Breakfast With Annette

The phone rang in the call room at three fifty a.m. My patient wanted a bolus on the epidural--there was painful pressure down low, as the labor was more actively progressing to five centimeters.

I put my stethoscope and badge on, taking care to bring with me my wallet, my phone, my charger, and my two pens. One is a sharpie for writing on labels.

I gave the treatment, an 'additional dose' to adjust the epidural, and finished some paperwork in the O.R.  About fifteen minutes later, I checked with the nurse to make sure the patient was comfortable, and I headed downstairs.

I saw Annette the red-haired nurse reading and putting her sore leg on an extra chair. She has some knee pain. I've even given her anesthesia (and Reiki!) for her surgery. We are quite close.

As I gave her a hug I saw she had a fresh mug of coffee.

Annette likes good coffee. She also has a half gallon of REAL half and half in the nurses' fridge for everyone to share.

I asked if she had just made a pot?

She hadn't. This was from one in the morning. She asked, 'would you like me to make you some?'

I said yes! I excused myself to run down to the call room to get my own mug from home, and she limped painfully, but with a happy heart, to go make a pot.

I came back and saw 'Coffee 4:10 a.m.'  and filled my mug. It didn't smell like Annette's coffee, but was fresh, and I went to the nurses' lounge and saw her. It felt so good to have someone make coffee with a smile at that hour, I didn't care what it tastes like.

She hadn't made it. That was hospital coffee from the pouch someone else had made (by the way, at Corporate, they have bags of Peet's--I've seen it at meetings). She said, 'I can't drink that SWILL they call coffee!'

I dumped my cup and waited for hers in the blue pot--fresh Starbucks dark roast.  With a little half and half, it was perfect! I went to thank her back where she was. I gave her another hug.

She was reading a conspiracy website. That's one of the things I like about Annette. She has her views, and she makes them known. She would have been a good match for Berkeley, I think to myself...

'Did you know a little girl in the middle east (I forget where) said Jesus Is My Savior? You know what they did to her? They sewed shut her mouth and her right eye for that.'

My heart skipped a beat. Sadness overcame me. How could this be true? Being the Berkeley graduate, I asked Annette the question I've always wanted to ask but never found the answer to in my medical career. I said, carefully choosing my words, 'Annette? With you being the professional OB nurse you are, may I ask you a question because of your expertise?'

She was surprised I would be so formal, thought about it, and said, 'That depends on what you want to know?'

I asked, 'You know how they do female genital mutilation in those parts of the world? How do women who have had that have babies? I want to know.'

Annette relaxed, and her face became serious. I could tell she had her opinions about this too.

She showed me Google Images. Just look it up. Female Genital Mutilation. There are pictures of mothers holding their daughters down. You see the screams. You see the blood. You see toddlers getting it.  (if you are squeamish I would quickly skip the next part).

Medically I will explain how it works:

• The clitoris is removed with a piece of sharp glass or a razor under unsterile conditions with no anesthesia--at a minimum.
• Bleeding is brisk and nothing more than pressure is used to staunch the flow.
• There are group sessions where rows of girls are lined up.
• The urethra is below the clitoris, so if this is all that is done, urine and sex and childbirth happen with normal physiology.
• The woman will never climax in her life and never know sexual pleasure.
• This last part upsets Annette so much she says, and I quote, 'Over there, the men can't please the women so what do they do? They make women who can never be pleased!'
• She also made a comment about girls getting married off at eight or ten years old, too.
• She has taken care of about five women with this in her career.
• Most women have more than the clitoris removed. Some have both labia removed also, the labia minora (smaller inside flaps of skin) , and the labia majora (larger outside flaps of skin)
• Infundibulation is when they 'close everything up' and leave a little whole in the bottom for the menses/monthly flow to come out. 
• There is a picture of a girl with her legs lashed together, to stop the flow, and for everything to scar down and heal closed.
• Because of the scarring and the position of the urethra, urine flows out the urethral opening (which is not exposed to air, due to scarring), and down a 'tunnel' of skin and exits the 'hole' at the bottom when there has been infundibulation.
• At first intercourse--marriage--because premarital sex would hurt so no girls have it--the man entering the 'hole' which is extremely narrow causes everything to split open all the way up. The urethra is exposed if scarring is not too severe. This is extremely painful to the wife (who may be a child) and there is much bleeding.
• Sexual intercourse after this is more 'normal' but still may be painful for the woman, and she never experiences orgasm.
• Fertilization, pregnancy and childbirth are normal. 

I have seen radical vulvectomy in case of cancer. I have done anesthesia for these cases. It requires either a general anesthetic or a spinal. It is major surgery. The wounds I saw on Google Images reflect major surgery procedures done on awake children under unsterile conditions.

In my opinion this in itself constitutes torture. 

I can't understand why any society on earth permits this type of female genital mutilation. If the genders were reversed, and female circumcision was like it is now for men--and the men suffered the lack of sexual pleasure, bleeding, death, infection, and pain like the girls and women do--we would never hear the end of it until it ceased.

Like I said, Annette is a reader.

She asked me if I like to read. She suggested her favorite books-- The Haj by Leon Ellis (it has lots of history), Raptor Red  by Robert T Baker (it's a fun read--read it to your son), and The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell.

The last book is about First Contact.

There is music in the skies from extraterrestrials. All of the world loves it. Countries are scrambling to find teams to send out to space to reunite with the intelligent, loving beings from the Universe.

There is much chaos--who is going to fund the rocket? What team will go first?

Much to my surprise, the team that volunteers to go first, is the Jesuits.

They want to 'preach loving and peace to others' all over the solar system.

So the Jesuits send a team of priests.

The book flips back and forth between three times--the past, the story as it is being told by the surviving priest, and 'now' after the first contact.

So they go up and guess what? The formerly peaceful planet is filled with hate and war, and most of the population of the extraterrestrials die.

The priest is brought up on trial for 'killing a girl' which he denies.

His hands are mutilated--they become large, filleted out with flesh, painful, and useless.

Somehow he comes back to earth, and the rest is him telling his story to others.

I sat on the edge of my seat as she told me this plot.

When was this book published?

1997, one year after the Congo Invasion by negative forces--a flood of dark non-physical beings has been coming to Gaia through this wormhole from 1996 to this year when it was stopped. 

Annette has no idea of the Jesuit Agenda. Or the Illuminati. I just looked online--it you Google it, you are about as likely to get disinformation on it, as information. There is one document I had wanted to share, that really resonates...I uploaded it once somewhere. But I would really sit back and check with your inner guidance (heart, not fear/mind) on what is going on. The best source for my own awakening was this--be sure to read all the hyperlinks. It took me about nine hours to read everything: http://2012portal.blogspot.com/2012/07/normal-0-microsoftinternetexplorer4_22.html. You may also use the search box on this blog for some other explanations about them too.

These non-physical negative entities are 'highly allergic' to Goddess Energy. That is why the Catholic Church suppresses women. This is why female genital mutilation persists. Gaia is a feminine planet, but the masculine energy dominates throughout the globe.

When our Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine energies are healthy, they are both present and balanced within us.

As we heal, Gaia heals.

Please, work on yourself first, your energies. Reiki is an excellent way to achieve this. Yoga is another. Meditation. Time in Nature. Being with Like-Minded People. Doing something you enjoy, like painting or solving puzzles or reading, is good too.

Getting away from any broadcast media or electronic entertainment or film for a 'break' is also good too.

Eat healthy. Get a little sun. Exercise. Make love. Reach out to a friend in need. Volunteer to help someone less fortunate than you.

All of these things, as well as being informed about the other issues raised in this blog post, are really going to help Gaia heal, and all of her people, too.

It starts with us.

It starts with the love in our hearts.

It starts with being aware of the negative, but not wanting to fight it or dwell on it--by choosing the higher road, we take the energy and the power that is driving darkness out of our world forever.

Be Love in everything you do.

Just for today.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Reiki Doc

The Energy Of Separation Is On Its Way O-U-T.

The Energy Of Separation is on its way O-U-T.

Forever and ever.

Namaste.

What does the Energy Of Separation resemble? How does one know it is there?

I'll paint a picture of a downward spiral I am noticing as an observer. Note that I did not say, 'as an impartial observer'. I am not partial. I hate it, the Energy Of Separation I am witnessing. And when I have tried to give warning to key players at this establishment, my warning has gone unheard.

This is a spiritual place I discovered early this year.

It was everything I need and fast became my Spiritual Home. There was food, friends, and yoga. Many High Vibration people--incarnated Galactics like me--'hang out' there. I know one from Lyra, one from Orion, one Arcturian, and me, the Sirian-Pleiadian 'Mutt'. One owner is Sirian, I can tell. The other, if I had to say, would be Andromedan but that is just a guess. That one is a walking secret--shrouded in mystery--wrapped in a conundrum and sprinkled with magic.

I know what that last one is, exactly, but I am not sure if this one knows, so I won't say. But I know.

This place has a big sign inside 'Welcome Friends' and is one big 'happy family', not a cult, but a health-focused place of very high vibration and healing.

I had selected it to combine with my place on Healing on a Spiritual Level to build my dream: A West Coast City Of Light to have all the advanced healing technologies given from the Galactics as they arrive. This means HEALING without needles, just with sound, light, and energy at the deepest level on the imbalance of the energy body and Light body--to create HUGE 'cures' in the physical without   a needle, knife, or pill. I wanted partnership, the marriage of what I know, with what is known there.

But the mystery one is bored.

I can't blame him.

He wants world recognition for his gift, which is already world renown.

He wants to 'play', to 'create', and to 'do what God is telling him to do'.

Okay.

But look at the fruits since this owner decided to 'focus' and energetically and emotionally 'disconnected':

• workers are pocketing cash from cash purchases instead of putting it in the cash register.
• management is blocking every project I have offered--hospital chef, AED, and medical consultation/official Reiki Doc endorsement.
• workers are quitting left and right because there is no career option--the money could only support college kids
• The meet up group coordinator who brought LOTS of business to the establishment stepped down
• An alarm system and point-of-sale camera security has been installed
• my favorite salad recipe got ruined, and others agree. The jicama is out and some nasty fettuccini noodle bamboo shoot thing is in its place
• They 'run out' of favorite items and necessary ingredients

Even worse, there is stress.

The new venture is not going off the ground. There has been road block after road block after road block. Legal. City Permits. Dishonest Contractors. 

I'd say the Universe is giving a huge 'wake up call', wouldn't you?

Because everything that is aligned with Source and Higher Purpose (not 'ego') goes silky smooth like 'butter' and Spirit is opening opportunity Left and Right to assist with the project which is to benefit HUMANITY.

And if HUMANITY is not the goal of the project, doors slam shut. Right in your face.

Hard. 

The Energy Of Separation is a cancer, a remnant of the world of Duality, which has long since passed.

Where are my projects at this time? Happening at the hospital with the head Chef, and being wonderfully received by the vegan and vegetarian nurses and doctors that I work with. I am starting research with the best non-invasive energy-healing device on the market. Our Healers are aligned and cohesive in our extended group online, ready to assist in the time of The Event.

We are One.

This is either accepted, or not.

Spirit had sent a 'test' about six months ago to my friends who are experiencing the Energy Of Separation at their work:

• two similar concentrates of medication were given--the single dilution form of epinephrine and phenylephrine. (This drug is given to the patient in double dilute form.)
• they were labeled
• both were given to one owner, to give to the other owner, the mysterious one
• the question given by Spirit was 'which one is the one given once every five years when someone has begun to die on the operating table, and this keeps the blood pressure up to prevent the dying process, and which one is the one given every day for mild hypotension? Can you FEEL it? The energy in the vials?'
• The message is that if there are two businesses, one in each hand, one is giving the warning signs of going to 'code blue', right here, right now. Are you going to do something about it? One may very well die if this path of separation is continued, possibly BOTH.

I was not pleased to have been the messenger of such a serious message. I tried very hard to explain it--email, in person, to friends.

It fell on deaf ears.

And closed heart.

Ego is on the way O-U-T. So is the energy of Separation.

Either walk the walk, or Spirit is going to  'move on' and it moves FAST!

The moral of the story is threefold:

• know who your are, and what you stand for--unity or separation?
• look around for others, and without judging in any way, see how the energies 'stack up'--are they 3D (separation) or 5D (one Heart)?
• watch for the Hand of Spirit, or the Universe, as the energies 'align'. Is it like rubbing fur the wrong way? Or is it easy, with miracles of joy and delight and unexpected financial assistance opening up to your efforts like dominos falling in a row, one after the other, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom?

And here is one last thought:

• You know how Divine Mother (Isabel Henn) recommends 'talking to your heart'? I believe the pendulum, when used correctly, is a manifestation of the energy field of the heart. It is like a 'Heart Language Translator in the yes or no ability'. (Here is a lesson on pendulum use--it's easy and anyone can do it--http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2012/11/vote-your-pendulum.html)

Your service to the Light is very highly appreciated by the Ascended Masters, the Archangels and Angels, the Seraphim, the Galactics (our family), the Agarthans, and everyone else who is waiting to meet you! First comes The Event (and bank 're-set' which takes a few weeks), New Governance (can you imagine congress being full on honest-only representatives?), and Cleaning Up Gaia's Pollution. Then is Disclosure (UFO's have been on earth forever--look at the cave drawings!), a formal statement by all governments that 'something was held back from you about our Space Family'. Much later, there is possibility of First Contact--actually meeting face to face. It won't happen all right away, but it is carefully planned for everyone to make the 'adjustment' as smoothly and stress-free as possible.

Watch for the Energy Of Separation. Try not to 'buy into it'. It's so 'last week'! ; )

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Homecoming: Aboard Ship With A Galactic Ambassador

Last night I had a dream that was different from the rest. It felt prophetic, and real:

I was here in the French countryside, when I looked up in the sky. There are always clouds present. Up, in the distance, was a smiley-face in white cloud on blue sky. Soon, right below it was a cross. There was one more symbol, I think it was a heart.

Next I knew, I went into a house where people were gathering. I saw all kinds of friends from the Cobra conferences walking in. Many had on brown capes. I was happy to see them. There was an air of excitement because It Was Time.

Out the window, I could see many small silver things on parachutes dropping down. There was one right under the window I was at. I didn't touch it but I liked looking at it.

At that point, certain people were chosen to go on ship.

To my surprise I was one!

I went aboard. I saw Pleiadians  off at the controls to my right, and I felt their energy. I knelt and prayed, my Lord and my God you are HERE! Because it felt so Holy and yet at the same time like Home. It was super high vibration. Nobody noticed or acknowledged me. Then I started walking around. We went UP and I was surprised to hear noise. I thought it would be silent. But there was a mechanical sound that was more like a ship than a jet, and soon we were outside the atmosphere! I marveled at how smooth it was, and with the sunlight pouring in the window and the fresh air I understood how it could be possible to live aboard a ship. The guests aboard would surprise you--there were children, college sports players, adults, but no really old ones--perhaps up to sixties but not the extremes of age.

Next I knew we were lined up to meet someone. I was the second in line. The first person stammered and acted very odd when he met this 'ambassador'. I set a goal to do better.

He walked up to me and said, 'Bonjour!'.  I smiled my biggest smile, said 'Bonjour' back and asked 'Ca  va?' which is French for 'how's it going'. He was pleased and I reached for his hand to shake it. There was awkwardness. My hand wouldn't fit. All the time I kept looking at his eyes. They were blue, a very pale blue, and there was extra tissue around the eyes which were set differently from ours. His height, the shape of his face looked like ours. But the eyes were just different enough for you to want to look at them more. You could feel his gaze and it was pleasant. I took all of this in at the same microsecond he started talking back in perfect French and telling me about his travels, and this special day, and all the work they had done in order to prepare for it. Seriously, all of this happened in an instant as we tried to shake hands. He paused, and showed me how it's done:

1. get your hand into this position (do a Spock Vulcan where the index and middle finger separate from the ring and little finger, then fold all the fingers down as if you were to look at your fingernails, but leave a gap as it was between the middle and ring fingers.)
2. hold your hand like our handshake
3. the other person fits their hand yours so they meet gap to gap. Their hand will be parallel to the ground and palm down.
4. you give each other one quick shake up and down
5. you smile and let go.

He went on to the next person.

I don't remember landing or getting off the craft. I only remember being unsure of time and struggling to make sure I had coverage for an OB call the next day or if I could go to it. I thought I may have missed it.

My boy was not aboard, and I made it a point to go see him as soon as I could because I knew if I didn't come soon he would worry about me.

Aloha and Mahalo,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

First Contact 'Test'

Today I was watering the garden in the evening.

I felt a familiar presence in 'Spirit'. It was a Pleiadean I know. We 'spoke' telepathically.

He asked me 'are you doing good?'. I didn't understand. I recall I made a promise once to serve the Light. I assured him, 'yes' and listed the activities I had done for the Resistance Movement.

He introduced me to five humanoids to see my reaction. They were:

• The 'Megamind' in silver: this one was same height as us, big head, nice smile, normal body. Energy was quiet, receptive. It did not communicate with me besides a smile and a nod.
• The Equine: Horse head, brown, same size as horse, human-like body. Walked on two legs. I thought, 'I always wanted a horse!' then remembered how the Unicorn I once 'met' reacted to my wanting to fly on him. Very curt, very politely upset. I didn't want a 'repeat' and made my thoughts 'blank' on 'judgement' from that point. Energy was intelligent, approachable.
• The Butterfly:  kind of 'different'. Big head, like in the movie 'The Fly'. Thin body, humanoid enough, kind of like 'Stitch' but very thin. Big wings in back, iridescent and taller than 'him'. The energy was kind of apprehensive of my reaction. I played it cool and thought, 'Hey, I bet someone I know is one of you--you look alike!' It worked. I felt them relax and be glad to have it over.
• The Dolphin: Looked like a Dolphin and was upright, about as tall as the rest of us. The energy was quiet, polite, and curious about me. I wasted my 'meet and greet' trying to figure out how it walked...how embarrassing. I was told I would get to see that 'next time'.
• Jabba The Hut:  I asked to see the hardest one to look at. Big bug eyes, sort of frog like, sort of green complexion, I had a visceral reaction. I was acutely aware of his feelings when I looked at him and reacted. I didn't want to hurt its feelings, but I was so shocked by its appearance that I did. It understands, but I still feel bad about it.

Then the Pleiadian stepped aside. I met many I had seen before. It had been a long time since the last I saw them. They are the ones that sit at the control panel, but they stood up. They wear ivory suits trimmed in gold and gold boots (kind of like a wrestler would wear, the boots. The rest is more fashionable, kind of like the nineties' clean lines.)

I was delighted to see them! I relaxed completely, and agreed, 'It's been a long time!' I asked if everyone was doing okay? We hugged each other, and smiled. It felt good to be in their presence.

I had a one-on-one meeting with one who stood behind them. This is confidential between me and this one.

Before it was time to go, I made a small speech. I knew they 'understood without my saying' but I wanted to express my gratitude to them on behalf of their work, to the Pleiadian, and to the 'other' for helping to support me in my assignment. I asked them to keep up the good work. I spoke slowly and simply, but it was important to me that I did.

(I was watering the garden the whole time. And my son interrupted and gave me a banana peel for the compost pile. It really is like when you are watching a movie, and someone interrupts. You can 'switch' back and forth just the same as at the theater. Your 'focus' of attention simply diverts and comes back.)

I was asked to share this by the Pleiadian, so I am. (I also checked with my Pendulum for accuracy that this message was from the Light before I wrote any of this down, as well.)

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Galactic "Anthropology": It Starts With Food!

I made these cupcakes for a potluck yesterday

It all starts with food!

Yesterday a friend who manages an Outback restaurant offered my son a free plate of food at a street carnival. I saw him hand one with ribs and salad and bread to him. I made a mental note--ribs for him, salad for me--and looked forward to sharing it together.

Next I knew, the salad disappeared and only ribs were on the plate! 

I asked him what happened? No sooner had the words popped out of my mouth, than our friend saw I was hungry, and offered me a plate for myself to eat, ribs, salad, bun, everything!

It was one of those moments when time stands still.

I looked at the ribs.

I looked at the arm extended with the plate.

I looked at the face of the friend, with a total gesture of love and generosity of spirit and JOY of giving in the smile, the crinkles at the eyes, and deep within to the windows of the soul.

Like lightening, the thought came to me:

what is more important--the meat or the soul of the person who is sharing it with me?

My heart knew what to do. I took the plate. I thanked him profusely. I went right where he could watch us sit down, and I ate it. I enjoyed it! (My son, who is freaking out about 'his new mom' relaxed at seeing me eat ribs.)

I said to him, 'God gave this. I eat ribs once a year. This is it!'.

Here is an example of how I was on the 'giving' end of the same situation reversed with the Galactics:
http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2012/09/all-aboard.html
I still feel the sting of shame and humiliation, although unintended, by their reaction to my offering of milk and cookies to them.

I took my son out to dinner at a new Italian restaurant near our house. They are famous for a homemade sausage factory. I had my order all set, eggplant parmesan. But my boy wanted to try out their homemade sausage instead of meatballs and asked for a taste.

They made two tastes.

Next thing I knew, one was on the end of a toothpick being handed to me. I looked at the meat, the hand, up the arm, and to the face filled with pride at the family tradition on the end of that toothpick.

I took the meat. It tasted awful because I no longer eat meat. I smiled, and said, ' You know, I don't eat meat, but for you, this time, I make an exception! This is DELICIOUS!' for it was 'good meat', I just 'don't like meat', yes?

You should have seen the total smile, beaming, on the worker's face that I accepted his 'gift' to me, and enjoyed it.

So what does Spirit have to say about food? Well, funny you should ask! Matthew Ward had a message about it just channeled 'fresh' yesterday: http://galacticchannelings.com/english/matthew04-07-13.html
It is very reasonable, and permissive and directing you to find the optimum health for all of you, your body, mind, soul, and Vibration. (Scroll halfway down in the article to find it.)

For two weeks now, a massive 'getting to know one another' has been going on between the Agarthans in Inner Earth and the Galactics, who have established First Contact in that realm. There is a lot of adjustment being navigated between the two 'families' of Light.

Our time is on the horizon. Surface Gaia is next. We don't know when, exactly, or how, but what happened in Egypt on July 3, 2013 is a dress rehearsal for The Event. After that is Disclosure. At a later time, First Contact. When this joyful reunion happens,  I want you to be as beautifully open, at ease, and loving as this little girl is here looking like it is the most natural thing in the world to be 'hanging out' at the Mayan Ruins in Mexico.

Because it is.

We are One Family. No matter what we eat. We eat to stay alive.

And next time, if someone in ceremonial attire in the wilds of Indonesia offers me a crawling bug on a stick, I'll look at the bug, up the arm, and to the smile and eyes and spirit of the one who is offering it to me to eat it.

It is only one bug.

It is worth it, the price of earning their trust and keeping Goodwill between us.

I can always reach for the glass of water and help wash it down. It won't kill me.

Nor will it kill you to reach outside your comfort zone to accept the hand that is extended in Love and wants to welcome you home as Family, and embrace you once again.

It has been a long time waiting.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

"I Am A Child Of The Stars'

This was sent to me by a close friend. I read Chapter One, and am looking forward to reading the rest.

Please note the similarities with another post I have written, some weeks ago.

The article:
http://www.infiniteunknown.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/amibook.pdf

My blog post, which is secondary confirmation to the article:
http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2012/09/all-aboard.html


I adore the Pleades, the tiny constellation in the sky. It looks like a diamond with one extra 'stick' at the end of it. The Seven Sisters. Something tiny, beautiful, and linked to the number 7 much like me, I would think as a little girl. Every time I view it, with my eyes, it gives me great joy and hope.

Now I understand why.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Disclosure! OMG!

We have a gift for you. Come and see!

I had a long day at work. Someone I care about most likely got fired. My anesthesia tech. (you can see a blog about who they are and what they do, and how they help patients). I am incredibly saddened.
The kids are with their dad. I work on Sunday. But an emergency meeting got called at work at 0800 tomorrow, Saturday. My one day off! Shot to heck. I had just spend two hours on the phone with a close friend, catching up, wishing them a happy birthday. The pets are hungry. Even I have skipped dinner. I wondered what it could be that is so great? I felt excitement at the words. I sensed to come here to the computer.

Frankly, I was excited to see the stats for this blog. It was a good day. Then I came across this on my blogroll:

http://kauilapele.wordpress.com/2012/09/14/video-from-inlight-radio-i-know-my-galactic-family-is-here-do-you-ufo-disclosure/

Paydirt! It was Disclosure. And it wasn't what I ever thought it would be.

Remember what I blogged about recently? Not to trust the news? You are so much more when it comes to relationships? My three-dimensional self had been looking at the front page of the paper daily, hoping for 'proof'. Here it was, people from all over the world, with key leaders in the alternative news, sharing this simple message of Light:

I know my Galactic Family is here. Do you?

I am not a first-contact junkie. I never have been willing to put my hopes on a future when I have work, very necessary work, in front of me today. I help people. I help them every way I can. In the O.R. a family member of someone who had been murdered in a brutal way was my patient. Spirit sent her to me, and this person sucked up reiki like they were starving. It was no accident this soul in pain ended up in my care.  I blog. I am on Facebook. I am on Twitter. Someone today at the nurses' lounge shared they added the reiki feature for twenty bucks to their spa treatment at Glen Ivy tomorrow--they know about me. And today, at their request,  I gave salt pellets in pretty sheer drawstring bags to the Charge Nurse and the Nurse Educator to Feng Shui their office. (and to suck up negativity!) The night scrub tech who knows I am 'highly clairvoyant' is waiting to hear about my experience with the ghosts of Victoria, BC!

Life is good! I am incredibly blessed with my work in Spirit, which I do in partnership with my Reiki Guides who are from my Galactic Family, although I have always thought of them as guides and nothing else. With their guidance, I have been in a Light Box. I have healed from it. And as soon as anything wonderful of Spirit and Light takes place, I come and share it with you!

Seeing the craft in the skies, in these video clips strung together into the main presentation, brought up feelings I did not ever expect to have at this moment: familiarity. Like that, 'what is that word, I am trying to think of it, it is just right on the tip of my tongue' feeling. I knew it. In some way, in some time, but I don't know. I have seen them with my own eyes, and felt their presence, but never thought of that to share, except with my children...with my family. <3 I guess we are all Family now, aren't we?

Try to see what feelings come up inside of you when you watch it. But only if you are ready.

Here is the direct link, if you do not wish to click over to KP and what he has to say. And share it!

Here is the link to YouTube if it doesn't pop up: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulWK-Ni-xiw&feature=colike

As ever, Love and Light to you. My heart soars like an eagle!

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

What I Saw This Morning At Seven

I saw a spaceship today. In a cloud. It was near my work. 

It looked like a cloud. But there was a row of windows in the front, near the point of the wedge. And to the left about five 'portholes'. Very faint. I have been watching the Galactic Federation of Light on the Komurosan YouTube Channel for months, and I have seen very faint markings on some of the clouds like that.

But if you want to see a real one, about two thirds the way through this video by 777Alaje, there is one. He outlines it. It is in the shape of a dolphin.

Alaje is a Pleadian. He is from the Pleades. He incarnated here to help with the transition.

I know this is not very medical. Or very Reiki. But this is the best I have seen one. It felt like, natural, to see it.

Look up. 

Look around you.

Do not be afraid.

This is an exciting time for all of us!

Namaste,

Dratzo! (one of the ascended masters always says that. I think it is Sirian or Syrian...)

Reiki Doc