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The Next Level (1)


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Tai Chi is an internal Chinese martial art practiced for both its defense training and its health benefits; it is known for its relatively slow movements.

A while ago, I auditioned for the role of “someone doing Tai Chi,” but I didn’t get it.  As a result, I became interested in learning, and I eventually joined a group where the Tai Chi master, Ms. Li, would teach us during the weekends.  In 3 years we have learned many different styles, getting to the point of mastery.  Recently, she decided to teach us Tai Chi with the use of a fan called “Tai Chi Fan” or “Tai Chi Kung Fu Fan.” We were so excited to be considered to learn this advanced form of Tai Chi, because it means, to some extent, that we are ready to move forward, that we are advancing to a higher level.

Once we started to practice Tai Chi Fan, I constantly thought about the words “higher level.” One day, while meditating, I thought about how I could do the same in my life, on a spiritual level. When I thought about it, I imagined myself levitating from the ground, not physically but spiritually or mentally. As I searched, I heard **the Voice ask, “What is a higher level?” I responded by saying “The higher level as I imagine it would be free from the attachments that hold us back and prevent us from moving forward.”

“How?” the Voice continued to question. “How do you reach that?” I murmured, “It is from the love.” The Voice answered, “Yes, it is very simple. It comes from love. First, you love yourself. That is the first and the basic level. The next, you have to go beyond yourself and love others. Moreover, you put others ahead of yourself.” At that point, the Voice seemed to disappear. I didn’t understand it at that moment. I didn’t think about it much because I was making an herbal juice concoction for my children, who all have high cholesterol. I don’t want them to take medication if they don’t have to, so I make this juice for them by using a recipe that a friend had used, which helped her.


That day, I was tired, but I knew that I only had an hour and a half to prepare the juice before I would see them. As mothers, we will do anything for our kids. So I gathered all the ingredients and went over the tedious procedure consisting hand squeezing lemons, chopping garlic and juicing ginger. I had finally finished, and I gave it to them before the end of the day. As soon as I got ready to bed, I could feel the soreness in my arm, a recurring injury from an old car accident because I had been laboring over the juice.

When I finally laid in bed, the pain was more than I could bear and I started to cry. While I was crying, it dawned on me what the Voice had said about putting others before myself. Yes, it took the unconditional love a mother has for her children to be able to do it. It is simple.  We just need to go an extra mile to give love to others. The pain I experienced helps me to understand how to reach this higher level…  I need to have this unconditional love for not just my children, but for others as well.

Yes, indeed, it is time to ascend to the next level. It will certainly make it easier if we know that we are all part of the universe. Everyone in this world is somehow related. If we regard everyone in need as our children, we can easily enlarge our love and put others ahead of ourselves thereby to bring us to a higher level.

“For I was hungry, and you gave me food, I was thirsty, and you gave me drink, I was a stranger, and you welcomed me.” Matthew 25:35


Jokes and An Inspiring Video



Shakey went to a psychiatrist. “Doc,” he said, “I’ve got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there’s somebody under it. I get under the bed, I think there’s somebody on top of it. Top, under, top, under. You gotta help me, I’m going crazy!”
“Let me take care of it,” said the shrink. “Come to me three times a week, and I’ll cure your fears.”
“How much do you charge?”
“A hundred dollars per visit.”
“I’ll sleep on it,” said Shakey.

Six months later the doctor met Shakey on the street. “Why didn’t you ever come to see me again?” asked the psychiatrist.
“For a hundred bucks a visit? A bartender cured me for ten dollars.”
“Is that so! How?”
“He told me to cut the legs off the bed!”


I Changed all my passwords to ‘incorrect.”

Whenever I forget, it will tell me: “Your password is incorrect.”


A little boy opened the big and old family Bible with fascination, and looked at the old pages as he turned them.
Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible, and he picked it up and looked at it closely. It was an old leaf from a tree that had been pressed between the pages.
‘Momma, look what I found,’ the boy called out. ‘What have you got there, dear?’ his mother asked. With astonishment in the young boy’s voice, he answered: ‘I think it’s Adam’s suit!’


While at MSDN site, a popup dialog appears:
“May we send you a survey? Enter email:”
I reply: “Nope”.
“Enter valid email address:”
“Leave me alone!”
“Enter valid email address:”
“Thank you”


A hypothetical situation where 20 CEO’s board an airplane and are told that the flight that they are about to take is the first-ever to feature Pilot less technology: It is an un-crewed aircraft.
Each one of the CEO’s is then told, privately, that their company’s software is Aircraft’s automatic pilot system. Nineteen of the CEO’s promptly leave the aircraft, each offering a different type of excuse.
One CEO alone remains on board the jet, seeming very calm indeed, asked why he is so confident in this first un-crewed flight, he replies “If it is the same software that runs my company’s IT systems, this plane won’t even take off.”

This is Confidence!


A young man asked an old rich man how he made his money.

The old guy fingered his worsted wool vest and said, “Well, son, it was 1932. The depth of the Great Depression. I was down to my last nickel. “I invested that nickel in an apple. I spent the entire day polishing the apple and, at the end of the day, I sold the apple for ten cents.”

“The next morning, I invested those ten cents in two apples. I spent the entire day polishing them and sold them for 20 cents. I continued this system for a month, by the end of which I’d accumulated a fortune of $1.37.”

“Then my wife’s father died and left us two million dollars.”


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Miracles Through Shifting (Dr. Wayne Dyer’s examples)


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After Dr. Wayne Dyer’s passing, a friend or a family member started updating his Facebook page daily with some of his most famous quotes. I then started to visit his page for a daily dose of Dr. Dyer, as many, many did. It seemed we couldn’t get enough of his teachings. He has touched the lives of millions of people and has raised millions of dollars for various schools and public broadcasting networks. I am one of many who can attest to how much impact he made in the lives of others while he was here on earth. Thinking about his life and his wonderful accomplishments, I believe it all started with the shift.

I remember him sharing his life story during a workshop I attended last June. The first story that he mentioned was how he made the tough decision to turn down a tenure-track position at St. John’s University. His original intention was to accept the offer, but as he was on his way to meet with the Dean of the school, some force lured him into pulling over to the side of the street to reconsider. When he met with the Dean later that day, he delivered the news that he would not be accepting the position and that he was instead going to part ways with the University to pursue his writing career.

Those familiar with the world of academia know that tenured positions are the dream. When I heard his story I instantly knew that this shift must have come from somewhere divine for him to have given up on the promises that come with tenure: Respect, privilege and of course, food on the table to feed his children. Such a shift required him to face uncertainty rather than certainty – which is perhaps the scariest feeling we encounter in this life. Forty years later, I’m sure he was glad he found the courage within to shift his life. His readers and students could never thank him enough for his decision. While his family and friends may have considered his decision crazy and unbelievable at the time, I’m sure they, too, are thankful he made the shift.

In this same workshop I attended with Dr. Wayne Dyer, he also told us about his book Erroneous Zones. It is about how, one day, he went to visit his father’s grave to curse him and blame him for a difficult past. He was led to return to the grave a second time, only this time, his anger was replaced by love. He let love flow through him, providing him with not only the strength to forgive his father, but to love him as well. Because of this shift from hatred to forgiveness to love, his life changed for the better. With the healing that took place through this shift, he was able to move on and finish his book in two weeks. I believe it was by allowing himself to forgive and feel love that he was able to connect with the divine and subsequently find inspiration to finish his book. This book has been translated into 47 languages, selling more than 80 million copies around the world.

Miracles happen all the time, and they do happen through shifting. Whenever we are faced with a decision we are unsure of, the best bet would be to follow our heart and our soul (and sometimes even our body, too) because they connect us with the divine. We may not always know what’s best for us, but divinity does – all we have to do is learn to trust and His miracles are ours for the taking. As we can learn from Dr. Wayne Dyer and the legacy he has left behind, sometimes having the courage to shift can not only changes our lives, but the lives of millions of others as well.

Seeing Miracles: Naupaka- Live with An Open Heart (Giving and Receiving Love)


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A couple of months ago, I went to Hawaii to spend a week visiting my daughter. I love to go to the beach in the early morning whenever I visit, so I can marvel at the Island’s beauty as I watch the ocean’s waves rise and fall upon the sandy shore. But on this particular morning, my attention shifted away from the water and onto the many plants thriving around the beach. As I took a closer look, I noticed that the flowers of a certain plant appeared to be missing half of their pedals. I remember a few years ago when I went to Maui, as I was on a garden tour offered by the hotel, a tour guide told us a story about this flower.
Legend has it that a Hawaiian princess known as Naupaka had fallen in love with a man named Kaui. Unfortunately, Kaui was not of noble birth, and the couple was forbidden from staying together. Naupaka and Kaui traveled long distances to find a way around this obstacle and found themselves speaking to a kahuna at a temple. He merely told them to pray at the temple, and they did as told. While the two lovers said their goodbyes, rain fell from the sky. As a final gesture of love, Naupaka tore the flower in her hair in half, one piece for each of them. As one departed for the beach with the other destined to stay in the mountains, the surrounding plants were pained by the lovers’ grief. So pained that they would never bloom full flowers again, only half flowers, dotting Hawaii’s beaches and mountains forever.


As I was looking at the flowers, I said loudly for the world to hear: “These are imperfect!” After saying this, my mind flashed to the image of a boy from the famous story of “Shaya.” Shaya’s father was struggling to find God’s perfection, until one day, a boy’s baseball team risked their chances of victory to let his disabled son play. Unfortunately Shaya’s disability prevented him from engaging in sports most of the time, so his father feared Shaya’s rejection when he asked to play baseball that day. To his surprise, the boy’s baseball team welcomed Shaya with open arms. Toward the end of the game, the opposing team was even cheering Shaya on, encouraging him all the way to scoring the winning home run. It was that day that Shaya’s father knew he had found God’s perfection.

Upon remembering this story I suddenly I realized that I had no right to make such a judgment of these half-pedaled flowers. At first glance, when we look at Shaya, we may not see God’s perfection. But, as we look closer, we see that he inspired immense love, empathy and compassion from the other kids in the baseball game. Within the love that shined upon Shaya, God’s perfection can be found.


In the eyes of man, both this flower and Shaya may not seem perfect. But through such perceived imperfections, God provides us with ultimate perfection – the power to love and accept one another. I was ashamed of having thought of these flowers as being imperfect, especially when so many others must of overlooked their beauty. I came to realize that judgment only prevents us from living with an open heart. When we live with an open heart we can see that everything is perfect in its own way; it may just take us time to realize it.

As I pondered the perfection of God, it dawned on me this is how miracles comes about, through the giving and receiving of love. It was the giving of love by those teammates that provided the miraculous opportunities for Shaya to play ball and score the game-winning homerun. It was also the love of Naupaka and Kaui that provided such a uniquely perfect flower for the people on the island of Maui to enjoy.


Wayne Dyer Reads The Shaya Story

My Life Story (8): Fire-Part 3

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Sad stories …

In fact, I was not the only victim of the unscrupulous realtor who sold me the motel. I visited several of her other clients. One was a merchant from Taipei known for his business acumen. He bought a hotel quite a distance from the city and overpaid more than a hundred thousand dollars for the property. I could not figure out how such a smart person could be cheated by a realtor. He shrugged helplessly and blamed jet lag.

An engineer retired from Los Angeles city hall also bought a hotel through same realtor. The location turned out to be unsafe, and he had to buy his home in a safer neighborhood. Like me, he too trusted someone who could not be trusted. Last but not the least was a business person who bought a property from her. She put her attorney’s name on the title instead of his. He got his money back with the help of gang members. Her ranking as a $10-million realtor was built on clients’ blood and tears.

What happened to Charles …

All the attorneys who represented the defendants did not want to contact Charles, the Dixie Mafioso. However, we had no choice but to take his deposition. Charles had moved to Austin to avoid investigation by Dallas law enforcement. My attorney went to see a psychiatrist to buck up his courage before we went to see him. Charles began the interview by asking how my husband was doing. I told him I could pray; then I gave him three gospel tracts. Strangely, he opened his jacket and carefully put them in the pocket above his heart. He died of three cancers half a year later. When I heard of his death, I could still picture how sincere he was as he accepted those tracts. Maybe he was anxious to receive salvation from God.

Goddess of justice …


Before leaving the court building, I passed by a statue depicting the Goddess of Justice. She carries three symbols: A sword symbolizes the punishment of evil. A set of balance scales symbolizes the weighing of evidence. A blindfold symbolizes how justice must be objective, without showing fear or favor, regardless of power, money, wealth, status or position.
I felt justice had indeed been blindfolded, but not in the way intended in the depiction of the goddess. I could not help crying, for there was no justice in my case. I was neither a natural-born American nor a native of Dallas. I had neither power nor money to pursue my case. The judge did not allow much of my evidence to be presented to the jurors. My evidence was not properly weighed on the scales. How could we get justice under these circumstances?

The judge is an incarnation of the Goddess of Justice …

In English, justice means “righteousness and fairness.” The word can also refer to a judge. It is right and proper for a judge to bring justice about. He represents an incarnation of the Goddess of Justice! I was unlucky to have as a judge a person who not only disregarded our evidence but belittled me. He told my attorney that he would overturn the verdict if I won the case. And that is what he did, in effect, by wielding his power to rule out evidence that would have vindicated me.

I won the lottery …

As for me, it seemed as if I had won the lottery – the lottery of bad luck! It is unbelievable that I could encounter so many bad people – the Dixie Mafia, the heartless realtor, a real estate lawyer without ethics and an unjust judge. But it added a lot of color to my life story. The fire happened many years ago, and my memory should be blurred, but it came back clearly, and I could recall all the details. It seemed as if the fire happened just yesterday.

Song of Life …

Nonetheless I had a hard time writing about the fire. While writing, I listened to a song by Yanni, “With An Orchid,” in the background. Its sense of sorrow and helplessness seemed to reflect my feeling about the writing I was doing. How I wished I could climb to the mountaintop and yell: “Oh, God! Do you see my grievance? Do you see my frustration? Do you feel my pain? Do you see how helpless I am? Is there no justice?”

I can’t let go …

I can’t put it away. I can’t let go. I can’t forgive them. Many times, tears filled my eyes and I had to stop writing. I remembered a Chinese saying: “The officials are free to burn down houses while the common people are forbidden even to light a lamp.” Is there no justice in this world?

When I think of what resulted from the conspiracy of Charles and the people involved … My brothers lost their jobs, my husband and I both fell ill, and I lost my children’s education fund. I endured endless pain and sorrow. How could I let go?

Pain …

At this moment, not only did I feel heartbroken, I also felt pain in my right big toe. I awoke at 3:30 a.m. Unable to go back to sleep, I studied the Bible. I saw the verses: Jesus prayed for those who put him on the cross, mocked him, despised him, spat on him. He said, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” (Luke 23-24) But I shook my head and told myself that I could not follow His example because I was a mere mortal.

Continuing my reading, I was amazed by the story of Joseph. He had had four different types of garments – a coat of many colors, slave clothing, prison clothing and garments of honor. Four different types of garments reflected his status in life from a 17-year-old to 30-year-old. In such a short span, he experienced being hurt, betrayed and saved. He had fallen to the bottom, and then climbed to the top as prime minister of Egypt. He saved his family and an entire nation. He became someone who could provide for others.

This story shook me, especially the word provide. I have more than 4200 subscribers to my blog. I was so downhearted and depressed. How could I lift and inspire others? I was filled with hatred. How could I write anything in my loveneverending blog, which emphasizes “love,” not “hate.” Oh, God! What should I do?”

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Prayer …
I went to visit Margaret, my family doctor. She said I had an ingrown toenail and asked a nurse to arrange for me to see a podiatrist. She also prayed that I could let go and forgive those who had hurt me. While she was praying, I suddenly thought of the story of a Navajo Indian, David. I left in a rush and had no time to think further about the story till I got home.

Miracle …

When I arrived home, I started looking for David’s story. Unexpectedly, I found the movie “Windtalkers,” directed by John Woo and starring Nicholas Cage. It is a good story about how Navajo Indians used an encoded version of their native language in radio transmissions to help the American troops and keep the enemy from understanding their messages during World War II. I liked the story, but I was particularly moved by the Indians’ state of mind. They let go of their feelings of oppression and the pain of being forced out of their homes by the same government for which they were now fighting. Instead, they helped the country win the war. Was it thanks to their culture that they could do this? Were they closer to nature? Or did they put country before tribe and home? Maybe their thinking is far superior to ours! Sure enough, watching the video of David the Navajo brought me an unexpected miracle …


To be continued…

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