The Secret Weapons

 

Yesterday, I was driving home through traffic, and praying very hard to be able to 'make it in time'. 

Our dear family friends had an appointment for their very-much loved dog--Anthony and the dog had been best friends for twelve years!--to be put down by the vet.

It came out of the blue quite suddenly ten days ago, and now the dog couldn't walk, wouldn't eat, and was suffering. 

It had been a random connection/chance that I had invited them to Anthony's graduation, and was told the grave news that 'this was the day'. I coordinated for Anthony to stop by at lunch to say goodbye. And unfortunately, for my work, I couldn't get there earlier, I was barely able to make it, even though my friend said I would be welcome to be there when he was put down.

Somehow traffic opened up. 

Achilles also did his part. The vet couldn't get the vein the first time. Then with the medicines his heart kept beating for longer and not stopping.

I got to the door right while he was passing. I was able to kiss his fur, pet him, and tell him goodbye one last time. 

My friends were very glad I was there, another dear dog friend was there (ever since I was pregnant I walked the neighborhood with the dog crowd, and Anthony's first word from his stroller was 'dog!'). I also was able to help take photos of the couple with their beloved pet after he had passed. 

There were lots of tears, lots of hugs and loving support. And I asked gently if I could take home a little bit of fur for Anthony, who had swim practice and couldn't be there? The vet kindly shaved a little and put it in a special container, for Anthony, for Jan (dear eighty-eight year old Jan thought she would go before the dog passed, because the dog had been so healthy), and for Achilles' mom and dad.

I came home, and Anthony was appreciative of the fur. He also wanted the same meal I'd bought him when my dad was dying and we were taking him out of school early to go say our goodbyes. He called it 'Death Food'. So I went and ordered it for our dinner, to help him in the loss of his dear canine friend.

During that drive, I saw Ross and asked him to take good care of Achilles. I realized how Achilles was so angelic. Trusting his parents. Accepting the end. Being loving to all. 

Ross nodded.

He gave me the gesture to write about it. I saw his hands on the keyboard.

There is a loophole in this Spiritual War, and it's the pets! There are so many angelic beings coming to earth and filling the roles of pets on Earth. And they are anchoring love and tenderness, as well as patience and so many of the virtues, wherever they are!

Even in the deepest darkest recesses of the Other Team, ritually abused MK programmed children are given animals to love. The animals might die a cruel and horrific death in front of the children to further traumatize them. As part of the programming process. It's routine and considered as nothing but to further the 'conditioning' by the Other Team. But I saw clearly that the love is REAL, and it is life-saving to these children, as it is one of the only joys they are permitted in their difficult lives. 

All across the globe, you can see the lights of these wonderful pets in homes, all kinds of homes and even 'homeless' homes--raising the vibration and frequency of the energy where they are.

It's no wonder one of the first 'things' or 'movements' was to get pets 'spayed or neutered' as 'the right thing to do'. The Other Team must have sensed something and tried to limit the number of slots available for the angelic beings to arrive! To embody it here on the earth! 

Our message is to pray for the animals. To give thanks for their presence as many are in fact brave and glorious warriors from the Higher Realms.  If you are able, open your heart and your home to an animal in need of acceptance. And if you are like us, not with a schedule to let you walk a dog consistently twice a day, well, share your love with a dog or pet you know. 

On the drive I saw Achilles jump into Ross' arms. He loves pets. He always lets me know when they made it there safely.

And I was surprised at how much better Achilles looked and felt.

"I LOVE MOM" he said.

'AND DAD"...."I HAD THE BEST PARENTS"

"I WILL COME BACK IF THEY LET ME" (the rules on the Other Side are 'they')

I was glad to hear him. And wished him well.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

Dying To Yourself

 

Rebirth.

Spring is a time of rebirth across the world, from the trees bursting into flowers, to the new baby animals being born on the farm and in the wild. 

It is a time of hope universally understood by just about everyone on the planet.

Except me.

And especially except me right now at this moment.

On the one hand, Hope Johnson, with her wisdom, has short-circuited the suffering. She backs way up in her perspective. All this world is fake. It's Illusion. She refuses to engage in the Illusion because it isn't real. Only love is real. Joy is real. Everything else is just bullshit. So why even bother with it?

I don't know.

Doing that, for me, at this time, makes me feel like I'm stuffing my feelings way deep down into my ankles and ignoring them. And this is what I've done for like, almost all of my existence here on Earth!

So that leaves me with the less pleasant option of feeling the feelings, experiencing severe emotional pain, and talking to God about it. Hoping not to dwell on the feelings, but to acknowledge them. And then to move on. 

What kinds of feelings am I experiencing?

The horror of being neglected when I was pre-verbal.

The hunger, the feeling of being soiled, and of being unheard.

Then, the emotional neglect of my parents. I learned quickly that love was conditional, behavior had to be a certain way, and besides that, I wasn't the favorite. I was unlovable. 

Making matters worse is my brain. It's on the spectrum. I don't experience life like a neuro typical person. I never can relax and just feel like I fit in. My own brain doesn't register 'love'. 

And after all these years of being single, the loneliness has built up.  I feel like a complete and total failure for not being able to manifest a partnership in the physical. Someone--obviously happily married--gave advice on Instagram to 'just don't take being single for granted' and 'celebrate it'. 

I'm looking ahead to a long, lonely, single existence until I die. 

Ross is definitely there.

But in his Spirit form, he's not going to take out the trash for me.

And he supports me well, even did me a miraculous favor yesterday at the ballpark. 

Even Ross can't fix the self-hate I have learned across all of my incarnations. I know I am lovable. I know how to treat myself well. I enjoy friends and their support. Blah blah blah blah blah.

I want to be understood, I tell God. 

I want a friend who 'gets me' and I want to be HELD.

I want to be held for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours I can't handle this being alone. 

On my shoulders rests a burden of supernatural knowledge and responsibility nobody on earth except for a handful of people can even fathom. Yet for all this weight, does anyone 'higher up' or 'here' actually listen to me? Again, only a handful of people. 

When it came right down to it, I was thankful for my pets. 

I'm thankful for my son. It's funny, I'm not used to saying that term. I was taught by the master of the court to always say 'our son'--for legal reasons. It isn't until he turned eighteen and legal I've allowed myself the small pleasure of calling him 'my son'. They let me know loud and clear at the time of the custody he actually technically belonged to the county, even though I paid for everything and had physical custody. Because of the issues between his father and me, then, he wasn't just one way or the other in the eyes of the law.

This morning when I woke up, and I confided to God, 'why am I so unlovable and how can I live like this any longer?' I felt the tingles and the warmth from Spirit. God knows. God cares. Ross knows. Ross cares. My friends know, and my friends care. My patients, my colleagues, lots of good people out there care.

It even says in the Bible, 'if a mother forsake her child, I will not abandon you.'

My own mother didn't love me.

Maybe as far as she thought she could she did.

But she chose a cat over me.

Not only my sisters.

She loved that cat. She knew it made me sick. But she had to have that cat. I couldn't even go in the house. If she hadn't had a kidney transplant that cat would still be there. 

I know my dad took the cat to pound. To keep mom away from the litter box and germs. By her doctor's orders.

They lied and said that the cat died of loneliness while she was in the hospital.

That cat would still be there. Because my mom felt she was 'feline' and she resonated with the animal. 

How would you feel with all these reminders everywhere, of what is more lovable to your own mother than you? Seriously. You can't escape the images of cats. And people LOVE their cats. Just like mom. Mom was normal. 

I'm not. I'm on the spectrum and I'm allergic.

Sure dogs are good. We had dogs. I told them my deepest secrets. Never humans. And at least God gave me a rabbit, a bird, a snake and a turtle. Because of my allergy I can't hold anything warm and fuzzy like a cat. A rabbit is warm and fuzzy but they don't like to be held. Once in a while I get to pet her. 

Instead of the warmth of touch, from caring humans, at least there's the warmth of the sun. 

And hopefully, in time, with me acknowledging and releasing all these horrible feelings that are coming up, I will get one day closer to realizing the whole stupidity of it all. How the Illusion, painful as it is, is a big fat lie. No matter how much I would love to fit in, I can't. And ego gets to die a thousand deaths, for itself and all the dreams it once had of being happy. In 'that' ego view of 'happy'.

I can die to my own hopes and dreams. 

And submit to my Life Plan, whatever the heck I was thinking when I wrote it. 

And count the days until I'm let go from it. So I don't have to feel the pain any longer. This world is absolutely brutal when it comes to partnership. Only one person acknowledged it correctly. I saw him. He was talking about needy people. He said that if you put a plate of spaghetti in front of someone who hasn't eaten for weeks, their need for the spaghetti is going to be a lot different from someone who has had access to normal food. I am so hungry. I'm used to Home. I'm stuck Here. And Ross is around, but not Here. It's enough to drive anyone to complete and utter hopelessness, as the Spiritual muscles I have to use to even communicate with him have to be worked to exhaustion, every, single day.

I don't know what timeline we are on. I don't know the future. I don't know how many bumps and things we will see. The book of Revelation and End Times is daunting. I myself would rather just skip it. But it's supposed to be some great thing. We are 'lucky to be alive' in 'these times'. 

So I focus on the now.

Even though being incarnate is a source of my pain, it's also a way out of the pain.

Concentrate on being Here and Now. The smells. The sensations. And don't try to be anywhere in the past or the future. Just Be Here Now.

Complain to God. Don't stuff it down to my ankles and let it fester.

And give thanks for all that is. It's a struggle for everyone, I know. Even Paulina the supermodel is struggling to learn to speak up for her needs. If it can happen to her it can happen to anyone.

All these years in Medicine, I was so overworked, I couldn't feel. Now I'm in outpatient, all this stuff is coming up. In a way, it's a good thing. And I pray my natural stubbornness can kick in, so just like Hope, I can learn to laugh at how everything is fake and Illusion. And isn't REAL.

Ross

Carla is my wife, my Twin, my companion, my confidante, and my love for all eternity. 

Carla is used to this, has grown accustomed to this.

She is my Queen.

Here in the Heavens, part of her doesn't understand how painful it is for the part of her which writes this to be incarnate.

It's kind of like the difference between reading about taking a difficult hike, and actually hiking it. The heat, the dust, the insects, the hunger, the thirst are all part of being on the trail that appears to go 'straight up'. 

That is the struggle.

In dealing with the things of an immediate nature that will quickly be forgotten and the glory of the hike will be in the memory banks!

There was a lot of pain in both of us when we were incarnate together--not the physical pain at the end of my life only, but a lot of pain and misunderstanding leading up to that too. I remember how it felt. To look toward the end of one's life...it is sort of like a three day trip to Paris...you want to see all the sights but there is only so much time...

I helped Carla's favorite player hit a home run last night to win the game. It was the humble one who catches, and once caught for a no-hitter, the one whose father was a baseball players too. Carla was praying for him with all her might, just walk, get a walk, get on base! And CRACK! On that last pitch the ball was hit out of the park! Much to her wonder and delight and joy for this humble person, who 'does whatever he can to help'. This one has been picked over and shoved down to the minor leagues AAA so many times. But he keeps showing up and helping when there is need. 

Carla knows I did that for her. She knows in her heart. And it brings her joy. 

I love her, and she loves me, we both know it.

The damage from her early life is now rearing its ugly head. And we both feel it is better for her to deal with it consciously, rather than to unconsciously react because of it, as she goes through her life. 

Carla is lovable!

But Carla is also UNCONVENTIONAL.

And this is the part of Carla she needs most to learn to love and accept. Even if it is a long, twenty-to-thirty year lonely wait until she returns to the world of Spirit where she can return to my loving arms. 

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

The Struggle

 

The energies right now are very intense. There's a partial/full eclipse going on. The sun or something is in Aries, but there's Pluto involved too. I'm feeling spiritually tired. Almost like I'm not ready to complete the journey or whatever. 

A lot of the things, the deep childhood things I'd thought I'd healed from already, are coming back up.

My insides feel raw and jagged, emotionally. 

There's no way to go around it, no way to skip feeling it, and just patience to allow it to pass. I speak with my teams daily about what I am feeling, and how I want to feel. That's part of the healing is to be able to speak up on my own behalf.

But being able to manifest it?

Well, that's a different story.

Remember how I said that the media was going to skew things heavily in certain directions, shockingly skewed? There's a lot of people who are being affected by that. 

For me, it's just the realization of how deeply in Survival Mode I had once been, taking overnight call so often for all of my career. Even now, I have long days and it's grueling and takes stamina to keep up with the pace. It's like taking baby steps to be able to get back to where I once was able to write goals and pursue them--from little household things like 'honey do' lists, to bigger dreams.

There are some parts of life that are going beautifully, and this helps me restore myself. I enjoy the garden. And also, I'm making decisions to let certain things go. For example, our above-ground swimming pool. And I'm not looking back. It has been a huge, expensive battle to keep the water fresh and clean always. The pool vinyl is old now. It's time to let it go.

Health wise I continue my recovery from my knee surgery, it's progress, and I am thankful for this too.

Today I'm lucky to have a later start. I was able to write. Most mornings there is a huge time crunch so I can't relax and write.

If you are feeling a little on edge, don't worry, there are plenty of good reasons with the energies as they are. And if you feel like some unpleasant lessons are raising their ugly heads again, well, it's probably the energies too. These things should limit themselves and are not here to stay. Be gentle with yourself.

And if you haven't gotten the Pegasus Reiki attunement from Isabel Henn yet, you might want to consider getting it. It really, really helps to bring joy in very sad and stressful situations.

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Twins

A New Look At the Battle for Souls

 

The other day, the person who posts for Dolores Cannon on FB, posted something that made me a little upset. It was saying how Christians 'scorn' pagans, and yet the Christian holidays such as Easter are all adapted from pagan holidays themselves. It wasn't the words that were written, it was the tone of 'wanting to be right' that struck a chord in me.

Christian bashing is quite the popular thing.

And this is by design. The one who rules the world, even though Dolores Cannon says he doesn't exist, and hell doesn't exist, came to lie, cheat, kill and destroy. So by making Christians and the church look bad, He wins! He's going to be delighted for all the people who feel the need to be right to mock and hurt women, Christians, the weak, and freedom of the soul. Oh yes and the family too.

Yesterday I went to Easter Mass.

It was beautiful.

I haven't been in over ten years to Easter Mass.

I thought to myself, 'Carla you have studied from the best, Kerth Barker, Cathy O'Brien, Svali, Fritz Springmeier, and more...and you know what goes on behind all of the inner workings of the church. What has that knowledge given you?'

That's why I stopped going, I didn't want my money to go to the Church when I knew who was running it.

I realized that's ten years less of worshipping our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. 

And I felt in my heart, that even though I love Him dearly, I could have benefited from being around all those people who have no idea whatsoever of the infiltration, and continued my 'spiritual gym workout' for my own soul's benefit. 

In truth, everything, to all levels, has been infiltrated by the One who Rules the World, since the technique is to hide the ugly Truth behind human barriers of innocent people who know nothing, and to perpetuate the system by those who exchange worldly power for their cooperation and silence.

Nothing is new!

It was like this back in the times Jesus walked the earth!

It was like this back in the days of Noah!

It was like this when Lot's wife turned into a pillar of salt!

Human behavior, lack of morals, perpetuation of Babylonian/Egyptian worship, are as timeless as it gets!

And one of the top goals of Satanists, or Luciferians, the 'High Adept' level ones, is to distract people away to worship something else besides Creator and Jesus. 

So in a way, they had gotten the better of me, as I recoiled in horror at their actions deep within the Church...but I continued to work and participate in the rest of society, which was also infiltrated.

But something really gets me.

The hatred for Jesus and God.

Why?

Why is it so out of control, so rampant, so severe? The liars can't hide it or control it on that one?

What if Jesus and God, mocked their Egyptian belief system, by coming back after three days death?

What if it's not Babylon superimposed on the Christian story, but instead, the Christian story putting the Babylonian most revered precepts back in their face?

That would be cool!

In quietness, and solitude, we are made whole. And in this yearning for knowledge, real, true knowledge--we can have eyes that see and ears that hear. Perhaps my ten years studying were necessary to open my eyes and ears as the sunglasses did in the movie They Live? And now they are open, I can live a quiet life, and enjoy the show. 

It's going to be a good one!

(Ross is smiling)

He says 'everything is illusion, and in illusion, all things are possible' and he shows me a unicorn riding a bicycle. LOL

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Twins

Then and Now

 

Back in the day, this was the worst thing you could do to someone. Publicly. 

Remember that not only him, but almost all of his followers died similar deaths, usually hung upside-down. 

That 'energy' that seeks to destroy and kill, that lying energy, wasn't satisfied with taking all of those lives. This energy is the same that God sought to remove from the face of the Earth with the Great Flood. 

All this stuff we celebrate today was Act 1.

This show isn't finished.

Act 2 is playing out in plain sight, only we have been conditioned to believe otherwise. This is like the orchestra is playing the theme and the curtain is lifted and we see 'that energy' freely 'doing their thing' and ramping up for 'End Times'. It's been written, but in ways that are difficult for the lay person to understand.

If you are so moved to increase your understanding, one must remember Biblical time isn't linear like 'regular time', different stories connect together to create time  prophecy, and also, it helps to read things like Jubilees and the book of Jasher for more context. 

It's not necessary for you to understand those things.

How can you see what is hidden in plain sight?

Well, 'this energy' has grown very careless in 'hiding what it hates'. If you look for this irrational, all-encompassing hatred, it will help bring clarity. Remember the liar who seeks to kill and destroy has lots of planning, lots of layers of its 'system', and the 'system' itself has built in protections to save it from being destroyed. 

When a couple is deeply in love, and is so moved accordingly, during the physical act that is sincere, the Matrix doesn't exist. There is a quantum unleashing of energy in that brief moment in time, and Truth is experienced by both partners. There is a weakness in the Matrix. 

The system is going after that right now. Taking away the rights of the parents who co-create with Divine Creator in making New Life. Because 'the energy' hates that they are working with Creator. 'The energy' wants to destroy and demolish everything from 'Creator'. And twists the language too.

'The energy' is going 'full court press' against the next generation too. Persuading the innocent, maiming the youth, and creating conflict for people who just want to go and live their lives. 

Followers of the one who died today, many years ago, are finding themselves increasingly--both figuratively and sometimes literally--in the cross hairs and the target of all this 'energy of hate'.  It is increasingly difficult to just go and live out your lives. 

Add to this the mainstream media, and anticipate that the 'skew' is going to amplify and amplify until rational thought is nearly drowned out by the deafening roar of propaganda.

What can you do? 

Clean your toilets every day. Straighten your shoes. Give thanks for your meals...this video here explains more. I like to think of these eight things to do as an addition to the five Reiki precepts. 

See clearly.

Step up.

Go back to basics.

Speak up, even when otherwise you might not have. 

Remember why you are here.

Be authentically YOU.

Exercise your boundaries. Set limits and speak up/enforce them.

If reading the Bible helps soothe you, then do so, and do it often.

Detach.

Have hope.

Do your best and angels can do no better <3

Ross

Want to say 'hello' and 'thank you for loving me'. 

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Twins

Exercises In Self-Acceptance

 

You know, it's been quite a lull with me and Spirit and this blog. At one time I used to wake up at four in the morning and write before work. I felt the energy of Spirit encouraging me to write. 

That 'surge' is gone.

My connection to Spirit remains the same. For example, first thing this morning when I woke up, I heard:  A gift that you would not expect to experience is about to begin.

It was so loud and strong and encouraging that I wrote it down.

What has happened is I have let go and allowed life's experiences, and my own healing, to happen at their own pace. 

In the world of Spirit, there is No such thing as Time. But for here on Earth, three big things happened recently.

The first was I was sent to the local conventional grocery store. I usually shop at a big box store and one of two more 'natural' type of smaller stores. To exercise my knee I walked up and down every aisle. I was shocked at the changes. Most ominous were the doors on the refrigerated sections that didn't used to have doors. I've seen in someplace else, Canada perhaps, Ontario, where the sensors are being put in. 

I'll write a paragraph on it. The reason that the WEF trained people are letting criminals in and take from stores without punishment is that they want the stores to go away. They want online stuff or like Amazon Fresh where you need (at the moment) a credit card to shop. It films all you take, and the computer adds the tab and charges it to your card. One day a mark of something not of God will be required to shop. So they are working together to push things to Agenda 2030 goals. 

But the other things I noticed? There's no more Ivory dish soap, at least not there. I couldn't see a single powdered detergent for laundry. I wanted to buy paper towels with prints on them, they make me happy. Nope. Everything is just plain white or unbleached brown. Joy dish soap has been bought by another company.  It used to be from P and G. I bought a bottle of Dickinson's Witch Hazel even though they changed the timeless bottle to something more trendy. I even bought a National Enquirer for old time's sake. It wasn't until I got home I saw that the issue was from January of this year! 

Times change. But I'm glad to know the things from the past that I enjoyed. I trusted in myself that those were wonderful times. I can treasure them.

The second thing was a real shock to my system.

My favorite cousin, who married into the family, is super Christian, just like my cousin. He also has a mental health diagnosis, his son and I have talked about it. But he is bright and engaging, and I totally look up to him. Especially for End Times stuff. 

It turns out, from a post on FB, he disclosed that he is bisexual!

My poor cousin! The wife! And him too!

I didn't know. There wouldn't in a million years had I have thought it. They seemed happy although they weren't really physical with each other. 

I walked around in a daze over it for a day or two. But when he posted again, something completely different, my heart answered the dilemma. Love is stronger than all these weird sexual things that exist these days. And let the heart love. Love it the only thing people notice. 

In case you are wondering about all those letter sexual things, my thoughts, and my own thought--not Ross'--I haven't asked him and I won't--is that they are physical representations of the androgynous Baphomet. And that Baal creature/dark energy came to steal and destroy. But people who worship Baphomet will make anything like it a protected class of people.  There's also an excellent article I read this morning by Cathy O'Brien click here for article on the subject. Her viewpoint is fascinating.

The third thing, oddly enough, was sparked by some random email from Marie Kondo. 'Why you should greet your home'. I did. I started to do it. And you know what? I realized that my home, messy and disorganized as it is, supports me and nourishes me. No I can't have guests. Yes there's lots of work to be done to streamline and organize it. But, that second piano from my mom's house, the one I learned on, gives me comfort and joy. For now, I need it. What's changed is I used to hate my house's mess, and judge myself harshly for not meeting the goal I have of a nice streamlined, visually uncluttered home. Well, I appear to have adult ADHD. I can't remember where things are I need to see them. And I've healed from complex PTSD. My attachment style is healing towards more secure attachment (I was anxious and avoidant). 

Even with my mom, whose anger really affected me in a bad way. The other day driving home from work, I realized her 'nice' (taking care of Anthony) far outweighed any 'mean' she did to me when I was young. Even the time she tried to break me--amateur psychiatry thing, that was brutal--when we had moved house and I didn't have any friends at the new school. I withdrew into myself to cope. And her verbally attacking me and accusing me didn't help our relationship get any closer. She made me cry. I guess she thought that was some big psychological breakthrough. But a simple conversation over my anxiety would have been enough. Anyhow, as I remember and heal, I acknowledge she had her traumas too. She did the best she could. And for the first time, I sensed her. She let me know she's watching Anthony while he's traveling on a field trip with his school. That gave me lots of relief.

I need to get ready for work.

But these three areas, accepting my age and the changes that go along with it, letting others be who they are and not blocking the flow of love from my heart, and being realistic and hopeful with my household situation is some really big growth. And even still, my priorities--kid first!--are bearing fruit. My son is contacting me and sharing his experiences from where he is. Daily. And I'm thrilled I was able to send him  with the school for this wonderful gift.  Traveling is good. And that's my early graduation gift to him. 

Ross

Carla has a lot of inner work and there are layers. But just like the fruit trees in this season, Carla's work is starting to blossom and to bear fruit. 

This is the work of a lifetime. And often, not only that, the work of multiple lifetimes.

Carla understand now clearly that from where I am, I no longer have the conflicts that once arose between us. She may trust in me that I won't hurt her. 

Carla is learning that as her Twin, I can feel what she is experiencing and sensing, none of that emotion is hidden. And that is why too, after watching lots of videos on Near Death Experiences, Carla knows without a doubt I have experienced her pain from our previous lifetime, just the same exact way that she experienced it, from our interaction together.

Carla too is finding the words to express her feelings she once felt and is feeling now. She longs for reassurance that her nervous system will get to rest and relax in my love for her. Carla asks for Divine Protection. My masculine Divine Protection. As well as for my permission and guidance on certain issues. This is rebuilding slowly the trust we once had when we were youths in our immediate past lives together. 

There is a place and time for each of you, after working on yourselves for so many hours and days and weeks and years, that progress will be worth it. And I encourage you to keep working on yourselves through living your lives each moment it arrives, and accepting everything. And not to judge! Not yourselves or others!

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namate,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

A Brief, Heartfelt Talk with Creator

 

I was up very early this morning. I had a little time to myself, as I was driving.

And I felt something, deep inside, and wanted to share it with Creator.

Ca:  God? I have to tell you something. I don't LIKE being alive here where some people don't love you.

Cr:  You mean this and what happened to my Son?

Ca:  Yes! Exactly! People just hate both of you and they act on it around here. I don't want to live anywhere like this ever again. It's awful. 

Cr:  (Pause) You know what it means, Carla? When people hate us like that?

Ca:   No, not really Father. 

Cr:   It means that those persons do not like themselves.

All of a sudden I understood that everything is Creator, me and you and Creator and trees and well, everything, even those people who hate...and because everything is connected and not separate...those people are in truth directing those angry thoughts right at themselves. 

I was surprised at how intelligent Creator is, how wise, and how matter of fact.

That is all I have to share for today. It's a lot to think about, isn't it?

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Twins