Diagnosis: Three Hots And A Cot

In medicine, we do not arrive at a single diagnosis.

We carefully weigh the information collected from the patient, the physical examination, the tests, and our gut feeling to arrive at a differential diagnosis. This is a list of all of the things that could be causing the chief complaint that brings the patient to the hospital.

This time of year, on coldest nights of winter, there is a new diagnosis that rises up the list.

Everyone who has ever been an intern and been called by the ER to evaluate a patient for admission knows it; the diagnosis is 'Three Hots And A Cot'.

The patient is hungry and cold.

They do not have a place to go.

Staying outside would mean possible hypothermia and death.

They are smart enough to know the 'ticket' that gets them one night in the hospital--chest pain.

Both doctor and patient know the score while you examine them. There is absolutely no discomfort at all, and these patients do not look like any cardiac patient you have ever seen. All the labs are normal. But to rule out an M.I. (heart attack) takes three sets of labs and EKG's taken eight hours apart.

The hospital has to pay for it. Sending anyone out who is possibly having cardiac issues that are treatable (angioplasty and stent, possibly cardiac surgery) makes the hospital even more liable.

Three Hots And A Cot

Somebody wants food and lodging so much they will say anything, do anything to get it.

Who is at fault?

What kind of society is it where there is no food and shelter for everyone? Wouldn't it be cheaper for the hospital administration to open the gymnasium instead? What if the hungry one does not seek shelter and dies from exposure? Whose karma is it to pay back?

Please consider giving to your local shelter this season. There is great need for warm clothing and blankets. They do not have to be new. This is just as important as toys for the children at the holidays.

Give both.

And while you're at it, give Reiki. Put it in everything that you give. Send it distance to all who are in need of it who do not have a place to live, a home.

Usui-Sensei did. He served this population for seven years, legend has it.

Thank you to all whose 'calling' is to help all of these homeless people.

In 5D Three Hots And A Cot will never happen again; there will be enough for everyone to survive. It will be fair, and there will be no taking advantage of each other for survival again. No 'me versus them'.

We shall experience the Unity of our hearts, forever and ever and ever.


Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,


Reiki Doc

have a fantastic day!

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Orso

Archangel Gabriel woke me up this morning. 'I have a message for you.'

I asked him very politely if he would mind if I excused myself to the restroom first. He gestured, 'Go!'.

I came back, and he had me arrange the pillows like a 'beach chair' and to put my journal on my lap. But I was super sleepy. He said, 'Rest' and I fell asleep just like that for an extra two hours.

All day long, in the back of my mind, I wondered what He was going to say?

But instead, I arrived to work on time--I had a late start. I anesthetized my patient. I relieved a coworker, although my heart had wanted me to go to where my heart had planned to go (I had extra clothes and everything for lunch--it's a long story). It looked like I'd be there late. So I ate some 'bosses day' chinese noodles in the nurses' lounge before I relieved my colleague to go see her kid recite a project in her first grade class.

You know, OR people are nice. Dusty said, 'Yes, there's enough food, you can eat.' because I didn't pack my lunch, but the nurses and techs had bought for their bosses. The nurses teased the male nurse with the peanut allergy. Everything he went to eat, they'd say, 'There's peanut in it'. We all knew if he 'blew up' we could resuscitate him. But it's just our kind of humor. There were cute cupcakes and cake, but I didn't eat.

There was a one hour delay before my case. I accepted it, and instead of socializing, I set out to walk around the hospital and make some Vitamin D.

As I relaxed, the phone rang--it was another colleague who was finished and offered to relieve me!

So I went, I followed my heart, and sat alone in the loneliest corner of the restaurant because it was so full! I face the front door (good Feng Shui) and I people watched.

I saw many Buddhist monks and nuns--four, two separate parties, and I never have seen any there before. I watched the owner, who has taken a vow of silence, interact with them, Buddhist to Buddhist. And I was overwhelmed with sadness for them--they feel that they have to do some pretty drastic things to get 'enlightenment'--their own connection to Source. My Source allows me to speak to dead people, help souls cross to the Light, help heal many many people including online friends, and connect with like-minded people. I keep my hair. I can touch men and women--Buddhists can't touch women, not the monks--I know in the hospital it is a big deal for patient care. Doctors are the only exception, nurses too. I can laugh, I can talk, I can argue with Source, I can howl in pain from my breaking heart. I can hug trees, talk to fairies and animals...and because I don't like it, I don't eat meat, but I am not 'chained' to it. I felt compassion for those who have to follow what they are taught to find God...

Next, a regular, we'll call her 'Bee', came in, and filled my empty seat at my table. She does colonic therapy. She actually had miraculous healings herself, including a severe cashew allergy. She woke up to a voice that said, 'the allergy is GONE' and what used to make her throat swell, stopped! Rashes, endometriosis, and hypothyroid cleared by listening to her intuition, too. In her own words, 'I am in control of my vehicle'.

Bee is from Arcturus.  She is Arcturian, and 'woke up' about six years ago. But she has a serious case of ADD. You know those 'implants' Cobra talked about? She has one. I could tell. Whenever she would start to get some clarity on her 'Mission' in 5D, it was like someone short-circuited her with a big ZAP and the thinking would get 'switched' to another topic. The poor woman has no idea of these 'implants' but I saw it being used to 'keep her down' spiritually, big time.

That being said, she offered ME a colonic. I declined. She asked why and I shared how I have seen perforated bowel in the O.R, and my gastroenterologists say there's more harm than good. This is because the water is not monitored for pressure in the bowel. Every bowel is different, and a blocked one with a tumor won't fit all that water in! Or the introducer could tear delicate rectum as it is placed by a not-so-careful technician. I also asked about c. difficult and contact isolation precautions to prevent infection transfer from one patient to the next. The equipment was sterile, and something else she 'cleaned' but it was 'because she thought it was good' and not standardized or mandatory. And wiping down the room? No. http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2012/09/hey-healer-cooties-and-you.html

She took it well, and was fascinated and wanted to learn MORE about how to care for the colon. I offered to mention her interest to my most open-minded gastroenterologist, and perhaps they could meet?

Next I met a bulldog named 'Shirley'. Shirley is the wife of an anesthesiologist, a vegan, and interested in the project I have with the cafeteria/chef at my work. She wants us to get vegan catering there, and then get her husband's work 'in on it'. Shirley has been vegan so long she thinks doctors are not smart enough to figure out a 'switch' to soy fake meats in the doctor's dining room. She also believes a petition to the management would 'get them in'. I told her the cold hard facts--doctors like meat, the Chef at work is the only one with pull, and no compensation can be put on the deal yet because it is to serve humanity (hospital staff and patients) by making vegan options available to them--tasty ones.

We went round and round on the issues. It was a real downer seeing someone put something so stupid like a price tag on a way to make suffering less and health more. Just like with Bee, when you have your Mission and Commit to it, the Universe follows through with all kinds of opportunity coincidences! It is just like dominos falling against each other, boom boom boom boom boom...

By that time, I was estrogened out. I sought relief and I got it.

In any interaction with another, the STRONGEST Vibration Wins. It can be positive or negative, but it is the most intense energy that will affect the weaker one.

I held my own, but I sought out the testosterone corner (other owner, the silent one) just for a balancing effect.

I came home.

And Gabriel ushered me to my room. My kid is with Dad, it's Wednesday...

Guess what?

It's official.

I made it.

He did it and congratulated me. He said I was 'very close' and 'there wasn't much for him to do to make it happen' and 'it was like sweeping sand off a piece of wood'.

There is a wonderful warm feeling of peace and Love in my heart center now.

My body and soul are anchors for The Event.

I'll share more as it occurs...

And after the ecstasy of Archangel Gabriel and his message? I watered the plants and worked in the garden.

There's work tomorrow. And it's another day. But a very different one at that.

Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. Orso is Italian for Bear. I wanted today to have the theme of how it feels to be 'there'--just like the love and security in this scene:

In My Own Skin--For The First Time

This morning I saw a truck on the way to work that I had never seen before. I was praying, praying over one of the most challenging areas of my lifetime. I was giving up hope of relationship because my ego. At the hint of possible 'connection' my ego has a tendency to go bezerk like bridezilla. It gets out of my control, I don't like it, the person I am when I am 'trying to get someone to like me'. It blows any chance away of any 'connection' of worth and lasting strength.

I told the guy I like I am not interested in a romantic relationship. In writing. I said basically, I love you like a brother. 

It was because I am not ready to let go and be myself. This 'person', this 'ego' takes all of the fun away.

I also did it because I wish for MORE than a romantic relationship--I want something that is REAL and Right for both of us. A relationship where EGO is not involved in any way from either person.

In the car while I was praying, I prayed for my heart. And when I did, here comes this truck. Spirit sent the 'message' vibration as I saw the words in huge font:  Dedicated Lily/

So for most of the day, unlike others before it, I was present. Here and now. And because of it, I spent the day in anguish, pain, and feeling hopeless about my life's future in partnership.  I felt like these beautiful delicate flowers all by themselves in a field. Just me.

I knew in my heart it was for the best. Better to have NO relationship than a BAD relationship. And it would have been BAD because of my ego. Better to cut it out.

Then the most amazing things happened in my world of Reiki at work!

• My circulator told a patient in front of me that she was 'lucky to have the best. She is very holistic and uses Reiki on her patients.' I asked the patient, who 'perked up' suddenly, if she was 'into that sort of thing?'. She said an enthusiastic YES! So I asked if she wanted Reiki treatment. She agreed. I offered to give her a 'report' of my findings from the Reiki intraop. Her husband was there, and pleased with the exchange. I am taking Reiki to the next level in my work!
• My Reiki student from Kenya scrubbed today. We spoke and I shared with him 'Cletus'. He was interested in the financial intel that is hidden in the end of the article.
• Dr. Joe L sat next to me in the doctor's lounge. The book is in publication now. There is a warmth now between us, a mutual respect, and I really like that a lot. I think amazing things can happen at any time! (especially thanks to the big white vortex I placed in the Doctor's Dining Room about two years ago...) http://www.basichealthpub.com/author.php?AuthorID=231
• I brought my own organic sprouts and tomato into the dining room, and cut them up on my plate. I added beets and black beans to my 'salad'. Everyone can see I changed what I eat. I 'minister' without saying a word.
• I saw our Chef for the hospital. We are friends. He's been in that Dining Room (with the Vortex) every day for years now. He is showing interest in learning more techniques, and I said, 'why not RAW vegan?'. He offered to work at my favorite restaurant 'for free just to LEARN'. I spoke with the owner--we gave him RAW vegan food for dummies AND a one hundred dollar gift certificate to the restaurant AND her cell phone number to arrange for a tour of both kitchens, the vegan and the RAW vegan one! Can you imagine how many people will benefit when the lead of all food at the hospital gets these new skills and masters them?
• When I dropped off the Reiki patient in recovery room, my good friend CJ was there as the nurse. CJ is Jewish, and watched over me and my boy like a mother hen when I had surgery myself. She is the only one that visited up on the floor. When the patient asked about the Reiki, CJ got curious. She asked for a healing, which I did, on her arthritic hands. I felt the Reiki flow. She smiled in wonder and amazement--'I can feel it in your hands! I feel heat! What is that?!'  And she felt better.
• The neck I treated on another coworker months ago is doing 'okay' and definitely 'not worse'. Reiki sticks!
• In the Doctor's Lounge I took my Flower Essence drops. I am healing deep from within my soul with them. The guys in there, the docs were like, 'WHOA! What is THAT?' and I explained it. Four dudes were totally interested in natural healing, and they worked in medicine, as doctors and reps!
• My urologist sat at the table with me in the Doctor's Lounge later, before our case. My colleague from the group was present. The urologist asked about Dr. Joe L's book. And then about Reiki. I explained it. (I knew my colleague was interested). The urologist, who is Vietnamese, said, 'It's like Kung Fu! the CHI....' I agreed. I also said the Reiki 'is like my hobby' and 'I teach others to do it.' and 'there is no side effect'. He wants the healing for his father who is having dementia really bad. I offered to give the surgeon a healing sometime just so he could check it out.
• My neighbor who is moving showed me her bruised finger. I healed it as we spoke. I saw the swelling and bruise get better as I worked.
• She was so excited she went back into the house and asked politely, even though I am allergic, to give Reiki to her cat. It has herpes of the eye, and needs surgery. She wants to avoid the surgery with the Reiki. Because it was left eye, and I felt the cat's vibration, I understood why it was sick. It was more than just 'she is stressed'. I tried my best to comfort the kitty on all ways I could 'connect'

Things are stacking up for Reiki in ways I never imagined. With each question, I have to think and adjust my energy to 'match' the best 'level' of reply to 'make the most sense' to them. I recall the patience of Cobra, Lady Isis, and the Dalai Lama, and model my responses after them. Their being one hundred percent love and patience 24/7 inspire me!

On the one hand I am excited to know that Reiki is really taking off. On the other, I am a little concerned about how I will be able to handle it as more interest appears in the Doctors With Reiki philosophy in medicine. Combining Eastern medicine with Western truly is the most advanced medicine we know of at this time.

My friend, writer Tig Monk, blogged something about relationship that was exactly where I was at. It was about being present, in the now, and just enjoying whatever connection there is. He said most people ruin relationship by trying to control the other so as not to feel their insecurity and anxiety. I laughed and realized in my pain at least I was experiencing mine!

It feels so good to write this. I have peace for the first time today, about my heart. I can face anything if I set my mind to it. And my decision is to surrender to my emotions, even the not so 'cuddly' ones, because that is what I am this moment now.

I also accept that nothing can stop two people who are destined to be together from meeting, such as soul mates and twin souls. We ARE connected through distance and time because there never really 'was' a separation, on a soul level, due to the principle of non-locality. (this is a spiritual concept that is really cool. Quantum theory proves it, too, with the experiments that show one molecule can affect another--or atom or particle...something like that--even when they are not touching and may be some distance apart.)

I actually got a quick message today. From 'Him'. He gave me a big basket or platter with spirit flowers. He paid attention to me intently. I asked, with surprise, why He was here? He said 'I came to see you.'

I asked, 'Is this real?'

He said, 'there are two reals--you where you are sitting right now, and this where we can talk to each other across distance. Both are real.'

'But I am LONELY!' I was confused, because here I was trying to process my emotions, and they weren't so good.  I was feeling awful about being alone forever in this moment here and now and really having the courage to face that. I was ready for however long it was going to take to feel my feelings I need to feel so I can heal, right?

Then He shows up!

He explained how he 'knew' and thought to say hello.

I paused. I worked very hard to collect my thoughts and feelings. Then I understood what Right Action meant for me in this situation.

I thanked him for the flowers. I thanked him for the visit. And then He left.



Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. One of the nicknames Blessed Mother calls me is 'Lily'. <3

Goodbye Uncle Rainy

Legend says at the center of a Celtic Cross time stands still

I walked in to the restaurant, and spied my cousin, who I have not seen since the last funeral. He welcomed me with open arms. Once, he had taken me out line dancing, and we talked about our divorces and swore to keep up. His wasn't the dad that passed. It was our mutual uncle.

His father, came next, and gave me a big hug. The family millionaire, made in real estate investments and flipping houses, this uncle gave the nicest hugs. I have since discovered that behind those hugs are some nasty skeletons in the family closet. But since I have only three Uncles left, and this one never laid a hand on me, I hugged him back and was genuinely glad to see him.

Next came the daughter, the middle child of the deceased Uncle Rainy, let us call her Bree. Childless, she married her childhood sweetheart around the time of Uncle Rainy's accident. Both the bride and the groom had fathers in wheelchairs at the wedding that was over thirty years ago. Uncle Rainy was a quadriplegic. I greeted her husband too. He is one who never looks you in the eye and is in sales.

Around this time I started to notice something odd. All three of the surviving children were not seated together. There were entire sub-family groups at far different tables!

Bree was at the one with my sister, my brother-in-law, and Crazy Uncle Dee. They were close, and were in close contact. We often saw Bree at our family events. Dee had glass after glass of alcohol at the table.

At the next table was Cousin Dick. He too had a drink in hand. I won't go into it, but apparently his name was, ah, rather 'matching' his personality? His children were across the room with their significant others. Their mother was cousin Susie, who has channeled messages to me once or twice in my book. There was a nasty divorce over his hooking up with a mother from his son's roller hockey team.  I met her, and was surprised she calls his kids 'her children' when last I knew, only a few years ago, they were all adults at the time of their bio mom's death. She raised them, single, for like, eight years since the divorce before succumbing to cancer. Her children were devastated by her loss, and have never recovered. They are civil with their dad.

There was a table with the relatives, the sister of the deceased and their family. I hadn't seen them for thirty years. It was nice to see them again.

The one I wanted to see was Annie. Annie is the cousin I was closest to at family gatherings. I had always felt sad for her. Annie had married a black man, and this did not go over well with the family back thirty years ago. She had two children, and there were rumors that the husband was a drug dealer and that she should leave him.

All I know is that Nanu threatened not to go to my wedding if I invited her.

If it wasn't for Facebook, I would not have had contact with her at all. And this has only been in the last three or four months.

When I saw Annie, she was the only one who was crying. She was so depressed. Her best friend sat with her. Both were drinking it up. Annie told me how her friend took her shopping to buy something new for the funeral. Annie had devoted her life to taking care of Uncle Rainy. But only at the end, the last five years. I didn't ask questions. 

She showed me a picture of her dad in the coffin. I was so glad to see him. It had been five years since I last made a trip to the house. 

The story she told would make you cry. 

You know, when people are near death, they are pretty uncomfortable the couple of weeks before. I remember my grandma (dad's mom) calling me in a panic, at all hours of day and night, while I was in medical school, saying, 'I can't breathe!'. I would listen, and ask if she was doing everything her doctors were telling her to do. She would say 'yes' and I would say, well, you are doing everything right then, aren't you? She had terrible congestive heart failure, and there wasn't much left that could be done.

Apparently Uncle Rainy, full of cancer, couldn't feel any pain--'a blessing, his doctor said--from the cancer. But the malignant pleural effusion was what started to make him panic in the end. There was hospice involved, and some miscommunication about the hospital when in panic, Uncle Rainy said he wanted to go to the ER. Cousin Dick ended up taking him, and as the ambulance came, the father whispered into his daughter Annie's ear that he loved her forever, and they both knew it was the last time she would see him again.

Dyfunctional with a Capital 'D' Uncle Rainy said, in Spirit, when I started to notice the seating arrangements in the room earlier.

He was right. For all of his millions as a 'smart businessman' (after the lawsuit settlement from the accident and 'investments' after), Dick and Bree hadn't wanted to buy him a new suit. He wanted to be buried in a blue suit and a white shirt. Annie had to argue with them that all he had was sweats and tee shirts, but he used to wear suits, wanted to be buried in one, and could afford it. 'But do we have to buy him the pants?' Bree asked. 

He was buried in a grey suit with a blue shirt, Annie said, barely hiding her disappointment. He did get, however, the same type of funeral as his wife, Auntie Ann (no church, just people talking), and 'something for everyone to eat afterwards'.

Annie says she has no place to live. She lived in Uncle Rainy's home with him. There had been so much conflict over the family finances that each has a lawyer, making a total of three over the estate. All he wanted was for peace and to know that Annie would be treated fairly by her siblings. Uncle Rainy had cut them off to make a point to respect her, but the older two said it was Annie 'twisting things around in his mind' and sought legal counsel after the 'gift money' stopped.

Five years ago, I was shocked to see upstairs in that house. Downstairs was where Uncle Rene lived, it was beautiful with everything he could need, and updated. Upstairs was where Dick was. It was filthy and falling apart. He drank, just like his mommy.  And Bree used to be the alternate caregiver, until Annie came on the scene, and then the family grew more strained. All the while there were professional caregivers both day and night to help with his nursing care.

I noticed today Bree, and Dick, and their spouses, looked like cats with a big bowl of cream to enjoy. At the table, Bree was already talking about going shopping at the nearest outlet mall. 

Uncle Rainy wanted me to talk to you about this today. The whole situation that he left behind.

And to leave with these questions:

1. Do you think it will matter who gets the money now that he is passed?
2. Who of the three children is most likely to Ascend? Annie, Bree, or Dick?
3. What is going to happen to the family ties when 'money goes away'?
4. Who listened to their heart and married for love and was ahead of their time?
5. Why were the children not able to rise above their differences, and give their wealthy father the peaceful death he so desired?

These are the kind of thoughts that gets the separation between Duality and the Higher Dimensions clearer when you are an impartial observer.

I love all three of my cousins. I spent time talking with each of them today.

But I also have a bit of advice: watch out for those who spend other people's money and do not earn it themselves.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc