It’s story time again. Enjoy some more miracle stories from the beginning of my spiritual journey.
The magic hill
December 15, 2007. We were on a weekend gathering with my parents and my brother’s family.
On a cold and windy afternoon, we took a hike up a long hill. My younger son (almost 3 years old) was too exhausted and wanted to be carried by me. No way. I refused. He was much too heavy.
Therefore, I tried to entice him,
“Look. This is a magic hill. Once you have walked up to the top, you can say a wish and it will be fulfilled.”
I knew what he was going to wish for. It was not hard to guess since every other sentence he uttered contained the word ‘digger’.
We arrive at the top and my son mumbled,
“I want a big digger.”
“Louder, honey. You must shout it so the magic hill can hear it, ” I said.
“I want a big digger! ” he shouted.
I was relieved that we had arrived and thought he would get his digger as a Christmas present in less than two weeks.
However, the next day we took a hike again, this time a different route. And what did we see on the field, in December?
Not a real digger, but there was a tractor with a fork at the front – in the middle of December on an icy cold day in the middle of an empty field. Unusual, isn’t it?
And my brother suddenly had the idea to ask the driver whether my son could enter the tractor and join him.
He got a ride on the tractor. Wish fulfilled. No need to wait until Christmas.
That was impressive. Even my 3-year-old son was able to manifest what he wished for.
Wishing for snow
Because I bike to work even in the winter, I am usually not too fond of snow and luckily we don’t get a lot of snow here.
But during Christmas 2007, I had hoped there would be some snow so that my kids could go on a sleigh ride.
On December 25, there was no snow. When the next day started and it was still not snowing, I had almost given up hope.
But then, miraculously, at noon it started to snow and at 2 pm we went for a sleigh ride to a tiny hill on the nearest playground. Hooray!
But what about my way to work? On December 28, I would have to bike to work again and would need a snow-free street. I was a bit tense. Would everything be okay?
I needn’t have worried. On Dec. 27, the snow thawed and the next day I could bike to work without issues.
A neighbor sent by heaven
Feb. 12, 2008. I was busy in our garden when a neighbor walked by and started some small-talk with me. Her kids were also preschoolers, just like ours.
Suddenly she said, “Oh, by the way, the usual afternoon group in the kindergarten is canceled today. Did you know?”
Oh my gosh! No, I didn’t know that. I had completely forgotten.
What a blessing that heaven had sent her to let me know. Otherwise, I would have picked up my child too late from the kindergarten.
Feb. 15, 2008. After witnessing so many miracles and synchronicities, my worldview shifted. Before the start of my spiritual journey, I assumed that everything in the 3d world is like many separate things moving randomly about.
However, after all these unlikely and miraculous coincidences, I got the idea that we are all like puppets on a giant, invisible, guiding hand, or something like puppets on an octopus with millions of arms. An image popped into my mind of a transparent light-blue octopus with a tiny red puppet on the tip of each arm.
I shared this idea with a fellow traveler on the spiritual path, but I remember that this guy didn’t get what I was talking about. Maybe, he was turned off by the idea of comparing God or Source to an octopus? I was somewhat disappointed that he didn’t understand me.
But in the evening my little son of merely 3 years (who knew nothing of the divine puppets analogy) climbed on my lap, looked at me seriously, and said,
“Such is life”.
‘Oh, no!’ I thought as I looked out of the window and saw that it was raining cats and dogs. It was March 2008 and I was in the bus on my way to a training workshop in Heidelberg. If the rain wouldn’t stop soon, I would be totally drenched on the short way from the bus stop to the venue. My mood darkened as I imagined how it would feel to sit through a whole workshop day with damp trousers on my legs.
At my destination stop, I was the only one who got off the bus, surrendering to my fate.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw it. An ownerless umbrella was leaning against the railing of the bus stop. That was too good to be true. Normally, I don’t steal umbrellas, but this seemed like a gift from heaven for me.
So, with a silent “Thank you”, I took the umbrella and arrived at the workshop with dry clothes.
The white feather
July 2009. I was thinking about feathers and their meaning as signs. Little, white fluffy feathers. How sweet.
‘Oh, how I wish that the universe would send me one, too!’ I thought.
The very next day, my older son came to me and said, “Mom, close your eyes.”
And then he tickled my nose with a large white fluffy feather.
Stinging nettles and connection
Around May 24, 2009. It was a sunny day and I was walking with family along a paved path between fields, my kids some 100 meters (330 feet) in ahead of me.
I saw my little son had wandered off the paved way right into the meadow when suddenly he started to scream, “Mommy! Aaahh! Come here!”
I wanted to run to him right away. But before I could do so, something grabbed my attention.
There was a sudden pain on my left calf which made me bow down and inspect my leg. Had I been bitten by something? Where did the pain come from, seemingly out of nowhere?
I could not determine the source of the pain and decided to get to my child quickly to see what was bothering him.
It turned out that he had fallen into stinging nettles. And they had burned his left calf on the very same place where I had felt the sudden pain on my left calf.
That was a lesson on how we are all connected via consciousness.
This post is part of a series about my spiritual journey (table of contents).