Greetings,
After reading a wonderful pet story, I wanted to write a post about a great gray cat. He was a stray or homeless cat that showed up on the porch of our apartment one summer morning over 14 years ago. He had moved on in 2001. In order to write about him, I took out some of my old journals. It would probably take me some time to read my journals before I could begin writing about this special cat.
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As I go through my old journals, I find an incident which is worth sharing.
I wrote in my earliest posts that I did not know anything about spirit guides and angels before the year 2000. When this incident happened, I had come to notice the presence of my guides and angels through The Incredible 'Night Vision - Pieces of A Dream' Phenomenon. The phenomenon lifted my spirit from time to time, but the struggle to pay the bills remained. At times, I felt overwhelmed of the stressful situation. I wish my guides and angels could give me answers to the problem. I talked to them. However, I did not seem to receive any response.
One night, I saw the ads of some psychics on a metaphysical magazine. I wrote down their names on a piece of paper. I said to my guides and angels, "Since I cannot hear you, it may be you can talk to me through a psychic. Please show me who is the best psychic among them or who should I go to?" I placed my sensitive hand over the paper. At first, my hand seemed to move above two names, but the energy soon guided my hand to rest on my heart. I said, "Hey, I am not a psychic. Please give me an answer, and tell me the psychic I should go to." I placed my hand above the list of names. Time after time, the energy moved my hand to my heart. Finally, I gave up.
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Reading my journal today, I know now my guides and angels were telling me to look within for answers instead of outside of me. All answers lie within. I should have faith that the Divine had heard my prayers. The change must come from within. My view of the situation had to change for the new to take hold. When I focused on the lack, the situation remained. When I looked to the future with hope and faith, the new could begin to manifest.
In Dec. of 2001, I was guided to book a phone reading with a known angel channel that lived in another state. From my own experience, sometimes a consultation with a truly good psychic / medium / channel could be helpful. However, at the time of the above incident, my guides and angels wanted me to look within for answers.
My spirit guides and angels are here to help me and guide me. They know what is best for me. I am very grateful for their loving presence in my life.
Have a good week!
Peace,
Q of D
Monday, August 25, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
Doing a Good Deed, Being Nice, and Unconditional Love
Greetings!
Over 12 million people have watched the video 'People power frees man trapped by Perth Train' by ABC News (Australia) on YouTube.
In a social experiment TV show, a woman played the role of a gambling addict who publicly grabbed coins from a fountain outside of a casino. She then asked people to give her money so that she could go into the casino and gamble again. Many people told her that it was wrong to steal from the fountain, and that she had a serious gambling problem. In another scene, the woman asked people to help her grab more coins from the fountain. A few people actually did as she asked. Some of us went beyond our common sense trying to be nice, and thought being nice was the same as loving unconditionally. However, it was not. A man walked by. The woman asked him for money for gambling. He gave her $50. The TV host came out and asked him why. The man said, "Isn't it always good to do a good deed."
Some people tried to do good because they wanted good to return to them. It was the Law of Cause and Effect, they thought. Since money was a tool, they gave freely to those who asked thinking they were doing good deeds. However, it was not necessary the case. For instance, a young man who was obviously an alcoholic asked for money in the street. A few people gave him money. He went into a bar for more drinks. He drove off intoxicated. His car hit a tree killing himself and a man who was taking a walk. In the Law of Cause and Effect, those who gave him money and the bartender were in part responsible for the accident.
In a story, an abbot intuitively foresaw his young student was about to die in a couple of weeks. Without saying anything, he asked the young monk to go home and visit his mother (for the last time). After a couple of weeks, the student returned safely looking more vibrant than ever. The abbot inquired if something special had happened during his trip. The student said it was a smooth trip, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The abbot asked him to think again. After a long while, the student recalled a minor incident on his way home. He saw some ants on the riverbank struggling to survive because of the rising water. He scooped the ants onto some leaves to save them from drowning.
What is a good deed?
Perhaps we should examine our way of thinking when we did something because we thought it was a good deed. When the young monk scooped the ants onto the leaves, he never thought of karma or receiving good in return. I recalled I read somewhere that 'true heroes never set out to be heroes; they just rose on the occasions and did what they felt they should do'.
During the Perth train incident, I believed people who helped simply allowed themselves be. On that day, people moved a train to free a fellow human being.
Be the light, love, and peace that we are. Imagine what will be if more and more of us seeing each other as one!
Peace,
Q of D
Over 12 million people have watched the video 'People power frees man trapped by Perth Train' by ABC News (Australia) on YouTube.
I first saw it on TV. It was inspiring how people automatically joined in to push the train in order to free the man. The whole scene was peaceful, and not a bit chaotic. After they helped freeing the man, people simply got on the train and moved on with their lives. It was a compelling display of people power and the innate good in man.
I read an interesting story on the Chinese newspaper about Confucius. I forgot the details of the story. Anyway, a man did a good deed or something heroic. The official wanted to give him a big reward. The man said he had simply followed his heart to do what he felt was right. He refused to accept the reward. When Confucius heard about the incident, he said, "He should have accepted the reward. In doing so, the story will spread, and more people will follow his example to do good according to their hearts." (In ancient times, stories spread by word of mouth.) Some time later, a man did something good. He proudly accepted a reward and saw himself as a hero. When Confucius heard about that, he said, "Oh, this is not good. Now people will help others or do good expecting recognition and rewards."
In a social experiment TV show, a woman played the role of a gambling addict who publicly grabbed coins from a fountain outside of a casino. She then asked people to give her money so that she could go into the casino and gamble again. Many people told her that it was wrong to steal from the fountain, and that she had a serious gambling problem. In another scene, the woman asked people to help her grab more coins from the fountain. A few people actually did as she asked. Some of us went beyond our common sense trying to be nice, and thought being nice was the same as loving unconditionally. However, it was not. A man walked by. The woman asked him for money for gambling. He gave her $50. The TV host came out and asked him why. The man said, "Isn't it always good to do a good deed."
Some people tried to do good because they wanted good to return to them. It was the Law of Cause and Effect, they thought. Since money was a tool, they gave freely to those who asked thinking they were doing good deeds. However, it was not necessary the case. For instance, a young man who was obviously an alcoholic asked for money in the street. A few people gave him money. He went into a bar for more drinks. He drove off intoxicated. His car hit a tree killing himself and a man who was taking a walk. In the Law of Cause and Effect, those who gave him money and the bartender were in part responsible for the accident.
In a story, an abbot intuitively foresaw his young student was about to die in a couple of weeks. Without saying anything, he asked the young monk to go home and visit his mother (for the last time). After a couple of weeks, the student returned safely looking more vibrant than ever. The abbot inquired if something special had happened during his trip. The student said it was a smooth trip, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The abbot asked him to think again. After a long while, the student recalled a minor incident on his way home. He saw some ants on the riverbank struggling to survive because of the rising water. He scooped the ants onto some leaves to save them from drowning.
What is a good deed?
Perhaps we should examine our way of thinking when we did something because we thought it was a good deed. When the young monk scooped the ants onto the leaves, he never thought of karma or receiving good in return. I recalled I read somewhere that 'true heroes never set out to be heroes; they just rose on the occasions and did what they felt they should do'.
During the Perth train incident, I believed people who helped simply allowed themselves be. On that day, people moved a train to free a fellow human being.
Be the light, love, and peace that we are. Imagine what will be if more and more of us seeing each other as one!
Peace,
Q of D
Monday, August 11, 2014
I saw no purpose of being there
Greetings!
This is the second healing experience. (Please refer to my last post The Stop at a Railroad Crossing.)
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Near the end of August 2012, we moved back to the state we used to live. One day, I read about a festival celebration hosted by a charity group on the Chinese newspaper. Before I went to the event, I prayed that if I could be of help, please let someone who was in charge talk to me about volunteer work.
Many people came for the celebration. Most of them seemed to come from a certain place. They talked in a language / dialect I did not know. Since I did not speak their language, I let go of the idea to volunteer there.
When I was about to leave, a woman walked by. I greeted her with a smile. We exchanged pleasantries. (Years ago, I had made a vow to acknowledge verbally or mentally all the people that I met as my way of honoring God.) Soon she walked to me again. She asked in English if I had time to volunteer. She said she was the person in charge. To put a long story short, I began volunteering one day a week. I also participated in their monthly community service.
The woman in charge was with me when I volunteered for the first time. During our conversation, I asked why she talked to me about volunteering since many people had come for the celebration. With a puzzling look, she said she thought I had asked to be a volunteer!
The volunteer work was not what I expected. There was nothing to do. I was in the office by myself the whole day. The phone rarely rang. When it did, it was the woman in charge checking on the volunteer on duty. I eventually learned it had been that way for years. Other offices in the big cities such as Chicago and New York were more active in community services. As for this office, the main function was to coordinate with the main office in fundraising to help those in need in the case of a global natural disaster.
After some weeks, I really wondered why I was there. The person in charge did talk to me as I had prayed. Could it be just a coincidence and nothing more? With nothing to do, I saw no purpose of being there.
One day, I was glad to hear that another volunteer would come in the afternoon, and I could go home after she arrived. I had met this volunteer during the monthly community service. She was nice, confident, and treated everyone with respect.
This volunteer came in early one day. For the first time, we chatted. When she heard I did not know much about the computer, she immediately offered to help me. We went to sit by the computer. As I listened to her instructions, I made a simple comment about how well she communicated. She said she wasn't that good, and thought I was just trying to be nice. I said, "I always speak from my heart. I don't say things to flatter other people." I looked at her. Then I said, "In truth, you had been a teacher for many lifetimes. That is why you are good at communication and teaching." As I was talking, she clutched her chest. There was an indescribable expression on her face. She managed to say "It's so strange ... your words touch somewhere deep inside my heart" before she broke down in tears.
She cried for a long time. When she got a hold of herself, she said something in my voice went straight into her heart. She then talked to me about her pain and sorrow. She told me how she came to USA. She loved her parents and had taken good care of them. She helped her siblings the best she could. Her parents and siblings loved her very much too. Her parents got sick and passed away. She was one of the most loving people that I had ever met, yet for years she lived in pain because she thought she could have done more for her parents. It caused her health, and she almost died. While waiting for surgery in the hospital, she made a vow to honor all seniors as if her own parents from then on. She turned her sorrow into strength. After retiring from her career, she volunteered in nursing homes and hospitals. She treated everybody with love and respect. She had been very busy in her volunteer work, but it was obvious she had not released her deep hidden pain until that afternoon.
Right when we finished talking, someone knocked at the door. We hugged, and I left. When I got inside my car, it came to me it was time to leave for I had served the purpose of being there. Few days later, I told the person in charge I would serve until the end of that month.
In her willingness to teach me about the computer, that afternoon was the only time we got to talk to one another before I left. I could not volunteer the following week because I had an appointment. A week later, she was busy with her other volunteer work. Weeks later, she sent me a beautiful happy new year card.
I have learned from my experiences that much more are at work in where we go and whom we meet. Sometimes we may not see the purpose of why we are there, but eventually we will.
Many blessings,
Q of D
This is the second healing experience. (Please refer to my last post The Stop at a Railroad Crossing.)
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Near the end of August 2012, we moved back to the state we used to live. One day, I read about a festival celebration hosted by a charity group on the Chinese newspaper. Before I went to the event, I prayed that if I could be of help, please let someone who was in charge talk to me about volunteer work.
Many people came for the celebration. Most of them seemed to come from a certain place. They talked in a language / dialect I did not know. Since I did not speak their language, I let go of the idea to volunteer there.
When I was about to leave, a woman walked by. I greeted her with a smile. We exchanged pleasantries. (Years ago, I had made a vow to acknowledge verbally or mentally all the people that I met as my way of honoring God.) Soon she walked to me again. She asked in English if I had time to volunteer. She said she was the person in charge. To put a long story short, I began volunteering one day a week. I also participated in their monthly community service.
The woman in charge was with me when I volunteered for the first time. During our conversation, I asked why she talked to me about volunteering since many people had come for the celebration. With a puzzling look, she said she thought I had asked to be a volunteer!
The volunteer work was not what I expected. There was nothing to do. I was in the office by myself the whole day. The phone rarely rang. When it did, it was the woman in charge checking on the volunteer on duty. I eventually learned it had been that way for years. Other offices in the big cities such as Chicago and New York were more active in community services. As for this office, the main function was to coordinate with the main office in fundraising to help those in need in the case of a global natural disaster.
After some weeks, I really wondered why I was there. The person in charge did talk to me as I had prayed. Could it be just a coincidence and nothing more? With nothing to do, I saw no purpose of being there.
One day, I was glad to hear that another volunteer would come in the afternoon, and I could go home after she arrived. I had met this volunteer during the monthly community service. She was nice, confident, and treated everyone with respect.
This volunteer came in early one day. For the first time, we chatted. When she heard I did not know much about the computer, she immediately offered to help me. We went to sit by the computer. As I listened to her instructions, I made a simple comment about how well she communicated. She said she wasn't that good, and thought I was just trying to be nice. I said, "I always speak from my heart. I don't say things to flatter other people." I looked at her. Then I said, "In truth, you had been a teacher for many lifetimes. That is why you are good at communication and teaching." As I was talking, she clutched her chest. There was an indescribable expression on her face. She managed to say "It's so strange ... your words touch somewhere deep inside my heart" before she broke down in tears.
She cried for a long time. When she got a hold of herself, she said something in my voice went straight into her heart. She then talked to me about her pain and sorrow. She told me how she came to USA. She loved her parents and had taken good care of them. She helped her siblings the best she could. Her parents and siblings loved her very much too. Her parents got sick and passed away. She was one of the most loving people that I had ever met, yet for years she lived in pain because she thought she could have done more for her parents. It caused her health, and she almost died. While waiting for surgery in the hospital, she made a vow to honor all seniors as if her own parents from then on. She turned her sorrow into strength. After retiring from her career, she volunteered in nursing homes and hospitals. She treated everybody with love and respect. She had been very busy in her volunteer work, but it was obvious she had not released her deep hidden pain until that afternoon.
Right when we finished talking, someone knocked at the door. We hugged, and I left. When I got inside my car, it came to me it was time to leave for I had served the purpose of being there. Few days later, I told the person in charge I would serve until the end of that month.
In her willingness to teach me about the computer, that afternoon was the only time we got to talk to one another before I left. I could not volunteer the following week because I had an appointment. A week later, she was busy with her other volunteer work. Weeks later, she sent me a beautiful happy new year card.
I have learned from my experiences that much more are at work in where we go and whom we meet. Sometimes we may not see the purpose of why we are there, but eventually we will.
Many blessings,
Q of D
The Stop at a Railroad Crossing
Greetings!
For a long time, I thought my limited knowledge of English was my shortcoming, and being a Chinese woman in a western culture was a disadvantage. One day, the words from a channel changed my view. I learned it was by design I came in as a Chinese woman who did not have the mastery of English. Some people wanted to know more about me because I came from a different culture. Meanwhile, others reached out to me because they wanted to help me. It was through these interactions healing took place. (Click to view my post Our self-perceived shortcomings and disadvantages.)
On many occasions, healing indeed occurred when people were helping me. Most of the times I had no idea I was an instrument until things continued to unfold, and the human me was surprised as well as humbled to be part of the healing plan.
Since I published that post, two such healing experiences came to my mind. Here is one of them. Some details are withheld or changed to protect the privacy of the person involved.
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There I was in a young man's car. I did not really know anything about him. He was at the circle. He came last week too. I believed I had seen him once at the circle before. I had not expected for him to drive me home.
What happened was I did not have the use of a car at that time. My husband needed the car. I told my friends I would see them again in some weeks. (We met every Thursday.) The owner of the holistic center immediately said she would pick me up and drive me home. I was grateful, but I thought it was too much trouble for her. So I declined. However, she said, "What is a circle without you! I will pick you up next week." To my dear friend, I can't thank you enough for your love and support.
On Thursday, my friend picked me up. When we arrived, I saw a young man talking to the teacher of the circle. The owner greeted him and joined in the talk. They seemed to know him very well. I talked with others at the circle. When the circle was over, the owner and the teacher talked to the young man again. There was a serious look on their face. Later, the owner drove me home.
The following Thursday, we had more people than usual. A spiritual teacher from another state was with us. When the circle was over, people continued to chat. The teacher and the owner talked to the young man for a long while. They seemed to be very concerned about him. At one point, the owner looked back at me. A while later, she came to me. She wanted to stay at the center to talk to the others, and asked if it was alright to me that the young man drove me home instead of her.
I thanked the young man for taking the time to drive me home. He said it was no problem. He was going in that direction anyway because he had an appointment in a nearby city. While he was driving, we carried on a conversation about our families.
Soon he drove near a railroad crossing. At that very moment, the red light flashed and the gate came down. His car was the first car in front of the tracks. In my heart, I thought "Oh, no! I would have been home in just a few minutes! I certainly hope he will not be late for his appointment." We were relieved to see that it was a short train.
However, the train stopped right on the track in front of us! Thinking that the road would be cleared once the train started moving, we waited. He began to tell me his story and what was troubling him. I listened with compassion. When he finished talking, we realized 20 minutes had gone by. The train remained on the track. He made a U-turn to go on another route to drive me home. On the way, I tried to say something that might help him. From the expression on his face, I knew no words could lift the heaviness off his heart. He was at a point of life where life did not mean much to him anymore.
At home, I realized it was not a coincidence the owner asked him to drive me home. It was in divine order that the train blocked the road. Without the unexpected stop, I would not get to hear his story. I understood why the teacher and the owner (both were very intuitive) were deeply concerned about his well being. How might I help him, I wondered.
In the afternoon, I sat down to pray. I suddenly remembered a prayer which helped me a lot during the challenging years. One day years ago, I found a small printed sheet of paper tucked inside a book. It was a prayer to lift our sufferings. I had since said that prayer many times. It brought me peace when I was sad or worried. I took the sheet of paper out of my handbag. I felt it was time to pass it on. Holding the paper in my hands as an offering to the Loving Divine, I prayed for the well being of the young man. I prayed the prayer would help him as it had helped me.
Then I opened my eyes. Tears filled my eyes when I saw the time on the clock. It was 4:44 PM! 444, the Power of God's Love, was a very significant number in my life. I knew no matter what happened it was going to be alright. I remembered there was some sort of event at the center that night. I prayed the young man would be there. I put the prayer in an envelope. He was there, and I gave him the prayer. I did not see him at the circle again.
Some months later, I went to a big Body, Mind, and Spirit Festival in another county. A volunteer at the festival greeted me with a broad smile. I recognized he was the young man. He looked like a different person. He looked happy and healthy.
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There was a time I was overwhelmed with fear and worries. A customer (a spiritual friend) walked in. Seeing the state I was in, she took a beautiful angel figure out of her handbag. She said the angel had been blessed, and she wanted me to have it. My heart was constantly filled with gratitude for the love and kindness that others had bestowed upon me. I had since given away the angel figure with love just as my friend had given me.
I did not have the use of a car for about 3 or 4 weeks. Another wonderful healing experience also happened during that time. On the surface, sometimes it might seem we did not have much connection to those we chanced to meet, but our connection could be lifetimes deep.
Love as Love Is, and give generously. In the truth of oneness, who is the giver or the receiver?
We are the giver and the receiver.
Love,
Q of D
For a long time, I thought my limited knowledge of English was my shortcoming, and being a Chinese woman in a western culture was a disadvantage. One day, the words from a channel changed my view. I learned it was by design I came in as a Chinese woman who did not have the mastery of English. Some people wanted to know more about me because I came from a different culture. Meanwhile, others reached out to me because they wanted to help me. It was through these interactions healing took place. (Click to view my post Our self-perceived shortcomings and disadvantages.)
On many occasions, healing indeed occurred when people were helping me. Most of the times I had no idea I was an instrument until things continued to unfold, and the human me was surprised as well as humbled to be part of the healing plan.
Since I published that post, two such healing experiences came to my mind. Here is one of them. Some details are withheld or changed to protect the privacy of the person involved.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
There I was in a young man's car. I did not really know anything about him. He was at the circle. He came last week too. I believed I had seen him once at the circle before. I had not expected for him to drive me home.
What happened was I did not have the use of a car at that time. My husband needed the car. I told my friends I would see them again in some weeks. (We met every Thursday.) The owner of the holistic center immediately said she would pick me up and drive me home. I was grateful, but I thought it was too much trouble for her. So I declined. However, she said, "What is a circle without you! I will pick you up next week." To my dear friend, I can't thank you enough for your love and support.
On Thursday, my friend picked me up. When we arrived, I saw a young man talking to the teacher of the circle. The owner greeted him and joined in the talk. They seemed to know him very well. I talked with others at the circle. When the circle was over, the owner and the teacher talked to the young man again. There was a serious look on their face. Later, the owner drove me home.
The following Thursday, we had more people than usual. A spiritual teacher from another state was with us. When the circle was over, people continued to chat. The teacher and the owner talked to the young man for a long while. They seemed to be very concerned about him. At one point, the owner looked back at me. A while later, she came to me. She wanted to stay at the center to talk to the others, and asked if it was alright to me that the young man drove me home instead of her.
I thanked the young man for taking the time to drive me home. He said it was no problem. He was going in that direction anyway because he had an appointment in a nearby city. While he was driving, we carried on a conversation about our families.
Soon he drove near a railroad crossing. At that very moment, the red light flashed and the gate came down. His car was the first car in front of the tracks. In my heart, I thought "Oh, no! I would have been home in just a few minutes! I certainly hope he will not be late for his appointment." We were relieved to see that it was a short train.
However, the train stopped right on the track in front of us! Thinking that the road would be cleared once the train started moving, we waited. He began to tell me his story and what was troubling him. I listened with compassion. When he finished talking, we realized 20 minutes had gone by. The train remained on the track. He made a U-turn to go on another route to drive me home. On the way, I tried to say something that might help him. From the expression on his face, I knew no words could lift the heaviness off his heart. He was at a point of life where life did not mean much to him anymore.
At home, I realized it was not a coincidence the owner asked him to drive me home. It was in divine order that the train blocked the road. Without the unexpected stop, I would not get to hear his story. I understood why the teacher and the owner (both were very intuitive) were deeply concerned about his well being. How might I help him, I wondered.
In the afternoon, I sat down to pray. I suddenly remembered a prayer which helped me a lot during the challenging years. One day years ago, I found a small printed sheet of paper tucked inside a book. It was a prayer to lift our sufferings. I had since said that prayer many times. It brought me peace when I was sad or worried. I took the sheet of paper out of my handbag. I felt it was time to pass it on. Holding the paper in my hands as an offering to the Loving Divine, I prayed for the well being of the young man. I prayed the prayer would help him as it had helped me.
Then I opened my eyes. Tears filled my eyes when I saw the time on the clock. It was 4:44 PM! 444, the Power of God's Love, was a very significant number in my life. I knew no matter what happened it was going to be alright. I remembered there was some sort of event at the center that night. I prayed the young man would be there. I put the prayer in an envelope. He was there, and I gave him the prayer. I did not see him at the circle again.
Some months later, I went to a big Body, Mind, and Spirit Festival in another county. A volunteer at the festival greeted me with a broad smile. I recognized he was the young man. He looked like a different person. He looked happy and healthy.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
There was a time I was overwhelmed with fear and worries. A customer (a spiritual friend) walked in. Seeing the state I was in, she took a beautiful angel figure out of her handbag. She said the angel had been blessed, and she wanted me to have it. My heart was constantly filled with gratitude for the love and kindness that others had bestowed upon me. I had since given away the angel figure with love just as my friend had given me.
I did not have the use of a car for about 3 or 4 weeks. Another wonderful healing experience also happened during that time. On the surface, sometimes it might seem we did not have much connection to those we chanced to meet, but our connection could be lifetimes deep.
Love as Love Is, and give generously. In the truth of oneness, who is the giver or the receiver?
We are the giver and the receiver.
Love,
Q of D
Thursday, August 7, 2014
A Global Meditation for PEACE
Greetings!
Some days ago, I watched the news about the war in Gaza. On the TV screen, a man, with his arms extended upwards, cried out, "We just want to live in peace!" Oh, dear brother, we hear you loud and clear. However, most of us can only watch with love and compassion.
We just want to live in peace! It seems like such a basic condition to live, yet so hard to maintain especially in many war-torn countries. We just want to live in peace! Is it not what most of us want?
Tomorrow, August 8, there will be a global meditation for peace. Please join in by going to http://www.chopra.com/ now and register. Please spread the news about the global meditation for peace. Let us join as one for peace and love.
Peace,
Q of D
P.S. Oprah & Deepak will begin a new 21-Day meditation experience, Expanding Your Happiness, on Monday, August 11. It is free. If you want to sign up, please go to their website.
Some days ago, I watched the news about the war in Gaza. On the TV screen, a man, with his arms extended upwards, cried out, "We just want to live in peace!" Oh, dear brother, we hear you loud and clear. However, most of us can only watch with love and compassion.
We just want to live in peace! It seems like such a basic condition to live, yet so hard to maintain especially in many war-torn countries. We just want to live in peace! Is it not what most of us want?
Tomorrow, August 8, there will be a global meditation for peace. Please join in by going to http://www.chopra.com/ now and register. Please spread the news about the global meditation for peace. Let us join as one for peace and love.
Peace,
Q of D
P.S. Oprah & Deepak will begin a new 21-Day meditation experience, Expanding Your Happiness, on Monday, August 11. It is free. If you want to sign up, please go to their website.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Why did he thank me?
Greetings!
When I was small, I could easily form an image in my mind when I thought of something. For example, if I thought of a snake, I saw a vivid image of a snake in my mind. Children did that naturally because they were curious and liked to use their imagination. I did not know this was visualization in English until I began to read metaphysical books in the year 2000. It was then I came to a shocking realization that I could no longer visualize. I believed I lost that innate ability while growing up because the everyday life had become my full focus. I did some visualization exercises according to the books, but the exercises did not help. In later years, some friends tried to heal me. Still, all I saw was darkness when I closed my eyes.
My friends told me some people could not visualize just like me. During guided meditations, they suggested for me to follow the guidance using my imagination. I tried to follow their advice. Oftentimes, I just could not imagine while listening to the guidance. On the few occasions that I felt I was successful in imagining, I ended up doubting my meditation experience. That was why I rarely shared what came to my mind. My friends were kind and accepting. They did not insist I must talk.
One day, a wonderful friend who was very open to the Divine volunteered to channel during the circle. A spirit came through. She told us her name, the state, and city she had lived. She said she used to live with her six years old grandson on a hill. One day, the little boy disappeared. (She talked about the year it happened, but I could not remember.) She called the police. The police did not spend much time searching for the boy. She said the police did not care because they were poor.
She had moved on decades ago. From where she was, she knew what happened to her grandson. The little boy had fallen off a cliff and died. However, he did not understand he had died. He (or the ghost) was very scared, and continued to wander in the woods below the cliff. The grandmother cried. She came through looking for help for her grandson.
We were all deeply touched. We wanted very much to help the boy. Coincidentally, those who were in the circle that day were clairvoyance or mediums (except me). All my friends could tap into what the spirit (i.e. the grandmother) was showing the channel. They talked about the image of the boy with lots of compassion. They tried to get the boy's attention. However, after quite a while, nothing seemed to work.
Sitting there, my heart went out to the boy. How scared he must have been after he fell off the cliff! However, I did not see anything or hear anything. What could I do to help? God, how might I help? Suddenly, it came to me I had always been very good with children. I closed my eyes and centered in peace. I learned from the words among my friends that there was a rock. I imagined myself sitting on the rock. I called out to the boy. I imagined the boy came to sit on my lap. I comforted him. I told him everything was going to be all right. Then I said, "Do you see your grandma? Go to her now." (I was totally into imagining what went on. I did not voice what I said to the boy. Therefore, my friends did not know I 'imagined' talking to the boy.)
Right then, the channel's body shook, and she came out of her altered state. The teacher of the circle asked her what had happened. She said all of a sudden she saw an explosion of white light and everything disappeared. We prayed that the little boy was now in the light. We moved on to talk about other things. Nobody in the circle saw what happened to the boy. I did not think much about my imagination, and of course, I did not talk about it.
When the circle was over, I chatted with the teacher of the circle. A young man was in the circle that day. I did not know him, but I heard he was very intuitive. While the rest of us were talking, he was putting away the chairs. At one point, I happened to look over to him who was a distance away. Strangely, he nodded at me and said, "Thank you." I thought "Why did he thank me? Was it his way of greeting me?" I continued talking to the teacher whose back was facing the young man and did not see what happened.
A couple of weeks later, I saw the young man again. When the circle was over, I asked why he thanked me on that day. He tilted his head as if he tried to recall. Then he said, "Oh, yes! I remember now. I was putting away the chairs. Suddenly, my spirit guide asked me to thank you. He said there had been healing on many levels. I thanked you as I was told to, but I did not understand why. Do you know why?" I was surprised to hear that. I said, "May be." Our conversation stopped at this point for another friend wanted to talk to him.
Personally, I believed much more were at work that day. Our guides and angels must have worked hard to make this happen. The one who volunteered to channel was an exceptional loving soul. It was no accident the spirit of the grandmother came through her to talk to the circle. All of us were of one heart and one will - we wanted to help the boy. Our love and compassion lifted the fear off the boy long enough for him to see his grandma and move into the light. We were interconnected. The healing of one affected the whole, and there was healing on many levels.
Years ago, I had read some books by Robert Monroe, the founder of the Monroe Institute. He and many at the Institute had done a great job in rescuing the lost souls (i.e. those who did not know they had died). In particular, I remembered the story of a man who worked on a ship. He died in a shipwreck. For hundreds of years (?), he clang onto part of the ship waiting to be rescued. It was through the effort of those on earth as well as his loved one on the other side, he finally let go of the illusion and moved into the light. (My post The Dream of Three Japanese Soldiers was on the same subject.)
It is raining outside, and the sky is dark. Well, rain is good for the trees and grass. I know soon the sun will come out, and it is another bright day.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
When I was small, I could easily form an image in my mind when I thought of something. For example, if I thought of a snake, I saw a vivid image of a snake in my mind. Children did that naturally because they were curious and liked to use their imagination. I did not know this was visualization in English until I began to read metaphysical books in the year 2000. It was then I came to a shocking realization that I could no longer visualize. I believed I lost that innate ability while growing up because the everyday life had become my full focus. I did some visualization exercises according to the books, but the exercises did not help. In later years, some friends tried to heal me. Still, all I saw was darkness when I closed my eyes.
My friends told me some people could not visualize just like me. During guided meditations, they suggested for me to follow the guidance using my imagination. I tried to follow their advice. Oftentimes, I just could not imagine while listening to the guidance. On the few occasions that I felt I was successful in imagining, I ended up doubting my meditation experience. That was why I rarely shared what came to my mind. My friends were kind and accepting. They did not insist I must talk.
One day, a wonderful friend who was very open to the Divine volunteered to channel during the circle. A spirit came through. She told us her name, the state, and city she had lived. She said she used to live with her six years old grandson on a hill. One day, the little boy disappeared. (She talked about the year it happened, but I could not remember.) She called the police. The police did not spend much time searching for the boy. She said the police did not care because they were poor.
She had moved on decades ago. From where she was, she knew what happened to her grandson. The little boy had fallen off a cliff and died. However, he did not understand he had died. He (or the ghost) was very scared, and continued to wander in the woods below the cliff. The grandmother cried. She came through looking for help for her grandson.
We were all deeply touched. We wanted very much to help the boy. Coincidentally, those who were in the circle that day were clairvoyance or mediums (except me). All my friends could tap into what the spirit (i.e. the grandmother) was showing the channel. They talked about the image of the boy with lots of compassion. They tried to get the boy's attention. However, after quite a while, nothing seemed to work.
Sitting there, my heart went out to the boy. How scared he must have been after he fell off the cliff! However, I did not see anything or hear anything. What could I do to help? God, how might I help? Suddenly, it came to me I had always been very good with children. I closed my eyes and centered in peace. I learned from the words among my friends that there was a rock. I imagined myself sitting on the rock. I called out to the boy. I imagined the boy came to sit on my lap. I comforted him. I told him everything was going to be all right. Then I said, "Do you see your grandma? Go to her now." (I was totally into imagining what went on. I did not voice what I said to the boy. Therefore, my friends did not know I 'imagined' talking to the boy.)
Right then, the channel's body shook, and she came out of her altered state. The teacher of the circle asked her what had happened. She said all of a sudden she saw an explosion of white light and everything disappeared. We prayed that the little boy was now in the light. We moved on to talk about other things. Nobody in the circle saw what happened to the boy. I did not think much about my imagination, and of course, I did not talk about it.
When the circle was over, I chatted with the teacher of the circle. A young man was in the circle that day. I did not know him, but I heard he was very intuitive. While the rest of us were talking, he was putting away the chairs. At one point, I happened to look over to him who was a distance away. Strangely, he nodded at me and said, "Thank you." I thought "Why did he thank me? Was it his way of greeting me?" I continued talking to the teacher whose back was facing the young man and did not see what happened.
A couple of weeks later, I saw the young man again. When the circle was over, I asked why he thanked me on that day. He tilted his head as if he tried to recall. Then he said, "Oh, yes! I remember now. I was putting away the chairs. Suddenly, my spirit guide asked me to thank you. He said there had been healing on many levels. I thanked you as I was told to, but I did not understand why. Do you know why?" I was surprised to hear that. I said, "May be." Our conversation stopped at this point for another friend wanted to talk to him.
Personally, I believed much more were at work that day. Our guides and angels must have worked hard to make this happen. The one who volunteered to channel was an exceptional loving soul. It was no accident the spirit of the grandmother came through her to talk to the circle. All of us were of one heart and one will - we wanted to help the boy. Our love and compassion lifted the fear off the boy long enough for him to see his grandma and move into the light. We were interconnected. The healing of one affected the whole, and there was healing on many levels.
Years ago, I had read some books by Robert Monroe, the founder of the Monroe Institute. He and many at the Institute had done a great job in rescuing the lost souls (i.e. those who did not know they had died). In particular, I remembered the story of a man who worked on a ship. He died in a shipwreck. For hundreds of years (?), he clang onto part of the ship waiting to be rescued. It was through the effort of those on earth as well as his loved one on the other side, he finally let go of the illusion and moved into the light. (My post The Dream of Three Japanese Soldiers was on the same subject.)
It is raining outside, and the sky is dark. Well, rain is good for the trees and grass. I know soon the sun will come out, and it is another bright day.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
Friday, August 1, 2014
The Twists and Turns in Life
Greetings!
I had a past-life kind of dream the other morning. It was like watching a movie in my sleep. I played a role in the story, but I was also an observer of what went on in the dream while the physical I was asleep.
The dream began with the setting of a wealthy family. Inside a room, a rich man and his family were having dinner with his mother. Some people including me (a young woman) stood outside of the room. I was the rich man's assistant. The dinner seemed to be important, and nobody should interrupt or enter the room except to refill the tea. The boss had told me to enter the room at the right time, which meant I should go in when he called, or when I felt, it was time to fill the cups with hot tea. It seemed to be a very delicate matter. There was more to this part of the story, but I wanted to get to the main point of the dream.
Next, the boss and the assistant were in an office setting. They talked about business endeavors. In the dream, the observing me got that they were simply an employer and an employee, and there was no personal feeling between them. I also got the sense that the assistant did her job well because she always handled every task with care and efficiency. Interestingly, the observing me thought a known old actor (of the present time) would be ideal to play the boss character if it was a movie.
Here came the twist. I saw another scene. The boss and the assistant worked into the late hours. The assistant did not have her car that day. She thought the boss might drop her off on his way home if she asked. She had driven others home when they needed a ride. However, when she asked the boss, he immediately scolded her with disdain, "Who do you think you are?" The young woman was surprised and hurt at the response.
Though she was an employee, she had never regarded herself inferior to anybody. She followed his instructions, but she was only doing her job. Before this incident, social status had not played a part in how she treated other people. She treated everybody with respect. After the incident, she mentally kept a distance from the boss as well as those who were rich or in high positions.
The boss came from a traditionally wealthy family. His immediate arrogant response was nothing out of his everyday behavior. He had a strong sense of superiority because people around him had treated him that way ever since he was born. He had treated others with slight even though he might not have talked like that to the assistant before. At first, he did not think much of what he said that night, but he soon felt the invisible barrier she set between them. She still did her job well. However, he could sense she no longer looked at him with respect as she used to. Somehow, the change in the assistant troubled him. Eventurally, it caused him to examine his life and his attitude towards other people.
In the dream, I got the feeling that this man spent the rest of his life trying to change and make up for the mistakes he had made to the other people; meanwhile, the young woman who formed a negative view of some people because of this twist and turn in her life would go through many lessons too.
The dream ended.
As I came out of the dream, I thought 'what a twist, and life has many twists'. I realized the twists and turns in life were happenings that set forth the opportunities for us to learn many lessons and eventually find who we truly were (or are).
Have a joyful August!
Many blessings,
Q of D
I had a past-life kind of dream the other morning. It was like watching a movie in my sleep. I played a role in the story, but I was also an observer of what went on in the dream while the physical I was asleep.
The dream began with the setting of a wealthy family. Inside a room, a rich man and his family were having dinner with his mother. Some people including me (a young woman) stood outside of the room. I was the rich man's assistant. The dinner seemed to be important, and nobody should interrupt or enter the room except to refill the tea. The boss had told me to enter the room at the right time, which meant I should go in when he called, or when I felt, it was time to fill the cups with hot tea. It seemed to be a very delicate matter. There was more to this part of the story, but I wanted to get to the main point of the dream.
Next, the boss and the assistant were in an office setting. They talked about business endeavors. In the dream, the observing me got that they were simply an employer and an employee, and there was no personal feeling between them. I also got the sense that the assistant did her job well because she always handled every task with care and efficiency. Interestingly, the observing me thought a known old actor (of the present time) would be ideal to play the boss character if it was a movie.
Here came the twist. I saw another scene. The boss and the assistant worked into the late hours. The assistant did not have her car that day. She thought the boss might drop her off on his way home if she asked. She had driven others home when they needed a ride. However, when she asked the boss, he immediately scolded her with disdain, "Who do you think you are?" The young woman was surprised and hurt at the response.
Though she was an employee, she had never regarded herself inferior to anybody. She followed his instructions, but she was only doing her job. Before this incident, social status had not played a part in how she treated other people. She treated everybody with respect. After the incident, she mentally kept a distance from the boss as well as those who were rich or in high positions.
The boss came from a traditionally wealthy family. His immediate arrogant response was nothing out of his everyday behavior. He had a strong sense of superiority because people around him had treated him that way ever since he was born. He had treated others with slight even though he might not have talked like that to the assistant before. At first, he did not think much of what he said that night, but he soon felt the invisible barrier she set between them. She still did her job well. However, he could sense she no longer looked at him with respect as she used to. Somehow, the change in the assistant troubled him. Eventurally, it caused him to examine his life and his attitude towards other people.
In the dream, I got the feeling that this man spent the rest of his life trying to change and make up for the mistakes he had made to the other people; meanwhile, the young woman who formed a negative view of some people because of this twist and turn in her life would go through many lessons too.
The dream ended.
As I came out of the dream, I thought 'what a twist, and life has many twists'. I realized the twists and turns in life were happenings that set forth the opportunities for us to learn many lessons and eventually find who we truly were (or are).
Have a joyful August!
Many blessings,
Q of D
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