Times Of Change--Remembering Vietnamese Boat People

Everywhere I have worked as a physician, I have had the honor of taking care of the local Vietnamese population. I also have enjoyed working with Vietnamese physicians and surgeons. We have become friends. And in a way, I have become 'Vietnamese on the inside.'

One of our GI nurses is in her late fifties, and is Vietnamese. After the case today, and in the recovery room, when the patient was all 'tucked in', I wished her 'Happy New Year'.

Even more, I came up to her, right in front of her, put my hands in the prayer position and said, 'I wish you a wonderful year filled with much love, joy, and happiness!' And gave her a hug.

She almost cried.

The supervisor nurse in the room, who is Latina, also followed my example, and wished her many good things.

Here is our Vietnamese nurse's story:

The wishing of blessings upon the elders on New Year is very Vietnamese. The extended family sits in chairs in a row. The oldest brother is the important one in their culture, and represents the parents if they are not able to be present.  She sat with her brother and sister and their spouses, and everyone had their present, their gift...

Her brother is the one who started all of the action for their leaving Vietnam at the time of the war.

Her family--her husband and small children--had no money. She didn't pay even 'one dime' to come to the states. Her brother and her mother made it possible for everyone to come.

Vietnam is an ocean country. Here are fishermen.

Here are the fishermen's wives waiting for the men to return from the sea.

Here is a market that is completely afloat, entirely on boats.

So the idea of paying a captain to take them in a boat across the Pacific Ocean to escape the war made a lot of sense to the people. However, it was very expensive. Many gave their entire life savings to buy a ticket to be on the boat.

Now we begin the story of the nurse and her daughter, who was eleven months old at the time. The food and water ran out. And so did her breast milk. She was unable to nurse the child. 

By planning ahead, she had brought concentrated milk to mix for the child. But there being no clean water available, she had mixed it with the river water, and the child developed diarrhea. She was very sick and the baby almost died. Her mother was 'only half there' as she remembers, for she was sick too.

Their small boat was captured by a Thai pirate vessel.

The pirates took the sick daughter. They went to another ship, near, but not touching, and tossed her overboard to the other boat!

If the throw had been wrong, the child would have fallen into the ocean and perished.

Somehow, despite the language barrier, the pirates knew that there was medicine and people to care for the child on the other boat they had captured and thrown the child to.

They treated the girl.

And in two days, they brought the boats together and threw her back to her mother's waiting arms.

'You see, in the ocean, there are waves,' the nurse explained, 'and if the boats get too close and the wave comes, both boats crash into each other and both are lost and sink.'

That is why the child had to be thrown to the other boat. And even doing so the pirates had taken great risk to themselves and everyone aboard both vessels.

'You know, even though they were Pirates, they were not all bad. They saved my daughter's life.'

Here is the story of the eleven-month old daughter, after she grew up, here in the states:

In childbirth, she could not push the child. The pregnant mother-to-be had congenital dysplasia of the hip. She could not open properly for the child to come out.

She needed to have emergency cesarean section.

Back in Vietnam, the nurse, who is the mother of the new mom, had given birth to her children at home because she did not have money.

If a complication like this had happened to her daughter back in Vietnam, where she would have given birth like her mother, she would have died. She and the baby would have died, together in childbirth.

So, again, with a shaky voice and tears in her eyes, the nurse said, 'without our blessing to be here, I would not have my daughter or my grandson today.'

So next time you see a little mom and pop store or restaurant in the Little Saigon neighborhood near you (this gentleman is from Washington, D.C.), if it's not too busy, ask them their story.

I guarantee it will inspire you.



Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Smog And 'Haze'

Did you know there exists a rivalry between Northern and Southern California? 

When I went away to university, I had no clue.

'Where are you from?' people would ask excitedly on meeting me for the first time in the dorms.

'L.A. how about you?' I'd smile and answer.

Their face would fall, their energy would get cold, and they'd say something like, 'Oh, I'm from Millbrae.' Then they would turn their back and go to the next person.

It's all about water, they say in the news--there isn't enough, Southern California takes some from Northern California, and in Northern California they experience drought.

Well, that was my guess.  I never really understood it. Except perhaps that Southern California didn't really know that Northern California exists...

But it was more. If you wore Dodgers clothing, that was not cool. People gave you a hard time about it. I quickly learned to dress without identification, to ignore the question by answering it with a joke, and to wear no makeup to fit in.

After we all got to know each other on an individual level, it didn't matter. But at the start, freshman year, it totally did.

One of the examples was when I was making a comment about the sky--I saw a brown inversion layer to the horizon that looked familiar. I pointed it out and said, 'Hey, look! There's SMOG!'

Nothing rankles a Northern California person more than calling smog 'smog'. The voice drops, they shake their head from side to side and say, 'No, that's HAZE.'

'What's 'haze'?' I asked, astonished. It sure looked like smog to me.

'That. That is HAZE. We don't have smog up here. It exists only down there in the south. It's different what we have. That's why it's called 'haze'.'

It didn't make any sense at all. But I tried this one out on at least five different people--my apartment manager ('It sure is smoggy today!--No! That's not smog, it's HAZE!'), friends from the city, acquaintances. 

Every time, the same reaction.

In Milpitas, it is called 'Little L.A.', seriously! And that is where I would see the smog, I mean, 'haze'.  But no matter what, even when I asked, very calmly, my boyfriend through college, a Northern California native, about it, he wouldn't back down from the word, 'HAZE'....so I let it go.

How does this apply to you? Well, there is a word, that describes a human trait to like things that come from the region where they are from: propinquity. It is a form of bonding. Imagine you are spending a summer learning abroad, and someone you meet is from a neighboring town back home. In Europe, the bond you share is going to be a lot closer than it would be back home. What you have in common is going to make you feel safe and let your guard down because it will be so nice to have someone like you as a friend in Europe. It happens all the time.

The 'HAZE' concept also applies to people who you 'just can't get through to'. For some reason, they have been raised not to like where you are from, to the point of mis-labeling brown pollution in the sky through denial that cannot budge.

In your service to the Light, you are going to encounter both ends of the 'propinquity spectrum'.

Outside of a football stadium, or a basketball arena, is there any purpose to 'rival' anyone else? Even within the sporting events, are the opponents that much different than you?

Divide and separate the masses.

There is only one group who benefits from that. 

Love unites ALL.

Next time you encounter someone who believes in the 'party ticket', save your breath. Go deep into your aura, and know, the strongest vibration wins.  Whoever is more solid in their vibration is going to have energy impact on the other--it takes a strong Positive Energy to address this one 'head on'. The more love is practiced as a way of life (Imagine Mother Teresa with a crowd), the more people are willing to drop their guard, and open to Light. Does anyone care that Mother Teresa is from Yugoslavia or Bulgaria originally? She took on the customs of her people in Calcutta, that is what she did. And the Love that allowed her to heal others was contagious, infectious, heart-warming, soothing, supporting, and comforting, was  it not?

You don't have to be Mother Teresa to work for the Light.

If you have 'geographic beliefs' you might want to reflect on them.

Do they get in your way of reaching out to others?

Chances are it's the 'geographic beliefs' of OTHERS that is impacting you. This is your invitation to 'be the bigger person', and as a spiritually aware individual to put into effect, 'Love Is The Solution For Everything.' Love yourself by saving your breath from trying to change them. And Love them with your aura, with your gentleness, and with your smile.

A one-sided rivalry quickly loses its fun. The strongest vibration will influence the other.

We are Ohana on this planet. Whether we like it or not, there is no place else to hide from humanity. It is everywhere! Rise up to the situation, whenever you see a 'my neighborhood is better than yours' situation.

Is war worth it? All the disruption, all the trouble, all the loss of lives?

We all know who gains from war, financially. 

And it's not us.

Smog and Haze don't have to be war, if you don't let it. Little 'wars', once resolved on a personal level, create the energy of Peace. And once people acquire a taste for peace, it spreads.

The choice is yours. It starts with you consistently taking what you choose 'to the next level' in all of your interactions with everyone you meet. 

Choose Light. Although you have the freedom to choose whatever you wish, I encourage you to see the spark of Light from Creator/Source/Divine/God/Goddess, that is within you, and let it burn away the smog and the haze so the sky is blue and gorgeous in all of 'California' in your heart and the hearts that are around you in your world. Life is too short to get caught up in the 'differences'. Why not embrace them, and focus on 'what is connection' between all of us instead?

Aloha and Mahalo,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

A Bribe For Peace LOL

This is the shower after my eight-year old boy cleaned up. He is a Reiki Master for one year now already. The symbol that he drew was the one I had 'sent' in healing 'for the day' for the first time that morning. It is a new symbol, one that 'came through' and represents 'Here and Now'. He had never seen it.

Getting an active boy to open a Peace Portal Activation as a parent takes a bribe. In this case, it is a set of Beat headphones, the new ones.  I knew he wanted it. He knew I wanted him to meditate. We fly often, and they really are necessary to fall asleep on a flight. The last one was really loud...

Why I chose to write is that the thoughts that he 'sent through' were beautifully simple and heartfelt. We sat side by side, and as we sent the Peace to Syria, Egypt, North Korea and elsewhere, he added these 'Wars' to be 'healed':

• Poaching endangered animals
• Whales and dolphins and sharks that are being massacred
• Bullies at school
• Families that 'fight'
• Pollution (war against Gaia)
• Disease (war against people), especially cancer like his Grandma has fought this year
• Agribusiness that hurts animals in any way
• 'Trees that get cut to make paper and clear land'
• Illuminati (war on the ninety-nine percent)
• All of our soldiers fighting everywhere on Earth--for those WARS to be won and be won at once!

It takes the eyes of a child to explain what war really is about. He's only eight, and yet I learn so much.

Now it's time to go to Target. He earned those headphones. And I bet he's going to pick the set that is blue. It's his favorite color.

Aloha and Mahalo,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

The Arc de Triomph 8.22.2013

Lightwork in Paris has not been easy for me. The lesson again and again has been 'let go, let Spirit assist, and RELAX'.

The negative imprints in this town are so strong, as the layers and layers of Dark Energy, that I 'see' things I usually 'filter out'. All kinds of horrible images 'pop in' right before I fall asleep, or when I first get someplace like the Musee D'Orsay, or even when I walk through the Metro.

There is a great deal of swirling energy here, with all of the inhabitants and visitors from across the planet. I see people from all walks of life, beggars, mothers, women in burquas, service people at the hotel, workers, clerks in stores, couples (the woman usually has the 'I am finally HERE!' look on her face), models, students, immigrants, and everything you can think up.

The woman across from me on the train heading to Paris from Tours had beautiful makeup and hair, an outfit you only could pull off when you are in Paris, and despite her kind ways and smile there was no Light from her Soul that shone in her eyes. She had lived all her Life in Paris, born to parents who had done the same. She lived in an apartment with a garden, and she smiled as we spoke of that. She told me where I was staying was a 'very nice district' and only 'old Paris almost royalty lived there. She lived 'someplace nice but someplace else where anyone could live.' I let it go.

The trick to Lightwork here is to catch the Negativity 'off guard'. The airport was a piece of cake, for who would be expecting it?

So for today, when we started to head out for the Tour Eiffel (a major 'Mithraic Monument'-- check David Wilcock's blog for a list of those.), my son wanted to 'go to the Arc de Triomphe'.  I said, 'let's go!'.

We ate lunch at Monoprix on Victor Hugo.

It wasn't until we were within sight of the monument itself until I 'got the call'.

Go to the middle on the bottom, and stand there, and do Lightwork.

I did. There was a big metal eagle medallion in the center of a series of pointed stars.  It was packed with tourists. I had to wait to step on. The wind was blowing like crazy, tour buses and traffic circled around counter-clockwise (wow--all traffic circles go anti-clock)...

I wasn't sure what to do. I prayed for all my work to serve the Light, and for any mistakes I make to be corrected. Don't worry, you will know what to do.

Open the Goddess Energy in you. 

I had been initiated in the Goddess energy by Lady Isis last November. I moved my arms and felt the Goddess energy flow. I reached deep through the layers of energy that was not so great underneath me to hang on to Gaia's core.

Let the white Light from Heaven come through your heart.

BOOM! A huge bolt of white Light came through my chest, through my feet, to the earth. It was so powerful I was surprised. Then I said, 'open me more let as much Light as you can IN'. The Light turned to Gold, and as it reached through, the warm, familiar Light Blue energy of Gaia came up. Once the two combined, it made a Goddess Spiral vortex. I was guided to claim this location for the Goddess, and to give Divine Peace Healing at this site. I did. There was a lot of resistance as I did the symbols, but once I got to the Peace one, a brilliant new Light shone as I could see with my third eye! Some of the energy 'relaxed' and I knew everyone who came here would be touched by the new energy instead of the energy of separation and war.

I double checked with Archangel Michael who had been there the whole time. 'Did I do everything right?'

I felt JOY. Waves and waves of pure LOVE energy, Bliss, and JOY! All of a sudden, the vortex combined to the colors of 5D.

I felt a circle of soldiers surround me and drop to their knees in gratitude like angels do when they are 'moved' by human Lightwork. There were rows and rows as far as the eye could see, all were soldiers whose lives were lost due to war who wanted PEACE.

Look closely at the middle one. I think there is a camera there. This is the very top of the arch, on the inside.

I knelt at the tomb of the soldier. I prayed for peace. With tears in my eyes, I prayed for those lost...for the mothers who lost their children...for the soldiers who were scarred both physically and psychologically...as a child who lost her uncle for two years away to war, her favorite uncle, and how he returned he was not the same I KNEW the pain and suffering. I prayed for ALL WARS to end, forever, and for the Goddess to have PEACE.

I also prayed to help pave the way for Cobra, and to make the energy work here be helpful for his group. I can't take the town! I can only take a very small piece of it!  He and his Lightworker team will be in a better position to do MORE when they arrive. They are due in September to open the St. Germain Portal. If you can at all make it, it will be definitely worth the trip. Look at the 2012Portalblogspot.com website if you are interested.

Goddess Energy came through in the form of Mother Mary. She asked me to stop crying, and promised wars would never happen again. I wanted to be sure, and she said, YES, no more suffering.

After I saw this:

holocausts or 'burnt offerings' are very Mithraic and often trap souls; this memorial is to 'the man who thought of the eternal flame for the unknown soldier'

does it look different to you? how does it feel? my camera made it a whole new 'event' AFTER!

I also saw a pair of pigeons, whose necks were in a heart before a tourist walked by

a marlin is not quite a dolphin! But close...the image of the marlin is behind the lamp post

Then the New Gaia Portal came on at around the same time: http://gaiaportal.wordpress.com/2013/08/22/1469/

Things are going to get better soon for all of us.

Aloha and Mahalo,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. Lightworkers have a sense of humor. Check this out--sushi AND bagels! All at one place. LOL.
Advertised as tall as me on the Metro...

Reflections On The Boat People

'It took gold.' my colleague answered when I asked what it took to get on the boat. 'It took everything I had.'

When Saigon fell, many of the people with higher education fled the country. Little did I know all those years ago, that all those people who were floating off the coast of Southern California waiting for political asylum and refuge would end up being my coworkers and friends.

Over lunch, one shared with me her story. How hard she had to work to get on the boat, to make a life for herself here, to become a doctor. About the struggle.

And how her husband was 'lucky'. The opening on the boat 'just happened, and he was there'. How he found work easily.

What caused the resentment was how in this new country the couple's marriage remained like it would have been in the old country--he relaxed and she did all the work. She earned the money, cleaned the house, and was going back to school.

It made her terribly depressed.

Suicidal ideation happened frequently for her.

She was like, 'what good is there for me to be worked so much like this everywhere I turn?'

I cannot imagine the struggle of a medical student with a husband and two kids. I barely made it 'alive' going through it  single myself. It takes a lot out of you. There is time for only one thing you love. For me it was dancing. For a different person, one of my teachers, it was going to the gym.

Even now, she is not happy. They have been divorced for years. She doesn't understand his happiness and ease.

(I think some of this has to do with his ability to 'manifest' a little better than she could--like the boat space 'just opening up'. It also has to do with the family belief that 'to survive is hard work' she might have inherited from her family of origin.)

I have other friends who were music majors who fled, and now are in other fields of medicine and healing.

I have a neighbor across the street who fled the ayatollah when Iran fell. He is sweet, in his fifties, and never married. He came here in his twenties, and instead of 'partying partying' and looking for a wife, he was building a new life. He is an electrician, and takes care of his mother. The love of his life are his birds. He puts them out on the ledge some mornings, and I hear them.

My Uncle was sent to Vietnam when I was little. I used to play with him every day after school, he was seventeen years older than me, but since I was born he was one of my favorite people ever.

I used to ache for him. I remember nana  crying, worrying he would never come back. One day in the middle of his tour, he came back in a fancy uniform. We took lots of pictures. He seemed quiet. The had to rip me out of his arms, crying and screaming, when it was time for him to go back from his leave.

When he came back for reals, after the war, we knew he was 'different' and we didn't talk about it. He would lie on the couch for hours and watch 'Worlds At War' with live footage from WW2. He bought guns. And his dream of owning some property in the desert, where it was dry (Vietnam was very wet) came true. At one point he had eighty acres in the middle of nowhere. Now it is a national park.

I am a Light worker. There is an invisible war that we can't see, that is going on between the Light forces and the Dark ones. In some ways it is very much like the movies George Lucas made. I am on the Resistance.

For me, I was born with a Purpose. And I automatically know what to do, when it is time. I have been doing this for about three years now. Before that, I had the vague sense I was 'different' and had an overwhelming desire to 'go home'.

That desire went away two days ago.

I think we won.

But even if we did, like my courageous friends from areas of conflict like Vietnam and Iran, there is going to be some rebuilding of the soul for some time, as well as a lot of help with Mother Earth, Gaia, bringing her back to her health and pristine state.

Last night my boy asked where fresh drinking water comes from. I explained the mountains, the rivers and streams. And how when I was his age, you could go up to a stream and drink from it without fear of catching giardia.

He said if there was a beaver pond he wouldn't drink from it. Because everybody knows how much beavers go pee.

I laughed.

May he never know the hardship of war. He is a crystal child. All of them are coming to earth. I see them getting born every time I take a labor and delivery anesthesia shift. They are such old souls! Very aware, with big open eyes that look through you to your very essence of who you are!

I call them 'the reinforcements'.

These are exciting times. They are history. Only we don't know about it yet. You are Light workers. You have Purpose. I think those of you that are reading this are in my wave or the next one.

Open to Spirit. Soon you will know your task. And I will rest. It's been a long one. Only one more short kick and I think my work is done. Keep your eyes open and your hearts always discerning the information that comes to you. Stay with like-minded people who offer you love and support. Be flexible. And look to this site for information when things start to change rapidly in the coming times:
www..prepareforchange.net

We also need volunteer healers to begin weekly meetings, live, face to face, to prepare for The Event, and also to meet after it to assist others. Those of you who have submitted information will be contacted by us about where to go and what to do. You will have opportunity to lead others in your area, on a grass roots level,  by mutual support with other healers in your area.

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Namaste,

Reiki Doc