A Day Of Remembrance

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

Bad Blood by Bastille

http://youtu.be/NKHcdNE9olY

Use your Voice

Use your Heart Center--the energy that is inside 

Will you please help Gaia and her suffering to cease?

Pet Rat Versus Feeder Rat: A Paradox

I have been reading up on the care of rats who are pets. Mama Rat and her babies, as well a their Daddy, are doing well. Mama and Daddy are pining for each other across their two separate cage walls so much that jokingly I call them Romeo and Juliet. From immediately after giving birth, to every five days, she has been in heat. So for one week old rats, she has been ready to mate three times. It's driving them crazy...

According to an author of Rat Care, breeders are well-aware of this phenomenal reproductive strategy. All matings are done with the intention of the breeder to create new pets. The parents are chosen for their temperament first, and for their looks second.  When not actively breeding, the male rats and female rats are kept separate at all times unless they are both fixed.

The picture of a breeder's place shows carts with many trays on them, stacked higher than a man. They are in a special room, with humidity and temperature controlled, and it is very clean. The newborns are handed often (it is okay, the mom will not reject the pup if it has our scent) to make them more sociable and better pets.
The breeder is also responsible in placing the new rat babies into good homes, that will take care of them and love them. They know where most rats in pet stores end up.
The breeder of feeder rats is as knowledgeable about the reproductive strategy of rats as the breeder of pet ones. Surprisingly enough, the cart system and special room for raising them is the same. After all it works best for the bringing of new rats into this world, does it not? The only difference is where these new rats will go, and the care and selection that goes into the pairing of the parent rat.
It is after they are born, where the difference in Pet Rat and Feeder Rat is most apparent. Some newborns are taken from their mother and given a wet nurse female rat, They are all at the pet store, together, and when one is to be sold as reptile food it is taken from the nest.  There are bins of pups, small rats, medium rats, large rats, and collossal size rats. Sometimes they are separated by sex, but they might not be and in this case all of the females would be with child.
What different worlds do these baby rats experience! A world of love and nurturing, of socialization and never being taken from their parents. And a world where perhaps the handlers may interact with them, but despite their unawareness, their being raised for food is going to make for a very short life.
The part I am upset about is that the rats have no choice in where they are brought up. It just happens. And that is one of the paradoxes of The Life of Rats as a species. The wild ones, I suppose, must have their reproduction known by the exterminator, too. And the strategy to eradicate them must take the incredible reproduction rate in mind.

It is humans in the pet industry (and the exterminator industry) that apply control over the fate of these small animals. It is the breeder (and the exterminator) who decide when and how, more or less, these rats will die. The humans have been taught to do this, how to raise rats for such a purpose.

My grandfather worked in Rosemead, California at a chicken slaughterhouse. His job was to get them into the water. He never would talk about it, even though the job had been twenty years before. But grandmother and mother explained to me that from what he had seen at work, he would never eat chicken again. I have since learned that those chickens are boiled alive to make the feathers come off!

If you would like to know more about what really happens in the meat industry, and the food industry in general, I recommend this book:http://roryfreedman.com/about.html

Do you accept that there is an art to raising animals, for pets and for food? Is it logical that the bigger the market, such as for the consumption of meat by humans, that the best interests of both the animals and the consumer is not front and center in the mind of the person making the decisions on the manner in which these animals will die? Might they possibly be thinking more of their own gain, financially? If this makes sense, it is a good thing for you to buy this book and read it. It is shocking. And I have changed the way I eat because of it.

Would it be possible for somebody along the line to make the choice for humans as to how they would live and when they would die? What if our society is like a bunch of cages, and some people are raising us to be used for the purpose they had chosen for us? And if this might be a probability, what if there were humans that were raised in a way so shockingly different from us, that it would be like the difference between beef and veal? Everyone knows that veal are separated from their mothers, placed in small cages in the dark where they can't even turn around, and force fed to make their meat more tender when they are turned into food? Is this not a part of society as we know it, the taking away of the free will of the animal in question, and planning the course of the creature's entire life?  Who says that this tendency of man to place his own needs above the needs of the animals is limited to livestock and pets?


What if there were humans that considered everybody else to be animals and of little consequence?


What if these humans were in bloodlines that stretched back in antiquity, to societies older than Egypt? And what if they passed along their skills and perfected them with science to create fool-proof individuals who would do their will at their bidding?


If this was the case, would you want to learn more about it? If so here is a link to more links so you can learn: http://kauilapele.wordpress.com/2012/07/22/cobra-update-7-22-12-the-red-pill/

After reading it, you might feel shaken. I feel it. And I just had a great big nightmare from it. It has taken me four days of intensive reading to make it through all of the information. Right now I am on Chapter 8 of the last link. I won't mention any names, but the Rat-like people are involved with it. They have infiltrated every bastion of society one can think of. Including New Age people and Christians.
And the fool-proof individuals don't know that they are a part of this group, the many who are. Sometimes they are used to give disinformation. Sometimes they are used for things that are much worse.

I want you to know so you can help others, as they discover for themselves the hidden truth. They are not as prepared for it as you. If you have a history of MPD, reading this may be fatal. Let this one go.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc