Gaia News Brief 28.10.2014

Confusion And Delay In The O.R.

Although I love what I do, there are sacrifices. Big ones. And little to no control over what work assignments I get.

Just yesterday:

• My breakfast was a handful of pineapple and coffee, and my son had yesterday's breakfast leftovers warmed up and in a plastic container at school because we were sleepy and I was at risk of being late.
• My boy had the worst case ever of 'bed head'--fortunately now he dresses himself.
• Upon arrival to work, on time, I may add, I am informed that the first case cancelled due to insurance. Robot wasn't approved, only surgery without the robot.
• The next patient was 'coming in early'.
• I had a breakfast burrito and about ninety minutes to wait.
• First case ended around eleven. Next case started at one. Another two hour wait.
• This time, I was not hungry due to the burrito, so I walked laps outside for exercise.
• The next surgeon was ten minutes late. Both cases were uneventful.
• After this, I was assigned a case to start at five p.m. immediately following the other two cases.
• The surgeon was one hour late. I'd had this same patient before, so we chatted in PreOp for about thirty minutes, catching up. 
• My dinner was applesauce and a granola bar, because I thought the surgeon might come 'any minutes' during the one hour wait.
• After this case, I had a gallbladder to do, with a surgeon who is notoriously late.
• He was coming 'in ten minutes' the front desk said.
• I wanted a cup of soup. The grill was open but not the kitchen in the cafeteria. There was no soup. I didn't have time to order a veggie burger I enjoy. I put my tray and silverware back and walked back upstairs.
• This surgeon was over one hour late.
• During this hour, I coordinated with grandma and my son about 'when I get home' and 'when I will pick him up' and 'if he should spend the night'.
• Grandmother decides he will spend the night.
• I say goodnight--the boy sounds 'chipper' and okay with this.
• Case ends at nine-thirty p.m.
• I don't see my son for over thirty hours...
• I was call two and supposed to have the second-best line-up of cases. During delay, I am at work but not being paid.  All gaps are unpaid.

My only question is this:  how are people going to adopt this lifestyle on the Affordable Care Act?

Will it be the school loan debts that make them sign the dotted line for this kind of existence? Will 'managed care' make 'hourly employees' out of doctors? Once the compensation diminishes, what kind of 'doctors' will be left?  There is so very much sacrifice in quality of our family life...

How To Make A Fast Surgeon FASTER

Discuss the upcoming wedding plans of the surgical technician in detail with the circulating nurse during the case. Wedding dress, venue, colors, cake and flowers just GOT to him! (he's divorced, and it was painful, but it's been years now since he's healed.)

Next thing I knew, after this wonderful sharing and support for the bride-to-be, we were done in record time!

Confusion and Delay for Surface Gaia

I speak only for myself, although I might strike sympathy with several of you...

Just under one year ago, Ross went from the benign man who I was told 'was my Twin' and 'up there' but had a blurry face, to my actual husband who I could see, touch, and share my heart--with my Light Body. Since I am a conscious channel and psychic, I could interact with him throughout the day.

Ross asked me to have a bag 'ready' for 'when I go up' late winter, almost early Spring.  

I was told to keep this bag packed and ready and always in my car when I left the house. I'd never know when I was going to go be with him. I had my toothbrush, a few necessities, and a nightgown that 'wasn't too revealing' because I'd interact with others there too. I also had a small stuffed animal, a journal and pen, and slippers. And a set of yoga clothes.

I waited.

And I waited all summer.

Then I started my vacation travel. I couldn't bring it with me.

Gradually, I began to use all the things I had in my bag, finally unpacking it, and leaving it at home.

On the one hand, I could say that my 'homecoming' got 'delayed' for 'unknown reasons'.

On the other, I could say, my 'vibration' is 'compatible' with those on board ship--back HOME--and I am confident I will be able to 'manifest' everything I would need and more once I go home.

I could go so far as to say my home, and my car, and my work, are all 'where I need to be' and are 'of very high vibration'--energetically, I could be 'there' already although my consciousness is still here as Ground Crew. Plus, I am not forgotten by Sky Crew. 

The only choice I have is to accept, and to share my Light, with whoever is interested to receive it...

Going Hyper Dimensional

Look at your phone. Watch how you flip without thinking between 'texting', 'voicemail', 'camera' and 'phone'.

There different functions are like DIMENSIONS to your Consciousness.

It can 'flip back and forth' between different planes of existence just like that too.

When we meditate, we can access them.

And the Apps! Think about where you are when you have a Smart Phone--and are able to 'flip' back and forth between Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Voxer, Glympse, Uber, YouTube,  and email? Aren't there so many more forums and places where you can 'go' and 'experience' than on a 'regular' phone?

Then there are places you might not go, but others do, 'Linked In', 'Tumblr', 'Pinterest', and 'Etsy'? These are whole WORLDS for people doing business there, that you have no clue what it's like?

Welcome to the best example there is about life in Higher Dimensions. Back and forth. In an instant. Sometimes it's when you wish to go. Other times it's like you get instant notification, and you go there somehow without being able to explain it, and just 'show up' before a 'council' for example.

Here are the places I can 'go' with my consciousness:

• The old countryside simple home where Mary and Joseph live. I see her kitchen and his workbench very clearly, and talk with them. There is a guest room just for me. A simple bed with a straw mat, a bedside table, and a chair and desk.
• The office of Divine Father, where I can go to him with questions, for comfort, and support.
• Our 'house' on board ship--which I don't remember and it's like brand new each time I go. I've had the tour of it once.
• The bridge, where Ross and Ashtar work.
• Meeting rooms, and councils.
• Their gym, workout room.
• A nature habitat that has been designed for me.
• The place between worlds, where I find souls who need escort Home, to Heaven.
• The land of the Faeries
• The astral plane where unicorns and pegasus live
• Agartha (this is by far the most beautiful)
• Sirius (I went here during psychic development circle with my teachers in group meditation, and they described what I saw, explaining what I was seeing.)
• Super, duper, high dimension 'places' I can only go if Ross brings me, and I keep touching him.
• Memories of Lemuria and Atlantis
• Memories of life in the Pacific Northwest
• Memories of life in Egypt and Israel and India and France when I lived with Ross when he was incarnate.
• A place where millions of angels gather to celebrate things that go well with the mission to save Gaia. They are all excited and happy, and like to see me up on the stage thingy with Ross. And I am bored and just don't 'get it' what they are happy about, due to my amnesia. I smile and at the first chance I get, ask Ross, 'Can I please go?' because it's painful to not 'feel the excitement' even though you know what happened and why the celebration is taking place.
• One-on-one interactions in places I'm not sure take place, with Archangel Michael, Archangel Raphael, The Merlin, and every other Archangel who has given an attunement key, as well as my guides.

One day you shall do this too. We are born with this ability. It is silenced in us, through fluoride in the drinking water that helps our teeth but calcifies our 'third eye' and 'pineal' glands. It is also beaten down systematically through socialization, starting in the family of origin, and continuing through preschool and education.

There was a time my boy was excited to bring all his UFO books to 'sharing' at the preschool. He'd go to used bookstores, and buy the ones with the most pictures. 

His teachers wouldn't let him share. They said, 'It might upset the other children'.

His heart and enthusiasm was so genuine, at such a young age, that's how I fought my fear of UFO's, and opened to the concept myself. I asked, in true Berkeley-educated fashion, 'What if he's RIGHT?'

Then I read the book Area 51, and my life has been changed for the better. Now I understand. 

I highly recommend that book.

Ross

Carla pointedly asked me an intelligent question yesterday, while waiting for her surgeon at the last case.

In biology class, Carla enjoyed very much learning genetics through the use of drosophila, or more commonly known, fruit flies. They looked at the DNA under a microscope, and it fascinated her how with the stain she could actually SEE genetic material of the flies.

Those who know these things, know the fruit flies studied for genetics come in many variations--to identify how the alleles transfer from one generation to the next. There are 'curly wing', 'red eye' 'white eye', 'flightless' and Carla's favorite, the 'lethal allele' because they grew more slowly as a population and she could watch their progress closer than the rest.

So as a hobby, Carla ordered the fruit flies, and raised them in little glass jars with blue gel in the bottom to feed them, when she took her night school biology class in Oakland. She was living in Berkeley, and working in Pleasanton at the time, supporting herself.

Last night, she called me in and asked, point blank, 'Ross? Are we down here like the fruit flies?'--in other words something of little value except for education and research on body, soul, or mind for the higher realms, growing and raising our families that mean so much to us but are too fast a life cycle compared to the Galactic ones?

I was impressed!

Not only was Carla completely unattached to the outcome, but she had reason to think that except for the being loved by Creator part--as each individual is special and a whole--she had reason to think that this was in fact some big 'experiment'...and she was in it!

In a way, Carla IS right:  never before has a planet and all of the inhabitants 'gone UP' to the next vibration (like 'leveling up' in a video game)--together, safe and sound. 

Typically all life dies in a cataclysm, and the planet 'resets' to a new realm, and all the new life contracts are issued, and people come in.

It is like the mid-point of ice skating, when everyone clears the ice, and the Zamboni cleans and prepares the surface for some more to ice skate. 

What is happening now is like the Zamboni is clearing the ice with a new technology that allows everyone to continue skating on it!

This is new.  The energies are rapidly changing. Everyone is having to adapt, and being pushed to their 'limit'.

What is SAFE, is the same for you as it is for us--go into your center. Meditate. Clear your energy. Heal. Focus on your heart's desire, and ask for it.

This is one area where Carla needs a little remedial work.  I ask her WHY she does not like to manifest? She shows how she touches the stove top enough times when it's hot, and gets burned, she no longer likes to touch.

I tell her the burn is only an Illusion--try to manifest something again. You won't get hurt.

Carla is very careful in all of her wishes. She thinks about the outcome--possibly this and possibly that--and how likely things would go in either direction? She also thinks about the risk if it 'didn't happen' and how troubled she would be by the disappointment...

Yesterday with Carla's first 'practice', she came up with this--'Ross, I ask for YOU to always take out the trash--not from the house to the can, but from the can in the garage to the street on trash pick up day, because I hate this chore. And also, Ross, please, when you are here, will you take turns with me on the rats in the traps?'

Carla has a rat infestation in her neighborhood. She has seven traps set up outside and in, and Carla has been catching them. There have been five to date. Although Carla lives in a nice neighborhood, some friends who once lived a couple miles from her, took a gun out at night in the back yard, and were able to pick off rats, about twenty all at one sitting- who were walking on the fence in the yard! It's all the fruit trees, and dog food, and in Carla's case, bird seed Harry throws on the floor--that nourish and attract the rodents. It is something everyone who ever grew up in Southern California experiences if they live where there is woods and a yard.

So YES it is killing, for all of you animal activists out there. And YES it is a form of cruelty and/or defending your home and family, depending on how you look at it. 

Carla's only wish, only request, only thing she has ever asked of me, as a Galactic and Twin, before this was, 'Please Ross, I want my life experience to be rat free'. It affects her.

And when she needed to GROW, and Archangel Haniel had the assignment to help rid Carla of a misperception--the maggot rat was sent right when she came home from vacation in Canada. It pushed Carla to the edge, and over the charts in her energy--and we were able to 'loosen' her misperception enough to allow Carla the opportunity for her to notice it and dissolve her block.

So rats are something to her. They bother her.

And on her first manifest--Carla asked for us to share in this burden, to take turns!--in protecting the household with this new chore of setting and checking and cleaning the traps.

(he pauses and looks at you.)

You know who I am. You know of my responsibility to this whole project. You know how much say I have in everything that takes place, how much control I have over everything!

And Carla, modest and unassuming, asks for THIS (shows a tiny space between thumb and first finger, less than an inch). Not THIS (gestures arms wide open). But THIS (thumb and finger as in 'itty bitty') and makes it so very practical.

(he is silent and in thought, as if trying to pull this lesson together).

Most of you do not know what a wonderful example you have in this girl, this woman, of mine.  You have no idea who we are, our purpose, and our value in our life as we know it, everyone, all of us, across the universe.

It is important.

Carla underplays this.

Carla kept a secret that she has seen Our Lady for twenty two years. It was just the journal, writing by hand, for the longest time. 

Carla knows me, and loves me, no matter what. For who I am, in my heart. 

Carla is equal to me in every way.

And when you are with her, she takes effort to make you feel like you are the most important person who ever existed! She listens with her heart and soul, open, and helps you to find your way.

That is all I have to say, for this lesson...you have a gift of my wife...walking there among you.

I want you to enjoy it.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

your family in the Light

(and our boy!)

Gaia News Brief 19.10.2014

Rat Killer

I have one prayer which I ask of Ross every day--to be free from rats.

The night before last, as two adorable children Caleb and Graciela knocked on the door to ask in my boy could play--I noticed on the doormat MANY tiny black poops. My heart sank! I looked on the front porch, where there were some items I had ready to donate. In between the boxes and bags were many snail shells. And also a completely empty bag of rat poison that had been gnawed open.

The rats in the neighborhood eat the poison, and they don't die...

Mana Patrice was coming to pick me up for surgery the next morning. I didn't want her so see the droppings. So I cleaned and swept and threw away soiled items. Leaving three brown bags with glassware, I set a trap.  I have old traps that have been used before, two plastic grocery bags of them. They work better, especially if there is lady rat scent on them. I like the traps that have a yellow plastic bait trip mechanism. The exterminator I hired once showed me how to put the peanut butter in the little well with no globs, so they have to 'go in there' to take it. I placed the bags around the trap for protecting children and other animals from the trap.

And I waited.

Last night as my son and I were watching the movie, 'We're The Millers' I heard the sound of wood falling on wood around nine p.m.

It was the trap. I didn't want to see. But I waited until the end of the movie, and we looked out the door.  In the trap was the biggest rat I have ever caught in my life! Totally fat and healthy, this one was not pregnant. It is the one who had eaten ever tomato from my garden last summer, and gets into the compost pile.

I wanted to leave it dead on the porch, to not deal with it until the morning. Or to throw away the trap and it together. I ran out of plastic gloves, so I use plastic bags. I pick up the trap and place it in a second bag with my hand inside a clean bag to protect it. Then I gently lift the snap and let the rat slip out. But I didn't want to do it.

Ross came in, and said, 'Do not be afraid. But do it now. His mate will come to look for him.'

So I threw out the rat. I kept the trap. And on Ross' advice, left it un-set, so the next rat would think it was safe.

On the way to the hospital for my colonoscopy, I confessed yesterday to Patrice about the front porch (I hadn't caught it yet). She said they have them too and she hates them! The other night, she was reading at sunset in the lounge chair in her back yard. All of a sudden she FELT something land on her shoulder, jump to her foot, and scurry away. It was the biggest rat SHE had ever seen!!! She totally freaked out.

Our town is infested with them. It's all the wooded areas. Sometimes I wish people would just let the coyotes and other wild animals do their thing. We keep taking up their habitat, and the balance of the delicate ecosystem gets all uneven.

Dad taught me well. Although my son is afraid of rats, like me, I told him how I focus that feeling into being able to get rid of them. One day when he has a family of his own, he will know how to protect them like Dad taught me.



Carcasonne

Thank you for reading and putting up with the rat story.

This is breaking news, from my spirit and all of my past incarnations.

I have had the word, 'Carcasonne' (car-cah-sone) on my mind for years. I have no clue what it meant. I didn't bother to look it up. Spirit would say 'Carcasonne' and I would repeat it in sing-song manner in my mind.

During this week when I was home, Ross guided me to clear up some of the shelves in the garage where the workers randomly put storage boxes after rebuilding after the flood. He wanted me to go through one box a day. The night before my colonoscopy, I found this book, Around The World FRANCE.  (ISBN 1 57145 084 X) by Noel Graveline. It goes over every region in the country, with a short explanation, and many pictures.

So as I prepped, I kept this in the john, and read with delight about the country that is so very close to my heart.

I was in the bathroom all night. So I read about France. A lot.

The Basque country is uniquely its own due to the Pyrenees Mountains. 'It is the region of a people whose origins are unknown, but which prides itself on being the oldest in Europe.' They speak Basque, and live between Spain and France.  I recalled John Urtu, an ER nurse with a Erb-Duchenne Palsy, whose last name was longer but no one could pronounce it because he was Basque.

Even in ballet, one of my favorite steps has always been pas de Basque...they are known for being dancers and singers there.

Well in that general region, but mostly between Italy and France. 'One of the most striking developments was of the Catharist faith, a reflection of the refined culture and the ideals that were prevalent of the Midi Pyrenees in the Middle Ages. Persecuted by the crusade led against them by the barons of the north, the "heretics" fled deeper and deeper into the mountains before they ended up by succumbing to the numbers of their persecutors. The citadel of Montseigur will remain forever the symbol of their struggle.'

"Indeed, Bas-Langedoc, especially the department of Aude, has maintained special bonds with Toulouse, Albi or Foix since a very long time ago, well-concealed by the notion of the Catharist area, still anchored deeply in the mentality. What better symbol of this than the city of Carcasonne, which stands as if frozen in medieval armor to symbolize the Languedoc resistance in its confrontation with the Albigensian crusade?...Having also come under the domination of France's crown after the crusade, Minervois, which stands on the borders of Herault today, was another of the strongholds of Catharism.   The extraordinary village of Minerve is its capital, entrenched between two gorges and evoking the image of an oasis lost in the middle of the limestone plateau, it capitulated only after a merciless siege by Simon de Montefort. The first Catharist stake was set afire in that town. If a place were needed as a counterpoint to Minerve, it might well be the beautiful Cistercian abbey of Fonfroide, from which Pierre de Caselnau left to preach against the heretics, and in which the papal legate, Arnaud-Amaury, died, who was the author of the appalling slogan, "Kill them all, God shall recognize his own!" (this was when the officials refused to kill the Catharists in these regions because their family members were of this faith. Then the missionaries stopped, and the crusades against the Cathars began--ed)

Yesterday morning, when I first woke up, I got a symbol presented to me. Over and over, so I could get it right. A squiggle wave of five 'bumps' top to bottom, followed by a line in the middle of it straight UP. Squiggle. Line. Squiggle. Line. Squiggle. Line. It was a new Reiki symbol, for something I can't remember, but I sent it out to everyone that day in my daily healing. It was for new enlightenment I think?

Well in my research on Catharism, my heart skipped a beat when I saw THIS watermark from the cathars:

This stands for a stargate.

Over twenty-thousand people were massacred in one day during the Albigensian Crusades.

Why?

Because this is what the Cathars taught:

• you are trapped in a cycle of reincarnation after reincarnation
• this lifestyle and faith is the way out
• one object of earth life is to make over the human body worthy as a vehicle for Light of the Holy Spirit (Love)
• The Cathars called themselves Pure Ones after The Goddess Known As The Pure One, their term for the Virgin Great Creator Mother Mari
• they had alternative views about Jesus
• A large massacre took place in their large church of Mary Magdalen in the Crusades--apparently she had some input--as spirit was considered to be without gender so women and men were equal in the church in all ways. Women could have high roles in the church, unlike in the Catholic faith
• The followers of the Cathar faith shunned worldly things, and have been called the Buddhists of the West

They shunned all killing too. The Cathars were vegetarians (sometimes with the exception of fish) and were against all wars.

Why would a peaceful people in the remote mountains of the Pyrenees--attract all people--Muslim, Italian, Spanish, French? Why would it grow? And why would the Catholic Church target them with heresy?

If they Cathars were correct, then, wouldn't  the doctrine to baptize and/or accept Jesus for salvation, then to live a life as prescribed by the church might create more and more souls to be trapped in the system, of 'Samsara'?

Could this possibly explain the souls and soldiers I saw when I did a Divine Peace Healing at the Arc De Triomphe? Could they have been Knights Templars and Cathars who have died? The Healing At the Arc de Triomphe

I will let you be the decider of this.

Listen to your heart.  

Last night I guided the souls in those regions back home.

Here are some references for you:

• gnosis and cathar texts
• secrets of the cathars and why the church was out to kill them
• music by Valentin Clastrier that is Cathar Inspired
• montsegur and the cathars
• wiki catharism

If you know of the treasures that are hidden, I invite you to step forward--now is the time.

Ross

I don't have anything to add. Carla is onto something. And just for giggles, I would like to share with you what our boy invited Carla to watch just a minute ago--Weird Al videos. Here is the conversation:

'Mom? would you like to watch White and Nerdy or Foil?'

'I want FOIL! It's the one mocking ROYALS by Lorde, right?'

Here it is:

the video

(Ross is laughing softly)

Enjoy...You have the very best from both of us, our delightful son, and Weird Al too.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Ross and Carla

Thank you for all you do to serve the Light. 

Every Lesson Has A Purpose

"I'm sorry your life did not go the way you wanted it.' Archangel Haniel woke me up this morning, super early, because I have lots to do--clothes to put in the dryer (my son only has one pair of clean shorts)--lunches to pack, breakfast to make.

I softened, and was glad for her words.

Then I tensed and said, 'That is enough. Do not come back for the rest of the day.'

Sometimes it's less painful to pretend the sadness doesn't exist and the bad things never happened...

My house is in shambles.
They haven't put the toilet back on in the downstairs bathroom.
The wallboard is back up, after the leaks were fixed.
The kitchen walls are painted but not the cupboards.
Boxes of all my belongings are EVERYWHERE.
I can barely walk.

It's one hundred two degrees Fahrenheit in the day. And although the air conditioning works, none of the plugs on the inside, except for three super important ones--washer and dryer, fridge, and alarm clock--work. The lights go on in the ceiling, but no plugs. And I checked the circuit breakers--nothing was out of the row.

I am going to have to call an electrician--and this is gonna be another huge 'project'...I thought with dread.

Last night, as I watered the almost-dead garden after one week away--I heard a rustle in the tomato bushes. I had wondered why I never get a ripe tomato after almost three months with three bushes? I knew why--it was a rat.

We live in a wooded area. The city doesn't even try to kill them at all any more. They just say 'board up your house' so 'no holes the size of a quarter (a large coin about one inch diameter) or bigger' are passable.

As I lay awake before getting up, I thought, 'Well, my house has been open due to the leak. At least perhaps the tomatoes kept the rats out.'(The wall separating the kitchen from the garage was wide open)

There are ants all over my house too. They do this in the area, every August and early September. I don't spray because of the chemicals. I just move and clean up everything they like. But there were some in my master bathroom. And as I got ready to shower today, something 'nudged' me to take a look under the sink.

It's a spot I check often. There are two places in the home where I catch rats--one was behind the washer and dryer. The other is right under the sink in the master bathroom. I get one every four months. (They come to eat extra soap--I know that is disgusting, but they do, and I'd rather have them come where I can get to them, than have them chewing holes in the walls of the kitchen if I plug this hole up.)

Oh my God!

It was a rat in a trap under the sink.

It was old--the eyes were gone.

And when I lifted the trap (I re-use them. It's the trick to catch the new ones--the smell of a female rat on it with peanut butter catches them every time.)...maggots were all over the place!

I have never seen this.

I was horrified, shocked, disgusted.

It stunk.

But what could I do? It's just me.

I could NEVER let my son know about it--he hates rats.

So I got the spray cleaner, and after I threw the trap and the carcass into the trash bag I had, then layer after layer, I sprayed and used paper towels to pick the maggots up.

I noticed when I cleaned the cabinet where it happened, there was no trace. And I knew the germs were killed. I liked that it could be made back whole again.

And as I picked up the squirming maggots off the floor, paper towel after paper towel, feeling them squirming in my hand, I thought, 'this is Nature cleaning this up for me--that's what maggots DO.'

I noticed to myself that Nature had done a pretty good job. It didn't stink as bad as a fresh one would in this heat.

Life had transformed itself from dead rodent to many live  squirming adolescent flies!

That's when I heard it--the voice of Archangel Haniel, clear as a bell, 'Every lesson has a purpose, Carla. Every lesson has a purpose.'

Then I shut up.

I delayed my shower fourteen minutes to write this. I hope I find a plug to charge it up again--my computer--back to the 'rat race' again for me.

I hope you enjoyed this lesson.

No matter what, there is some purpose in it--we can't see it--but if Nature can clean up it's own mess without pesticides and chemicals, perhaps 'other things' take care of themselves too for a Higher Good, energetically.

P.S. I ate dinner at this table. It was one of the best meals of my life. It's at the Butchart Gardens overlooking Brentwood Bay far, far off in the distance.



Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,
Peace,

Reiki Doc



P.S. Ross is happy I wrote this. He is playing this song for me.

So Into You by Atlanta Rhythm Section

http://youtu.be/QyIZ3pYKOQM

Oh my gosh! I can write about dead rats and maggots and that man of mine is such a sweetheart!!! Awwwwwww! <3 <3 <3 I really really love him!!!

Me And Ross Yesterday

My house has, well, um...rats. The neighbors have them too. We live in a wooded area, and well, there is a war between us and the 'invaders'. It doesn't help having six feet of dead space between the homes that are connected together, too. Anything can happen in there...

That being the case, then, there is one thing I asked Ross to do a favor for on my behalf since he is galactic.

I asked, him, 'Honey? Would you please make it that there are no rats?'

He didn't really say yes or no, but I accepted it as 'yes'.

Two days ago, I heard something rattling around in the wall behind the cupboard that is above the refrigerator. I hate it. My son is also very upset by rats.

Over the years I have become quite the trapper. And most of the time I catch things and he never needs to know.

Well yesterday morning, the sink wouldn't drain right. It's in the bathroom directly above the 'loud noises'.

And I opened the cabinet to look at the lever for the sink drain.

Guess what I saw?

A dead rat in a trap.

I catch them there, the soap-eating rats. This one was rat number three, and except for being dead, it looked healthy!

My heart sank.

Where was Ross in all this?

As my bare hands opened the trap (I had run out of gloves), I wanted to cry. My son watched and was horrified. The rat was stiff and starting to smell. It must have been one day. And those eyes, those dead eyes really bothered me...

I went downstairs.

My son kept bugging me to check the mail.

So when I threw out the dead rat, I went to the mail box.

In it was a letter from his school.

Inside was a beautiful handwritten note and a drawing to 'my favorite mom I ever had' wishing me Happy Valentine's Day.

I couldn't help but cry.

OMG! Life brings you rats and life brings you roses and hearts all in the same day.

And the loving kindness helps you forget the rats.

I still ask Ross every night for 'no more rats'.

But I guess it was an exception--to make it clear that I am LOVED very much.

No matter what.


Aloha and Mahalos,
Namaste,

Reiki Doc


P.S. For those of you who like to solve problems, I've had exterminators come look the place over with a fine tooth comb. I've done everything they have said to do--stopped up the holes the size of a quarter with wire mesh, taken out food sources, etc. I know all their tricks and I use them. That's why I'm good at catching them.  (southern california is FULL of rats. shhhhh! they eat the dog food and the fruit on the trees in the back yards.)

Go Vegan Message From Mice

I know it sounds ironic, but one of the biggest things that led me to healthier eating is interacting with the rats and mice that I raise when the snake is picky.

Most pet snakes, particularly the popular Ball Python, go for stretches of time where they won't eat. Months, even years in some cases. But you have to offer it once a week. Many times the pet shop is nice and will take mice back (but not reimburse the money). I kind of got tired of going so much to the pet shop.

I started giving table scraps to them. Mama Rat loved her greens. Papa Rat was into oranges. Everyone liked their pet mix from the store.

But I started an experiment. We live in a wooded area. Rats are pretty common in Southern California. I have had some and caught them in my garage. When I was cleaning up after their mess, from the wild rats, I noticed a pattern in my food storage--rats liked sweets. They destroyed my expensive Italian chocolates. One went after the cookie in my son's Cookie Monster costume for Halloween! It was FAKE chocolate chip and sewn to the hand!

I introduced several foods to the rats, and later, when we found out our snake exclusively eats mice, the mice.

Did you know there are some things rats and mice WON'T eat?

Everything that is really unhealthy, and a few I am just not sure why.

Right now I have some left-over pumpkin bread that is kind of like cinnamon bread in the cage.

They won't touch it.

Rats are smart. Anyone who has ever tried to catch one discovers this. They know what is good for them. And what's not.

Here is a list of things they won't eat:

• microwave popcorn
• anything with High Fructose Corn Syrup
• pasta (although the wild rats ate it dry in the garage)
• hard French Bread
• Toast with butter (my son didn't like the brand of bread I had bought)
• Pineapple (I wonder if they eat them in Hawaii?)
• Chocolate cake with frosting
• Meat (although I have heard they cannibalize if threatened)
• Cheese
• Jicama
• leftover burrito

Here is what they like:

• pet food mix with corn, oats, and seeds
• lettuce
• apples
• wasabi peanuts and stale breakfast cereal
• very plain animal cookies
• all nuts make them extremely happy--they will grab it and run!

The point is--any time I am faced with a food option that the rats won't eat and the mice ignore, I think twice. If it is not good for them, it might not be good for me too.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

Baby Rats and Adult Cats

Bob Barker is right. There are a lot of unwanted pets out there. I wish to raise the attention to two groups right now. 

The first are baby rats. Having had a litter of six recently, due to my not being able to tell the difference between the sexes of rats, and my wanting for the grown-up rats not to be lonely. They seemed happy together. No wonder why--they were on their honeymoon! Mom got big and fat, and as soon as I put her in her private cage, six wonderful babies came out!

I had hopes of keeping them as pets, by handling them frequently, and loving them. I wanted something cute and cuddly to hold. They were not much trouble at first. But the deeper you get into something, the more you learn, and the truth comes out.

Rats have a vicious reproductive cycle. Their fertility is so high that the mother can get pregnant after giving birth. The last pinkie pops out, and BANG! Papa gets her pregnant. If that does not work, she gets in heat every five days. And if Papa is persistent, she can go into heat because of his efforts. What I have learned is that the best of intentions isn't enough to raise a good pet. They are bred that way. For their personality. The ones that squirm a lot and try to get away just don't make good pets. 

That way, the vicious cycle perpetuates itself: feeder rats beget feeder rats. I just dropped off three obese mice and six small rats (four weeks age, weanable) at the local pet shop. I just did not have the time to take care of them all. They are almost able to get each other pregnant, and mom too. It would have been an explosion of pets.

Did I try to give them away? Yes. I had no takers. Did I try to give them to a pet store that doesn't sell feeder rats? I did. They only accept them from the licensed breeder. They took my number in case someone who couldn't afford one wanted one. They also suggested Craig's List. 

I took my pendulum out and working with it helped me to decide. I think I wrote a post on Pendulum 101 in the past. Pendulums are very accurate. And with a good conscience, I came to the conclusion that feeder pets are feeder pets, and at least they were loved and off to a good start in my house.  Mom and dad are together again. I had to give them a little happiness, to take away the pain of the babies leaving their mom. When the next ones come, which I enjoy taking care of immensely, I will face a decision about all of the pets.

What are my options? Fix mom. Give them all away to the reptile store (no questions asked). Keep Dad and give mom with pinkies to pet store. Either way, I will use my pendulum to help me arrive at the decision that is of the greatest benefit to all.

Who benefits from the babies? The pet shop owner, who will make a profit on the six small rats and three mice. He will make thirty dollars in rats and about eight in mice. Do I want to negotiate a deal with him? No. He was kind enough to take them off my hands. He won't have to order from the breeder, so he will make pure profit on them.

The thought I am thinking is this: in Nature, without man's intervention, animals are in balance. Except in drought and famine, for example. But here in Southern California, we have encroachment. People get upset over wild animals. The coyotes eat their pets. All cats have to stay indoors. Life span for an outdoor cat is one year. The mountain lions frighten everybody. And the rabbits eat their gardens. At Casta Del Sol, the newspaper says they allow shooting of rabbits at sundown. Exterminators are hired for this purpose because the residents get angry that their gardens won't grow. And yet the natural balance for the rabbit, the coyote, is not allowed to do its thing?!? This is ludicrous. Absolutely ludicrous!

And here I am with too many rodents in captivity and a snake that won't eat! (it won't do frozen)

This brings me to the adult cats. They do not do well in another home. I was talking with an L&D nurse yesterday. They had adopted an adult cat, and it had weird habits. It used to jump into the tub all the time and drink the drips. Apparently it had not been given enough water in its prior home. It wasn't friendly and did not like the home environment. It clawed up the furniture, and was given back to the adoption place.

People give up their adult cats for adoption, without being informed about the truth: people only want kittens. There is good reason for this--adult cats do not do well in new homes. And consequently, many adult cats do not make it through the week at the shelter. They are euthanized because they do not make it to good homes. Perhaps a no-kill shelter will keep them for life, in crowded conditions that lead to stress and illness. This is true for dogs in shelters, too. They often have disease, and do not have the best dispositions. They live unloved in the kennel their whole life.

What I want to express is that Nature is in delicate balance. Man's intervention can help or hurt this balance. It is my hope that some of you reading this, will take healing and energy, as well as Divine Truth, to heart, and help find a solution for all these animals in need of balance.

Neuter or Spay, as Bob Barker says. Bob is getting up in years. Who is going to take up the fight?

Namaste,

Reiki Doc