hello all,

I just finished reading the latest channeling from Montague Keen, and in it he discusses the Irish and their history. I've read bits and pieces about the Irish before, and how important of a role they play, however I'm not entirely sure what that role is.

Does anyone have any articles/sites they could suggest where I can find out more about this. I am curious as my grandmother's maiden name is an Irish one.

thanks!

Love,

Rachel

DEEPLY AWAKE – THE LOST

We are, each one of us, lost.

Each of us disconnected, willingly and joyfully, we came here and donned the veil. We convinced ourselves that the veil making everything we touch, sense, taste, see was wrapped around us in a permanently maddening way, and that the only way to find any peace was to venture without, amid the folds of that veil, and out there find peace, find some salvation out there.

In a smile. In a home. In a pet. In work. In child rearing. In study. At church. At the office. At the bar. At the farmacy. Anywhere. The veil is out there, and good is out there too,

So it went.

We took it on, this veil. I think, though, that as the veil has lifted, as the curtains come tumbling down in my life now, I see myself primly lifting my bent fingers to my head, and there is my burka. Buttoned to it is my veil. My hands, knowing a truth I do not posses, nimbly unbutton this veil from my headscarf.

Long ago, I, myself, put this veil on my head.

I walked for five decades cursing the darkness and hating those who pressed up too hard against this veil, smothering me, unaware of the horror my face was expressing, knowing only their own blindness, their own darkness.

I was given gifts this morning, and while unwrapping them, up my mother's face came.

My mom. My impenetrable wall. My greatest koan. The one whose role it was to soften the blows life was to deal me, constantly in the corner, frowning in a detached way, looking out the window, smoking and wishing she was anywhere else.

I remember little kindness from her. I remember judgment. I remember never being good enough, tame enough, happy enough, girlie enough, never enough. No one and nothing gave her peace, although she tried it all.

DEEPLY AWAKE – BRIGHTER, SWEETER

As the old Zen story goes, the master was asked by his student about enlightenment, what it is like.

The master replied, “Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.”

What the master failed to mention is that after enlightenment, the wood burns brighter, and the water is sweeter.

Zen masters are unnecessarily mysterious.

It's hard to admit to the degree of despair and sadness, grief and disconnection I experienced this morning.

I am a lightworker, and lightworkers are not supposed to get discouraged, not supposed to feel fear, not supposed to dwell within the chambers of lower vibrational energy. Right?

It's naughty, perverted and wrong to give into victimhood, right?

After about four hours of agony, I decided it probably wouldn't hurt to meditate.

I went to an emergency intubation in the ICU last night. The ICU. Everyone was eerily NICE. I had to do a double take. The nurses were considerate and listened and helped. The RT's were cheerful and helpful, without having 'something to prove' like they used to.

This was helpful because it was technically challenging for me to do--patient was not stable.

I have done emergency intubations in the middle of the night for almost twenty years. There is friendly, there is collegial, but there is ALWAYS an edginess and 'stat! STAT!' to it. But not last night!  People in the Operating Room are starting to get 'spooky nice' too. 

Anyone else out there noticing this trend at their work or their home?

I think it is Ascension, or something along those lines...

I like it, definitely. But as clairvoyant as I am, this is something clearly unusual...in a nice way, of course!

Namaste,

Reiki Doc

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Sananda ~ An Explosion of Love ~ As Channeled Through Fran Zepeda ~ November 8, 2012

Yeshua ~ Your Progress is Magnificent! ~ As Channeled through Fran Zepeda ~ November 12, 2012

Yeshua:

DEEPLY AWAKE – SHIFT

Last night, I worked what will have probably been my last shift at the hospital which has sustained me since April. I practiced with some tough characters: the controlling charge nurse, the uppity nurse I went to lunch with and appreciated good reasons to never do lunch with her again. I had an hour and a half nap. I drank lots of decaf. I ate cheese. I smoked in 18 degree weather. And through it all, I was unaffected.

All through the night, I surprised myself by finding myself feeling so neutral. And when I was not neutral, I was feeling brotherhood. Appreciation. I was seeing the humor in things, I joked and I found that just by talking, just by opening my mouth and making sound, with the one change being that nothing I thought or said was offensive or harmful to myself or others, I saw how much ease I was creating.

Funny how the pushy charge nurse decided against her plans and wishes, and spent her nap break just hanging out with me, while she crocheted and I played video games. I saw the borderline mental health worker ease, and the conflict we'd previously had just felt erased. I never remember that event, but she does. She was relaxed last night, more easy, less constricted. Still guarded, but I know that's her stuff, not mine.

DEEEPLY AWAKE – THE NOW MOMENT

Woke from my weird jumbly sleep with one thought needing to be savored, maybe examined a little. I told my guides and angels that I want to remember, start remembering, what it is I am learning at night. I rarely come back with pictures or movies. I instead come back with physical changes, lots of memories of lights in my body, and I come back with a word or two. Today it was “the now moment”, and having been shown, I think, how this present moment, now moment, thing works. These words and phrases, they seem to me to be symbols for a great package of information that has just been delivered, like the “subject” line of an email.

I worked yesterday, the first time in over a week. All over Denver, nurses are being told to just stay home, there aren't enough sick people. The hospital I have been working at exclusively is now talking about doing another round of lay-offs. Yesterday, working got me back in the temporal/financial continuum, sort of hooked me back up to life support.

And what I am aware of now, this morning, is that this now moment, this day, right now, counts toward future days.

The now moment is completely connected to the future, in real and very concrete ways, and it is this now moment which will impact tomorrow. How I behave now effects tomorrow. I know this seems devastatingly obvious, but it's just being brought into some sort of crazy focus that it never has been in before.