First Witnessed Intraoperative Reiki at My OR

One of my Reiki Students is from Hawaii. He is a scrub tech, very amiable, very outspoken, and very funny. For example, he often plays music for us in the O.R. with his Pandora account. He made the offhand comment the other day, 'I have over four hundred stations on Pandora. They keep telling me to upgrade. Ya think I should do it?' I cracked up. Hello! Duh! It's only four dollars a month! His sense of humor is to state the obvious in a funny way.

He has done hearts in Texas, and like me, was rejected from the Heart Room at our hospital because of 'personality conflict' with the surgeon. My old heart surgeon was amazing, technically, and so good he could 'have fun while he worked'. Except for the most delicate cases, where he needed to concentrate, we had music playing and talked with joy while he worked. The entire O.R. was happy. Apparently this tech came from a place of 'that kind' of excellence, where work was a joy. Where I work now has excellence in the heart program too, of course. But this surgeon is very 'old school' and 'needs silence to concentrate' the entire case.

This tech seeks me out with questions about 'what is going on'. He showed me an article about Sandy Hook, and asked me what I think. If you have been reading and doing research on the ways of the Dark Hats, you would have the gist of my reply to him.

He bowed his head and said, 'I just can't believe that!' and shook his head from side to side.

'I'm sorry, but it's TRUE.' The rituals and 'religion' of the Dark Hats is darker than anyone would guess.  It is hard to accept. My acceptance is from a testimony at the very end of a link in the Cobra's Little Red Pill (on the Portal2102 website or Kauilapele's website)--a survivor of a genuine concentration camp, whose job was to bury the bodies from the crematorium and got sent back to the states to be a janitor at a Jesuit school--it was what this witness said that made me believe. He saw everything. (If you are doubting what is true, read the links of what the survivors have to say. Like him. And of  Monarch Mind Control and MK Ultra. Their tales will haunt you, and yet resonate with your heart center, as Truth.)

But we moved on.

'Watch! I am connecting to this patient's aura now!' I said to the tech (this is not the one I had the crush on before. This one is married to a massage therapist and Piloxi instructor--pilates kick boxing classes. My earlier crush 'faded out', 'fizzled', and I am so glad it did.) I said this while having my back to the patient and facing him! It was imperceptible to the eye, but 'right on' with the energy work. I felt very little life force. This patient was going to die, the disease load was everywhere, energetically. I did not say the operation would be a 'success' and yet it would 'recur' and lead to succumbing to the disease.)

"I can feel the Bovie when they use it on the patient when I am connected." I said. "I can feel the sensory and motor nerve testing on spine cases, and the shocks from extracorporeal shock wave lithotripsy (ESWL) too when I am hooked into their aura.' I gestured what it feels like to my aura--'shock! shock! shock!' It doesn't hurt. It's just energy and you feel it because it is strong.

He thought it was cool. I explained in severe cases, there are typically dark entities (DE's) and many negative entities (NE's) and I step aside metaphysically and ask Archangel Michael to clear them out and put light into my patient's energetic system. This one had three DE's. I explained how most adults have five attachments, how many disembodied souls have not crossed and are 'actively seeking' an energy system to 'parasite' for survival itself! When our auras get weakened by strong negative emotions, they 'attach' in a millisecond without our being aware of it.

He asked how I can do this without getting affected? I reassured him I was assessed, cleared, and given the golden mesh of protection. This process takes at least five weeks to complete. What I did not say, is that all of my students, my Twitter followers, my Facebook 'likes', and the regular readers of this blog automatically get this service, for free. I 'publish' my book one chapter at a time, on this blog, instead of through traditional publishing (I had hoped for online version to help me pay for retirement). This supports the 'energy exchange' of one hundred fifty dollars Spirit requests for each clearing and assessment and protection that is given. I see it as a way to decrease suffering and 'level the playing field' that the Dark Hats have so seriously stacked against us in this life....You now have your OWN energetic system, which is parasite-free, and you are given a free pass so that no more will attach unless you invite them. Drugs and poor life-choices that lower the Vibration weaken the aura, as does strong anger and other strong negative thinking over lengths of time. The 'attachments' are guided to the Light, where they find nuturing, warmth, love, and compassion. So energetically, it is a Win-Win, not an 'exorcism' where the attachments 'die'. Exorcism is too strong of a work, actually, but at the moment I can't think of another one that 'fits'.

I saw St. Michael standing behind the Scrub Tech, patting him on the back, as I finished the Reiki treatment on the patient. The whole thing took about three minutes, and I shared with the tech what I saw. He laughed and smiled.

He does not know that with Reiki, by the time you get to the Reiki Master level, you are 'open' enough to see many of these Ascended Masters and Archangels--or at least 'feel their presence'--yourself!

It felt good to share this work openly with another in real time. Yesterday was a fantastic moving forward for Doctors With Reiki.

I also used my Reiki to calm down not one but two angry surgeons. I was thanked by a scrub tech (female) for 'everything you did' in that case afterwards. And another different scrub tech-number three!--said my music selection was excellent and that 'music soothes the savage beast'. He could see the surgeon calm down before his eye. What he didn't see, was the Reiki I was giving at the same time, connecting right to the surgeons' heart center, and sending Unconditional Love and Light along with the music as I took care of the patient, who was in 'Twilight Sleep' and very comfortable.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

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