Greetings!
Click here to view the first story The Hot Coffee Incident
In the morning, I woke up feeling good and renewed. I checked the scalded area. It still looked terribly. There were a few big blisters and some small ones. If I pressed the darkest red part of my thigh, it hurt a little bit; otherwise, there was no pain. So I went to the wedding with my family.
It was a beautiful, sunny, and breezy Saturday. The wedding ceremony took place in a church not far from where we lived. Many people attended. This was the first time I was invited to an American wedding. I took in this new experience with gratitude and joy. I had met the bride once before the wedding. She was a nice soft-spoken young lady. It was heartwarming to see the bride and groom looking at each other with so much love.
In the evening, we went to the wedding banquet which was held in the clubhouse of a golf course. It was a joyous, big gathering. The bride and groom sat by a long table with bridesmaids and groomsmen. All of them looked so beautiful or handsome. Both of our sons spoke and proposed toast. They conducted themselves truthfully and confidently. I was all smiles looking at them.
Then we lined up to get food. I got some food and walked back to the table. Before I sat down, I suddenly felt I should go to the washroom right away. I handed the plate to my husband. I told him I had to go to the washroom. He gave me that 'why now' look since I could have gone there earlier. I found myself walking very fast towards the washroom which was some distance away.
There were two women in the washroom. While I was washing my hands, I saw that the older woman looked quite sick. A sink was filled with vomit. She had difficulty breathing and standing up. She put one of her hands on her chest. The younger woman was helping her and supporting her. They were discussing if they should ask a doctor to come to the clubhouse or call an ambulance. They did not know what to do because they did not want to ruin the wedding. I turned to them and said, "I am a healer. If you will allow me, it may be I can help." Immediately, the younger woman said, "Yes, please! She is the bride's grandmother." She said to the older woman, "Mom, please accept. I believe she is from God." The older woman nodded. I was very surprised to learn that she was the grandmother of the bride!
I put my handbag aside. The grandmother sat on a chair in the washroom. With my eyes closed, Loving Energy came through and guided me to work on her. During that time, a few people walked in and out of the washroom. Luckily, no one interrupted or said anything. I worked on her for quite a while. When I opened my eyes, I was pleased to see that she looked well and was breathing normally. We looked at one another with joy. Her daughter kept saying I must be an angel, or how else I came to the washroom at that very moment. I said it was not me who healed. It was the Grace of God. I thanked them for allowing me to be a channel.
I walked back to our table. My husband was worrying about me for I had been gone for quite a while. Then I saw the two women walked to their table. Before the night was over, they came to our table and thanked me again. The grandmother's eyes were clear and shone with gladness. They gave me a big hug before they left.
It was a very humbling experience. I only learned a healing modality three months ago. With my personality, I would not have said 'I am a healer' in public or in front of strangers. However, I knew I had to step forward and place my trust in the Divine because I wanted the wedding to go well too. My heart was filled with gratitude as the Loving Energy guided my hands to work on the grandmother. In a small way, I felt I had repaid some of the kindness that this wonderful young man (the groom) had extended to our family.
By the way, within a week, the scalded skin was replaced by healthy new skin.
God is Great as Love Is.
Many blessings,
Q of D
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
The Hot Coffee Incident - two consecutive stories of healing
Greetings!
One night in June of 2007, I sat down to write a letter to an exceptional young man who was about to get married in two days. I wanted to let him know how grateful I was of his help to our family.
He was a great blessing to our family during the challenging restaurant years. He was our son's high school classmate. He treated our sons as his brothers. He had friends of different ethnicity because he never judged people by how they looked. His loving parents allowed him to bring his friends into their home to hang out. They talked. They played video and card games. They were a group of teenagers who did not drink or smoke. Our family of four had only one car. Sometimes we could not leave the restaurant to pick up our sons when they were off from work. Our sons would call him, and he was always willing to help. I heard that this wonderful young man also volunteered to take care of pets when his friends and coworkers went on vacations.
He had asked both of our sons to be his groomsmen (one son as the best man). My husband and I were invited to his wedding too. Over the years, he was like a member of our family. Sometimes we invited him to celebrate Chinese holidays with us. Due to my quiet nature, I had not expressed how grateful I was of his help to our family.
So there I was, in the middle of the night, trying to write a letter to thank him. I was going to ask my sons to give him the letter during the wedding rehearsal. However, I just could not finish the letter because memories of the challenging years flooded my mind. Around 5 a.m., I decided I would finish the letter in the morning since the rehearsal would take place in the afternoon.
I woke up around 10 o'clock. I went to boil some water to make a cup of coffee. I sat down next to my husband who was reading by the dining table. At one point, I looked over to the stove. I was surprised I had turned the burner to the highest setting! I had never done that! I normally set it at medium or medium high. I thought it was alright. I would turn it off once the water was ready.
I made a cup of coffee and put it on the dining table. As I sat down, the cup tipped over. The hot, hot, hot coffee spilled onto the lower part of my body and the inner side of my right thigh. When I came to, I ran upstairs to the bathtub and turned on the cold water. I yelled for my husband to rush to a store and buy a bag of ice. (My husband later told me my cotton short had soaked up the whole cup of coffee since there was barely any coffee left on the floor. No doubt it hurt so much! Soaking with extremely hot coffee, the cotton short had stuck to my skin as I ran upstairs to the bathroom.)
My husband rushed home with the ice. I asked him to put the ice in small bags. I went back to the bedroom. I placed the ice over my right thigh and the most sensitive area that was hurting as if on fire. I waited hoping the ice would give me some relief from the pain. But it didn't. I went back to the bathtub and stood under the shower head with cold water running. Any time I stepped away from the cold water, the pain was unbearable. All the while, I could not believe what had happened for tomorrow was the wedding!
I did not know how long I stood under the cold water. I found myself shivering. I went back to the bedroom and put the ice on. My younger son called. My husband told him what had happened. Immediately, he and his fiancee wanted me to go to the hospital. After they hung up, my husband asked me what to do. I swayed my head. With no health insurance, I would not go to a hospital.
The pain was excruciating. I went to the bathtub again. However, my body was cold, and I could not stand the cold water anymore. When I turned the water to lightly warm, the burning sensation intensified. It was intolerable. I went back to the bedroom. My mind was still in disbelief of what had happened. Somehow the excruciating pain and disbelief occupied my mind, and I did not think of praying for help.
Two hours had gone by. The ice gave me no relief from the pain at all. Seeing the pain on my face, my husband asked: "What now?" I looked at him. Finally, I cried out: "I cannot take it anymore! It just hurts and hurts!" Right after I cried out, the bedroom door swung open. We felt a rush of air as if someone rushed in. My husband and I looked at the door with our mouths widely opened. My husband had made sure the door was closed because I had only a towel covering the middle part of my body. The next thing I knew was the pain was gone! I found myself enveloped in a field of peaceful energy. I knew everything was going to be alright.
Later, my son and his fiancee arrived. Our soon ** to be daughter-in-law got some cream for burns from her aunt who worked in a hospital. (** Their wedding day was set for the following month. Click to view The sun will shine and the wind will calm down ) My son insisted that I let his fiancee look at the scalded part of my body. With only her and me in the bedroom, I looked at the scalded area for the first time. That part of my body was red like cooked meat and covered with blisters. The inner right thigh was scalded all the way down to a few inches above the knee. Some blisters were big! It looked terrible. She immediately said I needed to go to a hospital or at least see a doctor. I assured them I was not in pain. I promised I would put the cream on. They did not believe that I was not in pain, but they knew they could not change my mind.
After they left, I put the cream on as I promised. I went about the day as usual. I did not write the letter anymore because my sons had already gone to the wedding rehearsal. I was at peace. In my heart, I kept thanking the Divine.
Later in the afternoon, the door bell rang. I was nicely surprised that the groom-to-be was at the door with our older son. He told me he had heard what happened. So he came to see how I was doing. Instead of writing a letter, God had given me a chance to tell him personally how grateful I was of his presence and what a wonderful being he was. When I finished talking, our eyes were filled with tears.
That night, I went to bed with a heart full of gratitude and the love of God. I repeated my vow which I had made years ago that I would commit to the Will of God. I asked to be an instrument wherever I am. Soon I fell into a peaceful sleep. What I did not know was - I would be an instrument of healing on the wedding day.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
Click to view story 2 - The Healing in the Washroom
One night in June of 2007, I sat down to write a letter to an exceptional young man who was about to get married in two days. I wanted to let him know how grateful I was of his help to our family.
He was a great blessing to our family during the challenging restaurant years. He was our son's high school classmate. He treated our sons as his brothers. He had friends of different ethnicity because he never judged people by how they looked. His loving parents allowed him to bring his friends into their home to hang out. They talked. They played video and card games. They were a group of teenagers who did not drink or smoke. Our family of four had only one car. Sometimes we could not leave the restaurant to pick up our sons when they were off from work. Our sons would call him, and he was always willing to help. I heard that this wonderful young man also volunteered to take care of pets when his friends and coworkers went on vacations.
He had asked both of our sons to be his groomsmen (one son as the best man). My husband and I were invited to his wedding too. Over the years, he was like a member of our family. Sometimes we invited him to celebrate Chinese holidays with us. Due to my quiet nature, I had not expressed how grateful I was of his help to our family.
So there I was, in the middle of the night, trying to write a letter to thank him. I was going to ask my sons to give him the letter during the wedding rehearsal. However, I just could not finish the letter because memories of the challenging years flooded my mind. Around 5 a.m., I decided I would finish the letter in the morning since the rehearsal would take place in the afternoon.
I woke up around 10 o'clock. I went to boil some water to make a cup of coffee. I sat down next to my husband who was reading by the dining table. At one point, I looked over to the stove. I was surprised I had turned the burner to the highest setting! I had never done that! I normally set it at medium or medium high. I thought it was alright. I would turn it off once the water was ready.
I made a cup of coffee and put it on the dining table. As I sat down, the cup tipped over. The hot, hot, hot coffee spilled onto the lower part of my body and the inner side of my right thigh. When I came to, I ran upstairs to the bathtub and turned on the cold water. I yelled for my husband to rush to a store and buy a bag of ice. (My husband later told me my cotton short had soaked up the whole cup of coffee since there was barely any coffee left on the floor. No doubt it hurt so much! Soaking with extremely hot coffee, the cotton short had stuck to my skin as I ran upstairs to the bathroom.)
My husband rushed home with the ice. I asked him to put the ice in small bags. I went back to the bedroom. I placed the ice over my right thigh and the most sensitive area that was hurting as if on fire. I waited hoping the ice would give me some relief from the pain. But it didn't. I went back to the bathtub and stood under the shower head with cold water running. Any time I stepped away from the cold water, the pain was unbearable. All the while, I could not believe what had happened for tomorrow was the wedding!
I did not know how long I stood under the cold water. I found myself shivering. I went back to the bedroom and put the ice on. My younger son called. My husband told him what had happened. Immediately, he and his fiancee wanted me to go to the hospital. After they hung up, my husband asked me what to do. I swayed my head. With no health insurance, I would not go to a hospital.
The pain was excruciating. I went to the bathtub again. However, my body was cold, and I could not stand the cold water anymore. When I turned the water to lightly warm, the burning sensation intensified. It was intolerable. I went back to the bedroom. My mind was still in disbelief of what had happened. Somehow the excruciating pain and disbelief occupied my mind, and I did not think of praying for help.
Two hours had gone by. The ice gave me no relief from the pain at all. Seeing the pain on my face, my husband asked: "What now?" I looked at him. Finally, I cried out: "I cannot take it anymore! It just hurts and hurts!" Right after I cried out, the bedroom door swung open. We felt a rush of air as if someone rushed in. My husband and I looked at the door with our mouths widely opened. My husband had made sure the door was closed because I had only a towel covering the middle part of my body. The next thing I knew was the pain was gone! I found myself enveloped in a field of peaceful energy. I knew everything was going to be alright.
Later, my son and his fiancee arrived. Our soon ** to be daughter-in-law got some cream for burns from her aunt who worked in a hospital. (** Their wedding day was set for the following month. Click to view The sun will shine and the wind will calm down ) My son insisted that I let his fiancee look at the scalded part of my body. With only her and me in the bedroom, I looked at the scalded area for the first time. That part of my body was red like cooked meat and covered with blisters. The inner right thigh was scalded all the way down to a few inches above the knee. Some blisters were big! It looked terrible. She immediately said I needed to go to a hospital or at least see a doctor. I assured them I was not in pain. I promised I would put the cream on. They did not believe that I was not in pain, but they knew they could not change my mind.
After they left, I put the cream on as I promised. I went about the day as usual. I did not write the letter anymore because my sons had already gone to the wedding rehearsal. I was at peace. In my heart, I kept thanking the Divine.
Later in the afternoon, the door bell rang. I was nicely surprised that the groom-to-be was at the door with our older son. He told me he had heard what happened. So he came to see how I was doing. Instead of writing a letter, God had given me a chance to tell him personally how grateful I was of his presence and what a wonderful being he was. When I finished talking, our eyes were filled with tears.
That night, I went to bed with a heart full of gratitude and the love of God. I repeated my vow which I had made years ago that I would commit to the Will of God. I asked to be an instrument wherever I am. Soon I fell into a peaceful sleep. What I did not know was - I would be an instrument of healing on the wedding day.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
Click to view story 2 - The Healing in the Washroom
Monday, August 6, 2012
Every Relationship Is a Lesson In Love
Greetings!
For about three years, I joined a healing prayer service circle every Tuesday. Sometimes a friend brought with her a deck of 'A Course In Miracle' cards. She would ask one of us to pick a card. Then we would contemplate briefly** over the meaning of the card. (**We were there to be of service. This was not a meet up group for discussion.)
One day this card was drawn.
Immediately a brother said, "But relationship sucks!" (i.e. bad, difficult, displeasing)
Unexpected of what I heard, I said, "What?!"
He went on to say, "Relationship sucks because no matter how hard you try to love, there are always a few you just don't like them."
I smiled and let it go. In our non-awakened human mind, it was really not easy to like or love everyone as the brother said. Meanwhile, a sister started lecturing him that we should love no matter what. It was true. However, we had known this brother for years. He was a long time spiritual seeker, and had given his time freely for good causes. He said what he said to express his honest opinion of how challenging the lesson of love 'is'.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I like this brother's honesty. It is a good thing he does not pretend that he is already there as the awakened ones who can love as love is. Thus he is not too harsh on himself, and can view his response to relationships objectively. I have known a few who easily give out advices such as we should love our enemies as ourselves and we should love our spouse more than ourselves. It is easy to say something that sounds good, but, oftentimes it is easier said than done. I have seen the same people having a hard time maintaining their own peace and relationships. They constantly judge themselves if they are loving enough, and at times judge others with their measure of love without realizing it.
Every relationship is unique. We cannot generalize all relationships. In our human mind, we are troubled by our relationship with others from time to time. How do we love? Though love is the key, yet there is not one solution for all. Sometimes it is to love with patience. Sometimes it is to love enough to let go. At others times, we need to take a step back and think it over. We have to remember love includes loving ourselves. If you have time, please click to view the following posts on relationships. I have found comfort in these words of wisdom.
To Let Go Is...........
Guide's words of wisdom on relationship
You don't necessary have to like or dislike someone
Every relationship is a lesson in love. Let us keep this in our mind, and may love guide us through in all that we do. Amen.
Many blessings,
Q of D
For about three years, I joined a healing prayer service circle every Tuesday. Sometimes a friend brought with her a deck of 'A Course In Miracle' cards. She would ask one of us to pick a card. Then we would contemplate briefly** over the meaning of the card. (**We were there to be of service. This was not a meet up group for discussion.)
One day this card was drawn.
Every relationship is a lesson in love
Immediately a brother said, "But relationship sucks!" (i.e. bad, difficult, displeasing)
Unexpected of what I heard, I said, "What?!"
He went on to say, "Relationship sucks because no matter how hard you try to love, there are always a few you just don't like them."
I smiled and let it go. In our non-awakened human mind, it was really not easy to like or love everyone as the brother said. Meanwhile, a sister started lecturing him that we should love no matter what. It was true. However, we had known this brother for years. He was a long time spiritual seeker, and had given his time freely for good causes. He said what he said to express his honest opinion of how challenging the lesson of love 'is'.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I like this brother's honesty. It is a good thing he does not pretend that he is already there as the awakened ones who can love as love is. Thus he is not too harsh on himself, and can view his response to relationships objectively. I have known a few who easily give out advices such as we should love our enemies as ourselves and we should love our spouse more than ourselves. It is easy to say something that sounds good, but, oftentimes it is easier said than done. I have seen the same people having a hard time maintaining their own peace and relationships. They constantly judge themselves if they are loving enough, and at times judge others with their measure of love without realizing it.
Every relationship is unique. We cannot generalize all relationships. In our human mind, we are troubled by our relationship with others from time to time. How do we love? Though love is the key, yet there is not one solution for all. Sometimes it is to love with patience. Sometimes it is to love enough to let go. At others times, we need to take a step back and think it over. We have to remember love includes loving ourselves. If you have time, please click to view the following posts on relationships. I have found comfort in these words of wisdom.
To Let Go Is...........
Guide's words of wisdom on relationship
You don't necessary have to like or dislike someone
Every relationship is a lesson in love. Let us keep this in our mind, and may love guide us through in all that we do. Amen.
Many blessings,
Q of D
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