All is quiet now… I miss You, but I will wait. I am not alone after all. You have given me one of Your own to comfort and guide me. Sometimes it is enough just to be in his company. Sleeping closely, soundly, effortlessly.
Author’s Notes
A miracle is when God bends the laws for you. In an intimate way
– Caroline Myss
The negotiating principal with mystical laws is prayer. That’s what makes it intimate
– Caroline Myss
Healings
The mystical experience is sometimes a healing one. I first noticed, a year ago, that things were able to change on a cellular level with my thoughts focused. I had it in my mind, for whatever reason, I kept saying to myself, “I know I can heal this.” Since then, I have had several ailments disappear and not return. Although, I deeply believe that the Lord has taken many of these away Himself for His own reasons.
It has changed in speed- in that as soon as I think about it or focus on the problem it takes little time now to stop the problem.
It has changed in process- where I used to pray for Him to change things in my health, I now simply think, “I can change this” with the desired result.
Now, it has changed in ability- where I only healed my own ailments, I have now possibly done something to alleviate the pain and suffering in my dog who has cancer.
I haven’t written about this because it seems very egotistical to think that I am some sort of healer. I don’t believe that. But, I did think to myself, when I was told my dog had cancer, “You can heal her.” I remember thinking how will I get inside her head to get her to stop the energy leaks…? I thought, do I put my hands on her or something? She just wiggles then. So, I simply thought it. Not even prayed really, just a thought. Something like, “It’s only cancer.”
That is the only thing I can say is for real about this. When I think something is too big for me to take care of, on any level not just health, I simply ask myself, “If God can cure any ailment in the blink of an eye, don’t you think He can take care of this?”
Day by day
It feels just like being on a playground swing, the ones with the long, long chains that you can get going really good on-
Rising into the weightlessness of being close to the Divine…
Sinking back to humanity where you might hit the ground and break something,
Back up to the high, where you might just foolishly jump off in your need to be united.
Poetry
As soon as I need Him, he is there, these days. It may not always be. In my despondence over what I was reading, making me desperately sad, I thought, maybe it is not a translation but an interpretation. Yes, I had forgotten that John of the Cross wrote poetry that he sometimes put to song. The book is about a work of art. The Dark Night of the Soul is a poem. Art is subjective. Art is open to interpretation. I am still safe in my cocoon.
God may work in mysterious ways, but He is not exactly subtle.
It is the softest brush of your fingertip that allows me to do this. The tiniest of touches. Any more would be crushing.
I’m very, very dizzy now. Thank’s Auriel. I know I asked for help with writing “A Very Secret Gift” but now I feel I can’t even go walk the dog.
I am grateful. I do not expect anything. I rejoice when I am blessed with Your presence. I know I will not be left to fall behind.