CreaSentisciente

Well, sometimes yes, of course. But I say that, in general, miracles do not exist for anyone. Because for a miracle to exist, it is necessary to believe in its essence. To feel its essence. It is not about believing or not believing in the act of the miracle itself. No, I don’t mean that. What it’s about is really feeling the cause that is provoking it. And this seems to me to be within the reach of relatively few people. Because miracles, all of them, even the true ones, do not actually exist as miracles. Everything that God can do in this world is through us. It is His work, naturally, but we are the tools. Because that is what we are, tools for and by Creation. So, ultimately, it is no miracle at all.

It is the Evolution.

However, what does exist are intentions. Sometimes we discover that someone is suffering and feel the need to help. Mistake. And sometimes we find out how someone is wrong and feel the need to show them their mistake. Even worse. If they don’t ask for help, they will never accept it. And if for any reason they were to accept it without asking, it will be useless because it blocks the flow of energy.

For a few days, I met a girl. She was an ordinary girl. I mean, she had no kind of magic. And I don’t hold a fond memory of her. At that moment, I felt very vulnerable and needed affection, even if it was false. And of course, if you need affection because you feel vulnerable, you will end up exactly as you started, wounded by vulnerability. It’s human stupidity elevated to the third power.

But there was something that caught my attention about her. I was hoping for a miracle. A real one. I prayed for the miracle! However, I didn’t know how to do anything else but ask. And it doesn’t work this way.

You then do your best to alleviate the suffering of others and share everything you possess, which is always much more than what can be bought. But no one will find a miracle under the pillow just because they wish for it. Of all the things I heard during those days, this one left me especially astonished.

‘Money is also love’ he told me, ‘because money implies effort and you do that for love as well.’

It seemed to me a huge foolishness. To think that every effort directly equates to money, and that it is done out of love, is at the very least to have a very narrow perspective. But I wasn’t there to judge anyone, and silence was the best gift I gave her at that moment. However, in an attempt to help her with all my love, I began to share things about myself to give her a new perspective. And then, what she did was judge me. Without even stopping to look at my path. Without stepping into my shoes.

If you ever want to harm someone, you just need to do that. Judge.

Everything that was happening to me during those days was a vast lesson that I had to learn and never forget again.

Move through the world fearlessly displaying your vibrational frequency. Open yourself without fear and project the Light of your soul, and you will allow others to embrace your heart without any kind of hesitation. Stop hiding and show what you have inside.

But something else happened during those days. I remember well that it was winter and very cold. I knew that February was just around the corner. At no time did I think I would see her again. And even less that I would dream of her again. But it happened…

That girl from the magical dream was back there, in my dreams. This time there were no songs or music. She was dressed in purple and lilac, and I could see her in three different places; two of them were on the street, specific places that I knew perfectly here. But the third one felt strangely familiar, I was sure I knew it, but what place was that? Where was it?

Then she looked at me, and while smiling at me with those beautiful eyes of hers, she said, ‘You don’t have to worry about him. You don’t have to worry about anything. Take it easy. I’ll make sure he’s okay.’ And I woke up.

I knew perfectly well what I was talking about, and as I opened my eyes, they filled with tears. And I cried and cried and cried, until I was completely exhausted. In fact, I still do. Just like in the previous dreams, she looked beautiful and radiant. Her lovely smile told me what my Fairy had conveyed, that unconditional love is there, acting and flowing, even if no one realizes it.

And this time yes, that was the last time that girl came to visit me in dreams. And I never got to know why the Universe had chosen her.

In that old book they gave me as a gift, there was a story about a teacher. And as all teachers know how to do, their stories always show the way. It tells that there is a cosmic place where the Angels reside. And that these beings of Light want to help you and guide you, but they can only do so if you allow them, if you open your soul to them, if you let them embrace your heart. If all you project is Light and Love. Then you can receive the gift of feeling. And of creating.

It was during a cold winter morning. The sun was slowly rising, filling everything with light. Through the window, I watched the landscape as a gentle morning warmth began to bathe my face. I closed my eyes to completely surrender to the pleasant and enjoyable caresses I was feeling. And just at that moment, it came to me.

—I am going to write a story—I told myself.

In the next chapter…

Sentiscientive

‘Do we ask a sculptor why he carves?’ (My Little Light)

I started like one usually does with writing, I suppose. With many doubts. But they weren’t doubts about the events, nor about their nature, nor about what they meant. My doubts were about how this story should come to an end. Because it had to end in some way, naturally. And the very purpose of telling this story caused me a certain anxiety.