I Am A Miracle!

Mountain viewThis past weekend as I was driving toward the mountains for a conference I was thinking about the concept of the acorn and the tree. How does an acorn know it’s supposed to be a pine or spruce or cedar or Tamarack tree?

By the same token, how does a flower seed know it is supposed to be a rose, daisy or cornflower?

As I pondered the concept of seeds containing the Divine Intelligence to become that which they were meant to be, I had a moment of absolute clarity where I saw the miracle of life within each human. My awareness went from acorns and seeds to the microscopic seed within my mother and the microscopic sperm from my father coming together among the billions of cells in my mother’s body to create that Divine spark of life ~ me. I am that miracle union. I am that seed of Divine intelligence.

What bursted out of my mouth at this realization was, “I am a miracle! I am a miracle!” It was a good thing I was alone in the car for it came in a shout of awe.

In one moment I took a huge leap up in the glass elevator of awareness.  (Michael Neill’s metaphor)

The awareness that I was indeed a miracle lead me to scan my body,  body I have taken for granted for so many years.  My body which knows exactly what it’s supposed to do without me even being aware of it. For example, by lungs and heart know exactly how many breaths to take in minute. They know how to self-regulate without my help. In fact, 90% of the time I’m not even aware I’m breathing. It happens in a beautiful rhythm without me having to do a darn thing. Miraculous!

From my heart and lungs, I considered the billions of cells that know exactly what to do maintain my body. They know when to die, to replicate, to repair, to attack. They are part of the grand plan for me to have a healthy body so I can experience life. All I have to do is give them nourishment and treat then well. Wow!

I considered the rest of my body and realized I have little idea of the amazing things it does each moment.

By this time I had pulled over to the side of the road. I sat still in wonderment, love and gratitude.

Then came the awareness of how I get caught up in thinking, creating stories about life while there is this Divine creation of life happening without my being aware of it. I saw how my thinking tended to keep me recycling the past due to my little mind scanning my memory bank to give meaning to the moment.  Or how this same mind would conjuring up an imaginary future based on what was already in my memory.  While the mind was frantically searching for meaning, there was little room to notice that life was happening all around me in the moment.

At this point I got out of my car and stood on the side of the road letting my gaze take in the vista before and around me. In that gaze, I felt the seed of Divine Intelligence in the grasses, trees, hawk, magpies and the mountains. The Divine life force of all things beating with one heart.

When I eventually arrived at the hotel, I saw my friends and colleagues for the first time. Seeing beyond the story to the source!

This experience was a moment where Mind, Consciousness and Thought flowed together in perfect harmony. Knowing that once you know something, you can’t go back, is a great gift! I may be able to expand on this awareness, but this experience is now a part of me.

The deepening of my awareness of the grandness of life and the joy I find in each day are some of the many gifts I have found in understanding the 3 Principles.

A Hole in the Sidewalk.

Life is like a hole in the sidewalk, this metaphor running through Portia Nelson’s poem simply describes how our thinking keeps us trapped in repeated patterns/habits.

This poem could be my autobiography. I would find myself in a situation, blame everyone but myself. Play all kinds of mind games. Finally, my awareness would expand to the point where I could see the hole ahead and choose another path.

This poem represents the 3 Principles in action.

How does it speak to you?

An Autobiography in Five Chapters 
by Portia Nelson

Chapter 1

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in. I am lost….I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter 2

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the side walk.
I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter 3

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I fall in….it’s a habit…but my eyes are open.
I know where I am. It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter 4

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter 5

I walk down a different street