MY BLOG-OCEANIC DEPTHS

DIVING DEEP INTO MIRACLES

 DIVE INTO THE EMOTIONAL OCEAN

I have found answers to my emotional issues by examining the miracles life presents to me every day. Find new meaning for your life by examining the details you might have overlooked. The simple things can hold so much wisdom. Dive into the depths.

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“We are guided by the connections to the symbols presented.”

-Paulo Cohelo

 

Be open to the strange, the unexpected, or the uninvited. This may be the first sign of your connection to your daily path. It might be an animal, a bird, a person, or a sign that comes to your attention. Follow the symbols from one link to the next until the chain is whole. The links might be sending a more lasting message. Some symbols are asking to live throughout the week, the month or even a year. Take time to notice. Look up the meaning of that animal, or the meaning of the dream image that awakened you in the night. Find the connection. It will be there. Your life will turn into a miracle of discovery when you pay attention to the connections. You will see that everything for you fits together like the pieces of a puzzle. Everything is linked in your life. The links might be places or situations or people. Some links are soldered for life. Other links are not and break apart into their own version of freedom. The beauty is seeing the synchronicity between everything beginning sometimes with the dream you had last night.

 

The other day I had to wait in line everyplace I went. This was a sign to me that this was a waiting day. Had I been conscious of this as the thread of the day I would not have made some snap decisions that were unfortunate for me. This was a waiting day and I did not wait.

How often we see waiting as a nuisance and an inconvenience. Maybe it saved you from being on time for a car accident. The waiting might have been more than just a symbolic message. It might have been a miracle.

This was a waiting day. Had I been conscious of this as the thread of the day I would not have made some snap decisions that were unfortunate for me. This was a waiting day and I did not wait.

How often we see waiting as a nuisance and an inconvenience. Maybe it saved you from being on time for a car accident. The waiting might have been more than just a symbolic message. It might have been a miracle.

Welcome fellow travelers. We are all one on a magical journey through space on spaceship earth. We have been given the gift of life, the gift of God, the Creator and the gift of one another. If you prefer to call God by other names such as, the Universe or Universal Intelligence I am just fine with that. None of us can possibly know or name the entity of all being. We do the best we can.

I hope that you will read the stories of my miracles. Miracles can be tiny moments that flash past so quickly you don't even realize what happened until you think about it later. Miracles can also be huge and cause great transformations in your life. Sometimes our problems or obsacles are the very things that prompt a new miracle in our life.

Go to the Blue Skies page to find my guest book if you wish to comment. I would love to hear from you.

Happy miracles to you. Watch for them. Believe in a magical life and it will be yours to enjoy.

Much love,

patricia george

 

 

 Aug. 10, 2015

NANCY DREW, COLOGNE AND RUBY RED NAIL POLISH

Near the end of my fourth grade year I began having pain and swelling in my joints. I began summer vacation at the doctor’s office where an examination and tests revealed that I had something called, Osgood Schlatter’s Disease. I has the appearance of rheumatoid arthritis, but it is not arthritis.

The bones in the knees in the growth plate are somehow affected and I was ordered to keep my legs straight for the entire summer. The doctor warned me he would put my legs in casts if I couldn’t obey his rules. It was excessively hot in the middle of the summer in Kansas. In those days, all we had was a swamp cooler in the dining room, quite a ways from my bedroom. I would obey.

This came on suddenly and because of the pain and swelling, I missed the last two weeks of fourth grade. Now, that was the first miracle because I was behind in my math book and now I had time at home to catch up.

The days wore on. I read one Nancy Drew after another. I painted my nails a pale blue one week and then the next week a deep ruby Revlon red. I splashed on Evening in Paris cologne and started a paint- by- numbers oil painting. Between the oil paint, the nail polish and the cologne it is a wonder I didn’t asphyxiate myself. After a few weeks of that, I was becoming a little bored with the same rituals.

The next thing that happened was a miracle. The people in the town who were friends and knew of my condition and convalescence banded together and brought me gifts in a Sunshine Box. I can still see the box in my memory. It was a 12” square box covered in a bright orange, white and golden colored paper filled with gifts for me to open one per day. There were games and books and thing that could be enjoyed in bed. If that wasn’t enough, they chipped in and bought me my own television. Our family didn’t have a TV and so everyone ended up in my room to watch the latest programs.

When the Fourth of July came, family and friends lifted my mattress out of the window with me on it like a queen and put me in the center of our backyard where we celebrated the fourth together with our fireworks.

Loving family and friends are such a miracle. I have so much for which to be grateful.

These days the protocol for my disease has changed and kids suffering from it are no longer consigned to stay in bed.

September arrived and the doctor gave me the green light to get up and go to school. I was thankful to be out of bed walking around and healthy once more.

 

 

 

Jul. 29, 2015

PENNY MIRACLES

PENNY MIRACLES

I always like to thank the Universe when it sends me little favors like helping me to find a parking space close to where I want to go.  Those may seem like penny miracles, but they are worth big bucks to me.

 

Jul. 28, 2015

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THE MIRACLE RESCUE

It was evening; he was gone off with his mom and brother who had invited themselves down so she could take over my kitchen and his brother with his negative energies throwing out his snarky comments left and right. Steve, a distant relative came over to visit. We were high on our newspaper hats that we had made. I was dancing around the room in my creation with the stereo blasting Earth Wind and Fire. I was on fire.

The phone rang. It was my brother. He had heard that I was staying home for Christmas because I was too unhappy to celebrate. He invited me to his home in L.A. I was in San Diego.

In the midst of my laughter, still wearing my hat, I packed a few things, the most important of which was my typewriter- this was 1979 and that is all that I had. Then with no further ado I headed out the door and threw my baggage in the car with Steve following me around like a lost puppy trying to slow me down but helpless to change my mind about leaving.

I was off into the night hoping that I had enough gas to make it to L.A. This was the height of the gasoline restrictions.

I landed at my brother’s door that night and that was that for my marriage. Just like that.

Sometimes there is only one way to do things. Why drag things out any longer?

By the way, after all the legalities and years later, he and I are still friends at a distance. I have never married again. Marriage is of the heart and I don’t need a paper to tell me I am married to someone or not. We still have our hearts in love so I imagine I am still married on that level.

As for other possible relationships, there is always a reason that things don’t work out. God has good reasons for nudging us in and out of relationships. If it is broken, let it go. Be happy now.

 

Jul. 25, 2015

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July 20, 2015

SAVED BY A MIRACLE

My story of why I am beginning this website comes from a desire to share my stories of growth and transformations with my friends and with the world. This had been on my mind for a while but I was not sure how I wanted to begin.

 A few nights ago when I needed a bit of a lift, I found a video by T.D. Jakes. His topic was “Growing in the Dark.” I have borrowed his title for my own story.

T.D.Jakes answered the question that had been concerning me. How do I set up a blog or a website where I can share my spiritual l experiences with others? Synchronicity supplied the perfect answer:  He said in his talk,

 “God is going to send you somebody who has what you lack- he will bring you out- he will bring you someone to help you. It will be someone who has what you lack and you will agree on things..He will use them to show you where to put your hands on the right spot. He will lead you to the spot and then all the obstacles in your life and break them down. Touch and agree in the word”

 I was stunned this morning to have discovered a video by Gabrielle Bernstein that addressed this very issue. I became a little teary eyed when I recalled that somewhere I had written down the words that I would be finding someone to show me the next step to take along my path. I looked back in my documents that I had saved and there it was.

 This is a sign for me that I am truly walking in the Tao and it is a beautiful journey of discovery.

I enjoy using the word shadow. We hide all that we have repressed inside our shadow self. Our growth takes place behind the scenes and suddenly the new growth will sprout up and shoot forth like the first call of spring.

Before we go further, I would like to let you know that I take inspiration from a diversity of sources; different religions, Buddhism, spiritual leaders alive and dead, all the way the interpretation of my natal chart and even Tarot. I put a variety into my spiritual soup bowl.

In his message, I guess you could say I am ‘more than a Christian.’ I do believe that is going to be the title to my book: MORE THAN A CHRISTIAN.

This has all been a miracle that I have found answers for beginning my stories of transformation that I can share with others.

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STUMBLING OFF THE PATH

I made my own disasters by not listening to my own inner guidance system. I knew what I wanted and didn’t want even in high school and certainly, by college I was old enough to begin asserting my independence in my life decisions. My parents controlled my childhood and I was still obeying their commands outwardly. I did some rebelling that did me no good. I showed my independence by drinking and smoking my first year away from home. College was a chance to assert myself. I had the option of choosing a career path. I wanted to be an artist. I took an art course and felt intimidated by the work of the others in class. I didn’t find anyone in my class to be very friendly. I was insecure within myself. I wandered over to the music department. I had been in music all my life because of my dad and I felt at home with musicians. I dropped out of art and fell back into the tried and true even though it was not my passion.

As a teen I remember sitting at the dinner table with my family listening to them complain night after night about the problems at work. They were both teachers. There was always something negative to discuss and the money was not exactly plentiful either. We were not starving or anything like that we just didn’t have any luxuries in our lives and I wanted the luxurious.

I voiced my opinions and spoke my commitment to my future right then;”I will never be a teacher and I will never marry a teacher.” I figured if I had to I would marry any man no matter how old or ugly as l long as he had lots of money. He could support my art and I would have all the Lanz dresses I wanted plus a swimming pool behind the mansion that had a different room for every activity. 

Now, that may sound like a shallow goal to have for your life, but at least I knew what I didn’t want.

Here is the really sad part and it isn’t because I didn’t find my old rich man it is because I stayed in music and chose the courses that would put me in line for a (you guessed it) teaching credential. I remember telling my folks that at the end of the second semester of college when they were down for a visit.

I expected that would illicit an enthusiastic cry of support from them. They didn’t have anything to say about it. It was silent. I filled the gap with, “well, I figured I’d always have something to fall back on.”

 

Two years later I married (you already know) a teacher.

How do you suppose my life was going to turn out? I had become what I hated most and had given up my chances to become an artist and marry wealth. No dreams and living in a world that was in conflict with my inner self and knowing. 

 

I began teaching. Now I was a teacher married to a teacher. My life became silent except for when I drank too much wine and then I wrote hilarious letters to friends and family with little drawings and doodles to go with the scrawling.

Silence otherwise.

Trapped.

 

Of course, you know that I am no longer a teacher and I am divorced.

Lots of things grew in the shadows over those years. I had more and more things to repress as time went on. I was a good wife and did what I was told. When I tried to assert my desire to step out of our tidy matrimonial pattern I met with a wall of refusal. My anger grew until it exploded and broke dishes and blew the entire marriage apart. I had done violence to myself and hurt another human being a well. It seemed that I was rejecting my husband, but really, I was making up to myself for having rejected my truth.

 

THE MIRACLE RESCUE

I will save this for another day..