Greetings!
Today is February 13, 2017. Tomorrow will be Valentine's Day. This morning I woke up remembering I spoke at church on a Feb. 13 Sunday six years ago. I also recalled the interesting coincidence between a dream and the day I spoke.
On the Sunday I spoke, the chapel was decorated with beautiful red hearts because the next day would be Valentine's Day. Some hearts hanged down from the ceiling, and some were on the walls. I felt at ease in this joyful and peaceful atmosphere. My English was not proficient. However, I had faith that my loving brothers and sisters would understand me as I spoke from my heart.
After the service was over, some people came to talk to me. A sister that was very connected to the Divine said she knew the stories I shared were true. She practically went through my experiences as I shared them. Another woman said she was the chairwoman of her church's women's group. She came to our church once in a long while. She had originally planned to go to her church, but her angels nudged her to come to our church. She said she now understood why her angels guided her to come. Her kind words and encouragement touched my heart.
A week later, the pastor that videotaped Sunday services gave me a DVD of last Sunday's service. He said it was a gift and would not accept any money from me. (In our church, the fee for a copy of any Sunday service is $12.) Thank you, Brother.
When I was home, I watched the DVD on the television. The last image was a beautiful red heart on the TV screen. Immediately, it reminded me of a dream. In the dream, I was watching the television. On the screen was a small red heart. Why was there a heart on the screen, I wondered. At the time, I did not know what to make of the dream. Later, I recorded the dream. I drew a big heart that took up the whole page at the back as if to symbolize a heart that loved all.
Have a Happy Valentine's Day!
Love,
Q of D
Monday, February 13, 2017
Thursday, February 9, 2017
Charlie is good looking
Greetings!
We invited our younger son and his family to come over to celebrate the Chinese New Year.
After we ate, our daughter-in-law suggested for us to play the Gossip Game. She knew I had not heard of the name of the game. She explained to me that one person would whisper a phrase to the person next to him, then that person would whisper what he heard to the next person, and the last person that heard the whispered phrase would say it out loud. My daughter-in-law said, "A lot of times, it turns out that the phrase is completely distorted. It is a good game to play in the school. It is a fun game, and, it is educational. Students will learn gossips do not equate to truth."
We stood in a circle. My daughter-in-law said we could ask the one who related the phrase to repeat it if we were not sure of what we heard. My oldest grandson volunteered to be the one that came up with a phrase. He thought for a while. He whispered the phrase to his sister. My younger son leaned down to hear the words from his daughter. My son told me the words. I had doubts. I asked him to repeat the phrase.
Right then, my older son came out of the bathroom. When he learned we were playing the Gossip Game, he said he wanted to play too. He went to stand at the end of the line of Gossip. I told my daughter-in-law of what I thought I heard. She in turn said it to my older son.
Confidently, my older son said it out loud, "Charlie is good looking!"
The rest of us exclaimed in surprise, "What?"
We heard something like "Charlie's good luck" or "Charlie is good luck". We turned to the phrase originator, my grandson. The boy looked at us. He said, "That was not what I said!"
The phrase was "Chinese Year, Good Luck!"
Indeed, the phrase had almost been completely distorted, but the Good remained. All of us had a good laugh.
Love,
Q of D
We invited our younger son and his family to come over to celebrate the Chinese New Year.
After we ate, our daughter-in-law suggested for us to play the Gossip Game. She knew I had not heard of the name of the game. She explained to me that one person would whisper a phrase to the person next to him, then that person would whisper what he heard to the next person, and the last person that heard the whispered phrase would say it out loud. My daughter-in-law said, "A lot of times, it turns out that the phrase is completely distorted. It is a good game to play in the school. It is a fun game, and, it is educational. Students will learn gossips do not equate to truth."
We stood in a circle. My daughter-in-law said we could ask the one who related the phrase to repeat it if we were not sure of what we heard. My oldest grandson volunteered to be the one that came up with a phrase. He thought for a while. He whispered the phrase to his sister. My younger son leaned down to hear the words from his daughter. My son told me the words. I had doubts. I asked him to repeat the phrase.
Right then, my older son came out of the bathroom. When he learned we were playing the Gossip Game, he said he wanted to play too. He went to stand at the end of the line of Gossip. I told my daughter-in-law of what I thought I heard. She in turn said it to my older son.
Confidently, my older son said it out loud, "Charlie is good looking!"
The rest of us exclaimed in surprise, "What?"
We heard something like "Charlie's good luck" or "Charlie is good luck". We turned to the phrase originator, my grandson. The boy looked at us. He said, "That was not what I said!"
The phrase was "Chinese Year, Good Luck!"
Indeed, the phrase had almost been completely distorted, but the Good remained. All of us had a good laugh.
Love,
Q of D
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
He said, "You are sincere . . . "
Greetings!
After the spiritual teacher left, our group met once a month at night. (Re my posts published in June, Aug., Sept. and Oct. 2016.) The master healer always came to be with us. We were very grateful for his dedication to guide us. Sometimes he met with us for a few more hours on a separate day before he flew back to his state. It was usually a small group meeting.
The night of the Jan. meeting was very cold and the sky was dark. I decided to stay home. Two days later, I was glad to receive an email about a meeting during the daytime.
When I arrived, some people were already there. There were a young woman and two young men that I met for the first time. I understood they were therapists working for Matthew. They were there to learn from the master healer. Afterward, Matthew introduced me to the young therapists saying I was a powerful healer. Over the years, I learned to hold my tongue because it was rude for me to interrupt. Besides, I realized my words did not change anything after others heard what had been said of me. Matthew continued to say some more about me. He said, "You do not have an ego. You are selfless. You are sincere ... " When I heard that, I could not help but interrupted, "That's what you said of me. I do not say that of myself!" A wise brother that sat next to me lightly tapped my shoulder as his way of telling me to stop. And, I stopped. I reacted because his words reminded me of another incident.
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It happened many years ago. After Sunday service, I was on my way to the parking lot. Some people were walking toward their cars too. Suddenly, a woman stopped me. Her face was red with anger. She began ranting.
It seemed she had either asked to speak during Sunday service or was already on the list of scheduled speakers. When the service was over, she asked someone (that was respected at church) to introduce her on the day she would speak. She was upset because this person turned down her request. She said, "Before I came to USA, I was highly respected in my country. I am a well known psychic and author! It is an honor for him to introduce me, and he says 'no'! Who does he think he is?"
I was somewhat new to the church. Other than casual greetings, I had not really talked to anybody. Of all the people, I did not understand why she stopped me to listen to her. I could see the anger and hurt on her face. I did not render any judgment when she asked for my comment on the one that turned her down. With peace in my heart, I decided to stay there to let her blow off her steam.
In the middle of her ranting, she suddenly stopped. She lightly tilted her head as if she heard something. With surprise in her eyes, she said, "Oh, you are sincere! Your sincerity can change people and make a difference in other people's lives." Then she went back to lash out at the one that turned her down.
At the end, she said she would never come back to this church again. I did not say anything to dissuade her. I looked at her and sent her peace. It was her decision at that moment, but, it did not mean she would not change her mind in the future. In a way, I knew she would come back.
For some months, she did not come to church. Then she came back. She seemed to have forgotten about what had happened. She continued to sit by her friends. She was not someone who greeted everyone. Knowing her view about energy, I did not sit close to where she was. On a few occasions, I was surprised she rushed to stand next to me when we formed the opening circle. She seemed to be at ease holding my hand. However, she never talked to me.
One day after service, I was talking to a friend when she touched my shoulder. With light on her face, she said, "I just receive some messages for you. You are ... " I could not hear her words clearly because many people were chatting. I told her I was almost done talking to my friend, and would talk to her afterward. When I looked for her, she was nowhere to be found. The following week, I asked her about the messages. She said she only remembered the messages when she received them.
After the spiritual teacher left, our group met once a month at night. (Re my posts published in June, Aug., Sept. and Oct. 2016.) The master healer always came to be with us. We were very grateful for his dedication to guide us. Sometimes he met with us for a few more hours on a separate day before he flew back to his state. It was usually a small group meeting.
The night of the Jan. meeting was very cold and the sky was dark. I decided to stay home. Two days later, I was glad to receive an email about a meeting during the daytime.
When I arrived, some people were already there. There were a young woman and two young men that I met for the first time. I understood they were therapists working for Matthew. They were there to learn from the master healer. Afterward, Matthew introduced me to the young therapists saying I was a powerful healer. Over the years, I learned to hold my tongue because it was rude for me to interrupt. Besides, I realized my words did not change anything after others heard what had been said of me. Matthew continued to say some more about me. He said, "You do not have an ego. You are selfless. You are sincere ... " When I heard that, I could not help but interrupted, "That's what you said of me. I do not say that of myself!" A wise brother that sat next to me lightly tapped my shoulder as his way of telling me to stop. And, I stopped. I reacted because his words reminded me of another incident.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It happened many years ago. After Sunday service, I was on my way to the parking lot. Some people were walking toward their cars too. Suddenly, a woman stopped me. Her face was red with anger. She began ranting.
She always sat with her friends that seemed to revere around her. At church, we hugged or shook hands. I observed she did not hug or shake hands with people outside of her circle of friends. One day, a new comer touched her dress saying the fabric was beautiful. She became very upset. She said she was highly sensitive. She did not want others to hug her, touch her hands or clothes because she did not want other's energy to tamper with hers. The new comer handled herself well that day. In later years, the new comer occasionally participated in the healing prayer service as I did.The woman continued to talk angrily. It took me quite a while to understand what had happened.
It seemed she had either asked to speak during Sunday service or was already on the list of scheduled speakers. When the service was over, she asked someone (that was respected at church) to introduce her on the day she would speak. She was upset because this person turned down her request. She said, "Before I came to USA, I was highly respected in my country. I am a well known psychic and author! It is an honor for him to introduce me, and he says 'no'! Who does he think he is?"
I was somewhat new to the church. Other than casual greetings, I had not really talked to anybody. Of all the people, I did not understand why she stopped me to listen to her. I could see the anger and hurt on her face. I did not render any judgment when she asked for my comment on the one that turned her down. With peace in my heart, I decided to stay there to let her blow off her steam.
In the middle of her ranting, she suddenly stopped. She lightly tilted her head as if she heard something. With surprise in her eyes, she said, "Oh, you are sincere! Your sincerity can change people and make a difference in other people's lives." Then she went back to lash out at the one that turned her down.
At the end, she said she would never come back to this church again. I did not say anything to dissuade her. I looked at her and sent her peace. It was her decision at that moment, but, it did not mean she would not change her mind in the future. In a way, I knew she would come back.
For some months, she did not come to church. Then she came back. She seemed to have forgotten about what had happened. She continued to sit by her friends. She was not someone who greeted everyone. Knowing her view about energy, I did not sit close to where she was. On a few occasions, I was surprised she rushed to stand next to me when we formed the opening circle. She seemed to be at ease holding my hand. However, she never talked to me.
One day after service, I was talking to a friend when she touched my shoulder. With light on her face, she said, "I just receive some messages for you. You are ... " I could not hear her words clearly because many people were chatting. I told her I was almost done talking to my friend, and would talk to her afterward. When I looked for her, she was nowhere to be found. The following week, I asked her about the messages. She said she only remembered the messages when she received them.
One Sunday, she was the speaker at church. She talked about her life. She had a colorful, interesting life. I moved out of that state 5 years ago. I learned she had moved on a few years ago. She lived to her 80 s and was loved by her friends.
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In gatherings, I did not talk much. From time to time, people said this or that about me. It was puzzling to me since people did not really know me. Now, I was more used to these surprises. However, I still could not help to interrupt when I heard Matthew's words. Matthew was an instrument. Sometimes words flowed out of his mouth as if he was channeling. Interestingly, in the above group meeting, he also said, "You do know that we have known each other in other lifetimes, don't you?" I nodded. I fully believed I had known many of the group members in other lifetimes. Was he the brother in Why I had to sign my name before he was to reincarnate? I did not know.
All are my brothers and sisters. So it is.
(As regards to Matthew, please read a latter post The Divine had its way of revealing to me )
Many blessings,
Q of D
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In gatherings, I did not talk much. From time to time, people said this or that about me. It was puzzling to me since people did not really know me. Now, I was more used to these surprises. However, I still could not help to interrupt when I heard Matthew's words. Matthew was an instrument. Sometimes words flowed out of his mouth as if he was channeling. Interestingly, in the above group meeting, he also said, "You do know that we have known each other in other lifetimes, don't you?" I nodded. I fully believed I had known many of the group members in other lifetimes. Was he the brother in Why I had to sign my name before he was to reincarnate? I did not know.
All are my brothers and sisters. So it is.
(As regards to Matthew, please read a latter post The Divine had its way of revealing to me )
Many blessings,
Q of D
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