Late Check Out

Remember how I once mentioned 'some people have Ghostbusters every single day' in their Spiritual Lives?

Well, I'm not even sure where to begin. My vacations aren't always restful. And this one was by far the most challenging 'mission' I have ever had.

On the one hand, I stayed in a hotel by a local resort to enjoy our annual passes and spend some time bonding as a family due to our busy lives.

On the other, I got to the root of a very old and very unpleasant spiritual organization, and cleaned it. I did this as part of a team. I learned some very high-ranking negative creatures can 'act cool' and 'act like they healed' when in fact they didn't. I learned of some very horrible practices and secrets and put them all toward the Light.

I also learned that the Innocence of those Unawakened, and the beauty of their hope and trust far outweighs whatever is negative and deliberate and horrible that went on under their unsuspecting nose!

So I will not go on and on about each battle--there were two--in this Rescue of a very important soul who was kept hidden and tortured and raped like Jaycee Dugard, sort of a Galactic one, who goes by the name of Arabella. Arabella is now clean and free and is in healing with her many, many children, whose names are known only to her.

Love is a powerful statement.

This duck--I fed it some of my sourdough baguette--and its duck family is what helped me turn the corner, too. That and my wood bead elastic bracelet with a metal thing that has a heart and says LOVE.

Yesterday I was sorely tested. My son sprained his ankle the night before last, and couldn't walk all yesterday without pain. So I rented the wheelchair, and pushed him all through the main, classic, original park.

Did you know there are a lot of hills and ramps at that park? And deep ruts in the walkways that catch the wheels? And a manual wheelchair, with someone as big as you in it, is really hard to drive?

What started yesterday as respect and admiration for those who are disabled, and their families, and the way this entertainment resort accommodates the special needs, grew to my LIVING it for one day.

I am sore. I am tired. And I am happy I learned how 'it's not a stroller any more' LOVE is an exercise that is good for you, for those around you (some asked me, 'how are you doing?' and offered to help push--I politely declined), and for those you love (thank you mom for trying to make the best of it on our vacation--I appreciate it).

So for all the hidden symbols of the Illuminati I would see, which pressed heavy on my heart because at last I could see it was quite deliberate and a signal to others of the superiority of the Illuminati, I saw:

• hungry ducks who got excited at the sight of my loaf of bread in my backpack
• people who have to push the wheelchair and attend to special needs every day
• a worker named Margo on Indiana Jones who had the most compassionate heart and the brightest Light of anyone here in both parks, the retail area, and the entire resort complex (I felt  her as she explained gently the rules of wheelchair waiting for the ride to us)
• many, many couples and families having fun
• the bond between wheelchair pushers (me--I'm kind of new to all this   random dad--you'll get the hang of it)
• how my first job, was not random--Tomorrowland Terrace! (I am a Galactic and had no clue for the longest time --only the last year I have known for certain)
• the beautiful flowers, plants and trees and their anchoring the Light at the parks
• admiration and hope for the woman with the feeding tube in her nose, for those autistic and developmentally delayed, for those on oxygen, and for those very jaundiced and tired who I could tell was making this 'last trip' as a gift of memories to their loved ones.
• the strength of LIGHT in those who chose to work at this place, to be open and caring and kind to all who come here no matter or color or health or orientation or money status
• The grown man in a full Snow White costume that TOTALLY made me smile--a visitor to the resort--who was living his dream!

I realize that this place where I am visiting and currently staying, is in face a masterpiece. And like all masterpieces, it belongs to humanity. For always and forevermore.

entrance to It's A Small World

(music and entire ride is here: http://youtu.be/iJFGAX77zw4)

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Reiki Doc

P.S.    The bracelet means so much to me because it reminds me that Love Is The Solution For Everything. Ross enjoys a hobby of woodworking. In his spare time, he is making me a beautiful hope chest of cedar to go by our bed. He showed it to me not too long ago. I admired his handiwork. I also am deeply touched, for I always wanted one at my first marriage, but my family was not well-off enough to provide me one. It's my dream come true, and that he is making it, really opens my heart. When he showed me, he opened it, and I could smell it.

I am the luckiest girl in the whole world!

P.P.S.   

Steamboat Willie Turkey In The Straw

http://youtu.be/YVLxmDwdpOI

Thanking Your Care Team: The Last Step In Healing

Yesterday when I came in to work, I was surprised to see a little package in my mail box in the Doctor's Lounge.

It was brown paper wrapped, and when I saw the name on the return address my heart skipped a beat!

It was the patient I had been wondering about for some time since I had done the most recent follow-up surgery--the anesthesia part--at this patient's request that I give care to them second time. Due to a mix up with the scheduling, it almost didn't happen. Fortunately the anesthesiologist assigned to the case acknowledged the patient's concern to have me for their care, and traded cases for the day with me.

So many feelings flooded over me...as I recalled the very first time this patient was under my care.

You see, I met this patient when I was on call. In the ER, I saw them in full fetal position, sitting up on the bed, wracked with anxiety. This patient was asking 'can I just go out and smoke a cigarette?' and the family member was soothing them.

I knew in a matter of hours, this patient with a terrible condition inside the abdomen, would be seeing this and not asking for a cigarette any more. And feeling REALLY peaceful, as in out of this world filled with PEACE...

I had to get full consent and agreement to go with me to the O.R. This patient had very severe anxiety disorder, and was under the care of a physician for it, for many years. I quickly took cues from the family member, and also went back to the O.R., and brought with me all of the medications in my little box, all of my anesthesia drugs.

I titrated the anxiety medicine in until this patient slurred their words, slowly, gently, saying calming things, never letting them see the needle or the syringe touch the i.v., and giving Reiki with every bit of intention I could muster.  Still sitting up, we were able to go the the O.R., induce anesthesia sitting up, and proceed with the emergent,  life-saving surgery.

I also gave significant input to the surgeon during the procedure about avoiding any 'appliance' on the abdomen because of the anxiety that would be involved. Fortunately, the surgeon saw my point, agreed, changed the standard approach to the operation under the circumstances, and the patient did well.

So what was in my package?

Inside there was a little box, beautifully wrapped, with peach ribbon. I carefully opened it.

Here also was a card, that brought tears to my eyes--my colleagues were watching and one of them said, 'All of her patients always LOVE her!'

27 March 2014

Dear (me)--

With grace and mercy, you breathe for the panicked, the terrified, the lost. You allay the fear of the anxious, the friable. There is no measure for the capacity of your wisdom and empathy.

Engraved in my memory is the treasured gift of your smile and spontaneous hug - a timeless remembering of "safe".

I am truly blessed to have been in your loving care and to have known such a remarkable woman.

With heartfelt sincerity,
 (patient)

P.S. The amulet is neither new or old. I gift this to you with endless gratitude.  If I can ever be of help to someone of my own ilk, please let me know. 

The way I see it, every human being alive, and who has ever walked upon Gaia, has this written in permanent ink on their precious foot.

Most people don't understand that healing has everything to do with recognizing this simple fact:

• To say that I am made in the image of God is to say that Love is the reason for my existence, for God is Love. --Thomas Merton.

Sometimes that label is hard to see--because of life choices and people's behavior at times--but if you look very closely, with the eyes of your heart, you will find it every single time.

And your life experience will uplift, both yourself and others in the process, of recognition of that sign of 'Love' written in indelible ink, on everyone...even if the foot is gone, the word remains on their heart...

Consciousness knows no limits.

Neither do you.

I was given the silver bracelet the patient wore--and loved-- with the words Peaceful Heart

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Reiki Doc

P.S. Will you, with your life,  give testimony to Love?

Testify To Love by Wynonna Judd

http://youtu.be/gFsmA3yP2Nw