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Dream - Failing to get to destination
Published by Wai on June 1, 2020 12:53pm.  Category: General

 

Failling to get to desination

 

I also have this dream, many times over the last 5 years, with some variations:

 

I am a senior surgeon in a military hospital and over due for a transfer. My transfer orders finally arrived and I will be leaving in a couple of days time. On the day of departure, I packed my belongings, ready to leave in the late afternoon. After a simple lunch at the mess hall, I walked around the hospital and said goodbye to my colleagues. I then went back to my bunk and collected my bags. A car came and took me to the transport depot. I sat at the depot but the vehicle to take me to the airport never arrived. I waited until late at night. The plane that I should have taken would have already departed.

 

Other variations to this dream:

1. I was late as I was still doing operations as the hospital. The hospital was short-handed and I just couldn't leave.

2. I managed to get on the vehicle leaving the depot but there was an accident and I never arrive at the airport.

3. I got to the airport but the plane that I should be boarding never arrive.

 

The final outcome is always the same: I never reach my final destination and I went back to where I was working, at the hospital, at the office, at some mission-critical operation .




Dream - Walking away from meeting
Published by Wai on April 17, 2020 12:28pm.  Category: General

 

I keep getting this dream over the last 5 years:

 

I am in a classroom and my classmates and I are discussing a school topic. Sometimes, instead of a classroom, I am in an office and my office colleagues and I are discussing an office issue.

 

At the meetings, I am seldom giving a chance to talk since everyone wants to talk. In the rare instance that I can speak, I am normally ridiculed by louder voices saying that my ideas are ridiculous, that I am imagining things, that I watched too many movies, that I live in a fantasy world devoid of reality ....

 

The dream ends when I walk away from the meeting, feeling very disappointed, frustrated, unable to stay what I believe is the truth, or that I have gone through this previously and know what is the best solution.

 

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My interpretation of this dream is that there is no point in sharing information, especially spiritual and esoteric information, to people who cannot understand or will not understand or refuse to undersand. And I should not feel bad if many people are unable to relate to what I can relate to, as everyone has their own level of consciousness and awareness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




Buy Bitcoin before it goes up further?
Published by Wai on May 29, 2019 8:13am.  Category: General

 

Dream on 24 May 2019

I stared at the chart. The graph showed Bitcoin dropped all the way from $10,000 to $3,000 and has now built a base at $5,000. It is now around the $7,000 level and will reach $20,000. [I remember the figure $20,000 very clearly.]

 

Dream on 27 May 2019

 

Four colleagues and I walked into the retail floor of a publishing company and I was told to buy a particular magazine at one of the retail counters as the magazine was extremly cheap. [The magazine looked very similar to the Economist.] I wanted to buy it but decided to look at the other items first. Later, when I came back to the counter and I saw a group of people lining up at the counter. I joined the queue and by the time I reached the counter, I was told the magazine was sold out. I was angry at myself for not buying it earlier when there was no one at the counter.

I walked away from the counter and noticed that my colleagues were not on that floor. I went down to the ground-floor, walked out of the building, and into the car park. I saw our car was still there.

I walked back past the security guard and into the next building. Inside, I asked some of the people working there whether they have seen my colleagues. Some of them burst out laughing when I told them I couldn’t find my colleagues and the magazine was sold out.

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Are these two dreams together telling me to buy some Bitcoin before more buyers queue to buy? Are people laughing at me when I told them I had the opportunity to buy but did not?



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Memory
Published by Wai on May 12, 2019 11:46am.  Category: General

 

(Dream on 10 May 2019)

 

I was not selected to perform that day, so I went to the cafeteria for a snack. Halfway through my snack, I was told by another performer to go to the performer's room quickly. I went there and found everything in chaos, as the main performers for the show did not turn up. The show director passed me a note asking me to give a performance on "Spirituality". I had no idea what to do or say. This was not even my topic or something I have performed before.

 

A stage supervisor tried to help me get into the right frame of mind. He quickly organised a race between two small groups of people representing good and evil, and we raced along the corridors. I played the part of evil, a big fat blob, and of course, I lost the race as good triumphed over evil.

 

My turn to perform came and I went up to the stage dressed like a big fat blob and delivered my act. I fumbled and forgot my lines several times. Towards the end, spontaneously and without any preparation, I sang loudly:

 

"Memory. All alone in the moonlight. I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again ...." [Memory from the musical Cats]

 

At the end of the song, I collapsed on the floor. Everyone in the audience stood up and cheered.

 

When the attendants came to help me, I was already dead.

 



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Eqypt
Published by Wai on April 3, 2019 2:50am.  Category: General


I just returned from a tour of Egypt with mixed feelings. Like someone who hasn't seen his birth place for some time, I went to Egypt with great enthusiasm. It was something I wanted to do but never had the chance until now.

 

Strangely, standing at the foot of the Great Pyramid (Cheops) and looking up, I felt nothing, no feelings except that it was huge. As I walked across to the Pyramid of Khafre, I remembered the last time I was there, it wasn't sand but grass that I walked on. At the foot of Khafre, I remember the scene - all three Pyramids were white and smooth and there were small tress and grass everywhere. It was not the desert that it is now. And the Pyramids were not built to house the tombs of Pharaohs.

 

Cruising down the Nile, I had another glimpse of the past. When Pharaoh sailed along the Nile, there were many other boats laden with food and these boats distributed food to the villagers along the bank. It was like a festival, a celebration, and appreciation from Pharaoh to his people, every time he and his entourage sailed along the river.

 

During the horse and buggy ride to the Temple of Edfu, I saw my coachman whipping his horse to get it to keep up with the others. I felt the pain of the horse as it tried to gallop faster. Another realisation that I am in the similar situation - whipped by people at the top to produce more for their benefit. I am as much a slave to the elites as the horse is to the coachman.

 

My biggest dismay was when I arrived at Memphis. Is this all that is left of this great city?

 

Every night, I returned to my room exhausted. I dreaded the next day when I had to listen to all the untruths spouted by the tour guides about Egyptian history, religion, culture. I guess they are just doing their jobs. Like me. Like the horse that got whipped.

 

The Egypt that I lived in my past life, is not the Egypt of today. Everything changed. I too.

 



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Round and Round I Go
Published by Wai on August 2, 2018 11:21pm.  Category: General

 

I notice my life is like a merry-go-round, although mine isn't merry or amusing.

 

From good health to poor health, from lots of money to lack of money, from great friendships to terrible ones, round and round I go.

 

My merry-go-round is like a dance, not the usual "two steps forward, one step backward" that many people talk about. Mine is more like "five steps forward, four steps backward". And it takes me three to five years from the starting point to finish back at the starting point.

 

Many have warned about being stagnant, doing the same things over and over again, and getting nowhere.

 

But what do I know? I'm in the dance. So I dance, five steps forward, four steps backward. The other alternative is to end the dance and I am not ready to do that yet.



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Looks like my work isn't finished yet
Published by Wai on January 21, 2016 10:07am.  Category: General

 

On December 18, I went for my gastroscopy, my third time in the last 10 years.

 

The only thing different this time was when the anaesthetist injected a sedative into my arm, I closed my eyes and wished that I would not wake up.

 

I did wake up. Looks like my work isn't finished yet.



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Pray Tell, Is This Karma?
Published by Wai on September 11, 2015 11:50am.  Category: General

 

I went on a 15-day tour of England, Scotland and Ireland in July 2015. The tour ended in London where I spent another four days.

 

The last time I was in London was in 1993 and while I marvelled at the new buildings and the London Eye, I cannot help noticing that London is not what it was in 1993. There are now so many immigrants that I was told that the national dish of England is no longer fish and chips but chicken tika massala.

 

I went to a pub for dinner one evening and sat next to a fellow diner. We had an interesting conversation about England and how much it has changed.

 

When the subject turned to immigration, I asked him how he felt about being an Englishman and soon-to-be a minority in his own country.

 

"Well, the English pillaged India, the Middle East, Eastern Europe during the last two centuries. Now these people are taking over the country. I guess its retribution, karma!" he said.

 

Many developed countries are now having an immigration crisis as more and more people from their former colonies are moving into their countries.

 

Pray tell, is this karma?



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This is a strange feeling
Published by Wai on September 8, 2015 1:10pm.  Category: General

 

After hearing from many sources (Kryon, Cosmic Awareness, Alfred Webre, Simon Parkes, Doloros Cannon ... ) that humanity is now on a positive timeline after we crossed the Dec 21, 2012 marker, I don't seem to care much about what is going on.

 

It's like I know my life work - to help people, to learn and experience - is almost completed and I will return home soon.

 

Nowadays, I am happy just to do some teaching, go travelling around the world, and work on myself spiritually.



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The Missing Form
Published by Wai on June 23, 2015 10:42am.  Category: General

 

[Dream on 22 June 2015]

 

My Alumni sent me an invitation to attend their fund-raising fair. Since I have not seen my former classmates for more than 20 years, I decided to go to the fair.

 

When I reached the school, there were many people already lining up at the reception counter. I joined the queue and after 15 minutes, I collected my name-tag and a goodies bag.

 

I didn't want to carry two bags - the goodies bag and my briefcase - so I emptied the goodies bag items onto a table, opened my briefcase, and started putting the items into it.

 

At that moment, a former classmate joined me and he too did the same thing - putting his goodies bag items into his messenger bag. We sat there chatting until one of the organisers told us to go to Tent 22 to collect a set of coupons, some were worth as much as $200.00.

 

We walked to Tent 22 and my friend collected his coupons after handing over his form. When my turn came, I can't find the form. It was not in my briefcase, and I was sure I put everything into it. I explained that I can't find the form and I wasn't even sure it was in the goodies bag when I collected it. Tent 22 was manned by five Army cadets and the senior cadet simply said "No form, no coupons".

 

My friend told me to wait there while he looked for the event organiser. He came back 10 minutes later with an event organiser, who was also in our graduating class. He told the Army cadets he would vouch for me and they reluctantly gave me the coupons.

 

After winning a number of games using the coupons, my briefcase was full. My friend told me he has to leave and we said our good-byes. I walked back to the same table and emptied all the items onto the table. There were a couple of bulky toys and a teddy bear, plus lots of paper, adverts, brochures, and my own business documents. As I started putting back items that I wanted, I noticed two small envelopes.

 

I tore open the evelopes and each of them has a form!

 

How could I miss them in the beginning? I was now too embarrassed to go back to Tent 22 and hand the forms back to the cadets. I looked around and see if anyone wanted the forms. Everyone shook their head when asked. Reluctantly, I walked back to Tent 22 and told the senior cadet what happened.

 

He laughed and said that only a small number of goodies bags have the forms. Now you have another two. Since many people did not collect the coupons, we still have many left and you can have them. However, you only have less than five minutes to use them as the fair closes in five minutes time.

 

I looked around and saw a number of game stalls already closed. There was no way I could use up all the coupons in 5 minutes.




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