miracles – Pam Grout

To behold perfection

November 12, 2025 17 Comments

“This day will be of my making, either perfect or imperfect, good or bad. I have the power to build the day or rend the day.”—Walter Russell

Don’t you just love it when the universe sends gifts and signs, gives guidance that is so clear you can’t miss it?

Or rather I should say, I love it when my antenna is up, my channels are clear and I’m able to notice gifts and signs and miracles, because I believe they are always there, always available.

The question is “Am I paying attention?”

I’ve been closely observing my energy field, my frequency. I’m noticing how certain thoughts can contaminate my consciousness.

Resistance of any kind, even believing that certain tasks are distasteful, clogs up the universal electrical current.

As Walter Russell says, anything you don’t do with love promotes destructive toxins within your body and your energy field.

I mention Walter Russell because a friend, who I recently met at a weekend satsang in the Ozarks, sent me a book about Russell’s life. Let’s just say he was a spiritual genius.

For starters, he was an accomplished painter, sculptor, architect, composer and author. He knew Mark Twain, both Roosevelts, European heads of state and, unbeknownst to me, I’ve seen buildings he designed and sculptures he created, especially impressive since he didn’t take up sculpting until he was in his 50’s. And he never made it past the 6th grade.

But the real reason I’m singing his praises is because he knew that his talent was available to every single person. He accomplished great feats, not because he was so special, but because he was plugged into what he called the universal supply. He also often called it God.

As I’ve said, it doesn’t matter what we call it. It only matters that we call it forth.

All it takes, he claimed, was desire and the willingness to listen to “Nature’s mighty whisperings.”

It completely takes the onus off of us trying to be perfect. Instead, our only responsibility is to trust in the always-available energy of the universal Creative Force. And to make sure we’re paying attention.

I will close this post with another gift from my friend at the Satsang Garage—this song that obliterates all resistance.

#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)

How to build a new world

July 21, 2025 31 Comments

“Ask yourself how you can transform this very moment into something radiant and radical and spectacular.”—Elizabeth Gilbert

I often share “You are never gonna believe this” stories here on the blog. And while an eerily spectacular tale recently dropped into my inbox (it involved a completely empty cabinet that suddenly filled with necessary medical supplies), I’ve been thinking more about the gazillion little miracles I walk by every day.

For the past week, I’ve been hosting some of the folks I met in South Africa. Lucien and Theolene are currently attending I.Y.O.U. (International Youth of Unity) at Unity Village, but last week, we did a lot of things that I’ve been known to take for granted—going to a movie theater (neither had ever been), for example, or eating foods from other countries. We even stopped by the local “Make Good Trouble” protest in honor of John Lewis.

They loved EVERYTHING! They were excited by EVERYTHING! They even requested their picture taken with a big yellow school bus.

Maybe more important than making an impact, I should make sure I myself am impacted, that I myself notice and get excited by the countless treasures that exist in every moment.

Sure, things can look scary from one viewpoint, but it’s a mistake to tether myself to that position only, to disregard all the everyday lusciousness, like the hibiscus showing off in my front yard right now or the curly-haired three-year-old who danced her way up to the stage at yesterday’s quilt auction.

Like so many people, I’ve been deeply inspired by Andrea Gibson, the poet who passed last week from ovarian cancer. She said in one of her poems, “Dying is the opposite of leaving” and that, after death, she’d be “more here than ever before.” That certainly rings true-her poems are everywhere now.

She knew to fall in love with tiny things (“every falling leaf is a tiny kite with a string too small to see”) and, after her cancer diagnosis, every single experience became radiant and filled with light.

As Byron Katie once explained to Elizabeth Gilbert (I just read about this in her weekly “Letters from Love”), all she saw when she looked at her was pouring beams of light. Liz pointed out that Katie also saw those same beams of light emanating from the ketchup bottles.

But you get the idea. We see what we decide to see. We create our world with our attention.

So, yes, I will continue to celebrate big, juicy, “impossible” miracles. But I will also celebrate the small and seemingly insignificant. In other words, I intend to fall in love with everything I see.

#222 Forever!

I Got You, Babe!

May 28, 2025 50 Comments

“Act as if the universe is a prodigious miracle created for your amusement and illumination.”–Rob Brezsney

In the movie, Groundhog Day, Bill Murray wakes up every morning to Cher belting out the lyrics of the popular 1965 hit, “I Got You, Babe.”

For much of the movie, the self-centered weatherman resists and cusses and hates the time loop he finds himself in.

Finally, he decides to try a different perspective, to open himself to the idea that maybe there’s something else at play. Maybe he’s not the axis around which the world revolves.

Nothing else changes—the same song, the same deejays, the same weather report wake him up each morning. But once he puts down his dukes and begins connecting to something outside himself, he notices everything is different—more alive, more loving.

When he decides to trust in the intelligence outside of himself, when he decides to stop fighting, drop his defenses, “put his little hand in mine….” as Cher sings, life shifts.

So I’d like to pose a little experiment. Here’s the hypothesis, “There is a peaceful, loving intelligence that’s way stronger than any judgment, doubt, anxiety I might feel. And trusting that is all I need do.”

Anxiety and all its insolent cousins arises in the left hemisphere of the brain, the part that calculates, measures, judges. According to British neuroscientist, Iain McGilchrist, the left brain doesn’t know what it’s talking about. It literally makes up stuff. It gives us fake directions for coping with life. Because our society is so left-brain oriented, we all turn to thinking (that scared, calculating left side of brain) to address our daily lives.

The left side comes in handy, but it also causes us to miss the magical reality in which we live. So to test the above hypothesis, I suggest making the decision each morning to trust that, behind the scenes, everything is being orchestrated by a power much greater than ourselves.

Think of those dot-to-dot puzzles we used to do as kids. When you begin, you have no idea what the picture is going to be. It could be an elephant or a lamp or Snoopy, for all you know. Your only instruction is to move to the next dot. One dot at a time.

You don’t have to figure out the whole picture. Or worry about where to go. You just trust that moving to the next dot is your only job.

And that’s enough.

So today and maybe for the next five days, choose to trust. Don’t figure your day out. Or think you have to plan everything. Just trust. The truth that surpasses all things will cheer and sing, “I Got You, Babe.”

#222 Forever!

Ridiculously blessed

February 7, 2025 46 Comments

“Chasing the light doesn’t necessarily look good on paper.”—Heidi Hook

Many years ago, I created an iPhone app called “Planet Goodwill: 365 Ways to Share the Love.” For each day of the year, it suggested a simple (very simple) act of random kindness that anybody could do anywhere.

It included leaving a cupcake for your mailman or taking a flower to your favorite barista. When I say I created it, I came up with the idea, wrote the copy and secured the photos that popped up to announce each day’s fun new act of generosity.

The technical part of the app was handled by a company in California that soon went under and the app disappeared, although I still have its beautiful icon on my phone.

And I still hang on to the intention of spreading a little bit of light each day whether it’s a simple “thinking of you” text or a secret love note left on a stranger’s car windshield or — as I’m choosing to do today –a blog post that celebrates the ridiculously beautiful things that keep landing in my inbox. Like the video of the crow helping a hedgehog across the street or the note of synchronicity from a reader whose bill for 22 things at Costco came to exactly $222 at :22 after the hour.

I especially got a kick out of this story of synchronicity, shared with me by John Milton Branton at JMB Films:

“Dear Pam

I’m driving my sons to school when I notice a mini-trampoline that someone has placed beside the road. I decide I’ll come back and scope it out later, which I do.

I park a few houses away and notice, directly across from where I’ve parked, a little free library. Now I’ve driven down this street many times, probably daily for the last month, and I never saw this take-one/leave-one library before.

I’m going through the books and I see this E-Cubed title, decide it’s some kind of math book – ugh – and pass over it. Nothing interests me, but as I’m about to leave E-Cubed falls off the shelf and I catch it. Okay, so maybe it leaped into my hands. I see it’s not a math book and, well, it’s calling “take me home, take me home.” Which I do.

Part 2. I have a lot of books and a lot of rewriting to do so E-Cubed ends up on a table beside my desk for a day or two. As I’m not reading anything for pleasure at the moment, I pick it up and start browsing. Pretty soon, I’m reading huge chunks of it at a time. It’s definitely got my attention.

Part 3. I read the part about the butterfly experiment from E-Squared. And I think, well I’ll give that a try. And I’m thinking, it’s January in Vancouver and there’s snow in the forecast so “there ain’t gonna be no butterflies. “Bring it on, Universe,” I say anyway. “Show yourself.”

Part 4. My son and I make a trip to Urgent Care because we both have coughs that aren’t going away. His blood work comes back showing pneumonia. I’ve just got the normal respiratory virus that’s making the rounds so I’ll just have to tough it out. He gets the drugs.

My dear friend Martha Creek sat next to this tattooed friend for her entire cruise to Antarctica.

A few hours later the prescription’s ready and I hop into the car to head to the pharmacy. I start the car, the radio comes on with a song I’ve never heard before. It’s soft and soulful and makes me calm and peaceful. I look at the readout of the song title on the screen, “God, will heal you,” it says. Whoa. Message from the Universe? Pretty hard to deny but it ain’t no butterfly!

Part 5. I’m wandering through my local Shopper’s Drug Mart and decide I better stock up on Kleenex. I pass a shelf full of Kleenex but decide to pick it up on my way out since my hands are full and I don’t have a shopping cart. I’m on a completely different aisle and there’s a smaller Kleenex display on a low shelf – packages of six wrapped together. And they’re on sale. I bend down to grab a pack and I notice the design on the boxes is butterflies – lots and lots of big fat butterflies! And not just butterflies but words in Latin. Maximus: highest; Purus-pure; vitae-life; Highest pure life! And butterflies. On a Kleenex box.

I surrender.”

Thank you, John, for sharing the love. And for reminding us all that miracles are always around for those with the eyes to see them.

And thanks to each of you for promising to have the very best weekend of your life.

#222 Forever!

Beyond the message of culture

May 16, 2024 21 Comments

“Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we’re 22.”—Taylor Swift

I grew up in a traditional Christian home. Until I was 16, when my minister father left the family for another woman, I attended Sunday services on the regular.

While my beliefs have evolved over the years (isn’t that the point—evolution, expansion?), I am beyond grateful to my early biblical education that emphasized miracles.

I learned that manna fell from the sky, water could be changed into wine and a few loaves and a couple fish could feed 5000 hungry folks.

Life provides few certainties, but knowing that “impossible” things happen is the most important lesson I’ve ever learned.

Things I can’t even imagine happen every single day. New portals of energy open up all the time.

That’s why it’s so important for me to connect with this higher truth, this yet-to-be realized truth first thing every morning. If I start my day with the narrative fed to me by the internet, the news, “the known,” I miss the possibilities. And possibilities are everywhere — wild, dazzling possibilities.

Maybe I can’t overthrow the system, but I believe I can supplant it with my openness to new, to possibilities, to the allowing of the force field that wants to speak through me, through you, through each of us. And, yes, it helps to question the limitations, fear and shame we’ve accidentally learned.

The picture with this post is a mandala I made this morning with fallen petals in my yard. Like a sandcastle, it won’t last long. But that’s not the point. I’m here to notice and create beauty. And then be ready to notice and create a different kind of beauty tomorrow. Or later this afternoon. Or whenever life calls.

I’m not here to lead anybody. I’m just here to support the life force that is evolving and expanding and repeatedly trying to tell us we’re not broken, we don’t need to be saved. We simply need to listen to the still beating Truth that exists beyond and beneath the message of our culture.

#222 Forever!

In vibrational cahoots with the Divine

April 22, 2024 41 Comments

“This is the season of exquisite redemption, a slam-bang return to joy.”—Barbara Kingsolver

Happy Earth Day, friends! I bow in gratitude to Mother Nature, I accept her bounteous gifts and I vow that I will never stop noticing her beauty.

I also want to rave (you know how I am!) in appreciation for your comments and experiment progress reports. I hesitated to use that term, because “progress” is a word from the old paradigm. Like we’re all supposed to make progress, get somewhere, do something.

When in reality, we’re really just here to delight in life’s stunning gorgeousness.

I noticed a theme running through some of the comments. Like you wondered if it was really the Great Cosmic Concierge talking to you or if was just your imagination.

JUST YOUR IMAGINATION?!!!, my imagination retorted. “What am I, chopped liver?”

I, for one, value my imagination and believe it speaks on behalf of my Higher Power. Like all humans, I tend to overuse the left hemisphere of my brain. So when I slip into the creative, intuitive hemisphere, it shuts down the cognitively overdeveloped side. Which is where those old, crusty stories reside.

As for the same messages repeating themselves, I found that when I started doing this, I desperately needed to hear over and over and over again that “I was loved,” “that everything is going to be okay.” The Course says that in order to experience miracles—which are natural and happening ALL.THE.TIME—we must see ourselves as wholly innocent.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve accrued a lot of messages over the years that said just the opposite.

So in the beginning, my voice was a broken record of compassion and acceptance, reminding me again and again that I was loved, that my true nature was joy. Its quiet power and consistency eventually convinced me it might be on to something. Its increasing clarity made it impossible for me not to listen.

But by far the most important bennie of my morning powwow is that it hooks me up to a loving vibrational frequency before I even start my day. It sets the tone for an amazingly awesome, extraordinarily epic 24 hours. And, that my friends, is all I need.

Enjoy the Earth wherever you are today! And I wish for you a deep communion with your own personal Cosmic Concierge!

To life!

#222 Forever!

Staying present to reality

October 14, 2023 25 Comments

“The whole universe stands on tiptoe waiting to assist you in miraculous and amazing manifestations.” –Constance Arnold

I’m sure nobody but my editor noticed that I deleted one of the paragraphs about Barbra Streisand in the anniversary edition of E-Squared.

In version one, I mentioned that her intentions to be a glamorous movie star were SO STRONG that she, with her unconventional looks, had little choice but to manifest a voice powerful enough to lead her to stardom on Broadway and eventually the movies.

Yesterday, I heard an interview with the multi-hyphenate superstar where she basically said the exact same thing.

“Thoughts transcend matter,” she told Robert Rodriguez when he asked how she could possibly have achieved all she has over six decades. “With a strong enough will, you can manifest anything.”

“People wonder how I can hold notes for as long as I do,” she said. “I will it to happen. Like the Goethe quote says, ‘at the moment of commitment, the universe conspires to work with you.’”

She also mentioned that she gets very quiet and listens, that she tunes in to what feels right.

What feels right to me these days is exactly that–to be very quiet, to erase all ideas I learned about what is and isn’t possible. And especially to walk away from fear.

Fear is rearing its head across the planet. Everyone is dividing up, taking sides, casting blame.

We humans are capable of such atrocity. But we’re also capable of such love, such beauty, such creativity, such light. And since, as Barbra pointed out, thoughts transcend matter, I’m putting all my thoughts and energy into love only love and the life force that holds the infinite.

Any other thought is wasted distraction.

#222 Forever

There’s a new game in town

September 12, 2023 10 Comments

“Magic is done by hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it’s a feather bed.”—Terrence McKenna

Someone left this for me in Quebec. Thank you!!!!!

For anyone who follows me on FB, this blog post will come as no surprise. I happened to read a quote by Rick Rubin, the legendary music producer, that I loved SO MUCH that I posted it on my FB author page.

It was all about how we reduce Source and misperceive data. How our worldview is created from this very limited set of beliefs, most of which revolve around utility and survival.

Scientists even have a name for it: our DMN which stands for our Default Mode Network.

So, being who I am, I went down a Rick Rubin rabbit hole. I’ve ordered his book. I’ve listened to a couple of his podcasts and well, the reason he brings out the transcendent from a veritable who’s-who of musicians is because he believes in what he openly calls magic. There’s something that happens. It can’t be explained. Or predicted.

But the stage can be set by encouraging artists (and really anybody else who wants to live a life most extraordinary) to find space for things that don’t fit into our tiny little narratives (our DMN).

He also says the belief in an idea (say a particular song or style of music) is more important that the truth in the idea.

What we call “truth” comes from “I know” mind. And “I know mind” is extremely limiting.

Thankfully, it’s not the only game in town. Sure, our rational selves have built up a lot of history, a lot of armaments.

But there is SO. MUCH. MORE.

And that’s my intention: to escape “I know mind.” To be released from all limitations, all identities, all DMN’s.

And since I’m also a sucker for a good story, here’s a recent email I particularly liked:

“As you know, I traveled to Spain this summer to visit my son who was studying in Seville. I brought your E2 book along and was doing the experiments.

“I was conducting Experiment #2 and put it out there I wanted to find some wheat while in Seville. Don’t know why I chose this, maybe my Kansas farm girl coming out. My husband, son and I were touring the Cathedral de Sevilla and it was truly awe inspiring–filled with great paintings, tile work, carvings, etc. Everything was on such a grand scale. I was searching for wheat in any of the art forms but was not seeing any.

“Right before we left there was a display of one of Spain’s saints. Right there in the display was REAL WHEAT. Not a picture of wheat, but the real deal. I had seen no other plant life inside the cathedral before this.

“The added bonus of the day was that I saw another Kansas crop in Seville. I saw Bar Alfalfa that night while wondering around the alleys. Alfalfa is not a common name, so it took me by surprise. Apparently there is an Alfalfa District in Seville too!”

So, friends. Your choice. DMN or miracles!

#222 Forever!

Raising a holy hallelujah!

July 26, 2023 40 Comments

“Everything’s miraculous if my heart is open enough and I’m present enough to receive it.”- Mark Nepo

It’s official. I have the most generous, open-hearted (not to mention stunningly attractive) readers in the entire known universe. I posted a tiny notice on FB and Instagram about the 10-year-anniversary edition of E-Squared that debuts in six days and wow! Just wow!

I mentioned that I’m on what I’m calling a “book tour” which technically means I’m posting a few photos of me holding the new book while sipping cappuccinos and walking along a two-mile beach in Cadiz, Spain.

It totally fits with my intention that my real “work” is to embrace bewilderment and wonder. To prove that by undoing unconscious conventions that push me towards productivity and speed, I can find true contentment and meaning.

So far, my “book tour” is getting lots of praise. People on social media have been showering me with compliments: evidently E-Squared was a game changer for an awful lot of folks. Many claimed it was their favorite book of all times. So, yes, if I appear red-faced in my “book tour” photos, it’s not because I failed to apply sunscreen. It’s because I’m seriously blushing to think my words have changed so many lives.

Some people even included manifesting stories from when they were doing the experiments in E-Squared. Like manifesting $100 bills or a brand-new house or thinking about scones and clotted cream and suddenly spotting a British flag and grocery store in the most unlikely location of Grapevine, Texas.

My dear friend Lisa Natoli is planning a pop-up Facebook group for posting miracles and stories from the new tome.

So anyway, I’m sheepishly gratified and super excited to hear about all the new miracles that await readers of this updated 10-year-anniversary edition. Besides a new forward, written by moi, it includes a brand spanking new manifesting scavenger hunt complete with treasure map created by mystical artist, Alberto Agraso. He and his amazing wife, Mony, are the ones who so kindly offered this incredible opportunity to spend the summer in the south of Spain where I almost hesitate to add ocean breezes create average high temps in the mid-70’s.

So miracles are afoot, my friends!

I love and adore you all so much and am so grateful for your continuing kindness and belief in me.

#222 Forever!

A Tale of Two Cities and 2222 Miracles

July 10, 2023 42 Comments

“On you and me and everything, I bestow my ripe blessings and boisterous bliss.”–Rob Brezsny

Happy Monday, my gorgeous, fantastically awesome playmates.

I’ve been somewhat remiss in sharing miracles lately so I’d like to begin with a whopper of a miracle that recently dropped into my inbox.

A reader was experimenting with the “Money is Nothing But Energy and a Reflection of Your Beliefs” corollary from E-Cubed: AKA: Your New B.F.F. She described herself as drowning in debt, but decided to try my suggestion of seeding money anyway.

She said she couldn’t bring herself to use fivers, like Taz and I did in Chicago, but conceded to plant one dollar bills attached with notes of abundance and joy.

I’m sure you can guess what I’m about to say. Soon thereafter, she received a completely unexpected check for $7000, a huge help in planning her wedding.

As the Course so clearly promises, by giving what we most want, we prove that it is ours.

Speaking of the Course, my dear mighty companion, Alberto Agraso, who illustrated the Manifesting Scavenger Hunt map for the 10-year-anniversary edition of E-Squared, has just come out with a beautifully illustrated book of the workbook lessons in A Course in Miracles.

If you thought my ACIM book made it easy to get the lessons, this is EVEN BETTER. I just ordered a copy in Spanish for a friend who, like me, is duo-lingoing the heck out of espanol.

Which brings me to the tale of the two cities. On Wednesday, I’m flying to Spain to spend the summer in Cadiz which is yet another miracle.

I woke up one morning a few weeks ago and found a sticker Taz had made that said, “Say Yes.” It was just innocently lying on the carpet. How it got there is beyond my paygrade.

Anyway, I opened my computer later that day to find an invitation from the one and only Alberto offering his apartment…on the ocean…in Spain…for the summer.

Needless to say, I took Taz’s advice and “Said yes.”

So take this post as your sign that miracles are all around you. Simply drop the old story of lack and separation and open your mind to all the beauty, possibilities and love that the universe so desperately wants to bestow.

#222 Forever!