Greetings!
On the television, a man was telling a personal story in front of an audience. I saw a sign 'people's true stories' on the side of the stage where the man stood. I happened to turn on the TV at that moment. After he finished his story, I turned off the TV. I was not sure if he was indeed sharing a true personal story as it had happened.
The man said he invited his own mother, his girlfriend and her parents to dine in a restaurant. That night he planned to ask his girlfriend to marry him. He put his marriage proposal on a small piece of paper as an insert in a fortune cookie. Then he thought what if his girlfriend was not the one to pick that particular cookie. In order to make sure that his plan would succeed, he placed inserts with the same words in four fortune cookies.
When they finished eating, the server brought out those special fortune cookies as arranged. However, his girlfriend and his mother were fully engaged in a conversation. To his distress, he saw his girlfriend's mother took a cookie from the tray. The woman read the insert. Immediately, she looked at the man and signaled with her mouth "I don't think it is for me!" He embarrassingly signaled with his hand that the insert was indeed not for her. The girlfriend's father was the next one to get a cookie. Surprise and confusion came on the older man's face. The man hurriedly signaled that the message was not for him. Anxiously, the three of them waited for the young woman to get a cookie. Finally, his girlfriend and his mother finished talking. Their eyes opened wide when they saw the man's mother reached out for a cookie! Her mouth opened wide as she read the insert. Sensing something was going on, his girlfriend took the last cookie. In great surprise and joy, she said "yes". The man said they had now been happily married for twenty years.
The man gave a lively description of the expressions on each person's face upon seeing the insert. I had a good laugh listening to his story.
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The man's story reminded me of an incident that happened in the restaurant years. One day, a woman walked in. She ordered from us regularly. She did not come in to order food that day. She said she needed my help. Her son wanted to ask his girlfriend to marry him. He wanted to put his proposal with a ring inside a fortune cookie to surprise his girlfriend. The mother (the customer) had bought a bag of fortune cookies from an Oriental grocery store. They all cracked when she tried to slip in the paper with the ring. She said those cookies were not of the same quality as that of our restaurant. I went inside the kitchen. Searching through two big bags of cookies, I found some that might work (i.e. those with a wider opening). It took some cookies, patience and time before the task was accomplished.
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I recorded the man's story in my blog as a draft after I finished watching it on TV. I thought it was good to share stories that made us laugh.
Then I thought it might be I did not have the right to share the man's story in my blog, or the story might not be totally true. I told the story to my husband. He looked at me with that 'what's so funny about it' look. I realized it was a mistake to talk to him. He never read jokes on the newspapers, and did not (or rarely) see anything as funny. I told the story to my son. He listened without any reaction, and returned to look at his phone. I decided not to publish it.
The draft was written quite a while back. I smiled reading the draft today. If it did happen, each one of them must have quite a memorable experience that night.
Live, love, laugh! I may be the weird one in my loved one's eyes. I am glad I can laugh.
Love,
Q of D
Wednesday, May 30, 2018
Saturday, May 19, 2018
She told me to thank my friends before entering a new phase
Greetings!
In the last few weeks, I have been revising some of my old posts published in 2012 and 2013.
Among my old posts, I liked The dream of a new handbag and a new role . As I reread it, I realized I had forgotten the amazing dream in this particular experience. It was good that I had recorded my life stories (at least some of them) in the last 17 years.
In the last few weeks, I have been revising some of my old posts published in 2012 and 2013.
Among my old posts, I liked The dream of a new handbag and a new role . As I reread it, I realized I had forgotten the amazing dream in this particular experience. It was good that I had recorded my life stories (at least some of them) in the last 17 years.
In that post, I wrote about a dream in which the (original) owner of the holistic center told me to make a list of all the friends that I had come to know through the center. Next to each name, I should write down what I felt I was thankful for. In the dream, there was a sense of urgency for me to do that.
I began the list with the owner of the center on the top. Somehow I could not remember her last name. Someone told me it started with the letter D. I was confused because I knew it was not.
Seeing the owner busy cleaning the center, I went to help her. When she walked out of the center, I had not finished the thank-you list.
Later, I could not find my black handbag. I saw a green handbag. I realized I no longer used the old black handbag, and the green handbag was my new handbag.
The following were events that eventually unfolded after the dream.
I did not write the thank-you list after the dream because I did not see the point of doing that. A few months later, the owner did not join us on Thursdays as she used to. I participated in a 2-day healing workshop on March 24 and 25. Soon after, I spontaneously picked up a pen and wrote a letter to thank all of my friends. (At the time, the human I had completely forgotten about the dream.) On Thursday, I told my circle that I had learned a healing art. The teacher of the circle immediately asked me to be the on-site healer on Wednesdays. (Re More on my journey as a channel of spiritual healing energy ) We also learned the teacher whose first name began with the letter D was now the new owner of the center.
In my dream experiences, handbags symbolized our earthly identities. Green was the color of healing. When I realized the green handbag was my new handbag, it meant my new role as a healer.
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No matter what situations we go through, I have learned a heart of gratitude helps us more than we can image. Therefore, I choose to share with you the experience again. If you have time, please click to view the subsequent post Gratitude and A New Beginning .
Many blessings,
Q of D
I did not write the thank-you list after the dream because I did not see the point of doing that. A few months later, the owner did not join us on Thursdays as she used to. I participated in a 2-day healing workshop on March 24 and 25. Soon after, I spontaneously picked up a pen and wrote a letter to thank all of my friends. (At the time, the human I had completely forgotten about the dream.) On Thursday, I told my circle that I had learned a healing art. The teacher of the circle immediately asked me to be the on-site healer on Wednesdays. (Re More on my journey as a channel of spiritual healing energy ) We also learned the teacher whose first name began with the letter D was now the new owner of the center.
In my dream experiences, handbags symbolized our earthly identities. Green was the color of healing. When I realized the green handbag was my new handbag, it meant my new role as a healer.
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No matter what situations we go through, I have learned a heart of gratitude helps us more than we can image. Therefore, I choose to share with you the experience again. If you have time, please click to view the subsequent post Gratitude and A New Beginning .
Many blessings,
Q of D
Saturday, April 28, 2018
Doubt on our spiritual journey
Greetings!
In my other posts, I mentioned I could visualize when I was small, but lost that ability while growing up. When I joined the Thursday Circle in 2005, my friends said I should not be concerned that I could not visualize. They said there were others like me, and suggested for me to use my imagination during guided meditation. Knowing that I imagined what happened, I ended up doubting many of my experiences.
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When I was with the Thursday Circle, we formed a healing circle at the end of our gathering. We stood in a circle, put our right hand forward to send healing energy, and put our left hand on the shoulder of the one standing to our left (i.e. the right shoulder of him / her). We might mentally put our loved ones or friends inside the circle or by saying their names. As I stood in the circle, I used to imagine healing energy of our circle went upward and spread to the whole world. In my heart, I prayed "let there be peace and healing for the whole world" or "let the healing energy of our circle expand to our communities and the world." Afterward, the teacher and other psychics related the images they saw. They often saw brilliant healing energies went upward or bright light exploded high above. I listened in wonderment of what they said as well as their ability to see. To me, it was natural that healing energy rose upward and expanded. I never thought it had anything to do with my imagination.
One day, I suddenly thought of Mother Earth. I 'put' planet Earth inside our healing circle. I imagined energies from our hands flowed into Mother Earth. In my heart, I asked God to surround Mother Earth with healing energies. After the healing circle, the teacher said she saw the healing energies, instead of going up as always, went deep, deep down into the earth!
At home, I talked to my younger son about what had happened. He asked if I had told the teacher about it. I said I had not. It was my imagination to put Mother Earth in the healing circle, and what happened was just a coincidence. I said, "Some of my friends might be thinking about Mother Earth as I did. What happened during the healing circle could not have manifested simply because of my imagination." My son looked at me for a while. He said, "You should not doubt your power."
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In the beginning months with the circle, I truly did not feel or see anything during guided group meditation. Looking back, I must have mentally blocked myself from participation because I already concluded I could not meditate or quiet my mind.
I regarded myself a novice on the spiritual journey. I listened to the stories of my friends with joy and amazement. One day, a woman came to the circle. The teacher said the woman had been a professional healer for 30 years. (She had the ability of a psychic medium, but was a healer by profession.) At one point, she offered to give each one of us words and images that came to her from the divine. All of us joyfully opened to receive her messages. When it was my turn, she looked at me for a while. Then she said -
Ancient! Ancient! Ancient!
I saw you riding a white elephant with bright, shiny white tusks
You should drink Oolong tea and wear jade
Some people prided themselves to be an old soul. Personally, I felt being an old soul was but a stage of being, and in due course everyone went through different stages. We were equal by nature, and that was how I looked at others. I wondered what it meant (for the divine) to let me hear those words. I observed the way the woman conducted herself. She offered different short advice to each one of us. She 'listened' as she spoke. She was truthful, and there was not a bit of ego. She was definitely an instrument, yet I did not know what to make of her words.
When I was home, I began to doubt. Most people knew Chinese liked to drink tea and favored jade among gemstones. It might be she was familiar with Oolong tea. I continued to drink my favorite Ti Kwan Yin tea. I used to wear a necklace with a jade pendant. I stopped wearing it after the necklace broke accidentally. My family had gifted me some jewelries. I was not into wearing jewelries. I did not feel the need to wear another one after the necklace broke. In my quiet time, I prayed earnestly as what to do with my life.
Some weeks later, the healer came again. She gently admonished me, "I told you to wear jade. Why didn't you wear jade?" I told her the necklace was broken. She said, "Wear jade. You can use a string instead of a necklace." She said, "You pray a lot. You are like a candle that burns on both ends. You have lots of doubt. You feel frustrated because you think what you will do is impossible. You feel uncertainty . . . Have faith . . ." In that meeting, the teacher told us the healer had been visiting nursing homes for decades. She went there as a volunteer, and did not do that for money. I greatly admired her pure intention of service. This was the last time I saw the healer. I eventually went to a jewelry store to fix the broken necklace, and wore the jade pendant again.
Some years later, a wonderful brother gave me a channeled reading. In his trance state, he accessed the Akashic record. He described the cover of my book of life in details. He saw beautiful diamond-shape jades radiating light adorned the cover. It was then I understood why the healer asked me to wear jade.
In the past year, I drank Oolong regularly instead of Ti Kwan Yin. I drank a lot of Ti Kwan Yin in my earlier years. I used to have a hard time falling asleep. After drinking Oolong, I seemed to have a good night sleep. Nowadays, I only allowed myself to drink a cup of tea or coffee in the morning. This change of habit could be a big factor that I slept better at night.
I liked tea, but did not know much about tea. While writing this post, I went online to learn more about tea. I was surprised to learn Ti Kwan Yin tea was related to the Oolong tea family. Ti Kwan Yin tea was considered as a dark Oolong tea because it was baked longer, and allowed to ferment longer than the typical Oolong tea.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Do you have doubt like me on your spiritual journey?
In my other posts, I mentioned I could visualize when I was small, but lost that ability while growing up. When I joined the Thursday Circle in 2005, my friends said I should not be concerned that I could not visualize. They said there were others like me, and suggested for me to use my imagination during guided meditation. Knowing that I imagined what happened, I ended up doubting many of my experiences.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
When I was with the Thursday Circle, we formed a healing circle at the end of our gathering. We stood in a circle, put our right hand forward to send healing energy, and put our left hand on the shoulder of the one standing to our left (i.e. the right shoulder of him / her). We might mentally put our loved ones or friends inside the circle or by saying their names. As I stood in the circle, I used to imagine healing energy of our circle went upward and spread to the whole world. In my heart, I prayed "let there be peace and healing for the whole world" or "let the healing energy of our circle expand to our communities and the world." Afterward, the teacher and other psychics related the images they saw. They often saw brilliant healing energies went upward or bright light exploded high above. I listened in wonderment of what they said as well as their ability to see. To me, it was natural that healing energy rose upward and expanded. I never thought it had anything to do with my imagination.
One day, I suddenly thought of Mother Earth. I 'put' planet Earth inside our healing circle. I imagined energies from our hands flowed into Mother Earth. In my heart, I asked God to surround Mother Earth with healing energies. After the healing circle, the teacher said she saw the healing energies, instead of going up as always, went deep, deep down into the earth!
At home, I talked to my younger son about what had happened. He asked if I had told the teacher about it. I said I had not. It was my imagination to put Mother Earth in the healing circle, and what happened was just a coincidence. I said, "Some of my friends might be thinking about Mother Earth as I did. What happened during the healing circle could not have manifested simply because of my imagination." My son looked at me for a while. He said, "You should not doubt your power."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
In the beginning months with the circle, I truly did not feel or see anything during guided group meditation. Looking back, I must have mentally blocked myself from participation because I already concluded I could not meditate or quiet my mind.
I regarded myself a novice on the spiritual journey. I listened to the stories of my friends with joy and amazement. One day, a woman came to the circle. The teacher said the woman had been a professional healer for 30 years. (She had the ability of a psychic medium, but was a healer by profession.) At one point, she offered to give each one of us words and images that came to her from the divine. All of us joyfully opened to receive her messages. When it was my turn, she looked at me for a while. Then she said -
Ancient! Ancient! Ancient!
I saw you riding a white elephant with bright, shiny white tusks
You should drink Oolong tea and wear jade
Some people prided themselves to be an old soul. Personally, I felt being an old soul was but a stage of being, and in due course everyone went through different stages. We were equal by nature, and that was how I looked at others. I wondered what it meant (for the divine) to let me hear those words. I observed the way the woman conducted herself. She offered different short advice to each one of us. She 'listened' as she spoke. She was truthful, and there was not a bit of ego. She was definitely an instrument, yet I did not know what to make of her words.
When I was home, I began to doubt. Most people knew Chinese liked to drink tea and favored jade among gemstones. It might be she was familiar with Oolong tea. I continued to drink my favorite Ti Kwan Yin tea. I used to wear a necklace with a jade pendant. I stopped wearing it after the necklace broke accidentally. My family had gifted me some jewelries. I was not into wearing jewelries. I did not feel the need to wear another one after the necklace broke. In my quiet time, I prayed earnestly as what to do with my life.
Some weeks later, the healer came again. She gently admonished me, "I told you to wear jade. Why didn't you wear jade?" I told her the necklace was broken. She said, "Wear jade. You can use a string instead of a necklace." She said, "You pray a lot. You are like a candle that burns on both ends. You have lots of doubt. You feel frustrated because you think what you will do is impossible. You feel uncertainty . . . Have faith . . ." In that meeting, the teacher told us the healer had been visiting nursing homes for decades. She went there as a volunteer, and did not do that for money. I greatly admired her pure intention of service. This was the last time I saw the healer. I eventually went to a jewelry store to fix the broken necklace, and wore the jade pendant again.
Some years later, a wonderful brother gave me a channeled reading. In his trance state, he accessed the Akashic record. He described the cover of my book of life in details. He saw beautiful diamond-shape jades radiating light adorned the cover. It was then I understood why the healer asked me to wear jade.
In the past year, I drank Oolong regularly instead of Ti Kwan Yin. I drank a lot of Ti Kwan Yin in my earlier years. I used to have a hard time falling asleep. After drinking Oolong, I seemed to have a good night sleep. Nowadays, I only allowed myself to drink a cup of tea or coffee in the morning. This change of habit could be a big factor that I slept better at night.
I liked tea, but did not know much about tea. While writing this post, I went online to learn more about tea. I was surprised to learn Ti Kwan Yin tea was related to the Oolong tea family. Ti Kwan Yin tea was considered as a dark Oolong tea because it was baked longer, and allowed to ferment longer than the typical Oolong tea.
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Do you have doubt like me on your spiritual journey?
Please know that it is alright. We are not alone on the path. Our guides, angels, soul family and the ascended ones are here for us. We can always ask for their help. Center in love, and have faith that our higher self or The Creator within is forever guiding.
If you have time, please read my post Why did he thank me? In that incident, I also did not think my imagination had helped. However, the divine had its way of revealing to me that our positive, loving thought mattered in all situations.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
If you have time, please read my post Why did he thank me? In that incident, I also did not think my imagination had helped. However, the divine had its way of revealing to me that our positive, loving thought mattered in all situations.
Love and blessings,
Q of D
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