There Can be Miracles...You Know the Rest

 Have you ever witnessed a miracle in your life? I have—several, in fact. But today, I want to share one in particular:

 

 

When I was younger, a classmate of mine had a tragic accident and fell into a coma. As if that wasn't enough, she developed a severe infection while unconscious. One day, our teacher paused class to speak with us about her condition. I'll never forget her words: "The doctors have given her less than a one-percent chance to live." She then allowed us some time to comfort one another and ask questions.

 

 

I didn't move. I didn't cry. I didn't even feel sad. Why? Because somehow, deep down, I knew she would survive. And I wasn't alone. Kids have a remarkable way of holding on to hope. We all talked about how she couldn't—or wouldn't—die. I felt an unwavering certainty that she would recover and go on to live a healthy life, and many others shared that belief.  The doctors did an excellent job, but they lost hope.  We have to believe at one point that there is more.  Yes modern medicine can be wonderful, but again...there is more. 

 

 

Not only did she survive, but within a year, she became a track star. Nothing could hold her back. She was full of life and smiles.  I was lucky enough to see this with my own eyes.  Someone I knew defying the odds.  

 

Fast forward thirty years... Have miracles ceased? It feels like the world has stopped believing, and perhaps, so have I. Adulthood has a way of stripping away some of our sense of wonder, but it’s more than that—the world itself has changed.

 

 

Recently, I read a book written in the late 1800's. The author warned of a future where materialism would dominate, and we would lose faith in the unseen wonders of life. When disasters strike today, you might see people on social media offering prayers or healing energy, only to be met with cynicism and dismissive remarks, claiming it does nothing. But it does. We are beings of energy, and our intentions certainly matter.  Sadly I think these people who offer up their prayers hide in the recesses and eventually cease.  Words hurt, even if we tell ourselves that they don't.  Another topic for anther day, but half of the comments on social media are bots left from bot farms, shaping society. 

 

We must continue creating miracles with our energy, our prayers, our thoughts, and our meditation. We need to keep manifesting miracles by spreading love, no matter how much hate surrounds us. Remember, your thoughts matter. Your energy matters. Your prayers matter. And above all, your LOVE matters. Don’t let anyone take that away from you or replace it with a false creation—a fabricated god, egregore, or thoughtform. There is only one true source for everything, and that source is divine love.

 

 

If you'd like to know the science of our intentions, then look up the work of Masaru Emoto.  He was a Japanese scientist that did experiments with water crystals.  He would say hateful and loving words to a glass of water and then flash freeze it, and afterwards study the frozen water crystals.  The water that was spoken to kindly froze with beautiful gemetric crystals, while the hateful water had fragmented crystals.  I don't know about you, but I find that pretty convincing that our intentions do have an affect not only on ourselves, but our surroundings.