Optimism--Gratitude--Hope

For the past three days I have experienced increasing pain in my left ankle.

Left ankle? That is root chakra, and receives...someone is sending me a message that they are in threat for their survival....

It hurt!

There was no injury I could recollect. I had gone paddle boarding, but I didn't fall or stretch it. Perhaps it was inflamed because of overuse?

It hurt all day. So much so that I applied a layer of tiger balm to it in the afternoon.

I wore different shoes when I went out to dinner, ones that would be more gentle on the feet.

And before I went to bed? About ten minutes of laser treatment, with the setting on 'inflammation', and then a thick coating of red tiger balm on it.

It hurt so much I could barely hop into bed!

This morning all of the pain I had experienced it GONE.

The leg feels a little stiff, but otherwise looks and feels the same as the other one!

The Laser (Mandala Sphere laser) WORKS!

And I never took a single ibuprofen.

Well, what about the spiritual/energy significance of the ankle?

According to Louise Hay and Mona Lisa Shulz, M.D. , in the book, All Is Well, the ankle represents imbalance in the form of inflexibility and guilt. Ankles represent the ability to receive pleasure.

The affirmation to remedy this is, 'I deserve to rejoice in life. I accept all the pleasure life has to offer.'

Yesterday I went out of my way to assist someone on their Journey.

Someone who traveled to Southern California. I was in traffic for over an hour, almost an hour and a half, to reach their hotel. I drove them to my favorite Living Foods/RAW/vegan restaurant. I introduced them to Ito and to Mai and Linh. All of this person's friends from the conference on Longetivity Now were at this restaurant too. She was like, 'Wow! Everyone is here! I can't believe it!'

It was like watching someone find an oasis in the desert, it was so much fun!

It was magical, the healing environment and the food.

(But my ankle still hurt...that's why I used the laser before bedtime.)

Make Someone Happy by Monica Ramey and Beegle Adair

http://youtu.be/fEmG6_lNL9A

Ross sent me this on the way to work yesterday.

I had a short day.

It turns out a friend of mine, a recovery room nurse who had asked me to do the anesthesia for her c-section two years ago, had just had her baby. She didn't like the other hospital she had switched to. Her doctor works at both that one and mine. So for an emergency, she came and my other friend did her anesthesia.

I came to see her and the baby.  It was so beautiful to see them as experienced parents this time. And the father offered to let me hold her. I won't say the child's name, because of privacy, but it is beautiful, French, and what I will share is that her middle name is Grace.

As I held the newborn, a special love and glow filled my heart. It was so warm, and nurturing, and filled with compassion for the being who is going to begin a new life!

And Ross 'popped in' to my awareness...

I asked him to bless the child. I could tell he enjoyed being with us in the moment too. He smiled, And gently, he kissed her on the head, and he left.

Yesterday was my 'other birthday'.

On February 6, 1990, I went to USCF and had neurosurgery. I had a micro adenoma of the pituitary. It was a prolactinoma. I experienced galactorrhea and amenorrea. And headaches and visual changes too.

I was scared out of my mind.

I could hear the clippers shaving the heads of the other patients in their 'bays' at the neurosurgery pre-op holding area as I waited for the surgery. Tears silently rolled down my face.

A voice came, and said, 'Is this (my name) with the tears?' in the most cheerful, loving, and kind manner.

It was my anesthesiologist.

Together she and her resident safely brought me through a very long surgery. My face is still numb because of it. Everything moves, you can't tell.

The afternoon after surgery I had nausea so bad from the drainage from my nose down my throat to my stomach, I threw up my own blood. I threw up so much I would soil my gown and get it all over the bucket.

Each time, the nurse would change me into a clean gown, and give me a new bucket.

We must have done this three or four times in a row.

After a while, I looked at her and said, 'Why do you keep changing my gown? I am only going to mess it up again.'

She looked at me and said, 'We can't let you be dirty!' as if it was the most natural thing in the world to clean up thrown up blood and change people's gowns all day when they have so much else to do. She had all the time in the world to help me...

And I prayed.

I prayed, Dear God, when all of this is over, please don't let me have thrown up my own blood in vain.

I prayed with my heart.

Last night, when I saw my friend (who is a CRNA and has serious health challenges) smiling and laughing at the restaurant that is owned by a woman who has had the same operation as me not once or twice but THREE times...and run by a buddhist who hasn't spoken a word in thirteen years--took a vow of silence...I saw the wonder that God can do.

It was a miracle.

My miracle!

And I am filled with Optimism, Gratitude, and Hope!

That's why I became an anesthesiologist.

So I could be just like her, my anesthesiologist, who was beautiful, kind and loving, capable and confidence, and able to look the horror of being a surgery patient in the face, and be strong enough to safely guide people through it...

And for the first time since 1990? I had my 'birthday', the anniversary of my life-changing surgery*, and never told a soul the whole day long!




Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,


Reiki Doc


P.S.   One year after the surgery I remembered abuse that had happened when I was four--the buried memory came up. That ended my marriage.
Then in my second marriage, ten years later, my husband developed the same pituitary tumor as me. It is extremely rare for both in a couple to have experienced it. He did a non-surgical approach, because his was wrapped around the carotids. That totally freaked me out. I wanted to run. But I stayed by his side the whole time. It wasn't until things got out of hand between us two years after--money and anger issues on his part--that the marriage dissolved, too.

Mai made her restaurant because all the surgery she had experienced had left her half dead and unable to function. Vegetarian lifestyle healed her symptoms, and gave her a purpose to live. She wanted to share her healing with others, through using food as 'medicine' (along with regular medicine in her case, but a minimum of it).  She started Au Lac.

Ito heard of her miracle. And he offered to help. He started as a server. It wasn't until some time later that she learned 'he can cook!'.

And how!

He is the best RAW vegan chef in the world.

So now you know how God works...the day Mai told me she had the same surgery as me, and more, I looked at her beautiful face and went, 'God? Thank you! She is NORMAL and her life only got better after her illness!'

I thank God for her and for Au Lac from my heart, 24/7. <3

The Meanest Neurosurgeon

By and large I adore neurosurgeons! And they adore me. We 'get along' famously, with the exception of one micro-managing, controlling one who always requests not to work with me. Frankly, I don't mind that one bit. This one has a corrected facial deformity, and is overcompensating by perfectionism in his work. Not in HIS work, actually, but by telling all of US how to do our work.

Then there is the 'mean one'. This one is so mean that the nurse managing the O.R. had to come into the room at the start of the case, just to make sure that he 'behaved'.

Spirit let me know to 'take it all in'. Spirit also let me know that this one is a member of the group that promotes the 'ankle biters'--I won't say the name, but this one was a Thirty-three level one.

The energy was very negative. I got a hit of it in pre-op holding. Very spacey, very 'absent', very 'difficult to connect'. (This is exactly what I would expect from someone who is a Monarch survivor, not to say they are, but I worked with another surgeon whom I suspect was from that upbringing. Very very smart...)

In the O.R. it was known the surgeon was not going to do anything but operate. Sometimes on a spine, they come help you flip the patient. That wasn't 'his job'.

The antibiotic requested was 'Cefazol'--I'd never heard of it. It was a very old school name for Cefazolin, or Ancef.

This one was definitely a 'captain of the ship'. And did something others don't do--CHECKED the patient. Eyes. Brachial plexus. Jewels--with a glove, reaching in, everything! That was good.

He had never met me, but called me by my first name. No one in the room does that. I am Dr. So and So. So he looked at my badge when he was close to me and noted my name! (Most of the time I am 'anesthesia' to surgeons)

The cell saver device was called 'Angel' on the label on it! (secondary confirmation for this lesson)

All the time he worked, I kept 'getting' flashes of images from his 'work' as a 33rd level you-know-what. It was NOT a pretty sight. But the same calm, the same methodical nature, the same thinking 'this is for something good'.

I was very happy this case was ended. At least for a first time, things went well between us. And As far as what to do, I understand on Spirit side that many of the 'ankle-biters' minions' are IN the medical field. This is going to be interesting when the truth comes out.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

On Proof of Heaven--Reiki Doc Style

Dear Dr. Eben Alexander:

I read with interest your wonderful book on your Near Death Experience (NDE). I admire you for your courage and your strength to speak your truth in a field where one can be blasted for lack of scientific evidence for anything remotely 'quantum' and not yet detectible by current instruments.

I thank you for your eloquent spokesmanship on the behalf of Heaven. In this work I want you to know that you have my enthusiastic support.

As a Reiki Master who does anesthesia for a living, I can explain a few of the things that you experienced on your NDE:

1) The white and gold spinning column is a vortex: I liken these to the swirl in the tub as the water drains--the surface of the water being Heaven and the bottom end of the vortex being Earth.  I used to help open them in my psychic circle with the rest of the group to help souls cross to the Light. I was good at this, and many a soul would stop to thank me before they went up. I could tell they were Home because they got 'quiet' all of a sudden energetically. Many, in spirit, would take my hand and I would guide them to the Light, answering their questions about the process. I would say to look for any color, any Light, and to walk toward it. It would get brighter, more focused, and they would soon make out the faces of their loved ones who were waiting to welcome them. I would reassure them that once they crossed, they could always come back to visit. A trauma surgeon I once knew died suddenly and unexpectedly at her home. She came to me, in spirit after she had passed, and asked me directly, 'what's the deal?'. I said, 'you are without an energetic system--the chakras--and need to either find an energy source to parasite off of or to go to the Light where you will find energy there.' She understood, and she went. Later she came and thanked me. I can make a Vortex at will now, on my own. I placed one in the Doctor's Dining Room at my work, and several other places where Spirit has asked, two in Victoria, BC, one in Anaheim, and two in Big Island Hawaii.

2) The orb:  Spirit does make orbs. It isn't always like how we look. Digital photos pick them up. Be sure to look at your digital photos. Some of your loved ones might come back and visit you.

3) Why Dad didn't show up: He might have something to work out with you. My Aunt and my Grandmother came 'to stand for' my father in my first medium session with a professional medium. I too was puzzled and hurt. The next visit, he apologized to me for something that was weighing on his soul from this life. Give your Dad time, and I am sure her will come around. Sometimes they have 'time off' for something like vacation on the Other Side. My grandfather gets this, and my mom and I would have 'visits' and feel his 'presence' for about a week to ten days every year. That Betsy came for you is like what happened to me. No matter what, their love for you is always there to guide and comfort you no matter where you go.

4) The Core: That was the Galactic Central Sun, or Source, as we in psychic circles call it. Guess what? It is going to flash on Friday, December 21, 2012! It lines up with us every year, and it is right on schedule. This one is supposed to be something really special. Prepare yourself for something energetic, with an energy filled with Love that is beyond all understanding. I found your story of going 'up' helpful in case the Ascension experience is something like what you had in your NDE. (the telepathic communication goes with the territory--I have experienced something like that too)

5) Heaven and The Earth-Worm's Eye View: The Heaven you describe, the beautiful fields with joyful people who are simply, but brilliantly dressed, I have seen too. In mine, there is a waterfall that makes music in the distance. The Realm of the Earth-Worm's Eye View only I have seen during fever that led to night terrors as a child. I sensed that confinement, that lower dimensionality to it, and that throbbing pulse. Recently, at a conference in Laguna Beach, with about eighty people, we were told to 'make a sound' and open out throat chakra. The sound that we made together was the most beautiful sound I have heard in this life--there was an energy of Love to it like nothing of this world. I never wanted for it to end...

Once again, mahalos to you for taking a stand and speaking up about Science and Religion are One.
I greatly admire your work. You might also want to take some classes in energy work like Reiki. Now that you are 'open' it will help you be able to 'connect' at will to Higher Realms and also the Higher Realms will be able to better 'connect' with you. Your work is most important for this time.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. all of your descriptions of Time were correct too. That is why prophecy like the Mayan Calendar and other such 'premonitions' are sometimes not exactly correct. There is distortion between the different vibrations of Realms.

Funeral For a Friend: Day 0

Monday night I made pasta and meatballs, the favorite, of my boy. While putting the leftovers away, I felt the overwhelming urge to pack an extra lunch of it for a coworker, Zucchero. She calls me Shaynamadel, a Yiddish endearment, and I call her an Italian one. It means 'sugar'.  This is my signal that someone I care about is close to dying and making the 'transition'. 

Even though I get those 'signals', ninety percent of the time, I dismiss them.

See the part in the blurb about the 'husband nurse who made his wife, who is also a nurse, take one pain pill because he could not believe that she had no pain after gallbladder surgery?'--over there, to the sidebar on the right, in the 'About Me' section? He was in a motorcycle accident Monday afternoon. A car turned in front of him and never saw him. Blunt, multiple trauma. And taken, ironically, to the Trauma Center where I worked with him in the O.R. since my intern year.

Dennis is a survivor of two heart transplants. I had been in a holding pattern since getting the 'group text message' from Zucchero yesterday morning that said, 'wait for more information on his condition'.

On my way to work this morning, I had two 'signs'. Number one, as I was thinking about duality, and how there was not much time left in it, I pondered how there was not much time left 'for making dreams come true'. I had read somewhere that we won't be doing stuff like that any more when we ascend. I haven't any dreams lately...I thought to myself, at a loss. My dreaming function is kind of dead. (After 'no man' and 'no baby with someone who loves you' I kind of gave up on my dreams. I want to Ascend solo. Seriously. No more heartache for me.). I thought about it in a clinical, unemotional way, like I would if I noticed something going on medically with my body...

Instantly I felt a strong hug from Blessed Mother, she held me tight, and promised me that good things are in my Path. I also saw the words on the cab of a truck, that said, 'God is good.'

Okay, I thought. At least I am on time today at work. Funny how five minutes makes a big deal anyways.

As I got my drug box out for the day, the Charge Nurse said, 'I have to talk to you about something.'
What?
"Dennis died."

Instantly, tears struck. I put my head on her shoulder, and cried great big sobs!
Was it the neck? (he may have had a cervical spine injury)
'No. The injuries were just too much for him.'
I KNEW he was ready to go, but just hadn't figured a way out--he loved his wife so much. He was ready to go months ago, before the retirement party. I did Reiki on him, and I sent him the Transition symbol to help...
I looked her in the eye, for she had been crying too, It is not easy KNOWING like this. It hurts just the same. I tried to say things to comfort Zucchero...I tried to help! And even though I will be 'talking' to him, it is not the same. There are no hugs, not like this, that 'feel right' any more...
She looked at me, trying to comprehend what I was sharing as a medium facing death in the family of the O.R. (I worked with him at my old job, with the wife in my new. She worked on me for my surgery. I bear a scar she closed above my belly button. It is perfectly straight and a simple line.)
He drove me home from the hospital when I had my surgery! I am going to miss him! Poor Zucchero! What are we going to do?

And then, it was time to go to work. Everyone was in shock. One R.N. was 'barely keeping it together' outside of Pre Op Holding.

Even the neurosurgeon asked, 'What is up with Charles today? Usually he is so lively?' (Charles was the scrub tech).
I told him the news about Dennis.
The neurosurgeon said, 'I told him not to ride a motorcycle. It is okay to ride when we are young. But as we get older, our reactions times are slower. He did not listen. I am sad.'
He went on, 'I knew Dennis from 1989. I worked closely with him then. This is a terrible tragedy. I will call his wife.'

I felt Dennis once in the O.R this morning. I heard his voice, loud and clear. But then he waited for me to be done taking care of patients. I had a short day. I came home. I took a twenty minute nap.

'It's okay, honey. It's okay. It's okay.' he said. And I got the inspiration to go out in the sun, on a blanket, like I enjoy with the turtle my pet. To eat a big peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the kind he missed so much once the aniti-rejection drugs for immunosuppression gave him diabetes. He told me to go after I write this. I am hungry. I will go.

The O.R. team is a family. We mourn like any family does over the loss of 'our own'. 

Namaste,

Reiki Doc