more rainbow healing!

Another rainbow appeared in our skies this evening, after yet another storm in the afternoon. This one was just as big as last week's; just not as vibrant visually.

But still, it was a beauty, and totally awesome.

I wasn't as fortunate as I had been last week. By the time I reached home, the sun had gone down and it was already getting dark ... so no rainbow.

But two kind colleagues, who had seen it from one of the windows in the office earlier, brought the rainbow to my attention. So as soon as I finished work just before 7, I dashed out of the office to catch a glimpse of it while waiting for Brian to pick me up.

Driving home all the way, in heavy traffic, I kept peering up the windscreen to try to catch sight of it.

Perhaps it was the weather. Perhaps it was because of the smog, as Brian said. But it was a little more difficult to see it. Yet even though I didn't manage to experience it the way I had last week, the rainbow light and energy was still powerful enough for me to feel it while we were travelling in the car.

A girlfriend who sent me a text message to tell me about the rainbow wanted to know what this second huge rainbow appearing in our sky, so soon after the first, meant.

I think it's just God's beautiful way of confirming that better things are to come.

All higher beings are of the light and made of light.

Mother Mary's light is rainbow hued.

The new generation of children who are entering the world today, who are very connected to their higher selves and to the spiritual law that says we are all one with God, are called the Rainbow children.

The world as we know it is changing, transforming ... just as mankind on the whole is moving up a notch in mass consciousness.

That's what the rainbow light and energy is about: Transformation. Ascension. Moving on to better things, a better world where love and peace will overcome hatred and war.

That's a promise that I have utter faith in. Nothing can be more beautiful than that.

somewhere under the rainbow

We had a mother of an electrical storm early this evening, complete with awesome zigzags of lightning ripping the sky apart which were accompanied by reverberating booms of thunder that would have sent our dog Churchie running under the bed to hide, were he still alive.

The cosmic rock concert lasted all of 10, 15 minutes and then it just rained.

Being Singaporeans used to tropical thunderstorms, most of us didn't think much of it and carried on with our day ... until we made our way home after work.

For the hugest, most perfect and gorgeous rainbow adorned our sky.

Sitting in the car with Brian as he drove along the expressway, we both saw the rainbow at the same time and we both gasped at its size and beauty.

Despite our tropical weather, we don't often see rainbows after a storm here in Singapore. The ones that we do have always appeared more far away and, hence, fainter in colour.

But this one was a gigantic, clearly defined arc with the most brilliant, vibrant colours. It was just so in-your-face, and I've never seen anything like it.

Even through our rain-dappled windscreen, its magnificence was breathtaking. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

When we got home, it was just about 7 and still light (a rare occurrence for me, as I don't often get home till about 8pm). But what made it extra wonderful was that the rainbow was still visible, and now it seemed to arch right in front of our home.

The moment we got out of the car, we could see it in its entirety, in full, glorious technicolour.

We called Jordan out to look at it, and these pictures were taken by him, with his camera phone, from the stoop outside our apartment.

We got even more excited when we saw that the rainbow had a "double" arching over it. Its colours were fainter, and it wasn't a complete arc, but still it was there.



For almost five minutes, the three of us stood gazing up at this beautiful, awe-inspiring proof of God's power of creation and love. I don't know if Brian and Jordan realised it, but we were all buzzed by the high-voltage rainbow energy and light.

We watched some birds fly across the sky, as if trying to touch that beautiful arc of light and colour, and then the sun went down. All too soon, the rainbow "lost" half its arch before swiftly disappearing from view.

I thank God for this very special gift today -- a truly up-close-and-personal healing with rainbow light and energy.

And I believe that all who were beneath this rainbow today, whether we were standing outdoors admiring it or cooped up in cars or buildings, oblivious to it, received a dose of healing energy and light. It was that powerful.

Even now, as I write this, I can still feel the buzz of rainbow energy running through me. What a high.

And oh yes, I've fallen in love with God all over again.

More pictures (taken by me)!!

happy birthday, sweet 16

My son Jordan turned 16 today.

Where has the time flown?

I see this lanky young man standing before me, and images of a newborn baby with a full head of hair and tiny, long fingers flash before my eyes. I can still hear him, as a toddler, clapping his hands and singing when we were on the bus home after an outing one day, entertaining the other passengers with his infectious joy and little chipmunk voice.

I miss the long, curly ponytail that he'd had to have cut off when he started primary school -- a lock of hair that we'd left uncut since he was a baby.

I miss the little boy who used to quietly slip his hand into mine or his Dad's whenever he needed reassurance, the child who would unhesitatingly climb onto our laps for a kiss and a cuddle whenever he wanted because he was so confident of our love.

The young man who stands before me today won't let me hug him in public because it's uncool and embarrassing. But every night before he goes to bed, he willingly gives me a goodnight kiss, and returns the occasional hug that I manage to steal.

This young man no longer tells us everything, and there are things in his life that we do not know about. But while we've taught him that privacy is to be respected, he also knows that it is not to be abused; that truth and trust are to be held in even higher regard. So I'm grateful that he still willingly tells us about his day, choosing to share with us the things that matter -- his friends, his thoughts, his fears and his dreams.

As I look at Jordan today, I still see my baby, my little boy. But I also see the sensitive, compassionate, peace-loving and intelligent teenager that he is, and the wonderful man that he is becoming.

And I am grateful for this very precious gift that God entrusted into our care.

Happy birthday, son.

there can be unity in diversity

Every year, when the Lunar New Year rolls around, someone always asks if I celebrate it. Yes I do, I always say.

I may not celebrate it in a purely traditional Chinese way, but it’s still an occasion that I look forward to. For me, this is often a poignant time because it reminds me of who and what I am.

My family -- including my in-laws -- always come to lunch on the first day of every Lunar New Year. Over the years, visiting friends and family have also found their way to my table on this day, and it is always a time of camaraderie and laughter.

This year, my dining table groaned under the weight of oxtail devil curry, Malay chicken curry, beef rendang, waxed pork sausages, homemade ngoh hiang (meat rolls), homemade char siew (barbecued pork), roast pork, udang nanas (prawns in pineapple curry) and asparagus with tofu.

And I was surrounded by Chinese, Eurasians, an Indian and a Dutchman -- every one of whom was family. A combination of English and Cantonese was spoken at the table, and if any of my dad's side of the family had joined us, Malay would have been added to the mix.

If it wasn't for the fact that everyone was shaking hands and wishing each other "Happy New Year!" while exchanging hongbaos, this could have been just any family get-together.

And for me, that's exactly what this was: a celebration of family; about ties that cannot be broken by anything -- least of all language, race or religion.

The eclectic menu that we enjoyed was simply a reflection of the diversity that makes up my family; that is a part of me.

My mum's pure Chinese, my dad isn't (there's Dutch blood somewhere but he grew up in a Peranakan family). My husband is Eurasian, with Portuguese ancestry. One of my two sisters is married to a Chinese. My husband's sisters are married to Chinese, Indian and Dutch men. According to my dad, my son is maybe a third or a quarter Chinese.

Much as I love Christmas, it is really during the Lunar New Year that I am reminded of my roots and grounded by them. And I rejoice in the fact that such a large group of people, with such diverse ethnic and cultural backgrounds, can still come together as a family, bound by the common threads of love and respect.

And at times like this, I'm also proud to be Singaporean, for it is truly one of the few countries in the world where people of different religions and cultures can sit together at a table to share food and conversation, in celebration of each other's festivals.

If it can be done at my home, and in this country, then surely it can also be done elsewhere in the world.

Happy New Year.

happy birthday to me

I've spent most of my birthday at work. Twelve straight hours in the office. I'd really wanted to get a day off today, but it being a Friday (the busiest day of the week at work), I couldn't.

So... bummer.

But there were lots of bright moments throughout the day.

Thanks to Facebook, a lot more people were alerted to the occasion and the well wishes that came my way -- not just from Singapore, but also Abu Dhabi, Australia and Germany -- really made a difference. Those well wishes started coming in from yesterday and kept on coming till about 11 tonight.

Wow.

I know some people will laugh and say that it's quick and easy to send birthday greetings these days because it's free.

Sure.

But I am still touched and grateful for the fact that these people
1. cared enough about me to even want to greet me on my birthday
2. took precious time off their busy schedules to type or text me a message of love and well wishes.

As I sit here now, I do regret that I was unable to spend my birthday more meaningfully.

But I'm glad to have this time now to reflect a little on the past year, on the choices I've made and the things that I've done. Not all have been wise and wonderful, but the fact that there are people in the world who love me and wish me well despite that, tells me I'm also doing some things right.

And that's a great birthday gift. Thank you all very much.

the letter

It's been a tough week.

Having returned to work only on Jan 6 after being on leave since before Christmas, getting back into the office routine has been a little difficult. And it isn't because I'm still nursing a hangover from the festive season.

I was actually really busy, juggling Christmas and my son's new school year preparations, but I loved every minute of it.

I got to catch up with friends whom I don't often get to spend much time with because of our busy work schedules. Best of all, I got to just be around my husband Brian and son Jordan, and enjoy one another's company. In between wrapping presents and preparing for Christmas, I spent whatever time I could conducting angel readings, healings, workshops and meditations.

My days and nights were full, but I was happy.

Even before I went on leave, I'd been getting signs and indications that the new year would bring more changes for me, and that I would very likely end up working part-time and doing more spiritual work. But because of the economic crisis, I thought I'd better hold on to my stable job for as long as possible, just to be safe.

But going back to work has confirmed that I am now at a point in my life where a career is no longer as important as it used to be. It's a good job, but it isn't something that I'd like to do for the rest of my life. Most of all, I hate the unending office politics and the negative energy that comes with it.

I knew in my heart that change was coming; I just wasn't sure when or how it would happen. But my answer came much sooner than I dreamed it would.

On Friday, we got our annual letters from Human Resources that tell us how well or how badly we've been banded by our supervisors, and how much, if at all, of a salary increment we will get. Let's just say that mine was a bummer.

Knowing that my immediate supervisor, who is younger, feels threatened by my experience and skills, I have tried for the past year to keep as low a profile as possible at work. I simply put in a full day's work and go home because I have found a joy and fulfilment in my home life and spiritual work that my job cannot compete with.

Yet despite lying low, everything about me riles her. And nothing that I do is right, as far as she is concerned. The letter that I got was proof of that.

But Brian has been wonderful. He was as upset as I was, at first. But later he came to me and suggested that I should consider working part-time so that I can concentrate on my spiritual work.

"We can easily tighten our belts," he said. "We've already got all that we need. We have our house, our car, and our animals. And you have your angels. You can just work three times a week and do your spiritual work. We'll manage. And we'll be happy."

And that's when I realised that this is how God and the universe has worked things out for me. The letter was simply a physical sign that was sent to me to confirm my life path. Better yet, it served to help Brian understand and accept that this is the direction which is best for me to take.

And he's right. I do have all that I need.

I am blessed with a loving husband, a wonderful son, beloved pets, supportive parents, true friends, a roof over our heads, food on the table, and a car to get around in. I also have guides, angels and archangels always around me, guiding, protecting and working with me. And last but not least, I have an almighty God who loves and watches over me, and who provides me with the tools and the assistance that I need to live a happy, fulfilling life -- even when I don't know what I want or need.

After having read my letter on Friday, I stuffed it into my handbag and couldn't even look at it again without feeling upset and angry.

Today, I look at the letter and I feel love and gratitude. For all that I have, and for the knowledge of what truly is important to me.

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?