We’re helping as much as we can and we need the help of our community. 

1. We require masks at all Davis Health System facilities to keep our staff and patients safe. Cussing and threatening our security staff, registration staff and nurses will not change our position on wearing masks while here. You will find this same requirement at all hospitals, doctor’s offices, or clinic settings. If you are not going to wear a mask, you have the right to seek care elsewhere.

2. We will never run out of compassion, but we are overrun and working as efficiently as we can. In the past two weeks, we have doubled our volume in the ED and in our urgent care facilities, but have been unable to double our staff due to a national nursing shortage. It will take longer to be seen, sometimes much longer. Your patience is needed as we care for each person in line ahead of you. 

3. COVID has changed the rules on how care is delivered. We base our processes (drive-through care, telemedicine) on the best science to protect you. We understand this is frustrating and difficult, we wish it were different too. Swearing, chastising, and throwing vomit at us does not make the situation easier for anyone. We are providing the best care possible, please don’t make our job harder.

4. We too suffer COVID fatigue. We are caring for more COVID now than when we surged in early 2021. We see very, very sick people and unfortunately, we see death. It is painful when people call you a liar on Facebook or in Walmart.

5. We are here for every patient. Mandated by our professionalism, we focus on the disease, illness, or injury in front of us. We show no bias based on any personal affiliation. We ask that you return this courtesy to our providers, nurses, security personnel, and all others who work here.

Healthcare workers are caring for you and your families in circumstances that, honestly, none of us have ever dealt with. Please treat our healthcare workers the way you want them to treat you. I believe that if we work together, we can overcome this new challenge. We’re here for you, always.

Thank you.

Dr. Chua

Mother, Daughter, Wife, Friend, Community Member

Chief Medical Officer

Davis Health System

EC

Our exhausted healthcare workers should stop treating anti-vaxxers — leave them out in the hospital parking lot to be saved by their YouTube “doctors” instead.

What do you think of it? Myself, I was struck by the number two, with the national nursing shortage. 

The other is that tempers are running short, people are starting to reach the end of their coping skill level, and are resorting to acting like toddlers who didn't get their way.

No matter what side you are on, cussing, chastising, throwing vomit, spitting, denying care are all signs of a lack of love. People are at the end of their rope. 

And it is with this focus we will leave you to reflect on what is going on in our midst.

NOTHING is going to make this go away any faster. NOTHING. Look at the infection rate in Israel. 

All of this is part of a large, very well thought-out plan, which people can't even begin to grasp. Not just because of the scale of it, and how it is hidden in plain sight for hundreds upon hundreds of years...but because there is a spiritual component to it. 

(turtle)

Ross wants me to share something with you. It's not that we are turtles and we can hide. It's that it's never too late to change.

My beloved turtle Rafaella, who I got in medical school, has very long toenails and some of them are falling off with her toes. It breaks my heart to see it. I've taken her to a herpetologist, and he didn't even say to trim them.

A ten-minute online search helped me to see the error of my ways. By feeding her her favorite--bananas, with rare snails and grubs and meat--with floaty sticks, I've not let her get enough calcium. And without sunlight, she has no vitamin d. This causes a problem where the turtle takes calcium out of its bones. 

So today, I printed off the articles on turtle diet -- fifty percent protein, thirty percent vegetable, and twenty percent fruit.  They say to mash and chop everything together so they can't avoid things they don't like that are good for them. The author took two years to train his turtle to eat a good diet.

I remembered on the list, fresh figs have a better calcium to phosphorus ratio. So right now, behind me, she is eating fresh fig and very happy. 

I fed her what my mom fed our turtles in the past, and what she likes. I didn't know. But now I do, and hopefully, with a good diet things will turn around for her. 

And yes, we do trim nails and beaks on turtles--it's part of the animal husbandry. But it's best to have a veterinarian do the beak.

With my bunny, she had another round of poopy butt. It looked so painful two days ago. But today when i checked, my treatment worked beautifully and I was able to trim long hairs off her tummy. I soaked her in povidone-iodine spiked warm water for a sitz bath. Then I put a fifty fifty mixture of silvadene and honey on her tummy. I ordered more silvadene from the vet, and saved a trip (and the expense!).

We are natural healers. Our intuition guides us. 

My close friend and colleague Stephanie did this beautifully with her son, who is on the mend from the big C-V. 

Here is something else that helped her. You might be interested in it too:  https://thesilverplatinumflame.wordpress.com/2021/08/25/my-journal-august-25-2021-merlin-the-shield-and-the-jab/

Ross says that is enough. Tomorrow is the first day I go to work and get tested. 

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Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

What The Hell?

 

Ross really liked this title. He's laughing a little at the cleverness. But first things first and we will proceed to the meat of the subject...

Congratulations for doing your best in a difficult, non-conventional war that is taking place. It is an information war, fighting for the psychology with the highest forms of persuasion on the planet. It divides homes, workplaces, friendships. So give yourself a huge pat on the back. 

Second, for those of you who are, like me, facing 'mandates', this article might help: http://2012portal.blogspot.com/2021/08/hold-light.html. I just read it, and it helps me. I know intuitively, I had told myself to just make it to Christmas. Just hold on, hang on, and do whatever it takes to get there.

For a little fun, especially if you are a burnt out healthcare employee like me, check this out:  https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamanetworkopen/fullarticle/2782994

If you'd like to fuel the fire, check this out: http://www.phcdocs.org/Programs/CalVaxGrant.  Fascinating. I've seen reimbursements going rate was forty an administered dose. This is above and beyond. I always make it a point to follow the money, I know nothing really IS free. Someone pays for everything. So in knowing this everything makes a lot more sense. 

As for me, I'm really taking it slow. I went from healing from mom--I'm still a little down from her anniversary and missing her--to feeling like I am an 'Instant Crone' now that Anthony drives!  I actually had a purpose at home today, making breakfast, lunch and dinner. I did a lot of dishes and laundry. I spent time in Bible study, meditation, and gardening too, to help. 

Lisa Frideborg, 'free', had a wonderful tarot guide to think of two fun things to do, and to pick one today, and do it. It's very insightful to see I don't really HAVE fun, or remember how to have it. That's because I've been in the busy 'mom' phase, chauffeuring my kid around and making sure he had rides if I couldn't. But I like water, I enjoy watering the garden so that's what I did. 

Here is a video that was helpful to watch, and it's non-partisan, non-biased--very soothing:  video

Back to the title.

I realized it's time to take the Hell out of Healthcare. 

It really is.

I read story after story of physicians who are counting the days till retirement. So many talk about 'the suits' (people with MBA's who aren't doctors or nurses who run the healthcare systems). I saw this on the FB type social media for doctors called Doximity.  If you're on it, they tell others in your friends list 'so and so liked or commented on this post!'. It basically ratted me out and a colleague wanted to make sure I got the jab 'so you don't die'. It's difficult. So be savvy!

I also have been looking into cases in the area. Lots of people wanted to get out of the hospital, to go to homeopathic, or to do something besides 'conventional'. America's Frontline Doctors has a radio announcer lady video about how she got care for her husband in ICU. It's informational. 

I see people who have failed their treatments from home, their primary care doctor--the ivermectin and zinc wasn't working. They ended up sicker.

Try to remember there's a difference between those who have recovered from it, and those who were never exposed. 

Right now, the never exposed, by any means, aren't doing so well. The numbers aren't good.

But to be fair, I also looked at the hashtag, 'protectyourfamily' and read some stories that are harrowing fro those who were, um, iatrogenically exposed with their full consent but not full informed consent...

Long story short, and I'm really working hard with Spirit to make sure I understand, but the Cobra article sort of helps confirm it, and definitely, the work of Michael Hague spells it out too--I think we are dawning upon a time where people are going to be hungry for Spirit. For the real thing, the real deal, for nourishment for their soul.  

It really is the logical 'end point' of this 'end game' as we move faster and faster upon the victory gameplan for the Dark ones who are implementing it. They want to create machine like, hive mind non-humans to 'win' along with their Georgia Guidestone directives.

This brings us back to the beginning. There is technology we don't understand. And there are plans so complicated we couldn't begin to fathom them. But our souls do. 

We are in an information war. 

We are in irregular warfare.

We are in a spiritual war.

The stakes are high. We are guaranteed a win at some point, so trust. But it's going to look and feel kind of 'bumpy' for a while. 

An effective tool is to reframe things to the positive. Here are some examples:

1. I am going to lose my job if I don't take the jab.  ---> I can do anything I want to do now, I have a fresh start. Besides, I wasn't that happy there.
2. I am not going to be able to go to work/concert/etc without the jab ---> I will avoid some pretty high-risk places to catch something.
3. My own hospital has plans to fire me if I don't comply! ---> Wow! I get a free ticket to escape the front lines and all that stress! Thank you!
4. How can we return to normal if everybody doesn't do what we are told? ---> let's make a NEW normal that is better!
5. We can't vote out the dark leaders, what can we do? ---> we can PRAY them out! Let's unite and pray.

Ross

Carla is adapting well to a changing environment. So far for the month, she has only had twenty-seven cases. It's one week of work. That is not enough to live. 

She realizes the time is ripe for change, and to make things work on her terms! 

In all humility, she has laid her career, her life goals, her plans, at my feet, and also, in the hands of Creator.

I have promised Carla she would have a 'nice retirement' and this is true in every way of the word.

Releasing control is an excellent step to getting yourself out of the 'matrix' of 'control' system, or, the 'Beast system' as Carla likes to call it. Your soul, and your guides, always have the means to protect you.

Carla, in meditation, had fears of the dark ones, and why they are here on earth anyway? That is when Archangel Michael came to her, to comfort her, and to let her know everything was going to be okay. 

Carla, in full awareness of the depth of plans for Alex programming (end times) to the neighborhoods and/or the risk of internment, put her beloved house and garden into our hands too. As a sign of trust, obedience, and love.  Carla has her priorities correct--Loving Creator, family, friends, work, community...but all of that can be taken away in a minute. So remember to keep your heart and soul focused on Home and to always remind yourself to be a wonderful ambassador from it.

It has been a long day, a tiresome day, with laundry, dishes, and adjusting to somewhat of an 'empty nest' and 'need to find new purpose in her life'. 

Here is an excellent series I showed Carla...rabbit farming for pets. Isn't this a wonderful idea, to share success and encourage the success of others? Carla heard the rooster and longed for the countryside...

Remember many things are out of your control. But you always, one hundred percent, have control of how your reaction is to various situations.

Keep this in mind.

Be strong.

God loves you.

And for those of you who are advanced students, watch this. You will read between the lines, look up and the picture, and understand what the message contained within it is--for you. Thank you for answering out call: Carmen Studer and Jessie C

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Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Twins who are of one purpose

Remembering Mom

 

Saturday was the one year anniversary of my mother's death.

It had been sudden, and painful, as well as physically exhausting for me. The last I had seen of my mom, was when I had been asked by her to cut her toenails. My sister and her had a disagreement, and my sister told my mom to find a solution to the problem, so mom called me. 

I had wanted to see my mom since January, but I didn't see her until early August. Because of her immunocompromised state as a kidney transplant recipient, and because of Covid--as well as my sister's family going back and forth as her caregivers/caregiver coordinators, and THEIR daughter being a kidney transplant recipient too...they were totally afraid of the Covid.

So I called mom every day, usually on my way in to work. But when I saw her, I saw with my doctor's eyes--swollen legs weeping fluid out of them, shortness of breath. I knew mom's two competing conditions--an aging kidney graft with weakening function, and tightening aortic stenosis--were advancing along. One of them was going to win. I did my best to cheer mom and tell her I love her.

In hindsight, it was the kidney that failed first. 

Mom never wanted to risk the kidney. That's why she said no to the dye used in the studies to figure out a plan to fix the heart. 

Dad had been gone since 2009, her mom since 2013, her beloved father since 1992. Even her brother had been gone since April 2020 but the family didn't know that yet, because he was estranged. She had been dreaming about being back in Italy, about her parents, about dad, for months now. 

She said she was ready.

When I got the call, it was a Thursday night. My sister explained what happened, how she called the ambulance, and because of Covid not everyone could visit. But to bring Anthony to the hospital to say his goodbyes. So at midnight in the morning--I guess Friday morning? We drove immediately the long distance to the hospital, which is closer to Los Angeles than my mom's home in Long Beach, which is a forty minute drive. 

As we called the ICU to be let in through the doors, we were told not to come to the hospital, because my sister and her husband were the only two visitors allowed.

We were shocked and said we were on the other side of the door, my son is very close, please just ten minutes?

And that's what we got.

For me, mom kept pointing to the breathing tube, and I kept ignoring it because I knew without it she'd be gone soon. 

Anthony kept sharing memories and mom nodded a little for him. 

I took in the room and saw she was septic with full pressor support. If the antibiotics worked, she'd live. If the kidneys had failed, then, that was it.

I never lie. My mom did, lots of social white lies to 'make people feel good'.

But when I called mom in the ER, before the intubation, just since Covid wouldn't let us visit, Mom said on speaker phone to me and Anthony, 'look, this isn't a good time for me to talk'. Her voice sounded scratchy and hoarse and short of breath.

I told my sisters, that I had spoken to mom, and she said she loved them very much and wanted them to know.

I totally lied. Just like mom. To make my sisters feel good at the end. 

Anthony and I came back home. But the next day, mom had signed the papers, she wanted the tube out, and that was it.

She had wanted to go home, get transport home, to die there, but no one would take her. My sisters were perplexed, but I understood. 

Both of them were in the room, 'two family members allowed'. and was stuck outside, using the sorta-potty and waiting for a turn to go inside.

When it was time for the extubation (death), my sister left so I could go in and be with mom and the pregnant one. 

Mom croaked something when the tube came out. I didn't understand it. I think Vanessa later said mom said, 'I'm ready' or 'I'm not afraid'. 

I saw the nurses turn off the pressors, strong infusions of i.v.medication fluids to help the heart.

And I saw mom's shock/surprise/disbelief in how quickly she wasn't able to breathe. 

Like the mice snake eats--after being unable to breathe, mom lost consciousness soon. The same glassy eyes. The same agonal breath movements. She turned a ghastly pale. On the monitors I could see the EKG go from tachycardia, to wide QRS, to slow bradycardia, to agonal, to asystole, just about as fast as it takes for me to write it.

The other not-pregnant sister was watching on video call and listening to Neil Diamond the whole time.

I saw mom enter the tunnel of light, she was very shocked and confused, and didn't want to go all the way up. My nana Angelina had to come down, grab her by the hand, and take her up. 

Seeing that startled me. It was the first time I ever saw anyone not be happy and run up with joy to Heaven.

On reflection, I think mom saw her little brother there, and freaked out, because no one had told us he was dead. Even the family didn't get told until October or November I think. 

Afterwards, I prepared for the long drive home--again. Anthony and I were hungry. We ate at Denny's somewhere, I'm not even sure what town it was in to be honest. It wasn't home. It wasn't by mom's. I was in total shock at the time. 

She was gone.

With not so much as a goodbye to me.

The year went by. I never spoke with her. 

I'm a medium. My own mom wouldn't say hello.

She makes her presence felt to my sisters and to Anthony. 

But not me.

So, in preparation for the anniversary, which is hard, I sent flowers to both my sisters. Flowers, since mom loved them, really helped.

Anthony left for his dad's, and I was on call. Just my luck, right?

But Vanessa texted me and said, 'it's raining, it's like mom's favorite' and I agreed.

Oddly enough, there were no cases. None booked. None added on.

I got to enjoy what the French call, a 'grasse matinee' (fat morning)--being lazy and in my pajamas. 

I went to the porch swing. I cried. I cried over everything. My mom's and my horrible relationship, where no matter what, deep down, we never understood each other. Over her being gone. Over having to work and not being able to grieve. Over my work situation now.

Then I saw Ross.

He was with mom.

They had a surprise for me.

A table was set for tea.

The only game--pre sister, pre rough times for us--mom and I enjoyed was having tea together when I was very little. She was 'Mrs Jones' and I was 'Mrs. Smith'. We would use fake voices and act super polite, and have cookies and milk together, or sometimes, weak tea with lots of milk in it. That was one of the times I felt pure, heart to heart joy.

Mom had special cookies for me, red ones I've never seen. 

I could tell she and Ross had prepared this one a long time.

I still cry now as I write it, because it meant so much to me.

I didn't get to stay very long.

But I learned something.

I told mom the reason I was always mad at her was because she never held me enough, I wanted to be held.

When my sister was one, she pushed me out of mom's lap, and mom let her.

I was never held after that.

The betrayal was intense. I always hated my sister and my mom for letting that happen, for not being fair, and for pushing me out of what was my birthright--to be close to my own mother! As I grew up, their relationship became a love-hate one that was way too intense. Their fights, which were constant, rocked the very foundation of our happy family we had experienced before, mom, dad, and me. 

Dad and I were like outcasts in our own family, and clung to one another emotionally for mutual support. That was when I became dad's 'boy', the 'tomboy', reloading shotgun shells at six, and becoming the first girl on a little league team in sixth grade--fishing, camping, throwing the football, all that good stuff.

I'm thankful dad had the time for me. And also thankful for the loving support of my Nana Angelina and Nannu Filippo, who were fully aware of what was happening and they as my godparents gave me extra love and affection.

I thanked mom for the visit. And also, for the light call. I was so thankful because she knew in life how much I hated call.

Only one surgeon called me in. Two cases around eleven thirty. I went back home after having a Philly Cheesesteak sandwich for Lunch and Dinner. I stopped by the crystal shop on my way home. In mom's fashion, I asked for a discount even though the worker didn't really know me. And the owner didn't call her back. She offered me a free crystal that was less than five dollars, of my choice, as 'a gift from the store', but I chose not to do that. 

I have a beautiful red lemurian point to remind me of mom. It totally has her energy in it.

Last night, when Anthony came home from his dad's, we had Kentucky Fried Chicken, again, to celebrate mom.

I'm so glad we made peace.

Ross told me to write about this.

And he wants you to know that if you have difficult relationships, not to worry, because once  they are passed, everything will sort itself out. 

And if you are lucky, you will have a special visit, or a dream, to help you understand the misunderstandings are resolved, as well.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

P and F

 

Hello!

I've been back for a week now. Technically I'm on call, but Ross asked me to catch up with you on our latest. As you can see, the title helps us to bypass certain 'checkers'--while getting the message later in the body of the test across.

I just got back from assignment to Lana'i. It was a big assignment. I won't go into the details of the spiritual work done. I will let you know a little about the history of the island, and also the current state it is in. In the past, native Hawaiians didn't inhabit it. The island was covered with bad spirits. Legend has it that a son of a chief did something awful, and was banished to the island to die, being sent there from a neighboring island (you can see four different islands from Lana'i--Molokai, Maui, Kaho'olawe, and Big Island).  Well the son got rid of the evil, and lived, and came back with a big welcome to his father. It was the 'pineapple island' for many years, going from Hawaiian ownership (nobody owns land, and land was divided like pieces of a pie to families/tribes)--to a Mormon using church money to buy property in his name--to the Castle and Cooke company ultimately owning the former Dole pineapple acreage. The last pineapple came off the island in 2009 or 2012 I forget. But then there was a bidding war with B. Gates and L. Ellison, and the latter won. It's HIS island now, ninety-eight percent, with two percent owned by the government.  B and Melinda were married on hole seventeen on the golf course. 

If you can read between the lines you can imagine why there were preparations for this trip, rules to follow, by me and me alone. I always prefer to work in silence on important missions. I don't say anything here or even in spirit. I just listen, watch, observe, and act.  Second, alcohol was not permitted at any time during the vacation. Even on the sunset cruise. No mai tai, no beer, no wine, nada. This is because alcohol weakens the aura, and with so many spirits running around, risk of developing an attachment was entirely possible. Finally, I was hungry most of the trip. Part of it is because there's not a lot of food on the island--expensive hotel meals, or inexpensive local mom and pop from like, three restaurants that's a ten minute walk from the hotel, and lots of the mom and pops just randomly close. 

I wasn't allowed or permitted to eat my fill. Not like on usual vacations. 

Why?

Because of the prayer and fasting.

Spiritual warriors need to pray and fast.

It goes back long time, most recent example was my reading last night, in Esther four, the whole chapter. Mordecai was a leading Jewish priest. Esther was Jewish. She asked all the Jews to pray and fast for her for three days, no food, no water, and they all wore sackcloth and ashes. Why? Because Haman the high priest/advisor to the king put a price/bounty on the heads of every Jew--and it was decreed to be killing season. 

Jessie Czebotar uses P and F. So do the Greek Orthodox guys. Even today I am on it, because of my work situation. I need guidance and I need help.

Due to the mandate, all healthcare workers need a certain medical procedure in the arm. The hospital system of three hospitals (including two where I work) embraced it totally. This is because right now, most of the hospitalized with the surge are un-you know what. Never mind that there is an outbreak in the O.R.of people who have had that certain medical procedure and they are exposing everyone! My job ends September 30, unless I am able to come up with an acceptable medical or religious exemption. My own physician, who was against this medical procedure, just went and had it, her and her husband, to keep her job. Inside story is, unless you say you are stressed out and need leave, only the CDC allowance of anaphylaxis is permitted. 

I am the sole provider for our little family.

I asked DM, who said to ask Ross, and he said he would take 'good care of me'. (I don't know what it means). 

There's a change perhaps ahead for me, in my career. An early retirement. The symbols I see are to be strong, and to go where I am appreciated. 

And there's a haunting premonition too, from Shawki Zuabi, MD, deceased (look toward end of article)

My career is in God's hands now. All I trained for. All I dreamed. 

And that's okay. No career is forever. I'm old enough to dip into my retirement and not be fined. But I'm not sure how to make the retirement last the whole time from now at fifty-seven to like, eighty-four, right?

Yesterday I gave anesthesia to a sixteen-year old girl. Every time I have a patient close in age to my son, I get emotional. I was crying as I gently, as only a mother could, sent the child to sleep for her surgery. I was crying tears of joy and gratitude to be in this position, to help in the way I've been trained to help, and to help with the team for her health. Our pregnant RN, Nicole, was also catching the emotions. Once asleep, I was able to complete all the tasks the patient needed. I love what I do, and I love my patients. 

I had lunch with some of the healthcare system internists and a cardiologist. Their work intensity is increasing too. They are up all night now, taking in new admissions. It's like, five minutes talking to a patient and then an hour of coordinating care and making phone calls and doing computer work. Eight new admissions takes eight hours, and also there's the already admitted patients. There's seventy on their service right now, just at this one hospital. It's a lot of work, not like the old days, and it's hard, very difficult work. With COVID, and having to do short distance telemedicine with all the protection, the patients don't know who their doctors are, and all the reviews on Yelp and things have plummeted. 

It's one day at a time around here.

For the P and F, there's many kinds. I was taught by the orthodox guys. For some it's no food or water. For others it's water only. For some it's just fruits and water. For Catholic fasting I used to do, on Wednesdays and Fridays, I only ate bread and water. Sometimes it's two meals a day instead of three. Sometimes it's going without something you enjoy. Spirit will guide you. Today, even though I'm fasting, I need to be a mom. And at Costco we bought danishes. Anthony loves them. I am to eat an almond one and say it's the best thing in the world with Anthony. Spirit said. I don't like danishes, and right now, all that sugar makes me sick just to think about it. But I obey. And the other meals, once Anthony is with his father, will be as Spirit directs. So it's not a hard and set in stone kind of thing. Just know to use it with love in your heart, not to let anyone know what you are up to, and to smile so people can't tell that's what's going on. 

Ross

I'm going to thank you for your kind thoughts and your patience and understanding. Everything is moving forward with the plan.

And like I told Carla months ago, even years, in our journal where I write to her, even though it may seem slow, things will happen quickly, and when they do you will be surprised and astonished how anything could ever have been so imbalanced like they are on the Earth plane. 

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

It is Time to Register and Let Go of some Deeply Held Feelings and Release

 

R

Ross asked me to write. 

He said to keep it short, so I am.

Yesterday I had a surprising result of meditation.

I was walking on the grass, and focusing only on the sensation, and being present in the moment.

I started to cry.

Emotions I had been stuffing down into my consciousness 'in the name of survival'--starting coming up.

A long time ago, when I quit my job to go to medical school, I told myself that 'I can stop any time I want, when it stops being fun.'

Unfortunately, I forgot to factor in the reality of medical school loans, of paying the bills, and of not really being able to be hired for anything else with my skill set. 

Yes, there are cool things I get to do, and very nice people I get to work with. It's not all bad.

But inside, the little child Carla, who has survived so much? The soul who has bravely gone forward with the Awakening, understanding and learning so very much about everything that is going on, and sharing this knowledge with others who are like-minded? Tears were shed.

Some were tears of relief not to have to keep all of that inside any more. To let Creator know how the journey has been difficult, how motherhood has been so sad being single and having to support my family with little time to enjoy my own son, and even less for my sisters and parents and extended family. 

Family is everything.

Some were tears of frustration. The stress of work, especially as of late with the whole pandemic, has absolutely broken my heart. I don't like to be in the situations I find myself in, and I don't want to be forced to decide things I am being forced to decide. 

Other tears were of wanting MORE, more time to connect with Spirit, because life is practically going through the motions because the only thing that is REAL, it's so hard to refocus life in that direction so you can support yourself and get as much of Spirit as you want/need/feel comfortable with.

Up until starting that mediation, I had no clue I was carrying around so much anguish deep inside.

I meditate daily, and am connected to my guides.

Brave little soldier is an approach that can only get you so far.

Take time to resonate and allow everything that is inside, safely out, 

It won't fix everything at once, but it will help you relax a little, and lighten the load.

It will also alert you that you are worthy of being heard and respected--even your deepest emotions. They count far more than you could imagine. And now you can rearrange your goals, to make way and to course-correct.

I asked Spirit to help me find my way, to listen with clarity to my inner guide, and to keep moving forward. I know Spirit will help.

That is all for me for today.,

Ross

Carla is on holiday.

As with all of her 'holidays off', they are in a manner, a 'working holiday'.

Carla is working hard for the cause and has accomplished great things for the big picture.

Carla focuses great resources to help right wrongs (spiritually) in geographic places. 

In this she has done well.

Her ancestors are proud of her work. 

I will help her with everything. 

As I promise when it is your time I will help you with what Spirit invites you to do too.

I love and bless and honor you. Carla does too.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple who are hard at work healing Gaia from within and from without

In The Crosshairs

 There has been a lot going on. First I'm going to share this change.org link because it sets the tone for what is going on over here in the healthcare sector.  My hospital system is freaking out. Why? Because the California governor created a mandate for all employees in healthcare to be, um, to have undergone a certain medical procedure.  The first email came and I shared how a nurse had argued against it. I was silent, because I knew the algorithm would pick up on it. I was glad she wrote it.

I saved all she wrote. 

At the time, I was like, 'I'm so grateful, because I can be tested at least twice a week, and still work'.

Well, that's not forever. 

Yesterday's email spells it out that without applying for medical exemption, or religious exemption, after September 30, there will be consequences.

In the meantime, the Q and A shared in the second email, said, to the question, 'well those who HAVE done the medical procedure shed virus too'--'we follow the CDC'. 

Of course. The administrators once were medical (nurses, perhaps, one is a physical therapist). but they don't 'get it'. They rely on one physician 'expert'. Looking at the business end, they can't afford for the hospital to be overrun with patients like the last surge where even pre-op holding got turned into an ICU. They look at the bottom line from when the OR closed to all but emergency cases, from having to pay extra hazardous pay to the nurses on the frontlines (I heard it was seven hundred fifty dollars a shift)--or anesthesia for intubation call (our check just came out this week, my boss is taking his cut, and writing ones to us--and certainly not anywhere near seven hundred fifty dollars a shift hazard pay--from the last surge it's actually less than half of what our hourly pay was the first surge from the government).

Everyone is reaching their breaking point with this pandemic.

And the less spiritually awake and aware, or the more fearful, are looking for someone to blame. 

With the numbers as they are--high numbers of not medical procedure sick and dying--everyone is putting two and two together. If you don't think about spirit, about the Georgia Guidestones, about evil darkness--well, yes, sure, go ahead! But if you do, and you want to know how ninety percent of the planet can be taken out with sickness and starvation--just move one chess move ahead. Take all those who have had it out of the picture. Instantly, everything is non-functional. Healthcare doesn't exist. Supply chains halt in their tracks.  We are dependent on on another to survive in our society. Even people who live in the boonies off the grid need certain things like a flour mill, or knives, or a stove and pots and pans to live...

Ross assures me again and again I will be fine. 

My plan is to apply for the medical exemption. 

I won't be allowed into the hospital without my big sticker saying 'I'm you know what!' on my badge. I have to show papers of testing. Until September 30. If the surge is really big, then, I guess I'm out of work and will stay home. But I will let them decide.  

Medically, the facts are that the Mayo Clinic found those who have recovered have as good a protection as those who had a medical procedure. And, even though the president of the American Society of Anesthesiologists sent out a letter telling us to be role models and encourage our communities to go through the medical procedure, the next communication said that if a procedure will make aerosol (Intubation) since those who did the medical procedure can and do shed, then ALL patients will need to undergo Covid testing prior to any anesthetic. Not just the un medical procedure ones.

Let's move on to the lesson. This one has been kicking around for about two days. Let's take the outer circle on the target above, the red one.

THIS represents the basic Abraham-Hicks type of Universal Law that frequency vibrations attract like. Thoughts are things. So, as a soon-to-be Ascended soul (Ascended again, I may add, because in fact we are specialists in this and that's why we were sent here to help)--monitoring the thoughts and keeping a basic fundamental frequency instead of wallowing in sorrow keeps 'the good things coming'. 

There's a little hiccup with this--with humanity in general. Secrets video 10:13 runtime.

The next inward white circle in the target, is how to clean up this natural byproduct of our intelligence, our memory, and our emotions as we grow up and live in this school called Earth.

As you can imagine, The Universe, if it hears you 'vibrating from a certain frequency' isn't going to ignore these hidden secrets. It will sound to the universe like a wrong note struck on the piano as someone is playing. And the Universe will send similar 'lessons'.

This is where the Way to the Way, by Hope Weiler Johnson is so effective. You allow these deep feelings, which if you are meditating and tuned in to your emotional milieu and spiritual wholeness--to come up. You acknowledge them, and thank them for their lesson. And then it just DISSOLVES. 

Hope is on Instagram and I think, MeWe, and she teaches us that everything we experience is a movie created by US, and that everything is meant to teach you something, but since it's a movie, nothing is REAL, because the only thing that is real is Home and LOVE. Eternal bliss is real. Everything else is just something that needs to be acknowledged and released. She has a book out called Unparenting. It's very good.

Let's go inward to the next red circle. This is where it starts to make sense, everything. 

Who is able to traverse the white and do what Hope teaches? Most likely the advanced students of the Earth School. Or the ones lucky enough to find Hope. 

What about those who are really on the other team? Or people who just don't feel that 'dissolving' is going to rid them of their 'hidden secrets' and the imprints that are left on their Energy Signature?

This is where Christianity has its advantage. 

There is complete and total forgiveness, and the person is 'made new'. It's well-accepted socially. There's a community to support the person. 

In the video link I will add later, Jessie explains how 'overcomers' (those who switched teams, from TWDNHOBIAH to ours) will confess to God, but also to other people, and break free from demonic influence. 

It's mystical and powerful, especially in this setting. 

The next inward layer, the circle of white, is how we are hurtling forward towards 'The Event' or 'Ascension' and everyone is working together like a team. Lots of this is going on behind the scenes right now. Here are samples of information:  

• The Schumann resonance frequency. It had a lot of white yesterday. The server is down so I can't link it here.
• Cobra Update. I hope it's true and accurate, and therefore, gives inspiration. I never know with him, I always take it with a grain of salt.
  
• Ben Fulford's story I love how the ninja told him he had to agree to the plan to kill ninety percent of humanity, and Ben said no, and ended up helping the asian secret societies...
  
• The Jessie Video. There's lots of advanced teaching in this one. It's worth the hour.
  
• Eastern Orthodox priest on the AC Be sure to listen until you hear his definition of catacomb Christian and crypto Christian.  This is an excellent resource for these times, I'd subscribe to him if I was you.
  
• One survivor's testimony Key points--the influence of the abuser in this story. The mother's reaction (lost her will to live, once she followed the teachings of the church with her son). The redemption. I call this a 'sidetrack'--and see how this boy's life got back 'on track'. His 'choice' wasn't really 'his' it was more of a reaction to the abuse. And now that is healed.
  

What is the innermost part with the arrow in it?

It's that tiny red circle here.

Cobra alludes to it. The dark ones are afraid of the 'polar shift'.

It's not that.

It's when we are fully Ascended, after the Event. Nobody can be fooled any more on that timeline. Nobody needs to shop for anything. 

We manifest.

We enjoy all of the gifts that the Holy Spirit has to offer. That Divine Creator (mother and father) has set up for us. 

I know that TWDNHOBIAH have taught marksmanship and gun handling to their little brainwashed ones/MK Ultra'd children for at least thirty years. I know they have Alex (end of the world) programming in them. I know that there's all the ritual and ceremony planned for generations to bring up the AC.  

All of those things are unnatural. Just like the holocaust.

Even if they do show up, it will come to an end.

Pray and work through whatever steps on the 'target' you happen to be in, and don't feel bad if you jump back and forth on them. 

Work hard to monitor your thoughts and keep them above a certain frequency. Don't allow tailspins to take you for long, with the exception to have something rise up and dissolve once you acknowledge it.

Remember all the imprints, the negative imprints on Earth? The ones the Divine Peace Healers heal?

Remember your imprints on you, add to Earth's. And YOU have the ability to acknowledge and release them (or give them to Jesus as you understand him). And then they will go away. This lightens the load, the drag, the resistance, and helps us to hurtle together through space and time, and spiritual energy--towards that point between the crosshairs.

Once you get the hang of it, be sure to be a resource for others too.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

P.S.    Ross   Carla has had only one case in almost two weeks! That isn't enough to pay the bills. But Carla trusts. She understands she needs the time to accomplish certain things. She knows her work hasn't been happy for her. And for a short time--a few months as Cobra says--she is prepared. But after that? Work someplace where you don't need the poke? 

I am taking care of it. And I assure her not to worry or to fret. 

She will have a nice retirement.

I promise.

Try not to get hung up in things that are 'downers' over which you have no control.

God will find a way. Spirit will escort you. Even if it comes to eating manna from Heaven...  wink, wink.

Be Still

 

Here is the Schumann Resonance Frequency for today click here.  It's off the charts.

Coincidentally, Ross had me try a new meditation. I had to just be empty with no thoughts and be still. That was long ago how I started to meditate. Over the years, it's more like a conversation, and I see and hear and feel 'over there' like I do here. 

Because of the incoming energies, and also, perhaps, a little bit of my life situation, Ross had me switch back to 'empty, empty, empty' mode.

And it's a good thing.

Some of my concerns are 'why aren't I working?' and 'what's going to happen?' (I use the new Reiki symbol for that one) and 'what is ahead for me?'

I tell you, some really deep 'stuff' is coming out. 

As a child I had to wake up early and go to the baby sitter because my mom was supporting the family. She had to work. 

I hated it.

I actually resented my sister a lot because mom chose to stay home once she was born, and she got to wake up when she wanted, not like me. 

It's hard to describe this unconscious anger and resentment from when you are pre-verbal and you KNOW something is wrong but there isn't anything you can do about it because you're just a baby. 

I had no idea just how much anger I've carried for so long over this, just under the radar. I know God prepared me for college and residency and being an attending, and also for the lack of sleep. I was able to get by on five hours sleep a night for many, many years. 

It helped me too because Anthony never had a 'nap time' that was consistent on the clock. It was 'more or less' and 'close enough'. If there was a family gathering around his nap time, oh well, we skipped it. 

I was also as kind as I could be for poor Anthony getting up super early to go to pre-school, but fortunately, mom was able to stay with us from birth until age two on mornings when I worked. He didn't have to leave his bed either, at least then. 

I remember whispering into his ear, when he was so sleepy and I was afraid I couldn't wake him up, 'would you like donuts?'. In a flash he would awaken with a smile and say, 'YEAH!'. Some mornings it was chocolate, others it was his favorite takeout place. But most mornings we had breakfast together at home, and I dropped him off at school. This is our only consistent memory from my crazy work life, and actually, some of his happiest memories are eating del taco breakfast in the car on the way to school. 

We can break the cycle as best as we can, and make life easier for others in ways we have had pain. But no matter how kind-hearted we are, and how functional, the pain will make its way known until we recognize it and release it. 

Ross is having a 'trust me' kind of guidance lately. And I trust. I realize a lot of joy has been taken from me, just through living life. And my cup is very empty. Even though I'm ending up with a longer vacation than my peers this summer, just through the fluke of 'being available on the call schedule' and 'there not being enough work', I have to admit that I NEED it. 

Anthony NEEDS it. Today he has work. Tomorrow he has school registration and then work. he's making his way into the world, but he still needs me to drive him around and pack his lunch. Once he has his driver's license, it's another story. I get to enjoy being his Uber driver for a few more weeks...then I can breathe a huge sigh of relief, because it's been a long haul getting him to this point, while working.

Yesterday Ross sent me to the craft store. I've been learning things in my classes. There are things I can make for others to help them in a spiritual way. It was delightful to go and prepare for something new. I've been learning a lot about healing. 

In places where there is traditional folk medicine, the people shun conventional allopathic medical treatment. 

The more I study, the more I learn that this is a healthy thing. 

My mom confided to me, that back in the old country, everyone knew what the priests did with the nuns, and what happened to the products of conception. Nobody said anything. Everyone still had to go to church like all day Sunday and all this other times too because it was a small village in Sicily and church ruled everything in everyday life. But mom, and my uncle, both hated it. Her parents didn't like it either.

She told me that when she was little her dad told her that the world was run by a very small council of like eight or twelve people who decide what wars happen and when.

People like this would be well aware that before certain multi-national corporations and corporate backers financed the medical schools in alignment with big pharma, everyone went to traditional folk medicine. They just wouldn't say anything.

When mom was little, and kids would get a cut or a scrape and were bleeding, there were no such things as bandaids. The moms would get some cobweb and put it in the wound. 

As a child who was in charge of the family first aid kit, I thought it was so primitive! Spider silk into a wound? How clean is that?

Well, actually, spider web, I can tell you as a board-certified MD, is a potent activator of thrombus (clot). 

That little village in Italy was way ahead of its time! Yes, spiderweb isn't sterile. I don't suggest it to you now, especially if you have diabetes or immune compromise. But for little kids exposed to everything back then when mom was growing up in WW2? Sure! It makes lots of sense.

I need time to be free. I need time in the garden, it has such a pull on me. There was such joy Anthony and I shared over our first lilikoi (passion fruit) that was ripe. I cut it into two halves and we scooped out the fruity seeds. It was a triumph. 

I need time to organize my house.

I need time to 'stop and look around' like Ferris Bueller says. 'Life goes by pretty fast'.

We watched the movie last night.

I see something new every time I watch it. This time, it's that the people want to have fun, like in the parade scene, and that this fun is contagious! This one is going to be really, really hard for the dark ones to override. I know social engineering has been actively getting people polarized and political. But underneath that layer, people are good. 

A friend of mine is Jewish, by conversion, and he has studied the Holocaust. He says times now are a lot like leading up to it then--rights are being taken away here and there, slowly, and the people don't notice. It's the same thing happening all over again...and he's concerned. 

I shared with him the teachings of Mr. Hague. These times are written. There's the AC calling the shots. But at some point, the Jewish people are going to awaken and take leadership even though it's the AC, and save a lot of souls. They will figure out what's up, and spread the alarm, correctly. He took great comfort in that.

That's enough for today. It's time to figure out what to make for breakfast. : )))

Ross is happy, I can feel him, he seems extra glad for todays message we are sharing. Even though it feels like just a chat as I write, I can tell he's very pleased with the message we have created for you.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The beautiful couple