Möelleux

Hi.

Don't let the French word throw you. It's very nice, actually, möelleux. See?

Translations of moelleux

adjective
	soft		doux, souple, mou, moelleux, faible, léger
	mellow		moelleux, velouté, bien mûr, riche, mélodieux, harmonieux
	smooth		lisse, doux, harmonieux, régulier, onctueux, moelleux
	suave		doucereux, douce, onctueux, moelleux, poli, élégant
	comfortable		confortable, agréable, rassurant, moelleux, suffisant, réconfrontant
	medullary		moelleux
	springy		élastique, souple, moelleux, qui fait ressort, alerte, vivant
	squashy		qui s'écrase facilement, moelleux, bourbeux, boueux
noun
	mellowness		moelleux, douceur, velouté

Yesterday I had enough.  For the first time, I took off my ring and my three bracelets--the ones that mean so much to me with Spirit.  The ones that connect me to Ross. I just couldn't take it any more.

I also knew it was time to open one of my most precious gifts, the bottle of Möelleux white wine from my family in France, from Hervé, and Jöelle, the ones I love so much. I had brought back four bottles as a gift for my birthday I spent with them three years ago. There is a cork that says Vouvray, and no labels on anything. Only white duct tape over the top to make sure they were okay in transit on the way home.

It is a delicious wine. Very sweet. And in it is sunshine from the land close to my heart, the Loire Valley, land of the Chateaux Sur Loire. Myself, I would love to have a home with a cellar on the banks of the Cher river. Only that part of the world could possibly get me away from the beach. I love it so! And the people there are amazing.

See for yourself:

http://www.lanouvellerepublique.fr/Indre-et-Loire/Actualite/24-Heures/n/Contenus/Articles/2013/08/11/VIDEO.-Touraine-premieres-vendanges-sous-serre-1575762

I was there, but I looked, you can't see me in the video.

Why is it that France appeals so much to me? And that I feel safe when I am there? I have loved France my entire life! It has to do with my past life; the one I shared with Ross... I escaped there to save my own life after he was brutally murdered. I would have been next. <3

Last night I had insomnia. Bad. I tossed and turned until midnight.

I called in Kamehameha. I spoke with him from my heart. You see, not only is he my Reiki Master guide, he was my father in another life. I hated him for his cloistering me, and marrying me off to a horrible man, and for his bloodthirsty battles. It wasn't until October 2012 that I made my peace with him, and we have moved on in our relationship as father and daughter.

I asked him, since my Higher Self told me 'You have my memories' if he really was father to me? Or was he father to HER, and I was just borrowing the memory?

I was concerned because all of my family ties, which are important and meaningful to us all, but especially in the Spirit worlds, where they are like the only thing that really exists, is the love that we have for each other...

He assured me that I have been incarnate the whole time, for all of my memories. That I did all of those things, not her, since I was Tabitha so many years ago. She never incarnated. Not once. So although she was around and helping, the one who did all the work was me.

All family ties are REAL, and nothing could take them away. Not ever. I am and ever shall be ohana to him.

He promised to watch over me while I slept, to keep me from going UP and doing whatever work I do at night, and he said, 'they can live one day without you doing your tasks that you do up there.'

So I slept.

 Early this morning, Ross came.  I had woke up a little earlier, and put my ring and my bracelets back on. He held me; for the first time all week it felt 'normal' with our energies again.

I was very sad. And weak. And tearful over the events of the past week, with my reunion with my Higher Self. Her saying that she gave me her memories, that she could make me go anyplace she wanted (with a ZAP! I imagine), and her wanting to get to know me on Her terms, not mine, really bothered me a lot.

Many of my friends have much better relationships with their Higher Self. They don't understand  why I don't like the helpfulness, why I don't like knowing --basically--the real ME, and why I am taking it so hard?

They LOVE their Higher Selves.

Imagine how Han Solo would take it if he was told someone else called the shots. Or Princess Leia? These are the first very strong individuals who fight for a cause that come to mind.

What my Higher Self needs to learn, and what the Council--those who study me in this incarnation--is I am different from most people and extremely different from all the Galactics in my heart:

• I never once ask any questions. I don't care to know the mysteries of the Universe.
• I don't question WHY I am asked to do things on my missions, I focus all of my energy rather on completing them successfully.
• I LIKE the amnesia. It helps me to concentrate on what is at hand, and leave behind anything I don't need to know.
• Five minutes in Nature--feeding a duck or enjoying the cool breeze--mean so much MORE to me than anything anyone could ever explain about Galactic anything.
• I trust that my ability to 'connect' to the Akhashic Records and All Knowledge There Is through telepathy, when I want to know something--is sufficient to get me through anything I 'need to know'.
• I chose this Ascension just the way it is, for the plants and the animals I adore. They are angelic, and I want them to stay the way they are. (My Higher Self told me this)
• This knowledge helps me to accept the delays and discomfort for my soul in the meantime.

Early this morning, Ross carried me to the Council. This wasn't the usual one. There were twelve beings there, all in a row.

He placed me before them. I looked over my shoulder, and stretched my hand out to him, but he gestured that I had to be alone.

I sat on the floor. I assumed a fetal position. I rocked back and forth to soothe myself.  I did not talk. I never made eye contact, either. I just kept rocking and humming to myself softly.

The Council didn't bother to ask me questions. They knew how I felt, and that I wouldn't answer.

I saw Ross gesture to them in concern that their delays had done this to me; one can only wait for so long for Ascension. I also felt his heart ask if there was anything that they could do to make it better?

This morning I awoke to my son who was 'starving'. He needed a blood test where he was fasting. So at six-thirty this morning, we dressed and drove to the clinic.

It didn't open until eight.

So we went to a small park with a lake, and walked to kill time.

It was the best thing that ever could have happened for my energy, for my healing of my heart.

It was a beautiful surprise. I gave thanks for it.

I have the warmth and feeling of Source in my heart; that is from my Higher Self.
I have the knowledge that all memories, and important family ties, are real and intact.
They are not 'borrowed' from my Higher Self.
And She knows to wait, just like a person with a child or an animal, for that being to approach them--not to overwhelm it with your excitement to be close.

Some things take time.

I have been assured I have all the time I need to get this part right.

Ross really wanted the Council to stop assuming that 'Galactic Ways' are right for the Ground Crew.

That is my gift to all of humanity, with my Light, to make it possible for each Ground Crew to have the welcome they need, and for the Galactics to 'get it right the first time' for them. I am one extreme. The ones who welcome the Higher Self are the other. And everything in between is going to be permitted for the Highest Good in this next awakening phase of the Ascension Process.

Namaste.

Peace.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Reiki Doc and Ross

Resolution With My Higher Self

Today I was lying on my porch swing. I was deep in thought, sending Reiki, and I used the new symbol my Higher Self gave me. I realized what it was for--it is for the reunion of Higher Selves and their incarnations. I drifted off to sleep.

Then a sparrow landed on my right foot. I felt the weight, the scratchy feet, and saw a blur of feathers flying away, as I jumped with being startled!

I searched for Ross. I always do. But he wasn't there.

Instead, I saw Her. I held Her, and she embraced me, and I cried bitter tears of having been away and in pain for so long. I did not like any of my Earth Experience, and I shared openly with my Higher Self, the many wounds I had all over my soul. Some time passed together...for a while.

Then She went away.

I went back to my Divine Peace Healing.

Then She came back.

She said, 'I am going in' and she climbed into my body. I felt Her energy. It was like another person going into my 'skin'--and I was puzzled.

I asked Ross, when I felt something 'clunk' into my merkaba in 2012, wasn't THAT my Higher Self going in?

He explained how in each of us, the soul is above the body, in some ways, and the lowering into the Merkaba (or body) is only part of it. There is the higher soul which still directs.  Not everyone has a single Higher Soul. Some, who have Soul Families, combine together in energy, and have one Oversoul between their consciousness.

I also understood that at Night, I go to Her, I am Her, and She plans my day, all of my experiences. 

That is why when I wake up in the morning, I get a 'hint' about what I am going to experience that day, as a final 'message' from Her.

For some reason, the conditions are right for Her to come inside with me, and in my body, I feel a new Vibration, a steady, solid connection to source, and a warm glowing in my heart center. I am not impulsive or irritable in any way. I am LOVED and I am bathed in wave after wave after wave of it.

I think to myself, 'This wasn't as bad as I had thought.'

On some level, I know it is 'done'.

I don't hear from Her at all, and yet, I have all the wisdom and knowledge of Her, accessible to me, within, inside my heart.

Next I knew, I was before the Council.

I asked SaLuSa, quietly, why since we all know each other and work as a team, we have to be HERE all formal like this?

He said because it is for the Record, and everything is recorded in sessions for All Time, so anyone can see.

I asked how come nobody informed me I would be recorded, and he waved it off, saying it is a matter of course that everyone understands...

They addressed me as Lady G...Lady G(something)...and it's NOT Lady Gaga! ; )

Oddly enough, the name fit. I was not uncomfortable with it. I had this strange heavy feeling, this solid connection to Everything There Is, and I had poise, and calm.

So I saw them, and they saw me. We talked. We embraced. I held Ross first, and asked is this over?

He said yes and I would never have to feel this pain again.

I held my brother Michael. I thanked him for always watching over me and protecting me. He said everything was going to be okay now, and he would still watch, but it isn't as much trouble as it was before, and I should not experience the difficulties I once had in the past.

Raphael embraced me next. I asked him to heal anything left that there was to heal, please? He is my brother too, and he said all is set. All is whole. And he will watch over everyone who is with me, and work on healing them too--all my readers, followers, friends, everyone--and their families too.

Next came Ashtar. He and I are old friends. He said, simply, 'my mission is complete'. He stood up, and offered me his chair at the helm.  I blinked at him in disbelief, and asked, 'aren't you here for all the planetary changes and NESARA and all of those things that we have read about?' He shook his head, and smiled, and said, 'my mission was for you.'

Then it was gone.

The most beautiful Love Song in the World --by a Swedish Composer

http://youtu.be/WRFr56o3X_A

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Reiki Doc

P.S. This one I stumbled across, and it made me smile. It's cute. Just in case, I am including it.

A Beautiful, Beautiful World -- by Story Bots

http://youtu.be/TBmZjOHrVJ0

Doing Nothing--Taking The Option Of No Action

There is safety in numbers.

But when it comes to Spirit, everything is 'one on one'--there are 'consultants', 'guides', but basically you have to experience everything yourself with your own Consciousness.

When I was told I have a Higher Self, and further, that this Higher Self wanted to get to know me, I took it badly at best. I wanted nothing to do with anything of this nature.

I still don't.

I have no interest in merging my soul, although kind souls offered information to help.

I don't feel particularly 'close' to any of my other Guides at this time, as well.

Even Ross, who feels a million miles away. He will come if I ask, but he knows now to stay away.

Otherwise, I turn into a gun-toting unicorn in pink guerrilla fatigues, who has PMS!

All of us know THAT's not going to help anything.

So I do nothing.

I watch, I wait, I take the time for the growth to come along deep within my heart.

Do I hate Her, my H.S. ?

No. I can't hate anybody.

How do I feel? Like everything I ever thought or felt or dreamed was just some pipe dream, and further, it was a means of entertainment, or 'growth', for Her.

I get my hands dirty. I am not ashamed of it.

In Spirit. In 3D. Anywhere I go across the cosmos. I am a fighter. Sometimes I get so pumped up that only Ross has the power to soothe me, and talk me down.

Even now, at a distance, he plays this song, the one to let me know he is very pleased with me and wants to be together with me in the SAME dimension soon:

Time In A Bottle -- Jim Croce

http://youtu.be/fyTfbtZeGeU

She comes through now. I will channel her, right here. She will be the H.S.

H.S.      I am sorry!

C:       For what? Taking the Galactic Party and using me? Everyone does it. It's the whole SYSTEM of using us for our missions that makes me sick.

H.S.      You are angry. And upset at me.

C:      No duh. Where have you BEEN the whole time I have been stuck here in this God-forsaken place?!?

H.S.     I have been right here by your side.

C:     Doing what? Knitting? It has been so long I bet you have made a whole wardrobe of sweaters!

H.S.     I am very active in my service to you...

C:      Or is it the other way around? Is this Free Will thing a whole crock of shit or what is it??!!

H.S.    I do not have the degree of Free Will as you do. I only help. I am bound by honor and the laws of the Galactic Codex, and by Karma.

C:      At least when you do something it isn't to serve some Galactic Goddess who is eating bon bons and popcorn and getting entertained.

H.S.   You think I do NOTHING?

C:     I know that for a fact. (I point to my heart). Why is this so filled with pain and anguish? If you were there it would not feel suffering at all. I couldn't.

H.S.   That is the amnesia.

C:    To HELL with the amnesia, I am sick of it!

H.S.   That is why I am here. Today. With patience and for your heart.

C:    Fix it. Fix it and let me get on to the next thing. I want to go.  I want to shake off everything that bothers me and go-go-go on to my next task. I feel trapped!

H.S.    Who would that serve for you to go off like that?

C:     Me.

H.S.     And everybody else who is counting on you?

C:    (pause)  Can I take a break?

H.S.    No. You can't. That is what you signed up for.

C:     Well, what did YOU sign?

H.S.   To serve and to protect you to the best of my abilities.

C:    And if I am lost, then, what happens to you?

H.S.   I go without a part of me that I will miss very much. I cannot regrow it.

C:     So we are more than sourdough bread and starter, me and you?

H.S.   Yes. I sponsor you with my own presence.

C:    So....you 'sponsor' anybody else?

H.S.    No.

C:      Why do you even care about me?

H.S.    Because I love you.

C:      But you love EVERYBODY. All of the Galactics do. Why do you care about this one here, seated at the computer?

H.S.    Because I have love and family when I am with you.

C:       Even though I can't talk to you or know you for all this time up until now?

H.S.    Just like if you were in a coma. I would come and talk to you every day.

C:       So what happens when I go to sleep at night?

H.S.    You are not to ask that question.

C:       So what happens to the Consciousness of others when they fall asleep, and how does it 'interact' with their Higher Selves?

H.S.    I told you once already not to ask that question.

C:       Why not?

H.S.    Because you know  and the amnesia is blocking you.

C:       Will you go away when I wake up?

H.S.    I hadn't thought of it in that way. I thought of it as all our love coming together into One, Unity.

C:       Dude? I know who I am, and I know what I know. I don't want to know everything. I could care less. I only want to go to Ross, and be his wife, and get the hell out of Dodge.

H.S.    That is simply not possible.

C:        Why?

H.S.     Because Ross has a memory for you, both of you together, very happy, for a Long Life.

C:        So....when the two of us are together, His Dream Wins?

H.S.     It is for the Highest Good. We don't compete. But whatever serves the Light the most is what eventually happens.

C:   (feeling very defeated)

H.S.     Ross wants you happy.  Happier than this. (gestures at herself and me).

C:        Ross wants you. He wants you whole. And that has nothing to do with the happiness of me.

(I hear Time In A Bottle really loud now...)

H.S.    Wouldn't you say that Ross wants YOU whole, and YOUR happiness has everything to do with the happiness of me? 

C:        Are there TWO happinesses? Or ONE?

H.S.     In the grand scheme of things there is One, but there are many 'flavors' of the kind of happiness that we enjoy.

C:         I don't know you. I don't go to strangers. No matter how much happiness is promised. Down here, people promise children puppies only to kidnap them in cars...

H.S. (she laughs a beautiful laughter that is like bells, and she means it).  I would never kidnap you with a puppy. I would just have you taken directly to where it is I want you to go.

C:   (dead silence and look at floor).   I want to go. I don't like your laugher and your power to make me ZAP anywhere on your whim. I have to trust you and there is a long way to go right now between us. I don't care if you've saved my ass on all of my assignments. I have no way of knowing. And I don't have the patience to watch the 'replays' on the Akhashic Record. It is your word on mine, and I have had enough. I excuse myself now. I thank you for your time, for your concern, and for your love for me. Love can't be forced. Right now I do not feel the warmth and kinship you claim to show for me. I KNOW Ross. I see his face, I touch him. He sends me surprises--songs, small gifts, contact and reassurance. I only want Him right now. Not you. Thank you and good day.

H.S.    (She looks at me, puzzled, with tears almost in her eyes, she respects my wishes, and she goes.)

C:    ( I run and give her one hug, because her sadness, somehow, I feel in my heart. I can't explain it. I want her to know I am stressed and that I don't understand, and that I am at my limit, but it has nothing to do with how she has treated me. It is the situation. Any two in this situation would have the same effect on me at this time. I don't blame her, personally. I just don't enjoy being told that I have this Other and I am Not Me. She softens, and dries her few tears at the corner of her eyes, and goes.)

Ross says to put this here. I almost didn't. But I thought again, and agree.

One Is The Loneliest Number by Three Dog Night

http://youtu.be/d5ab8BOu4LE

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Reiki Doc

P.S.    Blessed Mother just said the Reunion is going to begin soon.

Reiki and the High School Reunion

Tonight was my thirtieth High School Reunion.

I laugh when I stop and think about the person I was, thirty, twenty, and even ten years ago. Reiki has made such a fabulous contribution to the quality of my life since I started to study it about five years ago. Note that I have been Psychic all my life, but only began to live it fully with my taking Psychic Development Class and Reiki I.

June 1982


I was seventeen and I wore the gold cap and gown that designated me as a perfect 4.0 GPA. There were eight of us. My boyfriend and I were both 4.0's. I did not compete for the opportunity to be Class Valedictorian because I was too afraid to enter the competition. I held my boyfriend's hand the entire ceremony. I thought of my future as being Mrs. R, and devoting myself to my family.

The only problem was, I was wanting to become a doctor. It was my dream. His was to be a weatherman. Not like the kind on T.V. A Storm Chaser. Since my parents were killing my dream, I did my best to ignore his and push for a future together. Less than six months after graduation, we split.

July 1992


At twenty-eight, I was rebuilding my life. I had just moved to San Diego to begin Medical School. My marriage to my college sweetheart was breaking apart. I wore a red dress and curled my hair, wanting to be noticed for my beauty and for once not my brains. If you ever saw a 'nerd girl' like in Napoleon Dynamite or a Glee song, that was me. I wanted to change my image. I had to show everyone up!

My anxiety kicked in for weeks before the reunion. My counselor said to pick two people I might want to see. I did. By September I had separated from my husband.

July 2002


I was at the end of my Cardiothoracic Fellowship in San Diego. I danced ballet at least three times a week. My dress was size two. I bought it at Sak's. It was navy blue with embroidered beading in a floral pattern, a spaghetti strap sheath dress. I had my hairdresser do my hair and makeup before. I was the hottest one there. My ex-high school sweetheart couldn't wait to see me. His wife noticeably was not there. She was a storm chaser PhD too, and was my doppleganger. But she was old money from Brazil and Spain. I was poor from Southern California.

My marriage to husband number two was in shambles. We fought in the car on the way to the reunion. I was looking for options. None came. We sat in support of a dear friend who was coming out at the reunion. Actually, everybody suspected she was gay, but it was a formality for her to be open about it for the first time with the rest of us.

July 2012


I spent the morning clothes shopping in my closet. I found an adorable combination of a white beaded  tank, with my favorite floral skirt, and my Cinderella lacy gold shoes that matched perfectly.

Then we packet up and went to the beach! Fun in the sand and on the shore, boogie boarding at a new beach with a totally different shore break. After we stopped off at my favorite pizza-by-the-slice store, and headed home. We had thirty minutes to clean up.

I brought my son. I wanted him to see what a Reunion is like so he might appreciate high school more. He enjoyed it.

I was nervous. I brought two things in my purse for good luck: my mermaid Tokidoki fragrance bottle, and my blue troll doll. (On all of my medical school and surgery residency interviews, I always carried a troll doll with surgery scrubs on him in my purse for good luck. Nobody knew he was there but me!)

This time was different. Gone was the I'll show them! mentality. I felt the love at last from my peers. The impact of being able to bring Love and Light to so many was not lost upon me. I smiled at people I barely remembered. Genuine smiles. I talked to scary looking people, all punked out still after all these years. I hugged friends from elementary school and Junior High from cross town who moved like me to our high school.  I talked with everybody, and I introduced them to my son. He even was asked to draw the lottery tickets out of the hat for the raffle.

I spoke with my first love for an hour. My boy lay on the bench with his head on a pillow, holding my left hand. Gone was the abandonment and heartache from our breakup. (I saw, metaphysically, why my future was not meant to be as Mrs. R. I had to do the doctor thing. I had to do this blog.) We spoke of parenting. Religion. Joint citizenship (his kids have triple citizenship--US, Spain, and Brazil). Then we got to the important stuff. Remember how you were always telling me to go with the flow, Tom? I finally learned it. I was a slow learner. It took me thirty years. But I did. It felt good to get that one off my chest!

I also let him know about me. My psychic gifts, and how I apply them. We actually have similar viewpoints, but he is more like an advanced 3D, not exactly prepping himself for ascension track like me.

I thanked God for that conversation the entire time we were speaking.

And I thank Source most for this question from Tom: 'How do you sort out the psychic information from the delusional?'

It hurt. But that was ego. And I knew that information like this is vibrational, and hard to explain. But in a flash, I said, 'You learn it from people who do it for a living. You go to Psychic Development class and you work with them, and you learn. It's like how you learn to do anesthesia. You go in the O.R. with people who know how to do it, and they show you how it works and how to do the job.'

It was my truth. It clicked with him.

He also will be thinking about Financial Tyranny by David Wilcock. And my blog that reached five thousand hits today. I told him, I did not share with you because I want to convince you. I did it because I want to be who I am when I am here with you. I am tired of hiding this all the time with everyone. Stax knows the truth about me. I want you to know too.


Thank you Sensei-Usui for making this depth of peace and healing possible, and for giving me the ability to love unconditionally, to speak my truth, and be gracious Light.


Namaste,

Reiki Doc