Greetings!
In life, we face many different situations, and at times we have to make some hard decisions.
It can be a decision to quit a job and find a new one. It can be a decision to walk away from an old relationship and start anew. It may be someone who never wants to get married, but now there is someone he or she really cares about. It can be a drug addict or an alcoholic who finally comes to a point that "I don't want to live like this anymore and I need help!" These are some of the life changing decisions that we make.
There are also other decisions we make from time to time. They may not be those big decisions as the above, but they are important in our journey of life.
One night years ago after lots of inner struggle, I had made such an important decision. I talked to my guides and angels. I told the Divine my decision, and asked that Thy Will be done (the Will for the Greatest Good for me and for all). As I prayed, these words came to me -
"Physical life is all about feelings and relationships. Treasure any feeling that comes to you. It is alright. Know that pain, hurt, joy and in your words 'whatever' are the emotions that come with living a physical life. Life is also about making decisions. You have made a decision today. Do not be afraid to make a decision or take risk. It is all part of life. You will not regret it. Just be."
In the morning, my mind was still very much on the decision I made. Right after I took a shower, I was 'moved' to walk into the bedroom. I turned on the radio, and "Pieces of A Dream - Night Vision" was on! My heart was filled with peace and joy! I was also guided to see angel numbers again and again on that day. It really helped to put my mind at ease with my decision.
So, my friends, is there anything that has been troubling you? Don't be afraid to make a decision for a change for the better. Understand that even if you choose not to take any action at this time, it is quite alright. It is a decision too! It certainly does not help if our mind is occupied by an issue day and night. When we lose our peace, the flow of life or love is in some ways blocked. We feel drained, and cannot think clearly.
When my mind is not at peace, I ask my guides and angels to help me. Many times I wake up with thoughts and inspirations that help to restore my peace. Your guides and angels are always there for you too.
Whatever decision we make, it is important to remember that we are connected. We should always make a decision based on love - love of self and others. We ask the Loving Divine to surround the situation and the person (or persons) involved with Light of Love. Then we trust that All Is Well, and let it go.
May peace be with you.
Love,
Q of D
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Who's driving?
Greetings!
In my post A conversation on our way to a produce market, my husband had an aha moment when he connected the bumpy road and the repaved road to our attitude towards life. Today I would like to share my aha moment with you.
After shopping at different stores, we were about to go home. Before my husband started the car, I suggested to go on another road. If we stayed on the same road, we were likely to run into a traffic jam because a certain part of that road was always congested. We had experienced traffic jam many times before. My husband was a safe driver, but he was not very patient with traffic. He often complained about having to stop at red lights, traffic jams, cars cutting in front of us without signalling, and other people that drove slowly. That was why I suggested to go on another road where the traffic was light.
After hearing my suggestion, my husband chose to stay on the same road. He said there should be no traffic jam because it was not the rush hour. I was fine with his decision for we were not in a hurry.
When we arrived at that part of the road, there was indeed a traffic jam. The cars crawled along the road. After quite a while, my husband said he would make a right turn when we reached the next intersection. When we reached an intersection, the red light was on. Our car was the first car behind the red light. I saw the cars in front of us were moving smoothly towards the next traffic light. It meant we had driven past the congested part of the road. I told my husband that there was no need to turn because the traffic ahead seemed to be fine. However, as the light turned green, he turned right anyway. He said he did not want to take any chance because the traffic might still be congested if we stayed on that road.
After he made the turn, we soon found a semi truck blocking the road right before a traffic light. The green light was on, but we had to wait for the semi truck to get out of the way. When we eventually drove past the traffic light, we found the road led to a big enclosed housing complex. In order to get to the other road, we had to drive back to the traffic light where we saw the semi truck!
During the delay, my husband turned to look at me a couple of times. I knew he thought I must be upset because we could have already been home if he had listened to me. On this day, I looked at what happened as the way of life - sometimes things went smoothly; at other times, we experienced delay or setback.
After my husband finally drove on the road (that I had suggested) for a while, he said, "It feels much better driving on this road." I smiled and said, "Yes, it is. The traffic on this road is always light."
Suddenly, I connected what happened this day to "Who's driving?", the words that our older son said on a few occasions. In an instant, many things including scenes and feeling of the past events came to my mind. It was like a sudden download of an understanding, or a spark appeared to light up an area that was in the dark. And, I had my aha moment.
In recent years, our son took it as his responsibility to drive us on some occasions and long distance trips. He drove a lot and knew the roads better than us. However, on a few occasions, his attitude got to us when we were in his car. If he missed a turn or got lost on the way, he got mad at himself. He rarely asked for directions, and did not want any advice. Sometimes he drove ahead instead of returning to where he should turn. He wasted time and gas in driving round and round trying to come up with his way of getting there. If we said anything, he would answer sternly, "Who's driving? Is that you or me?"
His father was angry at his behavior. I said, "As a son, you cannot talk to your parents like that. Where is the respect?" He said, "It has nothing to do with respect. I respect you and Dad. But, I just don't want any advice right now."
His "who's driving" attitude also extended to other area of his life. After he graduated from the university, he always wanted to fight with time. He said, "When I lived on campus, many of my friends partied all night. I wanted to go to parties like them, but, I had to work and study. Now I have a job, I will make up for the lost time." He stayed up late into the night hanging out with his friends or watching TV. When we talked to him, he said, "I work hard. I pay my bills on time. I take care of my responsibilities. It is my life. I can live the way I want to."
When I connected what happened on that day to our son's "Who's driving", I realized it was true that each one of us was the driver of our own car. In my dreams, cars were symbolic to the vehicles (forms or bodies) we took on to live a physical life. In other words, each one of us was in the driver seat of our own life.
On that day, I had given my husband some suggestions. As the driver of his car, he had made his own decisions as how he wanted to drive home. With his decisions, it took us a long time to arrive home, but, we got home anyway. I was at peace because I recognized he was driving or he was the driver of his car. With regard to our son, I respected his decisions most of the times, but as a mother, sometimes I worried about him. I wished he would listen to me. When I had the aha moment, I understood I had to fully recognize the fact that he was in charge of his life. I might voice my opinions, but I should let go of my concerns / worries. It was his life, and he was responsible for his decisions.
We were all passengers or bystanders on other people's life paths. We might render our opinion / comment / advice. However, it was up to others if they wanted to accept or ignore what we said. Other people played the same roles in our life. We were all responsible for the decisions we made. After the understanding, I was able to release some of the unease that I felt in our past conflicts. My heart was filled with peace, and I smiled all the way home.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
As a child, our older son was very friendly, outgoing, giving, and generous. Other children liked to talk and play with him no matter where we went (e.g. park, mall and library). When he came home from preschool / kindergarten, he gladly gave all the candies and toys he got in class to his younger brother. In his teens, he was always willing to help others. One report card period, a subject he used to get A+ dropped a grade. Though I wondered why, I did not ask him to explain. I normally praised my sons or said some words of encouragement. Many days later, my son talked about one of his friends. He said his friend had been sick and could not go to class for a while. Days before the examination, my son gave his notebook to this friend and asked him to keep it until the examination was over.
He was a teenager when the challenging restaurant years began. The experience must have quite an effect on him. He helped as much as he could in the restaurant. He and his brother never asked for pay when they worked because they understood the situation. Later, he had a part time job after school. He willingly gave me his pay checks because he knew we struggled to pay the bills. I asked him to open an account so that he could save some money for college. But he did not. One day, he asked me for $200. I was worried becaused I did not understand why he needed $200. I gave it to him because it was in truth his money. He and his brother bought a small TV for us (their parents) so that we could watch television in the kitchen of the restaurant.
As a grown-up, those that did not know him well saw him as materialistic, shallow, and inconsiderate. In many ways, he had presented himself that way. One day in a class sponsored by the company, people were asked why they liked their jobs. My son raised his hand. He said, "I work here for the money." When he came home, he said, "Mom, why do people seem to be stunned by my answer? I am just being honest. We all work there because of money." I said to him, "Other people may see you as shallow and inconsiderate, but I know you are much deeper than that." He asked, "How is it so?"
One day at work, a coworker who came from another country brought her favorite ethnic food for everybody to try. Some declined to try, and those that tried showed they did not like it. Seeing how disappointed the coworker was, my son forced himself to finish his bowl of food. The coworker was overjoyed that there was one person that liked the food, and immediately refilled his bowl . . .
One year, a few days before the Thanksgiving Day, he told me his company did not give turkeys to the employees as they used to. I said it was fine. We could buy a turkey. He eventually let me know he lied. He had given the turkey to a shelter because a coworker told him a turkey might not mean much to those who could afford to buy one, but a turkey meal on Thanksgiving Day meant a lot to those that were homeless. I was very proud of him.
Some years ago, we lived in an apartment that did not allow pets. One night, his friend called to tell him that he and his fiancee found a stray pregnant cat in the parking lot of their apartment. They did not take her in for they already had a female cat. They were afraid the two cats might not get along. My son wanted to drive over there to check on the cat. It was almost 1 a.m., and it was cold. I said he should not go, but he left anyway. He came home many hours later. This was what happened. He found the cat. The cat was very friendly. She jumped inside his car. My son decided to let her stay in the car because it was very cold outside. The cat jumped on his lap, and they kept each other warm until the sun rose. It was no wonder he brought a stray kitten home years later. (Click to view my post A gift from Mei Mei and a blessing from the Divine )
His 'big words' or comments sometimes made people swayed their heads. It was understandable that some regarded him as naive. Despite of his words, he always gave his all at work. In situations where others might be discouraged, he held a positive outlook and forged forward. He often volunteered when others needed a ride or a helping hand in moving. Our sons did not have a car during the years they were in college. I understood why my older son had this idea of fighting with time to make up for the lost time. He did not talk much about his personal life and work. He was like that since he was young. I saw the other side of him through observation and the bits he shared with me. After hearing what I said, he was quiet for a while. From the expression on his face, I knew we had communicated on a deeper level. He was appreciative of what I said.
We are all interconnected. As members of a family, we are closely connected and each serves as a tool in the lessons we planned to learn.
With love and faith I share with you my experience. Good night!
Peace,
Q of D
In my post A conversation on our way to a produce market, my husband had an aha moment when he connected the bumpy road and the repaved road to our attitude towards life. Today I would like to share my aha moment with you.
After shopping at different stores, we were about to go home. Before my husband started the car, I suggested to go on another road. If we stayed on the same road, we were likely to run into a traffic jam because a certain part of that road was always congested. We had experienced traffic jam many times before. My husband was a safe driver, but he was not very patient with traffic. He often complained about having to stop at red lights, traffic jams, cars cutting in front of us without signalling, and other people that drove slowly. That was why I suggested to go on another road where the traffic was light.
After hearing my suggestion, my husband chose to stay on the same road. He said there should be no traffic jam because it was not the rush hour. I was fine with his decision for we were not in a hurry.
When we arrived at that part of the road, there was indeed a traffic jam. The cars crawled along the road. After quite a while, my husband said he would make a right turn when we reached the next intersection. When we reached an intersection, the red light was on. Our car was the first car behind the red light. I saw the cars in front of us were moving smoothly towards the next traffic light. It meant we had driven past the congested part of the road. I told my husband that there was no need to turn because the traffic ahead seemed to be fine. However, as the light turned green, he turned right anyway. He said he did not want to take any chance because the traffic might still be congested if we stayed on that road.
After he made the turn, we soon found a semi truck blocking the road right before a traffic light. The green light was on, but we had to wait for the semi truck to get out of the way. When we eventually drove past the traffic light, we found the road led to a big enclosed housing complex. In order to get to the other road, we had to drive back to the traffic light where we saw the semi truck!
During the delay, my husband turned to look at me a couple of times. I knew he thought I must be upset because we could have already been home if he had listened to me. On this day, I looked at what happened as the way of life - sometimes things went smoothly; at other times, we experienced delay or setback.
After my husband finally drove on the road (that I had suggested) for a while, he said, "It feels much better driving on this road." I smiled and said, "Yes, it is. The traffic on this road is always light."
Suddenly, I connected what happened this day to "Who's driving?", the words that our older son said on a few occasions. In an instant, many things including scenes and feeling of the past events came to my mind. It was like a sudden download of an understanding, or a spark appeared to light up an area that was in the dark. And, I had my aha moment.
In recent years, our son took it as his responsibility to drive us on some occasions and long distance trips. He drove a lot and knew the roads better than us. However, on a few occasions, his attitude got to us when we were in his car. If he missed a turn or got lost on the way, he got mad at himself. He rarely asked for directions, and did not want any advice. Sometimes he drove ahead instead of returning to where he should turn. He wasted time and gas in driving round and round trying to come up with his way of getting there. If we said anything, he would answer sternly, "Who's driving? Is that you or me?"
His father was angry at his behavior. I said, "As a son, you cannot talk to your parents like that. Where is the respect?" He said, "It has nothing to do with respect. I respect you and Dad. But, I just don't want any advice right now."
His "who's driving" attitude also extended to other area of his life. After he graduated from the university, he always wanted to fight with time. He said, "When I lived on campus, many of my friends partied all night. I wanted to go to parties like them, but, I had to work and study. Now I have a job, I will make up for the lost time." He stayed up late into the night hanging out with his friends or watching TV. When we talked to him, he said, "I work hard. I pay my bills on time. I take care of my responsibilities. It is my life. I can live the way I want to."
When I connected what happened on that day to our son's "Who's driving", I realized it was true that each one of us was the driver of our own car. In my dreams, cars were symbolic to the vehicles (forms or bodies) we took on to live a physical life. In other words, each one of us was in the driver seat of our own life.
On that day, I had given my husband some suggestions. As the driver of his car, he had made his own decisions as how he wanted to drive home. With his decisions, it took us a long time to arrive home, but, we got home anyway. I was at peace because I recognized he was driving or he was the driver of his car. With regard to our son, I respected his decisions most of the times, but as a mother, sometimes I worried about him. I wished he would listen to me. When I had the aha moment, I understood I had to fully recognize the fact that he was in charge of his life. I might voice my opinions, but I should let go of my concerns / worries. It was his life, and he was responsible for his decisions.
We were all passengers or bystanders on other people's life paths. We might render our opinion / comment / advice. However, it was up to others if they wanted to accept or ignore what we said. Other people played the same roles in our life. We were all responsible for the decisions we made. After the understanding, I was able to release some of the unease that I felt in our past conflicts. My heart was filled with peace, and I smiled all the way home.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
As a child, our older son was very friendly, outgoing, giving, and generous. Other children liked to talk and play with him no matter where we went (e.g. park, mall and library). When he came home from preschool / kindergarten, he gladly gave all the candies and toys he got in class to his younger brother. In his teens, he was always willing to help others. One report card period, a subject he used to get A+ dropped a grade. Though I wondered why, I did not ask him to explain. I normally praised my sons or said some words of encouragement. Many days later, my son talked about one of his friends. He said his friend had been sick and could not go to class for a while. Days before the examination, my son gave his notebook to this friend and asked him to keep it until the examination was over.
He was a teenager when the challenging restaurant years began. The experience must have quite an effect on him. He helped as much as he could in the restaurant. He and his brother never asked for pay when they worked because they understood the situation. Later, he had a part time job after school. He willingly gave me his pay checks because he knew we struggled to pay the bills. I asked him to open an account so that he could save some money for college. But he did not. One day, he asked me for $200. I was worried becaused I did not understand why he needed $200. I gave it to him because it was in truth his money. He and his brother bought a small TV for us (their parents) so that we could watch television in the kitchen of the restaurant.
As a grown-up, those that did not know him well saw him as materialistic, shallow, and inconsiderate. In many ways, he had presented himself that way. One day in a class sponsored by the company, people were asked why they liked their jobs. My son raised his hand. He said, "I work here for the money." When he came home, he said, "Mom, why do people seem to be stunned by my answer? I am just being honest. We all work there because of money." I said to him, "Other people may see you as shallow and inconsiderate, but I know you are much deeper than that." He asked, "How is it so?"
One day at work, a coworker who came from another country brought her favorite ethnic food for everybody to try. Some declined to try, and those that tried showed they did not like it. Seeing how disappointed the coworker was, my son forced himself to finish his bowl of food. The coworker was overjoyed that there was one person that liked the food, and immediately refilled his bowl . . .
One year, a few days before the Thanksgiving Day, he told me his company did not give turkeys to the employees as they used to. I said it was fine. We could buy a turkey. He eventually let me know he lied. He had given the turkey to a shelter because a coworker told him a turkey might not mean much to those who could afford to buy one, but a turkey meal on Thanksgiving Day meant a lot to those that were homeless. I was very proud of him.
Some years ago, we lived in an apartment that did not allow pets. One night, his friend called to tell him that he and his fiancee found a stray pregnant cat in the parking lot of their apartment. They did not take her in for they already had a female cat. They were afraid the two cats might not get along. My son wanted to drive over there to check on the cat. It was almost 1 a.m., and it was cold. I said he should not go, but he left anyway. He came home many hours later. This was what happened. He found the cat. The cat was very friendly. She jumped inside his car. My son decided to let her stay in the car because it was very cold outside. The cat jumped on his lap, and they kept each other warm until the sun rose. It was no wonder he brought a stray kitten home years later. (Click to view my post A gift from Mei Mei and a blessing from the Divine )
His 'big words' or comments sometimes made people swayed their heads. It was understandable that some regarded him as naive. Despite of his words, he always gave his all at work. In situations where others might be discouraged, he held a positive outlook and forged forward. He often volunteered when others needed a ride or a helping hand in moving. Our sons did not have a car during the years they were in college. I understood why my older son had this idea of fighting with time to make up for the lost time. He did not talk much about his personal life and work. He was like that since he was young. I saw the other side of him through observation and the bits he shared with me. After hearing what I said, he was quiet for a while. From the expression on his face, I knew we had communicated on a deeper level. He was appreciative of what I said.
We are all interconnected. As members of a family, we are closely connected and each serves as a tool in the lessons we planned to learn.
With love and faith I share with you my experience. Good night!
Peace,
Q of D
Friday, February 15, 2013
It is important to pay attention to our thoughts and stay positive
Greetings!
In my previous post, my grandson asked me to guess what he was saying by looking at him. I made the right guess because I used some child psychology. From the expression on his face, he demanded an answer. So I said he was asking the same question that he voiced.
What happened that day reminded me of another incident. Four months ago, I was with a group of volunteers visiting the seniors living in a housing complex. It was my first time there. Only a few residents participated in the event. The other volunteers had visited before, and they knew the residents by name. I stood aside watching them reacquainted with one another.
A woman talked to my friends about a physical condition. I could hear the concern in her voice. I was standing at a distance from her and my friends. Mentally, I sent her my love and blessings. Right then, she raised her head and nodded at me. She said: "Thank you, I love you too." Then she continued talking to my friends. I was amazed. Telepathically, she had perceived my thoughts, but she probably did not realize that. My friends were facing her, therefore, their backs were towards me. I believed it never crossed their mind why the woman thanked me in the middle of their conversation.
In truth, we sent and received thoughts all the time. However, most of us didn't realize that. For examples, before you picked up the phone, you already knew who called; you thought of someone, and he or she came to visit.
Sometimes other people's attitude or thoughts could affect us too. Here was an example. One day as I was walking to my car, I saw a friend talking on the phone. She had finished talking before I got to my car. She told me she suddenly felt very exhausted. I asked if the phone call had anything to do with it. She exclaimed: "Yes, that is why I feel so tired! It's a friend (who called). Every time she calls me, I feel exhausted afterwards. She is very negative, and complains a lot. It is very tiring listening to what she says. Her negative feeling must be getting to me, and I do not realize that."
From my experiences, I have learned the importance of maintaining my peace. It is very important to pay attention to our thoughts and stay positive. If our mind is filled with negative thoughts, we cannot think right because the flow of love is blocked. In my friend's case, she can protect herself by listening with discernment. We can listen with compassion, but we don't have to take in what we hear personally. We cannot console others when we lose our own peace.
Have it ever happened to you that you suddenly feel depressed, agitated, or sad? Meanwhile, upon self examination, you find no reason for you to feel so. It is possible you are perceiving the feeling of a loved one, or of a friend. Have you ever felt warmth (a very comforting, loving feeling) around you? You are probably receiving loving thoughts from someone on this plane or from the other side. We are more connected than we can imagine.
May all of us be the presence of love and peace. I say these affirmations sometimes.
Wherever I AM, LOVE IS.
Wherever I AM, PEACE IS.
Many blessings,
Q of D
In my previous post, my grandson asked me to guess what he was saying by looking at him. I made the right guess because I used some child psychology. From the expression on his face, he demanded an answer. So I said he was asking the same question that he voiced.
What happened that day reminded me of another incident. Four months ago, I was with a group of volunteers visiting the seniors living in a housing complex. It was my first time there. Only a few residents participated in the event. The other volunteers had visited before, and they knew the residents by name. I stood aside watching them reacquainted with one another.
A woman talked to my friends about a physical condition. I could hear the concern in her voice. I was standing at a distance from her and my friends. Mentally, I sent her my love and blessings. Right then, she raised her head and nodded at me. She said: "Thank you, I love you too." Then she continued talking to my friends. I was amazed. Telepathically, she had perceived my thoughts, but she probably did not realize that. My friends were facing her, therefore, their backs were towards me. I believed it never crossed their mind why the woman thanked me in the middle of their conversation.
In truth, we sent and received thoughts all the time. However, most of us didn't realize that. For examples, before you picked up the phone, you already knew who called; you thought of someone, and he or she came to visit.
Sometimes other people's attitude or thoughts could affect us too. Here was an example. One day as I was walking to my car, I saw a friend talking on the phone. She had finished talking before I got to my car. She told me she suddenly felt very exhausted. I asked if the phone call had anything to do with it. She exclaimed: "Yes, that is why I feel so tired! It's a friend (who called). Every time she calls me, I feel exhausted afterwards. She is very negative, and complains a lot. It is very tiring listening to what she says. Her negative feeling must be getting to me, and I do not realize that."
From my experiences, I have learned the importance of maintaining my peace. It is very important to pay attention to our thoughts and stay positive. If our mind is filled with negative thoughts, we cannot think right because the flow of love is blocked. In my friend's case, she can protect herself by listening with discernment. We can listen with compassion, but we don't have to take in what we hear personally. We cannot console others when we lose our own peace.
Have it ever happened to you that you suddenly feel depressed, agitated, or sad? Meanwhile, upon self examination, you find no reason for you to feel so. It is possible you are perceiving the feeling of a loved one, or of a friend. Have you ever felt warmth (a very comforting, loving feeling) around you? You are probably receiving loving thoughts from someone on this plane or from the other side. We are more connected than we can imagine.
May all of us be the presence of love and peace. I say these affirmations sometimes.
Wherever I AM, LOVE IS.
Wherever I AM, PEACE IS.
Many blessings,
Q of D
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