Forty-Six Brothers And Sisters--And The Heart Of Eternity

Yesterday I was guided to ask the R.N. I was going out to breakfast how many children there were in her family while she was growing up.

Without batting an eye, she turned to me, and calmly said, 'I have forty-six brothers and sisters.'

'I feel sorry for your mom!' I quipped back, almost falling off my chair at her statement.

'In our country is it okay to have more than one wife. We lived in a compound, and there were TWO dining room tables, big ones. We ate in groups of ten, and did everything for our routines ten people at a time. All of the women were pregnant at the same time. With MY mother, there are six children. I am the second-oldest of the six.' she explained.

My thoughts raced, and my brain struggled to process the information!

I asked, pointedly, 'How was your father able to support all of those mouths to feed?!'

Again, quite calmly, she explained that they had major FARMS in the family, and grew their own food and meat to support themselves for food. Plus, her father was a tax collector, so they had enough for other things, too. For example, all of the children, including herself, went to boarding school and got a good education.

As a matter of fact, it was thought to be a sign of abundance to have a large family. If one only had five children in all, others would think, 'Oh, how sad it is for you to have such a small family.'

She studied to be a nurse. She said that there were very few c-sections or even doctors present for the childbirth. A c-section was 'a luxury'.

It was the midwives. They were able to 'take out the kids--the breech, the twins, the dystocias--on their own.'

I asked, 'Well, then aren't there a lot of kids with developmental delays and other abnormalities from traumatic birth?'

Both she and her niece said, in unison, 'There ARE!'

This nurse, her dream is to become a Nurse Anesthetist and go back home. There are very few anesthesiologists back where she lives, inland. The ones that come commute from the Saudi Arabia, and are very highly paid.

She wants myself, a general surgeon, and a neurosurgeon to go there and train others to do our specialties...she has been asking for the past five years.

But there is great poverty, and the hospitals do not have adequate supplies and technology. The pulse ox is 'the old one that has the probe that is big and blue' and the blood pressure cuffs are the old-fashioned ones that are manual...

What IS Liberia? Isn't it where the slaves who wanted to go back to Africa were sent from America?

I looked it up.

On Wiki.

Here are the basics:

• 1820 -- region colonized by freed African-American Slaves (prior to this the Kru peoples traded with Europeans for commodities and actively in the slave trade)
• The religious practices, social customs, and cultural standards were from the American Antebellum South.
• The men wore top hat and tails, and modeled their homes after the slave owners plantation homes.
• They called themselves Americo-Liberian. The total of freed slaves that were convinced to come here were only 528 who came with the American Colonization Society.
• Most of the Americo-Liberian men were members of the order of the Masonic Order of Liberia--which became heavily involved in the area's politics.
• In the 1950's, President William Tubman encouraged investment in Liberia, and the country had the second-highest rate of economic growth.
• Liberia was a founding member of the United Nations in 1945
• In 1980 -- a military coup led by Master Sergeant Samuel Doe Jr. overthrew and killed President William R. Tolbert Jr. 
• Bloody civil wars followed from 1989 - 1996. Doe was captured and executed in 1990.
• Ellen Johnson Sirleaf won the election, and was the first female President in all of Africa, in 2005.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liberia

Something smells like a rat.

Remember all those posts I did about Papa Rat?

I just sense it.

So I looked more.

This whole area is notoriously unstable. And I know that the Congo Invasion in 1996 brought open a HUGE portal for negative non-physical entities (Archons and more) to come in through this wormhole to 3D Earth.

We had almost been liberated, with full dissolution of the Galactic Quarantine on Gaia, around that time, until this devastating loss for the Resistance, the Light Forces who are working so hard to gain us our freedom and return to us our Galactic Sovereignty...

My heart began to connect the dots. Look at this picture of a fortress in Liberia. Feel the energies. They are very, very low in Vibration. There are a lot of trapped souls here, souls who were tortured to death, and NOT just because of the military...

I searched more, for the images, to tell the story. There are surprisingly few photos online on the site where I go to search for them, of everyday life in Liberia.

There are the stamps!

Lots and lots of them. American Presidents. Puppies. Princess Diana. Children's Organizations. And these...

I can't put my finger on it, but this has something to do with the Ley Lines

This seems so primitive--and this was from the 1980's, seeking investments in Liberia

Health care is Third World in this region, still!

I don't know what this is, but it unsettles me deeply.

There is something more to this than some President's middle initial. 

Something mystical to do with the Kru and trading that I just don't understand...

Then I saw it. The Millennium Star, the most flawless of all diamonds. The Heart of Eternity Diamond. How De Beers bought it. How it went on display in London at the Millennium Dome...then later the Smithsonian.

There is so much negativity in these gems. Can you feel it too?

And that at the Millennium these gems, which are another word for crystals, which can be programmed for positive or um, not-so-positive uses, were on display for all the world at that time...

The Millennium Star

The Heart of Eternity

The official 'display' that went on 'tour'...

There you have it--

• blood diamonds
• misery and suffering
• bloodshed and civil war
• assassinations
• military coups
• poverty
• those who are in the same organization as Papa Rat
• negative entities, archons, and more...

What can you do about it?

LOVE.

Love Is The Solution For Everything.

Tap into it.

Send Healing, Light, and All Divine Assistance to this troubled part of the world.

Keep raising your Vibration in everything you do.

Keep strong your connection to Gaia and to sunshine and to Nature and to Spirit.

Ask your Heart Center what is True and what is Lies Being Given to you.

Everything is going to be okay...

With so very much love,

I dedicate this post to  Emorea.

Aloha and Mahalos, 

Namaste,

Peace,

Reiki Doc

Battle Scars, by Lupe Fiasco and Guy Sebastian

http://youtu.be/_mPd_SDAryQ

Please watch this video to the VERY END for the Message...

By The Way--LOVE WINS.

References: 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_diamonds


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Millennium_Star


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart_of_Eternity_Diamond


http://diamondsinstyle.com/blog/the-heart-of-eternity-diamond.html

Twin Flame Reunion 101: Ross Is Gentle

Ross has invited me to write today to share about his gentleness and kindness. With his input I will share about our initial meeting, about his encouragement of my feminine side, and his continuing gentle nature in our relationship as it stands.

For those of you who perhaps have not read about Ross and our relationship, we are Illuminated Twin Flames who are reunited across the Veil of Illusion. He is in one dimension, I am in another. Through mediumship, which is my gift, my psychic gift I have had my whole life, we interact on a daily basis with each other. We are close, and very much alike, yet in some ways vastly different. We will let you decide if we are more alike, or more different from one another, as time goes by....



Our Formal Introduction:

It was either late November, or early December, of 2013, when I 'figured out' his face. Until that time, he had been a Presence.  Since summer of 2012I could see the body, the uniform, the hair, but the face had been blurred out from my vision of my third eye. I would ask him for help, and energy would rain down, if I was in trouble. I knew his name was Ross, and that we had a home and two kids in another dimension somewhere. I could see the house and the look of pain in the kids eyes as I didn't know who they were. 'It's the amnesia' I would explain, apologizing.

Ross and I interacted before, but not in a regular way.

Once I saw his face, I knew who he was exactly. I find him devastatingly handsome! He has a beard like most Ascended Masters. His eyes are deep blue and blue grey, and are very expressive. His smile is a megawatt gorgeous movie star smile, and it makes me melt! He is over six feet tall, medium to lean in build, intelligent, and gentle and kind.

When this happened, and when I accepted him as my Twin, Ross was unable to function at his work. Ashtar took me aside, and said, I give you three days with him. He needs you. You know what to do.

Ross cried. His shoulders shook as I held him. I had no idea why he was so emotional. I just felt he was having a moment, well, actually, a day, and I stayed with him. I held him. We talked. We kissed. We enjoyed our togetherness after many lifetimes apart. We spoke of our childhood--I am the only one who calls him Ross! LOL--it's my childhood name for him.  We assured each other we would be there for each other in every way.  When I was at work, he was There. And when I was at home, he would watch me interact with my chores and my son. If I had downtime, I would lay on the couch and mentally 'speak' with him.

Things affect him much more than they do myself. I have seen everything at the hospital. I am strong. I am a single mom. I have to survive! I don't have time to process emotions!

(On the day my beloved nana Angelina died, she passed at six p.m. and I was back in the hospital on OB at eight p.m. to complete the rest of my shift! It isn't healthy--not in the least--but it is the lifestyle that accompanies my profession. I was back at work the next day, and did not grieve until about a week after when I had some time off.)

Ross Encourages The Feminine In Me:

He told me once I can ask him anything, even what color pair of pants to wear when I am putting together my clothes for the day.

No question is too small for him!

So when he told me I needed to get a pedicure and a manicure, I laughed! I'm like, Miss Holistic Berkeley Graduate, you know, 'totally granola'? I hadn't painted anything in years.

But he said, 'You are mine. I want you to enjoy being a woman. Why not go just this one time?'
(I am also VERY ticklish in my feet, so often I don't really enjoy it, having someone work on me.)

I went, and I met a wonderful woman, who somehow managed to put the polish on in such a way that it doesn't chip. And the tickling was the most tolerable it has ever been for me, ever. I could bear it.

I felt WONDERFUL.

What do you know? Ross was right!

He has shown me things he thought I might enjoy--always giving me the chance to say, NO I don't want them--a beautiful silver mermaid necklace, matching earrings, bracelets, makeup, even 'foundations' (an old-fashioned word for undergarments), really pretty socks that sparkle, all at a reasonable price. Almost everything has been from Target. And to cover the expensive ones, where he said he would pay for it,  like two days later I got these checks from some old business deal or another, out of the blue, to cover it. It was just the right exact amount.

Ross is gentle enough to encourage me to relax into his masculinity. He is secure enough in it to encourage me to venture out of my comfort zone, and enjoy being feminine. Most guys don't have a clue about that.

Ross does. And it is very nice!

His Kindness To Me:

Mind you, there are some issues after that first meeting that came up. I didn't turn spiteful, hostile, angry, and full of rage at Ross for nothing. I had good reason to stay bitter and want to avoid any interaction with him at all costs. These are things that happened when we were married in our last incarnation. Most women in my position would have been upset at Ross for his choices back then, too.

He promised me many things. Not only was he sorry, and it wouldn't happen again. He said he would always take out the garbage when we were in the same dimension. He would help fix things around the house. I wouldn't have to lift heavy things any more...

But it wasn't until one day I was at Target. On the clearance rack was a really nice rolling pin, not the kind with handles. It was the baker's kind that is all one long tapered rod of wood. I held it in my hand, interested in it, and looked at the price tag to see if I could afford it.

You can hit me with that if you want...

It was Ross, offering to be like Ricky to my Lucy, like the Honeymooners, like all those old shows where if the women were angry they could hit the man over the head with the frying pan or the rolling pin, and everything would be okay between the two again.

My heart melted. I knew that he meant it. And I would never, ever hit him with it. It made me know he understood how I felt, how frustrated and angry I had been over his secrets. He has not one, but two. I have only shared publicly the one. The second involves another, and is best kept between us.

All is forgiven, now, for everything. On that.

I slapped him the night before last, though.

I was put through a psychological test for 'great disappointment'--he told me that is what it was, and that I had passed with flying colors. He whispered, because he was proud of me, and I wasn't supposed to know. (I had been through some very challenging and difficult experiences recently)

'How CRUEL!' and I slapped him on the face, just like in the movies, with the message, 'don't ever do that to me again!'

He looked at me with surprise, and sadness, and the recognition that yes, it wasn't right at all to test me with no warning and take me to such extreme distress in the name of a 'test'.

I was outvoted. he said, simply.

All of a sudden I understood, because he knows me well, he had anticipated my reaction, and stood up for me, but the council had outvoted him on the plan. They had desired to see how a person who has my vibration (it is high) reacts now to extreme disappointment.

My reaction? I trusted and moved closer to Ross. Until I found out it wasn't just a usual struggle but in fact had been deliberate, and a test. I made it unmistakably clear how I felt about that.

But then after I knew his side of things, I rubbed his face and kissed him and apologized and gave a tearful ho'oponopono to him, to the council, to Ashtar (yes, he got slapped too, and I'm not the kind to get upset like that--I don't hit my son, or anybody--but with the Galactics treating me like a lab rat that was way over the line).
Ross and Ashtar are usually together, except the times that Ross is actually alone with me. Ashtar had told me the results of the test too.

Both Ashtar and Ross apologized. They immediately saw how it came across as uncaring, cold, and clinical to 'test' someone psychologically like that without their consent to participate in a test. They assured me there would be no tests of this kind on anyone, ever, without a fair treatment of the subject who agrees to the conditions of the test. They said, and they meant it, that they are still learning, and that day I was the teacher for them both.

Galactics and Ascended Masters are different. They have patience, they always expect the best of you, they encourage you no matter how dire the present situation, and they have feelings. Although they are not perfect, they acknowledge their shortcomings and are more sincere than anybody I have ever met in wanting to grow and to correct their behavior.

I look forward to spending time with Ross. Because of his gentleness, I am healing on a very deep, soul level, in my heart.

By his example I strive now to grow in gentleness as well.

I am thankful because it also brings out the love and gratitude for all that is in this Now moment, too.

Thank you Ross. I love you very much. You are my beloved, and I wouldn't want it to be any other way, than me and you.

I hope I discussed this topic fairly, and to your liking, honey.

Have a beautiful day.

Peace.




Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Pink Pink You Stink!

Recently at a local nightclub, a young asian woman was beaten to death by two latinas. There were very few witnesses who came forward to describe what they saw, but there was plenty of cell phone video. The cause of death was traumatic brain injury from blows to the head.

There is rumor of gang involvement.

Today we are going to discuss the dark side of the Gaia experiment--that is, while on surface of the planet, the harm women do to each other, and their children.

It's ugly.

I see it as the most important focus of healing for us all as we transition to a Galactic Society.

Here are some examples that are personal that I share:

• I walked down the street as a preschooler to visit my best friend, Jackie, who was two years older than me. I wore my favorite new pant suit. I looked beautiful, and I enjoyed looking my best. 'Pink Pink You STINK!' she said when I got to the front door. The words stung like a knife, and shocked me out of my state of centeredness and joy! I had no concept people could treat each other like this! I immediately burst into tears and ran the rest of the way home. (later, as adults, Jackie told me she didn't want me to get conceited, so she teased me on purpose the whole time we were growing up. It worked. I am one of the most down-to-earth people you'll ever meet. )
• My youngest sister is very persistent. She also knows what she wants. Although I had yarn ties on the outside of my drawers in my dresser, I also had perfect memory of how I had arranged the items in the drawers within. Although she and mother would swear up and down that she didn't get into my things while I was away at school, and they would show me how yarns would be tied--because of what was inside, I knew! I grew up with deception as the norm, and favoritism of my sibling, too.
• My sister later grew up to be a 'Queen Bee', the popular one who made other kids' lives miserable, like in the movie, Mean Girls. I used to watch her and say, 'you better be nice to those bused kids from the inner city.  They can't help it that they are poor.' and 'Be careful because one day all of this might come back in your face.' Sure enough, the last week of sixth grade, all the children turned against her, and she was shunned. The only people who accepted her were the poor inner city kids who rode the bus. There were two. My sister took it so hard mother made her miss the last two weeks of school. In Junior High she kept the same circle of friends, and made fun of the bused kids. I kept my mouth shut.
• Mother is very into being Sicilian. She smiles at everyone, but she has a temper and a sense of 'justice for her kids who have been treated unfairly'. One day years later, in the alley, she ran into the leader of the group against my sister, Holly J. Mom cornered Holly, and gave her 'a piece of her mind'. She told Holly that she is going to 'rot in hell' and that --oh, I don't recall--but lots of things that made Holly run and cry. Mom denied it. She denied ever saying things like that at all to everyone but the family, because mom's reputation was 'nice' and Holly's well, wasn't that good at all. No one would believe Holly. Ever. If she said what mom did.
• I once went to the home of my boyfriend's best friend, a woman, who 'wanted to cook italian'.  It was an ugly home that was rented where she lived with her friends. I had an apartment that was available to the graduate students and faculty at UCSD--it was subsidized. She had a cat. I am deathly allergic to cats. So as the night progressed, I got sicker and also a chill because she didn't heat the house.  She was super sweet and gave me a sweatshirt from her college. I got to where I couldn't breathe. I bet she had rubbed the cat with it. I felt like she was competing with me and trying to make me look bad; in fact, her food was terrible. He broke up with me later that week; they both had worked together behind my back. To this day I say 'they deserve each other'. He broke up with me because his friends said 'I am too nice'.

Has anything like this happened to you?

Studies have shown that when girls fight, it is non-physical and actually MORE damaging because they destroy the victim's reputation. 

Where is the source of the anger and hostility towards one another?

It is from a belief in 'lack'--lack of suitable mates, lack of beauty, lack of friendship, lack of LOVE.

If mice are left in a cage with no food source, they will cannibalize.  They will eat each other.

Rats do it too. 

The way I see it, and this is my own interpretation--women have been cooped up on surface Gaia, a feminine planet, with the masculine energies so WIDELY OVERPOWERING the Divine Feminine for so long, that the women on the planet turned against each other.  

Just like the mice.

Except they attacked each other's souls, each other's psyches, and each other's reputations...

Some of the meanest people in the hospital have been the females. The cardiac surgeons are 'like men' and are exceedingly cruel in their words to the cute young anesthesiologist. I had one make me do critical care in the O.R. for three hours in the middle of the night after the case. At the beginning, she wouldn't let me line the patient because there was 'urgency'--although the lines would have helped me keep the patient safer under anesthesia. But on the bed, ready to go to the ICU at two in the morning, the surgeon wants 'lines'. So I a-line, I central line, I float the Swan. And I stayed as her prisoner until five a.m, titrating the drips until her patient 'stabilized'.  This patient was too sick for an ICU nurse, in her opinion. She wanted anesthesia to keep them alive.

I had to work the next day.

Yesterday I totally 'lost it'. I touched a nerve in my soul that made me see red and want to call the whole Ascension thing off and have the planet blow up. I thought someone was talking to my Ross and He wasn't telling me about it.

It's on the internet. I know who he is. You don't. And there was a lot of news.  How could he talk and not mention it to me? Besides, who is he, and who am I to love, if he acts like this? I am not one to 'control' him, but I very much would like a chance to explore being Twin Souls with one another...

The reason for my concern is that in the Higher Realms 'people cheat'.

The appreciation of beauty somehow combines with the We Are One in Joy energy to make kissing total strangers 'okay', even if you 'belong' to another, and nobody cares.

This is a big draw for 3D men and some of the women, but not me, with my long-distance Galactic relationship with my Twin Soul.

I called the Galactics on the carpet on this one. I said, 'as long as I am on Gaia, I don't have to buy in to Galactic culture, and this is IT! I draw the line HERE! Otherwise I abort everything we have all worked for. End of story--my free will wants to have everything blow up and turn to NOTHING in the Galactic Central Sun, including me. Otherwise the pain to witness my Twin Soul with another without my free will blessing it is too great for me to suffer.

I was told 'you slept with Ashtar. And a Sirian.'

They were right. I needed those few times before I knew Ross better to help me get 'on track' so I would be ready for him. At the time we were 'promised' but he was there and I was here, so Ross had given me the okay to meet someone on earth, Ito if I wanted or whoever, because he understood what it was like to be alone. He cared for my well-being and my happiness. Ashtar told me his 'wife' had given full consent before because of the important healing that was involved between us. So I was on the receiving end of that Galactic 'way'.

So I thought about it.

I found Ross and I talked to him about the pain. About how the Galactic misperception that 'all is Illusion' sort of doesn't 'appreciate' the depth of our suffering, particularly us women. I made it clear that I am too early in my own healing to even consider it, sharing him. All I want is a chance to heal my heart.

The Galactics were totally blindsided by my reaction.

Ross was so nice. He says that in the future, I will be with him, right next to him, in my little dress. 

I looked at the ground, and didn't look him in the eye.

He said, how about if we hold hands on camera, and everyone knows we are affectionate and we belong to each other too?

I looked up, and felt a little hope. I said, 'can there be footsie, too?'

He paused, smiled, and said yes, there can be footsie, too.

Our women have been under siege for so long--there are physical atrocities against women, particularly in times of war, there is financial tyranny against them, having once been chattel...and there is emotional turmoil they have for one another.

No one likes to talk about this.

But I am, here and now, in order for the deep and very blessed Healing to begin.

Not all women are unsupportive--in fact, everyone has their own circle of friends to support them in times when someone steals their husband, or anything else...

It's just that, it never should have come to this state at all.

Skunk is the totem for Reputation.

It is important in the overall plan, one's Reputation. After all, it is something that you can 'take with you'.

Funny how the stripes of skunk are dark and light, just like the Yin and Yang in the Tao.

Focus on that balance within your hearts today.

May the hearts and souls and reputations of everyone on Surface Gaia begin their healing right away.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

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.

Expectations

I read Blossom Goodchild's message today with interest. http://galacticchannelings.com/english/blossom09-01-14.html

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:

Dog Days Are Over by Florence And The Machine

http://youtu.be/T2yPrOUNguk

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,

Reiki Doc

Called Back By Ashtar

Incredible sleepiness overcame me this afternoon.

I lay down on the couch, covered myself with a blanket, and let go.

Next thing I saw was Ashtar's face, big, right next to my own.

Oh crap I'm busted! I thought.

Ashtar embraced me tight, and said, 'Thank you for loving me so much you expect so much more of me.' and 'I want to show you something.' He took me by the hand, and up to a part of the ship where I got a good look at space.

He explained there were many ships out there, watching us, and sending the energies to us for the changes that are about to happen. I wasn't sure if I was being shown them or they were being shown me.

Then a loud cheer came from all of the ships.

Apparently my outburst is something that is atypical for Galactics. They understood and were happy for my taking a stand on things.

Then my Twin Soul came, and escorted me to 'The Office'--the same place I went last night. I wasn't sure if I was in trouble or not.

I found God and sat on His lap, like always. I thanked him for answering my request. He wanted to know how the energies felt now, and I said, 'Much Better!!!' with a smile.

I also asked about the 'exit strategies'. I offered to have my Higher Self assist if anyone was going to be leaving the planet. He said not to worry about it.

I also whispered my wish for the New Year: for my Galactic Brothers and Sisters to be welcome on Surface Gaia, and for the Agarthans in the hollow center of Gaia not to have to hide any more, if God would please be so kind. I want them to be able to come and enjoy the sights that Gaia has to offer, and to experience them, like swimming in the ocean and visiting our museums and enjoying some of the regional foods...I also asked for no more killing, no more killing animals (might a replicator make the meat?).

And I asked for one more wish--to share some Earth 'things' up to the ships for the Galactics to celebrate the New Year's with us. I showed God the little poppers that you throw on the ground and they pop. God smiled at the tiny explosions as he threw the ones I gave him, and I took a package of my boy's and filled His whole pocket with them.

I saw these being lifted up from Gaia to the many ships:

And I smiled with delight!

Then my Twin Flame came and got me. He smiled. He said the Galactics would be celebrating the countdown with the New York time, and at midnight they would be celebrating with them.

He would be busy at my own time zone three hours later. But if I didn't mind, could we celebrate midnight now? He smiled and gave me a kiss. I hadn't had one on New Year's for a very long time. I enjoyed it very much.

Happy New Year,
Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc


P.S. This is from the Galactics:

Guy Lombardo's final New Year's Eve Broadcast

(They think the whole New Year's concept is real cool)

The Event And You: A Decision

You are loved.

By Creator.

Whether you believe in The Divine or not.

A large percentage of the global population believes in the existence of both angels and the afterlife in a place of nurturing, warmth, love and compassion.

Perhaps if you choose not to believe, you may wish to continue reading. This article provides the information that is needed for you to make your choice with your Free Will. It is being asked of all of us at this time.

Those who have our best interest at heart--the angels if you will--are concerned about the way things are headed on Gaia. People cannot afford to make ends meet. The elite and entitled 'few' are controlling  the majority of the population, the 'ninety-nine percent'. The majority has been crying out for relief and help in every area of living. All of these prayers and requests for Divine Intervention have not fallen on deaf ears!

As a psychic, medium, clairvoyant, and physician, I wish to discuss this frankly with you.

Are you happy?

Do you wake up with joy in your heart?

Is there enough time in the day for you to do what you really wish to do with your life--during all days, not only the weekend?

There is a movement that has been going on for the past thirty years to free you from a society that is not what the Creator had in mind while making earth.  If you believe everything is fine, just the way it is, then, assume the Blue Crane Origami is for you, and stop reading here. The vote that is represented by the Blue Crane Origami Option is to maintain the current conditions and accept them as they are.

If you are willing to explore more, then we shall proceed:

• There are resources and leaders of the Resistance Movement who are currently making the decision on when to intervene on the 'status quo' for the betterment of all mankind.
• The Resistance Movement has access to vast reserves of gold (The St. Germain Fund) and advanced technology that has never been seen. 
• The 'intervention' is a metaphysical and physical 'event' that is called, for lack of a better term, 'The Event'.
• This intervention, called, The Event, will rectify ongoing illegal activities that are taking place in the central banking system that is enmeshed with all global economies (except Iceland. They did this intervention approximately two years ago.)
• Other benefits of The Event are the release of energy and medical technologies that have been hidden by the Petrochemical and Pharmaceutical industries because of the inherent 'conflict of interest'. These new developments will be made available to everyone on the planet.
• All debt is going to be cancelled at once.
• New, fair government systems will replace the corrupt ones across the planet, with no one country having dominance over any of the rest.
• 'Cobra' is the code name for the informant who is the keeper of the official news source of the Resistance Movement. His blog will be reference in a link in blue three paragraphs further down.

The Red Crane Origami Option is to do something to improve the current situation using all the technology and support that is available. 

To put the Red Crane Origami Option into motion,  review the following link--read it, participate in the Peace Meditation for 'The Return Of Innocence' on Saturday, December 21, 2013 as described, and sign the petition.

The people behind the Resistance Movement are not going to pull the trigger and start The Event without making sure it is of the Free Will of the People.

Your information is safe--besides, it isn't anything the NSA does not know about you already…

http://2012portal.blogspot.com/2013/12/return-to-innocence-activation-and.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FjUQcb+%28Portal+2012%29

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. Please share with those you care about so they will know they have a say in this matter as well.

P.P.S. Here is a 'toast to innocence'--may it be enjoyed by all of humanity in the first possible moment…

http://youtu.be/cmVXYOJzAJM

The Healers And Denial: A Second Look At The Cobra Petition

Nana was dying. I had arranged hospice the night before, and spent eight hours of the day at her side, comforting her until the pain medicine from hospice arrived.

The next night I returned after my son came back from his weekend with his dad. I took him by to say one last goodbye to her. He looked at her and said, 'I wish I could be by your side forever' without any prompting from me. I took him to his cousins, and returned after giving my sister, who had taken care of nana's affairs, some emotional support.

On the day our grandmother Nana Angelina died, this sister came to visit nana with me. I had taken the day off from work.

Much to my dismay, my sister, she would not shut up!

She discussed everything and anything else!

When the priest arrived to give the Last Rites, we cried and comforted one another. Soon it was time for her to go. Then mom came with her caregiver. To make matters worse, Mom started talking about money and shopping in Beverly Hills! The caregiver, a nurse, came close to nana and kissed her head and softly smoothed nana's hair over and over. Mom wanted to stay with me, and I politely declined. In true Italian diplomacy, I said, 'you must be tired after being at the doctor all morning. You need your rest. Why don't you come back after dinner?' She agreed.

Then we were alone. Nana and me. I kissed her and held her hand and talked gently with her to encourage her the whole time. Like a 'death midwife', I knew what to expect and did my very best to make the Transition more comfortable for her. I smoothed organic pumpkin lotion on her thin arms and legs and shoulders. I anointed her with High Vibration Oils. And she passed peacefully--more details are here:  http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2013/11/what-i-just-saw-with-my-third-eye.html

That my loved ones could be so selfish in our nana's time of need made me ANGRY!

I confessed with a close friend, a daughter of a social worker whose husband has survived two heart transplants only to die from complications of a motorcycle crash the day before their anniversary (he was going to buy her favorite perfume for her and got clipped by another vehicle). I said, 'I can't BELIEVE how RUDE my family was to poor Nana as she lay dying!!! Couldn't they have put their own needs aside and taken care of hers FIRST????'

That was when my friend stopped me in my tracks.  Basically she said:

• Our Purpose is to be Healers. This is what we were sent to do. We are comfortable with the dying and the sick.
• Their Purpose is NOT. Their Purpose is Something Else.
• They are OVERWHELMED by the situation of Death, and go into DENIAL.
• It is not their fault.
• Let go of the anger.

I have something more for you…a lesson from another source of anger that has affected me for a long time…

I am angry I am not with God as close as I was before I incarnated Here on my Mission.

Every day I experience a kind of pain that is relentless. It is a homesickness and lack of 'emotional support and connection to the Divine' that I knew each and every day of my existence before this. Nothing I had tried could take the sorrow at being 'not Home' away. Yet I fought it! I would complain. I wanted to experience the 'next-best-thing'--in partnership with a loving man. All my hope was set on this. The man of interest would change, but the goal to experience the Divine in Him wasn't. And I have not had a date, a conversation, even a cup of coffee to lead me toward this dream in ten years!

Now I understand. It is never going to happen, because it is not possible to find someone who is compatible with me…It just is not. My Vibration doesn't match many, and the Dark Hats will do everything in their power to keep me alone on this journey. They do not want any of the Illuminated Twin Souls to meet.

I still fought it.

Until today.

I finally learned the lesson. I owe a great big thanks to my friend Paul, who is resisting his Lesson. It is a different one, but he can't see it. We cannot see the dynamics of our Lesson while we are actively learning it. So…I took the emotional reaction I had to my lesson,which was the same as his emotional reaction to his lesson,  and applied the solution to Paul's lesson, to mine! And it worked…it 'clicked'. I surrendered to the Lesson. And I found Peace.

I trust Here and Now that there is a good reason for things to be the way they are; fighting is not successful or bringing me happiness in any way. I chose to accept the status quo and dial my 'Vibration' in to something more pleasant for me to live with.

So how does this tie in with the new Cobra Intel?

In a lot of ways…

• We are the Healers in this situation. We can EXPECT to see a lot of denial in the others who are not 'up' on The Event, Ascension, and the rest, when The Event happens.
• In our Compassion for the others, we can be dragged down in Vibration, just like a rescuer can be drowned by the person they are intending to save.
• Our 'attitude' of Love and Gratitude is the safest protection we have in these times.
• When The Event happens, we will know exactly what to do, and will be given Divine Assistance and Guidance as much will be expected of us as Healers and Guides for the rest of the population on Gaia.
• Just like death and dying and code brown is highly unpleasant, we tend to those sick and dying in our care because our task is the front of our minds--so it is with The Event and the aftermath. (I call it the 'demo' phase of the new 'remodeling project' on Earth. ) The New Earth will be beautiful and fair and with Peace…only some of those are going to have an abrupt awakening to the higher energies and the Truth...

So what does this all boil down to, you may ask?

If you want to free the planet once and for all from the Cabal, it is time for you to step up. Vote if you wish to have The Event happen sooner or later. (current tallies are for 'sooner'). And also be sure to sign the petition if your vote is 'yes, make it sooner'. All information is confidential, you are safe to share online. Ask you spouse and family for their input and vote. The deadline is the 21 December, 2013. In signing you are acknowledging that with this goes the extra added role as an 'awakener' of sorts to comfort those who were deeply asleep. It won't be anything less than the chance to assist you agreed to take before you incarnated on Gaia.

Here is the link to Cobra's Intel. The 'vote' is in the right hand column, and the petition is on the article about three-fourths of the way down. http://2012portal.blogspot.com/2013/12/event-developments.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FjUQcb+%28Portal+2012%29

Aloha and Mahalos, 

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. Here is a little Gloria Estefan Holiday music video for you. Positive Military, you ROCK!!!

 : )))

http://youtu.be/yfo2KjrZFdc

So Great To Be Alive Today!

Now is an excellent time to be alive! So much is happening! It cannot be 'seen' unless it is first 'felt'. And THEN, if you know what to look for, so very much is happening that you can see!

Look for other people's behavior--how they treat each other, and how they treat you.

That's a hint!

Are they trying to take advantage of you? Are they grumpy? Are they motivated by 'a sense of lack' and 'fear'?'

Isn't that totally obvious to you when they are? LOL.

Are they kind, happy to see you, and smiling from their heart? Even strangers?

Isn't that wonderful how so many more are being that way? ; )

The vibrations are going UP!

For the past few nights I have been sleeping outside. It has been over ninety degrees, and inside the house is too warm for sleeping. I place cushions on the balcony, and I fall asleep listening to the water fountain and looking at the stars.

Then I get cold. I go to my bed well after two in the morning.

Guess what? I got woke up by ants yesterday. This is a normal thing in California in late summer--all throughout the state, ants get hungry and thirsty and overheat.  I felt something on my skin and was like, what is this?

I just brushed them off.

Ants have a message in Native American Medicine Cards.

They are strong and planners and team players and giving of self like many other animals--but what gets them the 'notice' is their Patience.

Just 'wait'.

That was the message from the Ants.

I followed my intuition the night before when I saw Cobra post:  m=0
The comments made me think, 'Cool! We're almost here! (for the Event)'
But I held back.
I didn't post it.

Good thing I listened to my higher self. And to the ants. Cobra posted this yesterday afternoon: http://2012portal.blogspot.com/2013/09/weekly-worldwide-peace-meditation-videos.html

This makes complete and total sense--we are in this for the long haul. For those of you who 'got irritated' because December 21, 2012 came and 'nothing happened', you are probably going to be upset about the delay now. That's what your eyes and logic are saying.

But if you look with your heart at everything that is not on the news, but in fact, face to face with you, and reflect on it, things are changing rapidly everywhere you 'see'.

One of the biggest 'delays' for anything Divine is 'for the highest good'. This means 'to help the most people'. And if in the Big Plan, there is a delay for 'behind the scenes' or 'people would freak out' or 'there was some card up the sleeve of the Cabal and they are going to hurt a lot more people that are innocent' so it is.

Here is what you can expect for the month of December and early October, if you ask me:

• News media will be very 'emotional' and 'fear driven'. For example, yesterday I saw an article about 'danger of an earthquake in the delta that would affect water supply to L.A.' This is how the Illuminati 'hijack' your powers of co-creation--you worry and then your energy actually 'makes' it happen. Think of the 'Law of Attraction' next time you read or watch the news.
• The pressure on the people is going to be worse--people who are struggling to pay the bills can't mount much of a fight against anything. Sick people, hot people, depressed people, aren't going to 'step up to the plate' or even 'smell a rat'.
• To the 'Friends Upstairs' or 'The Galactics', time does not exist like it does down here. Think of the character Griffin in Men In Black 3--just to 'see' something 'outside of normal experience' in the Time department. It's kind of like that. Especially when it comes to 'predictions'.
• Look for the desperation! Look for the struggle behind the scenes to 'make everything seem normal'.
• Play the game, 'I Spy Illuminati!' to pass the time. Yesterday on the Secret Service show my son was watching, I learned that the name for the special car that is armored and protects the President is  'The Beast'. Oh, really? Hmmmmmm.  Other things I have seen recently are an all-seeing eye right in the middle of Sea-Tac (will add picture later), funny places the color dark green shows up--even on a Princess--that's the COLOR of the official 'The Beast'...look for words like 'shocking' and 'a monster' on TV. The music at the grocery store yesterday had a Monarch Mind-controlled slave singing (seriously, even though the links are long and a slow read, the list of celebrities who are 'working for The Beast' is definitely worth every minute spent reading Cobra's Little Red Pill! Here is the link: http://kauilapele.wordpress.com/2012/07/22/cobra-update-7-22-12-the-red-pill/)

That is enough for today. Keep your Vibration UP and your shoulders back and your heart Light shining for all the world to see...

Love and Light,

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. This symbol is Pleiadian. How does it make you feel to look at it? It is also almost like an ancient symbol of Atlantis, too.