Heaven is a place on Earth

As I walk on a mild summer day, my mind wanders, when my surrounding is a bit dreamy, an atmosphere of heaven is a place on earth. The sail summer camp season is on full steam ahead. There are many … Continue reading →

To Whom It May Concern

My nephew sent me a copy of a letter from a ten-year-old girl who is interested in architecture. It has been her dream to become an architect since she was eight-years-old. What is life like to become an architect of … Continue reading →

It’s been a long week

Warm weather and sunny skies permeate the Vancouver City while some parts of Canada is living the extreme weather condition. My sister went to visit Toronto, and she is stranded due to poor weather condition. In the meantime, I wake … Continue reading →

On Writing

I am pleased to say that some of my posts became useful to others particularly to my sister, Susan Papas Hauck. It provided links to other seekers who are in their journey to a path beyond comprehension. Unbeknownst to me, … Continue reading →

Human Soul

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Just before I woke up from a deep sleep, I dreamt of a single red rose. I can’t remember what the dream was, but the rose stayed with me. The night before, I watched a video of Aokigahara Documentary.The narrator has the … Continue reading →

For the future generation

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Joshua came into her dream. In a grocery store, I was trying to reach a 2 litter Dr. Pepper from the top shelf. A hand came from behind me and said “I gotcha mum”. It was Josh. He told me … Continue reading →

Meanwhile, In Canada

When I was younger, I wanted to learn how to drive and own a car. I realized this dream and drove all over British Columbia. I wanted to see places and see many faces. I met First Nations, Doukhobors, Freedomites, … Continue reading →

A man and his dogs

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All he wanted to have is ten-acre of land and his dogs. For years, that’s all he can think and talk about. On the land will be a small house with a workshop to tinker around. The spacious land will be … Continue reading →

Mother T. How I met her.

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It was a warm afternoon when I suddenly came out of my meditation hearing the voice “Mother T died.” Mother T? Who is Mother T? Where did that voice come from? Perplexed, I ended the meditation and continued the daily … Continue reading →

Build your secret slowly

If you want your dream to be, Build it slow and surely.  Small beginnings greater ends.  Heartfelt work grows purely.  If you want to live life free,  Take your time go slowly.  Do few things but do them well.  Simple … Continue reading →

Last night, as I was sleeping

Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt—blessed vision!— that a fountain flowed here in my heart. I said: Why, O water, have you come along this secret waterway, spring of new life, which I have never tasted? Last night, … Continue reading →

Another dream…

Looking for a story, this is what I found. I will never ask why the chicken cross the road from now on.

Memo to self: Keep looking for teachable moments in your own life.

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And when you find one, remember, “Learning is the thing for you!” The best thing […]  is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie … Continue reading →

Dreaming my Dreams

I am a dreamer of dreams
Wandering around from the periphery
Quiet to remain unnoticed.

Here I feel safe
Safe in the hands of a lifeguard
Guarding  precious lives.

Along the winding path
Willows weep as I pass by
Or maybe bowing to pay respect.

The boardwalk will take me away
Into secluded area where tall grasses grow
Fairies and dragonflies will stop out of curiosity.

A bench is waiting at the end
As I can see it’s already taken
By someone dreaming my dreams.

October Peace Challenge: The Key of Peace – A Celebration

Everyday is thanksgiving day.

Happy Thanksgiving Day Everyone.

Put all your fingers, hand, body, mind and soul together.

Enjoy every moment as it comes, play and dance to the melody of life

This is my vision of peace where one plays together even if you are off key. 

 

Thank you, Paulette.

Pax Tecum.  Seeker.

 

Related links:

• October Peace Challenge
• Peace Moving Beyond Hate
• Let it be written, let it be done
• Music A Universal Language

The Way

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Unlike Martin Sheen in the movie The Way, I came to walk the earth and walking part of Camino Santiago de Compostela is just one of my dreams.  If you have seen the movie, this Posada was in the movie. … Continue reading →

Come and visit me in my dream

Every night, before going to bed, I say a little prayer.  Prayer consist mostly of thanksgiving.  At the end of the prayer, I whisper to God to come and visit me in my dreams.  

I say this because of the history on Joseph and his technicolor dreams.  Being able to dream like Joseph is one of my dreams. 

I love dreaming and I kept a journal of them.  Out of curiosity, I studied with a Jungian therapist to help me interpret some of the dreams.  It was interesting to learn the texture of a dream. 

When talking about dreams, we talked in present tense to bring it to life.  What is the colour, the taste, the smell, the feel and the sound?  We used our five senses. 

These are my dreams for the past two days: 

On Sunday, I have to wake myself up.  I did not like my dream at all.  It feels as if I am dying.  Paralyzed or maybe it was sleep paralysis?  Who knows?  I woke up tired. 

On Monday, I had another dream that I want to stay in it longer.  But Maurice, the cat, woke me up.  I woke up peacefully and I replayed the dream over and over again in my head all day long. 

I am standing on the right side of the door and on the left side is sibling # 6.  We are outside the door looking in.  We are looking at a beautiful room, freshly painted with all shades of colour.

The wall’s background is sky blue.  On top of the blue, the design is hard to describe as if it’s painted by an artist.  There were green, yellow, orange, pink.  These colours are soft and pleasant to look at.  It’s a very peaceful room.

A single bed is on the right side covered with lacy white sheet.  It’s so inviting that I want to go inside the room and lie on the bed.

Mother is resting on the bed.  All I see is her legs from the knee down to her feet. I know it’s her even though I don’t see her face.

Who painted the room?  I asked sibling #6.

Sibling # 2 painted the room.  She responded.

I stood by the door for the longest time admiring the workmanship of sibling #2.  However, she is not in the dream; just me and #6.

 What a heavenly dream.  My mother died in 2000 and to see her is my dream is wonderful. 

“In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.”  John 14:2

Rated “R”

No such thing as my last attempt for I refuse defeat.  Not in my vocabulary.

I love motorbikes and the joy of riding it.  A two-wheeler powered with diesel, way better than an ordinary bicycle.

A friend of mine took me up in the mountain to teach me how to ride a motorbike.  Why the mountain?  For one, it’s quiet and safe.  The ground is mother earth instead of concrete pavement.  Obstructions are trees instead of pedestrians.  Oh, it was so much fun.

However, being small in stature, I can’t reach the ground when I hold up the motorbike in stationery.  Minor problem.  Just let myself fall, bike included on top of me.

I didn’t mind it at the time during my younger days.  Scratch and bruises.  I envisioned myself driving in the fast lane, free as a bird, hair was blown by the wind.  I can feel my adrenaline pumping.

Reality set in, my friend realized it’s not a sport for me.  What?  Please don’t give up on me.  He did.

Relationship included.

Well, I shall return and this time with a vengeance and with full respect.  In due time, I have to treat my body with respect.  A three-wheeler. 

This is m dream.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Illumination – “EYE” Dream

Illumination is more than an ordinary light to me.  To be illuminated is has to touch the very core of my soul.

This picture was taken in one of the Churches in Rome.  It reminded me of my dream. Should you be interested in knowing the dream, click on Eye Dreamed post.

 

The EYE of GOD

This is my Quest…

A writing challenge: New Year’s Resolution not a dream, not impossible… 

Many times I resolved to make a resolution, a total failure.  Therefore, I resolve to fail less… three is doable.  It will be more of a goal, and not a resolution.  I make my goals fun and enjoyable, not a chore.    

• Every year, I make sure that I do one thing that I haven’t done in my life.  For example, last year, I learnt how to bake cookies and cakes.  I was well liked by those cookie monster and cake fiends.  A very expensive way to learn.  Done.  Next?  Next is learning how to bake a traditional ham or turkey that my family always make.  The guinea pigs are my next door neighbour who made me mushroom soup for Christmas.  And I did, ham first.  We had it for New Year’s Day.  Now my neighbour wants it to be a tradition.  Are you kidding me?  The turkey has to wait.  The guinea pigs will be my nieces.  I promised them to have a YaYa cousinhood at my place.  They were pinning since they have not set their foot in my sanctuary.  They saw the pictures in the Facebook and how they love to check it out.  Yah, right.  It will be a dry get together, I said.  They agreed.
• Gardening.  What new plant would I want to try this year starting from seeds?  This would take time visiting Garden Centres, reading Garden Magazines and visiting Community Gardens.  I enjoy gardening and it’s so much fun.
•  Walking.  This is a must since I am planning to join Walkers’ World this year to Santiago de Compostela.  It’s vital that I am able to walk at least 10k a day.  That is equal to walking around Stanley Park in Vancouver, BC.  Not a big deal, since I do walking meditation and I have now a camera to take pictures along the way. Can’t wait.

A Prayer of New Beginnings by St. Mary

God of new beginnings, we are walking into mystery.
We face the future, not knowing what the days and months will bring us
or how we will respond.
Be love in us as we journey.
May we welcome all who come our way.

 

 

DP: The Early Years – In my dreams

“Write page three of your autobiography” 

Chapter One – Where is Father? 

Page one:

Wednesday child is full of woe, so the saying goes, but life itself is full of woes. I was born on a Wednesday…. 

Page two:

What’s wrong with this baptismal picture?  Mother is carrying me, she is so beautiful…. Where is Father…? 

Page three:

The house I lived in Davao City, Philippines.  It’s a beautiful big house and darkness envelopes my little brain.  Dark and alone in the mezzanine, I was looking down at the wooden bars.  Can’t see what’s down below but I can see myself sitting on the wooden flooring.  A doll in my arm made of plastic and hairless.  One eye missing, the other eye closed as if it’s sleeping with long black lashes.  The arms are movable as well as the legs.  The head can turn 360 degrees around just like the head of the girl in horror show Exorcist.  It’s a hand me down doll from my other six sisters, I am the youngest amongst the girls.  Why am I alone in the dark?  Have I just woken up or am I sick?  Where is everybody, yet I silently sit in the dark, not a whimper came out from my innocent lips? 

Another image:  I was standing at the foot of the bed starring in excitement at this small baby lying in the middle of a humongous bed.  My youngest brother, he is Brother Number 6.  Brother 4 and Brother 5 were standing beside me.  I was suffering from a cold and mucous.  Being sick, I have to stay away from a newly born baby.  Mother does not want the baby to catch my colds.  A mucous started dripping from my nose.  I stuck my tongue out, curled it upwards and licked the slippery white substance to clean off the upper part of my lips.  It’s salty and thick. 

 Where is Father? 

  

  “Lady, I’m lonely.  Come and stay with me.”  Grandma asked.  I obeyed Grandma’s request for I was terrified of her.  I climbed into her coffin.  One of my legs is already in the coffin and Father showed up.  “Lady, go home.  Mother needs you.”  Then I woke up.  Father came to visit me, in my dream.

DP: Immortalized in Stone – Professional Day

“Your personal sculptor is carving a person, thing or event from the last year of your life. What’s the statue of and what makes it so significant?

“Yeah, no school.  It’s Professional Development Day.  What can I do to take advantage of this day?  Teachers have so many options offered by their association.  Staffs have two courses course offered by their union:  Dealing with Difficult People and Assertive vs. Aggressive.  The venue is located at one of the schools.  Since I am a staff member, I registered for both. 

The school was empty when I arrived.  It’s strange to be at a school with no children running, playing, laughing. The hallway was so eerily quiet. The office was manned by administrative support staff.  The classroom where the seminar was held has a bulletin board with different articles posted.  Having an inquisitive mind, when there’s a bulletin posted, I read what is posted be at school or lamp-post.  

Two articles caught my attention: “Stop workplace drama” and “Myself and the world around me.”  One of my peers wanted a copy of “Myself…”  I offered to take a copy for him since I know where the photocopy machine is located.  I also wanted a copy, and I used my camera to take a picture of “Myself…”  The picture didn’t turn out properly.  Thank goodness my peer has a copy. 

Should I want to be immortalized, I want a plaque written according to “Me and My World” placed at school ground and head office.  This poem speaks volumes about my second life in another part of the world.  The flags which she drew happened to be the same country were I came from, Philippines, and we both now belong to Canada.  I am proud of this child and for the teacher who helped her shape her mind and for the parents as well.  I contacted the teacher at the school if she could ask the student to allow me to share her poem.  Request granted.  Sharing is the best way to learn, and I am sharing with you a brilliant child’s mind about Know, Belief, Wonder, Fear, and Dream.  

Janzen Camara is the Author of Myself and the world around me.  She is a Grade 10 student of Tupper Secondary School, one of 108 schools of Vancouver School Board.  Thank you, Ms. Janzen Camara. 

“Example isn’t another way to teach, it is the only way to teach.” – Albert Einstein

I Believe

I Wonder

I Dream

I Fear

I know

DP: Just a Dream – “Eye” dreamed.

You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us what you find on the other side.

Dreams, I like dreaming even if it turns into a nightmare.  Nightmares are just dreams, nothing to be scared about.  It’s scarier when I am wide awake having to deal with everyday living.  Pick a door?  When I pick a particular entry that opens to the unknown and enter it, what’s behind one door is connected to the other gate.  It does not really matter which door I choose.  This is what I call a dream within a dream.  I can quickly go back to a dream and continue dreaming.

There is a particular dream that is etched in the most recesses of my mind, body, and soul.  The time was the early year of 1998.  I was temporarily living in the basement of my friend, Jan, as I was on my way to be of service to ABC (AIDS Baby Centre) in Chiangrai, Thailand.  That basement was hellish, but I told Jan, I will turn hell into heaven.  And I did.  Jan just loves how I transformed her basement into heaven.

About the dream, skipping the details, this is the ending:  I opened my eyes, and I saw a single EYE surrounded by luminous light.  The Eye was staring at me.  I don’t know how long I started back.  And suddenly, fear kicked in, and I said: “Lord, I am not ready for this.”  Then I closed my eyes and went to deep dreamless slumber.  I woke up and missed out the better part of the morning, it was almost noon.

Ever since I become fixated with eyes.  I look at everyone’s eyes to see if I could capture that eye in someone else.  I am longing to go back to that “Eye” dream. I am now ready to look straight to that “Eye.”  As a result, my nightly prayer before I lay down to sleep, my last words are:  “Lord, come and visit me in my dreams.”