This Afternoon

I just saw the delay for decryption for alpha on 2012portal.

I called in Ross. He says it's okay. I embraced him.

Then I realized we were amongst many on the helm...I casually commented to them, don't I have the BEST HUSBAND???

Then I said, 'Thank you for making this possible.'

And the room grew quiet, and solemn. I asked Ross, 'Did I say something wrong???'

He said, 'No. You are reminding them of their Purpose on this Mission.'

I ran down the hall to Father's office.

I can go, there. I always can, the door is open. I knocked and knocked and knocked--he was a little busy, but he let me come in, and I threw my arms around his neck, jumped on his lap, put my head on His shoulder and started crying--tears of gratitude for those people helping to save me from the nightmare of duality.

I thanked Him for Ross.

I thanked Him for the new energies.

And as the tears settled, I had a new thought--could we please do something nice for them, all those that worked to save us?

Father reached down and came up with a box of candies. They looked like cubes of mochi, translucent, glowing white about the size of dice. He put them on a tray, and gestured for me to go serve it to them.

I asked Mother, if She would have anything to offer these kind people too, and I thanked Her for all She has done to get me to Ross and the Higher Vibrations and Out of Duality.

She gave me a pitcher of some punch, that was blue or aqua and thick like a fruit nectar, and little cups, and gestured me out to the helm. I took a few steps down the hall, and I saw everyone looking at me expectantly.

It was there I realized that they can't go into Father's Office like I can.

They looked at me intently. I offered the tray, and each one took food and drink refreshments. But I saw I had forgotten the napkins! I chided myself on this omission, and then 'poof!' a stack of napkins just showed up! I had made them, but I didn't know HOW I had done it.

There was one left. I said to the last person, 'You have mine. It wouldn't taste good if I ate it and you didn't. Please, take.'

He refused. I insisted. Then he offered to share it and broke it in half. Ross said, 'Take it.' So I did. We  touched them together, this person and I, like we were doing a toast with wine glasses. And I ate too.

Then I felt solemn.

I asked Ross's permission for my plan.

He agreed.

I went to each person there, looked them in the eye, gave them a hug, and said, quietly, 'Thank you for saving me.'

When I got back to Ross, everyone started making a loud noise with yelling and clapping and I was afraid I had done a faux pas. I whispered to him if what I had done was okay?

'Okay? You did EXCELLENT!' and he lifted me up over his head, like in the Lion King with Rafiki holding up Simba, and the cheering crowd got even louder! It was deafening and stretched out for miles and miles.

I was the first to have given thanks for their efforts, thanks from the heart, in their Presence on board ship.

The battle is won.

The Victory To The Light is here. Now. Aboard ship.

And coming to a planet surface--near you.



Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc

The New Consciousness Of The Divine Feminine

I live in a masculine world.

I work in one that is even MORE masculine.

Last week, I got assigned to a thoracic room. 

Those cases are done by heart surgeons, at least where I am.

And those surgeons like to 'cut at eight'.

Well, on Fridays, our cases are booked to begin at eight. I don't show up until seven-thirty. And I forget that all heart surgeons, everywhere on the globe, like to 'cut at eight'. This is because they like to finish their cases by noon, eat lunch, and go to their clinic after their cases, or perhaps to another hospital for another case that is booked.

Heart surgeons are busy people.

I am a single mother who used to do hearts. I don't do them any more because of a personality conflict with someone who was dangerous and has since been let go from the system--a surgeon who has killed people, fortunately not mine, by not making sure without a doubt the cardioplegia was actually going IN the right place. (this isn't the point of my story).

My surgeon showed up early and berated me and my colleagues for 'being late', when in fact, I WASN'T.

My friend, a mom of twins, set things up and offered to do the arterial line.  She and the others reminded me of some surgeons who book cases for when they like to cut, not when they 'go in the room' like ninety percent of the rest of our surgeons. 

I was rattled.

I was really fighting my emotions.

Emotions rattled are not a good thing for anesthesia.

Luckily the case went well. And although the surgeon did his best to annoy me and distract me and rattle me and humiliate me, I stood strong. I also fought the urge to defend myself and to engage.

I made sure to let them see my face over the drapes and watch their work when I was caught up with my charting and orders in the computer.

Let me say this guy is NOT the one that booked the case, but he likes chest cases more, and the other guy let him do it. He was telling me how to do my job, literally. But I took it with a grain of salt, and accepted it as 'constructive criticism'.

Something weird happened as I was watching...I realized this is his crack!

Doing cases and having control and his schedule be on time is his crack that gives him pleasure and he can't deal with it if he doesn't have it RIGHT AWAY...

Well that re-started my consciousness!

Who am I to get in the way of him getting his crack? At least his crack helps patients!

(the next case had such an incredibly fast turnover--because of me--that the surgeon thanked my anesthesia tech. And I also got him to confess he has a love for Paris and all things French--when he said my last name out loud. I started speaking French and he was impressed. He did TWO cases by noon and was quite happy.)

Shhhhhh.

Right now my son is watching Captain Phillips on pay-per-view.

I can't stand it.

But 'action' is for most males, a form of 'crack'.  As he is embracing his masculinity, who am I to get in the way?

As a matter of fact, yesterday I made him attend Martial Arts (he wanted to skip), and he gave his best effort in a long time.

I also put him in a kayak and told him to enjoy his freedom, he was welcome to be near me on the paddle board, but where else can you enjoy doing exactly what you want to do as a kid?

My Divine Feminine is ENCOURAGING the Divine Masculine that is around me to explore, to be safe, and to do what Spirit is telling it to do...

This goes for my son, my surgeons, my coworkers, Ross, the Galactics, my fellow Lightworkers...even my pets.

You may not have known, but I have been tending to a snake injury I inadvertently caused in my son's pet, a six foot ball python named Cecil. He's three, and while I was helping him peel, it was like the skin of some on steroids when you remove tape--a top layer came off. I've been doing everything I looked up on the internet, and it's been working beautifully. Today, I soaked him and helped him shed his skin on his head. There was an eye cap that got stuck. And I had to remove it. You know, that snake trusted me the most he ever has, and let me take care of it?

Even snakes can learn when you are tending to their needs with your heart...

And for that?

In the Garden, as I sent Galactic Reiki, a new sign came in. This is the sixth one, and has a name, which means 'see the offspring' in Igbo (it's close). Igbo is the native language of southeast Nigeria, on the coast (these Galactic symbols are Sirian)--and it is Right Next To The Congo!!!

The meaning is to see the fruits of our labors, to resolve differences and problems peacefully, to work together to build a new future for us all.

I will teach the symbols of Galactic Reiki when the time is right for it. In the meantime, I will continue to sent them to you every day as Spirit suggests, in the free Reiki healing I send to all who read this blog (or have ever once read it), follow Doctors With Reiki on Facebook, and follow on Twitter (@usui2102).


Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc

The Pink Ray of Reiki

Today's Reiki healing for you was special--it brought in the new. I see it--it is a beautiful pink light that is shining down from Heaven and touching the top of your heads. And mine too. It is gentle, caring, Love energy. It carries this message:

New life, new awakening, new awareness, new consciousness, new hope, new freedom--and you are guided to 'breathe it in'.

Imagine the love this mother has for her growing child in her womb, and how supports it with her very breath!

All of this healing love, like a mother, surrounds YOU.

Absorb.

Accept.

Allow.

And Grow.

That is your message for today from Spirit.

Aloha and mahalo,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Irish DNA

Irish DNA is 'different'. It has the unique ability to carry more Light. As a Medical Intuitive, I recognize that this is going to challenge a lot of you who are into the Conventional Medical Paradigm: 23 matched chromosomes of double stranded DNA, 46 per karyotype, explains EVERYTHING. What I ask, is, what about the 'junk' DNA? What does it do? And why? If everything was understood, would not there be a better explanation for this multiply-repeating sequences of 'useless DNA'?

Everything will come out in the future. But for now, thanks to the input from Higher Spirit, let us explore the mystery of the Irish DNA, with pictures:

The Druids and the Celtic Line were the last of a peaceful Goddess-worshipping tribe that walked the planet. They were annihilated by the early Cabal, thus causing an imbalance in Gaia's energy away from the natural feminine energy with an overbearing force of masculine energy. (Did you know time stands still in the center of a Celtic Cross? It does.)

Their inability to destroy all vestiges of Irish DNA from the planet vexed the Cabal. Instead, they began a program of discrediting the honorable Irish people by casting them as stupid drunkards. St. Patrick may not have been the Saint that we honor today. Even so, the Irish are united in their love of their heritage, and the entire world celebrates with them in their honor to this day, be it with green-tinted beer and Irish parades.

Let us take away the political meaning of these two blessed plants. Let us hence admire the beautiful Love Energy of the shamrock, and unite it with the Psychic Awareness gained through Overcoming Struggles (thistle and thorns).

This is an image of the Mother Goddess, as One with her Fertility and Nature. Gaia is her home, and she belongs here.

This is the Goddess Maiden, learning her art and working to excel at her gift.

This is the Goddess Faerie. Isn't it amazing that after all this time and struggle with the Cabal, the Light shines strong in her still?

Set your sights on Ireland. The land and its people, are Blessed. Legend has it that the Golden Age will begin to rise here.

As we enter the Portal on the new horizon ('portal' means 'doorway') where the Goddess shall come back to her rightly place on planet Gaia...

Let us celebrate the beautiful gift of the Irish, and the secret societies that have kept the faith and schools of mysteries, until this blessed time. In some way or another, everyone is Irish....yes that means YOU! So celebrate your awakening awareness to the Love that fills the Universe, from the heart of the Galactic Central Sun to your own, that spark of Light is the same. There shall never be another one like you. Let your Light spark the awakening of everyone around you! Be a sign to others that the Light is here for everyone to enjoy! Gaia is well on her way back to health, and Love and prosperity shall arise with Her.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc