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.
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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.
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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 31, 2017
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.
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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.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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
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