Greetings!
Today I have lots of fun playing 'The Cupcake Game' and 'The Princess Game' with my grandchildren. Our granddaughter is a little under the weather. She is a very cheerful little girl, and her running nose doesn't seem to bother her a bit.
After living in another state for 5 years, we were nicely surprised by how life unfolded. Last year, we got to move back to our home state. We now live less than ten miles from our younger son's family. I am certainly glad to see our loved ones more often.
I would like to share with you an interesting incident of healing.
Our first two grandchildren were born while we lived in another state. The distance between the two states was over 600 miles. I thought of them frequently, and we drove back to visit them about twice a year. One day, my son told me over the phone that the little ones were having a bad cold, and they coughed a lot at night. Naturally, I wanted to send them healing energy when the phone call was over. However, no healing energy came through. I realized it was the ego that felt the need to do something. I smiled, and let it go. Of course, our grandson and granddaughter recovered from the cold in due course.
One morning, I walked past the dresser. I stopped to look at the picture of our grandson that was placed on the top of the dresser. Seeing how adorable he was, my heart was filled with love. Suddenly, I found myself surged with powerful, healing energy, and my hands began to work on my grandson's head for quite a while.
At night, my son called me. I did not tell him what happened in the morning. As we talked, he told me his son had fallen down from his bed the night before. He had a bump on his head. He cried quite a bit, and had been very fussy. "But, he seems to be doing much better today," my son said. When I heard that, I was all smiles. My son at the other end of the phone line did not get to see my smile. Without knowing what had happened to my dear grandson, the Healing Energy came through to move my hands to work on his head. I was grateful beyond words for the love of God.
What is the greatest gift of God? It is the love in you and me. Love is the Source of healing, and the bond that connects us as One.
May your days be filled with love and joy!
Love and blessings,
Q of D
P.S. I wrote the post on Thursday, and finished it today. In other words, I visited our grandchildren yesterday.
Friday, May 31, 2013
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Our thought of kindness or forgiveness
Greetings!
There is a Chinese saying: Be hard on ourselves, but be easy on others. However, this is not what this post is about. Somehow, this afternoon I am inspired to share with you another Chinese saying. Please note that this is not the direct translation of the saying, but this is the way I feel inspired to relate.
Be easy on others is be easy on ourselves
in doing so,
life is as free as the boundless sky and sea.
May we live each day in ease and grace, and may the thought of kindness and forgiveness change the course of what may be.
Namaste!
Many blessings,
Q of D
There is a Chinese saying: Be hard on ourselves, but be easy on others. However, this is not what this post is about. Somehow, this afternoon I am inspired to share with you another Chinese saying. Please note that this is not the direct translation of the saying, but this is the way I feel inspired to relate.
Be easy on others is be easy on ourselves
in doing so,
life is as free as the boundless sky and sea.
May we live each day in ease and grace, and may the thought of kindness and forgiveness change the course of what may be.
Namaste!
Many blessings,
Q of D
Friday, May 10, 2013
What do we do when we have dreams of fear
Greetings!
Recently someone used the key words 'what does a pink fish mean in a dream', and went online looking for answers. He or she was one of quite a few who happened to read my post A beautiful pink fish on the back of a white dove because they dreamt of a pink fish too. It made me realize I had not written about dreams for quite some time.
In the pink fish post, the gentleman who interpreted my dream asked what pink meant to me. It was a valid question. For instance, in our Chinese culture, a dragon symbolized good fortune and power, whereas, it was not necessary the case in the American culture. I loved nature and animals, and I had many wonderful dreams of such. A friend was allergic to cats, and was not very fond of pets. When she dreamt of animals, her experience was different from mine. Therefore, it was important to ask ourselves how we felt about the image we saw. According to my experiences, I learned my mood in the dream, and the thought that came to me at the very moment I woke up bore some significance too.
Today I would like to share with you two incidents that happened after my dreams. They happened during the restaurant years.
One Saturday morning, I woke up from a dream. I took it as a past life dream. In many of my dreams, I was observing what was going on as if watching a movie. I saw a young man (my husband) walking with his girlfriend (me) in an open-air market place. They were in their 20s and looked very different from the real life us. They might not be Chinese in the dream. The vendors along the street were predominantly of another culture. The boyfriend was carefree and mischievous. Suddenly, he intentionally knocked down some display and made them spill all over the place. He then grabbed something from the ground. The girlfriend was shocked. She asked him why he did that. He grabbed her hand and began running away. Lots of people chased after them. They ran into a mall and entered a place. They had unknowingly entered a place where they saw many people of another culture were inside, and there was no exit. Meanwhile, the people who chased after them were closing in.
When I woke up, my heart was still pounding with fear. I told my husband the dream. I said, "In front of us, there were people of the same culture as the people that were chasing after us. We were being sandwiched. There was nowhere to turn or escape!" I repeatedly said the same thing "oh, no, we were being sandwiched" even while I took a shower.
Later that morning, we had to do some shopping for the restaurant. When we were on our way back, the car in front of us turned on its left turn signal. Seeing that, we slowed down our car. There was no center lane for the car to move in to make the turn. Therefore, when the driver stopped his car waiting to make a turn, we had to stop behind him. We could not move to the right lane because there was a lot of traffic. The car in front of us could not turn because of many oncoming traffic from the other direction. While we waited, all of a sudden, I heard a loud bang. A car slammed into our car from behind.
The young man who drove his car into ours tried to lie. He said his car slipped. I pointed to the badly damaged rear end of our car, and said, "It can't be a slip. Your car slammed into our car!" His nephew who was about 12 years old said, "He was on his cell phone! He was not looking at the road. I told him to stop, but he could not hear me because he was on the phone!" When we called the police, they said if our cars were still drivable, we should exchange the insurance information and report the accident within a certain time period (I forgot the exact no. of days). My husband and I went to the police station right away to report the accident.
I was totally overwhelmed by the accident. Our family of four had only one car. We needed the car to go to work, to drive our sons to college, and to pick them up every couple of weeks. I could not describe how bad and sad I felt.
When I finally calmed down, I suddenly remembered the dream in the morning. With the car stopping in front of us, blocking us from moving forward, and another car slamming into ours, we were indeed being sandwiched! Then I also remembered I had a wonderful dream a day before. My mother appeared in that dream, and she brought with her another person. I found tremendous love and comfort remembering that dream. When I connected these two dreams, I understood a karmic debt was paid. The car was damaged, but we were safe. My heart was filled with gratitude for the Grace of God and for the love of our loved ones.
The insurance company refused to fix our car because it would take many thousands of dollars to fix our car. Instead, they paid us the market value of our old car which was less than half of the estimated amount that needed to fix it. For a while, I felt very depressed because of the situation. We could not use the money as a down payment for another car because we did not have the money for future monthly payments. Luckily, it came to me there might be an auto shop which could fix the car for less money. We found one. Although the money was not enough to restore the appearance of the car, but we had the use of a car for a few more years until our sons graduated from the universities.
Below was the second incident.
One morning, I woke up from a dream with trepidation. I could not recall my dream clearly, and did not understand why I felt that way. I felt the need to pray for protection. Quietly, I centered myself in peace. I prayed for protection as well as the Grace of God. I did not tell my family about it for I did not want to spread fear or worry as I did the last time.
After shopping, we got back into our car. I had made sure that there was no car in both directions before my husband pulled out of the parking space. However, a car that parked a space away (i.e. it parked next to the car that was next to our car) suddenly pulled out heading for the opposite direction, and its rear hit the rear of our car. We and the woman of the other car came out to check our cars. The force was not hard when the end of the cars bumped into each other. The damage on our car was very minor, and was hardly visible since the rear of our car had been damaged before. The woman's car was in good condition, and the little dent on her car seemed visible. I felt sorry for the woman. The woman wore a white dress. She looked at me and let out a gracious smile. She said, "Don't worry about it. It is only a car. It is (a) material (thing). I am not concerned about it." I was amazed at how gracefully she had looked at the situation. We got back into our cars and parted ways. On our way home, I thanked the Divine. I also thought about what the woman said.
Looking back, our sons must be pretty strong. They did not feel embarrassed when we visited them or picked them up in an old, rusty damaged car. When we traded in the old car, I took some time to thank 'our old friend' (the car) which had been with us through good and tough times.
In love, I shared with you these two experiences. In the first incident which happened about twelve years ago, I had totally subjected myself to the emotion in the dream. It did not mean the accident might have been avoided if I had changed my attitude. However, it certainly would not help when we reaffirmed the fear in the dream. In the second experience, I learned to pray for protection, and let go let God. In recent years, sometimes I woke up and rewrote my dreams (or imagined a new outcome).
I learned from my dreams that sometimes doors represented the door of my heart (guarded, open or somewhat closed), the window or glass symbolized my view or attitude (dusty or cloudy window), and cars were the vehicles we used to live a physical life (the human I). My family gave me the nickname the Queen of Dreams because I talked a lot about my dreams when I was young. Gradually, I kept most of the dreams to myself for I noticed my family was not that interested in hearing them.
I dream all the time, but I am not an expert in dreams. I am still learning how to interpret my dreams. I would love to hear what you have learned from your dreams.
If you are interested in my other posts of dreams, please click "Dreams" under Labels on the side bar below the popular posts.
Have fun dreaming!
Peace,
Q of D
Recently someone used the key words 'what does a pink fish mean in a dream', and went online looking for answers. He or she was one of quite a few who happened to read my post A beautiful pink fish on the back of a white dove because they dreamt of a pink fish too. It made me realize I had not written about dreams for quite some time.
In the pink fish post, the gentleman who interpreted my dream asked what pink meant to me. It was a valid question. For instance, in our Chinese culture, a dragon symbolized good fortune and power, whereas, it was not necessary the case in the American culture. I loved nature and animals, and I had many wonderful dreams of such. A friend was allergic to cats, and was not very fond of pets. When she dreamt of animals, her experience was different from mine. Therefore, it was important to ask ourselves how we felt about the image we saw. According to my experiences, I learned my mood in the dream, and the thought that came to me at the very moment I woke up bore some significance too.
Today I would like to share with you two incidents that happened after my dreams. They happened during the restaurant years.
One Saturday morning, I woke up from a dream. I took it as a past life dream. In many of my dreams, I was observing what was going on as if watching a movie. I saw a young man (my husband) walking with his girlfriend (me) in an open-air market place. They were in their 20s and looked very different from the real life us. They might not be Chinese in the dream. The vendors along the street were predominantly of another culture. The boyfriend was carefree and mischievous. Suddenly, he intentionally knocked down some display and made them spill all over the place. He then grabbed something from the ground. The girlfriend was shocked. She asked him why he did that. He grabbed her hand and began running away. Lots of people chased after them. They ran into a mall and entered a place. They had unknowingly entered a place where they saw many people of another culture were inside, and there was no exit. Meanwhile, the people who chased after them were closing in.
When I woke up, my heart was still pounding with fear. I told my husband the dream. I said, "In front of us, there were people of the same culture as the people that were chasing after us. We were being sandwiched. There was nowhere to turn or escape!" I repeatedly said the same thing "oh, no, we were being sandwiched" even while I took a shower.
Later that morning, we had to do some shopping for the restaurant. When we were on our way back, the car in front of us turned on its left turn signal. Seeing that, we slowed down our car. There was no center lane for the car to move in to make the turn. Therefore, when the driver stopped his car waiting to make a turn, we had to stop behind him. We could not move to the right lane because there was a lot of traffic. The car in front of us could not turn because of many oncoming traffic from the other direction. While we waited, all of a sudden, I heard a loud bang. A car slammed into our car from behind.
The young man who drove his car into ours tried to lie. He said his car slipped. I pointed to the badly damaged rear end of our car, and said, "It can't be a slip. Your car slammed into our car!" His nephew who was about 12 years old said, "He was on his cell phone! He was not looking at the road. I told him to stop, but he could not hear me because he was on the phone!" When we called the police, they said if our cars were still drivable, we should exchange the insurance information and report the accident within a certain time period (I forgot the exact no. of days). My husband and I went to the police station right away to report the accident.
I was totally overwhelmed by the accident. Our family of four had only one car. We needed the car to go to work, to drive our sons to college, and to pick them up every couple of weeks. I could not describe how bad and sad I felt.
When I finally calmed down, I suddenly remembered the dream in the morning. With the car stopping in front of us, blocking us from moving forward, and another car slamming into ours, we were indeed being sandwiched! Then I also remembered I had a wonderful dream a day before. My mother appeared in that dream, and she brought with her another person. I found tremendous love and comfort remembering that dream. When I connected these two dreams, I understood a karmic debt was paid. The car was damaged, but we were safe. My heart was filled with gratitude for the Grace of God and for the love of our loved ones.
The insurance company refused to fix our car because it would take many thousands of dollars to fix our car. Instead, they paid us the market value of our old car which was less than half of the estimated amount that needed to fix it. For a while, I felt very depressed because of the situation. We could not use the money as a down payment for another car because we did not have the money for future monthly payments. Luckily, it came to me there might be an auto shop which could fix the car for less money. We found one. Although the money was not enough to restore the appearance of the car, but we had the use of a car for a few more years until our sons graduated from the universities.
Below was the second incident.
One morning, I woke up from a dream with trepidation. I could not recall my dream clearly, and did not understand why I felt that way. I felt the need to pray for protection. Quietly, I centered myself in peace. I prayed for protection as well as the Grace of God. I did not tell my family about it for I did not want to spread fear or worry as I did the last time.
After shopping, we got back into our car. I had made sure that there was no car in both directions before my husband pulled out of the parking space. However, a car that parked a space away (i.e. it parked next to the car that was next to our car) suddenly pulled out heading for the opposite direction, and its rear hit the rear of our car. We and the woman of the other car came out to check our cars. The force was not hard when the end of the cars bumped into each other. The damage on our car was very minor, and was hardly visible since the rear of our car had been damaged before. The woman's car was in good condition, and the little dent on her car seemed visible. I felt sorry for the woman. The woman wore a white dress. She looked at me and let out a gracious smile. She said, "Don't worry about it. It is only a car. It is (a) material (thing). I am not concerned about it." I was amazed at how gracefully she had looked at the situation. We got back into our cars and parted ways. On our way home, I thanked the Divine. I also thought about what the woman said.
Looking back, our sons must be pretty strong. They did not feel embarrassed when we visited them or picked them up in an old, rusty damaged car. When we traded in the old car, I took some time to thank 'our old friend' (the car) which had been with us through good and tough times.
In love, I shared with you these two experiences. In the first incident which happened about twelve years ago, I had totally subjected myself to the emotion in the dream. It did not mean the accident might have been avoided if I had changed my attitude. However, it certainly would not help when we reaffirmed the fear in the dream. In the second experience, I learned to pray for protection, and let go let God. In recent years, sometimes I woke up and rewrote my dreams (or imagined a new outcome).
I learned from my dreams that sometimes doors represented the door of my heart (guarded, open or somewhat closed), the window or glass symbolized my view or attitude (dusty or cloudy window), and cars were the vehicles we used to live a physical life (the human I). My family gave me the nickname the Queen of Dreams because I talked a lot about my dreams when I was young. Gradually, I kept most of the dreams to myself for I noticed my family was not that interested in hearing them.
I dream all the time, but I am not an expert in dreams. I am still learning how to interpret my dreams. I would love to hear what you have learned from your dreams.
If you are interested in my other posts of dreams, please click "Dreams" under Labels on the side bar below the popular posts.
Have fun dreaming!
Peace,
Q of D
Friday, May 3, 2013
Be Like Him
Greetings!
When my younger son encouraged me to start my own blog, he said, "Mom, I know you think your English is not good enough, but, you do know you are supposed to write. Mom, you can revise your post anytime you want to. If you are not pleased with a post, you can delete it after you have published it. It is very easy. Mom, just start writing!" By then, we lived in different states. Over the phone, he guided me through the process of setting up my blog.
Then my son asked when I would publish a post. I said I needed time (months!). He insisted that I gave him a date. Reluctantly, I promised I would publish a post by the end of March. My son knew me: if I made a promise, I would try to keep it. My first post was published on March 25, 2011. Yes, I barely made it!
Earlier this year, I chose a new template for my blog. I began revising some of my old posts because the layout of the new template was different from the old one. I rewrote some posts, and deleted a few. Incidentally, in recent months, a post which I had deleted appeared on the list of my posts on Google. Of course, it was labeled 'preview not available'.
After some thought, I decided to rewrite this post. It was about how I changed my attitude towards other people. In many ways, it was an important incident in my spiritual journey.
By the way, I really like the new look of my blog. I want to take this opportunity to thank Google or those at Google who work hard to improve Blogger. Thank you!
Be Like Him
(Originally published on Oct. 8, 2011)
I grew up in a traditional Chinese family. I was sensitive to people's emotions since I was a little girl. I knew who was happy, sad, or not feeling well. By then, my heart was very open, and I followed what my heart guided me to do. If I could be of help, I simply did it without hesitation. I never took gender into account, and treated everybody (a boy or a girl) equally. In elementary school, I did not joined small groups as most girls did. I was like an observer among my peers. When there was a conflict between groups, girls often came to ask for my opinion. They always listened to what I said. In different elementary schools, my classmates as well as the teachers had chosen me to be the class captain. (I had not asked or wanted to be a class captain.) Teachers usually picked a good student, and I was a good student. When it was the students' turn to choose their own captain, it was usually done by a vote of hands. It might be I treated everybody fairly, and helped those that needed help.
As I grew a little bit older, I started to take in the cultural / traditional standards of a Chinese female. In my teens, I began to build walls. Boys and girls interacted during classes. However, boys played / talked with boys during breaks on the playground. It was the same with girls.
When my husband opened the small restaurant, my heart was somewhat closed because we had lived as a family of four for a long time. I was not used to speak in English. I felt uncomfortable in front of people that I did not know well. It was quite a challenge for me in the beginning of the restaurant business. It took me some time to put aside the feeling of uneasiness.
When teenagers came in to order, I was at ease talking to them because I was a mother. Many of them were very friendly. Over the years, many talked to me about school and what happened in their lives. Sometimes they rushed in to tell me they got a good grade or they got an after school job. One day, a young lady came in and talked to me for a long time. She shared with me her sadness because her father passed away suddenly.
I also felt comfortable talking with female customers because they were like me - daughters, sisters, wives, and mothers in the family. When I sensed they were sick or sad, I easily reached out to them with love. Some customers had also graced my life with their presence. I would always remember their kindness, friendship, and love.
When male customers walked in, I treated them with respect, but my stance was reserved if not distant. Sometimes I sensed they were sick or depressed. My heart was filled with compassion. I knew a few words of loving kindness might ease their pain / mind, but I would not allow myself to do that. In my quiet time, I did pray for all - men, women, young, and old. I thought my self-set barrier was very much in order. I was a married Chinese woman, and there was nothing wrong with this attitude. Then came the divine intervention.
During the restaurant years, I had met quite a few wonderful, loving spiritual beings. Among them was a very special couple. Whenever they came, they took their time to talk to us (our sons and me). They listened with sincerity. Before they left, they often gave us a hug***. They treated us as if we were members of their family. I could feel their truthfulness. I admired the way they conducted themselves - treating everybody truthfully with love and respect.
Did I change my attitude overnight?
No. It took me some years before I could embrace another person with pure love and not a bit of fear in my heart. On a few occasions, people cried as we hugged. With truthfulness, I believed we were connecting on a heart to heart level of love as we hugged.
The walls I built may have collapsed, however, at times I still observe the shadow of a barrier in my actions.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
When my younger son encouraged me to start my own blog, he said, "Mom, I know you think your English is not good enough, but, you do know you are supposed to write. Mom, you can revise your post anytime you want to. If you are not pleased with a post, you can delete it after you have published it. It is very easy. Mom, just start writing!" By then, we lived in different states. Over the phone, he guided me through the process of setting up my blog.
Then my son asked when I would publish a post. I said I needed time (months!). He insisted that I gave him a date. Reluctantly, I promised I would publish a post by the end of March. My son knew me: if I made a promise, I would try to keep it. My first post was published on March 25, 2011. Yes, I barely made it!
Earlier this year, I chose a new template for my blog. I began revising some of my old posts because the layout of the new template was different from the old one. I rewrote some posts, and deleted a few. Incidentally, in recent months, a post which I had deleted appeared on the list of my posts on Google. Of course, it was labeled 'preview not available'.
After some thought, I decided to rewrite this post. It was about how I changed my attitude towards other people. In many ways, it was an important incident in my spiritual journey.
By the way, I really like the new look of my blog. I want to take this opportunity to thank Google or those at Google who work hard to improve Blogger. Thank you!
Be Like Him
(Originally published on Oct. 8, 2011)
I grew up in a traditional Chinese family. I was sensitive to people's emotions since I was a little girl. I knew who was happy, sad, or not feeling well. By then, my heart was very open, and I followed what my heart guided me to do. If I could be of help, I simply did it without hesitation. I never took gender into account, and treated everybody (a boy or a girl) equally. In elementary school, I did not joined small groups as most girls did. I was like an observer among my peers. When there was a conflict between groups, girls often came to ask for my opinion. They always listened to what I said. In different elementary schools, my classmates as well as the teachers had chosen me to be the class captain. (I had not asked or wanted to be a class captain.) Teachers usually picked a good student, and I was a good student. When it was the students' turn to choose their own captain, it was usually done by a vote of hands. It might be I treated everybody fairly, and helped those that needed help.
As I grew a little bit older, I started to take in the cultural / traditional standards of a Chinese female. In my teens, I began to build walls. Boys and girls interacted during classes. However, boys played / talked with boys during breaks on the playground. It was the same with girls.
When my husband opened the small restaurant, my heart was somewhat closed because we had lived as a family of four for a long time. I was not used to speak in English. I felt uncomfortable in front of people that I did not know well. It was quite a challenge for me in the beginning of the restaurant business. It took me some time to put aside the feeling of uneasiness.
When teenagers came in to order, I was at ease talking to them because I was a mother. Many of them were very friendly. Over the years, many talked to me about school and what happened in their lives. Sometimes they rushed in to tell me they got a good grade or they got an after school job. One day, a young lady came in and talked to me for a long time. She shared with me her sadness because her father passed away suddenly.
I also felt comfortable talking with female customers because they were like me - daughters, sisters, wives, and mothers in the family. When I sensed they were sick or sad, I easily reached out to them with love. Some customers had also graced my life with their presence. I would always remember their kindness, friendship, and love.
When male customers walked in, I treated them with respect, but my stance was reserved if not distant. Sometimes I sensed they were sick or depressed. My heart was filled with compassion. I knew a few words of loving kindness might ease their pain / mind, but I would not allow myself to do that. In my quiet time, I did pray for all - men, women, young, and old. I thought my self-set barrier was very much in order. I was a married Chinese woman, and there was nothing wrong with this attitude. Then came the divine intervention.
During the restaurant years, I had met quite a few wonderful, loving spiritual beings. Among them was a very special couple. Whenever they came, they took their time to talk to us (our sons and me). They listened with sincerity. Before they left, they often gave us a hug***. They treated us as if we were members of their family. I could feel their truthfulness. I admired the way they conducted themselves - treating everybody truthfully with love and respect.
*** In America and many other countries, people hug each other when they meet or before they part ways. Universally, it is a way of acknowledging one another. It may or may not include the truthfulness of love, compassion, friendship, or support. As a Chinese woman, I was not used to this kind of physical contact.One day, the man came in and picked up an order. He showed genuine concern when he heard that our business had been very slow. As usual, he gave me a hug before he left. As we hugged, suddenly I heard, "Be like him." I did not expect to hear this out of nowhere advice from my spirit guide at all. It caused me to look back at my life, and examined the way I had been conducting myself. I realized I had on many occasions treated others with reserve and not love just because they were men. It was wrong to discriminate others based on gender. I certainly did not want others to discriminate me because I was a woman.
Did I change my attitude overnight?
No. It took me some years before I could embrace another person with pure love and not a bit of fear in my heart. On a few occasions, people cried as we hugged. With truthfulness, I believed we were connecting on a heart to heart level of love as we hugged.
The walls I built may have collapsed, however, at times I still observe the shadow of a barrier in my actions.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
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