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.
Gayle Cue loves writing about life, reflecting on every day miracles and pondering on the big picture.
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