The Truth Fits -- Gaia News Brief 17 February 2016

Manifesting In Action

Yesterday I was scheduled to go to work to do one very small case. Already I had Monday off. I needed more work.

Again I was relaxed, let go of the outcome (this is the critical part), and let whatever was to happen, happen.

In other words, I accepted however it may turn out as being for the highest good, for me.

Guess what?

My relief was stuck over in the surgery center. I got one more case!

But then he came back...I didn't get the next one in the line-up. I was a little disappointed, but then, the charge nurse said, 'So and so is delayed, and can't come over to do this case. You will need to do it.'

I was like, 'Okay!'

But once I got the patient asleep and put in the tube, the 'so and so' walked in. They were surprised. I explained the situation, and what I did.  She said, 'this OTHER person should have come in my room and I should have had their lineup--with 'other' as call four (better position)--and her as call eight'.

She announced, 'I give you one half hour (before I relieve you)!'

I was like, 'Okay' and scrambled to catch up on the charting.

Laster...she texted me...would you like to keep the case and be call 8?

I called the front desk--'if I keep this may I go home after?'

Yes.

So I texted 'sure'.

And it was done.

I had time to pick up Anthony. I went home and made a special bracelet to control the blood sugar of a very close friend.

Spirit designed it. 'lots of pearls' and one more stone. They were beautiful faceted rondelles in a nice pink color...


The other day I had looked longingly at the sushi place with the little belt I used to visit when Anthony was with his dad. Only lately, Anthony doesn't like sushi or want to go.

My very dear friends who are visiting here from out of town posted a photo from there, and I was like, oh well, I guess I won't get to go.  We had dinner plans for yesterday.

Who would want to go two nights in a row to the same place?

THEY did!

The sushi belt is upgraded. Now instead of a waiter, the top belt brings your special order items to you, and it rings.

They even have a plate chute, and you get special films and awards when you have enough plates. A giant 'gumboil machine' gives you one 'shell'--we got a tiny sushi plate and a squid keychain...Our group had over fifty plates.

Japanese Conveyor Belt Technology and Efficiency

I Asked For It

Ross is soothing me right now. I have to write something very uncomfortable. He is playing me Time In A Bottle, by Jim Croce...it helps...

Yesterday morning I wanted to read up on the Grammy Awards. I wanted to see the latest videos of what they were really doing with that 'ceremony'.

As you very well know, I have been awake and aware to the actions of Those Who Do Not Have Our Best Interest At Heart since I read this article and every hyperlink attached to it, when it was first posted in July 2012.  

I have educated myself by watching videos, mostly of the 'stories from survivors of  ritual abuse' kind. 

I know a survivor who has gone on to become a Christian minister/counselor--this person work in the area but I won't expose the identity. She was a multiple personality disorder, who said her father used to impregnate her and then sacrifice the baby at birth. She has been pregnant MANY times, and no one ever suspected a thing because she was a big girl--people thought it was just the weight.

I like to think of myself as 'on the same team as Jesus'.

I learned of him when I was seven. My mother taught me to pray every night. We went to Bible school, at a local church. Our family was catholic, but we went there. When Pastor Peek started to talk politics, daddy stopped going.

He said church and politics shouldn't mix.

Mom tried valiantly to keep us going to church, but it was hard all by herself. We were little. 

We stopped going.

I went to mass on Easter with my cousins in Morongo Desert when our family was there. zWe stayed at my Aunt Jean's cabin, and all of us rode motorcycles in the day and slept on the floor in sleeping bags at night.)

I wanted to take communion like them, but I couldn't. I never had the education to do it--neither did my sister.

But when she was seven and her friend took the catechism, mom signed us both up, bless her, and I was one of the oldest first communions ever.  

It was one of the happiest days of my life.

I went to mass every week for the rest of my life until July 2012 when I read that article.  (It says where the headquarters of the church of satan is. ) I didn't want one penny going to the deep pockets of that organization. 

Once I made Karuna Reiki level, I began to work closely with my Karuna Reiki guides. I have two. This is highly unusual. I have the Buddha, and also, Jesus, too.  I see them, I talk with them. I also talk with the Archangels.  Divine Mother and Divine Father too. Many advanced Reiki students work with these Divine Guides. How do you think Jesus did his miracles? Legend has it Mikao Usui spent thirty years of his life researching original documents in Greek, Tibetan, and Japanese to answer the question posed to him by a student--'how did Jesus do the miraculous healings of the body?'

I always love my guides.

I always strive to be their hands and hearts incarnate on earth for them. You know? To help OUR team, for Heaven.

So...

Yesterday I saw three videos:

1. https://youtu.be/Xi68YyOzjeE
2. https://youtu.be/5mga_4b8YrQ
3. https://youtu.be/XaI8kpnE7oM

What kind of freaked me out is I had a dream about Lady Gaga and Carrie Underwood. At 0700 February 15, 2016, I wrote in my journal how I had dreamed of an apartment full of roommates. Then I took Lady Gaga and Carrie Underwood to get their hair done by my stylist Ed. It was for something. And I was able to take my mom in to meet them. My mom embraced Lady Gaga and was very happy, delighted. I didn't know the two had such a connection. (both are Italian, but for mom it was the happiest she had ever been in her life, and I told Gaga).

Gaga didn't like that. She also didn't like me. She acted afraid of me, and was openly annoyed. 

I woke up. 

I don't watch T.V., and I didn't KNOW she was in the Grammy awards. And I usually never dream!

But I spoke with Parmahansa Yogananda immediately after Gaga in the dream. I have completed his two volumes, 'The Second Coming of Christ'.  We had an interesting exchange, in my dream/spirit, as it was early morning. I let him know who I am, openly, and asked him what he did for me in his book? (completely ignored my role in his discussion on 'salvation').  He took responsibility. Then I had this energy flowing out from my core--it is the Gaia Consciousness. It feels wonderful, like Nature and Life is in complete and total harmony on earth. Ross came behind me, and he has the Christ Consciousness coming from his core--and he embraced me, wrapping his arms from behind. 

This energy is incredibly soothing, and now, blended, and going out to humanity since just before  0700 on Monday.

Well back to Tuesday morning...at the computer...when I innocently 'clicked' a 'like this page' on FB as requested by the channel person narrating the video, because as DWR I wanted to support their work.

Well, out of the blue, someone made a comment to a Reiki Request from last August--about how--(Ross wants me to post it word for word and all of our interactions)

Reader:  Reiki is not healing from the God of Abraham Isaac and Jacob, it is new age healing and not good! Read, meditate and speak the healing scriptures out loud! Something worse might come on you later if you get into new ave healing! Chrystal's nonsense from evil! God heals through chosen vessels, prayer and his Holy Word!

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Doctors With Reiki Ross and I thank you for your share. We do read, and live, what is in the Bible in all we do. We love everyone. Aloha and mahalos, Namaste, Peace.

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 Do you charge money for this reiki filth!

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 Keep going to demons, and you will see worse things come on you!

Reader: I bet these 6000 likes that maybe using reiki are sicker than me!

Doctors With Reiki

Feb 16th, 11:00am

With love and gratitude to you for your honesty, we send you our heartfelt blessings in Peace. You are beautiful an perfect the way you are. Forever. Namaste. This is from Ross for you with so very much love: John 14:6New International Version (NIV) 6 Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."

Reader: How about this one in the definition of love? Love rejoices in the Truth! Jesus does not share his throne with filth! And that is what reiki is!

Feb 16th, 11:06am

I am showing you love in telling you that if you are either practicing reiki or engaged in it yourself, you are engaged in the demonic! You have been forwarded in Jesus mighty name!

Forewarned!

Feb 16th, 12:37pm

Satan can quote scripture too! It doesn't mean he is for Jesus Christ! If you are getting money to open up the doors to the demonic, well I feel sorry for you and who you treat!

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 Ross told me not to say anything more.

All the interactions described in the book by Paramahansa Yogananda about the end of Jesus' life suddenly made sense!

All the miracles.

All the refusal to believe.

The attack on Jesus that WAS from satan--there was no other way to describe it. The people were in a frenzy to crucify him. Even Pilate couldn't get them to calm down, saying, 'he is innocent'.

I realized at once WHY Ross has been guiding me to move to my friend's home all this time--there is a courtyard, and a gated community. The entire house and back yard is extremely private. 

I wished I had spoken up and accepted the offer to purchase it a long time ago. 

Even if it is far away from everything, and we have to let go of all of our community we love.

This person is just the tip of the iceberg!

Their hate is overwhelming!

Because 'their Jesus' is 'what they were taught' and 'what they have believed' and 'this is perceived as an attack'.

My good friends were so wonderful to see last night. I love them like family, she is my sister, and I am too embarrassed to talk about these things. But SHE 'feels energy' too--and she is the one who explained to me why this man was attacking me for my 'Reiki Filth'.

She also said that at CERN, they are 'trying to find data to prove there are multiverses'.

When she said that, I went, 'Oh my GOD! so THAT is to CREATE that which has never been CREATED that Gaga was talking about!'

They wanted to make a new Universe for the Dark!

Fortunately, I KNOW in my bones, that Creator of All That Is, and my uncles, Creators Of The Multiverses--Uncle Belu, Uncle Wawa, Uncle Marty, and Uncle Sid are way too smart for any of that.

And besides, people are getting bored.

Those Who Do Not Have Our Best Interest At Heart are dependent on two things to survive--the attention of the public--and MONEY. Lots of it. 

Remember how with the super bowl people just said, 'It's fixed'?

Well look at this:   http://fortune.com/2016/02/16/grammy-2016-ratings/?iid=sr-link1

The young people are just higher evolved souls.

And as the vibrations on surface Gaia go UP, the dark ones will lose their hold on the public.

It is happening as we speak.

I wish to thank everyone personally who responded to my Reiki Request for me and Ross with this reader--to help us endure and to turn the other cheek.  Around three p.m. I felt it, and I felt a calm washing over me. 

I know everything is going to be okay...

It finally arrived, too. My pre-ordered Doreen Virtue card decks, 'The Loving Words From Jesus'.  I had ordered three.http://shop.angeltherapy.com/loving-words-from-jesus-card-deck

I got the one that was 'Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid' John 14:27)...

Ross

I am not angry at this 'reader' who harassed Carla and accused her in mistake.

Neither is Carla.

We are both shocked and upset by the hatred that was exposed to Carla at this time.

Carla understands who she is, and totally accepts it.

As do I, when I was incarnate and walked upon the Earth.

If anything were to happen to either of us, LOVE.

I want you to love everything and everyone, with your heart.

It is the only way to achieve independence from those who do not have our best interest at heart. (please note I do not capitalize it--nothing is capitalized for me--he smiles)

And also, please, take a look at this:  https://gaiaportal.wordpress.com/2016/02/17/semper-candeles-is-the-rally-cry-of-the-light/

Aloha and Mahalo,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

Revealing The Truth

This lesson is not going to be pleasant.
Not for me.
Not for many, many, many of you.

If you have the highest vibration in your heart while you are reading this,  it is going to help.

Are you ready?

Let's begin.

I signed my boy up for Christian Preschool, and he has had an expensive, 'exclusive' education ever since.  I signed him up thinking that at a Christian place, everything would be like this--all angels and halos and loving God. The kids were not allowed to wear or bring anything superhero to the school. It was a policy. Why?, I asked the director of the preschool, Miss M, innocently. We were catholic, but this Christian school was reputable and very close to my work. (Two colleagues highly recommended it and had their children there.)

Because Jesus is our superhero! she said without batting an eye.

Fast-forward many years later to grade school. My boy is having emotional breakdowns, out of the blue, which I can't understand. Last year, as he says,  he felt like he was good at everything and he was very happy.  And this year? His teacher showed favoritism. She labeled him as defiant and spoiled. He felt like nothing he could do could please her. That day, his teacher, 'Blanca Nieve', who runs the before-school daycare, told him 'Santa was a big fat lie, the tooth fairy was fake, there never were any leprechauns, the Easter bunny is not real, and it is the parents who do all the gifts. Only Jesus and the Church are real! You should go to church!' He argued with her, because he is not old enough to 'figure it out' and Santa is the most important thing in the world for him. She didn't back down. She tried to break him. 

Then it turned out the reason why he wanted to be home schooled and never wanted to go to school again, EVER, is the bullying.

My boy is built like a football player. He is a little on the heavy side. The teacher is a runner. And Blanca Nieve is from Ecuador and wants everyone to think she is from France and dresses like a 1950's movie star every single day.

Apparently there are children of the staff at the school. They are treated preferentially and also have formed a clique on the playground and no matter what, when they are angry or losing a game, even his best friend calls him 'fatty'.

I held him and consoled him the best I could. He was so upset, he had an asthma attack, almost threw up, and threatened suicide with a plan. (He told me what and how he would do it and I would wake up in the morning and find him dead.) He threatened it TWICE. I promised him I didn't understand bullying myself, but had experienced it. And I will find him someone who does, and we will both figure out with this person what to do next. And NO, he does not ever have to go anywhere that treats him like that again, even if it means home schooling.

Love Is The Solution For Everything.

Sometimes that is really hard to do.

I wanted to kill Blanca Nieve for what she did. And I didn't give the teacher 'Zola Budd' a gift for the last day of school, just because of all the emotional damage she has caused to this boy. This wasn't the first breakdown because of her actions--however, it was by far the worst and the most troubling to me as a parent.

As I rested, for I am  on duty at the hospital, I imagined a meeting in the 'Principal's Office' with me, Blanca Nieve, Zola Budd, and the mothers of the two 'Staff Kids' in his class who torment him.

Then I saw it, clear as day, the lesson that is irony both for them and for you,  dear One!

Shall we move on to the 'meat and potatoes' of our subject?

Blanca Nieve has been conditioned by the powers that shape society as we know it, that the Roman Catholic Church is the be-all, end-all for the human condition. It has gotten to the point where it reinforces itself in her thinking; it has become an 'us versus them' in her heart--that all Catholics are 'good' and 'what is in the Bible takes precedence over all that could ever contradict what is written, making cannon fodder for anything that gets in the way--including the heart of a boy whose parents made the choice to let him believe in Santa for their family to celebrate Christmas.'

She will block anything and everything that does not reinforce her belief system. She will pray for others and donate money, thinking that is what is best for everything and everyone on the planet.

Even the Buddhists who are devout and highly spiritual, to her, are in need of a 'spiritual make-over'; they should be Catholic if they are going to get into Heaven!

This is mind control at its finest. The Jesuit agenda escapes her. There is no Illuminati influence at the Vatican, or rightly, inside the hidden corridors, nothing whatsoever could be happening in that 'Holy Place', as far as she is concerned.

People worship God, but sometimes they might not tell you in fact which God is the one they actually serve. There are two. There is the one everybody thinks we all worship, when in fact there is a 'hidden' one who is the polar opposite of what everyone thinks is 'The Big Man In The Sky'.

Look at the work of the brave Kevin Annett if you wish to find the 'truth about Santa' when it comes to the Catholic church. There is pedophilia that is organized and far worse than anything that has ever been published in the news to this time. Just search with his name, and let Spirit take you from there.

P.S.  I am a mystic, and have had spiritual connection to Blessed Mother, Mary, since 1992. My channellings are published and read worldwide. Blanca Nieve has no idea of this. This is a second 'truth about Santa' for her. My boy got his first message from Mary in Paris in 2011 when we were inside the Cathedral of Notre Dame. She wanted him to tell me to buy a particular statue of her with the baby jesus. It cost ninety euros, but she insisted. And he delivered that message perfectly to me from her.

'Zola Budd' called my boy 'spoiled' on the pajama day where they watch movies and celebrate the end of school with a big class breakfast.

He wanted to watch the film he had brought, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, instead of Frozen.

I have never seen Frozen. I know it is incredibly popular. I asked him in the car about the story and the plot.

There is a girl who dies and the mother saves the head and freezes it. Then she brings her back years later. Then the girl has her parents die, and she...

I let him know I had heard enough.

Did you know that Disney Entertainment is highly encouraged to be watched by victims of Monarch Mind Control Programming? If you are familiar with MK Ultra, or the work of Joseph Mengele, you will know there is a system of breaking down the psyche of the individual, and 'rebuilding it', in the case of MK Ultra, to make a 'Delta' of an unstoppable assassin warrior who will never get caught under the worst types of torture to get them to talk? Only the 'handler' can control them with symbols and code words to 'set them off'. And with Monarch Mind Control, you also get different types of mind-controlled slaves, some as 'kittens'--the child sex slaves for the organization--and also some destined to become many entertainers and celebrities who are popular today?

If you would like to be informed on this delicate subject, Roseanne Barr is one who 'got out' of the system, and speaks publicly about it. And I bet Roseanne watched lots and lots and lots of Disney entertainment.

If you still are convinced that Disney is family-friendly, well, you might want to ask yourself what is in common with Snow White, Lilo and Stitch, Dumbo, Lion King, Pinocchio, Cinderella, Alice in Wonderland, Jungle Book, and Frozen?

Where are the parents? Did they die?

And in others, are the parents actively caring for their young? Or do they seem preoccupied and 'out of it' and not worthy of respect?

this kitten is forever sovereign and free

In my immediate past life, I was one too.

http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2012/09/acceptance-of-dark-past-life.html

Why are kids so cruel these days? Why are there the Ben Breedloves of the world dying right and left? http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2011/12/rip-ben-breedlove.html  The gay kids who commit suicide so much that there are 'It Gets Better' programs all around the world to help these precious souls make it to adulthood? What about the heroin overdoses? The terrible gangs where parents bury their children right and left?

What is happening to our children?

Is it an accident?

Who is going to protect our future generations when in fact is it the adults who believe in lies which are far far worse than Santa Claus, The Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny?

I held him in my arms, as he sobbed bitter, bitter tears, and asked me, looking me in the eye, 'Did you buy me my watch at Christmas?'

I nodded yes through my own tears.

'And was is YOU who bought the X-Box too, when I was six?'

I nodded, and cried harder than him, for I knew his innocence was lost and was never coming back. I chose to break it, so that he would never be ridiculed or humiliated by anyone like Blanca Nieve again.

'But WHY the LIES? I hate surprises! And I HATE LIES!!! How could you have been lying to me for all this time? How could EVERYONE lie?'

And I thought.

I spoke from my heart, 'Santa is real. He is in the heart. But he needs the help of parents. Santa is love--love for wanting children to be happy and enjoy Christmas--'

And he cut me off, 'Are you sure SANTA is JUST NOT A MEANS OF SELLING THINGS and MAKING FUN OF CHILDREN BY FOOLING THEM INTO BELIEVING SOMETHING THAT IS A BIG FAT LIE???'

And we cried.

For the painful lesson has been taught to me.

Out of the mouths of babes.

He is right.

Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,
Reiki Doc


P.S. we are starting counseling and are making a decision about the school and the teacher over the summer.


P.P.S.   I see Him too. And He is very kind and nice. The church made Him into something he is not.
So, if you feel close to Him, and have a connection, that is true. His love for you that you feel, and you for him, is very, very real. There is no church or religion that is needed to know His heart and have Him help guide you in your daily life. In fact, He is happy to be of assistance in any way He can!

He is a prophet, a teacher, and guide to many, and in fact, one of my Karuna Reiki guides. The Buddha is the other. The Buddha is very kind and nice also.

P.P.S. I left the church in July 2012 once I learned of the Jesuit agenda. I wanted my donations not to go to that organization.

What I Do Better Than Anybody In Anesthesia

'The patient is CRAZY!' the PACU RN confided to me about our next patient. She had just come back from the ER to talk to them. It was an emergency case and had to go.

Apparently the patient was freaking out over the i.v. and very tearful and trying to stop the life-saving surgery. Family member was present.

I smiled inwardly, because in anesthesia one does not have to deal with an awake patient for much length of time! I relaxed and went back to the O.R. to set up for the case.

It isn't my favorite thing in the world to do, but what I do best out of anyone I know is how to handle the difficult patient.

It's the combination of my heart, my experience, my expertise, and Reiki. Even before I learned Reiki, all of the fibromyalgia patients at my old hospital knew me and made special request for my presence with them when they had to have surgery. Not that fibromyalgia patients are crazy--far from it! These souls are shell-shocked and battle-weary from a medical system that doesn't 'figure them out', offer much in the way of 'cure', and sort of marginalizes them in the process…they get 'difficult' after going through all that.

For my greatest effectiveness in this potentially challenging situation, I started Reiki on myself and the team before I even set foot in the Emergency room.

It was with some hesitation I went to see the patient; I didn't know what to expect. All I knew is there was a condition inside that would be lethal in about six hours, and I had to do everything possible to 'talk them down' and into the surgery. (The patient and family gave consent, but from the consent to the operating room, with a frightened one, takes very delicate 'negotiation' to keep them from 'freaking out'. There is a lot of room for anxious imagination before anesthesia is induced, you see.)

The patient was sitting bolt upright in bed, almost in fetal position, and rocking to console themselves. I knew there was a lot of ativan on board because I had looked at the chart; but with chronic anxiety and xanax use, our i.v. anxiolytics don't 'go too far'.

The loved one was on the phone with a cousin. She handed the phone to me. Apparently the time before last was a 'bad experience' in the anxiety department, but the time after that (the last time) was 'okay'. I was requested to follow the protocol, including family member presence on emergence in PACU.

This is a tough call. I can request it, but I can't guarantee it because it is the recovery room nurse's 'turf' and her call alone. I explained this delicately, and the family understood.

I went back to the O.R. and got my drug box. I opened the lock and placed it on the mayo stand next to the gurney in E.R. I explained to the patient I was going to give medicine through the i.v. and asked permission to touch the i.v. port.

The key to the anxious patient is to explain, to demonstrate, to move slow and to ask permission every step of the way.  If your ego is back in the parking lot, this is no problem whatsoever. If your ego is on your white coat, both you and the patient are going to have a Long Day…

Slowly I titrated (gave small amounts looking for the effect) midazolam….gently talking the whole time. 'I want you to feel better. I don't want you to cry--it's going to make ME cry!' Two of versed (normal dose), slight improvement in the shaking all over with fear. Patient was asking to 'just go outside for a smoke'… No way, sorry! Four of versed. Visible improvement, but still tearful and rocking. Six of versed. A decent 'baseline' but would be lost with any move of the patient toward the O.R. when the next surge of anxiety would hit. Eight of versed. The window of opportunity was open and would last about five to ten minutes…before the drug was absorbed by the system and anxiety returned.

Family member escorted to exit of ER. An ER nurse Sandy, came to give our patient a hug right before the O.R. double doors. If you know how packed that ER was, and you knew how many patients Sandy was carrying (and mine was not one of them), you would be as impressed as I am at her compassion for our patient.

In the O.R., I only put on two monitors. I did not put the oxygen mask on the patient. I induced anesthesia gently and with lots of 'fair warning' while the patient was sitting up. As unconsciousness fell, we eased the patient on their back, and I started with mask ventilation to improve the oxygen surplus since there was no effective pre-oxygenation by the patient. It wasn't easy to get the breathing tube in, but it went, and the case was on.

A quick phone call to recovery room got the charge nurse to go to the ER to get the ativan I needed to give again in the i.v. before emergence, or 'waking up' from anesthesia.

The case had been life-saving, but uneventful, and the family had been informed by texts by me the whole time of when to expect 'waking up'.

Here are the transcripts of our texts:

Me: Hi (name), we are closing. Ativan is on board and PACU agrees with family presence in recovery. I'll let you know when we are out of the Operating Room. Dr. (me)

Family: Thank you Dr., that's wonderful news! (family member) is on the way and will be there shortly.

Me: In recovery, extubated 'deep' therefore still 'under' anesthesia. (this was family request)

Family: Thank you. I spoke to Dr. (surgeon). Sounds like everything went amazingly well. 1.5 hour surgery, laparoscopic not open, and no colostomy bag. Any guess on when they will wake up? (I promise not to hold you to it!)

Me: Whenever her ativan wears off, it's up to them…

Family: Thank you for the deep approach, you really do know how to take care of your high anxiety patients.

Me: That's because I have it too. Namaste.

Family: Thank you for sharing that with me. I know it will help our loved one greatly when I tell them. They still feel so ashamed, especially when encountering persons who do not understand this is a medical condition. Namaste. / /

Me: No need to be ashamed…anxiety hurts. Just let them know it's possible to feel better. I am way better than I was many years ago. Xo---I think it helps me take better care of my patients, and in a way, is for me, a blessing.

Family: You are so kind. I know your words will be very meaningful to them. I am absolutely sure that helps you take care of your patients better. Which as you say is a blessing for you but also a blessing in their lives. Our loved one has been struggling with this for several years and it is not any better. In fact it's worse due to additional problems that sap their resources such as divorce, disability (broken bones requiring two surgeries), periods of unemployment, financial problems, etc. Our loved one is unable to take almost all medications due to extreme side effect reactions. Interestingly their mother was the same way with meds although the mom doesn't suffer from anxiety disorder. It's so hard to find doctors who understand that our loved one needs to find a non-chemical solution. Sometimes they are impatient with them for not trying yet another medication, which sets up another cycle of self-doubt and shame. Did you benefit from cognitive behavioral therapy or any other forms?

Me: Yes. Talk therapy helped somewhat. I didn't take meds because I had a friend on Buspar and it didn't help. What helped the most was surrendering to the process and allowing myself to heal. It is slow. I think you might want to read All Is Well by Louise Hay and Mona Lisa Shulz, M.D. It has disease plus affirmations, like regular medicine plus holistic. Dr. Shulz is a psychiatrist who is also a medical intuitive. I think affirmations might be good for your loved one. Dr. Peter Levine has good work online for healing from PTSD. I took a class from him. Namaste.

Family: Dr. it is surely God's hand in our lives that has brought you to us today. Thank you so much for all this good information. Our loved one is also diagnosed with PTSD. Namaste.


This is NOT part of my job as an anesthesiologist!

Texting family members--offering advice--this is not anything I will ever be compensated for!

Yet it is the Right Thing To Do.

It is putting MY HEART on the line, out there, and connecting it to others to permit the Healing Process to HAPPEN. 

There is no healing for Anxiety without kindness and unconditional Love. Medications only buy time and decrease symptoms.

You know, I asked the family member right before we left for the O.R., 'what happened to your Loved one?' They were like, 'It's been this way forever!'. I rephrased it, 'Something awful must have happened to them for them to get like this.' The family member, a niece, had no idea what it was.

I did. I've lived it. In this life and in the one immediately before this life. I don't have to explain it to anybody. I only have to know enough to recognize and to treat anxiety effectively, with all the skills I have at my disposal. Reiki is an incredible layer of relaxation and healing on an energetic level, which is non-chemical and has no side-effects. It makes anesthesia so much more effective in situations like this.


It is what I do best.

And I've earned the right to say so!


Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Kick It Upstairs

Roseanne Barr just 'favorited' one of my tweets.
The Roseanne Barr. Like in the 'Roseanne' show.

Here's the tweet:

Roseanne Barr favorited your Tweet

2h: 

You, most of all, are never unloved or abandoned, even though you may feel so at times.-- Archangel Michael

You, most of all, are never unloved or abandoned, even though you may geel so at times. -- Archangel Michael.

I think I read somewhere she testified against, well, mind-control in Hollywood, just yesterday...today she favorites my tweet...tonight I looked it up on the internet. 

There is an 'elephant in the room' amongst us right now--for all of the victims of mind control, the handlers, and the horrible system that created it in the first place. I owe a debt of gratitude to David Wilcock, Kaulapele (can you spot the symbols at the olympics?--LOL), and Cobra for bravely opening my eyes to this horrible tragedy. (These individuals have risked their lives for Truth, literally. Some have had death threats and attempts.)

In my bones, I know from my own direct impressions, this is truth. I 'feel' things, that's how I know. I am highly sensitive. So for you who are just 'finding out the truth', I'll share with you mine:

• My first job was at Disneyland when I was sixteen. I was told there were levels below--so big that train cars worth of burger patties could go in to my facility each day to drop off supplies. Well how do I know there is only one level beneath? I thought, when I was first told. Let me say, it was creepy downstairs on the way to the break room. It was all white, with no signs of human touches. And the energy--it filled me with dread. I was always looking over my shoulder, and I knew anyone could do anything they wanted to me while I was under the restaurant in the tunnels, and no one would ever know...
• Mom told me all those faces on the milk cartons were dead, offered as human sacrifice in satanic cults. There is lots of it going on, and no one talks about it.
• An obese, plain, charge nurse with huge owlish glasses who talked bible with me, shared once that she was a multiple personality disorder, in recovery and pretty stable, who is a survivor of satanic abuse. She was 'bred' and told me what they did with the newborn babies. She looked me straight in the eye, and asked me if I believed her or thought less of her. I felt the same creepy feeling as at my first job, in the tunnels underneath Disneyland. I wanted to run. I knew that she was telling me the truth. I sensed that she was 'packaging it' as nicely as she could for me to 'handle it'. She was an excellent nurse. She went to a famous Christian College. She wanted to help others who have been through what happened to her. I prayed to God to show me what to do; I hugger her, said I am terribly sorry, and I thanked her for her trust. I felt guilty because after that, I couldn't feel 'close' to her like before. I treated her with the same respect and courtesy and professional appreciation for her skills as ever. In that small way, I think I helped her a lot. I believed her and I didn't shun her. I encouraged her to fulfill her dream to be a counselor.
• My residency coordinator (administrative assistant type position) confided to me that she, too, was a multiple, in recovery, and shared how hard the counseling process was. Those two never knew each other in the hospital.
• My surgeon I really loved to work with came from Detroit. His father was an executive for a motor company. This doctor was my mentor and friend, and we talked, about religion and many things. He was a Lutheran, the only one to get baptized and attend in the family. His family was totally against it, but he went. I always suspected ritual abuse; the patterns of anger I observed directly in the operating room were not like anything I had ever seen. There was a sense of 'the patient is DYING!' and panic with just about every request in the O.R. that was just outside of 'routine' during surgery. He was excellent and to him I would have trusted my own life under his care. But I never confided to him this; I prayed for him a lot, he was my 'project', and I petitioned to Blessed Mother every night and day for him to get in to Heaven, and for him to have a good life. Why I would pray that never seemed odd, it seemed 'right' although I can't put my finger on it.
• My work in past life recall made me remember  I was a 'kitten' and I died at ten. It's blogged, search for it if you like, I 'own' it. I think the search words are 'a dark past life'.  I like to think that it prepared me for the work I do now, including writing about this sensitive subject.

Roseanne, I felt your appreciation of the quote by Archangel Michael. I know you are the real deal. And I thank you for opening up.

I have to confide to all of you, however, no matter how much I know, and learn about the workings of Mengele and Monarch Mind Control and MK Ultra, I don't like it.

I don't want to know more; I know enough to do what I can to help the cause with my Light. 

It is too dark, and too dense for my natural Vibration. Even YouTube of victims sharing intel gives me that same old creepy feeling. I want to run.

Instead, I will hold the Light for you to move on.

Your Healing will require experts in Spiritual Healing that is way above my level.

I welcome you with open arms as my family, my Ohana in Spirit, and to the Golden Age. My love and support are with ALL survivors of ritual abuse.

Discernment says 'not to trust until all is settled in the final Victory Of The Light'; I watch, and I keep my distance from 'former ankle-biter helpers' too.

That is why the title of this is 'Kick It Upstairs'. I send it UP to the Guides of Compassionate Healing, to St. Germaine and his Violet Flame, to Archangel Michael, and I say a great big OM to cleanse myself back to my natural Vibration.

Some things are too big for us to handle. And some survivors are so delicate, I call in the very best, to handle you with care.

I know you can heal. I know your spark of Light will help all of us to learn and to grow. With deep love and respect, I thank you for paving the way for others with your courage, Love and Grace.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

The Conditioning of Christmas

This is my story. It does not apply to anyone else, but is to serve as an example of longitudinal growth in Spirit on the topic of the 'Holiday' that is 'Happy' in the 'politically correct' circles on Gaia.

At four, I found I got to wear a pretty dress and see a fat man in a red suit people told me was Santa. I felt his energy, it wasn't loving, and at once I knew there was a 'disconnect'. But I 'went along' to please my mother, make for a nice picture, and keep the veiled threat of 'no belief no presents' in check.

My Christmases until my first marriage were far from happy. We were poor. There was resentment on the part of my parents, who did not want to go into debt. But they did, each year. Although the gifts were minimal, they still had to work harder to pay off the debts until March. My sister, who is more assertive, spoke up for what she wants. She got it. I kept my mouth shut, only writing a list when asked. There was always horror to watch her open two gifts for every one of mine. How could such favoritism exist within a family? And everyone happily saying 'we love you both so much!'.

I got excited for Christmas each year anyways. At eight and at twelve I got a bike and that was pretty great. My Aunt gave me roller skates when I was six.

Soon I learned to watch the faces as others opened my gifts. I became a great shopper and gift-selector.

Around twelve the family started going to Mass. Well, both girls and mom. Dad didn't go.. Then the 'meaning' of Christmas' started to make everything 'more substantial'. I kept going to mass with friends, even when everyone else in the family did not. There was a deep pain of 'my family is missing out on something wonderful' and shame that burned when my family was not doing 'what was right'.

My first husband's family was more traditional. We went to church together, and we also gave and got really nice gifts. His favorite from me was a London Fog raincoat. Mine was my first stethoscope. Although the gifts were great, I couldn't understand the German influence of 'one great gift all year'. Italians, of which I am half, never stop giving...

After that, I decorated my own 'Charlie Brown Tree' and enjoyed Christmas by myself. Until the second marriage, where at the end Christmas became the biggest hurt of all, a true litmus test for the pinnacles of our dysfunction as a couple (he was bipolar, and suicidal back then).

Now what am I? A mother who is 'keeping her children happy'. I decorated the yard and house because we all enjoy it. But my heart? My heart of hearts? This is what it says:

• Why celebrate like this only one day instead of all 365? Each DAY is a spiritual GIFT!
• Why do I need to buy a present to show someone how much I love them? The bond = $$$ + gift just doesn't 'click' with me any more.
• If I am 'focused' on one day two weeks from today, where is my mindfulness on this moment NOW?
• I am thankful for the 'gift' of having to work so many holidays that I can see they are 'another day'
• I am similarly 'thankful' for the divorce that split my home, and having to 'share' the children for a holiday, never being able to relax and enjoy a single one. How hollow and empty they are, which perhaps is what they always were.
• The gift-giving, on a corporate level, is the last-minute tax receipt frenzy for deductions.
• The Spirit of Giving is there--in radio giveaways and all--but is still condition these powerful Light-beings experiencing Poverty to look to an outside source for assistance instead of awakening their inherent ability to manifest their biggest dreams!
• For some, this is a time of year to sample the Spiritual Life, and perhaps they will continue throughout the year. 
• At Christmas Mass (as all masses, but more so), there are angels in the rafters above the altar worshipping God. I see them plain as day.
• There ARE blessings at mass (or any religious event). For me, though, I think I want to just spend some time in Nature alone. Right in my back yard.
• I give thanks and have tremendous appreciation for this school we have called Earth, for all the different levels of Spiritual Development, and at least for something like Christmas to enjoy, without the hype, but with the family and friends who are so dear to us.
• As a single mom, who works full time, I never have time for sending Christmas cards. Know I have boxes of them, and Christmas stamps from 2007. I mean to. And every one you send touches my heart, and I am grateful.
• Many of the singers of popular Christmas Carols are Monarch Slaves, BTW. That sure takes the fun out of it. If you want the list, go to the end of one of the links on Cobras' little red pill. One is playing now, and it gives me the creeps.

Love and Light and Holiday Cheer!

Namaste,

Reiki Doc