Greetings!
I woke up remembering a strange conversation during a chance meeting.
Since I stepped out of my comfort zone to socialize with people, I had quite a few strange encounters. I was more of a listener or an observer than one who was quick to ask questions. During those unexpected encounters, I felt unsettled as he or she walked away. In most cases, we never met again.
I was at church that day. As usual, I sat near the back. During the service, I walked to the front of the chapel to light a candle for my husband. I said a short prayer and gave thanks to the Ascended Masters. At the end, I said, "May the Grace of God shine through to each one of us. Amen."
Later, a pastor introduced this Sunday's speaker, an American woman in her 40 s. I realized I had seen her walked in with an American man earlier. The speaker was a psychic medium, a spiritual teacher, a writer, a therapist and workshop facilitator. Her life story was quite interesting. As expected, many in the congregation surrounded her after service was over because people liked to talk to psychics and mediums.
I did not leave the church right away as I normally did. At that time, I was somewhat new to the church and the church to me. I only knew a few people at church. Before the service, a friend had asked me to stay behind so that she could talk to me. I saw my friend was busy talking to other people. I waited by the window. Unexpectedly, some people came to me. They said tears filled their eyes when I said the prayer. A woman said she and her husband cried as I talked. It might be the words from my heart had touched their hearts. All I could do was to look at them with love and gratitude.
A while later, I was surprised that the American man who walked in with the speaker was standing next to me. He asked if I was born in XX and raised in XX. I answered yes to both questions. I found his questions strange. I guessed it might be he heard my accent when I said the prayer. He told me his name. He said he was a professor at XX university, a university in the place that I came from. (As I had mentioned, I only finished high school and had never attended college.) He said he had written some book. Then, he said, "You have read one of my books." I thought I must have heard it wrong. He mentioned the title of the book. The title sounded unfamiliar. I said, "No, I have not read that book." Strangely, he seemed to be sure that I had read his book.
He began to talk to me in Cantonese, the Chinese language that I spoke. He spoke Cantonese fluently. He told me his wife was a Chinese from Shanghai who now taught in the same university as he did. He said I might have read about their wedding on the Chinese newspapers. He told me his Chinese name and his wife's name. I got the impression that they were known among the Chinese there. I told him I did not recall reading about their wedding on the Chinese newspapers. He wanted to talk some more, but my friend came. She did not realize the man had been talking to me. She kept talking, and he walked away.
A while later, some friends and I talked near the back of the chapel. I saw the speaker walked in our direction from the front of the church. As she walked, people stopped her every now and then to talk to her. Suddenly, I 'got' that she came for me! She talked to the friends that stood before me for a brief second. She came and gave me a hug. I felt very peaceful as we hugged. It was a long embrace. As we parted, she said, "What a sweet spirit! I could have stayed in your energy forever."
When I was home, I thought about the strange conversation with the professor.
Suddenly, it came to me that I had indeed read that book. I was in the library, and a thin, thin book tucked between books caught my attention. It was a book about death and spirits. At home, I was surprised to learn the author (an American) lived in the place that I came from. In the book, he wrote about his many visits to local fortunetellers and mediums. He wrote at length about a medium, an old Chinese woman that had accurately described some of the events that happened to him in the past. She knew things about the author's brother whom she had never met. (His brother lived in U.S.A.) She told him about future events too. The author wrote the old woman refused to see him when he went there for a second visit. There were always people waiting in a room for a chance to talk to the medium. He eventually got to talk to the medium again because of his persistence.
The professor said he had written some books, yet insisted that I had read that particular book. How did he know? The professor must be either very intuitive or had heard about our chance meeting through the old Chinese woman ahead of time. I also kind of remembered reading about their marriage on the Chinese newspapers. At the time, I did not pay much attention since I did not know them.
I did not know why I recalled this incident at this time. I did not think I would meet the speaker or the professor again since I had moved out of that state. Occasionally, I wondered if it was simply my personality at work that I did not ask questions when it happened. In other words, I should have asked others why they said this or that. Or, it was in divine order that I did not ask for answers because sometimes those chance encounters were but trigger points for me to seek the truth within.
Life is a mystery. I am seeking just as you are (or most of you).
Love,
Q of D
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