The whole breath and nothing but the breath

“He who half breathes, half lives.”—Ancient Eastern proverb 0001aaac

So I hear there’s a new bestseller about the power of breathing. Written by James Nestor, it’s called Breath: The New Science of a Lost Art. I’ve ordered it and am looking forward to reading it, but, from what I can tell, it echoes much of the same info as the breathing book I wrote in 1996 when Taz was three.

I called it Jumpstart Your Metabolism, because, among other things, proper breathing (which most of us don’t do) pumps up your metabolism. It was my way of tricking people into paying attention to this uber-important body function that we tend to take for granted.

I initially self-published it. I’ve got a great photo of three-year-old Taz walking “the yellow brick road” she made out of the books wearing her ruby red slippers, the ones she liked to sleep in. Eventually, Simon & Schuster bought it and, far as I know, it’s still out there inspiring people to “take a big, deep breath.”

After re-reading my own book (funny how I have to do that sometimes), I decided to post this excerpt:

“Breathing, quite frankly, is the most underrated activity on the planet.  My own interest in this topic started when somebody gave me a series of motivational tapes by Tony Robbins, the self-help guru whose late-night infomercials are enough to inspire a sea slug. I’d love to tell you I sat down immediately, listened to each and every tape, and suddenly became a genius, but the truth is I didn’t get around to listening to most of them until a few years later.

“While driving home to my mother’s house for the mandatory Thanksgiving turkey, I happened to plug in a cassette in the series that talks about energy: how to get it, how to keep it. Since this was a subject I was miserably lacking in, I decided to pay attention.

“At the time, I had about as much energy as a dead goldfish. I was a single mom of a then one-year-old. Need I say more? Between diapers, fevers, and rent payments that seemed to be due every five minutes, energy was not a word in my vocabulary. It was obviously Tony’s favorite word.

“Even his voice was infectious. I almost stopped the car and did a polka. He talked about energy and how the best way to get it was to breathe. Since I was presumably already breathing, I didn’t think it’d be too much trouble to breathe a little more.

So I did.

Now you’ve got to understand something about me. This cassette was the 17th in the series and so far, I hadn’t followed through on any of them.

But breathing was so simple, so undemanding.


Another favorite photo of my angel.

Maybe I’d even follow through on his suggested 21-day breathing program. If he’d asked me to swear off chocolate or run up ten flights of stairs, that would have been a different story. But all he wanted in return for all this boundless energy was ten deep breaths three times a day. I could fit that in between meals.

Besides, what did I have to lose? I didn’t have to buy anything or go anywhere or even stick with it longer than the average lunar cycle.

Well, to make a long story short, I followed through with the breathing—all 21 days. And guess what?

Tony was right. I felt as if somebody finally flipped the switch. I actually had energy for the time since Taz was born. She had to be wondering what in the heck was going on. Her draggy mommy had suddenly turned into Jim Carrey. Once, I’m pretty sure I even saw her wanting to stick her finger down her throat, roll her eyes, and say, “Chill, mom.” But luckily this was before she could speak.”

The book goes on to explain how nine out of ten of us are wimpy breathers and it gives breathing cocktails (I have always eschewed the word exercises) to overcome this deficiency. After mentioning my new interest in my old book, a member of one of my posses mentioned she had once laminated a couple of the exercises and kept them by her bed.

I’m not sure why it surprises me so much when I hear people actually “listen” to what I write.

Anyway, my friends, as I say in the end of that book, “May the breath be with you…..with all its accompanying peace, passion and prosperity.”

And, as always, have the best weekend of your life.

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).

Fall in love with the world you can’t even see yet

“Perceptual bias affects nut jobs and scientists alike.”—Martha Beck12 dance

India won its freedom from British colonial rule in 1947. Mahatma Gandhi, who led the nonviolent battle, used to say, “India will be independent as soon as its people can see it in their own minds.”

In other words, they had to focus not on what they saw, but on what they wanted to see.

As long as we feel beholden to outside circumstances, put stock in the world as it appears to be, we are stuck in small emotions, small visions.

The world is changing at warp speed. We’re in the midst of the biggest planetary evolution of our time. Those of us who know that an invisible energy realm (what I often call the field of infinite potentiality or the F.P.) governs the material realm are the pioneers who must call forth the new world. A world where everybody belongs, a world where everybody is fed and nurtured and loved.

I realize it doesn’t exactly look like that now, but we–with our thoughts, emotions and consciousness—are being called to play the starring role in the new world that’s being born.

It’s up to us to tap into the world’s natural abundance and joy. It’s up to us to change the story from lack and scarcity to plentitude, from transaction to trust, from fear to love, from separateness to unity. Love and possibilities are everywhere around us except where we suppress it with limited perception.

Everything we need is already here but we must fine-tune our seeing. We must bring forth that which we can’t see yet with our eyes.

Who’s game to join me in this new vision, from problem state to possibility state? Let’s fall in love, let’s be dazzled with the world we’re calling forth. #222 Forever!

And for those who are interested, here are a couple recent podcast interviews.

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).

Money? Who needs money?

“I cannot afford to waste my time making money.”–Jean Louis Rodolphe Agassiz

Creativity TEST

Taz made this cool meme from a creativity test in the book.

I’m speaking tomorrow at Marc Allen’s Summer Writing Workshop.  To prepare, I re-read my 2017 book, Art & Soul, Reloaded. It was Taz’s favorite of my 20 books and, in fact, I dedicated it to: “Taz, the most creative person I know.”

One of the sections details the many myths about being a writer, the first of which seemed like a fitting excerpt for a rainy Monday morning. Enjoy!

I am forever grateful I never ran across the famous French novel Scènes de la vie de Bohème by Henri Murger.

I’d have probably loved the novel that was wildly popular in the mid-19th century. Revolving around a group of impoverished artists who lived in the bohemian quarter of Paris, this bestseller spawned Giacomo Puccini’s 1895 opera La Bohème and is widely credited as being the catalyst for the now-household term starving artist. Like Rocky and Bullwinkle, pancakes and syrup, the words starving and artist have been joined at the hip ever since. How many posters have you seen for starving artist shows or starving artist sales?

But it’s an exceedingly dangerous belief for any artist to subscribe. And it’s the first of our list to meet the chopping block. Using these words, even as a joke, perpetuates an energy field that does none of us any good. It cements an antiquated belief that (a) you can’t make art without money (so untrue, it’s preposterous), and (b) if you’re an artist, you’ll always be broke.

Luckily for me, I didn’t buy either maxim.

I was naïve enough to believe I could make a living as a writer. Without a trust fund. Without a bunch of savings in the bank. Without really anything but my own fool imagination.

You might have noticed my last name is not Rockefeller. Not only did I grow up with a glaring lack of silver spoons, but my father was a poorly paid Methodist minister in a tiny town in Kansas.

It was very clear to me that if I was going to reach my dream of being an author, of inspiring the masses with my words, I would have to rely on a different kind of capital. I would have to amass creative capital.

This unique retirement plan has been my saving grace, especially since I didn’t fare exceptionally well in the ranks of corporate America. Even after securing a college degree, my one concession to the normal paradigm, I bristled at thoughts of a “real job.” Even a semicorporate job (a theme park that, at the time, was owned by Lamar Hunt, the guy who owned the Kansas City Chiefs) frowned on my choice of footwear and my “let’s throw it out there and see what happens” attitude.

I’ve never felt the need for surveys, market research, and prescribed plans that, sure, might work for someone, but offer no guarantees for me. I prefer traipsing to the well of the unknown, the river of infinite potentiality, the field of the brand-new.

That’s not to say I always believed in myself. That would be like saying van Gogh didn’t suffer mental illness.

But between bouts of lying in bed and staring at my ceiling fan, I found the wherewithal to believe I could create work that someone might enjoy. Between thoughts of unworthiness and self-pity, I believed I could devise creative capital with nothing but a good idea.

I was able to self-publish not one, but two books. I put them out there even though I was a single mom with a three-year-old (for the first one) and a seven-year-old (during the production of the second one).

It’s one thing to call myself a freelance writer when it was just me, sharing homes with friends, trotting around the globe. But when I became a parent, it was expected I would settle down, be realistic, get a real job.

I am very grateful I didn’t listen to the conventional paradigm.

Because here’s the thing. You don’t need money to be an artist. You need but one thing. Persistence to keep getting up off the floor where you sometimes lie (or at least I did) with your face pressed against the cold concrete, moaning, “What was I thinking?” You just keep getting up and taking the next step.

When you have no budget, you’re forced to get creative. You have to find new and interesting ways to get things done. Like collaborating with others, like trading services.

Money offers a leg up, but it’s far from imperative. #222 Forever

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).

This could be the best day of your life

“Miracles happen all the time. People just fail to notice them.”–Lorna Byrne 00001aaa

Happy Friday, miracle investigators. I trust you’re still enjoying daily miracles.

Thought I’d pop by today with this excerpt from my book, Thank & Grow Rich: a 30-Day Experiment in Shameless Gratitude and Unabashed Joy.

Needless to say, it means even more to me now. Enjoy!

Lorna Byrne’s family thought something was wrong with her. She stared at walls, played with imaginary friends, acted “different” than the other kids. By the time she was 14, she was pulled out of school. She was diagnosed dyslexic, so her dirt-poor Irish family saw no reason to continue buying schoolbooks and clothes for their “retarded” daughter.

As it turns out, Lorna Byrne was actually a lot “smarter” than the rest of us. She sees things the rest of us miss. Miraculous things, beautiful things.

It wasn’t walls she was staring it. She was listening to angels, who forbade her from revealing their presence. Not yet, they said.

Her parents, the angels clearly instructed, would commit her to an institution if she told them. The angels had other plans for her life.

To this day, she sees these beings as clearly as we see our children texting their classmates on cell phones. “They are my teachers and friends,” she says.

One of her many “imaginary friends” was her brother Christopher, who had died before Lorna was even born. It wasn’t until she was 15 that she found out that the rest of her family, caught up in the limited physical plane, believed Christopher had left the planet when he was 10 weeks old. Their strict adherence to conventional reality precluded their seeing Christopher, the angels, and many things that, to Lorna, are an everyday occurrence.

Lorna sees spirals of light, sparkly colors, and waves of energy that the rest of us miss because we’ve been trained to block out all “atypical” information. She often sees dark energy, for example, in people experiencing illness in their bodies.

Her angels led her to interact with nature, taught her how to see. She grew to love and trust these angelic beings, who often asked her to open her hands to find holograms of stars or flowers made of light. They’d shine and expand from her hand as far as she could see.

Lorna, who grew up Catholic, uses the terminology angels to describe the magical entities she interacts with on a daily basis. It jibes with her religious beliefs, and it’s a useful word that most people can identify with. Angels— we’ve all heard of those.

Everything these magical beings ever told her came true.

Once when she was playing with a childhood friend, she could hear her friend’s father, who was far away at the auto body shop where he worked, calling for help. They ran to the shop and found him unconscious and bloody, under a car that had toppled on top of him.

Another time, she saw two young bike riders get hit by a bus. She saw them continue to ride, peacefully and without a care, on up to heaven even though ambulances and paramedics were scrambling around the leftover bodies.

When she was 10, one of her angels pulled down a big screen in the middle of the river. A vision appeared on the screen of a tall, handsome red-headed boy.

“Remember him,” they said. “You will meet him in a few years, and you are going to marry him, have children. You will be very happy.”

The angel also told her God would take him back to heaven when he was still young. Not the kind of thing you want to hear about your future spouse, but Lorna had long ago learned to believe everything they told her.

When she was 16, Joe, the guy in the vision, walked into her father’s shop and applied for a job. And sure enough, the two began dating, eventually fell in love, and got married, just as the angels predicted.

They were also right about Joe’s health. After marrying in 1975 and having four children, Joe began suffering poor health and died in 2000. Their youngest child was only five.

After Joe’s death, at the angels’ prompting, Lorna went public. Her angels had always told her she would eventually write books. She just laughed. But she’d also learned to heed their instructions.

At last count, this diminutive, soft-spoken, uneducated Irishwoman has written four books.

She has gone on to appear on BBC, in The Economist, and at gatherings all over the world. I met her in London at a Hay House conference.

Even though I write about miracles and magic, I tend to scratch my head when people claim to hang out 24/7 with angels. But Lorna is the real deal.

She is one of the humblest, most unassuming women I have ever met.

I tell you Lorna’s story, not to convince you to seek out an angel reading, but so you’ll start to unravel your own strict beliefs about what is and isn’t possible.

Lorna says all babies see angels and spirit, but about the time they speak their first words, they start to “learn” what’s “real” and what’s not. It is only when we begin conforming to the strict paradigms of our culture that we lose touch with this magical world that surrounds us. #222 Forever!!

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).

From “What is” to “What if?”

“Magic is becoming the new norm.”—Bentinho Massaro

This incredibly gorgeous illustration was sent to me by your fellow Miracle Investigator, Pelonne. I love it SO MUCH!

At the Omega Institute where I was scheduled to present this week, there are always several workshops going on.

I’ve been there when Marianne Williamson was teaching, Paul Selig and even Eckhart Tolle. It’s pretty tony company.

Everybody eats in the same dining room and people from the other workshops would often quizzically approach our group and ask, “What are you guys doing in there? What ARE you smoking?” They could feel our joyful, gleeful vibe. It was palpable.

That’s what all of us have been doing this week. Creating a resonant field of excitement and energy. From the many comments on the blog, it appears that our team of miracle P.I’s has successfully contributed to the upliftment of planetary consciousness. That sounds all woo-woo, I suppose, but it’s no small thing. To me, it’s one of the best ways to serve mankind.

I like to think of myself as a computer programmer (even though I don’t know the first thing about coding) who goes in and changes the code on this three-dimensional video game called life. Most of us were programmed to believe in lack and limitation, to believe that miracles are impossible or at least not everyday occurrences.

By changing the code (which is what we’ve done this week), we discover a more magical way of existing in the world. Instead of looking at “what is” we open ourselves to a resonant field of glorious possibilities, we start asking “What if?”

I trust all of you will continue on in your consciousness-changing work as miracle spotters. The more we call out miracles, the more normal, natural and easy they become. Which creates even more miracles. The toggle switch in our field of awareness has been changed to a whole new setting.

So today, in conclusion of this online mini-workshop, I’d like to share a couple thoughts on how to keep the high frequency going. Just remember:

1. Miracles are natural. The Course says if we’re not experiencing them on the daily, something has gone wrong.

2. A miracle can be accessed at any time. It doesn’t take seven or nine or whatever steps. The Course calls this toggle switch the holy instant. It can happen that quickly.

I got an amazing email last week from a woman who attended a workshop I once gave in Austin. Because she walked in late, she had no time to get into her “story.” Right away, it was her turn to share, and before the old familiar “poor me” narrative could fall into place, a completely different thought popped into her head. “My entire life has been a miracle.” Before that holy instant, she had always focused on her struggles. She grew up poor, her parents died when she was young, she got into drugs, yada yada.

But because she had no time to call up her normal script, this other story came pouring out. She described one miracle after another. And the most amazing thing, she said, is it felt more REAL and more TRUE than any other story she’d ever told.

Since that time (and this is my favorite part), the old story never returned.  The switch became permanent. She now sees miracles instead of sadness, accomplishments instead of struggle.

This switch in attention can be made that fast. It can be made at any moment you decide to switch it.

3. Help is available 24/7. The Course asks us to relinquish all that clutters up our minds. Anytime we get off track, we’re encouraged to simply ask for help from what the Course calls the Holy Spirit. In my new book, I compare this always-available resource to the character Hobson, the hilarious butler who took care of Dudley Moore in the 1981 movie, Arthur. Hobson loved his irresponsible charge with an open heart, no matter what ridiculous, immature thing he did. All Arthur had to do was ring a little silver bell.

So whenever I notice my mind settling into problem state or forgetting to be grateful or worrying about anything at all, I just stop, think of Hobson and ring the silver bell.

Thank you all SO MUCH for joining the Miracle P.I. team. Don’t forget to leave today’s miracle in the comments section below. And remember none of our lives will ever be the same.

With so much gratitude, Signing off from Lincoln Street. 222 Forever!!!

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).

Throw out the quantum confetti! It’s a non-stop miracle celebration!

“The only obstacle is believing there’s an obstacle.”—Rupert Spira 00001v

Someone asked yesterday, “So what exactly is a miracle?”

To me it’s the restoration of what’s really true.

So when someone opens a drawer and finds money (even though it wasn’t there the last 42 times she opened it), it restores the truth that abundance is our divine nature. We can’t NOT be taken care of.

When estranged brothers decide to get together for the first time in five years, it restores the truth of what I call the biggest secret in the world. That “we all really love each other.”

When someone stumbles into a fairy garden or their own personal jungle (complete with darting hummingbirds and trapeze-performing squirrels) or has three parrots land on their deck, it restores to our awareness the incomparable beauty constantly being bestowed by nature.

When someone is gifted with a microphone, the very thing she needed to start her new podcast, from a friend she just met, it restores the truth that we are constantly being sourced and guided by a beneficent, invisible force.

All these stories, by the way, were reported right here in this very miracle party. They are just a few of hundreds. In fact, I woke up again today to find Day 2 with 222 miracles. Again, restoration of truth that I will never be separated from my brilliant daughter Taz who is now sound, light and color, free from the box.

The only thing that ever gets in the way of us enjoying miracles is believing, as Rupert Spira suggests, that there’s an obstacle.  The cool thing is, even when we’re not privy to all the miracles happening around us, they’re still happening, patiently waiting for us to notice, patiently twiddling their thumbs until we finally look around and say “Wow!”

Today’s party game is to go outside, lay down a blanket and gaze up at the stars, feel your connection with a bigger reality. For kicks, I often look at the Astronomy Picture of the Day reminding me there’s so much more than I’ll ever know.

Lastly, remember to leave today’s miracle (again, this is a daily, even minute-by-minute reality) in the comments section below.

Thank you so much for playing along. I love you guys to the Comet Neowise (today’s Astronomy photo) and back!!!

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).



All Heaven Will Break Loose, the Virtual Edition

“We are not merely anticipating a new world, we are participating in the new world by the vibration we are carrying. We are the thing. We are the frequency.”—Dr. Michael Beckwith 00001ag

So I’d like to start today’s post with my miracle. And it involves every one of you.

Your incredible stories, your 222 sightings (way to go, Taz!), your neon rainbows and healed relationships and new poems and spiders spinning magic have rocked my world. I trust your world is reeling, as well.

What we’re doing here (turning our cheeks away from doom and gloom and turning them towards miracles) is no small thing.

Every time one of us receives an unexpected financial boost or an estranged friend gets back in touch, we contribute to the healing of planetary consciousness.

Spending time documenting miracles plants important seeds:

Maybe there IS a better way.

Maybe there IS an invisible force that longs to orchestrate miracles on our behalf.

Maybe we ARE entitled to SO MUCH MORE than what we’ve settled for.

We don’t know where these seeds might bloom. What big thing they might affect. What we DO KNOW is that our every thought affects consciousness.

I heard a wonderful story from Charles Eisenstein that speaks to this. He asked participants at a workshop to name the person who had done the most for South Africa. Universally, we all agreed. Has to be Nelson Mandela.

But Charles went on to pose this question. “What if the person who created the most change in South Africa was Mandela’s grandmother who, because she loved him unconditionally, gave him the strength to do the great healing in South Africa?”

The point is we can’t know how our decisions and little actions and miracle-spotting might play out in the world. We just know what we’re doing is important.

I’m so proud of the miracle team we’re forming here that has folks from well, South Africa and Argentina and Antigua (that teammate’s miracle was a rainstorm that corrected a long drought) and Scotland and many, many other places. We are hurling love and gratitude and miracle-mindedness all across the globe.

Today’s party game is simple. Turn off the news. Just for 24 hours. As Michael Beckwith says, “If you’re watching the news more than you’re praying (or, in our case, looking for miracles), you’re in trouble. As I’ve often said here on the blog, “watching too much news is like pinning a ‘please kick me’ sign to your back.”

I must continually vaccinate myself from fear. There are already enough people out there worrying about the future, creating worse-case scenarios.

I believe we miracle workers are the antidote.

For those who haven’t yet dipped their toe, I encourage you to read through some of the miracles posted in the last two day’s comment sections.

And, as always, please leave today’s miracle (remember we get new ones EVERY SINGLE DAY!) below.

You never know how your miracle could be the one to tip the cosmic scales.

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).

Welcome to the miracle party!

“Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”—Lewis Carroll


Wow! Wow! Wow! I had no idea that this many people would jump on board.

We’ve got miracle investigators from literally all over the world—New Zealand, Paris, Finland, Australia, to name just a few that identified themselves in the comments section.

What we’re doing this week is creating a resonant field of miracles. We’re tapping into that part of us that’s greater than what we see happening out there in the world. More than a seeking, it’s a recognition.

Living in miracles is to demonstrate what’s actually true. It’s what’s available to us when we give up our addiction to our old story. What we’re doing is planting seeds so that everyone can recognize the new story, the true story.

Today, is a new incarnation, a new chance to enjoy a better version of reality. Staying attached and stuck in the dominant paradigm of scarcity, limits and fear is counter to our own design.

Light is in us now. Why in the heck should we wait?

My big whopping miracle (I had many) was waking up to find an angel Taz once hung from her ceiling lying beside my bed. I also noticed, when I fired up my computer, there were exactly 222 messages here on the blog. It has surpassed that number now, but for me, who lives for signs from Taz, these miracles couldn’t be more perfect.

Today’s party game is to bring curiosity into everything you do. Whatever’s in front of you, whatever happens to be presented to you, ask to see it differently, ask to see it through the lens of illustrious possibility.

And remember to please report your daily miracle (the one you HEREBY EXPECT TO HAVE EVERY DAY) in the comments section below.

But mostly, remember to MAKE. THIS. FUN.

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).

Now recruiting: miracle private investigators

“Hard times require furious dancing.”—Alice Walker 00001u

This week, I was scheduled to give a weeklong Course in Miracles workshop at the Omega Institute in Rhinebeck, New York.

Called “All Heaven Will Break Loose,” the workshop was billed as a week “to switch off our thinking caps, cut up our vision boards and rest in the sweet, sweet experience of loving, creating, and being who we really are.”

The main idea was to generate a field of glorious possibility.

Since it got cancelled, I’d like to offer a free weeklong mini workshop right here on the blog.

I’ll show up every day with “assignments.” On second thought, let’s call them opportunities. Opportunities to find a story much deeper than the one we normally perceive. The Course calls this change of perception a miracle.

Yesterday, while zooming with one of my possibility posses, Bonita brought up a party game (that’s what I call exercises) that she’s playing right now. It’s called Find the Miracle. Every day, instead of simply noting three amazingly awesome things that happened (the gratitude program offered in my A.A. 2.0 program), she is actively looking for miracles.

What’s the difference, someone asked?

A miracle happens when we change our perception. Something we thought impossible becomes “well, duh!,” becomes our new, natural way of looking at life. The old life tells us today’s going to be just like yesterday. It says we have to follow all these steps and work really hard and hope, just hope that the other shoe is not going to drop.

Once we withdraw those projections, we find, to quote the Course, “a beauty that will enchant and never cease to cause wonderment at its perfection.”

So who’s in? Who wants to join my miracle private investigation team? All it takes is deciding right here, right now that you’re going to open up to the possibility that miracles are as normal as the rising sun. It’s a simple matter of what we expect.

If you’re down to play the miracle party game, simply commit to turning your attention away from what “appears to be.”

Instead, make the intention, have the expectation that you will be presented with at least one miracle (a big whopping miracle) every single day this week.

You’re invited to report your daily miracle in the comment section below. There will be a new post each day this week with the opportunity to share your miracles.

I’ll be reporting my miracles each day and I hope you’ll join me right here each day.

Let’s do this!!!!

Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).

Be the pilot light

“Storytelling is the most powerful way to put new ideas into the world.”—Robert McKee00001ai

It’s a hot Thursday afternoon here in Lawrence, Kansas so I decided to sit down at my trusty computer and send out a couple stories, all of which inspired me. Hope they bring cheer to you, as well.

1. First story is about Helen Schucman, one of two scribes of the Course in Miracles. In 1965, when she unexpectedly joined Bill Thetford in the idea that “there has GOT to be a better way,” she noticed a psychic switch within her flipping on. For example, when Bill was traveling in the Virgin Islands, she sent him a mental message to bring her back a Florentine gold pin, which he actually did.

Another time, when they traveled to the Mayo Clinic, she saw a clear mental image of a nearby Lutheran Church. She even asked the taxi driver to drive around Rochester trying to locate it–to no avail. Soon thereafter, Bill found a picture of the very Lutheran Church she’d seen that had ironically been torn down to build the Mayo Clinic.

She’d get messages that say, a friend was thinking of suicide. She’d stop in the middle of working on a research paper and instruct Bill, “Quick! We must send (the friend) a message that the answer is life, not death.” And sure enough that friend had been depressed and had picked up a gun.

Another time, at an airport, she felt “waves of misery” from a woman named Charlotte who was terrified of flying. She and Bill ended up sitting with her on the plane, even holding her hand.

The point is, when you finally tire of the sad, lonely story dispensed by the world and sincerely ask for the “other way,” a power switch opens up within you. A power switch you can use to help the world.

2. Congressman John Lewis calls it a pilot light. This beautiful man has been involved in the Black Lives Matter movement (although differently named) since he was 23. He’s now 80 and, even though his skull was fractured during the Selma to Montgomery March, even though he has seen eight decades of racial injustice, he still believes in the reality of Martin Luther King’s beloved community.

In an interview with Krista Tippett, he said he still holds “this sense of faith that what you’re moving toward is already done. If you visualize it, if you can have faith that it’s there, it is already there.”

He said that weeks of training in non-violence enable him to see the spark of the divine in every human being, even those who beat him. He called it one of the highest forms of love.

“You can beat me, arrest me, take me to jail, but in spite of that I’m going to still love you. It’s a very demanding notion,” he admitted, “Not just having faith in yourself or faith in your movement, but faith in your enemies. In spite of the darkness of the hour, you have to believe, and you can never, ever give up on any possibility.

“If you’re a pilot light, you’re going to be around. If you’re a firecracker, you just go off. You’re here one moment, and gone in the next moment.

He called it revolutionary love, a fundamental shift inside our souls. It’s the “other way” advocated by A Course in Miracles.

3. The last story comes from a big-hearted reader named Naren Desai. He is currently coordinating a growing collection of photographers who not only share beauty with the world, but donate half of all proceeds to support charity. Hope you will consider supporting his Pictures for Progress that recently entered into a partnership with Trader Joe’s.

Here’s what he sent to my inbox:

“I am also starting a new Covid-19 “Spread the Love” campaign that has roots in some of the things I learned from you. In short, randomly handing out images to neighbors reminding them of the beauty in the world. Just wanted to say thank you and let you know you are thanked nightly in my gratitude sessions with the universe or FP.”


Maybe that’s why so many cool 222 stories keep coming my way. I just learned Adam Levine has a 222 tattoo and the below song (which makes me cry) was produced by his 222 Records.

So those are my stories for today, kids. Have a great evening, a great weekend and keep being the pilot light.


Pam Grout is the author of 20 books including E-Squared, E-Cubed, Thank & Grow Rich and her latest book, The Course in Miracles Experiment: A Starter Kit for Rewiring Your Mind (And Therefore Your World).