Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Feeling the Joy

Yesterday was a blessed day.

My lungs opened up. I can get air.

I also was home to take care of Anthony, who has the flu. I must have had it too.

There is great joy in the little things, in being able to order his favorite takeout and pick it up, in being able to advise him to lie in the sun for five minutes on each side, to allow the UV light to help kill some of the infection.  I joined him too, on my own separate blanket. It felt wonderful! I also had aired out the house, as we had been on the air conditioning a long time.

Even making dinner, was a joy.

My life, like everyone else's, has it's balance of ups and downs.

But yesterday was different in that I was profoundly aware of the joys, and how significant they are, as well as how transient the sorrows can be.

Anthony, by the same token, really felt a difference when he lay on the blanket on the grass in the sun.

How could he not? He was grounding...

I can attribute this joy to a shift that began when, while meditating, Ross took me by the arm to someplace I've never been. It was his sleeping quarters. This wasn't our home, that I remember. He's on a different vessel.  I saw a bunk in a wall, not very large, like on a ship. Everything was cream off-white color. He helped me climb in, and he followed me up.

It was his 'designated rest time'. I've never seen that before. And he put his arms around me, my back to his chest, and we slept.

But there was this glowing warmth in my chest, and something was being filled that had been empty.

He also came to me later yesterday (the nap was two days ago), and as a couple we used to send healing out with this funny green ray that comes off my arm. My right arm. Ross used to aim it.

This time I saw his light. It's a dark navy blue, and it goes out like a starburst, not a straight line like me. It doesn't glow like mine either. The edges of the light are very fine and sharp, but the light doesn't hurt.

We sent this out as our Reiki healing yesterday. I hope it makes a difference!

Temple Grandin is the name of the woman with autism/Asperger's who influenced me so much in the videos over the weekend. Because of her and a video quiz(link is here to quiz)...I realized what I had always suspected as true IS true. And when I told my mom I can't 'read' expressions on faces, it's like, I have to learn them--and I can 'get' scared, happy, angry after these years but more complex ones, no--she said, 'you are like your father'.  He skipped two grades, but never knew when to stop talking if someone else got bored.

I know when to stop. Thanks to the socialization of my friends on the street where I grew up.

I'm reading the book Aspergirls.  Wow. It really brings out some painful truths. Like when I would blurt out something obvious to me, something not funny, but everyone would laugh as if I had made a joke, so I would adapt and pretend I had intended it to be a joke, but I hadn't.  I'm not the only one who arranged my crayons by color. I too have my 'stims' but they are very very subtle and hardly noticeable. In childhood I would spin the sugar bowl and drive my grandmother crazy. I couldn't describe it but it just made everything better...

I am grateful for this self-discovery, and support.

I don't think I could do this work, day in, day out, without the focus that being on the spectrum gives me.

And the dedication.

I trust that all is as it should be, in the right place, at the right time...

I cannot emphasize the importance of making lists as the energies and surrounding vibration increase. I've felt like my life 'flow' is in molasses. When I came home from my travels, I was like, 'I need to do this, this, this and this'.  I've been home for over a week. And I've just barely gotten things done. More than half on the list.  I used to be able to make progress on a to-do list very fast. But molasses notwithstanding, everything on that list now IS done! Well, ninety percent of it.

Yesterday Ross told me to just 'do the absolute minimum' and I'm glad I did. I feel stronger and healthier today.

So give yourself a break. Write lists so you won't forget, and also, it helps to manifest your being able to complete them. It might not be on the same time frame you are used to, but with the energies as they are, it will help you not to lose track which is otherwise easy to do.

I'm also a little excited. It's hard to explain, but I sense changes for me, in a nice way, with my career. I feel things starting to 'move' a little, and I'm happy they are 'moving'. I feel a better life for me is ahead, one of teaching, creativity, by the ocean, and I can get normal hours.   My court case just moved to January or later after I --ironically--read a fortune cookie fortune that said, 'you have passed a difficult test and you will have much happiness'. Like, three minutes after BOOM! came the email from the lawyer.

I even got a new spread, with new cards. I did a reading for myself with the Steven Farmer cards. It explained well where I am, where I have been, where I am headed, how I am going to get there, and what my next lesson is.  Spirit gave me the layout too.  One day I will make this available to my readers. Not sure when but it's hopefully soon.

Yesterday, I learned how to sell on eBay. Anthony had some old video games he was going to trade in when he bought his new Xbox. I told him that they offer not much money, and why not try eBay? We both learned how to do it. Out of four videos,  three are sold and one is going to sell by auction. We also listed his old basketball shoes. I'm taking a hit on the shipping for him, and giving him all he earns. He's absolutely thrilled! I gave him twenty dollars cash and I think this is a nice way for him to be outside the structure of school and develop a new interest. It's also applicable to the real world.

Once I get better I will put other things up on there too. From my work.

The joy is here in my heart. It's of freedom. Not sure how to explain it. But the heaviness I always felt is dissipating. Both in the energetic and the physical.

One last thing. This year I am going to decline the flu shot. Why? I have natural immunity. I just got over it. I don't need to get the shot because natural immunity is the gold standard! I will need to wear a mask at all times in the hospital (except eating) from November 1 to March 1.  The masks stink and make my face warm, but since I wear them in the O.R. I will wear them outside too. I don't know what to say, but I have this feeling the quadrivalent one our hospital just upgraded to is going to kill me. So I can't take it. And I won't. I'm okay with this decision.

Ross is deferring for now, as I have to get ready for work. Anthony must go to his dad's, and it adds to my commute. I want him to stay home from school one more day.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc Couple

Saturday, September 16, 2017

How We Did It

Ross is delighted with the title. I came up with it. He is absolutely thrilled, and rubbing his hands with delight.

He has an awesome sense of humor. I wish more people had the opportunity to enjoy it.

Anyhow, it all started the day I wrote the last blog post on I think, Wednesday.

I had a short day at work.

On the drive home, I felt a 'nudge' to go stop by the old crystal shop, the one I've visited off and on for twenty-one years, ever since I moved to the area. It's one more by the ocean, and my friend who owns the other crystal store just bought it and flipped it.

I wanted to support it.

I have had the funny feeling ever since he told me of the flip that I was going to be working there, but I wasn't sure how. Just a feeling.

So I went.

I was delighted to see it back the way it used to be, with the fireplace. I looked eagerly to the room in the back in the corner that once was the library of old used books. I was greeted by a smiling worker who knew me but I sort of remembered her. Familiar, yes, and I enjoyed her but not a firm memory of her. She gave me 'the tour' and it was delightful of the work that had been done.

In the old library was a reader at a table. She told me some 'spa' spiritual equipment was going to go in there. And also, the first worker showed me the patio, and how there are plans--to flip it too.

She looked at me and asked me if I would like a reading?

I don't do readings. Not for me. I find them, um, unsatisfying. I used to go to them to look for love, and I would be told 'to wait' and I got tired of spending my money so frivolously.

I knew I had been sent to 'support' so I said of course, and asked how much time would be appropriate?

It's two dollars a minute, and twenty-five minutes for fifty dollars she thought 'would be right'.

I liked her, I didn't mind her energy, and I thought it couldn't hurt.

So that's how I met Nila.

I asked her about her case for her tarot cards?  It had the symbol for Earth on it, with different colors in the quadrants. It was cloth but rigid and looked handmade. A friend had made it for her many years ago. I apologized for touching it without remembering that some tarot readers don't like anyone to touch their cards. She said it wasn't any problem, and I knew she meant it.

I asked about the deck?

I recognized it. It was a Spider Woman deck--one I've seen a long time ago and tried to buy online because it's not made any more. Very Native American. The cards aren't big, either.

Nila is Scottish, I think, with a fedora hat and long salt and pepper (heavy on the salt) waving hair. She wore a simple tee and a skirt. She looks you in the eyes, but not too much, and she has done this for a long time.

She asked me what I wanted to know?

I told her I don't know, I do readings for myself, but I've given it up because I find it easier to just go with the flow of my life lessons. After all, I don't have much control over it, really.

She laughed. Here I was in my scrubs, sharing I'm like her. And she laughed because she too hasn't done any readings for herself for years, for the same reason! She said more and more people are coming to her now who are 'awake' and it's refreshing for her to do more 'awake' readings. She said, 'basically all religions and philosophies are nothing more than a mind fuck when it comes right down to it, you know?'

We decided, 'lets just see what comes up?'


I was told once early in my awakening, in the 1990's in San Diego, by my acupuncturist Richard Gold, who had told me I needed to talk to Christel (here's her book:

Diary of a Medical Intuitive: One Woman's Eye-Opening Journey from No-Nonsense ER Nurse to Open-Hearted Healer and Visionary  

Aug 23, 2008 by Christel Nani RN  $4.99 on Kindle)
The first thing SHE saw on me was like my heart chakra had been blown out as if by a nuclear bomb--and she asked me questions about my 'mother'. I wasn't sure to disclose my talking to Blessed Mother, since the priests I went to for help like the kids in Fatima did told me to go to the Psychiatrist--(All Hallows said to go to the University one who told me to go to the shrink and all were terrified of me)...why wasn't Christel psychic enough to tell? Right? So I sort of shut down. 

All these years, no improvement. 


Nila asked me if there's anything going on in my life?

I told her medicine is changing so much I hate it, but I have to work. 

She said, 'ah, so the creativity in you, and your emotions, it's like emotionally you are dying?'


She saw my future looked good.

She said, 'you have anything you are involved with?'

I explained to her, this, the bracelets, Reiki, the basics.

She said, 'you know you have everything to succeed, don't you. It's all inside. What's holding you back?'

That's when things started to get interesting.

I told her the energies of some people--most notably my cousin's wife who I made the bracelet for their anniversary--are so low they REALLY pull me down and throw me off my game. How can I be exposed to more of it? If I go to heal publicly, all comers will come, and even though I have my energy shields...I still FEEl it. Then there's those who lean on me so much, and don't want to do their own work. They want me to do it for them. That feels icky too!

I challenged her and asked, 'how can YOU do it?!'

That's when she set down the cards and leveled with me.

It's just information from Spirit she gives. She has NO attachment to how the people take it. They want the information? She provides it. For a fee.

Yes there are some people who are like, dark and heavy, and it's like you went into a very low vibration place like a bar. Some of them stick with you, but as you get used to it, it's not a problem. You just go home and take a salt bath. Your vibration is so high its' going to just flick off all that 'stuff' eventually. 

She leaned in and said, 'you just have to get over yourself, that's all'. 

She advised me that most people have a victim mentality, and that no one is coming to save you. No lover. No 'space people'. Only YOU can save YOURSELF.

The other thing is, 'are you ready to face your Boogeyman?'  Most 'victims' go away after a few readings because they don't want to do the work on healing and releasing. 

I was like, 'I can do that'

She said, 'You can't be judging people -- everyone will take the information as best as they can  (I had asked her about all the cheaters who go to psychics and how depressing it is to KNOW what people are 'really like').  She said you  have to go 'up to a place of observation over the whole thing, and then it brings up COMPASSION. It doesn't have to drag you down. Buddha and Jesus wouldn't judge. That's because they were on that observation 'level' where they were able to perceive things but not get emotionally or spiritually brought down by them. They acted out of compassion.'

That was when I had the hunch the whole meeting wasn't by accident, it was 'arranged' by my guides (Ross?) and I was thankful to have the chance to talk. She also suggested I read, 'Power versus Force' by David L. Hawkins. I ordered it. 

Ross had me search the store for a small gift. 

It's a stone Unakite with the word Forgiveness on it. He said never to let it leave my person. 

I haven't. 

Well, until now where I had to find it. The whole being on call thing kind of messed me up.

On the drive home from Nila--whom, by the way, the clerk at the store said, she and her daughter have a saying. 'You know how they say, 'what would Jesus do? WE say, 'what would Nila do!' and she laughed and she laughed a warm, kind, compassionate laugh. 

I remembered. 

I started sobbing uncontrollably.

I remembered Ross' hand, limp and lifeless in the tomb as I prepared the body for burial.

I picked it up, and let it go, and FLOP it fell. I did it again, and again, and I sobbed like I have never sobbed before or since. 

Then I did my job.  I saw it, with my memory, how my hands worked.

I asked Ross, 'WHY?!' from my soul. 

Why would a brutal murder have anything to do with saving anyone?

Why to him? Why to us?

Ross was near, and very tender, and carefully measured his words.  He made himself shorter--not sure if kneeling or bending but enough to look me in the eye.

He said, 'Carla, I would NEVER do it again!  I would never leave you and my family helpless and alone like that. I promise.'

I felt he meant it.

I asked about the saving? All the coming back? All the stuff I've been taught? That it sounded fishy, like Osiris to me. 

Ross didn't say anything.

And the PEOPLE!

I showed him my pain in my heart at how all the people who he served turned on him like that. How could I ever love them?! The betrayal!

He showed me the ones who arranged it, who incited the crowds, and I saw for the first time, how it kept ME from continuing his work with a full heart--not just because of my life on the line--but because the illusion of betrayal was so convincing to me. But it wasn't. The people--are what they are--from that vantage point of observation. 

It was good to grieve the loss again, as this layer healed, and to trust in Ross' promise to me.

Then I showed him how awful it was to prepare his body for burial. How ugly to see it, how it left marks on my soul...

And he said, 'As Gamaliel, you didn't have a body to prepare and to mourn--and at least this time you had with me.'

I recalled the time Melchizidek willed me to go to the afterlife with him, and I was entombed alive with his corpse, and how dark, and stagnant the air was in that tomb, as I spend my last days awaiting death.  That wasn't good too...

So I accepted Ross' wisdom as this outcome between us in our most recent incarnation was an improvement, of sorts, but still a terrible loss and a burden on my soul which has taken me incarnation after incarnation to heal...

In that life, Ross and I were extremely close. As Tabitha, the widow of Gamaliel--Ross' birth was then night my husband was murdered. I was a midwife, and he took me to 'something special'. I assisted with a birth of a baby boy. It was like guards in the streets and don't go out at night. I knew I was a Jewish slave and Gamaliel worked with some Resistance I had rather he hadn't. We got caught on the walk home, we split directions, and they killed him, but not me. 

Five years later, I reincarnated in Ross' village. I was the first baby he ever held, and I looked at him with full awareness as a soul, and he 'felt' something in recognition but he couldn't place it. (Gamaliel is reincarnated as Ross--my soul twin all three times, even as Melchizidek).

I totally looked up to him.

That's why his death was so difficult for me. Here was the sure and steady hand that fixed my broken dolls and toys, a crafter's hand, motionless and lifeless!

He 'got' that part of the grief this time, and gave me extra energy to soothe me. If you are ever crying your eyes out, and you can't stop, but somehow without realizing it, you do, and don't know what happened, it's your guardian angel doing their job to help you out when the lessons get too rough.

Once I began to train with Ross--I didn't know we were 'chosen' but we were--he taught me deep spiritual things. Many things. I also learned from my teachers--his mom was a big one. It was like a school we went to but not during the day. I can barely remember, it's fuzzy.

Sometime between training and our marriage, Ross gave me something. I know what it is, I don't want to say more than it was a small object.

I was to always carry it with me, and never let it leave. 

No one ever knew.

It carried his life force. A little piece, like yeast, but in this object. My job was to always have it with me 'just in case'.

As I prepared the body, I took this object, and I did as he had told me to do, for almost all of my life. 

I placed it in his mouth and finished the burial preparations. 

I had thought it would be instant. I knew it was magical. I knew magic. The white kind. 

But the hand kept flopping lifelessly every time I picked it up and let go.

I thought it wasn't working.

I wrapped him up in his shroud as was our custom. 

I pulled myself together, and left my Beloved cold, but otherwise as cleaned and cared for and anointed, with all the love I had ever held for him, in my heart.

It worked.

The rest is just history.

And a lot of healing for me.

Twenty years and I'm still walking around with that big hole in my heart.

I've spent most of the last week with my head on Ross' chest. He's promising me he won't die on me again. And my relaxing and learning it's okay to 'let go'.

I forgive myself for being a terrible housewife--our house is so messy here. 

I forgive myself for my faults.

It's not easy but I forgive myself for being in a lawsuit (truly, it just means I've been at my career 'long enough' and I have to trust in my counsel who is representing me)

I forgive myself for not being 'Ross'. How for example, I was at the baseball game on Star Wars night, and I could SEE for the first time the love present in the crowd, parents for children, fans for the game, players for fans, it's really not hidden! Then I call someone with the 'I'm not spoiled my husband just loves me' license plate frame who cuts in front of me leaving the park, 'yes you ARE spoiled, and you're a total bitch too!' loud enough for Anthony to hear me...it's like one step forward and two back, right?

I've done a lot of thinking, and I'm ready for the future. New job. People figuring out who I am. Whatever. 

I won't tell anyone, ever, not in writing or by talking.

Everyone has to figure it out for themselves. In their heart. 

I know in mine I am ready to help whoever needs the help--again--like Nila--with information. With energy exchange (if I don't have time to do my job any more to support myself, if I switch to this). And with above all, observation from the place where I have compassion instead of judgement, just like Buddha, Nila, and Jesus do.

About my work?

The stress levels are unreal.

A travel scrub tech went into ventricular tachycardia on Wednesday because the plastic surgeon was so mean to have a 'new face' in the room. She went straight to the ER after my colleague evaluated her. 

The asian, lighthearted eye surgeon I worked with heard of the news, and chirped that a male scrub tech had a cardiac event from one day working with her! A heart attack! She thought it was funny!

I told an RN between cases two months ago she didn't look good, I was concerned, she was acting funny and making mistakes and not really herself? She had me take her pulse. She had gone into atrial fibrillation again. I told her to go to the ER, better now, we would find someone for the next case, than for her to get sick in the middle of a case.

My mom's urologist told her he took a tour of Italy, and he couldn't believe how the doctors there get respect! They do three or four cases a day, and then go out and have fun. Since it's government paid, people know they aren't out there for the money. So the public respects them. 

My friend the OB Gyn who trained with me in residency, stopped doing OB. She actually now hates it. And when she stopped, her malpractice insurance rates dropped in half. That's like, from 75K to 37K a year. (did you know an electronic medical record system costs like 35K a year?) She hardly makes anything, but she knows her daughter needs her, and frankly, if she didn't need the money she would be out of medicine completely.

My friend the lady urologist told me she had a 'week where she wasn't sleepy at all, she just stayed up late at night watching TV'...recently she accepted a position as staff urologist at a neighboring hospital because they pay for her overhead. She works crazy hours, night and day now. But she wants to put away for her kid's school and for her retirement. She has a plan, how much a month to put away, and by age sixty two, she's ready to quit. (I don't think her health will stay good, at this pace, to make the goal age).

I realized myself, most anesthesiologists slow down around my age. And they retire by 62. Pilots--mandatory--at 60. Some anesthesiologists keep going in their eighties and nineties! But not many. 

My friend the ER nurse isn't allowed to eat during her twelve hour shifts. It's in her contract. 

It's really sad.

On the other hand, my patients and their families love me. The nurses who normally don't see me, tell me how my bedside manner is impressive, the way I sit in the chair, near the bed, and am open and relaxed and really set the patient and their family at ease. 

That being said, I go where I go.

My tummy trouble is better, the chills have almost stopped. I have a bad cough. I got dizzy walking to the ballpark from the car. Today it's a little better. But I haven't been able to climb the stair at work--I opt for the elevator which I normally don't. I'm taking Monday off to go talk to my doctor about it. 

I also want to sleep now.

I've seen a lot on YouTube. It's really helped. Everything from the autistic lady who engineers ramps for cattle at the slaughterhouse so they don't get scared...to music lyrics I heard on the radio I thought might have some relevance for this work...to the test where I found out I'm really high functioning Aspergers, most likely (hmmmm that explains things) ...thankfully the autistic famous lady speaker with the very unusual name...says, 'we need all kinds of brains'...it helped me a lot.

We need all kinds of souls too, for that matter. <3

77picklehead is my Youtube channel.

It's not commercialized. But if you want to know what I know, just look in the Truthseeking folder for things I've tagged. 



Our friend and fellow VW bus 'enthusiast' Aaron Dass Harris approached Carla with the face of a new friend. 

Carla recognized it at once, but wanted to check for sure on the identity.

It was the man who organized the deception, both for Carla with our new baby whom she was told who had 'died', and with my demise. 

This was the one who dastardly put up another to 'take the fall' and the 'suicide' which followed was one of the first instances of 'star whacking'.

(he rubs his hands together, as if to say, 'enough said')

Thank you our friend Bartholomew for always taking care of Carla with your candles--the ones you made for me--and for your gentleness and kindness to her. 

We have many friends and for this we are blessed!

And this Carla, is why our friend Peter never was drawn to your circle. 

He was a betrayer, all the way around, in everything. 

But where I am now, in Compassion and Observation, even he too, I can love. 

I'm sorry, Carla.

Please forgive me.

Thank you.

I love you.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc couple

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Where Is Your Love Of Heaven?

This question was asked of me on the way home.

If you are facing the rising energies with anything but joy, you are not alone.  Just like a Reiki 'cleanse', everything holding this energy back is being brought to the surface.

Part of this work is for you to consciously 'assist' in this process. In other words, no one can 'Ascend' (adapt to the higher frequencies of the Higher Realms from a duality-based, 3D incarnation) but you.

That's right--YOU.

So, where is your love of Heaven?

This is one of the strongest advantages and strengths one can use to help through the process: the natural, innate, love of Heaven.

I had been extremely homesick for Heaven. I am starting to remember who I am, and how everyone treats me back Home, and I like it. It makes for the contrast here all the more upsetting.

It's kind of like being a well-trained volleyball, tennis, or basketball player--and having to play 'jungle ball' with the pick up game because nobody else around here seems to understand the rules!  It's still the same game, technically, but in another way, the level of teamwork and subtlety you have grown accustomed to isn't there.

When I look at the unawakened masses, and the spiritual inertia of the whole thing, I felt like all my years of pouring my  heart out, and being available, weren't even MAKING a dent and weren't going to make a dent to 'tip' this whole majority of people into the slightest sense of being 'awake'.

So I was sad.

I felt like a failure.

Until my guides asked me, 'Where is your love of Heaven?'

That energized me.

I love Heaven.

I always have, and I always will.

It's home, and I remember it.

When we connect with this love of Heaven, we are able to better tolerate the feelings of being incarnate and having to go through this huge 'cleanse' to help us be able to handle the energies.

Let everything go. As things come up, feel your feelings, Remember your memories. And grieve them if you feel the need.

I did. You see it here on these pages for the last seven years.

It might feel like it's the end or it will overwhelm you, but you are strong, and resilient.

Don't hunt for these memories/things to clear. But squarely face them as they arise. Do know once you go through the process for each one, it generally goes away for always. The only exception is the deep soul 'wounds' you can't heal all at once, and if another pass is needed (you have grown enough spiritually in the interim to deal with the next layer) you might get that, 'didn't I work on that one already?' feeling but actually you are still moving ahead in the process.

This is a very rare form of Tourmaline. It is from Brazil.

It is so rare, that large ones hardly exist and are worth thousands, if not hundreds of thousands.

The funny thing about this stone, is it's more important to have a nice cut that reflects the eerie neon blue-green glow, than for it to have inclusions. Can you see the specks which are visible to the eye in this stone? Those are inclusions.

It's not like a diamond, which has to be totally clear, even under a microscope, to be of value.

I want you to think of this stone, the Paraiba Tourmaline, as you Ascend...as you go through your cleanse...as you go through your releasing of old experiences and memories and habits with don't serve you any more.

It is important.

Your GLOW is your Love Of Heaven.

It is your value which will empower you through anything you will face.

I guarantee it.

P.S. here is an article which is secondary confirmation:  http://ronahead.com/2017/09/12/the-council-its-happening/

P.P.S. here is another one for the wise--you can help your kids who are at risk of depression and suicide due to smartphones and social media.  https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2017/09/has-the-smartphone-destroyed-a-generation/534198/

Aloha and Mahalos,

Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc couple

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Count Your Blessings

Today we are going to discuss attention and intention, or in another way of looking at it, validation.

This is an advanced exercise for the Consciousness.

It is very advanced.

It's also coming from many angles in my life, so I think it is correct and true as a lesson from Spirit.

Here's part of what started it:

My sweet child, why are you so focused on this storm you called Irma? It is energy combined with water, nothing more. You are afraid of it imagining all the horrors it could bring. Don't you still know that you are only giving more energy to this storm? With every (well meant) sharing of warnings and videos about the possible destructions it might bring, you are feeding this energy. With your fears of it you are feeding its energy. Why are you doing this? Why don't you just take away the energy from it and focus on a decreasing wind that is moving away from the shores back to the open sea where it can't damage anything? Just send it your love and visualize it moving back to the open sea, to the ocean if you want to do something. But never focus on the destructive energies. Don't engage with the energies, remain in an observing postition. Gaia has to clear so much old energies but she can do this also on the wide open sea. It is you and also those who don't work for the best interest of you who are pulling/attracting this storm to you. Your fears are pulling this storm to the coastal lines and might even increase the power. Yes, your thoughts as a collective are so powerful to do this.
Please take my advice and get out of your fear mode. Stay calm and peaceful. You might take some precautionary steps when you feel better with this, as it still is a storm, but don't do this out of fear. Do it more the way like you do the harvesting and refilling your heating fuel tanks to prepare for winter.
There are higher forces working for you, but as you have free will we have to respect it; when you decide as a collective to be afraid of the storm and that it will bring only devastation, we can't do much as it would be your free will choice to experience this. It is up on you and when you decide to stay calm we will be able to help you much better.

I love you so much my sweet child
your Divine Mother

This advice worked! Yesterday Irma was downgraded to a Tropical Storm. 

Please take a moment and look at the photo of the sunken garden at the Butchart which is at the top.  You will look closely and see on the right almost dead center in the image is a raised portion of the garden with some trees on top.

That's called The Mound.

The sunken garden is an old limestone quarry. That's the business the Butchart family was in. Making limestone and concrete. 

This place was a terrible mess of the earth, a total eyesore. The Mound is a portion that was harder than limestone and they couldn't dig out. 

Jenny Butchart wished to turn the ugly to beautiful with a garden. She approached her husband, who out of pure and holy love for her, granted her request with no questions asked on the expense. 

This is now one of the top attractions in the city of Victoria, and at over one-hundred years old, a national treasure of Canada. 

Work has not been easy.

They are taking away our drug boxes--something I've always had access to in my work as a box or a fanny pack--and making us go to the stupid machine with the drawers and take everything out before the case. 

It's going to make me waste precious time between cases, and also, risk not having 'enough' to keep my patients asleep because pharmacy wants to save money on the whole box and box checking process. 

I'm devastated.

I watched my father's life turn to a living hell as the government stepped into his classroom over the course of his career as an elementary school teacher. When I was in my early teens it was lots of observations and meetings with the principal. And at the end of his career, he had to document for each student that an idea was presented, then learned. Every single concept! He spent more time documenting and covering his ass than teaching! (This is a man who used to let me grade his papers at night, and I had fun with it.)

It's like that in medicine.

Unilaterally the administration decided to replace all of the laryngoscopes with disposables. It's like having an LED Christmas light from your tree or your house to illuminate the airway while you are at the most dangerous part of your job. Since the other sister hospitals use it, and since the lazy ass guy who runs sterile processing wants to save money and get a bonus at my hospital--even though our anesthesiologists have fought it tooth and nail for five years--they just chose it. 

But since my specialty is a 'Service', my boss caves in to the administration every single time.  On a whim, they can always replace us.

Yesterday was different. I had a new gyn-oncology surgeon. He works usually at the fancy hospital by the beach. Ours is nice, but not the expensive one where the rich people go.

His team was super helpful, super kind, super professional, and listened. When I said I had concerns for patient safety--the nurse (nurses run our hospital, it's true, and this one is a Daisy Award winner--it's a big deal) said 'oh no I've never had a problem with this thing on the table moving' ....I said, 'well, once with a patient this size the head moved to the end of the table and it was scary. We had to add the shoulder pads.

The surgeon was ON IT and made sure we got the pads before the operation began.

His rule is, 'if we think of it for safety, then we do it for safety.'

At the end of the case--he always called me Dr. so and so during the case, he actually came over and shook my hand over the drapes!

I felt so appreciated. Especially in this environment where medicine is having the government ruin it just like it did for my dad. He told me never to go into teaching, it's awful. (When I was a child, doctors, lawyers, and teachers were all way more respected than they are today.)

Here is the one from yesterday on the timelines please pay attention to the Rice experiment.

Yesterday I had Anthony take a shower in the morning. It did wonders for his mood. And for me, last night, I dug out my old face scrubber like in the picture, and I used it.

I've been running on fumes for so long, I haven't been able to take good care of myself.

I saw this yesterday and I knew I needed to make changes.

Also with Ross.

He's been SO quiet lately, it's been killing me. He talks here. But not to me, personally. He wants me to go meditate regularly. It's so hard to find the time.

Yesterday I had to go to the office supply store to buy paper for Anthony. College Ruled.

Ross had me buy a three ring binder--ridiculous thing with polka dots and hearts--very colorful--to put in it his messages to me. We get papers in our wrapped drug trays (not the ones from the lock boxes, those are different). Sometimes I write a note from him. So I punched holes and put them in.

I also have tiny notebooks with hearts on them.

Now I can keep a record of our time alone, just like I did with Blessed Mother. I have a foot locker full of old journals filled with our conversations over medical school and residency.

It makes me feel better about US.

Here is how I am going to change my life.

I am going to work with the Universal laws of manifestation.

I am going to focus on things that I want and make me feel good and happy and nurtured and warm and loved and being treated with compassion.

I am well aware that the things I ignore will not do well.

And I am going to ignore a lot of things to make them disappear.

For some reason, intention, attention, and validation have a LOT more strength than meets the eye as long as we are incarnate.

And instead of fighting things I think are unfair, I'm going to make it a point to ignore them, which is a lot worse for them, energetically.

Or for things like paying bills, or housework, which must be done--I will use the minimum energy and save my attention and 'power' for things I enjoy more.

Let's see how this works!

Ross smiles and waves. He knows it's time for me to wake up Anthony and make breakfast. He gives a smile and two thumbs up.

(I actually just read through his four messages to me on the notepaper from work from this year, and I'm very glad I read them)

clap! clap!

Aloha and Mahalos,

Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc Couple

P.S. Please don't request us for regular healings--just us two--without looking at the fee schedule. There is a request from a reader in India to have 'regular sessions' for her headaches. We don't work in that paradigm, although many of our healers do to support themselves. Your options are--in an emergency a special request from us once in a while but not very often--is free. A request to our team of healers is free. A request to our page, Doctors With Reiki--is free. But until we put up that 'shingle' with our fee schedule and services on it, and announce it to the public, please refrain from asking as Carla is on very short available free time.

Thank you.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Hold On To Your Joy

I've been wanting to title this for about a week now.

Hold on to your joy!

It is real.

It is yours.

And it's going to help the energies as we shift.

Anthony and I both had food poisoning yesterday. We are not sure what it is we ate that caused it, but the symptoms were very similar--abdominal cramping, chills, and loose stools with poor appetite. It's a shame because today is his first day of school, and I return to work. I pray he feels better. I feel much much better today after having slept poorly.

As the energies go UP some of you may experience nausea and digestive changes. I know Divine Mother Incarnate has dealt with these symptoms off and on for a long, long time.

My typical response to energy upgrades is sleepiness.

Either way, the discomfort is temporary, and the joy we each experience in our own lives--even Anthony laughing his head off at Joey Tribbiani on Netflix--is our own.

Yesterday I took Anthony to Costco. I had a rewards check, and I cashed it. Then we each bought pillows. I had wanted a soft one like the hotel--there were organic synthetic ones two for under ten dollars. Anthony bought a 'cooling' one. Then he wanted a very large teddy bear.

I bought it.

Now it's his little friend, and he takes it with him all over the house. He doesn't feel alone.

He also had outgrown his boogie board--he needs a longer one since he's taller--so I bought him one on sale at Costco too.

Little things make a big difference.

I couldn't help but notice all the much smaller children who wanted the big bear too and I heard their parents saying 'no'. It was thirty dollars. Cheap for a large stuffed animal, but too much for those with tight budgets.

Sometimes it's important to experience something that blows us away. In Italian culture, you realize a thirty dollar bear is cheap because the kid is still a kid and it totally blows them away in a happy sense, so you buy it. When they are older it will cost more to blow them away. And you might as well take the opportunity now when they are young, right?

You can also have double joys. Anthony with his bear. Anthony with the bear in the chair next to him watching Friends. And me watching his happiness.

Some things aren't so fun.

I had more paperwork to do with the lawyer. I am in a mindset to let them defend me. And go along with it. But it still takes more work.

I actually had overwhelm because the tasks I have to do in September are daunting--bills, renew ACLS/BLS/PALS, legal stuff...and more.

But I didn't let it get to ME. I held on to my joy.

I also saw a little footage of the storms, and prayed for those people and gave thanks for my blessings to be on the other coast.

Good things are happening:

And it's time to start our day!

Blessings to you from all of us.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc Couple

Sunday, September 10, 2017


I just returned home yesterday from spending a week in Victoria, British Columbia. Apart from doing the usual things, the back to school shopping, having tea, and going whale watching...I spent much time in thought.

My son needs this trip. And I noticed his behaviors--watching episode after episode of Friends, or throwing stones into the water to skip them (for long periods of time), or wanting to play catch as his 'things he enjoys' were almost distractions to self-soothe himself. School is daunting, it's very academic, and on some level he doesn't want to be taking on all that structure. He's very much about having fun.

I noticed he couldn't even speak to Chief.

And for me Ross was almost silent.

Something wasn't right in the area.

And it wasn't.

Victoria is a place on earth where not one but two ley lines converge. It's highly spiritual although as a tourist you wouldn't think it.

When we landed, the place was all yellow with dead grass. What we had liked on our first visit was the green--everywhere--fresh air, trees. But the drought had taken it's toll.

Then there were days when the smoke from the local wildfires in the Pacific Northwest not only blocked out the sun, but made us cut back on our activities out of concern for the poor air quality and the health risks.

There was a heaviness to the place, so very dark, almost as if I had never been there for all the years I've been doing my spiritual work.

On the other hand, the PEOPLE we had invested our time with, welcomed us with open arms and genuine happiness. We were even given a box of Purdy's candy, a local Canadian treat.  So we have had some effect.

When I awoke the first morning, Ross presented me with a puzzle. There was a Star of David, that had three stripes of metal creating it. However, the triangles overlapped in such a way that they seemed woven together. You could see the pieces dipping and going over each other.

He asked me to take them apart, into two main triangles of three stripes each.

It wasn't easy. Only I could do it. (I have memories of Solomon, not sure why, but it goes back to that incarnation). I slid it in such a way it was almost like magic rings for a magician, or those twisted wire puzzles.

I felt very strange energy coming out of them.

I want to clarify:

This is the much beloved symbol and it means everything to certain people, and it still works.

It is only the occult one used by followers of the occult--particularly those with the service to self paradigm (Those Who Do Not Have Our Best Interest At Heart)--which has been deactivated.

I also on the last day, pulled something up from deep in the inner harbor (runway 1, not sure what)...and I learned something.

I had written about the heartbroken, singing, impaired-by-chemicals woman on the sacred rock who was defiling it.

I learned how, if someone, even if it's just one person, treats something as sacred, it IS and will remain so.

We had done some work at the Hatley mansion, and the Fisgard Lighthouse. Now it was the last night. We were by the water. I had taken off my shoes and sat on a rock with my feet in the water, to ground myself and connect to the very weak life forces there.

It worked. And Chief had told me to get Anthony to that beach which I had done. Anthony noticed me and asked me to let him sit on the rock and have his feet in the water. Then he was able to get the distractions out of his head, and talk to Chief.

It helped and the old Anthony was back.

While he was sitting, I was on a different rock past the lines where high tide had left things. I noticed a jellyfish in the seaweed and kelp. But as I scratched my mosquito bites, I noticed they bled.

I left some of mine on the rock, because I didn't have anything else to give it.

Then it was like a miracle. In the kelp and seaweed I had looked at many times I noticed there had been a sea urchin which had died. The skeleton was half exposed. It stunk like anything! I picked off the remaining quills. This was a very large urchin, and the skeleton alone filled my hand completely, like an orb.

It was a gift to me from the sea. And I brought it home safely. It is in the sun to dry.

One other 'work' I did, was that there was a fifteen gun salute to commemorate the start of Parliament. (there's a new government, they have four parties and a new one was voted in). The guns were set up by our hotel.

I don't understand all, but I know the Royalty have a twenty-one gun salute. To announce they are there.

That's enough for me to know something is up, and perhaps, it's not right. So I sent Reiki to neutralize it and 'hijack' their 'ceremony' immediately prior. I connected it up to Ross and his teams for them to do what is best, and for the highest good.

That's when the energies lifted. Also some close friends who had sensations of jaw pain/tightness for days experienced relief from the discomfort too.

One last thing, the week before I left, when Ross and I would send the healing, we sent like hundreds of tiny fish hooks out. These have intelligence. They are seeking out blockages in perception for the people we heal, and are removing them. This will result in greater clarity of purpose, and in connection to Creator of All That Is.

The last odd thing, was this morning as I was being woken up, I had a conversation with Stevie Wonder. He had a folded up elastic like a thera-band at the gym. It was pink, like a rubber ball. And written on it were secrets about Those Who Do Not Have Our Best Interest At Heart. He knew things but was afraid to tell. Gary Coleman was there too in the dream. He also knew things.

I searched Stevie Wonder on YouTube. All I could find were songs, and interviews, with some of the highest ranking celebrities (who are deeply involved in Those Who Do Not Have Our Best Interest At Heart).  But I found this:

And I found this:

The summary of my reflection and work in Victoria, is that there is an invisible world out there, which is real.

And there are some-- Those Who Do Not Have Our Best Interest At Heart--who exploit it, both with advanced technology, and the ancient occult practices--and deny its very presence to us.

This invisible 'whatever' is so accurate that when the author Melchizidek was researching and struggling on how to 'square the circle' that a mason knocked on his door, at random, said his teacher sent him to show him how it's done, and showed Melchizidek just one time, spending as long as needed for him to understand the concepts.

Melchizidek hadn't said a word to anyone. He was just some 'hippie' guy who had been figuring things out on his own. He wrote a two-part book on sacred geometry. It's available in paperback. That's how I heard the story.

How could anyone KNOW what Melchizidek was trying to do by squaring the circle?

It was unseen, spirit....

My conclusion is that the defeated ones are forced to this choice:  accept the healing or merge with The Galactic Central Sun.

On the other hand, their counterparts who are not incarnate, are reading the riot act to the Galactics--about their guidance/interventions to the Ground Crew--and using the Free Will 'loopholes' to stop the inevitable.

They are also doing everything possible to 'awaken' the dormant things they have 'implanted/seeded' into the majority of the people who are asleep. You know, through the subliminal messages, programming, and advanced psychological 'stuff' they hide in the mainstream media.

That's why there is natural disaster after natural disaster, panic, fear. This energy supports their 'dormant stuff' and acts as 'fertilizer'.

It's not going to work.

There is Victory to Creator of All That Is.

Gaia is free--both for herself and her people.

It's just a lot of loose ends to wrap up.

If the good people can connect to Source at least once a day, and to hold firmly in their hearts and minds images of Divine Wonder, Nature's Beauty, and Everlasting Peace and Joy...it will help to slow down the efforts of the ones who will benefit from the energy of chaos.

And hopefully the loose ends will wrap up sooner...and we may as a collective go on to the next thing.

This Article  I saw when I first woke up and to me it is secondary confirmation.

This Other Article  helps to show that people DO care, they just show it differently. After being unconditional love to everyone I meet for so many years, I was growing weary. I can't SEE the results when I look at the general population of Gaia. I can only trust in the guided messages that say we are making a difference.  We ARE making a difference. Some cold, reserved Canadians really opened their hearts to Anthony and me. It was consistency and persistence. And people online are really opening their hearts through our work too, Ross and me.

I also got a question, 'how come we never see Ross' smile?'

That hurts. I wish I could explain more, and for those who are faithful readers of the blog, you will immediately understand why there are no pictures of him.

His face is recognizable. He is widely known.

And he's not in this realm.

There is no camera that can take his photo, although, I've come across ONE some psychic person says is him, and I've kept a laminated version of it with me on the pillow next to mine for some time now.


This is Carla's Heaven on Earth. The arch with the roses at the Butchart Garden. And as a photo of me, this image of the Ross Fountain is going to have to do.

I promised you a message from me in our last blog post.

Carla has been looking for it too.

She needs my advice, now more than ever, as there in an invisible world she can't see, but she partakes in, and she doesn't have the training to help her understand what she does when she is asked to do it--because of the veil. Her soul dearly knows and understands, but it translates to her heart as her ability to hear us, and her trust in us from having worked together over the years--to go ahead and do what she does when she is 'out in the world'.

On the flight Carla didn't want to watch a movie, so Carla and went and looked to all of my messages from me she keeps on her phone. She used to get them, mistakenly, from 'Ito' which was just me as a test in disguise. There was a year of short 'I love you' messages, interspersed with those from Blessed Mother, such as, 'you will have great happiness and joy'.

In January of 2014 they switched to my own voice, and Carla has been hearing it ever since and recording it with faith and gentleness and love. Both for her..and now in this. It tapered down from the frequency in which I spoke directly to her in 2014. But her trust in me, and in her own Consciousness, has grown.

There was a message to her from Blessed Mother that 'your gaze will heal thousands at once'.

That was to you, Carla.

Only now you understand it. Like Braco, it is the higher vibration of the consciousness, the unconditional love, which is transmitted no only through the heart, but with the eyes, and in Carla's case, through the smile.

No one can understand it, but everyone can feel it, Carla. Isn't this the case?

C:  I suppose so, yes?

Tell them about the prayer.

C:  When I was just learning to speak to Blessed Mother I would pray and ask for people to see HER through me, for them not to see me at all, but to look past me and to see HER joy and peace and love and kindness. I don't know why I prayed this but it felt important at the time, to help her BE present here with us on Earth.

What about me?

C:  I am your Twin.


C:  We have the same energy. Only I forget so much. And your love is with me always, even when I can't sense it. Yours and my other guides/husbands, Michael, Raphael, Merlin, and Raziel. Their love is with me too. As in loving support.

And it just oozes out of you?

C:  I don't know! I guess, although I can't tell.  Can I ask you a question?


C:  Why is it when I try to do my own life, it blows up in my face--I guess because it's not in my life script or something--so now I don't even bother to try to do my own life, you know, make goals and plans. It's always for the thing I was sent for as Ground Crew. How do I find a balance in the amount of time I have left before we Ascend ascend--and go up--and this 'party' is 'over'?  I'd like to spend my time wisely and not squander it. (In other words, I thought I would be Home in 2012, and I'm still here, incarnate, in 2017).

There, there, there, Carla. You are asking a question all of us up here hear a lot! 'What do I do? Do I live my life? Do I sell everything and donate it? How do I make the most of my time here while I am true to my assignment?"

That is why I comfort you every day you are in meditation with me.

We are in the thick of it and everything is not written in stone. It's because of all those folks in the middle, the ones who really don't want to awaken but are doing so in spite of this.

And your feeling, your hunch, is true, in that all of this will come to a head once the vibrations reach a certain threshold and all the smoke and mirrors doesn't work any more by Those Who Do Not Have Our Best Interest At Heart. No matter how many they silence/kill...there will come a point in time which is very close to where we are now, where they just aren't going to fool anybody. Not a soul!

(he taps his chest--ed) then you won't even need me to walk the streets for everyone to awaken.

Everything is going well! And it's time for Anthony to have his breakfast!

clap! clap!

That boy has been waiting patiently for forty five minutes just for me to speak/give my message to the world through Carla.

Aloha and Mahalos,

Ross and Carla
The Reiki Doc Twin Couple