Have you ever wondered why there seems to be such a schism between the miracles that are such a part of the human legacy historically, and the apparent lack of bona fide miracles in our modern world? How was it possible to walk on water thousands of years ago, yet no one in modern recorded history has ever been able to even come close to such a feat? I have pondered these kinds of questions most of my life. From a very young age I was absolutely driven to understand the invisible. It was an unusual way for a little farm girl to begin making her way through life, but it was my nature through and through. I started scanning the horizon for miracles early on- and to my utter delight- they appeared. Its been a 40 year evolution that has ‘stretched me to the point that I am no longer that which I used to be.’
The experiences and concepts that are a part of my daily reality right now, would have been impossible for me to tolerate 20 years ago. I had not stretched myself far enough to contain the truths I know today. For example, about 20 years ago I had a spontaneous visionary encounter with a man who was believed by many to be a living ‘Master. ‘ This was not someone I had ever studied or followed and the visionary encounter was not something I had been hoping for. It occurred unbidden during the middle of the night in that place between being asleep and awake -but it was real as real could be. Some might think that I would feel blessed by such an event. I absolutely did not feel blessed- I felt scared. The concept of a modern-day living Master was way outside of my comfort zone. In particular, it grated sharply against the remnants of the Catholic upbringing that I had moved away from but still respected. I spent the next decade of my life walking a very wide circle around this ‘Master’- and I never did feel compelled to explore his life or teachings.
My reaction is worth talking about. There was no doubt in my mind that this “Master’ had extraordinary abilities- I definitely knew he was ‘real.’ Besides the visionary encounter, there were two other mind-boggling events that occurred and had been objectively witnessed by others. No matter- I was not going there. Yes, I was fascinated -but I was not going to drink the kool-aid. Just because a spiritual path shows up- it doesn’t mean we have to walk it. I learned many things from this experience, and the lessons were much more about me, than anything else. There was nothing at all wrong with this ‘Living Master’ or his teachings – I just was not in a place to receive.
Fast forward to 2012. I was living the nightmare of a sudden onset illness of my then 5-year-old son. He was growing sicker by the day, and I was reeling. As fate would have it, in the midst of this, I got an e-mail from a former colleague whom I had not spoken to in almost twenty years. He had come across one of my books, and was emailing to say hello and that he had enjoyed the read. I was thrilled to hear from him and a volley of emails quickly ensued. I confided the current struggle with my son’s health. He told me about a healer that he had been visiting in Brazil who possessed the ability to perform miracles. I listened with a wide open heart. I had a child who was suffering – I was more than ready to believe there was a Master in Brazil who could perform miracles. What occurred after this is a long story and as you continue reading these Rx’s you will know it in full eventually. What is important for you to know right now is that I was able to accept the possibility of miracles from a living Master- because I was ready. I had stretched myself to a place where I knew for certain, that miracles are a birthright that we each have.
Tomorrow I will write about this modern-day miracle man. If you find yourself tightening up at the thought of a human being who is able to channel cosmic energy in a way that heals people and causes inexplicable events to occur- I completely understand. This healer is not my ‘guru’ and I am not trying to sway anyone toward believing in him. I just want to stretch you enough that it gives the universe a little more room to give you the miracles that are yours. We all have this birthright- but it sits up on a high shelf- and we have to s-t-r-e-t-c-h ourselves to reach it.
Twenty years ago I could not reach that shelf. I was not yet able to believe that there was even one ‘Living Master’ walking the planet. Today I am blessed with the knowledge that there are many of them- and odds are- if I stay on my ‘miracle-watch’- sooner or later, their paths and mine are going to cross.