Angels, Dark Entities, and Mediumship

Today we are going to shift our focus and see past the obvious--the surgery, the anesthesia, the patient, and look for 'what else is going on' that is Healing in the O.R.

Here are three brief examples:

Angelic Interaction During Routine Case Intraoperative Reiki:  
It wouldn't flow. I started the 'power' symbol, CKR, and it felt 'stuck'. Where the wall and the ceiling meet, past the foot of the O.R. table, was an angel. This angel was asking me, 'Why do you want us to do Reiki on this patient?'. I thought about it...it's because I always do...because the patient is sick...because...because...and then I 'Got It'! It is because the patient is my brother or sister, or auntie or uncle, or mother or father...it is because we are One and this one is suffering and in need of Healing.  Boom! The Reiki went in.

Discovery of a Dark Entity and Visualization of a 'Removal':  Another patient was very sick, and undergoing a palliative procedure. As I got into the aura (after CKR), at the heart chakra I felt my breath being sucked away, and I could not go further. I asked for Divine assistance. I sensed to 'stay put'. In my mind's eye, I saw something like a giant straw descend energetically and go into the heart center of the patient. Like a Boba Black Pearl tapioca in a Thai ice tea, this dark energy ball slowly got sucked up the tube. Then the energy cleared, I was able to do Reiki. Until the root chakra, where the boba 'straw' repeated itself. I think the first was the major and the second was the minor Dark Entity being removed from the patient's aura. The Dark Entities always travel in pairs, a major and a minor, one to teach and one to learn. The energy felt so much 'free-er' after that. Again, this whole energy healing process took less than five minutes while the patient was totally stable during the surgical procedure.

Mediumship and the Sales Representative:  
We had been having a light conversation in the O.R., this rep was sharing about guns and how a former ICE officer taught him that a shotgun is the most effective deterrent for criminals. That 'click' of the shell being put into the chamber is 'universally known' and 'everyone will run'. Then he changed the subject:

rep: Has anyone ever seen 'American Horror Show'?
me: What is it?
rep: (explains how hauntings and deaths go together on T.V. program).
me: I don't know. I have to be careful what I watch. I get nightmares.
rep: (explains more)
me: I went to Peter Pan last weekend, with my nurse friends, and they were talking about that show too. I haven't watched it.
rep: Well it the people who write that must be real crazy and taking lots of psychedelic drugs or something?
me: What makes you say that?
rep: Because it is all about ghosts, and dead people, who are alive...and...
me: Have you ever seen a ghost?
rep: No. Why do you ask? (long pause) Have you?
me: Yes, I have seen a ghost.
rep: When? Where? What was it like?
me: I have seen lots of them. On Ghost Walks...
rep: Where?
me: In Victoria, Canada. I saw four on the tour.
rep: (shocked)
me: It...it runs in the family...Ghosts are not like that show at all! Many of them don't know they are dead!
rep: (I sense the entire room is listening to me) Have any of them hurt you?
me: No! Not in any way. Some of them don't like to go because they were very happy and choose to stay. There is a lady on the Queen Mary who is like that.
rep: I heard of those ghosts on the Queen Mary!
me: I have seen all three.
rep: What is it like? What is it like to see a ghost?
me: Well it's not like talking to you. They are very faint. It's...did you see the movie 'Paranorman'? It's is like that! In..in the beginning before it gets scary. It is just like that. I have been like this ever since I was a little girl. It has always been this way for me.

Then we went back to the usual things. But you know what? Everybody in that room accepted me for what I am. They relaxed. They smiled. And I think they appreciated to know that when it comes to ghosts, there is nothing to fear.

Dear Gay brothers and sisters--it is your shining example of courage in your 'coming out' as gay that I keep in my heart as I 'come out' as a medium in my place of work. It is not easy to know who you are and feel like you have to 'keep it quiet'. Psychics have been persecuted for centuries, much like the homosexuals have been shunned and beaten in this time. Yesterday I had a choice to make--to bring it up about the ghosts, or to keep quiet. Although it was scary to put my credibility on the line, I did. I did it because I know those of you who 'came out' paved the way for others. And that the world is a better place because you did. Thank you for inspiring me with your Courage. It helps me to find my own.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

The 9-9 Portal and You

Today is one in a series of important dates in the year: 1-1, 2-2,  3-3, 4-4, 5-5, 6-6, 7-7, 8-8,  9-9, 10-10, 11-11, and 12-12. According to Kauilapele, the 9-9 date is a big one, the opening of a portal to an increased level of consciousness, here is the link to his site: http://kauilapele.wordpress.com/2012/09/05/the-9-9-window-9-6-through-9-12-2012-and-the-mission/

You can participate in the 9-9 portal too. All you need to do is follow your inner guidance and do your energy work  with something to do with water. If you participate, please leave a comment and let me know the location where you helped. It might be an important data point for later connection.

Yesterday I did something in Gonzales Bay. I thought that was it, and tomorrow I would be back in Southern California to do my thing. It has been quite the opposite!

Today was an example of flexibility. sometimes Spirit will make it impossible for you to continue your plans until the Work Spirit is asking you to Do is Complete. The flight home from Victoria was delayed due to mechanical difficulty. At the hotel in Sidney, we ran into the pilot and air crew. They said this was rare, and hasn't happened in a year. I wondered what it was I was meant to do?

When the check in clerk said, "you can walk all the way down the street to the water." it resonated. We walked down to the pier. The view was beautiful, a panoramic vista with Mount Baker visible across the water. As we walked to the beach, I saw a statue about The Peace (photo to be added later). It was a fifteen foot tall silver devils horn? Next to a tall wire basket like structure on a pole like for flames. It seemed odd to me, so I took a photo to be sure, just in case. Not more than ten steps later was an eagle structure on a pole, wings outstretched. It looked much like the things I have seen online by David Wilcock about the Illuminati imagery at the London Olympics. And I knew it was time to act.

Down at the water, I saw as all heart-shaped red stone. I picked it up and put it in my pocket. Then boom! There were yellow flowers at the water's edge. I have never in all my life seen a flower at the beach washing up on shore! So two Reiki masters, me and my son, did a small ceremony at that beach. With our hands in the water, we followed our guidance. That was it.

Not sure exactly how it helped, but it felt like it was 'done', the energy released.

The best time is 9:09 a.m. Your local time. Please join us and help bring in the Light.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Healing at Gonzales Bay

Today I went to the beach in Victoria. I felt so incredibly lucky to be there. I could see the Olympia mountains off in the distance. There was sand, lots of driftwood, and several families there. The water was so cold your feet went numb and it hurt. I was sad, because I came all the way from California, and I couldn't even say I swam in Canada.

Somehow, the kind father with the touch of grey understood my sadness on a soul level. He took off his shirt and said, follow me. He marched madly into the water. At about waist deep he said let's jump in! Counting out loud ONE TWO THREE he dove into the freezing water. Caught by surprise, I plugged my nose and went all the way under too. We both jumped up, laughing, and ran all the way back to shore. He gave me a big high five, saying you did it! I was delighted!

Now that I knew how, I did it two or three more times, laughing and squealing with delight.

But then a funny thing happened: my legs weren't cold any more. I enjoyed the crystal clear water, looking at the beautiful red rock that turned out to be a crab. It wasn't sure what to think of me. I did my reiki and DPH from there, waist deep in freezing water. I also added extra that felt right to do.

Funny thing about energy healing...things happen. A crazy man came and cursed so loudly you could hear him across the bay. (He didn't like the change in vibration.) But then a musician came, with a name sticker badge on his shirt and a guitar. Did he play, and sweetly, anchoring in the Light.

The kindness of this man that showed me how to enjoy Canadian ocean water will stay with me my whole life. I found it incredibly healing. Know that when you are a healer, there is still room for healing YOU. Enjoy it when it happens.

This man and his wife have four young children, a dog, and financial stress. But what he chose to give of his heart, joy and self to me today was priceless. I got to swim!

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Harbinger of Economic Collapse

Today I had the pleasure of whale watching. Out of Victoria Harbor on the EagleWing company's boat, The Serengeti. It is the fastest boat in the harbor.

On that boat was a researcher named Rachel. She helped us with the zippers on our parkas. An owlish looking woman with her dark hair, glasses, and weathered backpack, her blue eyes lit up with delight when we said how much we love whales.

I thought she was a student. She was a full-fledged marine biologist at her dream job. But the harsh reality: as of September fifteenth of this year, her organization will die. They have been operating off savings since last November, when they turned in their grant application. Usually they hear from the bureau in March. They didn't even get a rejection letter. They have no more boats, and have to hitch rides on commercial whale watching vessels to do research. The Warden function to protect the whales has been effectively shut down.

"I guess the government does not think whales are important" she said.

There are no Coast Guard Boats there any more either. I had heard on both excursions that by the time the official coast guard would arrive to the scene of trouble, your boat would be lost and you would be drowned. So the commercial boat captains look look out for each other, asVolunteerCoast Guards.

The system is teetering on collapse. Does the government think the Coast Guard is not important? I doubt it. I think with the money system and fiat banking systems being held together with chewing gum, toothpicks, and lint from the dryer in light of imminent collapse, the orcas and humpbacks of BC are the first sign of it to show. This is global, the oncoming collapse. If you stay informed with KP, www.kauilapele.wordpress.com,you will be in the know about what is really going on and the news is not saying.

Would you like to know more about the Cetus Society? And possibly help? Here is a link:http://cetussociety.org/ As the economy 'transitions' to the new system, you can be sure that you are going to have the chance to help, and the opportunity to donate financially, to those in need until the new system is up and running. It might take days to weeks. It is going to be bumpy. But if you can, do help, whatever organization that resonates with you. This one resonates strongly with me.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. you might want to check out the blogs on the Cetus website. Especially Rachel's.

Mediumship with Jenny Butchart

Yesterday I went to the Butchart Garden. It is a place my dental hygienist had just been when I was a girl, and had made me promise that one day I would go; the beauty of it is unsurpassed.

Last year when I visited, I enjoyed myself very much. At the end, when I sat in the bench by the fountain and pond near the parking lot, the spirit of Jenny Butchart came to me. She had some guidance for me, and was pleasant. Most of the advice was on motherhood.

Yesterday, she welcomed me and my family. She got us a table for tea, even though we did not have reservations. To my delight, my newly-Reiki Master son was picking up on her spirit too. Our information from her matched. She wanted us to go to the Bog. But there was no place to sit.  At the dazzling Ross fountain, she was right by the right hand side as you face the fountain.  My son did not hear the conversation we had through my mediumship. She gave me advice, it was personal and about how to have success in relationship. She also did not think much of my latest interest (although she guided me to send him a picture text of the sunken garden). She told me it was time to go, gave me the warmest hug, and vanished, promising to come back with a message for you.

She returned and sat in the chair opposite my bed. And in her own words, here is what she has to say:

I like my town. I made it something nice, didn't we, my husband and me?

It wasn't pleasant at the start. It was an old mining town with lots of scoundrels. I hated it at first but grew to love it. It was nature and the people who were on the island in the first place that made me want to remain.

Our challenge was to remain honest and fair in our work when there was not much competition. The ability to gouge an unfair price was always tempting.

Mr. Butchart and I used to talk about this over supper: how to make a living, what was right, and what was simply too extravagant. We spent a lot of time on this, we want people to know.

We are fair, we are courteous, we are prompt and we are environmentally proactive, to use a term you would say in your times.

That gaping hole used to bother me. I knew about the Indian Burial Grounds enough to know I should not mess with them. And I suspected our eyesore wasn't winning us any points with the local people. It was a risk for anyone who might fall in it to their death. (the edges were that high and sharp). Fencing it would have been a waste of money.

But a garden! Wasn't I clever to have come up with the idea in the first place? I have brought joy to many people with my colorful appeance with the seasons. There always is a time of change, and I always sought to show the best of it. To welcome the new that a season would bring. I also set to balance it. Through my artistry, contrast and the visual is what plays upon the heart and gently opens it. And my grandson Ian Ross' fountain! What pure genius! It is magnificent at the fountains, yes?

That is where I saw you and your son. I wanted to make a difference. That is why I chose to manifest in you: to let others know I am supervising in perpetuity what my own hand had begun. I give ideas and thoughts to my workers, only to make it the nicest that our fine garden has ever been.

It is my Heaven.mI transformed it slowly and painstakingly from the eyesore and risk it has once been. The fencest to protect the paths, and all the flowers, for less than the original fencingnI had priced (if you would count the possible injury and legal fees for any breach in the fencing purpose might have been.)

And I enjoy it. As I enjoy your hand that writes my words. I have had my say, honey. I am warm in flesh and in spirit and my heart will touch anyone that ever sets foot upon my land or kindly views a picture of it. God Bless you and thank you,

Jenny Butchart

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. my aura and my energetic system are refreshed from my time I spent in the Butchart Gardens. You may want to try it one day as well.

She is Catholics

This image represents the chalice and the blade, an emblem of the Goddess

Last night I heard a story of a man, who was thrown out of his bed and dashed with ice water in the middle of the night. He did his research and discovered it had happened at the same moment the Titanic started to sink. He told that story with delight for years.

The ghost tour guide knew the man who heard this tale from the one that experienced it.
The tour guide, on a different investigation, discovered that there was a man from Victoria who had died on the Titanic. He had always stayed at the same room of the hotel as the man who was drenched.

Who was this man? "I knew the man that knew the first one with the story," said the John Adams, the ghost tour guide, "he was masons. And so was the one who told the story in the first place. He was masons as well."

I asked if John was a member of Paranormal Victoria, the group Reiki Master Alicia Nickle, our other tour guide was associated with. He was not. Was he part of the other group in town? No, he said. He didn't want to take sides, as both groups got along fine. He didn't want his thirteen year business of ghost walk tours to favor one with his membership.  I had to think about that. He must be getting his paranormal experience from somewhere...he must be Masonic himself.

I am not mason. But there is a hierarchy to the organization. I will explain the only sister organization I know and am associated with, the Catholic Church.

First there are the parishioners. We are baptized and go through first communion to participate in mass. It takes confirmation to become a full member.

The lay person is given rites: baptism, communion, reconciliation, confirmation, marriage, and last rites. There is also a rite for the religious, for the priests and nuns who devote themselves to religious life.

That is where the church organization starts to get murky. Ninety nine percent of the laity and the religious are on the level. They love God, they believe in the church, and they obey and do what they are asked to do.

Somewhere deep in the church, Satan is present. I do not know where or how, but clearly molestation of youth is but one sign of the darkness of the church. At levels up, the power is more frightening. In the old country of Sicily, my grandfather knew and warned my mother as a little girl of this risk.

Online, if you look hard enough, you will find evidence to back up these fact. Cobra's little red pill is an excellent start.

This post is a apology to the masons who are like the ninety-nine percent of the Roman Catholic Church. And not to the members of high rank, I am not sure where exactly, but I understand thirty-three is not good. I let you go to your fates and to justice.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

YYJ Bastion Street Embezzler

She was at the base of a Thomas Hooper building*. She had been caught embezzling at the Imperial Banking Building across the street. The police were in hot pursuit.

She fled the scene and ran across the street to the Hooper building. By the time the police caught up, they found her slumped over at the bottom of the stairs, gun in hand, dead by a single bullet wound.

The Ghostly Tour Guide had taken us there on purpose. She is a easy to feel ghost. He wondered aloud why she was so much less present tonight.

I rubbed my hands as he said. But instead of using the chakras in my hands to feel my own aura, as we had all done at the beginning of the walk, I turned them out like a mime, feeling for her energy.

She was in deep soul trouble and I knew it. I knew what to do.

I found her in a full fetal position hiding from the light at the bottom of the stairwell, just inside the door that was closed. 
"why are you here?" I asked, in Spirit.
"I took a lot of money when I was alive", she said with deep regret and shame.
I smiled, and with all the warmth of my heart said in Spirit,"Didn't you know that all is forgiven from what happens when we live?"
She was startled by the thought, reflected on it, and looked straight at me.
"You don't have to be here like this any more. It is finished. Take my hand."
I caught her hand, physically, and held it. She felt sparkly, warm, with a very small hand. I gave her hand to the nearby waiting angel. 
Zip! Spiritual silence. She was gone.

On our next stop, the Guide took us down an alley in Bastion Square. There was a powerful negative vortex there. It would push you. "Did any on you feel anything as we walked by?"
It was a big fat nada, which means nothing in Spanish.
"I wonder why it was so weak this time?" he blurted out.

I smiled sweetly and didn't say a thing. I had sent my angels ahead to make the passage safe for me and my family.

What to you require to do work like this?

You need Margaret. She does this. I asked her to let me do what she does. I strongly desired it. Margaret clears the spaces of prisons, and other Haunted places. She only gave me the tools she is willing to teach. I sort of invented it along the way.

Read Gunter, her channelled guide. She has one book on Kindle, but the older one in print is the one for you. (www.margaretmccormick.com)

Go to psychic development class, at least four times, preferably one to two years

Learn Reiki.

Learn DPH from Margaret.

By then you will be vibrating at a frequency where there is no risk of physical, emotional or psychic harm to you. You will have a golden mesh of protection in our aura. (this mesh is the $150) thing I mentioned. Anyone healing others should make this investment.)

Do not engage a ghost unless your vibration is one with strength in Light. Ghosts vibrate very low. But once you are a Lightworker, you can help them cross over safely.

Ghost walks, in,y opinion, are a good thing for the metaphysical community. With the draw of entertainment and history, it gets a taboo subject out in the open. People can talk about it. People can learn ghosts are energy that has been left behind. And one day we shall be energy like that too.

It is a message of hope, for the most part. But for the tortured souls like the embezzler, who has suffered greatly over one hundred years, it was time to step in, and do what I do to help this poor soul.

I helped Gaia by getting rid of a flea that had been bothering her: a negative imprint.

There are plenty of nasty ghosts unwilling to make the jump. The creepy will remain in the ghost tour.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

*--Thomas Hooper, an architect in Victoria. Every one of his buildings is haunted. Including the Roberts Chocolates Candy Store.

Go to psychic development classes, at least four, but preferably about one to two years.

Learn Reiki.

Get Margaret's healing, clearing and protection.

The Healing Rock

Last year, on a whim, I decided to take the family someplace I had never been before but always wanted to go. Although initially I thought about Vancouver, in my trip planning, Victoria BC resonated more with my heart. And as I looked through hotels, one stood out above the rest so I took it.

The flight up to the Pacific Northwest was delightful! We got into our room, and then made our way out to the water. Wild blackberries gave me joy, as there had always been blackberries in the yard growing up. At the water, something compelled me to take off my shoes, sit on a rock, and put my feet in.

Frankly I was so exhausted I was burning out. Something happened when I put my feet in the icy water. I felt compassion. I felt healing. I felt hope. One of the kids even massaged my feet, for five dollars Canadian money.

That night in the hotel, I felt a pair of eyes watching me. A presence of a First Nations spirit. I didn't say anything.

The kids started seeing it too. We called him Chief. Over the course of the holiday, our past lives came out. For me, it was not good: I was the daughter of the Chief, who was bright and eager to learn but was denied education because she was not a male. Furthermore, she almost died in childbirth, with her father saving her life emergently but no children or even hopes of them ever again. Not woman, not man...just tortured. We did a ceremony on the rock, the family. And I let it go.

We are here now. chief is back. And I am healing on a very deep level.

Feet in the water, on this rock that we have since learned was known for its healing properties. This time I saw clearly how spent I had been one year ago! And how now is better.

I have to share part of the deepest healing. It is personal, and almost embarrassing. For the last three weeks, I could not get enough of the song One Thousand Years. I keep playing it, driven by something of Spirit.

There was a wedding today at the hotel. We watched and I gave Reiki. I saw how they were young, And I was not in my twenties. I gave them the Transition Symbol, strengthening the heart and mind to give them a chance at the happiness I have not experienced in partnership and in Love. I wanted to give them the best wedding gift of all, of Harmony and Light. To total strangers, for free, without recognition, for I am part French, part Italian, and though I try to hide it,am a true romantic at heart.

She walked down the aisle, in all her female beauty, to the song One Thousand Years. "Mom! It's your song!" the kids said. I started bawling. I picked up on this moment unconsciously weeks in advance, and was drawn to the song to emphasize the importance of this moment.

I realized that in my trip last year, I had learned only half the lesson. It was not finished.

Chief came right at that moment, and said, 'You are a princess and have royal blood in your veins. This is not changed by your ability to have children. Or get married. The royalty of your bloodline in our tribal nation, as long as you live, rightly belongs to you. Never forget this.'

She was the one who,out of pain and suffering, set me up for this life as a doctor and healer that is self-sufficient. It was the residual pain from that lifetime that made me beat the Indian doll that I was given as a child, and yell at it and hate it for weeks, only to relent, open my heart and love her as my favorite one I still remember to this day. It was she who had the name White Bird Dove, the Shaman told me twenty years ago.She was the one who guided me to this place, after our Kona Village got uninhabitable after the Tsunami of March 2011. And it was she who patiently waited an extra year for me to grow enough, to heal the wound completely in my soul from that life.

I look forward to the rest of this teaching trip.

Remember, I have told my story for you to understand the workings of the spirit that take many lifetimes. As you near ascension, similar clearing of the past lives may pop up into your here and now. Work with them. They are very important. Let the healing take place, no matter how long it might require. It is the nature of Heaven.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc