The Corollary

 

This is a time of social unrest. I believe there is more to it than that. There is a spiritual component as well as a power-play/political one. 

As a result, there are those from TWDNHOBIAH who are 'fanning the flame' by setting up circumstances that would make anybody crack under the pressure. 

On top of this is deliberate goading to get people upset through social media and current events. 

We know what George Carlin says about the news outlets and who owns them. We know who is in charge. And we understand the 'Illusion of Choice' George so accurately described in his comedy routine so many years ago. 

Here is a plan to reverse the lesson shown in the Teacher's Edition to apply it as needed to calm yourself down when you are upset by 'the news' and 'social media' and 'current events'. 

There are many ways to apply it. Long story short, for every person you see doing something UNTHINKABLE and horrible and bad, scan through your memory banks, and call up not one but TWO people similar enough to that kind of person who absolutely inspire you and work for Creator!

For example, let us take the young woman who threw the first punch and ended up seizing on the sidewalk. As a medical person that was really hard to watch. Especially with my own case of PTSD and history of growing up in a bad part of town. 

Who do I call up?

Marcus Stanley, who was shot and left for dead, but lived. He spent a year in the hospital recovering and needed to learn how to walk and dress himself again. He prays! Online. Prays beautiful prayers. He is a solid, upright, human!

And Selma Blair, my eighth grade Science teacher, who was from the South, extremely polite and proper and committed to bringing out the best in her students. She was pleasant and FIRM. And excellent teacher and I totally admired her as a role model.

As I was thinking of this, my friends came up. Beautiful souls--three in all--Keith Jones, Chris Reid, and Vaughn Masterson. Strong, good people who went to school with me. 

It sort of snowballs from there.

Have love and gratitude in your heart and give thanks for these wonderful, amazing people who help you to balance the horrors we observe in the news!! Good outweighs the bad. Every time. If you leave evil to itself it will collapse--there is no substance to hold it up indefinitely. It might take generations but it will fall. 

There are so many examples of people of all kinds who do horrible things. Hate the horrible things. Do not judge the person though. It is not our place to judge. Let that part go. And be on the watch for when you get that icky sense of dread from something you hear or watch or read. That will be your signal to search for two examples of similar background individuals you personally admire. This is the equivalent of putting a fire blanket on a fire to contain it and put the fire out--for emotions.

That is enough for today.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Cookies (he is giggling!)

The Teacher's Edition

 

My father was a teacher. Growing up he would be grading papers while we watched the TV. Sometimes he would let me grade them. I had the answer key and would use the red pen. It was easy and it was fun.

His books he had for the students always came with one special book in the set: the teacher's edition. This one had all the answers to the problems in the back!

Today the topic is a connection I made as I was falling asleep last night while thinking about the school of Life, Earth School, if you would be so kind. And this lesson/topic today, is 'balance'.

Please take a moment to pause, and take a few deep breaths. I need you to focus on this lesson, and let everything else just set aside for a moment. For this is a balance unlike one you have ever seen, or heard about, or experienced.

Let's go back in time to one of our worst experiences on this earth, ever. You are safe, it is okay to go back there, Ross is with you. 

What is it, for you?

Look at the characters/people who caused it to happen. Look at their personalities, their character traits, from a distance and with detachment/compassion. 

For me, it was the four neighborhood boys who tricked me, held me down, and raped me in a back room at their house.  I thought I was going to die.

Remember you are safe. You are precious. You are loved at this moment and this is why you are being guided through this very special lesson. 

Set the unpleasant experience aside.

Now search your memory for the Balance that was sent to you, the lesson in the complete opposite direction.

For me, it was a boy named Patrick who was from Pennsylvania. His family was camping in the campsite next to ours at Dorst campground in Sequoia. There was a big rock between our campsites, a huge flat one you could climb. Only I couldn't climb it.

Patrick gave me a helping hand. 

Patrick liked me for who I was and didn't ask for anything in return.

Patrick had been camping there before and checked the area out. He showed me all the cool things to see. We walked on fallen logs around a meadow. I saw skunk cabbage for the first time, and had read about it in a book at school.

He took me to a clearing in the forest. There was still a small patch of snow. But what he showed me was like a miracle! It was my very first time seeing Snow Flowers! They were red, and not leafy at all, and pushing up through the snow. 

He was so happy and proud to show them to me. 

I had never known such understanding or kindness in my entire life. I didn't understand where it came from. Or why he was so very nice and pleasant.

When his family left I cried. I was seven years old. I have never met anyone so pure of heart since.

These two experiences go together. And they show how although there is pain and suffering, the glory of Creator is far greater than the bad. 

My mother had a temper. I was meditating yesterday. I felt my father's presence. I confessed to him how terrified I was of mom. How there was no way to ever please her. I just shut up and hid inside my books to survive, counting the years until I could escape away to college.

My father had a terrible mother. When he moved out at seventeen his dad told him, in private, he was jealous of him for his freedom. 

I furthermore told Dad how even though I was close to him, it was hard, everything was on his terms. I couldn't call him 'daddy' I had to say 'father'. I couldn't say 'LOOK!' in excitement, I had to say 'observe!'. Then there was the throwing away of my toys if I forgot to put them away at night, and the utter confusion I experienced as a toddler where my toys had went. 

Mom was nicer to me when I was really little but the minute she got pregnant with my sister, she changed. 

I confided that I am a mess now when it comes to attachments/connections to others, I am lonely with Anthony growing up, and I guess I am a lost cause from here on out. I cried.

Dad had me think of what I wanted. What would have been better? I said for us to have been like when our family went camping! Everyone got along, mom didn't yell, we did cool things, and we enjoyed one another's company. It was always better when we were not home. 

Then I realized the balance for my mother was my Aunt Edna.

She was always kind to me, encouraging, and in later life I confided so much in her. She always had something positive she could find in any situation. She sent cards for my birthday and never forgot, even when I was older. I had asked her to be my sponsor for Confirmation and she had said 'yes'. She even sewed for me my high school cheerleading outfit that the school bought as a kit. She was gentle. Even when the family was all together, cousins, aunts, uncles, at a house in the desert for Easter, she would braid my hair so gently. Not the rip and tug brushing I was used to that made me proud I could not show how much pain I was having when mom did my hair. 

You could even say my Nana Angelina, too, was a balance as well. She only yelled at me twice in my life, I remember. Once when I got into her lipstick and tattooed/body art decorated my naked body while she was babysitting me. And the other when my Uncle who had treatments for nosebleeds was wrestling me and I accidentally kicked his nose and it started bleeding. Other than that, which I think were actually reasonable reasons to be upset, she was loving, kind, supportive and encouraging till the end. I remember even in her Alzheimer's, I was at her bedside, and crying because the disease was so horrible. She was sleeping or so I thought. But in a moment of clarity, she said, 'why are you crying? I would never want you to cry.' 

Look for the balance.

If you had a former partner who broke your heart, well, search for the one who helped you feel glad to be alive. You will find it. Even if it is just a briefest of meetings, you will see the Divine Purpose of the meeting, and how it emphasized there is reason to HOPE. 

When all HOPE seems Lost, look for the lesson, the lesson in Balance.

You will find it.

Ross adds it might not be a human but may be a special fur baby that was sent to help you find your way.

We hope this empowers you in your commitment to learning and success in this school of living!

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Couple

Time, Talent and Treasure

 

Yesterday was the second time I bought Girl Scout Cookies from girls and their mothers at a table right outside the entrance to a local grocery store.

I don't even like Girl Scout Cookies.

The first time I bought them I thought perhaps Anthony might like them when he is on Spring Break. But I thought against it, and brought them to work. And people there truly DO like Girl Scout cookies, and enjoyed them very much. 

Both times I bought, Spirit was nudging me very strongly to help the kids and the cause. 

It was like almost the last money in my wallet giving. 

This is the kind the Lord knows about and nobody else knows. 

But our resources are three types:  time, talent, and treasure.

Giving is important. Because of what we RECEIVE when we give, and furthermore because of the impact it creates through a ripple effect. 

When I take my car to the car wash at the local gas station, there are two workers on each end of the wash, one to guide you into it, and the other to finish drying off your car. A deluxe top-of-the-line robotic wash will run a little under ten dollars. A basic one is about six dollars. But when I tip, it is anywhere from three to five dollars to the guy who dries the car. He works hard. And it creates the ripple effect. I hope it helps cancel out those who do not tip, or give just a few coins. 

People need to support their families. Times are difficult. 

Yesterday I just listened. A surgeon friend had experienced some highly upsetting medical care outcomes to a loved one. She did what she could to help. And even got a reprimand from the hospital administration for looking into the loved one's chart to facilitate care. 'Are you on the care team?' the hospital challenged her.  She saved her loved one's life by finding a new team who would take care of them. I had plenty of time and I actively listened, making sure my responses and body language were all in 'support' mode. 

I can't tell you how important it is for others to feel seen, heard, and like they matter. People in your family. Colleagues. In my case, patients, but in others perhaps customers. 

Yesterday I heard of an eleven year old boy who gave his life to protect his mother. Her ex-boyfriend got out of jail, and was attacking her, even though she was pregnant. The boy fought him off, and took a knife to the chest, and passed. It is so terribly sad. He gave everything he had to save his mom. 

Why do I bring these examples up?

The squeeze is really upon us. 

The psychological one.  Prices are up. There is so little time to just relax and enjoy life. News is totally repetitive and sticking to an 'acceptable point of view' that is being promoted heavily in our world.  Things have gone many steps away from 'pure and natural' and the original blueprint for how this Earth works.  Our weather patterns are changing and I know geo engineering is legit as an applicable science, as much as I personally dislike it. 

In a flash yesterday, I had insight to a famous series of movies that were introduced in the late seventies. I remember being in the theater thinking, 'I am the only one here who knows that this story is real'. There was a great War taking place, 'out there', and I couldn't understand why the movie was bringing it up. But Space Life sure resonated with a lot of people, it was wildly popular. And I believe that on a deeper level some just under the surface remember too.

The one that disturbs me the most was the one where Han was featured. That place so dismal where he lived as an orphan slave, for years I have dreaded that perhaps that is the 'animal farm' that our TWDNHOBIAH team are preparing for us down the road. You know that 'hidden in plain sight' thing, where they seek 'permission' through a loophole in 'the rules'?

Last night I inverted it. And that was the revelation! That dismal, horrible place, that seemed like there was no escape, is how Heaven appears to the fallen angels. They 'escaped'. And their 'heroes' ugly as they are to us who are able to see them, are 'beautiful and handsome' to them.  So on one level, face level, in that movie, the resistance is a fight between 'good and evil'. But it is counterintuitive for TWDNHOBIAH to promote anything to do with Heaven, Creator, God, and especially that dude who died and came back.  Why make so many movies promoting good when they profess to adore evil? But if you invert it, for the deeper level (all movies have a hidden spiritual meaning, they like to just hold that over the masses)--you see the 'heroes'' are fighting the 'system' and they are cheering themselves on. Black is white and white is black. 

Even more worrisome was a short I saw of a comedian who had underwent a special surgery, and was talking about the created female sex organ he now had. He said it was what was going to keep that dead guy who rose from the dead and is due to return from ever coming back. That was a 'comedian' but there was something in him, besides 'comedian' that was talking, and that 'something' was 'gloating' over being able to thwart the plans of Divine Creator!

We are in the thick of things, friends! 

Stay true to who you are!

Realize that TWDNHOBIAH think they can 'hide' from Creator, but they cannot. Creator made us in the image of Creator. And we are empowered through kindness, love, and giving. As the squeeze proceeds, it is going to bring out the best in some people--and I am willing to bet it will be on the majority. Some, yes, will bring out the worst in them, especially those who believe in Lack. What I understand is that the team TWDNHOBIAH are shooting for the vast middle ground who aren't sure what is exactly going on, or where they are from (Divine Origins), and why they are here in the first place. There are those who choose darkness. And those valiant ones who choose good. They aren't going to be swayed no matter what events happen. But the middle? Stay strong in your commitment to goodness, and practice daily your sharing of your time, talent, and treasure as you are nudged by Spirit. Goodness is the nature of most people, and you will spark it. Be consistent in your efforts! And always give THANKS. This will empower you all the more!

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Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Twins in Spirit

What I See

 

The other day I went to a gathering at my local church. It was a fundraiser. All the cooks, and servers, and ones who told us where to sit, even the ones who collected the money--worked for free. They were volunteers.

I went by myself and enjoyed my meal. I watched a lot of people. But what I saw is the framework to feed the hungry. There is a workable way to meet the needs of the community in place and people don't exactly realize it yet.  The fundraiser was designed to 'receive' from the community but it could just as well 'give'.

A local pet store I have gone to since 2003. I was there when the owner sold it to the young high school graduate. He in turn suffered losses. A puppy caught parvovirus and he spent three thousand dollars to help it live. Then the city outlawed sales of puppies because of this parvo risk. Then a kitten got stolen, he had it on tape, but the thief was never caught. You could see her stuffing it into her purse! Then there were only reptiles, small pets, and fish to be sold. 

During Covid business was booming. It was one of the few stores permitted to stay open besides the usual big corporate ones. But the landlord refused to fix some major problems. And he took his business across town. This establishment he rented had every single business that had been there go out of business. But with hope and excitement of 'bigger' for 'less money' he built his dream pet store.

They are going out of business now. Cost of doing business is so expensive!

On the one hand, what I see is this is by design--a way to squeeze out the few small business owners who survived the closures of Covid. It is like a giant game of chess where the moves take months and years! There is a plan out there, only the rest of us aren't in on it and many do not even realize this game is being played! They complain about cancers that come up suddenly. And the rise in prices for everything. The connection between end times prophecy and now eludes them.

But what I see as well? I see a young father really upset over losing his dream business and his ability to feed his family. And the community (online) is highly sympathetic to his plight. People are reaching out to help lessen the agony and suffering even though the situation is dire. Is this a chess move the one playing opposite the community has taken in perspective? Perhaps. But I like what I see.

Someone confided to me that they feel 'empowered' by voting. I believe voting is like an adult version of believing in Santa Claus--even if they tell you your vote arrived and when it was counted on your cell phone--it doesn't mean that other votes from people lacking a pulse are outweighing your own. It is good to go through the process. I just doubt, given the history of leaders being 'selected not elected' if you look into it deep enough.

For example, here in California, we hate daylight savings time. We the people voted to put a stop to it. Just leave it one way or the other. Well, this Sunday, I have to change my clocks one hour forward! Why? Because of the fine print. Leaving California stuck on Daylight Savings Time is not okay. We should have asked to keep it stuck on Standard time. That is the rules in a Federal way. So Arizona and Hawaii are on THAT one. It's bullshit. Total freaking, joking to the point of it being funny or else you'd cry. 

So I am watching this chess game play out in real time. 

It is fascinating!

Yesterday I brought cookies to work. Ones I had bought from a fancy store. My neighbors own the store. I supported them and brought delight to my coworkers. We had a very long day with little chance to eat. I brought two dozen (one hundred dollars worth) just so my surgeon would take two and not make it obvious. He was kind and brought one home for his children. These are big, five dollar cookies. 

With the cost of food you can see people getting excited when the surgery center provides treats. They provided bagels yesterday (first Wednesday of the month). And because two rooms ran late past five, they provided pizza for us. Which was my first full meal of the day.

People are good by nature. And people share. We might not realize there is a chess game (a spiritual war, really). But on our side is the Holy Spirit and that is a good defense. Not only is it a Higher Power, the opponent as hard as they try--can't predict or fully appreciate the intelligence and heart that is there.

So, enjoy the chess!

Look out for your friends!

Offer the 'milk of human kindness' often and 'spread it around'! It is much needed at this time.

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Aloha and mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

The Twins