My Perfect Day

Today had a dreamlike quality to it. It was very good.

The first part was a case (I can't tell you what, exactly), but with a new very BIG piece of equipment (Think Domo Arigato Mr. _____-O), in the chest, with one of my old surgeons from my old work where I was a professor.

I heard this voice say 'good morning' to me as my bouffant hat stuck on my ponytail and covered my eyes. I looked up and it was him--I had been up many a night with him over ruptured thoracic aneurysms and even once told him to re-open the chest because my TEE showed there was a kink in the coronary bypass graft when he closed it. Although he was not my mentor, he was more like a brother and a friend through the many years we worked together.

It was wonderful to feel the affection and respect of the old team, and heart team we had been, all of us, from perfusion to scrub tech, all of us, worked together as one.

This patient was as perfect as could be--no teeth (more room for the double-lumen endotracheal tube), super easy i.v. insertion, and easy arterial line! I verified the tube placement with fiberoptic scope, taped it, and the case was on!

I was shocked to see in the room a strange man who looked an awful lot like the chief heart surgeon at our old work. Why would he come here? But it wasn't him.

As I sat, my Reiki 1 student RN came up to me. She is looking into RN First Assist--where she scrubs in and helps the surgeon. I thought COOL! More Reiki opportunity. But then here is the kicker--last week, a sick vascular patient came in. Both this RN and the scrub-tech-now-nursing-student were giving Reiki as the prep was being done. They gave a lot.

The surgeon opened and said out loud, 'I don't know HOW this patient could still be alive!'. 

The vascular problem had burst!

Everything went well and it was a huge save!

Back to my patient's case, at the end, the strange man came over and said, 'Excellent job on the anesthesia! The lung went down and it STAYED DOWN!' I demurred and said since the patient had no teeth it was easy. (In reality, I picked the right size tube, checked to make sure it was in position, and taped it really well). He does hearts in Dallas! I asked about the eating habits there, and he said 'It's job security' (everyone is heavy and full of heart disease). He can do robotic everything on the heart, valves, bypass, off-pump, you name it. It was really great to meet him. It was most UN-cardiac to be nice to anesthesia like that. Wow! I really appreciate it.

At lunch I saw the Egypt thing. I think this is the beginning of the end of the cabal. I was pretty excited. But when I saw a picture in the paper this morning of Obama and Dubya in some middle east place commemorating 'lives lost in a plane crash' anniversary, I saw some pretty strange body language. As you know, W is a full-on archon inside that body, with no scruples or heart whatsoever. (Both George senior and Barbara are products of Joseph Mengele's Monarch program). And they both had their hands clasped in a weird way down low over their bodies. W had no facial expression or body language consistent with the occasion--it could have been a kegger, you know? Anyhow, Obama looked at W, as if looking for a signal. Something was being 'said'. And with the media frenzy now over Egypt, it's time to meditate meditate meditate each morning over  Egypt like Cobra says until 'the fat lady sings'.

While I saw the T.V. in the Doctor's Lounge where my huge white vortex is working very nicely, thank you very much, the table of doctors present decided to slam alternative medicine. It started with a colonoscope patient asking about detoxing. An then the gay primary care doc said he was asked at a spa if he wanted to pay twenty dollars extra for seaweed extract for a massage. Apparently since seaweed 'absorbs pollution from the oceans it can absorb toxins from you.' No thanks, he said. Another spoke about the negative ion water, the liver 'flush' and kale. That's when I spoke up, put on my biggest grin and said, 'I LIKE kale!'

You see, their grief is over people getting information from just anybody on the internet. Now they DIRECT people to 'good websites':

• http://www.webmd.com
• http://www.mayoclinic.com/health-information/

So, alternative or not, now you are informed of some 'good sites' on the conventional front. 

I prefer to sit amongst them and just know that one day, my truth will come out, all truth will come out, and they will be amazed at how cool I was not trying to 'convince' them of anything except that I enjoy kale. (everyone but me had the nasty 'choose your own' pasta bar, too. I ate a salad.)

The next case was a patient with clear signs of overwhelming metastatic disease. I gave Reiki and the transition symbol.

Then I wanted to go home.

I went in through the recovery room. Someone was coding. I saw the code team there, and walked to my lock box cabinet to put all the anesthesia narcotics away.

As I was at the cabinet, I realized I should give reiki to the poor person that was coding. I did. The spirit of that person showed up, I explained to them and Blessed Mother how I was helping, and She said she would take care of the rest of it. She took his hand and they walked away.

I walked back to the bedside. Two of my Reiki students were there, taking it in. That is good. And my friend who was running the code was doing okay. My offer for help was declined. I also, oddly enough, saw the spirit clearly in the nurse who thinks they are a doctor in the cardiology department, the one who back-stabbed me quite viciously three years ago. There was NO connection to source. All efforts were through the mind, and they were confused that 'things weren't working'. I saw all of the life, from childhood to adult, in that person in one glance. I realized the back-stabbing wasn't me. (part of the first case helped soothe the pain from that stab, too. It has been festering for some time now). A scrub tech was saying it was time to call the code (stop resuscitating efforts). But as I walked out, plan was for ICU on drips.

On the way out the door to the parking lot, I ran into a colleague walking in. 

The coding patient had died. This one was coming in to help the anesthesiologist that had a bad day.

Mine, on the other hand, was excellent! A little Reiki here, a little educating the doctors there, a little thoracic wonderful and everything. It was a good day. <3

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Reiki And The Conventional Grocery Store Employees

This is how my ancestors shopped.

Last night I needed to pick up a few things at the store. For months now, the bulk of our purchases are made at Mother's market, a place where you never have to worry about GMO. When time is tight, we go to Sprout's or Trader Joe, places that have a decent but somewhat more limited selection in the organic department. 

Last night I went to Ralph's. Spirit insisted. So we went.

In the car my kid was like, 'Mom? Why not Pavilions?'

I said, 'We are going to Ralphs'. 

We found everything, but in the produce department, there is an Indian gentleman who is always there. Seven days a week, for all shifts, this man is always THERE.

Lately he has  been pushing the produce. About two months ago, the last time I was there, he was pushing the 'Cuties' tangerines that are conventionally grown. I bought a small box just to humor him.

This time, he came over to me in the Organic produce department, which is less than one tenth the layout of the produce 'space'. He put his face really close to mine, and asked about something else he was trying to sell. He was like, 'You are buying Organic strawberries?! We have them CHEAPER over here!'

I'm sorry, but three dollars a double-size basket on Organic is a pretty good deal too. I thought to myself.

And then I looked in his eyes. Dark, deep, and empty. There was no light. He had suffered the 'sleep' over his love for money. 

I smiled, relaxed on purpose, and said in the nicest voice I could, 'We eat ONLY organic. Why don't you have any organic onions?'

'They never come like that.' he said, simply.

We both knew that the onions were giant mutants, with all of the brown ones in various stages of decay and rot.  They were inedible.

'People who eat Organic get used to it and their bodies start to crave it, huh?' he asked. 

I looked him straight in the eye and said, 'I just don't want to give all that pesticide to my liver.'

Then he changed his tune, 'I always recommend it.'

The energy was unpleasant because I had dared to challenge a 'sacred cow' to him: cheaper is better.

I had brought up the Trump Card of Health. 

I had won.

______________________________________

At the checkout stand, a kind woman invited me to come to her aisle. This store has been having less and less people in it for some time. There were only two registers open on Cinco de Mayo, a busy day for last-minute items.

I remembered my 'joy' for the day when she asked, 'Did you find everything you were looking for?'--I had been soaking for one hour my first Chia Pet, and I needed seeds. It is a Rally Monkey from the Anaheim Angels. I have always wanted a Chia Pet.

'Where are the Chia seeds?' I asked, politely.

'The WHAT?' the checker asked?

'You know--the little seeds that are good for you, well, you have to grind them for you first--they give essential fatty acids.'

'We--we don't HAVE any of THOSE seeds!' she said, looking to her manager, who looked flustered too.

'Well, they are like flax seeds. Tell me, where do you have the flax seeds? Not the oil. Just the flax?'

Then she remembered, 'They are on the top by the vitamin aisle'.

The vitamin aisle?!

I found them. A great big jar for twenty-one dollars. Medicinal grade. 

It was actually a good deal because the last ones I had bought was a tiny packet for six dollars, this was more.

I don't think they have rang up purchases like mine for a long time! ; )

____________________________________

Cinco de Vitamix

Breakfast:

green smoothie that was too green for the kid (I drank it)

green smoothie with extra banana and ginger to cover up taste of kale (in a bottle in the fridge, kid refused it--it needs salt mom)

Pineapple and banana and orange juice smoothie (this is GOOD mom! and I lost all patience whatsoever.)

Lunch:

just cleaned the Vitamix with the drop of soap and the cleaning mode

Dinner:

'soup' a la Karen Ranzi (carrot, 1/2 zucchini, 1/2 avocado, shallot, 1/2 red bell pepper, slice jalapeno)

 It was too spicy to serve--I ate it and put his serving into the refried beans I had on the stove.

Vitamixed boiled beans (cooled) and then re'fried' to a thicker consistency.

guacamole in the vitamix (mom, this is too spicy too.)

organic taco meat (for my son who eats meat)

taco shells (not organic. would like them to be made though.)

Coke (my boy)

powdered horchata mix that was terrible in filtered water (I need to throw that out. I wonder if Vitamix makes Horchata? I can try!)

Once of the clearest 'signs' of having Ascended is a reluctance to 'participate' in all non-wiccan 'holidays'. They just don't make 'sense' and further seem like a 'hand in my pocket trying to take money out'. I cut way back on all 'celebrations', just to the minimum. For example, only chocolates for Easter, not decorating the whole house and the eggs. Although this is pleasant, it is the 'sensation' of being 'marketed to celebrate' I resist with my entire Vibration.

Furthermore, and you are going to hate me for saying it: why on earth celebrate the weekend? Why should we have only TWO days to do what we wish and relax? God made us SEVEN. 

There are no other animals on the planet who are harnessed so tight. They let us 'in the pasture' on Friday night just so we can go out and spend more money.

To me, every day is an equally wonderful gift from God; some days have more 'time at work' scheduled into it, but every day I start in joy and hope for more lessons and a chance to get to know myself better.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc