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Days earlier, I had borrowed some books from the library. Normally, I kept the library books at home. That day I decided to leave the bag of books in the restaurant. With the business, we were in the restaurant 12 to 13 hours a day. I thought I would read the books when I had time.
Before closing time on Oct.1, 2001, I took a book from the bag. As usual, I sat by the table near the cash register in the dining room. Around 10 pm, I turned off the light in the dining room, and went into the kitchen to finish closing up. As my husband and I were about to get out of the restaurant, I thought I would continue to read the book at home. Hurriedly, I rushed to get the book.
After the strange smoke incident, I picked up the book I had brought home. I went to the family room and sat down. It was then I realized I had brought home the wrong book! I had brought home a book that I had finished reading a couple of days ago. I wondered how could this happen. I realized it happened because I was in a hurry to get the book. Instead of picking up the book from the table, I had gone to get a book out of the bag. I did not realize the mistake because both were hardcover books with yellow on the covers. Holding the book in my hand, it suddenly dawned on me that 'there are no accidents'. I held the book to my heart and prayed, "God, if it is what I think, please show me a page number." A number came to my mind. As I read that page, I was shocked. I asked for a confirmation and got another number. I later flipped through the whole book. It was only on these two pages that there were something as mind-boggling to me as when I was holding the little green bible.
Obviously, when I read that book days earlier, what were written on those two pages did not stir up any emotion. The green bible incident shook me, but two years had gone by. The message I received came to my mind once in a while, but I looked at it with doubts. There was no way the message was for me! Therefore, part of me wanted to find the truth behind what happened, yet part of me was not.
However, with the 444 incident on Sept. 29, the thought of writing a letter the following day, the phenomenal smoke incident on Mid-Autumn Festival, and the wrong book incident, I could not help but thought, "May be it is the time to find the truth." Later, I used the computer to record what had happened.
When I finally went to bed, it was 2 am (Oct. 2, 2001, Tuesday). Less than two hours later, severe pain inside the bottom of my feet woke me up.
~ to be cont'd ~
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Looking at the scattered smoke of the incense...
Continue from my last post The background of the significant experience of the birds
Oct. 1, 2001 (Monday) was the Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival.
When we arrived home (after closing up the restaurant), it was past 11 pm. We put some mooncakes and fruit on the table. I lit some sticks of incense. We normally let the incense burn for quite a while or finish burning before we ate the mooncakes. My husband said he was full and did not want any mooncake. He went upstairs to sleep because he felt very tired.
After my husband went upstairs, I stood by the table watching the scattered smoke of the incense. It was a day to appreciate the full moon, and we had opened the windows when we were home. The table was by the windows. The smoke of the incense was blown all over the room by the wind. As I was looking at the scattered smoke, the idea 'pray now' came. As much as the human I was surprised** at the prompting, I followed.
(**I had already prayed because we customarily prayed after we lit the incense.)
I bowed my head and totally immersed in praying, "I bow before Thee. I am praying for the people in the Middle East, in Afghanistan, in Africa, and in New York. Please replace hate with love; please let us love one another; please ........." At one point, something made me open my eyes. To my great surprise, the smoke of the incense was shooting straight up, very straight and not a bit wavy! At the same time, I could feel the wind from the windows. I lowered my head again, closed my eyes, and continued praying for world peace and for the people who had lost their loved ones in the 9/11 Terrorists Attacks. When I finished, the incense was almost burnt to the bottom, but the little smoke it had still shot straight up. Then the smoke was completely gone.
The night was not over. There was yet another experience that made me feel 'I really, really want some answers to my experiences'.
~ to be cont'd ~
P.S.
Mid-Autumn Festival is based on the lunar calendar. This year we will celebrate the festival on Sept. 27 (Sunday).
On Chinese New Year's Day and other traditional festivals, most Chinese prayed for themselves and their loved ones. This was what I did after I lit the incense on that Mid-Autumn Festival. When I looked back at what had happened, I saw a shift in my prayers before and after the prompting. It was not that I thought of what to pray when I was prompted to pray. The shift was automatic.
Our thought and prayer matter in the reality that we create. In the greater sense of Truth, we are not separated from one another - we are one. When we pray for others (or the world), we are in fact praying for ourselves.
Oct. 1, 2001 (Monday) was the Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival.
When we arrived home (after closing up the restaurant), it was past 11 pm. We put some mooncakes and fruit on the table. I lit some sticks of incense. We normally let the incense burn for quite a while or finish burning before we ate the mooncakes. My husband said he was full and did not want any mooncake. He went upstairs to sleep because he felt very tired.
After my husband went upstairs, I stood by the table watching the scattered smoke of the incense. It was a day to appreciate the full moon, and we had opened the windows when we were home. The table was by the windows. The smoke of the incense was blown all over the room by the wind. As I was looking at the scattered smoke, the idea 'pray now' came. As much as the human I was surprised** at the prompting, I followed.
(**I had already prayed because we customarily prayed after we lit the incense.)
I bowed my head and totally immersed in praying, "I bow before Thee. I am praying for the people in the Middle East, in Afghanistan, in Africa, and in New York. Please replace hate with love; please let us love one another; please ........." At one point, something made me open my eyes. To my great surprise, the smoke of the incense was shooting straight up, very straight and not a bit wavy! At the same time, I could feel the wind from the windows. I lowered my head again, closed my eyes, and continued praying for world peace and for the people who had lost their loved ones in the 9/11 Terrorists Attacks. When I finished, the incense was almost burnt to the bottom, but the little smoke it had still shot straight up. Then the smoke was completely gone.
The night was not over. There was yet another experience that made me feel 'I really, really want some answers to my experiences'.
~ to be cont'd ~
Next post I had brought home the wrong book
P.S.
Mid-Autumn Festival is based on the lunar calendar. This year we will celebrate the festival on Sept. 27 (Sunday).
On Chinese New Year's Day and other traditional festivals, most Chinese prayed for themselves and their loved ones. This was what I did after I lit the incense on that Mid-Autumn Festival. When I looked back at what had happened, I saw a shift in my prayers before and after the prompting. It was not that I thought of what to pray when I was prompted to pray. The shift was automatic.
Our thought and prayer matter in the reality that we create. In the greater sense of Truth, we are not separated from one another - we are one. When we pray for others (or the world), we are in fact praying for ourselves.
Next post I had brought home the wrong book
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
The background of the significant experience of the birds
Greetings!
Here is the experience of the birds that I had promised to share in my last post Stories of Birds, Bees, and other Signs from the Divine .
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On Sept. 29, 2001, I was reading in the dining room. It was a Saturday. Usually, customers began to order around 6 pm. Suddenly, this came to me 'Go inside and look! It is 4:44 pm'. (In our restaurant, we had a small alarm clock in the kitchen, and there was no clock in the dining room.) Immediately, I countered it with 'No, it is all in my mind'. 'Go!' I walked into the kitchen. Sure enough, it was 4:44 pm.
The 444 happenings started in the last quarter of 1999. Many nights I woke up from my sleep, and 'was told' to look at the clock. It was always 4:44 am! During that time, I heard the voice of my spirit guide for the first time except I did not know anything about spirit guides and angels at that time. It was the most unthinkable message or sentence. Not knowing what to make of it, I tried to put it behind me.
However, other strange incidents occurred. For instance, one day, I saw a small green bible in my sons room. I had never seen it before. Strangely, the number of a page came to me as soon as I picked up the bible. I turned to that page. It was about an incident, and there was a name. I held the bible to my heart, and asked for another page number. I was given another number. I was very, very surprised that the page was about the same incident with the same name but in a different gospel. I knew my son was not into any religion, and wondered where did this little bible come from. Later that night, my son told me over the phone that some people handed out those pocket-size bibles on campus. He took one home and put it on the computer desk. (Both of my sons lived on campuses, and came home every few weeks.)
Hoping to find some answers, I eventually went to the library. On some occasions, energy filled my sensitive hand to reach out to certain books that the human I had not thought of borrowing. For two years (2000 - 2001), I read many metaphysical and spiritual books. From the books, I learned we all had our own spirit guides and angels. I also learned 444 meant the Power of God's Love.
In other words, the 444 incident on Sept. 29, 2001 was not something new. However, it reminded me that two years had gone by since I heard the message. Still, l did not know what to make of it. With the 444 incident, the urge within to find some answers was very strong that afternoon. Besides, I wanted to know if selling the business was the right thing to do. As much as I wished for success for my husband, part of me felt it was time to move on. At night, I prayed earnestly for answers.
On Sept. 30, I drove my younger son back to campus. On the lone drive back to the restaurant, I kept thinking about the message. I also thought of writing a letter to an author for guidance. It was a Sunday morning. The traffic was very light. I began talking to God, "God, is the message really for me? If it is, there must be a reason. Should I write to this author? If I should, please show me some signs. Please let me see a group of birds resting on the utility wires in front of our restaurant today, and also let me see 444."
I did see 4:44 pm and a group of small birds on the utility wires that afternoon. I told myself I saw 444 because I paid attention to the time whenever I walked into the kitchen. It was unlike the day before that I was told it was 4:44 pm. I saw those small birds around the strip mall all the time. It was not that special that about 20 of them were resting on the utility wires. I dismissed them as the signs that I had prayed for.
In retrospect, my earthly qualifications, a simple Chinese woman with a secondary school education whose English was not good, were very much on my mind. Though I had asked for signs, part of me did not really want to write the letter. I was afraid to know the truth or how the truth might affect my life.
~ to be cont'd ~
Here is the experience of the birds that I had promised to share in my last post Stories of Birds, Bees, and other Signs from the Divine .
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
On Sept. 29, 2001, I was reading in the dining room. It was a Saturday. Usually, customers began to order around 6 pm. Suddenly, this came to me 'Go inside and look! It is 4:44 pm'. (In our restaurant, we had a small alarm clock in the kitchen, and there was no clock in the dining room.) Immediately, I countered it with 'No, it is all in my mind'. 'Go!' I walked into the kitchen. Sure enough, it was 4:44 pm.
The 444 happenings started in the last quarter of 1999. Many nights I woke up from my sleep, and 'was told' to look at the clock. It was always 4:44 am! During that time, I heard the voice of my spirit guide for the first time except I did not know anything about spirit guides and angels at that time. It was the most unthinkable message or sentence. Not knowing what to make of it, I tried to put it behind me.
However, other strange incidents occurred. For instance, one day, I saw a small green bible in my sons room. I had never seen it before. Strangely, the number of a page came to me as soon as I picked up the bible. I turned to that page. It was about an incident, and there was a name. I held the bible to my heart, and asked for another page number. I was given another number. I was very, very surprised that the page was about the same incident with the same name but in a different gospel. I knew my son was not into any religion, and wondered where did this little bible come from. Later that night, my son told me over the phone that some people handed out those pocket-size bibles on campus. He took one home and put it on the computer desk. (Both of my sons lived on campuses, and came home every few weeks.)
Hoping to find some answers, I eventually went to the library. On some occasions, energy filled my sensitive hand to reach out to certain books that the human I had not thought of borrowing. For two years (2000 - 2001), I read many metaphysical and spiritual books. From the books, I learned we all had our own spirit guides and angels. I also learned 444 meant the Power of God's Love.
In other words, the 444 incident on Sept. 29, 2001 was not something new. However, it reminded me that two years had gone by since I heard the message. Still, l did not know what to make of it. With the 444 incident, the urge within to find some answers was very strong that afternoon. Besides, I wanted to know if selling the business was the right thing to do. As much as I wished for success for my husband, part of me felt it was time to move on. At night, I prayed earnestly for answers.
On Sept. 30, I drove my younger son back to campus. On the lone drive back to the restaurant, I kept thinking about the message. I also thought of writing a letter to an author for guidance. It was a Sunday morning. The traffic was very light. I began talking to God, "God, is the message really for me? If it is, there must be a reason. Should I write to this author? If I should, please show me some signs. Please let me see a group of birds resting on the utility wires in front of our restaurant today, and also let me see 444."
I did see 4:44 pm and a group of small birds on the utility wires that afternoon. I told myself I saw 444 because I paid attention to the time whenever I walked into the kitchen. It was unlike the day before that I was told it was 4:44 pm. I saw those small birds around the strip mall all the time. It was not that special that about 20 of them were resting on the utility wires. I dismissed them as the signs that I had prayed for.
In retrospect, my earthly qualifications, a simple Chinese woman with a secondary school education whose English was not good, were very much on my mind. Though I had asked for signs, part of me did not really want to write the letter. I was afraid to know the truth or how the truth might affect my life.
~ to be cont'd ~
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