FENG SHUI X-FILES I
IT STARTED WITH MY FOUNTAIN…
swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth. I was not bribed or paid to share this story. It is just a testimony. Back in 1999, I found Lillian’s Encyclopedia of Feng Shui in a bookshop in London. I flipped it and thought “Hmmm...
that could be interesting.” I also read Lillian’s profile, how she was the CEO of a bank in Hong Kong and also did Harvard Business School. I was also attracted by the Chinese aspect of that skill. I loved their philosophy. I got the book. I went back to Dubai in the UAE where I lived.
You can’t start without a compass. I searched for a compass everywhere, hopelessly, so I kept on reading and understanding the theory before practicing. Ten I found one at a sports shop. I got very confused about the directions first: is South the reference? Do we need to flip or not? Why did we have upside-down charts in different chapters? Many questions, no answers. Ten I decided to start the practice, very confused, keeping north where it was, and locating the other directions. I drew the floor plan of my home and office. I only used the 8 aspirations formula. So there are 8 directions that represent our aspirations, and to achieve harmony you need to activate these corners. It was easy. I just put the element of the direction as displayed in the book. It felt logical. Like a puzzle. I understood that when all directions are in harmony, then luck can be activated. Lillian said “Be creative!” I had to start somewhere. At that time, my job
mattered the most. North was the starting square. I stood in the middle of my living room, defined the space, and planned the changes of the sitting area. So North. Lillian said to put fish there, a water fountain, or the colour blue or black. It was easier said than done. I looked everywhere for a water fountain. Nothing. Time passed by, until I got a bright idea! I can
do my own fountain! I needed a big deep bowl, a water pump, some hollow plastic pipe, and stuff to reflect the sea! How easy was that? A piece of cake! A few months later, I had my own fountain. A beautiful ceramic white and blue Chinese dish with fish painted all over, inside out. An Asian shop had opened on the beach road. Ok. I got the dish, but where was I gonna place it? I didn’t have a table... Or a shelf... I had planned for a real wooden wine barrel… Tat was also an issue. Ten illumination!!! I went to a plant shop, looked around for about an hour until I found MY flower pot. Same blue colour like
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the bowl... I was so lucky! Tat’s the one. Tey put it for me in the car. I drove home as fast as I could. I was so excited! Te watchman helped me to bring it home. He placed the pot like we all do. I put it upside-down. He was confused. I placed the bowl on top of it. Te pot looked like a made-to-measure designer base for my fountain. It was perfect! Even their diameters were the same! Unbelievable! Te match was ideal. Finding pipes was easy: hardware and DIY shops. But I was still missing the pump... Where? Who? How? Pet shops! Tey must have pumps because they sold fish as well, and fish live in aquariums that require pumps! Of course! I was right, and very happy. I was also lucky to find a piece of hard bamboo. I asked the watchman in my building to drill a hole to connect the pipe. I had a lot of shells, pebbles and small crystals. At last I finally had all the ingredients to improve
my career luck. Te process of putting it together was very interesting. I treated this “project” very seriously, convinced that this fountain represented my work and skills. I had its picture in my mind clear like crystal. Every stone I put, every shell I placed was intended. I was actually customizing my career. It had to look great. And I had to love it! I wanted success and evolution. I was strongly convinced it was going to affect my job. It didn’t matter how. Only the change. It took almost six hours to finalize. Shorten the pipe, hide the pump, regulate the flow. I made a real mess. Plug–in. remove. Fix the set-up. Plug again. I flooded the kitchen, holding the pump upside- down... until I liked it. I did it! And loved it! My heart was beating wild. I had achieved my work of art. Te
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