More 1111 incidents & the Wondrous Light in the Sky

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In the afternoon of Dec. 17, I decided to go and buy some gifts for our sons.  No matter how the situation was, I wanted my loved ones to have a merry Christmas.  As I was about to leave, the clock announced 11:11.  I thanked the angels for their loving presence.  Everything went on smoothly that afternoon.  When I came back to the restaurant, my husband said the clock did not make any sound during the hours I was gone.  In fact, the clock was quiet the whole day except that one time.  In retrospect, the angels might be cheering for my decision to look beyond the feeling of lack.

In the morning of Dec. 18, I called the life insurance agent because I had not received the check yet.  We had been paying for our life insurance for 14 years.  We could definitely get a loan from the premium we had paid.  It came to me I should ask our younger son to go ahead and check out cars on the computer.

Coincidentally, my son called me soon after.  As we talked, I forgot to ask him to look for cars online.  (I was in the dining room.)  Suddenly, the alarm clock in the kitchen announced 11:11 nonstop.  I had to rush in to stop it.  It was then I remembered about looking for cars online.  I got to tell my son about it before we hung up.  Afterward, I realized the alarm clock was a wonderful tool in the divine communications.  Joyfully, I said to my husband, "We are going to have good lunch business!"  We had excellent business during lunch.  In the afternoon, the clock announced 11:11 before I left to do some shopping for the restaurant.  When I came back, the alarm clock announced 11:11 again.  I knew we would have good business at night.  Indeed, the business was exceptional that day.

While I was happy and grateful, my husband was not.  At night, I asked why he acted upset throughout the day.  He said, "Why now (that we had good business)?"

On another night, a customer who ordered regularly asked me to tell my husband how much her family loved our food.  I knew the customer was truthful.  I related her words without a second thought.  Afterward, I regretted it.  For the rest of the night, I had to bear with my husband's negative words.  He said many people praised our food, yet we did not have much business.  He said people did not mean what they said, and I should never tell him what our customers said again.

When we let unwholesome thoughts occupy our mind (e.g. sadness, bitterness, hatred, anger, and jealousy), we could not have a positive view of life.  When we focused on our misery, we ended up feeling more unhappy.  My husband and I went through the restaurant years together.  For me, gratitude carried me through those hard times.  However, my husband, with his negative thought (attitude), could neither accept nor appreciate other people's kindness.

After we closed up our restaurant on Friday night (Dec.19), we went to pick up our older son.  He was home for the Christmas and New Year holidays, and would go back to work on the first Monday of Jan.  On Sat., our family went to eat dim sum.  My fortune cookie message was "Get off to a new start, come out of your shell".  It was truly a new start because we had received the check from the life insurance company.

The following week we woke up early every morning to look for cars for our sons.  My husband woke up hours before us to go to the restaurant and get everything ready for open up.  Then he came home to pick us up to look for cars.  He still practiced every night, but spent less time on the practice to do what he had to do.  Due to his determination, we managed to open for business on time.  He never forgot his responsibility as a father.  He was the one that had to focus on the wheel during the drive to pick up our sons after a long day's work in the restaurant.  He did love his family.  For this, I was grateful.

By Christmas Eve, our sons had found the cars they wanted.  We had a joyful Christmas.  Our older son picked up his car on Dec. 27, and our younger son picked up his two days later.  Now, our sons could drive to work in January.  The money we borrowed from our life insurance was enough to cover the down payments for two used cars.  I was very relieved and deeply grateful that everything worked out in divine timing.

Around that time, the woman who liked to wear red came in with a friend.  They put a down payment for the restaurant.  They said they needed some time to get the rest of the money ready.  The deal was finalized in 2004.

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In my Dec. 2001 reading, I was surprised to hear that we were not destined to fail, but we chose the wrong location.  After the reading, I realized it was true.  We had looked at many locations.  I saw great potentials in three locations, but my husband did not see what I saw.  He said he knew about restaurant business, and I knew very little.  I told him I saw many red flags in the mall he chose (e.g. over half of the businesses there had closed), but he said it was a good location for a Chinese restaurant.  We ended up going through many difficult situations before we could open for business.  After we opened, we also faced unexpected challenges that caused our business.  In later years, my husband learned from his friends that I was right.  Other Chinese opened restaurants in the three locations that I liked, and they all had good business.

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Life is like a gigantic, beautiful tree.  It has numerous branches.  Each branch has multiple sub-branches.  Each branch (or sub-branch), no matter long or short, is unique in its own way.  The events in our life are like the branches on a tree.  When we make a decision, we move in a certain direction.  It is similar to a sub-branch on the tree.  It may grow upwards, downwards, or sideways.  It may bear more or less fruit (or flowers) than other branches.  As humans, we may see our life experiences as good or bad.  However, the beauty of a tree (or life) is whole and complete.

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When I wrote A Fight Against Poverty in Black and White and The color RED will be important to you, I thought that was all that I was comfortable to share.

When I re-read the alarm clock incidents in my journal, I thought I should share these amazing incidents.  Therefore, I wrote in Spring is only about two months away that I would share them in my next post.

Afterward, I realized I could not simply share the amazing incidents without writing about the circumstances or why my angels used the clock to lift up my spirit.  BUT, I did not want to write about my husband's state of being, the practice he took up, and the fear episodes.  They were intense personal experiences that the human I did not feel I should share.

In contemplation, discernment was the guidance that constantly came through in my readings.  I thought my experiences were personal because I looked at them from the standpoint of my human identity.  However, the things I went through and the role I played were not my true identity.  I am a soul in a human garment going through a physical life.  In the truth of oneness, my experience was not just mine.  For instance, it was my husband's decision to take up the practice.  His decision and his experience were not just his as what he chose to do also became part of my experience and our sons' experience.  Furthermore, it was hard to judge the self and others because we could not see the big picture (e.g. the story of a woman and her nagging mother-in-law in Life is not what it seems .)  As a result, I decided to share my experience as I had promised.

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Now let me talk about the wondrous light my son and I saw in the night sky on Dec. 14, 2003.

In the last quarter of 1999, I often woke up at night and was told to look at the clock. It was always 4:44 am.  In the second half of 2000, I borrowed "The Messengers" by Nick Bunick from the library.  From the book, I learned 444 meant the Power of God's Love.  Later, I subscribed to his newsletter "The Great Tomorrow".  In the newsletter, people asked questions about the wondrous light.  It seemed Mr. Bunick had related some information that he received from the angels.  It was about a band of wondrous light that would surround our planet bringing in new energies around 1999.  However, people did not see the light in 1999 as predicted.

It was hard to get the precise time from the information we received because other factors were at work.  For example, in my Dec. 2001 reading, my guides and angels told me that they would help bringing in buyers for the restaurant.  After the reading, I thought we would be free from the restaurant soon.  In my mind, I secretly hoped for a vacation for the whole family before the summer ended.  I believed you could imagine how disappointed I was on the last day of summer in 2002.  (Ah, another lesson of faith and be happy no matter what the situation was.)  One day in Aug./Sep. of 2003, the divine sent two messengers (customers) to let me know that my husband's resistance to sell the restaurant played a role in the delay.  We finally sold the restaurant two years after the reading.  (Re The color RED will be important to you )

I did not know if the light we saw that night was the wondrous light as predicted.  All I knew was we were energized after seeing the light.  We could not fall asleep, yet we did not feel tired.

Love and blessings,
Q of D      

The Broken Alarm Clock and Past / Present / Future

Greetings!

Since December 2015, I had shared with you some of the events that happened in 2003.  As 2016 was approaching, I thought it might be I should stop writing about what happened in the past.  I thought of focusing on sharing what happened in the now in 2016.  As I pondered what to do, the following came to me one day -

"For years, I wondered how I could ever teach and write.  I realize in fact I have been doing that in recent years.  It is in sharing and writing I teach.  It is in sharing I connect with others, not in lofty words but in the simple words from my heart.  

Past / Present / Future are references only.  What inspires me may inspire others, and it is the same with other's experiences to me.  The lessons I learn matter.  We are all teachers unto one another.  That was why my spirit guide told me in June of 2008 to begin going over my old journals.  I should continue to share the experiences that touched my heart.  I will continue to write from my heart."

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Continue from Fall only into the divine emotion of Love, the Creative Force and In time of darkness, light always shines through 

After our older son rented an apartment, we brought him home on Saturdays so that he could hang out with his brother and friends.  We either drove him back to his place on Sunday night or Monday morning.  Our younger son continued to live near the university since the room was his until Dec. 31.

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One Sunday night, we were on our way home after dropping off our younger son at his place.  It was a calm night.  The road was clear.  My husband suddenly exclaimed he could not see.  As our car swerved onto another lane, my heart sank.  Luckily, there was no traffic on the road.  Before fear took hold of me, I happened to look at the clock in the car.  It was 11:11 pm (angel time).  In that instant, my husband said he could see again!  The rest of our way home was smooth.  Later, he told me what happened earlier.  He said lots of things suddenly piled up before him blocking his view.  As he talked, I could hear the fear in his voice.  When we stepped inside our apartment, our son called to see if we were alright.  He seldom did that.  He might have intuitively felt something that night.

In the years that followed, it never happened again.  My husband did not have a problem with his eyesight.  Looking back, that night could be an exit point if our angels had not protected us.

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In my blog, I had mentioned we had a small alarm clock in the kitchen.  Sometimes our customers called to place orders that they would pick up a few hours later.  I set the alarm to remind ourselves to cook the orders before they came.  We did not have a wall clock in the dining room.  At the time, I did not have a cell phone.  If I wanted to know the time, I looked at the alarm clock or turned on the cash register.

Around the end of Nov., the small clock stopped working.  The time on the clock stayed the same throughout the day.  When I set the alarm, there was no sound.  I put new batteries in, but it still did not work.  I did not throw it away.  I set it at Angel Time 11:11.  It remained 11:11 for days.  Sometimes I changed it to 4:44, the Power of God's Love.  It felt good seeing 1111 or 444 throughout the day.  Others might think it was childish, but it was this quality in me that carried me through time of darkness.

On Dec. 6 or 7*, the couple that showed an interest in buying our restaurant came again.  (*I did not write on a daily basis.)  They went inside the kitchen and took a good look at everything.  They did not make any commitment before they left.

After seeing them off, I walked into the kitchen.  I could not believe my eyes!  On the alarm clock, 1:11 was flashing (or blinking)!  The clock did not blink since it broke.  I picked up the alarm clock.  The bottom felt down and the batteries fell out.  I put the batteries back in, and 1:11 flashed again.  In my journal, I wrote "Angels are telling me they are with me; angels are making things happen."

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In the morning of Dec. 8, Monday, our younger son had a job interview.  We drove him there.  After we dropped him off, my husband started the car, and the music "Night Vision - Pieces of A Dream" started.  I was in awe!  It was a good sign about the interview.  Hours later, we picked up our son.  He told us, in addition to the interview, he had to take a test on the computer at a later time.  

In the car, I had a strange experience.  I believed I did not share it with my son.  For a short while, I 'heard'*** people making good comments about our son.  (***I had a similar experience in 2006.  My older son had an interview that morning.  I was with the Thursday circle.  As the facilitator guided us into a meditation, I 'heard' a man talking about the possible range of salary.  Later, my son confirmed what I heard.)

Over the years, our sons had gone to other job interviews.  However, the above were the only two times I might have tuned into something that were going on.

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After the automatic writing incident on Nov. 22 (re my last post), my husband continued to practice as if nothing had happened.  Obviously, my long talk fell on deaf ears.  Sometimes he seemed to have nightmares, but he did not talk about them.

In the morning of Dec. 13 (Sat.), my husband who was practicing downstairs suddenly called out to me.  He was overwhelmed by the information he received from his master / source.  We had promised our son that we would pick him up, but my husband said there would be danger if we drove to our son's apartment.  He broke down and cried.  I had never seen him in such fear before.  This sudden happening shook my peace.  

When I regained my peace, I told him I had prayed for safe and smooth rides during the night.  I had faith we would be fine.  We did go to pick up our son.  Though it was cold, it was a beautiful sunny day.  The drive was easy and smooth.  In the car, I thanked the Divine.

After dropping off our son at home, we went back to the restaurant. In the afternoon, I walked into the kitchen and saw 3:37 pm on the clock.  I thought the clock worked!  A few minutes later, I walked into the kitchen again.  I was surprised the time had changed to 1:53 pm.  I realized the clock still did not work.  I did not change the time, and 1:53 remained on the alarm clock for the rest of the day.

Strangely, my husband seemed to panic seeing 1:53.  He rushed to communicate with his source through automatic writing.  The info that came through caused him to break down again.  I learned he feared for the safety of our loved ones.  

I sat him down.  I said, "Listen! I tell you many times that you need to talk to your highest self / angel / God that only information from the good source can come through.  You blindly believe it is from your master.  What if it is not?  What you perceive has caused you so much fear!  My angels and spirit guides do not do that to me.  Did you not write down your whole family would die?  Did you know I cried many times because of your so-called information?  Unlike your source, my angels and guides inspired me with words such as 'Live in Love' and 'Do not live in fear'.  Today you are scared to death twice.  What kind of source have you opened up to?  I have read from books that our thought are very powerful.  Right now your source is filling you with so much fear that you may project your fear into reality.  What happens if that is exactly what the evil source wants, i.e. to make you project the terrible things you perceive into reality?  If you love your sons, stop believing in the false information that fed you fear . . ."  

I also talked to him that he should not wake up during the middle of the night to practice.  If he had to practice, it might be he should practice in broad daylight.  He said, "Please help me then.  Stop me if I want to practice during the night."

He slept soundly at night.  It was the first time he slept through the night since he took up the practice in January.  He also did not practice after he woke up in the morning.

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The next day (Dec. 14, Sunday) I changed the time on the clock from 1:53 to 4:44.  444 remained on the clock the whole day.

After we closed up, we drove our older son back to his apartment.  At first, I almost fell asleep in the car because I was tired.  At one point, I felt my whole being vibrated with energy.  I looked out of the window.  I was surprised the night scenery seemed to be very different from other nights.  Normally, it was dark outside since most businesses had closed and people had turned off the lights in their homes.  This night all the buildings and houses were shimmering in white light as if it was daytime.  My son sat at the back of the car.  He had closed his eyes to have some rest.  I asked him to look outside of the car.  He said, "Wow, that's strange!  It looks like it is still daytime."  Soon we found the source of light.  All around the sky, there was a band of shimmering, beautiful white and pink light.  The sky normally looked dark during this time of the night.  The band of light had brightened up the sky!

When we were home, I was still so energized that I could not fall asleep.  Days later, my son told me over the phone that he could not fall asleep on Sunday night too, and did not feel tired at work the following day.

As for my husband, he woke up around 4 am that night.  He said he wanted to practice again.  I asked, "Are you sure?"  He went ahead to go back to his practice.

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On Dec. 16, our younger son called to tell us he got the job!  He would start working in early January.  In the afternoon, I was about to go shopping for the restaurant.  The broken alarm clock suddenly announced 11:11!  The alarm had not worked since end of Nov.!  Immediately,  I thanked the angels for their loving presence and help.  When I came back, the clock announced 11:11 as soon as I stepped inside the kitchen.  My husband said the clock might have announced the time hourly, but we did not hear it for we did not pay attention.  I knew it was not true.  The clock did not make any sound for the rest of the day.

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P. S.

About the 337 and 153 - At the time, I wondered how 337 or 153 could appear on the clock.  I assumed it happened due to the malfunctioning of the clock.  However, these numbers did not appear on the broken alarm clock again.  Years later, I bought the Angel Numbers by Doreen Virtue and Lynnette Brown.  After my spirit guides told me to go through my old journals, I looked up the numbers in the Angel Numbers book.

337 - The ascended masters congratulate you on the path you've chosen.  Please keep in close contact with them, asking them for guidance and help.

153 - The ascended masters are pushing you to make the changes you've been considering.  This powerful and sacred number sequence also signifies a connection to the holy Trinity, Mother, the goddess, Mary Magdalene, and / or forgiveness.

As time goes by, 153 turns out to be a very significant number in my life.  I am guided to see this sacred number on many special occasions.  I did not know the meanings of those numbers at that time.  However, the angels / guides certainly knew I would understand the significance in the future.  (3/27/2021 please view my posts published on Jan. 27, 2019 to Mar. 23, 2019 on 153 and Mary the Magdalene)

About the wondrous light in the sky on Dec.14, 2003
I will talk about it in my next post.
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In time of darkness, light always shines through

Greetings!

2003 was a year of change.  We went through a mix of good and bad dramas (matter of speech only).  At times, it was traumatic and overwhelming.  Fortunately, in time of darkness, light always shone through (we might call it hope, grace, guidance, or a new, positive way of looking at what happened).  We might not see the light when we went through it, but Light Is.

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Please click to view Fall only into the divine emotion of Love, the Creative Force  before you read this post.

After practicing for some time, my husband said the practice was powerful.  He asked me to learn it from him.  I refused to.  Later, he came back to sleep on our bed because he felt the mattress was not comfortable.  Our younger son lived on campus. Our older son went to work in the morning.  Sometimes I went to their room to get some rest after he left for work.

I did not talk to our sons about what went on.  My husband did not take other's words well.  Our younger son was in his last semester of college.  I did not want to distract him from his studies.  Our older son was not a light sleeper like me.  He must have seen his father practicing downstairs before he went to work.  However, he probably did not think much about it.

In mid-spring, our younger son graduated from a university.  The economy in our state had been slow for some years.  That was why our older son who graduated over a year earlier went to work in a store to help the family instead of waiting for a good job.  Our younger son had graduated with the highest distinction from the top university in the state, but he too could not find the job he wanted.  He got a temporary job at the university.  Since he did not have a car, he signed a lease for a room near where he worked.

Meanwhile, our business was even worse than 2002.  Worse yet, the restaurant equipment broke down from time to time (e.g. the walk-in-cooler, heating & cooling system, ice machine, and refrigerators).  Knowing the problems, our sons gave us the money to keep the business going.  I was very grateful for their love, yet I felt sad because they needed the money to buy cars.  (My older son eventually saved some money as down payment for a used car.)

Looking back, though the economy was slow, our business was in part a reflection of our state of being.  Indulged in his practice, my husband's heart was no longer in the business.  Meanwhile, I allowed the situations to overwhelm me, and constantly fell into a worry mode.

Now let me go to the last two months of 2003 during which a series of events happened.

On Nov. 10 (a 111 day, Angel's Day), our older son finally got a decent job.  He was told to go to work on the 17th which happened to be my mother's birthday according to the lunar calendar.  My mother had moved on in 1984, but her loving presence helped me a lot during this period of darkness. (Re Happy Mother's Day )

On Nov. 15, my younger son was home.  We talked.  I was surprised to learn that the day before was his last day at work.  I had assumed his temporary job would last until Dec. 31 since he had signed a lease for a room until that date.  I then realized it was a college town, and he had to sign a lease until a semester was over.  With no job and no car, he felt somewhat depressed.  I tried to say some words of hope.  (His words of wisdom had lifted my spirit over the years.)  At night, I prayed with all my heart and soul that he would find a good job soon.

On Nov. 18, I had a flat tire.  I felt stressed because money was tight.

On Nov. 19, our older son almost had a car accident because a deer came out of nowhere while he was driving to work.  He was shaken up.  That morning my husband went to the restaurant first, and was supposed to pick me up later.  He forgot his keys as he walked out of the restaurant door in a hurry.  He had to wait for a long time until someone who worked in a near-by business could drive him home and pick me up.  To sum it up, it was a hectic morning.

On Nov. 20, our son had a car accident.  A car suddenly sped out of a side street and hit his car.  Luckily, he was not hurt (for this, I was very grateful), but his car was wrecked.  The insurance company said it would take many weeks to process the claim.  In front of my son, I acted calm and assured him that everything was going to be alright.

When I was alone, I cried.  "Dear God, why is this happening?  He is new on the job. He cannot go to work without a car.  We do not have the money to rent a car for weeks.  We do not have the money to buy a car for him.  What do I do now?"  (We did not own credit cards.)  I held the musical Santa Head and said, "Mom, are you still with me?"  Miraculously, as if to comfort me, the music started!  I said, "Mom, I don't know what to think anymore."  (Re Happy Mother's Day about the musical Santa Head)

Later, it suddenly came to me I could borrow money from our life insurance.  This idea had never crossed my mind before!  I decided to borrow enough money so that both of our sons could use the money as down payments for cars.  I also decided our older son must rent an apartment near where he worked.  His office was too far from home. It was too much for him to drive back and forth especially during the winter months.  I called the insurance agent to start the process.  She told me it took about 10 days to 2 weeks.  In actuality, it took about a month.  The delay caused lots of stress.

My husband continued to practice as if what happened did not involve him.  Anyway, I told him what I planned to do.  On Friday, we went to have an oil change for our old car.  We filled up the gas tank getting ready to drive our son to look for an apartment on Sat.  (As I wrote before, we opened at 2 pm on Saturdays.)

In the morning of Nov. 22, Saturday, my husband excitedly came to me with papers in his hand.  He said his master told him it was alright to share the information with me.   I did not know my husband had been into automatic writing.  When I read them, I was shocked.  I tried to stay calm because we had to drive our son to look for an apartment.  The apartment office said there was no unit available right away, and our son had to wait.

When we came back to the restaurant, I had a long talk with my husband.

In my husband's automatic writing, the master *** described the beauty and wonders of other worlds.  He said he was going to bring my husband to visit other worlds.  It mentioned a date.  I forgot what date, but it was a date close to the morning he wrote those words.  The master said if I (his wife) agreed, he would bring me along; in fact, he could bring our whole family with him.  My husband said the master had taught him advance moves, and wanted him to teach others.  He felt excited and honored because the master had chosen him.  I told my husband the words "going to other worlds" hinted death.  I was especially alarmed the writing asked for my permission and included the whole family.  (*** My husband had said the master remotely taught him soon after he took up the practice as instructed by the newspaper.  I had told him what I learned from books (e.g. asked angels for protection and verified any information), but he did not hear a word.  My husband thought it was from the master, but it was not necessary so.  It was dangerous to simply open up and receive messages thinking they must be from a master, god, angel, or a higher source.) 

With patience and love, I said, "My interpretation of your writings is completely different from yours.  We have been married for a long time.  Our sons have grown up, and better days are ahead.  They love you, and still need you.  I am not going to say the practice is good or evil because I really do not know.  However, it is true many people died because of their addiction to this practice.  As parents, we are responsible for the well being of our children.  When we choose to live with love, are we not having more positive effects in this world?  People always fall for something because they get something out it, or there is something that attracts them.  For instance, they may feel they are healthier than before, but how they feel may or may not be the truth.  Anyway, no matter what force, we can always say 'no' for we have the power to do so . . . ."

My husband said I was wrong because the master lived in this world.  He believed his master was powerful like god and knew everything.  I asked him to test the source he had opened himself up to.  As expected, the source of his message failed the test badly.  It kind of shook his blind faith in the master.  (I had not recorded how I challenged him.  I did not write much in those days.)  Despite of the result of the test and my long talk, my husband went back to his practice at night.  Through him, I saw how some people could not stop once they picked up the practice, and understood what blind faith / false belief could lead people into.  

On Sunday, I happened to notice two of the tires were almost bald.  It turned out my husband had filled one of the tires with much more air than the rest.  That particular tire had known to leak air, and he thought it was the right thing to do.  In doing so, the tires were not balanced.  We were fortunate we did not have an accident during our long drive back and forth on Saturday.

On Monday (Nov. 24), we went to an auto store to replace the tires before we drove our sons to work.   After lunch hour, our son called to say that he had talked to some of his coworkers, but none of them lived in a city close to where we lived.  To ease his mind, I said we might come late, but we would pick him up.  When I talked to my husband, he said our son could go to a restaurant after he got off work, and stayed there until we could pick him up.  In other words, our son would have to stay in a restaurant for 4 to 5 hours.  I got angry at his matter-of-fact solution.

In the afternoon, I had to go to the bank.  It was very cold, windy, and cloudy.  I started the car, but I just sat there.  I thought of my son.  I lowered my head and began to pray, "Please let there be earth angels to help my son."  Suddenly, out of the thick, dark clouds, the sun came out and shone at me brightly and lovingly.  I said, "I love you, Sun."  I looked at the clock.  It was 2:22 p.m.  At that moment, I knew my prayer had been heard, and everything was going to be alright.

Around 4 pm, my son was home!  His boss had driven him home because he (the boss) had to go to a facility near where we lived.  (My son worked for a big corporation.  Employees had to go to different facilities from time to time.)  The boss had to visit that facility again the next morning (Nov. 25).  He offered to pick up our son on his way back to where they worked.  (I could not express in words how grateful I was.  To God, angels, guides, and the earth angel, thank you!)

On Nov. 26, we woke up early to drive our son to work.  After we got out of our apartment complex, I talked with our son.  I sat in the front passenger seat while our son sat at the back.  My head turned backwards towards him while we talked.  All of a sudden, I stopped talking and looked ahead.  A car with a 444 license plate had got in front of our car.  My heart was filled with awe because 444 was a very special number to me.  I acknowledged God's grace.

Around noon, my son called.  The apartments office had called him that he could pick up the keys to his apartment.  A coworker had driven him to pick up the keys.  He told me his coworker would drop him off at his apartment after work.  We could go to his apartment to pick him up when we could.

If I recalled correctly (since I did not write it down), his friend (the wonderful young man mentioned in The Hot Coffee Incident )  volunteered to pick our son up.  Both of our sons later hung out in his house.  When our sons came home at night, their father was doing his practice.  (When he was into his practice, he did not seem to know what went on around him.)  I finally told my sons about my concerns.  After observing their father's movements, they were concerned too.  We prayed, and tried to cleanse the apartment.

The next day was Thanksgiving Day (Thursday).  Our older son did not have to go to work until the following Monday (Dec.1).  Best yet, we learned a great news.  After the holidays, our son's coworkers would pick him up and drop him off at his apartment after work until he got a car.  (To the earth angels, thank you!)

There were a few more episodes that involved my husband.  I was very worried that he was going to die.  I knew we all died eventually, but I did not want him to leave this world feeling all negative about his life.  During those days, I must have looked terrible.  All my friends (customers / earth angels) took one look at me and asked, "What's wrong?"  I could not tell them what happened.  A friend took a beautiful angel figurine out of her handbag and insisted for me to have it.  Some hugged me and said they would pray for me.  Their concern and love touched me deeply.  (To my friends, thank you.)

Meanwhile, wherever I went, I saw angelic / mystical numbers 444, 222, and 1111 from time to time.  The love of the angels and guides lifted my spirit.  Sometimes I woke up with the messages "Live in Love; do not live in fear" or "Love has no fear".

Indeed, there is always light even though we may feel darkness all around us.

In my next post, I will share with you the incidents that involved the small broken alarm clock and the events that happened in Dec. of 2003.  ( The broken alarm clock and past/present/future )

Love and blessings,
Q of D