As a cradle Catholic, they taught us about the various saints and angels that will guide us through our lives. I attended St. Anthony elementary school, and remember a nun guiding us to sit to the left of our seat to leave room for the angle on our right. This could explain for my poor posture or continuous sore back and also for a sense of never being alone, always having that knowing I was okay for the angles and saints not to mention God and Jesus, along with the Holy Spirit were there for me.
Whether you believe in angels, saints and the Higher Source is up to you, but to think about magical thinking without exploring coincidences and miracles seems a mistake on my part. Did you ever drive around looking for a parking spot and pray to God he’d expose one for you? I have. And I’ve had a parking spot waiting every time. Did God open the spot or perhaps I manifested it, or maybe it’s a coincidence? In any event, I always find a spot and I always know I’ll find a spot.
So is it a miracle, or a coincidence, or heck, just good ole luck? I guess that depends on you. For sure this is tough to answer. It’s certainly possible what’s termed miracles could be coincidences—or maybe even a hallucination or even a delusion.
When I worked in the psychiatric ward, my second year of interning, I recall this fellow who was up for discharge but he didn’t pass because they considered him delusional. He talked about these happenings that sounded so real to him—and to be honest they sounded real to me too, based on the way he presented them. It was at that moment I wondered about the differences.
I remember sitting there thinking it’s possible with some patients the psychiatrists and other practitioners could be wrong. I realized we have to know the difference between real and not real. I had a patient who saw Bobby, her late husband, behind my chair during our sessions. She’d be talking to me and then suddenly she’d look past me wide-eyed, stunned because he’s there. She’d point and begin shaking from tremendous fear.
I don’t think Bobby was there, but rather she imagined he was there. She had undergone years and years of trauma imposed on her by Bobby, so it made sense she’d still fear he was coming to get her, though he was long passed for years. But the guy in the psychiatric ward was different. He was clear, concise, and consistent when he spoke. I found him intriguing.
He told me he “was on fire” with his feelings and how things were unfolding. That he could see what was happening with the government and that we were in for a big change. He spoke about one day we would have money besides the current currency that perhaps money as we know it wouldn’t exist. It was as if he knew something.
He spoke about crypto currency long before it was a discussion. He spoke of this back in the 1990s. He said that banks would not create this new currency. I didn’t think it was magical thinking, but a guy who had insight and studied things that could happen. He was not delusional instead he was at the genius level, well beyond our small minds to comprehend what he was saying.
And what about miracles, are they real or delusional? I believe in miracles. I believe in prayer. Pray for what you want, believe you’ll receive it and most of the times it comes to fruition. Prayer and miracles go hand in hand. Pray for what you need, a belief our God of understanding hears our prayers while we wait with faith in place. In Matthew 19:26: But Jesus looked at them and say, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” So, it’s not magic it’s turning the want over to our higher understanding of God, or whatever your belief is. If you believe with God, all things are possible, then all things are available to you.
I find miracles to be a personal, subjective experience, many are affirmed by physical, objective truth. When I was pregnant with Benjamin, I meditated about how the birth would be. I practiced breathing exercises and relaxation techniques the whole pregnancy. I listened to classical music and imagined how I wanted my birth experience to be.
On that morning of December 14th, I popped out of bed waddling my way to the stove to make a hot tea. I felt something trickle down my leg, not sure if I had an accident, but then quickly I realized my water broke. I called the doctor’s office. He instructed me to go to the hospital immediately. I primped with makeup, donned a nice outfit and the phone rang with Dr. Danoff yelling on the other end on where I was. He scolded me, reminding me I didn’t need makeup or to look cute to have a baby, that I’d be the ware for worse.
I believed I would have this baby without a hitch and no medication. I’m not afraid of much, but I am afraid of needles. The not so nice nurse said, “Honey, you are having a baby, far worse than this little needle.” I disagreed. While I was giving birth, I pleased and thank you’d the entire way. I never screamed except once when I was catching my breath—not from pain. I prayed the Hail Mary, a Roman Catholic prayer, in my mind and rode one contraction after another like a wave in the ocean. I rose above and saw myself having my baby. The doctor and all the staff were there. I was not dreaming, nor was I delusional. I wasn’t making magic, and it wasn’t luck or a coincidence that I had this miraculous experience.
Another time I was driving to Miami to take the Law School Admittance Test (LSAT). I’m not only afraid of needles but I’m not comfortable with timed tests either, so I was a total nervous wreck. On the highway, unbeknownst to me, a car was coming up the ramp into my lane while the lane to my left was coming into my lane. I closed my eyes to brace myself for the crash, only to rise above and not get hit. I have no clue how this happened. I was a gonner and yet nothing touched me. I call this a miracle not coincidence or luck.
One of my favorite quotes is by Albert Einstein who wrote, “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” Every breath we take, every morning we wake, and every step we make is a miracle. We ignite the miracle when we believe.
In Dangerous Prayers: 50 Powerful Prayers that changed the World, Harriet Tubman, recited, “I’m going to hold steady on YOU. You’ve got to see me through.” A prayer she recited when she led runaway slave to freedom in the north. She was born into slavery, escaped and subsequently made thirteen missions to rescue seventy enslaved people, including family networking with antislavery activists and safe houses known as the under-ground Railroad. She believed in the power of prayer.
Do you believe in the power of prayer? When was the last time you experienced a miracle? How do you know if it’s a miracle or a coincidence?
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