1.   There are no size to miracles…all are great and good
2.   They happen every day in your neighborhood.
3.   You have nothing to do with them.
4.   A Miracle is GOD's Grace in Action. 

I'd like to share a miracle with you. Everyday I am gifted to see, be aware of, and hear stories about miracles. Actually, they are not my miracles, they are everyone's miracles. But, since you may have your eyes closed, I will be your eyes for you.

During a recent Monday morning meditation, Spirit advised me to go eat breakfast. Well, I sat for another moment I do not usually eat breakfast so tuning in again I was told I would need food and to go NOW! So, I left my comfy position and proceeded to fill my physical body with morning treats.  Upon my final bite, my beeper sounded from the root of my pocketbook. Calling my answering service, I heard a friend's voice, the director of a transitional housing village for men with Aids, drug and/or alcohol histories and who also are homeless. For the past two years I had frequently visited, and every now and then I am requested to do some spiritual clearing and praying. Two of the men, *Mark and *Hugh, had requested my presence. But this morning the word "emergency" resonated in my heart and I left immediately to the unknowingness of GOD's calling.

As I pulled around the corner to this group of clustered houses, I immediately saw the yellow police tape and smoke still fuming from Mark and Hugh's house. Burned. Fire.  Black. Gone.  Going into the director's office, I passed Hugh and learned that he and Mark were safe and totally unhurt. Thank you GOD. * Susan was on the phone so I dropped my keys and went out to find Mark. Both men and I sat on the porch of the director's house, looking at what they had been able to save. Being very human, Mark went for photographs. Melted frames, watered faces, and crisp paper. Some may be able to be saved; after an expert looks at them. The men sat, lit cigarettes and told me the story. Mark fell asleep watching T.V. in his all new room he had just finished redoing.

He awoke at four am to stinging and itchy eyes and a fire filled room. He screamed at Hugh's door and they ran out. Little was saved. All was gone. The fire moved quickly. It destroyed all clothing, all personal belongings, all furniture even Mark's car he was working on melted in the car port from the heat. For lack of a better reason, it appeared a lamp had overheated.

I had never seen the remains of fire. It looks much like it does on television. Black, gallons and gallons of water, smoke oozing from little areas…very wet, very dark, black like coal. No roof and then I looked again.  (Two years ago I had been called to this house to do a clearing. Mark was concerned about the negative energy of a client that had recently moved out.  Upon the closure of this mission, I buried four pieces of Amethyst in the ground at the corners of the house. Sage, prayer, attunements, symbols anything I had in my bag was used to release the fear and darkness that resided within the walls. Having checked back in later on, Mark and Hugh had painted and been very happy with their new home, and a third client had moved onward. So, it appeared that energy was flowing and a sense of peace had been attained.)

Amazingly, the fire was very contained. Trees around the house were not touched. An oil drum two feet from Marks bedroom where the fire began was safe. A greenhouse with plastic windows was in tact, six feet from the house. Cornstalks planted a foot from the house for decorations were unharmed. A truck in the driveway two feet from the melted car was fine. Just the house. Just within the four Amethyst Points.

I brought this to Susan's attention and her reaction was amazement. We walked around the house. I crossed the infamous yellow line and entered what had been the front hall and now was a puddle of floating cardboard, wood and mud. Rolling up my pant legs, I dodged water drops from the non-ceiling. Then I saw it. GOD's Grace in Action. I must have starred in joy. The kind of joy one feels when you see a miracle and receive the truth of it to your core. The kind of joy you experience when you are in the Christ consciousness and know Oneness.  In front of me stood a typical wooden bookcase, seven feet tall. But it did not hold books. It was an altar. A magnificent altar and everything on it was clean and  untouched by fire and smoke. Everything on this wooden case, in the midst of water, black, smoke, damage, damage, damage...was perfectly fine. On the top of the case was a sketch of an Indian Chief with an eagle on his left shoulder. 

On the next shelf down was a Goddess print. She was holding a crystal ball, the sun and moon around her. She was the most glorious sight I had seen in days. On the next few shelves were a stuffed doll, a wooden Buddha, an ancient Asian carving of a wise man, ceramic tea cups, an Indian papoose doll and a collection of handblown glass animals in perfect condition. Nothing melted, nothing hot, nothing damaged. I called for Susan, and her face was radiant when she beheld the sight. I removed my blazer and as she held it, I humbly removed items from Marks altar to carry to him.

Susan and I knew we had witnessed a miracle that day. But no one else around us was in awe. No one else could see. It seemed more important to keep repeating about the devastation, the CD's, the T.V.'s, the things that were gone. I cannot put myself in the position of anyone who was there. I have never experienced fire. I have my health, a home and miracles.  But what I do know, is that as a society we focus most on the negative, the illusions, the darkness, the complaining, the fears, and the what ifs. I believe this is why they do not see miracles.

Start talking to GOD. Start appreciating the birds, the flowers, the sunrises, the waves, the grass, the air, and the smiles on a stranger's face. Start focusing on the great and good and be grateful to GOD, the Divine Source for life. Start acknowledging the presence of the Divine and you too will see miracles everyday…just like me. 

** The names have been changed to honor the privacy of my friends.