Love Takes No Hostages

I watched the movie Caffe De Flore one week ago. It was an 'assignment' from a psychic friend to help me 'sort out' my Twin Flame situation.

Basically, the hero of the movie leaves one Twin Flame for another Twin Flame. It's brutal on the First Twin, and I strongly identified with her as she went through the grieving process only a Twin Flame can experience.

In the movie, the man, who has married his high school sweetheart because her goth ways ignited his DJ career and persona, starts to grow dissatisfied with his life. She is content and a good mother to their two daughters.

Here are some images that portray how he was starting to feel:

Then he saw 'her', Twin Flame number two. And he started to do this:

He chose 'her' over his wife.

'She' represents sexual freedom. He worships her body. I couldn't help but notice how thin and smooth and soft she was. She never had any children with that body. He fought with her, she did cocaine, his daughter's lives were living hell, the ex-wife was damn near suicidal, his parents chastised him for his 'irresponsible behavior' at a family gathering, but he followed his genitals and sexual pleasure 'love', married her, then the ex-wife 'came around' and it was one great big happy French ending!

So here's the rub--

Who can feel sexy and make time for her man when life is like this?

Who made her life this way?

Why does her choice to be responsible to the children build resentment in him?

Why doesn't he help her instead of demand for 'his wife to give him sex'?

Wouldn't SHE want to screw around on the side too to get away from this life? It's not pleasant unless you have the love and support of your man.

An interesting thing is happening. Here are two quotes from a gossip magazine I found in the call room:

• Pals say the hunky singer (Tim McGraw), who once revealed that his secret to a long and happy marriage is to "just shut up", finally had enough of being compliant. "He is done dealing with Faith's controlling ways," the source continues, "He's made it clear that he doesn't know if he will ever put his ring back on."
• "Simon (Cowell) tells Lauren time and again that he will take care of her and of their child, no questions asked,"says a source, "He'll make sure Lauren has everything she could want--a home, money, luxury, attention. But he also made it very clear he isn't going to give up his friends for her. And that includes his female friends." --He considers fatherhood and domestic partnership two completely separate things.

How sad that marriage and love have come to this.

Love, True Love and Sexuality, is a gift from Heaven.

Your Lover allows you to 'see' the 'face of God' that they only have for you, and they see the 'face of God' that you only have for them. It helps you to get to know one another, as souls, and to Learn and Grow.

I am not in relationship because I have things to do--Spirit things. It is not forever although it is the only way and not my choice exactly but just the way it has to be done*.

But what about you who DO have the option to discover Relationship?

The ones who should be asking, 'should I stay or should I go?'

Well, the answer is the same as pretty much for everything--

• know yourself
• meditate
• raise your Vibration
• do the Four Agreements (#1--Be Impeccable With Your Word, #2--Don't Take Anything Personally, #3--Don't Make Assumptions, #4--Always Do Your Best) by Don Miguel Ruiz
• put yourself in your current partner's shoes, and mind the law of Karma

Then act on it.

As far as I'm concerned, websites like 'Give Her The D' and 'Don't Give Her The D' only perpetuate the misery of our current state of partnership, family, marriage...

To be honest, I love being a single mother. I have freedom and enjoy more of life and have less headaches from having to 'explain everything' to another adult. There's less meals to make, travel is cheaper, and I never have to worry about my baby daddy going out to cheat! He can have anyone he likes because I am not emotionally involved with him. It does make it very hard for me to find someone though, to have a kid to raise that's from somebody else. Guys are that way--it's baggage and it bothers them a great deal.

Sex and emotions are not separate. I know society tries to tell us that they are, but this is not the case. There is no one without the other.

I know one day things are going to make 'sense'. But until then, do the best you can to get by.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

* -- Sensei Usui has explained this to me, I agree with this plan.

For All The Single Moms Out There

It happened.

It finally happened and I have gotten sick of it!

I looked at the billing page with the socioeconomic information I send to my billing company.  My eye caught the part where it said 'marital status' and I saw the word:
Married

I got this warm fuzzy glow.

For heaven's sakes, WHY?

Why is it that I get a warm fuzzy glow when the patient is married, less of it where I see 'boyfriend' and cringe when I see 'single'?

Isn't a baby a miracle in itself?

Isn't that enough?

I have seen just as many couples who are married and 'can't afford it' as the unwed single moms. Trust me, I know. I see the monthly billing summaries from my billing company!

Where on earth is it such a big deal if people are married or not?

In patriarchal societies.
In places where women wear burkas.
In places where female circumcision is practiced.
In places where women don't even have a birth certificate--only the men do (Pakistan, countryside, my professor who mentored me in pediatric anesthesia has no record of her birth)
In places where the Goddess Energy is Suppressed and held down

Last night, the one who proposed to his long-term girlfriend recently was on call before me. I 'got' that the reason for the delay is that to buy a house there had been a concern over the loan. You see independent contractors don't get a W2, they get a 1099, and the requirements to apply for a loan are different.
He waited until he proposed so that he would have a house.
And he wanted the house so that they could have kids of their own.

Wow.
It's like that.
Society is so structured that just about everything about reproduction has 'say' in it: from the church, from the courts, from the Law, from 'society', from 'culture'.

So much more 'say' than a couple who love each other very much and want a child together. As a matter of fact society makes them jump through hoops, each one costing more dineros along the way

When is this going to stop?

When are the single mothers going to feel beautiful and loved when they go to Babies R Us and make their registry ALONE?

When are the single mothers who are able to support their family in whatever way possible going to be applauded for not being on social support?

I met a girl on the flight to Hilo from Oahu. She was seventeen years old and going to meet her father for the first time in her life. She was the last one to meet him. His wife and her mother had connected on Facebook, and she learned he had an interest in her.

He had fathered THIRTEEN CHILDREN and not supported most of them!

I watched as she came down the escalator and saw the sign being held up by her stepmom welcoming her to Hilo.

The father was nowhere in sight! I overheard that he was in the car.

Funny thing he waited until she was almost of age until he contacted her, huh?

For every single mother there is a father out there. (sperm bank pregnancy excepted, of course!)

Why must single moms take the rap?

They were not alone in making these children!

The social stigma has to go. In one generation it will disappear entirely. And for me, it is leaving this heart TODAY.

In Goddess-centered cultures, the children remain with the mother their whole lives, and everyone cooperates in the raising of the children and assisting the parents. Both women and men. And everyone knows what's up. People stay together for the benefit of love and mutual growth. Not 'ties that bind'. if you have ever tried breaking them with divorce, you know it's not any fun at all...and not cheap either! LOL

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

No Woman No Cry

The course of True Love never did run smooth. I do not expect it. The more tension the couple can add into their relationship, the less boring it gets, the less habituated, the more fun...this goes for all couples, but the French in me loves watching and learning about relationships. So it is with this view I share the following couples:

My uncle has been a bachelor almost my whole life. It wasn't until his father passed that he married. His love life has been one disaster after the next. Want to hear about it?

What happened was that he fell in love with my babysitter when I was a kid. Mary was beautiful, very cool, and nice. We were delighted that they went out together. It was the perfect union--my favorite uncle and my favorite sitter! But when he asked Mary to be his wife, she said, 'no'. She ran off to Vegas with an older man, Roger. They had two kids. But everything was awkward after that. Was Roger a father figure? Was it that he had money? There was no closure for uncle. People did not seek counseling in those times; it meant you were 'weak' or 'crazy'.

So for the women after that, Uncle spent LOTS of money. One had been married five times, and once he married her she was cheating on him with the next guy (after she had spent Uncle's money). They divorced quick. And this last one? Don't get me started. It is even worse, because together they spent more than his money. I won't tell you whose bank account they emptied, but it was bad.  Because of it, we no longer speak.

For Uncle, perhaps he should have listened to the song, No Woman No Cry!

This story makes me think of the phrase, 'Jamaica me crazy, mon!'.

It is the story of me and the father of my son.

He was my massage therapist. I am seventeen years older. Yes, I am a cougar, of sorts, I was before the term was even invented.

How did it happen?

It was simple: he was the most spiritual person I had ever met, and we talked. He was an excellent massage therapist too, and never 'laid a hand on me' professionally.

There was a lot of recognition on a soul level, a lot of energy balancing. and a past-life shared. It was the oddest thing: my repeating dream/nightmare over the last ten years and his MATCHED! We were both running, being chased, running for our lives. For him, 'all of a sudden everything was okay'. I know what happened--he died. He sacrificed himself for me to live. I never got to bury the body, which for my culture back then was an unspeakable taboo. I also got to experience life as a widow, which in those days meant being a sex slave, being raped, and starving.

Could you blame me this time for 'wanting to make things right?'.

Innocent as I was, on a spiritual level all the wishes for 'joyful reunion' were overwhelmed by the harsh reality that when it came to relationships he was still very much 'of this world'. He did not know that often, soul mates reincarnate about twenty years apart.

Let me just say 'he cured me of my abandonment issues by abandoning me while I was four months pregnant'. It worked. Did it hurt like crazy? Was going to court over custody hell? Did hearing his 'accidental butt phone call' cell phone message on my phone while he was 'getting it on' with his new live-in girlfriend on my answering machine make me hit that erase button faster than I ever pushed it? You bet! I heard EVERYTHING.

But did I get a wonderful boy from it all, who I would do it over again just to be with him, our son? Yes. God listens. He made my biggest dream come true, and made me a mother.

The funniest thing now is I Don't Care. And lately, the Dad has been talking a LOT at exchange time. A lot about his health, which, if you care to impress a doctor, don't talk about it. It's like, 'work'. Anyhow, for whatever reason, the roles have reversed and I am thankful.

A nurse in the PACU I know works nights. Let's call her 'Linda'. Linda drives a Z4. We 'bonded' over our similar cars. Linda is very stoic, very cheery, and is from Canada.

I have known Linda for years now, but it wasn't until last month I got to eat dinner with her down in the cafeteria. I had to run, but she was alone, and we sat for about ten minutes.

Linda's love life is confusing. When I first started working there, I thought she had a long-term boyfriend and was happy after being divorced. I always wondered how she got her Japanese last name because she looked very, well, white and Canadian.

It turned out Linda has money woes. And her boyfriend was not helping her out financially. Her ex-husband was. And now she started seeing him. They had plans to travel together. She was hoping for a reconciliation with the man she had divorced, and was quite happy.

I asked her why she ever left him in the first place if she still loved him?

She explained about his family of origin, and his culture, everything about the emotions got 'twisted'; his father taught him that 'it is all about money'. There was an emotional 'disconnect' that she couldn't live with. And even now, although her ex was not very 'open', he helped her financially, a LOT. To fix the car. For this emergency at the house. Always loans in thousands of dollars that she did not have to pay back. It made her worry less and her life easier. You get the picture.

So she was going back to him, who she had always loved, in spite of the emotional 'past' because of his consistent generosity as an expression of his love.

This point is huge--people say they love you in different ways! It is very important to understand the 'Love Language' of who you are involved with.

I wish both of them the best.

Healthy, loving relationships create an energy to which the Dark Forces on the planet are Highly Allergic.

That being said, do you think they want Happy Relationships?

No.

There is a science to society to destroy what is inborn in us as 'natural'.

Did you know that in Wiccan cultures, a wedding is a contract that is 'for a year and a day or however long the love may last?'. All you have to do is jump over a broom together. There are no 'invitations'! It's just you two that decide!

We have church, religion, the wedding industry, which is quickly followed by the pre-nup and divorce industry, we have blatant sexual imagery in our advertisements, porn, 'Barbie' and air-brushed-photoshopped models, plastic surgery, and the Hollywood sending us 'mixed messages' on what a 'happy relationship' is like.

There also is advanced ultra-low frequency wave-form technology that is directed at the public: this can make miscommunication by altering 'perception' between a couple and lead to disharmony in relationships.

They have every base covered.

If I am correct, by June first, things should be a lot better. They are losing a stronghold, the Illuminati, and Twin Flames, Soul Mates of the Sixth Vibration, and other 'levels of Soul Mates' are starting to reunite left and right, all over the globe. With every successful 'recognition' there is a death blow to the power structures that once had been. (There are also many Soul Pod family reunions, too, souls that incarnated from elsewhere in the galaxy are starting to meet up.)

The worst of it is expected to be in three days. There is a Square of Pluto and something that is 'good for the dark hats and not so good for us white hats'. So hold on to your hats, and hang on for the ride! Think GOOD THOUGHTS, stay CALM, and by Memorial Day we should have an idea of how things are going to go.

Enjoy the show, and take heart if you are having trouble in your close love relationships. You are not alone--I've been there too.

And if you would like something to say to yourself, if you are hurting in your heart, why not try what got channelled through today while I woke up?

I am perfectly supported and everything is happening for the best.



Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. Wow--look! It's the same theme, and I just found it: http://pleiadedolphininfos.blogspot.com/2013/05/andy-bojarski-my-higher-self-how-to_17.html

Here it is again from the original: http://healingandlove.com/2013/05/17/my-higher-self-how-to-move-forward-from-a-stuck-relationship-2/

Breaking Vows to Find Peace, Warmth, Nurturing and Compassion

Three little Buddhas. Three little Buddhas in an image that rocked the internet--their joy is palpable! Contagious! And a reminder of our Birthright to Joy.

Although 'Joy' is my name ('Gioia'--nana called me this), and although 'Joy' is the name of my Guardian Angel ('Laetari')...although 'Joy' is my sacred totem ('Hummingbird') in Native American Medicine--I have lived in 'Solitary Confinement' for most of my life on Gaia.

It is 'Emotional' Solitary confinement. Today, as I first awakened, I heard a voice, 'You are going to have a miracle that is beyond anything you ever did expect (in relationship)'.

These 'voices' upon 'waking up' are the most accurate messages I have from Source. For example, one day the message was 'wear lots of black'. I dressed myself and my family accordingly. And on that day, in early afternoon, I got the call that 'Dad is not doing so good, come quick'. Although he had been on Palliative Care, his death was unexpected and sudden. People noticed our apparel color was 'right for the occasion'. It was that obvious...

My trauma began when I was four. Five neighbors brutally raped me, smothering me with a pillow. As I felt the terrible burning pain in my body, the being held against my will, the panic, the powerlessness, and lack of air, I recall having two thoughts: 1) I want to be home more than anything else in the whole wide world right now, and 2) This is what it is like to die...

As the mother made them stop, I 'came to' while sitting in their kitchen sink and having her wash me. I had soiled myself with urine and  feces in my fright. She quietly took care of me, not saying a word. I felt gratitude for her being a woman, for understanding my suffering, and for making my world 'right' after the terrible attack. I felt love for her compassion, and thanked God for sparing my life.

I was so tiny, that she held my hand and went to watch me cross the street. She knelt down, looked me in the eye, and said, 'You must never say a word of this to anyone about what you have done. You have done a very bad thing!'

At four, I looked her in the eye as my fragile world she had so carefully reconstructed crashed down upon my soul, and I made my first vow: I said that I would not tell.

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Tonight is the big award show mother used to look forward to. I grew up on Oscar Night staying up, having snacks we normally could not afford to eat, and listening to thank you speech after acceptance speech. I will take this moment to express gratitude for my being released from my 'Soul Cage of Misperception' and to Heaven for 'Breaking My Vow' with the gentleness of a Spring breeze from the islands filled with wonderful floral scent.

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You are my mirrors. All of you. And I owe it to you to help me see. Thank you to the string of terrible failed relationships with emotional cripples. I now see that you have perfectly mirrored the emotional scars that were borne unwillingly in me.

Thank you for the new friend, and fellow PTSD survivor, who had lost your hearing to assault from an autistic patient and was considering caring for a new autistic client who 'hit his own mom'. Your asking me for advice on your situation helped me see the absurdity of seeking essentially the same conflict that had caused grave injury to you. Your decision to trust in God to meet your needs allowed me to let go of the bars of my emotional prison.

To the one that took a vow of silence willingly for twelve years, I learned how in doing so you have 'spoken' for the plight of animals that have suffered at the hands of ignorant, selfish mankind for so long that man has made a 'business' or 'agri-industry' based on their systematic destruction. In your vow of silence for all beings who have suffered, combined with your Life Work to raise awareness to this fact, you have unwittingly shone the Light on humans who have suffered at the hands of men. Your silence, and how you compensate to communicate in a world where speaking is essential, is a perfect mirror for my plight I had no idea I had been suffering.  My heart was stifled by my 'vow'--as if my speaking freely from the depths of my heart would break the 'deal' I had made to only 'toe the line' and 'reach for Conditional Love'. How can love exist between two people when the heart of one is caged in silence and cannot 'speak' except through writing? I now see and can heal from this terrible 'vow' I had made as an innocent four-year old girl!

To my children, for loving me unconditionally, and for being Here and Now for me to Unconditionally Love. To you I have held nothing back! The day-to-day Healing I experienced in my role as parent and guide helped so much to heal my childhood wound without my realizing it.

To my Nana Angelina, my godmother and grandmother, for your smile of joy as I gently stroked your cheek yesterday in your 'home that is small' as you call it--the nursing home for you to spend the rest of your days, your shared room...the 'hospital where you have to tell people you have to poop', where 'this is not caffe--it is TERRIBLE' (Italian coffee is no comparison to thickened Folger's with creamer and sugar)....As I stroked your cheek you said, 'I like it'. I looked you in the eye and asked, 'Do you know how much we love you?' I scooped you up in the biggest hug, gently, as you are so thin you might break. I let go and you smiled beaming, looking at myself and your beloved great grandchildren in the eye, and said 'I know'. As I was with her, I felt the 'ice' in my soul starting to thaw, and I was 'present' in the 'Here and Now' with Her, my gentle mirror. When everything fails, both the body and the mind, the only thing that is left is the capacity for Unconditional Love.

I give thanks to you, each and every one of you, who acted in the role of 'My Blessed Mirror'. It is not a 'card' or 'flag' of 'Relationship Woes' that I accepted before birth that kept me suffering in the quest for 'Second Rate Conditional Love'. It was an agreement to experience a 'Cage of My Own Misunderstanding'.  The brutal trauma I experienced as a child set the stage for a lifetime of suffering. Until today I did not know that hanging around my neck there was the key. This morning, I used it and walked out of that prison!

For all of you who are 'out there', and truly suffering from Lack of any kind--lack of love, abundance, understanding, knowledge, Lovingkindness, joy--I hope with sincerest appreciation that in sharing my story you might discover that you, too, have long held the key to your own joy and freedom in your heart center.

Namaste,
In Love and Joy and Enlightenment,
In Heaven that which is not mutually beneficial--that 'tie' just does not exist. There is no 'marriage vow' to 'marriage of convenience'--everyone is free to go and there are no hard feelings. The vow of celibacy--which is a particularly 'sticky' one that can flow from lifetime to lifetime--is dissolved. The vows of 'revenge' , 'honor', and 'winning at all costs' simply do not exist in the Higher Realms.
This is what is written, if you study the great literature of the heart and the Ascended Masters.

Namaste, Aloha, and Mahalo for each and every one of you for who you are and what you have done for me, : ) : ) : ) : ) : ) <3

Reiki Doc

Jury Duty and the Reiki Master/Teacher

It was surreal. I opened the envelope that was addressed to me. SUMMONS, said the big bold letters on top. With my name, a badge and a juror number.

Public service in court never comes at an opportune time. First it was college, then it was medical school. Residency. And now with an impossibly tight work schedule that does not allow for 'days off'.

The last time I served, it was by telephone. I never had to go in. But for some reason, this time, I misunderstood how to apply for that. And I ended up taking a day off from work (with no pay!) to perform my civic duty.

Everything about Jury Duty was surreal this time. Here are some Reiki insights from the day:

1) traffic and checking up on time: I don't know about you, but for me, sometimes time seems to 'stretch'. Although I was ten minutes late, I checked in on time, and there were many others behind me. I missed nothing.

2) old unhappy memories revisited,  a form of healing:  Around the corner from the Juror Waiting Room was the place I went to petition for divorce. I am so blessed now to be out of that relationship, and where I am now. At the time, it seemed strange that the outcome of my life depended upon the decision of some stranger, a judge, and the government. Court is a very strange place indeed.

3) 'Happy and Willing Juror' speech: in the morning, an 'honorable' somebody (I think it might have been a judge) gave us a spiel about why we should be glad to be there. The list of ten reasons ranged from guilt (servicemen and women do more of a sacrifice), to sparking interest (you can see how the system works), to reality (you have to). At least they were trying to make it light. David Letterman, he wasn't. And again, how government can take away time from your life is a humbling experience.

4) Lunch; The only place in my life where I get a ninety-minute lunch! Aha! At last they do something right!

5) Compassion: This was where the doctor in me, and the Reiki got put to test. In my heart of hearts, I feel this was the reason why I was asked by the Universe to serve today...

I chose to leave the courthouse and enjoy the sunshine while I ate my packed lunch. As I walked outside, I saw a white-haired woman sitting on a bench. I smiled at her, a genuine warm Reiki-infused smile. Something told me to sit down next to her, when she touched her hand to her heart and said she had sat down 'because I need a rest'. Cardiac disease. Poor thing.

It was more than her heart. Eleven years ago, in a robbery, her husband was incapacitated. He did not die until five years later. She was here today for one of the last cases. Karuna kicked in, and I was deeply moved with compassion for her plight.

The healer in me kept the conversation light. Deliberately, after expressing the appropriate condolences, I asked, 'where did you get married?'. They were married in a courthouse in Las Vegas. They were so poor they didn't even spend the night in town, they drove back. This was in the late 1940's.

Her smile as she relived those days was as bright as the sun. Her aura shone with pleasure and joy at the remembrance of her husband. They had been married fifty-nine years. I probed further, 'when was your anniversary?' It was in June. 'And how did you meet?' It was a classic date-with-destiny, meeting a friend of a friend because even though it was raining, she was hungry, and took a friend with her out to a place to eat. She knew at once she was going to marry him.

She reached into her torn wallet, and showed me an old, folded up, falling apart picture of a young serviceman sitting on a bench under an arch of flowers. That was her Cedric, the one that hated the name and went by the nickname, 'Plucky'.

Betsy, that was her name, expressed guilt at having kept him alive on a ventilator for so long. She wasn't sure if she did the right thing or not. It was hard for her to turn it off, after having been married to him for so long. And she said, 'One day, when I was really sad and talking to him about how awful everything was, I saw a tear run out his eye and down his cheek. Even though he couldn't talk because of the tracheostomy, I knew he was in there. He died of a pneumonia, when it was his time.'

I comforted her, as only a Reiki doctor can. I met her daughter, Lee, and they both walked away, their terrible burden lightened temporarily, never knowing who they met, or what I had done on their behalf. And that Plucky had brought her back to the courthouse one last time...

6) News: The streets are lined bumper to bumper with news vans. And inside is a microphone stand, surrounded by rays of electrical cords and an arc of camera stands. Twice I saw them by the stairs, with crews, awaiting the news of some court decision. News. They had it blaring in the Jury Room the whole day too. Fear. Why do they keep trying to sell it?

7) Love of Light: I can't think of a better place to beam Love and Light than the Judicial system. Seriously, this place is hell on earth. One man, a judge of some sorts on the escalator going the opposite way, recoiled at me...his energy, and I sensed it, was very Dark indeed. The money being spent in this pit of Darkness, and the disputes being sorted out are like a black hole sucking the life out of society.

Once the veil is raised, and our Intent is fathomable by everybody, nothing can hide. Therefore, there will be no toying with appearances and status quo and worldliness to arrive at a decision. Everyone will 'just know' who is at fault, and why they did it. No evidence will be necessary. No prosecution. No defense. There is Universal Law, and that's it. And the price for having trespassed it, is Karmanic Debt.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Leaving Las Vegas

The first time I went I was eight. I was not impressed. All children had to stand on a rug that was the size of a hallway, and not allowed into a casino. Sure there were places with video games where parents could check in their kids. But it seemed to me like they were dumping them there so they could gamble. The only money I spent, and it was lots of it, was for the poor hungry chickens that were inside the games that ddi a trick. I didn't care about the trick. I saw how alone they were, and starving when they ate! The only good thing about Las Vegas was the pineapple shakes at Mc Donald's. And the desert sky.

As I grew up I could take it or leave it. I didn't get the excitement people talked about when I won. I couldn't understand it. I grew up playing craps and blackjack as a kid. Never for money. For chips. Gambling was strange.

After my first love, my college sweetheart and I split up, I wanted nothing to do with a big church wedding again. And annulment. That was worse than the divorce. Mom loves Las Vegas, and she and dad eloped. So for round two, I did that. Anniversaries were there. But I went for the luck in love, not Lady Luck in gambling. That failed too.

My sons' daddy is an entirely different person from my exes. He loves Las Vegas! Took me there when I was starting to think I might be pregnant. Partying isn't good when you think "there is a bun in the oven". I had more fun with him than anyone else. Until at the noodle shop he had the conversation, where is this relationship going, anyways.

In my history, you can see I don't like it, I avoid it, but when I must, I go. Husband and I enjoyed Lake Las Vegas once. And the Four Seasons was great for a friends' wedding.

But I have to share a secret. Because of Reiki and my spiritual work, I can't go. A friend is having a special birthday. (my family too me there for one. Saw Sigfried and Roy. I felt like my birthday was their excuse to do what they wanted, but it was expensive, so I was appreciative.)

Why am I sending a bouquet to the VIP suite instead of going?

It is uncomfortable to my vibration.

What? Does that make any sense?

Absolutely. We have our own vibration. There is a name one, a personality one, I can feel/hear. It is the one I tap into when I do mediumship. I know who is who without looking. I can feel it energetically, the signature of who they are. Just like mama whale has a squeak that is a name for its calf.

In addition, there is how vibrant we are at this signature. Do you vibrate at high frequency? Or it is low? Vegetarian, meditation, crystals, , making love, Nature, massage raise it. Guess what? Gambling,drinking, drugs, loud music, and hanging out with others with low vibration lower it. An aura, or human energetic system, is weakened and vulnerable to negative entities and dark entities (parasites, energetically) at this time. I have gold mesh protection. But even with that, I can have attachments if I invite them. I think four days of marijuana, getting drunk, sleeping on the floor, or with whoever I pick up, is going to make me uncomfortable and at risk for catching an entity I don't want.

So I am staying home. And spending one hundred thirty dollars on flowers that the VIP concierge made me feel cheap and promised to make my friend 'be blown away' at the same time.

What is this love of money? I don't get it. No pampering for me. No bling. It feels icky for me.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc