Lightwork Does Not Have To Be 'Heavy'

Today I was invited and encouraged by Ross to go to a local theme park with my boy. It took a while for us to get out of the house.

Something puzzled me with the request while I was getting ready to go: wear something nice like you would wear if you were on TV.

It took me a while to find something. I settled on my best green sweater, jeans, and simple make up and hair. I wore my shoes that have the image of the mascot of the park on them; they are crocs that are like 'sonuk' brand cloth 'sandals'. I also brought a teal wool cardigan to put over it when it got to be night.

There wasn't much traffic, until the parking gates. I waited over twenty minutes just to get to the attendant!

But then the Ross 'assistance' began to show up--there were two single seats on the tram, so we didn't have to wait in line.

At the entry to the park, Ross said he had a surprise for us. It was to the left and in the back (I know this park well, as it was my first employment, and also as a kid I came often.) My son wanted to ask for clues and Ross said with a smile, 'no, what kind of surprise would that be if I answered all of your questions?'

As an aside, my son, is also 'like me'. We work together to help souls cross to the light. He is a Reiki Master, reaching this at age seven. Ross makes his presence known to the boy, and when my son asks Ross for advice, he hears the advice on his own. I told him Ross is an angel, and is willing to assist any time he is needed...for anything...just ask.

So we were sort of on a wild goose chase, looking for a place to eat lunch, with the clue that Ross 'wanted my son to eat a steak' (The boy likes beef.) The fancy place was not taking stand by and the next reservation was at nine p.m. The less fancy one I like had no beef. The one with the jazz band by the mint julep stand that used to have the roast beef he loves doesn't serve it any more. The little stand we once had cinnamon rolls at didn't have beef except a sandwich.  The one farthest in only had burgers. So we did a 'quickie pass' at the 'ride where you get wet' and headed back, for there were two hours to wait.

My boy wanted to do the shooting 'gallerie' and I wanted to ride the canoes after lunch. He wanted the BBQ on a stick, but I'd seen a 'symbol mithraic' above the grill the last time, and I didn't care for the vegetable skewer. But I 'felt' a nudge to the place next door--sure enough, the same roast beef as at the other place, and for me--black bean cakes, cucumber salad, and a very small key lime pie!

I felt Ross saying, smiling, I want to provide for you, I want to provide for you, I will provide for you.

So we wasted quarters after lunch making tombstones 'shake' and vultures flap their wings with the 'guns'. It was very hot. As a matter of fact, the first thing we did at the park was buy me a tee shirt, because I had been overheating...and the shooting got uncomfortable in the direct sun, so we stopped.

It was my turn, and we couldn't see the canoes. We thought to take the raft to the island. But at the last second, my boy saw a canoe with people in it. Excited, we ran to the line. It was crowded.

As we were almost to the turnstile, and paddle in hand, I watched a woman faint. She collapsed.

Immediately I sprung into action. The woman was much thinner than her companions, and had on a thick sweater and long pants instead of shorts and a tee shirt like them. Immediately I thought of eating disorder, electrolyte abnormality, hypovolemia, and hypoglycemia as well as heat 'stroke'.
I introduced myself, and began to reassure everyone while I cared for the woman who was down.

I will never forget the angel next to me in line, who asked if the lady needed 'sugar' and handed me a cold blue drink in a plastic 'barrel', the kind with the metal colored paper 'lid' glued on top of the bottle neck.

The sister helped me, and when I saw the patient was breathing and responsive, I allowed my instinct and intuition to direct the first aid, as well as the Reiki. I called for help--First Aid team was activated. We started cooling measures, taking off the sweater (there was a tank underneath), and using moist towelettes. There was rapid breathing and poor skin color, a sign of shock. I cradled the woman against me, and holding her head, gave very small sips of the drink, watching to see if she choked.

The fingers got tense and she couldn't move them. She also got numb everywhere. Young and healthy, she had a fever the past week, but no other conditions. She had eaten earlier in the day. Slowly she improved but was clearly in need of hydration and lab tests at a hospital. The First Aid team arrived, and I gave report.

Funny thing though--I sensed they were not ready to assume care and have me leave because the team kind of appreciated having someone with my training there as an extra set of eyes and hands. So I stay with the patient, and watched the vitals come up as they measured. Apparently hyperventilation will do this to the hands (I have to look it up), and there was no fever (my cooling measures were working, because my 'mom' hands could pick up the difference between sweater 'on' and 'sweater off')

When it felt like the team was more okay with the situation, I excused myself to go on the ride with my son.

Guess what?

The ride operators on the canoe were so thankful, they gave me not one 'front of the line pass' but TWO! These are like 'quickie pass' but they are good for any ride and any time! We could not believe our good fortune! Plus we were allowed to cut in line on the canoe, and ride in front.

I also bumped in to an old surgery resident I worked with when I was pregnant, my friend I haven't seen in ages, J.C. He had his miracle preemie (who was three) and I got to meet him, and he met mine. J.C.'s sister was there with her girl, the cousin. I wondered what were the odds of running into him like that?

We also found Space Mtn closed, much to our dismay. But the operator there gave us a 'rider switch' pass for that ride.

I was called to do some Lightwork, as my son enjoyed a feature near by. It was cool--this park is located at a place that overrides the Laguna Vortex. I'd set up and maintained a Vortex for the Light in this park for over a year, but this time it was different. At this location in the park, and with Ross' help, while I was laughing and enjoying the feature with all the others too, I had a whole lot of light anchor through me to Gaia. Then, no only did this new vortex open, it connected to Laguna, Alma, and many others in quick succession! I felt someone watching me, and I looked up. There were two very small clouds up in the horizon where I could see. The Galactics were there! And Ross was with them. The White Brotherhood smiled and asked me if I love them all the same as Ross. I smiled and shared that I love Ross 'just a little bit more' but I love you all! I looked away, the clouds were still there, but after I told my son and looked at him, I looked up and they were gone.

We went on a 'bobsled' ride, with front of the line privileges, saving one hour wait time. As we were waiting to board, my son turned to me and said, 'Mom? Ross is the best thing to ever happen to you.' I smiled and agreed.  He said, 'I wouldn't mind being Ross' step son one day.' I can't begin to tell you how much that means to me, especially if you know the full story behind how my boy came to the world to begin with.

We came back, and watched some knee-high jedis get 'training' for a camera moment for the parents at the park, and then--WOW!--the Space ride OPENED! We RAN up, and I pocketed the front of line pass because the line was that short.

I blushed because I invited Ross to ride with us, acknowledging that as a Galactic it might seem a little silly and I was okay if it wasn't his thing. But he said, 'yes'. We actually went on it twice in a row, and it was enjoyable--my boy and I in 3D, and Ross in 5D, holding my hands as I held them up.
I LOVE that ride, and I relaxed and enjoyed it very much. (we also did Lightwork together on the second ride--it's hard to explain, but Ross and I work together quite well now on healing.)

Ross confided that it pleases him so much to see me enjoying myself and my son, and that it was our gift to him to allow him to show us such a good time.

Dinner was where I had my first job. It was surreal being a mom and a customer at that same place.
I spoke up with my son after he only ate three bites of fruit--because after a day of bagels, cinnamon rolls, and meat and potatoes--I was concerned. It really made him upset. I had to smooth it over with him. Ross let me know to just drop it, and let him work on the eating habits (more fruits and vegetables) from Spirit Side. It will be more effective. So I let it go.

Then more rides.

Before I knew it, it was time for fireworks. There I did the most significant work of my healing/mediumship ever.

You see, some places of the dark are built to trap souls. This place is now for the Light, as I have worked many projects here*. But tonight, we let the trapped souls find the way home. They were ashamed and not sure they were allowed to go to the Light. I held each one, reassured them, and pointed the way, even to placing their hand in Blessed Mother's. I felt Ross' energy there. I also felt Archangel Michael gently say they were holding the vortex open for us (it was white, the one to help souls cross) and I could let go. Finally, this project of my Lightwork at this theme park is complete.

On the tram ride back to the car, (again, to 'empty last minute seats opened') I remarked to my son how everyone was polite in the day. I actually sent Reiki to three small kids who were throwing tantrums and crying in the park in the afternoon...I felt for their little upset souls' frustration!

My boy said it was the best day at that park EVER--we went on NINE rides in nine hours. He's been going there since he was three months old, too...

In the car, on the way home, with my little one fast asleep, Salusa came in. He smiled and explained how our sharing/guidance in Galactic and Human 'cultural exchange' goes both ways, and how being of high spirits and good cheer, with love and laughter, are absolutely conducive to doing effective work for the Light.  It is a Galactic way.

So here I am, a little sleepy, but very fulfilled and very much in joy over an amazing and productive day!

I think it was spent in 5D...I sure hope it was!


Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. This is Cap'n Eo--and I can clearly see the Lightwork and the Return of the Goddess in this film! Enjoy!

Captain Eo, Full Movie

direct link to remastered HD version here: http://youtu.be/vAvMkZQBIXk

* -- read Cobra's Little Red Pill is you want to know the history. Because this place is much loved, there is an overlay of goodwill, and happiness, in addition to my clearing work done. If you look up my blog, "Papa Rat' is a euphemism and some other direct observation I've had is there. But from here on out, only Light remains. The rest is simply of historical interest.

Would You Do It For A Kiss?

Today I had a two and one half hour gap in my morning. First case, gap, then several more. I had made plans to make phone calls and book appointments for the family in this spare time. This is something I can never do during surgery. I looked forward to it after I finished my first case. When I was in the washroom, enjoying a moment's silence as I planned my 'gap' agenda, overhead I heard the page: Dr. (me) please call the front desk.  I hurried and washed my hands, walked across the lounge, and picked up the phone.

There was an emergency upstairs. A procedure was being done under conscious sedation, and it was not sedating the patient, who was moving around too much for the life-saving procedure to progress.

I said I would go. I opened up a two-cracker pack of graham crackers, snapped them in half, and in half once more, popped them in my mouth, and walked to OR 4 to get my things.

Anesthesia outside of the operating room is highly 'underfurnished'. It frightens me. In the area I was summoned, there would be no anesthesia cart or anesthesia machine to take care of the patient properly. I brought my own syringes and needles, a big stack of alcohol wipes in those little foil packets, my metal lock box of drugs, went back through the lounge, and headed up the stairs.

I did not want to go.

I did not want to go because a flail is never any fun for anesthesia to be the 'closer' and come in to save the game. I detest being asked by the ER to intubate after they have failed because I can't tell the difference between a vocal cord and that nasty frozen hamburger they pre-form into patties by the time they call me. Every look causes swelling, bleeding, and distortion of the normal anatomy of the airway.

I also did not want to go because this place was the death of my cardiac anesthesia career.

I built the program. I was recruited. They started it up, and used my CV, which, incidentally, was 'the nicest the state evaluator approving the place had ever seen'. Of course. This was community. I was academic.

They wanted me to design my own cart. They bought an anesthesia machine and a cart. They had no concept of the equipment, how to order it, and how to make it safe. It was like having to describe how to tie your shoes. A cart is a cart that is fully stocked!  I don't know where to put the little dividers to arrange all of the tools! That is an anesthesia tech's job! Not mine. They wanted me to be both a tech, an anesthesiologist, hold hands and do critical care in the ICU after the case. I picked every drug in the cardiac drug tray at the request of pharmacy. They were clueless.

But it all came down to testosterone and my lack of it.

Testosterone that did not like my skills at transesophageal echo. I have a certificate. I go to conferences. I am as good as  cardiologist, but I don't have the technician to help me with the echo machine. I do anesthesia, put in the probe, to the study all at the same time by myself. When the surgeon 'screws up', and the valve goes in with a leak and needs a stitch, or the bypass graft kinks and the heart is doing worse upon closing the chest, it is my job to say, 'Look! See? Fix it. Now.' and the surgeon has to listen and go back into the chest. Even if they have closed it at the end of surgery.

It was the director of the heart program, a nurse in a suit with a clipboard, who hired the divorced military guy (not a nurse) to run the area. He had a nasty divorce and hated his ex for taking the children. Enter me, single mom. And add very obvious 'chemistry' between the director and the new hire. He was as dumb as a rock. And nasty. It was the worst humiliation, professionally and personally, in my entire life. Nothing I could do was right. It was toxic. And my performance suffered from the stress. I got out.

As I put my hand on the door of the stairs, I summoned 'The Buddhist', the friendly entity who was so helpful with my nana's situation and my accepting it.

I am not going alone! I am not going alone! SMACK--ever see the whales smack their tail on the water? ever see a trainer do that to call a whale to the stage?--SMACK! SMACK! I sent out a distress signal with my mind.

He showed up. And was on my right. His left arm was on my waist as I walked into my nightmare, where the people hurt me so much just three years ago, and kicked me out of my own heart room.

I don't want to do this! I can't! I won't! 

He knows me well. He negotiated. The selling point: 'would you do it for a kiss?'

Yes. From my first swim lessons, swimming across the huge pool, which terrified me, to get a Tootsie Roll, to Now, where I find myself agreeing to facing my worst demons, for the reward of a kiss. The Buddhist did not specify what kiss or how, but promised, 'there will be one at the end'. Okay.

As I continued to walk down the hall from the stairs, I was engulfed with this message from The Buddhist: I am so proud of you. I am so very proud of all you have accomplished. I am so proud of you for everything you have achieved. I am so proud...

If felt like water in the desert, a huge rain storm to my parched soul, and I thanked God for it.

I walked in to the room. I could tell the room full of people was anxiously awaiting me. They thanked me profusely for coming on such short notice.

The patient was thrashing while they were working. I can't say more, I wish I could. Just know that he was not in good shape, but the mind had no concept of the danger he was in. I asked for propofol. I asked what they had given. I used my skill....

I also used my Reiki. I comforted and soothed the patient and he calmed right down. The propofol I used was only thirty milligrams. That is fly spit. That is nothing in a two hundred pound patient. As long as I kept my heart center connected, the patient snored and I helped hold the airway open.

An earthquake struck at that time. People in the room were worried. I knew. There was big energy work going on in the area. Last time I did big work there was Tsunami in Kona on Big Island. A shift in the energy patterns in the area can destabilize it a bit, on Gaia's surface. I had just cleared and protected an entire restaurant and everyone who had put foot into it for three days right down the street. Even bigger work was happening in this part of the hospital. On me. I thought my candles had 'cleared' it. But this was the last 'knot' in my soul.

How do I know? Well, this was followed by my NEXT worst nightmare: family wanting to watch me do my work.

Because of the severity and unexpected turn of the illness, the next of kin wanted contact. We covered the patient's blood and surgical field, gowned them up, and let them in.

What happened next was sheer magic.

I let go. I was heart centered. I explained who I was and what was up. 'I am doing my thing, he is under full anesthesia. That is why he is not responding to you. This is more for you, than for him right now. Do what you need to do. We are Ohana. We treat everybody like they are our own. He will be okay.'

They prayed over him, and I both felt the energy movement, and I was saddened at how limited their Spiritual Life is. It is like a crappy narrow bandwidth on a public WiFi that is slow, and I have like, the best and can surf everything with ease! Just because of what someone told them, and their parents grew them up with. Everyone has the right to this kind of connection to Source; it is a birthright.

We transferred him next, without the family, to the OR. My OR. The one I started. The one I didn't click. I helped my buddy, who I had groomed on his arrival to the group so he would shine with the team that didn't click with me. I was an extra pair of hands, and gladly so.

As I watched him work, I saw the heart room in action I had envisioned. A nice team that was supportive. Ultrasound guidance for central line placement without having to make them run and get it from the ER.

I also saw that his skills, both interpersonal and technical, surpassed me. He was accurate, friendly, and fast, just the way I am in the main OR or Labor and Delivery. He had confidence, and the patients were safe.

I felt proud for what I did for the community. Even if I had to sacrifice myself in the process.

As he started the echo, I watched the screen. It was like a long-lost dream when I used to do those studies myself.

As he got to the trans gastric short axis view, the papillary muscles were touching in systole. 'The patient is hypovolemic', my buddy said, 'Look at what those papillary muscles are doing--they are touching. He needs volume.'

His pointing it out was all the confirmation from Spirit that I needed for this sign. I had noticed it myself too.

The way a cardiac anesthesiologist remembers the hypovolemia image is that 'the papillary muscles KISS'.

I got my kiss. Just like The Buddhist promised. And I felt Lighter as I left to get ready for my twelve o'clock case.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

As soon as I focused on the chart, he began to thrash.