Greetings!
I walked past my son who was using his android. Right after, I burst out laughing.
My son asked, "Why are you laughing?"
I said, "It is because I just realize I look back at you with the same kind of look that you look at me!"
He said, "What do you mean? How did I look at you?"
I said, "It is hard to describe. It was a look with some sort of intimidation and annoyance as if saying 'hey, don't look at me' or 'leave me alone'. When you are doing something, sometimes you question us (his dad and me) why we look at you. I say we see with our eyes, we look anywhere, and your eyes happen to meet ours. You accept what I say, and resume to what you do. I have noticed sometimes you look at others with that kind of look too. For instance, when we are in a mall or walk on the street, you tighten your muscles and walk with an intimidating look. I believe it is your way of showing others that you are strong and you are there to protect me."
He said, "Can you act as if you were me and show me how I look at others?"
For the next minute of two, I tried to act like him such as stood up tall and tightened up my upper and lower arm muscles as I walked past him. I tried to glare at him from the corner of my eyes with an intimidating look. Time after time, I failed and ended up laughing. It took me a while to conjure up a serious look with a bit of anger.
My son said, "So you think my way of looking at others is negative."
I said, "Well . . . to me, it is. Before I walked past you, it came to me that you would probably give me that kind of look. When you did, I thought 'hey, don't look at me like that!', and I looked back at you with the same negative emotion. With that negative feeling, my body tensed up for a second. Right then, I realized I had reacted to the way you acted. I laughed because I found my reaction laughable. I realized I did not have to judge or react to how you looked at me at all!"
My son said, "But, how I stand up for myself works for me. You have not experienced what I experienced. In school, others had bullied us (he and his brother). You did not go through what we had gone through."
I said, "You and your brother seemed to be happy when you were young. We talked, shared / created stories, and watched movies. You played with your friends that lived nearby. However, I observed both of you sometimes liked to keep things to yourself particularly you. When I asked 'how's your day' or 'how's school', you never said much. When you two were small, a few bigger boys or teenagers bullied you because we were new in that neighborhood. I took note of where they lived and talked to the office manager. I met with their parents, and those boys did not dare to do it again. Your brother had once asked for my permission to beat up a bully (or bullies). Of course, I said no. We talked. He did not want me to talk to his teacher or the school. He might not know it, but when classes were over, I had walked over to the school to make sure he was safe. As for you, you never talked about being bullied. In middle school, you were of average height as other Chinese boys, but was smaller than most of the American students. I knew some people liked to pick on those that were smaller than they were. I was relieved that your teachers said you were well liked. It might be I should have asked you if others had bullied you, but you did not talk much except if you wanted to. When you insisted on taking power training class in high school, I totally understood why. As you know, I had stood up for you and your brother on other occasions. If you had told me about the bullying in school, I would have handled it. It is true I did not know how others had bullied you. If you want to talk about it now, I am open to listen. As far as I know, people bully others because they do not feel good about themselves."
My son said, "Mom, there are bad people. You may not believe that. Many people see Chinese as small and weak. There had been times people tried to bully me. For instance, they intentionally followed me and parked their car next to mine. They laughed when they got out of their car. When I got out of my car, they saw how I looked. They kept their eyes on the ground and walked away quietly. It certainly helps that I get into bodybuilding."
I said, "I know it helps. However, with your personality, bodybuilding can give you a false sense of superiority and security. I know there are people with bad intentions. I pay attention to my surroundings, but I do not walk with fear . . . . . ."
My son and I had a long conversation that day because of my reaction to the way he looked at me.
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A few days later, we brought our car to an auto shop for an oil change and tire rotation. While I was waiting, I picked up a book "Imagine, Color & Create Patterns - Free your creativity". Besides patterns, the book included some quotes of wisdom. Below was one of the quotes.
Your problem isn't the problem. Your reaction is the problem. (Anonymous)
How true! It reminded me of my first reaction to the way my son looked at me. Luckily, in this case, I realized right away I did not have to react or judge his emotion. With peace, my son and I had a good conversation.
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Situations are the norm of life. Sometimes we may see them as big problems or challenges. How we react to each situation is indeed very important. Let us pay attention to our reactions, and let not our reactions become the problem or add to a problem. May calmness, peace and love come through to guide us in all that we face or do. Amen.
Love and Blessings,
Q of D
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
Thursday, April 25, 2019
My son said, "Mom, you and I are so different . . ."
Greetings!
I sat on the couch watching TV. My son sat several feet away on the carpet. He was using his android. He seemed to look in my direction every now and then. I did not think much about it. When he was on his android, I had seen him looked away occasionally as if to think about what he had read on the screen. At one point, I happened to see him looking directly at me. It was a look of disapproval ! When he saw me looking back at him, he turned to look at his phone. I was surprised. Obviously, he was not happy about something, and it was about me. Peacefully, I waited for him to look at me again.
A few minutes later, my son looked at me again. The look on his face was not as serious as it was earlier. Before he looked away, I asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He said, "Like what?"
I said, "Something is bothering you, and it is about me."
His eyes opened wide. He exclaimed, "How do you know that?"
I smiled and said, "I am Mom."
My son said, "Mom, you and I are so different! I have the mentality of a warrior. I don't give up. I like to win. I like to compare, but you say don't compare. Mom, you are so unambitious and noncompetitive."
I said, "I say don't compare, but it is up to you if you want to listen. You continue to compare all the time, don't you? When you come to ask for my opinion (e.g. comparing different body builders), sometimes I give you my honest opinion; at other times, I smile and refuse to say anything. You laugh too for you know sometimes no comment is in itself a comment. I understand it is your personality, and accept the way you are. Indeed, in situations that others may give up, you don't. You work hard, and always have an attitude that everything can be done. You act tough and believe that is the way one should be. Well, as your mother, I see the generous, kind side of you that others may not see. I have told you *** of the good I see in you. You are not the only one that sees me as unambitious and noncompetitive. To me, other's opinion of me is not that important, but how I conduct myself is important. At work, I give my best and always try to improve. I never think about winning or I am better than others. In the years that I worked, most of the bosses or owners of businesses respected and appreciated me." (*** Re Who's Driving? )
My son said, "It is true." (While my sons were growing up, I had shared with them some of my work experiences.)
I said, "What is on your mind this morning that you look at me like that?"
The look of disapproval returned to his eyes. He said, "Do you remember the day Mrs. Y came to our apartment and bragged for a long time about how smart her sons were?"
I was surprised. It happened long time ago when my sons were young.
My son continued, "I still remembered that day clearly. Did you know how much I wished that you said it in her face that we (he and his brother) were much, much better than they were! But you just sat there listening with a smile. You praised her sons too. Her son (the older one) proudly told you his mother had finished secondary school. You said good. Why didn't you say you finished secondary school too?"
If I did not observed the way he looked at me, I would not know that day had such an effect on him. I said, "I am sorry you feel that way. Graduating from secondary school was no big deal in the place I came from, but it could be special for a female to finish secondary school in Mrs. Y's country (an Asian country). You and your brother did well at school. Your father and I had let both of you know we were proud of you. Mrs. Y was very proud of her sons. I did not feel the need to say anything. It may be I am a Chinese."
Immediately, my son said, "No, Mom, you are not like other Chinese at all! I have been to my friends' homes. They are Chinese too. Their parents did not act like you. They (the parents) bragged about their own success, and how much money they spent on hiring tutors for their children such as playing piano and other musical instruments. Sometimes they scolded my friends right in front me, and my friends did not talk back. I almost wanted to yell back at them on my friends' behalf. Some Chinese look down on other race too. Mom, you are not like other Chinese."
I said, "Hey, you always say we should not generalize. They are not representative of other Chinese parents."
My son thought for a while. He said, "It is true. At work, some of my coworkers bragged to others that their sons or daughters went to this famous university or that university. One day, a coworker said her daughter went to a famous college, and another coworker immediately said her daughter went to an even better one. I saw the first coworker's face darkened. We (i.e. he and the other coworkers) felt awkward standing there. Indeed, it is not just the Chinese."
I said, "They may be very proud and happy of the success of their children. They simply want to share with others the good news, and you view it as bragging. Now, do you see what is wrong with comparing?"
My son said, "But, Mom, with your noncompetitive attitude, you can't survive in the workplace here? In company meetings, sometimes the higher ups shut others up even though they are wrong."
I said, "My work experience is different from yours. Before I came to USA, I worked in import and export companies. I knew my brother had to attend meetings all the time because he worked for a big corporation. In the small companies I worked for, there was no meeting. In USA, I had worked for restaurants and a grocery store. These were low paid jobs. I did not know how it was in your workplace. But, you had heard my experience working in the store. A few had tried to discriminate me. Though it was a low level job, I had done my job. Most had become my friends, and I worked with integrity. I may be noncompetitive to you, but I always do my job. I was not afraid to speak up. I had made improvement in the store without making it obvious because I knew good bosses listened."
My son said, "You and I are very different. If I am better than others, I want to make it obvious. Mom, I still wished you had told Mrs. Y we were much better than her sons. I found it annoying that you did not want to show off. Did you remember the young woman who looked at us with spite because of our damaged old car? That day you and I went to a drug store. As you parked the car, she parked her car next to us. We got out of the car at the same time. She looked at us with a smirk. I almost wanted to swear at her. But, Mom, you laughed as if you saw something funny! Mom, how could you laugh when someone looked down on you?"
The incident happened in the restaurant years.
I said, "Oh, I remembered that day. I laughed because I found her smirk funny. I laughed because in her reaction I saw the fallibility of being a human. As she walked away, I saw you looked at me angrily. Knowing you, I knew there was no way to explain myself for you did not share the same feeling I had. Others can look down on us, but we do not have to react or feel hurt. Sorry, Son, I understand sometimes my response to what happens can be annoying to you. Is that why you always maintain that people admire those who wear fancy clothes and drive luxurious cars?
He said, "People do pay attention to those that have fancy clothes and luxurious cars. I know you do not, but there are not many people like you."
I said, "I am sure there are many people like me that do not judge others by the clothes they wear or the cars they drive. In later years, Mrs. Y did realize you and your brother were doing much better than her sons. One day, she invited me over. She said her sons had to go to summer school every year. It was then I learned only those students that failed had to go to school in the summer. She said her sons were smart, and wondered why they did poorly in school. She was sad and ashamed. She got married at a young age. It was a normal practice in her country. After the war in her country, she, her husband and their first child were allowed to come to USA. Soon they had two more children. She said she normally allowed her children to do whatever they wanted. She said they either played outside or played video games for hours; they did not like to read. It might be she was too young when she became a mother of three."
My son said, "I still wished you had said to her on that day that we were much better than her sons. In bodybuilding, if you are very, very good, it is not wrong to show off and brag that you are way superior."
I said, "Didn't you say earlier you were upset when your friends' parents bragged about their own success and belittled your friends? Meanwhile, you think it is alright for a bodybuilder to brag that he is way superior. It seems you hold a double standard toward bragging. If I am not as good as you are in a certain aspect, do you feel you have the right to look down on me? If that is the case, why did you feel angry at the young woman that looked down on us because of the car we drove?"
His phone rang. His friend called. Our conversation ended.
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In the March 2006 reading, the psychic medium said, "In your family, everybody seemed to go on a separate path. The personalities are very different." She went on to describe our personalities accurately. She said, "Sometimes you are dismayed over the differences, but it is all meant to be. On the surface, your older son does not listen to you at all, but he does listen to what you have to say. He loves his dad, and he loves you. He loves his brother too." At the end of the session, with her eyes closed, the psychic said, "You don't see what I see. You are a wondrous light. You come to live an ordinary life, but because of who you are you will . . . . Have faith and place your trust in God, surrender . . ." (Re The Grand Prize and the 2nd Reading )
Many years had gone by since the reading in 2006. The loving words of the psychic (or the words of my guides through her) helped me a lot in handling the differences of personalities in our family. This day I was glad to have the conversation with my son for I did not know the above two incidents had bothered him all these years.
Thank you Loving Divine.
Peace and blessings,
Q of D
P.S. This post was originally published on Feb. 14, 2018. With our difference in personality, we react to each other's way of being every now and then as shown in my next post Pay Attention to our Reactions .
I sat on the couch watching TV. My son sat several feet away on the carpet. He was using his android. He seemed to look in my direction every now and then. I did not think much about it. When he was on his android, I had seen him looked away occasionally as if to think about what he had read on the screen. At one point, I happened to see him looking directly at me. It was a look of disapproval ! When he saw me looking back at him, he turned to look at his phone. I was surprised. Obviously, he was not happy about something, and it was about me. Peacefully, I waited for him to look at me again.
A few minutes later, my son looked at me again. The look on his face was not as serious as it was earlier. Before he looked away, I asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He said, "Like what?"
I said, "Something is bothering you, and it is about me."
His eyes opened wide. He exclaimed, "How do you know that?"
I smiled and said, "I am Mom."
My son said, "Mom, you and I are so different! I have the mentality of a warrior. I don't give up. I like to win. I like to compare, but you say don't compare. Mom, you are so unambitious and noncompetitive."
I said, "I say don't compare, but it is up to you if you want to listen. You continue to compare all the time, don't you? When you come to ask for my opinion (e.g. comparing different body builders), sometimes I give you my honest opinion; at other times, I smile and refuse to say anything. You laugh too for you know sometimes no comment is in itself a comment. I understand it is your personality, and accept the way you are. Indeed, in situations that others may give up, you don't. You work hard, and always have an attitude that everything can be done. You act tough and believe that is the way one should be. Well, as your mother, I see the generous, kind side of you that others may not see. I have told you *** of the good I see in you. You are not the only one that sees me as unambitious and noncompetitive. To me, other's opinion of me is not that important, but how I conduct myself is important. At work, I give my best and always try to improve. I never think about winning or I am better than others. In the years that I worked, most of the bosses or owners of businesses respected and appreciated me." (*** Re Who's Driving? )
My son said, "It is true." (While my sons were growing up, I had shared with them some of my work experiences.)
I said, "What is on your mind this morning that you look at me like that?"
The look of disapproval returned to his eyes. He said, "Do you remember the day Mrs. Y came to our apartment and bragged for a long time about how smart her sons were?"
I was surprised. It happened long time ago when my sons were young.
My son continued, "I still remembered that day clearly. Did you know how much I wished that you said it in her face that we (he and his brother) were much, much better than they were! But you just sat there listening with a smile. You praised her sons too. Her son (the older one) proudly told you his mother had finished secondary school. You said good. Why didn't you say you finished secondary school too?"
If I did not observed the way he looked at me, I would not know that day had such an effect on him. I said, "I am sorry you feel that way. Graduating from secondary school was no big deal in the place I came from, but it could be special for a female to finish secondary school in Mrs. Y's country (an Asian country). You and your brother did well at school. Your father and I had let both of you know we were proud of you. Mrs. Y was very proud of her sons. I did not feel the need to say anything. It may be I am a Chinese."
Immediately, my son said, "No, Mom, you are not like other Chinese at all! I have been to my friends' homes. They are Chinese too. Their parents did not act like you. They (the parents) bragged about their own success, and how much money they spent on hiring tutors for their children such as playing piano and other musical instruments. Sometimes they scolded my friends right in front me, and my friends did not talk back. I almost wanted to yell back at them on my friends' behalf. Some Chinese look down on other race too. Mom, you are not like other Chinese."
I said, "Hey, you always say we should not generalize. They are not representative of other Chinese parents."
My son thought for a while. He said, "It is true. At work, some of my coworkers bragged to others that their sons or daughters went to this famous university or that university. One day, a coworker said her daughter went to a famous college, and another coworker immediately said her daughter went to an even better one. I saw the first coworker's face darkened. We (i.e. he and the other coworkers) felt awkward standing there. Indeed, it is not just the Chinese."
I said, "They may be very proud and happy of the success of their children. They simply want to share with others the good news, and you view it as bragging. Now, do you see what is wrong with comparing?"
My son said, "But, Mom, with your noncompetitive attitude, you can't survive in the workplace here? In company meetings, sometimes the higher ups shut others up even though they are wrong."
I said, "My work experience is different from yours. Before I came to USA, I worked in import and export companies. I knew my brother had to attend meetings all the time because he worked for a big corporation. In the small companies I worked for, there was no meeting. In USA, I had worked for restaurants and a grocery store. These were low paid jobs. I did not know how it was in your workplace. But, you had heard my experience working in the store. A few had tried to discriminate me. Though it was a low level job, I had done my job. Most had become my friends, and I worked with integrity. I may be noncompetitive to you, but I always do my job. I was not afraid to speak up. I had made improvement in the store without making it obvious because I knew good bosses listened."
My son said, "You and I are very different. If I am better than others, I want to make it obvious. Mom, I still wished you had told Mrs. Y we were much better than her sons. I found it annoying that you did not want to show off. Did you remember the young woman who looked at us with spite because of our damaged old car? That day you and I went to a drug store. As you parked the car, she parked her car next to us. We got out of the car at the same time. She looked at us with a smirk. I almost wanted to swear at her. But, Mom, you laughed as if you saw something funny! Mom, how could you laugh when someone looked down on you?"
The incident happened in the restaurant years.
I said, "Oh, I remembered that day. I laughed because I found her smirk funny. I laughed because in her reaction I saw the fallibility of being a human. As she walked away, I saw you looked at me angrily. Knowing you, I knew there was no way to explain myself for you did not share the same feeling I had. Others can look down on us, but we do not have to react or feel hurt. Sorry, Son, I understand sometimes my response to what happens can be annoying to you. Is that why you always maintain that people admire those who wear fancy clothes and drive luxurious cars?
He said, "People do pay attention to those that have fancy clothes and luxurious cars. I know you do not, but there are not many people like you."
I said, "I am sure there are many people like me that do not judge others by the clothes they wear or the cars they drive. In later years, Mrs. Y did realize you and your brother were doing much better than her sons. One day, she invited me over. She said her sons had to go to summer school every year. It was then I learned only those students that failed had to go to school in the summer. She said her sons were smart, and wondered why they did poorly in school. She was sad and ashamed. She got married at a young age. It was a normal practice in her country. After the war in her country, she, her husband and their first child were allowed to come to USA. Soon they had two more children. She said she normally allowed her children to do whatever they wanted. She said they either played outside or played video games for hours; they did not like to read. It might be she was too young when she became a mother of three."
My son said, "I still wished you had said to her on that day that we were much better than her sons. In bodybuilding, if you are very, very good, it is not wrong to show off and brag that you are way superior."
I said, "Didn't you say earlier you were upset when your friends' parents bragged about their own success and belittled your friends? Meanwhile, you think it is alright for a bodybuilder to brag that he is way superior. It seems you hold a double standard toward bragging. If I am not as good as you are in a certain aspect, do you feel you have the right to look down on me? If that is the case, why did you feel angry at the young woman that looked down on us because of the car we drove?"
His phone rang. His friend called. Our conversation ended.
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In the March 2006 reading, the psychic medium said, "In your family, everybody seemed to go on a separate path. The personalities are very different." She went on to describe our personalities accurately. She said, "Sometimes you are dismayed over the differences, but it is all meant to be. On the surface, your older son does not listen to you at all, but he does listen to what you have to say. He loves his dad, and he loves you. He loves his brother too." At the end of the session, with her eyes closed, the psychic said, "You don't see what I see. You are a wondrous light. You come to live an ordinary life, but because of who you are you will . . . . Have faith and place your trust in God, surrender . . ." (Re The Grand Prize and the 2nd Reading )
Many years had gone by since the reading in 2006. The loving words of the psychic (or the words of my guides through her) helped me a lot in handling the differences of personalities in our family. This day I was glad to have the conversation with my son for I did not know the above two incidents had bothered him all these years.
Thank you Loving Divine.
Peace and blessings,
Q of D
P.S. This post was originally published on Feb. 14, 2018. With our difference in personality, we react to each other's way of being every now and then as shown in my next post Pay Attention to our Reactions .
Thursday, April 11, 2019
Strange Encounters while taking walks by the school
Greetings!
Last Saturday I took a walk on the sports ground of the school. It was a warm afternoon. A few people were walking their dogs. After they left, I went to sit on the bleachers. Alone in the sports field, I began to say an invocation for peace. As usual, I said it in a voice that was audible only to myself. Though nobody was around at the time, people might walk by at any time.
Before I finished saying the invocation, I sensed someone was walking toward me. I turned to look. A Middle East woman looked at me with all smiles. She tried to walk to me as best as she could. I recognized her. I got off the bleacher and walked quickly to greet her. She had told me *** she was not well and had severe pain all over her body.
Some people went for walks at a fixed time, but I did not. I went for walks when I was in the mood. Sometimes I walked in the morning. During school hours, I walked on the sidewalk of the main streets. I did not feel it was right for us to walk on the sports field when the school was in session. However, some people in the neighborhood took walks there throughout the day.
Last Saturday afternoon was the third time we came across each other. (During the last five months, I seldom walked in the school field because it was cold.) Again she asked me to work on her. By then, a few people were walking on the track. Energy came through to guide my hand to work on her neck and right shoulder. Later, the healing energy guided me to work on her left knee, tight and lower abdomen. Just when it was over, an elderly man walked by. He knew the woman. They began to talk in their language about a friend that they both knew. (That's what I 'got'.) The woman introduced me as a Chinese friend. (I had told her I was a Chinese.) Since they seemed to have a lot to catch up with, I said goodbye. The woman gave me a long embrace before we parted ways.
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People of different races lived in the city and neighboring cities. Many came from different countries in the Middle East. I greeted most people that I came across while taking walks. I never said anything about healing or spiritual matters. (When I sat among other Chinese, I often chose to listen too.) I did not know why the Chaldean woman asked me to heal her. I observed she was constantly in a prayerful mode. I wondered if she had received some sort of guidance since she pointed to the sky (heaven) when we first met. We were not the only Chinese family that lived here. In the sports field, I had come across other Chinese as well as Asians from other countries, e.g. Asian Indian and Koreans. Therefore, it was unlikely she asked me for healing by accident.
While I was writing this post, I recalled another unthinkable incident that happened while I walked near the entrance of the sports field. An Asian Indian walked in and asked if I could teach in Hindu. I thought I must have heard it wrong or he had mistaken me as an Indian. I said, "I am a Chinese." He said, "I know. But, can you teach in Hindu?" I said, "No." He walked out of the school field leaving me standing there wondering what had just happened.
Over the years, I had quite a few baffling encounters. They used to bother me a lot. They did not bother me as much now.
Have a good weekend!
Love,
Q of D
Last Saturday I took a walk on the sports ground of the school. It was a warm afternoon. A few people were walking their dogs. After they left, I went to sit on the bleachers. Alone in the sports field, I began to say an invocation for peace. As usual, I said it in a voice that was audible only to myself. Though nobody was around at the time, people might walk by at any time.
Before I finished saying the invocation, I sensed someone was walking toward me. I turned to look. A Middle East woman looked at me with all smiles. She tried to walk to me as best as she could. I recognized her. I got off the bleacher and walked quickly to greet her. She had told me *** she was not well and had severe pain all over her body.
*** She did not speak English. Therefore, we could not talk to each other at all. The first time we came across each other was about a year ago. After walking for 3 rounds on the track, I was about to go home. When I was about 200 feet from the exit, I saw her walked into the school ground. Immediately, she looked at me and walked in my direction. Somehow, I 'got' that she came for me. I felt perplexed. I did not know her! Some people were walking near where I was. I thought it might be one of her friends was among them. As she walked near, I observed she seemed to be saying a prayer in a language I did not know. Standing in front of me, she raised one of her hands upward pointing at the sky. She then folded her hands and bowed. I returned her greeting with the same gesture. She rolled up her slack showing her swollen legs and knees. She talked and bowed to me again and again. I did not know her words, but understood she wanted me to heal her. All the while, she never stopped praying. I waited for a short while for the people near us to walk past. As I bent down to look at her badly swollen legs and knees, healing energy came through to work on her for a short while. She thanked me. I gave her a hug and left.The second time we met again was many months later. It was a windy, chilly afternoon. She asked me to work on her. I did not wear enough that day. I felt cold, and no energy came through. I told her so. She used her fingers to ask me what other days I could work on her. I asked her to sit down and talk. When energy did not come through, it was totally fine to me. I was a conduit. I did not concern myself with the outcome. To me, talking and listening truthful was also a healing process. Though we did not understand each other's language, I learned she was a Chaldean (she pointed at herself and said Chaldean). It seemed her loved ones (e.g. husband) were still in the Middle East. She could not sleep at night because of pain. She pointed at different parts of her body where she felt lots of pain. When I asked if she had gone to see a doctor. She seemed to understand. She nodded. It seemed the doctor and/or the medicine was of no help. Her hands were cold, and I suggested for us to go home. At night, I prayed for angels to help her.
Some people went for walks at a fixed time, but I did not. I went for walks when I was in the mood. Sometimes I walked in the morning. During school hours, I walked on the sidewalk of the main streets. I did not feel it was right for us to walk on the sports field when the school was in session. However, some people in the neighborhood took walks there throughout the day.
Last Saturday afternoon was the third time we came across each other. (During the last five months, I seldom walked in the school field because it was cold.) Again she asked me to work on her. By then, a few people were walking on the track. Energy came through to guide my hand to work on her neck and right shoulder. Later, the healing energy guided me to work on her left knee, tight and lower abdomen. Just when it was over, an elderly man walked by. He knew the woman. They began to talk in their language about a friend that they both knew. (That's what I 'got'.) The woman introduced me as a Chinese friend. (I had told her I was a Chinese.) Since they seemed to have a lot to catch up with, I said goodbye. The woman gave me a long embrace before we parted ways.
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People of different races lived in the city and neighboring cities. Many came from different countries in the Middle East. I greeted most people that I came across while taking walks. I never said anything about healing or spiritual matters. (When I sat among other Chinese, I often chose to listen too.) I did not know why the Chaldean woman asked me to heal her. I observed she was constantly in a prayerful mode. I wondered if she had received some sort of guidance since she pointed to the sky (heaven) when we first met. We were not the only Chinese family that lived here. In the sports field, I had come across other Chinese as well as Asians from other countries, e.g. Asian Indian and Koreans. Therefore, it was unlikely she asked me for healing by accident.
While I was writing this post, I recalled another unthinkable incident that happened while I walked near the entrance of the sports field. An Asian Indian walked in and asked if I could teach in Hindu. I thought I must have heard it wrong or he had mistaken me as an Indian. I said, "I am a Chinese." He said, "I know. But, can you teach in Hindu?" I said, "No." He walked out of the school field leaving me standing there wondering what had just happened.
Over the years, I had quite a few baffling encounters. They used to bother me a lot. They did not bother me as much now.
Have a good weekend!
Love,
Q of D
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