Healing From Loss

This year Imbolc came to me. Imbolc is the symbolic end of winter. We acknowledge it with candles to light the darkness of the night.

It is also known as St Brigid's Day, and Groundhog Day, February 2.

Here is how Spirit worked with me to produce a deep healing, and increase in awareness, of something I had hidden in my heart.

I have a skill set in anesthesia that is unique. As a cardiac fellowship-trained anesthesiologist, I have the skills to help someone who is one their way to death, come back. This is more than inserting a breathing tube in someone who can't breathe and would die. That is bread and butter anesthesia skill. It is the Cardiac Anesthesiologist who is called to help when a colleague has someone trying to die in the O.R. and they want help with the Code Blue.

Yesterday I saw more blood, gore, and death than I care to admit. All I can say is that during the code I was helping in, I saw Our Lady in the corner of the room. She said that she would come back for this person later, but that this patient would survive the code long enough to make it out of the O.R. There is a big difference between a death in the O.R. and death in ICU, by the people who count those things.  And as the pupils grew fixed and dilated, and the v-fib grew coarse, I was inspired to suggest an amp on Sodium Bicarb. It worked! And patient went to ICU. I checked this morning on the computer. Our Lady was correct.

After my twenty-four hour in-house call at the hospital,  it was my turn to see Nana in the nursing home. She said, 'I am hungry' and there was a tray and a chair next to her. I tried to feed her, but it was not at all like feeding my baby seven years ago.  I couldn't navigate the teeth in the barely opened mouth. I managed juice. Everything is thickened, because she can't swallow right. Then the nurses and nurses aides' came. I asked for instruction on how to help her eat. I watched. I learned. I helped.

Nana asked for the wheelchair. I took her around the entire building. She delighted in the beautiful orchid displays by the front.

There was once a time when taking care of the sick was done in the home, and the dead were washed and dressed by women. I felt the Goddess, in all of the suffering that was being treated by the workers, both men and women, but mostly women, at the nursing home.

When I heard the husband of Nana's roommate, who is incommunicative, praying in Samoan, and saw him bow his head and hold her hand, I saw the fruit of a lifetime lived in Love.

In the meantime, I was texting and calling my sister to help decide placement for mother when she leaves the hospital. It is our request to have them be at the same facility, as there is a rehab section that would be nice for mom.

All of this didn't phase me. I just keep going and going. But when my sister said that Target had a clearance sale on the tall seven day Votive candles I had just run out of, I decided to go. I bought every one they had left. There were fifteen in all. A deal at eighty-three cents each. They had the scent in them, and go for over two dollars at the grocery store.

Sicilian Orange. A label on another candle, a soy one, caught my eye and also stabbed my heart. Nana is from Sicily. Her house had just been sold to pay for her long-term care. Lilac & Honeysuckle. Dad. His favorite scents. For years we tried to get a lilac tree to grow in Southern California. It never worked. Our winters were not cold enough. Instead we grew honeysuckle on both fences that surrounded the back yard. The fragrance of honeysuckle in June is one of my favorite memories from childhood. I would pinch the bottom of the blossom, pull back the stamen, and catch a drop of nectar on the tip. I enjoyed many of these. Gardenia  Lily . Fresh gardenias were always in a bowl in my home I grew up in. Memories flooded my mind of my life with my parents. Beach Paradise. The beach is a huge part of where I grew up. It is always within me. Wildflower Meadow. That is my safe place I go to in my mind, when I was seven and walking on fallen logs with a friend at Sequoia. Life was so exciting and beautiful and fresh then. Bali Sunrise. This one I have yet to understand, but was guided to buy it.  Sweet Spun Sugar. I bought a big one, pink, for Erzulie. We go back, and she has always looked out for me. She keeps me always at my best, and I appreciate that a great deal.

I hadn't realized how important it is to accept death, and loss, and suffering, with something to focus  upon; in my case, it is a series of candles I will enjoy in my home over the next weeks.  I can smile because it happened, and look forward because I took the time to acknowledge where I had been in life.

Keep your eyes open for similar help from Spirit on Healing from Loss in your life too.  Happy Imbolc. And Blessed Be.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Muchas Gracias St. Germain!

Today's blog post is about an important lesson I have learned with St. Germain. I went to the hospital today to visit my mom, who has been inpatient for some time, and has some severe energy patterns for her children to weather. Long story short--the protection worked! I am just as strong in my aura as when I left, possibly better, because the protection allowed me to really be caring and loving and accepting instead of on a defensive stance during my visit to her.

Who is St. Germain? Well, from what I know, he is an Ascended Master, who is good with finance and impossible things. He likes things fair. And he always roots for the Underdog to win in any situation! His fund was started by him and is supposed to bring prosperity in a Robin Hood fashion to the ninety-nine percent. He has lived on Earth as Francis Bacon, as a french nobleman, and I am not sure about anyone else. What does he look like? It was his choice to post the oblique reference to him above--the church in his name in Paris, and the Metro stop. But here is one I found that looks close:

I see him with no wings, and less of that curl in his hair, although the length is right. The demeanor and face is very close.

One of the gifts of St. Germain is the Violet Flame. It is cleansing and healing all at once, and very highly protective. Here is a look at an artist's depiction of it. Feel the power and the Light:

How did I use it for the energetic protection that I used today?
Well, let me ask you, when you need protection, for yourself and others, what is one thing you have been taught to do?

Candles sort of help you to pray, right? You don't think twice about lighting one for yourself and others. It is a sign of love and caring?

Well, in your aura, you can wrap a bubble of Light around you as protection. The White Light of protection is very helpful and safe. A layer of Pink can be used for Universal Love. Green is for Love as well. Gold is for Archangels. You can pick up to three layers, and it will last all day. Today for the first time, thanks to Meline Lafont, I put the Violet Flame inside my bubble of white light, making my aura look somewhat like this:

I would be the deep blue center. Then the outside would be the white light of protection. Inside it are both the Violet Flame--to cleanse and protect and heal and get rid of anything I don't need--and the turquoise Light for enhanced communication.

So, with a 'full cup' (I went and had fun to replenish my energy when I was burnt out from mom and the hospital earlier this week), and a full heart, with my aura completely protected, I was able to spend time with mom today. I smiled as she asked for many things, and I did not get much time to do anything else but dote on her. She didn't like the slippers. She said no to the fingernail polish I offered to do for her. She did not want to try the lipstick that I bought, but the name 'Coquette' made her smile. My being a source of Love, as well as her daughter, was healing for her as well as for me.

It was a good day.

Try it! Try 'lighting the shell of protection of light candle' form of prayer into your aura, and see how it works! You'll be delighted, I know it!

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

My Chosen Remnant

I have had a special devotion to Mary since 1990. I am part of a group that is called 'My Chosen Remnant'. It was in the early nineties that I came to friend a Visionary. We were at her house, and kneeling next to her while she was in her daily afternoon Vision, in a state called ecstacy.

As she interacted with someone the rest of us could not see, I put my hand up, and instead of taking from Blessed Mother, as we are instructed to call her, I made the choice to offer her as much love and appreciation as I could. I beamed it from my heart in her general direction, humbled, at how many who ask of her favors and blessings, and how very few must give back.

As I was doing this, I started to wonder where it was that I was touching Her...

"On my tummy!" I heard in my mind, along with a little giggle. For you see, when I had first met the Visionary at a friend's house for dinner, I asked so many questions! What does she look like? What color are her eyes? What does her voice sound like? Does she have a sense of humor or is she serious? How tall is she? What does she wear?

Over the last twenty-two years, I have had my answers. And I have a relationship with Blessed Mother that has lasted to this day.  I could talk about her all day. One of my patients has written a book about Blessed Mother. I wish so much I could tell this writer, who I am, and how much it is I love Blessed Mother, too! That my patient was in good hands, and that Blessed Mother put the two of us together. But I can't. There is no way to contact this person, and I trust that everything is as it Should Be all the way it is.

My task is to share with you the Three Days of Darkness. This I learned in a prayer book so many years go. It is a Catholic book that goes along with the little books of devotions, mostly a glorified pamphlet actually.

The prophecy was that in the End Times, there would be three wars:
1) Nature against Man
2) Man against Man
3) Spirit against Man

There would be great catastrophes and natural disasters, leading up to the time where the sun went dark.

It was to last for three days and three nights. We are instructed to keep plenty of food, water, and supplies ready, enough just for our own family.

In this time, there are two very disturbing predictions:
1) There will be no light. You can't see your hand in front of your face. The only thing that will light is a candle that has been blessed by a Priest.
2) There will be horrible, scary noises outside, and it will sound like loved ones are clawing to get inside. These are the demons, and we are not to answer the door. No matter what. We are to take aluminum foil and line the insides of our windows to block out anything horrible that we might see.

When everything is done, and it is safe to come outside, everything is going to be like Springtime, and it will stay that way forever.

I have known for all these years that I am to go through the End Times. I have been waiting. I have been watching. A little anxious about it, and not quite looking forward to it, but ready just the same.

But now I have been Thinking.  There is a chance that none of this could be true. If this was a guise to get us to manifest some Revelation-type disasters, by telling us it is real in the first place, getting us to believe it, then the Universal Law would make it Come to Pass. We have the power to make this world anything we want. Individually. And collectively, in the masses.

The way I see it, there are three paths the End Times could take:
1) As predicted in the little Catholic Devotionals, as I have described.
2) Something more like a New World Order imposed upon us by whoever, and having to 'fight back' with our own guns and currency of gold and the like
3) A natural and energetic phenomenon that is invisible to us initially, but then takes otherworldy form of transition, 'messing with us' by our perception of three D (just like a Karuna Reiki 'cleanse'), but is safe and without harm except to those who have chosen to skip the whole multidimensional Earth upgrade altogether and transition out of the Earth plane at this time.

Which one sounds the most in harmony with Source to you? Number two seems out, for sure. Aggression and survival are too third dimension for the Spirit Realm.  Number one seems all right, like a polar magnetic shift or something of that nature, but the foil on the windows and the scary spirits howling outside seem a little much. If I had to select one that made the most sense to me, with all of my experience and training, I would take option number three.

It doesn't hurt to be prepared, in either case. But what is FLEXIBLE in preparation is probably the best as far as what to expect is concerned. It always seems the middle approach is often the wisest one to select.

I have felt snippets of some sort of change for short intervals the past few days.  Whatever is going to happen, I think it is going to happen in a few days to weeks. And it will be wonderful!

I love you. With very much love, and hope for the future...

Namaste,

Reiki Doc