Doctors And Food

I just got the bill from the dietician for nutritional counseling for my son. It is three hundred and forty dollars. She made him cry, and we had to leave before she actually DID anything.

It is not covered by insurance.

Insurance pays for every complication of obesity, except one: for the psychological counseling for the effects of bullying on my son about his weight.

The counselor is 'Out-Of-Network'. She is ordinarily one hundred fifty dollars an hour, but gives a discount for the school referral, so her fee is one hundred thirty dollars. That's two hours a week, one for me, and one for him, so she can get the information she needs to manage his care properly.

He is responding beautifully to her intervention for his mental health.

(the payments do not even apply to my deductible...)

There is an OB Gyn who has lost over one hundred pounds in three months. It is medically supervised, and in his words, 'was designed by someone really smart like an anesthesiologist -- <3 --who does critical care...I eat every three hours, and keep the insulin from triggering from the carbs.'

There are meal replacement shakes, and once a day, he gets 'real food'. For example, fatty fish, like salmon, is a smaller portion, but a leaner fish he gets a larger serving in ounces.

He and a RNFA (RN First Assist) were talking restaurants during a case. I had never heard of any of these places. Together they went on and on about amazing places, many of whom I can't recall the names. And Kaena wines are supposed to be amazing...

Here is one place:  http://www.innoftheseventhray.com

(just in case that 'Seventh Ray' sounds a little, well, um, metaphysical, it IS! It's the ray of St. Germain. More here: http://www.ascension-research.org/germain.html)

I couldn't help remembering when in my Family Practice rotation I had to attend an open AA meeting--listening to the conversation about restaurants really reminded me of this---except 'fine dining' was in the 'alcohol' role...

And yet the transformation of him is undeniable--as he sheds the weight, his energy body is throwing off SO much more Light. It is contagious, and totally amazing to witness the transformation with my Reiki Eyes.

I've sent a lot of Reiki to him while he operates. I send it to everyone in the room, including my patient...

<3

So at the Doctor's Dining Room, I sat eating my lunch.

I had meat.

My friend, the gastroenterologist who has been vegetarian for eight years, saw what was on my plate.

It felt awful.

I explained to him how I am eating meat now, because of my boy. We are on the insulin resistance diet--he needs it, and I am doing it with him for moral support. But I haven't lost any weight on it, and I hate meat. I never enjoy it.

He was kind.

He also shared that he doesn't trust his appetite.

So he takes the food he wants, and only eats half. The rest he throws away. That is how he says trim.

This set up a lively conversation as the cardiologist who is head of the Medical Staff, a man I really admire and enjoy, overheard us.

'Humans are the only mammal that drinks the milk of another species.' the cardiologist said with a smile, his education and intellect sparkling, as he jumped into the foray.

And the gastroenterologist, said that we drink milk as a society much longer than the animals would, who wean at the loss of their milk teeth.

He drinks almond milk, the gastroenterologist. 

(At the store today, I compared--there is like, NO protein in the soy, almond and coconut milks! )

Then the cardiologist, cutting his single piece of chicken breast on his otherwise empty plate, looked up and added, 'Who knows how our bodies were designed? To eat meat? To not?'

And the gastroenterologist, said, 'We have the enzymes for the digestion of meat. I love meat. I love the taste of it. I enjoy it. But I do not eat because I do not think we have the right to kill animals for pleasure. For survival perhaps, but that is not necessary at this time. There are plant based alternatives. Man is the only creature who kills for pleasure, for sport.'

He likes to think there is one less cow and twenty less chickens killed a year because of his vegan eating habits. He morally does not see a problems with eggs and dairy, but chooses not to eat them because of the poor living conditions for the animals, who are treated as commodities and not spiritual beings which they are.

I don't know.

Survival.

I am eating meat for the survival of my son, who interprets my eating different from him as a form of rejection.

In fact, he is now more open to trying new foods, and eating vegetables, now that I eat meat and take the pressure of 'converting him' off.

The gastroenterologist gave me his extra half of his sandwich. I ate it for dinner. I was still working late.

His kindness meant the most to me of all.

I think I will eat meat only in the presence of my son, and go back to my preference when I am alone.

I never liked meat.

My parents had to force me to eat it.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Reiki Doc

Keiki

Keiki is the Hawaiian word for 'children'.

Today we are going to talk about Gaia, our children, duality and the higher dimensions--as they are affecting our children, and ultimately, how the vibrations are affecting me and you. <3


The Lessons Of Duality

Duality is a description for the three-dimensional way of being--it's 'looking out for number one', 'me versus you', and 'us versus them'. There is a belief that resources are limited. And that 'survival of the fittest' is the 'status quo'.

Our children are 'a little bit closer to heaven' than us, if you don't mind me using the 'H' word in a totally non-religious reference. Our newborns have that glow, that gaze as if they are looking at angels...as if they remember the love and happiness and Oneness with All There Is before they came to Gaia and were born.

Children are our 'offshoots'. Our keiki are essentially the same thing as us, only a 'little bit younger', do you agree?

Here is a story. It is about a boy named Brody. As my son was about to enter the first grade, he went to a summer program at his new school. All of the grades were 'mixed' together in this 'summer adventure' so it was his first experience with 'the older kids'.

One day he came home to me, and was quite serious. He needed to buy some Fruit of The Loom underwear. It was important.

I asked, 'why?'

Because Brody has the poison, and if you touch him, you will die, unless you have on Fruit Of The Loom Underwear--that is what the big kids told me.

I humored him. I bought them (we are a Hanes family, LOL, but we went to Target that night).

I thought the older boys were teasing him my innocent little one.

I thought it was all in good fun.

Over the summer I realized that Brody got teased, a LOT. And with pride and gratitude, as I worked with my son to open his heart and to be kind to Brody, one day my six-year-old said, 'Mom? I don't care what the others think. Brody is really nice and I enjoy playing with him.'

I hugged him and told him how grateful Brody's mother would always be to him for showing lovingkindness to her son.

Brody went away. I have since learned that he lost weight, and enrolled in a new school, and is doing well.

I also learned that Brody had a stay-at-home father who suddenly left and never came back around the time we first met him back in the summer before first grade. Brody had a very hard time adjusting to this loss. He is being raised by his mother and grandmother to this day.

This is the kind of bullying I thought about when I grew up. People who were mean and would make you give them your lunch money.

I experienced this kind of being shunned myself, when I was a girl, too. I was 'too smart' and teased a lot for my intelligence...

But childhood has changed. Duality has sharpened itself to a lot worse than 'me versus you', or 'us versus them'. It totally affects every aspect of the child's life...like this:

As my cousin said, yesterday, in discussing the bullying my boy, now, was experiencing, my cousin said that with kids these days, there is pressure to 'be the same' and for anyone who is 'different', for any reason--gay, tall, short, fat, thin, looks different, or is having trouble at home and emotionally 'vulnerable'--those who are lacking in confidence are singled out and bullied by the other children.

I had no idea until this conversation that this cousin, who is married and has a child, was ever bullied!

He said it was torment, and now he can see it for the lessons, but at the time, with the pain, he couldn't see any way out.  And no, he did not switch schools. He is the one who had the finest of Christian schools in his upbringing...

I also learned how my son's teacher was especially harsh on a girl classmate, for 'falling behind in her math assignments', and the parents complained to the school. Nothing was done to fix it. But because her brother had ADD, and couldn't just 'go' to another school, the girl had to endure it, until the year end, when she moved up to a different grade.

My son also said his teacher, who had labeled him 'defiant' and made him write essays about it--had treated him that way over his work too. I had no clue--he never talked about his classmate, his teacher, and this subject before until yesterday when I brought it up with him!

See the funny drawing in red, above?

This is the base or 'root' chakra.

This connects us to Gaia. And it is our chakra for the energy of survival.

So--please repeat after me:   I have a RIGHT to BE.

And so do our children.


In Unity and Oneness, We Are Each Valuable and Precious Children Of Creator:

Welcome to 5D.

And this is where we let go of 3D and Duality, starting with our kids who need it most...

I'm Yours by Jason Mraz

http://youtu.be/EkHTsc9PU2A

1234 by the Plain White Tees

http://youtu.be/m6pW_q1PvH0

The first priority in the healing of Gaia, is the healing of the keiki--the children--our children, our future, our hope...

And to support them in safely learning to step into their own power--their missions, their purpose, their gift to humanity, their reason why they are here with us today...

Our goal is to fill their lives with so much love and acceptance and support, that it overflows from us to them and from them to each other...

Gaia wants ALL of her children to live in a state of nurturing, warmth, love and compassion...

Will you help bring this energy to everyone you meet to help Lady Gaia heal her children, just for this day?

And tomorrow...

And the next...

Until the healing is complete.

Ross:

Good morning. I have wanted for some time to have this message for you. This is the first opportunity I have had to take it.

Please listen.

I love you.

I want you to know how very much all of us up here who are with me love and care for your well-being, for your happiness, and for your many hopes and dreams.  All of your dreams are different, just like you are from one another. And yet, through this dreaming is what propels you to move forward. You have our blessing.

I want to talk with you about your Purpose, your Divine Mission, the reason why you are here. Everyone has them, and not everyone is to be President or a blogger or a celebrity or a mom or even married with children...

Our job that we signed up for together is to anchor the Light quite firmly on Gaia, with all our might, and to allow this Light to pass through our crown chakras and into our energy systems, and to create whatever it is our hearts and our Divine Mission is telling us to do.

Yesterday, my beloved Carla, encountered a very fine woman who is from Wisconsin who manned the 'snorkel shack' at the place where she worked. That woman was full of judgement, and rancor, for all that she would meet. She was unhappy in just about every possible way, as Carla could 'sense' of it.

What did Carla do in that situation?

Carla was her usual charming self.

Carla smiled.
Carla was gracious.
Carla opened her heart with love to this woman.

Did the woman 'crack'?

Yes.

She softened. Carla watched her face and body relax, as she let down her guard, and let just a sparkle of that Light from Creator through.

Carla sparked it in her--the woman from Wisconsin with a very negative outlook--and because of Carla, that lady got her very first 'taste' of 5D, the energy of the Higher Dimensions, from where I am from.

Can you do this? Can you bring the light of justice, of ho'oponopono in everything you do? And to everyone you meet?

I bet you will do this job BEAUTIFULLY!

Starting in your homes, and working out through all of your daily activities, this is my challenge to you 'just for today'--to allow your Light and your energy to release itself everywhere you go, with no expectation whatsoever on the desired outcome. Just let it out and let go.

And the rest will take care of itself.

Be sure to nurture yourself with plenty of self-love, respect, and compassion so that your 'cup' will overflow spontaneously too.

I love you very much, and it is with great JOY that I share with you this message for today.

Aloha nui loa,
From my Ohana--Carla and my son and I--to you.
Forever and ever,
Peace,

Ross

The Token Doctor

Today's lesson is a series of tales that are designed to uplift the spirit and increase the consciousness.



The Token Doctor

A nurse took me aside as I came upstairs in the early morning to Labor and Delivery for an epidural. Another mother had the baby coming quickly, and although the obstetrician was on their way, they might not make it in time. Would I be willing to deliver the infant?

I knew full well all of the nurses on the floor knew exactly what to do. But because of my training,  as the 'token doctor' I would be present 'just in case'. I put on my gloves and suddenly the OB doc rushed into the room. I gave silent thanks.

But then the charge nurse realized since the  baby was coming early, would I mind being available to assist and possibly intubate, since the neonatologist was on the way?

So I joined the NICU nurse and the RT, and watched as the baby, eyes open, took its first breaths and began to cry.

They were okay.

And I knew why the baby isolette caught my attention first thing this morning, in the hall, and why I blessed it at the time without understanding why.

For this standby, for the Reiki I gave in silence with an open heart, I was not paid...in earthly dollars.

But in Heaven dollars of love and appreciation? I earned much.

She weighed three pounds, three ounces. She is a baby Ascended Master!


The Mystery Of The Sandwich And The Apple

It was nine p.m. and I was just settling into the call room with my blanket, when the phone rang. It was the nurse, asking, 'Did I wake you up?'

No, she hadn't.

She had seen a sandwich and an apple someone had left in the hall outside the changing room. She wanted to make sure if it was mine I got it.

She cared that I might have gone without dinner.

The next story explains why that sandwich was left...

Crash

I was at the front desk listening to our gay receptionist share about his experiences at the street festival in Belgium where the men--both gay and straight--dress like women and they look GOOD! ---when a commotion began.

There was a deep late deceleration on the monitor. And the baby was not coming back up.

I went straight to the O.R. and prepared my drugs. The patient came in the room. I dosed her labor epidural with the stronger anesthetics for surgery before they moved her to the bed.

I had mixed my lidocaine 2% with bicarb to help speed the onset. It was an old trick I learned in residency.

Within one minute they were starting to prep. The baby needed to be out. NOW.

My local anesthetics take ten minutes to work.

In a flash, I reached for my open alcohol wipe, and tested right above the first swipe of prep--Is this COLD? Do you feel it?

The answer was 'no'. I breathed a sigh of relief. The patient could stay awake and did not need general anesthetic. The next minute we cut and not much longer after that the baby was born, normal and healthy...

...it was a miracle! Thank you Archangel Raphael.

The Healing Table

Yesterday I ate lunch with five Vietnamese doctors.

One grew up in London. After I shared with him about my boy's being bullied at school, he said he was the only asian at the school. He played soccer, and that helped give him friends. But it wasn't until the Big Guy picked a fight with him, that things improved and people respected him.

First off, with the Little Guy, people sympathize with him, and hoped for him to win.

And second? He used his martial arts in the fight. And because he was asian, everybody there thought he was Chinese, and therefore, an expert in Kung Fu 'like all asians'.

Although in his opinion, the fight was 'a draw', from there on out, everyone at school called him 'Bruce Lee'.

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'Is that all you're going to eat?' the young asian doctor asked as he sat down to my left, setting down his plate with pork, mashed potatoes, gravy, and carrots with peas arranged beautifully on his plate.

On mine was mixed lettuce, tofu, and spicy cucumber mix stacked very high on my plate.

I realized that his meal is as society and the 'food pyramid' recommends--it's 'habit'--and my carbohydrates, protein, PLUS micronutrients were the 'new recommendation' based on my awareness and my own definition of 'health'

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As I put my tray aside, the vice-president for the hospital gently took me aside. Vietnamese, she and her husband were seated at the same table and hat shared lunch with me. She asked for my son's name. She wanted to pray for him, with his weight and his bullying. She says prayer every day.

I smiled and hugged her in warm acceptance! I almost cried tears of relief in front of my colleagues there.

I shared that I have a special devotion to Blessed Mother. She asked, in surprise, 'Are you Catholic?' I said, yes I was.' (baptized and went until this time in 2012--look up the work of Kevin Annett to see why I left).

I also shared that our hepatic surgeon asks for Nimfa to circulate for him on EVERY CASE, because she prays for his patients, and it 'works'. (He is the one who takes the Lord's name in vain when things don't go well in surgery  http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2014/01/dont-have-cow-doc.html)

I was sure to ask for her son's name. It is Christian. He has depression. I offered to pray for him every day too.

It's Time For A Walk:

I woke early yesterday with a flash of the image of the face of a dog I know. Ross was right behind that flash, holding a leash made of this gold chain, and Ross was jangling it. I could hear the sound of the chain as only a leash can make.

I knew.

Although I didn't want to know, I knew Bobby was going to die. Today.

I asked his mom if it was okay to make a Reiki Request for him. She said yes.

The kindness and love I saw for him, the outpouring of heart and healing energy, was tremendous.

I was in contact with the family throughout the  day. I asked, 'can you feel the Reiki?'

They did.

And it made a difference for everyone involved.

Bobby passed, and his mother gives thanks for the Reiki.

Transition is a gift. It clarifies the connection of our hearts, as one leaves and one stays. The bond between us gets a special focus, and time to be enjoyed with all of our consciousness. One supports the other, and at the end...well...because I am a medium...I get to enjoy 'the whole picture'.

Today I relayed messages back and forth between the dog and his family. They planned where to bury him, and with what object to 'take with him'.

It was a good passage...

Save The Last Dance For Me by Michael Buble

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Reiki Doc

The Scarlet Letter

The Scarlet Letter is a novel that was written by Nathaniel Hawthorne. It was about Hester Prynne, who conceived a child out of wedlock in a small, Puritan Community. The legal magistrates discovered her sin, her going against the system. The child was shunned, and she was forced forevermore to wear a large, red, letter 'A' pinned to the front of her shirt.  Not matter how much they tortured her, she would not reveal who was the father of her love child.

At the end of the book, the reader discovers that it was the town minister who led the church.

Yesterday I got this note from 'The Facebook Team':

"Hi, there's content on this Facebook Page that's harassing meand I'm not sure how to handle it. Can you please help?the owner of this page claims to be a Reiki master , but why would a Reiki master promote false info about people? Please help report this page, eye know you are a true Reiki Warrior, please assist me "

The safety of your friends and family should be taken seriously. Facebook also takes harassment and bullying very seriously and recommends that you respond to this call for help. In some cases you will want to contact the appropriate authorities to ensure everyone's safety. Our safety center has resources that can be helpful to you in effectively dealing with this situation:


The page in question was called 'Exposing the EX'.  I looked at it. It was compelling. There were mug shots and 'avoid this person because of x,y, and z' and all of those reasons were very valid ones! There were also posts about things like, 'if he'll cheat with you, he'll cheat on you'. Cheaters of all ages and genders were posted on the site. And the page only started on March 3!

I put my ex up on 'Don't Date Him Girl' in 2004. I wanted to protect others. If they cared to look, they could know.

My guides wouldn't help me on this. It was up to me. So I asked my son what he thought--he's in school, and I asked him if this was bullying. He would know.

He said, 'report it mom'.

So here is my response to 'the Facebook team':

I reported it.
The energy of the page is hard to discern--on the one hand, there is going to be more and more of the Light exposing darkness, which is basically what is happening here. Just not very well contained, energy-wise. It's not on the up and up, the energy itself is dense and lower vibration, although it is exposing something that desperately needs to be exposed.

This is what a Reiki Master might build something like that page. Not all Reiki Masters do self-reiki every day. Not all of them are spiritual. And some might have ego 'running the show'.

Your page, on the other hand, has very sweet and light energy.

I wasn't sure at first what to do. I asked for guidance, and it was quiet! But I asked my son, who is nine, and a Reiki master. He and I together agreed to report the page, basically due to harassment against people who have a disease (infidelity and drug use, poor judgement). 

As it is said, 'hate the sin but love the sinner', plus, the page Exposing the EX is completely devoid of the qualities of the Golden Age--nurturing, warmth, love and compassion.

Thank you for the opportunity to assist at this time. Aloha and Mahalos, Namaste. Peace.

I'm not much better, myself.

I had a five-year dry spell after I became a mom.

When I was at conference in New Orleans, I was invited to a party by one of my Facebook friends and mentors. When the taxi dropped me off, it was in a really bad part of town, and I had to go upstairs but I was afraid. The place was called The Blue Nile.

I stood at the bottom of the stairs, and panicked. I prayed for help to be sent.

Another taxi dropped off three young guys who were obviously partying. I went to the tallest one, touched him on the elbow, and explained the situation. Would he mind walking me up the stairs to make sure inside were people that I know, just in case?

He was handsome. He agreed after he gave me a hard time about it. And I waved him off with a smile as I went in the door, saying, 'everything is going to be okay'.

At the end of the night, as I came downstairs from the party, there was a crowd. And who did I run into?

Yup.

He asked for my number. Lots of guys ask me for my number. They never call.

This one did.

The night before the party I thad taken a tour, a Voodoo tour, of the city. I was the only single one. It felt awkward, but I have grown used to that awkwardness. I didn't give it a second thought. I just was glad to get to know the story of Marie Laveau.

I left an offering for her earlier at a veve in a store, Erzulie's' (I have the app on my phone, they are excellent).

I felt her Presence. And she made me a promise.

It turned out the guy was a resident at Wisconsin. And anesthesia resident and an anesthesia attending. He was at the same conference!

He came and saw my poster.

He asked me to go to dinner. I asked him to go with me on the ghost tour I really wanted to go see.

We had a nice time.

He left the next day. Or I did. I forget. We kept a correspondence for a while. But he was never going to live where I am, and I was never going to move where he was.

And he was such a heavy drinker that there was no way I was ever going to seek a relationship. I am a 'drunk magnet', if you will.

So I moved on.

Out of the blue last year he friended me on Facebook. It was a growth experience for me to not shun one of my 'exes'. I was like, whatever, dude, cool.

There was some person in the photo with him, but I didn't look to see if he was in a 'relationship'. I thought it was his daughter who would be that age and height by now.

I posted something along the lines of, How do you know an anesthesiologist is good in bed? You FORGET!

And he private messaged me saying I had given him a total French Maid fantasy ever since.

I was polite and said he was 'wonderful' and I shared I hadn't been with anybody since. That's four years, four months, and fourteen days, but who's counting? LOL

I felt his energy--it was one of great sadness and regret.

You see he was the first I could share about my seeing ghosts and being psychic. He totally accepted it. When he kissed me at a bar on the tour, I saw ghosts watching! But his family was from Utah, and they saw ghosts. So for the first time in my life I had been accepted for who I am, and treated with nurturing, respect, love and compassion, even if only for one night.

We actually have a mutual friend, for a surgeon from his residency program now works at my hospital. I mentioned it.

Again, I was not seeking anything more than friendship, because keeping an old love as a friend is something that is new for me.

But on the way to work, oddly enough, I saw a license plate that said, Voudou--it was the French spelling, and it was a reminder of Marie Laveau, who I know without a doubt had sent me Chris at that party...

Yesterday in my private message box on my personal Facebook page, I got this:

I've been innaproriate with my comments about the French maids outfit. I am in a long term relationship for 4yrs. I'm sorry I'm a dick. I won't be talking with you anymore.

I guess I had become more 5D than I thought! LOL. Because his 3D text blocking me makes me think his lover has him on a short leash.  One of the things on the cheating page said, 'Faithful on Facebook page and cheater  in the private messages'.

I smile.

Why?

Because as the Light shines increasingly brighter, so much more that is shadow is going to be exposing the TRUTH.

Please note that although it might appear 'fun' at the time, the energy of blaming and casting out is the energy of Separation and has nothing to do with the Goddess Energies that are flooding the planet, and absolutely NOTHING to do with the Ascension Process.

Keep your Vibration UP, and allow our brothers and sisters who have 'disease in the judgement' department, that led to some pretty heinous--'poor life decisions'--some slack.

This is the kind of letter we should make other people wear on their shirts!

Yesterday was the first day I wanted to run to Ross. The abuse in the O.R. against me was brutal. A surgeon had it out for me, called my boss, and accused me of being 'a slow turnover' and 'not knowing how to do a block'. 

But everything turned out fine, and the blocks worked, the patients were happy, and the third case that was a straight GA went fine. 

The reason for the slow second one is that the technician had gone home and the equipment for the block couldn't be located. The nerve stimulator was in OR 5, not the supply room. It took three people looking for it to track it down. And the person assisting me had never once used the ultrasound. The total time between my two cases was under twelve minutes doing routine prep work, and twenty minutes for the block including the searching. The patient before had a stormy wake up and I couldn't just leave and dump them in PACU. I had to make sure they were breathing adequately.

But it hurt.

As I went over my day with Ross, who had his little pad of paper like a waiter...I started to cry. I just wanted to see his face with my own eyes, and to touch it!

He let me.

I rolled on my stomach, and concentrating with my third eye, I wanted to see him as I knew him when we were married. I traced my finger on the sheet and listened as he described the shape of his eyes, his nose, his ear and I visualized them in the same detail I would look at a patient or anyone in 3D. 

I wanted to see the scars, the little imperfections that make Ross, Ross.

It was the hands that made me cry the most. He used to do hard labor, and there were lots of small well-healed scars on them. 

I also cried about the ear, because I had flashbacks to when he died. It was stomach-turning violent and I saw everything.

I kept saying, 'not dead? not dead?' and he reassured me he was okay, he was fine, he was alive again.

And I slept.

I have no recollection of the night. But this morning I was told by Blessed Mother I would have much happiness today.

I am so thankful some of us get 'pulled' out of our existence here at night, and have someplace to go that is not here.

It's brutal.

Please do what is in your heart to staunch the hemorrhage of cruelty and anger and accusation and ostracizing others today. Bullying affects us all, even your anesthesiologist in the hospital who does your cases. The surgeons are MEAN sometimes. And because they bring a lot of money to the hospital, they get away with it.

I confessed while eating one graham cracker because I was famished, to an RN friend, how I feel that surgeon 'doesn't respect me'. 

She said it's that way with him 'all across the board, to everyone, and not to take it personal.'

That's what people say about them behind their back. Everyone knows. Everyone knows and supports one another. Only the bully doesn't have a heart that's open or eyes that see.

Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. I gave Reiki to that surgeon three times yesterday. I gave it strong. I buttoned his gown (it has to be tied in the back). I was pleasant and professional. And I told him, 'It will never happen again'. That's because I asked my boss never to let me work with him again.

P.P.S. Ridicule is the strongest weapon for Disinformation--taken from this link: http://theunboundedspirit.com/how-disinformation-works/

Pink Pink You Stink!

Recently at a local nightclub, a young asian woman was beaten to death by two latinas. There were very few witnesses who came forward to describe what they saw, but there was plenty of cell phone video. The cause of death was traumatic brain injury from blows to the head.

There is rumor of gang involvement.

Today we are going to discuss the dark side of the Gaia experiment--that is, while on surface of the planet, the harm women do to each other, and their children.

It's ugly.

I see it as the most important focus of healing for us all as we transition to a Galactic Society.

Here are some examples that are personal that I share:

• I walked down the street as a preschooler to visit my best friend, Jackie, who was two years older than me. I wore my favorite new pant suit. I looked beautiful, and I enjoyed looking my best. 'Pink Pink You STINK!' she said when I got to the front door. The words stung like a knife, and shocked me out of my state of centeredness and joy! I had no concept people could treat each other like this! I immediately burst into tears and ran the rest of the way home. (later, as adults, Jackie told me she didn't want me to get conceited, so she teased me on purpose the whole time we were growing up. It worked. I am one of the most down-to-earth people you'll ever meet. )
• My youngest sister is very persistent. She also knows what she wants. Although I had yarn ties on the outside of my drawers in my dresser, I also had perfect memory of how I had arranged the items in the drawers within. Although she and mother would swear up and down that she didn't get into my things while I was away at school, and they would show me how yarns would be tied--because of what was inside, I knew! I grew up with deception as the norm, and favoritism of my sibling, too.
• My sister later grew up to be a 'Queen Bee', the popular one who made other kids' lives miserable, like in the movie, Mean Girls. I used to watch her and say, 'you better be nice to those bused kids from the inner city.  They can't help it that they are poor.' and 'Be careful because one day all of this might come back in your face.' Sure enough, the last week of sixth grade, all the children turned against her, and she was shunned. The only people who accepted her were the poor inner city kids who rode the bus. There were two. My sister took it so hard mother made her miss the last two weeks of school. In Junior High she kept the same circle of friends, and made fun of the bused kids. I kept my mouth shut.
• Mother is very into being Sicilian. She smiles at everyone, but she has a temper and a sense of 'justice for her kids who have been treated unfairly'. One day years later, in the alley, she ran into the leader of the group against my sister, Holly J. Mom cornered Holly, and gave her 'a piece of her mind'. She told Holly that she is going to 'rot in hell' and that --oh, I don't recall--but lots of things that made Holly run and cry. Mom denied it. She denied ever saying things like that at all to everyone but the family, because mom's reputation was 'nice' and Holly's well, wasn't that good at all. No one would believe Holly. Ever. If she said what mom did.
• I once went to the home of my boyfriend's best friend, a woman, who 'wanted to cook italian'.  It was an ugly home that was rented where she lived with her friends. I had an apartment that was available to the graduate students and faculty at UCSD--it was subsidized. She had a cat. I am deathly allergic to cats. So as the night progressed, I got sicker and also a chill because she didn't heat the house.  She was super sweet and gave me a sweatshirt from her college. I got to where I couldn't breathe. I bet she had rubbed the cat with it. I felt like she was competing with me and trying to make me look bad; in fact, her food was terrible. He broke up with me later that week; they both had worked together behind my back. To this day I say 'they deserve each other'. He broke up with me because his friends said 'I am too nice'.

Has anything like this happened to you?

Studies have shown that when girls fight, it is non-physical and actually MORE damaging because they destroy the victim's reputation. 

Where is the source of the anger and hostility towards one another?

It is from a belief in 'lack'--lack of suitable mates, lack of beauty, lack of friendship, lack of LOVE.

If mice are left in a cage with no food source, they will cannibalize.  They will eat each other.

Rats do it too. 

The way I see it, and this is my own interpretation--women have been cooped up on surface Gaia, a feminine planet, with the masculine energies so WIDELY OVERPOWERING the Divine Feminine for so long, that the women on the planet turned against each other.  

Just like the mice.

Except they attacked each other's souls, each other's psyches, and each other's reputations...

Some of the meanest people in the hospital have been the females. The cardiac surgeons are 'like men' and are exceedingly cruel in their words to the cute young anesthesiologist. I had one make me do critical care in the O.R. for three hours in the middle of the night after the case. At the beginning, she wouldn't let me line the patient because there was 'urgency'--although the lines would have helped me keep the patient safer under anesthesia. But on the bed, ready to go to the ICU at two in the morning, the surgeon wants 'lines'. So I a-line, I central line, I float the Swan. And I stayed as her prisoner until five a.m, titrating the drips until her patient 'stabilized'.  This patient was too sick for an ICU nurse, in her opinion. She wanted anesthesia to keep them alive.

I had to work the next day.

Yesterday I totally 'lost it'. I touched a nerve in my soul that made me see red and want to call the whole Ascension thing off and have the planet blow up. I thought someone was talking to my Ross and He wasn't telling me about it.

It's on the internet. I know who he is. You don't. And there was a lot of news.  How could he talk and not mention it to me? Besides, who is he, and who am I to love, if he acts like this? I am not one to 'control' him, but I very much would like a chance to explore being Twin Souls with one another...

The reason for my concern is that in the Higher Realms 'people cheat'.

The appreciation of beauty somehow combines with the We Are One in Joy energy to make kissing total strangers 'okay', even if you 'belong' to another, and nobody cares.

This is a big draw for 3D men and some of the women, but not me, with my long-distance Galactic relationship with my Twin Soul.

I called the Galactics on the carpet on this one. I said, 'as long as I am on Gaia, I don't have to buy in to Galactic culture, and this is IT! I draw the line HERE! Otherwise I abort everything we have all worked for. End of story--my free will wants to have everything blow up and turn to NOTHING in the Galactic Central Sun, including me. Otherwise the pain to witness my Twin Soul with another without my free will blessing it is too great for me to suffer.

I was told 'you slept with Ashtar. And a Sirian.'

They were right. I needed those few times before I knew Ross better to help me get 'on track' so I would be ready for him. At the time we were 'promised' but he was there and I was here, so Ross had given me the okay to meet someone on earth, Ito if I wanted or whoever, because he understood what it was like to be alone. He cared for my well-being and my happiness. Ashtar told me his 'wife' had given full consent before because of the important healing that was involved between us. So I was on the receiving end of that Galactic 'way'.

So I thought about it.

I found Ross and I talked to him about the pain. About how the Galactic misperception that 'all is Illusion' sort of doesn't 'appreciate' the depth of our suffering, particularly us women. I made it clear that I am too early in my own healing to even consider it, sharing him. All I want is a chance to heal my heart.

The Galactics were totally blindsided by my reaction.

Ross was so nice. He says that in the future, I will be with him, right next to him, in my little dress. 

I looked at the ground, and didn't look him in the eye.

He said, how about if we hold hands on camera, and everyone knows we are affectionate and we belong to each other too?

I looked up, and felt a little hope. I said, 'can there be footsie, too?'

He paused, smiled, and said yes, there can be footsie, too.

Our women have been under siege for so long--there are physical atrocities against women, particularly in times of war, there is financial tyranny against them, having once been chattel...and there is emotional turmoil they have for one another.

No one likes to talk about this.

But I am, here and now, in order for the deep and very blessed Healing to begin.

Not all women are unsupportive--in fact, everyone has their own circle of friends to support them in times when someone steals their husband, or anything else...

It's just that, it never should have come to this state at all.

Skunk is the totem for Reputation.

It is important in the overall plan, one's Reputation. After all, it is something that you can 'take with you'.

Funny how the stripes of skunk are dark and light, just like the Yin and Yang in the Tao.

Focus on that balance within your hearts today.

May the hearts and souls and reputations of everyone on Surface Gaia begin their healing right away.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc