Greetings,
After reading a wonderful pet story, I wanted to write a post about a great gray cat. He was a stray or homeless cat that showed up on the porch of our apartment one summer morning over 14 years ago. He had moved on in 2001. In order to write about him, I took out some of my old journals. It would probably take me some time to read my journals before I could begin writing about this special cat.
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As I go through my old journals, I find an incident which is worth sharing.
I wrote in my earliest posts that I did not know anything about spirit guides and angels before the year 2000. When this incident happened, I had come to notice the presence of my guides and angels through The Incredible 'Night Vision - Pieces of A Dream' Phenomenon. The phenomenon lifted my spirit from time to time, but the struggle to pay the bills remained. At times, I felt overwhelmed of the stressful situation. I wish my guides and angels could give me answers to the problem. I talked to them. However, I did not seem to receive any response.
One night, I saw the ads of some psychics on a metaphysical magazine. I wrote down their names on a piece of paper. I said to my guides and angels, "Since I cannot hear you, it may be you can talk to me through a psychic. Please show me who is the best psychic among them or who should I go to?" I placed my sensitive hand over the paper. At first, my hand seemed to move above two names, but the energy soon guided my hand to rest on my heart. I said, "Hey, I am not a psychic. Please give me an answer, and tell me the psychic I should go to." I placed my hand above the list of names. Time after time, the energy moved my hand to my heart. Finally, I gave up.
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Reading my journal today, I know now my guides and angels were telling me to look within for answers instead of outside of me. All answers lie within. I should have faith that the Divine had heard my prayers. The change must come from within. My view of the situation had to change for the new to take hold. When I focused on the lack, the situation remained. When I looked to the future with hope and faith, the new could begin to manifest.
In Dec. of 2001, I was guided to book a phone reading with a known angel channel that lived in another state. From my own experience, sometimes a consultation with a truly good psychic / medium / channel could be helpful. However, at the time of the above incident, my guides and angels wanted me to look within for answers.
My spirit guides and angels are here to help me and guide me. They know what is best for me. I am very grateful for their loving presence in my life.
Have a good week!
Peace,
Q of D
Monday, August 25, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
Doing a Good Deed, Being Nice, and Unconditional Love
Greetings!
Over 12 million people have watched the video 'People power frees man trapped by Perth Train' by ABC News (Australia) on YouTube.
In a social experiment TV show, a woman played the role of a gambling addict who publicly grabbed coins from a fountain outside of a casino. She then asked people to give her money so that she could go into the casino and gamble again. Many people told her that it was wrong to steal from the fountain, and that she had a serious gambling problem. In another scene, the woman asked people to help her grab more coins from the fountain. A few people actually did as she asked. Some of us went beyond our common sense trying to be nice, and thought being nice was the same as loving unconditionally. However, it was not. A man walked by. The woman asked him for money for gambling. He gave her $50. The TV host came out and asked him why. The man said, "Isn't it always good to do a good deed."
Some people tried to do good because they wanted good to return to them. It was the Law of Cause and Effect, they thought. Since money was a tool, they gave freely to those who asked thinking they were doing good deeds. However, it was not necessary the case. For instance, a young man who was obviously an alcoholic asked for money in the street. A few people gave him money. He went into a bar for more drinks. He drove off intoxicated. His car hit a tree killing himself and a man who was taking a walk. In the Law of Cause and Effect, those who gave him money and the bartender were in part responsible for the accident.
In a story, an abbot intuitively foresaw his young student was about to die in a couple of weeks. Without saying anything, he asked the young monk to go home and visit his mother (for the last time). After a couple of weeks, the student returned safely looking more vibrant than ever. The abbot inquired if something special had happened during his trip. The student said it was a smooth trip, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The abbot asked him to think again. After a long while, the student recalled a minor incident on his way home. He saw some ants on the riverbank struggling to survive because of the rising water. He scooped the ants onto some leaves to save them from drowning.
What is a good deed?
Perhaps we should examine our way of thinking when we did something because we thought it was a good deed. When the young monk scooped the ants onto the leaves, he never thought of karma or receiving good in return. I recalled I read somewhere that 'true heroes never set out to be heroes; they just rose on the occasions and did what they felt they should do'.
During the Perth train incident, I believed people who helped simply allowed themselves be. On that day, people moved a train to free a fellow human being.
Be the light, love, and peace that we are. Imagine what will be if more and more of us seeing each other as one!
Peace,
Q of D
Over 12 million people have watched the video 'People power frees man trapped by Perth Train' by ABC News (Australia) on YouTube.
I first saw it on TV. It was inspiring how people automatically joined in to push the train in order to free the man. The whole scene was peaceful, and not a bit chaotic. After they helped freeing the man, people simply got on the train and moved on with their lives. It was a compelling display of people power and the innate good in man.
I read an interesting story on the Chinese newspaper about Confucius. I forgot the details of the story. Anyway, a man did a good deed or something heroic. The official wanted to give him a big reward. The man said he had simply followed his heart to do what he felt was right. He refused to accept the reward. When Confucius heard about the incident, he said, "He should have accepted the reward. In doing so, the story will spread, and more people will follow his example to do good according to their hearts." (In ancient times, stories spread by word of mouth.) Some time later, a man did something good. He proudly accepted a reward and saw himself as a hero. When Confucius heard about that, he said, "Oh, this is not good. Now people will help others or do good expecting recognition and rewards."
In a social experiment TV show, a woman played the role of a gambling addict who publicly grabbed coins from a fountain outside of a casino. She then asked people to give her money so that she could go into the casino and gamble again. Many people told her that it was wrong to steal from the fountain, and that she had a serious gambling problem. In another scene, the woman asked people to help her grab more coins from the fountain. A few people actually did as she asked. Some of us went beyond our common sense trying to be nice, and thought being nice was the same as loving unconditionally. However, it was not. A man walked by. The woman asked him for money for gambling. He gave her $50. The TV host came out and asked him why. The man said, "Isn't it always good to do a good deed."
Some people tried to do good because they wanted good to return to them. It was the Law of Cause and Effect, they thought. Since money was a tool, they gave freely to those who asked thinking they were doing good deeds. However, it was not necessary the case. For instance, a young man who was obviously an alcoholic asked for money in the street. A few people gave him money. He went into a bar for more drinks. He drove off intoxicated. His car hit a tree killing himself and a man who was taking a walk. In the Law of Cause and Effect, those who gave him money and the bartender were in part responsible for the accident.
In a story, an abbot intuitively foresaw his young student was about to die in a couple of weeks. Without saying anything, he asked the young monk to go home and visit his mother (for the last time). After a couple of weeks, the student returned safely looking more vibrant than ever. The abbot inquired if something special had happened during his trip. The student said it was a smooth trip, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The abbot asked him to think again. After a long while, the student recalled a minor incident on his way home. He saw some ants on the riverbank struggling to survive because of the rising water. He scooped the ants onto some leaves to save them from drowning.
What is a good deed?
Perhaps we should examine our way of thinking when we did something because we thought it was a good deed. When the young monk scooped the ants onto the leaves, he never thought of karma or receiving good in return. I recalled I read somewhere that 'true heroes never set out to be heroes; they just rose on the occasions and did what they felt they should do'.
During the Perth train incident, I believed people who helped simply allowed themselves be. On that day, people moved a train to free a fellow human being.
Be the light, love, and peace that we are. Imagine what will be if more and more of us seeing each other as one!
Peace,
Q of D
Monday, August 11, 2014
I saw no purpose of being there
Greetings!
This is the second healing experience. (Please refer to my last post The Stop at a Railroad Crossing.)
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Near the end of August 2012, we moved back to the state we used to live. One day, I read about a festival celebration hosted by a charity group on the Chinese newspaper. Before I went to the event, I prayed that if I could be of help, please let someone who was in charge talk to me about volunteer work.
Many people came for the celebration. Most of them seemed to come from a certain place. They talked in a language / dialect I did not know. Since I did not speak their language, I let go of the idea to volunteer there.
When I was about to leave, a woman walked by. I greeted her with a smile. We exchanged pleasantries. (Years ago, I had made a vow to acknowledge verbally or mentally all the people that I met as my way of honoring God.) Soon she walked to me again. She asked in English if I had time to volunteer. She said she was the person in charge. To put a long story short, I began volunteering one day a week. I also participated in their monthly community service.
The woman in charge was with me when I volunteered for the first time. During our conversation, I asked why she talked to me about volunteering since many people had come for the celebration. With a puzzling look, she said she thought I had asked to be a volunteer!
The volunteer work was not what I expected. There was nothing to do. I was in the office by myself the whole day. The phone rarely rang. When it did, it was the woman in charge checking on the volunteer on duty. I eventually learned it had been that way for years. Other offices in the big cities such as Chicago and New York were more active in community services. As for this office, the main function was to coordinate with the main office in fundraising to help those in need in the case of a global natural disaster.
After some weeks, I really wondered why I was there. The person in charge did talk to me as I had prayed. Could it be just a coincidence and nothing more? With nothing to do, I saw no purpose of being there.
One day, I was glad to hear that another volunteer would come in the afternoon, and I could go home after she arrived. I had met this volunteer during the monthly community service. She was nice, confident, and treated everyone with respect.
This volunteer came in early one day. For the first time, we chatted. When she heard I did not know much about the computer, she immediately offered to help me. We went to sit by the computer. As I listened to her instructions, I made a simple comment about how well she communicated. She said she wasn't that good, and thought I was just trying to be nice. I said, "I always speak from my heart. I don't say things to flatter other people." I looked at her. Then I said, "In truth, you had been a teacher for many lifetimes. That is why you are good at communication and teaching." As I was talking, she clutched her chest. There was an indescribable expression on her face. She managed to say "It's so strange ... your words touch somewhere deep inside my heart" before she broke down in tears.
She cried for a long time. When she got a hold of herself, she said something in my voice went straight into her heart. She then talked to me about her pain and sorrow. She told me how she came to USA. She loved her parents and had taken good care of them. She helped her siblings the best she could. Her parents and siblings loved her very much too. Her parents got sick and passed away. She was one of the most loving people that I had ever met, yet for years she lived in pain because she thought she could have done more for her parents. It caused her health, and she almost died. While waiting for surgery in the hospital, she made a vow to honor all seniors as if her own parents from then on. She turned her sorrow into strength. After retiring from her career, she volunteered in nursing homes and hospitals. She treated everybody with love and respect. She had been very busy in her volunteer work, but it was obvious she had not released her deep hidden pain until that afternoon.
Right when we finished talking, someone knocked at the door. We hugged, and I left. When I got inside my car, it came to me it was time to leave for I had served the purpose of being there. Few days later, I told the person in charge I would serve until the end of that month.
In her willingness to teach me about the computer, that afternoon was the only time we got to talk to one another before I left. I could not volunteer the following week because I had an appointment. A week later, she was busy with her other volunteer work. Weeks later, she sent me a beautiful happy new year card.
I have learned from my experiences that much more are at work in where we go and whom we meet. Sometimes we may not see the purpose of why we are there, but eventually we will.
Many blessings,
Q of D
This is the second healing experience. (Please refer to my last post The Stop at a Railroad Crossing.)
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Near the end of August 2012, we moved back to the state we used to live. One day, I read about a festival celebration hosted by a charity group on the Chinese newspaper. Before I went to the event, I prayed that if I could be of help, please let someone who was in charge talk to me about volunteer work.
Many people came for the celebration. Most of them seemed to come from a certain place. They talked in a language / dialect I did not know. Since I did not speak their language, I let go of the idea to volunteer there.
When I was about to leave, a woman walked by. I greeted her with a smile. We exchanged pleasantries. (Years ago, I had made a vow to acknowledge verbally or mentally all the people that I met as my way of honoring God.) Soon she walked to me again. She asked in English if I had time to volunteer. She said she was the person in charge. To put a long story short, I began volunteering one day a week. I also participated in their monthly community service.
The woman in charge was with me when I volunteered for the first time. During our conversation, I asked why she talked to me about volunteering since many people had come for the celebration. With a puzzling look, she said she thought I had asked to be a volunteer!
The volunteer work was not what I expected. There was nothing to do. I was in the office by myself the whole day. The phone rarely rang. When it did, it was the woman in charge checking on the volunteer on duty. I eventually learned it had been that way for years. Other offices in the big cities such as Chicago and New York were more active in community services. As for this office, the main function was to coordinate with the main office in fundraising to help those in need in the case of a global natural disaster.
After some weeks, I really wondered why I was there. The person in charge did talk to me as I had prayed. Could it be just a coincidence and nothing more? With nothing to do, I saw no purpose of being there.
One day, I was glad to hear that another volunteer would come in the afternoon, and I could go home after she arrived. I had met this volunteer during the monthly community service. She was nice, confident, and treated everyone with respect.
This volunteer came in early one day. For the first time, we chatted. When she heard I did not know much about the computer, she immediately offered to help me. We went to sit by the computer. As I listened to her instructions, I made a simple comment about how well she communicated. She said she wasn't that good, and thought I was just trying to be nice. I said, "I always speak from my heart. I don't say things to flatter other people." I looked at her. Then I said, "In truth, you had been a teacher for many lifetimes. That is why you are good at communication and teaching." As I was talking, she clutched her chest. There was an indescribable expression on her face. She managed to say "It's so strange ... your words touch somewhere deep inside my heart" before she broke down in tears.
She cried for a long time. When she got a hold of herself, she said something in my voice went straight into her heart. She then talked to me about her pain and sorrow. She told me how she came to USA. She loved her parents and had taken good care of them. She helped her siblings the best she could. Her parents and siblings loved her very much too. Her parents got sick and passed away. She was one of the most loving people that I had ever met, yet for years she lived in pain because she thought she could have done more for her parents. It caused her health, and she almost died. While waiting for surgery in the hospital, she made a vow to honor all seniors as if her own parents from then on. She turned her sorrow into strength. After retiring from her career, she volunteered in nursing homes and hospitals. She treated everybody with love and respect. She had been very busy in her volunteer work, but it was obvious she had not released her deep hidden pain until that afternoon.
Right when we finished talking, someone knocked at the door. We hugged, and I left. When I got inside my car, it came to me it was time to leave for I had served the purpose of being there. Few days later, I told the person in charge I would serve until the end of that month.
In her willingness to teach me about the computer, that afternoon was the only time we got to talk to one another before I left. I could not volunteer the following week because I had an appointment. A week later, she was busy with her other volunteer work. Weeks later, she sent me a beautiful happy new year card.
I have learned from my experiences that much more are at work in where we go and whom we meet. Sometimes we may not see the purpose of why we are there, but eventually we will.
Many blessings,
Q of D
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