Greetings!
For a long time, I thought my limited knowledge of English was my shortcoming, and being a Chinese woman in a western culture was a disadvantage. One day, the words from a channel changed my view. I learned it was by design I came in as a Chinese woman who did not have the mastery of English. Some people wanted to know more about me because I came from a different culture. Meanwhile, others reached out to me because they wanted to help me. It was through these interactions healing took place. (Click to view my post Our self-perceived shortcomings and disadvantages.)
On many occasions, healing indeed occurred when people were helping me. Most of the times I had no idea I was an instrument until things continued to unfold, and the human me was surprised as well as humbled to be part of the healing plan.
Since I published that post, two such healing experiences came to my mind. Here is one of them. Some details are withheld or changed to protect the privacy of the person involved.
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There I was in a young man's car. I did not really know anything about him. He was at the circle. He came last week too. I believed I had seen him once at the circle before. I had not expected for him to drive me home.
What happened was I did not have the use of a car at that time. My husband needed the car. I told my friends I would see them again in some weeks. (We met every Thursday.) The owner of the holistic center immediately said she would pick me up and drive me home. I was grateful, but I thought it was too much trouble for her. So I declined. However, she said, "What is a circle without you! I will pick you up next week." To my dear friend, I can't thank you enough for your love and support.
On Thursday, my friend picked me up. When we arrived, I saw a young man talking to the teacher of the circle. The owner greeted him and joined in the talk. They seemed to know him very well. I talked with others at the circle. When the circle was over, the owner and the teacher talked to the young man again. There was a serious look on their face. Later, the owner drove me home.
The following Thursday, we had more people than usual. A spiritual teacher from another state was with us. When the circle was over, people continued to chat. The teacher and the owner talked to the young man for a long while. They seemed to be very concerned about him. At one point, the owner looked back at me. A while later, she came to me. She wanted to stay at the center to talk to the others, and asked if it was alright to me that the young man drove me home instead of her.
I thanked the young man for taking the time to drive me home. He said it was no problem. He was going in that direction anyway because he had an appointment in a nearby city. While he was driving, we carried on a conversation about our families.
Soon he drove near a railroad crossing. At that very moment, the red light flashed and the gate came down. His car was the first car in front of the tracks. In my heart, I thought "Oh, no! I would have been home in just a few minutes! I certainly hope he will not be late for his appointment." We were relieved to see that it was a short train.
However, the train stopped right on the track in front of us! Thinking that the road would be cleared once the train started moving, we waited. He began to tell me his story and what was troubling him. I listened with compassion. When he finished talking, we realized 20 minutes had gone by. The train remained on the track. He made a U-turn to go on another route to drive me home. On the way, I tried to say something that might help him. From the expression on his face, I knew no words could lift the heaviness off his heart. He was at a point of life where life did not mean much to him anymore.
At home, I realized it was not a coincidence the owner asked him to drive me home. It was in divine order that the train blocked the road. Without the unexpected stop, I would not get to hear his story. I understood why the teacher and the owner (both were very intuitive) were deeply concerned about his well being. How might I help him, I wondered.
In the afternoon, I sat down to pray. I suddenly remembered a prayer which helped me a lot during the challenging years. One day years ago, I found a small printed sheet of paper tucked inside a book. It was a prayer to lift our sufferings. I had since said that prayer many times. It brought me peace when I was sad or worried. I took the sheet of paper out of my handbag. I felt it was time to pass it on. Holding the paper in my hands as an offering to the Loving Divine, I prayed for the well being of the young man. I prayed the prayer would help him as it had helped me.
Then I opened my eyes. Tears filled my eyes when I saw the time on the clock. It was 4:44 PM! 444, the Power of God's Love, was a very significant number in my life. I knew no matter what happened it was going to be alright. I remembered there was some sort of event at the center that night. I prayed the young man would be there. I put the prayer in an envelope. He was there, and I gave him the prayer. I did not see him at the circle again.
Some months later, I went to a big Body, Mind, and Spirit Festival in another county. A volunteer at the festival greeted me with a broad smile. I recognized he was the young man. He looked like a different person. He looked happy and healthy.
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There was a time I was overwhelmed with fear and worries. A customer (a spiritual friend) walked in. Seeing the state I was in, she took a beautiful angel figure out of her handbag. She said the angel had been blessed, and she wanted me to have it. My heart was constantly filled with gratitude for the love and kindness that others had bestowed upon me. I had since given away the angel figure with love just as my friend had given me.
I did not have the use of a car for about 3 or 4 weeks. Another wonderful healing experience also happened during that time. On the surface, sometimes it might seem we did not have much connection to those we chanced to meet, but our connection could be lifetimes deep.
Love as Love Is, and give generously. In the truth of oneness, who is the giver or the receiver?
We are the giver and the receiver.
Love,
Q of D
Monday, August 11, 2014
Thursday, August 7, 2014
A Global Meditation for PEACE
Greetings!
Some days ago, I watched the news about the war in Gaza. On the TV screen, a man, with his arms extended upwards, cried out, "We just want to live in peace!" Oh, dear brother, we hear you loud and clear. However, most of us can only watch with love and compassion.
We just want to live in peace! It seems like such a basic condition to live, yet so hard to maintain especially in many war-torn countries. We just want to live in peace! Is it not what most of us want?
Tomorrow, August 8, there will be a global meditation for peace. Please join in by going to http://www.chopra.com/ now and register. Please spread the news about the global meditation for peace. Let us join as one for peace and love.
Peace,
Q of D
P.S. Oprah & Deepak will begin a new 21-Day meditation experience, Expanding Your Happiness, on Monday, August 11. It is free. If you want to sign up, please go to their website.
Some days ago, I watched the news about the war in Gaza. On the TV screen, a man, with his arms extended upwards, cried out, "We just want to live in peace!" Oh, dear brother, we hear you loud and clear. However, most of us can only watch with love and compassion.
We just want to live in peace! It seems like such a basic condition to live, yet so hard to maintain especially in many war-torn countries. We just want to live in peace! Is it not what most of us want?
Tomorrow, August 8, there will be a global meditation for peace. Please join in by going to http://www.chopra.com/ now and register. Please spread the news about the global meditation for peace. Let us join as one for peace and love.
Peace,
Q of D
P.S. Oprah & Deepak will begin a new 21-Day meditation experience, Expanding Your Happiness, on Monday, August 11. It is free. If you want to sign up, please go to their website.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Why did he thank me?
Greetings!
When I was small, I could easily form an image in my mind when I thought of something. For example, if I thought of a snake, I saw a vivid image of a snake in my mind. Children did that naturally because they were curious and liked to use their imagination. I did not know this was visualization in English until I began to read metaphysical books in the year 2000. It was then I came to a shocking realization that I could no longer visualize. I believed I lost that innate ability while growing up because the everyday life had become my full focus. I did some visualization exercises according to the books, but the exercises did not help. In later years, some friends tried to heal me. Still, all I saw was darkness when I closed my eyes.
My friends told me some people could not visualize just like me. During guided meditations, they suggested for me to follow the guidance using my imagination. I tried to follow their advice. Oftentimes, I just could not imagine while listening to the guidance. On the few occasions that I felt I was successful in imagining, I ended up doubting my meditation experience. That was why I rarely shared what came to my mind. My friends were kind and accepting. They did not insist I must talk.
One day, a wonderful friend who was very open to the Divine volunteered to channel during the circle. A spirit came through. She told us her name, the state, and city she had lived. She said she used to live with her six years old grandson on a hill. One day, the little boy disappeared. (She talked about the year it happened, but I could not remember.) She called the police. The police did not spend much time searching for the boy. She said the police did not care because they were poor.
She had moved on decades ago. From where she was, she knew what happened to her grandson. The little boy had fallen off a cliff and died. However, he did not understand he had died. He (or the ghost) was very scared, and continued to wander in the woods below the cliff. The grandmother cried. She came through looking for help for her grandson.
We were all deeply touched. We wanted very much to help the boy. Coincidentally, those who were in the circle that day were clairvoyance or mediums (except me). All my friends could tap into what the spirit (i.e. the grandmother) was showing the channel. They talked about the image of the boy with lots of compassion. They tried to get the boy's attention. However, after quite a while, nothing seemed to work.
Sitting there, my heart went out to the boy. How scared he must have been after he fell off the cliff! However, I did not see anything or hear anything. What could I do to help? God, how might I help? Suddenly, it came to me I had always been very good with children. I closed my eyes and centered in peace. I learned from the words among my friends that there was a rock. I imagined myself sitting on the rock. I called out to the boy. I imagined the boy came to sit on my lap. I comforted him. I told him everything was going to be all right. Then I said, "Do you see your grandma? Go to her now." (I was totally into imagining what went on. I did not voice what I said to the boy. Therefore, my friends did not know I 'imagined' talking to the boy.)
Right then, the channel's body shook, and she came out of her altered state. The teacher of the circle asked her what had happened. She said all of a sudden she saw an explosion of white light and everything disappeared. We prayed that the little boy was now in the light. We moved on to talk about other things. Nobody in the circle saw what happened to the boy. I did not think much about my imagination, and of course, I did not talk about it.
When the circle was over, I chatted with the teacher of the circle. A young man was in the circle that day. I did not know him, but I heard he was very intuitive. While the rest of us were talking, he was putting away the chairs. At one point, I happened to look over to him who was a distance away. Strangely, he nodded at me and said, "Thank you." I thought "Why did he thank me? Was it his way of greeting me?" I continued talking to the teacher whose back was facing the young man and did not see what happened.
A couple of weeks later, I saw the young man again. When the circle was over, I asked why he thanked me on that day. He tilted his head as if he tried to recall. Then he said, "Oh, yes! I remember now. I was putting away the chairs. Suddenly, my spirit guide asked me to thank you. He said there had been healing on many levels. I thanked you as I was told to, but I did not understand why. Do you know why?" I was surprised to hear that. I said, "May be." Our conversation stopped at this point for another friend wanted to talk to him.
Personally, I believed much more were at work that day. Our guides and angels must have worked hard to make this happen. The one who volunteered to channel was an exceptional loving soul. It was no accident the spirit of the grandmother came through her to talk to the circle. All of us were of one heart and one will - we wanted to help the boy. Our love and compassion lifted the fear off the boy long enough for him to see his grandma and move into the light. We were interconnected. The healing of one affected the whole, and there was healing on many levels.
Years ago, I had read some books by Robert Monroe, the founder of the Monroe Institute. He and many at the Institute had done a great job in rescuing the lost souls (i.e. those who did not know they had died). In particular, I remembered the story of a man who worked on a ship. He died in a shipwreck. For hundreds of years (?), he clang onto part of the ship waiting to be rescued. It was through the effort of those on earth as well as his loved one on the other side, he finally let go of the illusion and moved into the light. (My post The Dream of Three Japanese Soldiers was on the same subject.)
It is raining outside, and the sky is dark. Well, rain is good for the trees and grass. I know soon the sun will come out, and it is another bright day.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
When I was small, I could easily form an image in my mind when I thought of something. For example, if I thought of a snake, I saw a vivid image of a snake in my mind. Children did that naturally because they were curious and liked to use their imagination. I did not know this was visualization in English until I began to read metaphysical books in the year 2000. It was then I came to a shocking realization that I could no longer visualize. I believed I lost that innate ability while growing up because the everyday life had become my full focus. I did some visualization exercises according to the books, but the exercises did not help. In later years, some friends tried to heal me. Still, all I saw was darkness when I closed my eyes.
My friends told me some people could not visualize just like me. During guided meditations, they suggested for me to follow the guidance using my imagination. I tried to follow their advice. Oftentimes, I just could not imagine while listening to the guidance. On the few occasions that I felt I was successful in imagining, I ended up doubting my meditation experience. That was why I rarely shared what came to my mind. My friends were kind and accepting. They did not insist I must talk.
One day, a wonderful friend who was very open to the Divine volunteered to channel during the circle. A spirit came through. She told us her name, the state, and city she had lived. She said she used to live with her six years old grandson on a hill. One day, the little boy disappeared. (She talked about the year it happened, but I could not remember.) She called the police. The police did not spend much time searching for the boy. She said the police did not care because they were poor.
She had moved on decades ago. From where she was, she knew what happened to her grandson. The little boy had fallen off a cliff and died. However, he did not understand he had died. He (or the ghost) was very scared, and continued to wander in the woods below the cliff. The grandmother cried. She came through looking for help for her grandson.
We were all deeply touched. We wanted very much to help the boy. Coincidentally, those who were in the circle that day were clairvoyance or mediums (except me). All my friends could tap into what the spirit (i.e. the grandmother) was showing the channel. They talked about the image of the boy with lots of compassion. They tried to get the boy's attention. However, after quite a while, nothing seemed to work.
Sitting there, my heart went out to the boy. How scared he must have been after he fell off the cliff! However, I did not see anything or hear anything. What could I do to help? God, how might I help? Suddenly, it came to me I had always been very good with children. I closed my eyes and centered in peace. I learned from the words among my friends that there was a rock. I imagined myself sitting on the rock. I called out to the boy. I imagined the boy came to sit on my lap. I comforted him. I told him everything was going to be all right. Then I said, "Do you see your grandma? Go to her now." (I was totally into imagining what went on. I did not voice what I said to the boy. Therefore, my friends did not know I 'imagined' talking to the boy.)
Right then, the channel's body shook, and she came out of her altered state. The teacher of the circle asked her what had happened. She said all of a sudden she saw an explosion of white light and everything disappeared. We prayed that the little boy was now in the light. We moved on to talk about other things. Nobody in the circle saw what happened to the boy. I did not think much about my imagination, and of course, I did not talk about it.
When the circle was over, I chatted with the teacher of the circle. A young man was in the circle that day. I did not know him, but I heard he was very intuitive. While the rest of us were talking, he was putting away the chairs. At one point, I happened to look over to him who was a distance away. Strangely, he nodded at me and said, "Thank you." I thought "Why did he thank me? Was it his way of greeting me?" I continued talking to the teacher whose back was facing the young man and did not see what happened.
A couple of weeks later, I saw the young man again. When the circle was over, I asked why he thanked me on that day. He tilted his head as if he tried to recall. Then he said, "Oh, yes! I remember now. I was putting away the chairs. Suddenly, my spirit guide asked me to thank you. He said there had been healing on many levels. I thanked you as I was told to, but I did not understand why. Do you know why?" I was surprised to hear that. I said, "May be." Our conversation stopped at this point for another friend wanted to talk to him.
Personally, I believed much more were at work that day. Our guides and angels must have worked hard to make this happen. The one who volunteered to channel was an exceptional loving soul. It was no accident the spirit of the grandmother came through her to talk to the circle. All of us were of one heart and one will - we wanted to help the boy. Our love and compassion lifted the fear off the boy long enough for him to see his grandma and move into the light. We were interconnected. The healing of one affected the whole, and there was healing on many levels.
Years ago, I had read some books by Robert Monroe, the founder of the Monroe Institute. He and many at the Institute had done a great job in rescuing the lost souls (i.e. those who did not know they had died). In particular, I remembered the story of a man who worked on a ship. He died in a shipwreck. For hundreds of years (?), he clang onto part of the ship waiting to be rescued. It was through the effort of those on earth as well as his loved one on the other side, he finally let go of the illusion and moved into the light. (My post The Dream of Three Japanese Soldiers was on the same subject.)
It is raining outside, and the sky is dark. Well, rain is good for the trees and grass. I know soon the sun will come out, and it is another bright day.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
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