In the Miracle

What is a miracle? It is not the intercession of a supernatural being into material affairs, not an event that violates the laws of the universe. A miracle is something that is impossible from one's current understanding of reality and truth, but that becomes possible from a new understanding.

A miracle is more than an event: it is an invitation. It says, "The universe is bigger than you thought it was." It invites us to step into a larger world, in which new things are possible. A miracle can blow apart our world if we accept it. Indeed, sometimes we do not accept it; sometimes we relegate it to the category of "that was weird," an exception to life, and we preserve normalcy and think and live as we always have, as if nothing had happened. When faced with an event that defies our usual explanations, we discard the event to preserve the explanation.

Today we can no longer afford to ignore our miracles. The world and its inhabitants are subject now to afflictions for which there is no cure, no hope from within the normally possible. Anyone who truly understands the magnitude of the global ecological crisis knows there is no hope, just as there is no hope for the Stage IV cancer patient, the MS sufferer, the victim of any of the legion of incurable diseases that arose in the late 20th century. Nor is there any reasonable hope for peace and justice in Palestine, or Tibet, or the prison system; nor for the resolution of any of the entrenched iniquities of our world. Long-ignored, the gathering crisis of ecology, energy, economy, and society pierces our complacency now with undeniable urgency, and we realize we have no choice but to accomplish the impossible.

Another way to put it is that it is time to enter miracle consciousness, and another way to put that is that it is time to accept the invitation to step into a bigger world. No wonder people reject miracles, often quite strenuously: to step into a new world is scary. But today, finally, we have no choice. The old world is crumbling around us, and there is nowhere else to go.

As we stand, tentatively, at the threshold of a new and larger world, hanging back, hesitant to step into it and sensing that when we do, a door will close behind us, it helps to be bathed in miracles, not just one but many to show that yes, the realm of the possible is indeed far vaster than we know, and no, we are not crazy for leaving normal behind. I therefore invite all present to share a first-hand story of the impossible, for our mutual inspiration and encouragement. Let us share our miracles: happenings that blatantly violate the laws of physics, the facts of medicine, the axioms of human nature as we have known them. Let us ease each other into a vast new world where healing is possible.

As you read these stories, you may feel a mix of inspiration or even homecoming, side by side with hostility or fear. The vicious stridency of the skeptic, the emotional charge behind the cynic's dismissal of miracles, suggests an underlying fear. If you feel hostile, contemptuous, or anxious as you read certain of the sharings, I invite you to sit with that feeling, explore what is behind it, and not immediately discharge it by explaining it as hoax or delusion. Simply feel the emotional quality of your response. If you find a strong underlying fear, respect it as your protector, a guardian that keeps you from leaving your world before it is time. If, on the other hand, the fear, hostility, cynicism, or dismissal seems old and tired, and the feeling of inspiration or homecoming is stronger, then it shows you are ready for miracle consciousness -- to step into a new normal.

In the passage from one world to the next, the first miracle we accept gives us hope -- the glimpse of a new possibility. The next miracle takes us beyond hope into belief. Belief invites even more miracles, and it bootstraps into faith -- living in the miraculous. Finally, when the miraculous is normal, faith turns into knowing, and we become the masters of miracles, which are miracles to us no longer. Yet always, an even bigger world awaits.

Faith is not a prerequisite for miracles -- the universe is more generous than that. When we grow up against the limits of our world, our growth exerts an unstoppable pressure that creates, in the words of Joseph Chilton Pearce, a "crack in the cosmic egg." The light that shines through this crack takes the form of miracles, visitations from a brighter and larger world. Now is time to begin pecking and pushing, striving toward that light, widening the crack.

The egg metaphor only goes so far. Ours is a collective birthing, in which the emergence of each of us encourages the rest. You might say, we tear at the eggshells of our brothers and sisters. Some emerge before the rest, inhabiting the world of miracles; their continued sanity and effectiveness reassures us that these inexplicable events are not glimpses of madness after all: a sane and intelligent person can live among them.

In the comments section for this essay, I invite readers to share their own miracles: anything that showed you the presence of a larger world where more things are possible. It needn't be something that we'd think of as supernatural, though it might be. It could be a transformation of a person or a community, in violation not of natural laws but of the laws of human nature as you knew them. Whatever it was, it should be something that took your breath away, made your spine tingle, made you marvel, filled you with gratitude or dread or both; or, perhaps, it scared you and made you turn away, but stuck with you, impossible to accept and impossible to dismiss. Be honest in your description, and don't worry that people will disbelieve you and think you are crazy, naive, or dishonest. Some undoubtedly will.

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A Beautiful Moment

Submitted by AngelXaamay on Thu, 08/13/2009 - 11:35.

Yes miracle happens we have only to pay attention. My brother in law was struggling between life and death for weeks after he tried to commit suicide. My family and I were at his bed side even if we did not understand why he did that. almost everyday for a month I went to see him and we talked ... we talked not about what he has done but about small things,beautiful moments of our life. And as days passed by and his condition was worse and worse, we talked, we even laughed and I was amazed to see a new person. He was no more the stressed, sad man I knew. Even if he was under a lot of pain he was calm, he was serene. Two weeks ago he left this plane. This very difficult experience that is the suicide of a dear one turned out to be a beautiful moment... a moment of truth. Denise

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a miraculous healing

Submitted by ChristineDeLuca on Fri, 08/14/2009 - 04:04.

It's so interesting to me that you have asked this. On July 23, I went to have energy work done called "The Reconnection." I've had a lot of experiences with energy healing. The website describes the Reconnection this way: "The intent of The Reconnection is to bring us into the fullness of our inherent connection with the universe. This is done via a two-session experience, commonly referred to as receiving your Reconnection. And, of course, to achieve the degree of reconnection brought fourth [sic] via The Reconnection, you will, to some extent, experience healing as part of the process." In another place I think I read that it allows one to be reconnected with the universe's grid of light and information, to have one's own meridians realigned with the greater universe. Okay. So I expected it to be something of a "spiritual healing." What I did not expect, and what I have not been able to wrap my brain around, is that it rapidly accelerated the healing of my rib cage. In a pretty freak accidental injury, a massage therapist loosened several of my ribs last October, and a doctor further worsened the injury in December by squeezing my rib cage (because he didn't believe the rib cage had been injured in the way I was describing, until my ribs gave under his hands). When I say this energy work has rapidly accelerated my healing, what I mean is that my ribs were literally moved back into their correct position and the cartilage where the ribs meet the sternum has been so strengthened that literally within 24 hours I was able to lift things I couldn't lift before without my ribs shifting out of place. And they haven't moved since. I can't prove it, because the injury was never bad enough to show up on an x-ray. But *I* know it has happened, and it has actually frightened the crap out of me because it is so beyond my capacity to believe it! I am still in pain-- in fact, for the first ten days I was in more pain than before, which was very hard to explain to my doctors. All of it is hard to explain to my doctors! But I am blown away. I went back to have a "Reconnective Healing" session last week, which is more geared towards a physical kind of healing, and it greatly improved the whiplash injury that had me going to treatments last year to begin with. Again, this was totally unexpected and something I wasn't "looking for" at all. I am deeply humbled by the experiences. And I have kept them almost entirely to myself, because I've been concerned that people will think I am nuts and totally disbelieve me. What I've said is that my ribs seem to have stabilized and I do not give an explanation. But I am now going to get trained in this work in LA in late September because of this experience. If it can return the molecules of my cartilage and bones closer to their original structure and composition, I am wondering what this healing energy can do if applied to water or earth that has been corrupted by man....Thanks for the opportunity to share this.

for the water

Submitted by Charles Eisenstein on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 11:35.

You are welcome. Your speculation, "I am wondering what this healing energy can do if applied to water or earth that has been corrupted by man" is exactly what I am talking about, when I speak of "it will take a miracle to save the planet". The degradation is beyond what conventional solutions can remedy.

charles

one miracle that happened to me

Submitted by artyEM on Fri, 08/14/2009 - 11:15.

I was driving on the D.C. beltway in an icestorm. I got off the highway because of the ice and crazy scary driving conditions, and in solid bumper to bumper three lanes of traffic, my car spun out. Round and round I went, and ended up facing the opposite way, but had not hit or been hit by any other vehicle. A cop was right behind me, and she put on her lights to stop traffic, we both got out of our car and surveyed the situation - strangely - I just had a flat tire. A man in a nice suit walked up (keep in mind there was still icy rain falling) and asked me if he could change my tire. He seemed very serene, and I was a bit discombobulated . . . . so I just said, "Sure." A few minutes later the cop came back from her car, and asked what happened - seems the tire got changed with the spare before I could really even process what was going on. "A man changed my tire for me," I explained and her job just dropped. "YOU are the luckiest person I have ever met," she said. Then she stopped the three lanes of traffic so I could turn my car around and be on my way. I was so tired and freaked out I didn't really think at the time about what was happening, but it sort of didn't make any sense. I think that guy was an angel. and I think my car to spin out like that without hitting anything was just, well, a miracle.

And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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Holocene extinction

Submitted by McNuggetz on Fri, 08/14/2009 - 11:41.

It is becoming more obvious everyday. Many ancient civilizations predicted this extinction event. The Mayans predicted this event well over a thousand years ago. Maybe thats why the mayan calender ends in 2012? I am not for or against this extinction. It is what it is, life will go on with or without us. For better or for worse who knows?

The greatest miracle has already happened. It was the creation of the universe. The universe makes any and all things possible. We are part of it, it is a part of us. The universe is an incomprehensible perfection. And just as we are aware of it, it is aware of us. Maybe you know this already, maybe you don't know, maybe you forgot that you are part of the greatest miracle. When I think of it like that I know that everything is going to be alright.

My Miracle Of My Own

Submitted by walksly on Fri, 08/14/2009 - 12:32.

Seven summers ago, in 2002, I was 34 years-old, and had just gotten married to the love of my life. And we were expecting our first child (A girl) several weeks hence. I was feeling wonderfully happy and quite centered, yet excited and nervous about impending fatherhood. I felt like I was standing at the doorway to Real Adulthood. We'd married on an island off the cost of Maine, and were staying in my bride's family cottage. One afternoon, I was alone at the cottage, took a shower, did a little yoga on the deck overlooking the water, and took a small hit of pot from a pipe I had with me. (Note: I've never taken any hallucinogens or other drugs, besides alcohol, and am only an occasional pot-smoker). I decided to lie on my back and take in the sky overhead. It was breezy and overcast, and the clouds were swirling. With the little bit of cannabis in my system, I felt awe-struck, lying there, watching the clouds, seeing occasional crows and seagulls flying overhead, hearing the beating of their wings, listening to the wind...I was struck with a feeling of the immensity of the natural world, with the earth beneath me, and the vast sky above. I was watching the different shapes the clouds were forming, a bunny, a horse's head, etc...then I saw what looked like the shape of an eye form in the clouds, and eye which seemed to be gazing down at me very intensely. But I didn't take it too seriously, and soon it faded away. But then something happened that took my breath away. Still gazing skyward, I watched the clouds and shadow slowly take the shape of what appeared to be a word, written in cursive--I though to myself, "That looks like the word--" and as I thought it, the word YES appeared quite suddenly and unmistakeably in the clouds above me! I gasped, I blinked my eyes several times, not quite believing what i was seeing, but there it was: YES...And then, as with all the other shapes I'd seen, it drifted away. I sat up, my heart galloping in my chest, and thought about what I'd just seen: the most miraculous affirmation I might ever recieve.

infinite and beyond

Submitted by SirCooper on Fri, 08/14/2009 - 13:04.

last February my dad had a heart attack. The whole event had complete divine intent and oddly enough my innerself had been preparing for it. I awoke that morning with my chest on fire and news that my dad was in the hospital. Basically at that point the heavens opened up and in my panicked state i was receiving otherworldly advice and corporation. What ever was above me showed me that I too laid with them there. The hospital opened the eyes of my less spiritual family members. They began to catch scent of everything i was laying witness too. I was shown that i was to show my family this new way of life and to patiently walk them through the process. The week long event in the hospital left me with encounters with higher entities, a more in depth understanding of the framework of the mind and man himself. After the fact i learned of the path of enlightenment, unknowingly began fasting, and i started shaping a new world for myself and my family. lol, i never thought life was this grand.

Gratitude

Submitted by chickpeas on Fri, 08/14/2009 - 16:52.

My father had been out of work and in ill health for a while. The night before he was to go into surgery for his condition I found a nice picture of him and and wrote down my intention for him that he should be healthy wealthy and happy. I wrote this phrase down repeatedly on a piece of paper which I wrapped around his picture and then put under my pillow and went to sleep. The next day I got the news that not only was he recovering nicely form the surgery but someone had phoned to offer him a job. I felt at first astounded and then extremely grateful.

looking for miracles

Submitted by behaviorman on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 00:48.

Life is a miracle. We have simply grown insensitive to the true miracles. A cut heals. Nobody writes a big article about it, it does not make headline news, but it is a miracle nonetheless. A baby is born. The positioning of the earth in just the precise relationship to the sun...etc. etc. etc. This whole business about entering "miracle consciousness" is a farce. It reminds me of my experience of the evangelical Christian church...people being "slain in the spirit" or speaking in tongues, etc. all seemed to me to be manufactured. As was my experiences in seeking enlightenment with the silk pajama people. We not only have become insensitive to miracles, but have developed a callousness...we collude in the killing of people, of deathmaking at a terrifying level...we devalue the lives of so many people...we trash the planet with our refuse, live for today, etc. What we do to our own bodies with nicotine, food, alcohol, etc. etc. I am not sure what the ANSWER is, but I doubt that it is miracle consciousness...but perhaps something closer to simply valuing the beauty that is already here with us in the present moment...and living in accordance with it...

Love's path is a miracle

Submitted by lunacloudwatcher on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 10:11.

Back in 1997 I was finishing up a super-liberating year abroad as an exchange student in The Netherlands, the year between graduating from high school and going to college...the whole year was really mind-blowing, living in a different culture, family, environment...taking a break from the over-ambitious flow I was in in high school and experiencing just BEing and Experiencing life was definately a miracle in itself...

near the end of my year i ended up by "chance" at House-party in amsterdam, my first one ever, and was given the gift of a little pill of exstacy. The experience was a miracle, I felt in all the cells of my body for the first time a real feeling of inner-love (something my inner-critic never allowed me to dare feel before that)~~~~~I was broken open, and the fire of love lifted me up.

At the end of the night I was given a flyer for another party in amsterdam the next weekend...I took it and never thought I would go to it...I lived in the east of Holland, and my host-family probably wouldn't be too keen on me going to Amsterdam twice within 2 weeks. The next week my love-epiphany kept working through my system (and still is to this day) and to make a long story short, I ended up going to that underground houseparty, in the old harbors of amsterdam...at the beginning of the night, I sat down on a couch and thought to myself: "I feel completely content with myself..." usually I was always looking for a mate, feeling insecure, comparing myself to others, feeling closed. But tonight I felt seriously and completely content.

At that moment a man walked into the room and I was immediately attracted to him...later on in the night we spoke and I could literally FEEL our 2 souls merging into one another...up until then I had thought reincarnation was bullshit, but at that moment i could FEEL that our union was older than this lifetime...i had met my twin soul.

The miracle continues...9 years ago I immigrated to the Netherlands, and we continue to live in love, i continue to experience and investigate the inner love within...my endless gratitude for this union with myself, with my life-partner, and in this world...I am so deeply grateful*

long story, thanks for listening*

"There are only two ways to live your life: one as though nothing is a miracle, the other as if everything is a miracle. I believe the latter." --albert einstein

Inklings, Hunches, Feelings, Knowings

Submitted by madeline.kate on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 10:50.

ah, you touch me!

That quote of Einstein was on my screensaver just before reading this article :]

Bringing up the topic of twin flame...it's something I'm grappling with--the romantic [and mystic scientists] in me so want it to be true, the other half of divine spark; but the heart-break in me tells me that I can't experience something like that. I suppose I'm still young [21] and finding what is my love. As a side miracle, last summer I took on a manifestation experiment, one key one was a loving relationship. I soon met a guy who fit the bill nearly to a tee. I broke up with him sort of suddenly after thinking about the effect the relationship had on me. Or that I ascribed to it. Imagined of it. My question to you, is HOW DOES ONE KNOW? Like, really know? How can one decipher the karmic love from the true twin? Or is it really just a matter of choice? That one decided and so it passes? Anyways, maybe this mystery is still over my head...I shall continue to live in the moment!

i feel ya...

Submitted by lunacloudwatcher on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 18:45.

I feel you on that question: how does one know?

love is totally irrational, it is a gut feeling all the way...so keep on listening and trusting that inner voice and feeling that says: YES* in all the ways in your life...there is no way that you are too young to understand and feel what is true...in fact, maybe you are more receptible to the purity of true loving experiences, being at the stage you are in your life...blessings on your journey*

"There are only two ways to live your life: one as though nothing is a miracle, the other as if everything is a miracle. I believe the latter." --albert einstein

To madeline.kate

Submitted by Leon Night on Sun, 08/16/2009 - 08:42.

In his book: When the Impossible Happens, Stan Grof relates a very deeply felt soul attachment experience, the potential of which seemed written in the stars, that progressed quickly through marriage and into divorce. His conclusion: Even the most deeply felt soul connections can be misinterpreted.

My tendency is to always take the following transpersonal approach: Because I am only this current iteration of me, and everyone else is only their current iteration of their own self, it is quite likely that we will occasionally meet someone whom we’ve known intimately in a former lifetime.

I think the case of lunacloudwatcher above is a rare occurrence of two souls (or one soul) finding each other as planned during their between life. Many other deeply felt soul recognitions may indeed be legitimate, but were their meetings deliberately planned? And, if so, for what specific karmic purpose?

I think an important conversation between two aware people in such a situation should revolve around trying to ascertain the status of this important distinction. Did we plan this meeting in the between-life? If so, what will be its karmic purpose? Or… is this just a pleasant distraction; a fleeting reminder of our transpersonal nature as humans? Did we plan to meet again as friends, or as something greater? Can we come to an immediate agreement regarding this question, but agree to revisit it as time passes?

From my personal experience this ‘conversation’ is impossible when I am the only one aware of the previous attachment.

I love your name!

Submitted by madeline.kate on Sun, 08/16/2009 - 22:17.

I thank you for heightening my awareness to this topic...

I suppose that the conversation, the addressing of the relationship in the framework of its planning, happens in every instance although with some people its merely on a subliminal level and each may therefore derive his own meaning from it. This is not really too difficult, despite the frustration one may have over the big why?, because one gets to make his own ends without taking interfering feedback from the other. However, in my own experience, it becomes difficult--or I should say fantasies run rampant--when you literally have this conversation with somebody who agrees it was destined for some purpose although they can't explain it themselves, or won't explain it, which okay I accept that because hey I can't rightfully tell you what you mean to me either...and yet as we both move forward, I can't get this feeling of him past my heart. Maybe there's still something I'm holding onto that's not mine to hold on to? Or maybe I'm missing the mark somewhere? But then maybe, just maybe, it's because I'm still in his heart too. I suppose maybe that's right anyway, we all give our heart away to those we admire, even just a little. In the end, there's no way to change another and no reason to; so despite the strange things his persona and really all past loves make me think, I try to let the occurrence empower me and lift me up rather than tear me down.

Though I find myself in a particularly peculiar [if not cruel! thank heavens :p] situation with all the fantasies and sort of half-manifestations that went on...You see, while I was living through what I dreamt about, it was like I was very unconsciously aware, or perhaps subconsciously, of the final outcome [or "final" outcome] meaning the breaking point where the dream memory faded out all the while and yet I could tap into that knowing in moments and realize what I was doing and how I was weaving it [although really, I was quite clueless; the way I describe it, "I was following my feet"]. But, naturally, the end wasn't "the end" yet there were a few fragmented endings nonetheless and I suppose I just can't place whether they will happen or might've happened or sincerely were just fantasies. Like, maybe the whole way I'm positing the question or pressing the answer of who I am to marry is causing this bouncing illusion of static feedback which really, rather than being viable solutions or a world I'd want to inhabit, is just a holding ground a protective barrier waiting to be eliminated as soon as I'm ready. Shooof! I'm gonna have to let that percolate some more.

Gosh, thanks for sharking...aka sharing :>

Transpersonal amnesia

Submitted by Leon Night on Mon, 08/17/2009 - 06:44.

You said: “But, naturally, the end wasn't "the end" yet there were a few fragmented endings nonetheless and I suppose I just can't place whether they will happen or might've happened or sincerely were just fantasies.”

That’s the ‘problem’ with transpersonal amnesia; if only we could remember the various contexts of each of the connections we recognize!

Some people just can’t wrap their head around the possibility of having had thousands of lives, and would rather not even try. I think that the more we try, the more willingness we demonstrate to the chaos, which is evolving our psyche, that we’re ready to become conscious of our transpersonal realities.

If we started with just the most recent past life and were able to absorb that shock… Then the one before that… Then the one before that… Eventually we might come to see that we very rarely ever meet someone we haven’t already known, which indicates that there are really no beginnings or endings when it comes to relationships; only unexplored trajectories to experiment with.

Like you said above, which was so beautifully put!

There is no way to truly know...

Submitted by LordArt on Sun, 08/16/2009 - 14:39.

It is an unfortunate truth there is no way to truly know. Any evidence to show that "this is the ONE" can just as easily be rigged to make you think such simply because of what you'll learn by the experience of going through it.

There is the other part of the equation that is typically being missed. For you to be ready for the one, you have to be the type of person that they would want too. That takes growth and learning on your part to become that person. Many things in life prepare you but some of best ways is going through certain relationships.

I will also say that even if you find the true twin, that doesn't meant that will last forever this lifetime either. I know from experience. Your twin may not be as far along as you are, and while you might be ready, they might not be ready for you. Or even the possibility that you help them grow by making the ultimate sacrifice by not staying with them for this lifetime.

In the end, all you can do is do what you think is right for yourself/in your best interests and hope that this is finally something that is "meant" to last.

I think I know you

Submitted by madeline.kate on Sun, 08/16/2009 - 21:42.

Who me?

Submitted by LordArt on Mon, 08/17/2009 - 10:11.

Why on earth would you think that? *whistles* ;)

You owe me a phone call, BTW. I suppose some of this is what you wanted to talk about. Obviously there is push for this conversation considering I stumbled upon you here!

A simple miracle

Submitted by Jagrati on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 10:17.

I really like these words by Charles, "A miracle is something that is impossible from one's current understanding of reality and truth, but that becomes possible from a new understanding." For me it is a miracle that as an alcoholic I no longer have to drink. Not drinking seemed an impossibility to me at one time, but through a new understanding I found a new reality for myself. Perhaps those who have been in the depths of a painful addiction will understand how I feel. This is a simple but profound miracle in my life. I have had many others that tell me that I am not alone in this journey of human experience.

Crossing Space and Time and adventures through Da'ath

Submitted by madeline.kate on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 10:37.

Before I begin to even write, I can feel a fever in my stomach. The experience I'd like to share has totally reworked my understanding of the universe and the reality we co-create out of its vast space. I suppose it begins with a feeling I'm sure many others have experienced, the knowing of another person you've just met. I dated a man of this kind when I was seventeen, and I suppose that was my first real heartbreak. When our eyes first met, I was literally shocked sitting in the passenger side of his car, the electricity buzzing me frozen and the pale blue of his eyes burning my consciousness. There was a hurricane of emotions though in the eye, lied fear. The relationship was characterized by this fear: fear to speak my Truth, fear to acknowledge things as they really were, fear to honor my karma. When we at last parted in spring of 2006, he didn't want to hear from me at all. Which was why I was so surprised to hear from him again in October of 2007. It had been a weird year for me already, I'd moved off campus during my second year of undergrad, and had a room with rainbow walls--deep purple, sensuous red, school-bus yellow, forest green, and lime green. That house was haunted too, made quite a lot of noise, somebody was always in the kitchen moving tupperware, but otherwise the presence was benign. During the previous year, I can remember a desperate time, when I'd encountered a wanderer, when people spoke in hushed tones about mental dis-ease, I called out to my former love, just with a thread's hope of reaching him, declaring my own doubts of my sanity. I'd left him a message. So perhaps I really wasn't so surprised by hearing from him again but more so by the feelings that came with the knowing. I knew things about him then I couldn't explain. He was in a bad relationship and I supposed it couldn't sustain itself much longer. He was still with the girl he'd gotten with shortly after our demise. Out of her irrational fear, she commanded him not to speak to me, and he obeyed. It's a shame what goes on under the name of Love. But I knew deep down it wouldn't be the last I'd know of him, even though in my conscious mind I tossed around how to cope with such a possibility. I shaved my head sometime that October, near Halloween, people suggested I'd make a perfect Evey heh. Not quite what I had in mind, not a role, not a ploy...I wanted to get down to some realness, defy the common social laws, step out of my normal zone. I remembered the powerful influence such an act had on a male friend of mine and I felt it was my time. I'd stopped eating meat and now I wanted to become a clear channel for consciousness, and thus began the Great's experiment. Yearning to find a place for my creativity, my music my art that had nearly been tossed to the wind as I entered this monstrous college scene, I auditioned for the musical "Hair" that a local theatre company was putting on. There I met a couple people I knew -- one with the same first name as me, a sweet lady I'd sung in high school choir with; the other, a boy with a birthday I was expecting to know. Ironically, even with no viable hair, the directors seemed impressed enough with my somewhat melancholic rendering of "Nowhere Man" [I'm a huge Lennon fan :]. At the callbacks, the real inner journey started. The song to be sung was "Air". As a huge lover of the environment, this song touches me deep. I remember drudging through the snow to get there, I was nervous and fighting with myself to stay positive...I'd so many things on the mind. In the room, I was highly sensitized to all the nerves that were going on. I sort of kept to myself and perhaps that's where I could have made better choices. My competitive spirit seemed to undermine me, and when it was my turn to perform "Air" I pushed myself to do it without looking at the words, but as the lines were unfamiliar, I tripped myself up and sadly broke with frustrated emotion, laughing myself out of it. It heralded an event that was to come...not too many months later I'd be led to a church, my idea to "shake things up a little", but what I found was something more profound and really remembered the dream where I'd been singing in this church but the voice wasn't mine. When I'd dreamt up these three months a year ago, I wasn't yet too detached from my confidence, I knew my voice as the strongest one in choir, but this me in the dream in the church had such a feeble, thin sound. So it was to pass. The more I piece out details, the more difficult this story gets to tell, because I realize it truly is endless. There were horrifying moments, breath-taking moments, sublime moments, embarrassing moments, and paralyzing moments! When I realized what I was in, which perhaps I'm still realizing, but as it occurred to me that this time was known to me already, I sought a teacher. I met a pagan group and finally a magical group, whereby at this time, I was also looking for a soul mate. Ha, be careful what you ask for; although by some standards we weren't such a bad match, in truth I was in a position vulnerable to believing it was divine when it was really torpid. The dream segments spanned from that October through the following Spring. As time wore on, and notably after I met my "soul-mate" who was incidentally also my magic teacher [www.omnimancy.com], the events faded into a feeling of deja vu and my manifestations slowly felt to come under my direction [although granted, I'm no God...yet!] So believe what you will of this, but I can't deny it, especially as I recorded poetic accounts of these dreams. What I know is that there is a place we can all access where there is one Truth and that when entered, anything is possible. It is not the manipulation that goes on in this arena that is difficult for people, that is intuitive; rather, it is in finding the entrance that many encounter blocks. I hope my tale of future-dreaming may help tear down those illusory walls that keep you from embodying your Divine Nature. Oh, and keep the record of your dreaming close to your heart!

love's path continued..

Submitted by lunacloudwatcher on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 10:38.

I forgot to include the most miraculous part of my meeting with my soul-partner that night: becoming aware of the miraculous web of all the people and situations that influenced me, that lead me to that moment in time: from the girl in high school who told me it was even possible to be an exchange student After high school, to the taxi driver, to the person that gave me the flyer for that night, to my parents for baring me...i was astounded (and still am) by all the big and little influences that lead me to that place, that night, that without a doubt changed the course of my life forever...

We are all jewels in this web of life, and we should never underestimate the influence we all have on each other~~~~~~~~shine on you crazy diamonds, live the miracle that is your life*

"There are only two ways to live your life: one as though nothing is a miracle, the other as if everything is a miracle. I believe the latter." --albert einstein

Einstein

Submitted by behaviorman on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 12:06.

LOVE the Einstein Quote!! Cuts to the heart of things, he does.

A few miracles from Taiwan

Submitted by Charles Eisenstein on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 10:58.

1. I was briefly married to a woman with the surname of Fang. Her father had crossed over from China as a teenager with the Nationalist army, and been adopted by a local man, who she called grandfather. One day she went to a street psychic who would essentially bet people a couple dollars that he could guess their surname. He had a big board with all the common surnames printed on it -- one might say that he traced over all of them and watched for some subliminal clue. Anyway, Fang tried it and he said "Your surname is Hu."

"No it's not, it's Fang."

"No, it's Hu."

They both insisted, and Fang refused to pay him. Then on the bus home she remembered her father had been adopted. She got home and asked him, "What was your surname before grandpa adopted you?" He answered, "It was Hu."

2. A friend took me to see a qigong master. I was 22 years old. My friend asked, "Do you do acupuncture?" "Yes," replied the master, "but I don't use needles." Then he held his fingers as if he were holding a needle and jabbed at my arm from a foot or two away. I could feel a tingling go right through my arm at the spot he was aiming at, plain as day. Then he said he was going to clear our meridians. He sat us down, tapped us here and there, and immediately we were pouring sweat.

3. This isn't in Taiwan. I befriended a man who had stage 4 lung cancer and became close to him in his last few weeks. His name was Frank, and he had a huge heart and a big spirit. A week or so after he died, I was sitting with his son on Frank's back porch, and we both had a strong feeling that he was there. "Doesn't it feel to you like Frank is here right now?" one of us said. At that instant, there was a thunderous crash. We ran toward the noise to investigate. The largest tree on the property had fallen down.

Charles

Synchronicity/Spiritual is real?

Submitted by behaviorman on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 12:16.

The example of the large tree falling, is for me, an example of sychronicity (I do not believe in coincidences) maybe? Also, though we have many world religions that talk about a spiritual world for 1000's of years etc., we think it miraculous when something like this happens? I prayed that my dad would send me a rainbow...he had just died a few hours prior. Long story short, I was hiking a couple of weeks later and saw a double rainbow. However, the thing was that I said something like "Dad, is that you?" and I suddenlly fell to the ground laughing and crying uncontrollably. This had never happened to me before or since. I *KNEW* that it was my Dad.

Letting go of the past

Submitted by Ursus Maritimus on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 12:41.

I've had a tendency to think only if certain things happened to remedy bad things from the past could good take place. But I've experienced miracles when I've let go of negative emotions in my own consciousness that seem to want to stay stuck there, really stuck. But as I've been able to let go of anger, resentment, the weight of history, the burden of personal history, life has changed and one lifetime "enemy" expressed love to me. That was a miracle. I tend to think simply letting go of all the negative stuff accumulated in one's consciousness calls forth what we call miracles. Also, Charles, maybe what people call supernatural is simply the natural that hasn't been realized, understood, seen or discovered yet.

Supernatural

Submitted by Harlan Wallner on Mon, 08/17/2009 - 10:45.

I'm fairly new to the new age stuff myself, I've been living in the scientific world the last few years, so I know very little about much of what is being talked about in this thread.

But I do know that scientists now say that what we can see and measure in the universe only accounts for 4% of the mass and energy required for the universe to look the way it does, which means that everything we call "natural" is only that 4% of the cosmos. The fact that 96% of the mass and energy is invisible to us apparently hasn't sunk in to the people who still call this unknown stuff "supernatural," as you observed.

Harlan

Welcome to RS

Submitted by Leon Night on Wed, 08/19/2009 - 09:37.

Hope you enjoy your visits here.

Miracle after Miracle

Submitted by LionKimbro on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 16:15.

I experience what you call miracles regularly, about 2-3 times a year, I estimate. This has been the case for most of my life: An evolution of paradigm change following paradigm change; What the Damanhurians call, "events," in their esoteric physics.

Each closes a door and opens a new one.

When I first saw a computer -- that was an extraordinary change for me. What psilocybin is to many people, computers were for me.

And then there's actual psilocybin: That affected a transformation.

The Evolutionary Salons, put on by Michael Dowd and Peggy Holman and Tom Atlee and so on -- these were yet another major transformation in outlook and vision.

To be followed by the Storyfield Conference, which completely altered my plans and visions for life on this planet.

Going to Harvey Mudd College completely altered my outlook.

Eckankar, my first out of body experience, glimpses of inner worlds turned into full voyages, and esoteric training.

And when I first discovered the body of scientific knowledge; Imagining with toy model plastic amoeba in my small hands.

17 years layer, I would come to understand the transhumanist insights, from personal conversations with CEOs, heads of companies, technical leads, database administrators, technologists of all stripes.

Visiting Damanhur, turning my vision completely, and my baptism in the Temples of Humankind.

The visions I have seen in the study of visual language, the futures I have seen that will become real.

When I discovered the Imagireal, the Mystical Real, and discovered a world transformed by the conscious application of the imagination.

And I can't think of miracles without thinking of the miracle that I have faith is to come: that great day, the first of incomprehensible - even greater days, the hope of humankind, centered in the heart of Love: the Resurrection.

In short, I perceive the entirety of the universe to be an unending succession of miracles to even greater miracles.

How does one know?

Submitted by Zoner on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 13:38.

I was eager to see the examples put forth by the registered users here of miracles in their experiences, as I am hoping for a miracle in my own life to help remove something that is challenging me in a profound way. I consider a couple events in my life to be "miracles" of a sort, but felt that they were small in stature and not worthy of the title "miracle". However, when the question was put forth, "HOW DOES ONE KNOW?" I saw that it was pertinent and worthy of sharing. So I registered and will share. In the early 90's, I had embarked on a path that found me participating in a number of different actions that created an environment of sharing, support, and introspection, along with lifestyle changes that resulted in my coming to understand the notion of Love apart from any physical connotation. Love of nature, love for my fellow "seekers" (in spite of all the "warts" that were evident) and most importantly, self-love. My life had become a sort of passive participation exercise, as I stopped trying to wrest control over my situation and discovered the joy of "going with the flow" rather than trying to act as Cruise Director. Each moment revealed things that I had never noticed before and situations that would have previously sent me tumbling either into rage or despair became nothing more that examples of my newfound ease and led to gratitude at the recognition. A miracle? Maybe. I was, at the time, involved in a 10-year committed relationship, and shared a home with this woman. In November of 1994, I traveled to San Francisco to visit my mother. This trip was full of amazing experiences as I explored the natural wonder that is the Bay area. It was simply magical, and I had never been so in awe of the world and its beauty. I had been hearing from my mom about the daughter of a friend that she insisted I meet, and it was arranged that we do so. We met up, had dinner, took in a show, and then went to a club to chat. My immediate impression was one of respect and curiosity, but there were no moments of "electricity" or a sense of deep attraction, just the sense that I had an opportunity to get to know a pretty cool person as a friend. She took me to the Haight, and showed me around the town the next day and I simply felt like we were enjoying each other's company with no "pressure" or feelings of sexual attraction - although very beautiful, she was really not my "type" and lived a very different lifestyle from what I was moving towards. So, imagine my surprise at getting into the shower that evening, hearing, in a very clear, calm voice that seemed to emanate from deep inside me (but was "audible"??) the following; "You have just met the woman that you will spend the rest of you life with". While I had a "hair-raising, goose-bump" physiological response and immediately chuckled out loud, there was a small part of me that simply smiled and nodded in agreement. My "rational" self dismissed the notion as ludicrous, but a deeper part of me knew it was true. The details of the following events are not really important - we did a long-distance friendship thing via phone, and eventually came to realize that we wanted to be together physically, and so that is what happened. We have been married for over a decade, have 2 wonderful children (both of us were STRONGLY against being parents) and are growing together in a way that I never imagined possible. The final "hair-raiser" was when she told me that she had also experienced the "voice", and that the words (and reaction) were much the same (she was "told" that she had just met the father of her children). I just shared this posting with my wife, and when I questioned whether this could be considered a "miracle" she pointed out that the miracle was not in the words themselves, but that we had dismissed the "rational" approach and followed something not informed by the intellectual process. Our hearts were in charge, and the wonders continue to this day as we are the perfect mirrors of each other, allowing the weakness of one to be countered by the strength of the other. We are truly "One" in our union, and that is also a great gift. Thanks to all of you for sharing here, and to Mr. Eisenstein for putting the question forth. Z

welcome to the community!

Submitted by madeline.kate on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 17:42.

Thank you so much for answering in just the right way.

I'd realized after I posted that comment with the capitalized question, that I was expressing perhaps a trite arrogantly my own weakness in trusting one's self and regretted the fact I'd, at least in my eyes, belittled the story of the twin flame by responding with a fire that blazed through the delicacy of the message her tale intended for me. However, the emotion did give me something to reflect upon later that led me to my own place of surrender.

I suppose, in a way, you have confirmed for me that everybody's story's different and sometimes our own happens in a way we least expected. <3

Inspiring****

Submitted by Five on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 14:07.

Lovely atricle.

Miracles are everywhere.

"Can you imagine what will be ......

So limitless and free"?

take nothing but water for 42 days and call me in the morning

Submitted by watergirl on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 15:00.

I woke to my husband having a stroke. In the emergency room, we felt like we had stepped into an alternate universe. He was hooked up to all the gadgets which we were more or less grateful for in the event there really was any immediate tool in their arsenal that could freeze us in time granting us a few moments to breathe in the face of this life threatening situation so as to gather our thoughts. It turned out that the immediate course of action was not in any way clear to our emergency helpers. At first he was just subjected to routine lab tests. As the answers did not come to our HMO assigned crisis handlers they leaned toward more invasive types of testing; they boldly claimed to already know what medications he would need to take beginning immediately and to continue for the rest of his life when they weren't even sure yet what “the exact nature of the cardiovascular accident he’d experienced” (their words) was. In fact, a particular medication was proposed and insisted upon before there was any degree of certainty of what he needed to be treated for. We resisted against strong authoritative opposition, feeling that the information gathered and shared thus far did not support this course of action. In less than 24 hours, the same folks who’d been certain he should take this particular medication reversed their position 180 degrees saying it would have been exactly the wrong medication which if it had been administered could have had dire results (whew! We dodged that bullet). Please note: this care was received in a facility considered up there with the best of conventional medicine. So we navigated the world of modern medicine with our usual trepidation amped up and this went on for about a nerve-exhausting week. Our bodies (I think) screamed—there IS danger—the body knows what to do—these folks do not—run—with what you know seek a situation that respects and supports the wisdom of the body. That brought everything into focus. I phoned a physician in another state we’d known 35 years earlier—we believed he understood health and how sick bodies can get better. I called fearing he might have died because he’d been in his late 40’s back then, but hoping that he had not and could at least provide a trusted referral. To my surprise, he was not only alive at 83, but still practicing natural “medicine” with vim and vigor. We packed a bag and drove to his institution without hesitation leaving behind the bag full of various medications we’d been told my husband needed to take the rest of his life. With our trusted physician’s guidance, my husband fasted on water only for 42 days, every week having extensive blood analyses that confirmed healing was taking place; we could have guessed without the blood work that he was getting well again, but it was nice to have some scientific validation. Immediately following his fast, I undertook my own 32-day fast on water only. And less than one year later, we put our 21 year old daughter under this physician’s care for her own 33-day fast. The transformation in all three of our physical states following the fasts was nothing short of miraculous. All three of us achieved healing that had been evading us for years and which had actually been greatly hindered where conventional medical solutions had been considered and tried. Our daughter had been ill for most of her life up until then and just before undergoing the fast had grown gravely ill. No words can describe the return of vitality that had occurred in all of us, but particularly in her youthful body. Before these experiences I did believe that the body had its own wisdom to teach us and most of what passes as “health” care will not return one to health. However, after these experiences, I KNEW this without a shred of doubt. All we had to do was get out of our own way, remove all obstacles to regeneration and a miraculous process always available to us revealed itself.

medical miracles

Submitted by Charles Eisenstein on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 20:41.

This too provides some good examples of what I am talking about. What it describes is not a miracle from the perspective of someone who is steeped in holistic health philosophies, but it is a miracle to someone within the conventional medical paradigm. All of the incurable diseases of our time are in fact curable. The first time you find this out, it is a miracle. Eventually it becomes the new normal, and you get impatient for others to come into that normal with you. "If only you would try fasting (for instance), then you would see!"

Charles

Curable

Submitted by Ursus Maritimus on Sun, 08/16/2009 - 00:23.

"All of the incurable diseases of our time are in fact curable."

But it will take miracles to give up sickening ways of life?

Clarification

Submitted by LionKimbro on Tue, 08/18/2009 - 11:15.

All of the incurable diseases of our time are in fact curable.

Charles, do you believe this applies to AIDS?

Do you mean "in theory," or do you mean practically, with a right mindset, words, sufficient practice, inner and/or outer, ..?

yes!!!

Submitted by Charles Eisenstein on Wed, 08/19/2009 - 10:21.

Yes, I believe it applies to AIDS. And I mean in practice, not just in theory. I know herbalists, acupuncturists, body workers, and many other practitioners who have been agents of healing for diseases that conventional science knows no cure for.

Charles

AIDS?

Submitted by LionKimbro on Wed, 08/19/2009 - 13:52.

Just to be perfectly clear: Do you know any herbalists, acupuncturists, body workers, or other practitioners, who have cured a person with AIDS?

Would you email me a phone number, practicioner's name, or reference?

Mountain

Submitted by Deraj on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 16:48.

On vacation last year, my wife and I were travelling through my home state of West Virginia. I wanted to show her one of my favorite spots Seneca Rocks. As we sat at the restaurant eating lunch near the path to hike to the top of the mountain, my wife questioned if she would be able to hike to the top as she was recovering from a knee injury. I assured her it would be worth trying, telling her about a previous visit of mine to the top where the snow was blown into the sheer face and appeared to be falling up. We started slow amongst the many fellow tourists that day. I kept telling her about the snow incident and how it was just a mutual friend and I at the top that frigid day. We had to take many rest on the way up. Clouds started to roll in on this previously sunny day. We were within one hundred yards of the pinnacle when the rain and lighting really unleashed. We sat under a tree trying to wait it out. All the other hikers left within ten minutes. We continued to sit for another twenty minutes alone near the top. My wife decided to try dusting off her weather magick she hadn't used for years (and which I had never witnessed) and I decided ask the mountain "spirits" to allow my wife to see the mountain as I once had and meditate. After twenty minutes of the aforementioned experiments, we decided to make a push toward the top because the rain wasn't letting up. At the observation deck we had some alright views but were still getting soaked. I asked her if she wanted to risk seeing the very top ridge which was about a twenty foot scamble over wet, slick rock. She agreed. As we scambled up we began to notice that the rock was dry. At the top, the rock under our feet was totally dry and we could see it raining ten feet below us on both sides of the ridge's sheer walls.

The New Map

Submitted by Amy George on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 18:05.

For me, dreams are a gateway to the miraculous, so here are a couple dreams, from the 1990s, in the spirit of the article:

1) Walking from this world to the future world is like walking from one room to the next. The room of this world is black and white, while that of the next is in colors.

2) The new map is made up of circles. Each one represents a person who gives their heart to love. The circles are housed on color. There's no likeness between this map and the world map.

Rock on, Charles!

All of life is a miracle

Submitted by GriffinDeva on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 18:11.

Thank you Charles for opening up this subject. My personal experience is that all of life is a miracle when we take a moment to really tap into what is happening, for example the unfathomable interactions taking place in the human body every second that we could never be fully explained. I have had or witnessed countless experiences that could be considered miracles. While I have come to expect these occurences, I never cease to be in awe with each event, as if I were experiencing such a thing for the first time. I am a person who has worked as a change maker for many years and the points at which I grew weary and fearful were the moments when I forgot what is possible in the presence of great faith and enormous love. I know we will be co-creators of a new world, but it some ways it may not look all that different. I expect it will, however, be totally different in the way we inhabit it. We will live, as you describe, fully conscious of a flow that we can presently only speak of as a miracle. Dawn Griffin dawn@onwingsofadream.com

Music is the gateway to the

Submitted by drew hempel on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 18:15.

Music is the gateway to the miraculous in my opinion. I noticed my mom relying on music -- piano -- to sooth her soul and then in church I noticed music was the most important part of the service. Then I got into music big time, training classical piano, singing in choirs, playing in bands, studying composition and orchestration, performing, going on tour. Finally I discovered that yin and yang come from music ratios and that resonance of nonwestern music was made to create light for healing. I studied music of the body -- called the "microcosmic orbit" or "small universe" with a qigong master. The first qigong master Effie P. Chow is this little lady and when she filled the room with energy there was this amazing electromagnetic force. My girlfriend was skeptical but as everyone was leaving a security guard came in and asked what was going on since the fuse was blown for the room behind us! Then I met Chunyi Lin, teacher of http://springforestqigong.com He works with the Mayo Clinic and has healed people of many serious illnesses -- cancer, M.S., HIV positive, paralysis. Chunyi Lin walks by you with your eyes closed -- he shakes his fingers at you -- your body fills with bliss and you see bright light. It was better than sex! haha. The second level class he said he could tell what percentage an organ was functioning. I went up during the break and asked about my right kidney. He looked at my kidney, from my front, and immediately I felt this burning bliss, like a laser, just on my right kidney. He said it was functioning about 70%. I said thanks and was amazed. I kept practicing and used the book "Taoist Yoga: Alchemy and Immortality" as my study guide. By level 3 I fasted for 8 days on only half a glass of water and I was never hungry nor thirsty! This is called "bigu" -- an amazing miracle -- the secret to create water and nutrition from the atmosphere! I saw dead spirits who regularly come to hear Chunyi Lin speak at his "chi-emitting lectures." I then healed my mom of "smokers legs" -- she no longer needs surgical stockings nor to keep her feet elevated while sitting. But I also accidently pulled this old lady's spirit out of her body without touching her! I pulled her energy blockage up through the center of her skull -- which is a no no - but I had forgotten. So we have to be careful of the energy. Another great book on miracles is "Nothing Ever Happens" the biography of H.W.L. Poonjaji by David Godman. I've since read a book a day to process my training in miracles -- a book a day for the past 9 years. I had precognition, telepathy and telekinesis. I still do if I store up my energy strong enough. I still sit in full-lotus every day but eating food clogs up my chakras. haha. The material realm and the spiritual realm don't easily overlap but if a person wants to be spiritual with miracles happening on a regular basis -- nonwestern music training is the means to do so.

bigu

Submitted by Charles Eisenstein on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 20:37.

I once met someone who had been in the "bigu" state (inedia) for two years. He was a scientist at the Applied Research Lab at Penn State and a dedicated qigong practitioner. He was a Chinese man. He drank tea. He did not make a big deal about his inedia, saying it was an inconsequential side effect of his qigong practice.

Charles

Communicating with bugs and fish

Submitted by riverofobsidian on Sat, 08/15/2009 - 23:20.

I went on a long walk by myself out on the campus of my college by the lake. I have always been fascinated with dragonflies, and when I saw a beautiful red one I crouched down in front of it to get a closer look. I was able to lie on my belly right in front of it, my face was about a foot away from it's face. It didn't fly away and was very still. We stayed there staring at one another for a long time. Finally the dragonfly tilted it's head to the right. It only seemed natural for me to tilt my head to mirror the dragonfly. Then it tilted it's head to the other side. I did the same. There was a pause. It tilted it's head to the right. So did I. Then I tilted MY head first. The dragonfly mimicked me. I tilted my head twice, so did the dragonfly. There was a long long pause, we both processed the implication that we were communicating with a rational being. The dragonfly initiated a tilt, I copied. This went on for a long time, we intuitively switched leader and follower. Ultimately it became commonplace to be playing a mirroring game with a dragonfly. It was clear that we both knew what we were doing and were doing it on purpose. I'm the one that ended the game. Another time I was in the islands snorkeling and spearfishing. I noticed that a baby yellowtail snapper was swimming under my belly. Every time I looked for it, it was there. Then I pretended to grab it, it masterfully eluded my grasp, but kept coming back for more (just like my dog!). I would get bored, forget about it, go back to snorkeling and spearfishing, but every time I looked for the little fish it was still swimming under my belly. Then I would play with it a little bit, it would dart out of my reach and always return to my side. I spent a few hours in the water with my new friend. Finally, my hands were pruning and I wanted to get out of the water. I played with my friend a little and then I started swimming to shore. It followed me into very shallow water. I had to then stand and while walking to the shore, the little fish was swimming along side my feet the whole way. My eyes teared up when I stepped out of the water and said goodbye to my little fish friend, I could not stay in the water forever. I hope he lived a long and prosperous life... Hollis

dragonflies

Submitted by Charles Eisenstein on Sun, 08/16/2009 - 10:06.

That's interesting, I also have a special fondness for dragonflies, and an irrational feeling that they are intelligent. Tom Brown Jr. has some amazing accounts of playing with wild animals in his books.

Charles

Ben Kilham and the Bears

Submitted by Ursus Maritimus on Sun, 08/16/2009 - 10:35.

Great videos on Kilham's life with bears in New Hampshire. He takes a radically different approach to studying them than other "scientists."

Normal 0 http://www.mefeedia.com/tags/ben_kilham

Amazing!

Submitted by Ursus Maritimus on Sun, 08/16/2009 - 00:25.

Maybe the dragonfly has mirror neurons in its brain. I love the story of the fish. My eyes are tearing up reading about that marine playmate.

Yes: Everything Is Miracle Consciousness

Submitted by TheDrewid on Sun, 08/16/2009 - 06:11.

Thank you, CE, for another fun essay. Thank you for encouraging us to ponder, explore and share our perspectives which, by exchanging our unique experiences, provides an opportunity to further expand our remembrance of the All That Is—and of the miracle of who and what we are: One with The All That Is.

In A Course In Miracles (the Original Edition published by Course in Miracles Society), chapter one of The Text section, Introduction to Miracles, begins with the Principles Of Miracles.

While there are many principles, I will only list the very first six, in order, here:

1 There is no order of difficulty among miracles. One is not “harder” or “bigger” than another. They are all the same. All expressions of love are maximal.

2 Miracles as such do not matter. The only thing that matters is their Source, which is far beyond human evaluation.

3 Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love. The real miracle is the love that inspires them. In this sense, everything that comes from love is a miracle.

4 All miracles mean life, and God is the Giver of Life. His Voice will direct you very specifically. You will be told all you need to know.

5 Miracles are habits and should be involuntary. They should not be under conscious control. Consciously selected miracles can be misguided.

6 Miracles are natural. When they do not occur, something has gone wrong.

Of these first six principles, the first and sixth are two of my favorites: “There is no order of difficulty among miracles” and “Miracles are natural”.

Miracles do indeed abound, as so many replies to your essay indicate. For me, one of the grandest ever-unfolding miracles is how God (The Universe, The Creative Force, The All That It Is) is able to experience the creation process—life--through and as us.

While we may appear to be separate beings (appearing to be separate from each other and separate from the animals, plants, rocks, sky, stars, planets and so forth), we are not separate at all. We are inexorably bound and whole at every level. It is, therefore, miraculous that we can seem to experience ourselves as separate—and especially including those lapses (errors in thought), when it seems we are somehow separate from the All That Is, which is exactly what we are.

Thus, for me, the miracle today and everyday is re-membering. It is as you suggest, when you write about entering an age of miracle consciousness. More and more people are gently awakening to the truth that they and every breath they take, is an act of breathing life into the universe itself.

p.s.—here’s a link to a free and really cool film (from mindmovies) featuring a discussion about miracles by Gregg Braden: http://mindmoviedownload.com/Miracles/

Peace, TheDrewid

Spooky

Submitted by Imalive on Sun, 08/16/2009 - 06:12.

One of my friends once came to my place and we were walking with him on a path at night having a conversation. He was going through a dark period of his life trying to deal with some difficulties. I invited him to my place to have a chat and a walk and see whether I can offer him any support. When he came to me he looked very depressed and it was hardly possible to keep the conversation going. So some time later on that path in darkness we were talking about energy which powers us up. I remember the next sentence word to word. I said "This energy is looking for the ways to express itself in this world through us and if we try to hold to it and keep it to ourselves it starts to damage us causing illnesses and may result in death". I was pretty emotional and as I said the word "death" I pointed my finger down to the ground and right there where I pointed there was a dead bird! It took us both some time to catch our breath and deal with the astonishment. We were walking for about two hours more and when my friend left he was looking so alive I haven't seen him like that for a few months. I am sure that bird was laying there for him. And no I don't believe in coincidences anymore.

An incredible OBE and 'angelos' 'miracle workers'

Submitted by zezt on Sun, 08/16/2009 - 09:03.

I had the most powerful OBE some years ago, where I found myself out of the body, and met beings, two of which were mythical-looking Satyrs!

This experience has changed my life because it was also a very powerful Divination which I am still exploring, because much has come true/been revealed, and its power informs my journey...

I would also like to share what I was only dicussing very recently at Richard Dawkins forum with a young man who has no time for 'woo'--(anything that is to do with all we are talking here) lol.

So I have been talking to him about the real meaning of angels as revealed by John Allegro in his book The Sacred Mushroom and the Cross, ie., 'angels' comes from the Greek 'angelos' which means 'messenger' and they were also understood to be 'miracle-workers', but real the secret is that the angels are also the sacred mushrooms!

This is not so hard for openminded people to dig. We already have heard how Ayahuesceros refer to sacred plants as 'plant teachers', how Mazatec term for sacred mushroom is 'god's flesh', and the ancient Goddess pagans had god~names for sacred fungi and plants. They were the 'mystery gods' that you actually eat and become possessed by.

This is of course is not to say that 'miracles' cannot happen unless you ingest psychedelics, it is rather all continuum.

The mechanistic myth which seeks to oppress us all would have us dead to the magic of reality which they in turn 'prove' is dead!

In the Miracle

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