A Powerful, Profound Dream

Warning - Do not read this post if you can easily form images in your mind and don't like the word 'poop' or feces.

Greetings!

I was looking for some documents.  I found in the same big envelope a sheet of paper dated Dec. 2, 2005.  On it, I had recorded a very powerful, profound dream.

I understand some people may find this dream gross.  So I put a warning on the top of the post.  If you are reading this far, I suppose the teaching is for you too.

                                                        The Dream 

I was inside a house.  There were two children.  A little boy came to me with his hands raised as if asking me to pick him up.  So I picked him up.  Immediately, I smelt poop (feces).  I asked: "Brendan ***, did you poop?" 

*** I would have spelled it 'Brandon' which was the only spelling I knew of this name.  However, that was how the name was supposed to be in the dream.

He swayed his head as a 'No'.  I looked down at my clothes, and saw two spots with poop.  Of course, he had pooped.  His clothes also had poop.  My mouth was widely opened at this sudden occurrence.  The little boy whose hand had poop inadvertently poked his finger into my mouth!  I immediately put him down, and asked a man to look after him. My mouth felt very terrible, but in the dream I was more concerned about the little boy.  I was thinking I would help the boy first, clean him up, put a new diaper on him, and then I would rinse my mouth.  (In real life, this did not make any sense, but that was how it was in the dream.)

I tried to find out where the diapers were.  At this point, it was obvious I was not in my own house.  I saw the man had a hard time telling Brendan to stay where he was. Brendan was crawling.  He spread poop on the carpet.

Just then, I heard a voice outside of the dream.  I meant the dreaming me understood the voice was not from anyone in the house, but a voice from outside of the dream.

"Are you mad (i.e. at the little boy)?" The voice asked.

"No, I am not,"  I answered.  Indeed, I was not mad.

"Why?"  The voice asked again.  (i.e. why was I not mad)

"Because he doesn't know what he is doing," I answered.

Then the voice talked to me for quite a while.  I could not recall the exact words, but I found his words very profound.  He said I should treat all who hurt me or attacked me with this kind of attitude.  He said what happened in the dream was one of the worst scenario - someone put poop in your mouth, yet you did not get mad because he did not know what he was doing.  In the future, I should feel the same way towards those who attacked or hurt me, and let it go.  In other words, if I didn't let myself feel hurt or I didn't give power to their words, their attack could not hurt me.

As for 'they do not know what they are doing', he explained that lots of times people verbally attacked others out of their own fear, frustration, and ignorance.  Or, they could be hurting inside, and expressed their hurt at others.  If we believed in the goodness in all behind the ego selves, we should not concern ourselves when others were acting out of their ego.

In the dream, Brendan's mom came.  She saw what happened, and apologized to me.

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Over the years, the words of wisdom stay with me, and help me a lot especially when I am being misunderstood or judged.  I am very grateful for the loving guidance from my guides and angels.

Have a good night!

Love,

Q of D  

We are all divine instruments from time to time

Greetings!

At church or during spiritual gatherings, sometimes we say affirmations asking to be a divine instrument.  Over the years, I have learned from my experiences that we are all divine instruments or messengers from time to time.  However, oftentimes we may not be aware that we are.

Here is a story about a friend who was an instrument in this particular incident, but she had no idea that she was.

In July 2005, the facilitator of the Thursday circle told me that my spirit guide had been urging her to tell me to learn a healing art.  My English was not good.  I could not envision myself working as a healer in a western culture.  So I did not follow the guidance.  However, near the end of 2006, I finally told my spirit guide, "I am ready to learn healing.  Please bring me a teacher."

One day, I saw an advertisement on a body, mind and spirit magazine that the holistic center I went to would be hosting its monthly psychic night soon.  Other than the Thursday circle, I seldom attended any class, workshop or event because of money issues. Therefore I had not gone to the monthly psychic nights.

From the advertisement, I learned one of the speakers was a teacher of healing who lived in North Carolina.  She had come to the Thursday circle 2 or 3 times.  When she came for the first time, I happened to sit to her left.  The energy around her was so powerful that my eyeglasses actually fogged up.  She told us she had been on an intentional spiritual journey ever since she was young.  She said she was in constant communications with the divine, e.g. angels and ascended masters.  Her life was very amazing.  She had been a college vice president, a dean, a professor, a minister, a newspaper columnist, a financial planning consultant, and an author of some books.

I wanted to hear her talk, but I was hesitant to go.  To be honest with you, I still had doubts about learning a healing art.  There were many healing modalities, and I did not know which one was for me.  I prayed, "If she is the teacher for me, please let the facilitator of the circle mention her name as well as the name of the healing modality during the Thursday circle.  I will only go to the psychic night if I hear both."  The psychic night was four days away.   

During the Thursday circle, the facilitator seemed to have completely forgotten about the upcoming psychic night.  Near the end of the gathering, we stood to form a healing circle as usual.  Before the facilitator said anything, a friend suddenly said to her, "You have forgotten to talk about the psychic night."  In response, the facilitator told us that the center had invited some psychics and healers that night, and we were all welcome to come.  As she wanted to continue with the healing circle, the friend said, "You forget to mention XXXXX** is going to give a talk that night." (**the teacher from N. Carolina)  The facilitator went on to give us a brief information about the teacher.  However, she did not mention the name of the healing art.   I was somewhat relieved because I told the divine I needed to hear both.  You see, I did not drive much at night.  Most of all, I still had my doubts of learning a healing art.

Since you are reading this post, you probably guess it.  Before the circle ended, my friend opened her mouth for the third time.  She reminded the facilitator that she had not mentioned the name of the healing art!

A few days later at the psychic night, I talked to the friend.  She said she was not interested in learning any healing art.  She just said what she said.  She had no idea what she said was of significance to me, and was a divine instrument that day.

We are all interconnected.  Her highest self or the Source of her being (God) must have guided her that day.  When we 'unknowingly' say something or do something that is of significance to others, we are divine instruments.  We may not be aware of it, but we are.

Of course, there are times as things begin to unfold, we soon realize we are there for a reason (or we realize we are instruments).  For instance, you take a different route home, and find someone needs help desperately.  Life is truly mystical.  Many factors such as people and timing are involved in the unfolding of a divine plan.  Don't we sometimes wonder who is The Planner or Designer of our life?

Have a good evening!

Love,
Q of D

Helping others and allowing others to help can both be a source of joy

Greetings!

I was in a place.  Suddenly, I heard a voice: "Can I help you?"  I turned. In front of me was a lady in her 30s.  She was looking at me with anticipation and willingness to help. Gladly, I stepped aside and let her help me.  As I was standing there I 'heard' - to allow others to help you is also a service to others***.  When I thanked her for her help,  we smiled and looked at each other with joy.

You see, the old me was always willing to lend a hand, but I seldom asked for help or favors.  In recent years, I have changed.  I am more open to accept help.  Sometimes even if I can do it by myself, I willingly accept when someone offers help.

There is an old Chinese saying 'helping others is a source of joy'.  It is true.  However, I have learned helping others or allowing others to help can both be a source of joy. When our hearts are filled with gratitude, we are open to the joy of life.

If you are like the old me, will you please think about what I said.

No man is an island.  We are all connected.  Let us love and help one another.

Many blessings,
Q of D

***I write the words exactly as I receive them.