Greetings!
When I was young, my family had a tomcat named Mei Mei. He was very handsome with bright, shiny black and white hairs. He was a wanderer. He left the house at an early age. However, he came home every few months. He walked around the house as if he was checking if everything was in order. Then he left again.
On Nov.28, 2009, I had a vivid dream. I dreamed of Mei Mei. In the dream, he was a big, black cat. He looked very different, but I knew it was him. I saw him ran to a space next to a parked car. He seemed to be struggling on the ground for quite a while. I looked closer, and saw a fur ball coming off of him. I picked it up. It was actually a cute kitten with beautiful big eyes! Its upper part of the body was covered with beautiful bright gray striped hairs, and shiny white hairs below (under the head, chest, tummy, legs, and paws). Later, the kitten was running about. I called out to my Mom and Sis that Mei Mei had given birth to a kitten. Then Mei Mei came to me. I could feel so much love from the cat. The feeling of love was beyond words. I got it from Mei Mei that the kitten was his birthday present for me. (I believed even in the dream my mind was thinking: "But my birthday is many months away.") My sister said: "Mei Mei loves you very, very much." At the end of the dream, I was looking at the kitten whom was running about.
I did not tell my son and my husband about the dream for I thought there was no way we were going to have a kitten. We lived in an apartment. According to the lease, we must pay a few hundred dollars if we had a pet, and most of the money was non-refundable. We also had to pay $20 extra every month.
As time went by, I forgot about the dream.
On Jan. 27, 2010, my son brought home a black and white computer print-out of a kitten. A manager at one of the warehouses had found a stray kitten. It was winter. The manager kept the kitten in his office so as to keep it warm. However, he was told by the company that he could not keep it there for much longer. So he emailed all the staff if anybody wanted to adopt a kitten. My son had gone to see the kitten. He told me it was very cute. He wanted to bring the kitten home. I mentioned the pet fee and increased rent. We also talked about our last experience with stray kittens (fleas, scratches and so on). However, I told him it was his decision to make.
Around noon the next day, I looked at the picture of the kitten. I prayed: "God, please let this kitten find a home where he or she will be loved." (I did not know the gender of the kitten.) Suddenly, I thought of my mother who let me have pets - a puppy, Mei Mei, Hung Hung (another tomcat we adopted later), a chick, gold fish, birds and a turtle. My older sister and brother were not interested in pets. My mother had lovingly allowed me to have those experiences. What about me as a mother?
Then the phone rang. My son called from work. He told me so far the manager had not received any response to his email. Honestly, part of me wish that one of his coworkers who owned a house would take the kitten home, but part of me hope I could be more supportive of my son as my mother had supported me. However, there was a difference. While I was growing up, we owned the place we lived in. Over the phone, my son and I talked. I asked him to take the time to think about the issues such as fees and increase in rent, and perhaps we should pray that the kitten would be adopted by a loving family.
Around 4 p.m., my son came home with the kitten! I looked at the cute kitten. Its eyes were big and beautiful. It had bright gray striped hairs on top, and shiny white hairs on the bottom. I suddenly remembered my dream. I rushed into the bedroom to look for the notebook in which I had recorded the dream. Exactly two months later (11/28/09 - 1/28/10), the dream had come true. Mei Mei's gift had arrived!
The cat is truly a blessing from the divine to our family. I learn from the vet that the kitten is a male tabby. He is going to be 2 years old in Oct. He is very intelligent, and treats every one in the family differently. Most of all, he gives my husband lots of attention, warmth, and joy. It is good to see him smiles as he plays with the cat.
Mei Mei, thank you. God, thank you.
Have a nice night!
Love and Peace,
Q of D
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Do you have dreams looking for your handbag?
Greetings!
Do you have dreams looking for your handbag? Or, have you ever dreamed about losing your handbag? If you have, you may find the following entry in my journal interesting.
"The handbag is so important to you because you consider that as your identity. You identify yourself with what are in there, whereas, you don't need anything to be you. You are already you. You attach yourself to others such as mother and children, wife and husband. To you, what you have is also your security. Again, it is not true. You worry about something you can lose, but how can you lose yourself! So let go of your worries, and let go of your attachments."
How do I stop this kind of dreams? Do I simply tell myself not to?
"Next time before you go to sleep, tell yourself - I am good the way I am. I am a being of love, and that is all that I am. I choose to let go of my worries of my false identity. So help me to sleep in peace. Amen."
I know many women are like me. We are very attached to our identity as mother and wife. We worry about the well-being of our loved ones, and try to shoulder more than we can take. We cannot hold an objective view in situations where our loved ones are involved. I used to have many sleepless nights because of my worries. I am doing much better now. I learn to let go let God, and trust ALL IS WELL in the Loving Divine.
Your dreams of handbag may not necessary be of the same cause. If you have recurring dreams that bother you, you can always ask and then listen to your inner voice or guidance.
May peace be with you while you sleep.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
Do you have dreams looking for your handbag? Or, have you ever dreamed about losing your handbag? If you have, you may find the following entry in my journal interesting.
5/22/2004
Again, I dreamed I was looking for my handbag. Over the years, I had a few other dreams in which I was looking for my handbag. In this dream as in other dreams, I did find my handbag with everything still inside. During those dreams, I always felt a lot of anxiety. So I asked my spirit guide why I had this kind of dreams."The handbag is so important to you because you consider that as your identity. You identify yourself with what are in there, whereas, you don't need anything to be you. You are already you. You attach yourself to others such as mother and children, wife and husband. To you, what you have is also your security. Again, it is not true. You worry about something you can lose, but how can you lose yourself! So let go of your worries, and let go of your attachments."
How do I stop this kind of dreams? Do I simply tell myself not to?
"Next time before you go to sleep, tell yourself - I am good the way I am. I am a being of love, and that is all that I am. I choose to let go of my worries of my false identity. So help me to sleep in peace. Amen."
End of entry
When I re-read this entry, I see why the handbag is a symbol of our identity. We carry our credit/debit cards, ID cards, driver license, library cards, money, and photos of our loved ones in our handbags. All of these are documents of our human identity as well as our security (financially and who we are in the family).
I know many women are like me. We are very attached to our identity as mother and wife. We worry about the well-being of our loved ones, and try to shoulder more than we can take. We cannot hold an objective view in situations where our loved ones are involved. I used to have many sleepless nights because of my worries. I am doing much better now. I learn to let go let God, and trust ALL IS WELL in the Loving Divine.
Your dreams of handbag may not necessary be of the same cause. If you have recurring dreams that bother you, you can always ask and then listen to your inner voice or guidance.
May peace be with you while you sleep.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
Sunday, July 10, 2011
A Man's Face On The Moon Card Saved My Day!
Greetings!
Today I want to share with you a lighthearted incident that happened years ago.
In June 2006, the facilitator of our Thursday circle rented a big bus and brought us to Camp Chesterfield in Indiana. (Camp Chesterfield is a spiritualist center of light founded in 1886.) Most of us did not really have any sleep because we had to wake up very early to get on the bus. We could have taken a nap during the long ride, but we were busy talking since we were excited. When we arrived, I saw many groups from different places were visiting Camp Chesterfield too.
After lunch, we attended a Kabbalah class that was held in a big hall. Other than our small group, there were many people in the class.
Our group sat in the middle section of the big lecture hall (that was how I called it). Since we woke up early to get on the bus, we were all tired during the class. In the beginning, each one of us sat attentively with a notepad and a pen in our hands. Midway through the class, most of my friends were dozing off. I heard the sound of pens dropping onto the floor. I saw heads drooping forward, and bodies leaning to one side. I felt sleepy too, but I found the scene before me hilarious. I started to laugh, but I had to hold the laughter 'within' for how disrespectful it would be to the teacher if I burst out laughing! However, resist persist, my body was shaking terribly as I tried very, very hard to stop myself from laughing out loud. At one point, I really believed I would be kicked out of the class because of laughing!
Right then, the teacher talked about the Moon Card in the Tarot deck. I knew very little about Tarot cards. On the overhead next to the teacher was an enlarged picture of the Moon Card. I was surprised to see a man's face on the card! Immediately, I raised my hand and asked: "I used to think the moon represents the feminine energy. Why is there a man's face and not a woman's on the Moon Card?" In all respect, the teacher was a very good teacher. He went on to give us his interpretation of the card.
What I saw in front of me no longer distracted me. Thank goodness, a man's face on the Moon Card had definitely saved me that day! By the way, I welcome your knowledge or understanding of a man's face on the card.
When the class was over, we walked out with an unspoken sense of deep relief. With that short period of a nap, smiles came back on many of our faces. Later, we paired up to tour around. My friend and I saw a statue of Mother Mary. I asked my friend to give me some time alone to pray. With my eyes closed, I stood there praying with all my heart and all my soul of my pure intention of service. I felt the earth below me shook! Yes, the earth shook! I knew my prayer was heard.
I have many fond memories of the Camp Chesterfield trip. I had a mystical experience *** the day before I went there. The ministers, psychics, mediums, spiritual teachers, and all who served there were exceptionally warm, friendly, and loving. The food they served was delicious. I was moved to walk inside their kitchen to thank them. I pray I will visit Camp Chesterfield again. (*** Re Do you really mean what you pray for? )
Have a good evening.
Many blessings,
Q of D
Today I want to share with you a lighthearted incident that happened years ago.
In June 2006, the facilitator of our Thursday circle rented a big bus and brought us to Camp Chesterfield in Indiana. (Camp Chesterfield is a spiritualist center of light founded in 1886.) Most of us did not really have any sleep because we had to wake up very early to get on the bus. We could have taken a nap during the long ride, but we were busy talking since we were excited. When we arrived, I saw many groups from different places were visiting Camp Chesterfield too.
After lunch, we attended a Kabbalah class that was held in a big hall. Other than our small group, there were many people in the class.
Our group sat in the middle section of the big lecture hall (that was how I called it). Since we woke up early to get on the bus, we were all tired during the class. In the beginning, each one of us sat attentively with a notepad and a pen in our hands. Midway through the class, most of my friends were dozing off. I heard the sound of pens dropping onto the floor. I saw heads drooping forward, and bodies leaning to one side. I felt sleepy too, but I found the scene before me hilarious. I started to laugh, but I had to hold the laughter 'within' for how disrespectful it would be to the teacher if I burst out laughing! However, resist persist, my body was shaking terribly as I tried very, very hard to stop myself from laughing out loud. At one point, I really believed I would be kicked out of the class because of laughing!
Right then, the teacher talked about the Moon Card in the Tarot deck. I knew very little about Tarot cards. On the overhead next to the teacher was an enlarged picture of the Moon Card. I was surprised to see a man's face on the card! Immediately, I raised my hand and asked: "I used to think the moon represents the feminine energy. Why is there a man's face and not a woman's on the Moon Card?" In all respect, the teacher was a very good teacher. He went on to give us his interpretation of the card.
What I saw in front of me no longer distracted me. Thank goodness, a man's face on the Moon Card had definitely saved me that day! By the way, I welcome your knowledge or understanding of a man's face on the card.
When the class was over, we walked out with an unspoken sense of deep relief. With that short period of a nap, smiles came back on many of our faces. Later, we paired up to tour around. My friend and I saw a statue of Mother Mary. I asked my friend to give me some time alone to pray. With my eyes closed, I stood there praying with all my heart and all my soul of my pure intention of service. I felt the earth below me shook! Yes, the earth shook! I knew my prayer was heard.
I have many fond memories of the Camp Chesterfield trip. I had a mystical experience *** the day before I went there. The ministers, psychics, mediums, spiritual teachers, and all who served there were exceptionally warm, friendly, and loving. The food they served was delicious. I was moved to walk inside their kitchen to thank them. I pray I will visit Camp Chesterfield again. (*** Re Do you really mean what you pray for? )
Have a good evening.
Many blessings,
Q of D
P. S. The other two posts on the Camp Chesterfield trip - We are all much more than who we appear to be and Don't be too critical of ourselves and others
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