god, you rock!

Today, I finally managed to make it to a crystal shop that I'd been wanting to check out for quite a while. I was supposed to have met up with Mike, a friend of a friend who ran another store at the same shopping centre, who would then introduce me to the crystal shop owners so that they would, hopefully, give me a better price for the pieces I would buy.

But of course nothing worked out as planned.

Mike's shop wasn't yet open when I got there at 11.40am, although I'd been told that it would be open at 11. I tried calling Mike on his cellphone, but there was no response. So I decided to take a chance and wander around the mall, which I hadn't been to before, and look for the crystal shop myself.

I'd been told by those who have been to it that the owners tend to be erratic with their operating hours, so I braced myself in case it was closed too.

It was open.

I wandered in with the idea of checking out the clear quartz crystal spheres that the shop carried, although I wasn't really looking to buy anything in particular.

Of course I ended up picking up a few things. And I got to meet Henry, a nice young man who helped out at the shop on a voluntary basis. We were chatting about crystals when a shelf full of large, free-form carnelians caught my eye.

I walked to the shelf and picked up a piece that had attracted my attention, still talking to Henry. Then he suddenly excused himself and left me alone to browse while he went to assist the owners in another part of the shop.

I was admiring the piece of carnelian that I'd picked up when I saw another, much larger and unusual-shaped piece. I carefully replaced the first piece and picked up the second. Before I could examine it properly, a third piece of carnelian on that shelf, which I hadn't noticed before, began to rock from side to side.

Startled, I thought that I must have accidentally brushed it with my hand while picking up the large piece, although I could have sworn that I hadn't touched anything other than the pieces that I had picked up, as I had been very careful.

Without thinking, I said aloud: "Why are you rocking when I didn't touch you?"

It stopped, and I picked it up to look at it. It was quite lovely, although its quiet beauty had to be noticed to be appreciated.

Somehow, I again got distracted by the first two pieces that I had seen earlier. So I very carefully returned that third piece to its place on the shelf and picked up the other two again.

Guess what. That third piece rocked again.

At that point, I decided that if it wanted to come home with me, who was I to argue?

So I mentally said goodbye to those other two pieces and returned them to the shelf. Then I picked up Rock Star and brought it to the cashier together with the
other crystals I had selected and paid for them.

When I got home, I put Rock Star on my dining table and gently pushed it to see if it would rock. It rocked slightly, perhaps three or four times, before steadying and stopping. I tried it again; a little harder this time. And again it rocked ... four, five times.

At the shop, it had rocked gently like a rocking chair.

I read up on carnelians, and discovered that one of the stone's spiritual properties is that it assists in taking action to manifest one's highest goals and dreams. Especially for people like me, who lean in the direction of spirituality and do their inner work from the heart chakra up, the carnelian aids in awakening the vital energies of the three lower chakras, increasing zest for living and the willingness to take the risks inherent in strong actions.

In other words, Rock Star has come into my life to rock my world, so that I can achieve my soul's desire and truly walk my life path.

What can I say? God, You rock!




Rock Star's front




Rock Star's back ... do you see what I see?

a special 2012 meditation on sentosa

The last time I went to Sentosa was sometime in September, when I and five others accompanied my spiritual mentor Elisabeth Jensen to help the island to "breathe". It was an amazing experience for me personally (see Our Very Own Magical Island posted on Oct 7 this year).

But it also turned out to be a lesson in commitment for me.

Elisabeth had mentioned, after that session, that it would be good if we could hold another meditation on the island on Dec 20. For the date 2012 -- because of its connection with the Mayan calendar's prediction of the year 2012 -- would be a powerful day spiritually, as many believe that energy portals will open up on that day to help raise the vibration of the planet as a whole.

At the time, I told myself that I would attend the meditation if one of the others in the group -- all powerful healers and teachers in their own right -- were to organise it. But in the end, it was I who was led to do it.

Somehow, the urge to return to the island and hold a meditation was so strong that it propelled me to create an event in my Facebook group, Angels And Light, and invite anyone who would be interested to attend the meditation. And somehow, as I was writing out the event description, I felt the need to include another meditation for the fairies on the island.

The response wasn't encouraging at first, but it slowly picked up. In the end, seven people confirmed their attendance, with a few more giving "maybe" replies. But I've learned from experience not to rely on "confirmed" attendances when it comes to spiritual matters.

So I just told myself to wait and see. I had no set idea as to how to conduct the meditations and what to say during them, but I trusted that God and the angels would lead and assist me when the time came. What was more difficult, for me, was prepping myself to stick to the plan and go on with the meditation even if no one turned up and it rained.

All I knew was that I had to conduct three meditations -- one to help those who came to connect with the universe and their higher selves; another to further open up the energy vortex there so that the healing energy from the Lemurian crystal underneath can channel more powerfully through and around the island and beyond; and a third to connect with the fairies and help them by rebalancing the energy on the island.

So yesterday, when I woke up, I prayed once more for lovely weather. I asked for a cool, breezy day and no rain. And I got it.

In fact, I got more than I'd bargained for.

Nine people turned up -- more than I had hoped. And when it was time to lead the first two meditations, the words simply came. And the meditations were powerful. One in the group felt the crystals he was holding vibrate, others felt a tingling in their hands or body. Some felt the energy from beneath build up and swirl around them before spreading to the island and beyond. One person saw bright golden light; another felt the energy and vibration of a higher being's presence.

And Isis was there. I was a little surprised at first, but I quickly realised that it wasn't surprising at all, as it was this beautiful, loving Egyptian goddess who had guided Elisabeth to help with the island's healing in the first place. She graciously channeled a message of thanks to all who had turned up for the meditations and blessed them.

Then we walked on to the next spot, for the meditation with the fairies. As I led the meditation, I thought I heard singing and music, but I gave it little thought as I concentrated on the words and images that were flooding my mind as I spoke.

It was only after it was over and the others shared that they had heard humming, singing and even the sound of ringing bells, that we realised the fairies had given us a lovely gift in return for sending them love, light and healing. Not only had they sent us love, light and healing in return, but they had also let us hear them.

Not everyone in the group had all or the same experiences, of course. Some hadn't heard the singing, but had felt their auras being cleansed and cleared both during and after the meditation. Others saw bright, twinkling sparks of fairy light. Yet others who hadn't seen or heard anything came away with a sense of love and peace which they hadn't had before.

And through it all, the Olympus camera that I'd brought along that afternoon alternated between taking crystal-clear pictures and startling ones that captured the energies that had been invisible to our naked eye but which had obviously been present.

So to all who joined me at Sentosa yesterday with the pure intention of connecting with God and your higher selves, and to help both the island and the fairies by sending them light, love and healing from your hearts, I humbly add my thanks to Isis' and the fairies'.

I'd also like to add that I believe that everyone of you -- like me -- got more than you bargained for. Because all that love, light and healing that you sent out came back to you a hundredfold.



After the first two meditations at The Heart Of The Forest on the Dragon Trail, I took a picture of the backs of the group as they headed down the trail to the next location for the meditation with the fairies. All I could see was showers of energy and light.




It couldn't possibly have been a camera malfunction, as this picture was taken after that, when we got to the site for our third meditation.



After the fairies meditation, it went all fuzzy again.



Heading out of the trail. The meditations were done, but the energies definitely weren't.



Final group shot before we parted company. Note how the dragon's head is clear but there's still fuzz around the group -- a combination of our auras and lots of energies and light.

gentleman rex

When I left for work this morning, I kissed my beloved cat Rex goodbye, knowing it would be the last time.

Rex had been ailing for about three months. The vet discovered that he was jaundiced, which meant that his liver and kidneys were in trouble. When he continued to lose weight despite medication, he was hospitalised for over a week.

Being kept on a drip with round-the-clock medical care for eight days didn't improve anything. Instead, his jaundice got worse and he refused to eat. Despite our visiting him twice a day, every day, he just got sadder and sadder.

So we tried leaving him at the vet's for the day and taking him home with us in the evenings. He liked that a lot better but he caught on really quickly. After the second morning of being carted to the vet's on our way to the office, he hid under the bed on the third morning when he saw us getting ready for work.

Worse, his condition did not improve.

In the end, after speaking to the vet, who assured us that Rex was not in pain, we agreed that we would all be much happier if we just took him home. So on the night of Nov 13, we picked him up from the vet's after work.

No medication was given for him. We all knew that he was coming home to spend his last days.

What we all did not expect was that he would live for a whole month more.

But Rex has always been the epitome of grace and love. He was a gentle soul, peace-loving and patient with everyone. He could always be counted on to accept a new arrival in the house, and even when the younger cats were extra naughty or annoying, he seldom lost his temper.

In all his 14 years, the times when he actually lost his cool and smacked one of the other cats never failed to surprise us -- proof of how few and far between such instances were.

I called him Gentleman Rex because he always did the right thing and had such a charming, courtly way about him.

And oh, how he loved us. I didn't realise how much until now.

Because he was no longer eating, the vet had advised us to simply syringe small amounts of chicken soup, water, an isotonic drink, and even a solution of glucose and water into his mouth at regular intervals throughout the day.

So we would make different Chinese-style soups for him every day -- chicken one day, pork ribs the next, fish the day after. We wanted him to get whatever nutrients he could take in. He didn't like it, but Rex, ever the gentleman, patiently accepted our awkward, amateurish attempts at syringeing liquids into his mouth.

We spent as much time as we could with him before and after work, and we brought him up on our bed to sleep with us at nights. Sometimes we'd put him on the bed first and potter around a little more before coming to bed, and he would sit up alertly, watching and waiting for us to join him. Then he would walk on unsteady legs to lie between our pillows.

Every morning, he would wake up just after 6 because breakfast for the other cats is about 6.30, and he knew that once everyone had had their breakfast, it would be his turn for some soup. And then I would carry him out into the garden for some fresh air, where he could watch the others play.

I would sit outside with him every morning, until he decided he'd had enough and turn towards home. Then I'd bring him in, towel-dry the dew from the grass off him, and settle him down on a fresh towel under the bed, where he liked to be the rest of the day.

Last Friday morning, after being home for three weeks, he rose from where he'd been sitting on the grass for several minutes and walked away from the house.

"Don't go too far, Rex," I said to him. "Mummy'll come get you soon."

He turned back to look at me and then carried on walking.

I'll join him soon, I said to myself. He's too weak to go too far, anyway.

And then i got distracted by something.

Minutes later, I walked in the direction Rex had gone and realised he was nowhere in sight. I panicked. I couldn't believe he could have moved so quickly and so far in his condition.

The thought that he had gone into hiding in order to die, as animals do, crossed my mind but I pushed it away because I could not accept that I had lost him.

But I had.

I can't remember how many times I combed the grounds of the condominium estate, stooping low to sweep aside leaves and underbrush, looking into drains and calling his name. I couldn't stop weeping because I blamed myself for allowing him to disappear.

People who saw me that day must have thought I was mad. Because for eight hours, at regular 15-to-20 minute intervals, this red-eyed, dishevelled woman would comb the grounds, calling for Rex and invoking the angels for help.

I ventured further afield to search the nearby canal, which is connected to the drains in and around my estate. I walked along the roads surrounding my estate, looking into drains and calling his name. My worst fear was that he had gotten lost in the network of drains and would be swept out to sea when it rained.

And the sky threatened to open up that day. I prayed to God for help: Please don't let it rain.

I begged Archangel Michael to protect and find him.

I pleaded with Archangel Raphael to continue nursing him, making sure he was not in any pain or suffering.

And I called for both Rex's and my guardian angels to bring him back to me.

I prayed for a miracle and I got it.

Eight hours later, I went on yet another round of the estate, still pleading with the archangels and angels as I scoured for Rex. And I saw him.

Almost obscured behind some tall grass, he was tentatively peering around him. My heart stopped. I couldn't be sure it was him as I was still fairly far away, but I wasn't taking any chances. I ran as fast as I could and jumped down a high ledge, hurting my wrist in the process, to get to him before he disappeared again.

It was him. He didn't realise it was me at first and tried to run when he saw me coming towards him. But I managed to catch him and lift his frail, slight body into my arms. The moment he realised it was me, he purred.

I walked home with him held tightly in my arms, thanking God, the archangels, Rex's guardian angel, my guardian angel and all the angels who had been with the both of us all this time. All I can say is, I understand what the Bible means when it talks about how the angels in heaven rejoice when the shepherd finds his lost sheep.

The thanksgiving that filled my heart overflowed. I could feel the angels and archangels sharing my joy, just as Brian (who had been struggling to work despite his fear and worry) and Jordan (who'd had to go to school that day) did when I told them I'd found Rex.

And through it all, not a drop of rain fell around my estate, although I heard later that there had been heavy rain in many parts of the island that day.

Rex stayed with us for another week before finally going home, into the light, at 11.58am today. Sadly, Brian and I had to leave him in the loving care of our maid Rowena earlier on because we had to go to work.

How I wanted to call in sick, but as I had actually been on medical leave just a few days before because of a particularly virulent stomach virus, I couldn't do it with a clear conscience. And Fridays are the heaviest work days for both Brian and me.

And so we stroked, cuddled and kissed him one last time this morning. We thanked him for coming into our lives 14 years ago to gift us with his love. We told him what a difference he had made, what joy he had given us, how much we loved him, how we would always be a family, and that we would be together again.

We told him it would be okay for him to go when it was time, that Archangel Michael had promised he would pick him up in his strong, protective and loving arms and walk with him into the light, that Archangel Raphael had and would continue to take away all pain so that he would remain comfortable, and that his guardian angel would carry on loving and watching over him.

He was too weak to purr, slipping in and out of sleep as we sat with him. Then just before we had to leave, he suddenly stiffened and stretched and called out. Immediately we gathered closer, reaffirming our love and telling him not to be afraid to go into the light if it was time.

We thought it was the end. But then I noticed that he was still breathing, although very shallowly. And he seemed to be sleeping. I actually could feel Michael's presence and I knew it was almost time for Rex to go.

We couldn't do anything more. We had made the necessary arrangements for his burial and we were already late for work.

Reluctantly, our hearts breaking, we left the house. And over an hour later, Rex passed on. He never woke up from his sleep.

Looking back, I believe that Rex probably did go away to die the week before.

But because we were so distraught by his disappearance, and because I prayed so hard for God and the angels to bring him home to us, I believe the archangels and angels had a talk with him, explaining the situation.

I believe that Rex, out of great love for us, chose to come home to save us from heartbreak.

For why else would he, in such sickly and weakened state, have come out of hiding after eight long hours?

And I believe that because he told them he would return to us, the angels helped to orchestrate my finding him -- for I was led to the place where he appeared out of nowhere at just the right time, for me to spot him.

Last but not least, I also believe that the first time he stretched and called out this morning was the actual time for him to go, because I felt Michael's presence so strongly. But Rex chose to stay on for just a while longer, to be sure that Brian and I had really accepted and made peace with his leaving. And God and the angels granted this for all our sakes.

I am both awed and humbled by the power of such love. How blessed we are to be loved so much and so well.

Thank you, my beloved Rex. Till we meet again, my perfect gentleman.



Visiting Rex while he was hospitalised. Both his paws were swollen from the constant intravenous drip that he was on.

getting to know gabriel

The more I work with the angels, the more miracles occur in my life. And I am constantly awed by the way God and His messengers work.

Yesterday was the first time that I conducted a two-hour session called Get To Know Gabriel.

As with the Meet Michael session, I read up and researched on Gabriel and trusted her to guide and help me come up with a guideline for the workshop.

While preparing for Gabriel's session, I was struck by the difference in response this time around.

When I announced my intention to conduct both archangel sessions, I received several emails and phone texts inquiring about the Meet Michael session. Many people expressed their keenness to attend the session, excited about meeting Michael and learning to connect and work with him.

No one wrote or called to ask about Gabriel's workshop.

Right up to yesterday morning, as I meditated and prepared for the afternoon session, I had no idea if anyone would even turn up.

Poor Gabriel, I thought. Everybody knows Michael and wants to connect with him, but no one seems very keen on getting to know and working with you.

About five minutes before 3pm, when the session was supposed to begin, the first person arrived. And then the second person came. In the end, four people turned up -- two more than had turned up for Michael's session.

And the session went wonderfully.

While Michael, whom I am particularly connected to, gave physical proof of his presence by turning over a pendant that had been placed on the altar, Gabriel proved her presence in a different way:

By quietly preparing and working on the hearts and lives of those who eventually turned up for the session well before yesterday, very likely without their even realising it. For after it was over, they privately shared with me that they had all been keen to attend Michael's session but had somehow been unable to make it in the end.

Yet after Gabriel's session, they realised they had probably needed to work with her softer, gentler but no less powerful energy before working with Michael.

And, as usual, I came away with a lesson too: Never underestimate the angels.

I needn't have worried for Gabriel. I'm glad she has a sense of humour and didn't take offence at my little "poor you" spiel.

And oh, have I mentioned how awestruck I am... again?