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.
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:
Post comments on the miracles of your life. We all have them.
Dolphin Divine,
Living A Miracle Life
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