Life Must Be Experienced

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After the ice storm, a new friend who lived in California emailed me asking if I was alright.  We had not met in person.  I was one of the participants in her online workshop a few months ago.  Her kind, caring nature touched my heart.

Before the ice storm, I saw a few utility trucks in our neighborhood.  The workers seemed to work on strengthening the electrical wires.  Seeing that, I felt good thinking that we might not have to experience power outage again.  (Re  Power Outage and the Refrigerator )  Indeed, there was no power outage in where I lived.  However, over a quarter of a million families in our state lost power.  It was cold, and my heart went out to those families that had no heat.  Some families had no electricity for 5 to 7 days.

Then another winter storm came.  The heavy, wet snow caused more damage than the previous ice storm.  Over 270,000 families lost power.  I was watching the evening news when the power went out.  I looked at my phone.  It was 6:16 p.m.  I texted my son who was in his friend's house.  There was no power outage in that area.  His friend's family asked him to stay for the night.  

During the previous refrigerator problem and the eventual power outage, we bought two huge bags of ice, each weighed 11 lbs.  The ice and what I did in those few days did not save the food / meat.  I ended up throwing away everything in the refrigerator.  This time around, I decided not to open the refrigerator door at all until the power was restored.  I prayed and hoped the power would come back soon.

The second day my son came home with hamburgers, fries, and drinks.  I told my son not to open the fridge.  If he wanted something to drink, he could drink bottled water or juice on the counter.  It was cold in the apartment.  Instead of sitting around, I decided to do some clean up and throw away things that I no longer wanted.  At night my son went to fast food restaurants to buy food again.  We learned it would take two more days before the workers could work in our area.  I prayed for the angels to keep the meat, fish, and shrimps in the freezer compartment frozen.  I thought I probably had to throw away some items in the freezer such as pizzas, cheesecake, TV dinners and breakfast.

The following day my son and I got into a discussion in the afternoon.  I did not recall how our conversation started.  As our talk continued, we got into our differences again.  To me, it was totally alright for us to have different views or different ways of going about life.  To my son, it was somewhat frustrating.  He saw my way of dealing with situations / people as far too gentle which he considered as weak and not competitive enough.   

I did not see myself as gentle or weak.  I am that I am, and there is beauty in each one of us.    

I had shared with my sons some of my experiences in my early days.  With a smile, I said, "You see me as weak.  Would you dare to speak up as I did against the boss (owner of the business) who could not stop swearing and scolding the employees?"  

My son thought for a while.  He said, "I would not do that because one could get fired doing that."  

I said, "Would you call the TV station as I did when I saw something fraudulence was going on in a game show?"  

My son said, "Probably not."  

I said, "You may see me as weak, but I never fail to do the right thing as how my heart feels.  Sometimes I do not speak up because I feel it is not necessary.  Sometimes people may look down on me.  It is fine.  That is their business / opinion, not mine.  For examples, I know my loved ones including you see my spiritual experiences as merely coincidence or wishful thinking.  You always say there is no scientific research or there is no scientific data to support this / that.  I have learned to keep most of my experiences to myself most of the time.  There is nothing wrong with how you and others perceive my experiences.  Life must be experienced.  We are all where we are at, and I am not here to convince anybody because of what I have experienced.  I say I keep things to myself most of the time, but I do share with you some of my stories on a few occasions.  I know you are not that interested in hearing them, but, sometimes I do feel the need of talking to someone about what has happened."

My son said, "Mom, you can talk to me about your experiences.  I do listen."  (💗 That's my son!  Behind that tough front, there is kindness.  He does care about his family and friends.)

I smiled and said, "While you always see our differences, I see our similarities.  We love our cat.  We love and care about the homeless cats living around the apartments.  On the whole, we love animals and birds.  By the way, I remembered you said you did not believe in afterlife because there was no scientific proof.  I am glad your dad came into your dreams after he moved on.  You also told me you saw a bushy tail by your feet for a split second right after you talked to the picture of your girlfriend's dog that died months ago.  In one of my dreams, I saw your guide teaching you how to communicate with spirits.  You are not just the human you.  Isn't it interesting that you are so sensitive to energy that you are the one in our family that know right away when I am surged with energy?"

We talked some more.  Later, he left to visit a friend.  Earlier, he had bought more than enough food for lunch so that I would have something to eat at night.

I took out bags of old mails, newspaper clippings, magazines and etc.  I put them all over the sofa.  I sorted through them choosing what to keep and what to throw away.  At one point, I thought of the food in the refrigerator.  I said out loud, "Please let the power be restored by 10 p.m. tonight!"  Then I remembered I should always end a prayer with "However, not my will but Thy Will be done!"  Right after these words came out of my mouth, the sound of the TV came on.  I turned to look at the TV.  Evening news was on, and the time was 6:26 p.m.  I stood there in awe of what happened.  My heart was filled with gratitude.   

I went to the kitchen.  I was relieved that meat and other items in the freezer compartment were still frozen hard as rock.  I opened the door of the lower compartment.  I was surprised everything (sausages, eggs, drinks and etc.) was cold to touch as if the power had not been out.  I texted my son about the good news and what had happened.  My son was happy to know that the power in our apartment was back.  

He added - I see, the prayer helped

My reply - Of course!  I had prayed for power to be restored by 10 p.m., but power came back on right after I said 'however, not my will but Thy Will be done'.  It happened by GRACE   

He replied - Correct

I just looked up 616 and 626  from the Angel Numbers book.  (i.e. 6:16 p.m. and 6:26 p.m.)

616 - Keep your thoughts positive, expect miracles, and know that your needs are met.  Give any fears to Heaven for healing, as worries block your manifestations.  Stay optimistic, and know that everything is in Divine and perfect order.

626 - The answer to your prayer is your amazing power of faith and belief.  Rise above all illusions of problems, and claim the spiritual truth that everything is in Divine order.  Your faith brings about miracles.

Life must be experienced.  The grace of the Divine is forever present.  We can acknowledge grace with a heart of gratitude, or we can regard these experiences as merely coincidence.  Sometimes it may not be (exactly) as what we ask for.  Have faith that everything is going to be alright.  Have faith that everything is in Divine order.

Below are links to two of my experiences of grace.

What if it is my son or daughter in a similar situation 

The sun will shine and the wind will calm down 

Spring is here.  A new season has begun.  

Love and Blessings,

Q of D

A prompting from within, and a confirmation from the divine

Greetings!

Happy New Year!  This is my first post in 2019.

Today is Angels Day (111 day, Jan. 11).  I honor the loving archangels and angels. 

Yesterday I woke up remembering a true story that I heard about two years ago.  It was a brother's story.  One night, he shared with us this experience.

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One morning, the brother kept getting an inner prompting to call a man that he did not know well to go out for breakfast.  Hearing the inner voice or a prompting from within was not something new to him.  He began his spiritual journey at an early age, and had been into meditation for many decades.  Usually, he followed through with his inner guidance, but this day he was reluctant to do so.  He did not really know this person, and could not understand the purpose of going out for breakfast.  The inner prompting persisted.  He surrendered and called this man. 

(For convenience sake, I would called this man Dan.  The brother never mentioned his name.)

The brother was a longtime professional educator and a spiritual teacher.  He was very good in communicating with people, yet he pondered what to talk that morning.

Dan came.  They talked through breakfast.  They decided to go to another restaurant for lunch.  To put a long story short, they enjoyed their conversation so much that they finally said goodbye late at night after dining in a third restaurant.

The brother did not understand why he was prompted to call Dan, but he was glad they had such a good time talking.  As an educator and a spiritual teacher, the brother had lots of things to attend to.  He did not call Dan after that day.

Six months later, the brother came across Dan in a gathering.  Later, Dan pulled the brother aside.  He thanked the brother for saving him and his wife's life.  He told the brother that he and his wife had been very depressed; that morning they had decided to commit suicide after midnight; he was very surprised to receive the brother's call asking him out for breakfast; as they talked and talked, the heaviness in his heart was lifted; he did not say a word about his plan to commit suicide, but the brother's words about life helped him to look at life from a new perspective; he went home feeling free and joyful; he talked to his wife, and they chose to live.  Dan said they (he and his wife) were doing much better now.

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The brother's story touched me deeply, but I did not say anything after he finished talking.  In fact, all of us sat in silence for quite a while.  It might be we were all very moved by the grace of the divine, and in moment like this, no words could express how we felt except the resonance in our hearts.


Love,
Q of D

                                       

Divine Inspiration and Co-creation

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Please view  On Angels Day I heard 'O Come, O Come, Emmanuel'  (post published on Jan. 11, 2018)

Before that morning, this piece of music was only one of the music I knew or listened on YouTube.  As I had mentioned, I was not into lyrics of songs.  Therefore, I only knew the music was 'O Come, O Come, Emmanuel'.  The music went on and on for about an hour.  I stayed in bed for the energy field was wonderful and powerful.

Afterward, I used the computer to look up the meaning of Emmanuel.  It meant "God is with us".  I wanted to know the lyrics.  I logged onto YouTube.  The song was nice, but I did not feel resonance with the lyrics.  I liked music played by The Piano Guys.  So I listened to them playing  'O Come, O Come, Emmanuel'.  As I listened, I felt my whole being vibrated, and words began to flow in my heart.  In the following days, the music came on even when the computer was off, and words continued to come as if making a song of my own.  When I tried to voice the words, sometimes words came out beautifully, but more often than not I had a hard time singing in tune.  I let it go, and went on to do something else.  Then the right tune would suddenly come out of nowhere, and the co-creation continued.  It took some days for the music and some of the words to settle in.  Whenever the music came, I quietly sang along in my heart.  Energy around my head vibrated and so was my entire being.  I realized it was no accident that I heard the music on Angels Day.  I was very grateful for the inspiration from the angels.

This kind of experiences was not new to me.  Years ago I used to worry a lot.  When the sky was gray, so was my mood.  Seeing the night sky or dark ocean triggered fear in me.  If I was alone when these scenes came on the screen, I turned off the TV immediately.  One morning, a sentence came to my mind at the very moment I woke up.  For the next four weeks, a strong urge within caused me to expand on the sentence.  When I finished the writing, I no longer had fear looking up at the night sky or ocean.  Most of all, I seemed to worry much less than before.  (Re  Writing is Healing and On a cloudy, gloomy morning, I go looking for the sun )  A Fight against Poverty in Black and White was another experience of divine intervention or inspiration.

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Scientists, writers, poets, artists, musicians, singers, and in fact all of us received divine inspirations from time to time.  We might have an aha moment reading something.  We could hear a speech that uplifted our spirit and inspired us to take some actions.  One Sunday, the words on the church's weekly leaflet touched me deeply.  When I was home, I copied the words in my journal.

                 So Send I You (by Paul Solomon and Chris Van cleave)

                   So Send I you to do what I have done and more.

                   So Send I you to fields that are white with harvest.
                   Never was the deed so great nor the workers so few.
                   For that reason, So Send I you.

                   So Send I you and you do not go without me.
                   Wherever you are, here I will also be.
                   So Send I you to labor for me and for the world that never knew me.
                   And often will not know you.

                   So Send I you to those who are gathered here.
                   They are my people and the sheep of my pastures.
                   The good shepherd is known by his sheep,
                   So shall they know your voices.

                   Think not what you should say but boldly open your mouth.
                   And I will speak.
                   For I have sent you.
                   So Send I you.

                   So Send I you like lambs among wolves.
                   Carry neither purse nor script nor shoes.
                   Don't stop to chat along the way.
                   And whatever house you enter, bring peace there.

                   You have not chosen me, I have chosen you.
                   Those you forgive, I will forgive.
                   For I have send you.
                   So Send I you.

In my journal, I wrote:

From (my name) to Christ:

Your powerful message is received with the utmost devotion and love.  I, among the many you sent, vow to live the rest of my life to be the mouth piece of Your Words, and to be the Peace you have sent us to be.  You have carried the sheep on your shoulders, and so will I as the laborer you have sent.  Use me any way your feel fit.  Never my will but Thy Will be done in me, as me, of me and around me.      Amen. 

                                                                                      

I made a promise to myself.  I wanted to look at others with love and non-judging eyes like Jesus Christ, Buddha, Quan Yin and all the loving beings.  I also prayed that when others looked into my eyes, they would see the reflection of their own beauty - the wonderful, beautiful, loving beings that they are.

Two days later, I went to the Tuesday healing prayer service.  After the service, we used to hug each other before we left the chapel.  I practiced what I vowed.  I looked into their eyes before we hugged.  Amazingly, some of my friends looked into my eyes, and pulled me to them for a second hug!

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Can I stay in that state of being?  No.  I am not different from anybody.  I falter from time to time.  I react to situations and lose my peace.  Sometimes I doubt.  Yes, sometimes I judge myself as well as others.  Fortunately, by the Grace of God, I am always able to return to the Truth that I Am.  For this, I am grateful.

Love and Blessings,
Q of D

P.S.  As I was writing this post, I went online to look for 'So Send I You'.  I learned about the original version of the hymn.  I loved the above version by Paul Solomon and Chris Van Cleave.  The words were like words by Christ channeled through them.  There was power in those words.  However, as I wrote in my other posts, we might be watching the same movie, but each might find a different scene more touching / inspiring than the rest.  It had nothing to do with right and wrong.  All Is Well. 

When The Sky Is Gray

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I was watching short videos on YouTube.  Out of nowhere, the words 'when the sky is gray' came to my mind.  Then I happened to click on  

Tragedy into Triumph - Inky Johnson & Inspirational Video 

I realized the words that came to me were good for the title of this post.  In life, most of us wondered why this or that happened every now and then.  It helped to listen to other's true stories and inspirational insight about life such as Mr. Johnson's. 

Love and Peace
Q of D

What if it is my son or daughter in a similar situation?

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It was 6 pm.  The apartment manager had all the paper work ready.  Her assistants had left.  She stayed behind because a young man from another state had called that he would be there soon.  When he arrived, she would have him sign the lease.  She would give him the key to his apartment.  Then she could go home.

Early that morning, a mother saw her son drove off to another state.  It was the first time her son drove to another state all by himself.  Her son had gotten a TripTik from AAA (a print-out route plan), and he had given her a copy.  It was a 13 to 14-hour drive!  She could not sleep during the night, and knew her son was up most of the night too.  She knew her son was very stubborn that he would drive there without taking any time to rest.  There was nothing she could do other than praying for the angels to surround, energize and protect her son.

About two hours later, the mother got a call from her son.  He had stopped for gas.  When he got back on the road, a page or two of the print-out route plan were flown out of the car because he had left the window open.  He wrote down the information that his mother said over the phone, and continued his drive to another state.  It was a short delay due to the little drama.  The mother was grateful that her son had given her a copy of the TripTik.

Some time in the late afternoon, the son called to say that he was now in that state, and was on his way to the city where the apartment was.  The mother said, "It will take about two and a half hour for you to drive over there.  The office will be closed."  The son said, "Don't worry!  I'll be there much sooner than that.  Besides, the manager said she would wait for me."  The mother said, "You will probably be there around 8:30 pm.  The office must be closed by that time.  Please promise me you will get a hotel room ... "  The son said, "Don't worry!  I will be there before 7 pm.  Besides, I know how to take care of myself."  According to the TripTik, the mother knew there was no way her son would be there before 7 pm.  Knowing her son, she also knew her son might not get a hotel room; he might wait in his car for the office to open in the morning.  She could only pray and place her trust in the loving Divine that everything was going to be all right.

Forty minutes had gone by, the young man had not arrived.  The apartment manager decided to leave.  She thought he could come in the morning to sign the lease.  At home, she made dinner.  After dinner, she thought of her daughter who was at college.  She loved her and missed her.  Somehow, she thought, "What if it was my daughter in the young man's situation?  Would I want the apartment manager to wait for her?"  It was past 8 pm.  She decided to drive back to the office.

Some time before 9 pm., the son called the mother that he was now in his apartment.  The manager had waited for him.  He would go out to get some food for he had not bought lunch or dinner on his drive there.  That night the mother went to bed with a heart full of gratitude.

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Please click to view The Amazing Dream of Moving - Story 1.

When I went to thank the manager, she told me the story.  She said, "In my 20 (?) years as the manager, I rarely stayed behind to wait for anybody to sign the lease not to mention 8:30 pm.  My daughter is a college student.  She lives on campus.  That night I kept thinking what if that was my daughter in a similar situation ..."  As we talked, we both felt the touch of the Loving Divine in what had happened.

                      What if it is my son or daughter in a similar situation?

Let us treat one another with kindness and compassion.  Let us look at others as if they are part of our family.

Many blessings,
Q of D

P.S.  Going places is easier than before.  My sons used their phones' GPS, and they bought me a GPS device to use in the car.

The Divine had its way of revealing to me

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The spiritual teacher had returned to his country a few days ago.  His evening discourses in English were over in July.  In August, we had two whole days spiritual retreat.  There were about fifty of us.  It had been quite a month for our group.

I knew my last post was published over a month ago.  I tried to get back to my blog in the past few weeks, but could not focus on writing.  Our energy was raised in the presence of the teacher, and it might take some time for us to get back to our routine.

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In my last post, I wrote that I might not write anything about this year's retreat, but there was an interesting coincidence that I would like to share with you.

In Oct. 2016, I finished writing about my experiences during the 7-day evening discourses.

In Nov. 2016, The Mysterious Encounter came to my mind, and I wrote a post about it.  Then I happened to recall The Strange Dream I had in my 20 s.  In the dream, I was told to sign my name before my younger brother was to reincarnate.  I thought this dream could not be true because I was the youngest of three.  I had an older sister and an older brother.  I did not know my mother had a miscarriage (twins) when I was in elementary school.  I eventually found out my dream was right - the year I had the dream marked the 16th year since the souls of the younger twins went back to the other side.  For years I wondered why I had to sign my name before he was to reincarnate.  I thought my parents or my older siblings should sign instead of me.

With one post leading to another, I wrote from Nov. 2016 to Jan. 2017.  While writing those posts, I suddenly understood I was asked to sign because this soul and I would meet again in this lifetime.  In that post, I wrote - 

I knew the year he was reincarnated.  In my current spiritual group, there were many young men around that age.  It was very possible my younger brother was among them.   At the end, I wrote 'I do not intend to find out who is my brother'.

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The first whole day retreat was held in a sister's beautiful home.  After the teacher's discourse, we sat down to talk.  (Note - at the time of the talk, the teacher was not with us.)  Samuel and Matthew led the talk.  They were wonderful leaders of our group.  (Re The Unveiling of A Divine Plan , The Beauty of a Bouquet of Flowers, and other posts on the spiritual retreat published in 2016.)  

Matthew talked about his experiences.  Somehow, he said, "I was born in (the year)." My eyes opened wide.  That was the year I had The Strange Dream and the year the soul as my younger brother was supposed to reincarnate!  Then I remembered some young men in our group had said they had known Matthew since childhood.  They were probably around Matthew's age.  Besides, other men in the retreat might have been born in that year too.

When we sat down to eat, I could not help but wanted to know how many men in the retreat were born in that year.  I asked for the help of a sister who was well loved and respected.  Without any hesitation, she voiced what I wanted to know.  As it turned out, Matthew was the only one that was born in that year!  A couple of his friends were born a year before or after him.

While I had not intended to find out who might be my brother, the Divine had its way of revealing to me.

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Since I began this blog in 2011, sometimes I wanted to write about something, but I just could not finish the post.  On the other hand, experiences that I had not thought of sharing occasionally came to my mind, and I felt this force within to continue writing until the whole story was completed.  It was the case with the mystery sister and the twins that I had no knowledge of.  It was incredible that Matthew talked about the year he was born eight months after I shared with you The Strange Dream.

There might be no scientific proof to the mystical experiences or coincidences in my life.  However, as far as I observed, there was definitely a touch of the Divine in the things that had unfolded.

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The night before the teacher left, we gathered in Matthew's house.  The whole house was crowded with people, and some I met for the first time.  We wanted to stay in the teacher's presence as long as we could.  We stayed until almost 3 am.

Thank you, Teacher!  We look forward to seeing you again soon!

Truthfully,
Q of D

P. S.  1.  In He said, "You are sincere.", I wrote about Matthew too.
       
         2.  Like last year, the 7-Day discourses were free.  Our group pooled some money (very minimal) for our food and drinks during the two whole days spiritual retreat; there was no other charge.  The teacher never accepted any money, and came to USA on his own.

  

  

A car with a license plate that bore the name of my angel

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I kept seeing 53 in recent week / months.  For instance, I was doing something in the family room.  For no particular reason, I stood up and walked into the bedroom.  The time on the clock was 11:53 am.  During nights, I also saw 11:53 pm or awoke to see time ending with 53, e.g.  2:53 am and 3:53 am.

I knew from the Angel Numbers book by Doreen Virtue that 5 meant changes and 3 meant ascended masters.

53 - The ascended masters are assisting you by clearing the path for this change. Call upon their loving power to ensure your continued smooth transition.

With the intention of helping others, I went for an interview last week.  The job was not what it had advertised on the newspaper.  Besides, they wanted me to handle an assignment that was way beyond my comfort zone.  On my way back, my mind was somewhat clouded.  Should I simply tell them I did not want the job or give it a try before I decided?

Soon I was about a few minutes from home.  A car rushed from another lane into my lane.  The license plate immediately caught my attention.  It bore the name of one of my angels -  the angel that brought me the experiences / the touches of the Loving Divine.  The number on the license plate was 953.

953 - The ascended masters Divinely guide the changes you're making to assist you with the fruition of your important purpose.

In faith, I followed.

Wherever I am, may I be a presence of peace, comfort, and healing.  Amen.

Love,
Q of D
  

Love Has No fear

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Under the title of my blog "Loveshines", I wrote "In faith, I share with you my experiences.   My experiences are not just mine and yours are not just yours for in truth We Are One.  Let LOVE shine through the blog as the title has intended".  Since I stepped outside of my family in 2005 to socialize with other people, I found from my experiences that it was very true that we were intricately intertwined. 

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I usually prayed for answers or relief to a challenging situation / relationship during the night.  On quite a few occasions, guidance came to me the moment I woke up.  It might be I was more receptive to inner guidance as I came out of the sleeping state than other times of the day.  It often came as a message (i.e. a sentence).  For example, there was a time I was very worried about the well being of a loved one.   For many nights, I prayed earnestly for help from the Divine.  One morning, these words came to me as I woke up.  

                                               "LOVE HAS NO FEAR."

Meanwhile, I found myself in a powerful field of loving energy.  As I reflected on the message, I realized how true the words were.  The cause of my suffering was but the result of my fear / worries for the well being of the loved one.  In the human sense, my fear was normal and justified.  However, fear never helped in any situation.  Lying in bed, I asked for love and support to release my fears.  Holding the truth that "All Is Well", I surrendered the situation into the Loving Divine.

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When I began to sit among other people, occasionally, an experience or a message that I had received came to my mind.  It was like an inner prompting to share.  In the beginning, I often dismissed the thought.  Sometimes I felt the message / experience was irrelevant to the talk that went on.  Most of all, I looked at my experiences as personal, and I was not comfortable to share them especially I knew I had to speak in English.  Therefore, I suppressed the prompting to share, and many times I ended up rushing to the bathroom coughing nonstop.  

It took me quite some time to be more at ease in sharing my experiences.  While the human I sometimes thought the incident / message was irrelevant, I found out time after time what I related was in fact what one or two of my friends needed to hear at that particular time.  In time, I was more open to share my experiences.  In my posts, I had mentioned the facilitator always began the circle by relating to us the guidance that came to her in her meditation.  On a few occasions, tears filled my eyes as  I listened.  I knew from deep within my heart that the Divine had talked to me with love through her, and I was grateful.

Indeed, my experiences are not just my experiences, and your experiences are not just yours.  The guidance that comes to you may be the guidance I need to hear.  It is in the joy of sharing, we live, laugh, cry, connect*, and feel the wonders of Oneness.  

Many blessings,
Q of D

*Connect is only a matter of speech since we are never separated from one another.  
  

Stories of Birds, Bees, and other signs from the Divine

Greetings!

In Suddenly, I announced it was time to buy another car, a few big white birds appeared out of nowhere making loud sounds in the sky right above us.  Immediately, I recognized the significance of their (birds) presence.  I gave thanks to the angels for their help.  It was 2004.  The many touches of God during the restaurant years had taught me to pay attention to the signs of the Loving Divine.

While The Incredible 'Night Vision - Pieces of a Dream' Phenomenon was obvious and indisputable, the appearance of birds, no matter how spectacular, was not easy to perceive as signs from the Divine.  For instance, one day during the restaurant years, I had a heavy heart.  I prayed for relief.  When I walked out of the apartment, I saw numerous small birds flew from the trees across from our apartment to the two trees next to our apartment.  Back and forth, the birds flew and covered part of the sky.  The unexpected scene captivated me.  I stood there in awe.  When the birds finally flew away, the heaviness in my heart was gone.  However, I thought the wonderful bird show was but a natural happening of nature.

It took a few more times before I realized the love of the angels.  The angels knew I loved nature.  Birds, trees, and flowers made me happy.  It was their way to uplift my spirit.  Below are some of my experiences of birds.

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One morning, my husband and I arrived at the strip mall (i.e. where our restaurant was).  I was sad.  It was my son's birthday.  I had talked to him the night before.  He was not happy.  He had graduated from a university, but could not find the job he wanted.  Without hesitation, he went to work in a store because he knew we / the family needed the money.   As a mother, how much I wish he was happy especially on his birthday!  I got out of the car.  I saw a large flock of birds flying in our direction from a distance away.  At that very moment, I 'got' that the birds would come and circle above me a few times!  My husband was already at the door of the restaurant.  I told him I would go in after watching the birds.  The birds came.  Incredibly, the whole flock of birds flew in a circular direction above me a few times before they flew away.  My heart was filled with awe and gratitude.  Peace filled my entire being.  I knew everything was going to be alright no matter how life appeared to be.

Later that night, I was glad to see my son came home in a good mood.  His brother and their friends had gathered to celebrate his birthday.  He was happy on his birthday after all.

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In my post Gateway to Heaven, I shared with you the following experience.

After volunteering at the soup kitchen for some months, I decided to attend their church service one Sunday.

The soup kitchen was inside the church.  I usually arrived before 10:30 am and left around 3 pm on the days I volunteered.  All those days, I had never seen a single bird in their parking lot.  However, I saw a phenomenal scene that Sunday.  When I got out of my car, I saw a small flock of white birds flying right above my car!  They stayed for quite a while at a short distance above my head.  In retrospect, the angels were probably showing me their love and support for I had taken a step outside of my comfort zone to sit among lots of people that day.

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This happened years ago.  I learned from the newspaper that the city we lived in had completed the construction of a large, beautiful park.  It had a big artificial body of water, streams, and small bodies of water throughout the park.  Unlike me, my husband did not appreciate the beauty of nature.  He said he saw hills, grass, fields, ponds, animals, and birds while he grew up in the village.  He regarded them as nothing special.  When our sons were young, we brought them to parks quite often so that they could play.  After our sons grew up, we stopped going to parks.  I had talked to my husband about the new park in the city, but he showed no interest of going there.  I knew he would go with me if I asked him to.  However, I did not want to drag him to a place where he saw no point of going.

One summer afternoon, we had to go somewhere near the park.   I finally said I wanted to visit the park.  Very few people were there.  Standing by the big body of water, I was surprised I did not see any seagull.  I expressed my disappointment.  My husband looked at me.  He said, "Why do you expect to see seagulls?  This is not the beach.  It is not by the sea."  I said, "I thought I would always see seagulls above bodies of water.  I see seagulls in the parking lots of restaurants and stores.  I have hoped to see lots of seagulls here."  My husband said, "You see birds in the parking lots of stores and restaurants because they can find food there.  This is an artificial body of water.  In other parks, sometimes you see people fishing.  If you look into the water, there is nothing much for the seagulls to eat.  Of course, seagulls will not come here."  I closed my eyes.  I said in my heart, "But, I have come to see the seagulls!"  I opened my eyes, and continued on my walk along the body of water.

Suddenly, a few white birds (seagulls) came.  Soon, lots and lots of white birds came.  They flew gracefully above the water, and put on quite a show.  My husband watched in disbelief.  I smiled.  I was grateful and joyful beyond words.  (I just went online to see pictures of seagulls.  I was surprised that there were so many different types of seagulls.  The seagulls I saw that afternoon were white.  Since that incident, I observed the seagulls I normally saw in parking lot of stores were mostly white with grayish blue wings.)

Since that afternoon, my husband and I visited the park once in a while.  We often saw ducks, but did not see seagulls again.  Somewhere in the park, there was a line of trees.  I usually walked by the trees thanking them for sharing with us their peace, beauty and healing energy.  One time, healing energy surged through my hand and moved me to work on a tree.  It was then I saw that lightning had struck part of the tree.  Since we moved back to this state, we had not visited the city we used to live.  I hoped to visit the park again someday.

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This morning I took a walk.  Later, I sat on a bench.  A  honey bee came and circled around me - my hands, arms, jean, head, and body.  It stayed about 2 inches above my body.  I waited for quite a while, but the bee still flew around me.  Later, I stood up and walked home.

Bees and many other things are signs from the Divine too.

If you have been following my blog, you know 2007 was a year of many changes for me.  Before I realized the changes, I saw cars with license plates BEE and BED wherever I went.  It was unbelievable!  From my dream experiences, bed signified something in the making (i.e. events in our life  that are about to unfold).***   One day, I found a bumble bee on the window of our car.  On another day, I went to a big body, mind and spirit festival.  Arriving home, I found a big bumble bee on the handle of the screen door.  In other words, in order to open the screen door, I had to touch the handle.  I observed the bumble bee was barely breathing (from the movement of his body).  I waited and waited for it to fly away, but it did not.  I thought it was dying and too weak to fly.  I touched it lightly, and it flew away as fast as lightning.

The bee I saw this morning was a honey bee.  I wondered what it meant.  Anyway, the Divine gave us signs all the time.  Sometimes signs were simply manifested to show us the ever present love that was around us and in us.

I hope to share with you one of the most important experiences of birds in my next post.

Many blessings,
Q of D

***Many people look up meanings from books (or online) of the signs they see and the dreams they have.  However, the same sign may have a different meaning to different people.  For example, there are two people.  One loves little animals and the other strongly dislikes pets.  They both dream of a dog.  Their feeling in their dreams may be very different.  How we feel is also an important factor in understanding the dream or the sign.  Therefore, the symbols I understand from my dreams may not apply to other people's dreams.  However, if we pay attention, all of us can gradually learn how to better interpret our own dreams or the signs we see.

If you are interested, please click to view What do we do when we have dreams of fear and More on Dreams . 

I appreciate the gifts and wonders in my life

Greetings!

I went out to check the mailbox.  When I returned to our apartment, I happened to see the thick book in the bookcase that was by the wall near the door.  It was 'The Edgar Cayce Collection, Four Volumes in One - Edgar Cayce on Dreams, Edgar Cayce on Healing, Edgar Cayce on Diet and Health, and Edgar Cayce on ESP'.  Holding the book in my hands, I realized I was exceptionally lucky when I took a step outside of my comfort zone to go among people.

One night, I went to a small psychic fair.  It was probably my first step or one of my first steps to mix with people.  It took place before I joined the Thursday Circle at the Center.  Upon entering, a woman asked me to write down my name and put it in a cloth pouch.  Before the fair was over, the woman announced there were three door prizes.  When my name was drawn, I was surprised and overjoyed that I had won the Edgar Cayce book.

After I joined the Thursday Circle, the Center organized two holistic festivals in 2005 and 2006 in a big hall.   Names were randomly drawn for prizes.  I won a beautiful crystal in one festival, and the grand prize of a $100 gift certificate in the other. Hundreds of people came to the festivals.  I must be very lucky that my name was drawn.  Please click to view The Grand Prize ($100 gift certificate) and the 2nd Reading.  It was an amazing experience.

When we moved to another state, I was happy to find out we lived about 30 to 40 minutes away from a big spiritual research center.  In the years we lived there, I went to their Forum 5 or 6 times.  It was held once a month at night, and many people attended.  Again, I was very lucky.  One time I won a $15 gift certificate, and another time I won a beautiful deck of angel cards.  (See my post My Three Decks of Angel Cards )

I never thought about winning any prize, and was nicely surprised repeatedly.

God or Source of my being, I really appreciate these gifts and wonders in my life. Most of all, I am now at ease sitting among people.  I love people.  I love who I am.  I love my guides and angels.  I love nature and Mother Earth.

I love you.  It is nice connecting with you through my blog.  Thank you for reading my posts.

Many blessings,
Q of D

There was something wrong with my cell phone

Greetings!

A few days ago, I woke up early.  My mind was somewhat clouded.  It had been over two years since I moved back to this state.  I was glad I could see my loved ones more often.  However, other things I wanted did not happen.  Sitting on my bed, I talked to the Divine about how I felt.

My husband suddenly came home.  It was not yet 7 am.  He normally went for a walk around 6 am and came home at least an hour and a half later.  He told me he met April and another couple while he walked.  April asked him to tell me that she would like to have breakfast with me in a nearby restaurant later that morning.  My husband then left to continue his morning walk.

April was my new friend.  She lived in the neighborhood.  Her children had families of their own.  April was a grandmother and a great-grandmother.  Her husband passed away over 20 years ago.  She lived alone because she liked her independence.  Her loved ones visited her during the weekends.  We happened to come across each other in the parking lot a while back.  Later, she asked if I could be her friend.  She told me her legs were hurt in a car accident a year ago.  She said she could not walk as well as she used to.  She had fallen down a couple of times, and her daughter worried about her when she walked in the morning.

When I came out of the apartment, April was still walking by the schools.  We walked a couple more rounds before we headed for the restaurant.  She said she did not feel tired at all when I walked with her.  We ate and talked.  We stayed in the restaurant for almost an hour.  I saw her home before I walked towards my apartment.

On my way home, I wondered what time it was.  I took out my cell phone.  It was 7:32 am.  There was no way it was 7:32, I exclaimed in my heart!  I looked at the time again.  It was 7:32 am.  I looked at it again.  It was 7:32 am.  There was something wrong with my cell phone, I thought.  I looked at the time again.  The time changed to 8:32 am.  I stood there for a minute wondering what was going on with my phone. Suddenly, there was a flashback of my state of being this morning.  Could it be a message from the Divine?  When I was home, I opened the angel number book.

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Continue to have faith in the path you've chosen, as it brings forth a closer connection to Divine truth, as well as the miracles manifested through the ascended masters.

I love these small wonders and surprises.  (Please click to view A simple, lighthearted story of the Touch of God )
  
Enjoy your journey and the small wonders in your life too!

Love,
Q of D


      

Mary Ellen's Wonderful Christmas Miracle Story

Greetings!

Last May, I subscribed to Mary Ellen's Pet Tips 'n' Tales newsletter.  Since then, I have read many wonderful true stories.  Her newsletter is read by people all over the world. It is free, and anybody can sign up via email.  If you would like to sign up, email the following address and type SUBSCRIBE on the subject line.

                              Pet Tips 'n' Tales        tipsntales@aweber.com      

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I loved her "Holden" On To A Christmas Miracle story.  I had emailed Mary Ellen for her permission to share her newsletter in my blog.  She was kind enough to say 'yes'. Originally, I tried to transfer her email newsletter to my blog, but I did not know how to do that.  So I shortened the story.  By subscribing to her newsletter, you may read her original newsletter where there were more interesting details.

Mary Ellen wrote about a miracle which happened on Christmas 36 years ago.  She learned her stepfather had terminal cancer.  So she and her husband together with their pets went back to her childhood home to visit her mother and stepfather.

On Christmas Day, Mary Ellen woke up at 7 a.m. while the rest of her family were still in bed.  She decided to make a long distance call to a childhood friend.  A woman answered the phone.  Somehow the wires of the switchboard must have gotten crossed.  She was connected to a different phone number.   Mary Ellen apologized for waking up the woman.  However, the woman whose name was Faith was glad that she called.  Faith was 80 years old.  After her husband passed away, she lived alone for they had no children.  She felt she had no reason to wake up early on Christmas Day because she had no one to share Christmas with.  Therefore, the phone call was like a Christmas gift to her.

As they talked, Mary Ellen found out Faith lived only a few miles away!  Meanwhile, Mary Ellen's mother had woken up.  She asked her mother if she could invite Faith over.  Her mother said 'yes'.  Anticipating the arrival of their "mystery" guest, their home's atmosphere was transformed from gloom (because of her stepfather's illness) into joy.

After dinner, Mary Ellen was going to drive Faith home.  Then, in Mary Ellen's words...........something miraculous happened!

Mary Ellen's mother asked Faith: "What is your last name?"

Faith said: "Holden."

"No! That is my last name.  What is your last name?" Mary Ellen's mother said.

Faith, looking confused, repeated: "That is my last name.  Holden.  H-o-l-d-e-n."

All of them were in shock.  They sat down and talked again.  Faith and Mary Ellen's mother found out both of their husbands came from England and migrated to Winnipeg, Canada.  Furthermore, there were many more similarities as if they were reading from identical books of life.  Mary Ellen wrote - Obliviously, the universe was saying, "Family is not by birth alone, but also by Divine appointment.  We are all one!"

At the end of her newsletter, Mary Ellen wrote - How was it possible to dial a long distance number on Christmas morning but end up connecting with a "local" person who needed us as much as we needed her?!  Unbelievably mysterious - God obviously works overtime on Christmas; how else could I have possibly connected to a "stranger" who is actually "family" with a last name of Holden?!........And the clincher: Faith revealed that her phone number is UNLISTED!  So, even if we had wanted to locate her, we could not have, adding even more mystery to this Christmas Morning Miracle!

Thank you, God.  Mary Ellen, thank you for sharing with us your incredible story.

I enjoy reading Mary Ellen's pet tales and angel messages.  I hope you will too.

Love and blessings,
Q of D
  

If we pay attention, divine guidance is ever present.

Greetings!

If we pay attention, all of us do hear divine guidance from time to time.  It may not be the roaring voice as described in the bible.  It may not be something so powerful that triggers an immediate transformation.  They can be the simple words on the TV, radio, from a stranger or a friend.  What is significant about those occasions is the words seem to come out of nowhere, and they do not mean much to everybody else except YOU.  When it happens, you are touched in a way beyond you can imagine.

Unfortunately, most of us fail to yield to the guidance.  After the shock of hearing it (the shock can be mild or huge), we tend to look at what happens as purely coincidental, and dismiss the significance of the incident.

Here is a lighthearted example.

One night, I was watching the TV show "The Nature" in the family room.  It was about animals in the wild fighting for dominance.  My son came out of his room and walked into the family room.  On the TV screen, there were two big elephants fighting for power.  The elephant that seemed to be winning was huge.  My son said, "See, Mom, elephants are like people.  Some are born big.  He is much bigger than the other elephant.  He does not need to work out regularly***.  He wins simply because he is big!"  Then he walked to the bathroom.

***My son had been into bodybuilding for some years.  Interestingly, as his mother, I had formed some prejudice against bodybuilding since I was young. In the old days, gym painted big pictures of bodybuilders on walls to attract business.  The buses I rode on drove past those walls almost daily.  I liked people who looked natural.  I did not understand why some people would work so hard to have their muscles looked unnaturally big.  My son took power training in his junior or senior year in high school, and his passion in bodybuilding remained after he graduated from college.  Since I was his mother and this was his passion, I decided to make an adjustment in my attitude towards bodybuilding.  When he talked to me about bodybuilding, I listened instead of being indifferent.  Sometimes I watched videos of bodybuilding competition with him.

With a full time job and the fact that he liked to hang out with his friends, he did not work out as hard as he said he was.  From time to time, he asked for my honest opinion if he was comparable to those who had won professional bodybuilding competitions.  He said he wanted to compete against them someday.  I always smiled and said, "You work out for two to three days, and then hang out with your friends late into the night.  Some days you do not exercise at all.  You told me one bodybuilder who won did not go to any party for 2 years.  If you really want to succeed, you need discipline.  You have to practice consistently."

On the average, Chinese were smaller than the Americans were.  In middle school, our son was smaller than many of his classmates.  It could be his reason to take power training in high school.  His comment that the elephant did not need to work out regularly was his way of countering what I said about discipline and consistency.

Now, let me continue with the story.

After a while, my son walked back into the family room.  At that very moment, the TV narrator said, "...becoming the biggest and the best takes practice."  Immediately, I looked over to my son who also turned to look at me at the same time.  With his mouth widely opened, he said, "What!"  It was so funny! I let out a big, big smile.

Well, my son is still into bodybuilding.  He has been practicing more consistently than before because he really wants to compete.  However, like most people, he probably recalls what happened the other night as purely coincidental.

Have an open heart and an open mind.  Divine guidance is not just for a selected few, but for all.  Live, love, laugh, and smile.  Your smile and my smile help us feel better in these cold winter days.

Love and blessings,
Q of D
  

Kurt Kaiser's "Pass It On"

Greetings!

This morning (Oct. 9, 2013) I wake up hearing the first stanza of the song "Pass It On" over and over again in the air.

It only takes a spark to get a fire going

And soon all those around can warm up in its glowing

That's how it is with God's love

Once you've experienced it

You spread God's love to everyone

You want to pass it on

Here is a link to the music http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCjR4dlY33k

As I mentioned before, I only started going to a non denominational church regularly in the last quarter of 2007 after I moved to another state.  The first time I heard the song was June or July of 2011.  I was so touched by the song that I went online searching for the lyrics.  It was written by Kurt Kaiser.  I learned it was a popular song at church, and people sang it a lot when they sat around a campfire.

The song deeply moved me because it resonated with the truth that 'once we've experienced God's love, we want to pass it on'.  Listening to the song reminded me of the two miraculous healing experiences which happened in 2001 and 2007.

With no health insurance and little money, I woke up during the night finding the right side of my body in excruciating pain.  Compounded to the pain was an unbearable headache that developed a day later.  I could not lie down or sleep because any movement of the right side of my body would cause intolerable pain.  For four days and nights I sat up in bed.  The only thing that carried me through was faith because I heard "May 6" when I prayed for help on the first day of the ordeal.  May 6 turned out to be the last day of the suffering, and I was healed about two and a half hours after midnight.  (Please view my post The Grace of God) .

For days and weeks afterward, I was filled with gratitude and love.  I smiled from the bottom of my heart, and looked at everyone with love.  Yes, I wanted to pass it on.

The second healing experience was The Hot Coffee Incident which occurred in June of 2007.  After the healing, I laid in bed repeating my vow of committing to God's Will which I had made years ago.

The music of Kurt Kaiser's song is beautiful, and so are the words.  He also touches on a Truth that each one of us is a spark of God.  We are sparks of the One Spirit, One Light, One Love.  May we hold a vision of who we truly are, and together may we be the fire that transmits warmth and love wherever we are.

Kurt Kaiser, thanks for "Pass It On".

Love,
Q of D

Accept who we are, and open to the presence of wonders

Greetings!

A friend told me she had asked for a sign from God.  She saw the sign the other day. "But, how do I know it is truly a sign from God?" she asked.

Well, our experience with the Divine (or whatever name you are comfortable with) was very personal.  The answer must come from her if what she saw was truly a sign from God.  I understood the doubt she had.  In the beginning of my journey, I had treated the wonders of God with denial and doubt on many occasions too.  Here was an example.

After closing up the restaurant, we were ready to go home.  I put on my jacket, and found the zipper did not work.  The zipper was not caught on the fabric.  There was something wrong with the brass teeth.  After a while, I still could not fix it.  Seeing that, my husband suddenly said: "Namo Amitabha!"  I was surprised.  He never said those words.  I looked at him with puzzlement.  I laughed when I realized why he called to Buddha or said the six powerful words / syllables.

One winter morning, my husband, our younger son, and I arrived at our restaurant.  I immediately started doing my part of the job such as turning on the steam table and filling it with water.  I heard my husband asking for our son's help.  It seemed the zipper of his jacket was stuck on fabric.  After a while, our son said, "Mom, I cannot unstuck the zipper of Dad's jacket!"  I said, "We need to set up everything and open the restaurant soon.  Why don't you pull the jacket over your Dad's head.  I will fix the zipper later."  Our son said, "The zipper was stuck right below Dad's neck!  Dad can't get out of the jacket by pulling it over his head."

Upon hearing that, I said "Namo Amitabha" in a very loud voice, and meanwhile found myself rushing to them with my right hand pointing at the zipper.  I did not know if my hand had touched the zipper, but he zipper easily slided down / unzipped.  The three of us stood there with our eyes and mouths widely opened.  My sudden loud voice and unexpected action gave us a good shock.  My son asked, "How did you do that (i.e. free the stuck zipper)?"  I said, "I don't know!"  We continued to do what we had to do.

Obviously, my husband had remembered that incident.  After he said those words, the zipper still did not work.  However, he urged me to say the powerful words.  I thought how ridiculous it was for him to think I had power or a special connection with the Divine.

Peacefully, I laid the jacket on a desk.  I wanted to show my husband 'I pray, but it does not work'.  I put my hands together in a praying position.  I closed my eyes, and said out loudly, "God, please help me!"  Strangely, as I closed my eyes and prayed, I was wholeheartedly into asking help from God.  I opened my eyes and reached out to the zipper.  The zipper worked smoothly and easily.  It was unbelievable!

I looked at my husband.  He said, "See!"  I was going to say 'Nae, it is just a coincident'.  Knowing what I might say, he looked straight into my eyes and said, "Did you not pray?"  His words jolted me.  I was silent.  I did pray, and the zipper was fixed. I should honor God and thank God.  If I dismissed what happened, I would be denying God.  Truthfully, I said, "Thank you, God."

I told my friend if she was not sure, she could always ask again.  God would show her a sign in the most remarkable way that would leave her without any doubt.

I also shared with her another experience.  There was a word that always brought me joy.  Whenever I saw it on the TV screen or in a book, I said in my heart, "God, thank you for your grace."  One day, we were on the highway.  Rain was pouring.  My husband was driving, and I was looking out of the window on my side.  Suddenly, my head was turned more than a 180 degrees to look at a wall on the other side of the highway.  There on the wall was the word in huge size (it was part of the name of a company).  We were driving at 70 mph.  I could have missed it if my head was not turned at that split second.  I was very grateful for the love of God.

Over the years, I learn the more I pay attention to the Wonders / Grace of God and acknowledge them with a heart of gratitude, the more I am open to the vast experiences of the Loving Divine.  We are of the same Source.  When we accept who we are or the divinity in us, we step into our own truth.  We open ourselves to the presence of wonders and miracles.

Many blessings,
Q of D

P.S.  In order to write this post, I have to go online and look up the names for the parts of a zipper.  Thanks to the Internet, I now know more as what to do if the zipper is stuck.

A sign from God in a very unlikely place

Greetings!

Here is another story of the touch of God.  It happened during the restaurant years.

On the night of March 24, 2001, I sat down to write my journal after the dinner rush hours were over.  At the end of the entry, I wrote - God, can you please show me a sign as a confirmation.  Then the phone rang.  There was an order.

I went into the kitchen.  While I was packing the order, I thought: "Why do I ask God for a sign?  Even if there is a sign, I may not be able to recognize it."  The phone rang again.  There was another order.

At one point while I was waiting for the order to be ready, my head turned to look at the garbage can which was at a distance behind me.  On top of the garbage were two long, narrow strips of cardboard crossing each other like a big cross!  Some hours earlier, I had cut a cardboard box into rectangular pieces (approx. 4" x 9").  We used them to secure the soups when we packed carryout orders.  There were two narrow strips left, one about 1"x19" and the other 2"x19".  I threw them away because they were of no use.  How they stood up as a big cross many hours later on the top of the garbage was beyond me!  Looking at the cross, I had no doubt whatsoever that God had given me a sign.  Silently, I bowed and thanked God.

The skeptics might say I saw something out of nothing.  However, it was these signs of Love that kept me on my path of service.

I know wherever I am, I am never alone.  Love is in me and around me.  I know no matter what happens, it is going to be all right.  All is well in the Loving Divine.

To all of you a good night!

Many blessings,
Q of D    

Thank you for your presence

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On March 25, 2011, I began my blog "Loveshines" with A Story of the Touch of God. Since then, I had shared with you many more stories of the touches of God.

Like most of you, I used to keep these experiences to myself.  First of all, these experiences were often very personal.  Naturally, we wanted to keep them to ourselves.  Secondly, it was not easy to convey the intensity of the event, or the feeling of awe at the moment of realization that something extraordinary had just occurred.  In other words, other than the person who was directly involved, other people might not see it as the touch of God at all.  When hearing about it, some people might think it was purely coincidental, and there was nothing special about it.  Or, they might think it was all in our mind to see something out of nothing.

For instance, my husband was present in many of the "Night Vision" occasions. (Please click to view 'Night Vision - Pieces of a Dream' Phenomenon)  In the beginning, he had the same attitude as I mentioned above.  He was annoyed seeing how joyful I was when I heard the music.  He thought it just happened by chance. Gradually, he felt the wonder of this phenomenon, and it lifted his spirit too.

It was truly a blessing that I was guided to join the Thursday Circle in May of 2005.  It was there I met many like-minded, loving friends who were very open to share their stories of the touches of God.  Later in the small church which I called my spiritual home, I would hear many wonderful, incredible, up-lifting stories from my brothers and sisters.  

Over the years, I understood how important it was for us to connect and share.  In sharing, my sisters and brothers had been an inspiration to me just as I had been to them.  There were mutual love and respect among us, and we truly cherished our relationships.

My life has been transformed when I opened to the vast experiences of being in relationship with the loving Divine.  In gratitude, I choose to share my experiences with you.  I would love to hear your stories too.  In my next posts, I will share more stories of the touch of God.

To me, it is a wonder of God that we are connecting with each other through this blog. Thank you for your presence in my life.

Love,
Q of D
  

God Is Love

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Do you fear God?

One day years ago, I was on the phone with my younger son.  I was feeling very frustrated.  I told my son I did not know what to believe anymore.  In a reading, my guides and angels had told me they would help me sell the restaurant.  They said they really wanted me to move on with my life mission.  However, months had gone by.  There was no buyer.  The business was very slow.  I struggled to pay the bills month after month.  Over the phone, I said negatively about God, guides, angels, and the angel reader.  My son told me he understood my frustration.  He asked me to hold onto hope.

Later that night, I thought of what I had said.  I was very ashamed of myself.  No matter how frustrated I was, there was absolutely no excuse for me to say those words.  Was I afraid that God, my angels, and spirit guides could be mad at me?  No, not at all.  I had only known of unconditional love from the Divine.  I felt very terrible because I could not forgive myself for behaving like that.  In my heart, I kept saying, "Oh, I am ashamed for what I said.  I am sorry."  Mentally exhausted, I drifted in and out of sleep.  Every time I came out of my sleep, I repeated how ashamed I was.

Suddenly, I found myself widely awaken.  I was told to look at the clock.  4:44 a.m. was flashing.  (444 means the Power of God's love.)  A powerful field of loving energy enveloped me.  I sat up and prayed.  I learned my lesson.  I had always lived my life truthfully.  When I was not truthful in words or deeds, I was hurting myself because I judged me.

Later that day, I sat down in the restaurant to write down what had happened during the night.  A customer walked in.  I put away my journal.  He placed the same order as he always did.  While I was inside the kitchen, he signaled for me to come out.  He said he had changed his mind, and wanted to order something new.  Later, I brought out his order, and rang it up.  The total was $4.44!  I stood there in awe.  The total would not be 444 if he had not changed his mind.  I felt the expansion of loving energy in me and around me.

God is not the angry god who punishes at will as some religions preach.  God does not hold grudges over petty little things like we, humans, do.  God is impersonal.  God is Love.  As children of God, love is in you and in me.  Love is our source of being, or the nature of who we truly are.

It is hard to look at life from where we are.  We do not see the whole picture such as the real reasons behind the situations we are in, why some of our relationships are so challenging, and the lessons we plan to learn.  Many of us have a hard time believing we are involved in the planning of our life before we come, and we are responsible for the situations we are in.  It serves us well to remember who we truly are, and handle all situations from the point of love.  God has given us a free will, and the outcome of a situation or a relationship is not fixed.  When we choose honesty over greediness, forgiveness over hatred, charity instead of selfishness, we are a step closer towards one with our highest self or God.  

God is Love.  God is we are.  Amen.

Love,
Q of D

P.S.  If you have time, please click to view my other post We don't judge you. You judge yourself.

'Night Vision - Pieces of a Dream' - an incredible phenomenon

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You may have noticed I normally put a date indicating when this or that happened.  It is important because I am sharing with you how my spiritual journey unfolded, the lessons I had learned, and the change of my attitude / view about life.

When I was little, I often talked about the dreams I had during the night as soon as I woke up.  As a result, my family gave me the nickname 'The Queen of Dreams'.  I had many interesting past life dreams, prophetic dreams, and profound dreams that taught me the lessons of life.  However, I had not written them down. 

In the last quarter of 1999, I heard the voice of my spirit guide for the first time.  At the time, I did not know anything about spirit guides and angels.  Therefore, I did not know what to think of what happened.  Around that time, many times I was awoken from my sleep, and was 'told' to look at the clock.  Coincidentally, it was always 4:44 am!  I did not know what 444 meant or why this was happening.  In time, 444, 1111 and 333 became phenomenal in my daily life.  In order to find some answers, I decided to go to the library to borrow some spiritual books.  Eventually, I learned from the books that all of us had our own spirit guides and angels.  I also learned 444 meant the Power of God's Love.

One day, I was alone in the dining room of our restaurant.  I turned on the radio, and the music started.  It was beautiful!  My heart was filled with joy and peace.  When the music was over, I loved it so much that I raised my hands up in the air, and loudly proclaimed, "Let this music be my link to the Divine!"  Immediately, I felt the air around me moved.  Afterward, I found my childlike action or proclamation very laughable for I did not even know the title of the music!  I smiled and let it go.

The next day, while I was washing pots and pans, I suddenly heard (as an inner voice) "turn on the radio now".  "What?" I doubted.  "Turn on the radio now!"  With suds on my hands, I rushed to turn on the radio.  The music that I loved started.  I was in awe!  Eventually, I learned the music was 'Night Vision - Pieces of a Dream'.

The angels were wonderful.  They had their way of letting me know to turn on the radio whenever the music came on in the air.  For instance, I was in the car.  The radio was not on.  All of a sudden, I found myself leaning forward to turn on the radio, and the music started.  One day, I had a flat tire.  I was sad because money was already very tight.  I was 'told' to turn on the radio.  'Night Vision' came on.  On quite a few occasions, the second my husband started the car, the music was on.  In the beginning, I screamed (for joy) on those unexpected, amazing occasions, and startled my husband.  Later on, I received this gift with a big smile.  The most incredible thing of this phenomenon was - the music often started from the beginning, not after a commercial, not in the middle of the music, or near the end.

During the challenging restaurant years, this phenomenon must have in a way lifted the heaviness in my husband's heart.  I saw a smile on his face when he went through the experience with me.  How comforting it was to know that our angels and guides were with us no matter what we went through!  The phenomenon continued for some years until we moved to another state.  Recently, I listened to the music on YouTube.  I was not surprised that there were others who loved 'Night Vision - Pieces of a Dream' the first time they heard it.

I believed I began to spend more time writing down my dreams and some of the things that happened in my life because of the 'Night Vision' phenomenon.  In the summer of 2008, I 'got' that it was time for me to read my old journals so that I could share my experiences and what I had learned.  Going through my old notebooks, I realized I had forgotten many interesting dreams and amazing events.  I also realized I had already dreamed about some of my personal events before they happened.  However, by then I did not know what to think of such a dream or how to interpret it.

It is fun to re-explore what happened.  So far I have only gone over some of my journals.  I am certainly glad I have taken the time to write down my experiences.

Do you write down your dreams and things that happen in your life?  It is never too late to begin writing them down.

Peace and Love,
Q of D