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.
I just saw the delay for decryption for alpha on 2012portal.
I called in Ross. He says it's okay. I embraced him.
Then I realized we were amongst many on the helm...I casually commented to them, don't I have the BEST HUSBAND???
Then I said, 'Thank you for making this possible.'
And the room grew quiet, and solemn. I asked Ross, 'Did I say something wrong???'
He said, 'No. You are reminding them of their Purpose on this Mission.'
I ran down the hall to Father's office.
I can go, there. I always can, the door is open. I knocked and knocked and knocked--he was a little busy, but he let me come in, and I threw my arms around his neck, jumped on his lap, put my head on His shoulder and started crying--tears of gratitude for those people helping to save me from the nightmare of duality.
I thanked Him for Ross.
I thanked Him for the new energies.
And as the tears settled, I had a new thought--could we please do something nice for them, all those that worked to save us?
Father reached down and came up with a box of candies. They looked like cubes of mochi, translucent, glowing white about the size of dice. He put them on a tray, and gestured for me to go serve it to them.
I asked Mother, if She would have anything to offer these kind people too, and I thanked Her for all She has done to get me to Ross and the Higher Vibrations and Out of Duality.
She gave me a pitcher of some punch, that was blue or aqua and thick like a fruit nectar, and little cups, and gestured me out to the helm. I took a few steps down the hall, and I saw everyone looking at me expectantly.
It was there I realized that they can't go into Father's Office like I can.
They looked at me intently. I offered the tray, and each one took food and drink refreshments. But I saw I had forgotten the napkins! I chided myself on this omission, and then 'poof!' a stack of napkins just showed up! I had made them, but I didn't know HOW I had done it.
There was one left. I said to the last person, 'You have mine. It wouldn't taste good if I ate it and you didn't. Please, take.'
He refused. I insisted. Then he offered to share it and broke it in half. Ross said, 'Take it.' So I did. We touched them together, this person and I, like we were doing a toast with wine glasses. And I ate too.
Then I felt solemn.
I asked Ross's permission for my plan.
He agreed.
I went to each person there, looked them in the eye, gave them a hug, and said, quietly, 'Thank you for saving me.'
When I got back to Ross, everyone started making a loud noise with yelling and clapping and I was afraid I had done a faux pas. I whispered to him if what I had done was okay?
'Okay? You did EXCELLENT!' and he lifted me up over his head, like in the Lion King with Rafiki holding up Simba, and the cheering crowd got even louder! It was deafening and stretched out for miles and miles.
I was the first to have given thanks for their efforts, thanks from the heart, in their Presence on board ship.
The battle is won.
The Victory To The Light is here. Now. Aboard ship.
Yesterday I had the opportunity to give money to a woman with three kids, who was of this nationality. She begs outside the grocery store where I shop. I have given her twenty dollars in the past. But still she comes. Still she begs. This time she was at the corner where I was going to turn onto the main street.
She held up the sign.
First car in the line of three gave change.
The second didn't give.
Then I saw 'In The Name Of Jesus' please help...in big bold letters on the sign.
I changed my heart.
I pulled all the change out of the ash tray (it was about five dollars, there were a lot of quarters in there) and I gave.
She stuck her hand in the passenger window, and said, 'God Bless You'.
It was the look on the little girl's face that gave me shame. It was joyful, like the one in this picture. She was the same age.
She was not going to go hungry tonight. Mommy would not be mean, or sad, she would be happy... I felt this, I am clairsentient and empathic.
OMG, how could I have been so blind? And I forgot I had six dollars in the arm rest I could have gave!
For no matter what a beggar is up to, it is best to stay within one's means, and give them the benefit of the doubt. If they mis-use the money, the karma is up to them...or so says Chef Ito, who although taken a vow of silence, has opinions, and when I questioned the Children's Fund he gives ten percent of all his earnings to--like, 'Do you check to make sure you know where your money is going and how it is being sent?'--I got his opinion and a wave of the hand.
He is right.
Jesus.
Jesus Christ.
Aside from being the new Nurse First Assist in the O.R. (inside joke from a past blog post), he is Different.
Walks on Water.
Wasn't 'conceived' the usual way.
Different.
I have arguments with Him. Just like I do God. And Ashtar Command.
I accused them of 'having a bake sale to raise funds for our relief'.
They didn't like it.
I was right. Just like the beggar lady.
It gave them shame.
From where they sit, they have no idea what it is like for us down here on Ground Crew.
I was expecting a 'let down' at the end of the full moon. This one was a big one, and a lot of Light and Tachyons and Love Energy came down through it. That's why I told everybody to sleep naked, or 'sky clad' so maximum absorption of this healing energy could happen.
I got my let down yesterday.
I argued ALL DAY. They took me aboard ship. They wanted to KNOW why I was so unhappy being 'deployed'. They put me in a zero-point tank and asked me questions.
I refused to go into the tank unless Ross was sitting next to it, and I could place my hand next to his through the tank.
My point is that on Earth, this is what LOVE looks and feels like. And something seriously was missing from the Flight Crew--in a word--TOUCH.
Here is what love looks like on Earth:
Even here with a sister and brother, who 'won't touch' like above, we as humans can tell they have affection for each other:
But all we have with God and Source is THIS:
It's not the same.
Here I am married to a Galactic, with the Veil totally 'gone', and complaining about conditions for me on Surface Gaia at my post on Ground Crew...
Ross didn't like it.
He was very quiet.
He argued with the team on my behalf.
He showed them how their questions were totally missing the points because look at her--she is TOUCHING me through the tank, and during break, won't stop kissing me and hugging me! Look at that reaction! There is the data you need to know to answer this question!
And they didn't do anything.
Ross got angry.
He said, here, let me take you someplace.
He lifted me, carrying me, UP UP UP past our 'house' on board ship where he had been trying to make me feel better.
He took me HOME. The Dimension I came from. It's really close to God, and people are sort of formless there.
I took a few breaths, and I was like, 'Ahhhh! I feel like myself again! I am happy. Can I stay?'
After I recovered, he brought me back, and argued even louder with the team to prove his point.
The Higher Vibration members of Ground Crew are suffering from a Lack of God Energy. Although it is Present in others, and in Nature, for some it is Not Enough. We must SUPPLY this form of God energy to them in ways that are readily accepted, and understood. It is not just 'delay of gratification' or 'awaiting an increase in Consciousness' for them at this time: it is suffering.
The Council (for lack of a better name) was not moved. They asked about the rest of the surface population, and wouldn't that amount of Love Energy be too much for them, and cause harm?
They said that in front of me.
I want you to know that about them. These Galactics are so Spock-like that they would say something like that in front of you and not blink and eye. They have emotion, and caring, but it is compartmentalized. When investigating a problem? That's it. There is no warm and fuzzy, no 'protocol', they treat you with respect but the insult goes totally over their heads, and they would never think of it, not in a million years.
So Ross changed tactics. He said, 'Let us both go in together in the tank, and see what happens when you ask the questions of her now. We are one set of Illuminated Twin Souls. Together within energy-sharing distance. See how she does.'
He must have been right because that part of my memory went blank.
Ross explained to me how it is imperative that we as higher Vibration Ground Crew take the time to nurture ourselves each day. Because the amount of God energy we absorb from each other and from Nature is enough to 'get by' but we need so much 'MORE' when we are from the higher dimensions.
He suggested that I have a nice big breakfast and go paddle boarding today.
I felt my energy go up.
I sure have a good man, don't I?
I am one lucky lady!
So for those of you who are 'feeling it', the 'taking away' of the energies of the full moon, and just being 'homesick' in general because you are Galactic of Origin and 'stuck here' (Buddha yesterday wisely said to me in meditation, 'while you are here you might as well observe and learn something.' He sounded resigned himself...LOL) here is the short list of things to do to increase the God Energy in You until you can get your next real 'transfusion' of the Real Thing from Source...
meditate
exercise
make love with a caring and committed loving partner (not just sex--your auras mix in the process and you want to be raised, not depleted, in yours. This can be homosexual or heterosexual.)
get sunshine
do what you enjoy
share time with animals and plants
avoid 'spiritual toxins'--they are not bad but lower the vibration when taken to excess--processed foods, loud music, anything 'entertainment' in the media, alcohol, drugs, tobacco, marijuana (except for Wes Annac! LOL It's his thing...LOL), fear, gossip, competition (like being a sports fan at the Super Bowl, you kind of lose yourself into the mass vibration, which is most likely 'denser' than your own.)
When I came downstairs after all this, look what I found on the entry way:
I think it is from Ross.
The feather has been an old way for my angels to make their presence known to me. I really looked to them a lot in the beginning when I was just waking up.
White Feathers mean you will have all happiness in Love.
Then I went back to the O.R. It was a crazy day--in cases all morning, over six hours straight, through lunch with no break. At two they wanted me to start another case, and I said 'no!' It was within my rights to ask for a ten minute break for a sandwich. The surgeons were pissed. I was delaying their case! But I didn't care. I explained politely that I would pass out from lack of food and water, and I would be right back.
Mother isn't doing the best. Her sodium is low. My sister texted for help earlier in the day. I offered to call from my hospital to Mom's doctors to sort things out. You see, after a kidney transplant, you only go back once a year or twice to the place where they did it (UCLA). Otherwise you are back at your Big Box Hospital with your team. We didn't know what was going on, there was poor communication and we wanted to make sure UCLA was in the loop.
At the table, with my own ENT and another doc, I had a simple lunch--one small bowl of lentil soup, and one tiny slice of chocolate cheese cake. (I eat high calorie foods on purpose when I don't know when I'll go home or ever eat; I had skimped on breakfast.)
Who sits down at our table but a nephrologist I had never met--It said clearly on the white coat his specialty. And he was so kind and sat next to me.
I got up my courage and I asked about what is going on with mom. (Basically transplanted kidneys don't last forever...sad enough).
I was so grateful for the coincidence. I texted my sister and explained the situation right away.
On the way home, I just realized something important from the interaction between Blossom and her Guides! There was much discussion about the comment about 'moving forward in time' because the Galactics don't have 'time' and Blossom called them on it.
It was the EXPECTATION.
The Galactics do not KNOW the expectation! I took the liberty to go on the bridge, interrupting their meeting, and explain to them the following things:
I am a physician. When I learned Medical Spanish, I learned about the expectation patients have in their doctor. In white people, or more young ones, they want to be informed and take part in the decision-making process of their care. Not so with Latinos. The expectation is for a warm, close, firm handshake (so as to be 'parental' and not 'los frios'), and someone who will lead or guide the family and patient towards the best path of care. In Vietnamese culture, there is a quirk in that there is an expectation for a shot. No needle, just pills? Then the visit wasn't 'right' in their mind...
Here on Surface, Ground Crew has picked up a little bit of the 'culture' and clearly the Lightworker has developed an expectation for what the Galactics are going to accomplish.
I explained that I know they are fully competent, but they have to come across in a way that meets these expectations head on.
I also explained the strange things about life on surface Gaia:
If you are different you are often shunned.
If you have something green stuck on your teeth, not everyone will tell you about it when you smile. Sometimes only your closest friends will. (this one was new to them, they smiled)
For the men, sometimes they forget to pull up the zipper on their pants after using the bathroom. A kind person will tell them 'XYZ!' discreetly--for Examine Your Zipper! Others just ignore it. (they really thought this one was funny and laughed a lot)
Kids do the thing where they point at your shirt, you look down, and then they lift their finger up to your face, and laugh at you.
I explained the nature of a 'Noogie' or 'Dutch Rub'.
There is even a game that is called 'fifty two card pick up' where the innocent one is asked to play, it's made to sound really fun, and then they person throws the cards all over the floor and the innocent one has to pick them all up.
I told the crew I couldn't tell them what to do, but I invited them to pick my brain (telepathically, or with any of their monitoring technology) to find out what the expectation is for them, within the limits of our culture.
Not more than ten minutes later, I get a song on the radio with the energy signature of Ross, my Twin Flame, who is one of the ones who sits on the bridge:
The crew also sent the message, 'We are going to KICK ASS!'
They figured it out!
I was shopping at Trader Joe's tonight. I got the message, 'You will be called up to the Bridge in one hour.'
That never happened before. I just come and go spontaneously. I was a little nervous about it.
I came home and put away the groceries. I almost put the roses in the vase but I felt the energy, just like when Psychic Development Circle is going to start. I was guided to put them in a bucket of water, in the package, and go lie down.
I excused myself to lie down on the couch--how I love that couch! While my son did homework.
As I relaxed and closed my eyes, I was up on the Bridge.
No one was there. It was empty.
And I was wearing that dress I wore when I was having my hair washed by Ed and all the White Brotherhood (the guys at the helm) were watching--it's white, a cloth I had never seen, strapless, with a full skirt. It shimmers, like giant fish scales of very high tech, and there are spaces between the scales. I wore matching gloves that were over the elbow.
I was curious as to why I wore this dress?
A hand came, and the fourth crew member came and guided me across the bridge, and to the door on the far left. There was a large hall; it was filled with people. I grew even more curious as they were seated in rows, looking at the front. There was an aisle in between them.
It looked like a wedding!
I didn't understand. Then people began to look at me and smile and wave. They were very nice but I did not know any of them.
At the far end was a bearded man in a dark suit, tall, sinewy build, strong. I wondered who it was?
ROSS! I had never seen him dressed like that before. I could see the white shirt and the dark coat like a tuxedo.
Music started to play, and my guide escorted me down the aisle. Here comes the bride, just one phrase of it, and then celestial music that was beautiful and had emotion and color.
People in the chairs started to cry tears of happiness.
We were getting married! And it was a real wood floor, with genuine wood from earth under us!
I saw Blessed Mother out of the corner of my eye, to the left and in the back. I asked, 'What IS all this???' and she whispered and gestured, 'It is a good thing, go along with it!' and shooed me down the aisle with her hand from her seat.
As I got up to the end of the aisle, Ross took my right hand, and we faced the person--I guess it was the captain of the ship, Ashtar? He had on a different suit too--who spoke to us. I was asked first, do you take this man? It was all this extra talk I didn't understand at all after, so I simply said, 'Yes!' Then they asked Ross about me. He said, 'I do'.
I was like, 'I said 'yes' and you said, 'I do' is that going to work?'
Ross said, 'I said, yes I do' and smiled, reassuring me that it would work.
I smiled at Ashtar and said, making a gesture with my hand, 'Whoa this is WAY over my head!'
And everyone laughed. The audience. The crew. And Ross. His smile was the sweetest smile ever, and he confessed that is what everyone likes so much about me.
We were pronounced Man and Wife. And he kissed the bride.
We turned to go, and I said, 'Wait! I want you to break the glass! I want to walk around you seven times!' After all, we were under a chuppah of flowers.
So I did the walk, first, touching my fingers lightly on Ross as I went, counting carefully the number of circles I made around him, taking my energy around him to protect him and make him my own. Then they handed him a glass wrapped in a napkin. Before he broke it I made sure his shoes were strong enough and he wouldn't get cut. Ross broke the glass under his foot with one swift stomp!
Then I was happy!
The timer rang on my son's homework.
It was time to go. We had a few brief moments together, and then I asked for a favor. May I please share my gratitude with the guests?
I was given my request. As I stood there, and said my thanks out loud, little blue rays of light came from my heart center and connected to each person present, including Ashtar and Ross...I explained how this was such a surprise and a blessing, how it means so much for their presence to share our joy, and how I will remember it forever in my heart. Then the little lights stopped, and came back to me, and I turned to go.
On Sunday, December 29, 2013, I was at the local jewelers getting a watch sized for my son. It was taking a while. I walked around the store. Ross said, 'pick any ring you want'.
I chose the simple gold bands, like above. I have my reasons. Gold is inter dimensional--it exists in all dimensions at the same time. And the circle is unending. Plus I am modest. I did not want a blood diamond.
Sometime last week, Ross proposed. He dropped to one knee, and asked in the most beautiful way. He had the little velvet box. He gave me an engagement ring that looked like Grace Kelly's from Prince Ranier. That one is ten carats and squarish in shape. He said it was galactic and no one was harmed.
I looked at him and said, 'You are my best friend! Why do you even need to ask? I couldn't imagine spending a day of my life without you...'
But he said, 'I want you--and everybody else--to know how much I care about you.'
I was deeply moved by his sentiment, and I cried, embracing him, and said, 'Yes!'.
Both the engagement rings and the wedding rings had something unusual about them: they don't get pushed on the finger. They just show up on your finger on their own. You look down and it fades on, like people being transported in Star Trek.
Ross knows the expectation--even when I had no idea I had that expectation at all. I thought we were twin souls, we merged, and that was enough. The Galactics understand enough to meet or exceed our earthly expectations as Ground Crew when we interact with them. And they are nice enough to stage a wedding on board a ship, to make a twice-divorced, single mom, the happiest bride that ever was in all of the history of the cosmos...
Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
You know how when some people get married, you ask them how they knew it was the right person for them?
Often they will say, 'I JUST KNEW IT WAS THE RIGHT ONE. I JUST KNEW.'
So it is with my Twin Flame and me.
I just KNOW.
It has something to do with vibrational compatibility. His energy signature is both healing and attractive to me.
We met while I was taking a nap on the couch. My soul went up, and I was on board a ship. I was told 'this is Ross' and our relationship to each other.
I had terrible amnesia. And we didn't really 'connect'. All I knew was if I was tired or under stress, while I was awake, and I cried out to him, a shower of healing energy would wash through my body from the top down. Sometimes I would go to him in dreamtime and we'd talk. I'd apologize about the amnesia. He said I was the one that went ground crew because I was the best out of the two of us for the job. (At the time I thought being up in the craft was the harder job; now I know it is actually the more difficult assignment being ground crew.)
We have two kids, a son and a daughter, who I also can't really see. When I interact with them I see the clothes, and the body shape and size, but not the faces. I have seen our house, it is very modern in furnishings. But I can never really stay, and sometimes I forget about Ross with my busy day-to-day life down here. I find it comforting to know he's looking after me, having my back, keeping me safe.
More recently my Twin began making contact with me. As it turns out, Ross is a 'code name'.
I can see the face now, and I am delighted!
(you can look back to the blog posts of each time since)
My Twin Soul is an off-planet source of Divine Encouragement for me. I can share, heart to heart, and he does so with me. Our Light bodies interact. Just like you can feel the presence of a loved one who has passed, I can feel him. I can feel his kisses. I can feel his embrace. I can cry on his shoulder, and he is THERE, unmistakably THERE for me.
Sometimes he is closer, sometimes he is more 'far' and very busy. He has his assignment as well, and it is not just being there for me! LOL LOL LOL.
We are healing from our past. There is much to be healed from our last incarnation on Earth together. One day you will understand why.
Last night I asked him if I could ask a question? He said, 'of course.'
I wanted to know about the hair of the Galactics. The beards and haircuts are always neatly groomed and styled. Everyone looks gorgeous when I interact with them. But on Earth, hair grows, and men need to shave or trim their beards, and everyone needs to wash their hair and get haircuts. How does it work? I really wanted to know!
And he laughed.
Actually, everyone on board ship laughed over that one.
They laughed so hard, with love at my 'refreshing perspective' on things, that I never really got an answer. It has something to do with Zero Point and No Time and the ability to manifest.
This is the kind of close and personal relationship I have with my Twin Soul, my Other. When it is across the dimensions, there is no distortion like there is in the Twin Flame Reunions that are in 3D.
He is not Ashtar. But Ashtar and my Twin Flame are both colleagues and friends.
Everything is nice. And lately, he sends me messages in songs on the radio.
Today was a good day. And tonight, I look forward to my dream time. And in good time, perhaps, one day, my Beloved shall Take Me Home to the Stars from where I first came...
