Am I crazy?

[Loup Solitaire]

I believe in miracles. I see them more frequently as I live longer. They almost always are not the type of event that is earth shattering. There never is any thunder, lightning bolts or sun falling from the sky. And I don't think anyone else can see or be aware of them. Usually they come quietly. Sometimes I am not initially aware they happened. It may be days before I realize that something quite magnificant has happened.

I seldom ever mention the peculiarity of one of these events. I never claim to anyone a miraculous event occurred. I do confess that I actually mentioned one or two to my wife. But even then, I didn't mention it as a rash claim.

But these things that occur I intepret as a communication from God, or from someone who is deceased, a blessing in the remission of some health problem, a narrow miss with catastrophe, devine assistance in dealing with life, etc. They are bestowed or occur in improbable ways

Maybe my standards for qualifying a miracle are too low. But I'd rather accept the possibility than deny it.

Dr Dahesh would not have had to work too hard to convince me. Am I gullible? Maybe! But I chose to believe, because to deny would be contrary to the improbabilty of my own existence.

When I was five years old, I was struck by a car driven by a drunk driver. He swerved to miss a bunch of other children, and instead struck me. In those days the bumpers were open and my arm became entangle in the rear bumper. The driver didn't stop and instead continued to drive with me hanging from the rear bumper. I was drug the length of football field. He was stopped by a driver coming from the opposite direction who saw what was happening. I was taken to the closest hospital which was ten to fifteen miles away in a 1940's vintage ambulance.

When my parents arrived at the hospital, they were told that my arm was so badly damaged that it would need to be amputated. I had a concussion and severe bruising over much my body not to mention I must have been badly scrapped from being drug. My mother was much like I am now. She believed in the strength of prayer and the potential of miracles. She did not actually tell me, but I strongly believed that she prayed to God for a miracle. Possibly my father also prayed. They were both in denial of the severity of my injuries.

I'll only mention that my next oldest brother nearly died at age six weeks due to severe colic and diarrhea before I was born. My parents were told that he would certainly die and it was just a matter of time. He survived surgery removing a significant portion of his intestines. Soon he will be sixty-eight and he still has a scar on his abdomen that spans bellow his chest to his naval. Subsequent to his surgery he lived a good life and never suffered any health issues due to his close call with death.

My parents were accustomed to prayer subsequent to that. And denial was something they mastered.

Somehow, my father convinced the doctors to try to save my arm. This all happened cira 1949. They ran a long screw through my elbow into the bone of the upper arm. After several days, I was still unconscious and there was no gangrene In my arm. They made no promises and told my parents that I would never have more than fifty percent use of my arm. To this day, I wonder why if I had such a severe concussion I never suffered any brain damage.

I will be sixty-five soon and my injured arm has only a small scar where the screw was placed into the elbow. Subsequent to that injury, I have never experienced any problems with the arm. The only curious thing about the injured arm is that although my uninjured arm is covered with thick grey hair the hair on the injured arm never greyed and it is as fine as the hair was when I a child.

So, in my family there is my brother and myself who should be either dead or disfigured. But we are neither. I believe that the most obvious reason is that my brother and I are walking miracles.

When I was a child, I never thought about what happened barely at all. It was only as I got older that I realized the enormity of what happened and the improbability of my own life. I'm no doctor, but the fact that I barely have a scar and that my injured arm never gave me any problems indicates that either I have abnormal genetics enabling extraordinary healing capabilities or I was blessed.

Yes I believe in miracles. Do you?

[Sandrine]

I will be sixty-five soon and my injured arm has only a small scar where the screw was placed into the elbow. Subsequent to that injury, I have never experienced any problems with the arm. The only curious thing about the injured arm is that although my uninjured arm is covered with thick grey hair the hair on the injured arm never greyed and it is as fine as the hair was when I a child.

So, in my family there is my brother and myself who should be either dead or disfigured. But we are neither. I believe that the most obvious reason is that my brother and I are walking miracles.

When I was a child, I never thought about what happened barely at all. It was only as I got older that I realized the enormity of what happened and the improbability of my own life. I'm no doctor, but the fact that I barely have a scar and that my injured arm never gave me any problems indicates that either I have abnormal genetics enabling extraordinary healing capabilities or I was blessed.

Yes I believe in miracles. Do you?

Thank you for sharing your thoughts and your touching story Ron.

Yes, miracles happen every day even if we are not aware of them, it can be small things or more obvious events ...

Indeed, you and your brother are "miracle men". The fact that your injured arm still has the kind of hair you had when you were a child reminds me of a story of a Daheshist's wife who was once severely burnt at her face because of boiling oil.

She was suffering and her face went completly deformed but her husband and herself couldn't afford going to the hospital. Doctor Dahesh came to visit her, wrote and burnt a Daheshist Symbol, and draw a Daheshist Star with His finger (The Daheshist pentagram) on her forehead ... the burns began to disappear and the next day there was no trace of it on her face.

Her son told me recently that his mother - now quite old- doesn't have any wrinkles, she has very beautiful skin. But... when you ask her :

- "How can you have such a beautiful skin at your age ?"

She answers :

- "That's the way it is !"

So you see Ron, some people have lived what we could call Miracles in "real-time" because they were performed in the presence of Doctor Dahesh and yet they do not really acknowledge that they were Miracles (speaking of this woman : she is not herself Daheshist, while her husband was and her son is also Daheshist).

On the contrary, you Ron, when you look at your own life, you realize where Miracles are, and that's very beautiful ...

God gives all of us The Protection and Miracles we deserve based on our present and previous thoughts and actions ... and miracles are also testing our faith ...

Again, thank you for sharing this part of your personal story.

[Mario]

Ron... Whatever *hell* I might feel I experienced at one time or another in this life-cycle, I cannot begin to imagine what that must have been like... and I second Sandrine's words. Thank you for sharing this amazing story.

Here is an even *crazier* idea (a theory of sorts, if you will): It almost seems to me that our Spiritual Fluids (yours and mine) might have more in common than our adherence to particular views or beliefs.

Not sure if your remember that story I wrote eons ago. If you don't mind, I'd like you to check it out. The story in question is somewhere midway in that post. Here it is

Also, please notice the part where the Doctor assures me that this was not my fault.

In other words, my natural inclination was to (immediately) think "I must have really merited this to happen to me..."

As a believer in reincarnation, you know what I mean. Therefore, I have to mention this, just in case...

My point being is that — sometimes — things happen to us because, well, someone or... some "thing" out there just...bloody hell hates us and it has nothing to do with anything we might have done or thought.

And, if it just so happens that — through your ordeal — you absorbed some measure of what was destined for me many years later... (I know... a crazy thought... but not improbable) thank you...

Again, I am truly inspired with the way you have dealt with this ordeal and the wisdom you have drawn from it.

[Loup Solitaire]

Thank you for sharing your thoughts and your touching story Ron.

Yes, miracles happen every day even if we are not aware of them, it can be small things or more obvious events ...

.................. reminds me of a story of a Daheshist's wife who was once severely burnt at her face because of boiling oil.

She was suffering and her face went completely deformed but her husband and herself couldn't afford going to the hospital. Doctor Dahesh came to visit her, wrote and burnt a Daheshist Symbol, and draw a Daheshist Star with His finger (The Daheshist pentagram) on her forehead ... the burns began to disappear and the next day there was no trace of it on her face.

Her son told me recently that his mother - now quite old- doesn't have any wrinkles, she has very beautiful skin. But... when you ask her :

- "How can you have such a beautiful skin at your age ?"

She answers :

- "That's the way it is !"

So you see Ron, some people have lived what we could call Miracles in "real-time" because they were performed in the presence of Doctor Dahesh and yet they do not really acknowledge that they were Miracles (speaking of this woman : she is not herself Daheshist, while her husband was and her son is also Daheshist).

Sandrine:

Thank you for your thoughtful comments.

I think I know about the precise story of which you are speaking. I read the story in Salim Onbargi's book, Born Again with Doctor Dahesh. Salim wrote such a beautiful story of how he encountered Doctor Dahesh. His book I found to be one of the most convincing testimonies of the powers of Doctor Dahesh. It was amazing to me that Salim could write such a convincing book in English when English was a second language and his training and work experiences were far from journalism or writing.

[Loup Solitaire]

Ron... Whatever *hell* I might feel I experienced at one time or another in this life-cycle, I cannot begin to imagine what that must have been like... and I second Sandrine's words. Thank you for sharing this amazing story.

Here is an even *crazier* idea (a theory of sorts, if you will): It almost seems to me that our Spiritual Fluids (yours and mine) might have more in common than our adherence to particular views or beliefs.

Not sure if your remember that story I wrote eons ago. If you don't mind, I'd like you to check it out. The story in question is somewhere midway in that post. Here it is

Also, please notice the part where the Doctor assures me that this was not my fault.
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Mario:

The strange thing about that part of my life, I never thought of being threatened, deprived, in danger, lucky, extraordinary or anything else. I do remember missing my family during the time I spent in the hospital. Almost the entire time I was there I was not allowed out of bed due to the extent of my injuries. Almost as soon as I was allowed out of bed, I was sent home. But the time there seemed like an eternity and I guess I was there six to eight weeks. Maybe longer.

All I wanted to do after the cast that ran from my wrist to the top of my shoulder had been removed was to use a gymnastic set that my brother had gotten for the previous Christmas. It consisted of a chinning bar, rings, stuff like that. My mother became alarmed when she found me using this equipment in the basement (where it was installed). The doctor attributed my use of the equipment to my miraculous recovery. In that time period, they didn't have prescribed physical therapy. Either things healed or they didn't. Children lived or died.

That accident wasn't the last time I came close to serious long term or permanent injury. Someday, I tell you about the large dog that decided my face would be a good thing to chew on to relieve the stress of being restrained from chasing chickens. Now maybe that dog had something in common with the drunk driver in that they both contained an evil fluid determined to do harm to me.