Miracles ... (continued)

Okay ... so, I titled yesterday's post "Miracles" ... today I realized that what I shared with you yesterday didn't say or show much in the way of Miracles, so I'm going to attempt to correct that today without going into a lot of detail about the characters involved.

 

For me, a miracle is something good that happens in the face of insurmountable odds. 

When everyone around you says "its impossible" and yet it happens anyway, that is a miracle, even more so when it is medically related and the professionals say that its impossible.

Many of us have heard of such stories, they seem to be happening more frequently these days; just type "medical miracles" into a search engine to read some of the stories.  The point here is that miracles DO happen, and they can happen to anyone of us.  I have personally witnessed a few of them, two in particular are undeniable miracles involving two of my animals. 
     I briefly introduced you to Benji, and I have yet to tell you about Hermes.

Benji  (in a nutshell)

A senior dog (approx. 14 yrs old) who was brought to me so that he wouldn't be euthanized.  Who knows how long he had been on his own as a stray when animal control finally picked him up and took him to the shelter. 

Seen by two veterinarians over the course of two months, each vet recommending euthanasia because of his extensive medical issues, his age, and his very aggressive personality.  How he escaped being PTS (put to sleep) and found his way to me, is a small miracle in itself. 

By modern medical standards, Benji's only hope would be in surgery and possible constant steroidal medications (according to the two veterinarians), the cost was/is more than I can afford at this time.  I treated him holistically and prayed.  I meditated, and asked a friend to do Reiki on him.

Things got better for awhile ... then, something happened to his leg.  He was fine that morning, but a few hours later he was crying in pain whenever he tried to move.  I couldn't get him to the vet because I couldn't touch him without getting bitten.  I medicated him with pain killers and arthritis meds, he barely ate, barely moved, and rarely got up to even urinate for nearly a week.  For most of that week, I sat with him outside (he can't come in the house because I won't risk the interaction between him and my cats or other dogs) ... its a good thing we live in Arizona, because the winter this year has been horrendous in most other areas of the U.S.  I averaged 4 hours of interrupted sleep during that week because every time he woke up from his sleep and didn't see me sitting with him, he would start barking ... and my neighbors needed to sleep too.

I was overwhelmed, exhausted, and only wanted him to be out of pain.  I was determined to follow my logical mind over my heart, but the thought voices that I hear and my heart won out.  Every day sees an improvement in his condition. 

I am still taking it One Day at a Time, but I KNOW that whatever happens it will be by God's Will and Grace, and not simply because a human-being thinks there is no hope. 

Benji has helped me to remember what Faith can do, that giving things over to a Higher Power has a way of creating miracles.  Lol, right now he is rolling around on the ground to itch his back ... I am so glad that I listened to my heart!    He is still having a bit of difficulty defecating, but (again) I am leaving it all up to God ... I am however, not just sitting idly by, I feed him soft food and give him a ton of vitamins to help the process along.

One of the things that I realized (remembered) in all of this is that ... I had let my "little" human mind get in the way of the healing miracle that was trying to take place.  So often the miracle is there already, just waiting to take place, but our negative thoughts and feelings create a kind of barrier keeping the magic from working.  When I realized this, and got out of the way, his healing began to move forward in leaps and bounds!

I also realized that I had allowed him to "cord" into me.    This happened because I was so intent on healing him, and so concerned with his well-being.  Once I realized this, I went into meditation and gently removed the cord.  I then reconnected him to his own God-Source and checked to make sure that it was clear and that the light energy was flowing strong.  This made an even stronger and quicker impact on his well-being.  I check his connection to Source on a regular basis, and stay out of the way so that he and God can do their own thing.

His being corded into me meant that not only was I being drained, but he felt all of my negative thoughts and feelings, making it even more difficult for him to heal.  And of course, if he was taking my energy to heal and my energy reserves were being used up, that meant that he was receiving less healing energy.  It's just not a good thing, but a mistake that many beginning healers make.  The best healers know that there is a Divine Reason for everything and all they do is to connect the ailing creatures to their own God Source and allow the process to take its own course. 

(Today Benji had his first semi-normal bowel movement!  Another small miracle without allopathic medicine.)

I first learned much of this with Hermes, a small kitten that taught me so much about love, letting go, getting out of the way, and miracles.

 

If you are reading this, I hope that you will add a small prayer to Benji's healing.

 

Tomorrow I will post the Miracle of Hermes the kitten.

Blessings!!

Miracles

Hi Everyone :-)

I only have a few minutes before I have to get ready for work, but I wanted to get this subject rolling.

I journal my experiences nearly every day, it helps me to see things more clearly and it also provides a record of sorts for others that I hope will be helpful someday.  Anyway ... I decided that I could start recording my experiences here on Blogger, giving everyone a chance to experience my life with me.  Some days my life is pretty normal with work, friends, and family; but more often than not, I have experiences that many would call miraculous or other-worldly. 

My current experience with Benji is one of those moments in my life, and it is happening now. 

Life is like a spider's web, there are many filaments that reach out in all directions, so there are many lessons connected to one event or person that has found its way into our lives.  So, although I will be sharing my miraculous relationship with Benji, it will also encompass the lessons that I am learning and the ones that I have already learned but have forgotten ... until now.



I posted a short video about Benji in a previous post.  I won't go into his details at this time because I want to jump right into this moment. 


Right now, Benji is resting comfortably in the shade outside while I write this from my back deck.  The wind is strong today, and although the sky was overcast this morning, it is a beautiful Arizona blue right now.  My back deck overlooks the Oak Creek River and I watch the trees with their new green leaves bend with the weight of the wind; the birds are singing and I can even make out the song of the Redwing Blackbird that makes the river its home.  Normally I would be sitting inside in order to avoid the dust being kicked up by the heavy winds, but Benji likes to know that I am nearby and so my laptop and I are braving the flying dust and dirt.  :-)


Benji is doing good today, and not so bad yesterday, but for more than a week prior to yesterday he was in pain and everyone told me to euthanize him.  I have been trying so hard to help him with the limited funds that I have at this time (huge balloon payment on my house), and things seemed to be getting better, but a week and a half ago on Thursday he took a turn for the worse.  It seemed there was nothing I could do for him but to call my horse doctor out and have him euthanized here at home since I couldn't even get him into my vehicle.

The equine vet came out but Benji refused to come out from under my house.  Benji's story is a bit involved, and I will bring you all up to date on his story at a later time.  For now I just want you to know this ...

Everyone that I have allowed to put in their two cents, has said to put him down.  Each person has had their own reasons, some to put him out of his "misery", some were concerned for my personal safety (he's bitten me before), and some didn't think I should waste my time on him when I could help another younger dog who at least had a chance at being adopted.

I searched my heart for the answer ... I prayed for guidance ... I meditated, I chanted, I toned, I called on others to do Reiki, to help with his medical bills, and for support.  Yesterday I couldn't think about him in pain anymore.

I began digging a grave for him in the corner of my yard.  He got up and followed me, and laid down near me while I dug his grave.  I stopped several times, my heart didn't feel right about it.  I listened to the thought voices flowing through my mind while I dug.  I insisted that I wouldn't let him suffer anymore, I tried to close my heart and let pure logic rule.  I stopped my digging again and went inside to call the equine vet out to the house.  I told him that Benji had come out from under the house and that I had tied him to the fence, so administering a shot to tranquilize him before beginning the euthanization was now possible.  Benji had to be secured because the risk of him attacking us was too great.

I went back outside to finish digging his grave.  He hadn't moved from where I had tied him.  As I was digging, the thought voices returned and I continued my conversation with all of them.  What made me change my mind about the euthanasia was the thought voice that said "Even God has abandoned you" ... This changed my mind because I knew that was a lie.  God has never abandoned me, ever.  The next thought voice I heard said, "Just give us a few days"  (amongst other things) ... I agreed.

I went back into the house, called the vet and told him a lie ... "Benji is back under the house" ... he told me to be careful and he would talk to me later. 

Benji is re-teaching me the meaning of love ... reminding me of how miracles work ... and that when there is a true miracle there doesn't need to be any human involvement, not even mine ... just my love to hold the space for God's Work.

Benji is good today.  Benji is happy today.  One day at a time Dear Jesus, One day at a time.

Selah.

Benji

In our search for the meaning of our lives, for the answers to questions that many don't even know how to ask, we often get caught up in our own little selves.  We often miss the chance to learn what our Four-legged brothers have to teach us.



There are many lessons that we can learn from the animals (domesticated & wild), but perhaps one of the greatest lessons that so many miss is that of Compassion. 



The Great Spirit (or whatever you may choose to call the One Source) has breathed us all into existence, and humans were given charge over the CARE of All animal species.  We have forgotten that we are their caretakers, and as a result many animals (including man's Best Friend) are now suffering atrocious living conditions and even torture.



It is time to get off of the couches, turn off the televisions, and get back in touch with our Spirit ... it is time to step forward and actually DO something to help those who would perish without our assistance.



In looking for Enlightenment, remember that animals also have souls, and do what is necessary to ease their pain.



May your path be gentle and filled with Love ~

Realizing That I had a Gift

I have been an Empath, Clairaudient, and Clairsentient for as long as I can recall, so I didn't have to learn how to "open up" to my psychic senses; rather, I had to learn how to "close down" so that I could live a semi-normal life.  I am also Clairvoyant, but that only comes as a sort of after affect to the previous three abilities ... in other words, I hear and feel things without even trying, but the "seeing" doesn't usually happen until after I have begun to feel or hear something. 

 
            I began searching for God well before my 12th birthday ~ Buddhist meetings, Lutheran Sunday school, and Sunday Mass at the Catholic church.  At the age of 15 I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Saviour while attending Sunday Services at the Central Baptist church.  Today I have a personal relationship with God and Jesus, but it is not in the conventional sense, I am not associated with any religion, nor do I view God and Jesus the way most people do.  I have not read "Conversations with God" because I have my own conversations with "Him".  I will still attend a religious service on occasion when I feel there is a message waiting for me. 

            I'm not sure what spurred me on to search for God, perhaps the constant lucid dreams of the devil chasing me, perhaps I carried it over from previous life times that there was more to Who we are and to our understanding of God. As a child, I would sit on a swing in the park while my siblings and friends played around me, and I would contemplate the vastness of the Universe and the true identity of God.  Perhaps I simply had an inquiring mind. 

 
            Although I had visions and feelings of things that would happen, I still didn't realize I was any different than everyone else until I was 33 years old.  My friends would say that I was jinxing them when I would tell them that something was going to happen if they followed a particular route or course of action, maybe that's why I never really talked to anyone about my experiences until I met Stacey in Georgia.  

I was having a conversation with her about some of my experiences, and when she wasn't able to comprehend what I was telling her, I rephrased my experiences and asked her if she understood, she finally said, "No, I don't think that there are a lot of people who have those things happen to them."  I looked at her in amazement and said, "Really??  You mean you never ...." and she said, "No.  You sound like a 'mystic'."           "What's a mystic?"  I asked.    She proceeded to tell me that a 'mystic' was someone who had the type of experiences that I had been describing, that they could see and feel things that others couldn't, and that they understood things that most people don't.

 
            That conversation and her observations opened a door in my subconscious mind and I unknowingly began my journey in Awakening to a Higher Purpose.  I developed an appetite for reading and researching the "unknown", my Christian upbringing made it difficult to accept some of the things that I was uncovering, but I made myself keep an open mind about what I was discovering and experiencing as the Awakening process unfolded.  ...   It was shortly after this that I received the invitation to The Mystery School.

Out of Body Experiences ... O.B.E

I'm originally from Milwaukee, Wisc.  I moved to Sedona, Az in 1998 after having a vision of Jesus where he told me, "Pack your things in a small satchel and follow me."  I was 38 years old, divorced, and without realizing it, I was about to begin my schooling in "The Mystery School".

In 1993, while living Augusta, Ga., I had been invited into The Mystery School by way of a lucid dream.  I had very, very little understanding of mystical things at the time and had never heard of The Mystery School.  

     In the dream, I am taken to a very large stone room, that feels as if it is located inside of a mountain.  The ceiling is at least 30 feet high and there is very little furniture in the room.  I see a woman sitting by herself at a very long table.  She is writing symbols on a yellow legal pad.  I'm told that she has decided to leave the Mystery School and so an opening has been created.  

     I tell them "Thank you, but my boyfriend is getting out of jail soon, and I want to be there when he gets out.  Can I take you up on that offer later?"  

     I never received a response.  I was simply taken back to my bed and my sleeping body.

My boyfriend got out of jail and my life with him quickly went down hill.  Within less than a year of receiving the offer into the Mystery School, I was praying day and night for another chance to be accepted.  It took several more months before I had completely broken off my relationship and moved back to Milwaukee.  

   

  Looking back on it, I can see that I was in a sort of preparation stage from 1994 through 1996.  My curiousity for the occult grew, and I devoured book after book of metaphysical concepts.  My dreams grew more vivid, and were tinged with a sense of higher knowledge.  I learned Numerology, Tarot, Astrology, and  how to meditate.  I read the Bible to keep a foothold in this reality while I explored the new territory.  

     Soon after I began to learn meditation, strange things began to happen.  People I hadn't met told me that I had met them, friends and co-workers told me that they saw me out, when I was really at home sleeping.  

     At first, I chalked it up to 'mistaken identity', that they had probably seen someone that looked like me.  Then the sightings became too strange to ignore.  

     First it was the mexican cooks in the kitchen where I worked.  They were upset with me because they said that I ignored them when they saw me at a bar on the south side of Milwaukee.  I told them that I wasn't there, and they described what I was wearing and who I was talking to.

     Next, one of the other waitresses gave me a ride home after work and didn't need directions to my house because she had seen me coming home late one evening around bar closing time.  She said that she and her boyfriend had called out to me, but that I didn't answer.  She laughingly said, "What, did you think I was psychic?"  I didn't tell her that I had been in bed sleeping on the night in question.

     I considered that I was having out of body experiences, but I was confused that others could see me in the flesh.  So, I considered the possibility that I was sleep walking.  

     I started hanging my clothes in a particular manner, and putting my shoes in particular places, so that if I did get up and get dressed in the middle of the night, there would be some indication of it.   There were never ANY signs that I was sleep walking.

     Then a very close friend of mine, saw me leaving the corner tavern at bar closing.  When he mentioned it the next morning, I knew without a doubt that something very unusual was happening to me.  I was taking astrology classes at the time and asked the instructor if there was some kind of gem stone that I could wear for protection.  She asked me what was going on, and when I told her she started laughing.  

     She asked if I had been falling asleep while trying to meditate.  I confirmed that I had, many times.  She said that I was leaving holes in my aura and that my ethereal body was out playing at night.  She gave me a tourmalated quartz crystal to help ground me, within weeks I was feeling much better and people stopped reporting that they were seeing me out and about.  

My guess on that, is that at the time I was so engrossed in learning all the new things that were coming my way, and spending so much time alone, that the part of me that missed going out to the bars and socializing decided to take advantage of the opening in my auric field and go out to party.  Every sighting was connected to the Night Life.

         Time to go to work, it may be a while before I get to publish more on here, but keep checking in ... I promise that it gets even more interesting.

Blessings and Much Love,

Carol