My Beloved? Miel De Printemps (Springtime Honey)

My Beloved?

Thank you for your sentiments, and for sharing your FEELINGS with me. http://sirianheaven.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/heavenletter-4882-you-would-arise-as-if-from-a-pool-april-7-2014/.

How well you know my heart!

I have been wondering about the race thing. I have noticed it and it has weighed upon me, for lack of an explanation, I have asked myself, 'What is this I see that is going on with the others?'

Now it makes sense. It is like I broke the sound barrier, and now everyone else is flying their own Concorde wherever they like, and having a blast with it. And saying, thank you for showing us the way...

Okay.

Now on to the other part.

My Sweet Beloved? This is the first flower I ever knew. While crawling on my hands and knees in the front yard as an infant, I discovered the simple and fantastic flower of Clover.

But in some ways, for Ascension, I find myself more like the bee, than the flower. Although I would very much like to be like a flower, like you suggest, just releasing all that does not serve, and letting my true self 'soar', as you expect...I worry about my stinger.

That my self-defense might kick in, and I might sting the very one I am so wanting to know and re-discover!

I hope, on your behalf, you are familiar with this?

I wish you every item of safety for the bee hobbyist when you interact with me. This whole being on Gaia thing has done something to me; although I miss Heaven with everything I have--part of me is too embarrassed and ashamed to set foot there.

I have grown accustomed to the filthy survival-centered ways of Life On Earth, and have no hope whatsoever of returning to my spiritual Pristine State I once had before I incarnated here with you the first time.

So in my shame, and my embarrassment for being what I am, I humbly offer you the hat with the mesh veil, for your safety, and I encourage you to don your thickest pair of gloves lest I sting you as I awaken further into the miracle of Full Consciousness.

If there is a drop of sweetness in me, I give you my full permission to do whatever it takes for it to be extracted, put into a jar like this, and put on display for everyone to see.

As for myself, I do not realize whether or not I have any sweetness at all, deep in my heart, in my soul...all I know is that I long for the safety of your sheltering arms, and for your breath of kindness, until I safely Ascend up and out of this world where people hurt each other without giving it a second thought, where people take and steal, and maim and murder people and animals in all kinds of savagery that is called 'custom' such as war, meat production, high fructose corn syrup, GMO, and all of the other implements of the 'slow kill' that has been used on us.

Even the bees are dying, Beloved.

Even the bees are not immune to the tyranny of Those Who Do Not Have Our Best Interest At Heart.

Beloved? I trust you. And I shall endeavor to start each day anew, and to allow the Life Experience to peel away all that is not serving the Light in my essence, to release to the light of Day once and for all the True Me that I AM.

Once this is accomplished, my Beloved, you shall earn the title of 'Honey' for everyone to hear when I speak to you in front of others in public.  For your skillful ways of healing me, and your sweet lovingkindness, I shall cherish, for as long as we both shall live.



Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,

Reiki Doc

Triage: Drowning Bees

This is my thing. Stand up paddle boarding. I go every chance I get, wherever I can go.

I enjoy the freedom and the water; the workout passes quickly and soon I must return home.

Last time, I saw a bee that was drowning, and I scooped it up with my paddle. I set it on the front where my life jacket is. It dried out and it flew away.

Bees like to drink water. Anyone who owns a swimming pool will tell you this. Well, today I saw many bees drowning!

And the first one I tried to save, turned my board completely around, and I tried and I tried to get it up on the paddle. But it went deeper! Finally, with me almost falling off completely, I got it up. It 'came to' and after about twenty minutes flew off.

Spirit worked with me with those bees.

For the first time.

I learned that some are there for a reason. It is their time. And the one I was meant to save (I saw waves and waves from it frantically buzzing its wings trying to get out of the water), I felt it and I knew it was the one. So I saved it and everything went quickly.

But the others? My paddle board was moving fast. I couldn't stop. Some I made a quick pass with my paddle, but it wouldn't work.

And it was okay...

Spirit reassured me I was not out there to save bees, I was there to exercise, and those that were meant to be saved, Spirit made it clear that was the case. The others? Let them go...

As I brought the board closer to the marina, I saw a duck like this, with no ducklings. It was a darker duck, the kind with red around the eyes.

It looked panicked.

No sooner had I said, 'Duck? What's wrong?' then it lifted its wings, and fell back, bloated abdomen up and feet sticking up strangely out of the water.

I was concerned.

None of the other ducks paid it any attention.

I didn't know what to do.

On nature shows they always say, 'Don't interfere'. And the health care training in me saw that this duck was in the late stages of disease, and there wasn't much I could have done.

Later it struck me, the very same dead duck I had seen in that same spot two weeks earlier, must have died of the same thing. Was it bowel obstruction from eating something like fishing line? Was it peritonitis and perforation from a lure?

I don't know.

This is the energy that is coming to town. The Higher Vibrations, of innocence and purity and Light. They are Goddess Energies of Nurturing, Warmth, Love and Compassion.

Not everyone is going to be okay with it.

Spirit will let you know who it is for you to assist. And who to let Spirit take care of.

It will be made clear--there will be no mistaking it. Your Heart will let you know what to do.

Ashtar asked me to write about this. Today. Right now. For you.


Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc


P.S. Ashtar and Ross sit next to each other on deck at the control panel. They have wonderful senses of humor. Ashtar says he is 'the handsome one'. Ashtar says that Ross 'is the one that's sexy'. I laugh and say 'both of those are the same to me--handsome--sexy! What's the difference?' We are in good hands. And for them to joke around like this, means that things are going very well. I do have to say I am partial to my husband, Ross. I like him the best! Namaste.