Now we are well into the Divine Healing Keys, symbols that are written on the skin with our finger or a crystal, and then in the air above the skin to write them into our aura, for the desired Healing effect.
They can be mixed together or embellished, in the way that 'feels right' to you.
Here are the other keys before this one, in chronological order that they were given:
These images are combined to show you about the incredible Life Force Energy that is in Nature, and also in YOU.
Here is the key to help you release your own power of Life Force, and harness it to assist you, with the mutual understanding between you and the Archangels that this is for the Highest Good and Highest Healing you will be able to reach in whatever matter you wish to be healed.
Archangel Raphael wants you to know that healing is a sweet process. It is his favorite, to align the soul with harmony and light. It is a pleasure for him to do this for everyone who asks., so be sure to call him in when there is need for it. The numbers and the codes and the symbols are are ways to help you 'connect' with him and his team, but there is also the possibility of the direct connection between your heart and his.
No matter is too small.
Go ahead and ask for help.
He will serve you and help you with your needs.
Namaste.
Ross:
Carla calls me her 'honey'.
I am her honey. To Carla life is sweet when I am with her. No matter where we are, or what we are doing, she is so very delighted when I am with her.
There have been some tough times on her. There has been not one but two large plumbing leaks in her garage, one of which went down through the wall into her downstairs bath and right on the other side of the garage in her kitchen.
She is also facing the loss of not one but two people who she adored, both Isabel and Lisa, who I am planning on taking 'home' and have been talking about it with her for the last six months.
In her heart, Carla deals with this, the challenges and the agony of saying her goodbye, which in its own way is a reliving of the trauma of watching me die a horrible death, one of the most horrible there has ever been, and being absolutely, one hundred percent powerless to stop it.
She carries on, in her way.
And what she worries about on her way to work will surprise you!
Yesterday, she called me in, for I was busy, and she has a little button that she wears around her neck in spirit, like your 'Life Alert' button. It is to call me.
She never calls it.
Except I have been so busy in meetings, I haven't been with her for about two weeks. (Except for writing my messages to you.) She missed me, and she pushed the button.
Her concern for me is that she was not taking her fair share of the work that flows between us as the healing twins on Gaia.
She was worried about me, and my working to hard.
'She wasn't carrying her weight' was the exact word she said to me.
That is why I called on Monica to send her this message through her deceased infant, baby Micah, who had fatal neurologic injury and did not recover after a traumatic meconium aspiration at birth.
Carla--put the message here for everybody--and I want all--especially Monica--to see how I had her assistance in healing you:
My fellow souls,
It is with immense gratitude that I am here to give everyone of you a hug full of love for the energy work that was done for my physical body and soul during my short but very powerful journey in what you call earth.
Most of you know me as Micah, for this is the name that my parents Monica and Daniel chose for me. The name is no mistake. It’s meaning is “Who is like God”.
My message to you is not only of gratitude and love but to remember that we all are like God. We all have within us the power to create, the power to love unconditionally and the power to shine our divine light.
Some of you may think of me as a sick baby, which was what I chose to be on earth. But make no mistake and be sure that my soul is very much healed, advanced and evolved by my short journey.
Each one of you played a magnificent roll in this evolution and for that I would always be grateful. As you touch my soul with healing and loving energy I also touched yours with divine love.
Many beings see my departure from earth as a termination of my journey; this is true in some realms. But my journey has just begun, I have prepared many, many years for this to happen and finally here I am. Ready to start the real work.
The journey of mine would have been more difficult if I would have not received your healing energies since I was in Monica’s womb, my wonderful, unselfish and beloved Mother.
Carla’s work is admirable; she is a healing/ loving channel that we all celebrate, and the people that she reaches form a wave of love. This wave of love forms more waves of love, and these waves of love form more waves of love.
Blessing to you ALL. Not only for the waves of love that you sent to me but for the waves that were generated too.
The last time I worked anesthesia for labor and delivery, I was finishing up some charting, and wondering when the next anesthesiologist was going to show up to relieve me.
Sitting in a chair, on the edge of her seat, three computers down, was the ward clerk. She had worked all night, and I thought it was unusual of her to sit there instead of at the front desk.
Seven a.m. came about five minutes later.
She logged in to this computer time card system, clocked out, and literally RAN out the door!
The nurses have to do this on this little machine in the hall. There is one by the elevators, and another by the main O.R.
I see them waiting near it at the end of the day, waiting to go home. I also see people clocking in and out for lunch relief at the operating room too.
I have to admit, the only way I can do my twenty-four hour call, is to count down, just like this, in my mind, 'they can only hurt me for seventeen more hours...' all the way down to the end of my call shift.
Is this part, the 'running a business' for a profit or non-profit facility healthy?
I read an E.R. Doctor's column on 'Wellness' today--and he said, 'I hadn't seen the beach in one year. I live five minutes from the beach, and to see the ocean, all I have to do is look out my window. But with my stressful life, and busy schedule, I hadn't seen the ocean, or been to the beach, for a whole year.'
That is was started his search to seek wholeness and wellness in his life. He says it's like a sitting stool with three legs--one is sleep, the other is exercise, and the last is work. Without all three, you're not going to have a stable chair, or complete health.
Furthermore, it has been said, that the act of going 'under' anesthesia is the closest thing a person can get to going fetal--the anesthesiologist breathes for you, all drugs are given through your circulation, and you just 'float away' until the surgery is complete.
In Reiki, there is trust in the healer, just like with the surgeon and with the anesthesia provider (MD, CRNA, or anesthesia assistant). My cousin, who is the son of very strong Christians, enjoys my blog and gives me support, quietly, so as not to make waves. I completely understand given the situation, and I am grateful for the support.
Recently, his sister was hospitalized with pyelonephritis.
He asked me to send Reiki for her.
That kind of quiet trust, between the healer, and those who come to them, in my heart, is one of the most beautiful, special, and fragile 'flowers' of spirit on Gaia.
I cherish it.
I have had horrible things happen to me, that landed me in the Emergency Room where I work. Or in surgery there. And in my heart, I love and appreciate the ability of others who know what to do when I am sick, and to make me feel better.
(They also know how frightened I am to be on the 'patient side' of things, for as a caregiver I have seen 'too much'--and manage this delicate part of the situation beautifully, too. I am so blessed in everyone who has ever been sent my way to heal my physical illnesses...and my spiritual ones too.)
I want you to think of the 'balance' between healer and those who seek their care.
I want you to remember to give thanks for them, and to help them make ends meet.
I want you to be totally honest and straight up when it comes to sharing what the healer needs to know in order to help you feel better.
And with 'old school' energy medicine--which is 'new again'--and conventional medical treatment from whatever healing tradition feels 'right' for you--the double layer is all the more reason for the one who seeks balance and healing to relax and 'let go' and see how you do. <3
Always keep a 'timetable' in your mind, and if your symptoms do not resolve in a reasonable amount of time with one technique, go ahead and seek another. Most treatments should show improvement in a few days, at least partially, and should be clear to you and everyone involved. It can be an energy, a new feeling of peace, a plan, a new way to look at the situation, improving symptoms, weight loss, or even a miracle!
You never know what to expect!
And it can't hurt to keep trying.
I always think of illness as your body--the 'teacher'--trying to get your attention with a 'lesson' about 'balance' in the energy realm.
There is always something to learn, and always something to heal...in everyone...
Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Reiki Doc
P.S. Here are some people playing in the 'womb' of Gaia, the Ocean <3
P.P.S. in case you are wondering about the new Sheldan Nidle mention of the Light Boxes, that everyone is supposed to go into? Well, I went some time ago--August 2012. Here's the scoop, and THAT tool LOTS of trust...it was so worth it, too. http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-light-box.html
The last time I was in Oahu, I took my son to see Pearl Harbor.
As a first stop, we toured the memorial to the USS Arizona.
And experienced spirit guide, my boy, told me he had seen a soldier's spirit while he was on board the memorial. He mentioned to him that he knew someone (Ross) who could take him to the Light.
The man thanked him, and went back to tell three more friends, so they could all Go to the Light together.
And they did.
I saw something different.
I was guided to sit.
I sat on the bench to the right when you first get off the boat. As I closed my eyes, I was underneath, inside the wreckage. Mind you, most of the crew that was lost had long since gone to the Light. These were the few 'stragglers'...
I came across a man in full fetal position, shocked and in horror at what was going on. I spoke to him, gently. He would not respond. I kissed him, and that got his attention out of his horror.
I explained there was more of this, and more joy and happiness, in the Light. He looked at me with distrust. I said, 'You can come back here any time you wish, but now is the time for you to go.'
I kissed him again, just to make it clear, his decision was between the energy of that kiss, and the energy of where he had been. He was responding to the Light.
Quickly, before he could change his mind, Blessed Mother came, and helped him to go to the Light.
Several more I helped in this way.
Then the Archangels came, and made a vortex together with me and Ross, who was standing at the opposite end of the memorial.
All the 'straggler souls' (there were several hundred, possibly more) in the whole harbor started coming in. Not just American but Japanese souls too.
Some of them recognized Ross, and with smiles on their faces, bolted and RAN to him, much to Ross' delight.
I saw some held back, and I asked the Buddha to come through, so they might see him and in fact, they did and he was soon surrounded by the lost with their loving arms extended to embrace him.
I felt a few more, and I thought, perhaps Shinto? So I asked for Confucius, or whoever would be most appropriate, and the last went to this figure.
Ross and the Archangels told me they would take care of the rest...
When I boarded the Missouri, I saw MANY ghosts hanging out on the decks. They were happy to be there, very proud of their service, and just liked 'hanging out'. They waved to me and called out because they knew I could see them.
I didn't acknowledge them.
On the tour, all was calm, until I hit the display room just past the mess hall and before the petty officer parts.
Ross said, 'sit!'
So in the dark I sat in a chair.
An angel came in and asked me how I felt about this place?
I said it made me sad! So much military and fighting and death and cooping up the men and so little of the Divine Feminine.
Then all the ghosts came by to notice me.
And I said, 'You can go back any time, why not take the chance to go to the Light?'
Some of them--Ross says, 'all of them'--did.
Then I asked, just like on the Arizona where I added healing and Divine Goddess Energy from Gaia (a BRIGHT light blue column of Light, a vortex from Gaia) along with Galactic and Agarthan Reiki to touch the hearts of everyone who goes to the memorial...basically, I claimed it for the Light....
I asked on the Missouri for Divine Father AND Divine Mother to come in, and to bring healing to this area. The boat was too big for me, and for my energy.
Divine Mother came.
I was reassured that fighting like this is now of historical interest only.
Then I left.
For the rest of the tour, I noted how much attention was placed on feeding the crew--three kitchens, three 'mess halls', one for officers (who had the front of the ship where it's less likely to make you seasick), the petty officers, and the crew--plus offices and offices to coordinate supplies for food.
Then I thought, if this much goes 'in' then how about what comes 'out'? Where are the toilets?
There were very few. I laughed at the imbalance.
And they also had a dentist! Of all the unusual things.
The crew slept in 'coffin boxes', and yet the officers had like, call rooms, and the first and second in command had luxurious accommodations.
I wondered the rest of the tour through the ship, how much like this a Galactic Mother Ship is like? And I hoped perhaps the accommodations were more similar and just for everyone, instead of the range of 'luxury' that was apparent on this battleship?
Today's lesson is a series of tales that are designed to uplift the spirit and increase the consciousness.
The Token Doctor
A nurse took me aside as I came upstairs in the early morning to Labor and Delivery for an epidural. Another mother had the baby coming quickly, and although the obstetrician was on their way, they might not make it in time. Would I be willing to deliver the infant?
I knew full well all of the nurses on the floor knew exactly what to do. But because of my training, as the 'token doctor' I would be present 'just in case'. I put on my gloves and suddenly the OB doc rushed into the room. I gave silent thanks.
But then the charge nurse realized since the baby was coming early, would I mind being available to assist and possibly intubate, since the neonatologist was on the way?
So I joined the NICU nurse and the RT, and watched as the baby, eyes open, took its first breaths and began to cry.
They were okay.
And I knew why the baby isolette caught my attention first thing this morning, in the hall, and why I blessed it at the time without understanding why.
For this standby, for the Reiki I gave in silence with an open heart, I was not paid...in earthly dollars.
But in Heaven dollars of love and appreciation? I earned much.
She weighed three pounds, three ounces. She is a baby Ascended Master!
The Mystery Of The Sandwich And The Apple
It was nine p.m. and I was just settling into the call room with my blanket, when the phone rang. It was the nurse, asking, 'Did I wake you up?'
No, she hadn't.
She had seen a sandwich and an apple someone had left in the hall outside the changing room. She wanted to make sure if it was mine I got it.
She cared that I might have gone without dinner.
The next story explains why that sandwich was left...
Crash
I was at the front desk listening to our gay receptionist share about his experiences at the street festival in Belgium where the men--both gay and straight--dress like women and they look GOOD! ---when a commotion began.
There was a deep late deceleration on the monitor. And the baby was not coming back up.
I went straight to the O.R. and prepared my drugs. The patient came in the room. I dosed her labor epidural with the stronger anesthetics for surgery before they moved her to the bed.
I had mixed my lidocaine 2% with bicarb to help speed the onset. It was an old trick I learned in residency.
Within one minute they were starting to prep. The baby needed to be out. NOW.
My local anesthetics take ten minutes to work.
In a flash, I reached for my open alcohol wipe, and tested right above the first swipe of prep--Is this COLD? Do you feel it?
The answer was 'no'. I breathed a sigh of relief. The patient could stay awake and did not need general anesthetic. The next minute we cut and not much longer after that the baby was born, normal and healthy...
...it was a miracle! Thank you Archangel Raphael.
The Healing Table
Yesterday I ate lunch with five Vietnamese doctors.
One grew up in London. After I shared with him about my boy's being bullied at school, he said he was the only asian at the school. He played soccer, and that helped give him friends. But it wasn't until the Big Guy picked a fight with him, that things improved and people respected him.
First off, with the Little Guy, people sympathize with him, and hoped for him to win.
And second? He used his martial arts in the fight. And because he was asian, everybody there thought he was Chinese, and therefore, an expert in Kung Fu 'like all asians'.
Although in his opinion, the fight was 'a draw', from there on out, everyone at school called him 'Bruce Lee'.
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'Is that all you're going to eat?' the young asian doctor asked as he sat down to my left, setting down his plate with pork, mashed potatoes, gravy, and carrots with peas arranged beautifully on his plate.
On mine was mixed lettuce, tofu, and spicy cucumber mix stacked very high on my plate.
I realized that his meal is as society and the 'food pyramid' recommends--it's 'habit'--and my carbohydrates, protein, PLUS micronutrients were the 'new recommendation' based on my awareness and my own definition of 'health' -----------------------
As I put my tray aside, the vice-president for the hospital gently took me aside. Vietnamese, she and her husband were seated at the same table and hat shared lunch with me. She asked for my son's name. She wanted to pray for him, with his weight and his bullying. She says prayer every day.
I smiled and hugged her in warm acceptance! I almost cried tears of relief in front of my colleagues there.
I shared that I have a special devotion to Blessed Mother. She asked, in surprise, 'Are you Catholic?' I said, yes I was.' (baptized and went until this time in 2012--look up the work of Kevin Annett to see why I left).
I also shared that our hepatic surgeon asks for Nimfa to circulate for him on EVERY CASE, because she prays for his patients, and it 'works'. (He is the one who takes the Lord's name in vain when things don't go well in surgery http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2014/01/dont-have-cow-doc.html)
I was sure to ask for her son's name. It is Christian. He has depression. I offered to pray for him every day too.
It's Time For A Walk:
I woke early yesterday with a flash of the image of the face of a dog I know. Ross was right behind that flash, holding a leash made of this gold chain, and Ross was jangling it. I could hear the sound of the chain as only a leash can make.
I knew.
Although I didn't want to know, I knew Bobby was going to die. Today.
I asked his mom if it was okay to make a Reiki Request for him. She said yes.
The kindness and love I saw for him, the outpouring of heart and healing energy, was tremendous.
I was in contact with the family throughout the day. I asked, 'can you feel the Reiki?'
They did.
And it made a difference for everyone involved.
Bobby passed, and his mother gives thanks for the Reiki.
Transition is a gift. It clarifies the connection of our hearts, as one leaves and one stays. The bond between us gets a special focus, and time to be enjoyed with all of our consciousness. One supports the other, and at the end...well...because I am a medium...I get to enjoy 'the whole picture'.
Today I relayed messages back and forth between the dog and his family. They planned where to bury him, and with what object to 'take with him'.
This is a story.
I write it at the request of someone who is deceased.
This someone was my father...once upon a time...
Today I was eating my lunch at Au Lac. I sit at the counter. And Papa Ito came in! He is the ghost there, the father of the chef. I have taken messages for him, in the past. I have been shown a miracle--a perfect red heart in the marble on the wall that is still present that Papa Ito pointed out to me.
Let me go back in the story, so you will understand.
I had such a strong desire to know Ito since the first day we met, my soul was longing for this reconnection every single day. I thought he was my twin flame, my twin soul! This silent raw vegan chef who I didn't know from Adam, felt like the kindest, warmest soul I had met in a long time. And there was something about him I couldn't place...
I kept coming back to figure it out. The one time I first saw Papa Ito, he came back to me at my home, and asked me to write for him a message. I wrote what Papa Ito asked me to write, and gave it to Ito--who gave no response whatsoever.
Then came the memory, and why I had to seek forgiveness.. Imagine this little boy above as Ito, only about three months younger and wearing only a diaper. Imagine the look of horror and shock on the boy's face as his father was holding him up over his head and shaking him violently. Imagine a frightened little girl not much older than him who was wanting to help but in fear for her own safety, holding back and having her heart torn in pieces by the suffering of her younger brother.
That was me.
And the memory stopped. I have no recollection of that life, except that I died young.
I asked Ito for forgiveness, for what I did in the past life. It would have been better to act, and to get hurt, for him to learn that there is someone who cares about him, and that anger and abuse is not right. Instead, I protected myself and stayed still and silent.
He forgave me. And I forgave him for my soul wanting to know him, reaching out, and his not giving me the time of day...for his letting my spirit ache for him for such a long time. The two karmas 'cancelled'.
So every time I see Ito, I want to make sure he feels like this. I had been buying him little presents and things to make him laugh before the memory for some time. I did not understand why I felt the need to do such things for him. Now I see that as his sister, I want his happiness more than anything, even if I am reborn and now younger than him, my soul connection to him is one of older sister.
I feel great pride every time I see my little brother and his accomplishments after a childhood as rough as ours.
I have been told by those close to him, that he once had a sister who had died.
I was told this after I shared my story which I had told no one except them and now as I tell you at the request of Father.
When Papa Ito came in today, I was feeling like this.
C: Hi Papa! Long time no see! how are you? (my heart filled with love for him)
PI: I drank.
C: I know that Papa. Everyone knows that about you!
PI: I hit. I was violent.
C: I know that too. (when I wrote the channelled message for Ito, there was an apology along those lines to him.)
PI: (very long pause) I killed you.
And then I saw an image, very clear, of a little girl and a struggle, and him striking her in anger with his bare hands, and her lying deathly still. It was true. My heart filled with love and forgiveness for him.
C: Oh Papa! (I sensed that he wanted forgiveness, but there was nothing to forgive. All there was now was a powerful sense of love and family between us. It did not change.)
And with that, Papa Ito went away. He found peace.
For all of the interaction with Papa Ito, I have no recollection, or contact, with my mother from that life. I don't know why, and I don't question it.
The lesson that is here for each of us, is that love is more powerful than death, even when someone close to you in fact, kills you in a past life. The reconnection is more important for the healing overall. There have been other lives where I died in order to teach a soul lesson to help a struggling soul out of darkness; in seeing the horror they had created, they woke up spiritually and began the journey home to the Light.
This is the energy of Papa Ito now. He is wise. He is loving. He is not affected by anger and chemicals. He has found his peace. He is joyful with the hope of helping his loved ones from where he is now.
What I didn't expect is that yesterday would be a healing session with him for me.
He was careful to make sure I was rested, fed, and relaxed before he started his work. Lie in the sun. Eat your lunch. Do one Sudoku in your comfortable chair.
Write...
I got out my notebook and pen.
The First Question
Q: Who is the most important person in your life experience?
A: (I gave many answers--each time meeting with the repeating of the question, gently and with kindness, until I 'got it right') My baby daddy. The point is that the most important person in your life (my son's father, the one who made me a mom, and is still involved in co-parenting) might not be someone you like or even likes YOU. You might not even live with them. Our relationship is civil, and we cooperate in the ninety-percentile of 'good co-parenting relationships' according to the court. The most important person in my life shattered my dreams and forced me to face my abandonment issues I had struggled with my whole life by genuinely abandoning me.
I wasn't so sure why I was getting this lesson...
The Second Question
Q: Where would you be in your life is you hadn't been gang-raped by those neighborhood boys when you were four years old?
A: (I had to pause to not remember the devastation and the horror so I could answer) I would be a mother of five, with grandkids here already, and working to support all of them.
He looked at me, and asked further, 'And where would you be on your mission?'
The point is that some of our WORST experiences in life lock us into a situation that makes it nearly impossible for us to miss our calling to our life mission. Through that 'gift' as Mother Teresa would call it, I was unable to form healthy romantic relationships, I had PTSD, I wanted to help others not experience pain in surgery, my compassion went through the roof, and my courage to speak up for those in need of healing and protection crystallized. My resolve to help bring the feminine, intuitive side into conventional medicine--by bringing Reiki into the O.R. and 'coming out' as a medium and psychic in the workplace--is unwavering.
Even though these things were making sense, I was starting to get very, very upset. And cry.
Yes, Ross was making me cry, and I couldn't understand it!
The Third Question
Q: If you could go anywhere in the world right this minute, where would you go?
A: (I had to think about it) Kona Village. It is my heaven on earth. I sought its comfort. FAST.
This is a resort with no TV and no phones and no radio, where you get a little hale (Hah-Lay) house with no locks on the doors, all meals are included, and you can snorkel and kayak and paddle board all day. It got destroyed with the tsunami, and is no longer open.
He looked at me and asked further, 'Didn't your boy cut his leg on some a'a lava, and have to go to the emergency room on Saturday night?' and he kept on, 'Didn't you almost get swept out to sea when the current overtook your kayak, and your boy was with you, but he couldn't help paddle because he was too little, and you fought with all your might to get back to shore?'
Then I lost it completely. I cried and cried and cried in the misery of the truth, the painful truth. And he wasn't taking one step to comfort me.
In fact, when I told him, 'If you are wanting to motivate me to do my paperwork I am dreading--this is a powerful way of doing it indeed!'
And he got hurt.
I have never once seen Ross get angry or upset with me. Ever. He said, bewildered, 'I did you a FAVOR!'
At that I gave a 'time out' with my hands. I had to explain it to him, because Ross didn't understand the hand signal, what it meant. I said, 'We are hurting each other and I don't know why and I want it to stop until we can resolve the issue.' He shot back, 'What is there to resolve?'
And I left my body, my form, and went to another dimension. I sat in fetal position, well, with my energy as best as I could without a body. He followed me, and asked, 'Why did you do this?' I explained, plainly, 'I hope this way I will understand what you are trying to get me to know.'
He left.
I was all alone in this spiritual 'space' that I wasn't sure how I got there or how I would come back.
He came back, after calming down, and escorted me here again.
Before it could start back up again at my house, I went up to the place I go for answers, Divine Father in his office. Father is always calm and this time was very helpful at helping me see things from Ross' point of view. Rapidly, I gained perspective and returned in a moment back to Ross.
I asked two questions of him, in return:
Did I invite you to do this healing or did you invite me? And did I understand what was to take place?
Why is this healing being done?
He stopped in his tracks. (Out of the corner of my eye I could see Divine Father giving me a thumbs up). Simply, he said, 'this was the last thing that was keeping you from Ascension. Welcome to the Higher Realms.'
He had no idea how thick the amnesia is, or how painful it is to be exposed rapidly to Divine Truth on our own perception of our Life Experience.
He wanted this--us releasing together whatever it was in spirit--'those last five pounds' if you will--he wanted us to release together everything that was holding us back as a couple.
And because of his Galactic nature, he didn't estimate the effect it would have on my end of the healing experience. It HURT and was painful to my heart center. It ached as these misperceptions were taken away from me. It also HURT because if I can't understand, and the questions keep being asked, I feel like I am BAD in some way otherwise I would not 'deserve' being HURT...it's unconscious belief...
The lesson here for all of you is that Love Is The Solution For Everything--it is the ONLY vibration of teaching that will not cause pain in the person who is of the lower vibration.
Even if you have an incredible amount of Love and Trust between you--Ross and I are Twin Flame Souls!--this process has a risk to hurt.
And.....sometimes it is better to let sleeping dogs lie.
Right now, I can see the wonderful gift that Ross has given me. I have eyes that see past the 'baloney' of my own perception. Further, I am able to understand first-hand the risk of 'forcing the flower to bloom before it is ready'--and to love and support those set to awaken, and newly awakening in Spirit, with compassion, courage and faith that everything is happening for the best.
It was a difficult lesson, for both of us. For Ross because I could not grasp the motivation of kindness behind the lesson. All I could feel was the pain. And for me because of the amnesia being so very thick and difficult to dislodge from my soul.
Once he understood that I was truly, at a loss to understand with my heart what my mind so clearly knew what Truth, Ross held me and comforted me and promised he would never teach me a lesson like that again. He had miscalculated the severity of the amnesia I have.
Now we are on the same page, and there is no miscommunication whatsoever between our two hearts.
Such is life with a long-distance relationship across the veil!
On Friday, May 23, 2014, I felt moved by spirit to write a blog post for Memorial Day.
As I looked through the images to select, I looked under the search, 'Jewish Memorial Candle'. I found two beautiful images that were very striking, and meaningful, in the remembrance of the victims of the Holocaust in WW 2.
I didn't download them, but I save them as a favorite in a file.
I didn't know why I felt so connected to these images, and these people, at the time.
The very next day, which was Saturday, my son had a playdate in the afternoon with a classmate who was going to be at his grandmother's house.
His grandmother is pleasant, and must have had her children very young because she looks great! And not much older than me! LOL...
As the boys played, we talked.
It turns out both of her parents are Holocaust survivors.
I apologized at once for their great suffering. And I shared how I have seen the tattoos, the numbers on the arm of some of my patients who are older, and how they frighten me, the horror, of those tattoos from the concentration camps. (Image is here: http://www.history.com/photos/remembering-the-holocaust/photo8)
She said, 'Those people are from Auschwitz. That is the only place where they branded the people who were there.'
She said, 'Some survivors like to talk. Others keep it to themselves. My father never talked about it. My mother talked. But it wasn't good. It was like she was still there, always frozen in time with fear, back to there.'
She went on...
Her grandparents were successful in business and politics in Hungary. They owned much land, and the house was like the home in The Sound Of Music. The worker for the family was German. He always had his son with him when he fixed the cars or worked around the place. So the family raised the son like their own--fed him, clothed him, gave him a place to sleep. At the time of the Nazis, the worker was very disappointed in his son. His son joined up, and believed in everything that he was told. He turned in the family, all of them, and they were taken to the station and boarded on the train cars. The family went to Auschwitz. The Germans were very organized. The older ones, their grandparents, were taken to the showers (gas chambers), and destroyed. Next were the children. Her mother was set to go, along with all of her brothers and sisters. But a funny thing happened that day. The showers broke! So they were all taken to another work camp, Birchenau. At this place, children were useful, they could do work. They were given assignments making the ammunition. Knowing what could have happened, and what ended up happening, the children were the happiest of happy, and enjoyed every day of work as much as they could in the munitions factory. Food was always a problem. There were the rations. And then there were the poisonings. It was like a game. Sometimes the Nazis would put poison in the coffee. Sometimes it was the soup. The people never knew what was going to be safe for them to eat, or not. She knew about the experiments that were being done on people under the leadership of Dr. Joseph Mengele. He was behind the game of the poisoning too. After the war, many survivors came to Los Angeles, to live in the Fairfax District. This is the area that is very near Cedars-Sinai (ed-- this is where in my training I saw the patient with the tattoo on her arm--I asked what it was and she explained it to me. I have seen several more of these tattoos on my patients ever since. ) One day, many years later, her mother was on the street and recognized one of her captors walking across the street. Many, many of the tormentors had escaped the Nuremberg Trails. Her mother pointed at the man and started screaming and screaming for help. The captor RAN away.
The grandmother calmly added her side to the story: She said she's cried so many tears, that it's hard to get all worked up about it any more. She tells the story matter of fact, as it was. The pain is still there, it never has healed for her. She thinks about the family she never knew, those who are lost... She and a friend went back to Germany, to witness the camps, and to pay their respects to her family that was lost. As part of the trip, they also went to services at the local synagogue. As she was there, she couldn't help but notice something that didn't seem 'right'...she couldn't put her finger on it. Then she understood. Most of those in the congregation had blonde hair and blue eyes. They didn't have that classic Jewish 'look'. She asked later why this was the case. They were converts. They were the children and grandchildren of those who had done the horrors in the camps. To get back at them, and to express their allegiance to those who had died at the hands of their ancestors, they made the full conversion to Judaism and worship as such to this day. She also said that Hitler had 'doctors' taking care of him, and he was taking methamphetamine. This explains the energy of his early career, and his speeches, in particular. But later, his brain got changed from the addiction, and that is when he started to make mistakes.
The cheese pizza Hannah had ordered for us and the children was due to arrive any minute. I had confessed I had arranged for the play date to start at two, so that she would not have to feed us! But Hannah wouldn't feel comfortable if we had come to her home and she did not give us something to eat, so I said, 'okay'...
I excused myself to go to the restroom. I closed the door.
I asked Ross if he would help to make a healing on behalf of those who had suffered in the Concentration Camps, all of their friends, family, and loved ones, for all of the timelines backwards and forwards, in every dimension.
Ross supported the plan.
So with me in my body, and Ross in Spirit, we sent healing and Reiki to everyone involved. The Archangels came in, and made a circle with us, in the place I can go with my heart but not my body when I heal. (When you meditate you go to that place too, with your heart.)
We made a vortex together that reached out like the branches of a tree, inviting all of the Lost Souls who were suffering to come Home to the Light.
And they DID! Starting with her family members first. I had to assure them, it is OKAY, your family is SAFE, you don't have to be hyper vigilant in watching over them any more. You can leave your posts and go to the Light. Nothing is going to happen to them like it did to you. You can come back and watch them as much as you want when you are in the Light too...' They looked at me with tears in their eyes, tears of gratitude and relief, right before they entered the vortex to go Home. Many, many kissed me right before they left, and expressed their thanks for the healing that was being sent to them that day.
I heard my son ask, 'where is Mom?' and they said, 'she's in the bathroom'.
The Archangels said they would keep the vortex open, and it was okay for me to go.
I thanked them all, especially my beloved Eternal Twin Flame and Twin Soul Ross.
The story doesn't end there.
I have friends who are German. And healers.
I asked one about what I heard about the Hungarian Jewish great grandmother from Birchenau.
Is it true?
What do you know?
Apparently the Germans today know basically that which we know here in the States. Except that there is much blame on the Germans now for what happened in the Holocaust. Not only are they the children and grandchildren of those who did it, but according to her, not all Germans at the time were involved with the concentration camps. Not all of them did the killing. Many were against it and powerless to stop it. And many Germans who were not Jewish also died in the camps. Hitler was from Austria. He wasn't even German. And he brought great shame and hardship on the people of Germany when he came to that country.
I asked her, 'would you like to do a Healing for all of Germany, for everyone who was involved? To get rid of the energies of shame and guilt and suffering that is holding so many souls back?'
She agreed.
Many, many, even MORE souls are on their way home now because of this work.
You, too, can do something for those who have suffered at the hands of others for political reasons--not just in Germany, but anywhere there has been genocide on the planet.
You can send the Light to the suffering, and to the aggressors, for they are taking up karma in great quantities now that they are passed and have the ability to understand the gravity of what their actions did to harm those who are innocent.
I lit a candle for all of this.
Will you, in your own way, share some of your Light and your Love that is in your Heart to heal that which has caused so much suffering on Gaia to her people?
That would be the most beautiful kindness of all.
Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Reiki Doc and Ross
P.S. This song and the following message is from Ross
