Greetings!
On Christmas Day 2017, one of the gifts I received was Messages from Your Angels Oracle Cards by Doreen Virtue. My loved ones also got some beautiful crystals for me.
This is my fourth deck of angel cards. (Please click to view My Three Decks of Angel Cards ) I love Doreen Virtue's angel cards. The boxes and cards are beautifully designed. Knowing that loving angels are always around us, I feel joyful and grateful for the gift.
Now let me share with you an experience. It happened while I was living in another state.
Our Peace Circle met once a month. The facilitator was a nationally-recognized speaker on earth changes and many other topics. She was an author, spiritual coach / consultant, and a wonderful musician. One month, she decided to have the meeting on the beach. Many people came. Some I had not met before. Some came with drums and other musical instruments. During the gathering, a sister volunteered to sit in the center of the circle to receive healing for herself as well as for Mother Earth. With music playing, people randomly walked forward one by one to give healing. I decided not to walk forward. I prayed for healing energies to pour through me as I remained sitting where I was.
The healing went on for a long time because we had the biggest gathering since the Peace Circle was formed. At one point, the thought of stepping forward came. I countered this thought with the decision I made earlier. In my heart, I said, "I do not want to walk to the center. The gathering is almost over. Sorry, Angels, it must be very difficult for you to work with me."
Soon the gathering was over. Some people left. Some people went to thank and hug the facilitator. I did not leave right away for I wanted to thank her too. She was truly a wonderful light on earth. When I finally got to thank her, most people had left.
As I was walking away, a woman stopped me. I recognized her. She was a spiritual teacher, and was very gifted psychically. She lived a couple of hours away, yet attended the monthly meeting regularly. This really showed her intention of service. During our meetings, her stories and insights captivated us. I respected her way of being, but we had not talked to each other personally outside of the circle. Looking into my eyes, she said, "Your angels want me to tell you that it is very easy to work with you for your heart is pure. I can see 17 angels around you. The archangels and angels are working with you . . . "
I walked away feeling very grateful for the loving words of the angels. I knew our angels and guides did not judge us, yet I apologized to them earlier as if they were judging me! Who judged me (or us)? It was none other than myself (or ourselves).
If you have time, please view my old post "We don't judge you. You judge yourself. Don't be too hard on yourself."
It is cold. Please take care.
Many blessings,
Q of D
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Saturday, December 16, 2017
The Writer of My Script
Greetings!
We were on our way to a shopping mall. There was not much traffic on the road. The traffic light ahead turned yellow. My husband slowed down the car getting ready to stop. I saw a man came out of a side street and stopped on the sidewalk right by the traffic light. A strange thought came to my mind. I blurted out, "Oh, the man is not there to cross the road! He is there to greet me!" My husband looked at me with that "what are you talking about" look. As our car stopped at the red light, the man looked at me and greeted me with a nod. In return, I greeted him too. Then he turned to walk away in the direction he came from. I did not know the man, and did not know why it happened. The light turned green. We continued our drive to the mall.
This kind of strange happenings used to bother me a lot.
For instance, some years ago, my husband asked me to go to a funeral with him. His former boss, a restaurant owner whom had treated him with generosity and respect, had moved on. Lots of people came to the funeral home to pay their last respect. We went to sit on the pews to the side of the main section. About half an hour into the service, the energy around my head suddenly vibrated strongly. Meanwhile, I turned to look at the door. A man wearing dark sunglasses just walked in and immediately looked in the direction of where we sat. I thought he must be searching for people that he knew. I assured myself it was just a coincidence that the vibration around my head happened to turn on.
Throughout the service, the man remained standing by the door. He did not talk to anyone that walked past him. When the service was over, my husband decided to follow the hearse to the cemetery. At the cemetery, we stayed in our car waiting for other cars to arrive. The same man appeared a few feet in front of our car. He still had his sunglasses on. He was facing us and smiling. I asked my husband if the man was his friend or a former coworker. My husband said he did not know him. Later, my husband got out of the car and walked to talk to a friend. All the while, the man remained standing in the same position, looking and smiling. I felt somewhat annoyed. When my husband returned to the car, I said, "The man is still there. Why don't you talk to him and see if he knows you?" For a while, my husband hesitated. When he finally stepped outside of the car and walked toward the man, the man quickly walked away. Afterward, my husband did not think much of it, but for many days I could not get it out of my mind. The door was behind the main section. If we had sat in the main section, I would have to turn my body completely to look at the door; but, we sat on the pews to the side. Why did the man come to a funeral that he did not seem to know anybody? Why did he keep looking at me? Why did he walk in and look in my direction right away? Who was he?
There were other incidents. For example, I was at church. After service, a woman that sat behind me came to introduce herself. I had never seen her before. After telling me her name, she said, "I come from the mountains." I thought I heard it wrong. I said, "What?" She said, "I live in the mountain." She went on to say something that baffled me. At the end, I said, "See you next Sunday." She said she would not be back. It seemed she came to meet me, and we had met. While I was with the Thursday circle, sometimes I was quite troubled by a friend's gaze. She did not come regularly. When she came, she often sat across from me in the circle. Occasionally, she kept looking at me instead of looking / listening to the facilitator / others. Later, I realized she looked at me intensely whenever I was surged with energy. In my heart, I could not help but prayed for her to look at the one that was speaking instead of me. One day, I found myself in a powerful field of energy again. She came right out and asked if others at the circle saw the energies. The owner of the center did. In time, I learned she was a reiki master. She said she liked to see my aura which to her was very loving and comforting.
Nowadays I am more at ease with these inexplicable incidents. On the day the man walked away in the direction he came from, I was peaceful. (FYI - The man by the traffic light and the man in the funeral home looked quite different.)
In Synchronicity and strange encounters - Incident 1 and Incident 2, I also shared two other encounters. As I was writing this post, I thought of these chance meetings. As the writer of my script, the human I found it somewhat inconceivable that I had included these inexplicable incidents. In the truth of oneness, I believed others had an input in my script just as I had in theirs. We are interconnected. We are.
Many blessings,
Q of D
This kind of strange happenings used to bother me a lot.
For instance, some years ago, my husband asked me to go to a funeral with him. His former boss, a restaurant owner whom had treated him with generosity and respect, had moved on. Lots of people came to the funeral home to pay their last respect. We went to sit on the pews to the side of the main section. About half an hour into the service, the energy around my head suddenly vibrated strongly. Meanwhile, I turned to look at the door. A man wearing dark sunglasses just walked in and immediately looked in the direction of where we sat. I thought he must be searching for people that he knew. I assured myself it was just a coincidence that the vibration around my head happened to turn on.
Throughout the service, the man remained standing by the door. He did not talk to anyone that walked past him. When the service was over, my husband decided to follow the hearse to the cemetery. At the cemetery, we stayed in our car waiting for other cars to arrive. The same man appeared a few feet in front of our car. He still had his sunglasses on. He was facing us and smiling. I asked my husband if the man was his friend or a former coworker. My husband said he did not know him. Later, my husband got out of the car and walked to talk to a friend. All the while, the man remained standing in the same position, looking and smiling. I felt somewhat annoyed. When my husband returned to the car, I said, "The man is still there. Why don't you talk to him and see if he knows you?" For a while, my husband hesitated. When he finally stepped outside of the car and walked toward the man, the man quickly walked away. Afterward, my husband did not think much of it, but for many days I could not get it out of my mind. The door was behind the main section. If we had sat in the main section, I would have to turn my body completely to look at the door; but, we sat on the pews to the side. Why did the man come to a funeral that he did not seem to know anybody? Why did he keep looking at me? Why did he walk in and look in my direction right away? Who was he?
There were other incidents. For example, I was at church. After service, a woman that sat behind me came to introduce herself. I had never seen her before. After telling me her name, she said, "I come from the mountains." I thought I heard it wrong. I said, "What?" She said, "I live in the mountain." She went on to say something that baffled me. At the end, I said, "See you next Sunday." She said she would not be back. It seemed she came to meet me, and we had met. While I was with the Thursday circle, sometimes I was quite troubled by a friend's gaze. She did not come regularly. When she came, she often sat across from me in the circle. Occasionally, she kept looking at me instead of looking / listening to the facilitator / others. Later, I realized she looked at me intensely whenever I was surged with energy. In my heart, I could not help but prayed for her to look at the one that was speaking instead of me. One day, I found myself in a powerful field of energy again. She came right out and asked if others at the circle saw the energies. The owner of the center did. In time, I learned she was a reiki master. She said she liked to see my aura which to her was very loving and comforting.
Nowadays I am more at ease with these inexplicable incidents. On the day the man walked away in the direction he came from, I was peaceful. (FYI - The man by the traffic light and the man in the funeral home looked quite different.)
In Synchronicity and strange encounters - Incident 1 and Incident 2, I also shared two other encounters. As I was writing this post, I thought of these chance meetings. As the writer of my script, the human I found it somewhat inconceivable that I had included these inexplicable incidents. In the truth of oneness, I believed others had an input in my script just as I had in theirs. We are interconnected. We are.
Many blessings,
Q of D
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
She missed her cat that died four months ago
Greetings!
Standing in line to pay for the grocery, I suddenly felt a surge of energy. The energy in me and around me was very strong.
Then someone behind me lightly pulled my jacket. I turned.
An elderly woman that was in line (yet not right behind me) said, "I see you have bought a bag of cat food. You must have a cat."
I smiled and said, "Yes, I do!"
The woman's eyes turned red, and tears began to form in her eyes. She said, "My cat passed away four months ago. I still miss her very much every day."
I said, "I am sorry." I told her that two cats in my son's family had passed away due to old age some months ago; fortunately, they had adopted another cat, and the cat turned out to be very gentle and friendly.
The woman said, "The pain is still raw. I don't know if I ever want another cat."
I looked at her. I said, "I understand."
I thought of what to say. I said, "Our cat loved my husband the most. He listens to my husband, and stays by his side. When our son comes home from work, the cat turns his attention to our son. I am third on the cat list. But, I love our cat!"
The woman's eyes lit up. She said, "Yes! Each cat has his own character and favorite." She went on to tell me more about her cat.
I paid for my grocery. Before I left, I walked to the woman and lightly patted her arm. I wished her a happy Thanksgiving. She let out a bright smile and wished me the same.
As I walked out of the store, my energy returned to normal.
In the beginning years **, this sudden surge of energy bothered me. I could not help but wondered what went on. (** i.e. When I followed the guidance to step outside of my family and go among people) I also wondered why people cried when I looked at them or when we were having a simple conversation. Somehow, the human I was not into asking questions. In retrospect, I believed it was meant to be on most occasions. (Re other posts on healing such as I saw no purpose of being there )
The above incident happened before Thanksgiving Day. However, I could not finish the post (or until I finished relating my inner struggle about the feeling of separateness).
Have a wonderful December!
Many blessings,
Q of D
Standing in line to pay for the grocery, I suddenly felt a surge of energy. The energy in me and around me was very strong.
Then someone behind me lightly pulled my jacket. I turned.
An elderly woman that was in line (yet not right behind me) said, "I see you have bought a bag of cat food. You must have a cat."
I smiled and said, "Yes, I do!"
The woman's eyes turned red, and tears began to form in her eyes. She said, "My cat passed away four months ago. I still miss her very much every day."
I said, "I am sorry." I told her that two cats in my son's family had passed away due to old age some months ago; fortunately, they had adopted another cat, and the cat turned out to be very gentle and friendly.
The woman said, "The pain is still raw. I don't know if I ever want another cat."
I looked at her. I said, "I understand."
I thought of what to say. I said, "Our cat loved my husband the most. He listens to my husband, and stays by his side. When our son comes home from work, the cat turns his attention to our son. I am third on the cat list. But, I love our cat!"
The woman's eyes lit up. She said, "Yes! Each cat has his own character and favorite." She went on to tell me more about her cat.
I paid for my grocery. Before I left, I walked to the woman and lightly patted her arm. I wished her a happy Thanksgiving. She let out a bright smile and wished me the same.
As I walked out of the store, my energy returned to normal.
In the beginning years **, this sudden surge of energy bothered me. I could not help but wondered what went on. (** i.e. When I followed the guidance to step outside of my family and go among people) I also wondered why people cried when I looked at them or when we were having a simple conversation. Somehow, the human I was not into asking questions. In retrospect, I believed it was meant to be on most occasions. (Re other posts on healing such as I saw no purpose of being there )
The above incident happened before Thanksgiving Day. However, I could not finish the post (or until I finished relating my inner struggle about the feeling of separateness).
Have a wonderful December!
Many blessings,
Q of D
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
The Dream that Inspired me to get back to my Blog
Greetings!
I examined the feeling of separateness between my friends and me. I realized this feeling was not new. To a lesser degree of separateness, I had felt somewhat disconnected before.
Most of the people in the group knew each other. Many were of the same ethnicity. Others came from a spiritual circle that had met regularly for years. I had always felt a little uncomfortable among people that I did not know well. Therefore, I thought how I felt was natural, and in time the feeling would fade away.
As I dug deeper, I realized there was more to how I felt. We did not meet often, but, we had come together as a group for over a year!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
In the retreat, the teacher often talked about the importance of total surrender to the two masters so that they could guide us from the higher dimension. We could continue to worship whoever we used to worship if we chose to. However, we should understand the masters were not just any other masters but two great powerful beings, and we were the chosen** ones to set the mission in motion.
** The word 'chosen' had no bearing on me (or others too) in seeing myself as part of the group. It was the synchronicity of events that took place during the 2nd half of June to Sept. in 2016. (Re posts published during that time) I liked the response of a sister to the word 'chosen'. She was very open and aligned to the divine. She said, "Many (souls) did not want to take on this task. Instead of 'the chosen ones', it was more appropriate to say that we had signed up for this before we came."
As part of the group, I wanted to be one with my brothers and sisters in action and mind. It bothered me that I could not read the book series with enthusiasm as my friends did. I found some parts of the books helpful, but did not feel like reading them from top to bottom. Was my judgment or ego at play? I prayed for guidance, but did not seem to receive any response.
Meanwhile, I wondered if I should discontinue my blog because I could not finish any post. One morning, I had a vivid, colorful dream. (In my experience, vivid, colorful dreams were always of significance. If you are interested, please read my other posts on dreams by clicking the label on top of my blog.)
I used the same words to describe my dream as I recorded it upon waking up.
I was using the computer. Whatever I typed on the computer was recorded in a transparent tape. Soon the roll of tape was completely used up. As I pondered what to do, another roll of tape appeared next to the computer 'ready' for my use.
I took out the tape that I had typed on. It turned into a big transparent sheet with colors and pictures. I put the sheet on a kid as if it was a long coat. It was beautiful. It looked like a transparent coat with beautiful designs and beautiful pink color. Everyone marveled at how beautiful it looked or how beautiful the recorded tape turned out to be.
I marveled at the new technology. I typed words into the computer, and it turned into such a beautiful record that I had not / could not have imagined.
Then I woke up. I understood the dream was telling me to keep recording what happened in my life.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Some days went by. I did not publish any post. I did not want to share the feeling of separateness or my mental struggle about reading the books. I tried to write about other things that happened in my life, but could not finish a post.
Many of my friends came from a culture of worshiping deities and gurus. They believed / had faith that the masters were supreme beings incarnated to bring heaven on earth. Their surrender to the masters was natural and complete. I loved and respected my friends' way of being.
In my post Gateway to Heaven, I wrote I loved Buddha as I loved Christ. In other words, I held the view of equality. I believed "in each one of us is the spark of God, and Truth resides within; we are of the same nature, and it was in divine order we have unique / different expressions." In my heart, I loved many, ascended masters as well as wonderful people I had met or heard of. I might feel closer to some, but my love did not vary because some were portrayed as more powerful than others.
Some days passed. I finally decided to stop reading the books for the time being, and focused on my blog. One of the masters had written "Truth must be experienced". I agreed. Reading books might inspire us and ignite the spark of knowledge, but true teachings (or Truth) resided within all of us. My feeling of separateness came from wanting to be one in action and mind with my brothers and sisters. My reaction to what happened was a relevant experience in life. I might not read the books, but I was one with them in love and intention of service.
Now, I have finished writing about the experience. I shall read the master's powerful, poetic book again. I shall read the book series too, but not page by page. To the three Masters ***, thank you for devoting your lives for humanity. I am committed to the task. As what we often said during the retreat, "I am in!"
Many blessings,
Q of D
*** The spiritual teacher is a realized master. The two masters knew he would be the one to carry on their work. They sent teachers to his home to train / teach him since he was a boy.
I examined the feeling of separateness between my friends and me. I realized this feeling was not new. To a lesser degree of separateness, I had felt somewhat disconnected before.
Most of the people in the group knew each other. Many were of the same ethnicity. Others came from a spiritual circle that had met regularly for years. I had always felt a little uncomfortable among people that I did not know well. Therefore, I thought how I felt was natural, and in time the feeling would fade away.
As I dug deeper, I realized there was more to how I felt. We did not meet often, but, we had come together as a group for over a year!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
In the retreat, the teacher often talked about the importance of total surrender to the two masters so that they could guide us from the higher dimension. We could continue to worship whoever we used to worship if we chose to. However, we should understand the masters were not just any other masters but two great powerful beings, and we were the chosen** ones to set the mission in motion.
** The word 'chosen' had no bearing on me (or others too) in seeing myself as part of the group. It was the synchronicity of events that took place during the 2nd half of June to Sept. in 2016. (Re posts published during that time) I liked the response of a sister to the word 'chosen'. She was very open and aligned to the divine. She said, "Many (souls) did not want to take on this task. Instead of 'the chosen ones', it was more appropriate to say that we had signed up for this before we came."
As part of the group, I wanted to be one with my brothers and sisters in action and mind. It bothered me that I could not read the book series with enthusiasm as my friends did. I found some parts of the books helpful, but did not feel like reading them from top to bottom. Was my judgment or ego at play? I prayed for guidance, but did not seem to receive any response.
Meanwhile, I wondered if I should discontinue my blog because I could not finish any post. One morning, I had a vivid, colorful dream. (In my experience, vivid, colorful dreams were always of significance. If you are interested, please read my other posts on dreams by clicking the label on top of my blog.)
I used the same words to describe my dream as I recorded it upon waking up.
I was using the computer. Whatever I typed on the computer was recorded in a transparent tape. Soon the roll of tape was completely used up. As I pondered what to do, another roll of tape appeared next to the computer 'ready' for my use.
I took out the tape that I had typed on. It turned into a big transparent sheet with colors and pictures. I put the sheet on a kid as if it was a long coat. It was beautiful. It looked like a transparent coat with beautiful designs and beautiful pink color. Everyone marveled at how beautiful it looked or how beautiful the recorded tape turned out to be.
I marveled at the new technology. I typed words into the computer, and it turned into such a beautiful record that I had not / could not have imagined.
Then I woke up. I understood the dream was telling me to keep recording what happened in my life.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Some days went by. I did not publish any post. I did not want to share the feeling of separateness or my mental struggle about reading the books. I tried to write about other things that happened in my life, but could not finish a post.
Many of my friends came from a culture of worshiping deities and gurus. They believed / had faith that the masters were supreme beings incarnated to bring heaven on earth. Their surrender to the masters was natural and complete. I loved and respected my friends' way of being.
In my post Gateway to Heaven, I wrote I loved Buddha as I loved Christ. In other words, I held the view of equality. I believed "in each one of us is the spark of God, and Truth resides within; we are of the same nature, and it was in divine order we have unique / different expressions." In my heart, I loved many, ascended masters as well as wonderful people I had met or heard of. I might feel closer to some, but my love did not vary because some were portrayed as more powerful than others.
Some days passed. I finally decided to stop reading the books for the time being, and focused on my blog. One of the masters had written "Truth must be experienced". I agreed. Reading books might inspire us and ignite the spark of knowledge, but true teachings (or Truth) resided within all of us. My feeling of separateness came from wanting to be one in action and mind with my brothers and sisters. My reaction to what happened was a relevant experience in life. I might not read the books, but I was one with them in love and intention of service.
Now, I have finished writing about the experience. I shall read the master's powerful, poetic book again. I shall read the book series too, but not page by page. To the three Masters ***, thank you for devoting your lives for humanity. I am committed to the task. As what we often said during the retreat, "I am in!"
Many blessings,
Q of D
*** The spiritual teacher is a realized master. The two masters knew he would be the one to carry on their work. They sent teachers to his home to train / teach him since he was a boy.
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
The Feeling of Separateness
Greetings!
With my younger son's prompting, I began blogging in March of 2011. It was easy to share heart warming stories such as A Story of the Touch of God and A lighthearted story of the Touch of God; but, I soon found out how challenging it was to write about some personal experiences especially those that involved my friends.
Thanks to a dream, I am writing again. I shall share with you the dream in my next post.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Before the spiritual teacher returned to his country, he encouraged us to meditate consistently and spend as much time as we could to read certain books. A few in the group had been reading those books for years. Some had started reading them after the 2016 spiritual retreat. They said reading the books had transformed them. To give us a visual image of the books we were to read, some friends stacked them up on a couch. The piles of books took up a whole lot of space, but reading them was an achievable task.
After the teacher left, I read on a daily basis. I finished the book that the teacher often referred to in his discourses. I found this poetic book amazing and powerful. I also read a page or two of a book on meditation and prayers everyday. Later, I started to read a book series. At some point, I asked myself, "Am I really going to read the complete book series page by page and one book after another?"
The teacher had left instructions as what to do during our monthly meeting. We were supposed to meditate, discuss what we read, and share our experiences of reading the books. In our first meeting after the teacher left, many of my friends said they had been reading the books diligently. Some shared their wonderful experiences. Their faces glowed as they spoke.
At home, I tried to continue reading. Meanwhile, I wanted to get back to my blog. I was quite aware I had not published any post for many weeks. I usually read the books, and signed into my blog afterward. Time after time, I seemed to hit a brick wall, and could not finish any post.
Days and weeks went by. I realized what the problem was. The book series recorded some teachings and experiences of the master that had moved on. They also included stories and emotions of other people on their spiritual journey. While some parts were useful and interesting, there were times I did not have resonance with what I read. My mind was somewhat clouded because of how I felt. As I was not at peace, I could not write.
I had never met the two masters. They had moved on and were guiding us from another dimension. Many in the group had seen them in visions and dreams. I had no doubt they were powerful beings that had devoted their lives for the betterment of humanity. I loved and respected them as I loved and respected the spiritual teacher. I loved my friends, and knew I was part of the group.
Why couldn't I follow the teacher's guidance and read the books with enthusiasm as my friends?
Was I judgmental while reading the books? Was my ego at work? I was troubled by this feeling of separateness between my friends and me. With this mental struggle, I could not really get into what I read. I tried to write about other things in life, but could not finish a post. Since I had not published any post for 2 months, I thought of discontinuing my blog. I prayed for guidance, but did not seem to receive any answer.
~ to be continued ~
With my younger son's prompting, I began blogging in March of 2011. It was easy to share heart warming stories such as A Story of the Touch of God and A lighthearted story of the Touch of God; but, I soon found out how challenging it was to write about some personal experiences especially those that involved my friends.
Thanks to a dream, I am writing again. I shall share with you the dream in my next post.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Before the spiritual teacher returned to his country, he encouraged us to meditate consistently and spend as much time as we could to read certain books. A few in the group had been reading those books for years. Some had started reading them after the 2016 spiritual retreat. They said reading the books had transformed them. To give us a visual image of the books we were to read, some friends stacked them up on a couch. The piles of books took up a whole lot of space, but reading them was an achievable task.
After the teacher left, I read on a daily basis. I finished the book that the teacher often referred to in his discourses. I found this poetic book amazing and powerful. I also read a page or two of a book on meditation and prayers everyday. Later, I started to read a book series. At some point, I asked myself, "Am I really going to read the complete book series page by page and one book after another?"
The teacher had left instructions as what to do during our monthly meeting. We were supposed to meditate, discuss what we read, and share our experiences of reading the books. In our first meeting after the teacher left, many of my friends said they had been reading the books diligently. Some shared their wonderful experiences. Their faces glowed as they spoke.
At home, I tried to continue reading. Meanwhile, I wanted to get back to my blog. I was quite aware I had not published any post for many weeks. I usually read the books, and signed into my blog afterward. Time after time, I seemed to hit a brick wall, and could not finish any post.
Days and weeks went by. I realized what the problem was. The book series recorded some teachings and experiences of the master that had moved on. They also included stories and emotions of other people on their spiritual journey. While some parts were useful and interesting, there were times I did not have resonance with what I read. My mind was somewhat clouded because of how I felt. As I was not at peace, I could not write.
I had never met the two masters. They had moved on and were guiding us from another dimension. Many in the group had seen them in visions and dreams. I had no doubt they were powerful beings that had devoted their lives for the betterment of humanity. I loved and respected them as I loved and respected the spiritual teacher. I loved my friends, and knew I was part of the group.
Why couldn't I follow the teacher's guidance and read the books with enthusiasm as my friends?
Was I judgmental while reading the books? Was my ego at work? I was troubled by this feeling of separateness between my friends and me. With this mental struggle, I could not really get into what I read. I tried to write about other things in life, but could not finish a post. Since I had not published any post for 2 months, I thought of discontinuing my blog. I prayed for guidance, but did not seem to receive any answer.
~ to be continued ~
Monday, November 6, 2017
A halt in blogging
Greetings!
I am back! I am ready to share my lessons / experiences on my spiritual journey again.
It is November. I know I have not published any post in October, and have only published one post a month from July to September. What is the cause of this halt in blogging? Well, over the years, I have learned a challenge does not occur for no reason, and all experiences are relevant on the journey of life.
There were days I pondered what to do with my blog. Should I just let it go? One morning, I had a colorful short dream. It inspired me to continue recording my story 'as is'. Still, the human I did not want to write about the challenge within. I tried to write about other things that happened in my life, and could not finish a post.
In the morning of Nov 5, Sunday, it came to me to watch videos of a world known channel on YouTube. The title of one of her videos immediately caught my attention. The video was 1 hr. 20 min. long, and the loving words of the divine beings confirmed the truth that I knew. Finally, I felt "I am ready to write again".
Love and Blessings,
Q of D
I am back! I am ready to share my lessons / experiences on my spiritual journey again.
It is November. I know I have not published any post in October, and have only published one post a month from July to September. What is the cause of this halt in blogging? Well, over the years, I have learned a challenge does not occur for no reason, and all experiences are relevant on the journey of life.
There were days I pondered what to do with my blog. Should I just let it go? One morning, I had a colorful short dream. It inspired me to continue recording my story 'as is'. Still, the human I did not want to write about the challenge within. I tried to write about other things that happened in my life, and could not finish a post.
In the morning of Nov 5, Sunday, it came to me to watch videos of a world known channel on YouTube. The title of one of her videos immediately caught my attention. The video was 1 hr. 20 min. long, and the loving words of the divine beings confirmed the truth that I knew. Finally, I felt "I am ready to write again".
Love and Blessings,
Q of D
Thursday, September 7, 2017
A Hornet came whenever I stepped onto the school fields
Greetings!
There was a special occurrence before and during the spiritual discourses in July. I saw a big "bee" every time I stepped onto the school fields!
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Three days before the July discourses were to begin, I wanted to get myself mentally ready. I woke up early to go for a walk in the school fields. I wanted to take in the calm and peace of the early morn.
A year ago, a solid, tall fence was installed to replace the rusted see-through metal chainlink fence that separated the apartments and the schools. There were two openings for people to walk in. One of the openings was close to where I lived.
It was a beautiful morning. As soon as I walked past the fence, I saw a bee. I had never seen such a big bee! I saw small bees in the fields all the time, but this one was more than two inches long. It had a long abdomen with black and white stripes. Its head was yellow and black. It had long reddish wings. I stood there appreciating its beauty as it remained flying near me. During that time, it landed on a small piece of amber color glass over and over again. After a couple of minutes, it flew out of the fence toward the apartments. Seeing the beautiful bee, my heart was filled with delight.
When I was home, I told my husband about the bee. He listened to my description of the bee. He said it was not a bee but a wasp. I did not know much about insects, but he did. I went online to look for pictures of wasp. What I saw was a hornet.
The next morning, I did not wake up early. I went for a walk after breakfast. The second I stepped onto the school field, the hornet flew in from the apartment side of the fence. I thought what a coincidence that the hornet and I came to the field at the same time. Then I thought it might be the hornet flew in and out the fence / school fields throughout the day. Again, I stood there to observe the hornet. After a while, it flew away just as the day before.
As I walked, I saw small bees, small butterflies, and other insects every now and then. I looked for the hornet every time I walked past the opening, but it did not fly in again. I did not see any other hornet in the fields.
On the third morning, I decided to take a camera with me. The hornet appeared again just as I walked in. I took a few pictures of the hornet at close range before it flew away.
During the discourses, I took a walk every morning. When the discourses were over, I continued to go for a walk if the weather was good. I brought the camera with me because of the hornet. As far as I could recall, I might have skipped a morning or two due to the rain. Incredibly, the hornet always showed up when I came. It stayed there for a while, and then flew away. Strangely, the hornet never stayed inside the fields where there were many trees and some wild flowers on the grass. After it flew out of the fence, it never came back even if I stood at the same spot waiting for it to return.
For over half a month, I saw the beautiful hornet every time I walked past the fence onto the school fields. The last time I saw the hornet was on July 31.
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In 2007, I saw bumblebees on three separate occasions. On the last occasion, I found a big bumblebee clang onto the handle of our screen door when I arrived home. I did not want to scare the bee. I waited for it to fly away. For a long while, the bumblebee stayed there without any movement. I thought it might be dying or too weak to fly. I tried to touch it with a small piece of paper, and it flew away in a swift. During that time, I happened to see BEE license plates all the time. 2007 was the year that we moved to another state. A move that the human I had not foreseen. It was in that state I participated in healing service and facilitated workshops that I had never thought about since I did not regard myself a healer.
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Is there any spiritual significance in the sighting of the hornet? Time will tell. All Is Well in the Loving Divine.
Many blessings,
Q of D
There was a special occurrence before and during the spiritual discourses in July. I saw a big "bee" every time I stepped onto the school fields!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Three days before the July discourses were to begin, I wanted to get myself mentally ready. I woke up early to go for a walk in the school fields. I wanted to take in the calm and peace of the early morn.
A year ago, a solid, tall fence was installed to replace the rusted see-through metal chainlink fence that separated the apartments and the schools. There were two openings for people to walk in. One of the openings was close to where I lived.
It was a beautiful morning. As soon as I walked past the fence, I saw a bee. I had never seen such a big bee! I saw small bees in the fields all the time, but this one was more than two inches long. It had a long abdomen with black and white stripes. Its head was yellow and black. It had long reddish wings. I stood there appreciating its beauty as it remained flying near me. During that time, it landed on a small piece of amber color glass over and over again. After a couple of minutes, it flew out of the fence toward the apartments. Seeing the beautiful bee, my heart was filled with delight.
When I was home, I told my husband about the bee. He listened to my description of the bee. He said it was not a bee but a wasp. I did not know much about insects, but he did. I went online to look for pictures of wasp. What I saw was a hornet.
The next morning, I did not wake up early. I went for a walk after breakfast. The second I stepped onto the school field, the hornet flew in from the apartment side of the fence. I thought what a coincidence that the hornet and I came to the field at the same time. Then I thought it might be the hornet flew in and out the fence / school fields throughout the day. Again, I stood there to observe the hornet. After a while, it flew away just as the day before.
As I walked, I saw small bees, small butterflies, and other insects every now and then. I looked for the hornet every time I walked past the opening, but it did not fly in again. I did not see any other hornet in the fields.
On the third morning, I decided to take a camera with me. The hornet appeared again just as I walked in. I took a few pictures of the hornet at close range before it flew away.
During the discourses, I took a walk every morning. When the discourses were over, I continued to go for a walk if the weather was good. I brought the camera with me because of the hornet. As far as I could recall, I might have skipped a morning or two due to the rain. Incredibly, the hornet always showed up when I came. It stayed there for a while, and then flew away. Strangely, the hornet never stayed inside the fields where there were many trees and some wild flowers on the grass. After it flew out of the fence, it never came back even if I stood at the same spot waiting for it to return.
For over half a month, I saw the beautiful hornet every time I walked past the fence onto the school fields. The last time I saw the hornet was on July 31.
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In 2007, I saw bumblebees on three separate occasions. On the last occasion, I found a big bumblebee clang onto the handle of our screen door when I arrived home. I did not want to scare the bee. I waited for it to fly away. For a long while, the bumblebee stayed there without any movement. I thought it might be dying or too weak to fly. I tried to touch it with a small piece of paper, and it flew away in a swift. During that time, I happened to see BEE license plates all the time. 2007 was the year that we moved to another state. A move that the human I had not foreseen. It was in that state I participated in healing service and facilitated workshops that I had never thought about since I did not regard myself a healer.
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Is there any spiritual significance in the sighting of the hornet? Time will tell. All Is Well in the Loving Divine.
Many blessings,
Q of D
Saturday, August 19, 2017
The Divine had its way of revealing to me
Greetings!
The spiritual teacher had returned to his country a few days ago. His evening discourses in English were over in July. In August, we had two whole days spiritual retreat. There were about fifty of us. It had been quite a month for our group.
I knew my last post was published over a month ago. I tried to get back to my blog in the past few weeks, but could not focus on writing. Our energy was raised in the presence of the teacher, and it might take some time for us to get back to our routine.
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In my last post, I wrote that I might not write anything about this year's retreat, but there was an interesting coincidence that I would like to share with you.
In Oct. 2016, I finished writing about my experiences during the 7-day evening discourses.
In Nov. 2016, The Mysterious Encounter came to my mind, and I wrote a post about it. Then I happened to recall The Strange Dream I had in my 20 s. In the dream, I was told to sign my name before my younger brother was to reincarnate. I thought this dream could not be true because I was the youngest of three. I had an older sister and an older brother. I did not know my mother had a miscarriage (twins) when I was in elementary school. I eventually found out my dream was right - the year I had the dream marked the 16th year since the souls of the younger twins went back to the other side. For years I wondered why I had to sign my name before he was to reincarnate. I thought my parents or my older siblings should sign instead of me.
With one post leading to another, I wrote from Nov. 2016 to Jan. 2017. While writing those posts, I suddenly understood I was asked to sign because this soul and I would meet again in this lifetime. In that post, I wrote -
I knew the year he was reincarnated. In my current spiritual group, there were many young men around that age. It was very possible my younger brother was among them. At the end, I wrote 'I do not intend to find out who is my brother'.
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The first whole day retreat was held in a sister's beautiful home. After the teacher's discourse, we sat down to talk. (Note - at the time of the talk, the teacher was not with us.) Samuel and Matthew led the talk. They were wonderful leaders of our group. (Re The Unveiling of A Divine Plan , The Beauty of a Bouquet of Flowers, and other posts on the spiritual retreat published in 2016.)
Matthew talked about his experiences. Somehow, he said, "I was born in (the year)." My eyes opened wide. That was the year I had The Strange Dream and the year the soul as my younger brother was supposed to reincarnate! Then I remembered some young men in our group had said they had known Matthew since childhood. They were probably around Matthew's age. Besides, other men in the retreat might have been born in that year too.
When we sat down to eat, I could not help but wanted to know how many men in the retreat were born in that year. I asked for the help of a sister who was well loved and respected. Without any hesitation, she voiced what I wanted to know. As it turned out, Matthew was the only one that was born in that year! A couple of his friends were born a year before or after him.
While I had not intended to find out who might be my brother, the Divine had its way of revealing to me.
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Since I began this blog in 2011, sometimes I wanted to write about something, but I just could not finish the post. On the other hand, experiences that I had not thought of sharing occasionally came to my mind, and I felt this force within to continue writing until the whole story was completed. It was the case with the mystery sister and the twins that I had no knowledge of. It was incredible that Matthew talked about the year he was born eight months after I shared with you The Strange Dream.
There might be no scientific proof to the mystical experiences or coincidences in my life. However, as far as I observed, there was definitely a touch of the Divine in the things that had unfolded.
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The night before the teacher left, we gathered in Matthew's house. The whole house was crowded with people, and some I met for the first time. We wanted to stay in the teacher's presence as long as we could. We stayed until almost 3 am.
Thank you, Teacher! We look forward to seeing you again soon!
Truthfully,
Q of D
P. S. 1. In He said, "You are sincere.", I wrote about Matthew too.
2. Like last year, the 7-Day discourses were free. Our group pooled some money (very minimal) for our food and drinks during the two whole days spiritual retreat; there was no other charge. The teacher never accepted any money, and came to USA on his own.
The spiritual teacher had returned to his country a few days ago. His evening discourses in English were over in July. In August, we had two whole days spiritual retreat. There were about fifty of us. It had been quite a month for our group.
I knew my last post was published over a month ago. I tried to get back to my blog in the past few weeks, but could not focus on writing. Our energy was raised in the presence of the teacher, and it might take some time for us to get back to our routine.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
In my last post, I wrote that I might not write anything about this year's retreat, but there was an interesting coincidence that I would like to share with you.
In Oct. 2016, I finished writing about my experiences during the 7-day evening discourses.
In Nov. 2016, The Mysterious Encounter came to my mind, and I wrote a post about it. Then I happened to recall The Strange Dream I had in my 20 s. In the dream, I was told to sign my name before my younger brother was to reincarnate. I thought this dream could not be true because I was the youngest of three. I had an older sister and an older brother. I did not know my mother had a miscarriage (twins) when I was in elementary school. I eventually found out my dream was right - the year I had the dream marked the 16th year since the souls of the younger twins went back to the other side. For years I wondered why I had to sign my name before he was to reincarnate. I thought my parents or my older siblings should sign instead of me.
With one post leading to another, I wrote from Nov. 2016 to Jan. 2017. While writing those posts, I suddenly understood I was asked to sign because this soul and I would meet again in this lifetime. In that post, I wrote -
I knew the year he was reincarnated. In my current spiritual group, there were many young men around that age. It was very possible my younger brother was among them. At the end, I wrote 'I do not intend to find out who is my brother'.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The first whole day retreat was held in a sister's beautiful home. After the teacher's discourse, we sat down to talk. (Note - at the time of the talk, the teacher was not with us.) Samuel and Matthew led the talk. They were wonderful leaders of our group. (Re The Unveiling of A Divine Plan , The Beauty of a Bouquet of Flowers, and other posts on the spiritual retreat published in 2016.)
Matthew talked about his experiences. Somehow, he said, "I was born in (the year)." My eyes opened wide. That was the year I had The Strange Dream and the year the soul as my younger brother was supposed to reincarnate! Then I remembered some young men in our group had said they had known Matthew since childhood. They were probably around Matthew's age. Besides, other men in the retreat might have been born in that year too.
When we sat down to eat, I could not help but wanted to know how many men in the retreat were born in that year. I asked for the help of a sister who was well loved and respected. Without any hesitation, she voiced what I wanted to know. As it turned out, Matthew was the only one that was born in that year! A couple of his friends were born a year before or after him.
While I had not intended to find out who might be my brother, the Divine had its way of revealing to me.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Since I began this blog in 2011, sometimes I wanted to write about something, but I just could not finish the post. On the other hand, experiences that I had not thought of sharing occasionally came to my mind, and I felt this force within to continue writing until the whole story was completed. It was the case with the mystery sister and the twins that I had no knowledge of. It was incredible that Matthew talked about the year he was born eight months after I shared with you The Strange Dream.
There might be no scientific proof to the mystical experiences or coincidences in my life. However, as far as I observed, there was definitely a touch of the Divine in the things that had unfolded.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The night before the teacher left, we gathered in Matthew's house. The whole house was crowded with people, and some I met for the first time. We wanted to stay in the teacher's presence as long as we could. We stayed until almost 3 am.
Thank you, Teacher! We look forward to seeing you again soon!
Truthfully,
Q of D
P. S. 1. In He said, "You are sincere.", I wrote about Matthew too.
2. Like last year, the 7-Day discourses were free. Our group pooled some money (very minimal) for our food and drinks during the two whole days spiritual retreat; there was no other charge. The teacher never accepted any money, and came to USA on his own.
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
The Spiritual Teacher Returns to give Discourses
Greetings!
I am excited about July and August. The spiritual teacher (a realized master) will return to give discourses later this month. He will stay until the middle of August. (Re The Spiritual Teacher's Birthday and other posts published from June to Oct. 2016.)
After the spiritual teacher returned to his country last September, our group met once a month. The master healer (the professor) came to be with us each month. He lived in a state that was far from our state. We were very grateful for his commitment to lead us.
Unlike last year, I might not write about the upcoming retreat except if I felt a certain happening would be beneficial to share. I wrote about what happened last year because it was the first time I went to a 7-day retreat. I learned many more people had signed up online for this year's retreat. That was wonderful!
My friends and I are looking forward to be in the presence of the spiritual teacher again. In joy, I share with you the good news.
Peace,
Q of D
I am excited about July and August. The spiritual teacher (a realized master) will return to give discourses later this month. He will stay until the middle of August. (Re The Spiritual Teacher's Birthday and other posts published from June to Oct. 2016.)
After the spiritual teacher returned to his country last September, our group met once a month. The master healer (the professor) came to be with us each month. He lived in a state that was far from our state. We were very grateful for his commitment to lead us.
Unlike last year, I might not write about the upcoming retreat except if I felt a certain happening would be beneficial to share. I wrote about what happened last year because it was the first time I went to a 7-day retreat. I learned many more people had signed up online for this year's retreat. That was wonderful!
My friends and I are looking forward to be in the presence of the spiritual teacher again. In joy, I share with you the good news.
Peace,
Q of D
Thursday, June 29, 2017
Music in the Air
Greetings!
I did not recall any dream for some days. Before I went to sleep last night, I prayed for help to remember my dreams if they were of significance.
I knew I had a long dream this morning. However, music in the air woke me up from my dream. It was early in the morning. It was not music in the apartment or in the neighborhood. It was something I perceived. With the music going on and on, I could not recall any part of my dream.
I was not good in remembering names and faces. It was the same with music. I seldom pay attention to the titles of songs except if I really liked them. Normally, I only remembered a couple of lines or a small portion of the lyrics of the songs that I knew. Sometimes I woke up hearing music I had not heard before. I dropped down some musical notes on paper, but could not hum the music in tune afterward. As with songs that I felt kind of familiar, I had a hard time of figuring out the title of the song. That was what happened this morning. I hummed the music over and over again. I finally got it that the song had the words "the newborn king".
So I signed into YouTube. The song was "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing". I read the lyrics, and listened to different singers (or groups) sang the song. Their voices might be beautiful, yet I felt something was missing. Then I clicked a flash mob video of "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing". Seeing the joyful smiles on some people's faces as well as watching those that came together to sing the song in goodwill and free spirit, I smiled joyfully too. (May 18, 2022 just found out it was not available on YouTube anymore)
I had watched some flash mob videos before, but I had not watched this one. Many of these videos were joyful to watch. Why did I hear "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" this morning? I did not know. Anyway, as I watched the flash mob video of this song, somehow I did not have the feeling that something was missing. It might be in the free spirit of giving and receiving, or of sharing joy, joy was fully expressed.
Many blessings,
Q of D
P.S. "Pass It On" and You Are My Sunshine are posts on music in the air too.
So I signed into YouTube. The song was "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing". I read the lyrics, and listened to different singers (or groups) sang the song. Their voices might be beautiful, yet I felt something was missing. Then I clicked a flash mob video of "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing". Seeing the joyful smiles on some people's faces as well as watching those that came together to sing the song in goodwill and free spirit, I smiled joyfully too. (May 18, 2022 just found out it was not available on YouTube anymore)
I had watched some flash mob videos before, but I had not watched this one. Many of these videos were joyful to watch. Why did I hear "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" this morning? I did not know. Anyway, as I watched the flash mob video of this song, somehow I did not have the feeling that something was missing. It might be in the free spirit of giving and receiving, or of sharing joy, joy was fully expressed.
Many blessings,
Q of D
P.S. "Pass It On" and You Are My Sunshine are posts on music in the air too.
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Our view of others and our positive attitude in any situation
Greetings!
While I am the Queen of Dreams, my loved ones are not into dreams. Sometimes my older son talks in his dreams as if he is having a conversation. He talks normally in his dream state. All these years, he had only shared with me one of his dreams. The dream he had was like a long, real-life story, and it had kind of changed one of his views about life afterward. My husband thinks he rarely dreams, but he does. From his inaudible sound and fighting hand movement, he seems to have nightmares once in a while. If I wake him up, he says he cannot remember his dream. I believe they easily forget their dreams because they think dreams are unimportant and not worth remembering.
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Here is a dream I would like to share with you.
Two women, one older than the other, walked past me. They were talking. They seemed to have an opinion about me. The older woman was an energy healer.
Then I saw three young men. One of them dressed elegantly, and acted as if he was superior than other people. When they walked past, the arrogant one bumped into me with his shoulder. I exclaimed. A young man was with me (my son?). He asked, "Are you alright? What happened?" I did not want to start any discord. I did not tell him another young man had incidentally knocked my shoulder. I intentionally said out loud, "Nothing! Someone just accidentally rushed past me."
Now the three young men were inside somewhere. They were not physically within my sight. However, I could feel their reaction from where I was. Hearing my words, the young man that bumped into me with his shoulder felt he was wrong, and should not have done that.
The reaction of the young man made the dream me realize others could change when I changed how I felt about them and handled a situation with a positive attitude.
I thought of the woman who was an energy healer. I decided to reach out to her. In the dream, the woman was delighted I took the first step of talking to her. So there we were talking to one another. She was all smiles. We talked about energy and healing.
I woke up. I went over the dream. With my sensitive nature, I knew who was happy, sad, friendly, or distant since I was a child. In the dream, I saw how positively others responded when I treated them with a positive embracing attitude. I realized I should discern any judgmental, negative feeling of others that I might have in the first instant.
I had this dream a few years ago. At the end of the entry, I wrote - good dream, good input, right on, thank you.
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If you are also interested in dreams, please read my posts on dreams by clicking the label "dreams".
Have a good night!
Many blessings,
Q of D
While I am the Queen of Dreams, my loved ones are not into dreams. Sometimes my older son talks in his dreams as if he is having a conversation. He talks normally in his dream state. All these years, he had only shared with me one of his dreams. The dream he had was like a long, real-life story, and it had kind of changed one of his views about life afterward. My husband thinks he rarely dreams, but he does. From his inaudible sound and fighting hand movement, he seems to have nightmares once in a while. If I wake him up, he says he cannot remember his dream. I believe they easily forget their dreams because they think dreams are unimportant and not worth remembering.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Here is a dream I would like to share with you.
Two women, one older than the other, walked past me. They were talking. They seemed to have an opinion about me. The older woman was an energy healer.
Then I saw three young men. One of them dressed elegantly, and acted as if he was superior than other people. When they walked past, the arrogant one bumped into me with his shoulder. I exclaimed. A young man was with me (my son?). He asked, "Are you alright? What happened?" I did not want to start any discord. I did not tell him another young man had incidentally knocked my shoulder. I intentionally said out loud, "Nothing! Someone just accidentally rushed past me."
Now the three young men were inside somewhere. They were not physically within my sight. However, I could feel their reaction from where I was. Hearing my words, the young man that bumped into me with his shoulder felt he was wrong, and should not have done that.
The reaction of the young man made the dream me realize others could change when I changed how I felt about them and handled a situation with a positive attitude.
I thought of the woman who was an energy healer. I decided to reach out to her. In the dream, the woman was delighted I took the first step of talking to her. So there we were talking to one another. She was all smiles. We talked about energy and healing.
I woke up. I went over the dream. With my sensitive nature, I knew who was happy, sad, friendly, or distant since I was a child. In the dream, I saw how positively others responded when I treated them with a positive embracing attitude. I realized I should discern any judgmental, negative feeling of others that I might have in the first instant.
I had this dream a few years ago. At the end of the entry, I wrote - good dream, good input, right on, thank you.
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If you are also interested in dreams, please read my posts on dreams by clicking the label "dreams".
Have a good night!
Many blessings,
Q of D
Thursday, June 8, 2017
The man in the UFO
Greetings!
In a recent gathering, a friend said another friend was a Sirian. Then she turned to me and said, "You are from *** , aren't you?" ( *** She mentioned a galactic constellation. I did not hear her clearly. I did not ask her to repeat.) I did not expect to hear that. I said, "I don't know." Honestly, I did not know. I never thought about it.
The Thursday circle facilitator used to say she knew she was from Venus. I had always wondered how she knew, but I never asked. Some of my friends at the small church I called my spiritual home were very into UFOs and aliens. I knew very little about these subjects. It might be I only subscribed to the Internet in recent years.
Though I was not into such subject, I did have a few dreams of UFO and aliens. As I had mentioned, most of my dreams were feel dreams (i.e. there was no clear image, and I only felt what went on). When I saw clear or vivid images, those dreams usually turned out to be of significance. Strangely, the few dreams I had of UFO and aliens were all vivid dreams!
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Below was one of those dreams.
In the morning of our Chinese New Year Day (1/29/2006), I had a dream. The dream setting was in broad daylight.
I was inside somewhere (an upper level of a structure or building). I saw UFO in the sky. I saw one, and then saw another one. I saw many UFOs in the sky. Some big and some small. I said, "Look! Many UFOs!" It seemed my older son was there too.
Then an UFO flew very close to the window. A man in his 30 s with reddish skin leaned to one side of the UFO so that I could see him clearly. He sat there comfortably. He waved and said, "I just drop by to say 'hi' because I will meet you in the future. You will not remember me. But, I will know you." I waved and said, "Hi!"
When I woke up, I remembered the dream vividly. There was joy as we waved at each other.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The above dream comes to my mind after my friend's out of nowhere comment. If my dream is foretelling, I wonder when will I meet the man in the UFO, or if we have already met.
Love,
Q of D
In a recent gathering, a friend said another friend was a Sirian. Then she turned to me and said, "You are from *** , aren't you?" ( *** She mentioned a galactic constellation. I did not hear her clearly. I did not ask her to repeat.) I did not expect to hear that. I said, "I don't know." Honestly, I did not know. I never thought about it.
The Thursday circle facilitator used to say she knew she was from Venus. I had always wondered how she knew, but I never asked. Some of my friends at the small church I called my spiritual home were very into UFOs and aliens. I knew very little about these subjects. It might be I only subscribed to the Internet in recent years.
Though I was not into such subject, I did have a few dreams of UFO and aliens. As I had mentioned, most of my dreams were feel dreams (i.e. there was no clear image, and I only felt what went on). When I saw clear or vivid images, those dreams usually turned out to be of significance. Strangely, the few dreams I had of UFO and aliens were all vivid dreams!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Below was one of those dreams.
In the morning of our Chinese New Year Day (1/29/2006), I had a dream. The dream setting was in broad daylight.
I was inside somewhere (an upper level of a structure or building). I saw UFO in the sky. I saw one, and then saw another one. I saw many UFOs in the sky. Some big and some small. I said, "Look! Many UFOs!" It seemed my older son was there too.
Then an UFO flew very close to the window. A man in his 30 s with reddish skin leaned to one side of the UFO so that I could see him clearly. He sat there comfortably. He waved and said, "I just drop by to say 'hi' because I will meet you in the future. You will not remember me. But, I will know you." I waved and said, "Hi!"
When I woke up, I remembered the dream vividly. There was joy as we waved at each other.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The above dream comes to my mind after my friend's out of nowhere comment. If my dream is foretelling, I wonder when will I meet the man in the UFO, or if we have already met.
Love,
Q of D
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Living in the Joy of Living
Greetings!
My last post The Unfolding of A Test was first published in 2013. I edited it and published it again because there were two more interesting incidents that happened on the same day. I did not include them in that post because I felt they had nothing to do with the test. As I read what happened on that day again, I felt I should share those two incidents to complete the story of that remarkable day.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It was a chilly morning. At times, the wind was gusty.
Before I drove to the Center for the Thursday circle, I had to drop off my husband at a big shopping center. His friend who owned a restaurant in the mall needed his help in the kitchen.
As I was driving away, I saw a shopping cart flying in the parking lot. The wind was blowing hard. The stray cart was about to hit a car or some cars. Immediately, I parked my car. I ran as fast as I could to stop the cart from hitting any car. I brought the cart to a shopping cart corral.
I got back into my car, and turned on the radio. My favorite music *** started. My heart was filled with tenderness and gratitude for the love of the Divine. On my way to the Center, I kept thanking my angels, angels, and God. I said, "God, I already have my first miracle of the day. I have not heard this piece of music on the radio for many months! Thank you!"
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*** Other than "Night Vision - Pieces of a Dream", this piece of music also gave me much love and comfort in the challenging years. While "Night Vision - Pieces of a Dream" opened me up to the wonders of being in relationship with the Divine, this piece of music touched me deeply on a heart level. As a human being, sometimes I did not understand why this or that happened in my life. When it happened, I felt unsettled. One day, I turned on the radio, and this piece of music was playing. As I listened, my feelings within began to flow in sync with the music as if it was the music in my heart. I did not get to know the title of the music because the radio continued to play other jazz music. Knowing my love for the music, my loving angels were at work again. I got to hear that music in a special way or as a special treat once in a while.
What was the title of the music? It was "Here in My Heart" by Eric Marienthal. I supposed you could guess how surprised I was when I finally heard the title. Here in my heart was how I felt when I listened to the music!
One year, my loved ones bought the CD for me as a gift. "Here in my heart" was #7 in Eric Marienthal's CD. He used "Walk Tall" (#3) as the title of his CD. Interestingly, I found this comment on YouTube - Too bad the title of the video is messed up. It should be "Here in my heart." I composed this for Eric. He did a nice job on the sax part. Rob Mullins.
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After the Thursday circle, I went home and ate lunch. Later, I picked up a spiritual magazine. Holding the magazine in my hands, a thought came to me, "I am not going to just read any page. I am going to pray that I shall turn to a page that means something to me." Then I prayed to turn to a page that I was supposed to read. Here came miracle #2.
I read an article. It was a very good article. (It might be a book review, but I did not write down what it was about in my journal.) When I read to the last paragraph, my mouth opened wide.
The author wrote - Oh, there's a message for someone I was "told" as I read the book. To paraphrase it "Keep on going ahead, a step at a time. There is someone waiting for you around the next corner. Don't stop now." Do the words in this article speak to you? I wonder, is it a coincidence that you are reading this today?
Wow!
Both psychics in my 2006 readings had told me to take one step at a time, and hinted that someone at the other end or around the corner was waiting for me. After the readings, I had taken small steps such as signed up to be a volunteer at two places, but my effort only led to frustration. For example, after interviews and other necessary procedure, the woman in charge of volunteers in a hospital asked me to buy a uniform. However, she did not schedule me to go in. When I called, she was never there. After two months, I went to the hospital, returned the uniform, and asked for a refund. All of these happened before I read the article. I felt discouraged, and had given up the idea of volunteering.
Life's coincidences had always amazed me. Reading the article particularly the last paragraph renewed my strength and will to keep going on my spiritual path. About two months later, I began volunteering in a soup kitchen. In March 2007, I participated in a 2-day healing workshop.
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When I finally settled down to record the happenings of that day, I wrote "What a day!" on the top of the page. I regarded my shopping trip to the store and the sighting of a car with 111 license plate (angel number) as miracle #3. Though I was trembling all the way home after I spoke up during the lecture, I eventually looked at the whole experience as miracle #4. (Re my last post The Unfolding of a Test )
To me, it was indeed a remarkable day. Most people probably did not see these incidents as miracles. I lived in the joy of living.
With my experiences of "Night Vision - Pieces of a Dream" and "Here in my heart", I knew what a blesssing it was to hear the music right from the beginning. I had not heard "Here in my heart" for many months. It was very special that I heard it after I brought the stray shopping cart to the cart corral.
Did I think the message in the article was just for me? No. I believed there were others that read the article felt the message was what they needed at that time of their lives.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
My friends, since you are reading my blog, I am passing this message to you.
"Keep on going ahead, a step at a time. There is someone waiting for you around the next corner. Don't stop now."
Love and blessings,
Q of D
My last post The Unfolding of A Test was first published in 2013. I edited it and published it again because there were two more interesting incidents that happened on the same day. I did not include them in that post because I felt they had nothing to do with the test. As I read what happened on that day again, I felt I should share those two incidents to complete the story of that remarkable day.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It was a chilly morning. At times, the wind was gusty.
Before I drove to the Center for the Thursday circle, I had to drop off my husband at a big shopping center. His friend who owned a restaurant in the mall needed his help in the kitchen.
As I was driving away, I saw a shopping cart flying in the parking lot. The wind was blowing hard. The stray cart was about to hit a car or some cars. Immediately, I parked my car. I ran as fast as I could to stop the cart from hitting any car. I brought the cart to a shopping cart corral.
I got back into my car, and turned on the radio. My favorite music *** started. My heart was filled with tenderness and gratitude for the love of the Divine. On my way to the Center, I kept thanking my angels, angels, and God. I said, "God, I already have my first miracle of the day. I have not heard this piece of music on the radio for many months! Thank you!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
*** Other than "Night Vision - Pieces of a Dream", this piece of music also gave me much love and comfort in the challenging years. While "Night Vision - Pieces of a Dream" opened me up to the wonders of being in relationship with the Divine, this piece of music touched me deeply on a heart level. As a human being, sometimes I did not understand why this or that happened in my life. When it happened, I felt unsettled. One day, I turned on the radio, and this piece of music was playing. As I listened, my feelings within began to flow in sync with the music as if it was the music in my heart. I did not get to know the title of the music because the radio continued to play other jazz music. Knowing my love for the music, my loving angels were at work again. I got to hear that music in a special way or as a special treat once in a while.
What was the title of the music? It was "Here in My Heart" by Eric Marienthal. I supposed you could guess how surprised I was when I finally heard the title. Here in my heart was how I felt when I listened to the music!
One year, my loved ones bought the CD for me as a gift. "Here in my heart" was #7 in Eric Marienthal's CD. He used "Walk Tall" (#3) as the title of his CD. Interestingly, I found this comment on YouTube - Too bad the title of the video is messed up. It should be "Here in my heart." I composed this for Eric. He did a nice job on the sax part. Rob Mullins.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
After the Thursday circle, I went home and ate lunch. Later, I picked up a spiritual magazine. Holding the magazine in my hands, a thought came to me, "I am not going to just read any page. I am going to pray that I shall turn to a page that means something to me." Then I prayed to turn to a page that I was supposed to read. Here came miracle #2.
I read an article. It was a very good article. (It might be a book review, but I did not write down what it was about in my journal.) When I read to the last paragraph, my mouth opened wide.
The author wrote - Oh, there's a message for someone I was "told" as I read the book. To paraphrase it "Keep on going ahead, a step at a time. There is someone waiting for you around the next corner. Don't stop now." Do the words in this article speak to you? I wonder, is it a coincidence that you are reading this today?
Wow!
Both psychics in my 2006 readings had told me to take one step at a time, and hinted that someone at the other end or around the corner was waiting for me. After the readings, I had taken small steps such as signed up to be a volunteer at two places, but my effort only led to frustration. For example, after interviews and other necessary procedure, the woman in charge of volunteers in a hospital asked me to buy a uniform. However, she did not schedule me to go in. When I called, she was never there. After two months, I went to the hospital, returned the uniform, and asked for a refund. All of these happened before I read the article. I felt discouraged, and had given up the idea of volunteering.
Life's coincidences had always amazed me. Reading the article particularly the last paragraph renewed my strength and will to keep going on my spiritual path. About two months later, I began volunteering in a soup kitchen. In March 2007, I participated in a 2-day healing workshop.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When I finally settled down to record the happenings of that day, I wrote "What a day!" on the top of the page. I regarded my shopping trip to the store and the sighting of a car with 111 license plate (angel number) as miracle #3. Though I was trembling all the way home after I spoke up during the lecture, I eventually looked at the whole experience as miracle #4. (Re my last post The Unfolding of a Test )
To me, it was indeed a remarkable day. Most people probably did not see these incidents as miracles. I lived in the joy of living.
With my experiences of "Night Vision - Pieces of a Dream" and "Here in my heart", I knew what a blesssing it was to hear the music right from the beginning. I had not heard "Here in my heart" for many months. It was very special that I heard it after I brought the stray shopping cart to the cart corral.
Did I think the message in the article was just for me? No. I believed there were others that read the article felt the message was what they needed at that time of their lives.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
My friends, since you are reading my blog, I am passing this message to you.
"Keep on going ahead, a step at a time. There is someone waiting for you around the next corner. Don't stop now."
Love and blessings,
Q of D
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
The Unfolding of a Test - Being Authentic is be . . .
Greetings!
Have it ever happened to you that you have no plan of going to an event, but you keep getting the nudge to go? That was what happened to me one day years ago.
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In my two years with the Thursday circle, I believed the facilitator, a loving spiritual teacher and professional psychic, must have meditated on what to share before the start of the circle. She usually talked for a while in the beginning of the circle. Though she did not say it directly, her words often seemed to be of significance to one or two of us. On a few occasions, she said the information was for all of us.
One day, the facilitator began the circle talking about being authentic. She talked for quite a while. In her words, "Being authentic is be who we really are and speak the truth."
After she finished, we talked. Some shared their recent spiritual experiences. A woman said she was going to give a lecture on "Soul Mates" in the Center at 7 p.m. that night. She said she was a psychic. A few at the circle seemed to know her. I had not seen her before.
Later, the facilitator brought out a deck of angel cards. She asked some people to draw a card randomly from the deck and relate the info that came to them. Only four people got to draw a card for the circle was supposed to end at noon. The woman drew the "Enchantment" card. After holding the card for a while, she said it was for the one that wore blue (i.e. me, she did not know my name). She said: "People would be mesmerized by you. They are attracted by you. They want to follow you." In my mind, I wondered what mesmerize meant. Seeing my puzzling look, she said: "It is like you look into their eyes, and they will be in a hypnotized state." Lightheartedly, I reacted by looking at my friends as if I wanted to hypnotize them. All of us had a good laugh. She was open and friendly. We liked her.
When the circle was over, a friend told me she had decided she would not go to a family party for some had been mean to her in previous gatherings. She said she finally realized she did not have to be nice and sweet all the time. As I listened, her words triggered some memories. In my Dec. 2001 reading by a known angel channel, I was told that I did not have to be nice and sweet all the time; it was important for me to speak the truth (or what I knew), and I should not concern myself with what others might think of me.
In the afternoon, I went to buy grocery. Mid-way to the store, suddenly gusty wind began to blow with lots of snow flying down from the sky. I was peaceful for I knew the sun would soon come out. It did. When I came out of the store, I felt very grateful for everything had gone on smoothly. On my way home, I was all smiles when I saw a car with a 111 (angel number) license plate. Immediately, I said in my heart: "God, I will go where you want me to go. Guides and angels, please guide me."
I was married. I had no plan of going to the Center for the lecture on soul mates, but the lecture kept coming up in my mind. At 6:42 p.m., the energy around my crown vibrated vigorously. I 'got' it I should go. I said to my guides and angels: "You must be kidding! Why should I pay money to hear a lecture on soul mates? Give me a reason." Still, I 'got' it that I should go. I continued to prepare our dinner. I put rice in the rice cooker and corn beef in a pot of water. Then I had an upset stomach. The nudge for me to go to the center was strong. I said: "Forget about it! I am not going. It is almost 7 p.m." My stomach hurt. I had to go to the bathroom. Meanwhile, the prompting to go to the Center continued. Finally, I said: "Okay, I am going. Please make sure I do not need to use the bathroom while I am there!" Hurriedly, I gave instructions to my son as what to do with the food.
When I arrived at the Center, I walked in feeling very embarrassed because I was really late. I sat down. I was surprised at what I heard. Soon I had to raise my hand and talked briefly about what I knew. Then she talked about twin souls. She said our twin souls were our opposites - if we were good, our twin souls were evil; if we were living a good life, our twin souls were probably in jail or living in poverty. I had to raise my hand again. I said: "As far as I know, it is not the case. Twin souls complement one another . . ." I was trembling because I really did not want to ruin her lecture. A man at the back of the room yelled for me to shut up. After I finished what I had to say, I did not raise my hand for the rest of the night.
I arrived very late. Then I interrupted the lecture again and again. There was no time for me to think, and I spoke up as I had. Of course, I later realized I had put myself in the hot seat.
Strangely, after I spoke up, the lecturer said she knew she was a very young soul and not an old soul. She said her present lifetime could be her first life on earth. Though she had been a psychic for some years, she said this was her first lecture. During the lecture, the owner of the center substantiated what I said with brief comments. After I stopped raising my hand, she joined in making a comment here and there guiding the class in a positive direction.
Most of the people in attendance were teenage girls and women eager to learn how to find their future partners. Some expressed fear when the lecturer said their twin souls were evil if they were good. We could have different beliefs / philosophy, but it was a different matter for someone to teach something way off at the center. The lecture was fear base, and could cause confusion for some in attendance.
When the lecture was over, I went to the owner of the center. I apologized for my interruption. I briefly told her why I was late for I had not planned to come to the lecture at all. She said she had no idea the lecture was going to be liked that. As the owner of the center, she could not speak as freely as I could. She was very glad that I came. She said it might be a test for me to see if I would speak up when I knew it was not the truth. She also said the teacher of the Thursday circle would be very proud of me for speaking the truth.
It was a cold night. I trembled as I drove home. I put myself in the lecturer's shoes. It must be terrible for this was her first lecture. I questioned my guides and angels for prompting me to go there.
At home, I looked back at the events of the day.
It started with the talk that "being authentic is be who we really are and speak the truth." Later, my friend's words reminded me of the reading in which I was told that it was important for me to speak the truth or what I knew. When I saw the car with the 111 license plate, I had vowed to go where God wanted me to go. When the owner of the center said it might be a test, I heard a 'ding' in my head as a confirming 'yes'. I finally understood what happened during the day was the unfolding of a test!
Two days later, I had a long dream. The facilitator of the Thursday circle and a woman came into my dream. At the end of the dream, the teacher looked at me gently with love and compassion. She turned me to face the woman who was in her 50 s with an oval face. She also looked at me with love and compassion. She started to sing "The Good In You".
Knowing that I might be beating myself up for ruining the woman's first lecture, the owner of the center must have called the facilitator about what happened. As a loving teacher and friend, she could not wait until the next Thursday meeting. She appeared in my dream with her guide or a master to comfort me.
I was able to restore my peace for I had never intended to hurt anyone, and I did not speak up out of self-righteousness.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Since the above incident, I have found myself in places that I have not intended to go, and in similar unexpected situations a few more times. (For examples, Part 1 - The Unexpected Incident that eventually led me to The Gathering)
A few people felt I was wrong to speak up. They regarded my speaking up as not loving enough or an act of showing one's superiority. My friends understood me and supported me. They knew I never liked attention, and had no sense of superiority. Over the years, I had come to understand people's outward reactions to a situation might not reflect the truth. For instance, in the above case, the few that judged me might be there to help me learn the lesson of discernment. The lecturer might be an instrument in the divine plan to test me if I would have the courage to speak up knowing what she said was not true. Likewise, I could be an instrument in their life lessons as they formed a judgment of me when I spoke up. (Please click to view We are all tools in the divine plan)
We are all interconnected. We are all tools in the divine plan. In my case, I examine my intention and my action. I know I do not speak up out of ego, but out of love. I am at peace.
Love,
Q of D
Have it ever happened to you that you have no plan of going to an event, but you keep getting the nudge to go? That was what happened to me one day years ago.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
In my two years with the Thursday circle, I believed the facilitator, a loving spiritual teacher and professional psychic, must have meditated on what to share before the start of the circle. She usually talked for a while in the beginning of the circle. Though she did not say it directly, her words often seemed to be of significance to one or two of us. On a few occasions, she said the information was for all of us.
One day, the facilitator began the circle talking about being authentic. She talked for quite a while. In her words, "Being authentic is be who we really are and speak the truth."
After she finished, we talked. Some shared their recent spiritual experiences. A woman said she was going to give a lecture on "Soul Mates" in the Center at 7 p.m. that night. She said she was a psychic. A few at the circle seemed to know her. I had not seen her before.
Later, the facilitator brought out a deck of angel cards. She asked some people to draw a card randomly from the deck and relate the info that came to them. Only four people got to draw a card for the circle was supposed to end at noon. The woman drew the "Enchantment" card. After holding the card for a while, she said it was for the one that wore blue (i.e. me, she did not know my name). She said: "People would be mesmerized by you. They are attracted by you. They want to follow you." In my mind, I wondered what mesmerize meant. Seeing my puzzling look, she said: "It is like you look into their eyes, and they will be in a hypnotized state." Lightheartedly, I reacted by looking at my friends as if I wanted to hypnotize them. All of us had a good laugh. She was open and friendly. We liked her.
When the circle was over, a friend told me she had decided she would not go to a family party for some had been mean to her in previous gatherings. She said she finally realized she did not have to be nice and sweet all the time. As I listened, her words triggered some memories. In my Dec. 2001 reading by a known angel channel, I was told that I did not have to be nice and sweet all the time; it was important for me to speak the truth (or what I knew), and I should not concern myself with what others might think of me.
In the afternoon, I went to buy grocery. Mid-way to the store, suddenly gusty wind began to blow with lots of snow flying down from the sky. I was peaceful for I knew the sun would soon come out. It did. When I came out of the store, I felt very grateful for everything had gone on smoothly. On my way home, I was all smiles when I saw a car with a 111 (angel number) license plate. Immediately, I said in my heart: "God, I will go where you want me to go. Guides and angels, please guide me."
I was married. I had no plan of going to the Center for the lecture on soul mates, but the lecture kept coming up in my mind. At 6:42 p.m., the energy around my crown vibrated vigorously. I 'got' it I should go. I said to my guides and angels: "You must be kidding! Why should I pay money to hear a lecture on soul mates? Give me a reason." Still, I 'got' it that I should go. I continued to prepare our dinner. I put rice in the rice cooker and corn beef in a pot of water. Then I had an upset stomach. The nudge for me to go to the center was strong. I said: "Forget about it! I am not going. It is almost 7 p.m." My stomach hurt. I had to go to the bathroom. Meanwhile, the prompting to go to the Center continued. Finally, I said: "Okay, I am going. Please make sure I do not need to use the bathroom while I am there!" Hurriedly, I gave instructions to my son as what to do with the food.
When I arrived at the Center, I walked in feeling very embarrassed because I was really late. I sat down. I was surprised at what I heard. Soon I had to raise my hand and talked briefly about what I knew. Then she talked about twin souls. She said our twin souls were our opposites - if we were good, our twin souls were evil; if we were living a good life, our twin souls were probably in jail or living in poverty. I had to raise my hand again. I said: "As far as I know, it is not the case. Twin souls complement one another . . ." I was trembling because I really did not want to ruin her lecture. A man at the back of the room yelled for me to shut up. After I finished what I had to say, I did not raise my hand for the rest of the night.
I arrived very late. Then I interrupted the lecture again and again. There was no time for me to think, and I spoke up as I had. Of course, I later realized I had put myself in the hot seat.
Strangely, after I spoke up, the lecturer said she knew she was a very young soul and not an old soul. She said her present lifetime could be her first life on earth. Though she had been a psychic for some years, she said this was her first lecture. During the lecture, the owner of the center substantiated what I said with brief comments. After I stopped raising my hand, she joined in making a comment here and there guiding the class in a positive direction.
Most of the people in attendance were teenage girls and women eager to learn how to find their future partners. Some expressed fear when the lecturer said their twin souls were evil if they were good. We could have different beliefs / philosophy, but it was a different matter for someone to teach something way off at the center. The lecture was fear base, and could cause confusion for some in attendance.
When the lecture was over, I went to the owner of the center. I apologized for my interruption. I briefly told her why I was late for I had not planned to come to the lecture at all. She said she had no idea the lecture was going to be liked that. As the owner of the center, she could not speak as freely as I could. She was very glad that I came. She said it might be a test for me to see if I would speak up when I knew it was not the truth. She also said the teacher of the Thursday circle would be very proud of me for speaking the truth.
It was a cold night. I trembled as I drove home. I put myself in the lecturer's shoes. It must be terrible for this was her first lecture. I questioned my guides and angels for prompting me to go there.
At home, I looked back at the events of the day.
It started with the talk that "being authentic is be who we really are and speak the truth." Later, my friend's words reminded me of the reading in which I was told that it was important for me to speak the truth or what I knew. When I saw the car with the 111 license plate, I had vowed to go where God wanted me to go. When the owner of the center said it might be a test, I heard a 'ding' in my head as a confirming 'yes'. I finally understood what happened during the day was the unfolding of a test!
Two days later, I had a long dream. The facilitator of the Thursday circle and a woman came into my dream. At the end of the dream, the teacher looked at me gently with love and compassion. She turned me to face the woman who was in her 50 s with an oval face. She also looked at me with love and compassion. She started to sing "The Good In You".
Knowing that I might be beating myself up for ruining the woman's first lecture, the owner of the center must have called the facilitator about what happened. As a loving teacher and friend, she could not wait until the next Thursday meeting. She appeared in my dream with her guide or a master to comfort me.
I was able to restore my peace for I had never intended to hurt anyone, and I did not speak up out of self-righteousness.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Since the above incident, I have found myself in places that I have not intended to go, and in similar unexpected situations a few more times. (For examples, Part 1 - The Unexpected Incident that eventually led me to The Gathering)
A few people felt I was wrong to speak up. They regarded my speaking up as not loving enough or an act of showing one's superiority. My friends understood me and supported me. They knew I never liked attention, and had no sense of superiority. Over the years, I had come to understand people's outward reactions to a situation might not reflect the truth. For instance, in the above case, the few that judged me might be there to help me learn the lesson of discernment. The lecturer might be an instrument in the divine plan to test me if I would have the courage to speak up knowing what she said was not true. Likewise, I could be an instrument in their life lessons as they formed a judgment of me when I spoke up. (Please click to view We are all tools in the divine plan)
We are all interconnected. We are all tools in the divine plan. In my case, I examine my intention and my action. I know I do not speak up out of ego, but out of love. I am at peace.
Love,
Q of D
Friday, May 12, 2017
My friends said, "Everybody is psychic, and you are too."
Greetings!
Today I read an interesting entry in my old journal.
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When I was with the Thursday circle, we had to give a brief introduction of ourselves whenever there were new comers. I used to say, "I am Q of D. I am a simple Chinese woman." Sometimes I added, "I am the only one in the circle that is not psychic."
Every now and then, the facilitator guided us to practice our psychic skills. Most of my friends at the circle were long time spiritual seekers. Some were professional psychics, mediums, healers, spiritual teachers, and workshop facilitators. They were very intuitive. After a practice, they had a lot to share. They described the colorful images they saw and the sound they heard. I had fun and joy listening to them. As for me, I did not seem to get anything. I did not see any image or hear anything. My friends said, "Everybody is psychic, and you are too." I said, "When I was small, I could visualize vivid images. Now, I do not see anything when I close my eyes." My friends said, "It is alright. Some are clairvoyant, and some are not. You can feel or sense what comes to you. Next time, just relax and don't worry about it."
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Now, let me go to the incident in my journal. When this happened, I had been with the circle for about eight months.
That day we practiced billet reading. Each one of us wrote something we wanted to know on a small piece of paper, folded it, and put it into a bag. Then we took turn getting a piece of paper from the bag. With the folded paper in our hands, we were supposed to relate the information that came to us intuitively.
On my paper, I wrote "When will we move? Where?" I would like to point out that all of us had no idea whose paper we held in our hands or what the question was. One by one, we practiced our intuitive skill. A brother saw clear images of roads leading to a residential area and the nearby businesses. I did not know what kind of questions others wrote on their papers, but I was sure his information was for me. When he unfolded the paper, it was indeed mine.
When it was my turn, the following words and numbers came to my mind.
Love
3 - 5
2
The name of a man
I did not know what to make of it. I could not relate what I received in a logical or an expanded way as others did. I decided to simply tell my friends what I got. A sister that joined us in recent weeks jumped up from her chair. She said, "Oh, my god, you must be answering my question!" She told us she planned to go on a 2-week trip on March 5 (3 - 5). She said her question on the paper was "Who will go on the trip with me?" Of course, it was about love. She had a friend / coworker with that name. She was surprised because (at the time) they were just friends. I unfolded the piece of paper I held in my hand. It was hers.
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In the challenging restaurant years, I had some mystical experiences in the last quarter of 1999. In 2000, I began to read many metaphysical and spiritual books. It was then I realized I could no longer visualize. I tried to regain my ability by following steps in books to no avail. When I joined the Thursday circle in 2005, the abilities of my friends to see and hear amazed me. Subconsciously, I accepted they were psychic and I was not.
As young, my family, my mother in particular, regarded me as intuitive. From time to time, we all displayed our natural ability of intuition yet we might not think much of it. For instance, I knew the birds would circle above me three times when I saw them flying in our direction. When the energy around my crown vibrated, I sensed the restaurant inspector was coming to our restaurant. I was driving, and my son was with me. I asked him to call his father. I wanted to know if I should return to the restaurant since he did not speak much English. My husband thought that I worried too much. After he put down the phone, the inspector walked in.
Looking back, I understood I got nothing during psychic practice because I had my mind set I could not. This day I realized how easy it was to adapt a wrong view of self and / or others.
My friends, have you formed any negative, limiting view of yourself? It may be time to examine your view, and release it.
Love,
Q of D
Today I read an interesting entry in my old journal.
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When I was with the Thursday circle, we had to give a brief introduction of ourselves whenever there were new comers. I used to say, "I am Q of D. I am a simple Chinese woman." Sometimes I added, "I am the only one in the circle that is not psychic."
Every now and then, the facilitator guided us to practice our psychic skills. Most of my friends at the circle were long time spiritual seekers. Some were professional psychics, mediums, healers, spiritual teachers, and workshop facilitators. They were very intuitive. After a practice, they had a lot to share. They described the colorful images they saw and the sound they heard. I had fun and joy listening to them. As for me, I did not seem to get anything. I did not see any image or hear anything. My friends said, "Everybody is psychic, and you are too." I said, "When I was small, I could visualize vivid images. Now, I do not see anything when I close my eyes." My friends said, "It is alright. Some are clairvoyant, and some are not. You can feel or sense what comes to you. Next time, just relax and don't worry about it."
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Now, let me go to the incident in my journal. When this happened, I had been with the circle for about eight months.
That day we practiced billet reading. Each one of us wrote something we wanted to know on a small piece of paper, folded it, and put it into a bag. Then we took turn getting a piece of paper from the bag. With the folded paper in our hands, we were supposed to relate the information that came to us intuitively.
On my paper, I wrote "When will we move? Where?" I would like to point out that all of us had no idea whose paper we held in our hands or what the question was. One by one, we practiced our intuitive skill. A brother saw clear images of roads leading to a residential area and the nearby businesses. I did not know what kind of questions others wrote on their papers, but I was sure his information was for me. When he unfolded the paper, it was indeed mine.
When it was my turn, the following words and numbers came to my mind.
Love
3 - 5
2
The name of a man
I did not know what to make of it. I could not relate what I received in a logical or an expanded way as others did. I decided to simply tell my friends what I got. A sister that joined us in recent weeks jumped up from her chair. She said, "Oh, my god, you must be answering my question!" She told us she planned to go on a 2-week trip on March 5 (3 - 5). She said her question on the paper was "Who will go on the trip with me?" Of course, it was about love. She had a friend / coworker with that name. She was surprised because (at the time) they were just friends. I unfolded the piece of paper I held in my hand. It was hers.
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In the challenging restaurant years, I had some mystical experiences in the last quarter of 1999. In 2000, I began to read many metaphysical and spiritual books. It was then I realized I could no longer visualize. I tried to regain my ability by following steps in books to no avail. When I joined the Thursday circle in 2005, the abilities of my friends to see and hear amazed me. Subconsciously, I accepted they were psychic and I was not.
As young, my family, my mother in particular, regarded me as intuitive. From time to time, we all displayed our natural ability of intuition yet we might not think much of it. For instance, I knew the birds would circle above me three times when I saw them flying in our direction. When the energy around my crown vibrated, I sensed the restaurant inspector was coming to our restaurant. I was driving, and my son was with me. I asked him to call his father. I wanted to know if I should return to the restaurant since he did not speak much English. My husband thought that I worried too much. After he put down the phone, the inspector walked in.
Looking back, I understood I got nothing during psychic practice because I had my mind set I could not. This day I realized how easy it was to adapt a wrong view of self and / or others.
My friends, have you formed any negative, limiting view of yourself? It may be time to examine your view, and release it.
Love,
Q of D
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Is our thought a secret known only to ourselves?
Greetings!
Most of us think what we hold in our mind is a secret known only to ourselves, but it is not necessary so.
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One day, I was in a fruit market. When I lined up to pay, quite a few people were ahead of me. I saw a young man with down syndrome standing behind a woman whom I assumed was his mother. They were next in line at the cash register counter. In other words, there were some people standing between me and them.
A man was behind this mother and son. He stood at a distance from them. He took a quick look at the young man on and off. He seemed to be uncomfortable or nervous seeing the appearance of the young man. In our human nature, it was not uncommon for us to keep a distance from those that looked different. In my heart, I mentally sent the young man with down syndrome my love and blessings. As soon as I did that, the woman (or his mother) turned to look at me. She said to her son: "Go and give the Chinese lady a hug." So we hugged while others looked on wondering what was going on.
The young man's mother was very intuitive. She heard the words from my heart.
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The other day I was in a grocery store. My husband always chose to line up where the line was the shortest and people bought the least items. He signaled for me to line up at cash register 7. It was a busy day at the store. We were probably the fifth or sixth in line.
While I stood there, the cashier happened to look my way. For a brief second, our eyes met. She looked tired, and her face was tight. I could sense her irritation. I thought, "Oh! No. The cashier is in a negative mood." Right then, another thought rose to counter my first thought, "Of course, she feels irritated because she has been busy all day. I should change my view of her. I should be understanding, and should look at her with love." With this thought, I looked at the cashier with an understanding smile. At that instant, the cashier happened to raise her head and look at me. She let out a broad smile. When it was my turn, she was friendly and happy. She seemed to have a refill of energy, and did not look tired anymore.
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This incident happened before I joined the Thursday circle in 2005.
My husband and I went to a store. We always shopped at the produce department first because I loved to eat fruit. Suddenly, I felt I was being watched. A young Mexican woman (I assumed) in her late teens or early 20 s was standing a few feet away. She looked at me with her eyes widely opened. I looked at her with a questioning look. She just smiled shyly. I continued walking, and she followed. I talked to my husband about it. He thought I should pay no attention to it.
I filled my shopping cart as I walked. The young woman did not have a shopping cart with her. Aisle after aisle she followed me. Sometimes I looked at her with a smile, and she smiled back. When we were near the last two or three aisles of the store, she suddenly walked away in a rush.
When I walked to the next aisle, I saw her again. She was talking to a young Mexican man whom I assumed was her husband. They were at the end of that aisle. Her husband had a shopping cart filled with grocery. By their side was a little girl about two years old. The young woman pointed at me, and seemed to push her husband to talk to me. However, he was as shy as she was. I decided to leave the aisle instead of walking in their direction.
The young woman made a sound as if asking me to wait. I stopped. She grabbed her daughter's hand and pulled her towards me. When they were a few feet from me, I heard she talked to the little girl in a language I did not understand. She seemed to encourage her daughter to walk to me on her own. Seeing a stranger (me), the girl looked back at her father. She began to walk to him. Her mother stopped her and pushed her to stand in front of me. It was obvious we could not communicate in English. I looked at the young woman. Suddenly, it came to me she wanted me to give her daughter a blessing! I put my hand on the girl's head. Then I pulled her little hands together and held them in my hands. I said some words of blessing. The young woman let out the most beautiful, sunny smile. We bowed at each other and parted ways.
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Over the years, I had a few more of this kind of encounters. Though words were not spoken, we connected with one another intuitively. Some of us might want to believe our thought was known only to ourselves, but it was not. As a psychic said, "Intuition is the language of the soul, and we are souls." Furthermore, what we held in our mind was of importance not only to us, but to others too. The tired cashier looked renewed when I held a different view of her. Therefore, we should choose careful what we held in our mind of ourselves and others.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
Most of us think what we hold in our mind is a secret known only to ourselves, but it is not necessary so.
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One day, I was in a fruit market. When I lined up to pay, quite a few people were ahead of me. I saw a young man with down syndrome standing behind a woman whom I assumed was his mother. They were next in line at the cash register counter. In other words, there were some people standing between me and them.
A man was behind this mother and son. He stood at a distance from them. He took a quick look at the young man on and off. He seemed to be uncomfortable or nervous seeing the appearance of the young man. In our human nature, it was not uncommon for us to keep a distance from those that looked different. In my heart, I mentally sent the young man with down syndrome my love and blessings. As soon as I did that, the woman (or his mother) turned to look at me. She said to her son: "Go and give the Chinese lady a hug." So we hugged while others looked on wondering what was going on.
The young man's mother was very intuitive. She heard the words from my heart.
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The other day I was in a grocery store. My husband always chose to line up where the line was the shortest and people bought the least items. He signaled for me to line up at cash register 7. It was a busy day at the store. We were probably the fifth or sixth in line.
While I stood there, the cashier happened to look my way. For a brief second, our eyes met. She looked tired, and her face was tight. I could sense her irritation. I thought, "Oh! No. The cashier is in a negative mood." Right then, another thought rose to counter my first thought, "Of course, she feels irritated because she has been busy all day. I should change my view of her. I should be understanding, and should look at her with love." With this thought, I looked at the cashier with an understanding smile. At that instant, the cashier happened to raise her head and look at me. She let out a broad smile. When it was my turn, she was friendly and happy. She seemed to have a refill of energy, and did not look tired anymore.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This incident happened before I joined the Thursday circle in 2005.
My husband and I went to a store. We always shopped at the produce department first because I loved to eat fruit. Suddenly, I felt I was being watched. A young Mexican woman (I assumed) in her late teens or early 20 s was standing a few feet away. She looked at me with her eyes widely opened. I looked at her with a questioning look. She just smiled shyly. I continued walking, and she followed. I talked to my husband about it. He thought I should pay no attention to it.
I filled my shopping cart as I walked. The young woman did not have a shopping cart with her. Aisle after aisle she followed me. Sometimes I looked at her with a smile, and she smiled back. When we were near the last two or three aisles of the store, she suddenly walked away in a rush.
When I walked to the next aisle, I saw her again. She was talking to a young Mexican man whom I assumed was her husband. They were at the end of that aisle. Her husband had a shopping cart filled with grocery. By their side was a little girl about two years old. The young woman pointed at me, and seemed to push her husband to talk to me. However, he was as shy as she was. I decided to leave the aisle instead of walking in their direction.
The young woman made a sound as if asking me to wait. I stopped. She grabbed her daughter's hand and pulled her towards me. When they were a few feet from me, I heard she talked to the little girl in a language I did not understand. She seemed to encourage her daughter to walk to me on her own. Seeing a stranger (me), the girl looked back at her father. She began to walk to him. Her mother stopped her and pushed her to stand in front of me. It was obvious we could not communicate in English. I looked at the young woman. Suddenly, it came to me she wanted me to give her daughter a blessing! I put my hand on the girl's head. Then I pulled her little hands together and held them in my hands. I said some words of blessing. The young woman let out the most beautiful, sunny smile. We bowed at each other and parted ways.
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Over the years, I had a few more of this kind of encounters. Though words were not spoken, we connected with one another intuitively. Some of us might want to believe our thought was known only to ourselves, but it was not. As a psychic said, "Intuition is the language of the soul, and we are souls." Furthermore, what we held in our mind was of importance not only to us, but to others too. The tired cashier looked renewed when I held a different view of her. Therefore, we should choose careful what we held in our mind of ourselves and others.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
Monday, May 8, 2017
A Walk in the Sun on Sunday
Greetings!
Yesterday I went for a walk in the late afternoon. We had a rainy week. Though the sun was up and shining this Sunday, the mud was still wet. I walked on the running track of the school to avoid the wet mud.
After walking for a while, I decided to walk to the trees despite of the fact that the mud was wet.
It was windy and somewhat chilly. I was the only one taking a walk. Some teenagers were playing soccer on a field farther away by another school. When I was on my last round of walk, an elderly woman came to sit on the big piece of stone near the school. She did not speak English, but we always greeted one another. When I walked by, she stood up. I understood she was going to walk a short distance with me. (It had happened a few times before.) She walked with a cane. Slowly, we walked. On the way, she tried to talk to me. Then she remembered I did not speak her language. We smiled at our inability to talk to one another. We parted ways after walking for a quarter of the track.
After a few rainy days, I was glad to have a walk in the sun on this day.
Many blessings,
Q of D
Yesterday I went for a walk in the late afternoon. We had a rainy week. Though the sun was up and shining this Sunday, the mud was still wet. I walked on the running track of the school to avoid the wet mud.
After walking for a while, I decided to walk to the trees despite of the fact that the mud was wet.
There were some trees on the south side of the track. In the summer, I often walked among the trees and touched the trees one by one. I thanked them for sharing with us their beauty, peace, and healing energy. A few of the trees had big holes and cracks. As I walked past, I normally moved my hands over those areas and mentally surrounded them with white light. Of course, I always tried to do it discreetly.As I walked near the first tree, I was surprised** healing energy filled me. My right hand began to work on the tree. (I had noticed the big hollow in the center of the tree since I began taking walks by the school years ago. Sometimes wild mushrooms grew on the mouth of the hollow.) For quite a while, healing energy moved my hand to work on the middle part of the tree. When the healing energy came to a stop, I gently patted the tree. I sent love to the tree as well as Mother Earth. (** Healing energy had come through to heal the trees when I walked in parks, but it rarely happened when I walked by the school.)
It was windy and somewhat chilly. I was the only one taking a walk. Some teenagers were playing soccer on a field farther away by another school. When I was on my last round of walk, an elderly woman came to sit on the big piece of stone near the school. She did not speak English, but we always greeted one another. When I walked by, she stood up. I understood she was going to walk a short distance with me. (It had happened a few times before.) She walked with a cane. Slowly, we walked. On the way, she tried to talk to me. Then she remembered I did not speak her language. We smiled at our inability to talk to one another. We parted ways after walking for a quarter of the track.
After a few rainy days, I was glad to have a walk in the sun on this day.
Many blessings,
Q of D
Thursday, April 27, 2017
A Day in Life
Greetings!
Recently I watched a video on YouTube about a young couple. The wife was an American and the husband was a Japanese. In the video, they talked about the small conflicts in their marriage due to their cultural and personality differences. For instance, the wife saw someone cut in line. She wanted to have a talk with that person. The husband thought it did not matter that one person had cut in line, and asked his wife to let it go. It reminded me of what happened the past Easter Sunday.
In the morning of Easter Sunday, we went to watch our grandchildren egg hunt in their backyard. It was always a joy to see the excitement on their faces.
In the afternoon, my husband and I went to a Middle Eastern grocery store.
This store opened three years ago. We went there quite often because it had a wide variety of fruits and vegetables. Most of its customers were from the Middle East. They talked to each other in Middle Eastern languages. Though I did not know their languages, I could sense their joy of coming to a market where they felt very much at home.
After we finished shopping, my husband, as he usually did, chose a checkout lane that had the least customers. When I joined him in line, I was glad to see the cashier at this checkout lane was the woman that treated every customer with patience, kindness, and respect. She was a Middle Eastern woman in her 40 s. She wore a headscarf, and always had a gentle smile on her face.
Soon we were third in line. An elderly Middle Eastern woman was before us. A couple that lined up in another checkout lane talked to her. Then they moved their shopping cart next to the elderly woman's cart. It was obvious they wanted to cut in because their checkout lane had not moved along as smooth as ours. Seeing no one had lined up behind us, I asked my husband to move back our shopping cart a little so that the couple could step into the line.
As this went on, the energy around my head vibrated. I looked back to my left. A tall Middle Eastern man at the end of a checkout lane had watched what happened. He pointed at the couple and swayed his head to show his disapproval of their cutting in line. In a soft voice, he said, "I am sorry." I smiled and said, "It is okay. We are not in a hurry."
Suddenly, the man rushed to a checkout lane that had just opened. He signaled for us to go ahead of him. We thanked him and told him to go ahead for we were now second in line (i.e. behind the couple).
The cashier and I greeted one another with a smile. I decided to tell her how much I appreciated her way of treating everybody. She let out a beautiful smile. She said to my husband, "You have a wonderful wife!" She wished us a happy Easter.
On our way out of the store, I nodded at the tall man who had treated us with kindness. He waved at us and wished us a happy Easter. Joyfully, I said, "You too!"
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On quite a few occasions, people had asked us to go ahead of them when they saw that we had only bought a few items while their shopping carts were full of groceries. Sometimes we did move ahead; at other times, we thanked them and told them we had plenty of time. At the end, they (or we) always looked back at one another with good wishes. We had also let other people go ahead of us when we observed they were in a hurry to leave the store. On a couple of occasions, I had also stood my ground when someone intentionally and rudely cut before me. I was not afraid to stand up when I felt it was something I should do. Occasionally, we all needed someone to speak the truth and learn from it. (Re A talk with a store manager and I was happy to stay in my comfort zone )
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April is almost over. The weather has been nice. In the late afternoon, I often go for a walk by the school. Looking at the new leaves on the trees, I feel renewed too.
Have a wonderful weekend!
Many blessings,
Q of D
Recently I watched a video on YouTube about a young couple. The wife was an American and the husband was a Japanese. In the video, they talked about the small conflicts in their marriage due to their cultural and personality differences. For instance, the wife saw someone cut in line. She wanted to have a talk with that person. The husband thought it did not matter that one person had cut in line, and asked his wife to let it go. It reminded me of what happened the past Easter Sunday.
In the morning of Easter Sunday, we went to watch our grandchildren egg hunt in their backyard. It was always a joy to see the excitement on their faces.
In the afternoon, my husband and I went to a Middle Eastern grocery store.
This store opened three years ago. We went there quite often because it had a wide variety of fruits and vegetables. Most of its customers were from the Middle East. They talked to each other in Middle Eastern languages. Though I did not know their languages, I could sense their joy of coming to a market where they felt very much at home.
After we finished shopping, my husband, as he usually did, chose a checkout lane that had the least customers. When I joined him in line, I was glad to see the cashier at this checkout lane was the woman that treated every customer with patience, kindness, and respect. She was a Middle Eastern woman in her 40 s. She wore a headscarf, and always had a gentle smile on her face.
Soon we were third in line. An elderly Middle Eastern woman was before us. A couple that lined up in another checkout lane talked to her. Then they moved their shopping cart next to the elderly woman's cart. It was obvious they wanted to cut in because their checkout lane had not moved along as smooth as ours. Seeing no one had lined up behind us, I asked my husband to move back our shopping cart a little so that the couple could step into the line.
As this went on, the energy around my head vibrated. I looked back to my left. A tall Middle Eastern man at the end of a checkout lane had watched what happened. He pointed at the couple and swayed his head to show his disapproval of their cutting in line. In a soft voice, he said, "I am sorry." I smiled and said, "It is okay. We are not in a hurry."
Suddenly, the man rushed to a checkout lane that had just opened. He signaled for us to go ahead of him. We thanked him and told him to go ahead for we were now second in line (i.e. behind the couple).
The cashier and I greeted one another with a smile. I decided to tell her how much I appreciated her way of treating everybody. She let out a beautiful smile. She said to my husband, "You have a wonderful wife!" She wished us a happy Easter.
On our way out of the store, I nodded at the tall man who had treated us with kindness. He waved at us and wished us a happy Easter. Joyfully, I said, "You too!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
On quite a few occasions, people had asked us to go ahead of them when they saw that we had only bought a few items while their shopping carts were full of groceries. Sometimes we did move ahead; at other times, we thanked them and told them we had plenty of time. At the end, they (or we) always looked back at one another with good wishes. We had also let other people go ahead of us when we observed they were in a hurry to leave the store. On a couple of occasions, I had also stood my ground when someone intentionally and rudely cut before me. I was not afraid to stand up when I felt it was something I should do. Occasionally, we all needed someone to speak the truth and learn from it. (Re A talk with a store manager and I was happy to stay in my comfort zone )
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April is almost over. The weather has been nice. In the late afternoon, I often go for a walk by the school. Looking at the new leaves on the trees, I feel renewed too.
Have a wonderful weekend!
Many blessings,
Q of D
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