Dr. Massage - The Morning Moment Archive: Miracles Abound

There is a difference between chance and probability, though their meanings could arguably be called subsets of each other. Likewise, everything (including your

little sister’s closet full of plastic shoes and the fact that the grocery store line you’re not in always goes faster) can be described in terms of probability. This is more or less the whole point of modern physics: That you can’t predict (and thus describe) a “thing,” only the probability of it.

All the rest is just language and our understanding of language. Language restricts and limits our understanding because language is, per force, the application of labels. This creates a habitual process of relating to the labels rather than the “thing.”

‘Chance’ is a label. ‘Miracle’ is another; ‘Probability’ is yet a third label.

Our assumptions about language and our easy slide into socialization keep all these labels separate.

What if ‘miracle’ is a description of an event that occurs quite regularly when looked at within the scope of large numbers. Perhaps one could say that probability or chance describes the exterior of the event. The exterior can be measured, prodded, poked. Statistics can be applied to an exterior; systems can be built around exteriors.

Likewise, miracles might describe the same happening, but from the perspective of the happening’s interior. Interiors cannot be measured, prodded or poked. Interiors can only be experienced and interpreted. Interpretation filters down through one’s world view and level of consciousness. Additionally, interpretation filters through language.

Even further, perhaps underneath the interior and the exterior of everything there lies universal intelligence, spirit, the oneness that connects. The world sages have consistently shown that as consciousness unfolds, the area of artificial separation between all things diminishes. Everything is connected with everything else. And from this space of connection could not probabilities be subtly shifted?

It’s like turning over a card in a deck. Until you turn it over, you don’t know what it is. Because you don’t know what it is, it can be any of the cards. There is a probability, 1 in 52, that this card is the ace of spades. The law of large numbers would contends that if there is enough people who want to turn over the ace of spades, sooner or later, one of them will. And yet, for the one who turned over the ace of spades, it happened exactly when they wanted it to, quite against the odds. What if their desire, a clear intention, coupled with their connection with all things, influenced the ‘odds’ in their favor?

Or take my favorite cloud disappearing trick. It works. It seems that if you pick out a nice, fluffy white cloud and think dissipating thoughts about it, if you strongly imagine it disappearing, it will. It’s a fun little game to play. We could say that clouds dissipate randomly and probability dictates that the cloud we are thinking about would dissipate soon or later anyway, right? And yet, it happened right while we were watching it and none of the other clouds that we were not watching but that were present in the gestalt view of the sky dissipated just then. It looks to me as if probabilities respond to the application of intelligence.

It looks to me as if miracles abound. They surround us. They dance with us while we are standing in the slower of the two grocery lines. They blossom as an insight, a moment of awareness, a life changing transformation.

Aloha and Good Morning My Friends,

I’ve been informed, in case you were curious, that “miracles” are the label used by the heathen or the ignorant, the “non-thinking new-age,” to create God where there is none. “Everything,” the informers hiss reductionisticly, “Can be explained by large number probability statistics; or if not – then it’s all just random chance.

Adam in the garden of Eden, being primarily driven by testosterone and therefore obviously quite lazy, grew tired of dragging Eve by the hand over to the thing he wished to bring to her awareness (usually the pizza-bush or the fried-chicken tree) and jumping up and down quizzically until she picked the thing off the other thing and handed it to him (Adam having not yet figured out how to complete this complex task for himself). And so Adam decided one day that it would be so much easier for him if he could just invent labels for all the things rather than expend so much time in pulling Eve around and jumping up and down, which he felt burned entirely too many calories. (‘Calories’ was the first label he came up with, as a way of rationalizing his activity choices.) After carefully analyzing the situation he came up with the idea of naming all the stuff and therefore having a convenient label for everything. “Woman,” he said, in the first recorded instance of language, “I’m hungry and I’m very busy doing this very important naming project that, umm, the Lord told me to do, so if you wouldn’t mind grabbing some dinner. I’d be ever so grateful…” Shortly after this, Adam invented couches and remote controls.

Or so it seems to me. What do you think?

With love and aloha, Holman

One of my clients recently shared her personal miracle of transformation with me, after our Lomi Lomi session.

I felt deeply the space, the exquisiteness of her growth, awareness, beauty and becoming. I felt the slow, creaky grind of the stone rolled back from the tomb of her resurrection and rebirth. What a beautiful metaphor she created!

Yesterday she lived hate and heaviness and today her soul is alive with love and equanimity, a gentle settling into lightness. This is magnificent, isn’t it! I witnessed the grace unfolding in her openness, the space of allowing into which the Divine universe can insert the journey stones and mile markers that create possibility as we allow our soul’s purpose to spring forward. From the beauty of her experience I received two insights.

My first message came as a call to return to prayer. The feeling in my heart told me that the awareness I needed to kick myself out of my spiritual, existential funk surrounding prayer is finally present in my consciousness, so like, dude – wake up to it! Secondly, I found myself reminded that it’s okay to ask for what I need and desire. I’ve undervalued my talents based upon a self-identification with survival thinking, doing so projects an un-allowing, limiting energy outward and this reinforces lack rather than the abundances that dances so fully around us every moment.