Greetings!
I want to thank all the wonderful people at Google for having these high contrast options accessible to people like me.
After enabling the high contrast options, writing and reading the text is much easier than before. There are six different options such as normal, increased contrast and yellow on black. I often use increased contrast and yellow on black. If you find the text on your computer screen not easy to read, please try the high contrast options by clicking asscessibility in the settings. A high contrast symbol will appear on the top right. Anytime you want to get out of the high contrast mode, just click the normal option. The screen will return to normal. By the way, you can read my posts with the high contrast options too.
I changed the featured post every now and then. Yesterday I found out there was something wrong with the layout. I supposed the current featured post would remain until the problem was fixed.
If you have read my last post A Mysterious Encounter , please know that the mystery continues. I will share with you about it in my next post.
Love,
Q of D
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Saturday, November 26, 2016
A Mysterious Encounter
Greetings!
I had quite a few mysterious encounters. Below was one of them. It happened when I was about 13 or 14 years old.
One day, my older sister and her friend went shopping. They asked me to go with them. After walking for some time, we noticed a man with an unkempt appearance seemed to be following us. When we slowed down, he did not walk past us. In order to find out if he was really following us, we decided to make a turn on the next side street. After we made the turn, the man continued to follow us. Worse yet, there were less people walking on the side street than the main road. Though we were not hungry, we decided to go into a restaurant.
We were young. We were cautious, but were not that scared. After we sat down, we laughed at our experience.
The captain rushed to greet us. He said, "It is nice to see you again. Oh, you choose the same table." He ordered some waiters to line up in front of our table. It was then we noticed this was a nice two-story restaurant. The captain gave us the menu and hurriedly walked upstairs. He came down with the captain that managed the upper floor. They bowed before us as if we were important customers. Then the upper floor captain went back to do his job. We were all surprised at what happened right in front of us.
There were other customers in the restaurant. They seemed to look at us wondering who we were since the waiters lined up by our table. The captains (or managers) wore business suits and the waiters wore formal uniforms. Later, the captain came to take our orders. After I ordered, he said, "Oh, you ordered the same food the last time you came!" The three of us had never been to this restaurant. We looked at each other with bewilderment.
After we paid the bill, we stood up to leave. The captain rushed to open the door with his head lowered as to show respect. I was the last one to walk out of the door. As the captain let go of his hand that held the door, he raised his head. He looked at me and said, "Please come ... Oh, I've mistaken that you were Miss XXX!" I saw his mouth and eyes opened wide as the door closed. My eyes opened wide too because he had just said the sound of my name (i.e. my first name) !
My sister and her friend thought that it was just a coincidence. They did not think much of it. However, I found this experience very unsettling. My name was not common. How likely was it that there was someone that looked like me and had a name similar to mine!
When my sister and I were home, I told my parents about the encounter. I asked if I had a twin sister. They said I did not have a twin sister. From their expression, I knew my parents told me the truth.
We never visited that restaurant again. (I could neither remember the name of the restaurant nor the food I ordered.) If that man had not followed us, we would not have gone into the restaurant. At times I wondered why I had this strange encounter.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I might be more open to the divine as a child than I was an adult. For years, I lived a simple life as a wife and a mother. Without the mystical experiences, I would not have stepped outside of my family. With my personality, it had not been easy to go on this spiritual search. Emotionally, I was alone on this journey. I wish I had someone to talk to. Sometimes I thought how nice it would be if I did have a twin sister.
Peace,
Q of D
I had quite a few mysterious encounters. Below was one of them. It happened when I was about 13 or 14 years old.
One day, my older sister and her friend went shopping. They asked me to go with them. After walking for some time, we noticed a man with an unkempt appearance seemed to be following us. When we slowed down, he did not walk past us. In order to find out if he was really following us, we decided to make a turn on the next side street. After we made the turn, the man continued to follow us. Worse yet, there were less people walking on the side street than the main road. Though we were not hungry, we decided to go into a restaurant.
We were young. We were cautious, but were not that scared. After we sat down, we laughed at our experience.
The captain rushed to greet us. He said, "It is nice to see you again. Oh, you choose the same table." He ordered some waiters to line up in front of our table. It was then we noticed this was a nice two-story restaurant. The captain gave us the menu and hurriedly walked upstairs. He came down with the captain that managed the upper floor. They bowed before us as if we were important customers. Then the upper floor captain went back to do his job. We were all surprised at what happened right in front of us.
There were other customers in the restaurant. They seemed to look at us wondering who we were since the waiters lined up by our table. The captains (or managers) wore business suits and the waiters wore formal uniforms. Later, the captain came to take our orders. After I ordered, he said, "Oh, you ordered the same food the last time you came!" The three of us had never been to this restaurant. We looked at each other with bewilderment.
After we paid the bill, we stood up to leave. The captain rushed to open the door with his head lowered as to show respect. I was the last one to walk out of the door. As the captain let go of his hand that held the door, he raised his head. He looked at me and said, "Please come ... Oh, I've mistaken that you were Miss XXX!" I saw his mouth and eyes opened wide as the door closed. My eyes opened wide too because he had just said the sound of my name (i.e. my first name) !
My sister and her friend thought that it was just a coincidence. They did not think much of it. However, I found this experience very unsettling. My name was not common. How likely was it that there was someone that looked like me and had a name similar to mine!
When my sister and I were home, I told my parents about the encounter. I asked if I had a twin sister. They said I did not have a twin sister. From their expression, I knew my parents told me the truth.
We never visited that restaurant again. (I could neither remember the name of the restaurant nor the food I ordered.) If that man had not followed us, we would not have gone into the restaurant. At times I wondered why I had this strange encounter.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I might be more open to the divine as a child than I was an adult. For years, I lived a simple life as a wife and a mother. Without the mystical experiences, I would not have stepped outside of my family. With my personality, it had not been easy to go on this spiritual search. Emotionally, I was alone on this journey. I wish I had someone to talk to. Sometimes I thought how nice it would be if I did have a twin sister.
Peace,
Q of D
Thursday, November 24, 2016
I had a hard time reading the gray text on Google
Greetings!
In recent months, I had a hard time reading the gray text on Google. Lately, the color changed to pale, pale blue. To me, it was even worse than before. I found it challenging to write a post, and it took me much longer to finish a post.
I did not know much about the computer. I went online to find a solution. I was able to set high contrast on Window. However, I could not set Google on high contrast. I could not find 'Options' on the horizon bars on the top right (i.e. customize and control Google Chrome) as instructed online.
Today (Thanksgiving Day) my younger son and his family came over for dinner. After dinner, he spent quite some time fixing Wi-Fi and the computer. He set Google on high contrast. Then all of us played some card games.
Before he left, I turned on the computer. I was glad to see the black background on Google. However, when I signed into my blog, the text appeared in pale blue with white background as before. My son said high contrast might not work on some websites. I let it go because it was late. Our grandchildren needed to go home and sleep.
Hours after they left, I turned on the computer again. I signed into Blogger. Looking at the light gray / blue text, I just could not continue to write. I must find a solution, I said to myself. Yes, I finally got it. By clicking Accessibility in Settings, I set Blogger on high contrast. Now, I could write without straining my eyes!
My younger son has always encouraged me to play with the computer and find out things on my own. It may be it is meant to be that he does not set high contrast on Blogger. I am certainly glad I solved the problem on my own.
Many blessings,
Q of D
In recent months, I had a hard time reading the gray text on Google. Lately, the color changed to pale, pale blue. To me, it was even worse than before. I found it challenging to write a post, and it took me much longer to finish a post.
I did not know much about the computer. I went online to find a solution. I was able to set high contrast on Window. However, I could not set Google on high contrast. I could not find 'Options' on the horizon bars on the top right (i.e. customize and control Google Chrome) as instructed online.
Today (Thanksgiving Day) my younger son and his family came over for dinner. After dinner, he spent quite some time fixing Wi-Fi and the computer. He set Google on high contrast. Then all of us played some card games.
Before he left, I turned on the computer. I was glad to see the black background on Google. However, when I signed into my blog, the text appeared in pale blue with white background as before. My son said high contrast might not work on some websites. I let it go because it was late. Our grandchildren needed to go home and sleep.
Hours after they left, I turned on the computer again. I signed into Blogger. Looking at the light gray / blue text, I just could not continue to write. I must find a solution, I said to myself. Yes, I finally got it. By clicking Accessibility in Settings, I set Blogger on high contrast. Now, I could write without straining my eyes!
My younger son has always encouraged me to play with the computer and find out things on my own. It may be it is meant to be that he does not set high contrast on Blogger. I am certainly glad I solved the problem on my own.
Many blessings,
Q of D
Monday, November 14, 2016
A Swan in the Sky and the Floating Angel Cloud
Greetings!
I got into the car. My husband was already inside waiting for me. After I buckled the seat belt, I looked up at the sky. Excitedly, I said, "Look at that white cloud! It looks exactly like a swan!" My husband looked at the cloud. He said, "It does look like a swan. Its body, neck, head and beak ... but it is a cloud." I said, "Do you see the small spot on its head where light is shining through? It looks like light is shining from the swan's eye(s)!" My husband said, "Yea ... light does seem to be coming out of its eye." He began to drive out of the parking lot. He said, "It is just a cloud, and clouds can look like anything." With his personality, he would not have said that many words if the cloud only slightly resembled a swan. I knew clouds could look like anything, but it was one beautiful swan (cloud) in the sky.
Interestingly, I later read online that one of the two spiritual masters (both had moved on) had a connection with swan. She had drawn an outline of a swan after a dream / vision. (Re my posts in recent months about the spiritual retreat)
In a way, I was glad my husband saw the cloud swan too. Not long ago, I had another experience with clouds. I was by myself when I had that experience. When I told my family, they did not know what to think of it. I did not know what to think of it too. It was one strange experience. This was what happened.
One afternoon, I went for a walk by the school. As I entered the football field, I saw a floaty** cloud above a corner on the other side of the field. I said, "Oh, it is a big angel!" The words just came out of my mouth because it looked like an angel. **At first, I wanted to use the word 'light' to describe the cloud, i.e. the cloud was not dense. In fact, it was flimsy as if it could disappear in a second.
When I walked to that corner of the football field, I examined the cloud from below. I did not see a head, but next to the head area were two big round shapes (the energy around an angel that we thought were the angel's wings). The angel seemed to be in a robe with one hand extended outward. I smiled at my 'creative thinking'. I continued on my walk.
As usual, I chanted (in my heart) while I walked. On that side of the track, I had to walk with extra care because there were lots of geese feces. Therefore, I did not look up at the sky. Soon I was back to the side of the track that was close to the apts. or where I had entered. I looked up. Right above me was the floating angel cloud! Had the cloud followed me all the way over to this side? Then I thought the wind must have blown the cloud over to this side.
I began to walk again. I was surprised the cloud was still above me. As I reached the end of the track on our side, I decided to prove it was just a coincidence. I quickly turned to walk in the other direction. In my estimation, the tail part of the cloud should be above me; as I walked, the cloud should stay where it was, and would not turn around. I was wrong. The head of the cloud was above me. The cloud followed me all the way to the other end. I could not believe what happened. To prove what I saw was not true, I walked from one end to another again and again. No matter how I turned, the head part of the cloud was ahead of me!
After many tries, I decided it was time to go home. On the last round, I walked past the end of the track and walked onto the grassy field. When I walked fast, the cloud seemed to move fast too. Standing on the grassy field, I found myself below the center of the cloud instead of the head. I observed there were a few small, lighted spot here and there in the cloud. As I turned to walk home, the cloud did not turn around. I walked past the tail part. I did not look up again. I went straight home.
I had seen dense clouds disappeared without a trace the next second I looked at them. How could a flimsy cloud retained its shape in a breezy evening? Most of all, how could a cloud follow me around? Was the cloud really an angel? Could it be my heart recognized what the cloud was, but my human eyes saw it as a cloud?
Well, I have no answers to my questions. It is quite alright. I enjoy my walks, and that is what matters.
Many blessings,
Q of D
I got into the car. My husband was already inside waiting for me. After I buckled the seat belt, I looked up at the sky. Excitedly, I said, "Look at that white cloud! It looks exactly like a swan!" My husband looked at the cloud. He said, "It does look like a swan. Its body, neck, head and beak ... but it is a cloud." I said, "Do you see the small spot on its head where light is shining through? It looks like light is shining from the swan's eye(s)!" My husband said, "Yea ... light does seem to be coming out of its eye." He began to drive out of the parking lot. He said, "It is just a cloud, and clouds can look like anything." With his personality, he would not have said that many words if the cloud only slightly resembled a swan. I knew clouds could look like anything, but it was one beautiful swan (cloud) in the sky.
Interestingly, I later read online that one of the two spiritual masters (both had moved on) had a connection with swan. She had drawn an outline of a swan after a dream / vision. (Re my posts in recent months about the spiritual retreat)
In a way, I was glad my husband saw the cloud swan too. Not long ago, I had another experience with clouds. I was by myself when I had that experience. When I told my family, they did not know what to think of it. I did not know what to think of it too. It was one strange experience. This was what happened.
One afternoon, I went for a walk by the school. As I entered the football field, I saw a floaty** cloud above a corner on the other side of the field. I said, "Oh, it is a big angel!" The words just came out of my mouth because it looked like an angel. **At first, I wanted to use the word 'light' to describe the cloud, i.e. the cloud was not dense. In fact, it was flimsy as if it could disappear in a second.
When I walked to that corner of the football field, I examined the cloud from below. I did not see a head, but next to the head area were two big round shapes (the energy around an angel that we thought were the angel's wings). The angel seemed to be in a robe with one hand extended outward. I smiled at my 'creative thinking'. I continued on my walk.
As usual, I chanted (in my heart) while I walked. On that side of the track, I had to walk with extra care because there were lots of geese feces. Therefore, I did not look up at the sky. Soon I was back to the side of the track that was close to the apts. or where I had entered. I looked up. Right above me was the floating angel cloud! Had the cloud followed me all the way over to this side? Then I thought the wind must have blown the cloud over to this side.
I began to walk again. I was surprised the cloud was still above me. As I reached the end of the track on our side, I decided to prove it was just a coincidence. I quickly turned to walk in the other direction. In my estimation, the tail part of the cloud should be above me; as I walked, the cloud should stay where it was, and would not turn around. I was wrong. The head of the cloud was above me. The cloud followed me all the way to the other end. I could not believe what happened. To prove what I saw was not true, I walked from one end to another again and again. No matter how I turned, the head part of the cloud was ahead of me!
After many tries, I decided it was time to go home. On the last round, I walked past the end of the track and walked onto the grassy field. When I walked fast, the cloud seemed to move fast too. Standing on the grassy field, I found myself below the center of the cloud instead of the head. I observed there were a few small, lighted spot here and there in the cloud. As I turned to walk home, the cloud did not turn around. I walked past the tail part. I did not look up again. I went straight home.
I had seen dense clouds disappeared without a trace the next second I looked at them. How could a flimsy cloud retained its shape in a breezy evening? Most of all, how could a cloud follow me around? Was the cloud really an angel? Could it be my heart recognized what the cloud was, but my human eyes saw it as a cloud?
Well, I have no answers to my questions. It is quite alright. I enjoy my walks, and that is what matters.
Many blessings,
Q of D
Thursday, November 3, 2016
A Chance Meeting in a Restaurant
Greetings!
Recently my husband and a relative went to a restaurant for breakfast. As they were leaving, they seemed to hear someone mentioned my husband's name.
There were some Chinese men sitting in a corner of the restaurant. One of them said to another man, "You are wrong! It can't be him (i.e. my husband). He lives in the same city as my brother. It is far from here." My husband looked at all the men sitting there. He did not recognize anyone of them. He thought they could not be talking about him. He continued to walk out of the restaurant.
The relative had worked in Chinese restaurants. He opened his own restaurant some years ago. He said to my husband, "I am sure they are talking about you. I kind of recognize the one that may have said your name. Some years ago, I went to a restaurant looking for a job. He was in charge of the kitchen. He knew you. He said you and him had worked very well together for a busy restaurant." My husband took another look at that man. Three of the men also stood up to look at him. They said, "Oh, it is really him!"
It turned out my husband knew most of the men that were there. Decades had gone by. Their hair were now gray or white. Their physical appearances had changed quite a bit. For instance, the one that called out my husband's name used to be slim and his face was narrow; now he was not slim and his face was round. It was quite a moment when they looked at one another after so many years. For the next hour and a half, my husband caught up with his friends about their lives. The relative left because he had to attend to his restaurant business.
Like my husband, his friends were retirees. They said they met at the restaurant regularly twice a week. They asked my husband to join them from then on.
When I learned about what happened, I was very happy for my husband. I also thanked the Divine for answering my prayer.
Since the restaurant years, my husband did not talk much. He only showed some enthusiasm when I talked to him about his experiences long time ago. I had heard most if not all of his stories, but that was a way to start a conversation with him. His heart was closed. Even with our dear ones, he seemed to be distant sometimes. I had been praying for him to meet up with some of his friends. With friends, I believed he might open up and feel less disconnected to the world around him.
For the last two weeks, my husband has joined his friends at the restaurant. He says the meeting was just all right. He has as yet shown gladness or eagerness in going to see his friends. In time, I hope he will.
Many blessings,
Q of D
P. S. After some time, my husband learned his friends actually met at the restaurant for a cup of coffee every morning during the week. A few of them might leave around 10 or 11 am to go to work, but there were always others that stayed in the restaurant. My husband had since joined his friends every morning, rain or snow. Sometimes they talked until 1 p.m. to 2 p.m. Eventually, my husband went there everyday, and was among the last ones that left the restaurant.
Recently my husband and a relative went to a restaurant for breakfast. As they were leaving, they seemed to hear someone mentioned my husband's name.
There were some Chinese men sitting in a corner of the restaurant. One of them said to another man, "You are wrong! It can't be him (i.e. my husband). He lives in the same city as my brother. It is far from here." My husband looked at all the men sitting there. He did not recognize anyone of them. He thought they could not be talking about him. He continued to walk out of the restaurant.
The relative had worked in Chinese restaurants. He opened his own restaurant some years ago. He said to my husband, "I am sure they are talking about you. I kind of recognize the one that may have said your name. Some years ago, I went to a restaurant looking for a job. He was in charge of the kitchen. He knew you. He said you and him had worked very well together for a busy restaurant." My husband took another look at that man. Three of the men also stood up to look at him. They said, "Oh, it is really him!"
It turned out my husband knew most of the men that were there. Decades had gone by. Their hair were now gray or white. Their physical appearances had changed quite a bit. For instance, the one that called out my husband's name used to be slim and his face was narrow; now he was not slim and his face was round. It was quite a moment when they looked at one another after so many years. For the next hour and a half, my husband caught up with his friends about their lives. The relative left because he had to attend to his restaurant business.
Like my husband, his friends were retirees. They said they met at the restaurant regularly twice a week. They asked my husband to join them from then on.
When I learned about what happened, I was very happy for my husband. I also thanked the Divine for answering my prayer.
Since the restaurant years, my husband did not talk much. He only showed some enthusiasm when I talked to him about his experiences long time ago. I had heard most if not all of his stories, but that was a way to start a conversation with him. His heart was closed. Even with our dear ones, he seemed to be distant sometimes. I had been praying for him to meet up with some of his friends. With friends, I believed he might open up and feel less disconnected to the world around him.
For the last two weeks, my husband has joined his friends at the restaurant. He says the meeting was just all right. He has as yet shown gladness or eagerness in going to see his friends. In time, I hope he will.
Many blessings,
Q of D
P. S. After some time, my husband learned his friends actually met at the restaurant for a cup of coffee every morning during the week. A few of them might leave around 10 or 11 am to go to work, but there were always others that stayed in the restaurant. My husband had since joined his friends every morning, rain or snow. Sometimes they talked until 1 p.m. to 2 p.m. Eventually, my husband went there everyday, and was among the last ones that left the restaurant.
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