Momi

You are beautiful, Ross said, just a few minutes ago.

He said this while I was in tears.

He encouraged me to put on my new pendant.

I confided to him how scared and afraid I had been to witness the emotions, of my pre-adolescent son, and how I didn't know what to do, and how I was in a world of pain...I was so very tired of being strong, and for having to be 'on' to be heading things off at the pass with that boy emotionally..

And the moment the necklace went on, in a flash, I understand the lesson of momi (moh-mee)- the Hawaiian word for pearl--that very beautiful lessons come out of confusion, fear, and pain.


Win A Pearl:
I should have known when the woman before us at the Dole Plantation counter three days ago was miffed at the Maui Divers sales woman.  I easily read the body language. But my son remembered opening an oyster two years ago, and I thought it might be nice to just buy one oyster for each. (He had just pulled a fifty percent off a pearl coupon from the basket and was very happy).

This lady was something else! Very single minded, very pushy, telling him so thick that 'your mother needs this jewelry' that even my nine-year old got upset. She is the ONLY person at any pearl facility who automatically drilled a hole in the pearl first, without asking. (as a matter of fact, ever since I got my first pearl at Marineland in Palos Verdes when I was nine, I have never, ever had one of my pearls mounted OR drilled.)

We settled on a very small turtle pendant made of gold to mount his beautiful, pink pearl he picked from his oyster. We opted out of the chain she encouraged us to buy. And I also refused a credit application that would have saved me fifty dollars (the interest rate was twenty-six percent!).

'Turtles are lucky!' the sales lady said, as she wrapped it. (they have it all figured out, pink pearls mean love, white ones mean happiness and dark ones mean wisdom).

I thought the expense was worth it for my son to run into one of these women like her--all about the sale, faking that it was all about you, and not taking 'no' for an answer--it was a valuable lesson that will teach him what traits are a huge red flag in a potential mate!


The Chain:
I wanted to look at a store at the Ala Moana mall tonight. The place had changed since I fell in love with it ten years ago. I couldn't recognize it. Just two years ago it had it's 'look'--a breezy, simple mall with some nice stores, but understated tropical theme. They are still adding on to it, and I had to use Navigation to find it when I was only three minutes away.

This jewelry store I was interested in advertised with a sign that said sixty percent off, and I got a fine gold chain for only forty dollars.

I had wanted some earrings, too, so we looked, and my son found a beautiful pair with very small diamonds, at a super reasonable price, that matched the necklace he had bought for me for my birthday. With Ross' symbol on it. I put them on and wore them home.


The Diamond:
Earlier today, I packed a lunch and we made a short trip to Honolulu to Diamond Head State Monument. It was ninety-two degrees. I brought cold water and also a spray fan device. It's strenuous, I won't kid you. Ten years ago I danced ballet with the Hawaii State Junior Company for class to keep in shape while I was at conference for work here and one week away from my studio. (I danced two hours about five times a week, and performed.) And back THEN, I could barely breathe up the ascend! But the view was remarkable.

As you may know, my son has some weight issues, and on top of that, some emotional concerns due to bullying.

I took all of my patience and kindness and encouragement to coax him up that hill. I knew it would build confidence. As it turned out, both his father and teacher never let him rest on strenuous activities--they just yelled at him for falling behind. So we took breaks, I squirted both of us when it got hot, and we took the stairs up 'to the military part'--stairs that go almost straight UP.

On the way down, excited, he encouraged the weary ones going up, that the view was 'so WORTH it!!!'.

He had also helped me get over my fear of heights, too.

It was really good.


Can't Say No:
Ross said, 'Buy him sunglasses' when we were at the Oakley store, and his heart was set on a pair that was one hundred sixty dollars.

I said no.

A nine year old does not need fancy sunglasses. They get lost. He never wears them--has several pairs of decent but much much cheaper ones.

I asked him if I have to pay one hundred fourteen dollars (a clearance Shaun White pair) for him to know I love him?

In my heart of hearts, I knew he wanted them because he is interested in being 'older'. I also knew that he wouldn't like the 'sale' ones once we got home. And more--I knew he would ask me for something else about thirty seconds after we bought them.

He said something, I lost my temper and he started crying and saying he wanted to die. I managed to get us up to the car, but he had the worst emotional meltdown I have seen since he threatened suicide about one month ago. All of the pain from the bullying, all of the anger, all of the rage, all of the hate,  all of the loneliness, came out as he writhed and screamed in the car...

I couldn't drive like that. It wasn't safe.

I couldn't calm him down, and neither could he.

I came that close to calling 911 to take him to a psychiatric ER.

The security guy on the bike came by. He said several people complained about how I was yelling at my son.

I explained politely the situation, how he is under the care of a professional, I thought he might need to go to the hospital, and how I can't drive safely with him like this.  He understood, and said, in true Hawaiian aloha--you can take all the time that you need.

After that, my boy calmed, and as I drove us away,  he shared more about the bullying, and how his teacher called people 'guilty' when they did something wrong, and the emotional toll this last year has been on him at school was such a heavy load for him to bear.


The Lifesaver:
Whoever suggested the Insulin Resistance Diet book, truly, has saved both of our lives. It is working. We have done this now for about two weeks.

My son ate protein for dinner, and for his carb, wanted ice cream. He asked the Haagen Dazs lady for the nutritional guide--she gave him a notebook binder with plastic sheets--and the chocolate ice cream was within his carb limits for the meal.

I see him getting more features in his face and his body going slimmer, and also not having the terrible hunger he used to get like before. It's helping me too, to break that cycle of low blood sugar.

It's set us free.


The Night:
I know from Ross, that our son--(he is the Spiritual Father, he asked me ten years ago at my room in the W Hotel on Diamond Head--I didn't know him at the time but he was 'some guy who seemed interested in my answer' when Blessed Mother asked if I would like to have a baby?  With the biological father, once I got back home from conference, there was one time we were together where his face completely transformed, the new face glowed, and looked very much like Owen Wilson with long hair--of all people! I was pregnant about four weeks after that.)--that our son is going to be okay.

As I lay next to our boy, at his request to help him sleep, I was torn and so tearful when Ross asked gently, 'did you have a hard day?'

I went to my room once the breathing was of sound sleep from the child, and I lost it. I told Ross I was scared.  I was confused. At the same time, I realized we had a lot of important 'stuff' come up from my son's sharing his feelings and my doing what the counselor said and validating his feelings...I also realized that this chakra is WAY out of whack and needs some attention

Ross also said that the trick with our son is to let him think he has the choices and the decisions, when in fact he does not. Like a friend of mine said, 'you make a list of the things the kids can do for vacation activities and you let them pick'.


Momi:
The oyster has a lot of pain from an irritant inside it as it grows.
This is what becomes the lustrous pearl, which shines so beautifully in the light.
The ugly oyster has the best pearls.
I discovered this by accident, when the sales lady at Maui Divers at Dole, had let me pick the pearl oyster that comes 'free' with a purchase. She got four out from under the counter. Ross told me to pick the ugly one (I didn't know that's how it works) and to my surprise two beautiful pink matching pearls came out of the oyster! (she had wanted to sell us earrings)

While the oyster is smoothing away the irritant on the inside, that takes energy that would otherwise go to making a pretty, and symmetrical oyster. Therefore, 'the uglier the oyster, the more beautiful the pearl', and in my case, twin pearls.

I even heard a sales lady--a different one at a different stand at the store (there are three at the plantation)--tell a couple to 'pick the ugliest one'.

They did and got a beautiful dark one that was larger than usual, and the couple was delighted with their find!


So when life 'get you down', I want you to remember two things:

• you ARE beautiful--or handsome--whichever term you prefer.  You ARE!
• maybe life is throwing you a momi--a pearl--and soon you will understand the nature of the lesson.

No wonder why that pearl came to me...to give me hope right now as I wear it around my neck...and to let me know when it comes to my beloved, handsome son...there is a momi lesson for me in being a single parent, with a helping hand from my Twin Flame, and husband from another life who has found me in this dimension because I am a medium and can 'sense' such things...

It is my hope that perhaps this 'lesson' may 'resonate' with you, and give you comfort in times of distress, too.

Ross also let me know that the energies are strong in supporting the powers of manifestation, and that for those who think 'negatively', those feelings are going to magnify the outcomes at this time. This applies for everyone! So keep your positive outlook UP as best you can...

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Reiki Doc and Ross who loves both her and their little one very much.



P.S. I have been on vacation in Hawaii, but kept it out of the blogs, at Ross' request for some privacy. It is okay now to let you know. Namaste.

When You Remember What You'd Like To Forget

Today we are going to talk about something that not many people want to discuss.

Yet it affects all of us, and I predict is going to affect even more often in our day-to-day experience than it usually has. It will be on the rise.

It started today for me with a childbirth. It was a son born to a set of parents, and I was present and doing my work as today's anesthesiologist on call. It was a joyous occasion! The child was adorable, and everything went as well as it possibly could.

Until the end when I gave report.

I saw them looking at the baby.

And I had a flashback from me and Ross, with losing our infant boy at childbirth. (I was told he died, but really, he was taken from me and no one ever said a word about it to me for the rest of my life. The child lived and was taken to Europe, it was a political thing.)

Some people say, 'It only hurts because you let it.'

I'm sorry. I couldn't disagree with that more.

Pain is a normal response in an intelligent person who has healthy reactions to noxious stimuli--be it a burn on the stove ('it only hurts because you let it!'--what kind of compassion is that? ), an emotional wound, or perhaps something from a past life, like me.

If people can have scars and birthmarks in places where they died in another life--come 'through' on this one (medium Sylvia Browne wrote about this one), then why should we dismiss things that are painful to us in THIS life?

When we work it 'through' the pain will heal--but when we ignore it, or even worse--tell ourselves it's mind over matter--then the serious damage to the soul begins.

So what did I do?

I told myself 'That was then, this is now' and I was genuinely HAPPY for the couple and for the fact that for them things went right.

I also KNOW that given the circumstances Ross was in, if I was in his shoes I would have made the same terrible mistake against him that he made against me.

But it still hurts.

And I look at it and say, 'I don't want to go there God. Can we heal it?'

Healing comes in layers. Anyone who has had PTSD will know healing of this kind is like the layers of an onion--they come up when they are ready to be healed.

So I prayed.

I talked to God about what happened. And how I feel.

I also thanked him for not saying 'it should be like THIS' and for just listening to me. It helps my heart to talk.

He confessed to me that I was no picnic after that baby was stolen. I was a warm corpse as far as I was concerned. There was no life in me for anyone. My joy was taken from me. And I knew on a deep soul level what was up. So I fought back. I was relentless in my dealings with Ross...

I would put out my wrists to him and say, 'I want to be with our son. You know where he is. Take me to him.'

'I want to be with our son. Kill me. I don't want to live.' I said it calmly. Seriously. And I made it very clear to him how I felt.

Every time I saw him, every day, I would say something along those lines. I don't want to live.

Long story short, Ross and everyone else learned, 'you don't mess with a mother and her child.'
And further, one mistake on the part of a Twin can 'effectively kill' the other half of their soul.

As I spoke with God, I was surprised at how resolute I was in that lifetime. And I confided to him that there were lots of women who had been through worse things, I've seen it even here at work with still births, and I asked why I took it so hard?

God said, 'I love you for who you are' and I realized no one sees things like I do, and I 'call it like I see it'.  Then I realized who I am in the big picture and why I have my true name. You'll find this out in time. : )

God also showed me how I refused to reincarnate with Ross ever again (my own Twin Soul!). I picked as many different lives to be as far away from him as I could. And Ross never came back to Gaia, ever. He stayed up on Flight Crew the whole time. Like a movie, I could see Ross watching me and helping me, and in my darkest moments I tried my best to run from my pain, lifetime after lifetime after lifetime.

I asked how I was able to reconnect with Ross early on this year, and not remember any of the pain that was between us?

God tapped his head and says, 'The amnesia is GOOD!' In my heart I pondered all of the people here with their Twin Souls, and how are they going to navigate the damage and the pain, like us? I felt deep compassion for all of us here on Ground Crew...

He sent me to Ross.

Ross took me to tea at the Butchart Garden. It was just us. It was the first time I'd been there without my son. I realized as my boy gets older, he is going to have his interests...Ross wanted the flight of wine to go with the tea. I asked, 'Don't you know they are terrible?' and laughed. He didn't care. He ordered it for both of us.

Ross was happy and content. I asked him to eat my trifle because it makes me full. I also asked if he would eat my egg salad sandwich because I didn't like that one either. I watched carefully how he ate and how it didn't get all over his beard. I don't know anybody with one now, and so it was something new to experience, watching him eat and not make a mess. If I had a beard I would make a mess. Even now, if you lift up my plate at the end of a meal, there will be a ring of small crumbs around it. Ross has good manners too.

Ross was making eye contact, and was thoughtful. He ate them all. And as I talked and talked (I am a talker!) we both realized I was healing from our loss, naturally. He knew I didn't blame him, but that I hurt and I wanted to heal.

I had Bachelor Button tea, and Ross had Early Grey, 'a classic', he said. When we finished we ran down to the dock, and took a boat tour of the Tod Inlet. He held me close the whole time.

We are healing with each other.

This is a ten foot thick wall on the fort that is the bottom level of Alcatraz. No mortar, no cannon is going to get through that! You can see the window up and to the right, looking out.

How many of us have walls that thick on our emotions?

I also picked the first photo, the stained glass, because no matter how you try to see the world 'clearly' sometimes your view is affected by what 'pops up' from the past, and it changes your perception.

You see, last night I spoke at length with Flight Crew. I really think that they are not 'getting' something important about the human condition here in the illusion. They tell us 'death is an illusion' and it doesn't really 'click' with us here.

The human bond runs deep and it runs this way for survival. Parent to child. Child to parent. Child to doll. Spouses. Lovers. Brothers in battle. Family. WE need each other emotionally, mentally, physically to survive.

And even though some homes growing up are abusive, this need runs so deep that in custody situations one often hears that psychologically, 'a bad mom is better than NO mom'.

Further, it is this horror of loss that is the most typical motivator--any parent knows a child will respond to 'taking it away', whatever it is the child enjoys.

And it is this manipulation at the extreme of this horror of witnessing loss of life that makes MK Ultra possible, and makes that whole dark 'machine' of the Illuminati 'go'.

In this Illusion called Duality, Love is real. You know it when you feel it. And it's not just what they sell cards for on Valentine's Day. Love is the feeling you know in your heart when someone cares about you and you care about them.

Love is FOREVER. Love is never wasted. Love is the most important energy in the Universe. And it stays with you.

If you are hurting because of a loss of Love, although according to the Galactics, the Loss is Illusion, the pain is real. Take note of it, and don't let anyone make less of you for feeling it. Your feelings are important, and the pain is letting you know something that was important to you affects your caring heart which is of God, which is pure, and is whole, and very REAL. Ask for All Divine Assistance to take this pain from you and guide you on your healing path.

Whether you need to curl up with a sourdough Koala, or a Valentine's Ted, your spirit will guide you through the healing process.

Listen to it.

Honor it.

And know that it will get better because you are intending for it to heal.

Don't wait for the Light Box to begin the healing process. Ask for All Divine Assistance to be given to your heart, to help you heal, today.



Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Unstuck. At Last!!!

No more cartoon bears! We are REAL bears now. 

Ascension is really happening.

This one really resonates strongly with me--I have felt the change of ' Hue-beings are encouraged to release the saving paradigms' to my core. Here is the link: http://gaiaportal.wordpress.com/2013/10/31/transformation-of-old-paradigm-connectors-occurs-rapidly-at-this-time/

What this means to me is that the 'my life stops once I set foot inside the hospital and I start to care for my patients' was actually one step further--'my life stopped once I started waking up in 2009'. Since then I have been learning Reiki, teaching Reiki, blogging and doing everything in my power 24/7 to 'wake others up in time!'. There was a sense of pressure, an urgency! I opened vortexes, guided trapped souls to the Light, met with Like-Minded-People online and in person, and attended conferences.

That broke two days ago.

Yesterday's Gaia Portal Message confirmed it.

People who say Love hurts may not be doing it right.

My friend and guide, Mark Taylor, M.D. (died in Iraq), told me in mediumship with Tim Braun in 2009 'get rid of your stuff'. So did Blessed Mother in 2008! I found this while cleaning:

2-10-2008

0945

My Jewel,

There is a beautiful life ahead of you. You are a mother; your son was born so that you could have faith in life and 'what is destiny'. My daughter, God will have a gift so very wonderful and loving that you cannot comprehend it (Like Linguini inheriting the restaurant Gasteau's in the film, Ratatouille).

Clean your house

Pay your bills

De-clutter

Organize

Get your house ready to have guests. In fact, you will have lots of them (pinches my cheek and smiles).

God will make it up to you.

God will make it up to you.

God will make it up to you.

Mom-In-The-Sky (Heaven)

I love you so very much

I couldn't. Because in my Heart, I felt like this--debris all over!

I've been cleaning and organizing my house for two months. But not my room. Not where the memories are. But all that changed after the Coyote came around, and I had my big 'clearing Lesson'.

And I am throwing things away! Valuable things (not many). Not even giving them to charity. Just getting rid of books and knick-knacks. Every part I do, raises energy and 'un-stuck' all of the Chi. Just half hour ago, I even sent a thank you text to my best friend who is helping me get my life back on track to 'organized' again. I need it. My life is so hectic, I need a streamlined house and system to free up more time for me.

Now I have some time to nourish my spirit!

If you notice, instead of 'first thing in the morning', coming to write, I am doing a 'little something for me' first. Yesterday I cleaned out one drawer. This morning, I started my one tarot card of the day, 'wake up project'. (It was Hawaiian Oracle card Kohala--a blessing.)

You made it, dudes!

You have raised your vibration ENOUGH so that Mama Bird doesn't have to keep feeding you little bits and pieces of Light all the time! Soon you will have 'time to fly' but for now, someone somewhere is feeding you enough Light that I don't have to be 'single-minded purpose'. It has nothing to do with you or me, in fact--what it has to do with is the grids and the energies and the entire Ascension Process! I will always be here, and my heart is yours forever. I will not go and leave you. Ever. But I will enjoy from time to time, reading a book, taking a walk, or working on my own Path when the opportunity comes.

We did well, together! And everything here is written, so that the 'people who like to sleep in' on this dawning of a new Age, will have something to use as a resource. Always feel free to re-post and re-blog any topic if it resonates with you! : )  If you ever have questions, that search box in the top right hand corner works pretty good. Just type in what you are curious about, and all of the posts that are 'related' to that topic will be listed after you enter the search question.

Life is good!

Remember, Love Is The Solution For Everything!

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

The New Chakras from Ascension

I am smiling and laughing as I write this. I didn't think it could happen to me. But it did!

I feel wonderful. Radiant. And happy.

Why?

I feel the way I do because my chakras have 'shifted'. And I passed two 'tests' and 'know' it is true.

Yesterday when I was doing self-Reiki, something was 'missing'! I reached down to my red and orange chakras. It was just 'empty space'. It surprised me, and I felt higher towards the yellow to make sure that I was not imagining things.

The yellow one was magenta-golden, not lemon-yellow like before.

Up from that was totally normal--for me, there is the green, then at the manubrium (the bump where the sternum joins the bone between the clavicles--not the sternal notch, about two inches below in me) is pink, then blue (I got a lot of energy there yesterday--and after that energy I think I wrote like eight blog posts!), indigo, white,  silver, and gold.

These new chakras are working! In yoga class, a woman came in late and put her mat next to me. 'She has cancer!' I thought. I felt the energy and I 'knew' by clair cognizance. About five minutes later, when the teacher asked if anyone has any injuries or physical limitations, she raised her left hand and said, 'I am fighting breast cancer.' The left arm had the sleeve for pressure to treat lymphedema from node dissection (her cancer had spread to the nodes for her to have had a complete dissection to need that sleeve.)

Yesterday was the acid test. My childhood was spent in bitter jealousy with my middle sister. Mom gave her everything she asked. Including the golden teapot, creamer, and sugar that was promised to me. At my grandparent's fiftieth wedding anniversary, on my father's side, my MOTHER'S side grandparents, Nana and Nanu, who are also my GODPARENTS had given that gift. Mother promised it to me to inherit it after Grandma and Grandpa 'passed' because since I had the job of the reception table and signing in guests, they had forgotten to save me a seat. I had nowhere to sit to eat. All the tables were full. I had to eat with remote cousins whom I had never met. For a twelve-year old girl, social 'shunning' like that is extremely painful. The scars ran deep, and I cried bitterly at the reception that my own family would 'forget' me as easily like that, and my Aunties and Cousins would laugh and say, 'sorry, no room here!'. Only the 'strangers' understood and made an effort to make room for me. And I was squeezed in, as an extra setting, and needed a plate and fork and napkin to be brought.

Anyhow, every time I went to my sister's house and saw that gleaming in the china cabinet, the added betrayal gave me rage. I couldn't look at it, I couldn't think straight, and the nerve of my sister to ask mom, and take it, when she very well KNEW what I wanted and why was salt in my emotional wound of 'rejection' by my 'family of origin'.  That wasn't the last time my family let me down. It was the first of many, that fiftieth wedding party! And the emblem of the broken promise was illogical and childish of me, because my sister and brother in law are the kindest people who probably had forgotten not that I wanted it, but the pain that had been caused by being forgotten. That 'tea service' was the emotional 'band-aid' that had gotten me 'over' that 'wound'.

The worst disappointment from my family was their buying a cat. I am allergic. My eyes swell shut, and my skin gets welts if I touch one, even if I am on medication. I remember the longing and jealousy I felt once when I went into the home of a classmate in high school, Melinda. She and her brother had severe allergies, and the home was the first one that I could breathe freely--no dust (like where I grew up). And after college, and marriage, that cat literally slammed the door to 'run home to safety' in my face. I could not BE in that house without getting sick. As a result, I suffered four years too long in a marriage that had been abusive emotionally. I didn't know where else to go.

I once confronted mom on the teapot (the cat got put down while she was in the hospital with her kidney transplant. The box wouldn't have been safe for her to clean, and the cat too, the hospital said. Mom still thinks the cat 'ran away'). 'How COULD you?' I asked. Mom remembered. She knew. But she said, 'Your sister ASKED. And I NEED her.' She was right. In all of this illness, the sister is the one who lives closer and has done more than myself and the baby sister to help mom. More time. Runs mom's finances. Visits and coordinates an ambulance for mom to have her follow up visit today.

Yesterday we were at the house for my niece's sweet sixteen birthday. And the china cabinet, with the shiny gold teapot, creamer, and sugar, were not even a BLIP on my 'radar'! I LAUGHED inside at what a funny story it was! A remnant of my life in the Third Dimensional 'game' of Duality, where it was 'her or me' and 'respect' and 'honor' and all of those 'messy' emotions having to do with 'survival'.

I felt great. It was the last big hurdle. Now with my new chakras I feel like a big teddy bear inside, all warm and fuzzy, all of the time! My life is turned into a 'drama-free zone'! Woo hoo!

I have to be careful though. At dinner on Saturday night I sat near a Selenium Lamp. It made me giddy without my knowing it. I had no alcohol on board--none whatsoever--and I was on an energy 'high', looking back.

Life in the Higher Dimensions is going to be a blast! I can't wait to discover MORE about it!

Love and Light and Namaste,

Reiki Doc

On Heaven, Disneyland, and Hoarders

  

Heaven is real. There are no glasses in Heaven. That is what a little boy said to his dad, after he had a near-death experience. His father made a famous Christian book. I read it. I couldn't get beyond the arguments and the mental explanations in the context of the Christian faith. I kept wondering how, if this father believed his son, he felt the need to justify himself so no one would think him a heathen, or crazy, or worse.

Heaven is a place where there is no hatred, jealousy, or anger. Its inhabitants look the same as you. There is no food, but there is shelter and you have your own home. There are periods of rest. But not like night and day as you know it. Everyone has assignments, and they work. A lot of it is helping in one way or another, for example, helping negotiators on Earth. Heaven is three feet up. That is all. Heaven is superimposed on our present reality, looks very much like it except some of the older landmarks are there also, and is slightly above it.

In Heaven, everyone is accepted, and loved. And everyone is with Bliss.

There is no Hell. People who have done awful things on Earth, if they are not immediately reincarnated, go to a holding place where they can work things out. They have racked up Karma, and will be expected to pay this back. Every one of us on Earth, at some point, has been a horrible person in one or more of their lifetimes. That is to get the full experience of being incarnated. And everyone, yes, everyone including the worst monster sociopath you could imagine, is going to have to pay every cent of their Karma back to the collective consciousness. 

Although waiting in line at The Magic Kingdom may seem like hell to some of you, it isn't. Disneyland is a very good place. Some of the precepts of Heaven are in action already. Everyone is welcome, regardless of color, or sexual orientation. Or size, for that matter. There are a lot of very heavy people walking about that park! The Disney experience promotes the imagination (manifestation), kindness, and love. Yesterday the clerk at the restaurant register gave my son a 'Honorary Citizen of Disneyland' button. Out of the blue. He said every cast member has the ability to give one out a day. And today, that boy was it.  Disneyland is a place built on the premise of happiness and safety for everyone.

Yes, they make a lot of money. Yes it is a business. Yes they are not perfect. They make mistakes.  But the principles, the purpose are closer to up There. Which brings me to our next topic: the Hoarder.

Disneyland makes their money on the byproduct of happiness--the happy memory. Every photo and souvenir, except for the shoes and clothing that is available just in case you are too wet from one of their rides, is about memories. Of making the feeling last. Of taking that memory with you. I bought several 2012 items, for having spent the first day of it with my son there is a very powerful gift. I want to remember...

People that live from the heart, for whatever reason, are sensitive to energies in their immediate environment. When I was five, I started to notice that the arrangement of the items on my dresser had a 'feel'. Placing the objects, for example, one was a glass St. Bernard dog that was about three inches tall, had a 'right feel' and a 'wrong feel' in various locations. 'Wrong' felt somewhat like brushing fur the wrong way, or chalk on a blackboard. Through my various traumas of youth, I inadvertently switched that switch 'on' and like radar, I 'sense' everything I encounter, instead of just using my eyes, ears, and mind first. They go together. 

Would not someone who is sensitive in the unseen channel, who has been through a LOT in their life, not want to make the heart connection open on a more regular basis with things that are safe? Like animals that radiate unconditional love and need it? Like toys that made our children happy? 

Would they not go by the adage, 'If it does not cry, it can wait' in running of their home, dropping physical/material needs when faced with emotional/spiritual ones? In time this becomes a defense that is quite obvious to everyone except the hoarder.

The fundamental problem here, is that we are spirits in physical bodies, on a physical plane, and we have to engage in the Here and Now whether it is our wish to or wish to avoid it at all costs.  The only way for a sensitive to have a strong foothold on the Earth, and all of its hectic ways, is to develop a strong core of inner knowing that is fed each day by grounding to the central core of Earth. That lets all the anxiety be absorbed, and quiets the mind so the heart can find its path on this Earth.

Unlike Disneyland, where the general purpose is to be a consumer, everyone on the Earth has a Plan for them that originated while in Heaven. A contract, if you will. A Life Contract. Everything you ever do or know or have met is related in some form to this agreement. In the hoarder, it is the garbage in the mind that is reflected on their Earthly realm, and until this is quieted and healed, no amount of TV show intervention is going to keep the clutter from ever coming back.

My mother, after a financial setback, began to hoard. The never-ending prosperity of Heaven is right outside of her, but she can't see it. There are many happy memories in that house, and decisions to be made that weren't. You cannot sit in that home except for a few places in the living room. The bedroom for guests is useable. As are the bathrooms and the old bedroom of my sister. But her bed, the one she slept in with father, is covered with little piles of stuff. Dad passed in that bed. She prefers the couch. No wonder.

Her gardens are beautiful and carefully kept. But inside, the temporary cure for her pain is now causing it. And through her work with the grandkids and her mother, she is not home enough to tend and care for them. The can only do the basics of food, clothing, and shelter. 

It is only natural for us to want to experience Heaven on Earth, while here in the physical plane. It is normal for us to want our Heavenly Home, to miss it. But Heaven sent us here for a Purpose, to experience ourselves in three-dimensional reality, to find En-Realment (see www.JeffBrown.com for an excellent resource on SoulShaping. He is definitely one of my SoulPod!), and be a Light on a Hill that is for others.

Enjoy your challenge in your day. You came on Earth because of it.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc