How I Crossed The Line

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.    --Albert Einstein

The first time I was punched by a miracle, I was pregnant. At five weeks in utero, my son's heart began to beat. All at once, the newly formed cells got together and declared, "okay, on the count of three, we start beating for the rest of Diego's life."

Stem cells are programmed so that some are directed to become a heart, others a spleen, organs, skin, brain. Well, you know what the body consists of. As long as  you aren't stuck with being the colon, the cells take on their job with acceptance and humility. Not much to complain about. After all, they are about to become part of the amazing human body.

Cell career directives are interesting, but did not grab me by the throat and demand that I believe in miracles. Until I read about the beating heart.

Questions hit me like a truck full of cinder blocks. How did those cell clusters turned heart know to beat? Who started the count? Who set the cadence? Was there one cell in charge, a committee, or a group project? How do they know when to start, and that they should even start in the first place?

Not only do the cells start beating, they do it all at once. Logically, that would take programming. If it were just one cell, we could get away with saying that it was one rogue cell. The black sheep, rock and roller who decided to break away with a beat of it's own. But that is not what happened.

Diego's heart went from recent cluster, to liberated Beethoven orchestra. No conductor. No Friday night meet-up. No garage band practice time. BOOM! It was off and running.

You may tell me that the cells are manufactured with the ability to come together and start beating, all at the same time. That a cluster of cells can go from a teenie, tiny newly founded formation to the capacity to rule a life from innate instincts. But innate is a miracle all on its own.

I analyzed the options.

Pre-programming Okay, I can sweep away the heart issue by accepting that this is just how cells work. They have an agenda, and they do it, no questions asked. But to know the moment when all of your co-workers are going to start without ever having worked together before? Pre-programming does not apply here.

The liver As the foreman of the body, this could arguably be the music conductor. But he is not a musician. No drumming experience. Besides, this guy is too busy deciding which cells get to be the brain. No time to waste on being a band leader.

Blood pressure Heart presses the blood into pumping. not the other way around. No answer here.

After doing away with the cast of available characters, it boiled down to one choice. My hypothesis became this: the heartbeat plugged into a Universal Rhythm. Nothing else I could think up made any sense. With scientific deductions, it was the only plausible idea left for me.

There must already be a beat to harmonize with. A band to join. A jazz session playing. Everything set for my baby to connect to.

It was then that I crossed the line from a no miracle life to an everything miracle life. And once that line is crossed, there is no turning back. You are tar pit stuck in the land of wonder.

Once I traversed the frontier, I saw beauty. Faces that held little beyond a way of recognizing the owner, became special. Our cats napping in the sunshine went from amusing to poetic. Food from nourishing to an art palette in my mouth. Love to divine.

There are the little miracles: perfection in a blade of grass, windows to watch rain fall, fuzzy bunny socks.

Big miracles: the births of my sons, how bodies work, human achievements, evolution, language and communication.

Spiritual miracles; astral projection, Akashic Records, angels, animal spirit guides, past lives, paranormal, intuition, energy work.

Everything became a miracle, in a heart beat.

Book inspired by watching my youngest son, discovering the feet moving about were his own. Azier was experiencing his first miracle:

Click to experience a miracle with your child:

Post comments on the miracles of your life. We all have them.

Dolphin Divine,

Living A Miracle Life 

Result of Desire

Earth shattering news! I now have free tickets for whatever you have a hankering for, to be done with the Most Desirable Doable End Result, or MoDDER. Tickets are limited to one a week, with exceptions made for unexpected pop-ups of something potentially grand.

Limitations are set to ensure they won't be taken for granted. Tickets of this magnitude of importance have souls. They are potent suckers who demand well-deserved appreciation. And, like salt with too many cooks in the kitchen, over use can spoil your soulful soup. If I gave you unlimited tickets, you would use them for everything from constipation issues, to cheating at the lottery. Depreciation would sky rocket.

 Tell you more about these glorious tix? Well, okay then:

1. Firm Choices When you  have a confusing choice being thrown at your innocent face, use the ticket. You glare it squarely down, and firmly tell it that you want the Most Desirable, Doable, End Result from your selection.

Ask for clarity in which choice you should then make. Be quiet and humble, as if approaching a fawn for a camera selfie. The answer will come.

But, it may take a form you weren't expecting. Such as wondering which college would provide the best of everything for your life. The answer may not come as a letter screaming out that this is the place for you, signed by your personal angels. However, you could eavesdrop in-line at the flower market, and over hear a discussion of a university that has everything you've been searching for and more. The employees of MoDDERS can be rather creative in their correspondence.

2. Not Your Decision Use the ticket to ask for something that is not yours to decide on.

For instance, last week in traffic court, I told my ticket that I wanted the MoDDER. If you have ever fought a traffic ticket, you know that if the officer who gave the ticket doesn't show up, you automatically win. Out of the three people contesting speeding tickets, two officers showed up. The missing one was mine! Yey! I saved $276.

There is no guarantee that this will happen to you. But your odds of doing better than a non-MoDDER are at least a tsunami-sized percent better.

3. Tasty Twists There are sometimes twists in this stuff. Beware. Just because you didn't get the end result that you think would have been best, doesn't mean you've been ignored. It means that the MoDDER Spirit knows more than you do.

Say you go for a job interview, and don't get it. You may have even been thoroughly harassing your ticket for the job. It could be barely readable from you holding it with your daily meditation for hours on end, begging, pleading, falling to your knees.

Then you hear that some other smuck, whom you know was less qualified, got the position. After you rant and rave to friends, family, and strangers, take a breath and regain your faith. The Universe, that background checker of MoDDER tickets, knows more than you do. This, I guarantee.

It may turn out that a week later, an even better job simply falls into your lap. In the game of 20/20 hindsight, you will find the MoDDER was working full-speed ahead on your behalf the entire time. Because you are asking for the end result. Different than asking for a particular outcome.

If you ask for a particular conclusion , you are probably missing out on something more wild and foot-fancy free being able to grab you by the waist and wanfangle the Celebratory Dance.

Ticket Orders:
As my printer only has so much ink, I have devised an easy, efficient way for you to receive your weekly dose. Sit quietly in comfort, close your eyes, and envision the MoDDER ticket in your hands. It will suddenly appear, pre-assembled and ready for use.

To ensure your lifetime supply of MoDDER, say nice things, feel happy, and show appreciation for each redeemed ticket. Being thankful is key.

Post creative correspondences, uplifting outcomes, and frustrations in comment section below. Sharing stories keeps the world a sweet place to live.

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Dolphin Divine,

MoDDER Moderator

The Day After The Goal

Must have faith. Must be present. Must not sit at home and twiddle your thumbs.

What to read next? The Granddaddy of the Law of Attraction: Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill. You are probably like every other Abundance Seeker out there who has already read it. I feel like that clown in the corner, the one too ridiculous to have never sought it out. Like living in the 1960's and never having heard of the Beatles. So if you are in the minority as I am, or would like a fresh opinion on a Classic, keep reading. If you don't fall into one of those categories, read anyway. It will make me feel appreciated as a writer. Thank you.

Last night I got to Chapter Four, and here is what has hit me like the first time I visited a past life through an Akashic Record Reading...

set a date for your goal.

In other books, I've read that if you set a date, you could be limiting yourself. Something even bigger could have been planned for the next day. And I completely agree with that. So, in order to be open to the even bigger opportunity set for THE DAY AFTER, I am wording my goal with an allowance for more than I had asked for to occur. And, a continuous mind-set that the goal is the start of where I am heading. It is only getting better from here.

Setting a date has tamed the shrew of doubt within. Now, rather than focusing on the negative stuff that once kept me on a cycle, I'm seeing this as the last month of crap. Knowing that THE DAY AFTER, I will be living my dream, I'm taking the Affirmation with faith. The stuff that is hitting me now, has a shelf life. I can even hear the groans of the dying cycle.  

A friend told my that the reason many people don't get what they want is because they were never clear. Vacillation is confusing to a listening Universe. Set a date and heal the Vertigo Disease.

And here is where it can get a might bit confusing. If you are so clear and set on what you want, options for even better stuff can get knocked aside like a tipped cow. Be clear in your intention, while leaving the  door wide open for even better than you could have hoped for. Let your goal be a stepping stone.


Date setting can help with the faith part. It can also be the balm for being present. Rather than worrying about anxieties surrounding you, knowing that there is a light at the end of the tunnel may assist in freeing up your natural ability to be present. It's one thing to keep telling yourself to be in the in the Now, another to do it against a back drop of life stresses.

If you can legitimately tell yourself that the end of the bad will be gone by "Fill In Your Date Here", it's easier to knock clean away those ghastly stressors. Give them a shriek, a shrug, and a total blow-off. Tell them, "hey, you may be bad ass now, but just you wait until THE DAY AFTER. You won't even exist. Start packing, look for another home, move on. You ain't wanted here anymore."

Now don't go thinking that all you have to do is voice intentions twice a day. You have to be doing something toward it, every day. Want to sing in a Rock and Roll Band? Take a voice lesson and hang out with musicians. Want to join a circus? Learn how to ride a unicorn bike. Want to be a millionaire? Read the book every other Seeker has read.

My goal relates to writing--not a big surprise. So I listen to my Creative Writing teacher of oh, so long ago, and no-matter-how-tired, I write 'a line a day'.

Fill up that comment section at the end of this post. I am edge of seat smitten with knowing your intention, and watcha going to do about it.

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Dolphin Divine,
Dating Myself