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Great Is The Love
By peace | June 11, 2008
Went to church on last Saturday. Saw a black butterfly flying in the church, and that was really amazing. That marked the beginning of the day where I have to ‘carry the cross‘, as what the butterfly ‘point’ to me.
It was this day this special day 7.6.08, 3 months from the day I last heard this hymn — I heard the ’scary’ song again… Great Is The Love. (I will put it up again later, phobia.) It was a very nice hymn, I like the tune so much. Never did I know that it had such a ‘great effect’ and ‘great impact’ on me. It was so coincidentally 8th March 2008 I last recorded the song in the church of St Anthony of Padua, and it was this song now that I searched back ‘history’ in my folder, and I know it was 8th March 2008, International Women’s Day.
It was a long story, and it was unbelievable, scary and still have ‘PHOBIA‘. I REMEMBERED everything which happened, but the time I was not aware. I was not crazy, I was not mad, I was not out of mind, but……
My mother’s little nursery, full of love she showered, full of returns she reaped…beautiful and healthy plants, blossoms after blossoms I see……
The day after we went to church on 8.3.08, the next day was 9.3.08. The children went for Catechism class as usual. Richard, me and my brother went to my mother’s house to take vegetables. There, I took photographs of her plants. Her plants are always so well looked after. Just Sunday, I went to her house, all her plants were still so nice, growing so healthily, despite her busy schedule, and stressful life at work. This is how thoughtful, how caring and how responsible my mother is, but she is uneducated, she always says the words know her, she don’t know the words.
Easter Balloon = Easter Egg and sweet put in a paper container done by Clara during her Catechism class. Vanessa also made the same thing, but I think she had two balloons.
Stayed for a while at mother’s house. Was sad, sitting at her sofa, did not know what to say, about what I experienced — The fact that Jesus came, which is real… Tried to control my feelings only, and see how things go…
Soon the time was up and we left my mother’s house. At the church, the children were not released yet. At the church, all the parents were waiting at the foyer and staircase, standing, chatting and some doing nothing. I was taking pictures, walking around, when someone asked everybody to step aside, the dead people’s bus (don’t know what English word is that, cannot remember) was coming. At first, I don’t even know what was the meaning of the word which the man said. I asked Richard and he did not know also. But soon, the sight of the bus was seen and I came to know the meaning of the word, but now I had forgotten the word, and that is how my memory is so short-lived, poor memory I have of WORDS, but not pictures or scenes…
The dead people van came in first, parked in front of the church, and the bus came next, alighting the people on board. I was so ‘amazed’ at the sight of the dead people van. Had seen Catholic dead people van now, and just a week or so ago, during Valerie’s last day of tuition session, we saw another funeral procession — that of the Chinese — Buddhist I think — we saw them from my house’s windows.
I took photographs of the van, the coffin and the flowers beside the coffin- orchids and so on. I came home blogging about it, posting on ‘Dying to Inherit Wealth” and so on…..
However, all the posts were deleted by Richard now, and some of the posts I had saved to draft. It was ‘craziness’ which people see it.
But I know what I am doing, and I know what had happened and I know what I did, what I heard and where I went etc etc……
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