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Why we never talk about the miracles that come during suffering

Dec. 2011

by Julia Finley

Think what you must — they are “delusions” brought on by stress; “strands” let out by a strained mind — but truth be told, our dismissals are how we avoid touching the areas of life we do not understand, not coming anywhere near it.

The observer is stumped too, but without the luxury of these easy dismissals.  After catching a glimpse of the unknown — the part of reality that exists beyond the veil, peaking out for a moment to smile warmly, then everything returns as it was — the observer is left to wonder what to do with a miracle.

“Witnessing” is largely out of the question.  If they do “witness”, it has to be what people want to hear; if the observer insists on naked honesty, it is signed ‘anonymous’.  I remember two “witnesses” that were nakedly honest, but only because I was in a position where I had earned their trust.

The first was an old nurse turned teacher, somewhere during my interest in a medical profession.  The topic “Dealing with Loss & Suffering” had come up in our class, but the lecture soon turned to intimate feeling and experiences.  Twenty minutes in, the teacher confessed an amazing personal experience with loss and suffering:

“Some years ago, my dad was really sick in the hospital.  It was incredibly hard on me because dad and I were close.  Then one night, when I came home from the hospital, I sat in my bed and something happened.  I looked up and saw clouds opening, right in the ceiling, and light shined down upon me.  I heard a voice which told me not to cry and worry; everything is all right.  Then it told me that my father was going to die, and that my mom would pick up the body on Tuesday.  My father passed away that very weekend, and my mother did arrive to take the body on Tuesday.”

The story she recounted made a large impression on my views and assumptions.  How can we be so ignorant?  Doesn’t anyone know more about this?  How do I learn, without being regarded as crazy?  I began to recognize how many mechanisms exist in society, to sensor spiritual experiences.

In another, my own dear family member was going through her medical crisis; during a stroke, she witnessed:

“Shortly after my hospital bed was wheeled into an elevator, I had a stroke just before reaching the 6th floor.  I couldn’t move.  Four ladies around my gurney told me to stop struggling; what I needed to do was calm down.  I wanted to speak to my daughter, so I kept struggling.  One of the women told me she was watching over me, do not worry.  She was shaped like a pear — I don’t remember extremities, just her pear shape.  When I spoke about the four ladies later with my daughter, she informed me there were only two persons on the elevator.”

Now I understand something.  Our closed minds close off supernatural encounters, and foil the mission of their occurrence: impact.  Again, these stories left profound impact on me.  They arrive at trying times, not as products of stress, but as reassurance that life is still beautiful, even when it rains.  The best thing a listener can do with these amazing recollections, is to contemplate the timing and purpose of the higher power.  It could be that they arrive at that time on purpose, when we most need intervention, when it could change our views of life and reality  forever.

Images: “Abundance” & “Breathe” [masthead]  by Aaron Paquette

Have you ever wondered what happened to Viorrey, the little Manx girl, who had the world’s most mysterious friend?

by Walter McGraw

ONCE UPON a time, on a tiny little island, in a tiny little house, there
lived a tiny little animal named Gef who made wee-wee on a great big psychical investigator and screamed: “Go away, clear to hell! We don’t want you here.”

Not true, you think? Let me warn you that in the 1930′s one R. S. Lambert,
then of the British Broadcasting Company, investigated Gef and said, “It is impossible to deny  that there is serious evidence . . . for Gef’s reality . . .” And Lambert was called “crazy” but after lengthy proceedings a British court awarded him 7,000 pounds damages, in effect  acknowledging there indeed was good reason to believe in the existence of a talking mongoose on the Isle of Man. Read the rest of this entry »

Even baboons believe in ghosts.

October 1999

by John Keel

African farmers are often plagued by tribes of baboons who mess with their crops and raise general havoc because of their often mean disposition. You would not want a group of them in your own backyard. But how do you get rid of a mob of baboons humanely?

The African colonists once adopted an ancient system of anti-baboonery. They would trap one of the creatures, paint it from head to toe with harmless whitewash, and send it scrambling back to its tribal area. Its mates would then take one look at this eerie white intruder, start howling, and run away as fast as possible. They would keep running, leaving him far Read the rest of this entry »

My Proof of Survival about friendship beyond the grave.

February 2000

by Don M. Johnson

Dr. Lora G. Anderson was my best friend and metaphysical cohort. For nearly twenty years, I stepped outside of my profession of architecture and managed our mutual business in Lewiston, Idaho. In the early 1980s we moved to Southern California and affiliated with a metaphysical church in Woodland Hills—The Sanctuary of Revelations, Inc. Dr. Barry Lane, founder and current minister of the Sanctuary, is an enlightened teacher, as well as a psychic and trance medium. Read the rest of this entry »