First published in 1947 and then translated into more than seventy languages, Anne Frank’s diary has been known worldwide for many decades. We all have heard of it. But honestly, I never felt compelled to read it, imagining there might be more hype and political importance than an actual good book.
This morning, I found this piece I wrote in 2017 and decided to use it for this month’s blog post. I’m currently travelling in the Netherlands. I left the draft of this blog post on my computer screen and headed for Hilversum, today’s agenda. The moment I pulled my phone out to take a picture in the beautiful purple flower field, a dragonfly landed on my phone. I could not take a picture of my phone with a dragonfly on it when I needed it to take a picture. I called my partner. By the time he came, the dragonfly flew away. I sighed, but my partner asked me not to move. The cute dragonfly just flew up and landed on top of my hat. How synchronistic!
In my childhood, I dreamed that when I grew up, I would marry a train conductor, so I could, in my imagination, travel for free! I shared this dream with my sister and a close friend. The friend said she had a feeling, that in the future more people would be flying to travel. I should aim higher – literally, to become a pilot’s wife rather than a train conductor’s.
I remembered at the beginning of our session, Nancy specifically said she wanted to release other people’s expectations of her, and the inner impression from others that says “your opinion doesn’t matter”. Maybe “power” means something completely different from the soul’s perspective. At one level, I almost felt apologetic to Nancy that the lifetime we went was so drama-less – like my client bought a ticket for a past life story, and I was not delivering a proper show.
I first got to know the number 666 and what it meant in the West in about 2014 when I went to the FaceBook page of some kind of Wellness or Health show in Vancouver. It just happened that I found myself to be the 666th liker of that page. I felt extremely lucky, so I posted a request on their page, asking for free admission for that show, just because I was the 666th person to like that page.
It was through my brother, as always, that I heard the news of my mother’s hospitalization. On WeChat, he said it happened after midnight. An ambulance took her to the hospital.
As usual, I read it, and marked it as “Okay I hear you”. I didn’t want to ask all those detailed questions that would burden my already stressed out brother. I let him talk, when and what and how. And I said, “Okay I hear you.”