A friend forwarded me something today which I want to share with all.  It is about an action that will take place on November 11:

“On 11-11, 2010, one million people across the globe will mentally project a unified vision of a new paradigm for our species… a new reality.  The very real physics that connects human consciousness with molecular structure will be harnessed en masse during the largest scale simultaneous manifestation transmission in recorded history.”

I encourage you to watch a video – HERE IS THE LINK:    www.newrealitytransmission.com — and I am hoping you feel moved to participate in the experiment.  I believe in the message and that this is something we can do that can shift the current paradigm of anger, fear and despair on this planet and bring us to a new, much more healthy place–the world of CONNECTEDNESS and PEACE that we all dream of—what miracle and grace that will be!

CAVEAT:   I realized only AFTER posting  this message that there was no real identity behind the site available to us.
That was my oversight, and lack of cyber-savvy.   I want to alert you to this fact.

I absolutely believe in the possibility of what has been put forth on the site– and will definitely participate in this benevolent experiment myself–but I feel the need to point out that this is, for all intents and purposes, coming from an anonymous source.

A friend who received my email yesterday wrote back: “I am always wary of the guy behind the curtain these days, but the idea is seemingly harmless.  I’ll put it on my calendar”.

If you don’t sign up with them, there should be no problem for you, if this is not legitimate.
You could choose to participate anyway, just that  “they” won’t have an exact scientific model to work from with the results.
THAT IS NOT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING.   When the results are as projected—a major paradigm shift brought about by a collective conscious transmission—it will be a wonderful.

In Love and Greater Clarity,
Sherry

Finally the weather turned warm enough for me to get the vacuum out and commit to the chore.

When I opened the driver’s side door, I saw that the floor was perfectly clean.  After I got used to the idea of another miracle happening to me my cynical comment was:  “What a lazy angel…The passenger’s side is still dirty!”

Tom B.

Miracle Workers are angels of compassion, functioning as an inspirational presence on our extremely challenged planet right now.  Here, their activity is the sharing of stories of their personal miracles, marvels, wonders, grace and graciousness experienced so many ways and times.

Awareness and acknowledgement of all the everyday miracles brings about deep feelings of gratefulness and gratitude which act as an energy magnet to attract even more.  This is the momentum of grace.

Together, we are changing the vibration of the world.  Every time a story is posted on this site, it radiates a positive change throughout the Universe. (Actually, the moment we begin to think about writing our story, that positive effect is already taking place!)  Every time someone reads a story their personal world is filled with more light and they acquire a wider and wiser view. Worry and fear can be transformed or transcended this way.

Science supports this proposition.  Quantum physics has concluded what ancient and indigenous cultures have said all along:  everyone–everything, actually–in the Universe is composed of, and connected by an interpenetrating Field of energy (a matrix) which has intelligence.  We communicate to, and through, It via our feelings, thoughts, words and deeds.

Whatever we send into the Universe is mirrored back to us. Whatever we place our attention upon, increases in strength.  Focus on “miracles” and Miracle Consciousness is raised and the whole Universe responds accordingly. What Power we have with our positive intention.  Our feelings, turned into action, centered on helping support others, is a beautiful service.

It doesn’t take much time to write down a story or to simply list your observations and experiences of the innumerable unexpected occurrences and insights that are bringing deeper peace, joy, and understanding to your lives.

Join the roll of Miracle Workers who have posted on this site. They are positively changing the world–one story at a time.  Now that’s a miracle!!

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One day I was meditating (I had meditated since 1971) and I had a profound experience that I never had before.In the midst of my meditation, and with eyes closed, all of a sudden I found myself observing myself and everything else in the room.   Today we would say “out of body experience”, but I had never heard of such a thing.

My eyes were closed, but through some way—I can’t say ‘the mind’s eye’, because I don’t know how it was observed–everything in the room was crystal clear.  Beyond optically clear–everything was clear. There were no questions–about anything.  Everything was just. . .I don’t even know how to describe it.

In the midst of this experience, I also realized I also couldn’t tell from where I was seeing.  It felt–the experience was–like simultaneous perception from an infinite number of points around the room, because I was observing myself from the front and back and top simultaneously.  I don’t know how to speak about that either.

When I opened my eyes, my eyesight was crystal clear.  I left my home, got in my car, put my glasses on the seat next to me, and drove to my office to examine myself.  On the way to my office, I could see everything: street signs billboards, everything.  I got to my office, I sat in my chair and started looking at eye charts I’d never seen before, and I could see every letter on every chart.    I put myself behind the horopter and went through same process, asking the same questions I ask my patients, “which is better #1 or #2?”

I went through the process and when I was finished, came up with the optical prescription, I was sure that the device would say “zero”, I didn’t need a prescription.   But the prescription in the machine was exactly the same prescription as I was wearing in my glasses.  The report was calling for the same prescription that my eyesight had always called for.

I had to ask myself the question,  “How is this possible??  I just had a 300% improvement in eyesight that seemed to occur instantaneously.  I could see everything on the eye chart without any stress or strain, and yet the optics of my eyes hadn’t changed at all!  Then all of a sudden it came to me:  Oh, we don’t see from the eyes alone.

It is now 32 years since that day, I’ve never had a pair of glasses on my face since that day, for distance or for reading.  6 months ago had a professional vision exam, and even though I don’t register as being nearsighted any longer, (which I was back then) I actually show more astigmatism now than before.  The amount of astigmatism that was objectively measured would make it impossible for me to see 20/20.  Yet I do.

What I’ve come to realize is that we don’t know what it is that is seeing.  From my experience, the seeing isn’t happening in the eye; unless you identify the eye as the seeing mechanism. For me, it’s not happening in the mind‘s eye; unless you identify yourself and the source of your essence as being in what you call that continual flow of thoughts that we think of as mind.  For me, is a situated–perhaps call it an awareness—is situated in the place that is aware of, not only the sensations of the body, but is continually aware of this activity of this thing going on in we call the mind.

All of us experience thoughts, most of think we are thinking them.  From my experience, what’s actually happening is that we are observing them.  In fact the only reason we are aware of the fact that thinking is occurring is because something is watching it, something is seeing it.

So, for me, the reason I believe that my eyesight changed so radically, and seems to give me optical clarity when the optics of my eyes would indicate that it would be impossible to have that clarity, is because the identification with the source of seeing, for me, is no longer in the eye or in the mind.  What I trust is that thing that sees without looking.

Jacob–Hawaii

This is a story of Grace.  The Grace given to me and my husband to see the beauty of love and it’s healing qualities in all forms.

Our family (my husband, myself and our 85 lb. Labrador Sheppard mix, Fresco) joined a Pet Therapy group at our local hospital.  We were encouraged by a neighbor who recognized our dog’s gentle manner as a perfect fit for the program.    We instantly loved being a part of this important work and landed on visiting the Children’s ward as Fresco was so well received by the kids.

Our usual routine was to check in with the nurses station prior to “making the rounds” to learn of any special requests or rooms to avoid (these were children too sick to receive a visit from a furry friend).  One evening we learned of a three year-old boy that had been mauled by a pit bull.  We were familiar with the case from the local news.  That evening, we made special care to avoid the boy’s room or even going within eye’s distance as the nurses were concerned with the boy’s reaction of seeing dog after such a tragic event.

On our next scheduled visit, two weeks later, we again checked in with the nurses.  This time the nurse looked at us, and then at Fresco and said “let’s try something”.  I’m not sure what she was thinking because we never discussed it with her, but my sense was that her intuition was telling her something.  My mother was a nurse and I learned that nurses have special intuition when it comes to healing.  She led us to the play room where the three year old boy was playing.  She stopped us just outside the door and asked us to wait.  A few minutes later, she returned with the boy by her side.  She told him he had a special visitor.

At the first sight of the boy, my husband and I were shocked.  This little toddler had well over 50 stitches on his shaved head.  In that instant, not sure how the boy was going to react, we held our breath.  And then, with the joy and innocence only children possess, he grinned from ear to ear at Fresco.  All the time Fresco had been sitting and sat completely still as the toddler waddled towards him.  When the boy arrived, he flung is little arms around Fresco’s neck.  We were relieved that the little boy had seemed to forget the trauma he had endured just a short time ago.

Then, the beauty of love and healing happened just before our eyes, Fresco gently and so carefully began to lick the boys head.  It was as if each deliberate movement was an act of healing, of love and forgiveness.  In that moment, I thanked God for the miracle we were witnessing.

We continued visiting the hospital for years after this experience and our interactions with the hospital children were wonderful and meaningful.  In retrospect, I often feel as though my husband and I were only there to provide transportation for Fresco.  And that all the healing work was being done by him.  We were mere witnesses.

This gift of being witnesses to so many miracles and healings has been one of the greatest gifts from God.  We are grateful for the Grace bestowed to us through our loving family member, Fresco.

Ellen–Big Island, Hawaii

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At the end of each day, we gather in Circle to “listen with respect and speak from the heart.” Although I usually conduct Circle around a campfire or bathed in fading sunlight or alpenglow, with this one particular group of teenagers, we always met before dinner. One day, we reached camp early, set up our shelters, and enjoyed a leisurely afternoon.

A tent group of boys baked fresh bread with their stove and a “twiggy fire.” Others rested, talking by a small stream. Some even lay on the warm grass and slept.

So, it was that we gathered that dreamy afternoon, deep in a forest of aspen and spruce. Bill spoke of friendship, how he felt closer to people in this group in just three weeks than he did with his friends back home whom he had known for years. Ruth was excited about all the scratches on her legs from the off-trail hiking. Karen admitted that she had little to say because she was so content. Raoul from Chicago told us that he loved the quiet of the forest, that it was so “natural,” so different than the silence of his room in the city. And, then, there was silence in our Circle, for long minutes.

At last, Megan reached for the talking stick. Holding it with both hands, she looked around the Circle with a beatific smile. She spoke slowly, “When I am with Mother Earth, I hear beautiful music. I hear the little birds in the morning talking to each other. Every stream has a friendly song. Twigs snap loudly under my boots.”

Still with her all-inclusive smile, but now with tears running freely down her cheeks, Megan looked around the Circle, at our lips, to see if any of us were talking. She chose her words carefully, and enunciated every word with effort and passion. You could have heard a pin drop in the Circle.
“I love the sound of aspen leaves and dry grass in the wind. When a storm comes, the thunder frightens me. I know where the deer sleep because I can hear them breathing. I can hear the stars moving at night. When I sleep outside, I hear the voices in my dreams. I am so happy to be here with all of you.”

Megan is completely deaf. We gathered for Circle in the daylight, so that she could read our lips. We listened intently because her speech was difficult to understand. She knew how to “listen with respect and speak from the heart” and we understood.

Doug—Mancos, Colorado

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