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Hi! Welcome to the Joy of Miracles.

To write is to uncover, to unhide, to bring to light, and express what is within. To share is the end of all private thoughts, all shame, all guilt, all pain and separation. Here is all Joy found at last! Writing helps us to repeat, focus, choose, and remember ideas. The purpose of this writing is healing for all of us.

This blog is inspired by "A Course in Miracles"and The Work of Byron Katie. You are invited to share your comments by clicking on the word "comment" at the end of each post. If you scroll way down there's a little info about me and also an archive of past writing you can view by clicking on the title. Thanks so much for visiting...

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Monday, February 27, 2012

raindrops don't stop

what happens is always
the best,
kindest,
thing
that can possibly
be happening

when someone leaves
its kind

water flows

think if your drain was blocked
and it could not go

if you couldn't leave your house

if someone was locked in your house,
locked in your life,
handcuffed to you by guilt

a sick picture

raindrops stuck
in midair

very unnatural

a total fantasy

let the rain fall

ask no one to stop
their path

it's as unnatural as asking
a raindrop to hold itself up
in the sky

they can't do it

and your happiness cannot
depend on it

rain is meant to fall

people are meant
to walk toward you
and away

the dance,
turnaround,
they are there,
turnaround,
they are behind you,
turn around and around and around ...

and enjoy
this note
this beat
this flash!
of light!


what would you teach me?

painting in front of me,
what would you teach me today?

layers
upon
layers

ever changing
nothing static
nothing rigid

changing color, shape, texture

playful
colorful
dance

pink over here,
try this little snippet,
how does it feel to you?

response is not mental

play
just play

no one right way,
infinite possibilities,
continual creation

tension, release
calm , busy
restful, high contrast

moving around,
it all exists at once


where are you focusing?

are you stuck in one place?

it's all in relationship
to "you"

all helpful,
all
part of the painting

nothing serious
pure imagination

the drama is a play
play
play
play
you can remember this anytime


spectate
spectacle
spectacles

seeing
is believing

what are you
beholding?

the deepest part of you

might as well
say hello

meeting ourself
every where

hello hello hello
it all echoes

all things are echoes
of the Voice
for God

thank you, painting

Saturday, February 25, 2012

is it real?

is that an image
in your mind
or is it real?

see the image when you think about someone?
see how distorted it is....?

thoughts are images

are you worshipping images
in place of reality...
what is here right now....gone?

is the image in your mind real
or pure imagination?

is it the past
or the future?
...ie. pure imagination

so you miss
now?
so you miss
you?
ok now
ok now
ok now

wake up!

images are dreams

images are dreams

notice

reality is gifting, gifting, gifting, gifting...

notice
notice
notice

wow!

i need do nothing

notice

interesting
curious

what is ...

this flowing river....

ever changing

coming to me

leaving me

open open open
to receive
to release

flowing through me
river
river
river
of
God....good...blessings....all

reality

Friday, February 24, 2012

give me a sign

give me a sign
she said

and so it is

each face
each eye
each heart
a flash of light
of understanding

open communication
speeding train of light
from one "station" to "another"

within me
to within you

open vessels
tunnel of light

give me sign
is
only
to
look within

open
to the light
within
and see the infinite network
of the One
Universe

flashes of light
everywhere you look

your eye being the opening
the opening
the opening
to allow
light
to enter

to allow light
to travel
outward
and enter
your sister's
open space

timeless
speedless
ever present
beaming

the signs
are every
where

there is no thing
without light

under
standing

support
of you

give me
a sign

signify to me
i am
that i am

flash!

God is
i am

i am
the sign

i am
the sign
i've been waiting for

i am the sign
the world

wants
to see
more than anything ...

more
than
any
thing

show your Self

the sign is here
now
impossible to part

thank you thank you thank you....hymn of praise for my Creator...


Monday, February 20, 2012

lovemaking


God cannot rest in the separate.

can you rest in two pieces?

arms cut off
legs
divided
civil war

resting is attraction
i love you

drawn
pulled
moved towards
is Godness

so the universe
all holding hands
feet
necks, ears
lovemaking
licking
touching

so my thoughts,
held by God,
are gently held,
no outcasting any form of idea

look but with love,
go toward
approach
every thought,
listen
in quiet,
to her screams
and cries
of not enough,
while you hold her close

the tears,
there is no scream
the Loving Mother
doesn't adore

"i want You, Mother"
She hears,
"i want You"

desire
attraction
of God for/to God
Everywhere

re turn me,
turn me around,
point me in the direction
of my Home...

rest

Home is in everyone i see,
Union

God cannot rest in the "separate",
yet even there,
She is

hopeless

where there is no hope left
there
is God

give up all hope of answer
complete surrender
for something something totally new
to come

without motive
without outcome
of any kind
of any form

we simply admit (the truth)
we are totally clueless
about what is going on...
what i am
where i am going
what it is for

completely clueless
hopeless

empty

now there is room
at the inn

i was wrong about everything
(no exceptions...)

reality is not what
i thought (my thinking)

reality bears no relationship
to form,
appearance,
dreams

to have hope for this dream
is to cherish illusion, fantasy
over truth/revelation

"eye" will be still (close itself)
an instant
and look inward,
not out

reality is internal
infinity is internal
space is internal
God is Source

there is no hope
in finding God
outside of You

where there is no hope (left outside)
i must turn in
to God

hopelessness is the turning point,

there is no where else to go
but Higher

thank you
the pit is not bottomless
God lives actually in the very bottom of the pit
under the fall
to catch you

nothing
to fear

amen

Saturday, February 18, 2012

silence

silence is the quiet forest

watching her
in the night

the silence
surrounds us
everywhere we are

notice
the silence
between
her lips

notice how the lips fall away,

as you notice the silence
that holds us

every where

in between all things
silence

isn't that interesting
to hear

suddenly all conflicts
fall away,
as we see the space,
the pauses,
in her voice

perhaps her heart,
too,
holds a space

for you




thank you

thank you for the quiet of this morning

a garden

to watch the flowers bloom

arising
peeping out
from the black mystery
gently tiptoeing
on to this page

placing one toe
and then another
and another
and another

and a stream
flows
across this page

a stream of blossoms
unannounced
unprepared for

just given
a space
a plot of time
holding no other
than
the listener

the sacred listener

Father,
i am listening


and the beautiful
blossom
appears

thank you


the river, she is free

the river
she is free

moving
in all directions at once,
yes, even backwards
in the eddies,
the swirling backwater
holding still

the leaf circling
and circling
and circling,
it seems stuck,
for a while,
yet we know
it's only a matter of time
before the rain pours
the thunder crashes
the storm resumes
to bless
this river

that all may rush forward
and cleanse these little pockets
of decaying matter,
the rocks actually budge
once in a while,
when the stream isn't but a trickle

where tiny little pebbles
are now exposed to the sunlight

the river
she is free

to be all things,
to tumble,
an shake,
and spray high into the air,
and fall,
far far below
creating waves,
and hitting bottom,
in quiet clear pools

the mist in the morning
the frost of winter
the steam in August

washing
washing
washing
us free

the river
she is free

to hurry
or be lazy

but always
a river

she is free



nothing at all

the quiet one
still
present
invisible

attracts like nothing else

everywhere holding space

if you happen to glance at her
time stands still
motion stops

this absence of sound

rest

opens
in
you

the children turn their eyes,
feel the quiet,
settle down

the way
is
quiet

maybe it isn't what you do in this world,
but what you don't

maybe it isn't what you say in this world,
but what you don't

maybe it isn't how you act,
but how you don't

maybe it isn't how you look,
but how you don't

maybe it isn't what you remember,
but how much you forget

maybe it isn't how long you've been doing it,
but how there is no time left,
not one more moment...

maybe it's not about how much you've learned and practiced and educated yourself,
but realizing you know nothing at all...

nothing
at
all

quiet


Friday, February 17, 2012

nothing is out there

no information ever comes to the body

the body's eyes do not see

close your eyes
everyone you know is there
even those long ago dead
cars
trees
everything you have ever seen,
without eyes

plug your ears.
go in a soundproof room,
listen to the music, trains,
thunder, the plunk of a stone in water,
without your ears

mouth closed
no food anywhere,
taste the honey,
chocolate, mint
onions...
feel the mouth water,
the stomach secrete acids,
without any food anywhere

hands closed,
feel the sandpaper
silk
cotton
sharp glass...feel the pain, the adrenaline
see the blood
nothing happening at all to the body

inhale
the lemon,
the broccoli,
perfume,
the sea air
all while dreaming at night,
all while dreaming at day

nothing going on,
it's all remembered,
the brain
acts completely the same
whether "real"
or remembered

it's not doing it either
it
does not know the difference
because there is none


it's all remembered,
coming from somewhere else,
every thing you'll ever experience,
a memory,
a recalling up of a past

not happening now
just imaging
for you to re-view

until you realize
you have no real eyes

to project out
it has to be in,
first,
nothing new,
just concepts
and pictures of concepts

no information ever
comes
to
the body

we couldn't see without eyes
and hear without ears
unless
we don't need them to do it

unless the body isn't needed

mind
sees the body,
not the other way around

mind sees, hears, feels, tastes, smells


we've been fooled
for thousands and thousands of years

our thoughts tell us it's the eyes,
yet every night i close my eyes and see and experience exactly what i experience with eyes open
"body" reacts exactly the same

this means
the whole world
is in my mind

there is no information that comes to me from the world

none

be very still

notice
when you think
you are seeing...

what kind of story am i telling...?

loveliness
or
loneliness?

Mama
or baby?

rest
or
worry?

there is no information that comes to the body

nothing is out there

i "see" only evidence to support/tell my story

what is it i am telling myself now?


tell the truth

all you have to do
is tell the truth

you need no books, no gurus, no computers, no things, not even any other people, safaris, places, not even a future, no technology, no philosophy...

it's all within you
the simplest thing in the world

all you have to do,
all you've ever wanted,
all peace,
is to
tell the truth


only
all
of it

the whole truth
and nothing but the truth,
so help me,
God

now is nothing hidden
to project

all guilt has seen light
and is now golden light of itself

it is but this,

hide nothing

and you are free


the truth will set you free... as you tell it to yourself


hide nothing
and no hatred can be left in your heart

hide no little tiny irritation from yourself
or "the world owes you"

to this crumb
you hold
tightly
for security
and identity

ignore/avoid nothing
or you are blind
to love

hold on to no thing,
no thought

question it all
and it floats down the river

clean at last,
clear
at last

no obstacles
to love


Thursday, February 16, 2012

One

there is but One Who knows the Way
silence
be still
listen

all those other voices calling,
the children in the classroom,
rambunctious,
look at me! look at me!
me first!
he did it first!

ancient tattle taling

the listener is quiet
calm
not scared
by children

she's heard it all before
nothing new

no longer surprised
or convinced
by these babies

they are all just calling for love,
attention,
an answer to their prayer:
love me
reassure me

i hold this tender innocent newborn in my arms,
i see she wants to grow up,
and is
in every moment

enlightenment inevitable
as she hears herself,
self realization

all my voice

she lovingly holds her tiny fingers
and delights at her tiny smile

oh child,
there is no fear you can ever have
that can ever be justified

a question
and its answer
are one

baby calls,
mama answers

One cannot exist
without the other

One

Whole

Holy
Communion

listen...

Monday, February 13, 2012

tears of joy

i do not know
the tears of joy
creation brings

the purity
of no concept
of fear

the absence
of all belief

absence
absence
ab sense....a-sense, without senses
information
of senses...partial,
differences,
coverupping...

without
without
without
any senses--eyes,
skin, ears, tongue....

i'll have nothing
to go on

oh

here

is finally
the jumping off
point...

are you willing
to find out
what is,
what truly is
without any past ideas?

nothing at all
to hold on to

falling through space
without resistance
without stuckness
to anything
any place
any person

no rug under you

no floor you have ever imagined

what if...

you do not fall,
but rise....

are carried,
lifted up?

anti-gravity/serious
is levity/lighthearted

what if there is really a force
that holds you
and lifts your mind,
lights your mind,
lives your mind,
that you have no control over
(ie you are not God/you have been very wrong about reality...)

what if
there is no force at all
that holds you to this earth,
but in fact a force
that continually lifts you above it?

above
above
above

what if
it's not your knees
God wants,
but your heart?

Hearts do fly,
hearts do carry a body
through all circumstances,
know no limits,
love beyond death.

my heart
is yours,

no boundary
of skin
and bones,
or time
or religion

it is the Heart
we dive back into

the Heart that came with us
to this picture of earth
and whispers always,
you can fly
you can fly
you can fly

jump

hold no one
to any limit of any kind

you are looking directly
into your own eyes,


God's eyes,

see
only
God...


here
are
the tears of joy



Saturday, February 11, 2012

what color is not part of the rainbow?

what color is not part of the rainbow?


she watches the little girl
skip along the path
long since completed

oh dear one
do you see
from above
she looks only with love
sees only love

so this innocent beauty
hopscotching along
her dress blowing in the breeze
pigtails flooping,
cane tap tap tapping
as she hobbles
through
hospital halls,
her back now curved as a baseball

the path is long ago
complete

FatherSon
never separate for a moment

everything,
a river,
the blood,
gushing waterfall,
pounding rocks,
smoothing smoothing, even the "hardest" rocks ...flowing,
cars,
trains
of thought
within
each microcosm,
cell,
movement
of the giver

rains
and dries up again

clouds shifting continuously

there is no horror you can imagine
that is ever true

What is FatherSourceParentMover,
is immutable,
Fact

oh sister
lover
brother
offspring of mind
one family
heart
so safe
let us tell no love of ours
a lie,
let us spread no rumor
of any possibility other than
divine substance

fear
war
danger
lay still now,
no more attraction
to this darling pearl

now she watches,
dreams of,
tropical fish,
grace,
beauty,
intense yellow,
blue, purple
silently held
looking back at me
from the aquarium...

all directions,
one,
no roads
in water,
so in God,
just Love

tell me
tell me
tell me
what color
is not
part of the rainbow?

what word that darts
into my particular ear
is not music, rhythm...heart?

i once heard my baby say the word, i don't trust you

all the sounds in my world
hit the cymbals,
the drums,
the crashing crescendo
torpedoed straight to my heart
that so many years later
a silence between beats is now audible

what color
is not
part
of the rainbow?

so i
am you





Thursday, February 9, 2012

visions of sugarplums

"last night"
i dreamed of trees

the most beautiful
alive
trees
i've ever known

indescribable
in love
never ever wanting to leave,
my heart,
these trees and i

in love
does not say it,
words
are so little
for these images and feelings

and then we were leaving

the dream,
the vision,
remains

the love
the oneness
absolutely no boundaries
the people friendly

Christ
in everything,
in every rosy clay brick,
the buildings,
stays with me

can never leave
mind

heart overflows

here is what painters
paint from,
where poems and songs
arise,
teachers call forth from students,

love
passion
oneness
i share now
with you/me

gold,
frankinsense,
myrrh,

trees,

all me

smiling so brightly

can you see the Son
shining
on
the
see?

:-)

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

funny

it is funny

i really always believed i need a man to be happy...

and now
there isn't one

and the truth is
i really love this space

no other body here
no man here
to consider
to diffuse my focus
to interfere
to pay attention to

why is it better?
it truly is
what a gift
this silence
to hear

no static
no chatter
no requests
no quests
no pulls
no pushes

just clear unobstructed space
to receive

reception

wedded bliss

reception
of
God

welcoming

time allotted
silence alloted
nothing else to do

just receive

experience
the second coming

Christ
now
presenting
flowing

just simply coming and coming and coming

i don't raise a finger

wholly without effort
is

the only thing you ever have to do

is stop
everything
you are doing

without distraction
God is

funny...
i always thought i needed
something
else

without a target

the ego needs a target, a specific

it is the concept of form

without it...

nothing to hold on to

topsy turvy

she tries this on

she entertains a new idea...

wow! a whole world opens up

expanding exponentially
all the dead,
the crucified,
come back to live,
to love,
resurrection

of course, its exponential

do you see the flowers blooming
as each unloving thought you have ever had
is shown you
and undone?

for every hurt you've ever felt
a kiss is now experienced

heaven gently opens her petals
to you

all scenery retreats

the heart but gives and gives and gives
and
gives

without
a target




falling apart

falling apart

no ground
to stand on

no evidence

it wants to make a case
to win,
but nothing holds up

it just can't find
a bad guy,
a lack of love,
a sin
to condemn

"frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn"
just doesn't have a place in the script anymore

without a victim
no separation is possible

i've no one to blame


who am i now?


and they all lived happily ever after...

the monster is shrinking,
watching from the corner of the stage,
waiting to be fed
like the temptation to gossip
the old lines just hanging in space,
without a job now

identity
falling apart

falling

no ground to stand on


Tuesday, February 7, 2012

mystery

have you ever wondered about
what you can't see
because
you believe it is not there?

test it

what if you don't do all the things you think you need to to?
what if you don't believe your thinking?
what if you hear everything it tells you as if it is a two year old telling you what to do?
what if you don't need to "get"?
what if you are not a sucker up of resources, but a giver, a surplus gifting the universe?
what if reality is endlessly overflowing, expanding, exuding, increasing?
what if my function is not to work, but to play?
what if the nature of human beings is generosity and cooperation?
what if fear is outmoded/old-fashioned/caveman?

what if the answer to everything you ever thought was yes, was really no?
and the answer to everything you ever thought was no, was yes?
and all the false was true, and the true, false?

what if death is really life?
and what we think of as life is really death?

what if everything we ever believed is backwards?

would you stop for a moment
and
consider?

i shall not want

the thought
"i want...."

kicks up the dust
in the mind

CLOUDS
the air
the space
the vision
of everything

"i want"
boards over
the spring,
i can no longer see,
hear,
feel,
it's flow coming through me

the effortless
fullness,
the laughter,
the sparkle
gone out of my eye

the moment
"i want" kicks up
the dust in my mind

horses stir
to prepare
for this endeavor

hoofbeats,
sweat,
flaring nostrils,
the call of sex,
of animal,
of body

"i want"
blocks
the stillness,
Origin

i forget
the still

become
tantrum
drum
drum
drum...
drumming
my identity

because
as soon as i stop

the silence
is

i shall not want.
yeah, though i walk
through the valley
of the shadow of denial,
i will fear no ego thoughts,
for stillness is what i am


Monday, February 6, 2012

grandmother...

inside
your heart

is the greatest love
you will ever
know

inside
your
heart

grandmother lives
to tell you
of her love

her story of devotion
how delicate your forehead curl
your baby skin
your sparkling eyes

she waits completely
still
in your heart
whenever you are ready
to climb into her lap

dear dear dear child
my cookies are steaming
my arms holding you even while
you dream you are not in them,

love
is
all
there
is

come dear blessed angel
so long asleep
God is your Name
Feel this absence of all toys,
physicality, weight...

the wordless...
grandmother/child
forever one expanding heart
encompassing all
there is

inside
your heart
is the greatest love
you will ever
know


rainbow

have you ever seen a rainbow appear?

we don't see it
until it's there

notice

trust the unseen,
what rainbow, prism of the whole sprectrum,
is there, but not yet seen by our eyes?

a man
came back,
defenseless,
sitting there,
listening,
resting,
so nondemanding

a space
prepared
for whatever

so grateful
for this space
"another" offers

to lay my thoughts
words
feelings
out in this open space

that it might be received
with love
honor
and respect

allowed
to be
wholly
fully
crying
expressing

and the friend
remains kind,
only kind,
in the face
of any thought

redemption

so grateful
nothing i ever think, say or do
can hurt anyone or anything

when met
with kindness

stillness remains forever undisturbed

endless song
of gratitude

rainbow: light shining through the rain


Saturday, February 4, 2012

gift of a blizzard

gift of a blizzard

"alone" on the couch,
looking out the window,
checking the computer...

no one else here,
i imagine
Brooke, Ted, Joann,
images appear,
i light up,
i light myself up,
thankful for the love
i feel
toward these images/symbols
in my mind

the "snow" piled up on the "tree",
are these really two separate "things"?

without a name,
there are no numbers,
no knowing,
no boundaries

i feel happy
when i look,
the light
glistening and bouncing
to "me"

curious
designer
of this fantastic!
fantasy

watch
the parade of images

watch
watch
watch

no one else is here...:-)

shut in with "me",
the universe,
within

Sanity's Prayer, Your Heart's Desire


Sane Mind
(our Father Mind Who art In HeavenPerfectPeace)

re-mind me of You, Sanity
(Thy Kingdom come,
our one Will of Joy be remembered)

when i am tempted
to believe
i am not sane...
i need,
i want,
i should be different,
anything should be different
(lead us not into temptation, fear, believing a thought, imagination, worshipping what isn't)

let us question such insane thinking
(but deliver us from evil)

for Sanity is All That Is
(for Thine is the Kingdom)

lies/wishes/misperception have no power over truth/reality
(and the Power)

nothing feels better than the truth
(and the glory)

lies/beliefs have never been true
(forever)

and so it is
(amen)


receive yourself

space
is without property,
handles,
identification tags

luggage tumbling through space,
underwear flying,
blouses,
high heels...
the suitcase fell open,
a kaleidoscope now,
of shapes, colors, designs
owned by no one now,
back to the universe
where they came from

so "we" tumble
through space

falling, bending, smiling, now frowning,
coming around a corner,
speeding along the freeway,
now pulling slowly into the driveway
or floating on a tropical wave

where will the universe
have me burst open to
next?
cross what path?

"i" remember
"i" am but one beautiful piece
of stained glass
among the infinite

where will the Beauty
shining through me
fall today?

first
on my eyes



i behold
the emerald glow,
the light
within


receive your Self
this day
and
be whole



all beauty
in heaven
and earth
is you


Friday, February 3, 2012

free snow! free reminders!

the snowflakes show us
what's invisible
is there

the unseen air
is now visible

it's always moving,
blowing
filling the space
that seems empty,
between us,
to prove
we are two

but
if the space
is not empty,
but full,
and there is no space,
then there is only one

nothing not touching the whole,
no speck of your body
not being touched,
in connection
with the whole
at all times

thank you, flakes,
that show us,
they do not fall straight to the ground,
there is no vacuum,
no gap,
in God

nothing
ever
leaves

the snow may seem to vanish...
but that is only
through
the eyes of a child...

mama
does not cry for the melting of a snowflake...
she sings for the fertile crop she knows it will bring
in the spring,
the rushing rivers,
the bath water,
and boiling soup...

come, little snowflakes, come
and
we sing
and we sing
and we sing
at this abundance
this fullness
eternal...

a picture of Love...
no price to be paid...
it's all free,
as long as you love it


swirling flakes

flakes swirling
floating
seem to be outside
the window

ideas
float and swirl
millions of them
in this space

one at a time
they come to rest gently
on my hand or nose
and melt
from the warmth

i love this space
to meet the ancient,
the one
who continues to knock
and knock and knock...

lost child,
momma!
momma!
momma!
it's cold out here
it's snowing
help me...

momma,
i need...
i want...
you should...

momma,
can you hear me?
over and over and over
the child cries
until we sit still,
and open the door,
sit her on our lap,
and really listen

tell me everything, child,
'til you have no more to tell

i will hold you through it all
you are safe here
your story can not hurt you any more

i hold you
always

we are held

by Infinite Love

cry your eyes out
feel your feelings
let them live
let them pass through

love
is
forever
home

come, little snowflakes, come

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

student of the rose


without a future
i am so still
i see the roses bloom...
slowly
slowly
slowly unfurl

flowing sculpture recreating continuously
beauty
opening
opening
opening

the inside revealing itself
ever so slowly

i only notice
when i am very still

otherwise,
hurrying along,
mind in the imaginary future,
i miss it
i perceive they are doing nothing at all,
just sitting there day after day after day...
and i want to hurry them along,
rip them open
to find what is kept secret
from my sight
in the future

mind dictates to them
to keep up with my
wildly frantic flailing

how lovely
roses aren't insane

they demonstrate,
remind,
me of the sanity
i am
without a future


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I have been a student of A Course in Miracles since 1986. It has helped me tremendously to be a happier person by helping me change my perception of everything. I have found writing to be very helpful in the process of practicing, experiencing, and living the ideas in the Course. In 2006 I started sharing inspiration from the Course with a friend. Now it is a joy to share it with everyone. In 2009, The Work of Byron Katie found me at a woman's group. The Work is a way to identify and question your stressfuI beliefs. I dove right in and in April 2013 became a Certified Facilitator of The Work of Byron Katie. I work with people privately and offer online classes. Please visit www.joyofthework.com for more information. I also still occasionally lead the 11am Sunday Gathering at the Rocky Mountain Miracles Center in Denver. For more information http://www.miraclescenter.org/

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