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).

Here’s your permission slip to have an amazingly awesome day

“There is something more — it is the unseen essential, and everyone has access to it.” –Bryant McGill

Some people collect wine. Others collect old cars. I collect stories of the unseen, stories that the ancients called miracles.

My hope in sharing some of these stories sent to me by readers is that you will consider them your personal permission slip to find your own spiritual affinity for the unmarked trail that leads to joy and peace.

Here’s one that popped into my email a few moments ago:

“I find myself constantly asking the Universe for fun ways to show me my power to manifest things just for the fun of it. I ask for easy things ~ show me a purple car (I like purple better than “sunset beige”) or license plates with triple numbers or how about a rainbow today. Its just so fun to see how the universe will deliver this fun to me. It’s often not in the usual way I expect it will happen.

“Recently I was thinking that it would be fun to find a penny with my birth year on it to enjoy that experience that I have often read about. Then I thought I should pick something different like a dime because here in Canada pennies have been taken out of circulation and since I’m over 50 those old pennies are just too uncommon and therefore finding that specific penny cannot happen.

“I let that idea go as something that won’t happen for me. Yesterday my husband and I were in our backyard digging up grass to build a stone path. When I lifted a clump of grass my husband looked down and said, “that looks like a penny.”

“Immediately I knew what that penny was about and, as I picked up the dirt-covered coin, I said to him, “If this penny is from your birth year it’s from your angel.”

“He is not really into that sort of thing, but he goes along with it for me sometimes. I wiped off the penny and laughed as I looked at the year of not mine, but my husband’s birth year ~1962!

“There were so many thoughts running through my head and the best message that I was reminded of is that there is nothing that I cannot create and ALL things are possible. All I need to do is simply imagine it and let it go and the universe will take care of the rest. How fun is that!

“Thanks, Pam, and enjoy an amazing day filled with purple cars and shiny pennies.”

Thank YOU, sweet Melissa. And thank you, dear readers. Consider this your very own permission slip.

Pam Grout is the author of 17 books including E-Squared: 9 Do-it-Yourself Energy Experiments that Prove Your Thoughts Create Your Reality and the recently-released sequel, E-Cubed, 9 More Experiments that Prove Mirth, Magic and Merriment is your Full-time Gig.

“Death ends a life, not a relationship.” ― Mitch Albom

“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”
― J.K. Rowling

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Death has a bad reputation. But I agree with J.K. Rowling.

We’re thrilled for our friends when they’re heading to say, Hawaii or the Caribbean. I posit that we can also be happy for our loved ones who are now able to be everywhere at once, who now know ONLY love.

I’m not suggesting it’s easy for those of still here on this limited physical plane to let go. I recently lost my precious step-daughter to H1N1 flu and not having her here to laugh (she had the BEST laugh) and to make her wicked funny jokes (I always thought she’d make a fabulous comedy writer) wouldn’t have been my first choice.

But I happen to know she’s still with us. It’s just that she’s now on a different frequency. And I had a fabulous reminder of this from my new friend, Melissa Murphy.

Her beautiful, beautiful daughter Dannica died in a car accident 18 months ago. We traded a couple emails and I shared my belief that our spirits never die and that I think we can still be in contact.

I also mentioned I believe in a much bigger story and that while our consciousness does indeed create reality, it’s also guided by a bigger, more loving part of ourselves that doesn’t always make sense in this limited time-space reality. Lastly, I told her I’d say a prayer that very night that she’d feel some kind of connection with Dannica.

Here’s what her next email said (and she gave me permission to share):

“Like you, I believe our spirits live on and like a good little human being, I seem to need constant validation of that belief even in the presence of miracles!

“I took these photos this afternoon as I was on my way into town to meet a friend. I pulled over several times to take more. The image just lingered and lingered and lingered for the longest time. To me, the first one looks like an angel with wings and a rainbow where her heart is. As you can see, the rainbow actually turns into a heart!

“I’m generally a very private person, but some things make a human being feel like screaming from the rooftops; love, grief, and miracles are certainly among them. Sharing my thoughts, feelings, and experiences with others is my introverted way of screaming from rooftops. I scream for a while, cry a bit, and scream some more. It feels so good to be screaming, “Dannica’s not dead!!! She’s right here! See?!

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