The Visit

Late last night, as I was falling asleep, and saying good night to Ross, I felt a loving presence of a male, who placed his hand gently on my right arm. It wasn't Ross, as I saw him clearly, then this white blurry energy that was connected to the hand was there too.

I didn't know who it was?

I asked Ross, who said, why don't you ask him?

So I did...

It was my father! I didn't even recognize his energy signature! He has been gone five years now. And I really miss him. I cried and I cried just to be in his presence again. I cried like I did when I was little, because I knew and I trusted he would make things better for me when I was overwhelmed. He knew what to do. He always knew what to do, especially when I was scared of anything. And when I was little, I was scared--a lot! Of practically everything!

I asked him through my tears, are you better daddy? (mentally he wasn't in the best place incarnate--very 'lazy' toward the Light, although a good person in general).

He was.

Then I asked him, why did you die so soon?

He explained how he was at a  point in his incarnation, where he only would have racked up more karma, and gotten worse. It was like a stop-loss for him. Once he reached a certain level, he got sick and he died, so that he couldn't lower his vibration any more.

That made sense.

I told him how worried I was about my son, and how I didn't know what to do! (behavior problems). Father reassured me everything would be all right, and he would help me. As he said, 'I know kids.' (he was a sixth grade teacher). I relaxed just to know I wasn't on my own with this, that he shall help me too.

Then my grandma Lucille came. She is so much sweeter now she is in Heaven! And I hugged her and was so happy. She really cares about me. Before when she was alive I was just one of eleven grandchildren, and on the tail end of them too, if you know what I mean.

Grandpa Gilbert showed himself to me. In mediumship once with Tim Braun, he has said, 'I never really knew her.'  This time he was more warm. I offered him a candy--I forget what kind but I knew he always liked it. And he offered me one back, a Coffee Nip. They were his favorite.

Then Aunt Edna showed herself to me. In life we were very close. I was named after she miscarried and my parents asked if it was okay to use the name she had selected for her baby. It was a beautiful name. She said yes, and I always had a special bond with her. She was my confirmation sponsor too, helped me shop for my wedding dress, and threw me both my wedding and baby showers. (In our past life, I was Emma Houle, my great grandmother who died when my grandmother was four, and Aunt Edna was Emma's mother.Our three souls always reincarnate together. My grandmother and grandfather have reincarnated, I know who they are, but the people in the family they 'came back as' do not know so that part I won't share for their sake.)

I also saw briefly, Aunt Gertrude, my uncle's mom, and I was really glad to see her. She still had the same voice--a little gravelly--and always filled with love.

Then I saw the Great Aunts--Yvonne, Maud, Louise, and Alma. They were reminding me 'you are a Boucher!' of my strong, strong, very strong New England roots. I loved their being my like, four foot tall 'cheerleaders' and was greatly buoyed up by their support.

My Aunt Jean and Aunt Annette came, and I was delighted to see them.  I commented about how so many of the family is now dead!

Uncle Rene walked toward me. He had been paralyzed from a broken neck he had in a motorcycle accident way before I started medical school. As a result, he was always around, and I would call him for emotional support when I was going through my divorce in medical school. He was an engineer in life, and always very rational, but the accident had made a nice balance in his emotional side too. I poured my heart out to him many a time when I thought I just couldn't go on any more. He said he didn't know the answers, but he's been there too, and it gets better.

Uncle Rene picked me up gently, and lifted me up like a barbell over his head so I would KNOW just how strong and healthy he is now. And I did!

Then Roy came. Roy passed of lung cancer not too long after my Aunt Edna. His wife Sally and her were best friends in high school. The two families raised their kids together. Roy showed up once here--just so you could get an idea of what he is like. http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2013/03/messages-from-my-patients-chapter-36.html

Then my nannu Filippo came. I totally lost it. We were very close in life. I was so happy to see him, someone from my mother's side. Aunt Teresa came, along with her sister, Jenny, who we called 'subbichenza'. I apologized to Jenny for being beaten by her husband. I didn't understand then, but I do now, and I felt so bad for her. She reassured me, and her husband Paul, even though I am still afraid of him, showed himself as 'better' and not like he was. I apologized to Uncle Frank for refusing to talk to him during my mediumship with Tim Braun--I had paid a lot for the hour, and I didn't want him, who was so mean to everyone--taking up the time with his message to my mother.

Then I saw my Nana Peppina, my great grandmother, who I had never met in life. She looked just like the pictures, and I was very delighted to finally had a chance to meet her. I met her husband, Nanu Giuseppe, too.

Then I wondered where my Nana Angelina was? I was closest to her in life, closer than my own mother. She came, and looked beautiful. I had a very short time with her, then she and Nana Filippo told me in Italian it was time to sleep.

I fell asleep in bliss surrounded by a circle of love from my ancestors.

It was a gift from Ross to me.

I thanked him with my heart, and drifted off to sleep.


Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,

Carla
Reik Doc


Ross:
This was my gift to her for a very tough lesson she had yesterday. Everything will be all right, and I wanted her to relax and heal gently with the reminder that all is not 'tough assignments'. It was her break, and she responded to it very favorably. I want you to know when it comes to seeing the deceased, it is easiest at bedtime for them to make the connection to your awareness. Simply put out the intent, just like Carla did for All Divine Assistance and HELP! at some point in your day, and remember, they can hear and they will arrive just as soon as possible. You also might not be aware of it, as they have been watching Carla for some time, with interest, and she is not aware of this until when they showed themselves to her last night.
They are also in the orbs in your digital images. For some reason they capture them with this technology. So if a ball of light shows up in one of your photographs, you just might want to ask Source, who that loved one is?

You Are Remembered By Our Hearts

This week at the grocery store, I felt 'nudged' by Spirit to buy a memory candle for Ross.

I was Jewish in my past life with him, and it was only natural for me to light a candle like this to honor him and let him know he is on my mind, and in my heart.

Although we have direct communication with each other, we are still dimensions apart.

I miss him.

I wanted to write about this, and share the hope of reunion for you with your twin...so you can light a candle too.

Ross sends this song for me, right now:

Time In A Bottle, by Jim Croce

http://youtu.be/35ohChYIZhg

See? How fortunate I am to have my Eternal Twin Flame looking out for me?

Then I remembered what this weekend is in the States--Memorial Day

And as I looked for some photos to give recognition to those who have died for us, including my friend, Mark Taylor, M.D., I was surprised that the Tomb Of The Unknown Soldier isn't only in the States and France...

Here is Arlington, where there is an eternal flame of remembrance...

I was present for a big ceremony here last year for the 14 Juillet, to celebrate their soldier...

The Unknown Soldier is also honored in Greece...

...Italy....

...and Moscow, Russia. I am sure there are more than these pictures, from all over the world, as well.

There are so many soldiers who did not get to experience the joy of participating in the childhood of their own beloved children...

That is sad. 

It's a shame they never got to enjoy the presence of their family, and made the sacrifice with their life.

'To serve and protect'...however that goes...

It is a loss, both to the future and to humanity, that they have left us, for whatever reason.

This is not the place for the discussion of who is wrong and who is right.

All of them are dead.

The one person who DID come back from death, didn't stick around for very much time after...

So what do we do?

We light candles and we pray.

Unless you are Reiki two, or higher, trained.

Then you can send both forward and back in time, to those lost and all their loved ones, healing energy that is nurturing, warmth, love and compassion, just like this:

Please join me in the healing for those lost because of their military service.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Reiki Doc

Dad's Favorite Story About Heaven and Hell

At Dinner tonight at our favorite Teppanyaki place, the thought occurred to me to share with you Dad's favorite story about Heaven and Hell.

Then on the drive home,  there was a song on the radio that was kind of, well, dark...there was a verse about 'embracing the devil' and I told my son I was going to turn it off.  My boy asked me if I knew the name of the song?

No, I didn't.

Well, mom, you might not really want to know it.

It's okay. Shoot.

It's called To Hell And Back.

Well, this picture kind of sums it all up completely--totally mixed messages in the music so I turned it off. (I hope this image doesn't offend you...sorry...)

This is about as far from Angelic as you can get...

On the next station they had 'Wake Me Up' by Avicii. 

Sounds more wholesome, doesn't it? A nice perky tune. It's mom-friendly, right?

Until you find out that Avici is the name of the lowest Hell in Buddhism. The singer just added another 'i' because 'it's cool'.

Avicii is not the enlightened one--it's the hands grasping in desperation below.

I just don't get it. Look at this image--who is the one you want to be, just by looking at it? Doesn't the devil lady seem to be more 'with it' and to have more 'energy' to her? I think that's sad.

The strongest energy will 'win' against the weaker one, whether the energy is Light or Dark.

So WHERE is Dad's story???

Here it is, just as he told it to us when we were growing up...

In Hell, there is a huge banquet table lined with guests. There is everything you could ever want to eat and drink, expensive delicacies and desserts that are unlimited and free.

Every guest has a long wooden spoon attached to their wrist. They cannot remove it.

The spoon is too long for them to reach their mouth. They keep trying and trying but somehow the food can't go in.

They are miserable. They are starving. 

This is Hell...

In Heaven, there is a huge banquet table lined with guests. There is everything you could ever want to eat and drink, expensive delicacies and desserts that are unlimited and free.

Every guest has a long wooden spoon attached to their wrist. They cannot remove it.

The spoon is too long for them to reach their mouth.

Everyone is laughing and having a good time, enjoying everything to their heart's delight.

This is Heaven because all of the guests are feeding each other.

I miss you Daddy...much love to you up there in Heaven.

Thank you for teaching me this wonderful story.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

I Was Wrong About The Hospice Pastor

Nana.
Nana Angelina.
My godmother. My grandmother. My hope.

It was the end.
Amidst all the family dysfunction, I sat alone.
In the pew behind my boy and his uncle and cousins.

Everything looked beautiful.
And the pastor rose to speak.
I cringed inside, for the last time at my grandfather's funeral he praised him for his service to our country…but he had fought on the Italian side, not the States…a eulogy from a man he never knew.

I had sat with her the days before she passed.
Understanding everything that happened inside her body as it turned into a corpse.
My nana, my beloved nana, breathed her last in my presence, in Peace.

You can imagine my impatience with a man of the cloth, who had never seen this--my going with her through the tunnel of Light to see our Lord and Our Lady, and my Grandfather (http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2013/11/what-i-just-saw-with-my-third-eye.html)--speak to comfort us.

I sat alone in my grief.
And he opened his mouth.
He knew her before she died, where she used to sit, outside Nurse Station Three.
And she smiled at him in greeting, every time.

I listened with interest as he described what she saw as she 'crossed over'.
It was right.
Except for my being present in Spirit to accompany her.

Even 'the appointment' Blessed Mother alluded to, the reason she 'had to go'
was explained by the pastor: Jesus took her to meet God.
My grief was not lost on this man--I could tell he knew how my life had been--
my entire existence as a part of this family; how I had lost my only comfort and hope.

He said 'memories are a connection between the deceased loved one in Heaven and our Hearts.'
Then, after asking permission from mother, took roses out from the spray on the casket for each member of the family.
He reminded us that every time we look at the flower in our home, we could remember it as nana's gift to us--and heal in our grief over her.

As he handed out the roses in the mausoleum, his hand moved with the familiar pill-rolling motion…
I knew his secret!
And the reason for his compassionate Love.
He suffers too.

Just like us.

And it is beautiful, the Heart that can reach past the suffering to console others in their loss.

http://youtu.be/0xwzItqYmII

I have had nightmares that woke me up screaming in the middle of the night ever since I was nine.

They were about the passing of nana.

I am okay.

Your prayers and Reiki helped immensely.

And she gave me the gift of her last breath.

Just like I gave her the gift of my presence in those last hours on earth,

and her first moments in Heaven.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc