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

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.

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.
~Anais Nin

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In 1976 I was a veterinary student at Texas A&M. I had dropped out of vet school at the end of my first semester due to the horrible ways animal were treated in the classes that conducted wet lab experiments on various species. After serious soul searching I decided to go back to school and to try to fight for change in the way animals were treated and viewed. My first day back in school the second semester, after passing grueling oral exams to get back in school, there was an invitation to attend a lecture on Acupuncture by Dr. McMullen of the Equine Club. I went to the lecture and was extremely interested in the concepts of oriental medicine. Dr. McMullen and several other veterinarians had recently been to China to study acupuncture, after Nixon opened up China to US scientific delegations. Dr. McMullen gave an overview of five elements, chi, yin/yang, points and channels, and of other basic principles of acupuncture. At the end of his lecture he said that he was going to start the first acupuncture case the next day and if any one was interested they could come and participate in the treatment.The next day I cut class and went to the equine barn to meet Dr. McMullen and experience an acupuncture treatment firsthand. No other students were interested. I instantly became Dr. McMullen's assistant. The horse that was being treated was considered hopeless and incurable. This beautiful QH had a condition called unilateral facial paralysis, the entire left side of his face had been paralyzed for over nine months. His face was very dramatic looking with the left eyelid sagging the left ear flopping over the left lips flaccid and drooling, while the right side was perfectly normal. Dr. MCMullen treated the horse with an electric acupuncture machine. I was thrilled to be involved and eagerly became Dr. McMullen right hand man.

Over the next two months we treated the horse with electric stimulation on facial acu-points, three times per week. I could see no improvement what so ever. The equine neurologist would come by every week and take a polaroid picture of the horses face to document our failure and have evidence proving the quackery of acupuncture in general. I was not supposed to be in the equine clinic, first year students were forbidden to work with any patients, however due to Dr. McMullen's influence I was allowed to be his helper since no other student was interested. One day Dr. McMullen told me he had to go out of town and he wanted me to treat the horse myself in his absence and I agreed. This time though he wanted me to use the same points but instead of electric stimulation he wanted me to put a herb called moxa on the end of the needle and light it and let it burn until it was ash. I said yes sir I would do it. The next day I went to horse barn and started the treatment with moxa. It smelled outrageously strong and made a lot of smoke. Pretty much every teacher in the large animal complex came to see what the hell was going on in the horse barn. Moxa smells similar to marijuana. Well there I was a freshman student, trouble maker, animal lover and I had long hair to boot. Needless to say the goat,pig, cattle, horse, sheep doctors dumped on me with rage. Through out the treatment while the moxa was burning and stinking the teachers took there turn at verbally abusing me calling me many insulting names ultimately a heroin addict. I stood there exclaiming that I was only following Dr. McMullen's orders and somehow finished the treatment. Several surgeons promised my expulsion from vet school for my violations of Texas A &M rules. I was scared as hell that I would get kicked out of school but I had an inner knowing that the horse would be healed that overrode all my fear. I could not sleep that night and went to school at 5 AM the next morning to visit the horse. The dramatic paralysis was 100% permanently healed and the face was completely normal. I was so full of joy by the miracle and I knew it was going to happen and it did. I was on fire.That was my very first acupuncture treatment and it was viewed as a medical miracle by all that witnessed it. Dr. McMullen explained to me later that he was not a tenured professor and he thought the moxa would be hard for the good ole boys at A&M to handle and he was sorry but he had to ask me to use the moxa. I was allowed to continue to treat horses with acupuncture until I graduated. I went on to attend several acupuncture schools and treated over 20,000 animals in my vet practice and had many many miracle healings in animals. Hugh

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.         

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.

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.

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.

Shortly before Christmas last year I found myself hit with tumultuous waves of emotional upheaval. Most of it having been brought on by the marriage of my daughter in mid-December and the resulting change in our family dynamic. My three married children and four grandchildren all live in other states; the closest is almost 1000 miles away. I see them fairly frequently but not all holidays are spent together. They have the in-laws to see, also. I respect that but it doesn't help much to mitigate the sadness in not spending those times with the entire family. Such is life. It is not static and does not revolve around me.

It's not good to harbor resentments or regrets but I was having difficulty with just this on Christmas Eve when a memory surfaced of an Easter when I was 9 or 10 years old. There was a young family with two kids ages 2 and 3 living on our block. I liked to play with them occasionally. On that particular Saturday before Easter I had gone to their house to visit and noticed the bunny hutch in their backyard. It was an old pen that a year or two before had housed a duckling given to me on a previous Easter. Some months later I had been convinced to turn the by then mature duck loose at the Duck Pond and had done so but still missed my "Quacky". Yeah, I know, but I was only 7 or 8 years old.

I made mention to the mother of the children that the pen had housed my duck. She said my father had given them the pen and ALSO THE BUNNY RABBIT inside the pen. I cannot begin to express the disappointment and anger I felt with my dad at having given the rabbit to these kids and not to me. I went home and proceeded to have a hissy fit at my father. I remember him explaining the rabbit had been given to him by someone and he thought since we had found it necessary to give the duck away the same situation would arise with the rabbit so better not to have it at all. He thought he would give the "problem" to the neighbors circumventing any potential difficulty arising. In his mind.

I had wanted a bunny for some time and was tremendously disappointed he had given my rabbit away without consulting me. I remember I went to my room and sulked. Sometime later that day he came and knocked on my door to give me a giant stuffed rabbit he had gone out to purchase for me. His intent, I'm sure, was to make up for the bunny he had given away. It didn't wash in my mind. I looked at the rabbit, looked at him and then took the toy rabbit from him and promptly marched over to the neighbor's house and gave the toy to the kids.

I hadn't though much about this incident in the intervening years but the memory was brought back fresh Christmas Eve when I found myself harboring resentments. NEVER a healthy thing to do. My husband and I had talked about it and that had helped a great deal. But what really assuaged my raw feelings was what I saw when I went to the front door early Christmas morning to turn out the porch light that had been lit all night. In the deep early morning twilight I spotted on the front walk, not 10 feet from my front door, a small brown bunny rabbit sitting quietly, waiting to be spotted by me, who needed the consolation.

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...

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

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.

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!

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

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 

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.

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.

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

Lovely atricle.

 

 Miracles are everywhere.

 

 

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

So limitless and free"?

 

 

 

 jm

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.

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.

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!

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 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.