HAVE YOU EVER EXPERIENCED OR WITNESSED A MIRACLE?

[cyberangel]

A miracle is an event not ascribable to human power or the laws of nature and consequently attributed to a supernatural, especially divine, agency - Oxford English Dictionary



Have YOU ever experienced or witnessed a miracle or a miraculous event?

If yes, how did you feel the experience changed you or did it alter how you perceive life? 

[baangus]

Hi cyberangel. This happened in my early 30s during one of the more spiritually-intense times in my life. I was walking home along a quiet country road around 10 p.m. on a beautiful fall evening. When I arrived, I decided to sit down under a tree and take in the starry night sky. As I stared up, the stars began to slowly rotate until the heavens were transformed into a swirling mass of light. It was similar to watching a million comets with their trailing tails of light, all circling the sky together and traveling in the same direction. This went on for several minutes. And no drugs and no alcohol I should mention, I don't do that stuff.

The inner experience I had is much harder to describe. There was a sense that a heavenly host for lack of a better term was present and guiding this cosmic dance. BTW, I experienced this heavenly or creative host presence twice before during two different rebirth sessions, including angelic choir harmonies in surround-sound... and I am about as anti Church-type symbolism as it gets! Anyway, as I continued to watch and take it all in, the euphoric weight of it all suddenly caused me to burst into a full-blown crying fit. There's weeping and then there's wailing, and I was wailing. I cried and cried for probably 10-15 minutes. By the time my tears turned to sniffling, the vision had long ended.

How has this changed me? I've had a number of metaphysical happenings take place in my life, and for the most part I tend to look at these things as spiritual signposts along my life journey and that's about it. Plus, I hold the view that all life is one continuous miracle. What we do, is we catch fleeting glimpses from time to time of the ongoing miraculous reality that is happening all around us in every moment. These windows into the miraculous can open we're at our most spiritually tuned in. It can also happen that we're graced with a vision from out the blue during times of need, something I've experienced a few times.

[sparklekaz]

Hi Lorraine,

I have thought quite a bit about this question. A miracle is a massive thing isn't it. I've looked back over my life and tried to think if I've ever had a miracle happen to me or witnesssed one. Initially I wasn't sure I had. Then I remembered something that happened about 21 years ago.

I had recently moved house, out of the town into a little village about 8 miles away. My daughter Danielle was 6 at the time, and I had decided rather then cause her any more upset at the change, to leave her in the school she had been attending in the town rather then switching to the nearby local village school. I did not drive, and she was to young to travel on her own on the big bus. So a taxi was used to ferry her home with another young girl of 12 who had just started attending the local high school. I was living in a little cottage that was part of an old country house. There was quite a long drive up to the house, so the agreement was that I would meet the taxi at the bottom of the drive by the main road.

It was the third time she'd made the journey home and I was stood waiting to meet her. For some reason, the taxi driver dropped Danni and Kate the other girl on the opposite side of the road. They stood their waiting for the road to be clear and would then cross together. I had looked both ways and nothing was coming so beckoned them over. But before they started to cross; the large town bus was coming from the left. So they waited for that to pass them, then started walking towards me. I was so focused on the two of them crossing I hadn't double checked traffic coming from the right hand-side. I don't know what made me look up, but something did, and to my horror I saw a very large long lorry carrying forestry logs coming down the main road at great speed. I put my hand up to motion to the girls to stop and shouted to them. They both looked at what I was staring and and saw this huge lorry bearing down on them, and they both froze.
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Even telling this story all these years later, my heart is pounding and I feel sick just remember the feeling of terror I felt. The lorry driver saw the girls and put his brakes on hard. But you can imagine, this was a big lorry carrying a heavy load and at great speed as it was a fast road. I felt paralysed to the spot and as the lorry screeched to a halt, the girls disappeared from my view. I honestly thought they were dead. I ran to the front of the lorry, and I heard someone crying mum. Both the girls were underneath the front of the bonnet of the lorry, but miraculously, neither had been touched. My daughter had gravel from the road, as she had struck her head falling backwards. And had a slight bump where she hit the floor. Kate the 12 year old had grabbed her and they'd both fallen backwards. My daughter's head was near the wheel underneath. They both said they'd felt themselves being pulled backwards. What made them fall backwards so the lorry didn't hit them standing upright we will never know. But they were well underneath the cab when we looked under to try to get to them.

The lorry driver couldn't believe it. Bless him, he was as grey as death and really shaken he thought he'd killed them, especially when they both disappeared underneath the front of the lorry. He phoned for an ambulance, the bus driver of the town bus had also pulled up, because as he'd passed the girls, he watched them cross over in his rear mirror and saw the lorry hurtling towards them. I will never forget that day. I truly believe that their guardian angels were watching over them, or a miracle occurred. And I thanked God for it every day. She is now a beautiful women with a little son of her own. But on that day as a 6 year old it could have all been so very different. So I think it was a miracle, I cannot think of any other explanation.

Love and light
Kaz

[baangus]

Mar 24, 2014 16:01:53 GMT sparklekaz said:

So I think it was a miracle, I cannot think of any other explanation.

Hi Kaz, that was quite a story and definitely miraculous. I had a mini-vision this morning while thinking about your post. I've had a couple rebirth sessions where I found myself in a place of spirit. One of the things I deeply experienced in that place was the interconnectedness of all Creation. I still felt myself to be a soul or conscious being, yet at the same time I couldn't distinguish the boundaries that separated me from everything else. I was both separate from everything and one with it.

While thinking about your post, I imagined how that interconnectedness dynamic might manifest on the physical plane. I imagined a city full of people, moving about and walking past each other, entirely unaware of the connections between them. Behind each person, a ribbon of light streamed and flowed. These light or energy ribbons touched and connected with the light ribbons of others as they passed each other in the street. There was a sense as well that karma came into play with regards to how 'consciously' one person would pick up on the energy of another as they moved past each other. The colour of the light itself would change accordingly.

Regardless of how these spiritual energies in fact manifest, there must be some truth to it when it comes to our interactions with others, and especially with the people we're close to. I can see how our karmic connectedness could act as a kind of energy transmitter and receiver that allows us to manipulate the light energy connecting us together. You raised your hand and shouted. What in fact transpired when you did that, that's my question and observation. One possibility is that you reached out, grabbed the girls, and held them in a protective energy embrace.

[sparklekaz]

Dear Baangus,

What a beautiful vision you had. I can relate to what you have said. Many years ago, before Danielle was born I was suffering from acute anxiety and panic attacks. My local vicar had offered to give me some counseling and teach me relaxation techniques. He was doing a degree in psychology and felt he could help. In those days there was no real help for anxiety conditions, just medication. Which I didn't want to take. As they made me feel tired and numb all the time. So as you can imagine I was very grateful for his offer.

Part of the therapy process was keeping a dream journal and discussing my dreams and symbolic meaning (which was to become a lifelong passion of mine) and having a space each week to talk through the triggers for anxiety. Later on, it would be his spiritual development group I would join. But that is another story. One day we were using visualisation as part of the relaxation process. ie. as I was trying to relax and still the mind he would ask what I was seeing. As though my mind ceased it's mental chatter, I would often be flooded with images, which I would tell him about and then we'd discuss. On this occasion. I saw a circle of people. But I saw from each of the people emitted these streams of coloured lights. They seemed to have a life of their own, spreading out and linking up with each other, enfolding, joining and continuous movement. Like tentacles dancing. Your words brought that moment in time back to me very vividly. I remember saying to my mentor at the time. 'Connected are we, by ribbons of many colours'. It felt strange. It was me and yet not me as if the words came from somewhere else. This was at a time before I knew anything about the chakras, the aura and energy.

When you said about me holding out my hand and somehow reached out with my own energy connecting with theirs, you could be right. I know as I reached out my heart and soul were in that motion. If I could have stopped that lorry in it's tracks I would have. But I had not in all this time thought of it in the way you have explained. I think you may be right, even if it helped in a small way. My intention and desperate need may have created that link and with help from the powers that be made it happen. I also believe that when our time is up our time is up, and for Danni and Kate that day, they were not meant to leave this world that way, that day. Thank you so much for sharing Baangus, and for sharing your beautiful vision.

Love and light
Kaz

[baangus]

Mar 26, 2014 13:55:22 GMT sparklekaz said:

Connected are we, by ribbons of many colours

Hi Kaz. That should be a bumper sticker, heh. Pretty neat that you had that vision, and then decades later and based on a story you happened to tell, I have an identical imagination or close to it.

I guess it means I've now caught up to where you were spiritually 20 years ago.

[sparklekaz]

I doubt that Baangus.. you seem very spiritually aware to me. I often wonder to be honest if in those days before I really got into studying and practicing energy healing myself, if I was not closer to the source then I am now. It was all 'virgin pure' to me then. No preconceptions or thoughts of my own to contaminate what I saw. If that makes sense. Of late I've wondered if I've stopped living it and just been thinking it. I would love to be able to reconnect with that.

Love and light
Kaz

[holistichealer]

From my journal, these were written several years ago:


A few years ago, I worked with a guy who had just gotten out of the hospital from Intensive Care a day or so before we went to see him. He had pneumonia (the main and immediate problem), but also Hepatitis C, and some other malady, as well as being listless and depressed. When his friends asked me about him (before I'd met him and a few days prior, while he was in the hospital), I sensed that he had given up and was about ready to "check out" of life itself, and said so. I'd never met him, but got that feeling strongly. They agreed with my summation. We went to see him and try a crystal healing with him.

When I met him, he was sitting in a lounge chair, listless, with little emotion and looked "flat". While he was on the table, I scanned him and found little out of balance, but also found little "life force", too. Nothing else came in for me, in terms of "background info". I just knew that what this guy needed was a boost of will power, first and foremost. So, as I felt drawn to do, I "revved up" and created intentional emotion very much like anger (much like an adrenaline rush during a fight). I focused on "pumping will power into him", for lack of a better way to describe it.

First, I worked on his root chakra... Standing alongside him, but facing the head of the table, I turned my right hand so that it faced up into his root (I was about a foot away from it), and focused intentionally and directly on sending him that same "adrenaline" feeling that I had, through that area and up into him. As I did it, I focused more on how it felt to be in a fight and determined to win... to the point of anger. Next, I worked in a similar manner on his solar plexus, and then on his throat. And when he got off of the table, I gripped his wrist (palm inward, facing his palm... right hand to right hand), squeezed it and said, "Squeeze my wrist.". He did, but it was sort of weak, so I said, "SQUEEZE ME!", with more determination, as I gripped again, and he squeezed noticeably harder.

As I helped him get up, I made sure to maintain the grip and to pull him strongly, as if I were pulling someone up from hanging over a cliff.... And when he got up, the change was dramatic and immediate. He was fully- animated, clear- eyed, and even did a funny little "skit" about a "one- armed picolo player", in which he put on a sport coat and hid his arm under it, sticking his finger out of his pants zipper and holding the picolo with it...

I've never seen anything in Louise Hay's work that relates to the above. Yet the instances were very real. So, "No", I don't see her work as "the Gospel". But I do see it as very insightful and a good primer on looking at core issues that often lay at the foundation of a complaint.

At the same time, I don’t necessarily see everything as having to be “either / or”, in terms of being either a situation that the person “allows in”, or karmic. I’m reminded of the quote from one of the books of the New Testament, often cited in defense of reincarnation. The disciples saw a blind man and asked Jesus, “Master, who did sin, this man, or his parents, that he was born blind.” So, they suspected something karmic, because he was born blind… it wasn’t a consequence of something that he did in his present incarnation. And Jesus replied, “Neither. He was born blind so that the works of (God) could be known through him.”. In other words, it wasn’t karmic and it wasn’t “current”, in terms of the root of it. (I’ve heard it said that children with Down’s syndrome often choose to be born that way, in order to teach people about unconditional acceptance, unconditional love.)

In Lynn's classes, she emphasizes something very similar to a concept central to one in Theta Healing- "layers of existence" (She defines 4 of them, hence the name "Core 4".) They're Spiritual, Mental, Emotional and Physical. (They use different terminology in Theta, but the idea is the same.) The basic concept is that when an illness comes to the physical, it has "germinated" on one or more of the other layers first. The Physical is the final layer- the densest and the one most immediate to our daily awareness.

So, in that framework, you would ask, "Is this Spiritual, Mental or Emotional in origin?". Spiritual has to do with our connection to Source and our connection and intune-ness (is that a word...?) with our life's purpose. Mental has to do with intellectual "stuff", rationalizations, left- brain thinking, etc. Emotional has to do typically with things we were affected by while growing up- from prenatal to adulthood and often relates directly to self- worth, being well- adjusted, feelings of guilt, shame, etc. So, it’s sort of a “triage” approach. You ask to be shown the level it was formed on. The answer tells you if it’s karmic or not, this life or not, etc.

But, none of this really matters, if the client is not willing to "go there" and do the work that opens the door to the blocks that they have... except in rare instances. And, in seeing some of those instances first- hand. (I didn't do the healings- I watched them.), what seems to happen is that the Grace of Creator intervenes. (My suspicion is that the karma, if it existed, was fulfilled, the lesson learned, and the healing was given. The healer was simply the conduit for it to connect.)

An example:

Christmas, about 5 years ago, my best friend, who is becoming an evangelist minister, wanted Lynn and me to hear his very first sermon. So we went. And while there, the Pastor of the small country church made a sermon that included that he believed that healing died with Jesus and his disciples. (My guess is that my friend told him about some of the things Lynn had done, healing- wise, and he wanted to address that, in order to "protect" my friend, etc.)

At any rate, we were asked to go see a lady who had been bed- ridden for 8 months- literally, in bed for 8 months. The Doctor told her that she'd never walk again. So, we went. "We" included several members of the church, in addition to my friend Randy and the Pastor.

So, Lynn's hand started glowing red in a patch on her palm, which means that a certain kind of energy is running through her at that time- one that produces pretty miraculous results. And Lynn walks in and asks the lady how she's doing, and gets a listless, "I'm okay.", kind of answer. And Lynn says, "So, I hear that the doctor says you'll never walk again.", and the lady basically nods in agreement.

"So, how do you feel about that?", Lynn asks.

"Well, I guess he's the doctor and he knows what he's talking about."

"Okay. But how do you feel about him saying that?"

"Not good, I guess."

(All this time, Lynn is pulling energy - thought forms- off of the lady's legs as she speaks to her.)

"Doesn't it bother you, to be told that you'll be here in bed for the rest of your life?"

"Yeah, I guess it does."

"I mean, are you happy with that?"

"No, I'm not."

"Would you like to change it?"

"Yeah."

"So, let's try something. If you would, just sit up for a minute."

(And Lynn and I help her sit up. And Lynn continues pulling the energy from her legs and having me do the same.)

"So, let's take this for a spin. Just put your feet on the floor for a minute and tell me what it feels like."

(She does.)

"It feels okay."

"Okay, so now, let's just try this. Duane and I will help you stand and not let you fall, so let's see how that feels."

(And she stands weakly, as we steady her.)

"How does that feel?"

"It's okay. Pretty good, I guess."

"So now, take this for a spin. Just put your right foot out in front of your left."

(And she does.)

"And now, shift your weight to your right ad move forward a bit as you do."

(And she does.)

"And now, put your left foot in front of your right."

(And Lynn looks at me and nods, which means, "let her go.", and I do, as she takes a step on her own.)

"And another, just to be sure."

(And she takes another step.)

"And just keep going to the wall." (About 8 feet away.)

(And she does.)

"And now, turn around and come back and have a seat."

(And she does.)

And the Pastor says, "Well! I guess I've been shown!"

That lady is still up and walking as of the last time I heard of her a few months ago.

NOTE: Lynn knew before we got there that something "miraculous" would happen. It's the presence of that kind of energy that lets her know. There's no "story", necessarily. The healing simply happens.

I had a similar thing happen to me. My Grandmother was deathly ill and lost at least 30 lb. in 1997, over a 6 week period. She was on the verge of checking out at any time, we knew. But one time when I was visiting her, I got this weird feeling that I could actually do something about it. And I followed the feeling I got, put my hands on her and felt this flowing energy like I've rarely felt. After a few minutes, I stopped, when I felt, "Done", and went to the dining room. About 20 minutes later, she was up, smiling and had a full meal and kept it down- something that she had not been able to do for weeks. And she recovered from that point on, living another 10 years, until last September.

(I didn't even know what healing is at that point in my life, other than something that people in the Bible did, or TV preachers, which were dubious at best. )

So, in both instances above, there was no need for a "story", or a "procedure", etc. There was just a knowing and a following the feelings, and a healing that resulted.

But those are the rare cases. (Rarer for me than for Lynn. I saw her heal one of my best friends of Hepatitis B and C in a brief, 10 minute session, as a by- product of healing him so that he could stand up straight again after several years. He'd been run over by a fork lift. His doctor had no way to understand it and called him in disbelief after running lab tests that indicated no Hepatitis at all in his system.)

[cyberangel]

My Miracle

I had this terrible toothache once and it was crippling. I had been suffering for a few days before I went to the dentist. The dentist said unfortunately he could not do anything for me as my back wisdom tooth was coming through but there was an abscess between the tooth and the gum and that my tooth was pushing on the abscess and he could not risk lancing the gum in case he burst the abscess. He sent me home and told me to take paracetamol for the pain and to come back in a few days.

For 2 days after I suffered such pain and was unable to eat or sleep and the paracetamol was having no effect whatsoever. I was unable to talk and cried all day with the pain. By the 3rd night I could not take anymore and I was so weary and weak. In the early hours I went into our sitting room. I sat on the chair and rocked back and forth begging God to please take away the pain. I pleaded with him to help me or kill me as I could not take it anymore.

I remember looking up and I saw our wall mural of Jesus. The picture showed Jesus with his Sacred Heart showing and his arm and hands outstretched and his eyes looking up. I placed my hands on his hands and cried for help aloud. “Dear sweet Jesus please please help me I can’t take it no more”. I then noticed the small bottle of Lourdes holy water underneath the mural (a neighbour kindly brought us some back from her visit). I knelt on the floor and begged Jesus again to help me. Then I picked up the bottle of Holy Water and I unscrewed the top.

I had all kinds of thoughts and I pictured all the people that had bathed in the Lourdes fountain water with all sorts of ailments and diseases and I imagined bits of skin and all sorts that could be floating in the water. But I was in such pain and despair that I didn’t care and I thought to myself as I put the bottle straight to my lips “Kill me or Cure me but please take away this pain”. I guided the water in my mouth gently to the painful side of my gum. I swilled it around for a few moments and then swallowed it.

I then sat back onto my heals looking up and cried my eyes out and looked at our Lords face and I could barely see his features as my eyes were so full of tears. Suddenly I felt this urge to kneel up onto my knees and to put my hands into the prayer position, while continuing to stare at Jesus. I had no sooner done this when I actually felt something brush the side of my face...ever so softly right over the part of my jaw that was in agony. As it slowly brushed my face I felt the pain being removed...it was like it was being drawn out. My eyes were open the entire time and I saw nothing but could feel this happening.

It took less than a few seconds....and after I fell back onto my heals...like into a slump. It took me a moment or two to comprehend what had just happened. I remember touching my jaw to check the pain had gone and it had completely. I cried and cried with relief and could not stop saying “Thank You Thank You Thank You Sweet Jesus” over and over again. I turned my head this way and that way to make sure that the pain had gone and it truly was.

When I had got over the shock and relief of what had happened I went to bed and slept like I’d never slept before. I awoke the next morning feeling great...no pain!!! I went into mum in the kitchen and told her what had happened in the early hours and she was so delighted for me as she knew and was so worried about the pain I was in. I was able to drink again and I felt so amazing. A couple of hours later I went to the bathroom and while I was in there I felt this lump in my mouth.

I moved it around with my tongue and spat in out into my hand. I could not believe my eyes at what it was. There is was a dark green filled sack (about the size of a flattened pea) completely intact. I ran and showed my mum. She could not believe it. She immediately looked inside my mouth and could see no opening from where it could have come through. I busted it and the smell was putrid. I asked my dentist how did my abscess come out? He could not believe it. I explained how I felt a lump in my mouth and just spat it out into my hand and only for my mother saying she also saw it I don’t think he would have believed me.

He said in all the years being a dentist he has never ever seen never mind heard of an abscess coming out intact. He said I was so lucky that it did not bust within the gum or I could have got blood poisoning. Furthermore he could see no way possible on how it came through the gum without bursting! I told him about the holy water and the excruciating pain and told him that I had a miracle. He just smiled at me...simply because I don’t think he could argue the fact that I had received anything other than a miracle.

To this day I remember that night and the unbearable pain I was in and I will never forget the miracle EVER. Thank you Dear God and Sweet Jesus, I am so very very grateful. It still brings a lump to my throat when I think about it.

Love and Light