The
Gift of Miracles
God interceded in my
life many times. Here are a few of the miracles I experienced as I
learned to work with the ascended masters, the angels and the presence
of God within me. These stories, and many more, are published in the
book Miracles, Masters and Mirth: Adventures in Spirituality and
Self-Awareness.
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Presencia Yo Soy
One spring day, I was walking through
La Boca, a colorful artsy neighborhood in Buenos Aires, taking pictures,
when I became aware that a young couple had been following me. All
of a sudden, the woman pulled out a handkerchief and insisted on wiping
my back because she said there was a mustard stain on my shirt.
I knew that local thieves sprayed tourists with mustard in order to
rob them while helping them clean up, so I politely thanked the woman
and told her mustard comes off in the wash. Then I walked away, relieved
that my purse was intact. I had just exchanged a lot of dollars and
had all of my bank and credit cards with me, which was the only way
for me to get more funds.
A short time later, while I was waiting
for a bus in front of the main train station, I was caught off guard.
A young man pointed to the stain on my shirt and the minute I turned
around, my wallet was gone. I asked the man to give it back and he
denied taking it. Then, I remembered these thieves work in groups.
I looked around and saw a man in his forties, dressed in a suit, crossing
the street whistling.
My intuition told me this man had my wallet, so I started chasing
him. He turned around and when he saw that I was coming after him,
started to run too. I ran as fast as I could, dodging all of the buses
and taxis that were coming at us with Latin speed.
“Para le, stop him,” I yelled
as people watched, but nobody moved. Eventually, I could no longer
keep up with him and he started to get lost in the bustle.
I knew this was a real crisis
situation, having no money to get home or to finish my stay. I had
just learned about the Mighty I AM Presence, the personalized divine
presence that hovers above us at all times, surrounded by concentric
rings of spiritual energy. I decided to call upon this presence for
help. “Presencia Yo Soy,”
I said, as I continued to run. I felt a renewed burst of energy and
within a minute or so, spotted the man in the crowd again.
He turned around and decided to give
up, though he still had the lead. “Here’s your cuero,”
he said, throwing my wallet on the ground.
By that time, a crowd had formed around
us. I did not know whether to laugh or cry. My lungs were burning
and I was out of breath, but I felt elated because my wallet was intact.
I knew that my Mighty I AM Presence had intervened. Only God could
have made this man give up the chase when he was still ahead. I was
so grateful. I can’t even begin to imagine the nightmare it
would have been to be stranded in a city like Buenos Aires with no
money.
An Angel in a Pick Up Truck
On our way home from
a conference in Montana, we decided to drive through the night to
get back to Minneapolis for my sister Marie’s flight. We took
turns driving and about midnight, I fell asleep.
It was extremely cold and pitch dark
on the highway. We were in eastern Montana, which is like the middle
of nowhere, and the roads were covered with a very thick sheet of
ice. All of a sudden, Marie accidentally jerked the steering wheel.
I woke up, startled, as we headed down
a 15 foot ditch. The car softly stopped at the bottom, lodged inside
a snowbank. We were stuck. We hadn’t seen any traffic for a
long, long time and the car did not have much gas left.
I stepped outside the car and realized
we were in a life-and-death situation, so I started to call to God
and to Archangel Michael for immediate help. We had no time to lose.
Within a minute or so of making the
call, a man showed up in a pick up truck. He was wearing a flannel
plaid shirt, overalls and some kind of cap on his head. He was very
friendly and completely calm.
“You girls are lucky I stopped
by,” he said, “because even highway patrol isn’t
out tonight in these road conditions.” He pulled out a tow rope
and told me to go inside his truck to warm up. I sat down and waited,
listening to the country music that was gently playing. Then he told
Marie, “Go check up on your sister because she looks very upset.”
Neither of us had told him we were sisters.
The man pulled the car out of the ditch
and told us he would follow us to Miles City, where we must stop and
get a hotel room. We thanked him, got in the car and drove off. I
could see him in the rear view mirror, following us. We were the only
two cars on the road. Then, as we reached the first signs for Miles
City, I looked up in the mirror and he was gone.
Since that trip, I have driven through
Miles City many times. There is no road that exits the highway where
this took place.
The Yellostone River
On a hot day later that summer, I set
out with some friends to go tubing down the Yellowstone River. I had
never done this before, but my friends were regulars at it. We were
each sitting on inner tubes, and no one had a life jacket. We started
downstream, having the time of our life, bobbing up and down in the
splashing rapids.
After we passed the first set of rapids,
the current separated me from the group and I started to lag behind.
All of a sudden, there was a huge boulder just below the surface.
Before I could steer away, the water swept me into a giant hole. My
inner tube flew into the air and I was engulfed in a powerful whirlpool
that was way over my head. Being a good swimmer, I started to tread
water but the whirlpool was too strong. I struggled to come up for
air but no matter how hard I tried, I could not reach the surface.
Soon all of my energy was spent. I had
no strength left and was sucked down into the hole. Everything was
dark around me and I felt completely defeated. I knew I had to give
up my life even though it didn’t seem like the right timing.
“The fallen ones have finally
got me,” I thought, referring to the force of darkness, and
I became acutely aware that a significant part of me would be staying
in the bottom of the river. It was my not-self, impermanent and unreal,
that I had identified with. This jarring realization was even more
disturbing than the physical experience of drowning and I finally
did let go.
At that point, time and space collapsed
and I found myself on top of the river, a couple of yards away from
the whirlpool. I was stunned. I did not experience my body moving
from the bottom to the top of the river and had no idea how I got
there. I started to swim frantically so I would not get sucked into
the whirlpool again, having no tube to hang onto.
One of my friends, Geron, who happened
to be a lifeguard, was floating by. He had been leading up the rear
when the accident happened. He knew that if he jumped in, we would
both drown so he watched me struggle and go under. Then, when I surfaced,
he said it was like an angel had picked me up.
Away from the whirlpool, Geron reached
out to me with his inner tube and helped me stay calm. As the two
of us swam to shore through more rapids, I felt a peaceful light shine
upon me. Even though I was still in shock, I knew I would be safe.
Later, I went to the emergency room
to get checked out. I was all right physically, but it took me several
months to process what had happened mentally, emotionally and spiritually.
Holy Water!
Our construction was
already underway and it came time to drill a well. The cost of the
well was an unknown factor that would determine everything else, which
had stressed me out for months. We knew that our closest neighbor’s
well was one of the deepest and most expensive in the area, and that
if we were to run into the same terrain, we would completely blow
our budget. Every time I prayed to God about the well, I had the sense
not to worry but I was still extremely concerned.
“Lord,” I said, “you
know where the water is and I don’t. Please show me where the
water is and help me feel the light.”
I started to walk the land and came
upon a spot where I felt light on my crown chakra. The light was focused
in a circle. I could clearly feel the circumference of the circle,
about ten feet around, and the center point where the energy was strongest.
My neighbor and I put a stake in the ground where I had felt the most
light and then I went home to work on my faith.
I could not come out on the day of the
drilling, so I asked our neighbor Orlando to show the drillers the
stake for the well placement. Some of the other contractors started
to suggest more preferable locations but Orlando thankfully insisted
that they drill where the stake was. In the meanwhile, I was at home
praying for the best possible outcome.
About thirty minutes later, I received
a phone call from the driller. “Lady,” he said, “I
don’t know how you did it but we found abundant water at less
than 50 feet. This is the shallowest well we have ever drilled and
you just saved yourself $10,000.”
I put the phone down, elated. I was
so grateful for this divine manifestation and for the joy of co-creating
with God. The savings on the water made it possible for us to buy
a hot tub, among other things, a luxury I had secretly wished for
but which up to that point, could not fit into our budget.
