I sometimes think about writing a book. One of the books I’d like to write is a compilation of short stories about all the extraordinary moments that have happened to me during this lifetime. For many people, these extraordinary events might be overlooked or brushed off as coincidences or, at a stretch, they might be considered synchronistic events, meaning the simultaneous occurrence of events which appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection. However, if you like to examine life closely, as I do, then there seems to be something going on here that is way beyond coincidence or synchronicity. As regular readers of my blogs will know, I often refer to these extraordinary events as Magic of God Moments. It is like we have an interactive relationship with the universe and the universe uses the language of symbology to communicate with us. But are we listening? Here is one of my favourite stories. I might make it the first chapter in the (as yet, unwritten) book about making the extraordinary moments, ordinary. The God Rock Story In 2001, I travelled to the Northern Territory where I spent some time with a friend who was managing an Aboriginal community radio station in the Kimberley. A few weeks later, I flew to Alice Springs where I met another friend. We were going to travel around on our own and also do a Women’s Journey at Uluru, which we had pre-booked. It was during our travels on our own that I found The God Rock.
One day, we stopped early in the afternoon at a ranch style accommodation. After getting settled in the bunk house we went horseback riding with one of the ranch hands. It was a scary ride or at least I can say it was a stimulating ride as in the midst of a grove of trees we came upon a herd of wild pigs. We froze, as signalled by the ranch hand. Wild pigs can be dangerous and if they charge the horses, the horses will bolt like lightening and we likely wouldn’t be able to hang on, being thrown to the ground and to the wild pigs. But as fate would have it, the pigs didn’t seem to sense us (we must have been downwind from them) and so they snorted on and we turned back the other way. But, as I mentioned, an invigorating ride all the same. I felt we were being looked after (from above) while we were in that grove of trees! That night I had a dream. In the dream I was standing on the edge of a large canyon but one in which I could clearly see how the two canyon walls had, at one time, been joined seamlessly as a piece of land and then due to some earth tremor had separated. It was really clear that the zig zag of the canyon walls was remarkably similar on both sides. As I was standing on the edge of the rim, the Voice of God said to me, “See, the canyon is like me and you. We were once one and now we have separated. But we are just the same.” I woke up immediately following the dream, mainly because the Voice of God was so loud and deep and commanding. I can still hear the sound of that voice, in my inner ear, nearly 20 years later. I even remember the setting of the room, only because of it being where I had the dream. I told my friend about the dream when she woke up. That day, we travelled on in a rental car. Around noon we stopped to eat. As we were walking along a gravelled path, I spotted a small rock in two pieces, one on each side of the heavily pebbled path. It was quite amazing that I spotted these two pieces as they weren’t that close together and don’t even look that similar and they aren’t that big. I put out my hands to stop my friend from proceeding. “Look!” I exclaimed. She was, of course, looking at a gravelled path filled with little rocks wondering what on earth I was looking at. But I knew instantly they were the same rock that had been split, separated. Even more amazingly, the two halves of the rock do not fit easily together. Even to this day when they fall asunder, I have to spend some time finding the exact position that allows them to fit together. I brought that rock home with me and still have it. It normally sits on my dresser in my bedroom. It is one of my most prized possessions as it represents my divine connection to God and is a reminder that I am made of the same material as God, but that I have separated. And can be re-joined with careful attention to alignment ;-) *** Recently I was listening to a friend who was talking to a group of people. Her take on what I refer to as Magic of God Moments is that they aren’t extraordinary at all. In fact, they are ordinary miracles. IF we are living in the grandness of who we really are then these events are just every day occurrences. By the phrase ‘living in the grandness of who we really are’, I knew my friend meant if we are ‘living as claimed sons of God’, then we would expect nothing less than an interactive relationship with God, the universe and all that is in it – a universe where every extraordinary moment is quite ordinary. To the best of my ability I live each day knowing that we are all equal, we are all made in the image of God - which means we have free-will. That is, of course, where all the trouble began! We haven’t used that free-will responsibly. But it is through free-will that we can choose to align to our Divine Origins and walk the return path home. It isn’t always an easy road, depending on our resistance and waywardness but the road is always available. The road does require our attention so we don’t make a wrong turn. I reckon God has sign posts all along the way, supporting us to make the correct decision at every crossroads. Instead of signs like ‘Watch for Falling Rocks’ we need signs that say ‘Watch for Magic of God Moments’ and then we know to turn there - where every extraordinary moment is ordinary.
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Brigette Evans
26/2/2020 07:29:03 pm
How stunningly well you have captured the meaning of the Magic of God, Gayle. If there is such a thing as 'capturing' the meaning of the Magic of God. A beautiful experience too magical not to share - thank you for taking us there.
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Gayle
27/2/2020 09:06:57 am
Exactly right Brigette. No words to capture the meaning of the Magic of God. Its always good to be reminded that the Magic of God is so much bigger than anything we see or express. However, I do like little examples of where people catch a glimpse and appreciate what is going on all around us, all the time!
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Debra
27/2/2020 02:43:19 pm
I loved this Gayle- I have started writing about these many magical moments and the symbolism- I’d love to pass it by you sometime.
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Gayle
27/2/2020 07:19:03 pm
Hi Deb - Yes, I'd love to read about other's Magic of God Moments. Send me one or two via email?♥️
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Ruth Anderssen
27/2/2020 09:21:31 pm
Gayle, your telling of this Magic of God moment in finding the split rocks after your dream had goose-pimples running up and down my antahkarana! Your blog is a timely reminder that God does send us very meaningful reminders, through these 'magic of god ' moments, that we can choose to see these as 'everyday messages' he sends us to show us we are part of Him and His co-created Universe. No more 'falling rocks signs' for me!
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Gayle
28/2/2020 10:25:14 am
Thanks for your comment Ruth. I'll be seeing you here and there and everywhere along the road with the signs that say Magic of God Moments this way!
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Janice Lechner
28/2/2020 12:29:53 pm
So, truly beautiful Gayle, and interesting you were in the so called 'middle of nowhere', surrounded by the space that God fills and where there has been little interference with nature from humankind. Thank you for sharing and for the reminder that we are all one with God.
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Gayle
29/2/2020 08:14:08 pm
I love how you have observed the setting of this little miracle Janice. Thanks for bringing it to my notice.
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Jill Steiner
16/3/2020 04:16:32 am
Hi Gayle, I loved what you have shared, I love rocks the many shapes and sizes colour and textures, what a beautiful symbol of your connection to the Divine, once apart but now connected as one, magic moments are all around us if we are open to receive.
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Gayle
17/3/2020 07:40:01 pm
Rocks have a special place in my life too - which I really hadn't registered until I read your comment Jill. Thanks to your response to my blog, I now have more awareness about how much I adore rocks. I've got them outside in the garden and inside the house and yet I really hadn't considered that I had a 'thing' for rocks. haha
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