I got a name in a dream, and police cars in the parking lot

Greetings!

One morning, I woke up from a dream.  

Here was the dream -

Two sisters were talking to a male friend.  I seemed to be the younger sister.  The older sister in the dream was not my sister in life.  We seemed to be in our late teens to early 20 s.  The male friend was tall with above average built.  Suddenly, we heard men chatting and footsteps.  We were on the top floor of a 3 or 4 story house.  The older sister said, "Oh, No!  Father and his friends are coming up the stairs!  Father does not like XXXXXXX (the male friend)!  What are we going to do?"  The me in the dream thought for a brief while.  I walked to the top of the stairs, and said loudly, "Father, you are home!  XXXXXXX is here.  He comes to visit us.  He is about to leave."  Then I walked back to where they stood.  I said, "Don't worry!  Father will not get mad in front of his friends.  And, XXXXXXX should leave right away after greeting our father."  (The characters in the dream were Europeans.)

I woke up from the dream.  Later, I wrote it down in my journal.  At the end, I wrote "Who is XXXXXXX?"

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A few days later I went to a lecture on mantras.  

I had gone to this place before.  The founder (deceased) dedicated his life in service for humanity and peace of the world.  His students in U.K. and different places in U.S.A. continued with the mission.  This place had good energy.  It showed the devotion of the students to the founder as well as their dedication for service.

Later I learned those of us who had learned the mantras were welcomed to participate in the prayer service for world peace which was held once a week at night.  I raised my hand to tell the lecturer that I did not drive much at night in recent years, and would join them in spirit from home.  The teacher / lecturer was kind and accepting.  She said she had friends that did not like driving at night too.

While I was about to leave, a man volunteered to pick me up for the service at night.  (He was one of the ministers.)  I thanked him, but declined to accept his offer.  I told him it was too much trouble for him to pick me up and drive me home.  He asked where I lived, and said it was no trouble at all for him to do that.  Then he said his name.  He was tall with above average built.  I smiled and accepted his kind offer.  After all, peace for the world had always been important to me.

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On the night he was supposed to pick me up, I waited outside of the apartment.  Later, I got a call that he had been driving around and could not find the building that I lived.  I learned he drove a truck.  While we were on the phone, I spotted his truck in a distance in another parking lot.  I told him to stay where he was while I walked over there.  

There was a traffic jam on the way to the place.  We were half an hour late for the service.  I got to participate in 3/4 of the service.  It was a new experience for me.  I was grateful to take part in the service for peace.

The drive home was smooth.  However, the second this brother drove his truck into the parking lot, I could sense we were being watched!  The parking lot was usually not full at all at night, but it was different this night.  I saw a few unmarked police patrol vehicles!  (I saw these vehicles in the school parking lots from time to time.)  One of the vehicles immediately drove right in front of the truck and kind of blocking the truck.  The policeman looked directly and intensely at me.  I realized what might have happened.  I smiled at the policeman to let him know I was fine.  He moved his vehicle to the side and drove away.  

The brother had a big truck.  I did not know much about cars.  His truck was much bigger than the regular trucks.  Somebody in the neighborhood might have seen this unfamiliar big truck driving around, and thought of the news about crimes such as kidnapping.  He or she might have called the police after seeing me getting into the truck.  

The brother might not have noticed anything unusual that night.  I had not talked about it.  After some thought, I decided not to participate in the service at night anymore.  It was too much trouble / time consuming for the brother to come to my place and drive me home afterward.

I attended their Sunday service once in a while.  Last month I went to join their service for peace when it took place during daytime on a Saturday.  They had always treated all that came with kindness and respect.  I felt at ease sitting among them.  

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In zoom meetings, sometimes channels and readers gave short readings for those that attended.  Most people did not know much about me because I rarely spoke up.  One day, a channel said, "You are pretty established in your dream world."  Some people went to sleep with an intent of what to dream or explore.  I did not.  It was interesting to find how closely my dreams and the reality were interconnected.

Good Night!  Have Fun Dreaming!

Love and Blessings,

Q of D

   

DREAMS are very much part of our LIFE

Greetings!

In some of my dreams, I was an observer as well as a participant.  There were times I acted / reacted with my human emotion or the human way of thinking even though I was obviously in another dimension.  The following dream was a good example of what I meant.  I had this dream in the second half of 2023.

In this dream, I met up with a few of my loved ones (in this lifetime) outside of a place.  This place was like a park with many different areas for people to tour around.  Upon entering, I saw a pool.  It was like the size of a big swimming pool, yet the construction / formation had a natural look.  Rocks of different sizes, shapes, and colors lined up the side and bottom of the pool.  Some orange beige color rocks with an interesting symbol caught my attention.  I wondered what the symbol meant.  There was only a small area on the side of the pool with this kind of rocks.  I got into the water, and grabbed a few smaller ones with that symbol.  I put them in a bag, a small brown paper bag as if in life.

We walked around.  It was a fascinating place with each area exhibiting different themes or focus.     

When it was time to leave, I thanked the one * who invited me to meet them there.  (* i.e. my younger son)  I thought they had paid for the tickets ahead of time, and that was why we could simply walk in.  I asked to pay for my own ticket.  They looked at me, not a judgmental look or reactive look.  I got that they understood I had forgotten this place was free for all to come and visit.  My loved ones did not hold anything in their hands.  I was the only one holding a bag.  I accidentally dropped the bag, and the orange beige rocks broke into pieces.  Many small, beautiful deep amber color crystals rolled out.  A woman that worked there quickly bent down to pick up all the crystals and put them in a bag.  She handed me the bag saying, "You are very, very lucky!  These are magnificent crystals!"  I thought I had picked up a few pieces of rocks with an interesting symbol, and was surprised to see the beautiful crystals.  Immediately, I said I would pay for the crystals.  The woman looked at me. I got that everything was free; people went there to get what they wanted / needed.  I looked back at the pool near the entrance, and saw people in the water getting rocks as I did.

I shared my dream 'as is'.  In  DREAMS and the UNFOLDMENT in our LIFE , I reacted with my human way of thinking too.  It was said we dreamed about what were to come before they manifested in our reality.  From my dreams, I also learned What do we do when we have dreams of fear .

Dreams are very much part of our life.  It is never too late to begin writing down your dreams, or at least pay attention to your dreams.  You may find life more interesting than what it may appear to be. 

Love and Light,

Q of D

        

Be Observant of Our Pattern / Attitude

Greetings!

There had been lots of Internet or Wi-Fi interruptions in recent weeks / months.  The connection was lost on and off throughout the day.  At times there was no Internet for hours or even for a whole day.  As a result, I could not join a few zoom meetings that I had signed up for.  In the last few days, the connection was better than before.  

 

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In my last post She said, "It is a shame that you have retired  (from healing work)."  I could not respond right away because her words caught me by surprise.  I wanted to talk to her, but she did not seem to want to talk to me anymore.  I decided to let it go.

I had not been a professional healer.    

In late May of 2005, I joined a spiritual circle that met every Thursday from 10 a.m. to noon.  Whenever it was my turn to introduce myself, I said, "I am XXX XXX.  I am simple".  Some at the circle were psychics, mediums, healers, and channels.  They said that I was a healer.  I did not take it to heart even though I occasionally felt a surge of energy when I sat among people.  To me, I was a novice on a spiritual journey.  Two months later, the teacher of the circle told me that my spirit guide had been prompting her to tell me to learn healing.  My English was not good.  It was already unconceivable that my guide told me to teach and write.  I did not follow the guidance.  I just could not imagine myself working as a healer in a western culture.

A year and a half later, I finally told my guides, "I am ready to learn healing.  Please bring me a teacher."  Near the end of March 2007, I went to a 2-day healing workshop that was held in another center.  

The teacher of healing came from another state.  (Posts about the teacher We are all divine instruments from time to time and Their Way of Being Inspired Me )  Originally, she had said the workshop would be held in our center in April 2007.  After a mini session with her during the psychic night, I had decided to attend her workshop.  However, I had not told her.  On the last Thursday of February, a friend rushed in.  She did not come regularly because she lived in a city that was not near the center.  The teacher of healing sent her to tell me the workshop would be held in another center and in March instead of April.  At the time, I had not subscribed for the Internet, and did not have an email address.  Both the friend and the teacher did not know my phone number.  I would have missed the workshop if the teacher did not send the friend to tell me.   The teacher of healing had said she was in constant communication with the Divine (e.g. archangels and ascended masters).  Indeed, she was.

When I told my friends that I had learned a healing art, the teacher *** of the Thursday Circle asked me to be the on-site healer on Wednesdays.  (*** By then, she was also the owner of the center.)  Some people might be excited about the opportunity, but I was not.  The other on-site healers in the center were experienced healers.  Besides, a couple of my friends in our circle were Reiki masters.  They were qualified healers.  I just went to a healing workshop.  I could not be an on-site healer.  The teacher of the circle who was a long time professional psychic said Wednesday was mine if I accepted.  She saw more in me than I saw myself.  I said I would not accept money for sessions because I really did not know much about healing.  She said it was up to me.  To my teacher and friend, thank you for your love and support.  (Re More on my journey as a channel of spiritual healing energy )

Five months later, we moved to another state because our older son found a job there.  (Re The Amazing Prophetic Dreams of Moving - Story 1 )

Soon after the move, the teacher of healing called.  She told me that two Unity ministers that had gone to her healing workshop would be visiting a Unity church in the city I lived in.  The teacher said it might be the three of us could offer healing after Sunday service.  It did not happened because the two traveling ministers were there for their own agenda.  However, going to Unity Church was very much in the divine plan.  While I was there, I met a mother and daughter who were both mediums.  They gave me the address of a small interfaith church.  They said that church was for me.  They were right.  I eventually called the small church my spiritual home.

Later, the teacher of healing came to the city that I lived in to attend some events in a big spiritual center.  She called me, and we met in a restaurant.  She encouraged me to work as a healer.  She suggested for me to go to different spiritual / healing centers to present (or promote) myself.  I could not follow through on her advice.  With little earthly qualification, I thought no center would allow me to work there.  Above all, I did not know how to promote myself.   (Re Their Way of Being Inspired Me )         

On the last Sunday of Jan. 2008, I participated in the small church's quarterly healing service as one of the healers for the first time.  (Re It is the not knowing that makes life intriguing )  

In Oct., 2008, I had a vivid dream. I did not know how to interpret it.  It so happened I visited a holistic store a couple of days ago, and took its brochure home.  After the dream, I learned from the brochure that there was a free dream interpretation on that day.  A few months later, I was shocked to learn that the store had printed out its Feb. brochure that I would be holding a healing workshop at the end of Feb.  Though I understood divine plan was at work, I was stressed out and got sick before the workshop.  I was made well the day before the workshop.  (Re A beautiful pink fish on the back of a white dove )

I was very, very relieved after the workshop was over.  I thought I would not hold another workshop again.  I did not know I would be holding the second workshop 8 months later, and would go through a drama of misunderstanding.  Eventually, my friends and I held two more workshops before I left that state in 2012.  Many people talked about creating vision boards.  In my case, the human I had not envisioned holding any healing workshop at all.  (Re  Cooperation and the human drama of misunderstanding )  

After the first two healing workshops, the church kindly allowed me / us to hold a healing circle once a month after Sunday service.  Many people had gone to healing workshops, but did not have a place to practice what they had learned afterward.  The healing circle was open to people that wanted to receive healing as well as those that wanted to give / practice healing (any healing modality).  There was no charge.      

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The incident (i.e. She said, "It is a shame that you have retired") happened in 2023.  It reminded me of a similar incident while I was with the small church.  After the quarterly healing service, a woman walked to me and said, "You are a healer!  Why do you work in a cafeteria?"  I was not good in remembering faces and names.  She looked familiar to me, i.e. someone I had seen at church.  While I tried to remember who she was, she walked away.  I wished both of them had taken the time to talk to me.  I would have been very grateful if they did.

The woman said it was a shame that I had retired from healing work.  First, I had not been a professional healer.  Second, I always held the pure intention of service, and was opened to be a channel of healing and divine blessings to the others wherever I am.  I did not think I had retired or would ever retire from being a channel of healing.  

I had not shared with my friends at church about how I came to work in a cafeteria.  It had something to do with a dream.  In a reading some months later, the channeled message confirmed there was a purpose for me to work in the cafeteria.  However, the plan did not come to fruition.  I had to leave that state because of my husband's condition and my son found a new job in another state.  As for the caregiver job, I thought of not accepting the job while I was driving home after the interview.  Lo and behold, the license plate of a car in the next lane drew my attention.  It was with the name of my angel!  And, I changed my mind.  It was the same with working as a volunteer for a Chinese charity group.  Week after week, there was nothing to do in the office.  The phone rarely rang.  I could not help but wondered why I was there.  The human I might not know the reason, but the Divine knew.  (Re I saw no purpose of being there )

   

When the 2023 incident resurfaced in my mind, I did not think much about it.  A few days later, two past dream experiences came to my mind.  

1.    In the dream, I kept asking myself, "Why am I here?"  (published on Feb. 15, 2021) and the subsequent post Have a Great New Beginning 

2.    The pattern in my life that needed to be changed (published on June 9, 2012)

It was a shocking realization that years and years had gone by, and I still went through life with similar attitude / pattern.  In August 2016, the spiritual teacher had said to me, "When you accept who you are, you will be much more and can help many people."  (Re Day 1 of the one-week evening spiritual retreat )  In recent years, I was at ease and at peace with myself / life.  I thought I had accepted who I am.  Obviously, it was a false assumption since I doubted myself even in my dream.  The resurfacing of the 2023 incident was a reminder for me to work on myself, to be observant of my action and thinking, and to let go of patterns and thought that did not serve me.

Nov. 28, 2024 will be Thanksgiving Day.  Happy and peaceful holidays to all of you!

Love and Blessings,

Q of D

A Display Stand in a Store with Buddhist Books in Chinese

Greetings!

Now that I have finished the post on The War between LIGHT and Darkness , I am going to focus on writing the post(s) that was supposed to be the first post of 2024.  (Re Be a Spark of PEACE)

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While I was growing up, my family * followed the Chinese traditions, but was not into any particular religion.  Of course, I had heard of Quan Yin the Great Compassion Bodhisattva, Sakyamuni Buddha, and Amitabha Buddha.  I did not know their stories because I had not read any Buddhist book.  (*My father's mother / my grandmother was the dominating figure in the family.)

My mother's side of the family might lean toward Buddhism as some Chinese families did, but I did not recall seeing any Buddhist statue in Grandfather's place.  When I was small, one day my favorite uncle (my mother's youngest brother) came to visit.  He brought with him a buddha statue.  He said the buddha statue was an antique and had been consecrated.  He gave it to my mother hoping buddha would bless my mother and her family.  My mother was kind and gentle.  Her parents and siblings loved her.  They were sad that my mother suffered a lot in her marriage because the go-between had lied to them.

I loved to sit and look at the painted laughing buddha statue.  He was so full of joy.  When I was around 8 (?), I began to draw pictures of buddha.  Whenever I finished a picture, I showed it to my mother.  She always took time to really look at my drawings, and said some encouraging words lovingly.  In time, I began to have strange dreams.  I dreamed three light beings floated in from the sky.  (In the dream, they floated into my place, yet the place did not resemble where I lived in life.)  They went to sit by a small table.  The whole place was filled with light.  They joyfully talked and drank something from small cups.  One was broad.  He wore a monk's habit, and there was no hair on his head.  He broke out into joyful laughs all the time.  (I knew he laughed.  However, I neither heard his laughter nor what they were chatting about.  In the dream, I was a child observing what went on with awe from a corner of this place.)  The other male wore a different kind of habit.  He had hair, and wore something on his head.  He was slim.  The female wore a beautiful long dress.  She had some sort of hair decorations on/around her hair.  After some time, they floated out.  I did not use the word fly because float seemed to be the right description of how they came in and out.  Years before that, I had realized nobody was really interested in hearing my dreams.  Therefore, I had stopped talking about my dreams upon waking up.  I dreamed of these three beings once in a while.  They seemed to be talking about different things every time they came.  I always observed from a corner.  Then someone in the family accidentally broke the statue.  My dream of them stopped.  It happened so long ago.  I wondered if I had those dreams because the statue was consecrated.    

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In August 2007, we moved to another state because our older son had found a job there.  (Re The amazing prophetic dream of moving ) 

The incredible phenomenon of 'Night Vision - Pieces of a Dream' came to a stop because I could not find a radio station that played similar kind of music.  Therefore, I simply set the car radio to a station that played music.  I left the radio on so that music would automatically come on after my husband started the car.

  

Other than the regular grocery stores, we found an oriental store near us.  Later, I learned from the phone directory that there were a few oriental stores not far from us.  One day, we went to another oriental store.  As we entered, I saw a small display stand with Buddhist books and magazines in Chinese.  There were also Buddhist chanting CDs.  A sign stated that all of these were free to take.  After shopping, I took one Buddhist book and a couple of CDs from the stand.  I put a Buddhist chanting CD into the car CD player.  I did not know another incredible phenomenon would soon begin!

One day, as we were about to leave a store, my husband said he needed to use the restroom.  I waited for him outside of the store.  After a while, I decided to wait inside the car.  I used my car key to open the car doors.  

At the time, I had not driven anywhere by myself yet.  We did not have a GPS device.  My phone was a basic phone that I could only make calls and receive calls.  I had a computer, but had not subscribed for Internet service.  When we went anywhere, we looked at the map in the phone directory.  Later, we went to AAA to get a map of the city.  It took me quite a while to have some idea of the way around, and felt brave enough to drive anywhere by myself.  It was said that courage and strength were my attributes, and that I was a daring spirit that loved challenges 😃😃😃 !!!!!! 

My husband returned.  He started the car.  To our surprise, the CD began to play!  Amituofo, Amituofo, Amitfuofo, Amituofo . . . . .   Hearing the chanting, I smiled joyfully.  My husband looked at me with a puzzling look, but did not say anything.  

Anyway, it remained the case throughout the years while we lived in that state.  When I used my car key to open the car doors or when I went somewhere by myself,  Amituofo automatically came on; when my husband used his car key, music was on.  (There was only one time that the CD did not play.  That was the experience of God's love / grace that I mentioned in my previous post.  I might share it in another post.)    

I did not know much about technology.  I did not understand how two car keys to the same car operated differently.  It might be the memory box in the car recorded our car keys' operational choices, and what happened might not be a phenomenon at all.  But, I felt much joy and beauty in life because of not knowing 😊.  (The car I drive now did not have a CD player.  If your car has a CD player, it may be you can do an experiment with your car keys.)

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I used to think Buddhism was a religion like Christianity.  Reading the books, I learned Buddhism was not a religion.  Sakyamuni Buddha / Gautama Buddha / Lord Buddha said we should maintain an inquiring mind, and should not simply believed in what he or others said.  Lord Buddha said everybody was equal by nature because everyone was (is) of buddha nature.  After his enlightenment, he spent the rest of his life (45 years) traveling to many places to teach Dharma.  I was deeply touched by Lord Buddha's pure intention of service to humanity.

After reading the Buddhist books, I understood more about life.  In time, I began to chant Amituofo in the morning when my son was at work or was not home.  I did not want any conflict because he had said he did not want to hear anything spiritual.  Chanting Amituofo brought me peace.  As I chanted, I felt the expansive energy field around me.  As time went by, sometimes I woke up during the night hearing the chanting.  One day, we went to a store shopping for grocery.  As soon as we came out of the store, I heard the Buddhist chant loud and clear in the air.  It continued to happen every now and then when I was not thinking about the chant at all.  I believed this happened naturally after we chanted or sang some words wholeheartedly for some time.  When we did something consistently from our heart, sometimes what we did became part of our way of being.

Amituofo was the word on the brochure that came with the CD.  I chanted in Chinese Cantonese and was somewhat different from the CD.  Below was what I learned online.

"Amituofo" is the Chinese transliteration of the Sanskrit word "Amitabha", which means immeasurable light and immeasurable life.  Saying "Amituofo" to each other is both a kind of greeting and a form of well-wishing.

Cantonese was / is a language older than Mandarin.  Many famous old Chinese poems sounded much better when recited in Cantonese than in Mandarin; the words rhymed in Cantonese, and not in Mandarin.    

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We went to that oriental store once in a while.  Whenever we went there, there were always new Buddhist books, CDs and videos in the display stand.  As a result, I got to read many books on Buddhism.  In the later months of 2011, the stand was almost empty, or there was nothing new.  I did not know then that we would be moving out of that state soon.

I shall continue with my story in my next post. (Re Lord Buddha's talk on Earth Treasure Bodhisattva )

Love and Blessings,

Q of D

Be a Spark of PEACE

Greetings!

Spring is here!  

I was fully aware that I had not published any post for almost 3 months.  I had been working on two posts ** simultaneously on and off since my last post It was his life, and it was up to him how to live his life - Part 1 .  (** i.e. It was his life - Part 2 and Honoring Lord Buddha and Earth Treasure Bodhisattva)  I had hoped to finish these posts, and moved on to the ''now'.  The human I found it challenging to share some of the personal dramas of that time, and wanted to skip writing about them.  I soon realized I could not simply write how grateful I was after everything came to pass, without relating what happened before (i.e. some of the personal dramas).  Due to this conflict within, I let weeks and months went by.  

From my experience, I knew I could not finish a post even if I forced myself to sit in front of the computer.  I decided to take it easy.  Some days I did not sign in to my blog.  I loved to watch The Cat's Diary on YouTube.  The cats, Kikig and Hairball, had helped raising many ducklings and chicks.  When these ducklings and chicks grew up, they still came to sleep with the cats from time to time.  When Kikig and Hairball became parents, the chickens and ducks sometimes came to babysit the kittens.  It warmed my heart to see the cats, ducks, and chickens living in such peace, harmony and love.  I also enjoyed watching The Masaka Kids Africana singing and dancing.  The smiles on their faces and their expressions of joy were beautiful to behold.  Of course, I watched spiritual videos too. 

As much as I enjoyed the videos, I really hoped to finish the posts.  One night I had a hard time falling asleep.  I was disappointed at myself for being so undisciplined that I did not finish the post as I had intended.  In the morning, I heard music in the air.  As always, I only heard a few or some musical notes (two lines?) over and over in the air.  I hummed into my phone.  It was a nursery rhyme - The Tortoise and The Hare.  My guide had obviously felt my emotion during the night.  Yes, my progress of writing the posts was as slow as a tortoise.  I 'got' it that my guide was telling me that I would eventually make it.  I appreciated my guides and angels' humor and encouragement.  Indeed, our guides and angels don't judge us; they are here to love and support us.  (Re We don't judge you. You judge yourself. Don't be too hard on yourself. )

Some of my friends at the small church had been into meditation for over 30 to 40 years.  A sister once told me she had been meditating for over 40 years.  Every night she went to bed around 8 to 8:30 p.m., and woke up at 4 a.m. to meditate.  Like others at church, she seldom talked about herself.  I only learned she was clairvoyant after an incident at church.  I eventually learned there were others that had accessed their innate abilities due to their dedication to meditation.  My friends were surprised to hear that I followed a few TV drama series as well as watched basketball and football games from time to time.  I wished I was as disciplined in spiritual practices as my friends.  However, I also felt there was nothing wrong that I spent some time watching sports, news or TV on the whole.  

   

In May 2005, I stepped outside of my family to join the Thursday Circle.  Of all the readings I had, the 2006 reading gave me comfort or made me feel 'I am alright'.  (Re The Grand Prize and the Second Reading )  Near the end of the reading, the psychic looked at me with lots of love and compassion.  She said, "You come to live an ordinary life, to collect data living as an ordinary person.  Indeed, you want to live like an ordinary person in every way, and do not want others to see you otherwise . . . . . But, Q of D, you also have to accept who you are; you are not just an ordinary person, you are . . . . and this has been a challenge for you . . . ."  I liked to observe, and did not want to draw attention.  It was true that I found it challenging when someone said things about me out of nowhere in front of other people.  He or she often walked away while I stood there not knowing how to respond.  With time, we all improved on our way of handling life's situations.  I did too, and was more at peace with myself.  We are not just the human garments we put on for A Play on the Stage of Life.  We are all much more than who we appear to be .

Other than my progress in writing the posts was slow, I was (am) doing fine.  Occasionally, my son said, "Life is hard."  I usually smiled and countered with "Life is supposed to be fun."  It was in our difference of opinions that we learned from one another.  Our realities often reflected our attitude.  I had interesting encounters in stores and parking lots every now and then.  My son found my experiences weird and unthinkable.  I loved my strange experiences.    

What prompted me to write this post?  

Originally, I had planned to publish Honoring Lord Buddha and Earth Treasure Bodhisattva as my first post for 2024.  Recently, I had a dream that I considered as worth sharing.  I thought I would wait until I finished the two posts that I had been working on.  Yesterday a friend forwarded to me some information about the possible changes that were coming in 2024 by email.  On the Internet, there were lots of talks / predictions about 2024 and beyond.  Many people were deeply concerned as what would happen in 2024.  Therefore, I decided to share the dream as my first post of 2024.

In the dream, I was observing what went on in the other dimension*.  *There was no sense of ground 

A powerful couple had taken over an organization / operation / mission.  They were giving talks to a huge gathering.

Next scene, in a different location or where the organization was, the female told those that gathering around that their son and daughter would be in charge of the operation.  (The observing me was somewhat surprised.  The couple took over the operation, and I thought they would be in charge.)  The mother said, "They (i.e. the son and daughter) have to learn how to answer calls."  ("They have to learn how to answer calls" were the words I got in the dream.  I thought "Ah, it make sense to let the new generation take charge.")

Back to the scene where the huge gathering was - the man continued with his long talk.  (I could be watching both scenes / happenings at the same time, but it was easier to relate in sequence.)  At the end of his talk, he said, ". . . . . much more that needed to be done.  Be a Spark of PEACE.  Just BE."

Then I woke up.  It was a feel dream.  (See More on Dreams )  The only image was the man.  (I am not good in remembering details of one's appearance as well as names.)  I did not get any name in the dream.  He was of average built and was not tall.  A layer of golden light surrounded him.  The layer was neither explosive nor expansive / thick.  It was probably around 8 inches wide.  It was more like how we used gold color to outline an image.  The golden outline was very bright that made his image stood out in a feel dream.  As I came out of the dream, the words "Be a Spark of PEACE.  Just BE." stayed with me.

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The message my friend forwarded to me was similar to those on the Internet.  According to the channeled messages, these changes were necessary so as to bring in a new world.  Listening to those talks / predictions, some people thought of moving to somewhere that would not be much affected by the earth changes.  Others worried as what to do if the old banking system collapsed.  My son who did not like to hear anything spiritual did not watch those 'spiritual' videos online.  In fact, there were many people liked him.  They went about life the way they normally did.  They might have heard someone talked about the possible changes, but it was of no significance to them.  As I had mentioned, I watched news regularly.  I had heard many stories that in time of sudden happenings such as tornado and flood, it was the every day people that rose to the occasion.  They helped their neighbors, and quietly rebuilt the place.   

Some people feel dismay that their loved ones are not into spirituality as they do.  To me, ALL IS WELL.  We are all spirits / souls / spiritual beings express in forms having a physical life on earth.  I am interested in spiritual matters, but it does not mean I am more 'spiritual' than my loved ones.  For those that want to move, pray and follow your inner guidance; don't make a decision because of fear.  It is the same with the banking system.  In my experience, I agree with my guides and angels that The real beauty of life is what you do not know .  Have faith in the Loving Divine.  Trust that what we need to know will be revealed to us at the right time.  (For instance, I did not know I was going to hold a healing workshop until I was prompted to go to the holistic store.  Re  A beautiful pink fish on the back of a white dove )

Everything is energy.  Our thought, anxiety, worries, joy, peace and other emotions are energy.  A person that was overcome by sadness could not comfort those that were sad; a firefighter must stay calm to rescue the ones that needed help.  Bless are the Red Cross and Peace workers in the war zones helping those in need.  They are anchors of peace and love that the world needs the most in time of chaos or turmoil. 

Dear Friends, we may not be the brave souls who selflessly serve in the war zones; but, we can pray and send love.  What the world needs now is peace, the unshakable peace that is within all of us.  Do not be disturbed by what is going on around us.  Have faith that only good comes out of all situations.   Let us center in peace.  Let our inner peace expand, connect and unite as One Peace around the world.

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Love and Peace,

Q of D

The Front Yard was filled with Packaged Gifts

Greetings!

On Dec. 31, 2022, I turned off the light in my bedroom before 2 a.m.  Earlier, I had watched videos of other galaxies as well as how to set intentions for a new year on YouTube.  Though I was in bed, I knew it would be quite some time before I could fall asleep.

What intentions do I want to set for 2023?

   

To serve or help others had always been my intention since I was young.

What is my vision for 2023?

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After hearing a man's voice saying one unimaginable sentence loud and clear one early morning in the last quarter of 1999, I began to read many spiritual books hoping to find answers to my mystical experience.  I liked to read people's stories on their spiritual journey.  I was not interested in books about spiritual principles, laws, or practices.  I often returned them to the library after reading a few pages.  I had lived a simple ordinary life.  I was surprised to learn from books that we had angels and spirit guides in our lives to guide and help us.  

When I joined the Thursday Circle in May of 2005, I regarded myself a novice because I did not meditate and knew little about spiritual matters.  I prayed a lot especially during the challenging years.  When I tried to sit quietly, I felt asleep while my mind was still busy.  Occasionally, guidance / ideas / solutions to situations came to me as I woke up.  At the circle, a few people that met me for the first time thought that I must have been meditating for decades.  They were surprised to hear that I could not meditate.  In later years, my friends at the small church told me that praying was the first half of a meditation.  I was glad to know that in some ways I had meditated!  

During my time with the Thursday Circle, I learned spiritual practices such as the burning bow ceremony, cleansing with sage smudge sticks, and creating visions.  Some of my friends said vision boards really worked.     

On the trip to Camp Chesterfield in 2006, a friend shared with me her wonderful experience.  When she was ready to get married, she sat down to write a detailed description (e.g. appearance, height, age and etc.) and criteria of an ideal husband.  Later she met a man that was exactly as she wrote in her vision statement, and they got married.  At the time of the conversation, they had been happily married for some years.  (The trip to Camp Chesterfield was a transformative experience.  I had written a few posts about the trip - A man's face on the moon card saved my day , We are all much more than who we appear to be  and Don't be too critical of ourselves and others )

In July of 2005, the teacher of the circle told me that my spirit guide had asked her to tell me to learn a healing modality.  I did not follow the guidance.  I could not imagine myself working as a healer.  In March of 2007, I finally went to a 2-day healing workshop that was held in another center.  Afterward, I felt joyful for days.  When I told the circle I had learned a healing modality, I was shocked that the teacher who was then also the owner of the center asked me to be the on-site healer on Wednesdays.  Immediately, I said I was not qualified.  (Re  More on my journey as a channel of spiritual healing energy )  I thought of the original owner of the center, the teacher of the circle, and my friends at the circle fondly.  I am forever grateful for their love and support.

In August 2007, we moved to another state because my older son found a job there.  (Re The Prophetic Dream of Moving - Story 1 )  Of course, I did not see myself as a healer.  I just went to a workshop 5 months ago.  

In the 2006 reading *, I was told healing would take place when I sat among people, and I did not have to understand how.  (* Re  The Grand Prize and the 2nd Reading )  It was then I understood why powerful energy flowed into me from time to time when I sat among people.  I assumed nobody knew when I was surged with energy.  I was happy to serve without drawing any attention.  I eventually learned my assumption was wrong.  For example, the retired pastor saw energies going through me to heal different people.  She was clairvoyant.

When I arrived at the other state, the teacher of healing was on her way back to her home state nearby.  She asked me to meet her in a restaurant.  It was the first time and the only time we sat down to talk privately.  The teacher told me to go to a Unity Church to meet two traveling Unity pastors that had learned the healing modality.  She thought the three of us could give healing after Sunday service.  However, the pastors were there for another reason.  While I was at Unity, I met two women, a mother and a daughter.  Both of them were mediums.  They said another church was for me, and gave me the address of the small church.  (The teacher had moved on in June, 2019.  Re  Their way of being inspired me )

There were quite a few Reiki masters and experienced healers in the small church.  If not for the prompting of a kind pastor, I would not have approached the pastor who was in charge of the quarterly healing service.  (Re It is the not knowing that makes life intriguing )  I was inexperienced, and did not have the (earthly) credential of a healer.  I had planned to tell the facilitating pastor that it was totally okay to tell me that I was not ready or not qualified.  However, all that I planned to say turned out to be unnecessary.

In Oct. 2008, I went to a holistic store for a free dream interpretation.  About 3 months later, I was shocked to learn that the store had printed out their monthly brochure that I was going to facilitate a healing workshop there at the end of the month.   I almost stressed out yet part of me understood it was all in divine order.  (Re A beautiful pink fish on the back of a white dove )  When the workshop was over, I was very relieved.  I thought I would not hold any workshop again.   Not my will but Thy will be done.  I ended up holding three more workshops before I left that state in February 2012. 

In time, I realized going to the 2007 workshop was not about learning the healing modality.  It was a process to uncover the truth within, i.e. to uncover the unique gifts / abilities that each one of us brought into this world. 

There I was, in the early hours of the last day of 2022, widely awoke recalling my journey.  An incident came to my mind. 

The quarterly healing service was over.  The healers in the front of the chapel began to walk back to where they used to sit.  I was one of the healers.  A woman stopped me.  She said, "You are a healer!  Why are you working in a cafeteria?"  This sudden happening caught me off guard.  In my mind I thought, "She looks familiar.  I have seen her before.  What is her name?  How does she know I work in a cafeteria?"  The woman walked away.

I was not good in remembering names and faces.  It took me quite some time to realize who she was.  She and her husband were long time members of the church, and had worked with the founder of the church.  They were well loved and respected at church.  In the years I was there, they did not come regularly.  That was why I could not recall her name right away.  It was probably because they did not live where the church was.  The church invited them to speak and host events every now and then.  (The founder of the church, a wonderful, wonderful teacher / master, had moved on in 1994 or 13 years before I moved to that state.)

As the Queen of Dreams ***, sometimes I got hints as what to do or what was to come before it was manifested in the physical / material plane.  The job at the cafeteria had something to do with a dream.  The wage might be minimal, but the bosses had treated me with kindness and love.  My time at the job served a purpose which was later confirmed by a channel.  When we moved back to this state, there was a time I volunteered in the office of a charity organization.  For weeks, I wondered why I was there since people rarely walked in or called.  One day a fellow volunteer came early for her shift.  We talked.  I might have assisted in the healing of only one person, but the purpose of being there was complete.  

*** As a child, I often woke up talking about my dreams.  I found my dreams fascinating - colorful, vivid as if watching a real life story.  As a result, my family called me the Queen of Dreams.  It was only a nickname 😊.  I am still learning about dreams.     

The sister that came to me after the quarterly healing service said those words out of good intention.  I was (am) grateful. 

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It had been almost 16 years since I went to the healing workshop in March 2007.  We had moved back to this state for over 10 years.  The first few years flew by.   Our third grandchild was born.  Our younger son's house was about 20 minutes from our apartment.  We visited each other quite often.  It was always a joy to see my loved ones.  Later, they moved to a city in another county so that their children could attend good schools.  I was happy for them.  With three children, my son and daughter-in-law had a busy schedule.  We managed to get together on some weekends to play games, watch a movie, or go places.   

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Since my intention was to serve, there was a time that I had wished to work in a spiritual center where everyone worked in harmony, loving and supporting one another.  It was not necessary about energy work.  I had mentioned there was a couple of times healing energy did not come through.  I honestly said so.  An experienced healer said I was wrong.  He said I should pretend and continue to work on the one that asked for healing.  I could not pretend, and on both occasions I understood within the reason for that to happen.  I was not an at (my) will healer, and did not have a fixed step by step procedure during healing sessions.  I fully understood that some might either see me as egotistic or did not know much about healing when I first joined the quarterly healing service.  In many ways, it was true that the human I did not know much about healing.  If I was watching, I would probably judge too 😊.  (We can learn a lot about ourselves if we pay attention to our actions and reactions.)  In my experience, to listen with an open heart, and / or to speak up at the right time brought about healing as well.   Centered in love, We could be the love and support to one another .  To me, any healing was an experience of grace.  I often thanked the one who asked for healing for allowing me to be part of the experience.

In 2016, I had asked the master healer for his advice.  He promised to help me to make a plan when he returned to our state.  (Re  The healing session with the master healer )  However, every time he returned to the state, he had a busy schedule, e.g. giving talks and healing sessions. During the monthly meeting, people asked him for healing too.  There was only one time he asked me to join in.  I was late.  As soon as I walked in, he asked me to work on that person.  I did not know anything about that person's condition, but healing energy came through right away to guide me to work on certain parts of that person's body.  The master healer had moved on a few years ago.  (Re The master healer had stepped out of the physical world )

Over the years, I had gone to some meetings hosted by healers.  I observed and seldom spoke.  Understandably, most healers wanted to teach as well as to get some business.  At times I wondered if it was necessary for us to compete or regard a certain healing modality as the best of all.                 

What is my vision for 2023?   

What do I want to manifest in 2023?  I thought of my vision to work in a center where everybody embraced one another.  However, I did not have the earthly qualifications  or certifications.  Most of all, I always found it challenging to promote myself.  

Then something else came to my mind.  During zoom meetings, sometimes we got free / unexpected messages from psychics or channels.  Incidentally, In Nov. and Dec. I received similar guidance / message on two separate occasions.  One was a one card reading which was a two of heart.  The other was a message that I was clear on wanting a few truthful friends, but was very blurry on how I wanted to live the rest of my life, and that I should spend some time to create a clear vision of a personal relationship / a partner.  It reminded me of my Dec. 2001 reading by a known channel.  I was told that if I wanted a happy relationship, I should not fixate on anybody, and should simply focus on what a happy relationship was.  (Re Do you really mean what you pray for? )

Relationship was indeed one of the most challenging if not the most challenging lesson in life.  My relationship with my husband had not been easy.  As a loved one said his father never found peace in life, and it might be his father was finally in peace now.  

I looked back at my life.  The human I had never thought of moving to another state.  I had never envisioned hosting healing workshops.  Of course, I had not intended for The Unexpected Incident to happen, yet there seemed to be a divine plan in place in every turn of my life.  At the end, I simply affirmed my intention - not my will but Thy Will be done through me, in me and as me; may all my going in and coming out be in total accord with Thy Will; wherever I am, may I ever be in total alignment with my higher self that is of the Source of All That Is, and may I ever be of service, may I ever be a clear, pure channel of divine blessings, healing love and light to the others in every way and in every moment of now.  (Note - I am a member of A.R.E.  I am grateful for the messages that came through Edgar Cayce and the words from the founder of the small church which were both inspiring and helpful.)   

Gradually, I fell asleep.  This was the dream I had in the morning.

I talked to a few people.  Then I said I was going to go home first.

Arriving at my place, I saw the front yard in front of my place was filled with packaged gifts.  Some neighbors were outside looking.  I said happily, "Oh!  All my gifts have been delivered!"  

A neighbor I knew walked by.  I thought of giving him one of the gifts / packages.  Then I thought I should bring all the gifts inside my place first.  I should look at all my gifts, and then I could decide what to give.

In the dream, I was very happy seeing all the gifts had arrived.

I woke up smiling and feeling very joyful.  And, I thanked the Loving Divine.

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Last Saturday was the Chinese new year eve which was as important as The Thanksgiving Day in USA.  January 22, 2023, Sunday, was the Chinese New Year.  We got together in our younger son's house to celebrate.  Their living room looked nice and warm with lighted mini Chinese lanterns and other beautiful Chinese decorations.

What is the Year of the Rabbit going to be?

Well, I am glad the post is finished.

Love and Blessings,

Q of D

                                                                       

Part 2 - The Dream on Day 8, and more dreams afterward

Greetings!

On the 7th day after my husband moved on, I burnt some incense sticks at night.  In my heart, I talked to my husband and the Divine.  (Re  Part 1 - Death and Cultural Customs )

Seeing that, my son asked why I burnt some incense sticks.  I told him the 7th day after one moved on was an important day in our Chinese culture.  Hearing that, he went to look at his father's picture.  With his hands folded in a prayer position, he stood there for a while.  I did not know what he said in his heart.  I did not tell him that I prayed for his father to come into his dreams.  I ususally went to bed between 1 to 2 a.m.  Therefore, it was already the 8th day when I went to sleep.

That morning I had two dreams.  My dreams were short, and both could be about future events.  Upon waking up, I heard Sukiyaki over and over in the air.  (Posts on Sukiyaki Why did I wake up hearing a song about Japanese food? and Sukiyaki on Christmas Morning )

Around 9 in the morning, my son called me from work.   He had a dream about his father!  His father walked in the same way as he used to after taking a walk.  He wore his regular clothes, and looked the same before he got sick.  They greeted each other.  It was a short dream.  My son was happy to see his father in the dream.  I was happy for him too because he truly missed his father.

My son rarely talked to me about dreams.  The only other time he shared a dream with vivid descriptions and details was long, long time ago.  He had a past life kind of dream in a country in South America.  At the time, I was not into journaling.  I did not remember the details of his dream.  I only knew the story seemed so real to my son that caused him to examine his view and value toward life.

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Nine days later, my son dreamed about his father again.  In his dream, his father walked in wearing his blue jean and dark blue jacket with the hood on.  His father said it was raining outside (that was why he had the hood on).  (Indeed, it rained during the night and morning.)  His father pulled down the hood.  My son was very surprised to see that his father looked young and with a full head of black hair!  (In life, his hair was thin and mostly white.)  My son told me that his father looked exactly like the way he was when he was a boy.  He said I was in the dream, and his father talked to both of us.  However, all the while my son could not help looking at his father, and wondered how his father could look that young again.  He said, "Mom, if this happens in life, Dad needs to spend a lot of money to make himself look like that!"  I told him I was not surprised because I read that we all looked in our 20 s or 30 s on the other side; of course, some might choose the image they preferred, young or old.

Later that day, I talked to my son about dreams.  I asked if he actually saw colors and images in his dreams.  He was surprised that I asked.  

He said, "Of course, I see what one wears and every detail as if in everyday life.  When I eat something in the dream, I see the color and feel the taste.  I also smell everything as if in life.  My dreams are not any different from what happen in life.  Don't you dream as I do?"  

I said, "No.  Many of my dreams are feel dreams.  In other words, I only feel what goes on.  Sometimes a particular image may stand out.  For example, I dreamed that I was in a store, I did not see the setting of a store; then, I saw a vivid image of a red chair in there.  I seldom have vivid dreams as you do.  When I do, those dreams normally carry some sort of significance.  Oh . . . sometimes I may see color, but I do not feel the taste or smell as you do.  I may feel something was delicious, but that is all I feel."

My son was surpised.  He thought everybody had dreams as he did.  The settings of his dreams were not any different from everyday life.

I was glad that we talked.  I used to think that other people sometimes only felt what went on in their dreams as I did.  Now, I knew my assumption was off.  In My dream experiences are part of my life story , we stood next to one another as if we took our position getting ready for the next phase of life.  Recently I reread my journal, and noticed people lying in bed without human emotion had a similar meaning.  Oftentimes, there was no image, and might include people we did not know / had yet come to know.  Though there was no image, I got the impression of young, old, average size, slim, tall and etc.  

Many of my dreams were not of everyday life.  Therefore, I often kept my dreams to myself.  Sometimes I had dreams as if in ordinary broad daylight as well as in light setting in higher dimension where I did not have the sense of a solid ground.  ( e.g. A Play on the Stage of Life and Dreams and the Unfoldment in Life )  I noticed I occasionally reacted with my human emotion in dreams that were not of this dimension.  At times, the setting of my dreams was dark or without light.  To me that symbolized mystery.  Sometimes I was in the dream, yet part of me was observing the dream.  I had dreamed of meeting other beings.  I had out of body experience, and had seen my body sleeping soundly on the bed.  One day I was by the window seeing my sons and their friend drove off.  Then I sat on my bed and closed my eyes.  The next minute I (or my spirit) was flying, and soon found myself inside a mall in another country.  I was looking down from the ceiling of the mall.  I saw everything clearly.  Meanwhile, the me on the bed knew very well I could stop the 'vision' whenever I chose to.  After a while, I pulled myself back to where I / my body was.  There were times my husband found it puzzling that I knew what happened around me even though he saw me deep in my sleep.  For example, I knew who used the bathroom, what they talked about or what went on in the family room.  However, that was the younger or more energetic me.  I was not that alert anymore.  In recent years, I felt tired.  Sometimes I did not know my son had left to go to work.  

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Four days after his second dream, my son dreamed about his father again.

In the dream, my son worked in the family room as he did when he worked from home.  He heard someone walked in.  It was his father.  He was surprised because he felt his father did not come through the door.  His father greeted him and proceeded to walk to the bedroom.  He followed his father and asked, "How do you come in?"  (These were not the exact words because I did not take the time to write down what happened after my son told me his dream.)

He followed his father into the bedroom.  His father sat on the bed.  Son said, "Dad, you know Mom, XXXX (his brother), and your grandchildren loved you.  Why did you leave / die?"  His father said, "Yes, I know, but you see, I do not have stomach pain anymore."  Son looked at his father's stomach.  It was no longer bloated.  His father looked healthy.  His appearance was as he was before he got sick.  (In this dream, his father was not young as seen in the second dream.)  With his warrior nature, Son still wished his father had not died.  He wanted to ask some more questions.  He woke up before he finished his question.

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Sixteen days later, my son dreamed about his father for the fourth time.  His father sat on the couch and talked to him.  My son could not recall what the talk was about.  He concluded his father was probably talking about normal stuff.  Then he heard his father said for him to pay attention to his alarm.  My son woke up, and his alarm was indeed beeping.

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I had heard some people moved on right after their physical death.  For instance, a man appeared to a pastor in a body of light after his physical death.  In the morning, his wife informed the pastor that her husband had passed away in his sleep.  I also read that some people (ghost) remained in the state that they moved on for a long time because they did not realize that they had died.  In one case, a man that died in a shipwreck stayed that way for 200 years.  In The Dream of Three Japanese Soldiers , my spirit guide helped me to guide the soldiers to the light too.  

I was glad my son had dreams about his father.  Some people were not sensitive to dreams, and might not be open to have such dreams.  When my son dreamed about his father for the fourth time, over five weeks had gone by.  In less than two weeks, the 49 days period would come to an end.  

Had my husband completed his transition?  

Did our culture play a role in his after death experience?

Stay tuned.

Love and Blessings,

Q of D  

My dream experiences are part of my life story

Greetings!

Last Sunday (Feb. 13, 2022) we celebrated the Chinese New Year in our younger son's house.  In our tradition, we could get together and celebrate a new year within the first 15 days.  That day I was totally into getting the food ready to bring over to their house.  I did not know it was snowing heavily until I stepped outside of our apartment.  The temperature was low (about 20 degrees F).  I did not expect to see heavy snow fall at all.  The visibility on the highway was low.  Luckily, my older son was driving, and the present me knew to center in peace.  On the whole, it was a smooth day.  Above all, it was always a joy to see my loved ones.    

As young, I was nicknamed the Queen of Dreams because I often woke up talking about the dreams I had.  (That was why I signed off every post with Q of D.)  Growing up, I had many wonderful past life dreams and prophetic dreams.  However, I did not write down my dreams or the events in my life.  After I got married, I did not pay much attention to my dreams until the challenging restaurant years.  It was a blessing to myself that I began to write down some of my dreams and life events / dramas.  Despite of the challenges, many times the synchronistic experiences made me smile or cry with the tears of joy.  My heart was constantly filled with gratitude and the sense of wonder.

While dreams were important to me, my loved ones rarely talked about their dreams.  Like most people, they were not that interested in dreams.  As a result, I kept most of my dreams to myself.  I observed my husband sometimes had bad dreams as if he was in a physical fight or arguing with others.  When asked, he either said he did not remember anything or his dreams were about everyday stuff.  There was only one time he was deeply touched by a dream.  He described what he saw in great detail.  Coincidentally, I also had a dream that morning.  I might or might not have written down the dreams in my notebooks.  No matter how significant a dream was, sometimes the human I had not taken the time to write it down.  However, I remembered his dream and mine.  I understood the meaning of our dreams.  The setting (or story) of his dream was very different from mine, but both showed possible outcomes of our future.  Now that everything had come to pass (i.e. my husband had moved on), our dreams were quite foretelling and correct in many ways.

I did not remember what year it was when we had the dreams.  I really want to find the notebook that I might have recorded them.  I did not like writing something from memory.  I had over a hundred notebooks in two big plastic totes.  In recent weeks, I had been rereading some of my journals.

Anyway, I happened to read an entry in April, 2012 ** about a short dream. 

** Near the end of Feb. 2012, we left the state where the small church was.  Our older son had found a contract job in a state that was half a distance to the state where we used to live.  In other words, we (our older son, my husband and I) were living in a state that was six and a half hours from our younger son's family instead of 12 to 13 hours.  

In the dream, we stood one next to another ready to go somewhere.  (My dream symbol as a path or for a divine plan.)  The setting was light.  We stood in this order -

My older son, my husband, my younger son, a baby carrier, and my daughter-in-law.  I was standing a little bit behind them.

  

We lined up in this manner as if getting ready in position.  There was not much human emotion such as we did not wonder what we were getting ready for.  The only 'surprise' feeling was from me when my younger son said, "May be Mom should carry the baby carrier."

I woke up hearing the song "You Raise Me Up", the song I chose for the mother and son dance during his wedding.  (FYI I did not know how to dance at all, but the younger generation said it was the American tradition.)   At the end of the entry, I wrote "Time will tell what this dream means.  The human I think it may mean my younger son will have another baby."

When I had this dream, my younger son and his wife already had a son and a daughter.  The older grandchild was almost 4 years old.  The younger generation had honestly let me know that they only believed in science.  Therefore, I was mindful not to talk to them about my spiritual experiences and dreams.  In fact, I had forgotten about this short dream.  When I reread my journal, I realized my youngest grandson was born nine months after I had this dream (to be exact it was 9 months and 4 days).  

We moved back to this state near the end of July, 2012.  In later months, our son asked me to go to their house to play with the kids so that our daughter-in-law could have some rest.  After our youngest grandson was born, we visited them quite often.  Sometimes my daughter-in-law invited me to go to the zoo or parks with them so that one adult could stay with the baby while the mother went to the bathroom with the kids.  In the dream, I was surprised when my son asked me to carry the baby carrier.  I felt surprised because I had expected my younger son, the father of my grandchildren, to pick up the baby carrier.  

My younger son's family did not live close to where we lived anymore.  They moved to a city in another county seven years ago so that the kids could go to good schools.  I am happy for them.  

If life is a dream, are our dreams within a dream?  Anyway, I shall share my older son's dreams about his father in my next post.  

Love,

Q of D

  

  

It is time to let go of my earthly perception of . . . . .

Greetings!

In my last post, I wrote about the healing session during which the healer from California worked on a woman that walked in looking very unwell.  The woman was radiant and looked like a different person after the healing was finished.  The healer who was known as the awaken one told the woman that others extreme negative view of her particularly that of an older male had formed like a hook at the back of her neck.  The woman confirmed what the healer said, and shared with us her story.  (Please click to view Everything Is Energy )

I was deeply touched by the woman's story.  I never realized one's strong negative thought could have such an impact on another person.

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A few days after I published Everything Is Energy, a relative called.  She talked about Rosie.  She was annoyed Rosie kept mailing her religious books even though she had asked her to stop.  Rosie also sent a lot of videos and messages by phone on a regular basis.  She said she no longer talked to Rosie, and had blocked her from other connections / communications.  Rosie thought that she was saving others by sharing (forcing) what she believed in onto others.  Her actions had alienated most of the relatives including her own loved ones.  Over the phone, we concluded Rosie probably would not change for the rest of her life.  (Other posts on Rosie Gateway to Heaven and He Who Dances On Wood )

In the morning of May 17, 2021, I had a dream.  The setting was light ***.  

*** In some of my dreams, I felt or saw things took place during nighttime.  There were structures such as shops, houses and people.  In some of my feel dreams (i.e. I only felt what went on), the background was not light, yet it was not necessary nighttime.  In a few of those dreams, I got the sense of suspense or mystery.  Sometimes I had dreams just as things happened in daytime.  Occasionally, I noted on my journal the setting was light.  The light was similar to broad daylight, but more toward something happening in the light / in another dimension.  I might sense I was in a place.  However, I did not get the same feeling of inside a structure or building or standing on a ground as that of living on earth.

In the dream, we drove on wide, wide highways to get to a gathering.  Soon we were already there.  As I entered, Rosie and her sister came out of the kitchen to greet me.  It seemed they were helping in the kitchen.  Rosie and her sister wore the same deeper green flowery down to ankle dresses, and covered their hair with white elastic cooking hats.  We were all smiles seeing one another.  Joyfully, we talked.

As mentioned above, I had the sense they walked out of the kitchen.  However, I did not really see anything inside the kitchen, and the place was in light.  In A Strange Dream and Dreams and Unfoldment in our life , the setting was similar.  I did not see the ground.

As I came out of the dream, I thought -

                      It is time to let go of my earthly perception of Rosie.

It was a liberating thought.  

As human beings, sometimes we easily formed an opinion / judgment of others be it positive or negative.  When we held someone in our negative view, it did not help that person.  In truth, it did not help anybody including ourselves.  

Let us look at it this way.  For examples, the father-in-law who held an extreme negative view against the woman / his son's wife - he might not have noticed that every time he talked about her or thought of her, he himself would be in an unpleasant / negative state of being.  I recalled I was with a friend when she got a call.  I walked a distance away so she could talk to her friend.  Before the call, my friend was in high energy.  After the call, her energy depleted.  She said she had just talked to a friend who was always very negative.  Every time they talked, she felt her energy drained.  I understood how she felt.  Years ago, I also had a similar experience.  I felt exhausted after talking to a friend over the phone.  I put down the phone and said, "I would not answer her call again!"  Right then, I 'got' that I was supposed to listen with discernment, and should continue to talk to her.  The friend continued to call every now and then.  As I centered in peace, I did not feel my energy depleted again.

The truth was most of us were affected to a certain degree of what we held in our mind or when we had a conversation with others.  It was worth to observe our state of being closely.  Why were we upset?  When were we happy?  Could we be happy no matter what*?  (* "You could be happy no matter what" was the best guidance from my spirit guide during the restaurant years.  I had written about the experience in one of my posts, but did not know which post.  If you have time, please click to view A Play on the Stage of Life )

This day I let go of my earthly perception of Rosie.  Rosie may or may not let go of her concept of hell.  It is her journey of discovery.  Each one of us is responsible for our own life.  In Grace, may all of us remember the truth that we are.

Love and Truth,

Q of D