Risu--(pronounced Ree'-su)

This is a hard one for me to write. It is deeply personal, and coming from my heart. I do not fully understand what I am saying, and yet Spirit 'nudges' me quite strongly to write.

Sometimes when I need a little 'comfort', I make a dish that my Nanna Angelina used to make for me. It is an Italian dish, and Nanna made it for me every single day for lunch while I was under her care. It is a 'risotto' but I couldn't say that word, and Nanna called it 'Risu'. Even when I would come home from college and she'd offer to make me anything I'd like, I wanted Risu.

Basically, you take Uncle Ben's Rice, and cook it with half water-half milk. And towards the end, I add a little half and half, and one slice of american cheese. It takes a lot of stirring to make it right. Nanna always added salt and pepper, but since we put romano pecorino on it when it is served, I do myself a favor and skip the salt. You want the rice a little 'al dente' to make it right. Not too soft, or it's not as pleasant. This time, I made it with half soaked arborio rice (I'd soaked it overnight, hoping it would turn perfect for RAW dishes--but it didn't. It was too crunchy.) and half of the Uncle Ben's.

It was delicious.

A couple nights ago I remembered something from a long time ago. It happened around the year 2000, give or take a year. I was on one of my rotations at Cedars. I was married, and my husband took me out to Italian food at a little restaurant near the hospital. It was Orso. We had been to the one in New York and had loved it, and we anxious to give it a try.

I have to be honest with you. Most of the time, Italian dining out doesn't do anything for me. It's not 'right' and always very expensive. And the servers never give you enough cheese! I always have to say, 'more, more, more' for my pasta. (I would rather just eat Italian at home.)

Now it might have been someplace else, where this happened, but I remembered the 'energy-feeling' of that place, and it felt like Risu, very warm and comforting, while I was there.

What I remember is that all of a sudden, out of the blue, I fell for a server or a cook or somebody at that restaurant.

I was married, but when this person came to the table, there was a connection. I felt them recognize me, and without my understanding why, I wanted to be with them forever. I was like, How did I end up here and so unhappy and how can I fix this? I just want to get up and go be with this guy!

But this person was very reserved. And I had no idea what to do with these emotions, because I was married and not happy, and have honestly in all my life never felt that way before about anybody, not even my husbands. (I have been married twice, once to college sweetheart, and second to an ER RN who looked very Italian but was a tall Mexican with blue eyes and dark curly hair.)

Overwhelmed,  I did nothing. Here we are in 2013.

Why did I remember this after all this time?

Who was it, that I met?

Why would Spirit have me meet someone and have such deep connection, and let it go to waste?

I don't know.

All I know is that there are some things only those raised in an Italian home would ever know. And I shared about how I knew by the food that someone I know makes, they had to have someone close, like my grandmother, show them how to get the flavors right. You can't fake it, Italian. It's in your soul.

Even if you are Japanese.

Even if you own a restaurant that is Italian.

When I go out to an Italian restaurant and really like it, I know it is 'the real thing'. Both with my stomach. And with my heart. And I really liked Orso.

This is so fuzzy, I can barely remember it. But it was the first time my Consciousness 'woke up' for just a short time, and connected with my heart. It went back to sleep for a long time ever since. If it wasn't for the Planetary Awakening and all of the New Energies, it never would have awakened at all. Or remembered this meeting that was so much more different than all the rest.

I share because my heart wants you to remember every interaction that might have been unusual in a 3D way for you. Stop, and reflect on it with your 5D Heart. Go ahead, and ask the Universe 'why it happened?'

I am.

Right here. Right now.

There are no accidents. Everything is for the Higher Good of All, in the Big Picture. It might not make sense to us at the time, but with patience, and a lot of understanding, one day everything will.

The next phase of the Ascension process is recovering from the amnesia--both with our Star families and our Soul Mates and our Soul Pods and our Twin Souls...


Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Reiki and Grandmother's New Hospice

I had an assignment today. From Spirit. Mother had asked me to take her to see Grandmother in her new hospice. She has Alzheimers, and needed a higher level of care. When she was admitted three weeks ago, I was heading to Hawaii. Grandmother could not speak, could not eat, and was wasted away to a skeleton. She had been in the care of family, but had gotten harder to keep from wandering in the middle of night. Mom wanted to know if the place was taking good care of Grandmother, or if perhaps they should move her nearby. But Spirit? Spirit wanted me to open a Vortex over the site.

Okay, I said to myself, letting hopes of gardening or taking a ballet class while the kids were at their dad's evaporate. Let's get on with it!

The drive is many hours away. It was a beautiful drive, and time to spend with mother. We arrived around one in the afternoon. It was a beautiful place, high on a hill, with 360 degrees of breathtaking views. It was new, and clean. I felt love the minute I walked in to the place.

We found Grandmother in a wheelchair being pushed by the LVN. She had gained weight, I would say, fifteen pounds. She smiled in recognition of our smiling faces, not making the connection exactly, but talking in Italian a mile a minute.

She was afraid people would take her lunch, so we brought her back to her tray. I gave her ensure, and a bite of mashed potato. She ate her salad with a fork, by herself. And drank a whole glass of cranberry juice when I placed it in her hand.  Mother was tired, and had to rest, so she asked me to take Grandmother on a short walk in her wheelchair. 

We met Judith, a plus-size woman. Grandmother smiled and said in Italian, 'If I remembered my name, I would tell it to you' to Judith. I translated and introduced her by name. Judith said they had met, and mentioned that Grandmother had been talking about owing people money. I understood at once, and explained it was a delicate situation in the family, but for her not to worry. Grandmother said, 'pray! pray for me! and I will pray for you!' in English. Judith smiled and agreed to pray for her back.

We rolled by the woman with the most severe case of lower extremity lymphedema I had seen, slumped in a chair next to the beautiful fish tank that had 'gone bad' and had no fish in it but was still pleasant somehow. I rolled her by the aviary, and delighted to hear a white dove cooing. It didn't appeal to Grandmother much. I showed her a rose through a window, for it was windy outside, with a chill. 

'Bella, eh?' Grandmother said, smiling at the beautiful red roses through the window.

We met Robert and Ed, by the recreation area. They invited Grandmother to play bingo, and asked if she knew how to play. 'There is lots of bingo here. And keno too. You play to win 'fun money' and buy stuff at the 'store' they have here for the residents'. Grandmother smiled and in Italian, invited them over to her house so she could cook them some pasta. 'Mangia! mangia!' Robert said with a smile. Grandmother was pleased. We also met Beth, with a facial tardive dyskinesia of the mouth and tongue, that had a beautiful voice and 'had been there a long time'. I asked her to kindly look after Grandmother. I made her a cup of coffee, with sugar and cream, and rolled her back gently to the room where mother sat.

Sadly, the coffee was too hot, and the little sip Grandmother took scalded her tongue. I got her ice water and profusely apologized both to mother and to her. By this time, Grandmother could not handle the seat belt on her wheelchair any more. 'It's heavy! I don't like this! It hurts!' she said in Italian, over and over. 'Unsnap it' she ordered. So I did. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! went the alarm. I put it back. 

During this time, Mother started talking with Sarah, the nurse, who had taken roommate Pearl out of the bed, and into a wheelchair. Pearl had been asking all visit, 'Nurse! Nurse! I want to get up!'. Not more than five minutes later, "Nurse! Nurse! Is it time to go back in bed? I want to go back!. Sarah was handling mother and Grandmother AND Pearl with ease.

I had been making the Vortex, silently, as I pushed Grandmother around the facility. It 'took'. I saw Archangel Michael give the sign that it was 'good' and he communicated to me how important it was. I saw a lot of souls that had died there going 'up'.

While Mother was complaining in general to Sarah, and Pearl was asking how much longer she had to sit in her chair, and Mother was upset to have Pearl be so annoying (while Grandmother had no clue!), I saw a giant angel to the left of Pearl's chair. They are with them. All of them here have their Guardian Angels.

Long story short:

• The place was excellent
• The aviary had been donated by an organization that in known to affect ley lines
• I discovered 'this is the place where people go when what we do in the Hospital does not work'
• Reiki is of value--Reiki Opportunity!--in Hospice and Convalescent homes, Skilled nursing facilities, and Assisted Living. The aged are in great need of it.
• Loved ones in rest homes are never alone. Literally. I saw an angel by Pearl's side.
• Spending time with Grandmother was fun, and worth the day trip to the desert
• A by-product of medical training is being really comfortable in an environment like that

Take care and know, no matter where you are, Reiki is with you! And it really helps!

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Latest Cobra Update: Goddess Energy Lightworkers

Kauilapele posted Cobra's latest update. It is about the good guys, the White Royalty, that took noblesse oblige to heart. The Medicis were some of them.

I am a white witch. I am a solitary. I have been my whole life. My spells never work, but everything else about me is wide open, connected to Source, and Passionate about Gaia and her people, wildlife, oceans, and majesty. I am Italian and psychic ability runs through our bloodline. There is an Irish great grandmother, too.

Here is the link:http://kauilapele.wordpress.com/2012/08/14/cobra-update-8-14-12-white-nobility/#comment-7918

Namaste,

Reiki Doc