Before I talked about the 'magic' water, I want to share how magical it was that I got this YouTube link.

Earlier today, something in me told me to source for some info on how water has been scientifically proven that it has memory, and can be changed according to what it is being exposed to. Even kind, loving words said to water can cause it to have beautiful memory images, while cruel or nasty words can cause water to have ugly memory images.

But as the day went on today, I was too busy and got distracted, and totally forgot about this. I was tired and took a nap. When I woke, I login to my Facebook, and guess what? The first newsfeed was this YouTube link! And this YouTube even shows how memory images of water would change when different flowers were placed in water!

How magical is this?!

Well everyone, hope you enjoy this wonderful YouTube video, and let it explains how Dr Edward Bach was not insane when he put flowers with healing energy into glass bowls of water under hot sun to transfer the healing energy of the flowers to the water, which then the energized water was made into mother tinctures of Bach Flower Remedies.

​Thanks Nature, for blessing mankind.

If thoughts can do that to water, imagine what our thoughts can do to us.
- Up to 60% of our body is water -

This exactly exactly exactly describes what I went through last year. I remembered some time through my self-healing journey with Bach Flower Remedies, there was one day when I felt very different. My soul felt so so tired to continue with the identity that the society had given me. It was a feeling I had never experienced before. I was at a quiet park, and I just suddenly felt like napping. I laid down on a bench surrounded by trees, and I slept under the sky. I had no idea how long I slept, but I felt protected by the sky and the trees. When my soul finally felt rested, I woke, feeling like a new person. And what I felt then was exactly what this author wrote below:

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​She was Done. Author: Adrienne Pierothon Apr 28, 2015​
Extracted from
​http://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/04/she-was-done/

She was done not fully being herself. She realized she was the only self she could be—and not being unapologetically true to herself was a disservice to her soul and the world.

She was done listening to the noise of the world. She realized the quiet voice of her own soul was the most beautiful sound.

She was done questioning her motives, her intentions, the call of her soul. She realized questions seek answers, and maybe she already knew the answers.

She was done striving, forcing, pushing through and staying on the hard path. She realized toughing things out might be a sign to pick another path.

She was done with friends that admonished her to be more light and breezy. She realized they didn’t understand she swam in the deep waters of life, she felt at home in their dark depths and died if she lived on the surface.

​She was done with the distractions, the denials, the small addictions that pulled her away from the true desires of her soul. She realized that strength of character came from focus and commitment.

She was done not following the desires that yelled out in her soul every day. She realized if she did nothing about them, they died a quiet death that took a piece of her soul with them.

She was done with dinner parties and cocktail hours where conversations skimmed the surface of life. She realized the beverages created distortion and a temporary happiness that wasn’t real and disappeared in the light of the day.

She was done trying to please everyone. She realized it could never be done.

She was done questioning herself. She realized her heart knew the truth and she needed to follow it.

She was done analyzing all the options, weighing the pros and cons and trying to figure everything out before leaping. She realized that taking a leap implied not fully seeing where she landed.

She was done battling with herself, trying to change who she knew herself to be. She realized the world made it hard enough to fully be herself, so why add to the challenge.

She was done worrying, as if worry was the price she had to pay to make it all turn out okay. She realized worry didn’t need to be part of the process.

She was done apologizing and playing small to make others feel comfortable and fit in. She realized fitting in was overrated and shining her light made others brave enough to do the same.

She was done with the should’s, ought to’s and have to’s of the world. She realized the only must’s in her life came from things that beat so strong in her soul, she couldn’t not do them.

She was done with remorse and could have’s. She realized hindsight never applies because circumstances always look different in the rearview mirror and you experience life looking through the front window.

She was done with friendships based on shared history and past experiences. She realized if friends couldn’t grow together, or were no longer following the same path, it was okay to let them go.

She was done trying to fit in—be part of the popular crowd. She realized the price she had to pay to be included was too high and betrayed her soul.

She was done not trusting. She realized she had placed her trust in people that were untrustworthy—so she would start with the person she could trust the most—herself.

She was done being tired. She realized it came from spending her time doing things that didn’t bring her joy or feed her soul.

She was done trying to figure it all out, know the answers, plan everything and see all the possibilities before she began. She realized life was unfolding and that the detours and unexpected moments were some of the best parts.

She was done needing to be understood by anyone but herself. She realized she was the only person she would spend her whole with and understanding herself was more important than being understood by others.

She was done looking for love. She realized loving and accepting herself was the best kind of love and the seed from which all other love started.

She was done fighting, trying to change or not her accepting her body. She realized the body she came into the world with was the only one she had—there were no exchanges or returns—so love and acceptance was the only way.

​She was done being tuned in, connected and up-to-date all the time. She realized the news and noise of the world was always there—a cacophony that never slowed or fell quiet and that listening to the silence of her soul was a better station to tune into.

She was done beating herself up and being so hard on herself as if either of these things led to changes or made her feel better. She realized kindness and compassion towards herself and others accomplished more.

She was done comparing and looking at other people’s lives as a mirror for her own. She realized holding her own mirror cast her in the best, most beautiful light.

She was done being quiet, unemotional and holding her tongue. She realized her voice and her emotions could be traced back to her deepest desires and longings. if she only followed their thread.

She was done having to be right. She realized everyone’s truth was relative and personal to themselves, so the only right that was required was the one that felt true for her.

She was done not feeling at home in the world. She realized she might never feel at home in the world, but that feeling at home in her soul was enough.

She was done being drained by others—by people who didn’t want to take the time for their own process and saw shortcuts though hers. She realized she could share her experience, but everyone needed to do the work themselves.

She was done thinking she had so much to learn. She realized she already knew so much, if she only listened.

She was done trying to change others or make them see things. She realized she could only lead by example and whether they saw or followed was up to them.

She was done with the inner critic. She realized its voice was not her own.

She was done racing and being discontent with where she was. She realized the present moment held all it needed to get her to the next moment. It wasn’t out there—it was right here.

She was done seeing hurt as something to be avoided, foreseen or somehow her fault. She realized hurt shaped her as much as joy and she needed both to learn and grow.

She was done judging. She realized judging assumed the presence of right and wrong—and that there was a difference between using information to inform and making someone else wrong.

She was done jumping to conclusions. She realized she only needed to ask.

She was done with regrets. She realized if she had known better she would have done better.

She was done being angry. She realized anger was just a flashlight that showed her what she was most scared of and once it illuminated what she needed to see, she no longer needed to hold on to it.

She was done being sad. She realized sorrow arose when she betrayed her own soul and made choices that weren’t true to herself.

She was done playing small. She realized if others couldn’t handle her light, it was because they were afraid of their own.

She was done with the facades and the pretending. She realized masks were suffocating and claustrophobic.

She was done with others’ criticism and complaints. She realized they told her nothing about herself—only informed her of their perspective.

She was done yelling above the noise of the world. She realized living out loud could be done quietly.

She was done needing permission, validation or the authority. She realized she was her her own authority.

​She was done being something she was not. She realized the purpose of life was to be truly, happily who she was born to be… and if she paused long enough to remember, she recognized herself.
~

This was a great story that I couldn't resist sharing. Adapted from "Principles of Bach Flower Remedies" by Stefan Ball. Stefan Ball is the Director of the Bach Centre.
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Jones loved his work. He made furniture by hand and used the best-quality materials because he enjoyed the feel of the timber and the weight of well-made, precision tools. He worked for himself, did not answer to anyone, and made a comfortable living despite the fact that he only earned a humble income. He had found his niche, and he was at peace with the world.

Jones’s brother-in-law, Darren, owns a factory which produces cheap, mass-produced sets of dining-room furniture. He too enjoyed his works; for him satisfaction comes from the hustle and bustle of making deals and running a successful business. He is proud of the fact that his furniture gives value for money. The people who buy it could never afford the chairs and tables Jones made.
 
One day, Darren came for a visit. At dinner he noticed and liked the dining-room table which was designed and made by Jones. Next day he offered Jones a very large salary – more than double of what Jones was currently earning – to join his firm and take personal charge of the design department.
 
Jones thought it over. He didn’t want to do it, but he had always found it hard to say no to Darren. It was a lot of money. Reluctantly, Jones accepted the offer.
 
At first, Jones threw himself into the new job, determined to make a success of it. In the back of his mind was the thought that he would be able to keep making his own furniture in his spare time. But the hours at the factory were long, as was the rush-hour commute to and from work. At the hour he got home, the children were already in bed, and he barely had enough energy to slump in front of the television. The weekends were his only chance to spend time with the family. His tools gather dust in the workroom.
 
Up to now, he had got on well with Darren. Now that he worked for Darren, the relationship changed. Darren was very pleasant, but he expected Jones to do as he was told and could be fairly abrasive. Jones’ first few designs did not quite work and looked even worse when they had been knocked together out of the fibreboard and cheap pine that the company uses for raw materials.
 
After a month or so, Jones began to suffer from headaches. He started taking out his frustrations on his wife and family. He hated himself for doing it, but he was permanently on a short fuse and lost his temper before he had time to remember to keep it. A couple of times, he smacked the children – something he never did in the past. Tired all the time, he was beginning to lose confidence in himself as a father and a designer.
 
Eventually Jones’s health broke down into a series of colds and attacks of flu. He felt sorry for himself – it was everyone else’s fault. He began to hate Darren for messing up his life, and he planned how he could take revenge.
 
Moral of the story: 
~ How easy it is to be unbalanced by things that happen to us in life.

If Jones had taken Centaury (the Bach Flower Remedy to help those who have difficulties saying ‘no’ to others) when the job offer was made to him, the rest of the story would have changed.

On the other hand, if Jones only turned to Bach Flower Remedies when the problems started to build up, he would have forgotten all about the fact that the real cause was his failure to resist someone else’s wishes. Instead Jones will be suffering from a collection of apparently unrelated mental states: guilt for neglecting his children or for not doing a good job; frustration; tiredness; a lack of confidence in his ability to do the job well. After a time, as we have seen, these feelings may be covered up – in our example of self-pity and hatred.

This is the snowball effect. Untreated imbalances tend to build up layers of negative emotion. Once the snowball builds, we lose sight of our path in life and of the original problem. There seem to be so many difficulties that we may be unsure where to begin.

Why did I start SimplyBach and embark on this challenging journey? Because my heart soars whenever I see people willing to help themselves out of the rut, despite all the obstacles they are facing.

However, I came across people wishing to take up my consultation service and embark on their healing journey, but...they stopped in their footpath because of financial constraints. Despite my offer for a discounted consultation fee, they would feel they were imposing on me and would reject my offer. It pains me greatly to see people unable to come forth for their healing for this reason.

For months, I was troubled by this, and wondered how I may reach out to help these people.

Yesterday, I attended a gathering. A voice told me there were 2 people I needed to converse with, though I had no idea what it was about.

Turned out that these 2 people I was supposed to converse with, have all along been helping people on their healing journey without fixing a service fee. They shared a lot of their experience with me, which happened to answer my doubts of what if I were taken for granted by people for not charging a fixed consultation fee?

Ah...so this was the message for me.

I thought it through seriously for the whole night. The next door has opened for me, I shall walk in...gladly...

Henceforth, SimplyBach will not fix the consultation fee. It will be 'pay as you wish', because everyone deserves a chance for their healing journey. And I shall gladly focus on helping people on their healing journey, and leave this monetary dilemma behind.

Are Bach Flower Remedies suitable for pregnant ladies?
Check out this writeup (http://www.bachcentre.com/centre/pregnant.htm) on how Bach Flower Remedies are not only beneficial to pregnant ladies, but also suitable for the whole family when receiving the new little family member.

Puto had an accident today that caused himself and me a scare until our hearts almost  jumped out of our mouths. 

I was doing work at my desk, and Puto as usual, came lying close to my work chair. Today he was lying just next to one of the chair's wheel. I noticed and tried to be very careful not to move, lest I injured him. 

He fell asleep peacefully while I worked. Then there was some loud noise from the neighbour, and it woke him up. He stood up and started panicking. At first, I thought he must had been startled by the noise, so I pampered and stroked him. But then, I started noticing he was trying to run but he could not move on. I saw him pulling against something. The next moment, I saw him pull free from that something, and then I realized his fur was trapped underneath the chair's wheel! A bunch of fur was pulled out as he struggled away. I must had unknowingly moved the slightest inch and trapped his fur unknowingly. Oh, I'm so dreadful sorry, poor boy! 

He stood there, shocked. I tried to calm him down, but he was panting. In my panic, Rescue Remedy came to my mind, and I told him "Don't be scared, Puto. Mummy gives you Rescue Remedy, ok? " I suspected I must had unknowingly used my animal communication skills to send him an image of the Rescue Remedy, because as I rushed out of the room to find the Rescue Remedy, he ran after me. This was not his usual self. Furthermore, a shocked bunny at such situation would most likely not be able to react in this way. 

I had no time to dilute the Rescue Remedy and put 4 drops directly onto his snacks. He gobbled them up eagerly, while I added another 4 drops directly into his drinking water. He calmed down a bit after finishing his snack. Then I tried to use animal communication skills again to ask him to drink from his bottle. He did, and after a mouthful of the water, he used his tongue still wet with the Rescue Remedy to lick on the patch where the fur was pulled off. The next moment, he went back to his happy, cheeky self, looking and playing with me as if nothing had happened at all. while I was still shocked from the accident. 

Now, everything is back to normal. As I'm typing this blog, I can hear that cheeky fella still happily sucking on his water bottle filled with the Rescue Remedy. 

Luckily, Puto was not new to Rescue Remedy as I had fed it to him before, which was why he could understand Rescue Remedy is something good for him and followed me to find the Rescue Remedy quickly  when I accidentally sent him an image of the Rescue Remedy bottle.

What a scare for both of us. I'm going to take some Rescue Remedy to calm myself now. 

Watch this video shared by our Singapore Depression Support Group member Katie. Thanks Katie!

Katie Joy Crawford, a 23-year-old photography student based in Baton Rouge, Louisiana made a photo series that would capture her experiences of with depression and anxiety. The series — which is called My Anxious Heart — is composed of 12 evocative self-portraits and personal captions that convey the crippling effects of mental illness. 
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Does any of these photos describe how you are feeling now? 

Get back your emotional balance. It's do-able.