A Prayer From The Heart--October 25, 2013

Dear Angels in Heaven:
Help me to Feel The Love in the Universe Today.
Help me to Be That Love Present Here on Earth.
Help me to Bring The Touch of Compassion To All I Meet.
Help me to Maintain this Spirit of Light against All Challenge.
Help me to Always Grow Stronger in Faith, Hope and Love.
Love Is The Highest Power There Is.
Bathe Me In The Energy of this Love Until my day ends.
Fill my Heart With Love to the point of Overflowing.
Let Love Guide me in Everything I Do: today, tomorrow, and every day that I live.

  Aloha and Mahalos, Namaste, Reiki Doc   

Sunshine

Today as I got dressed, Blessed Mother told me to 'look your prettiest!'

So I wore yellow, made a french braid, tucked the end up and in, added a sparkling hair pin, and had on the shoes with gold I call my 'Cinderella shoes'. They are the most beautiful pair of shoes I have ever seen, and I like shoes. I also wore my very best fragrance, one by Tom Ford that is very hard to get.

Everyone I interacted with was amazed at how good I looked. The teachers at school. The administrative assistant. The front desk at the O.R.--many hugs, about six--with compliments.

At the business meeting, for a project, everyone noticed. My 'boss' for the project said, 'Yellow IS your color!'

So did I let this all go to my head?

Not at all!

I worked it.

Spirit provided a 'patient' to work with in Spirit Mode: an incredibly fat worker, a little shorter than me, who was in line ahead of me in the women's restroom.

I felt her energy. It was low. Self-hatred and loathing.

I opened up. I smiled as we were washing our hands. She had dropped a paper towel on the floor by accident before she washed her hands, and ignored it; I knew she couldn't bend. I washed up, dried, and with my wet paper towel bent down and picked hers up. I threw it away with love in my heart and a smile.

Wouldn't you know it, but every time I went to the washroom, that lady was there? The whole DAY!

And every time, a bright 'hello!' and smile from me.

At the end of the day, I saw her walking back to her desk as I was going toward the elevator.

I waved, nodded, smiled, and said my cheeriest, 'hello!'

Guess what?

She smiled a genuine smile at me back. She also waved and said, 'have a good day!'

That, my friends, is what Ascension is all about. Peer-to-peer raising of the Vibration by exposing them to your own.

Heart to heart communication.

Welcome to the Higher Dimensions!

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

The Annoying Patient and Me

I have been short-tempered recently. This is out of character. It happened night before last in the ER with mom's nurse. The new nurse was coming on shift and I said, 'I hope you like critical care', insinuating that his hours ahead with mom was not going to be easy. His reply was very sarcastic, not in a mean way, but still a very weak attempt at humor. I told him I didn't think this was funny, because my mother was practically dead from sepsis already--in medical terminology--and not to talk that way with me any more.

Yesterday at the bedside I met a patient who boggled my entire Vibration! This one (I can't say if it is male or female) was a typical example of the patient who makes my life a nightmare: obese, difficult airway, with lots of caps in the top front teeth that are at risk of being knocked out, an incomplete workup by the surgeon/guy who 'cleared them' for surgery, a recent cold that started last night (huge risk of bronchospasm in O.R. and possibly my canceling of surgery, depending on my findings on chest exam), pressuring me to do the case no matter what, and asking if I am contracted with their medical group because 'on T.V. they say to ask the anesthesiologist if there is going to be an extra bill'. (The term is R.A.P.E. --often radiologists, anesthesiologists, pathologists, and E.R. docs are not contracted to your insurance and do not accept the 'negotiated contract rates' that are 'usual and customary'. They will be out-of-network, and bill you for the balance of their fee.)

The problem is, surgery has been scheduled months in advance, and at the beside prior to surgery is NOT the place to discuss it. If you are worried, you should call my billing company in advance! The pressure is on me  the day of surgery to get you into the O.R. as efficiently as possible.

This patient had sarcasm, too. So did the adult child and the spouse. I was told that was how their family 'expresses their love'. I said plainly, 'I am not feeling the love.' and politely excused myself from their presence after my work was done. What I felt was passive aggressiveness on their part, and a total inability to acknowledge that medically, this case was going to be a challenge, and I had been struggling to get information out of them to make the important plan for the anesthesia for their case.

The part that made me see red was the patient saying, sarcastically, 'I know, I know, I could DIE!'

One thing was clear--I was thankful I could give propofol and not have to listen to 'sarcasm' any more! I was so upset I told my anesthesia tech and my OR team how I just couldn't handle this patient before they were brought into the room!

This patient, also, prior to falling asleep, had the last words before the propofol 'hit' to render them completely unconscious, 'I am role playing in the role of the dutiful patient.' Even THAT was very like a drama teacher and totally out of sync with anything I had ever seen in my career. Controlling and rebellious to the bitter 'end' of their ability to speak! (I must admit, this person was MUCH better AFTER surgery, I checked, and they probably had a bizarre coping mechanism for their fear.)

What does this say about me? I am still working on it. Sometimes when something gets you that worked up, it is because of something you don't like about you. Am I sarcastic? Am I not taking serious things seriously enough? I do a lot of soul searching on myself...and on this one, I wasn't sure if that was 'right'.

And then it hit me: what if it is a Vibrational Difference? What if my Vibration is skewed so far to Ascension that these people's 3D 'vibe' makes me uber uncomfortable?

A huge vibrational difference is going to make both parties involved want to RUN. It is very uncomfortable to 'Lower the Vibration' by being around people 'more three dimensional than you'. This is one reason why Ascended Masters don't just 'walk around' where we can see them. Our 'Density' is uncomfortable for them, vibrationally, and is not pleasant/difficult for them to sustain.
It goes both ways, too. The person on the lower vibration is just as uncomfortable in the presence of the 'higher' vibration soul, too. 'Higher' and 'Lower' are just settings on the frequency rate, not 'better' or 'worse'--as everyone is in their 'school' together at the 'grade level' that is right for them.

I think that is what might have been going on. After the case, I found the family, and smiled and said how everything with their parent had gone well. I had given extra morphine to keep them comfortable, and they were wide awake in the PACU.

Love is stronger than Fear. Would you agree that Sarcasm is often a defense people use when they are afraid? Humor, with a loving heart, often dissolves fear. But humor, from a fear-filled heart, is an entirely different thing, and is often inappropriate to the situation.

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Here is another sign of Ascension in the O.R. : my general surgeon wore a prominent pentacle around his neck.  In private, I pointed it out, and said, 'Cool! We should talk sometime!' and shook pinkie fingers with him.

In the O.R., as they were prepping the patient for the case, the R.N. was scrubbing with the clorhexidine prep, pointed to his neck and asked, 'What is THAT?' I forget his answer. But I walked over and said, pointing to each point, 'This is a person! This is the Head, Two Arms, and the Feet. This is okay.'

Remember, Darkness 'tips the star upside down' and two points are on top. That is called a 'pentagram' One point up is 'good'.  This is called a 'pentacle'.  It represents all five elements--wind, water, earth, fire, and ether, in balance and healthy. Darkness also inverts the cross, and flips the holy Hindu swastika-like sign backwards so it rotates in the wrong direction as a swastika.

Wicca is the religion of the peaceful goddess-worshipping society in the region of Ireland that was wiped out completely by the Illuminati eight thousand years ago. They were slaughtered after teaching their skills at magic to the Illuminati. Magic is their right, not the right of the ones that stole it. Magic is a Fifth-Dimensional ability to Manifest.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Ascension In The Operating Room 2012

There is a pre-conceived notion that surgery, because it is complex, has to be serious. On the T.V. you hear the surgeon say, 'scalpel' and the scrub hands it to him and says, 'scalpel'. 

Forceps.

Forceps.

Suture....and so on. 

You might like to think that, while you are having an operation, the rest of the world stops along with your consciousness.

Let me tell you something. It doesn't.

There is only ONE surgeon who is not approachable in the O.R. He is in his late sixties, the son of a surgeon, and a writer who is published. He is Jewish, irritable, and cranky. Everything he does is fast and serious. Let me say this again, everything he does is fast (Hurry! Hurry! Let me get this case to the O.R.!) and serious (You can't take a break and switch scrubs while I am on this case! It breaks the continuity.).  Although we like him, nobody likes working with him. He is out-of-date.

His vibration is so low. How does stressing the team out help the patient? How does yelling, cursing, swearing and throwing instruments heal anything?

A day working with him means no breaks. I am starving and holding my pee just to keep up with him. My patients go in the room without premedication for anxiety, because the nurses sometimes bring them back before I get to say hello. That is how I eat a few graham crackers between cases.

Ever see the movie The Green Mile? You know that big black guy? We have one. He is different.We'll call him Sam, although that isn't his real name. Sam  is Registry. He works for us, but at a higher rate. We are short staffed. He is a surgical technician, or, a scrub tech as we would call him. Sam is a hard worker, a team player, and very evolved metaphysically. He has learned, from  his past, how to raise his vibration, or in lay terms, 'to rise above'. He is single, wants no children, and enjoys a good life. He is polite to everyone, patient, doctor, nurse, cleaning person. Sometimes I wonder if he is for real.

Yesterday the subject of the OR main receptionist came up. The entire team, surgeon, circulating nurse, and scrub had gotten in trouble with the receptionist complaining they were having too much fun in the O.R. There was too much singing and laughing and music. In a word, too much JOY.  Our team was laughing so much, we were afraid we were going to get in trouble with her again. 

Let me describe the energy in the room: the patient wanted to hear ABBA when she was going to sleep, just like she did the last time. I set the music up, and the surgeon started to dance. The patient LOVED it. As the mask was on and the propofol going in, she was singing loud and bopping her head from side to side to the music. I do not like ABBA that much, but I knew it was important to her, so ABBA it went, the entire case. The case was quick. There was no tumor where we were checking. She woke up peacefully as the surgeon told me a funny story that was real. A teacher she knew was listening to a first grader's report. It was about a fricken' elephant! A fricken? How did he learn to use that word? Her child protective services mode started to kick in. Honey? How did you learn to use that word and why did you choose it?

Oh no teacher, see? It's here: AFRICAN!

I was laughing so hard I doubled over. The joy in that room was palpable. I actually spent some time in recovery room with this patient. There was a delay of an hour before the next case would start anyway. She and the nurse and I chatted about children in general. She was a grandmother, and the RN was a new mom. 

So why the conflict?

Sam told me OR Receptionist has it out for him. A coworker asked him, 'you want some ice cream?' There was a big tub of it in the freezer. He took some. OR Receptionist confronted him, 'You food stealer! That is FOR STAFF!'. She had brought it in. 

I asked, 'does she want segregation?'

He said he took out his wallet and started putting bills one by one in her hand. 'You want more ice cream? Here--take this and go buy yourself more!'

'I don't want you money!'

'Then, what do you want?'

He was clearly upset when he shared that story. I encouraged him to stay calm, and if he could, send love to her with his mind. That is taking it to the next level, 'love thy enemy'. (It heals the disharmony).

Later, it hit me, psychically: the receptionist thought we were showing the patient disrespect by having fun. She is a negative thinker, and very set in her ways. Not only is the fun uncomfortable for her on an energetic level (positive, high vibrations are 'different' from her normal state) but uncomfortable because of her concept that surgery in 2012 should be like on T.V. 

That makes sense. When does she actually GO in the O.R.? Never. She answers phones and coordinates. Our noise across the hall probably makes it hard for her to concentrate at her desk. How is she to learn about the military style discipline in O.R. culture, that, like the military, has some fun in it when it's not that serious?(when a patient is dying, everyone helps, RUNS, and gets what is necessary and is very focused.) 

 She probably is afraid of having surgery, and thinks we might be making fun of her.

This can happen in the workplace. Anywhere.

It is your vibration. Raise it. Raise it about you, everywhere you go. When you encounter resistance, offer Unconditional Love. Even if they fight it, it will raise theirs by the interaction of both of your auras.

Love Reiki. Those are the best words and things ever!

Namaste,

Reiki Doc