The Favor

Yesterday I could not believe the request of my colleague:  we finish at the same time will you please drive me home? My car broke. It's right on the way.

She lives in Tustin.
It's WAY out of my way.
Later she poked her head into my O.R. and said her daughter would take her, would give her a ride.

I was like, 'cool!'--the beach was calling, you know? And the paddle board! It looked like I was going to have a  short day.

After my last case, guess who I ran into in the hall of the O.R.?

Yup. I drove her home.

Out of my way.

And no beach.

It turned out her house was in a newly built section where a friend of mine bought a small house perhaps five to seven years ago. I knew the area. Let's call it NEW Tustin.

I walked in the house for a 'tour' after we reached my colleague's home.

It looked like this:

I thought, I do NOT live in a doctor's home! and was embarrassed. Her home had ten foot high ceilings, much like in this photo. It was professionally interior decorated. And the back yard was really a patio. It was a narrow space between her house and the one behind it.

There was no energy in that home except the energy of old sadness that had settled in.

The whole area had it.

She had lost a lot of money because she had bought at the peak of the housing market. It is one story, which is good for 'when you get old'. She had relocated from San Diego after a divorce. This was her haven. It was beautiful. But her beautiful home was quiet, energetically, and I--ever the healer--was blessing and adding energy healing with every step I took to that sad, quiet, and lonely space.

This was the energy of the neighborhood, as I wove through the fancy named-streets, to find a main road to go home.

There were no children playing in the street. There were no people running errands. The place was a total ghost town.

Why?

Because everyone had to work.

They are 'house poor'.

You only see families like this in real estate ads!

I noticed a street that connects to an older part of Tustin. My favorite Italian store is there.
I decided to go.

And as I drove, the homes started to look older.

What once was as nice and clean and new as the housing development I just left, had turned dated, and run down, and old.

I started thinking...

about how 'all it needs is a coat of paint'

Maybe a little MORE...

I thought about what was important to me...

And how what is important to others:

And then I thought about the readers who confide in me, and ask for help, because they are at the end of their rope...

And the dream no longer seems like a dream at all--it is a nightmare!

I prayed in my heart, with all my spiritual might I had within, for ALL PEOPLE to have a home.

For ALL PEOPLE on GAIA, to not have to worry about making the rent, about the mortgage, and about making ends meet.

It is a trick that has been forced on us into keeping us supporting the economy all over the globe!

When in REALITY, all housing is a gift from Gaia, from Source, if you think about it...

Please Bring NESARA!

NOW.

And free us from the hunger and hopelessness so many now face.


I prayed hard.

You think Creator heard me?

Would you mind helping me speak up, in the Presence of Source?

I think if we used all our voices as one, we would make a difference.

So in your heart of hearts, if you don't mind, will you please ask creator to send the abundance package from the prosperity funds of St. Germain, to all of humanity--with complete and total angelic protection for the funds to actually GO to the people in such a manner that actual relief will be felt by those needing it most?

It can't hurt.

It's worth a try.

Thank you so very much.





Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,


Reiki Doc

Cliff's Notes on Fiscal Cliffs B, C, and D

There is no patient attached to the monitor--this is from my morning safety check

As you may recall, in December the 'Fiscal Cliff' was 'postponed' until March 1: the six hundred million dollar cuts in defense and national security, PLUS a two-percent drop in Medicare Reimbursements to hospitals beyond the cuts seen in previous years. This is called Cliff B.

Hospitals who are busy lobbying on this issue now, were told in January to expect these cuts.

Recently there has been some hope of an agreement to postpone the cut. 

There is ANOTHER cliff, Cliff C, also known as the Continuing Resolution (CR). This is the emergency funding that has been on since October 1, 2012 to fund the government because there had been no specific budget agreement. It is scheduled to expire March 31, 2013. On April 1, 2013, all non-essential operations of government will shut down. Defense and VA Healthcare will still be operational. (I do, however, think elective surgery may be postponed, and only emergent cases will 'go')

The LAST Cliff is the Debt Ceiling, which is called, 'Cliff D'. This is how the government 'borrows' into the future to pay off existing debt. The limit to borrow money expired in December 2012 and was extended by Congress to May 19, 2013.

So there you have it. This makes it so much more easy to study, Cliff's Notes on The Fiscal Cliffs.

Things are looking incredibly complex, are they not? Do not worry, however. There is a Safety Net once the $-*%# hits the proverbial 'fan'. READ: NESARA and the St. Germain Prosperity Funds.

Stay tuned! You heard it here first.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Alternative News in the Operating Room: Live!

I am in shock.
Today was everything I ever dreamed it could be: we talked about Alternative News Topics in surgery.

We always talk in the O.R. What else is there to do? Scalpel! Scalpel. Forceps! Forceps. It is not like that at all in surgery. Ever. Only when it is a difficult case and the surgeon has to pay super close attention. Most of the time, surgery is like when your stylist cuts your hair--the most attention is on the work at hand, but casual conversation makes it more pleasant for everyone involved.

Vaughn is like the big black guy from The Green Mile. He is a scrub tech, very professional, very respectful, and a little too into the Hollywood scene for me. He was once a body guard, then a guy who collects money for the loan shark, and somehow ended up legit as a dynamite-skilled surgical technician. (ed-he is not the one I had the crush on several weeks back).

Today was different. When the Libya stuff started to be brought out by the rep (for surgical equipment, this time, the ablation machine), Vaughn called him on it. 'There IS no ambassador to -(wherever)'.
The rep pressed on with the illuminati garbage-du-jour. But Vaughn, it turns out, was ON to conspiracy theory.

I backed him up. While the rep couldn't believe it could all be a scam, Vaughn brought up historical instances of the same thing. What started the Viet Nam war. I brought up the Spanish-American War being started by William Randolph Hearst to sell newspapers. Vaughn had better and better examples.

I just said, follow the money to find out who is behind the subterfuge.

Vaughn found out about the lies society feeds us when he was eighteen. He got upset, thinking, 'Damn! How did I not know this before when it is SO OBVIOUS to me now?!'

Vaughn knew about HAARP, chemtrails, Katrina, 9-11 (and WTC building 7), and several other things that are well-known to those who follow the Alternative News Sources.

He gave the rep some books titles to 'go read sometime'. I added Area 51 to the list. That one exposes black ops that are funded by secret funds funneled off from the government to innocuous-sounding bureaus. Vaughn was on to those too!

I learned something. Vaughn's grandfather was masonic. Vaughn used to sneak peek into the sacred books. One of the things at some point is that islam gets worshipped, he says. He also says that to move up in masons, you have to spit on a bible. If you don't do it, you don't go up to some high level.

He bragged about the hermetic mysticism that goes back to the Egyptians. I laughed and said, 'And who brought it to Egypt? It was stolen from the Irish!' Vaughn didn't know that, and was impressed.
'How did you learn all of this?' he asked, incredulously?

Everyone in my family is psychic. I am too. I followed my inner guidance, and made some new friends along the way.

How did the rest of the room react?
The circulator nurse is still trying to come to terms with the chance 9-11 was not legit. She is wrapping her mind around it, and it is giving her headaches. She wants to believe the lie.

The surgeon is a convert. Listened to Vaughn. Just bought a year's supply of food to store. Already has guns and ammo. (they are not going to need all that! just a week or two of food).

The rep is going to go home and flip on the T.V. and pretend like he had a bad day and that nothing really happened.

Scrub tech and anesthesia were on the same page. Well, I told him I was three steps ahead of him. He has no clue that I am Ground Crew! ; ) He is going to research Cobra, The Drake, and NESARA. : ))) I wonder what the patient will think when they wake up?

Anyhow, all is well and things are really happening to elevate the Consciousness of the Operating Room! Remember Vaughn's words--you don't feed steak to babies. Try not to overwhelm those who are new to the process of 'waking up' metaphysically.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

NESARA and St. Germain

These was an article I read yesterday that gave me much hope. I follow these things in the alternative news sources. If you follow them too, here is something for you. If it is not your thing, just pass on it.

Here is the link:http://nesaranews.blogspot.com/2012/03/nesara-st-germain-must-read.html


And here is the picture of St. Germain on the back of the two dollar bill. He is the one with the hat in the back in the middle: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:US_$2_reverse-high.jpg


Enjoy!
And Namaste,

Reiki Doc