Gaia News Brief 12.9.2014

Anesthesia Scheduling?

From time to time I get a 'special request' for my anesthesia services. Sometimes I am informed of this, other times I have no clue and it is the patient who tells me.

Yesterday, I had a patient who has autonomic dysreflexia  (spinal cord injury patient who has blood pressure involvement because it is a high-level lesion of the cord)--who looked at me with surprise and said, 'This is an answer to a prayer!'

She did not schedule request me in advance.

I have vast experience with spinal cord patients, and took care of this one two procedures ago--following my instinct and having them admitted to the ICU for observation for autonomic dysreflexia the night after the surgery--which actually HAPPENED and needed treatment. I saved a life and educated the surgeon for a minor procedure that was scheduled as outpatient about the care of spinal cord patients.

I was not scheduled by special request--Heaven took care of it for this patient--and it really WAS an answer to a prayer.

And the day before? The same thing with another patient. That one brought forth two healing codes and the very next day when I checked on her--I openly shared for the first time about the healing codes and with her permission, wrote them on her foot.



Exit Of The Guardians:

With the passing of Sylvia Browne, it caught my attention--her 'live a good life and go Home' was complete. She was one of my 'awakeners' whose books helped me early in my own path as a Light worker.

Her mission was complete.

Yesterday we lost the Reverend Pamela, who works with Alexandra Meadors of Galactic Connection. She suddenly fell ill about one month ago and rapidly declined. She passed peacefully in her sleep.

A gifted healer and Lightworker, Pam helped to remove implants from me. I also worked with her and Alexandra with several healing projects in general. Her input on spiritual issues was always spot-on, and she helped to find some very tricky things that were hidden very well by the dark in others.

Her job is done. And she is now Home.

I have seen many leaving, and I know of a few more who are scheduled to pass soon. People are asking me for guidance as their loved one prepares for Transition.

Yesterday I had a huge wave of awareness hit as I drove home on the freeway:

• Life is the freeway--we go in any direction we want on the 'freeway system' of Life Contracts and Life Experiences
• We are the drivers--our Consciousness--our Souls
• Our bodies are the cars
• We have drivers and cars of all ages and skill levels moving through traffic together
• Everyone takes their exit they need at the time they need it to go to their destination

Solar Flares PLUS:

Many, many, many people are experiencing dizziness, disorientation, psychotic 'flare ups' from a previously stable condition, and recurrence of painful issues from the past they thought 'they were done with'--and they come to me for guidance and encouragement in their dismay.

The same is true for all kinds of corruption in business and government being suddenly brought to the  light--those things that were hidden being made for all of us to see.

There is a reason for this, that is scientific in a  spiritual way, and I will explain it:

• The energies of Gaia and surrounding her are increasing to support her in her Ascension of herself and her inhabitants
• She needs this to stay healthy as she has been hurt, wounded, and near dying as a being of Light for some time
• It feels very very good to her to get these new energies
• As she heals, we all heal too; conversely, as we heal ourselves, She heals
• Never before has a planet and her inhabitants Ascended or 'gone to a higher frequency energy vibration spiritually' -- together.
• Usually the planet wipes out all life on it and 'goes up', and starts again.
• For people like me who have done a lot of clearing work for the past few years--going through emotional issues and resolving them--from this life and past lives too--this energy feels like the best thing that ever could have happened to them. It is comforting and soothing and like fresh air to the soul!
• For people who have not done ANY work, on themselves or their past incarnations--the increasing energies are making them uncomfortable. These old issues are not compatible with the Higher Realms, and must be cleared as the energy ramps up. People feel like they have a lack of control and are being faced with challenges--but in reality this process is preparing them for enjoyment of the gift of new life in the Higher Realms, where prosperity, abundance, perfect health, and eternal youth are the norm. People only work for four hours a day, need less sleep, and enjoy their freedom of their lives much more than they do at the present.
• Most individuals are somewhere in between these two end points--myself and the people who have not done any clearing work.

On Crimes Done In The Name Of Jesus:

One close friend, who was in crisis and I spoke with on the phone for two hours two days ago--shared with me what happened in childhood.  It was severe physical and sexual abuse, on himself as a boy. I won't share the details--but I will share one after I tell you that a Child Psychologist friend who discovered all this truth about him as an adult when he was working as a handyman at the clinician's house and 'just told him EVERYTHING'  said, 'I have been in the business for thirty years and this is the worst case I have ever seen. How are you still alive?'

The father was the abuser.

The children would get 'punished'.

He would have them take off all their clothes to be 'punished' and the mother was fully aware of what was going on.

They were beaten viscously to the point where there are still bony deformities of the chest from being kicked by the father repeatedly.

Then the father would sodomize the children.  He did not use lube. He just did it and the children would bleed.

After the father finished sodomizing or raping the sons and daughters, he would say, 'Jesus Loves You'.

The MOTHER would say 'Jesus Loves You'.

The father was a deacon and head usher at the church and well-respected in the community.

For all who have suffered a grievous crime like this 'In The Name Of Jesus'--or lost their life in a political or religious conflict 'In His Name'--I WANT YOU TO APPRECIATE THAT THIS IS NOT 'LOVE' . HEAVEN IS FULLY AWARE OF THE CONFLICT OF INTEREST IN THE PERPETRATOR AND THE DEEP DAMAGE THAT ACTION OF THIS KIND HAS DONE TO YOU.

HELP WILL BE ARRIVING IN SPIRIT AND IN SOME CASES AS A HEALING FRIEND (WHO IS INCARNATE THE SAME AS YOU) IN THE NEAR FUTURE.

HEAVEN GIVES FULL APOLOGY TO YOU FOR ALL YOU HAVE SUFFERED IN JESUS' NAME AND IT WILL BE MADE UP TO YOU.

IT WILL BE MADE UP TO YOU.

ALL BLESSINGS THAT ARE POSSIBLE TO BE GIVEN WILL BE GIVEN TO YOU FOR YOUR SUFFERING IN HIS NAME...AFTER THE HEALING IS COMPLETE.

HELP IS DUE TO ARRIVE ANY DAY NOW.

UNTIL THAT TIME JUST STAY CLOSE TO ROSS AND CARLA AND HER MESSAGES UNTIL YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO AND SHE WILL GUIDE YOU WHILE YOU WAIT.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Namaste,

Peace,

Carla the Reiki Doc

Goddess 101

Today I experienced the Truth of what Goddess Worship was really about.

There is so much more at stake than recycling cans and bottles, or 'hugging trees'.

In essence, Goddess is the Divine Feminine, combined with the energy of the Divine Masculine, to make Light.

There is a healthy balance between the two, the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine, and when both play their parts with mutual respect, loving acceptance, and sincere desire  to raise one another's Consciousness, energy of creation is sent forth from the interaction.

This can be soul-to-soul with someone of the same sex, fully clothed, from one heart to another, as this conversation at the checkout line with the cashier:

cashier: what is this root thing?
me: Taro.
cashier: Carrow?
me:  Taro. As in poi.
cashier: I thought you were saying 'farrow'. I had that once, poi. I went to a luau a very long time ago...
bagger:  What is poi?
me: it is an ancient Hawaiian carbohydrate staple made from this root. It is eaten as a paste.
bagger: oh.
cashier: it is very very good for you. I didn't like it. I went to, who was that old Hawaiian guy who used to sing? His luau.
me:  Don Ho. I kissed him once. I went to his concert and while we were getting autographs he wanted a kiss. I was a lot cuter then. I'm just a mom now...
cashier: (she waves her hand at me like 'you look fine!') You know being 'just a mom' is the most important thing--I have never been a mother, but my mom, we lost her in January--
me:  I'm sorry...
cashier: I was just thinking about her yesterday. How she used to sing to us. She used to sing a song...(she sings about little fishes, like a preschool song, and her face is lit up like an angel, as she relives those happy times. She stops, she looks and me and says) Motherhood, I love the fathers and fatherhood is special but...the mom...
me: It is the closest relationship on earth. (I smiled)
cashier: Yes, that's it! Exactly.
me:  My boy has been having some trouble with his feet. Yesterday I went to the PE activity where they jog and do fast walk. I worked with him. Socks on, socks off, shoes off, bare feet, trying patiently to get to the bottom of his pain...and I thought to myself, who else would do this? Who else puts up with our crap and wants to make it better?--it's the moms!

That was so much more than a 'ringing up of the groceries' wasn't it? That is because we were each present in the Here and Now.

I have to confess--the Forget-Me-Not flower campaign on my Facebook page is designed to counteract the last remnant holding us back from, as society as a whole, being ready for 5D. Here's why:

Although there were shadow-chasers whose brutality against the Goddess through sexual abuse, ritual abuse, incest, and more is an abomination--the rest of us who 'looked the other way' on it are sort of on the hook for allowing it to persist. Even though it was 'hidden' and very well so at that...

The series takes you gently from the well-known, personalized, and well understood 'secret' of incest and molest, and takes you through to infanticide and just to the edge of being able to accept the horrible travesty that goes on in Ritual Abuse.

Before I re-post the campaign in sequence, let me share with you my tale.

I have full recollection from most of my lifetimes that I walked the planet.

The one immediately before this involved my participation in Ritual Abuse. I was created to live inside the hidden network of this 'worship'; I was a 'kitten'. 

There is a saying about a certain kind of pupillary response on physical examination of the eye, the Argyll-Robertson pupil. It is also called 'the prostitute pupil' because it accommodates but does not react.

As a kitten, I was not completely mind-controlled. It was a 'game' for me I wanted to 'win'; I got 'rewards' such as dolls and small liberties for my 'prowess'. That is how I remember. The unusual thing about me was that not only did I accommodate, I would also 'react', the same as a grown woman would 'react', every single time. 

I was only shared with the members of the 'highest rank and privilege' within the organization. I worked often, possibly more than once a day. The morality was so twisted that I thought it was 'my job' to 'service' men and women who were sent to me. I took pride in my work! I didn't do anything but that--and 'keeping up appearances'. I lived in a 'cage', a very fancy one at that, but I was 'locked inside the system' and never saw 'daylight' (love/God/human kindness) with my two eyes.

My active times were between four and ten years old. Towards the end, as my body began to mature, the novelty 'wore off'. It was decided that I be given to a High Ranking member who had a 'snuff' fetish. He choked me to death in the peak of his passion--as he 'came' I breathed my last breath and felt his fingers crushing my little neck. It was terrible. I saw my body as I left it and scratched my head thinking, 'what was the point of this entire life?' (Here is the original post, one year ago: http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2012/09/acceptance-of-dark-past-life.html)

This kind of pathologic interaction happens all over the world, every day, and worse. 

Where life is more than cheap--it fuels the entire blood drinking 'worship'.

If you wish to know the truth about this 'ritual worship', read this: http://kauilapele.wordpress.com/2012/07/22/cobra-update-7-22-12-the-red-pill/

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Master Koothoomi requested this of me: http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2013/09/a-request-from-master-koothoomi.html

And here is my work on the assignment:

1. This is for my aunt who experienced incest as a child. You are not forgotten. Namaste. Please add your own people to honor who have experienced violation of their boundaries, male or female. (September 20, 2013)
2. This Forget-Me-Not flower is given today to those brave souls who shared on yesterday's flowers, that, like me, they are survivors of sexual trauma. When you feel down, check out Monika Korra - Kill the Silence. Her YouTube video is pure Healing, Encouraging Light!     (The Forget-Me-Not flower is the symbol for both supporters of those who have experienced this form of violence against males and females, and for those who are healing from these experiences themselves. You are not forgotten. You are LOVED!) Please share and add the name and or relationship to you of those YOU remember in the comments section here today. Namaste. (September 21, 2013)
3. This is for Mark, my first husband. After my memory of abuse surfaced, he shared with me what a priest had done to him. 'It was no big deal', he rationalized. It was a big deal. And the more I wanted to heal, the more we drifted apart...molest happens to boys. Today this flower is for all the little ones who suffered like Mark and bravely 'rationalized' it, coping the best way they could...(September 22, 2013)
4. Arthur lived on the corner. He gave all the kids on the block candy. Full-sized candy bars, whenever we asked. Once I went in his house. I didn't like it. It smelled awful and felt creepy. Years later, I found out why--he was a pedophile. This flower is for Chuck and all the other neighborhood kids who were hurt by Arthur. There are going to be so many Forget-Me-Nots to send...poor Chuck he never had a normal life. No wife, no kids, and drinks like a fish. He is my best friends brother. We were so lucky not to have been hurt by Arthur too! (September 23, 2013)
5. Today's Forget-Me-Not outreach of love, compassion, and healing goes to the Indian Residential School System survivors who were young children who young children who were forcibly removed from their homes and sent to government-funded, church-run schools, where many endured physical and sexual abuse. (September 24, 2013)
   
   Read more: http://www.ctvnews.ca/canada/daughter-of-martin-luther-king-jr-calls-for-end-of-economic-injustice-against-first-nations-1.1464948#ixzz2foTAvjkS
6. Today's Forget-Me-Not bouquet is given to those Who Tell. My cousin, who in middle age, confronted an Uncle who had once abused her. To myself, who reported the predator who was 'grooming' and 'just starting' to molest my two-year-old boy. And to Janet, who made this beautiful website after her daughter 'told' her about 'mom's boyfriend touching her inappropriately'--to help all kid's in her daughter's situation. I've met Janet. She's an ANGEL first-class all the way! http://www.iamgonnatell.com/ (September 25, 2013)
7. Today's Forget-Me-Not flowers are being given to those who work in Women's Medicine--they are supportive and caring to all--and this means so much to all who are survivors of sexual trauma to have this gentle, caring presence to 'make everything normal and healthy' again. You are angels! (September 26, 2013)
8. Today's Forget-Me-Not flowers of love and remembrance goes to the survivors of extreme abuse, like Steve. Dad 'messed' with all of the brothers and sisters in their bedrooms--until Steve got big enough to fight back. He cut off all contact with the family after he married, and a sister literally camped out at the door to 'make everything okay in the Family because it wasn't bad'! For all of the survivors of extreme dysfunction in the family unit, may you find Peace, Light, Love, and experience strong connection to Source. You are amazing angels who have survived against all odds; I greatly admire you. (September 27, 2013)
9. Today's Forget-Me-Not loving thoughts go to those victims of sexual trauma who are asleep and do not remember. I was like this for twenty-two years. On some level, you 'know' and display 'symptoms', such as hypervigilance, startle reflex, and anxiety. But your subconscious is not willing to let it 'out' enough for you to 'heal'--it's still trying to protect you enough for you to survive. Someone close to me is in that state. I know both her and the predator (who gave me full confession after death through a medium). All I can do is just pray and hope for the best...as she makes her poor life choices based on her unconscious pain. (September 28, 2013)
10. Today's Forget-Me-Not flowers of lovingkindness is difficult for me to write--it was suggested, wisely so, but incredibly sad. It is for the elderly, who in their vulnerablility are often traumatized by others: financially, physcially, and yes, horrible to think about it, sexually. Did you know that the geriatric population has the highest rates of STD's out of any sexually active people? It's sad, it's true...may angels watch over our wise ones and protect them every day... (September 29, 2013)
11. Today's Forget-Me-Not flower goes to workers in the adult film industry. Although Mary Magdalen was a prostitute, she always considered it a 'service to humanity' and therefore not degrading. But for others who wound up in the field without her purity of intent, and feel 'less than others' because of their work, this flower is to send an extra ray of healing, love, acceptance, compassion, and encouragement to them in their situation. It's a tough one, and only their heart-in connection with their Guardian Angel--can advice on what to do about it. Aloha and Mahalo and Namaste.(September 30, 2013)
12. Today's Forget-Me-Not flowers of compassion and hope, goes to a very 'touchy subject'--persons whose partners do not appeal to them sexually any more. As mother once said, 'there comes a time in a marriage or relationship when they reach for you and it just makes your skin crawl.' It is an important data point that circumstances might prevent one from acting on it. Spouses and partners can do unspeakable things to each other in the bedroom, and no one would ever understand or believe it was not by mutual consent. These flowers are to provide support that what you are experiencing is real, and you never again need to have someone treat you like this. Ask the angels and guides to guide you to safety, warmth, and a place where love flows as freely and naturally as Divine Plan intends. (October 1, 2013)
13. Spirit invites us to reflect on one more Forget-Me-Not group whose plight hurts Gaia a great deal: the infants subject to infanticide because of their sex not being 'desired' in one's society. From 'pre-determined selection' in the Fertility lab, to being left for dead or worse at birth, these souls ask for your prayers of kindness and compassion for their healing, and moreover, that this form of societally 'accepted' trauma cease and desist across the globe beginning today. (October 1, 2013)
14. Today we pause to send loving energy to those who have experienced genital mutilation and torture in this life or the past. From chastity belts, to interrogation with electric shock to the most sacred and sensitive areas, to female circumcision and infundibulation (sewing everything almost all the way shut) in certain tribes. These souls have experienced suffering far more than ever imagined possible. Please pray for them to heal on a soul level, and for these brutal forms of suffering to be wiped from the face of the earth, from Gaia and her people, forevermore. Namaste. (October 2, 2013)

Aloha and mahalos,

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

you are precious, you are loved, and you are never forgotten by the Divine

Pink Bubblegum Ice Cream

Tonight was the school play. As a Reiki Master and Intuitive, I FELT all the marvelous energy of those performing kids, in addition to watching and enjoying the play itself.

I took my son out to 31 Flavors after to celebrate.

When I looked at the flavors available, I was surprised that my favorite, burgundy cherry wasn't there.

And then it happened. It  is the term I have used to describe all my life when my PTSD kicks in. I should have expected it to happen. Yesterday after dealing with mom, her doctor at the nursing home, negotiating the transfer to ER, explaining to my sisters that this was serious and mom needed an ambulance, going there, and talking with her doctors, then the long, late drive home and being even more behind in my own life...I felt 'NUMB'.

A PTSD flare typically happens when I am overwhelmed emotionally, or when something happens to 'remind me' of the event. (If you want to know what happened, look it up in the search box on this blog. I don't want to go over that again today.) My emotions can't process it in 'real time' like a normal person. It 'floats around' for days, and like a cat coughing up a fur ball--believe me, it feels just as uncomfortable--my subconscious 'spits it up' for my conscious mind to digest.

What was it today?

Well, let's start with the ice cream. Pink bubblegum is very bright pink. It also happens to be the flavor my sister always got, but not me. I had to be 'more sensible' due to my being 'the oldest'. I never got a clown ice cream that cost more. But my sister, who was trained 'to keep asking until she gets what she wants' always did. There was extreme favoritism in my family. It is still there now. Out of three girls, I am like, first born but number three when it comes to being close to mother's heart.

My little 'me' inside wanted the pretty pink ice cream.

I knew what to do. I got it. Even though I am going raw vegan, and I KNOW the ice cream is a bunch of GMO bovine growth hormone and crap, SPIRIT TRUMPS ALL when SPIRIT needs healing.

When my son got his tonsils out at four, when he came home, he was crying inconsolably. I asked him if he was in pain, and fortunately he wasn't. But he said, 'I want my tonsils BACK!'

When what happened to me at four, I felt 'dirty' and 'shame'. Like his tonsils, my 'innocence' was ripped out of my little girl's heart.

The memory buried until I was twenty-six. When it came back, I felt so dirty it was painful. I found a small ballerina bear, about six inches tall, with a tutu at a local store. I named her my name, and that was my innocence. I carried her with me everywhere, in a purse so it wouldn't show, but on my desk at work where I could see it. My massage therapist, Stacey, was an angel. She would talk to 'me' with lovingkindness, and sit 'me' up on a shelf while she worked on my body. Sometimes more memory that was trapped in my muscles would come out. Stacey, a survivor herself, taught me how to live again.

Once when I forgot 'me' at work, I made my husband drive us half hour to my work on a Saturday to get 'me' back again. This was in the first three months after the memory, and healing was very hard.

Sometimes, I think I have not grown all that much. Energetically, 'me' is 'healed', but somehow, in my aura, there is only one thing that makes me 'feel better' in my 'owie'--the scar or hole leaking energy from where my innocence was. It is the High Vibration Aromatherapy Oils I wear around my neck. I never take them off because they make me feel better. It's been most of my life with this wound. I function beautifully, no one would ever see my scar, but I really don't enjoy it. I want to be whole. And if it is the necklaces of aromatherapy that is working for me right now, so be it. I don't even HAVE my ballerina bear any more, nor do I recall where it ended up. I outgrew it.

But on deeper inspection, I would never trade a day without my PTSD. There are some benefits that are hidden. There are three--so those of you who are survivors can stand tall when I make this list:

1. The trauma causes your consciousness to 'jump' into the higher 'registers' for 'safety' in a near-death situation. I literally thought 'this is what it feels like to die'. Guess what happens when you survive? You get to be psychic. Those 'connections' are wide open on a soul level.
2. I am a WAY better anesthesiologist for having felt that trauma. I can recognize and treat faster and more effectively because of having experienced that myself. Surgery brings out a lot of PTSD in people, and is a source of it for others. I try to make the risk of it as low as possible in my patients.
3. As a result of having to function with a subconscious that 'makes itself known', I know myself on a deeper level  than would have been possible if it hadn't happened. The subconscious is not scary, but it has its own 'way' and as a matter of life I have come to know it. Some people do not even know their CONSCIOUS in the first place. But for me, I am comfortable in my own skin, with my conscious and subconscious too. I simply accept and love all of me. And I know my innocence is where it always has been, because nobody can every take away a part of your soul that is your birth right.

Remember to always be loving to yourself. To be as gentle and kind to yourself as you are to others. You are important. And you ARE a survivor, just for being here on earth. And if you have PTSD, I love you very very much, and I care about your heart. Remember that the crystal shines more brightly when the light hits one that has the cracks inside. It makes you 'sparkly', on a soul level. Sparkly just like me. 

Aloha and Mahalo for reading this. I appreciate it very much. I wanted to share from my own experience what PTSD is like 'on the inside' so everyone will know it is not the end. Sometimes you need to lean on your friends sometimes. Mine have to screen my movies for me. There are some scenes I can't watch, but otherwise I do okay.

I haven't had a flare up from it since, wow, before I became a mom. I guess that means I am doing pretty well. <3

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. Where is the Reiki? Well, I did a magnificent job in Reiki Class when I worked on the Shadow Self meditation. That one really helped me heal a lot. Otherwise, just the daily practice, for years, has made me more aware in general, and able to tune in and stay calm when stuff like this hits.

Visions and Dreams Talk Story

Elk is Animal Medicine for Stamina

Spirit 'nudged' me to go to the local metaphysical shop. Instead of taking a nap, I went.

Once in, I noticed the flyers. How odd it is that for all our metaphysical gifts, all we have to 'present' to others are the flyers that pile up on the shelves? Does it come down to this: the knack at graphic arts and self-promotion? 

Then I started to read the ones for the 'readers' on the wall. They sound a lot like me: lifelong gift, does Reiki, Karuna Reiki, Clair-everything (pan-clair? LOL), helping others. I liked the Wednesday night Deeksha share. Yes this is the same healing of the seeds of karma in the pineal gland that I call 'Sai Maa Diksha' in this blog. Long story short, there are some words I can't spell. Deeksha, or Diksha,  is simply one of them.

If you see me in a crystal shop, don't laugh. I am surfing the energies in the place, looking for Spirit to indicate what I am meant to buy. Notice that I am not saying, what I would like to buy; that is ego. I humbly go through the store, taking an energy 'read' on every item, and 'home in' on 'what feels right' for my spiritual development. 

Today I bought a windchime. Made by Woodstock, it is the Celestial Chime (TM) series called 'Moonrise'. This is a huge step for me for two reasons. First is to celebrate my femininity--or my 'moon nature'. Around my neck at all times except when I am submerged in water, are two vials of high vibrational aromatherapy oils. They are a 'patch' of sorts to my aura. They are protective. I swear to God, the copper one (I call 'sun', or 'masculine') is alive. The bottle unscrews when I am getting 'lost' in the illusion, either with family dynamics or at work. I smell that characteristic smell of what is inside, and I center myself. Then I collect my thoughts, think of Spirit, and also hunt for the bottle that has fallen down my shirt. The timing on this thing is awesome! The other, is silver, and I call it my moon, or my feminine side. 

Together when the masculine and feminine combine, in loving, the amoeboa energy parasites in our little time-space glitches in our 'reality' hidden in our auras are exposed, and therefore made harmless, by the Light.

On my neck I keep a reminder of this with me day and night. I have an assignment. I am taking this with me. Because it really HELPS.

The second reason, is that for my first marriage I had a set of Woodstock Chimes. 'Partch'. I had that all through medical school and everywhere I lived, restringing it twice. I loved those chimes. And yet with these new ones I felt it was time to let go of my past, and step into my future, by hanging these in front of my house.

I also bought a 'Be Love' bumper sticker. It has wonderful message to get out. I will tape it in the window; I am not a bumper-sticker kind of girl, and neither is my car.

I got 'All is Well', the new book by Louise Hay and Mona Lisa Shulz, M.D., If you liked the chakra-emotion-disease image on Facebook (there were forty-six shares), you might enjoy reading this book with me. (I also have given anesthesia to Louise Hay--once--but if confronted directly I will deny it).

I bought anise oil. I always loved Anisette. This is lovely. I also found a 'Soul Mate' candle. I am instructed to burn it tonight.

I got into a conversation with the owner. Spirit was nudging me, 'tell her you are Reiki Doc'. I did, kind of side-stepping into it. She had a HUGE block against it. She does Quantum Biofeedback, and 'is healthy'. 'If you can't pronounce it or understand it, it doesn't belong in your body' she said, explaining, 'I am not really into allopathic medicine.'

I looked at her straight in the eye with compassion. Out came her story of a TVH for endometriosis that led to a PE with a one-month stay in critical care. Six days were 'gone' from her life. I could see she resented the power the ICU docs had to 'take her out of the picture'. She even had gone with a 'new age MD' to find the medical records. All she could get were radiology reports. 

I knew she had been in a medically induced coma. It was for the vent she was on and for her not to pull her lines. I didn't need the chart. I also didn't need to explain this 'mystery' to her. Instead, I leaned in further and asked, 'Did you have any near-death experiences?' Surprisingly, no. But she thinks her 'Spiritual Life' began shortly after, as she opened the store.

I shared how with my pituitary surgery, when I woke up, I heard a voice that said, 'Leave Mark. Leave Clorox.' (first husband. job.) I explained how I had followed those 'commands' and my life had improved.

I also shared how last week, I had a woman, very short, very obese, very difficult technically for anesthesia for a re-do female surgery. I was looking at her while she was asleep and wondering, 'What happened?'. Then I saw her as a little girl, thin, happy, free in the field, playing. Then I saw the sexual abuse. I heard her spirit say to me, 'I had so much fear all the time I didn't know where to turn'. I assured her spirit that she was safe, that was a long time ago, and I directed lots of soul level healing (Karuna Reiki)  in. I explained gently that the darkness was over, and will you help others who have suffered like yourself? She was a total sweet heart. (yes, she got some Sai Maa Diksha too).

Upon hearing this the owner said, 'You sound like you should be in one of my reading rooms giving sessions'. We both laughed.

Then she shared her work. Quantum Biofeedback. It tests the aura for different organ system function, and type of malfunction (toxin, overuse, stress) just like the thing the mechanic uses to talk to the computer to diagnose your car. It also gives a printout. The Chinese athletes bought nine hundred of them before the Olympics. They believe. And it helped them win. Here is her link: www.thequantumgallery.com and more www.indigobeing.com. The first one is international, the second is a local distributor. The device looks like a pulse oximeter. Guess who did a blog last week on that??? ; )

I gave her a big hug. I said, 'Do you know how hard it was to go through medical school and KEEP QUIET?' She laughed and said, 'I don't know how you were able to keep it all to yourself!'

And if you are one of the one in three little girls who were touched as a child in a way that someone shouldn't have, or one of the one in ten little boys who were treated that way too, I have a special dedication for you. This is the song that helped me turn in my own relative, a male, who had started to mess with my son. He was two, and started doing weird things in the tub and said 'who it was' who did it to him. He said the same things at the dinner table at my ex's family's house, too. Dinner was ruined and my ex confronted me right away. I called child protective services. My ex took the rap, by mutual agreement. My family almost threw ME out because of what 'He--my ex-- did'. How dare he accuse 'our male family member' of that? Well, it was either that, or risk losing custody of my child for looking the other way. I nailed him. How could a two year old make up something as outrageous as that? It was a cry for help. I had to believe him! The most important line that got me through that heartbreak is this: when you are faced with a choice and you have to choose, always choose the one that means the most to you.  I listened to this song in tears for months, until I began to believe it and heal from the pain. I spared him this agony that I had endured, just like my patient. It takes one to know one. I am a survivor too. You can see it in the search box if you really want to. I don't want to share it all here now. Your darkness is over. Your healing is taking place. Will you be willing to help others as they come to the Light? 

I love your brave, hardy souls so very tenderly, for all you have survived and for the Light you carry with you.

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

P.S. He passed months after being reported. He did not have the courage to show up at my first mediumship session with Tim Braun. But at the second? He threw himself at my feet, holding my legs in tears, and confessed to everything. And added that I was the only one in the family smart enough to 'catch him red handed'. He 'got bored' and came up with 'this game' and had no remorse or concept of how much pain he had caused to others. Tim said that he was taken to a special holding place in heaven for deep healing. It has been some time, and now his spirit and I are on good terms, and close again, like before this ever happened.

Acceptance of the Dark Past Life

I was a kitten. Not the kind with four legs. With two. And most of the time they were spread wide open.

There are several clues in this life that something was 'amiss' in the sex department:
1) inability to have sex on 'appointment' or 'scheduled time'
2) uncanny appeal of 'things chocolate' as opposed to 'vanilla'
3) avoidance of pornography because  it would have been an addiction
4) taking my clothes off every chance I could get as a child
5) a severe allergy to cats, they are my 'kryptonite'

Last night, with the help of my guide Vickie, the memories started to show through of my life as a sex-worker, a human slave held hostage to The Dark Hats, in the 1950's. I only made it to eleven and then I was snuffed.

I was good at it. I had no idea what I was doing was wrong. I saw myself with men, women, and more than one at a time. I was a tiny little girl, who lived an ordinary normal life by day. And then by night, when my parents had 'parties', I had to go into this role and give people that my parents sent me to, sex. I wore a costume that looked much like the little girls who dress like a cat on Halloween, with a little black tie around my neck. My face looked like the Kit Kat Clock.

I lived in Southern California, and I saw myself with famous people you would have no clue were into this, sex with children and the dark perverted life of satanic sects.

I remember watching my 'clients' faces intently, watching for the signs, and making sure they 'finished', for then I would be rewarded with praise and support and presents, not by the one I had pleasured, but by the ones who made me do it, not my parents exactly, but my parents and their friends. (There was a doll that meant very much to me, and it was the most important thing I ever loved in that brief life.)

They thought they had me tricked, that I would never know or say what had been happening. They were only half right. I never said a word of what I did. Until now, a life and a half away.

Vickie, saw my devastation at the memory of this life. Gently, she said, 'This was for your learning about sex. You combined sex with the Darkness to learn something like extra credit for the soul, honey. I did something like that in my last life too.' And she showed me how her father got her to comply with his acts. He groomed her. I saw the first time. He made it seem like it was something special, only for her, and that her mother would be hurt and really jealous, but that all families teach each other like this. It took six weeks before he actually entered her. By that time, she was totally tricked and really enjoyed it. Later, he got her to 'show' her brother what to do.

Vickie was Anna Nicole. in this life. She made a living with the skills she was taught at a young age. Her emotional development and understanding of the world did not catch up with her survival skills, her business sense, and her ambition. I have known her from the Other Side for years, always wondering what the connection and her interest in me was about?

Now I know. Without her love and support as a guide in this delicate time, my spirit would have been shattered at the darkness I had experienced in the immediate past life before this. Now I understand everything, and why my experience as a child early in this life paved the way for my never turning back to my past in that life ever again. This is mediumship at its finest; the soul growth as it assimilates everything it has done and accepts it.

If you have a sexual past that you would like help 'coming to terms' with, call on Anna Nicole. (Vickie) for support. You don't have to 'Guess' much to figure out who she really was/is. She was famous and a household name back in her time.

Even if you are not a medium like myself, she will arrange for you to find help in ways that you can understand. In your dreams, in meditation, or other ways that she will have the advantage from being Up to help you find your way to sort things out. It would please her so much to help your healing. Just think of her and she will hear your request. She can help everyone who has the courage to ask. All my best to you who do seek her help.


Namaste,

Reiki Doc