Breakfast Squares

When I was a kid, I was sick a lot. Most often it was upper respiratory things, such as strep throat and ear infections. It was always my neck and above. But the worst, and the hardest one to heal from, was my teeth.

I was 'dentally retarded'. That is, my baby teeth were slow to come out. For orthodontics, I needed to have all of them out at once. An oral surgeon put me to sleep and took out eight teeth at the same time. All that was left were the ones in front, from eye tooth to eye tooth above and below, and four molars in the back, one on each corner.

There was pain. At first I lived on yogurt. and cool liquids. My gums were too weak and I had to re-learn how to chew so that it would not hurt. This went on for some time.

Then mom brought me some of these breakfast foods that were popular back in the times. They were called Breakfast Squares. Mind you this is way before the concept of a breakfast wrap.

Breakfast Squares came in a foil packet, and were between two by two inches and three by three inches square. They came two to a packet. I thought, 'oh my gosh I'll never eat all that!'. But I was sick of yogurt and liquids. So I gnawed. I took a little bite of the corner, like the tiniest bite you can. And it was good! This is how I learned to eat again. Through the Breakfast Squares. Slowly. And about two weeks later, I had my first bite of cheeseburger. That was a momentous day! As my mouth healed, and the teeth grew in,  I ate more and more of my familiar foods.

Is there a Breakfast Square in your life?

Let me make an example: my babysitter who almost married my Uncle. They were in love, and I hoped she would one day be my aunt! It was like Heaven. Then out of the blue, she ran off and got married to some old guy with glasses whose parents were rich. She broke my Uncle's heart. But we never held anything against her. (she grew up without a father, and we figured that had something to do with her actions).

On Sunday, at my Mom's house, I showed her Facebook. We looked everybody up from the old neighborhood. Babysitter was the first to accept me as a friend. She actually came on Chat with me.

My psychic connection to her was wide open. I understood. She had pain being reconnected to the past.

She had doubts. She typed and erased and typed and erased, you can see it 'so and so is typing' and then it goes blank. I picked up that she still loved my Uncle. She turned away Love for Security, which is a different kind of love. Now she has a daughter, son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter who is as cute as a button.

Her brother died of a freak accident about five years ago. And she stopped speaking to her sister about ten years ago.

Here we were flooding her with love and gratitude for having found her, and she is holding back because 'I am grayer and fatter'. 

What is it she can't digest?

Love.

The most simple and natural of things.

I am studying 'Invisible Gifts of Power' by Caroline Myss, M.D. She says our capacity to give is connected to our security in our own survival. She goes as far as to say that a meal can hurt or help, depending on whether the giver also gives a sense of hope along with it. 

This blog is a Spiritual Gift of Intellect and Spirit. I adore sharing with you. I don't get paid. I have my day job. I am starting to meet people who don't get paid who are powerful workers of Spirit online. One that comes to mind first is Tom Campbell. He is one smart dude. He figured things out. Literally. The Big TOE is his Theory On Everything. You might want to check it out. Only gets reimbursed for expenses, travel, food, room.  There are others. Evita Ochel, who is head of Evolving Beings, makes videos for YouTube, and that is how I saw Tom. So the company I keep, metaphysically, vibrates at a very high rate. We are all phenocite crystal people.

Caroline Myss, M.D. spoke of a model, who took away hope of a new model at her first show. She went against her intuition. And Caroline gives example of people who feel the urge to help someone, but don't follow it, and feel guilty after.

If you are like this, you have no Spiritual Teeth. Something has taken them out from you. You need to grow them before you can be whole in Spirit again.

Find your Breakfast Square and gnaw on it. Don't settle for ice cream and yogurt. There is so much more in the banquet of life! To be enjoyed! And experienced. Know where you are. And that it is not a permanent condition. Love your pet. Smile at the homeless. Call your mom. Maybe spend time with her. Learn to interact again with others.

How do you start? By taking out the older and grayer self-judgements that are blocking you to love's flow. There are a hundred and ninety million ways to love, not all of them physical/sexual/romantic. Let the Universal Light Energy flow. Any time you think a grey thought, challenge it. Is this true? Is this kind? Would I tell my daughter or son this as truth? 

Once the heart center is opened, you never want to go back to the way you were in the past.

Life holds miracles.

Find them.

Starting with your heart today.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Bliss, Love and Harmony

Yesterday was better than most. I experienced a level of lovingkindness I had not experienced in a long time. Things are different. I think Reiki has been a huge part of it.

I was on call for OB. It had been an incredibly slow day. Then business started picking up. First a call for a blood patch, I prayed for guidance as I talked to this woman, with the not-so-great insurance that had a complication twice with her anesthetic. A high block, and then a spinal headache the following day. I was surprised at my candidness, and calm in that situation. She chose the patch, it went in.  And I was called away upstairs to the Unit to intubate a Leukemia patient.

"God Bless You!" the nurse said when I arrived at the room. "Thank you so much for coming so fast."

He was actively dying. And alert. In terrible respiratory distress. I looked at the armband and using his first name explained who I was, what I was going to do, and what to expect after. He had had the breathing tube before. Once asleep and intubated, blood pressure went down. Way down. He was on dopamine, vasopressin and norepinephrine drips already, and they were maxed out. 

"Can you put in an a-line?" they asked. Sure! Of course! I LOVE putting in a-lines. I hadn't for months. The right side, the vessel spasmed. On the left, I tried, and then like, WHOA!, the needle 'jumped' in and I got it. As I sutured it, my phone went off. Another epidural request.

After that epidural, I got some sleep. Maybe from midnight to two a.m.  At quarter to two, I got told there would be a c-section at two-thirty.  After a ten minute snooze, I got up, and packed my things. When the next anesthesiologist comes on, I don't like to have all my reiki books and household projects all over the room. I bring my own pillow and I take it back. Why did I pack at two in the morning for just one section? I get off work at seven. But I knew. Deep in my bones I knew I would not be back.

C-section, followed by epidural, followed by c-section. At six forty-five I was done. And the new guy was at the L&D front desk.

I got home. There was chaos. My mother had a temper growing up. Now she manifests disharmony when she watches my son. They love each other deeply. But I came home with food from Mc Donald's, not Taco Bell like he asked, because Taco Bell was closed.  They did not come downstairs, He had pulled the drawer out all the way on his dresser, and was freaking out because he could not find a pair of shorts without a zipper that fit. (He dislikes zippers. Sigh.). 

Patiently, although I was starving and exhausted, I put the food down and went upstairs. "I don't want any drama. Calm down. Did you know there are shorts in the dryer?" After that came the food fiasco.

The egg sausage biscuit came to us blank. I called the store and got upset in Spanish. (the total ripoff was about four bucks). I was surprised because the people in line waiting for food pickup, and the workers had been so nice.

It was mom's turn to say, 'just don't go back.' At the grocery store near her house, they ring items up multiple times and overcharge her. And at local fast food, she has to double-check.

I got my boy to school, and went to get a car wash at the dealer. They are free. Everything clicked. There was a ding on a wheel, and I was glad I had the insurance to cover wheels and tires.

I was a continuous source of Reiki while I spoke with the manager and receptionist.  

I came home and mom was still there. We talked and then I started to fall asleep while she was talking to me. Sitting right up in a chair. She covered me with a blanket, kissed me goodbye, and went home. This kindness was not typical of her, and I noticed it and enjoyed it.

When I woke up, I blogged. I cooked in the crock pot spaghetti and meatballs and sausage. I fed the snake, and prayed so hard for the rat not to suffer. One-eyed rat is happy, and the feeder roommates were okay. After I put the transition symbol in the rat, the snake squeezed. He didn't attack. The rat was just sitting on him calmly and the snake closed in on him. No biting the snake. No struggle. Unconsciousness came quick. 

At the store there was a woman with wrinkles and too much makeup on. There was a new flavored water in the juice section. My son wanted kool aid juice boxes. I asked him what the sweetener was, for I bet it had high-fructose corn syrup. He was like, "Look it has 100% vitamin C!" But that is typical packaging to promote added vitamins when the product inside is not healthy. Nobody advertises like that on healthy food. Then he looked at the water. I said no. Please consider the 100% organic juice packets (they are diluted to have less calories). And the lady stepped in and said, ''water is always better." And it came out of me, "No. Flavored water isn't. You don't know what kind of crap (chemicals) they put in there to make it taste like that. He gets a frozen bottle of water in his lunch every day (temperature is HUGE to him. It has to be ice cold for him to drink it)." And I walked away. No juice and no flavored water. I did not like her butting in.

Throughout the store she heard me telling my son no to chocolate, cookies, pizza, Starbucks fresh hot chocolate. He has a weight problem and he craves sugar. He actually snuck an expensive candy bar into his pocket to try to convince me to buy it. I was polite but firm, and said doing that is actually a form of stealing and we don't do that in a store. He got cocoa puffs (I can't get him to eat breakfast because he is not a morning person), little blueberry muffin packets 'for when you are at your dad's house and you are hungry.', one lunchable, turkey sandwich meat. But there was a peace in all our interactions that was welcome. Everything was calm and fair, except for his childlike ways to sneak which are quite natural for kids.

At home, dinner, movie, phone calls for the assignment to work and family. Everything flowed.

Because I am gone so much, and this weekend is time for his dad, our son asked to sleep with me. I said yes. As he fell asleep, he was close and I started Reiki to flow. I turned on the switch with the power symbol in my mind. And Reiki can heal even when you are unconscious/asleep.  Reiki helps so much when work is long. It helps give him the love and harmony he lacks because of my schedule at work.

People are nicer. It is no fluke. And it is going to keep getting better. Peace and harmony are coming to Earth. Everything will be working for the betterment of all upon the planet. It will not be without work, challenges and struggles. But they will be fair tests. Intuition and inner guidance are going to help all of us as we go through our day. Just like for example, the day I showed you in this post.

Bliss. Come and get your fair share of it. There is plenty for everyone.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc