More on Dreams

Greetings!

Since I have been writing about dreams, I would like to share some more about what I learn from my dreams.  Below are two paragraphs from my post I was nicknamed the Queen of Dreams.

According to my experiences, a vivid dream right before I woke up was of great significance.  (Vivid dreams are dreams where people and things look very real with colorful and vivid images.)  I would wake up with a feeling that was hard to describe.  In some cases, I felt very anxious upon waking up.  The anxiety was an indication that something very similar to the dream was about to take place on the same day.  So they were prophetic dreams. 

In other vivid dream cases, I was touched deeply emotionally.  The emotion I felt stayed with me for days and sometimes for weeks.  In time, I seemed to have forgotten the dream.  These dreams were foretelling dreams too except they might happen weeks, months or even years later.  What was unique about such a dream was the forgetting of the dream and the sudden realization on a much later day that what happened had already been foretold.  The feeling at the moment of realization was profound beyond words.  These dreams made me feel there was much more to life than what we knew.  

Most of my dreams are not vivid dreams.  I only feel what goes on in my dreams as there are no clear images or color.  I may have a sense that the setting is daytime or nighttime.  (Night setting or a dream in the dark often indicates mystery.)  I call these dreams 'feel dreams'.  On a few occasions, I may see a clear, vivid image of a person or an object.  When it happens, there is a meaning to the image I see.  For example, I dreamed of someone I knew.  I did not see the image of his face or the surrounding in the dream. The only vivid image was the brightness of the blue shirt he wore.  In my dreams, blue stood for communication and/or wisdom; he was a wonderful spiritual teacher, and his talks captivated the audience.  (By the way, sometimes the garment we put on is symbolic to the role we play.  If we put on / look for a new garment, it may mean we will do something new or we will play a new role.)

In my last post, I mention shrimp is one of my favorite food, therefore, I feel good about the dream.  For someone who does not like seafood, it may have a complete different meaning.  In order to interpret our dreams, we should pay attention to how we feel when we wake up.

There are times I have blurry, confused, sad or fearful dreams for a couple of days.  It often happens around the full moon.  Upon self examination, I find no reason for those dreams.  I ask my angels and guides for an explanation.  I am guided to draw a card from the angel deck.  It is the Moon Cycles.  I find out full moon is the best time for healing as we release what we are done with.  I believe I may be releasing fear, pain, and confusion as I go through those dreams.  (Please click to view What do we do when we have dreams of fear.)  The new moon is the time for manifesting, and it helps to hold our desires in positive thought.

Have a good week!

Love,
Q of D

  

The Amazing Prophetic Dreams - Story 2

Greetings!

I will go straight to my dreams.  (click to view The amazing prophetic dream of moving - Story 1)

On July 13, 2011, I woke up from a dream.  It was a short dream.  I was in the place where I worked.  I would skip the scenes because it was about others.  This was what I wrote at the end of the entry in my journal -

Then I was out of the work place walking in the hallway.  I saw my bosses walking in my direction.  I just waved to signal I was leaving.  I was peaceful and completely okay about leaving.

Two days later, I had another dream.

It was Friday.  I went back to work.  I actually fell asleep for about two hours.  I woke up and noticed nobody knew that I was not there, or I had fallen asleep. I realized it was Friday.  I had forgotten my boss did not need my help on Fridays.  I packed all my stuff into a briefcase which was royal blue with some designs.  I told my boss I was leaving.  She was talking to a woman, and might not have heard me.  I looked at the cafeteria.  The cafeteria was nicely lighted, and was with round tables.  It looked spacious.  I saw two waitresses in uniforms waiting on a few customers.  In the dream, there was a feeling of wonderment in seeing how nice the cafeteria looked.  Then I left the place with my blue briefcase.

There was more to the dream.  It was about what I saw and met when I walked on the path after I left the job.  Anyway, after the dream, I wrote down in my journal that I believed my dreams were telling me that my time at this work place was almost over.

The actual cafeteria in my work place was a big cafeteria for the employees of the company.  It looked pretty much like a school cafeteria with many long tables and simple light fixtures.  There was no waiter or waitress.  People who worked in the food counter did not wear uniforms.

Of course, I kept the dreams to myself.  In January 2012, our son posted his resume online because he wanted to find another job.   Soon he got a contract job in a state which was close to our home state.  Our son moved there first because he had to report to his new job.  I continued working past the middle of February.  Before I left, work had begun in the remodeling of the cafeteria.  I learned from my boss that the company planned to make the cafeteria into a nice restaurant setting.  It would be nicely lighted with round tables!  Furthermore, people who worked in the food counter would be required to wear uniforms!  I realized the dream foretold the time of my leaving which was about the time of the remodeling.

Seven months after the above dreams, we moved to another state.  On the last Sunday I attended church service, a friend asked the speaker who was a known psychic for 50 years when I would return.  She said: "Within four to six months."  Her words shocked us.  Immediately, I thought what dramatic event would cause me to return in such a short period of time.  She said I would be in a roller coaster ride in the coming months but the changes would be good.  She also said a few words about my husband before she walked away.  Instead of taking in 'the changes would be good', I let fear take over me.  Later in a friend's house, I broke down in the presence of my loving friends.  Oh, life.......in tears and laughter, we live!

Looking back, the psychic was right.  My friend and I thought she meant I would return to the church (or my spiritual home), but it was not.  Life was really a roller coaster ride for me during that time.  Five months after we moved, we had to move again.  Our older son got a job in the state we used to live, and we returned home.

Indeed, the changes are good.  We now live about 20 minutes from our younger son's house.  What a blessing it is to see our loved ones often now!

It has been one year and eight months since I left the city by the ocean.  At times I wonder how does the cafeteria look now.  Have round tables replaced the simple, long tables?  Though my friends email me occasionally, but I never ask.

Since our moves can be foretold, the future seems to be set or in the passing. Meanwhile, the present moment is gone the second we recognize it.  Although every present moment becomes the past, yet the past is ongoing because what we choose to do 'now' changes the dynamic of 'what is'.

Live and love.  Life is better a mystery.  Let us enjoy our journey on earth, and make our choices base on love for Love is who we truly are.

Many blessings,
Q of D  

The Amazing Prophetic Dreams of Moving - Story 1

Greetings!

I mentioned in my post 'Night Vision - Pieces of a Dream' Phenomenon that I only started writing down my dreams and what happened in my life consistently after this incredible experience.
  
I flipped through a couple of my journals recently.  I found an interesting coincidence about our moves to other states.  Both times I had prophetic dreams seven months before they actually happened.

Here is the story behind our first move to another state.

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On Jan. 11, 2007 (111 angels day!), I woke up from a dream.  In the dream, we arrived home after shopping.  We saw a crew of workers outside of our apartment.   After we parked the car, a worker immediately put two bags of our belongings onto the back seat of our car.  It seemed all our belongings had been packed and placed at a corner outside.  The workers began loading them into our car.  I was standing by the car.  I opened the door at the driver side.  I saw lots of big shrimps piled up on the floor of the passenger side. There were so many shrimps that some had fallen outside of the car.  I went over to the passenger side, and tried to scope the shrimps back into the car.  I saw a hole on the ground, and there were even more shrimps.

Shrimp was one of my favorite food.  Seeing things that I liked, I felt good about the dream.  I did not analyze the dream.  I simply recorded it.

At that time, the economy in our state was getting worse and worse.  Few months later, our older son was pink-slipped.  It was not a surprise.  Over the years, many people had been laid off.  Luckily, I was no longer the old me.  I was at peace for I knew everything was going to be alright.  My son was frustrated because of the situation.  I told him to be patient for I believed things would look up after his birthday.

Indeed, our son began to have interviews after his birthday.  Soon he was offered a job.  If he accepted the offer, he would start working in 2 to 3 weeks.  However, here came the divine intervention.

On the same day he got the offer, a recruiter had arranged a phone interview for our son with a corporation in another state.  Our son told him he already got a job offer, and declined to take the phone interview.  The recruiter was very persistent.  He said, in the present economy, most companies would not pay for out of state candidates to fly in for a personal interview.  He said the interview was prearranged, and it would make him (the recruiter) looked bad if our son did not take the call.  He asked our son to help him out.  He said all our son needed to do was to answer the phone, and that would be it.

My husband and I happened to be home that day.  Our son told us he agreed to the phone interview because he felt he had an obligation to help the recruiter.  He made it clear that he would take the job which had been offered to him.  I asked my husband to go upstairs with me so that our son could have the family room all to himself when he answered the phone.

I could not convey the feeling I had that afternoon.  While our son was talking on the phone, the whole house was filled with indescribable peace and joy.  I told my husband in a hushed voice, "I feel lots of angels are in our apartment.  There is this sense of peace that I have never felt before!"

The phone interview took almost 45 minutes.  Afterward, the recruiter thanked our son.  Soon, he called again because the company wanted our son to fly over there for an interview.  The company would pay for all the expenses, e.g. plane tickets, car rental, and hotel during his stay.

Our son used to kept things to himself.  He always said he didn't want to hear anything spiritual.  Therefore, I did not share with him how I felt during the phone interview.  Before he left for the interview, I only knew the name of the state.  When I finally heard the name of the city, I was surprised as well as amazed.  I learned from books there was a big spiritual research center.  The founder was a world known channel and spiritual teacher.  He moved on many years ago, but his contribution to humanity was profound.  I loved and respected him greatly.  I had prayed I would visit the center some day.

A couple of days after our son returned home, he was told he got the job.  Included in the offer was money for relocation.

Our son had always told us he wanted to stay in the state where he was born and where his friends were.  Though deep inside I felt something divine was unfolding, I did not want to influence him in any way.  When he came to ask for my opinion on which job he should accept, I said, "I have no opinion.  It is your life.  You are in control.  It is your decision to make."  Hearing that, he thought for a while.  Then he cheerfully announced, "We are moving!  I want you and Dad to move there with me."

Seven months after the dream, I arrived in a city that was by the ocean.  During our four and a half years stay, I ate my favorite food, shrimps and fish, 3 to 4 times a week.  They were fresh, and the prices were very affordable.  I visited the big spiritual center.  I also found a small interfaith church which I regarded as my spiritual home.  I met many wonderful, loving friends.  I facilitated four healing workshops that I had never imagined I could or I would.  (Click to view A beautiful pink fish on the back of a white dove)  My English was not fluent, but my loving brothers and sisters allowed me to speak and connect with them on two Sundays in 2010 and 2011.

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2007 was a year of many changes.  Our younger son used the money he saved as a down payment for a house for he was getting married in the summer.  He moved out of our apartment, and moved into his own house in Feb.  Coincidentally, the day our older son got the news of his job offer was also our younger son's wedding rehearsal.  All these years, our family of four had lived together.  Though our younger son had moved to another city about an hour away, we still lived in the same state.  The unexpected news was a shock to our younger son, and the move caused lots of emotions in each one of us. 

Our younger son's wedding day was one of the most joyful days in my life.  He had always conducted himself well even as a child.  Seeing how handsome he looked and how mature he handled himself, I felt blessed and honored to be his mother.  Before the wedding ceremony, others said I would probably cry as many mothers did.  I said I would smile through the ceremony.  Boy, was I wrong!

I learned from my son that he and his fiancee had agreed to really take some time before their wedding day to think of what to say to each other as their vows instead of just the formal words.  They would keep the words in their hearts.  In other words, the bride did not know what the groom would say before the ceremony, and it was the same with the groom.  When they said their vows, their words of love from their hearts touched all who were present.  I was moved to tears as others had predicted.

In the days that followed, I was stressed out because of the move.  There were so much to do such as packing, cleaning, and throwing away lots of stuff.  I could not feel the excitement of moving to a city that I had longed to visit.  I understood the move was very much in the divine order.  However, I loved both of my sons dearly, and wish I could always be there for them.  I could only take comfort in the fact that our younger son and his wife would have love and support because our daughter-in-law's family lived near them.

Writing this post brings back lots of memories and emotions.  In tears and laughter, in love and joy, we live, we love, and learn many life lessons.  Time flies in a blink.  Now I am a grandmother of three adorable children.  May all of us look back at our lives with laugh of pure joy as Buddha did upon his awakening.  Amen.

Click here to view The Amazing Prophetic Dreams of Moving - Story 2

Love,
Q of D

The Good Samaritans

Greetings!

Yesterday we were stuck in a gas station.  We could not start the car after we filled up the gas.

About 3 months ago, we had a similar incident in the parking lot of a store.  After shopping for groceries, we could not start our car.  The insurance company sent someone out to jump start the car, but it didn't work.  It took another hour for a tow truck to come out.  Our car was towed to an auto shop.  A couple of days later, we were relieved to learn everything had checked out to be fine, and all we needed was a new battery.

With a new battery, we did not expect this to happen again so soon, but I supposed what happened was pretty much part of life.  No matter we expected it of not, things simply unfolded and called for our attention.  

Seeing what happened, a young man who was getting gas in the next lane came to help us.  He spent quite some time looking into the possibilities of the problem, but could not make the car start.  He helped pushing our car to the side.  Before he left, he said he was sorry he could not help us.  We thanked him for he had already helped the best he could.  His willingness to help had already made our day.

What happened reminded me of an exceptional good Samaritan whom we met in 2007.  That day he went out of his way to help us to the best that he could.

Before we moved to another state in 2007, we went to see a relative to say goodbye.  He lived in a city which was about an hour away from where we lived.  While we talked, we told him we wanted to bring our car to an auto repair shop for a complete inspection before the long drive to another state.  Immediately, he recommended the auto shop next to his business.  He knew them well.  He was sure they could do a good job.  After the inspection, we agreed to the works they recommended.  When the work was done, they assured us that our car was now in sound condition to go long distance.

Two days later, we went to the post office to mail some letters.  When we came out of the post office, my husband could not start the car.  We had AAA car insurance, but we knew it took an hour or more for a tow truck to come.  Furthermore, the auto shop was much farther away than what was covered by the insurance.  Therefore, my husband wished someone could jump start the car so that we could drive over there by ourselves.

It was a hot, hot summer day.  Understandably, many people walked past, and nobody seemed to want to help.  Then a car parked next to ours.  A man rushed inside the post office.  When he came out, he looked at us.  The hood of our car was up.  He came over to see if he could help.  He told us the battery was empty, and we needed a new one.  Knowing we had AAA insurance, he said, "Call AAA.  They will come with a new battery.  They will install it for you."

We thanked him.  As he was walking back to his car, he changed his mind.  He offered to drive us to an auto parts store to buy a new battery.  He said it would be cheaper to install it ourselves instead of having AAA did that.  "It is very easy (to install a battery)," he said.  "Besides, you will get $8 back when you bring the old battery to the store where you purchase a new one."

When he learned we had never installed a battery before, he drove us to the store.  Then he drove to his house, and came out with a tool box.  Under the hot sun, he removed the old battery and installed the new one.  When it was done, his face was covered with sweat, and his shirt was wet.

We started the car, and found out the radio and other parts of the car had some problems.  He checked the car again.  He told us the possible cause of the problem.  He said we should bring the car back to the auto shop where the work was done.  He assured us it was safe for us to drive to the auto shop.  Then he left.  He would not accept anything in return.

"May I know your name?" I asked.  He said he was Eric.  

Later at the auto shop, they checked our car again.  They admitted the mechanic must have accidentally break something while fixing a part of the car.  They replaced some fuses and fixed the problem.

Looking back, the angels and guides were really watching over us.  Earlier, the auto shop had assured us that the car was good for the long drive.  However, the Divine let us know it was not.  It could be very stressful if our car broke down on the highway instead of parking lots.  Guides and angels, thank you.

I dedicate this post to all the good Samaritans such as Eric and the young man at the gas station.  As I mention, goodwill and good deeds never go unnoticed by the loving Divine. Though they ask for nothing in return, the good they do will return to them tenfold.  So it is.

With gratitude and love,
Q of D

Kurt Kaiser's "Pass It On"

Greetings!

This morning (Oct. 9, 2013) I wake up hearing the first stanza of the song "Pass It On" over and over again in the air.

It only takes a spark to get a fire going

And soon all those around can warm up in its glowing

That's how it is with God's love

Once you've experienced it

You spread God's love to everyone

You want to pass it on

Here is a link to the music http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCjR4dlY33k

As I mentioned before, I only started going to a non denominational church regularly in the last quarter of 2007 after I moved to another state.  The first time I heard the song was June or July of 2011.  I was so touched by the song that I went online searching for the lyrics.  It was written by Kurt Kaiser.  I learned it was a popular song at church, and people sang it a lot when they sat around a campfire.

The song deeply moved me because it resonated with the truth that 'once we've experienced God's love, we want to pass it on'.  Listening to the song reminded me of the two miraculous healing experiences which happened in 2001 and 2007.

With no health insurance and little money, I woke up during the night finding the right side of my body in excruciating pain.  Compounded to the pain was an unbearable headache that developed a day later.  I could not lie down or sleep because any movement of the right side of my body would cause intolerable pain.  For four days and nights I sat up in bed.  The only thing that carried me through was faith because I heard "May 6" when I prayed for help on the first day of the ordeal.  May 6 turned out to be the last day of the suffering, and I was healed about two and a half hours after midnight.  (Please view my post The Grace of God) .

For days and weeks afterward, I was filled with gratitude and love.  I smiled from the bottom of my heart, and looked at everyone with love.  Yes, I wanted to pass it on.

The second healing experience was The Hot Coffee Incident which occurred in June of 2007.  After the healing, I laid in bed repeating my vow of committing to God's Will which I had made years ago.

The music of Kurt Kaiser's song is beautiful, and so are the words.  He also touches on a Truth that each one of us is a spark of God.  We are sparks of the One Spirit, One Light, One Love.  May we hold a vision of who we truly are, and together may we be the fire that transmits warmth and love wherever we are.

Kurt Kaiser, thanks for "Pass It On".

Love,
Q of D

"Tell her that she is very, very loved"

Greetings!

One day in a small healing energy share gathering, I met an exceptional caring woman. She happened to open up on that day, and shared with us her life story.

She worked in the children unit of a hospital.  She loved the children she cared for as if they were her loved ones.  She comforted them, and made them smile.  For years, she took care of her aged parents.  When her parents were no longer healthy enough to care for themselves, she gave them massages and attended to them the best she could.  She had no children of her own, and she showered her nieces and nephews with love and support.  Her voice was soft and gentle.  I could feel her genuine love for others.

Later we paired up to give and receive healing.  Coincidentally, she and I were to work on each other.  When I worked on her, the energy that came through was very loving and joyous.  Strangely, I kept getting a message to tell her that she is very, very loved.

After all of us finished practicing, we took turn sharing our experiences.  I was hesitant to relate the message.  This woman was very loving.  Of course, she was loved by many, and she should know she was loved.  The message did not make any sense to me.  Why did I have to tell her that she was very, very loved?  When it was my turn, I decided to deliver the message as it was.  I said: "I don't know why, but I get the message that I am supposed to tell you that you are very, very loved."  She showed no response to the message.

Afterward, we left the healing room.  We sat by two small tables to eat lunch.  As we ate, some people continued to chat.  Suddenly, the woman said that she never felt she was loved even though she easily opened her heart to love others.  All of us stopped eating.  A friend said: "Did she (i.e. me) say she received a message to tell you that you are very, very loved?"  I understood then why I was told to relate the message.

I looked at the woman and said: "Thank you for all that you do.  Sometimes we are so focused in giving others our love, we fail to nurture our own well being.  It may be once in a while others in your family can help you with the care of your parents.  Give yourself some time to do things which give you joy or make you happy.  It is important to take care of yourself too."  Tears filled her eyes.  I continued: "You know, what we do and how we love never go unnoticed.  Your family loves you.  Those children you have cared for love you.  Indeed, you are very, very loved."  From the expression on her face, we knew the message from the Loving Divine had finally sunk in.

We are love, and we are loved.  Sometimes we may feel we are not loved, but love is.  Love is our natural state of being.  

Love & blessings,
Q of D