“The lotus flower blooms most beautifully from the deepest mud” – Buddhist Proverb
In the Buddhist tradition, the flower that rises above the muddy waters represents the act of ascending above all desires and attachments. According to Buddhism, this is the key to achieving spiritual enlightenment. Despite the flower having its roots in the mud, it grows upward in the direction of light. This is believed to represent the aspiration to rise above and move towards light. The lotus, therefore, symbolizes the journey from darkness (as depicted by the muddy pond) to the light of knowledge or wisdom.
Photo taken in the Leal Senado Square, by me.
Wayne Dyer said, “A mind at peace, a mind centered and not focused on harming others, is stronger than any physical force in the universe.”
In my previous blog posts, I talked about what I witnessed in my past-life-regression, in which I saw myself as a little girl who dressed like a maid with a white apron in a mansion. I left the mansion and then I met a paperboy next to the fountain. I played with him for a while and then when he left, I followed him to the marketplace. After that, I met someone who was my friend in my past live, and in this life, the same man (same soul different body) appeared in my life and came to helped me when I got lost on the street when I was a little. Also, I met my mother…
The City (The War Is Coming Soon)
After that, I have a desire to go out to the city. It is full of curiosity out there. However, maids are not allowed to go out of the house, unless to buy goods in the city…
I walk pass the entrance gate of the house…to the paved road (the bridge)…and then I arrive to the city. It is hazy and everywhere looks so blue and grey. I witness a group of military units. Oh my God! The country is preparing for war! I feel unsecured at that moment. I turn around and want to go back to the house immediately. The war is coming soon and I need to tell the old man…
I come to the old man and tell him that the war is coming. The old man says that he already knows about it. I ask him why this is happening, and he doesn’t know the answer. In a sudden, on my left, I see military jeeps passing by. There is a flag put at the rear of the jeeps. It is a flag with a red circle in the middle on a white background with red rays extending outward from the red circle. Then I look at the sky, I see sort of hot air balloon (observation balloon) with people inside a basket. There is a number printed on the balloon but I can’t see it clearly… I’m so scared! … It is the Second World War!
In my previous blog posts, I talked about what I witnessed in my past-life-regression, in which I saw myself as a little girl who dressed like a maid with a white apron in a mansion. I left the mansion and then I met a paperboy next to the fountain. I played with him for a while and then when he left, I followed him to the marketplace. After that, I met someone who was the same man (same soul) that I met in this life when I was a child…
Here, my story continues:
A Woman Who Claims That She Is My Mother
I want to go back to the big house. I send love to the old man, and say goodbye to him. I know that I will see him tomorrow. Now, I am in the bedroom of the big house. I am sitting on a chair in front of the window. From the small window I can only see clouds moving in the sky because the window is located above my eye level. I am just sitting here and doing nothing. I don’t like to work and I like to stay in the bedroom an entire day to avoid working. Once I step out of my bedroom I need to work. (I have a feeling that I work in the kitchen). No one in the house talks to me. I feel so alone and abandoned…
I’m with my teddy bear, lying on my bed, relaxing…
I get out of my bedroom and walk down the stairs. I come to a big open kitchen where I see many maids are working hardly. They are preparing food and cooking. I see one of the maids is wearing a dark green dress with a full-length apron over the dress. Next to the kitchen, there is a dining table where it is seated a bald man with a pair of round big eyes. He looks angry. I have no idea who he is…
I am back to my bedroom lying on my bed again… I see a woman standing next to my bed watching me. I don’t know who she is. She is wearing the same thing as the maids wear. So, I guess she is a maid too. She is telling me that she is my mother. I don’t believe her and I think silently that she can’t be my mother! I have no mother and father! I don’t know why I’m here and why I’m being left here. In this moment, I know what my name is – it is Lucy… The woman keeps telling me that she is my mother but I don’t believe her… Everyone in the house is a liar! I trust no one…except the old man … and the boy…
All of a sudden, the door opens, and the boy (the paperboy) brings a man in (a man with a dark suit) to my bedroom… Now, they are all standing next to my bed watching me…
…I bring that woman in a black dress (she looks like the woman with a parasol who I saw on the paved road) to the old man (the shoe repairman). As we are in front of the old man, the woman disappeared. The old man gives me some coins for me to buy food that I like. I am so happy to receive the coins… I walk away from him…
I am in my bedroom again. I am Cristina (current life) at the moment, facing opposite to Lucy (my previous life). I shift to first-person perspective as Cristina. At the suggestion of Dr. Teoh, I approach the little girl Lucy to send her love and help. Lucy refuses to accept any help from me. She pushes me away and she doesn’t want anyone to help her. She thinks that her life is a misery. For this reason, she wants Cristina, her future self, to be misery as well… She says she doesn’t know me at all and she wants me to go away.
With guide, Lucy feels that she is protected by white light. Now, I shift back to first-person perspective as Lucy, and Cristina is not here anymore. When I’m within the light, I suddenly receive information about Einstein. Everybody is talking about Einstein at that moment. He is famous and his photograph has been published on the newspapers… After awhile, I concentrate on Lucy again… I feel so safe in the light… I start to become mindly opened … and free of mistrusting people from the house… Now, many people are right in front of me, including the woman who claims to be my mother…
The maids tell me that she (the woman) is my mother! I get so emotional … and tears begin to flow unstoppably out of my eyes… Yes! … That’s right! She is my mother! I know it all now! She was weak and she was dead after giving birth to me. That is why I’m being left here in this big house. It wasn’t her choice to leave me and it wasn’t her fault!
I can’t stop crying… I know that she loved me so much! … Moreover … I recognize that she is the same mother in my current life!
The maids knew everything… They knew why I was here and who my parents were. They just didn’t want to tell me because they were afraid that I could get hurt to know the truth… They are not liar as I thought they were … They just wanted to protect me… All the maids, my mother and I are now all in the backyard. I visualize my mother goes into the light with joy and love… She is protected by light and I’m protected by white light as well… Everyone is watching her floating up to the sky, leaving us. My mother loves me so much. As she floats higher and higher, I pass my teddy bear to her to express that I love her…
In my previous blog posts, I talked about what I witnessed in my past-life-regression, in which I saw myself as a little girl who dressed like a maid with a white apron in a mansion. I left the mansion and saw a black classic car passing by, and then I met a paperboy. I followed him to the marketplace. On the way I saw a woman and a shoe repairman…
Here, my story continues:
A Shoe Repairman (An Old Man)
All of a sudden, I recognize this old man!! “Oh my God! It’s him!” I cry emotionally at the moment I know who he is. He is the shoe repairman, who had helped me when I was lost on the street when my father went into a store in my current life (this was happening in my current life, when I was 4 or 6 years old). He sent me to the police department and then got my parents to take me back home.
I get so emotional and I can’t stop crying. I can’t believe that he is the same shoe repairman who I’ve met both in my previous and current life. Although he looks so different but I know that is him! He is an old man and has got white hair and a pairs of big round eyes (previous life), and he was a middle-aged man with black hair in my current life (when I was at the age of 4 or 6)…
When I stop crying I learn that the old man is very lonely and sad because he has separated from his family. When I know more about him, I start to know a little bit about myself. I have got no parents and being left to somebody else in the mansion. I am so alone and feeling abandoned! The old man has got children, but his children left him as they grow up. He is also sad and feeling alone. I am his friend. Every time I come to buy goods in the city I would stop by and would spend some time talking with him. He likes people to listen to him, and I am a good listener. I say thank you to the old man for helping me when I was lost. I send him my love and gratitude. I am so grateful to him for being in my lives… (I can hardly express all my feeling in words. All I can say it is that the feeling is so magical and spiritual.)
In my previous blog posts, I talked about what I witnessed in my past life regression, in which I saw myself as a little girl who dressed like a maid with a white apron. I followed the pathway to the entrance gate of the house I was in, and then I saw a black classic car passing by.
Here, my story continues:
A Newspaper Delivery Boy (Paperboy)
At the fountain, I meet a boy (same age as me, 7 or 8). He is wearing a brown colored blouse and a waistcoat (also brown color) over the blouse. In his head, he is wearing a brown colored checkered pattern tweed flat cap. He looks very pretty and friendly. He has freckles on his cheeks and his skin color is white. He is standing in front of me. After a while, he is playing with me at the fountain. I don’t know who he is. I look at his foot then I see a pair of black leather shoes he is wearing is worn out. He has got many newspapers in his arm. He is a newspaper delivery boy…
He has to leave. He turns around and is walking in the direction to the city. Behind him, there is a short hair black and white dog of medium size following him on the road. The dog stares at me with a pair of red eyes, which makes me very scary. I decide to follow the boy to see where he is going. The boy doesn’t know that he is being followed but the dog knows that I’m following them. I come to a grey flat paved road or a bridge (for both pedestrian and automobile). When I look down to the right side, I see that underneath the paved road (or the bridge) it is a one-way traffic lane (5 to 8 lane traffic) with many cars traveling from one destination to another. As I continue to walk, I see a woman in a long black dress walking in my opposite direction. She is holding a white (ivory) colored parasol with lace and a long handle. I don’t know who she is. She passes me by…
I keep stalking the boy at a far distance. I walk pass the paved road (or the bridge) and now I come to a store with green small grids and small glasses. I stop stalking the boy because in front of me it is an old man with white hair sitting in front of the store. He is a shoe repairman.
In my previous blog post, I talked about what I witnessed in my past life regression, in which I saw myself as a little girl with a white apron.
Here, my story continues:
A BLACK CLASSIC CAR
I walk to the entrance gate. It is a pair of black wrought iron gates, round at the top border. The gates open when I walk through them. Now, I’m standing outside the gates and in a glimpse, I see a black classic car passing by. It is a fully-closed body car with windows, four wheels, round and short at the rear. There is a man aged around 40 or 50 who is driving the car. Through the car window I can see that the steering wheel of the car is on the right, and the man has moustache, which is narrow and it is in the area between the nose and the upper lip. Moreover, he is wearing a black suit and a black hat. I don’t know who he is. I guess he is just someone who passes by. Before the car is driven away from me, I see numbers at the rear of the car, which are 1, 5, 0 and others two numbers I can’t see. After that, I walk closer to the fountain which is located at the one o’clock position of the iron gates.
Part 1 – Maid
Out of curiosity, I went through a past life regression experience, with a safe and trustworthy Master Hypnotist, Dr. Teoh, who is a certified member of The Newton Institute, Certified International Instructor, Hypnotherapist, LBL Spiritual Regression Hypnotherapist, Master Practitioner of NLP & Time Line Therapy.
I consider this is one of the most exciting alternative travel experiences that I’ve ever had!
Was it real memory from the past? Or was it simply fantasy or false memory? I don’t know. There’s so much out there beyond the grasp of our understanding. You may like to decide it by yourself after reading it. 🙂
At Kuala Lumpur, some day on August 2008.
This is what I witnessed under hypnosis:
My First Experience of a Past-Life Regression
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…I see myself walking down the stairs. When I reach to the bottom of the stairs, there is a door (it is opened and it is so bright) just in front of me. In my left arm, I’m holding a light brown color teddy bear with a heart shape on its stomach. I look at my foot and I see I am wearing a pairs of black leather shoes and a pairs of white socks. Then I look at my body I am wearing a brown colored dress with flower pattern and with lace at the bottom, and a white pinafore over my dress. Then, I use a third-person perspective looking at myself and I see I have got long curly brown hair with a red ribbon on my hair, round cheeks and I have got so many freckles on my face. I’m just a little girl aged 7 or 8 and my skin color is white. I slowly walk through the door and on the far left side, I see people (2, 3 or 4 female) preparing food or serving meal on one of the rectangular shape table (there are two wood tables parallel to each other) in a backyard of a big house. Right now I’m just standing here on the ground and scared to make any movement. The ground is covered with green grass; no flowers in the backyard. When I am encouraged by the hypnotherapist to walk around, I walk closer to the ladies and now they are standing here in front of me and looking at me (shift to first-person perspective). The one on the left is a fat old woman who is wearing a black colored dress with a white full-length apron and a white hat. The image I see is so clear and vivid. She has freckles on her cheeks, many wrinkles on her forehead and on her face as well. She looks very unfriendly and she is talking (to me?). I can’t hear anything at all except the warm voice of Dr. Teoh (the hypnotherapist). The other one on the right looks a lot younger, taller and nicer than the first woman, and she is wearing a brown colored dress also with a white full-length apron and a white hat. She also has freckles on her face. Both of them are maids, and all of a sudden, I think that I am also a maid because I dress like them…
Built by the Jesuits in the mid-16th century, this is one of the three oldest churches in Macau. In the beginning, the church was just a wooden structure. The brick building was first built in 1801-1803 and was renovated throughout the 19th century.
The church is located on the southern coastline of Macau overlooking the sea, families of Portuguese sailors used to gather on the front steps of the church to pray and wait for their return, hence it was given the name: Feng Shun Tang (Hall of the Soothing Winds). The neighbourhood where the church is located used to be fairly wealthy, thus explaining the building’s scale and wealth of architectural treatment.
It is a neo-classical structure, with subtle Baroque decorative inspirations. The interior of the church is richly decorated as well, with ceiling painted turquoise with white and gold beams, from which hang elegant chandeliers. The high alter contains a figure of St. Lawrence in gorgeous vestments. Above him hangs a crown held by a cherub and behind is a stained glass window with a dove of peace.
You may like to visit this church on Sundays at 9:00 a.m., to attend the Sunday mass. Not every church in Macau has the same atmosphere and spirit you find in St. Lawrence’s Church. People who live in another district will also come to St. Lawerence’s Church to attend the mass on Sundays, as they find this place is more special than the others.
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Finally, I’ve reached the last post of 2013… 😀
RUINS OF ST. PAUL
The church was built in 1602 adjoining the Jesuit College of St. Paul which was the first Western college in the Far East. The church was made of wood and it was brilliantly decorated and furnished. The facade of carved stone was built in 1620-1627 by Japanese Christian craftsmen, and it was built under the direction of Italian Jesuit Carlo Spinola.
Later, the Jesuits were expelled, and unfortunately, the college was used as an army barracks. In 1835, a fire destroyed the college and the body of the church, leaving only its very large facade and the front stairways. The surviving facade rises in 4 colonnaded tiers, and is covered with carvings and statues that illustrate the early days of the Catholic Church in Asia. There are statues of the Virgin and the Saints, symbols of the Garden of Eden and the crucifixion, and carvings of angels and the devil, a Chinese dragon and Japanese chrysanthemum, a Portuguese sailing ship, and inscriptions written in Chinese characters to warn people.
The facade seemed about to topple, but it was girded with steel, and at the back side of the ruins, a museum was built in 1995. There is a crypt that has the remains of Japanese and Vietnamese martyrs, and there is a museum of sacred art with paintings, sculptures and liturgical objects.
The facade is 27 meters tall, 23.5 meters wide and 2.7 meters thick. The top floor is a triangle lintel under a cross; in the middle of the lintel is a copper dove. The dove is surrounded by the sun, moon, and stars. There is a statue of the baby Jesus Christ with the tools that were used to nail him to the cross. The major figures portrayed in the lintel are the Virgin Mary, the Holy Father, some Holy Saints, and Jesus Christ. The middle two floors reflect missionary endeavor.
This is the place where people in the past had lived their lives here.
And, this is now how the place looks like…
…in a few years this place will turn into a library…and this photo that I show you today will eventually be a memory…
I hope I will remember this post, and later to show you the future image of this place after its reconstruction. 😀
I bought an Orion StarMax 102mm EQ telescope three years ago. I wanted it to be my first tool to learn astrophotography. I wished I could use it to take photos of the clusters and stars. Unfortunately, I wasted about almost three years using it only to take photos of the moon, as the moon was always the brightest thing that I could see in the night sky. It was not because of the quality of the telescope that limited the object to be captured on film, I think it was because of the excessive light pollution in the area that I live, which obstructed the telescope to see others amazing things in the universe.
After a year, a coworker of mine asked me to lend him the telescope to take picture of the moon. That moment, I felt so attached to my new toy, not willing to share it with anybody. He asked me the same question a lot of time, but I made my excuses every time he asked me the same thing.
Two years passed, I learned to detach from things that I own. A same coworker came to see me and asked me again. This time, without hesitation, I did what it should be had done two years ago. I lent my telescope to him and told him he can keep it as long as he wants.
Learn not cling to things is not easy. I’ve took about two years to stay detached from a thing that I liked it so much. So, what will happen when it comes to face challenges of letting go emotions, places and people, in the life journey ahead? All these things are inevitable. If today I can’t even let a thing go, how I could possibly in the future let go of other things like, feelings, places, people that I love and even myself. This is only my first lesson to practice detachment. I believe that the lessons ahead will be more challenging.
Have a nice weekend, everyone! 😀
The Holy House of Mercy, or Santa Casa de Misericórdia, is the oldest social institution in Macau, with white-washed neoclassical structure that located in the Leal Senado Square. The building was founded in 1569 by the first Bishop of Macau, Dom Belchior Carneiro. The holy house was founded to do charitable work for the community, help the poor and sick people, especially the victims of leprosy. Also, it later served as an orphanage and refuge for widows of sailors lost at sea.
People found these words from a letter written by D. Belchior to the Jesuit General: “When I arrived in this port known as the Name of God, there were very few Portuguese houses here. Shortly after arriving, I opened a hospital, which admits both Christians and pagans. I also created a Lay Fraternity of the Holy House of Mercy to give succour to all the poor and miserable and needy…”
I’m arranging my bookshelf looking for some useful or inspiring and not too old books which can be donated to the Central Library. The library has its own instruction. Books with publish date more than a decade or books with are not accepted. I have to choose my books carefully, trying my best to match my donations to what the library asks for.
After a month, the library will send letter to books donors informing them which books are accepted. Then, people can choose to go collecting back the books that are not accepted or choose to remain in the library letting the library to sell those books for charity. 😀
I have no clue how to reblog/repost stuff, but dang if that’s gonna get in my way! You can go to http://guapola.wordpress.com/2013/05/17/please-help-find-nichole/ if you’re intelligent enough to do a reblog. Me, I’ll stick with good old copy/paste. Good luck!
Please Help Find Nichole
I’ve never said this to any of you, but PLEASE REBLOG THIS! We need as many people as possible to see it, even if you live overseas – PLEASE REBLOG or REPOST!
This past Sunday night, a local teenage girl went missing and no one has seen or heard from her since.
15-year-old Nichole Kristine Cable of Glenburn, Maine was last heard from Sunday night at around 9:20pm. Her parents have reported that she had received messages on Facebook from an unknown male and had plans to meet up with him. From what I’ve gathered, he posed as one of her Facebook friends to get her to accept…
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I’m hoping to wake up from a cloudy nightmare.
Recently, life has put me a lot of things to do, a lot of things to worry about and a lot of things to think about. All of these things have stolen my smile. I don’t want to live this way, and I think I need to stop and start to restore my life again right now.
Until few days ago, light has shed on my life after reading a post from a nice and great blogger. She told us that she has to do other thing and to end the blogging life. I was so sad after reading her post, but at the same time, when I was commenting on her post, I realized that that was what life is. We always have to move on to do other things and leave the old things behind us.
Suddenly, I felt that it was unnecessary for me to feel so overwhelmed by recent life’s challenges.
Sometimes, we need to let go of what has happened and to move on. And sometimes, we just need to let go of the thought of what might or not to happen and follow our heart to do whatever things we miss and enjoy to do in order to restore our life again.
Although in this passing month, life has just made me see nothing but only troubles, but now, I think I am stepping out from the cloud and restore my life again. 😀
Thank you for reading this post and for yours company. I feel uplifted again!
Built in 17th century, to defend Macau against outside attacks. These original fortifications were replaced by new barracks in 19th century to help protect the city. Luckily, the barracks remain untouched. No attack was ever mounted from across the border. Today, the barracks are home to the local police, as well as home to some old cannons from days long gone.
Camera: Canon 450D
Location: San Francisco Garden
A monkey is being held captive in a huge cage with plenty of food. Not far away from the cage there is a blackboard, and this is the instruction written on the blackboard, “You can unlock the door by using the key placed in your pocket. You will be free.” The monkey reads the instruction every single day, but still in the cage.
One day, a man approaches the cage and asks the monkey:
Man: “Do you want to go free?”
Monkey: “Yes, I do.”
Man: “Haven’t you read the instruction written on the blackboard?”
Monkey: “I have.”
Man: “If so, why don’t you unlock the door and go free?”
Monkey: “I already did.”
Man: “Did you?”
Monkey: “Yes, I did. I can unlock the door by using the key placed in my pocket. After that, I will be free! How easy it is! I’m free!”
Man:”…Do you really understand what it means?”
Monkey: “Of course I know!” So simple! Unlock the door and go free!”
The monkey wants to go free. He says he knows how to go free but he never really try follow the instruction to unlock himself from the cage.
He knows how to free himself, but he does nothing.
Yesterday, I and my boyfriend went to a bookshop and bought two books about Heart Sutra (a comic version and a word version). We began to read it last night, and today when we meet each other we talked about them. In our conversation I suddenly realize that without practice and experience I cannot fully understand what something is really mean. It is just like that I know salt is salty, but if I never taste it I cannot truly say that I know what salty is.
Have a nice weekend! 😀
MACAU TUNG SIN TONG CHARITABLE SOCIETY
Macau Tung Sin Tong (同善堂) was the first Chinese charitable organization established in Macau in 1892. Since the year of establishment, the charitable organization has provided free medical cares and education for those in need and has saved a lot of people, including war refugees during WWII from dying hunger.
The words of the name of the organization, “Tung Sin Tong ”(同善堂), represent the following meanings:
同 – together; be the same as
善 – kindness; goodness
堂 – hall; big room
As I entered the hall of Tung Sin Tong a feeling of gratefulness ran through my veins when I saw what looked like over a hundred portraits of past contributors hung upon the wall. Those past contributors did a lot of goodness for others. Their act of kindness and contributions did make a difference.
This picture was taken at the headquarter of Tung Sin Tong, which was the place where people were taking care of in the past. At the present, Tung Sin Ton continues to provide free medical care, education and baby- sitting service, as well as promoting charitable activities to the public.
I wish the spirit of this kindness remains forever…
Camera: Iphone 4S
Location: Tung Sin Tong
I have a question.
Do we play life or life plays us?
If we play life, we are freely to choose. If life plays us, we don’t have choices at all.
Look at the world we are living in. Look at the people around us. Look at their lives. Look at ours. What do you see?
I think I’m freely to choose, because I’m aware that there are countless of thoughts that I can choose to have at the moment I think about anything, there are thousands of words that I can choose to say at the moment I speak, also, there are so many actions that I can choose to take at the moment I do anything.
This idea seems to be true but it also seems to be untrue when I recognize that the choices I have made have fatefully brought me to a situation in which I will more likely to think that the choices I have made were already decided. Not decided by myself, but by life itself.
Also, there are other times that I realize no matter which path I choose to take, it would eventually takes me to the place I should be.
If that is true, it is life that plays us. Not us play life.
Camera: Iphone 4S
The word “福” can be translated as “good fortune”, and the word “緣” can be translated as “fate”, “circle – no beginning no end”. They are pronounced as “Fok Yun” (福緣), and these two characters “福緣” is the name of this beautiful tortoise you see on the picture, whose age with more than 100 years old.
Last year in October, Fok Yun was found by a couple in the market, hanged upside down inside a fishnet, waiting to meet his fate. The lovely couple, instead of leaving the distressing scene alone, compassion was aroused, they stopped to free the big tortoise.
From that moment, the big tortoise’s destiny has been rewritten.
The lovely couple bought the tortoise. Then, with help from friends, a group of kind-hearted people, help applied licenses, and finally, took the big tortoise to Macau. Later, they named the tortoise as “Fok Yun” (福緣). Also, they found him a peaceful place to live.
There is a saying, “Once a destiny has been decided it cannot be changed.”
I’m wondering if what it looked like to be a turning point of the fate of the tortoise was also a part of the destiny. Did the tortoise escape from his destiny? Or, was the story of the escape from the market was merely a part of his destiny? I don’t know, and I guess that the answer may not be an absolute answer. It may be something very different from what I could think of.
Anyway, I don’t think it matters now, what most important is that Fok Yun, the tortoise, is now enjoying his life, peacefully, in a peaceful temple in Taipa.
Life is precious. Even a life of a small animal or an insect deserves the right to live.
We, who can save, please save.
We, who can help, please help.
Hope the world fills with joy, love and compassion.
Camera: Canon EOS 450D
Location: Pou Tai Temple, Taipa
According to the lunar calendar, today is the last day of the year of the Dragon in 2012, and tomorrow begins the year of the Snake in 2013. The first day of the Lunar New Year is the welcoming of the gods of the heavens and earth. So, people will refrain from eating meat on the first day of the New Year because it is believed that this will ensure longevity and happiness. On the second day, people will pray. Normally, they pray for ancestors and to all the gods. The third and fourth days are the days in which sons-in-laws pay respect to their parents-in-laws. On the fifth day, people stay home to welcome God of Wealth. No one visits families and friends on the fifth day because it is said that it will bring both parties bad luck. On the sixth to the last day of the Spring Festival (the 10th day), people visit relatives and friends freely. Also, they will visit temples to pray for good fortune and health. Moreover, according to tradition the seventh day of the New Year is the day for farmers to display their produce. Farmers collect seven types of vegetables to make a special drink to celebrate the occasion. Also, the seventh day is also known as the birthday of human beings. It is believed that eating noodles on this day will ensure longevity and eating raw fish for success.
The things listed above are only part of the traditions of the Spring Festival. There are so many other details which I haven’t described them here, like giving and receiving lucky red pocket money, burning firecrackers and fireworks, family gathering, playing lanterns, put money under the bed, pillow, kitchen, lion dances, lucky words, lucky dessert, new clothes, new shoes, color to wear, color not to wear, words to say and words not to say, etc etc…
Although it sounds that the to-do and not-to-do list set for people to follow in the Spring Festival is endless and a bit “tiring”, however, I don’t see many people here are following strictly to all of those details. 😀
To me, the things that make me really happy and enjoy to do during Spring Festival is that I can receive lucky red pocket money, no need to go to work for a few days, and to hang out with friends and family. 😀
Happy Lunar New Year, everyone!
P.S.: I’m traveling to Beijing to spend the Lunar New Year and Valentines Day! 😀
This is the statue of Guan Yin, the Goddess of mercy, located on a manmade island off the city, near the Cultural Center of Macau. The statue is clad in bronze. It weighs 50 tons. The figure measures 20m (65ft) in height, and the lotus stand measures 7m (23ft) tall.
Although this statue represents Guan Yin, the Goddess of mercy, but when you take a closer look at it, it looks like Virgin Mary as well. This reminds me of a dream of mine in few days ago, in which I saw a figure who was dressed in a blue and white robe with a head piece, praying for the souls in the hell, with one hand in the praying gesture, standing on a lotus flower. That figure, at the same time, represents Guan Yin and also Virgin Mary.
I hope this spirit of unity of different cultures will remain and more of this kind of work will be seeing in other places as well. Let our world to be unified as one. 😀
Camera: Canon EOS 450D
Location: Statue of Guan Yin