Greetings!
The first incident happened in April of 2007. The second incident happened a few years later while we lived in another state.
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One Saturday, my husband and I went to a grocery store located in a big shopping center. The store was at one end of the L-shape shopping center. When we arrived, the parking spaces by the store were almost filled. We had to park a distance away.
We got out of our car. In the parking lot, some people were walking to the store ahead of us. Among the people in the front was a woman. I saw her stepped onto the sidewalk by the store. She did not enter the store. She went to stand at a distance from the entrance. Seeing that, I turned to my husband and said, "The woman that stands by the wall is waiting for me!" My husband looked at me with a puzzling look. As usual, he did not say anything. The woman was at ease standing there by the wall. She never looked over to those that entered the store.
I stepped onto the sidewalk of the store. Immediately, she walked towards me. I took some steps forward. She said, "I am a tourist. I need $2 so that I can get back to the hotel by bus." I gave her $2. She thanked me and walked away. In my 4 1/2 years in that state, I had never gotten on a bus. I had no idea what the bus fare was. I wanted to ask her if $2 was enough, but she had walked past the store. She was on her way out of the shopping center.
That day I did not give much thought to what happened for it was not unusual that people found themselves short of a few dollars.
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Since I recalled these two incidents in recent days, I now wondered if I had come across the same woman. I was not good in remembering faces (and names too). Though the incidents took place in different states, the woman on both occasions was white, around 20 to 30 years old, and of similar height. Strangely, both drew my attention while they walked among other people. Looking back, the woman did not ask others that arrived at the store before me. If she had asked, I believed most would have given her the $2. What she did was similar to the woman that talked to me in the festival. What was the purpose of this kind of chance meetings? I did not know, but my higher self probably understood.
When I told my husband the woman was waiting for me, I was somewhat surprised at my own words or my intuition too.
When I was with the Thursday Circle, sometimes we practiced using our intuition. My friends saw images and received lots of information while I usually got nothing intuitively. (As I wrote before, I could visualize when I was small. As an adult, I could not form any image when I closed my eyes.) My friends said everyone was psychic (intuitive) for intuition was the language of the soul. However, I did not seem to get anything time after time. On a few occasions, I lightheartedly introduced myself as the only one in the circle that was not psychic.
One day, I said those words again. When the circle was over, a woman that had joined our circle not long ago walked to me. With seriousness on her face, she said, "I am clairvoyant. I can see energies and auras. Your aura is very beautiful. In truth, you are very powerful and intuitive. You should not take your gifts lightly. You were wrong to joke about your gifts." Her truthful concern touched me. The human I might feel I was not intuitive, but I had come to know We are all much more than who we appear to be. She was right. I should not joke about my gifts or reaffirm the false belief of who I AM. Sister, thank you for pointing out that I was wrong.
We are all intuitive. We are.
Many blessings,
Q of D
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Synchronicity and strange encounters - Incident 1
Greetings!
Recently two strange encounters that happened years ago came to my mind. I wondered why I recalled these incidents at this time. On both occasions, I came across a woman.
This is the first strange encounter.
In March 2007, I participated in a 2-Day spiritual energy healing workshop facilitated by a wonderful healer and spiritual teacher from another state. (Re my post My journey as a channel of spiritual healing energy )
About a month later, I went to a big Body, Mind and Spirit Festival. After listening to some lectures and browsing around, I decided to line up for an aura photo. The man who took my photo told me not to remove the paper on the top because it took a while for the photo to develop. (He used Polaroid films.) He asked me to line up at the next booth for an interpretation of the aura picture.
About 10 to 12 people were ahead of me. As I waited for my turn, I observed a man and a woman were there to give interpretations of aura photos. I recognized the man. On another occasion over a year ago, I had also purchased an aura photo. On that day, the man was the only one to give interpretations. Before it was my turn, I observed he talked to people in length about their photos. When it was my turn, his only talked to me for a few brief seconds. Therefore, this day I hoped he would be busy by the time it was my turn, and the woman would talk to me about my aura photo.
After a short while, I noticed the line was getting long as some people had lined up behind me. At one point, a woman in a distance caught my attention. She was a white woman in her late 20 s or early 30 s. She was an average person like me. There were many people walking around, but something in her drew my attention. It was hard to explain. As she came near, I was surprised she stopped to talk to me.
She said, "So ... you are very interested in aura photo, huh?"
Excitedly, I replied, "Yes, I find the aura photos interesting. The colors of the energies are so vivid and beautiful. Are you...(going to take a picture too)?"
Before I finished talking, she said, "Oh ... you haven't seen your picture yet!" Her eyes were on my hand with the picture. People around me had peeled off the paper to uncover their pictures, but I had not. She walked away without saying another word.
I stood there feeling baffled. Her first question was weird. Of course, I found the aura photos interesting. That was why I paid money for a photo. Why did she walk away once she saw that I had not seen my picture? Of all the people that had lined up, she chose to talk to me, yet walked away as sudden as she stopped before me. What a strange woman, I thought.
Soon, only two people were ahead of me. The woman asked the first one in line to come to her. The man was talking to a customer. When he was done, he signaled the one ahead of me to go to him. I was relieved. I thought the woman would be the one to interpret my aura photo. The woman was nice and seemed to be very patient. After a few minutes, she was still talking to a customer while the man had finished talking to the woman ahead of me. He asked me to go to him. Slowly, I walked towards him. I gave him the picture. He peeled off the paper on the top. It was then I saw my aura picture. Expansive white light covered my head and the area above my shoulders; on top of the white light was gold light. The man looked at the picture. He repeated the colors. I said, "May I ask you some questions?" I was going to ask him if the flash light of the aura camera had been reflected on the picture. Impatiently, he said, "You don't need to ask questions. You have all the answers." (This is a good example of 'what is wrong with assumption'.) He turned to signal the next in line to come forward.
When I was about to leave the festival, I saw the organizer of this big festival. She was the founder of the holistic magazine* that I had been reading for years. Looking at her, my heart was filled with gratitude for her work and contribution to humanity. I walked forward and asked if I might give her a hug. As we hugged, I thanked her from my heart for what she did. When we parted, I was surprised that her eyes were filled with tears. In a trembling voice, she said, "You did not just thank me. You gave me a blessing!" For a while, we looked into each other's eyes before we parted in the joy of peace.
Five days later, I was at the Thursday Circle. I had been with the circle for almost two years. I felt comfortable sharing with my friends about the strange encounter with the woman and the aura photo. I wanted to hear their words about the woman because many at the circle were psychics. Instead of what I wanted to hear, the facilitator of the circle exclaimed, "Oh, that was why a woman talked to me about white light!"
It turned out the facilitator had a strange encounter with a woman a few days ago. (I did not ask if it happened on the same day as I met the strange woman.) The facilitator was standing in line when a woman began talking to her about auras. (My friend might be there to watch a show or play.) The woman told her white light in an aura photo was rare and what white light in the aura meant. She kept talking, but my friend was not into what she said. They were not there for a spiritual event. Of all the people in the line, my friend wondered why a stranger chose to talk to her about white light in aura photos.
My friends in the circle continued to talk. We all had some strange, short encounters like these from time to time. Lots of times we had to put them aside for there was no way to explain why they happened or what had happened.
Since the incident came to mind in recent days, I wondered if my friend (the facilitator of our circle) and I had met the same woman even though we were in different places. I had not asked her about the appearance of the woman she chanced to meet, e.g. how she looked like and what she wore.
I will share with you the second strange encounter in my next post.
Synchronicity and strange encounters - Incident 2
Peace,
Q of D
P.S. About the aura photos - I did not go to holistic fairs very often. In the past 12 years, I had purchased aura photos 5 times. I found aura pictures interesting because the colors were lively and beautiful. Except the above-mentioned occasion, my aura had been quite consistent over the years. It was mostly green and blue with some white and gold. I went to a 2-Day healing workshop a month before I went to the holistic festival. I had heard people's aura changed dramatically (and temporary) after an energy attunement. That could be the case for the white light aura photo.
*In the restaurant years, a customer brought me this monthly spiritual magazines because she thought I would enjoy reading them. Her family ordered food from us throughout the years. Sometimes she brought in orders from another family. Their support was greatly appreciated during those challenging years. A few days before the business changed hands, she came in to thank me. Strangely, she knew things I did that nobody should know. She talked about her vision of me in the future. The human I could not accept her words. To this day, I could not recall her vision of me. Months later, I came across her mother in a store. She told me her daughter (the customer & friend) was a minister and a teacher of A Course in Miracles. To this loving spiritual sister, I am eternally grateful.
Recently two strange encounters that happened years ago came to my mind. I wondered why I recalled these incidents at this time. On both occasions, I came across a woman.
This is the first strange encounter.
In March 2007, I participated in a 2-Day spiritual energy healing workshop facilitated by a wonderful healer and spiritual teacher from another state. (Re my post My journey as a channel of spiritual healing energy )
About a month later, I went to a big Body, Mind and Spirit Festival. After listening to some lectures and browsing around, I decided to line up for an aura photo. The man who took my photo told me not to remove the paper on the top because it took a while for the photo to develop. (He used Polaroid films.) He asked me to line up at the next booth for an interpretation of the aura picture.
About 10 to 12 people were ahead of me. As I waited for my turn, I observed a man and a woman were there to give interpretations of aura photos. I recognized the man. On another occasion over a year ago, I had also purchased an aura photo. On that day, the man was the only one to give interpretations. Before it was my turn, I observed he talked to people in length about their photos. When it was my turn, his only talked to me for a few brief seconds. Therefore, this day I hoped he would be busy by the time it was my turn, and the woman would talk to me about my aura photo.
After a short while, I noticed the line was getting long as some people had lined up behind me. At one point, a woman in a distance caught my attention. She was a white woman in her late 20 s or early 30 s. She was an average person like me. There were many people walking around, but something in her drew my attention. It was hard to explain. As she came near, I was surprised she stopped to talk to me.
She said, "So ... you are very interested in aura photo, huh?"
Excitedly, I replied, "Yes, I find the aura photos interesting. The colors of the energies are so vivid and beautiful. Are you...(going to take a picture too)?"
Before I finished talking, she said, "Oh ... you haven't seen your picture yet!" Her eyes were on my hand with the picture. People around me had peeled off the paper to uncover their pictures, but I had not. She walked away without saying another word.
I stood there feeling baffled. Her first question was weird. Of course, I found the aura photos interesting. That was why I paid money for a photo. Why did she walk away once she saw that I had not seen my picture? Of all the people that had lined up, she chose to talk to me, yet walked away as sudden as she stopped before me. What a strange woman, I thought.
Soon, only two people were ahead of me. The woman asked the first one in line to come to her. The man was talking to a customer. When he was done, he signaled the one ahead of me to go to him. I was relieved. I thought the woman would be the one to interpret my aura photo. The woman was nice and seemed to be very patient. After a few minutes, she was still talking to a customer while the man had finished talking to the woman ahead of me. He asked me to go to him. Slowly, I walked towards him. I gave him the picture. He peeled off the paper on the top. It was then I saw my aura picture. Expansive white light covered my head and the area above my shoulders; on top of the white light was gold light. The man looked at the picture. He repeated the colors. I said, "May I ask you some questions?" I was going to ask him if the flash light of the aura camera had been reflected on the picture. Impatiently, he said, "You don't need to ask questions. You have all the answers." (This is a good example of 'what is wrong with assumption'.) He turned to signal the next in line to come forward.
When I was about to leave the festival, I saw the organizer of this big festival. She was the founder of the holistic magazine* that I had been reading for years. Looking at her, my heart was filled with gratitude for her work and contribution to humanity. I walked forward and asked if I might give her a hug. As we hugged, I thanked her from my heart for what she did. When we parted, I was surprised that her eyes were filled with tears. In a trembling voice, she said, "You did not just thank me. You gave me a blessing!" For a while, we looked into each other's eyes before we parted in the joy of peace.
Five days later, I was at the Thursday Circle. I had been with the circle for almost two years. I felt comfortable sharing with my friends about the strange encounter with the woman and the aura photo. I wanted to hear their words about the woman because many at the circle were psychics. Instead of what I wanted to hear, the facilitator of the circle exclaimed, "Oh, that was why a woman talked to me about white light!"
It turned out the facilitator had a strange encounter with a woman a few days ago. (I did not ask if it happened on the same day as I met the strange woman.) The facilitator was standing in line when a woman began talking to her about auras. (My friend might be there to watch a show or play.) The woman told her white light in an aura photo was rare and what white light in the aura meant. She kept talking, but my friend was not into what she said. They were not there for a spiritual event. Of all the people in the line, my friend wondered why a stranger chose to talk to her about white light in aura photos.
My friends in the circle continued to talk. We all had some strange, short encounters like these from time to time. Lots of times we had to put them aside for there was no way to explain why they happened or what had happened.
Since the incident came to mind in recent days, I wondered if my friend (the facilitator of our circle) and I had met the same woman even though we were in different places. I had not asked her about the appearance of the woman she chanced to meet, e.g. how she looked like and what she wore.
I will share with you the second strange encounter in my next post.
Synchronicity and strange encounters - Incident 2
Peace,
Q of D
P.S. About the aura photos - I did not go to holistic fairs very often. In the past 12 years, I had purchased aura photos 5 times. I found aura pictures interesting because the colors were lively and beautiful. Except the above-mentioned occasion, my aura had been quite consistent over the years. It was mostly green and blue with some white and gold. I went to a 2-Day healing workshop a month before I went to the holistic festival. I had heard people's aura changed dramatically (and temporary) after an energy attunement. That could be the case for the white light aura photo.
*In the restaurant years, a customer brought me this monthly spiritual magazines because she thought I would enjoy reading them. Her family ordered food from us throughout the years. Sometimes she brought in orders from another family. Their support was greatly appreciated during those challenging years. A few days before the business changed hands, she came in to thank me. Strangely, she knew things I did that nobody should know. She talked about her vision of me in the future. The human I could not accept her words. To this day, I could not recall her vision of me. Months later, I came across her mother in a store. She told me her daughter (the customer & friend) was a minister and a teacher of A Course in Miracles. To this loving spiritual sister, I am eternally grateful.
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
A Lesson of Judgment in my teens
Greetings!
When I was a teenager, A talk among girls about the criteria of an ideal husband had an impact on my view of relationships. Here is another experience that changed me. It happened in my early teens.
In the place I came from, we had different teachers teaching different subjects with one of the teachers as the head teacher of the class. There were 45 students in each class. The head teacher assigned the seats. Normally, the teacher assigned a boy sitting next to a girl. Every two to three months, the teacher reassigned the seats so that the students got to interact with different students during a school year.
One day, 6 or 7 of us (girls) happened to talk about the boys in the class. One girl talked about the boys she disliked. She hoped the teacher would not assign her to sit next to them. Others joined in. Each mentioned some names. When it was my turn, I thought for a while. I said, "I hope I will not sit next to X because he is too quiet. I don't want to sit next to Y. Though I don't really know him, he seems to be rude. I don't like Z. He is cocky." (Yes, I was judgmental.)
A couple of weeks later, the teacher reassigned our seats. I was surprised I had to sit next to X. He was quiet, but we did talk. We got along fine.
A couple of months later, the teacher assigned our seats again. As if the Divine played a joke on me, Y was assigned to sit next to me! After a couple of weeks, I realized he might act somewhat different from others, but he was not rude. It was his way of being, and I was wrong to judge him.
One day, he said he had heard I was the best in Chinese chess among girls. He told me he was the best among boys. He wanted to play a game of Chinese chess with me. I did not know who said that to him. Girls seldom played Chinese chess. I might have won some games, but I was not good in Chinese chess. At home, I lost to my older brother all the time. I refused to play Chinese chess with Y.
For days, he persisted. He said he won all the time playing Chinese chess, but had not played any match with girls. Since he heard I was good in Chinese chess, he really wanted to have a match with me. Finally, I said, "I am not good in Chinese chess. Since you insist, I will play one game with you. Win or lose, I will only play one game. You have to promise me that you will not ask for a rematch." He promised. When class was over, we stayed to play a game. The game did not last long. I felt sorry looking at the expression on his face. (I truly did.) He kept his promise. He did not ask for a rematch. He was back to himself the next day. We respected each other.
When it was time to reassign our seats, I thought there was no way the teacher would assign Z and I to sit together. The last two times happened by chance, I thought. It did not happen to other girls in the talk. A few of us (incl. me) had laughed about the coincidence. Did it happen again? It did. Through our interaction, I found out Z was not cocky as I had thought.
At the time, I did not know anything about the higher self, angels, or guides. In retrospect, the experience could be a lesson of judgment brought about by the Divine (angels, guides, higher self...). This incredible coincidence made me realize that I was wrong to judge others. Everybody had one's own way of being. I should not use my measures to judge others, but accept them as they were. I learned it took time to know another person. With understanding, most of us could be friends. I decided to treat others with acceptance and respect as I did with my classmates.
Many Blessings,
Q of D
P.S. As a mother, I observe the difference between the Chinese culture and the American culture. Here in America, children talk about boyfriend and girlfriend at an early age. In my time, we went to school to learn. Boys and girls talked in class. However, girls normally hung out with girls during breaks, and so were boys. In higher grades in secondary school, only a very few might be seen as boyfriend and girlfriend.
When I was a teenager, A talk among girls about the criteria of an ideal husband had an impact on my view of relationships. Here is another experience that changed me. It happened in my early teens.
In the place I came from, we had different teachers teaching different subjects with one of the teachers as the head teacher of the class. There were 45 students in each class. The head teacher assigned the seats. Normally, the teacher assigned a boy sitting next to a girl. Every two to three months, the teacher reassigned the seats so that the students got to interact with different students during a school year.
One day, 6 or 7 of us (girls) happened to talk about the boys in the class. One girl talked about the boys she disliked. She hoped the teacher would not assign her to sit next to them. Others joined in. Each mentioned some names. When it was my turn, I thought for a while. I said, "I hope I will not sit next to X because he is too quiet. I don't want to sit next to Y. Though I don't really know him, he seems to be rude. I don't like Z. He is cocky." (Yes, I was judgmental.)
A couple of weeks later, the teacher reassigned our seats. I was surprised I had to sit next to X. He was quiet, but we did talk. We got along fine.
A couple of months later, the teacher assigned our seats again. As if the Divine played a joke on me, Y was assigned to sit next to me! After a couple of weeks, I realized he might act somewhat different from others, but he was not rude. It was his way of being, and I was wrong to judge him.
One day, he said he had heard I was the best in Chinese chess among girls. He told me he was the best among boys. He wanted to play a game of Chinese chess with me. I did not know who said that to him. Girls seldom played Chinese chess. I might have won some games, but I was not good in Chinese chess. At home, I lost to my older brother all the time. I refused to play Chinese chess with Y.
For days, he persisted. He said he won all the time playing Chinese chess, but had not played any match with girls. Since he heard I was good in Chinese chess, he really wanted to have a match with me. Finally, I said, "I am not good in Chinese chess. Since you insist, I will play one game with you. Win or lose, I will only play one game. You have to promise me that you will not ask for a rematch." He promised. When class was over, we stayed to play a game. The game did not last long. I felt sorry looking at the expression on his face. (I truly did.) He kept his promise. He did not ask for a rematch. He was back to himself the next day. We respected each other.
When it was time to reassign our seats, I thought there was no way the teacher would assign Z and I to sit together. The last two times happened by chance, I thought. It did not happen to other girls in the talk. A few of us (incl. me) had laughed about the coincidence. Did it happen again? It did. Through our interaction, I found out Z was not cocky as I had thought.
At the time, I did not know anything about the higher self, angels, or guides. In retrospect, the experience could be a lesson of judgment brought about by the Divine (angels, guides, higher self...). This incredible coincidence made me realize that I was wrong to judge others. Everybody had one's own way of being. I should not use my measures to judge others, but accept them as they were. I learned it took time to know another person. With understanding, most of us could be friends. I decided to treat others with acceptance and respect as I did with my classmates.
Many Blessings,
Q of D
P.S. As a mother, I observe the difference between the Chinese culture and the American culture. Here in America, children talk about boyfriend and girlfriend at an early age. In my time, we went to school to learn. Boys and girls talked in class. However, girls normally hung out with girls during breaks, and so were boys. In higher grades in secondary school, only a very few might be seen as boyfriend and girlfriend.
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