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February 2006  /  
Now and then, I would have either a vision/impression or a past-life dream.  They are pretty much similar, except if I got them while fully awake and meditating, I would call them visions.  As for past-life dreams, they are super vivid, short, and I wake up right at that moment so I can recall them clearly.  Sometimes, they would be just a scene, but somehow all relevant information would be understood by me.  I know they are from my past lives because of the costumes, the roles I play, so on.  Well, after the recent Tet celebration with my Vo Vi people, I had a past-life dream.

In the dream, I was a small boy of 5 or 6.  I had a younger sister by my side.  We were walking the street, probably homeless, definitely poor.  It was freezing, windy, and snowing a little.  We walked by a restaurant, people were looking at us with disgust or indifference.  Oh yes, they were wearing old clothes of Victorian period or something like that.  Out of the blue, a man approached us, took off his coat, and covered our shivering bodies.  A name "came" in my head when he did this.  SIR WILLIAM RICHARDSON.  I woke up at that moment, so I didn't know if he would go on to offer us anything else.  Strange dream, wouldn't you say?

Maybe I read or heard that name somewhere.  Maybe the scene itself is in some movie.  Who knows.  I did Google and Yahoo! search my only clue, Sir William Richardson.  There were quite a few William Richardson's, still alive.  As for SIR WILLIAM RICHARDSON, I saw two.  One appeared in a court document around 1700s.  Another in 1603, in this website:
www.richardsonfamily.homestead.com .  At least, there was such a man.  Is he the one I dreamed, who knows.  (Check out the Coat of Arms.)

Usually, I have these visions and dreams when I need some guidance or some explanation to whatever difficult lesson I've been struggling with.  So why this dream?  The young lord with a thin figure and an unremarkable face lingers in my mind.  Could his random act of kindness still stay with my soul memory all this time?  Maybe he is now one of the Vo Vi practitioners or Master Tam, since the recent Tet celebration is a meaningful lesson for me, and I have not been kind lately?  If so, I will try to be kind.  And Sir William Richardson, wherever you are, whoever you may be, thank you, kind sir!